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totheblood · 7 months ago

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in between | s.r.

pairing: post-prison!spencer reid x best friend!reader

summary: things are different, spencer's different. but how he feels about you is the one thing that has never changed. the only problem is now you have a boyfriend.

warnings: smut ! 18+ mdni!! lowkey cheating (lol), cursing, problematic reader, angst.

a/n: i am never beating the star has a cheating kink allegations!! I DO NOT I PROMISE... but yeah... this got away from me, i am touch starved and ovulating. reblogs, asks, and replies are so appreciated and encouraged! thank u kisses.. PLEASE SEND SPENCER REQUESTS!!!

wc: 5.9k

"I just can't come between 'em, they got their own thing I wish he'd stop pretendin', he won't let his phone ring."

Spencer was different after he got out.

It wasn’t like you could expect any less. Much less would change you for the worse and you knew that, but something about the way Spencer sat slumped over in his desk doing paperwork made your heart sink. He wasn’t as chatty as he used to be, he didn’t have that glimmer in his eyes, and his voice sounded hollow when he spoke. Under his eyes were permanent dark circles and his lips seemed to form a scorn whenever anyone wasn’t looking. Or when he thought no one was looking.

You sat at your desk, pink mug in your hands as you watched him. Watched his eyebrows crease, and watched him flip through the file in his hand as he pressed a free hand to his temple, rubbing it in small circles. Spencer was on edge all the time and he looked like it. You could tell he made an effort with you to be kinder, gentler, but it always came out sounding rehearsed, his face betraying him like it always did. Spencer Reid, your best friend, was now a completely changed person and it killed you that you couldn’t stop it.

Pushing yourself from your desk chair you approached him, a small smile on your voice as you gently spoke, “Hey.”

He tensed for a second. He still wasn’t used to people sneaking up on him. He made a conscious effort to fix his face before turning to look up at you, his body relaxing upon seeing your face. Placing the file down on the desk, he leaned back in his chair returning your small smile as he spoke, “Hey,”

His voice was quiet as he spoke. He was tired and up close you could just see how much.

“You, um…” your voice trailed off making his eyebrows raise, “are you okay?” The question was stupid, you knew the answer but it never hurt to ask. Your fingernails gripped the mug handle as you swallowed down the nerves, “are you sleeping?”

Spencer thought of how to answer truthfully. If he was being honest, of course, he wasn’t okay, he hadn’t been okay for a while, but instead, he just gave you a slight nod, “Yeah, I’m fine.” His voice was a little raspy as he spoke, but he turned away from you and back to the file on his desk. He was lying and you both knew it, but you weren’t his therapist and he was not about to open that can of worms on a Thursday.

“Of course, yeah,” you awkwardly mumbled, “you know I’m still here, right? I’m still me, you know? You’re my best friend… and I, um, miss you.”

He turned back to you, his face visibly softening as you spoke. He knew you were there for him, you were the only person he would allow to be there for him. He just didn’t know how to open back up or ask for help. Instead, he nodded his head, “I know… and I miss you too.”

“Spence, I-” you spoke but were promptly cut off by none other than Luke Alvez placing a hand on the small of your back as he whispered to you, “We still on for tonight?”

It felt too intimate, too personal for Spencer to hear, but worst of all it made his stomach sink. He clenched his jaw tightly as he watched the interaction and took note of how you leaned into him. You were comfortable with him, comfortable enough that you should have told Spencer long before now.

“Yeah,” you whispered back as you smiled sheepishly at Luke, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Great,” he smiled, removing his hand as he nodded slightly at Spencer before making his way over to his own desk.

“You guys are going out?” He asked, his tone his own one-off attempt to keep his tone neutral and controlled, but came out more strained than usual.

“Yeah,” you replied like you were ashamed of it, “it just kind of happened when you were… gone,” you rubbed at the back of your neck nervously, “I was just a mess without you and he was… well, he was there. There for me, I mean.”

Spencer kept his expression neutral, but he felt like a part of him was being taken from him, “So you’re dating now?”

“Kinda,” you squinted your eyes, trying to think of the perfect way to word it, “I mean, yes, like we haven’t labeled it but I think we’re exclusive. I don’t know we haven’t really talked too much about it.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” He said, his voice low and laced with bitterness. He had already felt like he missed out on so much and in a way became an outsider in a team he once called his family. But when it came to you, it struck a different chord.

“When would that come up, Spence?” you replied, giving half of a laugh to soften the blow, “I wasn’t going to tell you about who I was hooking up with while visiting you in prison. It just didn’t seem fair and then you came back and didn’t seem interested in what I had going on. I just didn’t think you cared to know that.”

“Not interested in what you had going on?” he repeated back, the words sour on his tongue, “You think I didn’t care to know? I was in prison, that didn’t mean I stopped caring about you.”

“I know that, Sp-” he cut you off.

“I was in prison, stuck in a cell, for months thinking I was never going to get out and you were… dating,” he didn’t know why he said it, it just kind of spilled out. Like all the bitterness and resentment he had been feeling had finally reached the surface and was spilling over.

“What was I supposed to do?” you whisper-yelled, “Stop my life forever because you weren’t here? It was hard for me, Spence, and god I missed you more than anything but I needed the pain to stop and he… he stopped it.”

“Pain? You were in pain? Well, I spent 270 days in a 6 by 8 prison cell. I was the one in pain! You don’t know what it was like!” He knew he was wrong, but it was like all of his anger, pain, and frustration was coming out and he didn’t know how to stop it. He knew it wasn’t a big deal. Logically, he knew that. But right now, all he wanted to do was get it out.

You took a step back suddenly, forcing reality to wash over him as your eyes got slightly glossy, guilt painted all over your face, “I’m sorry… I thought you would be happy for me… I thought…”

You turned your head from him slightly, avoiding his gaze as you shook your head, “Nevermind, I’ll um, I’ll see you around.”

Spencer watched as you stepped back and saw the hurt look on your face. The anger and irritation faded almost immediately and in its place was guilt and remorse. He had hurt the one person he never wanted to hurt. He reached out a hand to try and stop you from leaving.

"Wait... please don't go," He spoke in a softer and more vulnerable tone.

Your own expression softened at this, like he was a child reaching out for you, scared there were monsters under his bed. His hand linked onto your fingers gently. You could pull away if you wanted to, but didn’t, “What?”

Spencer held onto your hand gently as he stood up from his chair and took a few steps closer to you. He looked at you anxiously, knowing that he needed to explain himself. He didn't want you to leave, especially not like this.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I just... I feel left out. I felt forgotten," he explained, trying to keep his voice soft, but there was a hint of worry and jealousy in his tone.

"I know, I know, I mean I'm sorry," you replied, shaking your head, "you're my best friend, I should have told you."

Spencer sighed and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm just... I'm on edge lately and I didn't mean to take it out on you. I shouldn't have acted like an ass to you."

He spoke in a sincere tone, his expression softening as he watched your face.

You let out a small giggle, taking your hand back from him but gently nudging his shoulder, "You've been through a lot. you deserve to be an ass sometimes," she teased.

Spencer let out a small breath of relief when he heard you laugh. It was like you were his again, and that part that had been missing found it’s way home. He managed a small smile at your words, feeling a little lighter.

"Maybe, but not to you. You're probably the only person who I shouldn't take my anger out on. I don't want to lose you."

"You won't," you replied almost too quickly, "you won't lose me, I promise."

"You promise?" he asked quietly, his tone filled with vulnerability.

You lifted your pinky finger for him to take with his, "Pinky promise."

Spencer's lips curved into a small smile as he saw your pinky offered to him. He looked at it for a moment before linking his own pinky with yours and giving them a small squeeze.

"Pinky promise."

You smiled up at him, the bright smile you reserved especially for him as you clicked your teeth, “Well, I gotta… get back to paperwork, Spence, but I’m glad you’re back.”

Spencer smiled faintly at your bright smile, that only you seemed to bring out in him these days. "Yeah, I should get back to work, too. But, um..." He paused for a moment, his expression growing more anxious as he spoke, “Tonight, with Alvez… do you think you could cancel?”

"Why? What's wrong?" you asked, a worried expression clouding your face as you lightly gripped his forearm. It used to be a comforting touch but right now it felt foreign.

"I just-" He let out a slow breath and paused before continuing, "I just want to spend time with you, alone. I feel like we haven't really had time to connect since I got out, and I miss you."

He wanted to feel guilty, he really did but a part of him couldn’t. He did want to spend time with you, but he also just didn’t want your time to be taken up by Luke.

“Oh, Spence,” you cooed, voice soft as you took your hand back, “of course I can cancel. My place or yours?”

Spencer's expression softened and relief washed over him at your words. He couldn't help but smile faintly as you agreed, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. He thought for a moment before replying, "Your place. I haven't been there in a while, and I need a change of scenery."

"My place it is," you smiled, "I'll go cancel with him right now,"

He watched as you walked over to Alvez and told him you were canceling, and then told him you were canceling for Spencer. Spencer couldn't hear the two of you but it looked like you were fighting. He was talking with his hands, rolling his eyes as you put up a defensive hand. It was clear he was upset and it ended with Alvez throwing down a file on his desk and storming away.

Spencer's expression grew a little more worried as he saw the interaction between you and Alvez. When he saw Alvez throw down the file on his desk and storm away, he felt a pang of guilt. He knew that you had canceled because of him, and it was causing problems between you and Alvez. He watched as Alvez walked away and he let out a slow, heavy sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Later that night, you were in your living room, sprawled out on the couch watching tv as you heard the familiar knocks of Spencer on the door. Opening it up you gave him a bright smile, your PJs in full effect, "Good evening, Doctor," you smiled at him, taking a step to the side to let him in.

Spencer smiled faintly at the sight of you, dressed in your PJs. It was a comfortable and familiar sight to him, and it made him feel at ease. He chuckled softly at your greeting, "Good evening, SSA Y/L/N," he teased in return, his voice a little more relaxed than usual.

You giggled, letting him in, "On a last-name basis, huh?" you laughed again. "I say we watch Doctor Who Series Two, what do you think?"

Spencer chuckled as he walked inside and nodded in agreement. He closed the door behind him and made his way over to her couch, plopping himself down on one end, and resting his arm on the back of the couch. In a way, he hated how well you knew him. He hated how as long as he lived there would be one person in the world to know what he needed and that she would be putting on his favorite season of his favorite show and making it seem like it was her own idea. He hated that you existed and he couldn’t have you.

"Sounds perfect. Doctor Who marathon it is," he replied with a smile.

"Perfect," you smiled, plopping down on the other end, remote in hand as you moved to put on the show, Spence, who is your favorite companion," you asked absentmindedly as you flipped through the catalog.

Spencer chuckled at your question and thought for a moment before answering. He shifted around on the couch until he was facing you, his expression pondering.

"Hmm, that's a tough one," he started, his voice thoughtful as he considered the question, "I've always had a soft spot for Donna Noble. She was funny, and her chemistry with the Doctor was hilarious. But Ten and Rose... they'll always have a special place in my heart."

“Ten and Rose are..." you blushed to yourself, "They are endgame to me even though they clearly aren't endgame, but I don't care."

Spencer chuckled at your blushing as you spoke about Ten and Rose, and he nodded in agreement, "Right? They had such incredible chemistry. It's hard not to root for them. The way Ten always looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered. It was like he saw the universe in her eyes," he agreed, his expression growing fond as he spoke.

"Yeah," you smiled, your smile fading as you clicked on the first episode of series two. Spencer noticed your smile fade and he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. He leaned a little closer to you, watching your expression.

"Hey, you okay?"

He spoke quietly, his voice filled with a hint of worry.

“Yeah, it's fine. I just... don't like being in a fight with Luke. it's like why can’t we be more like... Ten and Rose..." you shook your head, "It's stupid, whatever.”

Spencer's expression softened as he listened to you, understanding your frustration. He gave you a reassuring smile and spoke in a gentle tone, "It's not stupid, you're allowed to feel that way. Comparing what you have to some fictional characters... it's natural to yearn for that kind of connection,” He paused for a moment, studying your face, before continuing, "Why do you think you and Alvez can't be like Ten and Rose?"

"I don't know," you shook your head, "it's like I can't do anything right. He's- and I shouldn't be telling you this, but when you were away we would get into so many fights over you. He'd be mad if I went to visit you, or if I was too upset about missing you and he just always kept insinuating that I was like in love with you or something,”

Spencer's expression faltered as you spoke. He could already sense Alvez was jealous of your close friendship, but to hear he had been trying to discourage you from visiting him while he was away... it angered him. But it was the implication that you may have feelings for him that made his heart skip a beat in his chest. But he pushed that feeling down for the moment, trying to focus on what you were saying, "He said you were in love with me?"

"Yea," you whispered, "but I told him it wasn't like that. That we were just friends but he didn't believe it. He still doesn't."

"Why doesn't he believe you?" He asked softly, his eyes studying your face.

"I dont know," you groaned, "I mean we don't have a conventional friendship, me and you, but it was like a piece of me was locked up with you in that prison. I just wasn’t me without you and he saw that and took it as me being in love with you," you replied, ignoring the implications of what that meant.

Spencer couldn't help the pang of guilt that went through him at your words. He knew that being locked up had affected you just as much as it had affected him. He understood that without him, you had felt like a part of you was missing, but it still broke his heart to hear it.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice tinged with guilt, "I never wanted to make things difficult for you... or put you in a position like that."

"You didn't, Spence," you sat up quickly, putting your hand over his that was situated in his lap, "You didn't do anything okay, my... partner or whatever he is should be able to trust me."

Spencer's expression softened at your touch, and his heart skipped a beat as you covered his hand with yours. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him. Your words made him feel a little better, but he couldn't shake off the guilt entirely, "I know, but..." He trailed off for a moment before continuing in a softer tone, "I just wish I could make things right for you, y'know?"

"Not your job," you smiled in a desperate attempt to comfort him, "I'd rather have you in my life than some man who didn't believe me anyway."

Spencer sighed, feeling a mixture of comfort and guilt at your words. He knew that it wasn't his job to fix things between you and Luke, but he hated seeing you hurt or upset. He gave your hand a small, affectionate squeeze as he spoke, "I'm always going to be in your life, no matter what. You're stuck with me."

"Oh, kill me now," you joked, voice soft as you leaned your head on his shoulder, "Eternity with you though?" you whispered, "Not the worst thing in the world."

Spencer chuckled softly at your joke, and he couldn't help but smile as you rested your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you a little closer to him, "Eternity with me, huh?" He repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice, "You sure you could handle it?"

"You sure you could handle it?" you giggled, softly pushing him down on the couch causing him to topple over into the couch. If this was anyone else he would have pushed you back immediately, tell you to not push him like that, but it was you. And you could do whatever you wanted to him.

"Hey, hey, easy on the doctor!” Spencer protested jokingly as he fell backward into the couch. He looked up at you, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, as he sprawled out comfortably, "You're not getting rid of me that easy," he teased with a chuckle.

"Hey, hey, not easy on the doctor," you giggled again, leaning over on top of him, taking a pillow, and pretending to smother him as you climbed on top of him, straddling him.

Spencer's heart skipped a beat as you straddled him, and he couldn't help blushing slightly at the sudden closeness of your body on top of his. His breathing hitched a little, but he tried to keep his expression playful. He pretended to struggle against you as you leaned over him with the pillow, "Hey now, watch it!” he protested, though his voice was filled with amusement.

You giggled as she pressed the pillow further into his face, "'m putting you out of your misery Doctor,"

Spencer laughed even louder, feigning resistance as you pressed the pillow further into his face, "Mercy! Mercy! I surrender!" He jokingly spoke in a dramatic tone, his voice muffled by the pillow. He tried to pull the pillow away from his face to look up at you.

