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lokifantasies · 4 years ago

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Overprotective (Loki/Reader*)SMUT

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Loki always knew how to keep a secret from you – being the God of Mischief and Lies certainly helped. However, most of the time, the secrets he kept from you were ones that you loved rather than heartbreaking ones. Tonight was no different.

You walked into the large bedchamber that you and he shared. The curtains were open so that the stars shone perfectly, there were green candles lit on each side of the bed, and a trail of white roses guided you to the bathroom, where you saw your husband of two months sitting in a hot bath.

"Finally," he grinned – watching as you slowly walked towards him. "Join me."

You looked at him skeptically. "My love, what are you doing?"

Loki stood up and walked out of the tub. You gasped at the glorious sight before your eyes as if you'd never seen him nude before. His body was perfect – his abs sculpted to the perfect size and shape. Slowly, he started taking your dress off your shoulders, and you watched him with anticipation. This was a first, you had to admit. The two of you had slept together more than anyone could ever imagine, you've been on dates, and you were even husband and wife, but there was something different about him this time. "Loki," you said, drawn out in a warning tone. Finally, he stopped and held your hands with his – deeply kissing the backs of them.

"I love you," he whispered.

"And I love you," you answered with a curious tone. "Loki, my dear, what's going on?"

Loki sighed and put his robe on. You followed his actions and quickly put your silky bathrobe on as well. He guided you to the bed the two of you shared, and he sat at the end of it – pulling you to straddle his lap. You searched his eyes for some sort of clue as to what was going on in his mind, but he knew how to keep you from reading him.

Loki let out a deep breath and blurted out what was on his mind. "Let's have a baby."

Your eyes widened, and you let out a shocked breathe. For a few seconds, you tried to form words – looking into his gorgeous blue eyes for any sign of mischief. There was none. "Love?" he finally uttered, pulling you out of your shock.

"Sorry," you apologized. "I just – I wasn't...expecting that."

"I understand," Loki said softly, rubbing your cheek with the back of his hand. "I couldn't think of any other way to say it."

You shook your head. "No, no, that's not it," you clarified, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair. "Are you sure about this?"

Loki nodded. "I am," he answered. "It doesn't have to be right now, though, but now that we're married, that seems like the next logical step to take."

"I want a baby too," you said softly, bringing a grin to Loki's face. "I don't...I mean...are you sure we'd be good parents?" you asked, feeling slightly nervous. "Our childhoods weren't exactly fairytales, Loki."

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Lovebug, our childhoods are perfect examples of what not to do."

"Can I ask you something?" you inquired softly. Loki nodded. "Why?"

"Why do I want a baby with you?" he asked, making sure he understood you. You nodded in confirmation, and he gave you a smile. "Because I want our family to go on forever," he answered. "Because I love you more than anything in Yggdrasil. Because I want to be as close as possible with you. Because I want to hold the product of our love in my arms and protect it with my life. Because I –" You cut him off with a deep kiss that knocked him back onto the bed. "Are you sure?" he asked with heavy breaths.

"Three thousand percent," you grinned before going back to explore his mouth.

Loki held you close, grabbing the back of your head and lacing his fingers through your hair. You held his face in your hands and felt the slight stubble on his jaw. Loki moved up towards the head of the bed, and you followed along with him – straddling his lap once more, lying chest-to-chest as the two of you kept swallowing sounds being produced from each other. Loki wrapped his arms around you and began to rub your back – slowly making his way to your behind that he loved so much. You giggled as you felt his hands move slowly, and he returned with a chuckle and a bite of your lower lip. Usually, you would let him be in control, but this night, you felt rather bold. You grabbed his hands and held them above his head, smirking at him while he looked shocked.

"Love," he purred, trying to reach up to your neck. "You'd better be careful."

You took a deep breath in. "No," you growled in his ear. Causing his erection to become large enough to touch your core through the bathrobes. "Your hands will stay up here," you ordered. With a lustful gaze, Loki nodded and licked his lips.

You let go of his hands, and to your surprise, he actually obeyed. You started to peel the bathrobe off his body – kissing his chest as it became exposed. Loki was fighting to not move his hands, grab you, and dominate you, but he knew how important this was to you. Your hands found their way down to his hips, and you finished untying the robe and peeling it back. Finally, with your husband bare before you, you again sighed at the sight of the god.

"Does my wife like what she sees?" Loki said in a sultry voice with his hands still above his head.

You nodded your head and resumed kissing your way down his body. Once you were above his erect, throbbing member, you kissed the short, curly black hairs and massaged his balls, bringing forth a moan from him.

"If you move your hands at all, then I'll stop," you threatened, knowing that it was becoming harder for him to contain himself. He didn't answer, so you licked the underside of his cock.

"Yes," he gasped.

"Yes, what?" you urged him on, teasing the tip of his member.

Loki groaned. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy," you muttered before going back to placing your kisses.

You made sure to kiss every inch of his cock – top, bottom, sides, and tip. You knew what drove him insane, and you knew how to tease him viciously, and he had no choice but to endure it and follow your rules if he didn't want you to stop. Finally, you took him into your mouth and moaned at his taste – the precum that had been leaking from his tip.

