#kissing bits hall of fame

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thank you @curlyhairedprince for this gif (X) it needs a life of its own

for some reason this makes me smile like someone just found my long lost cat, and i could watch it loop forever

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image source: @toneelspeelster (X) but this one needed to shine on its own

them. this. beautiful.

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Too Easily - Katsuki Bakugo -

Based of this blurb. Part 2

It was too easy, every part of it. How you met him, how you interacted with him, how quickly he got used to you. Every part of it was too easy, too good to be true. But he asked you anyway, he wanted you anyway. You figured it was just another thing in life that came easily. He showed you another way of living, the thrill of romance. The increased heartbeat that came when next to a crush. The a flutter in your stomach when he called your name. The buzz of warmth that covered your entire being after just one kiss. CW: swearing and i think that's it? Word Count: 7.4k

General Studies was no easy task. It was assignment after assignment. Making you do ten times the amount of work any other school had regular students doing. UA wasn't only a prestigious hero school, but an overall school. If you could get in, in any way possible, you were deemed important in society.

A messed up social construct because it didn't take only intelligence but also wealth and connections with people on the school board. Nonetheless, you got in and stayed at a good standpoint for your class. Within the top three overall, if you weren't first when hero students weren't involved.

You were known across the school for how you aced every test with flying colors. Maybe you weren't the most known, since the hero students got all the praise, but right out of that, you were the most known.

It used to be Shinso, due to his 'villainous' quirk. But when he was transferred to the hero course in the second year, all the talk switched to you. It was something you were used to though. Your parents were well-known CEOs so it was nothing compared to the fame they had. Just whispers being spoken wherever you were.

You were close friends with Shinso, and still are, stopping to talk with him in the halls and going to his common room to help him study every once in a while. It gave you more connections to the hero world, and with your parents' advice in life, you made any connection possible. Life was filled with stepping stones, all hard work built into any action, and profit.

When you were with Shinso, a genuine friend of yours, you took time to talk with his friends. Ones who crossed your path when in his busy common room. Normally it was Kaminari who bugged the two of you, and he wasn't much to build off. Sero as well, who mainly flirted with you quietly. Kirishima was a good one to talk with, there was actual conversation there. Same with Deku.

Avoiding conversation wasn't easy in the common area, but you and Shinso also knew only rumors would come if you went to his room. So the two of you adapted, making the people who bugged you, join in and study as well.

That's how you met the infamous Katsuki Bakugo. He was only trying to get his headphones back from Kirishima, but an interruption was an interruption. The group yelling at him to sit down, the group being Kaminari and Mina. You could care less if he stayed or went, the rule was set for the people who consistently bugged you.

"I said two fucking words," Bakugo seethed.

"Don't care," Kaminari pointed to the set, acting like a strict parent with how he raised his chin, "Rules are rules Kacchan."

"This stupid-"

"Bakugo sit the fuck down," Mina added.

"Who do you think you are?" Bakugo raised his arm at her.

You watched annoyed at the bickering, he would definitely apply to the rule now. You looked over your work as they snapped back and forth, wanting to avoid an argument with him. Throughout all three years of high school, his reputation stayed the same. As angry and explosive as ever, and that's after calming down slightly in the first year.

"Bakugo," Kirishima sheepishly spoke out, "You're only making things worse. She's had this rule set for the past month. You're going to go study anyway, just join us."

"Fucking ridiculous," the blonde grumbled, throwing his bag on the table and aggressively pulling out a seat next to you. "I'm not staying long," he bit out, towards you.

You raised a brow and looked at him, "You're disruptive anyway."

He tsked at you, opening his book and throwing down the same worksheet everyone else had out. The sheet that Shinso finished an hour ago, with your help. Shinso was now far ahead on his English essay.

The group took over their silence once again. Kaminari and Mina, the most annoying ones, deep into their math work.

"Kaminari!" you scolded, seeing him lift his phone for a math problem, "You're going to become a hero by cheating?"

"No," he pouted like a puppy.

Before you could, Bakugo took Kaminari's phone, shoving it in his pocket. "How many times do you have'ta be yelled at to fuckin' stop?" Bakugo hissed.

"Sorry," Kaminari shrunk in his seat.

"I'll help you," you sighed, getting up to stand.

Bakugo glared at you, "I can fuckin' do it."

"I've already finished the sheet, I know how to do it," you assured, acknowledging the looks from the table.

"Who the fuck even are you?" he looked you over.

You were used to the everyday person glaring at you, out of jealousy, out of disgust, it didn't matter. But from someone who was expected to be one of the top heroes, from someone in the Big Three? It was something else. You only let yourself shrink in slightly, still saying your name confidently. Surely he would have heard you're name by now, right?

"Hah?"

"I'm going to be the valedictorian? You can't be that socially blind," you blinked at him.

His face settled into recognition, turning to glare at Shinso next, "Is that how you're getting better scores?! You little shit!"

The aggression was off you quicker than you thought. Everyone else turned their attention off you now, not caring what Bakugo would say now that he was talking to a classmate. More so yelling with how Shinso was giving him a lazy smirk back at him.

Before you could get roped back into the conversation you stepped over to Kaminari to help him with the first question on the page. It didn't surprise you that he needed help, he often needed help in math.

What did surprise you though, was Bakugo grumbling to himself when you sat back down in your seat. Not letting you settle in before he poked your forearm with his pencil, nodding his head to his paper when you looked at him.

You leaned into his space slightly and looked over his paper. He moved his pencil over the question, the same one that stumped Shinso. He was looking anywhere but his paper ignoring the fact that he was asking for help.

When you took a breath before starting to talk you instantly got a sharp glare and his hand shoving paper into your hand. Scratch paper was shoved into your space, his pencil being tossed along with it. You gave him a look that read 'seriously' to his reaction. He just gave you a firmer glare. You sighed as you wrote down the steps for him, looking over his work and circling the spots he got wrong. He only messed up on the middle step, something you almost did.

Passing the paper was also a task, he waited until he was sure no one was looking before he snagged it back. His eyes lit up with a flash of annoyance as he saw his simple mistake.

"Hey," Shinso called out to you, dragging your attention away from the blonde, "I think I'm done for the day. I don't wanna write anymore."

You looked at the time, it was barely passing 8 pm, and you'd been working since six. "Fair," you nodded, knowing not everyone was up to studying for hours at a time, "How much did you do?"

"I'm only missing a page now," he stretched out, "It's not due for a week."

"The sooner you're done-"

"The sooner you can forget about it," Shinso rolled his eyes, "I know, not like you say it every time."

"I could say it more," you huffed, grabbing your textbooks and putting them in your bag. Shinso did the same, putting his stuff away much quicker before he said his goodnights, patted your back, and left.

"Am I free?" Mina gave you puppy eyes.

"Yeah, I need to get to my dorm," you smiled at her, watching as everyone at the table sighed in relief and packed up. Taking their leave soon after.

You stayed without much thought. Bakugo was still at the table, clearly wanting to finish his paper now. You didn't want to leave him in case he needed help, it was something you did for all of them.

Only when everyone was gone did he raise his head, quickly taking in that it was only you and him left.

"Thanks, Books," he said gruffly. You knew he was one to give nicknames, having heard him yell a few in the common room, hallways, or sports festivals.

You also knew he wasn't one to hand out thanks. "No problem," you nodded at him, seeing him shove his books into his bag. "You're going to rip your work if you do that, you know?"

"Like I care."

"You should, I wouldn't be surprised to know if you've had to redo homework for that reason only," you stood up, "A folder could save you from taking time out of your training."

He glared at you, showing that you read him like a book, "Whatever," he scoffed.

---

There was no surprise seeing him in the common rooms more, or him helping your small study group. It was all welcomed, he could answer all the small questions when you were already busy. Although he took a different approach than you. Rather than calmly explaining, he yelled.

The surprise only hit when he approached you right after class. Everyone lingering in the hall still debriefing from class that ended only moments ago.

He's been the talk of school recently as well. Having gone nuts when an interviewer asked him personal questions. Ranging from how his parents were to how many people he's slept with. With him being freshly eighteen, it was disgusting. It is disgusting in general but it only gives you a good look at the way society views heroes.

It spread beyond just that, everyone watching the interview and taking it among themselves. Trying to figure out who Bakugo was dating or why he wasn't dating anyone. Piecing together any action he made towards anyone. Trying to say he was dating one of his classmates or someone he was interning with. It was annoying even for you, no one wanted to talk about anything other than his dating life. It was infuriating.

So him showing up at your class out of nowhere confused you even more. With all the rumors going around you expected him to stick to himself, like he was doing for the past week.

"Bakugo?" you asked, seeing him leaning on the wall across the door to your class. You knew you were the only one that knew him personally, in your class.

"Books," he said shortly, kicking himself off the wall and walking towards you, meeting you halfway, in the middle of the hallway.

"Do you need to talk about something?" you tilted your head, confused, "We can go to your common room, I was heading there anyway."

"Nah," he shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets. Casual as ever.

You looked around at the crowd that gathered around you. "Then what do you need?" you asked quietly, wanting to avoid people hearing your conversation.

"Go on a date with me," he ordered more than asked, face plain but voice loud enough for everyone to hear. He gave you nothing to read off.

"Excuse me?" you asked meekly.

"Go on a date with me."

"Bakugo-"

"You stupid or somethin'?" he asked, now annoyed.

"No, I'm just confused," you worded slowly, trying to piece together why he did this suddenly. Is this why he started studying with you? Despite already knowing his stuff and hardly needing help.

"Will you?" he shuffled his footing, going more ridged and less relaxed.

You blinked, looking around quickly at the audience who was now holding their breath, "Yeah," you said breathlessly, "I- sure."

"Good," he relaxed again, "I'll meet you at your dorm room."

He didn't let you add anything before he was walking away, the crowd parting for his exit before rushing up to you.

"You know Bakugo?"

"He likes you?"

"Did you put a spell on him?"

"Hire him?"

"Buy him out?"

"What's your secret?"

Knowing how to manage the media, you did what you were taught. School your expression and walk away, give nothing but keep your head high.

You dealt with people bugging you until you were at your dorm, only at safety when you locked your door behind you. You didn't even tell Bakugo your dorm number, and he didn't have your number. How he was going to get to you, you had no clue.

Your phone buzzes violently in your bug, Shinso calling you.

"You and Bakugo?" he asked immediately when you answered. Word got around quick. It's only been twenty minutes and people knew.

"Apparently? I don't know?" you ran your hands through your hair, trying to think of an outfit for something you didn't even know of.

"How do you not know?"

"Shinso," you placed him on speaker, going through your closest, "He just came to my class and asked me out in front of everyone."

"I know, that's how I found out. But seriously?"

"Yeah," you settled on a semi-formal outfit, hitting the line of whatever was appropriate.

Shinso paused in thought, "He didn't act any different around you though."

"I know," you sighed in frustration, "All he did was ask my help, apparently that means he's into me?"

"He asked for help?"

"Barely," you shuffled out of your clothes, throwing on the outfit in a rush, unsure when Bakugo would pick you up.

Shinso hummed, "He never asks for help, so fuck, maybe he does like you. Be careful though."

You laughed lightly, brushing your hair with your fingers to make sure it was still presentable, "It's Bakugo, not some kind of monster."

"He's unpredictable," Shinso warned.

"I'll be fine Shinso," you brushed off his worries. Changing into a different topic of your day. Mainly listening to him rant about a new game he bought.

A sudden knock made you jump out of your chair, whispering goodbye to Shinso before hanging up.

You opened the door with a polite smile, greeting Bakugo, who was dressed in a similar manner as you.

"Ready?" he asked. You grabbed your keys and locked your dorm room behind you, stepping into the hall that not only Bakugo occupied. The rest of your class was camping outside your room. You glare at them in response, it was rude to be this nosey.

"Yeah, where to?" you asked, looking unsure around your class.

The name of one of the most popular restaurants rattled out of his mouth.

"Bakugo, that place is a fortune-"

"I've got the money."

"It really isn't necessary."

"It is if it's for you," he said smoothly, something completely unexpected from him. Maybe he wasn't as harsh as he put on.

With no more argument coming from you, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the elevator, finally out of the eyes of your peers.

"I don't think I'm dressed for this," you said honestly as you looked down. You'd meet the dress code easily, but it was still a well-established restaurant.

"You look fine."

You blushed warmly at that. You've been told all about his character in passing. He didn't just throw out things without meaning. "Thanks," you mumbled, following him as he left the elevator.

---

He was an easy person to talk to. No awkward silences that couldn't be filled. Nothing bad to note over the entirety of dinner. He was a gentleman, and it was surprising. Even when the press started annoying you midway through, he didn't fuss. Just told you to ignore them and continue eating. Barely giving them a second glance as he talked to you more. Seemingly curious about how your dumb presentation did.

"Thank you for listening to all my school stuff," you turned to him as you walked back to your dorm, him insisting he needed to walk you back. Despite the guaranteed safety of a hero school. "You're probably the only hero student who can keep up."

"You act like hero students are behind."

"You're in the same math class as Kaminari, it's not hard to claim that I'm leagues ahead in that field," you smiled at him, not wanting to offend him.

"Whatever," he shrugged off.

You turned back to look at the direction you were walking, you still had a couple of minutes, "Thanks for inviting me out, I'm cooped up too much."

"No problem," he said back softly, sharing your tone, "Thanks for agreeing I guess."

"I hardly agreed to anything, more so got ordered," you laughed.

The weather was nice as you walked back. Clear skies, low winds, but cold.

"Ya cold?"

"Kinda," you replied, crossing your arms to warm yourself as you focused on walking.

"C'mere, idiot," he called to you, shrugging off his jacket when you were near, throwing it over your shoulders before continuing to walk like nothing happened.

"Thank you," you said shyly, not used to being catered to, especially by him. Many have asked you out before, none of them interesting or it was easy to tell they had bad intentions, Bakugo's the first to not.

He shrugged off the appreciation, letting silence cover the conversation for a moment.

"You want to know something?" you spoke out, watching how your steps hit the ground at the same time as his.

"Hm?"

"I expected you to be a lot different."

"How?"

"Well in the sports festival you're an animal," you pointed out.

"I'm not an animal," he shook his head in disbelief.

You turned to face him, face deadpan, "You fucking growled at the camera."

Bakugo barked out a laugh at the memory. Though the laugh was violent, it was warming to hear, your smile widening.

"You even bit the cameraman," you added on to the memory, anything to keep him laughing.

"You saw what he did right?" he spoke filled with laughter.

"No?"

"Dude wagged a red flag in front of the camera so I'd look over."

"No!" you gasped, laughter breaking through.

"So I fuckin' showed him an animal."

His expression was cocky with a humorous smile, a laugh still following his words as he guided you to continue moving by your elbow.

"All the interviewers do that shit."

"Hm?" you hummed for him to continue.

"Get in your face, want you to act a certain way. Fuckin' tired of it," he huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah," you were warmed by how he spoke so freely, "They always ask ridiculous questions too," you added on.

"You've been interviewed?" he side-eyed you as you walked.

"Plenty of times, my parents are huge CEOs so they want to know who's next up," you answered any follow-up question he could have, used to others questioning you all about it.

"Gross."

You laughed lightly, "Definitely, the interviews are always so unsettling. Asking every personal question ever," you brought it up just to try to show him you understood him.

"You got no idea, sweets," the tack of a nickname made you flush. Looking away briefly when other students pass by you.