Pulling the pillow off of his face, you smiled down at him, the laugh slowly dying in your throat as you realized the compromised position, “Oh.”

Spencer was panting slightly from the fake struggle, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked up at you. His gaze met yours and he felt a wave of heat wash over him as he fully realized your position, with you straddling him on the couch, hips pressed slightly down into him. He couldn't help but take in the sight of you on top of him, his heart racing.

"I, um… didn't realize,” you spoke quickly, your own self out of breath, panting as you began to move to get off him, "I'm sorry, shit."

"No, no, wait., "Spencer's hand reached out quickly and gently grabbed your wrist as you tried to move off him. He swallowed, his heart racing a mile a minute. He couldn't deny the tension in the air or the way his body reacted to how close you were. This was straight out of a dream he knew he had, "Please... don't move," he whispered, his voice low.

Your breathing was heavy as you looked down at him, hair tousled and in your PJs, "Spence," you whispered, voice low.

Spencer looked up at you, feeling his body hum with desire as he took you in. Your tousled hair, the sight of you in your PJs, it was all so real and intimate. It was domestic in nature and it made his heart do a flip. He swallowed, his eyes flickering up to meet yours. At the sound of you whispering his name, his grip on your wrist tightened just a fraction, "Yeah?” He whispered back, his own voice thick and dry.

"Is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" you joked, the tension still thick and palatable as it sat it the pit of your stomach.

Spencer's breath hitched at your joke, with the way he was reacting it was clear he hadn’t been touched in months. He let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound sending shivers down his spine. He shifted beneath you, your body still straddling him, and he could feel the weight of your body against him, the tension between you palpable, "Maybe it's both," he whispered, his voice low and thick with desire.

You breathed out, a shaky breath but still a breath, as you rocked your hips a little bit against him, desperate for friction, "I'm not a cheater," you whispered.

Spencer's breath caught in his throat as you rocked your hips against him, and it took everything in him not to buck his hips in response. He tried to control his breathing, his body reacting to your touch almost involuntarily. He swallowed, his voice a little rougher than usual as he replied, "I know you're not. You've never been," He placed his hands on your hips, holding you in place lightly, his thumbs slowly stroking the bare skin of your waist under your shirt.

Your skin burned where his hands met your hips. It made you want to do more. It made you want to continue, a soft sigh that sounded like a moan falling from your lips, swallowing quickly as you stared down at him.

Spencer's heart raced as you let out that small sigh, a mix of a moan, and he couldn't deny the effect it had on him. He could feel the heat building between you, the tension in the room almost tangible, "You're driving me crazy," he breathed out, his thumbs continuing to stroke your skin, his touch growing a little firmer, more possessive. His pupils were blown out, soft brown eyes looking up at you like it was you who held the universe in your hands.

"I'm not-" you shook your head, "not doing anything," you whispered, hips grinding down slowly as you took another deep breath in. Your brain was telling you to quit while you were ahead, but every bone in your body seemed physically incapable of stopping.

Spencer's breath hitched at the feel of your hips grinding down against him, and he involuntarily tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft skin. "Oh, you're doing plenty," he whispered back, his voice low and laced with barely suppressed need. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?”

"No," you whispered, hands trailing up his chest as he held you, "explain it to me."

Spencer let out a ragged breath, trying to form coherent words, "You... you drive me crazy. You always have," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "The way you look at me, talk to me, touch me..." He paused, gathering himself, before continuing. "The way you're straddling me right now, your body pressed against mine, it's... it's like you were made for me."

You closed your eyes, grinding down harder involuntarily. It was okay to dry hump your best friend, right? That didn't count as cheating, right? Your mind tried to convince yourself this was okay, that you weren’t awful, but you were spurred on by his words, your panties dampening as he held you.

Spencer groaned as you ground down harder against him, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he opened them again, his gaze filled with undisguised desire, "This... we shouldn't," he managed to say, even as his hands continued to grip your hips, pulling you closer to him, his body responding without even thinking, "You're with Luke... we can't... we can't do this," his words were a whisper, but even he could hear the lack of conviction behind them.

You ground down again, in tandem with him, "You're- you're right," you panted, "maybe we should stop," your own eyes fluttered closed.

Spencer groaned again, his grip on your hips tightening even more, his body moving in time with yours, almost involuntarily. His heart was racing, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he tried to slow himself down, to think clearly, "Yeah, we... we should stop," he agreed, his voice a little hoarse, but his body betrayed his words, still rocking against you, needing the friction, the closeness.

"Oh god, fuck," you groaned, eyes fluttering closed as you rocked harder, faster, "Yeah... yeah... should stop," you repeated.

"Fuck..." Spencer couldn't help but curse under his breath, his hips bucking up to meet yours with each movement, his body on fire with need. He was losing his mind, his last shred of control slipping away as he felt the heat between you growing more and more intense, "We... we need to stop... now..." he managed to breathe out, his voice barely above a whisper, his hands holding onto your hips like a lifeline, almost desperately.

"Mhm," you moaned in agreement but never stopped your movements. Instead, you continued to rock against him, ignoring how the spaghetti strap of your pajamas had started to fall off your shoulder, "So stop," you whispered, not stopping.

Spencer's eyes were fixed on the spaghetti strap that was falling off your shoulder, his brain nearly short-circuiting at the sight. He groaned, the sound almost guttural, as he tried to steady his breathing. "I'm- I'm trying, I'm trying..." He was trying, he really was, but with your body moving against him like that, your hips rocking in just the right way, he couldn't help but move with you, his body responding on autopilot.

"How hard?" you whispered, a giggle falling from your lips that turned quickly into a strangled moan, as his hands pushed your hips down into him. Spencer's grip on your hips tightened even more, his fingers digging into your skin, as he pushed you down into him. His breathing was ragged now, his body trembling with need, as he felt you against him.

"So goddamn hard," he groaned, his voice strained, as he tried to hold back. "You have no idea how hard you’re making this for me."

"I can," you panted out, "I can feel it… How hard it is for you," you giggled, eyes fluttering shut again as you gripped his shoulder. It was all him at this point, he was pulling you down into him, his hips bucking up. The friction all felt too good, too real, and you weren’t stopping. There was no way you could.

Spencer was losing himself completely in the feeling of you against him, the sound of your voice, the way your touch burned through him. His head was spinning, his body on fire with need and desire. He pulled you down harder against him, his hips bucking up involuntarily, the friction between you sending sparks through his body. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants, as he pulled you down closer to him, "God... you feel so good," he groaned, his lips brushing against your collarbone, his breath hitched and shallow.

When his lips touched you, you gasped, a loud moan coming from your lips that sounded too much like his name. You wanted this and you wanted it desperately. It was almost pathetic how much you wanted this.

The sound of your moan, his name on your lips, it was like a punch to the gut. Spencer's grip on your hips involuntarily tightened, his body reacting almost violently to the sound, the need in your voice. "Say it again," he groaned, his lips moving against your skin, leaving a trail of hot, hungry kisses along your collarbone. "Say my name again."

"Fuck," you hissed back a moan, "Spencer," you practically chanted, hand gripping the arm of the couch behind him as you ground together, "Spencer," you chanted again, a lot less coherent as she bit back a moan.

Each time you said his name, it sounded like a prayer, and Spencer felt like he was losing his mind. His hips bucked up against yours as he heard it again and again, the sound sending shockwaves through his body. He buried his face in your neck, his breath coming in hot, ragged gasps as he fought to keep himself together, "God, say it again," he begged, his voice thick with need and hunger, "Please, say my name again, just like that."

"Spencer- ah, fuck," you cried out, whimpering pathetically as your body moved for you, "Spencer."

Spencer was drowning in you, in the sound of you saying his name. It was the only thing he could hear, the only thing he could focus on. He was coming undone under you, his body reacting involuntarily to your touch and your voice.

"That's it," he breathed against your skin, his lips on your neck, his body moving with yours. "Just like that, baby, just like that. Say my name, say it again."

"Spencer," you cried out as his movements picked up, as they became more aggressive. You just kept chanting it like it was the air you breathed, like it was the only word you knew. Spencer was wild with need, overwhelmed by the sound of his name falling from your lips, the feel of your body against his. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin, as he pulled you down into him, moving against you with a desperate, frenzied rhythm.

"You're killing me," he groaned, his voice thick with desire and frustration. "God, you're going to kill me."

He buried his face in your neck, his lips moving against your skin, his breath hot and labored. He was losing himself completely in the moment, driven by pure need and desire, "I can't- I can't stop," he panted between kisses, his voice ragged and strained. "I need you, I need you so bad."

"Fuck, Spencer," you cried out, body almost shaking on top of him. If this was wrong, why did it feel so good?

Spencer was lost in you, undone by your words, your sounds, your touch. Your body shaking on top of him, the sound of his name falling from your lips was like a drug, addictive and potent. He clutched you tighter, his grip almost bruising, as he moved against you frantically, desperately, chasing the release that was building inside him, "That's it, that's it," he panted, his own body trembling, "Don't stop, baby, don't stop."

He felt the orgasm building inside him, a wave of pleasure and heat rolling through him, his body shaking as he pulled you down into him again and again, "Oh god, I'm- I'm gonna-"

The words were lost in a strangled moan, his body arching up off the couch as he found his release, his grip on you still tight.

“Oh god, I’m,” you panted, crying out his name like a hymn, “I’m cumming,” you breathed out. It was all too good, like he was made for you just in this moment.

Spencer's heart felt like it was going to burst as he heard you call his name, the sound like a prayer as your body trembled on top of him, "Yes, yes, yes," he whispered hoarsely, his arms holding you tightly against him, his own body still shaking with aftershocks from his orgasm, "That's it, baby, let go, let go for me."

Your body stopped moving, collapsing on top of him as you came undone, holding onto him like he might float away. He caught you against him as you collapsed on top of him, his body still throbbing with the aftershocks. He held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his breathing ragged and labored. He nuzzled his face into your hair, his lips brushing against your skin, as he tried to slow his racing heart.

"That was... incredible," he panted, his voice still hoarse.

"That was..." your voice trailed off as you sat up quickly, realizing you were still clothed as she stood up and off the couch pathetically, "that was cheating, oh god."

Your sudden movement jerked Spencer out of his blissful state, and he looked up at you with wide eyes, his mind still fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure, "Whoa, whoa, hey, calm down."

He sat up, his heart still racing as he reached for your hand, trying to steady you, "It's okay, it's okay, we're okay."

“No it’s not,” you whispered, pulling your hand back from him as he reached for you. It made his chest sting, but all he did was blink, “I think you should leave,”

“What?”

“You should go, Spence,” you reiterated, eyes looking down at your feet, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.

“If that’s what you want me to do,” he spoke. His voice almost sounded broken and you didn’t like the feeling of being the one who caused it.

“It is,” you replied quickly, arms folded across your chest. You turned away from him completely, ignoring the sound of the door slamming closed as he stepped outside.

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cvpidzcvrse · 8 months ago

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𝔐𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰

MDNI, pretty pls with a cherry on top

✫A/N: I’m rlly just pushing these fics out my pussy with no hesitation. talking abt pussy if u have one ur gonna love this one. this on is kinda shorter than my other ones but as always, enjoy this one loves!

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Synopsis: You were ovulating and you wanted dick, bad. But it’s almost 2 in the morning and your boyfriend is asleep, so what are you gonna do! You didn’t want to wake him up just for dick, or did you

⋆.ೃ࿔*･wc: 1,673

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Warnings: degradation, masturbation, praise, backshots, slight somno, riding, free use, oral masc!receiving, squirting, gentle, soft mdom, finishing inside (practice safe sex)

(the reader is black)

During ovulation, most women turn into sex-addicted monsters or cock sluts. You’re leaning more towards cock slut. It was 1:30 am on a Tuesday night and your vibrator has become your best friend. You were currently assaulting your clit with your vibrator, going on orgasm number 3. The vibrator wasn’t enough though, you needed him. You let out a quiet moan before reaching your now third orgasm. You feel so pitiful, in the bathroom with the door locked, and sitting on the sink watching your pink bullet vibrator go crazy on your clit. You let out a sigh before cleaning up the mirror where juices flew.

“Fuck, this sucks..”

You mumbled, fixing your bonnet and then sitting on the sink. You get your phone and start texting your friends.

1:45 AM

(♡): “I’m so horny rn and nothing is working”

Sashaluv: “I know you are not telling us about your pussy problems at 1 am :/”

Mikamika: “Have you thought abt going to bed and not telling us abt it??”

You chuckle at Mikasa’s response before sighing and leaving the bathroom. You walk to your room and throw your phone somewhere in the room, not paying attention to where it went or what was open.

You notice your semi-muscular and very shirtless boyfriend sleeping on your bed. Your clit is basically screaming for him, there’s no way you're turned on just by looking at this gorgeous man. His hair was down, messily framing his face, his toned chest moving every time he took a breath, and the hem of his pajama pants hanging low. You wish you could just pounce on him right now and grind your hungry pussy on his dick. Your hand travels down to the hem of your Pajama shorts. You fiddle with the edge of your underwear before finally reaching down and drawing small circles on your clit.

“F-fuck…”

You use your other hand to cover your mouth as you trace the outline of your lips before finally putting 2 fingers in. You let out a shaky moan, and the grip on your mouth tightens as your speed increases. Eren’s facial features are even more beautiful now than ever, the moonlight is hitting his body just right. You can see every muscle, hair, and tattoo. Is this how he feels whenever fucking you? If so you now know why you guys fuck like rabid animals. Your vision gets cloudy as you soak your hands in your sweet juices.

“I can’t take it anymore…I need him”

You huff before walking to the bed and climbing on top of him. He groans a bit at the sudden shift in weight before falling back into a daze. You start grinding on his cock slowly, your head dips back in pleasure.

“Mama…”

Eren utters a breathy moan before rubbing his eyes. You’re lustful brown eyes meet his tired green ones, the way he looks at you drives you even more insane.

“I hope I’m not dreaming, and my pretty girl is grinding her wet pussy on me…fuck”

He groans before putting his hands on your hips and making you grind harder. You bit your lip tightly, trying to keep a moan in your mouth. You feel his cock twitch inside his pants, you grind harder in response.

“You couldn’t sleep so you took matters into your own hands? Fuck…keep going.”

The bed creaks slightly every time you thrust your hips. Moans flooding out of your mouth like a pornstar. The way you and Eren fuck all the time you’re surprised your neighbors don’t think you are one.

“I can’t let you sleep like this mama, you wanna get fucked until you cum baby?”

You nod again, almost making it to orgasm number 5 of the night before he stops you. His long big hands bring your hips to a halt. You whimpered and looked down at his now lustful emerald eyes.

“It’s never that straightforward baby and you know that. I’ll let you use me to your heart's content, but you’re not done until I say so.”

You nod in agreement and start untying his pajama pants before he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“You have to clean up after yourself afterward, I don’t want my pretty slut riding a messy cock.”

His fuckboy smirk enveloped his handsome features. God…you hated that smirk, it only means he has something up his sleeves. But it gets your pussy wet every time, you're soaking through your shorts during this hot and heavy interaction.

“Fine, but just let me use you. Please.”

You gave him the best ‘give me dick.’ look you could muster, and it worked. He groaned softly before nodding. You quickly untie his pajama pants and pull them down. You take off your shorts and pushing your panties to the side.

You grab the base of his cock and adjust yourself before sliding him into your cunt. You both let out deafening moans, you slowly grind on him still trying to adjust to his size.

"Good girl, show me how much you love my cock."

You slowly start bouncing on his cock. Eren admires the way your tits jump every time you bounce on his wood.

“Fuck…you’re so big…”

Eren grins before muttering curses under his breath. He grabs your love handles, forcing you to keep a slow and steady pace. You groaned at Eren’s stubbornness to let you do what you want.

"I know mama, I know. Just do this f'me ok?"