Loki tasted wonderful, as usual, but it wasn't wonderful in the sense of sweetness – he was primal. He tasted like a true man – a true god. He moaned and fought to keep his hands up as you swirled your tongue around his tip and sucked his shaft like he loved – bobbing your head up and down. Whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth was stroked by your hand, and your other hand kept its attention on his balls – making sure he was as turned on as possible. Loki watched with heavy eyelids as you went up and down on him – spitting on his cock and letting your saliva fall from your mouth onto him every now and then.

"Please," he began to beg you.

You chuckled – sending another vibration through his body. "Please, what, husband?"

"Please," he groaned again. "Please let me finish."

"Hmm," you pondered, sending yet another jolt of pleasure through him. "No."

You took him out of your mouth and kissed the tip of his cock before looking up and smiling at him innocently.

"Lovebug," he began, getting more impatient. "I obeyed your rules."

"I know," you whispered as you crawled up to him and let him taste himself on your tongue. "Keep obeying me. It'll be worth it," you purred.

"If it's not, then I'll have to punish you," he threatened. You grinned at him, and then his eyes widened. "Dear," he started in a warning manner, "don't tell me that was your goal."

You leaned back over him and hovered your face above his before moving to his ear. "It was," you whispered. "What're you going to do about it."

In a flash, your bathrobe was off, and you were underneath the God of Mischief.

"What am I going to do about it?" he growled, nipping at your neck. "What do you think I'm going to do about it?" You sighed in response as you felt his hand make its way down to your soaking wet cunt. The ability to form words had left you, and the only thing you were capable of was moaning at his touches. "Oh my," he purred in your ear. "Sweetheart, you are dripping wet for me." You could only nod in response, breaths coming heavy, your breasts rising and falling in rhythm. Loki soaked one of his fingers in your wetness and brought it up to your lips. "Here," he coaxed you into taking his finger into your mouth, "have a taste."

You eagerly licked his finger clean, moaning at the taste of your need for him. With a dark and lustful chuckle, he soaked his finger again, but this time, he licked it clean. You playfully whined at the act, so he obliged and soaked his finger for a third time – watching you taste yourself once more. Seeing you so needy for him turned him on more than anything else. "That's my good girl," he complimented you, taking a nipple into his mouth. You panted at the sensation of his tongue slowly swirling around your hardening peaks. He moaned shamelessly at the texture and taste of them. "I will be sure to enjoy these until our child needs them," he muttered.

Up until that moment, you somehow forgot what the two of you were actually doing, but instead of being nervous, the thought of your god impregnating you turned you on even more than you already were. Loki started kissing his way down your chest just as you had done earlier. When he got to neatly groomed, short hairs that decorated your cunt, he placed deep, loving kisses on the area where your child would grow once conceived. You bent your knees for him, and Loki wasted no time in diving in – holding your thighs far apart and as wide as they could go with his hands. He chuckled as you writhed beneath him, and you grabbed hold of his dark locks, pulling him as close as you could to your aching, needy core. Loki inserted his tongue as deep as he could into your entrance – massaging what he could reach. You couldn't help but throw your head back and moan at the stimulation. Soon, you felt his cock line up to your entrance, and he crawled up to you to plant a kiss on your swollen lips.

"I love you," he hummed in your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek.

"I love you," you answered through your panting. "Please, Loki," you started to beg.

Without another word and with a deep kiss, Loki slowly entered you in one easy motion. Both of you moaned at the feeling of being one, and he threw your legs over his shoulders so he could reach your g-spot better. You pulled his face to yours and kissed him as hard as you could – trying to convey your love to him. His hands found their way to the back of your head, and he held it carefully with his strong hands. Loki slowly moved in and out of you, driving you closer to your climax by the second.

"Do you like that?" he growled in your ear.

"Yes," you managed to sigh. "Don't stop. Please."

He chuckled with a deep voice. "Oh, my love, I don't intend to." He placed a kiss where your neck met your chest. "I'm going to ensure that you are well sated." Then he took one of your nipples into his mouth. "I'm going to make sure that your pussy is overflowing with my seed." His mouth found its way to the other nipple. "I won't quit until I'm certain that you carry my heir."

Those words coming from him were enough to send you over the edge into a blinding, orgasmic bliss. You threw your head back, arched your back off the bed, and clawed at Loki's back – driving him to ravage you harder. Screaming his name at you felt your walls clench around his cock; you could also feel yourself squirting on him – coating him with your cream. He guided you through your orgasm and slowed his pace as you began to come back. Your eyes opened, and for a few seconds, everything was a blur, but when you saw Loki smiling down at you, you moaned, and your sight returned. That was the first orgasm of many to come that night. Over and over, Loki pushed you over the edge – keeping to his word on making sure you were beyond satisfied.

Loki could tell that you were becoming exhausted and that you were starting to become sore from his repeated thrusting, so Loki decided that he would let you ride him for the final round of the night. You straddled him, but instead of lying on his back, Loki sat up so that you were on his lap. For the final time that night, his cock slowly entered your well-fucked cunt, and both of you sighed at the feeling. He let you set the pace, helping you by holding your hips and moving you up and down on his cock – never going faster than you wanted.