Not wanting the conversation to stop you continued, "I might not to your extent of course, but I've had my fair share."

"Really? What's the worst thing you've been asked?" he challenged.

"If I was willing to have sex with other CEOs in order to expand the company," you gave him a straight face.

He gave a disgusted look in return, "People like that need to be locked up."

"Yeah, hopefully you'll clear the streets for us," you bumped his shoulder with yours, "but what's the worst thing you've been asked?"

"If I fucked Endeavour's sidekick." You cringed in reply. "That, and they always ask my cup size."

A laugh ripped from your throat, your hand slapping up to his arm in response, "No way! Me too!"

He rolled his eyes, "Fuckin' pervs."

Conversation was easy between the two of you, sharing interview questions until you got to your dorm. Him opening all the doors for you on the way there, causing you to blush each time.

Few people scatter your hallway when you get back, turning their attention on you.

"Again next week?"

"Sorry?" you asked confused.

He furrowed his brows, "Did you not have a good time?"

"No, I did," you corrected, "I'm just surprised you're wanting another."

"Of course, I want another," frustration was slowly coming out of his voice, "So will you go on another date with me? Next week?"

"I- yeah," you nodded.

"Gimme your phone," he put his hand out, typing his number in roughly when you gave it to him. "I'll text you."

"Yeah," you were breathless, this didn't feel real.

"You're going to be at my common area tomorrow, right?" his face gave away absolutely nothing, brushing off the idea of a date so casually.

"Yeah," you were too stunned to form more words. He wanted not one, but two dates. And was curious what you were doing the next day. You were never one to fan girl, but with the looks he had, it was hard not to.

"Good, I'll be around," he said shortly, moving to step away.

"You're jacket," you blurted, "I need to give it back."

"Keep it."

He walked away before you could even pull it off your shoulders.

Not wanting the stares of classmates, you quickly hid yourself in your room. Letting the giddy emotions consume you. The rush of emotions from the date were running wild, and you knew better than to show those in front of him, let alone in public.

---

The giddy feeling didn't leave the next day, buzzing in your heart as you went through each class. Unbothered by the people who tried to be nosey or the first years who threatened you. It was all filled with the rushing thoughts, the curiosity you felt when Bakugo said he'd see you today.

Adding a pep to your step as you made your way into his common room, setting up your stuff to study with Shinso.

"Nice ass, I got a real good angle here."

You slapped down your uniform skirt as you straightened your posture. "Gross Mineta," you spat when you turned around to face him.

"Just enjoying the view, wish it was more than a view, like an object-"

You glared at him sharply, "I'm not an object." He was acting worse than the interviewers.

"Not yet-"

"Not ever," you seethed. When you watched his eyes widen you felt relieved to have scared him.

"The fuck happening here?" Bakugo's voice rang out, clearly being the reason Mineta was afraid.

"Nothing," Mineta groaned, "Gotta ruin the fun. Maybe later mamas," Mineta winked at you. A full-body cringe shuttered through you.

"I'll fuckin' kill you," Bakugo stepped closer, Mineta running away in response.

"Thanks-"

"Aren't you usually here at 6?" he cut you off.

"Oh," you clasped your hands behind your back, slightly swaying, "I thought I'd stop by earlier, to see you," you added sheepishly.

"Good thinkin'," he smirked, "Want to-"

Shinso's heavy steps turned your attention. "Hi, Shinso!" you greeted happily, you had so much to tell him.

"It's a bit early," he turned his head to the clock.

"She came to see me," Bakugo answered for you.

"Well not entirely- I'm still going to study at 6," you confirmed.

That night all you did was go over the English book Bakugo's class was reading in the privacy of his dorm. Nothing more, nothing less. However, he did apologize for Mineta.

---

The next month or so followed in a similar footing. Amazing dates filled with heartful talks, even ones that were had to talk about. With him it was easy. Laughing and smiling was easy.

Even the stupid date you were on right now.

"Y'know you should call me by my name."

He had to be joking. You were in the middle of a nice dinner date in his common room, with food he made. "Really? Are seriously trying to get me to call you Dynamight-"

"No idiot-" he huffed looking down at his hands for a second. He was holding his weight on the counter as he stood across from you, leaning into his palms. "I mean Katsuki."

"Oh," you blushed, "Yeah, I guess that'd make sense," you laughed shyly.

His eyes flickered to the common room. Mina, Toru, and Kaminari were all sitting there, obviously spying on you and Bakugo.

"Your cooking is great," you blurted out, wanting his attention instead.

"Hm?" he looked back to you, "Do y'like the spice? I can add more if ya can handle it."

Even after letting you call him by his given name, the conversation stayed easy between you two. Taking steady bites of your meal between talking, trying to ignore the three in the common room.

Throughout the conversation, Bakugo took your empty plate and started washing it. Having you sat on the counter next to him.

"So gentlemen like," you teased as he dried the plate and put it way. He huffed, rolling his eyes when he stood in front of you again.

"Only for you," he spoke confidently, eyes flashing towards the common room before crowding into your space on the counter. Stepping between your spread legs and placing his hands beside your thighs.

You blush at his closeness, straightening your back to gain a few more inches of space, "Bakugo-"

"Katsuki," he corrected.

"Katsuki," you fumbled with his name, "What are you doing?" you whispered.

"What d'ya want me to do?"

Your eyes flashed to the group, embarrassed that you might have an audience. Too embarrassed that you couldn't reply, biting your lip when you looked back at him. Catching his eyes falling to your lips before looking back at your eyes.

He gave you a look and a small nod to see if you were okay, clear with the idea that he wanted to kiss you. When you gave a small nod in reply, he moved his hand up to cradle your cheek. 

Gently pulling you in for a kiss. Connecting your lips with a spark running up your spine. This was your first kiss, and it felt electric. A rush of adrenaline runs through your body at the contact.

When he pulled away you chased the kiss for a moment, letting your eyes slowly flutter open in confusion. His eyes were already on the three in the room over.

"Want to go to your dorm?" you offered, eager to continue kissing him, the thrill was something you think you'd chase for a lifetime.

"It's gettin' late," he glanced at his watch, "I got early training."

You pouted your lip, "Okay, text me?"

"Sure," he patted your thigh and stepped away. Making you blush once more before you hopped off the counter to leave.

---

The relationship between you two continued like that for a while, small kisses in public. All ones you were too shy to start yourself. Even when you wanted to be in the privacy of his dorm, but without his lead you felt blind.

Everyone on campus has seen you together and knows you're dating, but you felt unsure. It felt weird to have everyone think you're dating, but you didn't know entirely. Interviewers have asked him and he just shrugged it off with a smirk. It's never been discussed more, and you had nothing to go off. All that was discussed was a promised date every week and him being around when you tutored Shinso.

All except this time.

"Where's Katsuki?" you asked Shinso once you placed your stuff down.

"Bad interview, he's in his dorm," Shinso shrugged.

"That bad?" you frowned.

Shinso looked at you like you were stupid, "It's Bakugo, it's always bad."

"Hm," you hummed in thought, looking towards the elevator.

"Want to go see your boyfriend?" he rolled his eyes.

"He's not my boyfriend," you shushed.

"Yeah? Tell that to everyone else."

"It just hasn't been brought up between him and I," you confined to him slightly.

"Then ask? I don't know," he sassed.

"Come on Shinso, I'm lost here," you begged, "I've never dated anyone before. I don't know the rules."

"Rules?" Shinso laughed, "There's no 'rules' to dating."

"Help me out," you kicked at his chair.

"Just ask him what you are, he's probably too emotionally constipated to actually ask you out and want you to just know."

"That's embarrassing though."

"Toughen up."

With Shinso's horrible enthusiasm, you were knocking at Katsuki's door before you knew it.

"What?" Katsuki snapped when opening the door, clearly in a bad mood. 

Every emotion was running through your head. Scared? Excited? You name it. It's been three months of this unknown. Dating or not. You wanted to know, you wanted to make the small next steps. Have him as a boyfriend. To meet his mom. Spend more time with him. Call him more often. Kiss him more. All the practiced words wanted to fall right out of your mouth. 

You closed your open mouth, recovering from your thoughts and the aggressive way he opened the door. He was still glaring at you confused. "I- um-"

"Spit it out."

You took a deep breath, licking your lips lightly before letting the word vomit leave your mouth, "I want to know where we stand. Like are we dating? Are you my boyfriend?" you were wringing out your hands and rocking on your heels as you rambled, "Have we been dating? If not, I'd like to. You're such a good guy and just have helped me a lot, and I'd love to actually call you my boyfriend."

Katsuki blinked at you for a moment, his glare gone but the confusion was still painted across his face. 

"Huh?"

You blinked, "I like you Katsuki, and I want an actual relationship. Titles and all, you know?" With his face just scrunching up in more confusion, you gasped, hands covering your mouth, "God! You probably already think it's a relationship, huh? I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to-"

"You like me?" he cut you off.

"I thought that was obvious?" you laughed lightly, embarrassed as you peered up at him.

He shuffles how we was standing, crossing his arms, a confused look gracing his features, "We were just dating to get rid of the fuckin' rumor. I thought y'know?"

Color drained from your face, "Oh!"

Not being able to stand any more of this mortifying experience, you turned on your heels and walked away.

Walking all the way until you were almost out of the Common room.

"You look like you saw a ghost," Shinso stopped you in your tracks.

"Heh," you forced a laugh, eyeing the door with want.

"Go that bad?" Shinso frowned.

"You have no idea.

---

That night was rough. A long shower helped you process everything. All the group outings, all the public displays of affection, not bothering to spend time together unless you were out in public, even if you were in his dorm, everyone knew. It had all been for the press, and it made complete sense. It was all he talked to you deeply about. It's why he thanked you at the beginning of all this.

And yet, despite you being the valedictorian, you were too stupid to realize.

So now you were bawling your eyes out as you hugged your pillow. Feeling so incredibly dumb to think you could pull Kat- Bakugo. The future symbol of strength. You let yourself get so hopeful and wrapped up in the feelings, making yourself blind to the obvious. 

All the small kisses you shared felt like nothing now.

After that night, you picked yourself back up. No longer distracted by him, but more encouraged. You've spent the last three months studying until early in the morning rather than sleeping, all because you didn't want to decline when Bakugo invited you out. So now, you had time. So much of it that you were unsure what to do with it.

Bakugo gave you a week to cool down, not bothering you during your study sessions with Shinso, and not texting you either. You were relieved he was letting this embarrassing moment pass.

You were mad, anyone would be. Bakugo could have told you that it was fake, but no, he let you fall for him. He could of been direct, rather than assume.

"You okay?" Shinso nudged your arm when you were too zoned out on the elevator, fearful that the blonde would appear any moment.

"Hm? Yeah, just preoccupied with my thoughts," you answered automatically, turning your head away from the elevator. It's been a full two weeks, you should be over it by now.

Shinso looked over your shoulder, "Maybe we should leave," he rushed, packing his stuff.

"What? Did you finish already?"

"No, just come on," Shinso grabbed your stuff and packed up too.

"Shinso-"

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the elevator, trying to close the doors quickly. 

Only then did you notice Bakugo standing at the entrance, looking lost as he watched the elevator doors close.

---

Shinso was always a good friend like that, looking out for you. He's kept Bakugo from your view more times than you could count in the past two weeks. Shinso was probably more pissed than you.

You had just hung up on him, turning to sitting down at your desk and plotting down points for an essay you had to submit later this week. Always wanting to stay two steps ahead when possible.

A soft rattle of knocks drew your attention away from your work.

"Come in," you called out, turning off your studying music and taking off your headphones. Spinning your chair to see which classmate was bugging you for help now.

"Hey," Bakugo twisted the door open.

You rolled your eyes, "Close the door, unless you want people to hear."

He slowly shut the door behind him and put his hands in his pockets, "Mindfuck said I should-"

"If Shinso sent you to do anything, I don't want to hear it," you crossed your arms.

"That shithead doesn't dictate what I do-"

"But he could," you pointed out.

"Well he's not. Ain't how his quirk works."

"What do you want Bakugo?" you asked plainly, you didn't want to be dragged along again.

He sighed, "Look, I wanted to apologize. What I did was shitty."

"Very, but I don't care at this point," you covered up your emotions, brushing past every night you've cried these past two weeks, "Yeah, you broke my heart or whatever, but it wasn't intentional. Just- you go your way, I'll go mine."

He tightened his jaw, "If that's what you want."

"It is," you lied through your teeth. Moving your chair again to face your work. Ignoring him.

"You don't have to lie if anyone asks," he spoke awkwardly.

You gave him a quick glance, "I wasn't planning to." 

---

When he left once again, you felt relieved to have that conversation over. Wanting to bury the sad story of your first 'relationship.' 

Sticking to what you knew best, school. You breezed through each test. Earning any extra credit possible and going to any internship possible. Limiting your tutor hours to hours you knew Bakugo was busy.

Your resume was solid, you'd be graduating with an associate's degree and would immediately start work with your parents the second you graduated. All while working towards a master's degree. Not only did you fill up your current time, but you'd be busy after high school as well.

Even now you were often at your parents' office when school was over, getting prepared for your role there. You'd be the youngest boss to work there, and many people were pissed. How could a freshly graduated teenager get paid more than them?

With tons of hard work. All the hard work pays off when you actually graduate as Valedictorian. Having press all in your face when you gave your graduation speech to the class. Talking about the highs and lows. Mentioning the hero course and the courage they faced, even when people thought they weren't made for it. Most of the speech was for Shinso.

The press was crazy afterward, you didn't have a moment to yourself. While you thought the press would be small since UA was high security, you were wrong. They took the funding they could get, and in return, they let people in.

Mainly the hero course was being interviewed, but you got surrounded as well.

"Ma'am! Tell us how you got such a high job position?"

"How much money will you make?"

"I'd love to get your insider opinion on the heroes here?"

"Hard work earns a lot more than just money," you answered the first two questions, "While the Heroes here are outstanding. They'll do the world a lot of good."

"Do you know any of them personally?"

"A few in Class A," you smiled in reply. You needed press and this was a great way to get your name out.

"So are you still dating Dynamight?"

The question shocked you for a moment, you thought all that dropped when you and him argued. You guess they just thought you were distant because of work. Your eyes widened, immediately looking away from the interviewer so you could compose an answer.

Unforantly, Bakugo was getting interviewed right beside you. Making eye contact with you while the press hounded him. Flying through different questions about his relationship status.

"Ma'am?"

"Um," you stuttered, unsure what to do.

 Every press training you've gone through left your mind. Bakugo's helpless face replaced it instead. He hated the press, he hated dealing with an audience. But he hated it even more when it wasn't about his work. Hating when people asked personal things or assumed things because of his looks. 

"Excuse me, I need to go save my boyfriend."

You walked away quickly, faking your confidence in your walk as you made your way to him. Regretting your decision already but it's too late to go back now.

"Is this your girlfriend?" the press immediately switched to ask when you showed up to his side.

"No-"

"Yes," you grabbed his arm, giving him a glare, "Now, we have to go spend time with out families. Please excuse us." You smiled at the interviews, tugging Katsuki away from the mess of it all. "How do you fall for such a trap?" you yelled at him in a hushed tone, looking around to make sure no one was near.

"Huh?"

You spun to face him when you finally found some space. "When they start going down that path you switch the topic, not blank, and get angry."

"Well I'm sorry I'm not miss fuckin' perfect," you hissed at you, crossing his arms.