You melted at his sweet words and his silky voice. Eren is the type of man to make you cum with the snap of his fingers. He’s fine, funny, a sweet talker, and has a big dick. What’s not to love? You got brought out of your own mind when Eren started tracing circles around your clit.

“M-my clit…it’s sensitive! E-Eren, please.”

He shakes his head, chuckling at your sudden change in character.

“You were just begging for my cock, what happened? Did the cock slut finally have too much cock?”

His pink lips gave you a fake pout to add to the condescending tone of his voice. Eren thrust his hips into you, leaving tiny kisses on your cervix every time. Your hands run down his chest and to his abs, feeling every muscle and vein on his torso. Eren feels you clench around him, causing a breathy moan to leave his mouth.

“Ma, fuck…you can take it come on, cum on my cock.”

You cry out as your juices cover his cock, Eren is hypnotized watching his cock slide in and out of you. He grunts before sliding you off of his cock.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, now clean up your mess.”

You’re completely cock drunk, the only thing you can think about is Eren's big cock in your cunt. You nod before crawling under the covers and grabbing his dick in your hands. You feel him jerk from your cold touch. You lick up the side of his shaft a couple of times before putting his full length in your throat.

“That throat feels good baby. Let me fuck your throat.”

He grabs the top of your bonnet pushing you as far as you can go. Tears start forming in the corner of your eyes before you start bobbing your head. You can hear Eren mumbling your name under his breath, you take that as a sign that you’re doing a good job.

“Fuck ma I’m about to cum…”

You use your hand to stroke his cock while you suck it, sending him over the edge.

“I wanna cum inside of you, get back up here.”

You do one last stroke of his cock before he pulls you under him. With your face stuffed in the pillow and your ass in the air, it doesn’t take long before Eren rubs your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“You’re so wet for me baby, show me who this cock belongs to.”

He whispers in your ear, trailing soft kisses up your back before shoving his dick inside of you with no warning. You yelp in surprise, his cock spreading you apart so good. He starts with a steady pace before it turns into violent backshots. Your moans are muffled in the pillow and you’re clawing at the sheets.

“Eren! Fuck…slow down.”

You don’t even have to see him to know he’s grinning ear to ear. You hear him click his tongue in response

“No mama, you can take it. I’ve trained this pussy well. Come on, say ‘I can take it’. Say it”

You sobbed into the pillow, not daring to move your hand back to try to stop him. The pleasure is too much, and truthfully you enjoyed it.

“I…I c-can…mmph…take it…”

You were able to get the statement out even between the torment Eren is putting your cervix through.

“You can take what ma? Say for me and I’ll let your pretty pussy cum.”

He whispers in your ear, his hands running up and down your body. He’s leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your neck.

“I…fuck…I can…I can take it! I love it! Fuck…I love your cock!”

You look like a pornstar right now and Eren is loving it. The drool hanging from your two-toned lips, your pink bonnet slipping off your head exposing your knotless braids, the way your plump ass slams against his pelvis, and your puffy pussy wrapped around his cock.

“I’m about to…mmph…cum!”

You sob before coving his cock in more of your juices. He follows closely after, shooting white ropes inside of you and leaving a rim of your mixed fluids around the base of his cock. Eren collapses on top of you, leaving a trail of passionate kisses along your neck.

“You did so well mama, you're such a good girl…”

He trails off, tracing small shapes into your skin.

“Thanks…for the help, I love you…”

“I love you too…”

3:29 AM

(♡): [Audio message]

Sashaluv: “I’m guessing she fixed her pussy problem…:/”

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year ago

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Hello! I hope you are doing well 😌 you are my fav writer and I just wanted to to throw out this crazy brainrot request to u bc I am SICK over it

So Florence nightingale syndrome right? Toji is like a professional boxer or whatever something athletic bc he's a fucking beast and he gets hurt, like his leg or something, and you become his at home occupational therapist. So you're like taking care of him and he's getting feelings for you while also being a stubborn ass bc u push him constantly so he can get better. and he's super hesitant to accept his feelings bc he's a Playboy of course.

I'm just picturing this one scene where you're helping him up and he's leaning on you and he says something like "are you sure you can handle me princess?" Idk I'm insane I'm sorry 😭😭😭😭

Pairing: boxer!Toji Fushiguro x f!caregiver!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, frustrated Toji, Florence nightingale syndrome, Toji has an injured leg and is a little bitch for a bit

*This was so fun to work on and now I'm having thinking a little too hard about boxer toji (I'm ovulating) sofjsof enjoy!

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Toji never really thought he’d be dependent on someone, yet now he can’t even take a shower standing up. After an unlucky boxing match, Toji ended up in a cast and crutches. That’s what he gets for not listening to his son who told him it was around time to retire.

“I’m not a fucking skeleton, I’m good in my field. I can do this for a couple more years.” How he wishes he could swallow his fucking words. He thought that after getting the cast off he’d go back to normal, and he’d have no issue with mobility. He shouldn’t have an issue moving his fucking leg again, he’s been moving it for more than thirty years, why should three months of not moving it change much?

Apparently he can’t do anything, which is why he has someone with him all day every day, helping him so he can get better. Toji’s main issue? He gets frustrated when someone tries to help him.

“Be careful, it’s hot.” You smile at him as you put his dinner in front of him. He has a scowl on his face as you set it down in front of him. He tried to help make dinner but he couldn’t stand for too long. He’s mad, but not at you. He could never be mad at you.

Toji wasn’t necessarily fond of you when you started working with him; he hates being dependent on someone else, and he knew that he would have to depend on you for pretty much everything. You try to help him though, and he should be more appreciative of you because of it, but in reality he feels like a fucking baby. He’s grown to like you though… A little too much for his liking.

You leave him to eat, going to wash the dishes since he can’t do the task yet. Perhaps his own bowl and spoon, but not everything that needs to be cleaned. You watch him from the counter, watching his refusal to pick up the spoon and eat the soup you made him. Earlier he was so prideful, telling you that he would help you every step of the way during dinner, and he couldn’t even finish one third of it. You were proud of him regardless.

“It’s really good, Toji! The potatoes you helped peel really added a touch to it.” You’ve gotten close enough to be on a first name basis. You see each other every day, you stay in the same house, of course you’re close enough to talk to each other so casually. It doesn’t mean you should though. You’ve always managed to keep a very professional relationship with patients, but there’s just something about him that makes it hard for you to be normal around him.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a fucking kid.” He says, pushing the bowl of soup away. He’s not hungry anymore. Toji stands up, his hands holding on to the table to support himself before grabbing his crutches.

“Toji, if you’re not eating it, can you try to bring it over to me, please?” You ask. You know the soup has cooled down, if he spills it, he’ll be fine.

“If you want it, pick it up yourself.” Toji is clearly mad. You don’t take it to heart though, because you know it’s with himself and not you.

“How about we go to the park tomorrow? It’s supposed to be a nice day out.” You talk to Toji who tries to watch a documentary. He’s not all that interested in what he put on, caring more about what you have to say. He might not show it, and he tries to deny it, but he has the biggest soft spot for you. “We can also get some ice cream, if you’re in the mood!”

“Hey… I’m sorry about earlier. I was just—” It’s hard to get an apology out of him, but sometimes he knows he’s in the wrong and he feels the need to apologize. He doesn’t want you to be mad at him, even though you’re clearly not upset with him. You’re so understanding and patient with him, he feels like he doesn’t deserve that.

“You’re fine, Toji.” You reassure him with a smile, your hand going over his balled up fist. You feel your heart skip a beat as you touch him. You’ve crossed the line past a professional relationship, and you should set some boundaries within yourself– But his other hand goes on top of your own before he brings it up, softly kissing your knuckles. It’s hard to set boundaries when he feels the same way.

“I’m tired.” He tells you, and you stand up to help him get up. Toji usually denies your help, but this time, he has no problem accepting it. You just want the best for him, and there’s some things that he can’t do completely alone. He has to take baby steps. He’s using you for support, and he’s scared that he’s too heavy for you. He asks you, “Are you sure, princess? Can you handle me? I know I’m pretty big.”

“You’re fine. I can handle you.” You reassure him, and you begin to walk to his bedroom. His room was previously on the second floor, but ever since his injury, he’s moved his bedroom to the first floor. You get him to his bedroom, helping him on the bed. You smile at him before saying, “Let me grab your crutches. You left them in the living room, right?”

Before you can walk away, he grabs your sleeve. Toji’s slowly realizing that he can’t fight off the feelings that consume him when you help him, and he’s usually not a fan of them. Toji’s been tied down once before, he certainly doesn’t want that again. But with you, it’s different. He doesn’t mind the idea.

“Will you lay down with me?” He asks, and you suck in your bottom lip between your teeth. You shouldn’t. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand before he prompts himself up to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“Toji, you know this isn’t something I can do.” You tell him as he looks lovingly into your eyes. “I’m here to help you get better.”

“You can help me get better by laying down next to me.” Toji responds. You grab the hand that so lovingly touches your cheek and kiss it, before bringing your lips down to meet his momentarily. He swears he hears fireworks when your lips meet, even after you pull away.

He’s most definitely in love with you.

“I’ll go get your crutches. Good night, Toji.”

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viasdiary · 1 month ago

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actual freaky req😓 i cant stop thinking ab luigi being a camp counselor. i was wondering if u can make a smutty long fic ab u being a counselor too or smn on the camp wtv and having a crush on him and he has to like walk u to ur cabin one night and it gets freaky and u guys like gotta be quiet.?!? idk i feel like i need it #ovulation😭

i lowkey freestyled so this is hardly porn with plot, it's just like pure smut 😭 this request was great though i loved writing it

☆ worth the wait (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ warnings: rough sex, overstim, teasing

☆ word count: 2.9k

you weren’t sure when it had started. maybe it was when he first smiled at you during the camp orientation, that wide grin that somehow made you feel like the only person in the room. or maybe it was the way his eyes would occasionally flicker toward you, like he couldn’t quite help himself. his attention always seemed just a little more intense, a little more personal than what you had grown used to.

he was beautiful. you’d felt that way since the first time you’d laid eyes on him. his soft dark curls, the two freckles delicately placed on each side of his perfect smile, his strong nose bridge, his sharp jawline - you’d been studying every single detail about him this past summer, and sometimes if you looked close enough, you’d see him studying you too.

he wasn’t overt about it — luigi wasn’t the type to make his interest obvious. but you saw right through him. you felt the way his gaze lingered a second longer than necessary when your paths crossed. little things, like the way his eyes moved slowly over your face before dropping lower, tracking the way your shirt clung to your body, damp from the heat.

it was torturous, seeing him, being near him, but never having him. you’d stare at his strong arms, his broad shoulders, wondering what holding him would feel like. your attraction bordered obsession, and as the camp came to an end, you wondered if you’d ever have him — or even be able to tell him how you felt.

you glance over at him, standing near the door of the main cabin, hands in his pockets, chatting with a couple of other campers. he has that same relaxed look on his face.

"hey, lu" you say when you reach him, barely loud enough to be heard over the clatter of voices in the background.

he turns, that easy smile spreading across his face.

"hey," he replies, voice low. "what’s up?"

you shrug, trying to stop the smile that’s tugging at the corners of your lips.

"nothing. just thought i should let you know i’m about to turn in for the night."

his brow furrows for a moment, like he’s weighing your words. his eyes flicker over your face, then back to the group of campers, but he doesn’t look away. something shifts between you, a quiet understanding. he pushes off from the doorframe, moving closer.

"it’s kinda early," he says, his voice dropping lower. "you sure?" he asks.

you meet his eyes, the tension hanging heavy between you.

"yeah, but i… i could use a little company before i do." you hint, a slight chuckle escaping your mouth.

his smile widens just a little, eyes darkening as he looks you over.

"company, huh?" his gaze flickers briefly down to the ground and then back up to meet your eyes. "and what kind of company do you have in mind?"

you can’t help the small shiver that runs down your spine. you give him another look—a silent invitation. you take a slow step toward him, until you’re standing just a little too close, so close you can feel the heat of his body, smell the faint trace of his cologne. your heart beats faster, and when you glance up at him, you can see the way his breath catches. he doesn’t move away.

“i think you know,” you say softly. "just... come with me." the words come out quieter this time. you can feel your pulse racing, but you don’t back down. not now.

he’s quiet for a moment, studying your face like he’s trying to make sure this isn’t just some game. he’s so close now, the tension between you both so thick you can barely breathe. then, finally, he nods, his lips curving into something far more knowing.

"well, alright," he says grinning. "lead the way."

you don’t waste another second. you turn, walking quickly toward the small cabin where you’ve been staying, his footsteps following closely behind you.

when you reach the door, you pause, hand on the knob. you push the door open, stepping over the threshold, and taking a seat on the bed. luigi trails behind you, closing the door and taking a seat next to you. you turn to face him, your chest tight with anticipation. his brown eyes are locked on yours, following every movement you make, and for a moment, neither of you says a word.

"so," you start, your voice trembling a little as you try to make yourself steady. "i’ve been thinking about this for a while."

he seems so amused at how flustered you are. he moves a bit closer, his hand reaching for your arm.

"yeah?" his lips brush lightly against your ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. "and what exactly have you been thinkin’ about?"

you can’t hold it in anymore. you need him—need the weight of his body, the feel of him close to you. you lean forward into his space, your body practically magnetized to his. his chest is warm under your palm, his body so solid, so real. your breath catches in your throat as you look at him.

“i’ve wanted this… you… for so long.” you whisper the words, and they hang in the air as you look at him.

A slight grin spreads across luigi’s face, his gaze softening as he leans in closer.

"should've told me," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "i've been wanting you too. been thinking about it every single day."

"show me," you breathe, barely audible.

that's all it takes. luigi closes the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. his hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. you respond eagerly, your fingers tangling in his soft curls, your body pressing against his.

the kiss is everything you've imagined and more - passionate, desperate, filled with months of pent-up longing.

Luigi's hands roam your body. he breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he gently pushes you back onto the bed. you gasp as he finds a sensitive spot, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"god, you're so cute," he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "i've wanted to do this for so long."

you pull him back up for another searing kiss, reveling in the weight of his body on top of yours. your hands slip under his shirt, exploring the taut muscles of his back. luigi groans into your mouth, grinding his hips against yours.

“fuck, we could’ve been doing this all summer.” he says, breaking the kiss.

you can't help but smile against his lips at that thought. "well," you whisper, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, "we'll just have to make up for lost time."

he chuckles softly as he captures your lips once more. his hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. you gasp at the contact, feeling him pressing against you.

"this okay?" he murmurs, his lips trailing along your jawline.

"more than okay," you breathe , arching into his touch. "please, luigi. i need you."

he doesn't need to be told twice. with deft fingers, he begins unbuttoning your shirt, his lips following the path of newly exposed skin. you shiver under his ministrations, your own hands fumbling with the hem of his, lifting it and running your hands across his body, feeling his abs and the broad expanse of his chest.

“like what you see?” he asks, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“shut up,” you say, giggling.

you can't stop the quiet moan that escapes your lips as his bare skin presses against yours. he kisses you again, his hands making quick work of your jeans. your hands slide down his chest, pausing briefly at the waistband of his shorts, before slipping them down and taking his thick cock in your hand. he groans as you stroke him, his hips rocking into your hand.

"you're driving me fuckin’ crazy," he murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip.

"that's the point," you reply, a breathless laugh escaping you.

“you’re so good at this,”

“just for you, lu” you say, chuckling softly

"you look so fuckin' beautiful right now" he says, his voice low and husky.

he helps you out of your pants, his hands tracing the curve of your hips, the dip of your waist, the swell of your breasts. your body melts under his touch, heat pooling between your thighs. you've never wanted anyone more than this.

he presses his fingers into the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, spreading them apart as his lips move down to your collarbone.

your breath catches as his fingers tease the edge of your panties, slipping underneath and brushing against your clit. he chuckles against your skin as he feels how wet you are.

"mmm, someone's eager," he says, his voice laced with amusement.

you bite back a whimper as he rubs slow circles against your clit his other hand cups your breast, his thumb teasing the peak of your nipple. you arch into his touch, desperate for more.

“looks like you’re just as worked up as i am,” you reply, grinning.

“you’re so tight around my fingers,” he says softly

"luigi, please," you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders. "i need you."

"patience, sweetheart." he says, moving down your body and placing his face between your thighs.

you can't help but groan in anticipation. he's so close, his breath hot against your skin. you can't wait any longer. you wrap your legs around his head, pulling him closer.

he doesn't hesitate. his tongue traces the length of your slit, circling your clit before plunging into you. you gasp as he licks and sucks at you, pleasure washing over your body. you writhe under his touch, his fingers moving just right as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"how's that feel?" he asks, pulling away slightly to look up at you.

"so fuckin' good," you groan, your fingers threading through his hair. "don't stop."

he continues, his tongue moving faster and harder, bringing you closer and closer to release. your thighs clench around his head, your hands grasping at his shoulders as the pressure builds. you can't hold on any longer. you come undone, your body shuddering with pleasure.

he holds you close, murmuring praise and reassurance as you come down from your high.

"you did so good for me," he says, kissing his way back up your body.

you lean in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. you reach for his cock again, stroking him slowly. he groans into your mouth, his hips rocking against your hand.

"fuck, sweetheart," he mutters, his hands gripping your waist.

"let me return the favor," you whisper, rolling him onto his back.

you run your hands along his bare thighs before taking him in your mouth, licking and sucking his length. he groans, his hands fisting in the sheets. you can't get enough of him, his taste, the way he feels against your tongue. you want to give him everything he's given you, bring him the same pleasure he's brought you.

"pretty girl," he murmurs, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

you continue working his length, taking him deeper, until he hits the back of your throat. he moans, his hands moving to your hair.

"jesus, you're amazing," he groans, his hips bucking slightly. "just like that."

you move faster, feeling his control start to slip. his grip tightens on your hair, his hips thrusting harder. you can tell he's close, and you double down, working him with your mouth and hand until he's shuddering, spilling into your mouth.

you swallow, looking up at him through your lashes. he's panting, his eyes dark as he gazes down at you.

"y'know how many times i've thought about you goin' down on me like that?” he asks, breathlessly chuckling.

you smile, licking your lips. "as many times as i've thought about it, probably."

he pulls you back up to his mouth, kissing you deeply. you lose yourself in the feeling of his lips, his tongue, the way his hands roam your body. he rolls you over, his weight pressing you into the mattress. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

his cock hardens against you, pressing against your inner thigh. you gasp, breaking the kiss

"you have no idea how much i've fuckin' wanted this" you say softly.

he kisses down your neck, his lips trailing across your collarbone. his hand slides between your legs, his fingers brushing against your dripping entrance.

“oh, i think i’ve got a pretty good idea,” he teases, his eyes fixed on the mess you’re making on his fingers.

"you’re so wet for me," he whispers, pushing a finger into you.

"i've been thinking about this since the moment i met you," you moan, arching against him.

"tell me how much you've wanted me," he says, adding another finger.

"so much, luigi," you gasp, his fingers moving faster.

"you've got me now." he says, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit.

the pleasure builds quickly, the sensation of his fingers inside you coupled with the friction of his thumb is enough to send you over the edge. you finish with a soft moan, your body trembling as he works you through it.

he's relentless, his fingers continuing their ministrations even as you come down from your orgasm. he presses his lips to yours, his tongue parting your lips, his breath hot on your skin.

"i wanna feel you," you moan, desperate for more.

"tell me how bad."

"bad," you pant, gripping his arm.

"hm? how bad, sweetheart?" he teases, a grin spreading across his face.

"so fucking bad," you groan, feeling him push into you.

he fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. you cry out, the feeling almost too much to bear. he starts to move, slowly at first, then faster, his hips snapping against yours. you match his pace, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you hard.

"that's it, baby, just like that," he groans, his hands gripping your hips.

your thighs shake as he pounds into you, pleasure building with every thrust. you cling to him, your fingers tangling in his curls, holding him close. he buries his face in your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

“you’re being so rough,” you whine.

“i know, sweetheart, i know” he coos

“you fuckin’ wanted this though, you gotta take it,” he says, smiling against your skin

“it’s too much,” you gasp.

“i’m trying my best to be gentle, baby,” he says, chuckling softly.

his pace is relentless as his hips slam against yours, your grip on his shoulders driving him insane as he fucks deep into you.

“i can’t take it, lu” you cry.

“you asked for this. shut the fuck up and take it,” he grunts. clearly he’s abandoned any intentions of being gentle with you.

"you're so fuckin’ tight around me, sweetheart" he whispers softly, grabbing your hand to hold it, interlocking his fingers with yours.

"you feel even better than i'd imagined" he says, his voice rough and low. you moan in response, unable to form words as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

"that's it," he groans, his hips bucking into yours. "cum for me."

you don't last long after that. you cry out, the sound muffled by his shoulder as you shudder, your orgasm hitting hard and fast. luigi's not far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic before he collapses on top of you.

he presses his forehead against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

you smile, tracing patterns on his back as he catches his breath. he looks down at you, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"was that worth the wait?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

you laugh, leaning up for a kiss.

"we've still got all night, sweetheart," he murmurs, kissing you deeply.

#luigi mangione smut #luigi mangione #luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione x yn #luigi mangione fanfic #real person fiction #free luigi

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hyukasmiles · 15 days ago

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SOOBIN IMPREGNATION KINK

—Soobin—

If someone sat you down and asked you to pick one word to describe your boyfriend you’d probably say nerdy. Soobin is truly the classic nerdy boyfriend, awkward and nervous and spends all his time playing video games.

So it truly, truly surprised you the first time you slept with him and he grabbed you by the hair, whispered about how he’d get you pregnant, filled you up till you couldn’t breathe, and left you in a puddle of sweat and cum. Even more so when the next day he pretended it never happened.

To be fair you even start to wonder if it was some weird fever dream. It’s never happened again, he’s always been the perfect, gentle boyfriend in bed, always making sure to wear protection and pull out, leaving you confused with the memories of him fucking you into mush with the promise of motherhood on his lips.

You’ve tried to bring it up, ask him if it’s something he’s into but he always ignores the topic, red in the face as he pretends not to hear you ask if he wants to breed you.

It boils over one night, his shoulders jumping as you reach to give him a massage. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” You whisper, picking up one of the cups of his headphones. “I’m horny.” You barely vocalize it, thumb working at a knot at the base of his neck. “My app says I’m ovulating though…” A groan spills out of him as you move to his tense shoulders. “…so, we probably shouldn’t fuck, you might get me pregnant.” Soobin’s whole body freezes, hands stiff over his keyboard as you press a kiss against his neck, scratching down his back.

He doesn’t bother turning off his game, or even telling his friends he’s getting off, just rips off his headphones and all but tackles you against the bed. You look so pretty sprawled across his sheets, tiny little nightgown leaving you exposed in front of him. Your skin is smooth under his big palms, melting in his grip as he gropes and squeezes.

You gasp at fingers slipping under your soaked panties, the thick digits spreading you open and swiping across your clit. You respond so quickly, shoulders heaving with breathy effort as you reach for him, hands searching for their place on his shoulders. “Bin…” You gasp as his fingers dip into your weeping entrance. “God- Bin- your fingers are so thick.”

“Little cunts just forgotten its shape is all.” He gruffs, kissing your neck. “Needs to be reminded.” His fingers curl up and your toes follow, overwhelmed by the proding against your spongy, swollen walls.

Soobin’s pointer finger pushes past your resisting entrance and he wonders how his dick fits into you when three fingers has you crying “too much.” You shake and fidget as his fingers work your tight hole open.

“You look delicious.” He smiles, knees hitting against hardwood floor. Your thin, sopping, stretched panties cover nothing leaving the sight of your cunt straining against his fingers for Soobin to soak up. “Can’t wait to taste.”

“Bin!” You squeal. “I’ll cum-“ Your hips jump as his tongue flattens against your folds. “I’ll-“

“That’s the point.” He groans before wrapping his lips around your neglected clit. Your fingers pull at his hair until it almost hurts, yanking in tune with his attacks against the nerves.

Your ass is plush in Soobin’s hand, trying to keep you in place. “Stop runnin’ from me, doll.” Your only response is a long whine, hips shaking.

You twist, hands leaving his hair and grabbing onto the headboard attempting to pull your poor cunt away from his unrelenting mouth and fingers. Your shoulders sink as his fingers slip out of you, sweet relief filling you for a second before you realize what you’ve left yourself open to.

Your thighs burn as he pushes them to your chest, lips curled with a smirk as he stretches you. “Maybe you need to be fucked.” He grabs your hands and places them under your knees. “Keep your legs just like this.” He watches your chest rise with effort as he unbuckles his belt, your pretty eyes trained on his hands.

Your breath speeds up as his jeans fall, lip splitting under your teeth as his hand grabs his erection through his underwear. “We shouldn’t have any kids.” He groans, kicking off his boxers. “We’re so busy.” You nod with his words, licking the blood off your lip. “I want to get you pregnant.”

You’re still nodding, nails digging into the back of your thighs as you mindlessly agree with him. His tip prods at your entrance, mushroom cap slipping in and out, slapping against your clit as he humps.

“I need you.” You groan, arms shaking as you struggle to hold yourself open. “Need you to put a baby in me.” Soobin’s dick is long and just thick enough to burn and it fills you up so good you’re close to orgasming by the time he’s fully inside, fat tip sitting snug against your cervix.

He starts slow, inching his way out of your stretched cunt until the head catches on your entrance and then slamming his way back inside you. He does it again, angling his hips upwards, looking for the spot that makes you shake so much.

“Feel good?” He groans as he finally hits against it, your eyes watering as he picks up the rhythm in his hips. Your hands fall from your legs but Soobin is quick to pick them back up, pushing them as far up as you can go. “You’re just sucking me back in baby.” He shifts to put his weight on you, smooshing you in between him in the bed so he can kiss your swollen lips. “I’m gonna knock you up.”

Your please is cut off by a whine, pressure building in your stomach as he hammers his hips against yours hard enough to bruise. You try to speak, mouth hanging open in your pathetic attempt to get words out, but all that comes out is weak little whines. “What is it doll?” He coos as your back arches off the bed, hips jumping to meet his. “Look at you,” his tone is mocking, “just fucking yourself on my dick, huh?”

“I’m-“ Your vision goes blurry as your eyes cross, tears stinging down your cheeks. “Soobin” You can’t breathe, your boyfriend's thrusts knocking the air out of your lungs with each unrelenting thrust. “I’m gonna-“ Your cunt tightens as you orgasm, pure red hot pleasure shooting through your body as you cream on Soobin’s waiting dick.

Soobin kisses your cheek, hips still working against yours as you try to calm down. “The more you orgasm the better it is for conception.” He smiles, kissing your neck. “So I need at least one more, ok baby.”

“O..ok-“ You whine. “Are you gonna cum?” You pout, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck.

Soobin’s forehead hits your shoulder, nodding as he drives his hips against yours. “Sure will, doll, I’m gonna fill you up to the fucking brim.” Your heart pounds in your ears as he bullies his hips against yours. “And you’re gonna take it and make it stick, right baby?”

“I will.” You moan, eyes squeezing shut as the man on top of you shifts his weight, crushing you against the mattress. “No-“ Your nails scratch at his shoulders as he runs his fingers down your body and to your puffy clit. Your second orgasm comes fast and hits you like a truck, leaving you shaking like a leaf and full on crying.

“There you go.” Soobin smiles into your skin, hips slowing as he sits up, letting your legs fall to the bed. His big hands wrapping around your waist, so he can slam against you, using you like a fleshlight as he works up to his orgasm. “Take it so good, doll.”

He cums with a moan, fitting his hips as close to yours that he can, filling you up with thick, heady cum.

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blue-slxt · 2 years ago

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FWB

*Request: maybe some idea for u : feisty humain!reader having mood swings w her best friend (Loak or Neteyam) because she is in her ovulating week and he teases her until making her tell him why she is acting weird like that today. then he asks her to explain the "symptoms" and she says that she want to fuck more and that she’s more attracted to people during this time and he asks if it’s applied to him too & u already know the end of it🤭🤭 hope u can take something from it, xo 😘*

Okay, so this is my first human!reader fic so go easy on me 😅 I might redo this one in the future with Neteyam because I’m curious about how much different it would turn out if I wrote for him instead. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one 🤗 All characters are aged up.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

Pandora was beautiful. Even though you had to admire its beauty through the shield of your mask, it still left you breathless every day. Looking out at the bioluminescent flora and fauna every night through your bedroom window was unlike anything you had ever seen on Earth. You wanted to be out in it every day. But today you were hit with a painful reminder that you were human.

You jumped out of your sleep drenched in sweat. What were you dreaming about? You couldn’t fully remember. The memory came in flashes and blurs. Moans, smacks, and heat is all you’re able to really make out before you lose the visual. You suck in a sharp breath feeling a dull ache in your breasts. You cautiously press on one trying to figure out what was causing the pain. You find nothing and brush it off as a consequence of sleeping on your stomach. When you make your way to your bathroom to get ready for the day, you strip off your sleep clothes and notice a giant wet spot on your panties. That’s weird. And then it hits you. You check your app on your phone and realize what week it is. You’re ovulating. You roll your eyes and make a mental note to plug in your toys before you leave your room.

After a shower and brushing your teeth, you go join everyone for breakfast. While you’re fixing your coffee, a familiar voice enters the lab. Everybody greets Lo’ak as he walks through the cafeteria over to you. “Hey, I found this awesome lake with a cliff that’s perfect for diving. We’ve gotta check it out!” he’s oozing enthusiasm and excitement and it’s adorable. All of a sudden, it feels like there’s a throbbing between your legs.

“Sounds cool, Lo’ak. Maybe another day though.” You say about to walk away, but he blocks your path.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve already been waiting for like 2 days because of training. We’ve gotta go now.” “I’m not in the mood Lo’ak.” Your irritation is growing. You loved Lo’ak. He was your absolute best friend, but he was persistent. And while that could be endearing in certain circumstances, it could also be kind of a nuisance. Right now, you really just needed to get back to your room and take care of your little problem.

“What’s up with you today? I thought you’d be dying to go.” He’s starting to get a little concerned looking at your face. “Your face is getting red.”

You can’t handle the way he’s looking at you right now, “Nothing is ‘up’ with me Lo’ak so will you drop it please?” you push past him and continue down the hall to your room.

Lo’ak follows right behind you though. “I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s wrong.” You roll your eyes as he follows you into your room. “What? Somebody eat the last of your snacks or something?”

You huff out a big sigh and set your coffee on your desk. “If you really must know, I’m ovulating.”

His face screws in confusion. “Okay…What does that mean? Is that a human thing?”

Right. You and Lo’ak are so close that sometimes you forget he is actually an alien. “How do I explain it….it’s like when a na’vi woman goes into heat, but for humans we also can get bloated and moody and crampy and a whole bunch of other stuff. You follow?” you do your best to try and explain to him and his eyes jump around while he’s trying to make the connections in his mind. ”So you’re in a bad mood because you’re in heat?” he does his best to try and make sense of your situation.

“Basically, yeah.”

“So how do you make it better?” he crosses his legs making himself comfortable on your bed like he often did.

“There’s not really a way to make it better. I kind of have to just ride it out. Unless, I got pregnant, but it’s not like that’s gonna be happening anytime soon. But I’m irritated because I’m insanely horny and I can’t really get any relief.” You brush your hair to the side with your fingers trying to soothe yourself and Lo’ak watches your hair brush over your neck and expose your shoulders.