"You had media training!" you threw your hands up helplessly.

"Whatever, are you just going to yell at me?"

You bit your tongue before you yelled again, looking around instead. "Now we have to deal with the press thinking we're dating."

"I'll just tell them no-"

"That's stupid, I just blatantly told them we were," you huffed, "We'll just sit and wait for it to go away."

"That'll take forever-"

His mom stepped into your view.

"Why are you hiding?"

"I'm not," Bakugo crossed his arms, "Mind y'business."

"Are you his girlfriend I've been hearing about?" her sharp eyes landed on you.

"No-"

"Yeah," Bakugo glared at you this time instead.

"Oh!" She smiled brightly, ignoring how you said no, "You should join us for dinner!"

"Oh, no I shouldn't intrude," you shook your head, not knowing what you would do if you said yes.

"It's not intruding! Please, my boy hardly has anyone. I'd love to get to know the girl that stole his heart," she smiled warmly.

"Ma' she has family-"

"They're actually busy tonight, so I'd be free," you shrugged, liking seeing Bakugo get antsy. 

"Great!"

---

"I'd love to know how you guys got together," Mitsuki asked as you handed you a dish to plat your food.

You and Bakugo shared a look.

"I asked her out," he shrugged.

"More than that," she hissed in his direction.

"Well," you looked between the two, not wanting to witness a family argument, "We met from me tutoring someone in his class. Started to get to know each other in passing and he asked me on a date. Not too exciting," you replied instead as you dished up.

Mitsuki shook her head, "Boring as ever, I thought his father would raise him to be more romantic."

"Where is dad anyway?" Bakugo spoke just after swallowing an inhuman-sized bite of food.

"Work needed him, he after you saw him earlier," she spoke to Bakugo before turning to you, "He'd love to meet you."

"Thank you for inviting me," you flushed.

"So, back to terms of your relationship," she started, gaining a groan from Bakugo, "I know he isn't too roped up in relationships often, the last girl he was with was in middle school! Are you the same? I know I wasn't at your age," she laughed kindly.

"Actual this is my first relationship," you poked at your food.

"The hell-"

"Watch your mouth!"

Bakugo turned to you fully, "You didn't tell me that."

You shrugged, "Never came up."

"Was I your first-"

"Kiss?" you finished for him, "Yeah."

Bakugo just stared a you for a moment, huffing before rubbing his hands over his face. Slamming his hands on the table and making his exit. Leaving you with his mom.

"He didn't know?"

You forced your eyes away from where he left, "No, we never really discussed it."

"Maybe it's time to?" She offered. A mom classic.

"I don't know," you looked down at your plate.

"He's a handful, I know, but just give him a shot."

With the way she was acting and the read on her personality, you got so far, you knew she'd slap him upside the head if she knew everything.

But maybe it wouldn't hurt to get everything out.

"I guess."

"He's room is upstairs to the right, first door."

You gave her a smile before excusing yourself.

Knocking at his door before you knew it. Just like the night.

"Fuck off."

"Bakugo," you opened the door regardless, he was holding his head in his hands, elbows on his knees as he sat on the side of his bed.

He looked up at you, "What?"

"Sorry I didn't tell you," you said honestly. You didn't fell bad about it before, mainly wrapped up in how he never told you anything.

"No- fuck, don't apologize," he stood up, "don't need to do that for me. I'm fucking sorry. I didn't know, you didn't deserve that."

You hummed for him to continue.

"I'd never of asked if I knew."

"Why did you ask me?" the question has been nagging at you since.

"Hah?"

"To fake date you, get the rumors to go away."

"You seemed least likely to snitch or freak out over it," with the way his shoulders fell, you could tell that he was saying the truth, "Your clean image also helped."

It made sense. The 'bad boy' dating the valedictorian to help graduate. So not only did you fall for the classic cliche of fake dating, but also dating the bad boy.

"You also caught my eye," he confessed, shifting his footing.

"Sure," you rolled your eyes. He likely didn't want you to call everything off. Flatter you so you stuck around for his image. You've seen it all before.

"I'm not fuckin' around."

"I don't want to hear it," you stopped him there, "I'm not falling for whatever trap you have planned."

"I didn't mean to trap you-"

"You could have told me that it was for the rumors, and I would have agreed. But no, you assumed I knew or something."

"Sorry."

"Are you?" you shot back, "Or is that to make sure I don't start 'rumors.'"

"Seriously books," he glared at you.

"What?" you glared at him, "You go from being upset that you were my first kiss, to saying I caught your eye anyway? If that was actually true you could have asked me out for real."

"Then go out with me-"

"Seriously Bakugo?" you looked at him annoyed, "How would I know now? I don't know you."

"Yes you do-"

"No I don't! I know you hate the press and that's it," you huff frustrated.

He thought for a moment, "You know I like spicy foods."

You laughed at how ridiculously this was, "Doesn't matter."

"I hate how I fuckin' sweat so much. I like working out, anything to get my adrenalin running-"

"Bakugo, whatever you're doing isn't going to work," you shook your head, "I can't let myself go into this again.

"Why not? I'm not in this for anything but you."

"There's still rumors," you sighed, "So I'll never be sure if it's for me or not."

"I wouldn't fucking do that."

"I don't know you Bakugo," you crossed your arms.

"This is fuckin stupid, I try and do what you said and you say no."

"I said I would agree then, not now. I can't just say yes to dating you when last time you rejected me."

"I didn't reject you."

"You just stood there! You didn't do anything but look at me confused! Never even brought it up after," you pointed out.

"You just sprung that on me, you can't spring shit on me and expect me to know how to react!"

You took a deep breath, "I didn't expect anything really, Just thought you'd say anything but what you did."

He glared at you, "You can't just force people to like you."

You looked to glare at the wall instead of him, "That's not what I meant and you know that. I wanted you to like me back sure, but I wasn't going to flip if you said no. The only reason I avoided you was because I was dating you the entire time you were fake dating me."

"So?"

"It's embarrassing," you confessed, "I don't want to do that again."

"Let me prove it to you."

"What?"

He stepped close to you, crossing through his surprisingly clean room, "I'll prove that this time isn't fake."

"How?" you laughed, "I don't think you can fix this."

"Lemme try."

"Fine," you challenge, out of curiosity. You couldn't get more hurt than you already were. Plus you'd be too busy for him to try anyway.

---

Part 2

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[woozinhos]

when you and vernon ( both as idols) get caught dating and he gets so mad that fans don’t approve your relationship

kind of angry sex?

I tried to make this one a bit longer let me know what you guys think I gave it a little bit of a plot as well :D

It was a secret that you and Vernon had been keeping for a while - your relationship with him. But the secret had been discovered, and the news had spread like wildfire.

As you walked through the halls of the company building, you could feel the stares of other idols and staff members on you. Whispers and murmurs followed you wherever you went, and it was clear that people were not happy about your relationship with Vernon.

Vernon, however, was furious.

He had always been protective of you, but now he was on edge. The constant attention and criticism from fans and media had taken a toll on him, and he was struggling to keep his anger in check.

When you finally made it back to his apartment, Vernon was waiting for you. He looked tense and on edge, his jaw clenched tightly as he paced back and forth in the living room.

"You're finally here," he said as soon as you walked through the door. "I was worried sick."

He pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if he was afraid you might disappear.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" he asked, his voice tight. "I've been trying to reach you all day."

You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, feeling guilty for making him worry. "I just needed some space to think."

Vernon held you tighter, his body still tense with frustration.

"You can't just disappear like that," he said, his voice strained. "Not after what happened today."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching your face.

"Do you have any idea what people are saying about us?" he asked, his voice low and angry. "They're tearing us apart, tearing you apart."

Vernon's grip on you tightened as he spoke, his fingers digging into your skin.

"They're saying all kinds of things about you, about our relationship," he said, his eyes flashing with anger. "That you're not good enough for me, that you're only after my fame and money."

You met his gaze, your own expression determined.

"But I'm an idol too, Vernon," you said firmly. "I've worked just as hard as you have, and I'm just as talented. I deserve to be with you, just like you deserve to be with me."

Vernon's expression darkened as you spoke, his anger flaring up even more.

"That's not the point," he said through clenched teeth. "It doesn't matter that you're an idol too. The fans still don't approve of our relationship, and they're not going to stop until they tear us apart."

He let out a frustrated growl, running a hand through his hair.

"I hate this," he said, his voice rough. "I hate that we have to hide our relationship, that we can't just be together in public without people judging us."

He started to pace again, his footsteps heavy and agitated.

"I just want to be able to hold your hand in public, to kiss you in front of everyone without worrying about what they'll say," he said, his voice laced with frustration. "Is that too much to ask for?"

You watched as he continued to pace, his anger palpable in the air.

"I'm tired of hiding," he said, his voice low and strained. "I'm tired of pretending that we're just friends, that there's nothing between us."

He suddenly stopped pacing and turned to face you, his eyes blazing with a mixture of frustration and desire.

"I want you," he said, his voice low and intense. "I want you so bad, and I don't care who knows it."

He took a step towards you, his eyes raking over your body.

"I need you," he said, his voice thick with need. "Right now, I need you so badly it's driving me crazy."

Vernon's lips crashed against yours, his kiss rough and demanding.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him as he deepened the kiss. He backed you up against the wall, his body pinning you in place as he devoured your mouth.

His hands roamed over your body, his touch possessive and desperate. He broke the kiss for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at you.

"You're mine," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. "No one else's. Understand?"

He claimed your mouth again, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as he pressed his body against yours. His hands slid down to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he lifted you up and pinned you against the wall.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him tightly as he continued to kiss you senseless. He moved his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as he started to grind his hips against yours.

You moaned at the sensation, your head falling back against the wall as Vernon continued to mark your neck. He let out a low growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he felt your body respond to his touch.

Vernon quickly moved to the couch, sitting down with you still in his lap. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust as he ran his hands up and down your thighs.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "And all mine."

He pulled you closer, his hands sliding under your shirt to feel your skin.

"I want to mark you all over," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want everyone to know that you belong to me."

He leaned back, a smirk on his face as he looked up at you.

"I want to make sure that when you go out in public tomorrow, everyone sees the marks I've left on you," he said, his voice low and possessive. "I want them to know that you're mine, and that no one else can touch you."

The room was filled with the sound of tearing fabric as Vernon's hands tore at your clothes, his desire taking over completely.

He growled as he exposed more and more of your skin, his lips and teeth trailing hot kisses across your body. Once you were completely naked, he took a moment to admire your body, his eyes roaming over every inch of you.

"God, you're perfect," he breathed, his hands tracing over your curves.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with raw need.

"I want you to ride me," he said, his voice hoarse. "I want to feel you, I want to see you take control and use me to make yourself feel good."

He moved his hands to your hips, his grip firm as he guided you onto his lap.

"Go ahead," he said, his voice strained with anticipation. "Take what you want, baby."

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, a gasp escaping your lips as you felt him fill you completely. Vernon's eyes rolled back in his head, a low groan escaping his throat as he felt your walls clench around him.

You began to move, riding him slowly at first before picking up the pace. Vernon's hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he watched you take control.

"That's it," he said through gritted teeth. "Ride me hard, baby. Show me how angry you are."

You increased your pace, your hips moving frantically as you rode him.

Vernon's hands moved to your ass, squeezing the flesh roughly as he helped guide your movements. He was watching you intently, his eyes dark with lust and desire as he took in the sight of you above him.

Suddenly, Vernon couldn't take it anymore.

He started to thrust upwards, meeting your movements with his own and increasing the intensity of the pleasure. He let out a growl, his hands on your hips pulling you down harder onto him with each thrust.

Your moans filled the room as you arched your back, your head thrown back in ecstasy. Vernon's eyes roamed over your body, taking in every curve and dip as he continued to thrust up into you.

"You feel so good," he grunted, his grip on your hips tightening even more. "So tight and wet for me."

He pulled you down so that your chest was pressed against his, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he continued to pound into you.

"I'm never letting you go," he whispered in your ear. "You're mine, forever."

His lips found yours again, kissing you hungrily as you continued to move together. The kiss was messy and desperate, filled with a mixture of desire and possessiveness.

Vernon's hands roamed over your body, touching every inch of you as he held you tightly against him. The pleasure built higher and higher, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body.

You could feel yourself getting close, your body tensing as you neared the edge. Vernon sensed it too, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his own release.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you fall apart around me."

You were so close, your body teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

Vernon's words sent you over the edge, and with a cry of his name, you came undone in his arms. Your body trembled and convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over you, your inner walls clenching around Vernon's cock.

He held you tightly, his own orgasm triggered by the feeling of you coming undone around him. He let out a guttural moan, burying his face in your neck as he spilled himself inside you.

The two of you stayed locked together for a moment, both of you panting and trembling in the aftermath of your release. Vernon held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he placed soft kisses along your neck and shoulder.

"You're amazing," he murmured, his voice still rough with pleasure. "So perfect."

He pulled back slightly, looking up at you with a serious expression.

"I don't care what anyone says," he said, his eyes locked on yours. "I don't care what people think about us, about you. I don't want to leave you, ever."

He reached up to cup your face in his hands, his touch gentle yet firm.

"You're the most important thing in my life," he said, his voice low and earnest. "I would do anything for you, I would give up everything just to stay by your side."

[xoluvx]

Hiiii i love your blog so much but i was wondering if you could do something where reader and billie’s tape gets leaked?? Like how would they react and stuff 😭 It could be the billie bossa nova pt 2 if u want <3

oooooh my god. you are in my brain anon because i was seriously thinking of this concept 😭😭 ily thank uuuu we share a brain. i have a different idea for bbn pt 2 (*if* it comes to fruition)

it was everywhere. everywhere and no where. how did it get out? what was happening?

“fuck fuck fuck,” her voice was loud as she ran down the hall. you held the phone in your limp hand. if it hadn’t fallen on the couch, your screen would’ve shattered.

“what the fuck?” she appeared, frazzled, in front of you. you were silent, but on the inside you were screaming. you were processing, or at least trying.

billie bit her thumb nail nervously pacing back and forth. she had her phone in a tight grip, the video was circulating everywhere. her phone was blowing up with notifications, messages, phone calls, tags, mentions.

“billie what the fuck?” finneas’ voice roared on speaker. he was the first person she answered a call from since it happened Ll but ten minutes ago. she looked at you holding her forehead. you were rubbing your thighs nervously.

“you didn’t watch it right?” were her first words. finneas replied with a gross, but claudia had seen enough to confirm it was the two of you.

the thumbnail wasn’t too incriminating. it was only when the video played that could tell within the first few seconds who it was. her voice urging you to cum. the phone sloppily recording as she rammed into you. the tattoos confirmed it. the way you whined billie’s name confirmed it.

she was fast. skin slapping and breathing heavy. she loved to talk dirty. her voice urging you to cum on her cock. telling you how pretty your ass looked bouncing against her body. complimenting how well you were taking her. her voice was low and raspy, spiting each word through gritted teeth.

the camera shook and the phone fell as she grabbed both your arms holding you down as she slammed into you. pulling you back on her cock. the bed creaking, the screen facing the ceiling. your moans growing louder when the phone fell near your face.

then when you thought it was finally over, she pressed her body down on yours. your back arched, cock deep. she came down to press her cheek on yours, grabbing the phone. she held angled it at your faces. hot and flushed. yours all fucked out, hers all cocky and proud. she smiled as you both breathed heavy then she turned to kiss your cheek her hair covering most of your faces.

then she got up, still buried in you and filmed down your body, fingers following the curves of your back until she was gripping your ass, cock sliding out of your throbbing pussy. whimpers filled the room. then the video cut.

and now you were sitting here processing how it got out.