“Well, what if I helped you out?” he asks casually.

Your body freezes in place. “Lo’ak I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“That’s why you’re not asking, I’m offering. I mean what kind of friend would I be if I knew I could help you out and I did nothing?” Lo’ak had always kind of had a thing for you. You were his closest friend and he found a comforting familiarity in you that he didn’t feel with other na’vi thanks to his slightly more human traits.

You think about his offer for a split second before snapping back to your senses. “How would that even work? I think you forget that you’re like 8 feet tall. You would quite literally split me in half.”

He chuckles knowing that you’re not wrong. “Just lay down and let me handle it.”

You’re skeptical. “What are you going to do?”

“Just lay down. You trust me, right?” You slowly make your way over to your bed next to him. “Yeah…”

“Okay then. So don’t be so uptight.” You lay back and let your eyes scan the ceiling of your room. Your breathing gets faster when you feel Lo’ak hook his fingers in the waist band of your shorts and panties and slide them down your legs. You close your eyes trying not to focus on the fact that your best friend was now staring down your exposed cunt.

This is crossing so many lines, but your mood would only get worse if you were to stop now. Work yourself up just to rip away your chance at real relief? You weren’t in the mood for edging today. There was no turning back now.

Meanwhile Lo’ak is wide-eyed as he stares at your body. He’d never tell you this, but he had imagined you exactly like this countless times. When he’d come to see you and you’d be dressed in barely-there comfy clothes, when you’d bend over to pick something up, when the front of your shirt would fall a little lower than it should and he would catch a peek at your cleavage. The restraint he had to hold on to was legendary. And now here he was licking his lips greedily as he almost gets stuck just staring at your form that squirmed with anticipation and nerves.

He lowers his head between your thighs and carefully swipes his tongue against your throbbing clit. Your whole body jolts from the feeling and a small moan escapes. Lo’ak’s ears flick in your direction and he’s now painfully aware of how hard he is right now. He continues lapping at your soaked entrance closing his eyes to savor the sweet taste on his tongue. He groans against your heat and the vibrations make your hips grind against his face. “Mmf…Fuck…Lo’ak!” your voice comes out in a breathy whine.

One of his fingers teases at your entrance before he slowly slides it inside of you. His finger is huge stretching you deliciously. You look down at his face and he’s already watching you. The eye contact makes you lose it. “Yes! Yes Lo’ak! Right there! Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum right there!”

“Shit, so fucking tight. Cum for me.” He says between sucking on your clit. It’s too much. The way his finger curls up to press against the spongey part inside your walls and the sound of him French kissing your cunt sends you over the edge. Your body shakes violently and your walls squeeze around his finger. Your head falls back while you reach your peak and subsequently come down.

Lo’ak reluctantly pulls his mouth off of you and pulls his finger out of you and watches your chest rise and fall rapidly while you regain your composure. He tries to position himself so that he can hide his bulge not wanting to let on just how badly he wanted to fuck you dumb right now.

“Feel better?”

You lazily nod your head at him.

“Good. So can we go diving now?” he tries to lighten the mood before any kind of conversation can follow what just happens. You’re not really ready to talk about it yet either.

“Alright, let’s go.”

He jumps up in excitement and you get dressed and find your mask.

“Thanks, Lo’ak.” Even if you weren’t really ready to talk about it yet, you still felt like you should at least thank him.

“Trust me, it was my pleasure.” He shoots you a playful wink before walking off.

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idontwantrobyntodie · 8 months ago

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I think if my husband killed a bunch of women including my best friend but had a legitimately good reason, and then he DIDNT kill me because he actually liked me, that’s like. Worse. Like we’re just gonna insult the memory of the women you DID kill like that?? Okay

More under the cut as requested by @daisywords! Warning it gets. Long.

The Wrath and the Dawn has reminded me of the time I read basically exclusively YA fantasy written by authors who did not understand how fairy tales, royalty/courts, OR romance works; it was a dark time and I’m thankful for the growth I’ve experienced. It is ostensibly a retelling of 1001 nights; or technically, the frame story of 1001 nights, but after THREE stories told that part is abandoned and it’s just a straight romance.

And maybe if the romance was good that wouldn’t matter but I have no idea why these people are attracted to one another, especially because, you know, he killed her best friend! Complicating this is the fact that when she entered the palace, she already had a perfectly good childhood friend/fiance/first love, who she forgets about the moment the Caliph starts being nice to her. I understand this was put in to up the ~drama~ and romance but it makes the romance even less convincing because how am I meant to believe that Shahrzad’s love for the Caliph is real if she abandoned her first love so quickly?? Huh?? The role of the fiance/first love in the “plot” (there wasn’t much of that) was to rally a force to get Shahrzad back, but that could have been achieved by anyone! A father, a brother, an uncle. But no, we need another love interest to make this more interesting, so let us cheapen her love by making it seem incredibly fickle.

So with the love story thoroughly discredited by itself, there’s nothing left but the fairy tale retelling, and that’s. As aforementioned. Not great. Like I said the storytelling thread is abandoned very quickly, but even so there was never much done with it anyway. 1001 nights is a story about the CLEVERNESS of a woman, who SCHEMES with her younger sister to take down the evil king. This Shahrzad goes into the castle to avenge the death of her best friend Shiva, WHO HE KILLED, and she gets soo many chances to kill him, but she doesn’t, and I couldn’t tell you why. Also, we never learn anything about Shiva except her name, and she’s basically forgotten about as soon as the main couple start making eyes at one another, so yippee for sacrificing a dead woman who we claimed to love for the good of the romance with her killer. I love it when novels written for young women in 2015 are less feminist than stories from the middle ages!

Also this is petty but there were soo many descriptions of clothing and food and people’s appearances that were borderline uncomfortable. “Hazel orbs” “bronze arms” please stop. I literally laughed out loud when Despina, the Greek handmaid, was described as having “eyes bluer than the Aegean” because she’s GREEK did you know she’s GREEK!! The way Greece/Ancient Greece is treated in fantasy novels is so wild to me did u know that’s a place? People live there? I’ve actually stepped foot on this mystical soil! 3/10, I had an allergy attack and my friend Luka got stung by a wasp. How would Shahrzad even know what the Aegean was? Do ur eyes always just happen to be the color of the body of water nearest to where you were born? Are my eyes the brown of the mud on the banks of the Lana river? Pls say they aren’t, that river is full of sewage

That said the one (1) plot thread I did enjoy was the one where Despina the Greek (did u know she’s Greek?? Got the eyes to prove it) handmaid is secretly pregnant by the captain of the guard/Caliph’s cousin and isn’t telling him. I live for trashy gossip-y plotlines like that and also I’m ovulating, so. If I ever find the second book in a used bookstore or at the library I would consider picking it up to see how that one wraps up, and because hatereading is unfortunately fun

spent three dollars on a used copy of this YA retelling of 1001 nights that I never finished in high school. fully expect it to be bad but I want to see how they redeem the serial wife-killing king in the name of feminism

#ah rant reviews I missed you #reading

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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years ago

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sports promoter!kuroo + taking care of his pregnant wife

anon: Hi ur farmer kita and atsumu x pregnant reader fics were so good and heartwarming is it alright to ask for a kuroo one 👉👈

i think i got this request right after releasing the atsumu one and i’m so glad you guys have been liking it so far! these have been super fun to write and i like having that mix of fluff and crack in these hc’s. SO YEAH I’M SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS KUROO ONE I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT TOO !!

i feel like kuroo would be the type to fall for someone he’s known for quite some time because he likes that sense of familiarity with another person

the two of you had been good friends in high school and admittedly, you also had a crush on him because who didn’t

sadly, the two of you lost touch a bit when you entered different universities BUT you had a fateful run-in at the MSBY Jackals vs. Schweiden Adlers game

you were there as a journalist and you couldn’t mistake that familiar bedhead for anyone else so you just had to come over and say hi

meanwhile, kuroo couldn’t take his eyes off you, especially seeing how beautiful you look now

after you conducted your interviews, kuroo decided to straight-up ask if you were free later that evening and you were. he took you out to a nice restaurant and the two of you were able to catch up

from then on, the two of you meet quite often, most especially at work because you were a journalist for a sports news channel

kuroo isn’t the type to beat around the bush so he ended up asking you out on an official date to which you said yes

he is the SWEETEST boyfriend. be prepared for lots of text messages filled with every heart emoji you can think of and him just dropping in randomly while you’re at work to give you hug or a kiss

despite how busy he is, kuroo loves making time for dates with you, whether it’s eating dinner together or catching a movie

you love the fact that even though he’s grown up, kuroo is still pretty much the same science-loving dork you fell for in high school

some of your at-home dates involve the two of you eating popcorn and watching the newest science documentary series on national geographic and discovery channel

idk why but i feel like kuroo is super into River Monsters and Shark Week and you find it cute how you can hear his little squeals of excitement while sitting on his lap

i feel like kuroo isn’t really the type of guy who thinks that marriage is an absolute must. as long as you guys love each other he’s down with living with you forever

and then he finds out that marriage has tax benefits and he’s like ‘guess i gotta put a ring on it’

jk it’s also because he loves you

*whispers* but tax benefits tho

kuroo is gonna be SUPER EXTRA about proposing to you. i’m talking dinner at a fancy restaurant, a trip to the rooftop, then he’ll have a fireworks display with the words ‘will you marry me?’ written across the sky (actually idk if this is illegal but lets pretend it isn’t)

now y’all are engaged

kuroo is honestly the best at wedding planning. he probably likes it more than you and he already has a pinterest board of wedding inspo and everything

he loves sending and showing you wedding cake ideas and even napkin folds so you have to rein him in a bit because kuroo gets excited really easily

you guys have a classic wedding but for the reception kuroo probably begged for you to have a nerdy theme. eventually you went with space exploration and kuroo showed up wearing a spacesuit

he also had a special dance number specifically prepared for you and he even got bokuto, akaashi, lev and kenma into it and it was amazing

was the number ‘i want it that way’ by the backstreet boys? yes

immediately after getting married, kuroo brings up the subject of having kids because he’s always wanted to have a family of his own and kids to raise

plus he knows you’ll be a GREAT mom

expect his ‘wanna have sex ;)’ texts to turn into ‘are you ovulating rn?’ texts kuroo pls stop this is embarassing

also i personally feel that even though kuroo is a science geek he also got into astrology because that’s what the kids are doing these days

you try to surprise him with birthday sex but then he’s all ‘y/n, if you get pregnant this month our baby is going to be a cancer and i don’t want that’

i hate u cancers, myself included

after choosing a due date zodiac sign for your baby, kuroo is ready to have a baby with you

when you find out you’re pregnant kuroo was actually at work but he ditched whatever he was doing and took a bus all the way home to see you

one of his favorite things to do is talk to your baby and caress your little bump and kuroo will talk about ANYTHING: the weather, how his day was, how beautiful you look every day, the new River Monsters episode

you: kuroo, please that’s the fifth time you’ve told our baby that catfish swallowing a man whole story

kuroo: you’re right. should i tell them the piranha story instead?

i just know that kuroo would be the type to film a video of the two of you all throughout your nine months of pregnancy to show the baby

it’s honestly so cute how excited he gets whenever he’s filming himself

kuroo: hey baby! it’s your dad, talking to you from the past. by that time, there will be flying cars--

you, from the other room: THERE WON’T BE

kuroo: okay, hoverboards tho

he loves taking pictures of you and putting them in a little album for the memories. sometimes he’ll even show it to his friends or people at work (you have to tell him to stop tho because most of the pics are of you napping on the couch with junk food around you)

since he wants to be super prepared, kuroo would make sure that he takes time off work when your due date rolls around

when you feel your first contraction kuroo’s already there carrying you to the door and calling a taxi at the same time

he’s yelling out too many encouragements for you to focus on your breathing so you have to tell him to shut up for two minutes

i think kuroo would actually want to be in the delivery room to hold your hand and make sure everything’s okay and yell even more encouragements

except all his encouragements are related to volleyball

kuroo: give it one more good serve y/n!!

you: TETSUROU

kuroo’s the first one to hold your baby while you were still resting after the labor. he’s even there help the nurses give your child a bath

when a nurse comes up offering to put your child in the nursery kuroo’s all 🥺🥺but i wanna hold them 🥺🥺

when you wake up in the hospital room kuroo immediately rushes over to you with your child in his arms

kuroo: look y/n, it’s our child

you can tell that he’s very emotional

kuroo’s hugging the both of you real close and smiling at his little family

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oftenderweapons · 4 years ago

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Hard and Mellow – Hoseok

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 1.7k

Genre: smut, established relationship

Rating: 18+

Hello everyone! Stopping by to deliver this quick drabble. It’s been a while since I wrote something because sudden inspiration struck me, so I thought I could follow the mood and this came out.

I’m thanking the best beta reader of this whole galaxy (that I will never thank enough), @joheunsaram. Becoming friends has never been as easy as it is with you. Lob U. I also want to thank a very specific Silent Princess. This is all for you, baby. You’re more extraordinary than words will ever say. You’ve been through so much and I’m so proud of you. I hope this will give you a good time, and someplace you can go back to when you want to escape from the real world. I’d be honoured to call you friend. I’ll wait for you in my next life 💜💐

Do NOT open the “read more” if the following topics trigger you: Sir!Hoseok, Sub!reader, multiple orgasms, vibrator, masturbation and oral sex (female receiving), face fucking and hair pulling (male receiving), squirting, cumplay and cream pies, general messiness, cum eating, heavy breast play (slapping, gripping, squeezing, nipple pinching and tugging), exhibitionism, impregnation/breeding kink, heavy dirty talking, biting, mentions of impact play (spanking and whipping with belt), bruising, mention of blacking out.

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Enjoy 💜✨

“Tell me how it feels.”

You simply arched your back and stared deep into his eyes.

“Tell me,” he repeated, curling his fingers and moving the vibrator closer to your clitoris.

“Too good.”

“Too good what?” He teased you.

“Too good, Sir.”

You were barely coherent at this point.

Five orgasms were taking their toll on you. More than that, you had also squirted with the previous two, your body and mind growing increasingly vulnerable.

The fact that he was so clearly going for the sixth, and that he could keep going after that — you knew he could and would — made you grip his hair and shove his face against your crotch.

“So naughty,” he growled with a deep laugh before getting the toy inside you, switching the vibration pattern to a pulsating one that always made you wild for him, his tongue titillating your most sensitive spot with hard, quick flicks.

You tugged at his hair naturally, planting your heels on the mattress before your hips shot up; his hands came to your breasts, gripping them hard before his fingers delivered a sharp, burning slap to your left mound.

He sucked your clit harder, his fingers pinching your nipples while the feeling of the vibrations inside you became way too much for you actually survive his assault.

“Sir, please, stop.”

He hummed and kept going, the growl so deep in his throat that it felt almost minacious.

“Oh, please. No, no, I can’t— Sir!” You screamed, letting sobs fall from your lips just as tears began rolling down the sides of your face.

With a grin in his mouth he kept going, overstimulating you until he felt your release wet his neck and chest.

Nothing pleased him more than feeling you gush for him, over and over.

You could barely believe that the same man who was obsessed with cleanliness and spotless rooms was the same one making you drench the sheets at least once a week — usually with a timing perfectly calculated with the changing of the sheets.

And there was such a deep, bone-melting pleasure in showering while barely alive and falling asleep in his arms with your body brainless, soft and clean against the fresh crisp sheets.

But tonight you were far from that.

You were far from being done.

At least, he was.

He watched your body grow entirely limp underneath him, your eyes closed, your legs shaking as they tried to close, only to surrender to his unfaltering will.

He was hungry.

He was desperate.

He was all things he’d never dared be with anyone else.

He wanted things he never thought he could have.

But now there was you, and even though he was afraid he would lose you to someone who could be reliable in ways he couldn’t, he was ready to tie you down to him in any way he could.

He felt stupid. He felt dumb and reckless and absolutely insane.

He abandoned the slightly sour and salty taste of your cunt, not before lapping at the creamy wetness coating your folds, making them part with a squelching, sticky sound.

He took the vibrator out of you and slipped it into his mouth, eating and licking and sucking at all the sweet release he’d coaxed out of you before letting it rest on the sheets — they were messed up already anyway.

He silently grabbed your ankles and dragged you all the way to the edge of the bed, your body still too tired for you to actively notice anything but the friction of the cotton burning against the bruising skin of your ass and the back of your thighs.

You barely remembered if it had been his hand or the belt — it was a remote memory. Maybe two or three hours ago.

Too much had happened to your body for you to hold on to such fickle facts.

“On your knees. Now.” His order was stark and cold, getting a piercing, squeaking whimper out of you, your legs dangling from the bed before he settled behind you, his thin and strong arms shaping you into the position he required you to be.

You were now sitting close to the edge of the bed, your legs bent underneath you as you finally found enough strength to cooperate.

With your back to his front, straddling him, you felt his throbbing cock against your core, lifting your hips just enough for him to place his tip against your entrance and slide inside once you gave in to the firm, hot fullness of him.

“Yes, my love. Ride it,” his voice came from over your shoulder, one hand coming down to your clit, already looking for one more orgasm, his other palm cupping your heavy breast, bouncing with the needy rise and fall of your hips and with your heavy breathing. Your nipples felt too delicate, too sensitive.

You cried out loudly and shamelessly once he pinched one, tugging at it before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger in a poor attempt at soothing your skin.

His breath was too cold against your sweaty skin.

He managed to bite your shoulder, sucking briefly at the curve of your neck before you felt his rough voice.

“I wish I could fuck you like this on a stage. Show everyone how good I am to you.” He slapped your breast once more before he started meeting your thrusts. “Show them how I make you cum. How I make you squirt all over me.” He bit and growled as he felt you get tighter. “I’m gonna show all of them how my sweet, delicate strawberry turns into the loveliest cumslut for this cock.”

You shook your head and cried out, imagining a thick crowd in front of you, watching in silence, waiting for your orgasm like football supporters wait for a goal, ready to cheer.

“My sweet strawberry. Bet no one can get you half as dirty…” He chuckled. “Such a cute little fuckdoll. Aren’t you hungry for my cum? Don’t you wanna be filled up?”

You sobbed and nodded.

“Say it with your words, Giggles.”

“Sir, please,” you managed to squeal before both his hands grabbed your breasts.

“Please what?”

“I want your cum. I need your cum. I’m empty and cold without it.”

He felt pleasure grow almost too much, ready to overthrow him.

“That’s right. You’re only mine to fill up.” He tortured your nipples some more. “Aren’t you eager to be bred, like an expensive fine pet?”

“Please, gimme babies. I’m your pet. I’m only yours to be filled up, please Sir.” You felt more tears roll down your cheeks.

“That’s right. But this won’t work.” He murmured, helping you on all fours before grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back, making your whole torso collapse onto the bed, your face meeting the spot where his cock was laying earlier as he ate you out. You could tell by the heavy scent of his sex.

“This is the right position for you to get all those babies. They’re gonna stay deep inside. Like this.” He said, driving his cock all the way inside you, humming at the increased depth and tightness.

“It would be so fun to let everyone see how we make babies, don’t you think? Almost a shame we didn’t film this.”

His giggles were evil and taunting, “I’m gonna cum. Would you like to, Giggles?”

You nodded and immediately felt his hand between your legs, touching you with expertise.

“You’ll get so round and soft. It’ll be so lovely.” Hoseok was reaching the very edge. “Everyone will know you’re getting fucked to be bred.” He bent down, closing his eyes and breathing deeper to control himself. “Being too horny when you’re ovulating, walking around the house in nothing but an oversized shirt.” He slapped your ass once, twice, three times, trying to last at least one more minute. “You’re really begging me to put a baby inside you.”

“Please, it’s all I want, please, Hoseok!”

“Such a good girl. You earned my cum so well, my sweet berry,” he managed to coo before he gave irregular, violent strokes.

“Oh, please!”

He lost himself once you squeezed him as tight as you could, forcing him to spill all his cum inside you, the hot spurts shooting against your oversensitive inner walls while his mouth opened wide, letting a few seconds go by before he actually managed to make a sound.

He rammed inside you with animalistic force, fucking his cum deeper inside you, letting your tight cunt milk him until his balls didn’t feel heavy and uncomfortable anymore.

His sweaty forehead hit your nape, but you barely registered that. Pleasure crested and your body became numb to everything, finally giving in to exhaustion as your vision blacked out.

You didn’t know how long it had been when you managed to come back to reality; Hoseok was quiet behind you, your bodies now resting on your sides.

“Giggles,” he called gently.

You hummed and nodded.

“Are you doing okay, honey?” His voice was raw and concerned.

“I’m okay. Tired.”

He kissed your shoulder, where he could spot a bite mark darkening. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. On a second thought, you changed your mind. “Stay inside,” you whispered.

He did as you told him.

“I really want kids, Hobi.” Your voice was shaking and fatigued after all the heavy breathing and crying and screaming.

“We’ll have as many as you want,” he replied, drawing a line of kisses. “Whenever we’re ready.”

You nodded and scooted further back into him.

“You’ll be so beautiful, with a big round belly, glowing in happiness.” His hands caressed your body reverently. “You’ll be so sweet, breastfeeding our child on a rocking chair. And you’ll be the best at lullabies. Your voice is so nice and soothing,” he was getting emotional. “You’ll make the prettiest, gentlest of babies.”

You caught his hands in yours. “And you’ll spoil them rotten.”

“How can I say no to a mini-you?” He took in your scent, the smell of him and you and sex so deeply interwoven with every fibre of your being. “I hope they look like you.”

You tried to cuddle him as you heard him sniffle. “You’ll be the best dad in the universe.”

He gave a small laugh. “For now I’ll focus on the idea of getting all them babies inside you.”

You chuckled and wiggled your hips against him, squeezing around his half soft cock. “I second that.”

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artistkoo · 5 years ago

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Mindflayed | JJK pt.1

A JK halloween fic/Stranger Things AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: horror, smut, e2l, f2l, angst, cnc, breeding kink, daddy kink, choking kink.

Summary: Strange things happen after a one night stand with your friend, Jeon Jungkook. But you didn’t realize it’s only the beginning, and Jungkook is not who he seems.

A/N: this is a short series lol bec im 2 lazy to write a long fic. I still hope you hoez enjoy tho! 🥴🥵 my halloween gift for y'all 💜

You recently moved to Hawkins, Indiana after staying 21 years at your family’s place or more like hellhole. In this town, you met a guy named Jungkook and his crackheady lookin gang. (his friends) they didn’t really do crack though, they were just dorks.

You became friends with them, and they made adjusting to the new town a whole lot better. You didn’t think strange things would happen in this town, as cliché as it seems- nothing ever happens here, they say. One night, seemed to change that though. You were currently on the couch, trying to doze off while watching TV with Jungkook. He was probs already asleep you thought, well that was until he inched a bit closer to you.

You paid no mind to it, since he was probably just sleepy and it probably didn’t mean anything. Well, now his head was on your shoulder. Okay? maybe he likes to cuddle? you didn’t feel uncomfortable really, because he was your friend and he was cute too. You just hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating at his very close proximity.

Then it happened, you weren’t sure when but he was breathing on your neck. Was he awake? he was kissing your sensitive spot, like he knew it. he was peppering small but sensual kisses to your neck. You were still immobile, because of the emotions you were feeling at his sudden actions.

He was awake now, you were quite sure. He looked at you and you couldn’t really decipher what his eyes were trying to tell. They were dark and clouded. Was it with lust? or was it with hate? you weren’t sure. You didn’t really think he’d have feelings for you, and he didn’t show signs of being interested with you at first, so you aren’t sure what to do now. You didn’t have time to decide though, because he already did it for you by attaching his lips on yours. He was kissing you kinda rough but in a good way. You kissed him back soon enough, you just blamed it on your raging hormones. Maybe you were ovulating and getting your period soon. After the passionate kiss, you think he stopped just to tell you,

“I want you."

He said, voice a bit hoarse from kissing. "Do you want me too y/n?” His question caught you a bit off guard. “Jungkook… I…” you actually didn’t know what to say. All you knew was that you felt good, but could you really do more than hook up with him? won’t it ruin your friendship that was just beginning to bloom?

“Answer me, baby. Do you want me too or not?” His tone demanding. He looked so hot with his long black curly hair and annoyed facial expression that you couldn’t say no. “Yes, I want you Jungkook.” you said voice barely a whisper, you were still too shy to admit it.

But then, he curled his fingers around your neck almost choking you but not quite, and then said, “I can’t hear you babe, I need you to say it properly and louder so I can hear.” He then removed the fingers wrapped around your neck. “I want you, Jungkook. I really do.” You said voice much louder this time. “That’s my good girl. It’s good that you want me, cos I want to breed you. Can I breed you kitten?”

He said, catching you off guard again with his dirty talk. Well, if that was his kink too, then who were you to disagree with him? you were on the pill anyway. “I’d love for you to Jungkook…” You replied.

“Call me daddy, kitten. Say it again.” he demanded.

“I’d love for you to breed me, daddy.” He then smirked, seemingly pleased with what you said. “Part your legs then baby, let me take care of you first.” he said, and you did as you were told. You parted your legs and he peppered soft kisses on your thighs. Then he started getting a little rough and leaving bites as he goes near to where you want him the most.

To your surprise, he fingered you first. Inserting one, and then two fingers inside your tight hole. Making digit eights on your clit, and soon enough you were shaking and cumming just from his fingers. He licked them, and watched your post orgasm face. He couldn’t deny he enjoyed seeing you like this. You’d make a perfect vessel for his offspring to be in. So if in case he dies, there will still be a mindflayer in this realm. A new one. Of course he had to use this mortal’s body to get what he wants, but he knows it’ll be worth it anyway when his plan succeeds.

He doesn’t waste time and eats you out before you can even recover. Using his tongue like he was made to do this. To do you. Licking and sucking on your sore clit like he was paid to. Leading you to your 2nd orgasm. “Are you ready to take my cock now baby? can you still take another mind blowing orgasm?”

Jungkook asked you, while you were still coming down from your high. “I dunno kook… I meant daddy- I’m pretty spent, but I’ll try.” you tiredly replied. “I’m sure you can handle one more baby, you’re a tough girl. And you’re my tough girl.” he said seductively, giving you hope that you can still take one last orgasm at least. He then picked you up bridal style and went to his room. And after laying u on his bed, without warning, he slipped his big fat cock inside you stretching your walls in a good way. In a satisfying kinda way. He was pounding into you with so much force you don’t even know where he got his strength from.

And after a while- you came the hardest you could. And he does too, inside you. Creaming your pussy with his dark-ish cum? or were your mind just playing tricks with you? maybe you were just really exhausted, you did orgasm 3 times now.

You were so sensitive and sore, but Jungkook wanted to go at it again. You can’t believe his stamina. He wanted to fuck you doggystyle and so he did. He loved the feeling of reaching inside you even deeper, and cumming inside you even more. After you got your 4th orgasm of the night, you just wanted to sleep, too tired to get out of jungkook’s bed and take a shower. Jungkook decided he wanted to make small talk anyway.

“Y/N, you’re still awake right?” he asked.

“Yea, guess I am since you’re keeping me awake.” You teased. “Sorry…I just wanted to ask about what happened with us tonight…You’ll keep our offspring right?” He said, voice seeming much deeper than his usual one. It was kinda creepy, his voice and his question.

What did he mean by keeping your offspring? “Offspring? I don’t understand what you mean Jungkook, I’m on the pill.” You retorted. “You mean you’re using protection? you can’t get pregnant?” he asked, voice seeming a little mad to be not. You nodded, obviously to say yes. Albeit, quite frustrated with his reaction.

Well shit, he can’t get you pregnant if you’re preventing yourself from the actuality of it. He was mad and pissed. You were a useless bitch then. He was gonna kill you. And so he did, by bashing your head against the wall repeatedly. But, of course, only in his mind. He couldn’t kill you yet, or another useless mortal. It would arouse suspicion, and he was trying to avoid that for now. Because he still needs to accomplish his plan, and he doesn’t want any distractions. The friends of this mortal’s body he’s inhibiting- mustn’t find out.

Hopefully, they’re too stupid just like this mortal Jungkook, If he hadn’t followed the rats, then he wouldn’t have found him. His curiosity for the unknown had killed him. Though, the shadow monster still would’ve chosen and possessed another host, to help in making his plans come to life. And if the real Jungkook was here, well, he probably won’t be doing this with you. It’s pityfully pathetic how hard he’s trying to take control back of his own body, he’s also really quite idiotic, he should know that his attempts are futile.

But, the mindflayer took pity on him for a bit, to see what he would do. If he could warn her somehow, of what’s going on inside of him and what’s gonna happen to this town. So, he let him take control just for a little while, and warned him to hurry up before he ran out of time.

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Jungkook sucks in a breath, shock flooding through him now that he’s finally back in his own body and consciousness. Though he knows this wouldn’t last long, and he’ll corrupt him again. He has to warn you, all of you. And you all need to stay away from him. “Y/N, wake up! wake up! You need to get the fuck out.” He yells to you and woke you up with a start. “Jungkook, what the fuck? it’s still 3am can’t you at least let me stay til the morning?” You were embarrassed and appalled at his rude behavior.

You just fell asleep, and here he was wanting you to get out of bed and his house, away from him. Wow, he was totes such a gentleman. Men really only want you as their sextoy. “I can’t explain right now, but I don’t want to hurt you anymore than i already did. So please listen to me and just go.” He said with his voice tired.

Was he tired from awhile ago? or was he sick? You looked at him closely, and realized there were dark bags around his eyes, and he looked more exhausted than he did last night. “Jungkook, what do you mean? you didn’t hurt me. I enjoyed it, I mean- I wanted it too. Did you regret what we did last night?” You said frustrated and meekly. “I did. It was a mistake, and now I want you to go.” he said so coldly, and he looked like he meant it.

I wanted it too. But at the right time, and I wanted it to be me, the real me to do it with you. Jungkook said in his mind, the words he couldn’t say right now to you. He grabbed your arm and made you wear a big and long sweater, then gave you some pants but he was already ushering you to go outside before you could even put them on. You couldn’t believe he could be so cruel. His front door was now open, and he was just waiting for you to finally get out and leave him. But you didn’t leave without telling him, “You’re such a cock you know that? don’t worry I’ll never talk to you again.”

And that was the last words you ever spoke to him. Jungkook was hurt. Physically, mentally and emotionally. He was also drained because of everything. Maybe he had himself to blame, maybe if he didn’t let his curiosity get the best out of him and followed the goddamn rats, this wouldn’t have happened. But, he also knows that the mind flayer would’ve just chose another host. It wouldn’t stop at anything. But what it didn’t know or might have underestimated is that, Jungkook wouldn’t stop at anything too. He just needs to get it back. His supernatural abilities, he lost it because of a tragic incident before. But he knows it will come back. And when it does, (hopefully it will, before the mindflayer kills everyone and he’s too late-) He’s gonna save everyone: You, his friends, his town, and himself. And that dickhead mindflayer will be eradicated forever.