“i’ll call you back, answer” his voice was stern and billie nodded hanging up. she stared at her phone flooded.

“come here,” you finally spoke, voice weak as you pat the spot next to you on the couch. she nuzzled next to you wrapping her arms around your body allowing you to fall into her as she leaned on the side of the couch.

“i’m so sorry,” she whispered against your head. “so so fucking sorry” she continued before kissing the top of your head. she could handle the fame, barely. the comments, the mean things, but all she wanted was the protect you. that’s the one thing she’d promised herself when you got together and now-

“we’re in this together,” you replied turning to look at her. you melted in her gaze, her eyes glistening. nose red. your own eyes watering, but your lips curling and then you were both laughing softly leaning into each other until your lips brushed.

she held your hand to her chest as you continued kissing.

part of you wanting to recreate the video right now another part knowing it was probably best you stopped recording videos for a while.

“we need a better system,” she teased against your lips. you whimpered turning your body completely so you were straddling her waste.

“yes, we do.” You moaned digging your fingers into her hair pulling softly eliciting a moan from her part. she held your ass moving your hips begging you to grind on her body.

it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

[gojoidyll]

pirouette

ii. master

due to popular recognition, you have been requested to attend a grand soiree where you will be performing for countless of people. good thing your parents hired victoria housekeeping to watch over you.

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You smoothed out your dress as you sat at your parents’ dining room table. Due to your popularity and rising fame you have been selected to attend a grand soirée accompanied by other famous people. And, of course, your parents were insistent on getting you a bodyguard. Who they got, however, you weren’t entirely sure, but you were told to dress nice as you would be meeting them today.

“She’s in here.”

You could hear the muffled voices of both your mother and father as they escorted your would be bodyguard through the hall that led to the dining room.

You could feel your heart-rate pickup but you did your best to calm yourself as you straightened your posture and plastered an award winning smile on your face. Never show your fear, your mother would always say to you.

This instance will be no different.

The room to the dining room opened and you could admit that it was hard to mask your surprise when you saw Lycaon next to your parents. Out of all-

“Y/n! Darling! We heard from your manager that Victoria Housekeeping will be guarding your group on your next jobs, so we decided to get Sir Von Lycaon himself to be your personal bodyguard since the rest of his company will be close by. It definitely makes things easier and we don’t have to worry about multiple factions fighting over the job.”

Your mother happily chattered away as Lycaon came up to you, you were already pushing your chair back to stand. And now that you were level with him you were surprised at the height difference! He was taller than you expected as the stage you usually stood on didn’t compare anyone’s real height.

I mean, you barely came up to his chest for crying out loud!

“Sir Lycaon,” you said with a smile, “I’m happy that you will be guarding me. I hope I don’t cause you too much trouble.”

He held out his hand for you to which you hesitated in taking but lifted your hand anyway. Hid fingers gently pressed into your palm as he turned your hand over and raised your hand a bit as he bent down and placed a kiss to your knuckles.

“No matter what trouble comes your way, I will protect you, Master.”

Dead. KO’ed. Deceased. Arrow through the heart.

Oh, you were done for.

He let go of your hand as you managed to fight the heat that threatened to spread across your face as you turned to your parents. Your father being the next to speak up, “as discussed, your payment will be given in full once she is brought back home safe, sound, and in one piece without a single hair on her head out of place.”

You immediately deflated at the reminder of payment. That’s right, Lycaon wasn’t here because he wanted to be. He was here because he was hired and will be paid accordingly. In other words,… the reason he was probably at your shows and others was because he was preparing to receive multiple jobs that the entertainment industry has to offer. Bodyguards, and I mean GOOD bodyguards were always in high demand.

With your big fat crush on the man still weighing heavily on you, you did admit that it hurt to hear the payment part, but oh well, that’s just life…

“Of course,” Lycaon agreed as he checked his watch.

Multiple things were discussed after that. Times, places, just how close Lycaon will be to you, and among other things.

“Alright, I’ll see you both later,” you said as you went for the front door. While they were discussing more terms and conditions, you had taken the chance to change into more comfortable clothing as you planned to go out, but of course… you were stopped before you could leave.

“And where are you going?”

“Out?”

Your parents looked at one another before looking back at you, “then take Lycaon with you.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “I thought he was just my guard for the soiree?”

“We all talked it over and decided that it would be best that he starts now and stays as your bodyguard until after the soiree and he brings you home from it.”

You looked to Lycaon who was already standing up to be by your side.

“Well, alright,” you looked to Lycaon, “I’m going to meet up with some friends, is that alright?”

He nodded, “I’ll try not to disturb your day-to-day life, master.”

You wondered just how well this was going to work out.

[thyln4gf]

Cheri cheri lady

✞ Watching you on the top step of the podium for the first time, while still in your rookie year... It all tasted a little bitter for Lando, but he wasnt complaining too much... he did get the best view out of them all - right from p2.

✞ Word count - 808

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that I associate with this fic - "american jesus" - Nessa Barrett, "heavy metal lover" - Lady Gaga, "flawless" - The Neighbourhood, "take me back to eden" - Sleep Token, "hall of fame" - The Script. Note - i do have a whole playlist. Ask if you want it.

✞ Warnings - none, I guess. A lot of fluffy shite. Slightly suggestive. A short little blurb inspired by Landos first win<3 Gg, my boy.

✞ Lando Norris x Mercedes!Reader

The sound of a crowd yelling someone elses name annoyed him till no end - it reminded him of the fact that he hasnt won yet, and that hes currently holding a pretty sad record - the highest number of podiums without a win. That, until it came to you - it immediately became something that he wanted to hear over and over. It was almost as sweet as the champagne swirling down his body, the sun kissing his face, or the sweet, sweet sound of an anthem that wasnt the dutch one.

It all started at the beginning of the season, really. He was intimidated by you at first, just a little - for the first quali of the season, your rookie season, you had already grabbed the pole. But, quickly enough, he found himself getting more and more curious about you. He would ask you about the weather, or about the ridiculous activities the media admins made you do - to "see if it matched his". It was far from enough for him though - he wanted to know everything about you. How do you like your waffles? He wanted to ask you about that. He wanted to ask you about breakfast and honey. Sunlight. Do you like strawberry smoothies? What was the name of your childhood cat? Do you have any scars?

There were so many things he wanted to say, but didnt know how to. Thats why he spent quite a bit of his time quietly observing you. He felt as if you were just a mere result of his imagination - one touch, just one taste - and youd disappear.

His newly found obsession, however, was watching the wide grin fighting for its place on your face. You were stood on that step, taking up the space that you deserved oh so much. He was a little jealous of the success that you found yourself in so soon, but he couldnt peel his eyes away from you - the way you were stood there, proud. The golden hour danced on your face, making the sweat drenched features pop out. Just like him, the sun seemed to enjoy your eyes - they looked like the shiniest gems you could find.

The champagne celebration rolled around. He was already giggling, looking forward to absolutely drowning you in the sticky, sweet, liquid luck. He looked at Daniel on the other side, the English anthem for Mercedes coming to an end. They both wiggled their eyebrows at each other, seemingly getting the exact same idea, and locking it in.

They could have planned all they wanted, honestly - but you were just quicker. You jumped off the step quickly, it almost looked like you were flying. To Landos surprise, you didnt go for your usual move. Instead, you seemed to use his - the famous champagne floor smash. He was so pleasantly surprised that he didnt even register a stream of the beverage aimed right into the centre of his face. Wiping the champagne from his eyes, he saw your wide grin - and Daniel getting the back of your head. You shrieked - and it wasnt from the surprise, he knew. You washed your hair just this morning.

As much as he would have wanted that scene to last forever... Like all good things, it quickly came to an end. But that meant that he got to stand by your side for the photo - and it made him nervous, almost like a young, teenage boy, whos crush went to the same school.

He was nervous. Oh, so nervous. He was a little scared of messing something up, taking great measures to avoid exactly that. He did end up on the wrong side of the step, somehow. He didnt even notice, but thats until he felt your hands on his waist, gently gripping onto the material of his suit.

"Youre in the wrong spot, darling." You had murmured into his ear, gently guiding him to where you wanted him. A smirk was so evident in your tone, even if he wasnt looking at your face.

The hands.

The. Gentle. Fucking. Hands.

His stomach quickly got filled with a ton of butterflies, his brain shortcircuiting. He would have frozen in the spot, if the circumstances had allowed him. And he did, at first - was given a slap to the back of his head by Daniel quickly enough to not be noticed, though. Or, thats what he thought - people were talking about it already, and it would continue for days. If not weeks. And not even the fact that you just casually moved him, just like that. Not the placement of your hands - but the fact that he could be seen blushing, all shy, like a little girl.

Despite it not being his victory, it was his favourite podium of all time already. But, who knew. Maybe the next one was gonna be his?

[holbrookswifey]

Waterfall

James Hetfield (2009 HOF) x f!reader

Summary: Metallica has been inducted into the hall of fame for rock and roll and James invites you as his plus one. After the ceremony is over, you take him to a special place for a small celebration and things get heated while you're swimming.

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, slight praise

A/N: A slightly different and calmer James smut fic. I live and breathe for 2009 James with him and his little mohawk. Let me know if you want more James fics or if you'd like someone from Metallica for me to write, and I'll gladly write one!___________________________________________

Tonight was the night of Metallica's induction into the rock and roll hall of fame. Since no one was available, James, who is your best friend, invited you to be his plus one to the ceremony, to which you gladly accepted.

Before the ceremony, you went shopping for a dress that suited the occasion and you return home, getting ready for the big night. You decide to take a shower before putting on your brand new dress, to which you brush your hair, your teeth and apply some deodorant and put on a pair of your favourite dress shoes, giving yourself a once-over in the mirror and straightening your dress up before deciding you look good enough in the attire.

Right on time, your alarm goes off on your phone to tell you that it's time to leave to meet up with James outside of the local park near the public auditorium where the ceremony will be held. You grab your keys and your purse, doing some last minute checks before you head out of your apartment, locking the door with your key.

You unlock your car, climbing into the driver's seat and put on your seatbelt, sliding the car key into the ignition with a soft clicking sound. You turn your key, making the car engine roar to life before you put your car into 'drive' and begin to drive to the park. After almost a ten minute drive, you arrive at the park, to which you climb out of your car, grabbing your items and shut the car door, locking your car as you walk to a street light, waiting for James.

As soon as you stand under a lamp post, you hear a whistle from a few tens of feet away, making your head turn to the direction of the noise. As soon as you spot the maker of the noise, you see James in a black tuxedo with a black button-up shirt and also black dress pants. You also notice he's done his hair up in a little mohawk with blonde tips at the top, which makes you chuckle when you notice it up close.

"Hey, party girl." James says with his little silly smile as he comes up and hugs you, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he rests his head on yours while you hug. You wrap your arms around his neck as your head rests on his shoulder for a split second. After three seconds, you both pull away, a smile still on James's face as he admires your dress.

"You look amazing tonight. The dress suits you." He compliments you, making your cheeks blanket with a tint of red. "You do too. I never thought I'd see you in a suit." You chuckle afterwards, still kind of amazed that he dressed so nicely.

He smiles and takes your hand in his, lifting it to his lips and kisses your knuckles gently. He knows what he's doing: making you blush more than you already have in the past five minutes. He gently lets go of your hand and he gestures for you to follow him to his car, opening the passenger door for you, which you thank him and climb in. He walks over to the driver's seat and turns on the car, beginning to drive to the auditorium.

Fifteen minutes pass like small storm and you arrive at the public auditorium, parking in a small space so people can't see James's car as you walk in. You see there is a crowd of people outside of the hall, which makes you a bit anxious, but James knows what to do as he rests his hand on your forearm, stroking it gently to help the anxiety in your body ease. It works, causing you to feel brave enough and you both head to the carpet where the rest of the Metallica members are getting their photos taken with their partners.

You look at James. "Do you want me to stand off to the side?" You ask, wondering if he wants you to have photos taken with him or not. He looks down at you, having a comforting look on his face. "Nah. You're my plus one. Come take some photos with me." He encourages, to which you answer with a nod, walking beside him as the cameras begin to flash. His hand rests on the small of your back with a gentle touch as he guides you to pose to take some photos, and helping you get past the other people who are having their photos taken as well.

As one of the main photographers call for James, Lars, Rob and Kirk to have their photos taken together, James rubs your arm again to calm you down as you walk off to the side, letting him have the spotlight. As the photoshoots are over, I take my seat at the table where me and James are reserved to sit and James comes to sit next to you almost a minute later, smiling softly as he sits down, making sure you're calm and just okay in general.

As you and James are talking, the ceremony begins, to which the presenters come up and give their speeches and then James and the other four men are called up to the stage to have their speeches. As it goes down the line, James has his speech. He talks about the backstory and influences of his music, starting with other artists he listened to while growing up and his familial influences, then he says this...

"I'd like to thank my best friend, Y/n Y/l/n for being an incredible influence in my life. She has been there for me when I needed her, and she made me feel safe and comfortable when I needed the sense of security. Whenever I needed her, she was there by my side when people weren't, and words can't even describe how much I have her in my life, so thank you, Y/n." James reads his speech, making you feel emotional in a positive way.

After the speeches and Metallica officially being inducted into the hall of fame, they play a few of their songs to celebrate their achievement, to which they play Master of Puppets and Enter Sandman. Once the songs were over, you cheer for the band, especially for James as they finish and the ceremony officially comes to an end. As you see James come down from the stage, you immediately give him a tight hug, feeling him hug you back just as tightly.

As you travel home with James, you decide to start a conversation. "I have a surprise for you. Are you free tomorrow?' You ask him, very excited for what you have planned for him and yourself. "Yeah I should be. What time should I meet you at your place?" He asks. "Come at around 11." You reply, to which he nods. As you make it home thanks to James, you settle in for the night, changing into some comfortable night clothes and you fall asleep almost immediately.

You wake up at around 9am, climbing out of bed to wake yourself up. You first make yourself a coffee to keep yourself awake and then you get to cleaning your apartment, picking up dirty things laying around. By the time you're done cleaning the house and finished getting ready, you hear a knock on your door, which you walk up and open it to see James standing there in normal clothes and of course, his sandals.

"Right on time." You smile as you hug him, grabbing your things to head out. "I never break my word." James replies with his famous smile as he walks beside you. You take in the view of the clouds which are slowly forming in the sky, but you don't want to let James down with your surprise. You let him into your car as you begin to drive both of you to a secret spot.

After a five minute drive, you arrive at a secluded trail, grabbing a bag out from the backseat as James climbs out, looking around. "It's a couple hundred feet. Just have to follow the trail." You tell James as he walks beside you.

After a while, James sees a beautiful waterfall with a huge plunge pool underneath. The water is crystal blue and his icy blue eyes light up as soon as he sees it. "This is awesome!" He says happily as he walks towards it, setting his belongings down and takes off his shirt.

You set down the towels and you strip down, revealing your bikini and bottoms. As you tie your hair up, you see James already walking at a fast pace towards the water, diving in. You can't help but chuckle as you see him swimming around. "Is it cold?" You ask him. "A little chilly, but it gets warm the longer you're in." He replies.