Part 2 coming soon. ty for reading! pls reblog and comment if you liked it, positive comments and feedback are highly appreciated 😊 Reblog and tell me if you want to be added on the next taglist! 💜

A/N; also, my mindflayer in this fic is kinda ¼ human or at least it was human before shsh. and it’s a very horny mindflayer 🤣 it wanted to breed y/n to create a demon heir/child so if inc it dies, there would be a new evil monster to create havoc in the town. fortunately y/n was on b/c so thank the gods for that. 😂

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 5 years ago

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Hello i hope u doing well.. i have a blurb request how about newly weds drama like on their honeymoon in an island he found out something about her past that made him super mad and he just left her in the island and went back home but with happy ending. I hope this makes sense lol. Thank youuuu

Here is it! Sorry it’s dead week and I am drowning in work and school work!

Harry has always known that he wants to start a family, he’s thought about a lot, so hearing very suddenly from his new bride that it doesn’t even seem like a possibility, he feels betrayed and lied to. So he’s all red in the face and brows furrowed deeply as she explains that she’s only just found out.

“But you knew before the wedding?” He asked and she sighs, tears streaming down her face.

“Well I… yeah, I did, but I just wanted a second opinion and I didn’t know how to break it to you, I mean this is hard enough for me to hear! Imagine having to disappoint you too!” She cried and he shook his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had even gone to the doctor? Why lie?” He argued.

“I didn’t lie, I honestly was just going to see when I would be ovulating over our honeymoon! I didn’t think there was a problem, I’m sorry!” She sobbed and he shook his head.

He kid of felt fucked up for making her cry and feel guilty over something that she truly had no control over, but he was angry that she didn’t say anything when she had first heard about it. He didn’t mean to come back from having a dip in the ocean to find her on her cellphone crying, but he did and now here they are, having their first argument as a married couple. Unfortunately it isn’t about anything mundane and easily solved, it’s a more serious issue that would rattle any relationship. She hid the knowledge of this issue from him and that’s what pissed him off.

“You did though, Y/N! You knew this might be a problem and you kept it to yourself! This is shitty for both of us! For the plans we had to start a family! Like this changes a lot of things and you can’t keep something that important to yourself!” He shouted, gesticulating wildly to help get his point across. He could not help the way tears were brimming his eyes, he felt powerless and stupid, “I just can’t even believe that you kept this from me… like… fuck.” He sighed in exasperation.

“Look, H. I know I was wrong to not say anything on the matter but-”

“Y/N, I just want to be alone for a while, okay?” He said and she pouted.

“Seriously?” Her voice quivered and he nodded, not even bothering to look at her. He was acting as if he was the only one who was hurting from this news. As if this was the worst thing that could happen to him when it wasn’t even about him, it was about her and them, their future together. She needed him now, more than ever and he was sending her away.

“Please just give me some time.” He sniffled and she shook her head in irritation, grabbed her purse, room key, and shoes before storing out, not caring as she loudly slammed the door to their suite.

Harry was beside himself… he kept replaying the moment in his head, snatching the phone from her, thinking she was just reading some nasty comments on their photos… seeing that e-mail that was putting the final nail in the coffin to their dreams of ever starting their own family. It was a devastating blow and he could not believe that even with knowing for at least 3 weeks, she had not even tried to bring it up to him. He was furious and he was hurt that she could hide something so serious from him. It was hurtful that it seemed easy for her to hide something like that from him; if she could do that with ease what else could she hide from him?

Harry hated this analytical part of him that just removed all feelings from the argument. He started overthinking and catastrophizing the outcome of their relationship after hearing something like this. In his hurt and illogical thinking, he starting packing up his bag, he couldn’t be around someone who lied to him that way. In the moment it all felt like a mistake.

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Y/N had decided to take a walk to the nearest town. It was a little over a mile and a half, but she too needed to clear her head after Harry’s outburst. She understood why he felt lied to, but she didn’t want to give him bad news and for it not to be accurate. She was honestly waiting for the diagnosis from the second specialist she’d gone to. She must also admit that she was in a bit of denial about her diagnosis as well. It’s not like they didn’t show her an ultrasound… she saw clear as day that she had but one follicle and it wasn’t promising at all, even the doctor said it looked “rather small and useless”. Those were his exact words. But she had hope, so she sought out another opinion because she knew how important this was for Harry, for her, and their future… she wanted a sliver of hope if anything.

She wiped at her tears harshly as she looked through the kiosks at the street market. Tahiti was beautiful and their first few days there had been pure magic and she knew things would change when she got the news of the diagnostic. For fuck’s sake, she’d gotten the appointment the day before her wedding, she wishes she had looked into it sooner. That second doctor was much kinder and said that she’s study everything clearly to see if there was anything that could be done to help them out. While her diagnostic was similar, she did say that being off of her birth control for a few months could change things and that she’d like to see her again in a month or two. Y/N was about to respond and that’s when Harry came in and took her phone from her. He obviously had not seen the rest of the message because he wouldn’t have been so angry, or at least that’s what Y/N thinks. She’d wandered around for nearly two hours, she was tired and hungry and she needed to have a chat with Harry.

*******

Harry was sitting at the terminal, getting ready to fly to LA for a few days just to clear his head, he didn’t want to be in London because his family would ask and he’d have to explain how his marriage was crumbling not even a week into its start. Not to mention his mother would be furious at him for leaving Y/N, but he honestly didn’t even want to lookout her.

*******

Y/N gently opened the door to the suite, peeking in slowly upon hearing nothing but silence. She assumed maybe he’d fallen asleep. As she walked further into the room she frowned when she saw the drawers they had in use pulled open and all of his things were gone. First it was confusion, then hurt, then anger that flashed through her seconds apart. She pulled up his contact right away, calling, hearing the line ring as she double checked if all his things were gone. When she got his voicemail she called again, and again, and again. Maybe 15 times and no answer. She was sobbing at this point and didn’t know who to call. It couldn’t be his mom or Gemma, they’d worry themselves ill. He tried Mitch who hadn’t heard anything, Nick, James, Ben… all turned out empty. So she called Jeff, waiting anxiously for him to pick up, the time difference didn’t matter.

“Hello?”

“Oh thank god, is he with you?” She asked right away.

“No, but he’s on the way here.” Jeff responded groggily.

“Are you in New York?”

“No, L.A. for the week.” He yawned.

"Shit, I’m sorry if I woke you, I was just worried sick, he disappeared…” she wept and Jeff sighed.

“He’s not great at confrontation.” He explained and Y/N sniffled.

“I know he’s not, but this is a bit extreme, I mean… I get that he feels lied to and upset, but-”

“What exactly happened?” Jeff cut in, “Well if you don’t mind saying, if not it’s alright, I’m sorry for asking.” He added quickly and she sighed.

“I mean, I suppose you can know, I’m sure he’ll tell you when he sees you.” She mumbled as she laid back on the bed, putting the phone on speaker as her eyes spited some more tears, “So a bit before the wedding I went to the doctor to check my ovulation days, you know how Harry really wanted to get going on the kids thing.” She chuckled softly and Jeff did the same, “Well I got some pretty bad news and was told that I might not be able to have kids on my own. Obviously, I was distraught and scared and I guess in denial… I wanted a second opinion before I said anything about it and worried him as much as I was worried, you know? In hindsight, I should’ve warned him or something…” she sniffled, “Either way, I finally got another appointment before the wedding, literally the day before, I don’t even know how I managed to sneak there and I just got my results and the diagnosis was correct.” Her voice cracked.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He said solemnly and Y/N sighed.

“It happens… He was working out or something when I got the e-mail with the diagnostic. He came in and thought I was reading some trash online and snatched my phone and saw the results…” she trailed off crying, “He was so angry I hadn’t said anything, but I just didn’t want to worry him in case it wasn’t true or… I don’t know. Obviously, I fucked up, but I didn’t think he’d just pack up and go, you know?” She whimpered.

“Yeah, he definitely handled this poorly. I get why he’s upset, but I also understand your side of wanting to be sure before sharing any news, especially life altering news like that.” He spoke gently, “You know that he can be a bit theatrical at times-”

“But he’s being so selfish, Jeff! How the hell does he just take off like that!? As if this news isn’t hurtful for me? As if I didn’t want to have all of that with him just as much as he wanted it with me. I hate that this is the situation… the doctor doesn’t even think hormones can help my case, but is willing to try a treatment just to give it a shot. This is literally the worst, what the hell am I doing with someone who can’t stick by me when something bad happens?” Y/N sobbed, the ceiling looking blurry through her tears.

“I agree, he should be there with you and he did react badly, but he loves you, Y/N. He’s just devastated, he may have taken the anger out on you, but he can’t possibly be mad at you, it’s not your fault this happened.”

“I know, but him leaving like that… it’s made me question everything, Jeff.” she confessed and he sighed.

“Look, just get home and as soon as he arrives I’ll talk to him, okay?”

“Okay.” She said in a small and tired voice.

“I really am sorry about all of this, Y/N. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to deal with this all alone.” He said and she sighed, “Do you want me to find you a flight?”

“I can manage, thanks for listening, Jeff. You’re a wonderful friend.” She sniffled and he smiled softly.

“It’s not a problem. Just get some rest and let me know when you get back, alright?”

“Yeah, I will. Bye.”

“Bye.” He said before they hung up.

**********

Harry was exhausted. He was upset and shaken up. He felt betrayed. And now that his car was pulling up in front of the Azoff’s L.A. residence he was feeling increasingly guilty for leaving Y/N alone. Yes, he’d seen all her missed calls as soon as he’d landed, but he wasn’t sure what he would say to her. I’m sorry I abandoned you on our honeymoon?

It was early morning and as soon as he knocked on the door it was opened to reveal Jeff, looking just as exhausted as he was.

“Hey man.” He said, taking one of his bags.

“Hey. Thanks for letting me stay on such short notice.”

“Any time, H. Feeling better?” He asked as he guided him into the kitchen, Harry was a true caffeine addict and Jeff knew a nice hot brew would help him ease some of his tension.

“I don’t know… not really. I just feel so upset at the fact that she knew someone was wrong and didn’t say anything, you know? Like how can you do that to someone you love and who is planning a future with you!?” He vented and Jeff frowned.

“I mean, imagine how she’s feeling about this. Don’t you think this came as a shock to Y/N as well? What if she didn’t know how to tell you or really was hoping it wasn’t true. She was going to tell you once she got the results back, she just wanted to be sure, H.” As Jeff explained that to him he felt even more guilty and like an even bigger asshole, “You weren’t the only one planning on a future here, she was too and this is crushing her.” He said sadly and Harry felt his eyes being to well up with tears at the thought.

Y/N was probably shocked at the news, he would be if he’d been there with her. He would’ve insisted on a second opinion and to not disclose anything to family and friends until they were positive there was an issue. So maybe she wasn’t that in the wrong. He knows that if she’d said anything on speculation about such a serious topic he’d be even more angry if it turned out it was just a fluke or false alarm. She just wanted to be sure it was the truth. Now that Jeff was explaining to him everything she’d said over the phone he wanted to crawl in a hole and die alone because she hadn’t deserved to be treated that way. Not when this was so painful for her as well.

“Harry?” Jeff questioned and he snapped out of his thoughts.

“I need to get home to her.” He said softly, not even able to look into Jeff’s eyes any longer.

“I think she might need a few days to get past this whole disappearing act you’ve got going on.” He suggested and Harry nodded, he was right, he’d stay the weekend and head back when she’d had time to clear his head. He wanted to speak to her though, at least let her know he was fine and not angry anymore. He did try, but she ignored his calls and opted to send a text that said “I don’t feel like talking at the moment. I love you.”

**********

As Harry pulled up to their England home he was nervous, it’d been three days of total radio silence. He knew he’d start with an ‘I’m sorry’ but he wasn’t sure what more he could say other than that over and over again. So, he walked up to the front door, ringing the door bell and waiting for a bit until he heard the lock turning and as soon as the door was opened and their eyes met they both said it: “I’m sorry.”

“None of that, I’m sorry.” He said taking her face in his hands and kissing her forehead gently, “I was being selfish, love. I mean, yes, this is shit for me, but it is for you too and I wasn’t even thinking about how this made you feel and I feel so bad for leaving you and I just- I don’t deserve someone like you.” He said softly and she shook her head.

“I’m sorry too, I should’ve said something, but I didn’t want to worry you over it being a false alarm or a wrong diagnosis, I was in denial I think.” She cried and he sighed, hugging her tight.

“I love you so much, no matter what, don’t ever doubt that.” He whispered and she nodded into his chest.

“I love you too, H. So, so much. And I have some decent news.” She said and he pulled back, “You didn’t keep reading the e-mail from the doctor, she said that with some hormone treatments I could be a good candidate for IVF. It could help.” She said with a smile and he just kissed her deeply. So deeply that the air escaped her lungs and her heart was beating faster than hummingbird’s wings.

“Whatever you want to do, I’m with you, love.”

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nocturnal-jeon · 6 years ago

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𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜 ➛ 𝚔𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐 {2}

The best day of your life had come and gone, and you and your new husband Taehyung were settling comfortably into your new lives together as husband and wife. All of your friends and family had traveled over many seas to watch you commit your love to the glorious Taehyung.

Although Taehyung’s schedule as an idol began to pick up, one of the vows he made both to you out loud in front of everyone but also alone to himself, was that he would make ample time in his busy life for you and your daughter, and any other flower babies that decided to join the party. Though only you, Taehyung, and your daughter knew what that term meant, the merging laughter of the three of you filled the large venue, causing small smiles to form on the faces of many.

Regarding said flower babies. Protection was a thing of the past. That same day that you agreed to have children with him, the two of you shared an intimate evening, your bodies connecting as one in hopes of creating a flower baby. It quite frankly suprised you at how hard conceiving a child was. If anything, it worried the hell out of you constantly.

Google had become your best friend since it seemed to hold all of the answers to your distress. You often found yourself buried under a mountain of blankets while your daughter was at school and Taehyung was either traveling, practicing, or performing. It wasn’t so rare for women to struggle to conceive even after giving birth to one child already. And if anything, that stressed you out. Each article ended with the suggestion that you go visit your doctor, but you felt that by doing that, you were admitting defeat and you just couldn’t do that to yourself.

On this day in particular, your ex was supposed to bring your daughter back in a few hours, and Taehyung was quietly resting in bed beside you. It was about midday, and your husband had been asleep all day long, but you weren’t upset. He worked hard and you were glad that he was asleep and getting some well-deserved rest. His newly dyed blonde hair fell over his eyes and he laid lazily on his side, one long arm resting under his cheek, and the other sprawled out, his middle finger brushing up against your bare thigh.

Taehyung deserved the world, and if you could give him a small part of that, your life wouldn’t have been for nothing. He wanted a baby. And you were trying your hardest to do that. You had changed your diet, making and eating foods that encouraged conceiving, you tracked your period and your ovulation period. Everything. But it wasn’t working and that wasn’t okay with you.

You figured that Taehyung was too busy to notice that your attempts have failed, but you were wrong. Taehyung had been keeping a log of every time the two of you had sex, drawing a sad face next to each date as a way for his memory to know that you were unlucky. He was planning on doing something special with the date said baby was conceived, but Taehyung’s heart was beginning to ache, and while he wanted to comfort you since he knew you probably weren’t doing well, he had work and that was also important.

When the doorbell rang downstairs a few hours later, you quickly looked over at Taehyung in hopes that he was still asleep. And while his body didn’t move, Taehyung was half awake now. Sighing with content, you placed a loving kiss on his forehead before wrapping a robe around your body and making your way downstairs.

As soon as you opened the door, your daughter, dressed as a flower for no apparent reason, made a run for it, her chubby little arms wrapping themselves around your legs. “My baby!” you exclaimed, picking her up and leaving big kisses all over her face. “Did you miss mommy?” you asked, seating your daughter, who seemed to get bigger everyday, on your hip. “Yes, mommy!” she shouted, nuzzling her head in your neck cutely. As one hand rubbed her back, you looked up at your ex, who stared down at you particularly menacingly today.

His large hands were stuffed in the pockets of his skinny jeans, distress evident in the wrinkles of his forehead. “Darling, go take off your shoes and put your bag away, please,” you requested, putting her back down. Using her seemingly abundant energy, she ran down into the mud room, her sparkly skirt reflecting in the light.

“What’s the issue now?” you asked, crossing your arms as you looked at him unamused. “Y/d/n tells me that you and Taehyung are trying to have a baby,” he says coldy, his harsh-sounding words cutting through your thick layer of happiness and reaching your heart within seconds. “Yes, we are. What does that have to do with you?” you asked, an eyebrow raised.

“If you’re planning on having another child,” he started, “I want the majority of the time with y/d/n.” Your eyes widened and your knees buckled. “What?” Your voice came out hoarse and weak, causing your ex to feed off of your vulnerability. “You’re going to have another child around, and she’s my only child, so it’s only fair,” he explained. “No, it’s not fair and that makes no sense. You can’t do that,” you said, the level of your voice raising with the growth of your anxiety.

“I’m meeting with my lawyer later today, y/n. It’s about time I play a bigger role in her life, no?” he said, a maniacal grin on his lips. Your heart was beating louder than a concert, the bass in the speakers uncomparable to the pounding in your chest. “You get to have everything and I have nothing? A rich husband? Three weeks out of the month with our gorgeous daughter? And now a second child? That’s fucked up, y/n, I mean, come on,” he said in a tone of voice that aimed to get you to relate to him. You shook your tears, unwavering tears sliding down your cheeks.

He shrugged his shoulders and exhaled loudly. “Hopefully, I’ll see you and your lovely lawyer, who I miss so much, soon,” he said, before turning on his heels and leaving. You stood in the open doorway, your legs feeling like jelly. You couldn’t move. You could barely breathe. It hurt that when you seeminly had everything you could have dreamt of, your ex came to take that all away.

For once, you were glad Taehyung was alseep because you didn’t want him to hear what was going on, but he heard everything. He had gotten so excited because y/d/n was coming back home, so he sat up in bed and listened. But what he oveheard wasn’t what he anticipated on, and while your heart was shattering slowly and painfully, Taehyung sat upstairs completely dumbfounded and lost, not knowing what to do or say to you.

And while that was a conversation he probably should not have heard, and his obligations were to you and you only, he felt that there was nothing he could do or say in this case because that child was yours and your ex’s. Not his. And so Taehyung never mentioned the fact that he overheard the conversation. If anything, he focused more on your behavior. He noticed that you would hold onto your daughter a couple seconds more and watch her run to school and remain watching a few minutes after the fact.

While your daughter was at school, he would watch as the enthusiasm drained from your body as you would crawl under the covers as soon as you arrived back at home, a sleepless trance overcoming your body. And it hurt for Taehyung to see you like that.

Discarding your clothes and leaving you in your undergarments, Taehyung did the same to himself. He crawled into bed behind you and wrapped his bare arm around your stomach, gently pulling you back against his naked chest. He knew this cuddling position, with skin-to-skin contact, was one of the proven remedies to your saddness.

He entangled his legs with yours as he placed soft, delicate kisses on your shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” his deep, raw voice asked as his long fingertips stroked the skin on your stomach. You shook your head, but Taehyung was okay with that. “I love you. I just want you to know that. And if you choose to talk about it, I’m here. Always,” he clearly said, right by your ear before placing a sweet kiss on your neck.

Instictively, Taehyung began to hum the chorus of ‘The Truth Untold’, which, within seconds, had you fast asleep. Taehyung’s body remained in the same place, wanting to be sure that you were asleep, before slowly removing himself from the bed. Just in a pair of boxers, Taehyung sat at the bottom of the bed, going to trusty Google and researching the terms of a divorce, wanting to figure out whether lawfully your ex could even do what he said he would.

Taehyung sat buried in mutliple articles for just over an hour before receiving a text from Namjoon, asking for all members to meet so they can discuss this month’s schedule. Getting dressed as quickly as he could, and writing a quick note for you, Taehyung left the house.

You woke up in a dark rom, confused. You didn’t know what day it was, what year it was, or where you were, but as soon as you sat up and looked at the BTS photoshoot images on the table, you know you were at home. But you couldn’t see Taehyung. The bright yellow post-it note on your nightstand caught your eye. Squinting to make out the words, it read:

I have a meeting to go to, but I don’t know what time I’ll get home. Make sure you eat and get to bed at a reasonable time. Love you, my princess.

You figured tonight was a time to binge watch shows on Netflix since your daughter was with her dad, so you reached towards the bottom of the bed and pulled the half open laptop onto your lap.

Running your fingers over the trackpad to turn it on, your eyes, once again, began to squint since the brightness was something new for you. However, your eyes adjusted, but immidiately filled with tears when you read what was in the search engine.

“What happens after you get a divorce?”

Confused, and hurt, you looked at the search history.

“How to get a divorce?”

“Guidelines of a divorce.”

Tears prickled your eyes. Was it because you couldn’t conceive? Was it because you haven’t been as lively as you usually were? Why did Taehyung want to leave you?

#bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts drabbles #bts series #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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kpopbopz · 6 years ago

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Got7 | s.o is pregnant

Request: Hello! Can you please please do a GOT7 reaction to their s/o being pregnant after trying for a long time. Thank u!!

♡.

Mark Tuan

It was Tuesday, but not just any Tuesday, it was the Tuesday that you realized just how late your period was, six weeks to be exact. You didn’t think much of it because you were always keeping yourself busy between your marriage with Mark, your work, and hobbies, plus periods weren’t something you were excited for anyway. Since you had been trying to get pregnant for the past year with no avail, it was around that time where you both accepted that you’ll just take a break; that was until this Tuesday where you couldn’t help but wonder just exactly why you were late.

You paced back and forth in the bathroom, waiting for three pregnancy tests to reveal your destined fate; preparing yourself for the usual disappointment of a single line.

When the timer beeped on your phone and you slowly walked over to view the results, your mouth dropped. All three of them showed the positive sign that you were indeed, pregnant.

“Holy shit.”

You had to tell Mark, you called him, and by having your distinct ringtone as “Never Ever”, he knew to pick up instantly.

“What’s up babygirl?” he cooed into the phone.

“That’s what’s up,” you smiled, still staring at the unbelievable test results in your free hand.

“What do you mean?”

“Babygirl—or baby boy, inside of me, Mark, we did it.”

“What the he—wait,” it finally registered what you meant and excitement exploded through the phone, “You’re pregnant Y/n?! Really?! We’re gonna have a baby?!”

You both would start screaming on the phone with each other in pure excitement. On the other end of the phone, he would be jumping up and down with the other members, them being just as excited as he was, being that each of them were going to be the best uncles ever.

♡.

Im Jaebum [JB]

Okay so, you guys would have a code word for when it was baby making time. Since you both were so serious about it, you would schedule the best times around when you were ovulating or just off your period and he had free time. The code phrase was that it was time to make some coffee. And let me tell you, you guys would be making loads of coffee…

In the studio. In the car. On the couch. In the shower. In bed. In Mark’s bed. In the fitting room closet.

But regardless of how many times you made coffee, and how good it was, you guys still couldn’t get you pregnant. This had been going on for five months, and even though the coffee was great, you still didn’t feel satisfied knowing that you weren’t extending your family yet.

You were about to suggest that you both took a break from trying to schedule sex. Knowing that if you kept it up, it would become more of an annoying task and the passion would be gone.

The afternoon that he had suggested making some coffee, you had a doctor’s appointment.

Just a regular checkup and some blood work done; no big deal. That was until your physician had some news for you.

“Mrs. Y/n, did you know that you’re pregnant?”

You choked on air, staring at your doctor as if she’d lost her head.

“E-Excuse me, I’m what?”

“Pregnant. Four weeks to be exact, congratulations. I can get you started on some prenatal vitamins,” she would say as you begin to shout with excitement.

After leaving the doctor, you would tell Jaebum to meet you at a coffee place. Once you both meet up there, he would see you already ordered for him. Giving you a kiss on the cheek before sitting down beside you, smirking to himself, thinking that you both were about to try some form of public coffee making next.

“What’s the plan jagi? Did your appointment go well?” he would say before taking a small sip of his coffee, not noticing the message on his coffee cup at first.

“It went very well,” you gestured toward his cup, “gosh, I can’t believe they actually spelled your name right on your cup.”

That’s when he would finally notice in plain black marker the term:

“To future daddy, a coffee bean is brewing, coming soon. xo.”

The amount of exhilaration that hit this man was insane and it wasn’t because of the coffee. He would instantly go down on his knees and press his hands gently to your stomach, nonstop grinning.

“I’m so proud of you jagi and I’m so excited to meet you little one.”

♡.

Jackson Wang

He would have prepared you dinner, being the cute and caring hubby that he was. Your plans for the night was to eat dinner and watch a movie together before bed. You would walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist as he stood, stirring chicken in the pan.

It took you a moment to realize how strong and concoctive the scents of dinner preparation was until they became nauseating. Not because he was a bad cook, you loved his cooking, it was just so strong and overwhelming that you found yourself running back into your shared master bathroom to throw up.

After placing the towel down from over his shoulder, and dimming down the fire on the stove, he would come in after you, worried and rubbing your back gently.

“If you’re feeling ill jagi, I can make you some soup and just take care of you while you rest,” he would assure you, kissing your head while you kneeled over the toilet. It was strange. For the past week, you noticed that your sense of smell was becoming more and more sensitive and just how exhausted you’d been feeling. You squinted your eyes in the process of thinking before a lightbulb had appeared.

“Puppy, can you get out for a moment? I have to use the bathroom,” you tried to keep calm, realizing that your curiosity could be met with utter disappointment. Jackson nodded, standing to give you the space you needed.

“I’ll be in the kitchen starting on your soup, kitten. Just call me if you need me,” he would say while leaving the small space and closing the door behind him.

Instantly, you would rummage underneath the sink, pulling out one of your stashed pregnancy tests.

After taking the test and acknowledging that you were indeed pregnant; the smile on your face was vivid.

“Jagiya! Do you think you’re well enough to eat? I can bring you dinner in bed if that’s what you want,” he would call out to you.

You stepped out of the bathroom and called back out toward him, holding up the positive pregnancy test.

“Well since I’ll be eating for two, I think it’s best that I eat dinner.”

“What are you talking about jagi? You’re getting a whole meal, I have to eat too!”

“I know that, but you should be making dinner for three considering I’m eating for two.” It would take him a moment to register what you meant, feeling as if he’d just gone over this with you before the reality of the situation hit him. He would spin around, running back into the room to see you holding up a pregnancy test, a small, but still there bump on your belly.

“WE’RE HAVING A WANG PUPPY?!” he would start jumping up and down in sheer and pure excitement.

Side note: he would literally prepare a tiny plate, wanting you to authentically feed the bundle of baby inside of you.

♡.

Park Jinyoung

You had honestly found out last week that you were expecting and three weeks along, but you wanted a creative way to tell Jinyoung that he was going to be a father. You thought of all types of things until you finally came up with the perfect way to tell him but you needed JYP’s help.

You gathered yourself at the studio, conversing with JYP that you were expecting with his name twin, and you wanted him to call him in, explaining that he would be getting a promotion and to invite all the boys to his promotion reveal the next night. He was confused as to why he was the only member in the group to be retrieving something like this but overall was very excited regardless.

He would’ve come home telling you just how excited he was, yet worrisome about what the promotion could be and what it meant for got7. You could express how proud you were of him, keeping your surprise and big reveal from him with the best poker face on.

The time came where he and the boys would head over to the studio. You would be standing in another room, waiting for the signal to come in. JYP would meet them first, making a small speech about how proud he was of Jinyoung and that he was getting everything he deserved before handing him his “promoting” papers.

Reading over the paperwork, it read that he was being promoted from just a husband to a father as well. He would break out into happy tears, and the cue word “congratulations” would allow for you to enter the room with a big smile on your face.

He would immediately come to you, holding you in his arms before dropping down to his knees and giving your tiny bump a kiss.

“Daddy is so happy for this next step in his career as a father.”

Sidenote: Jackson would be screaming in the background, begging for Mark to have their child already. Youngjae would argue that Mark was being a slut, Coco already being their child, WHICH BRINGS US TO—

♡.

Choi Youngjae

You found out that morning that you were pregnant while he was out taking Coco for a short walk. The amount of enthusiasm that pulsed through you was nearly overwhelming. Your nausea and bloating made so much sense now that you knew you were expecting.

You couldn’t wait and you wanted to tell Youngjae instantly that you both were finally getting to extend your family of three, to a family of four, after casually trying for the past seven months.

“Jagiya~ Coco and I have returned.”

“Sunshine! Guess what!” you cooed, coming to wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled at your affections and pulled you into his embrace while peppering your face with sweet small kisses.

“Yes jagi?” he would mumble between kisses.

“Coco is getting a brother or sister,” you whispered in the most loving tone that you could, grinning while your cheeks flushed, being able to say it out loud.

“We’re getting another puppy?! How? Where? Wait, why? Coco is the only goddess dog we—”

“It’s not a puppy sunshine,” you would chuckle at his inquiries, staring into his eyes, “it’s a baby. We’re having a baby Youngjae.”

His eyes would go wide as he looked up and down from your face to your tummy.

“A human BEAN?!”

He would then run around the house with Coco running after him, screaming and smiling about how excited he was, contacting all the other members and telling them the great news. That Coco was getting a sibling!

♡.

BamBam

BamBam had noticed that you’d been having a lot of mood swings lately. You would be happy then all of a sudden you would start to cry. He didn’t understand what was going on with you and would tell you to dab on them tears.

Of course he was very much aware that both of you had been trying to have a child, so every time you would see a baby while strolling in the park together or shopping for groceries, you would cry and send BamBam pictures of babies and express how much you really wanted to have one of your own.

You would’ve never connected that you had been pregnant for the past month until your mother had told you that you seemed to be experiencing symptoms of early pregnancy.

BamBam wouldn’t know just yet that you were pregnant until you sent him a text one day, more pictures of babies. He would be used to it by now and explain that one day you both would be having one of your own and when that day came he would be the happiest man alive.

The next picture you sent him was a picture of the positive pregnancy test you had taken earlier that day, next to a crappy drawing of a “Happiest Man Alive” certificate.

He would immediately ask you where you were, rushing to you and scooping you up in a huge hug while he kissed you over and over.

“This baby will come out dabbing, I’m already proud of them,” he would murmur toward your stomach, receiving a playful eye roll from you.

♡.

Kim Yugyeom

The way you would tell Yugyeom was going to be through something he loved. Dance. You weren’t going to be dancing but whenever this bundle of joy was born, they would be dancing right beside their daddy so you decided the number one thing a dancer needs are a good pair of shoes.

He was in the middle of practicing his freestyle when you came to the studio. He blew you a sweet kiss before continuing to focus on his kinetic art so he wouldn’t notice you slip into his duffle bag a tiny pair of shoes with the written note, “Dancing into daddy’s footsteps, coming soon.~”

Honestly, it would be BamBam to notice the small laces popping out of the bag.

“Yo man, whose shoes are these? They’re so cute,” he would pull them out of Yugyeom’s bag, reading the note before jumping up and down enthused about being an uncle. Yugyeom, perplexed, would stop his music and turn to look at his close hyung.

“What are you talking abou—” he would look at the tiny shoes and the note you left behind and a smile would break out on his face as he began jumping up and down with Bambam.

“I’m going to be a father! Y/n’s having a baby!”

He would call you right after he was done celebrating, telling you that he would be home right away and to kiss your little bun for him while you waited for him to come home.

“I’m so excited baby girl. You’re going to be such a wonderful mommy.”

♡.

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