You walk in, letting out a gasp as the water is cold, but James smirks and laughs when he sees you walk in slowly. "Ah come on, Y/n. It's not that bad!" James laughs again as he splashes water at you, making you squeal and throw some water back at him. He pretends to be hurt and swims under the surface of the glossy water, swimming around until he discovers a small round space behind the waterfall.

As you both take in your surroundings, you decide to attempt to make a move by kissing James on the cheek, making him freeze momentarily. You immediately feel regret, your cheeks heating up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean t--" You try to apologize but you're met with James leaning down and kissing you on the lips, now making you freeze before you let your eyes close and kiss him back.

He brings his tattooed hand to your waist and pulling you close before he pulls away from the kiss, taking deep breaths as his eyes open to look at your partially swollen lips before kissing you again, his tongue slowly teasing the opening to your lips and slithering its way into your mouth as you open them slightly, eliciting a soft moan from you as you let your tongue slip into his mouth too. As the two of you keep making out, he lets his tattooed covered hands slide down to your waist, picking you up out of the water which makes you make a surprised gasp mixed with a moan.

You feel through his shorts that he has an erection, so you let your womanhood graze against it, making him shiver as he continues to kiss you. He reaches around your back, gently tugging the strings of your bikini and letting it fall into the shallow water beneath you. He looks down to see your breasts, to which he kisses your neck all the way down to one of your breasts, peppering them both in kisses one at a time before licking one of your hardened nipples, making you gasp quietly.

As you gasp, you hold the back of his head with your hand. You look down as soon as you feel some tugging on your bottoms, then James walks over to the wall of the rounded space behind you as he leans back up and kisses you again. You feel James slowly pulling down your bottoms, so you unwrap your legs from around him so he can get them off, feeling the cold breeze created by the waterfall brush against your sensitive opening. As you attempt to reach down to remove his shorts, he's already working on pulling them down, letting them bob on the water's surface.

As he kisses you again, he guides his cock to your opening, moving it around slowly before guiding his tip into you, causing you to gasp softly. Without a warning, he slowly pushes himself all the way inside you, causing both of you to make a sound that sounds like a gasp and a moan mixed together. You both pull away from the kiss to let yourselves create noises which reflect off of the stone walls. You rest your head on the crook of his neck, your warm breath blowing against his jugular vein which causes him to cradle the back of your head to thrust a bit more rougher and deeper, causing you to moan even louder than you already are. "Oh fuck, Y/n. You feel so fucking good..." James whines as he keeps thrusting into your warm, velvety walls.

You feel his tip repeatedly hit your g-spot, your need to cum approaches faster than you thought. "Mmm, James..." You whine as well as you keep your moans at a softer sound level. He moves one of his hands down to your ass, holding on and helping you move as well to make sure his thrusts are going as deep as he can get them. As he thrusts as deep as he can, you feel your stomach tense, desperate to let you cum. As you let out a singular loud moan, you let yourself cum, which squirts onto his cock and thighs as well as your own, spreading it everywhere onto your lower bodies.

This motivates James to ejaculate too, letting out a deep sounding moan as he bucks his hips one last time, his semen squirming into you and feeling you up with his warm, ropey cum.

As both of you rest to catch your breath, you hear a loud clap of thunder and heavy rain falling outside of the small rounded cave, which you can't help but enjoy. "Rifht on time." You tease, watching the rain as James gently sets you down so you're back in the water. "Sure was." He replies with the same grin you love to see.

You and James spend the rest of the day swimming around in the water, teasing and kissing each other every so often, bit the afternoon is filled with laughs and playful swimming with one another.

[nnicknnelsonn]

Kissing Bits Hall of Fame inductee 🥇🥂

Nick & Charlie + park date with Nellie

Heartstopper 2.02 | Family

[taytrashmouth]

Meet me in the pouring rain

Harry James potter x fem reader.

Inspired by this pin: https://pin.it/2JlvuwrlR

It was your fifth year at Hogwarts, and you were always sort of alone. You had friends but they were never close. You were one of those in between people in school. Those people your classmates will remember in 10 years but won’t know anything about you.

Today was a cold day and despite that, the common room was far too busy to be reading in. And so you sat on the bleachers while the quidditch practice was happening below, to finally read your book in peace.

You could vaguely hear Harry shout instructions every now and again. Harry Potter was possibly one of your favourite people, simply because he was always nice to you.

He would lend you pens in class or explain something in defence against the dark arts. He check in on you at least once a week. He gave you his scarf at hogsmeade once because he said you looked cold.

And despite his fame, he kept to himself. What you didn’t notice was the subtle glances he kept sending you, the smile on his face when you wore his scarf. The stolen touches when teaching you how to get the correct brew.

Your nose was deep into the book you were reading you didn’t even notice Harry watching you from his broom.

In fact in was halfway through practice already when you finally looked up from the pages. And it was only because it had started to rain and your book was going to get wet.

You tucked your book into your coat and awkwardly ran down the stairs of the tent to run back to the castle…which was ages away.

“I’ll be right back” Harry told his team, squinting through the rain. He angled his broom downwards and zoomed through the entrance to the stadium, grabbing an umbrella in the process.

He quickly caught up to you on his broom and held the umbrella above you from his seat in the sky.

You looked up in confusion to see the boy on his broom above you sheltering from the rain.

You smiled. “Thank you Harry.”

Even those three basic words were enough to make him blush.

He put a hand by his eyebrows in attempt to block the water from his glasses.

He flew beside you as you walked, keeping you dry.

“What are you doing out at the quidditch field?” Harry asked.

“Trying to find a quiet place to read.” You replied blankly, still holding the book to your chest in attempt to save the pages.

Harry looked like he wanted to say something but he didn’t.

“What?” I asked.

“I know a place, by the lake…it’s quiet there. I can show you if you’d like…maybe you could read to me.” He stuttered.

I smiled. He was bright red and so was I.

“That- that would be nice.”

He smiled back and then to the floor. “That’s- good. Good that’s good.”

“I wouldn’t mind watching you practice though…” I spoke up, testing the water. Maybe Harry liked me….

He looked a bit shocked. “I’d like that. Great,” he smiled even wider.

When we arrived at the castle he hopped of his broom.

“Meet me here, noon, Tomorrow.” He said moving closer. “Bring a book,”

I blushed. And nodded.

He gave me a hug and said goodbye.

That same evening I was woken up by something I couldn’t see. That was until Harry took of his invisibility cloak

“Harry! What are you doing here?” I whisper, trying to open my eyes all the way, still half-asleep.

“I want to show you something.” He said.

“I’m in pyjamas.” I say, not that impressed with his timing. He seems to brush this off and shows me his pyjama pants.

I drag myself out of bed and follow him with my book in hand as per usual. Trying to fix my hair.

He leads me up a lot of stairs, hogwarts still feels so homey without the people all over the halls. Despite my asking he’s insisting it’s a surprise.

We reach the astronomy tower and he’s got the roof open and has placed down a blanket with cups of tea next to it.

I look up at him, feeling so special. He was so sweet. “Harry…this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” I tell him and lean closer on my toes to kiss his cheek gently, brushing his other cheek with my hand.

“I-I couldn’t wait, to see you…I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” He stutters, blushing like a mess.

I smile wider as we sit on the blanket and lie down looking at the stars. I’ve never seen them so bright.

Harry pretends to yawn to put his arm around my shoulders, I smile at how cheesy it is. It was kind of cute though.

I cuddle next to him and rest my head on his chest. I can almost hear his smile.

He takes my hand in his and immediately leans on his elbows.

“You’re freezing.” He lets out.

“I’m alright, really.” I tell him but it’s too late he’s already out of his quidditch jumper and handing it to me.

“Thank you.” I say softly and put it on.

We lean back to our original position.

“I like you a lot y/n.” He says, not nervous sounding anymore.

“I like you a lot too Harry. All of this means so much to me.” I reply and smile at him, lying on my side.

He sits up a little too and I don’t know who moved closer first but soon enough his lips were on mine and his hands were on my frostbitten cheeks. I placed a hand in his hair, almost wanting to pull him closer.

When the kiss finally broke we both just smiled, with a breathy laugh.

We watched the stars for hours until the sun began to rise.

“Read to me.” Harry whispered in my ear, stroking his fingers through my hair.

And I did, and he held onto every word.

[punksyeet]

- Jealousy ❥

Plot: After watching her man do a segment with another female on television, Gianna (OC) becomes super jealous. And let’s just say that, when he finds out, she’s snapped right back out of her delusions.

Warning: Hefty flirting and smut!

It's Monday night and I just finished an everything shower and changed into some comfy PJs.

I make some popcorn, head to my couch, and wrap myself in a comfy blanket.

"Right on time," I whisper, smiling as the classic WWE introduction appears on my screen.

Tiffany Stratton is opening the show, so I take the opportunity to text my boyfriend Josh.

My Lady 💍🩵: Hi lovebug. Have a good show. I'll be watching! <3

My Love 🤍: Thank you babygirl. Your support means the world. I love you. ❤️

My Lady 💍🩵: I love you too 🫶🏽

Some time later, the Bloodline appears on my screen and I smile and get comfy in my seat.

Josh is wearing a black shirt that reads "Right Hand Man" and his hair is all damp and curly.

He's standing between his brother and cousin, who share some rather negative looks.

"One day, Uce, you gon' be in the Hall of Fame," Josh’s twin brother, Jon, begins. "Yeah! Future Hall of Famer! But you ain't gon' be inducted as Roman Reigns, Uce. You gon' be inducted as a spoiled bitch."

I raise my eyebrows, as I pop another piece of popcorn into my mouth, my eyes never leaving the screen.

"You see what he's doing?" Joe, their cousin, asks after turning to him. "What'd I tell you? You see how he's putting you out there in the middle?"

"Ain't nobody doing that, Uce!" Jon fights back.

And soon enough, they're talking over one another, both trying to get into Josh’s head.

I watch, heavily intrigued, as my boyfriend finally spazzes out on them both.

"Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Chill out! Enough!" he yells. "Man, I'm tired of this!”

“I’m tired of you!” he continues, turning to Jon.

“And I’m tired of you!” he says again, but turned to Joe this time.

There’s some silence before Josh finally breaks it again. “Man I’m out!”

Eyes widened, I sit there chewing slowly.

Did he really just walk away from them?

Is he finally cracking after all the manipulation?

While Jon and Joe continue arguing on the screen, all I can think about is Josh.

I know WWE is scripted - hell I work for the company - but it almost kills me to see Jey hurting so bad.

As the show rolls on, I unexpectedly see my man on the screen again.

Two segments in one night? I see you baby!

I sit up and smile, until a female makes her way over to him. And this said female is......B-Fab?!

My smile slowly fades as I turn up the volume.

"Hi Jey," she coos flirtatiously, stroking his biceps. "I saw you and your family arguing earlier. And uh, I just wanted to let you know that if you ever need someone, I'm here."

She kisses his cheek and prances away.

He doesn't speak a word in reply - he kinda just stands there, arms folded, with a look on his face.

A look of confusion I’d say.

My cheeks become hot to the touch and my blood pressure must've increased by 500.

I know I shouldn't be acting this way, but I can't help it.

That bitch was all over him.

And putting her crusty lips on his face? Really?

I let out a deep sigh, turn off my TV, and head to my bedroom.

About half an hour after the show ends, my phone rings.

I look at the contact name: My Love 🤍

I take a deep breath before answering.

G: "Hi."

J: "Hey baby. Whatchu up to?"

G: "Relaxing in bed."

J: "Oh. You're not watching the show?"

G: "I turned it off early tonight."

There's a bit of silence and he breaks it.

J: "Gotcha. So what'd you think? Jon and Joe killed it, huh?"

G: "Yeah."

There's a pause again.

J: "Is everything alright ma? You sound kinda...out of it?"

G: "I'm fine."

J: "Nah your 'I'm fine' means the exact opposite. What's wrong?"

G: "I said I'm fine."

J: "But, baby, you're no-"

G: "Babe I'm fine."

He stays silent once again.

J: "Alright ma, if you say so. I just called to give you an update. I'm headed home now."

G: "Okay."

I hate that I’m so upset over this, but you can’t blame me.

That bitch was all over him.

J: "Baby, are you sure nothing is wrong? Please talk to me."

G: "It's nothing. I promise."

There's yet another moment of silence, and I hear him take a deep breath before speaking again.

J: "Any chance this is about my segment tonight?"

I stop in my tracks and stay silent for a minute.

Maybe if I play dumb he’ll believe me.

G: "Why would a bloodline segment bother me? You guys have been fighting for weeks."

J: "Baby, you know what I mean. My segment with B-Fab."

G: "Oh."

J: "Oh?"

I sigh, mentally facepalming myself.

G: "I know I shouldn't be jealous. I know it's all scripted. I know we get paid to do stuff like this. I know it's strictly professional. But I can't stand how close she was to you."

He lets out a deep sigh before responding.

J: "I understand my love. I'm sorry if it upset you."

G: "No, Josh. You don't need to apologize. I'm the one that got jealous. And I should know better. I'm sorry."

J: "Once again ma, I completely understand."

A moment of silence falls over the call before he speaks up again.

J: "How about I come over and we can have the night all to ourselves? That way we can talk in person."

G: "Are you sure? I don't wanna get in the way if you had plans to go home."

J: "Babygirl, you know you're never in the way. I'll see you in a bit. I love you."

G: "I love you too."

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About twenty minutes later, I hear my front door open and close.

The sound is followed by footsteps that get closer and closer to my bedroom.

Josh knocks on the door and peeks his head in. "Baby?"

"Hi," is all I can utter out.

I feel so guilty.

He gives me a soft smile, shuts the door behind him, and walks over.

"Hi beautiful," he replies, leaning down and wrapping his arms around me.

He smells incredible. And feels incredible too. So warm and soft. So comforting.

I take a deep breath, resting my head on his chest, as he rubs my back.

"You okay?" he asks, pulling out of the hug, his hands moving to my arms.

I shake my head slowly. "I feel so guilty. I don't know why I got like that. I'm so sorry."

A soft smile appears on his face, as he tucks a curl behind my ear. "Like I told you a thousand times, I understand mama. If anything, I'm glad you still get jealous after all this time we've been together."

I raise an eyebrow. "Really?"

He nods. "Really."

I can't help but smile.

He truly knows every way to make me feel better.

"There's that beautiful smile," he coos, cupping my face and stroking my cheek with his thumb.

After a few seconds of staring into each other's eyes, he leans in and presses his lips to mine.

I sigh in the kiss and practically melt in his arms.

I'm so lucky. So lucky that he's all mine. So lucky that he loves me and only me. My beautiful boy.

After a few strokes, we slowly pull away.

He gently lays me down and hovers over me and resumes the kiss, as his cold chain brushes against my chest.

He eventually moves down to my neck, giving me light and wet kisses across my chest.

"Ba-" I try to speak but he interrupts.

"Shhh," he says quietly. "I love you and only you, princess. Let daddy prove that to you."

"Baby you don't have to prove anyth-" I begin but I'm cut off again.

This time, by him pressing his lips to mine once more.

** smut warning! **

The kiss turns steamy quick, as his hands slide up my shirt and play with my breasts.

"Mmm," I moan into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

"You like that mama?" he mumbles against my lips, and proceeds to glide his tongue across mine.

"Mhm," I reply, tugging at his bottom lip softly.

"Use your words baby," he orders, sliding one of his hands up to my neck and ever so gently gripping it.

"Y-yes daddy," I utter between moans.

He smirks and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. "Good girl."

Moans uncontrollably pour out of my mouth as he kisses his way down my body, giving me tons on my inner thighs.

"J-Josh?" I whisper, my fingers wrapped in his curls.

"Hm?" he replies, in between kisses.

I bite my lip and hesitate before speaking up. "C-can you fuck me already?"

He lifts his head up and raises an eyebrow once his eyes meet mine. "Feeling extra impatient tonight, I take it?"

I nod, my bottom lip between my teeth. "Very. I need you so bad baby."

"Well then," he begins, taking off his shirt and exposing his sexy tattooed chest and torso. "What my baby girl wants, my baby girl gets."

I softly moan at his dirty words, as he reaches down and pulls up my shirt.

Once it's completely off, he throws it across the room.

"Look at you mama," he coos, playing with my breasts once again. "So fucking sexy. How you could even remotely think I'd want anyone else.....it's insane."

My back automatically arches and my face practically meets my headboard as he takes both of my breasts into his mouth and buries his face between them.

And soon enough, he slides my shorts off, kissing down my body and places a wet one just above my pussy.

"Daddy stop teasing mee!" I whine, tugging at his hair.

He smirks, buries his head between my legs, and proceeds to give me the best head of my life.

From his thick tongue, to his plump and soft lips, I feel like I'm ascending the entire time.

After he swallows my cum, he gives my clit one last kiss and sits up.

"Flip over and get on all fours," he orders.

I obey and, as I'm doing so, he pulls down his sweats and boxers.

He kneels behind me, pressing his dick onto my ass and places one hand on my hip and the other on my back, signaling for me to arch it.

"Mmmm," he moans, slapping my ass. "You're such a good girl for me baby. I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too daddy," I reply.

He bends over my back, pulls my neck up gently, and pulls me in for a sloppy kiss.

"Mmm fuck me," I mumble against his lips, and proceed to suck on his tongue.

He chuckles, tugging on my lip gently, and whispers in my ear. "You got it sexy girl."

Moments later, he's absolutely railing me, giving me the best back shots I've had in a painfully long amount of time.

Once I'm used to his size, I start throwing it back and bouncing on his long and dreamy cock.

"Fuck baby," he whispers, grabbing my ass and thrusting into me harder. "You take this dick so good. You're daddy's girl. Forever."

As moans uncontrollably leave my body, I reach back and he instantly takes my hand and intertwines our fingers.

He kisses my knuckles and continues railing into me. "This is my pussy, right baby?"

"Uh huh," is all I can get out, my face pressed against the pillow and mouth hanging open.

"Use your words, pretty girl. I wanna hear you say it. Whose pussy is this?" he asks, still thrusting into me.

"I-it's your pussy d-daddy. M-my pussy b-be-belongs to you. And only you." I say, obeying his every word.

He slaps my ass. "That's right princess. Good girl."

About fifteen thrusts later, I explode everywhere. With zero warning.

Oh the things this man does to me.

** smut over! **

Once he pulls out, I plop down, panting like crazy, my face never leaving the pillow.

He chuckles and cleans me up, then proceeds to lay next to me and rub my back. "You feel good baby?"

I nod slowly, unable to speak a word.

"Good," he replies and kisses my bottom lip. "I'll get a bath started, okay?"

I nod again and finally start to catch my breath, and he kisses my shoulder and heads to the bathroom.

** Josh's POV **

Just as I'm shutting the faucet for my lady's bath, the door opens.

I look up and my beautiful lady is standing there, her hair all messy, but her face as gorgeous and glowy as ever.

"Hi baby," she coos, blushing hard.

I stand up, giving her a warm smile as I kiss her cheek. "Hi beautiful. You okay?"

She nods and plays with my hair. "I just gotta pee."

We share a laugh and I move out of her way. "You're adorable mama. Go ahead."

Once she finishes, I take her hand and help her into the tub.

"Mmm," she moans lightly, as she sinks into the water.

Watching over her, I smile.

I love when my lady is relaxed. It relaxes me.

"Is it good mama? Need anything changed?" I ask, feeling the water.

She shakes her head. "It's perfect."

I smile and kiss the top of her hand. "I'm glad, baby. I'll be in the bedroom if you need me."

I start heading towards the door until she calls me. "Baby?"

I turn around, looking back.

She holds out her arms as if she's asking for a hug. "Join me?”

I smile and gladly accept, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck.

Soon enough, we're both in the tub - my beautiful lady's back against me.

"I love you baby," I coo, and proceed to kiss her temple.

She rests her head on my shoulder so that she can look up and see me.

We make eye contact and she smiles, brushing our noses together. "I love you too Josh. More than anything. More than you'll ever know."

I hold her chin gently and we share a kiss.

Not a peck. But not a makeout.

Just a sweet, lengthy, and passionate kiss.

My favorite kind of kiss to share with the love of my life.

About twenty minutes later, we finish our bath.

I help her wrap into her fuzzy robe and watch as she does her skincare.

She's so stunning without even trying. I'll never understand it.

She catches me staring through the mirror and smirks. "What are you lookin at?"

I flash a soft smile and playfully slap her juicy ass. "You."

"Take a picture," she begins. "It'll last longer."

I raise an eyebrow and fold my arms. "Maybe. But that pussy of yours won't if you don't relax yourself."

Her mouth drops open and I take the opportunity while I can, grabbing her face and shoving my tongue down her throat.

It turns into our third makeout of the night, as I lift her up and put her on the counter.

Her arms wrap around my neck, her hands stroking my curls.

Best feeling ever.

My hands slide down her hips, stroking her inner thighs and pulling her in closer.

"Mmm," she moans, pushing my hands away and separating our mouths. "Baby my pussy has been through enough tonight."

I smirk, licking my lips. "Alright you get a pass tonight. But once you feel up to it, you're all mine."

She giggled and kisses the corner of my mouth. "Deal."

I kiss her temple and head into our bedroom to find something to sleep in.

I lay in bed, scrolling through my phone, until I see my lady walking out of the bathroom.

I smile as she walks over and climbs into bed.

I wrap her in my arms and she lays her head on my chest.

"Tonight was a dream," she begins. "Maybe I should claim to be jealous more often."

I chuckle and kiss her cheek. "No need, mama. Just say the words and I'll gladly fuck your brains out any time."

She smirks, plays with my beard, and yawns.

"Get some sleep babygirl," I whisper, running my fingers through her hair.

Her favorite feeling.

She nods and kisses my cheek. "I love you."

I smile and kiss hers back. "I love you too mama. Goodnight."

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NICK & CHARLIE // PERFECT (2x08)

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Pairing :  Prince! Husband! Haechan x f!Princess!reader.

Description : After the birth of your daughter, you feel insecure about your body; however, Haechan shows you that you have nothing to worry about.

Warnings: most softest sex ever yet explicit, mentions of pregnancy, lactaction kink, lactation, married sex.

Your baby girl, born just five months ago, has already become the most precious treasure to both Haechan and you. You both cherish every moment, watching her grow every day with love-filled eyes. Haechan's devotion goes beyond his protective nature; he is fully committed to you and your child. Together, you navigate the routines, supporting each other through sleepless nights and tender moments. In Haechan's presence, you find solace and reassurance. And beyond the palace, your little one's presence is known and cherished.

From the corridors of the palace to the other end of Seoul, the fame of this tiny baby travels in whispers.

The king has a child, an heir.

And it is you who lit the fuse for the next generation of Lee’s-Kingdom by giving your Kingdom a daughter. A new generation will grow with her, nurturing and strengthening this resilient culture and warrior society.

As you traverse the grand halls and corridors of the palace, every person you encounter bows in awe; their eyes are drawn to the remnants of your once-swollen belly. The physical changes your body has undergone since giving birth are cherished and celebrated in our culture. This culture honors a postpartum body; since it is highly valued in this culture to maintain the bloodline and create clans, ideas like pregnancy and postpartum are embraced by the heart.

Haechan wholeheartedly agrees with this sentiment. As far as the duties of the throne permit, he has always been by your side during your pregnancy, watching your belly grow and providing relief when needed. His strong, gloved hands have supported your back, gently massaging away the discomfort caused by the weight of your growing child. On some nights of need and desire, when you feel needy, soaked, and burning with desire to be filled up, he has been there to bring you to the exquisite climax you crave. Each night, as you drifted off to sleep, he watched over you with a profound sense of gratitude, placing tender kisses on your shoulder.

Just as your pregnancy didn't change the way he felt about you, neither did the birth; it didn't even affect Haechan to wipe the blood from your thighs when you were in labor bed or your saggy belly and leaking breasts, which he feels when he holds you in his arms in the bed you share every night. He remains unfazed by your crying fits, brought on by fluctuating hormones, or the strands of hair that come to his hand while he caresses your hair gently. To him, every part of you is a testament to your incredible strength and resilience.

Whenever he takes you in his strong arms, he tells you that what you have achieved is incredible and that your body should be treated accordingly. His fingertips trace your skin, conveying the awe he feels for you. And while you’re picking out every bit of your new body, Haechan is falling even more in love.

And he doesn't let it remain in words; you can tell he really means it when he gives you sugary ice chips to quell your inner fire when you feel weary after giving birth or when he gently rubs soothing cream on your sore breasts from breastfeeding. He knows that all these changes in your body are because you have raised and nurtured his baby for nine months and finally brought her into the world in good health. He knows that every battle leaves its mark. And for you, it was the journey of pregnancy and birth.

While you struggle to adjust to your new body, Haechan adores and reverse it, seeing your beauty in a whole new light. Your body's transformation has only amplified his love and respect for you.

However, amidst his deep admiration, Haechan finds himself yearning for you. He can see how challenging and exhausting the postpartum period is for you, but he can’t help but imagine holding you in his arms. His desire to intimately explore every inch of your delicate body and to lose himself in the depths of your passion fills his thoughts. With longing and intoxicating passion, he longs to be able to hold his wife, his princess, to touch every part of your body, and to bury his lips in the nook between your neck and shoulder.

The thing he misses the most is having you with a burning and tantalizing desire and hearing you moan his name helplessly as he slowly sinks into you. He wants to see the burning lust in your eyes as your souls become one.

But above all, Haechan seeks a sign from you—a word, a lustful kiss, or even a fleeting innocent blink—to know that you are ready and that the fire within you burns just as fiercely. He understands the time required for you to recover, both physically and emotionally, and he has never pressed you to hurry the process.

After five long months, you finally receive permission from your doctor to use tampons and engage in sexual activities. However, you can’t shake off the feeling of reluctance that has settled within you. You don’t want Haechan to witness the state of your body after all you’ve been through.

But one fateful evening, as you find yourself wrapped in Haechan’s embrace, a shift occurs within you.

On that night, after a refreshing bath, you slip into one of your black nursing nightgowns and absorbent underwear and lie down next to your husband on smooth satin sheets. He is in bed before you, waiting. After concluding his duties in the throne room, he makes his way back to this cherished space, where his heart resides. Both to take care of his little baby and to support his wife.

As weariness envelopes you like a soothing mist, you become aware of Haechan's gaze wandering appreciatively across your body. When you feel the warm blood rushing through your veins to your cheeks, a whirlpool of emotions envelops you. Your heart, heavy with worry, clenches tightly in your chest at the thought of him seeing your exhausted body.

"Are you checking me out?" You ask smoothly. "Of course I am, doll" He grins and turns over on his side in bed to look at you. As you move to get closer to him, Haechan stretches his hands towards you, like an unspoken invitation that you can't resist. You crawl up between his legs, laying close as he pulls you to his chest, feeling the heat of his body radiating through every inch of your being. 

He rubs your back tenderly, and you notice he’s half hard underneath you. As your heart beats wildly, you feel an intense fire stirring deep within you. The mere presence of Haechan evokes a pull that you struggle to resist. Though you sometimes shy away from his advances, the allure of his touch proves irresistible, drawing you closer to his side.

He’s been thinking about your body; you were perfect before, and you’re perfect now after these changes. He purrs, "I’ve missed you," against your neck.

And you know that. You’ve missed him too. The touch of your husband, your Chan, has been a balm to your starved soul. As he holds you close to his chest, your head spins with a mixture of relief and desire. A smile graces your lips, and in a moment of unspoken longing, you lean up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. You smile, bringing a hand up to brush over his cheekbone. "I’ve missed you too," You whisper back to him. 

Haechan’s hands are careful to help you move your hips as you begin to sit up, straddling his waist. Your arms encircle Haechan's neck,The months of longing and desire buried deep within rise to the surface at this moment. Seated on his sturdy thighs, you surrender to the raw intensity, allowing the connection between you to ignite into a passionate flame.

As you take the lead, his thumb tenderly caresses your plushed lips. Haechan struggles to hold back, the unfamiliarity heightened by the long absence of physical touch. Yet he exercises care, understanding the importance of gentleness, allowing you to dictate the rhythm. And you acknowledge his earnest efforts, deeply grateful for his unwavering commitment.

Your master, husband, Haechan, and most importantly, the daddy of your little baby girl, are all standing in front of you in all of his glory. Your heart swells with love, ignited by a wave of burning desire. 

You give a few slow rocks of your hips against his muscular thighs, and Haechan cocks up an eyebrow. "Are you sure, princess?" He asks quietly. "I-If I - I’ll ask you to stop if- you know - Haechan," You mumble innocently. 

It has been a long time since you felt him deep inside you. The tiniest shred of the dazzling feeling that would push you over the edge is elusive and distant. And the uncertainty of it lingers as your body recovers and continues to do so.

But you still feel it's worth a try, tenderly and lovingly connecting your lips with your husband's. And he kisses you back, matching your pace. Ignoring the wild beating of your heart, you surrender to the enchantment of the moment. Haechan's kiss deepens as his familiar taste finds a place in your mouth. You moan softly into his mouth, and as desire slowly takes over your control, the primal instinct embedded in your core starts to show itself.

To be loved, touched, and fucked; to have your soul filled with him 

His name falls from your slick lips as you try to catch your breath from his exploitative and long kiss. His gentle exhales brush delicately against your face. Leaning your forehead against Haechan's, you giggle and whisper, "We must be quiet,with our little one asleep in the crib." He grins, rubbing his nose against yours. "I'll try my best, princess," he murmurs. 

It’s a new sensation, grinding your hips against him. His firm hands grip your flesh, guiding you with a gentle touch. Dark and intense passion flares in their eyes, locking onto yours with a piercing gaze. His hands glide slowly from your hips to the hem of your silk nightgown. His eyes scan your face as if requesting permission, and you nod slightly. He carefully takes off your nightgown and throws it somewhere in the room. And there you are, sitting in your husband's lap semi-naked, with the stretch marks of pregnancy just beginning to heal on your belly, taut breasts full of milk that has doubled in size, and a soul that loves two people unconditionally—this is you.

Haechan’s sole and his dearest wife.

He kisses your chin as his gloved hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you over and over again. The warmth of his hands tickles a string somewhere in you as you close your eyes to sink into the moment. "pretty" he whispers, his voice filled with longing, tilting his head as your lips delicately graze his neck. It's a sensation you haven't indulged in for what feels like an eternity. The passage of time blurs, and you struggle to recall exactly how long it has been since you last shared such an intimate moment. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you revel in the tender connection between you both. 

In response to his touch, your body tingles with anticipation as his hands caress and gently squeeze your backside. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, igniting a dormant fire within you. You can't help but gasp softly, the compliment he whispers reaching the depths of your soul.

He mumbles, his voice heavy with desire, as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear.He guides your hips against him, moving with deliberate slowness as his desire intensifies. Beneath you, he grows harder, his breathing heavy and hard. And he embraces you, and he lays you down gently beneath him, your bare back meeting soft sheets. "This okay?" He asks quietly. 

You nod, relaxing back against the pillows as he sheds the comfy panties you’ve grown so accustomed to living in. He sits back to take a look at you; however, all you can see is his throbbing and angry length, soaked with pre-cum visible through his pants.

"Haechan, please," you say, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "Don't stare," Embarrassment washes over you as you expose a body you're still learning to embrace, a body that hasn't yet become a source of comfort for you.

"I can’t help princess" he whispers as he leans down, leaving a trail of tender kisses from your collarbone down to your tummy. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and warmth spreads throughout your body. With each kiss, his love becomes palpable, and your heart swells with affection. "You can’t even imagine how beautiful you look right now." His words resonate deeply within you, embracing your insecurities and soothing your doubts. 

He takes off his gloves to feel your warm and delicate skin. You whimper as his powerful and bare hands gently cup your breasts, even before rolling them firmly and kneading them in his hold. His hands discover your sore and full breasts, and the sweet warmth radiating from his touch penetrates your skin. His hands and fingers' warmth leave an ethereal mark of adoration on your skin. He tightly grasps your breasts as the warm milk drips from your skin onto his hands. Seeing you full and nourished like this drives him crazy; it reminds him to whom you belong, whose child you gave birth to.   

Then he begins meanderingly kissing your chin and neck, nibbling and licking tender flesh as he does so. Before he even places his mouth on your tits, the feelings cause you to whine and wriggle.

And when his warm and slick lips find one of your nipples, you cry out; the bittersweet aching of your breasts and pleasure become too much to handle. He teases you in a smooth rhythm; however, you jolt with a burst of pleasure suddenly when he sucks your nipple, filling his mouth with your milk. His name falls from your mouth in broken syllables.

''My doll,'' he says against your tender skin, ''You taste so sweet''.  

He has done it to you before, and he knows that it drives you fucking crazy. The spark of pleasure ignites inside you as his wicked tongue teases your nipple in his mouth.

''Ohfuck, Haechan, no-" you gasp, "Please-''' 

''That’s it, sweet girl. Surrender to it,'' he says as he works on you. He devours you with a hunger that you’ve never seen before. This man, your beloved, loves you more than anything in this damned universe, and when it comes to your sweet body, he loses control; the desire takes the lead. He mumbles sweet words to your skin as he explores you; he just can’t get enough of you. 

Slowly, he traces down from your breasts to your tummy, where he gives smooth kisses. "You are too pretty” he says as he keeps leaving kisses on your tummy. "You grew our little warrior here. I can hardly believe it sometimes." He raises his head to look into your eyes and continues, "I am so proud of you". 

As emotions overwhelm you, your heart brimming with affection, you can't hold back the words any longer.

"I love you," you whisper softly, your voice filled with sincerity. His gaze meets yours, a reflection of the love and desire shared between you. He replies, "I love you more than any word can say" as he finds his way from your tummy to your cunt. 

His hands dance smoothly on your thighs, then his hands move to your knees to press you open. He mumbles as he pushes your legs apart. His eyes scan over all of you with gratitude and lust.

"Oh, look at you," he whispers. ''Look how beautiful you are." 

And he dips his head into between your legs, your cunt. He gives kisses over you, not even caring if there is any blood left. He wants you to enjoy this. To be loosened up and ready for him. To take your time. As his mouth lingers on your cunt, his firm hands caress your plushed thighs, enjoying your tender skin.

Your fingers find his silky-smooth curls, holding him steady where he lingers, when the desire that has been buried somewhere in you for months is finally beginning to show itself. And when he finally locks his warm mouth on your clit, you moan out loud.

''Fuckingstars—fuck, Haechan!'' a broken sentence frees from your mouth as you arch your back uncontrollably. 

From the moment Haechan's touch ignited a fiery passion within you, every sensation became an electric current coursing through your veins. As his tongue skillfully strokes your sensitive clit, you see the damned stars with every lick he gives you. And you can’t think of the rest of your retort when his long fingers find their way to your entrance. He pushes his fingers carefully into your cunt, working the digit slowly until he feels that sweet gush around him.

You bite your lip helplessly to stop the wrecked moans rising from your throat. Haechan's eyes find yours to give courage. ''No, my flower," he says as he picks up the pace of his merciless fingers, making you whimper more. ''Don't hold it back; I want to hear you''. His words boil the blood in your veins and make your head whirl. And you let it go; his name arouses from your throat and spills from your lips helplessly. 

You can't believe how fast your body lights up to Haechan; he made you shiver and squirm in no time, and you could only sing his name like a hymn.

He listens intently, his senses attuned to the subtle gasps escaping your lips, evidence of the pleasure coursing through your body. As he watches your trembling thighs, he is captivated by the beauty of your helplessness. He pulls himself away, his gaze locked with yours, radiating desire and anticipation.

He slowly crawls back to hold himself above you. His brown eyes, filled with love, meet yours in an intimate gaze. A gentle hand caresses your cheek as he tenderly presses a kiss to your forehead, expressing his gratitude and endless love. "Do you want your hips propped up?" He asks quietly, not even giving you a chance to respond before he’s propping a pillow under them.

You bite your lip as your heart beats wildly in your chest; everything feels so much more intense. A wave of wetness pooling between your legs, awakening parts of your body that have been dormant for what feels like an eternity. Your clit throbs with a mixture of pleasure and delicious pain, the culmination of a deeply primal longing. Haechan understands how to love and seduce you, unlocking the secret desires and pleasure points that lay hidden within. With each caress and kiss, he unravels your inhibitions, setting free a torrent of passion that had been dormant for far too long.

He positions himself between your legs and frees his thick length from his pants. You grin shyly at his glorious sight as his hand finds your waist to hold you. His other hand guides the head of his cock through your soaking folds. "Tell me to stop if you need me to," he whispers. "If it gets too much,". You nod and close your eyes since the throbbing between your legs becomes too much. Rocking a few times to gather more of your slick along his searing cock, and a keening, frantic, sound frees from your lips as he finally starts to push in. Your eyes begin to water as he finally sinks into you, filling you.

"Pretty?'' he asks, ''Are you okay? Does it hurt? We can stop." He whispers anxiously, scanning your face. You shake your head. "I’m fine, Haechan," you breathe. "Just...keep going." And he continues slowly. You jolt with a mixture of pain and pleasure every thrust he gives, your hands brushing over his sturdy shoulders and pulling him close. He takes his time with you, giving you gentle thrusts to get you used to his cock. He wants you to enjoy this because he knows your soul needs this arousal after five tough months. You feel so full of him when he thrusts into you so fucking slowly. 

His hips move with tantalizing slowness, teetering on the edge of locking up. Each push inward is accompanied by a strained moan that caresses your ear; his hot breath tickles your neck. The initial burn of the stretch gradually evolves into an intense and passionate fire. And you can feel your orgasm gathering somewhere inside you; you don't know where, but it flashes with every stroke Haechan gives you. His languid pace becomes unbearable; you yearn for his rapid, fulfilling thrusts, craving the culmination as your breaths intertwine.

"Harder," you say between your muffled moans. 

Your words lower his guard, and the suppressed instinct within him takes over. "Oh,Darling" he whimpers as he holds you tighter. And that's the permission he needs to thrust into you harder. 

Reminding you how much he fucking adores you. How beautiful you are. How much he appreciates you. For being his sweet beloved wife, the other half of his existence, the perfect mother to his baby girl, and the sun around whom his entire universe revolves.

And he picks up his pace, starts to fuck you hard. His hips slam into yours, and it feels as if the head of his thick cock is touching up against something very significant inside you.

As his thrusts get harder and deeper, you whisper incoherent words since you can't function anymore. You yearn to be touched, to be filled, as your orgasm starts to crawl in your walls. But your brain, numb with pleasure, doesn't let you speak out the words; all you can do is moan your husband's name helplessly and breathlessly.

 ''Haechan- '' you sob, half-broken, half-dragged through. ''Haechan, touc- fuck!'' 

He gets the hint, and one of his hands goes from your sweaty waist to the throbbing little nerve bundle; gently, he rubs it as you writhe under him, crushing under the overwhelming pleasure.

 ''I adore you,'' he whispers into your neck as he thrusts you deeper, working you open around him. ''I adore you, my pretty girl,'' ''My gorgeous wife.'' Every word that comes out of his pretty mouth burns through you, and he throws you over the goddamn edge. 

Finally, you cum on his cock; the flashing lights begin to dance in your vision, and your walls clench around him, pulsing and hot; it feels as if you shattered and melted all at once. Haechan keeps reciting your name in broken gasps and rocking hard into you as your peak just continues rising somewhere you can’t even fathom. You’re digging your fingernails into his sturdy shoulders, gasping as you hold him close. And he’s driving himself closer and closer and closer to the same peak you’re falling from. Your veins surge with a white-hot heat, tingling from head to toe, as if countless needles gently pierce your skin, leaving you numb.

His hips stutter several more hard thrusts into your cunt, and then he reaches the climax that he has been chasing as well. He moans your name in broken syllables as he pulls himself from your cunt to release his seed onto your pretty thighs. His hips jolt and his shoulders rock hard as he releases himself on you.

As he tries to catch his breath after his devastating climax, he apologizes. "I’m sorry, doll" he mutters amongst his breaths. "You haven’t started your birth control yet." 

--

Months later, the feeling of embracing your husband, the closeness that comes from your soul becoming one, makes you dizzy; you realize how much you miss that feeling. To fall apart in your husband's arms, to hold him between your bloody knuckles. Satiation and exhaustion wash over you like waves of contentment. Before you surrender to the sweet embrace of sleep, you feel Haechan's warm hands on your thighs. With the last crumbs of his strength, he gently wipes away the remnants of him with a wet towel on your thighs. Then he delicately slides one of the sleep shirts over your head and tucks you under the satin sheets. He lays down his body next to yours, his arm pulling you closer to his own body, softly murmuring your name as you succumb to sleep.

[meaningofaeons]

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⊹ character(s) - alhaitham, kaveh ⊹ word count - 1.1k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, jealousy, reader is part of the matra (alhaitham), reader is an akademiya lecturer/professor (kaveh), petname usage in kaveh's

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ANON I HOPE UR SEEING THIS SORRY AGAIN FOR DELETING YOUR RQ!!! I hope I remembered it right and I hope you enjoy! also sorry if haitham is ooc it's my first time writing him! (ﾐዎ ﻌ ዎﾐ)ﾉ

⊹ Kaveh

Kaveh was pouting.

Not necessarily an uncommon occurrence from your lover, but you digress. He was clearly upset, and you weren't willing to let him stew in it any longer.

You approached him from his seated position at one of the desks in your lecture hall, sitting down in front of him to draw his attention. He always did like sitting in on some of your classes, but it seemed today's events had put him into a sour mood.

He grumbled a bit, cheek squishing into his palm as he looked away. As much as you wanted to assuage his worries with no shadow to your intentions, you couldn't deny how adorable he looked in this moment.

"My light, are you going to mope forever? What's got you down?"

"Pet names can't get you out of this one! I'm still mad!"

You reached out, pinching his cheek much to his abject annoyance. He swatted half-heartedly at your hand, holding his aching face once you finally let go.

You smiled just a bit.

"Was it because of Ardashir?"

"So you know his name, too, then," he mumbled quietly.

"Mm, so that is what it's about."

"Take this seriously!" Kaveh pouted, laying on the dramatics a bit thick. "I mean, does he not know that we're together?! He was all over you! I nearly leapt out of my seat when he tried to wrap his arm around your shoulder!"

You recalled that Ardashir did not, in fact, try to wrap an arm around your shoulder. He had stopped by to drop off a few course materials you had asked to borrow, nothing more. He was a tad closer and laid the flattery on a bit thicker than usual, however, so you could hardly blame your lover for getting upset.

Next time you saw him, you'd be sure to let him know to cool it. For now, you kept your attention on your boyfriend, brushing his blonde hair behind his ear comfortingly.

"Well, despite your fame, honey, I don't think most people in Sumeru care too much for who's dating who unless it interferes with or benefits their academics."

Kaveh turned away, still sulking. Your smile widened just a tad at that—he always got that way when he knew you were right, but given his stubborn nature, he could never fully relent victory in an argument to you or anyone else.

"I'll give him a stern talking to next time I see him, and I'll be sure to mention our relationship."

The blonde kept his eyes firmly trained on the wall, but you could see the way his sullen expression eased up.

"Or, better yet, we can 'bump into him' on our way to my next class. Holding hands and all. Let him see the competition he's got so he can reevaluate his chances."

As much as he tried to fight it, Kaveh smiled for just a moment, and you giggled lightly. He puffed out his cheeks, however, trying to hide his delight.

"Well, okay! I suppose that'll have to do for now."

"And I'll treat you to a drink tonight, too."

This time, your lover leaned into your hand, staring up at you cutely.

"You're so good to me... Sorry for getting upset."

You only kissed his forehead lightly, admiring the flush of pink adorning his pale cheeks.

"I'd do anything for you."

⊹ Alhaitham

Alhaitham does not get jealous.

He doesn't see the point in caring about who you talk to and what their intentions are. You both said you'd stay true to one another when you began dating, and he trusts you.

He doesn't participate in needless gossip or malice just because someone flirted with you a bit.

Well, not usually.

"That man isn't part of the Matra."

He says it factually, his voice cool just as it usually is. But after spending enough time with him, you can detect the barest hint of an edge in his tone.

You turn around to greet your lover, giving him a small smile.

"Ah, him? No, no. He's not."

"He's been spending a lot of time around your stations."

You giggle a bit.

"How would you know? Do you also spend a lot of time around my patrol routes?"

"Yes."

Right, Alhaitham was a difficult one to tease as always. Always so upfront and straightforward.

"I like to make sure you're doing okay, so I stop by now and then between work hours."

You smile again, patting his arm.

There was one way you could tease him effectively, though. And so, you continued to address his words for what they were at face-value—simple observations of someone you happened to speak to often.

"That's sweet of you. If I weren't so stretched thin across Sumeru City, I'd be visiting your office way more, too."

You noticed the twitch of Alhaitham's lips as you skirted around the topic of the man that just walked away once more.

Did he relinquish his dignity and just ask? Ask why that same guy kept loitering around you like a bothersome fly?

No. Alhaitham does not get jealous.

He won't entertain the situation, and he certainly won't entertain the slight smirk on your lips, the amusement you're surely gleaning from his shifting back and forth—

"So what's his excuse?"

Fuck.

"I think this is the only thing you're not as blunt as you'd like to be on, 'Haitham," you chuckled lightly, hugging his arm. His expression didn't change much, but he did grumble some such under his breath, his brow furrowing a bit. "Are you jealous?"

"There's no reason to be jealous, because when we agreed to start dating—"

"Yes, yes, I know there's no reason for you to be. He's only a colleague, after all, an acquaintance at best." You raised your own brow. "But I'm asking if you're jealous, not a reason to be."

"He was very close to you. Does he not know we're together?"

You beam, reaching up to pinch his cheek. He swats you away quickly, glaring half-heartedly, so you deign to take hold of his hand instead.

"Can you make time to come earlier tomorrow? If he sees me on the arm of the Akademiya's Scribe, I'm sure he'll be reluctant to push his luck any further. And besides, I'd been having a hard time trying to reject his advances anyhow. He's quite persistent."

Although annoyed at the notion that the man from earlier was bothering you in the slightest, Alhaitham seemed pleased all the same with your solution, brushing your hair out of your eyes with one hand while the other squeezes your hand.

"I think I can make time. No, I will make time."

You leaned into your boyfriend, chuckling again.

"Well, gee. Maybe I should get more men to flirt with me if it means you'll come rushing at my beck and call—"

The hand clasped around your own squeezed just a bit too tight, and you jolted.

"Ack— kidding! Of course I'm kidding! 'Haitham, ease up!"

[seunmong-in]

💋🌧️Kiss Me in the Rain🌧️💋

Pairing: Non! Idol Seungmin x reader Genre: Love at first sight (They did meet before but never gotten close), humor, cursing per usual, fluff, references to video games and anxiety Summary: Unable to go home due to the heavy rain outside, Seungmin is faced with being stuck at Changbin’s house until the rain clears out. But what happens when Changbin’s roommate, who Seungmin has only met once, is also home and steals Seungmin’s heart at first glance? Words: 2.9k A/N: So this may be a bit longer than I intended… but my insomnia got the best of me and my brain kept rambling with thoughts so here we are, my longest POV. I know I said this under my Felix POV but I have to say it again because I can not EXPRESS how much I am grateful and overwhelmed with joy about how many people liked my POV’s!! It truly means the world to me and it makes me strive to write more for everyone to enjoy! If you haven’t read Felix’s or Han’s story and want to, click on their name, it should send you to their stories. Later in the week I will be making a poll on which member I should write next about so stay on the lookout for that in the next couple days!! Anywho, getting on to our scheduled program now, I hope you guys enjoy Seungmin’s story!! 

P.s. Who else is going to Lolla this year and is secretly wishing Straykids play Topline or Hall of fame so they can scream their lungs out? I know I am!! 

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Oh, fuck me. 

Those were words Seungmin thought when he opened the door to reveal the pouring rain outside. He regretted not listening to Jisung when he said it would rain heavily later in the afternoon as he left for Changbin's. Mentally cursing himself out, knowing he couldn't drive home as planned, Seungmin sighed as he closed the door and walked back to the living room, throwing himself on the couch. Seungmin would've gone upstairs to Bin's room to bother him, but his hyung had left a few minutes before the rain started to pick up Jeongin. Pulling out his phone, Seungmin texts Changbin, letting him know that he is staying until the rain dies down and for him to stay safe. He puts his phone away, leans over, and grabs the TV remote. There wasn't much on the TV, so Seungmin watched anime to pass the time.

"Binnie, where the fuck did you put my gaming headset- Oh shit, Hi, um… Seungmin, right?"

Completely engrossed in the anime, Seungmin suddenly jumps when the soft-spoken voice speaks, pulling him out of his trance. He turns to see Y/n, Changbin's roommate, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Seungmin's heart skipped a beat as he took in her appearance. Y/n was wearing an oversized hoodie that belonged to Changbin and biker shorts. The hoodie engulfed her petite frame, making her look delicate. Her hair was still wet from a recent shower, and the sweet fragrance of vanilla filled the air as she approached him. Seungmin couldn't help but admire her beauty, noticing her glasses slightly fogged up from the shower's steam. He found himself getting lost in her sparkling eyes and felt his heart racing. Although he had met her at Changbin's housewarming party a few months back, Y/n looked different, and Seungmin couldn't resist but admire her beauty. 

"Yeah, And you're Y/n, right." 

Y/n positions herself comfortably on the couch beside Seungmin, crossing her legs as she nods in agreement with him. Seungmin pauses the series he is watching and turns to face her fuller, a hint of shyness creeping onto his face. 

"By chance, where is my wonderful hyung? The bastard misplaced my gaming headset, and I need it to play Overwatch with a couple of my friends."

Ignoring the first part of her question, Seungmin's excitement beams through when Y/n mentions she plays his favorite game. He usually plays with Changbin and Jeongin, but it has been a while since they've played. He primarily plays alone or with Felix and Chan, though they are more severe players. 

"Wait, you play Overwatch too?"

Seungmin's voice was filled with so much excitement that Y/n couldn't help but giggle. She got up from the cozy couch and approached the stairs. She looked back at Seungmin, still sitting on the sofa, staring back at her.

"If you want, I can show you my gaming pc setup. It's not much, but it's something," she offers as she continues to walk up the stairs.

With a slight hesitation, Seungmin followed Y/n up the stairs to her room, still feeling shy around her. But as he stepped inside, his eyes widened with amazement. The room was spacious and decorated with album covers and paintings, gifts that his other hyung, Hyunjin, had given her. The LED lights wrapped around the ceiling, casting a warm, inviting orange glow that made the room feel cozy and welcoming.

Looking around more into Y/n's room, his eyes were immediately drawn to her gaming setup. It looked like a gamer's paradise with a customized PC, fantastic LED lighting system, custom gaming keyboard, and sleek wireless mouse in pink and black. Y/n's setup was impressive, nonetheless. While one of her monitors had Overwatch already launched, the other screen had a Word document open, with the title reading "Kiss me in the Rain. "But before Seungmin could see more, Y/n quickly minimized the tab, leaving him curious and intrigued. He couldn't help but wonder what that document was about.

"You write as well?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she looked down, realizing she had been caught red-handed. Hot flashes crept up her cheeks as she realized that no one, not even Changbin, had ever laid eyes on her writing. It wasn't that she was embarrassed about her work, but the fact that she had always thought of writing as her own private sanctuary, where she could feel vulnerable and have no judgment. Writing was also her second safe place, her go-to whenever she had a panic attack, with Changbin being her first. When distressed, Changbin would soothe her with warm hugs and cuddles until she felt better.

Y/n settles into her gaming chair, her fingers tapping nervously on the armrest. "To be honest," she says, "writing is my go-to when I'm anxious or want to feel vulnerable for a while. There's something about putting pen to paper that just helps me calm down." Seungmin couldn't help but be intrigued by her words. Though the pair rarely spoke when he did come over to visit, it felt nice to be able to interact with her on this level. Not wanting to bombard her with more questions, he simply asked more about the story she was writing. 

"What's this story about?"

"It's about two friends trying to complete their bucket lists before the summer ends, and they have to go off to college. They devised a plan to complete each of their bucket list dreams one by one until the very last day of summer. On the last day, the FMC added one more thing to the bucket list she wanted completed before leaving: for the MMC, her newly developed crush, to kiss her in the rain while it was pouring out."

"Kinda sounds like how it is right now," both laugh as Seungmin looks out the window. The rain is still pouring hard outside, and there is no sign of stopping soon. Y/n's phone vibrates as she turns her chair to grab it off her desk. It was a message from Changbin.  

"Well, Binnie isn't coming back tonight. He says the roads are bad, so he's staying at Jeongin's. Which sucks cause I still don't have my damn headset," Y/n pouts as she puts her phone back on the desk. Without saying a word, Seungmin gets up from the beanbag chair and exits the room, only to appear minutes later, handing Y/n the headset he took from Bin's room.

"I keep a spare one in Hyung's room whenever I stay over; here use it.”

"Oh, Minnie, you didn't have to."

Minnie... Feeling his face turn red with the new nickname Y/n gave him, he continued to hold out the headset in front of her. 

"Seriously, take it. Besides, I wanna see you play. I have to see what my competition looks like."

Without backing down from Seungmin's challenge, Y/n confidently takes the headset, puts it on her head, and connects the aux to her PC. As the match starts, Seungmin is taken aback by her intense focus. He is fascinated by her gameplay, which is different from his own. Despite her unique approach to defense and combat, she continues to win match after match.

Seungmin sat back on the beanbag chair as Y/n continued her winning streak. However, he wasn't watching her play; his eyes fixed on her. He couldn't help but notice the small details of her behavior - the way she would scrunch her nose to keep her glasses from sliding down her face, the little victory dances she did when she won matches, and the lightning-quick movements of her hand when her hair fell over her eyes. He was amazed by her skill and grace, and he felt a sense of awe and admiration wash over him.

But as he watched her, Seungmin realized his feelings for Y/n were changing. A strange sensation began to stir in his stomach like a flock of butterflies had taken flight inside him. Feeling flustered and confused, Seungmin tapped Y/n on the arm and excused himself. He ran out of her room and hurried downstairs to make an urgent phone call to the only person he could think of who might help him figure out what to do next.

"Hey Min, what's up," Binnie answers, yawning mid-sentence.

"What do you do when you like someone?"

"What?"

"Changbin, I know you heard me. Answer my question," Seungmin demands. 

"It's Y/n, isn't it? See, I knew it from the first day you met her. Your eyeballs practically almost fell from your face," Changbin teased. There was nothing but silence and embarrassment as the banter continued. 

"Jesus, Bin can you shut the fuck up for a minute and help me, please," Seungmin practically begs his hyung. It was rare for Seungmin to say please, nonetheless, curse at anyone. This was serious for him. 

"Okay, okay, sorry, I'll stop," Changbin laughs. "What exactly do you like about her?"

Seungmin paused, taking a moment as he tried to collect his thoughts. Y/n is kind-hearted and gentle, with a soft-spoken voice that makes him feel safe. Her writing was outstanding, and he hung on every word she said. However, it wasn't just her mind that he was drawn to. There was something undeniably alluring about her physical presence as well. The way her hair fell in soft waves around her face and her eyes lit up when she laughed - every little detail about her seemed to captivate him.

Seungmin's heart was heavy with emotion, and he knew he couldn't keep it to himself any longer. "Hyung," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes darting around to ensure Y/n was out of earshot. "I can't help but feel drawn to her. She's like a dream come true, the perfect match for me. Changbin, I didn't expect to fall for her so quickly, and I don't know how to handle these feelings. What should I do?"

"Tell her how you feel. Knowing Y/n, she would be flattered hearing this. Oh, just to give you a confidence boost—you didn't hear it from me—but when everyone left after the housewarming, she thought you were the cutest out of all the boys." 

When Seungmin heard that, a bright smile that stretched from ear to ear was plastered on his face. It indeed gave him a boost to follow his heart. Before ending the call with Changbin, he asked for one more thing from Seungmin. 

"Just don't hurt her, Min. You both mean a lot to me and if things don't go well with you guys, I refuse to take sides. Plus, I don't want to fight you for hurting my best friend; you are too soft and cute to hit." 

"I won't, I promise."

Trying to contain his happiness, Seungmin quickly runs up the stairs. Ideas on how he could tell Y/n how he felt started going off like fireworks until he thought of the perfect one. He softly opens Y/n's door just as she stops playing OW. Instead, she had the same document open and was typing away. Feeling like she was being watched, she turned her chair around only to meet Seungmin's soft gaze. She softly smiles and asks, "Everything okay, you were gone for a while. I didn't make you nervous with my gaming skills, did I?"

Chuckling at her joke, Seungmin shakes his head as he approaches her.

"I was just telling Binnie I was staying the night since it's still raining out," Seungmin lied. Though the rain was starting to die out a bit, the roads weren't safe to drive in. Suddenly, Seungmin reaches out for Y/n's hand, pulling her out of her chair and her room. Confused with what was happening, Y/n couldn't help but question what was going through his mind as they both walked down the stairs, heading towards the house's back door. 

"Minnie, what are you doing?" Y/n asked as he let go of her hand and opened the door to reveal the rain outside. Though it wasn't as hard as at the beginning of the afternoon, it was still pouring down at a decent rate. 

"When you mentioned your story earlier and how the friends had things on their bucket list they wanted to complete, I realized that I had some of my own I have never completed. And well, playing in the rain is one of them. So I was wondering if you wanted to help me with that," Seungmin's cheeks turn bright red as he extends his hand towards her. Without a second thought, Y/n grabs his hand as the pair goes outside into the rain. 

As the chilly raindrops cascaded from the overcast sky, Y/n and Seungmin stood opposite each other in the backyard. They gazed at each other with wide grins and intertwined their hands, feeling the warmth from their palms. They began to spin slowly in a circle, their movements cautious at first, and then they picked up speed, their feet sliding on the slick grass. As Y/n lost her footing, Seungmin swiftly grasped her by the waist and pulled her toward him to prevent her from falling. Although the darkness enveloped them, Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright red at the proximity of their bodies.

"Is this okay?" Seungmin asked, trying to read her face to see if she was uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted was to make her uneasy, ruining his chances of possibly being with her. Y/n smiled as she nodded. She wrapped her arms around his neck, softly swaying. The two continued to sway slowly, staring into each other's eyes without saying a word. The moment couldn't be perfect for Seungmin as Y/n, their eyes now connected. 

"As much as I want to continue dancing in the rain, I want to tell you something. That phone call with Binnie-hyung wasn't about me staying the night, though I know he would be okay with either way. It was about you," Seungmin starts to explain. Y/n's face turns into shock, and she tries to figure out if she did anything wrong. Seungmin must've picked up on what she was thinking and started to chuckle. 

"I want you to know that you haven't done anything wrong. In fact, you have done something that I didn't think was possible. It's difficult to express myself, but I want to take a chance. Y/n, I have strong feelings for you. I understand this may seem sudden, especially since this is our first time hanging out alone. However, there is something about you that draws me towards you. There is so much more to learn about you and I want to know everything about you- your likes, dislikes, fears, and dreams. I want to be there for you in every possible way imaginable. You don't have to say anything now; I don't expect you to feel the same way as I do. I simply wanted to tell you how I feel before I get inside of my own head." 

Y/n took a moment to process everything that had been said and looked down for a moment. She started catching feelings for Seungmin too, whose shy and calming manner perfectly fit her sometimes crazy personality. Looking back into his eyes, she noticed that his now wet hair covered most of his vision, so she softly pushed it away, revealing her cheeky smile. She was going to ask him something that the FMC wanted done in her story.

"I also have a bucket list I didn't get to complete. Do you mind helping me," Y/n asked.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Kiss me in the rain."

Seungmin's heart races as he looks at the girl he confessed to. Without wasting another precious moment, he gently takes her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. He can feel the warmth of her skin against his as he pulls her closer, his other hand cupping the back of her head as he leans in for a kiss.

The rain slowly begins to let up, creating a serene backdrop for their first kiss. Seungmin's lips are soft and tender against hers. As the last few drops of rain trickle down, Seungmin finally pulls away.

He doesn't want to let go of her just yet, so he takes her hand in his, holding it tightly as they both catch their breath. Their eyes meet, as he is the first one to speak. 

"So, I assume you feel the same way then.”

"Yeah, I do. And by the way, you don't have to ask; I'm yours now, Minnie."

As soon as she responded, he couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of warmth in his chest. He pulled her in without hesitation for another passionate kiss, their lips meeting perfectly harmoniously.

After their little moment, the couple realized they were soaked from the rain, so they decided to change into dry, clean clothes for the rest of the night. They spent most of their time playing Overwatch together, with short intermissions in between as Seungmin helped Y/n with her story. 

When morning arrived, and the roads were clear, Changbin came home and peeked into Y/n's room. He saw Seungmin sleeping beside Y/n, with his arms wrapped around her. Her head was resting comfortably on his chest. Changbin smiled and took out his phone to send a picture to the boys' group chat. He knew Seungmin might be annoyed with him later, but for now, he was happy to see his friend with his dream girl.