"Come in me," you whispered to him, holding your forehead to his – both drenched in sweat.

Loki smiled and stilled in you – brushing your hair behind your ears. "Gladly," he replied as he started moving with you again.

You could feel him start to shake, and his thrusts became more uneven. At the last moment, you leaned back and pulled him down on top of you – wanting him to take control. He happily obliged, and you wrapped your legs around his back – locking your ankles to hold him as close as possible. He moved a little bit faster – getting himself around the last corner, and then he desperately reached for your face. He grabbed your chin with his hand and gently turned your head so that he could easily capture your lips. As he did, you heard him let out a small moan – one that grew much louder once he started spilling himself inside you for the last time that night. It was clear that he had been controlling himself all night, waiting until this moment to truly go over the edge. You could feel his warm seed filling you up, so much so that you felt the overflow start to come back out, but Loki just thrust himself back in. Your walls throbbing around him only made his orgasm more intense, and the sounds of your fluids mixing were almost as loud as your moans of pleasure.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered on your lips.

He had tears in his eyes, as did you. "I love you, Loki," you whispered back, placing a kiss on his nose. "Thank you."

2 Months Later

Your face was glowing, your smile brighter than it had ever been as you made your way to the bedchamber that you and Loki shared. You were practically skipping your way there. Finally, you were at the door and went to open it but stopped – suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you. What were you going to say? How were you going to say it? What would his reaction be? You didn't have much time to think about it because Loki must have heard your footsteps. He opened the door and looked at you.

"Did you forget how to open a door?" he teased you, walking back into the room with you slowly following. You kept quiet and tried to get your thoughts in order. "Babe?"

"Sorry," you shook your head and smiled. "No, I just...it's," Loki looked at you with a raised eyebrow, confused at your hesitation. Finally, you exhaled a deep breath and spoke. "I'm pregnant."

You watched his face for a reaction, which at first was just a blank stare with rapidly blinking eyes. Eventually, a smile crept across his face, and his eyes glistened with tears.

"Really?" he asked, trying to hold back his excitement, afraid that you may be tricking him. You bit your lip and nodded rapidly. "Oh my God," he sighed and picked you up into his arms – planting a kiss on your lips followed by small pecks all over your face. "This is amazing," he said, his voice muffled in your hair. "Holy..." Finally, he put you back down on your feet and guided you over to the bed. "May I?" he asked as his hand hovered over the non-existent baby bump.

"Yes," you nodded quietly. Loki placed his large hand flat against your stomach and smiled as he thought about the baby growing within. "It's about the size of a pea," you told him.

"It won't be for long," he answered, looking up to your eyes while leaving his hand in its place. "How are you feeling?"

"Nervous," you chuckled. "Um, excited, scared, tired."

Immediately, Loki moved to let you lie down on the bed. "Then my queen shall rest," he insisted.

You giggled. "Loki, it's fine," you told him. "I'm just a little sleepy."

"Any nausea?" he asked with worry. "Tell me if you're nauseous, and I'll have the healers bring anything that will help."

"My love," you chuckled, placing your hands on his shoulders. "I'm fine," you swore. He looked at you skeptically but finally relented.

"You'll tell me that moment you aren't, right, lovebug?" he asked, his eyes wide and written with concern. You nodded and bent down to kiss him. "Also, if anyone does anything you don't wish to be done, just let me know, and I'll – "

You cut him off by pushing him backward on the bed and straddling his lap. "My husband worries too much," you whispered in his ear. "I think he needs to relax a little."

"I cannot help it," he answered. "My wife carries our child."

7 Months Later

"I am so sorry, Thor," you apologized as your dragged Loki away from his older brother. "Please, forgive him – he's not in his right mind."

"Next time, I swear I'll kill you!" Loki yelled, finally giving up the fight with you and exiting the room.

"Loki!" you yelled, stopping Loki from walking away. "Get back here. Now!"

Loki turned around and tried to wrap you in his arms, but you backed away. "Love?"

You scoffed and shook your head. "Seriously?" you asked. "What is your problem?"

Loki looked offended. "My brother could have hurt you!" he defended himself. "Hurt our daughter!"

"Oh my God," you rolled your eyes. "Loki, it was just a hug. That's it. We're fine."

"I don't care," he continued to argue. "Our daughter is growing within you, and I won't risk any harm to either of you." Tears started to gather in your eyes, and Loki quickly closed the gap between the two of you. "Lovebug, come here," he said softly as he pulled you into his arms and rocked you gently. "I apologize for my behavior," he started, placing a cheek on the top of your head. "I just...I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to either of you." He placed a hand on your stomach that held your daughter and wiped your tears with the other. "I can't help being protective of you."

"You're not being protective, Loki," you quietly retorted, wiping the last of your tears with the back of your hand. "You're being overprotective."

"Why is that a bad thing?" he asked, desperate for an answer. "Why is it bad for me to want to protect the two loves of my life?"

"It's not," you sniffled. "But you're attacking your own brother for just giving me a hug," you pointed out. "You and I both know that Thor would do anything to protect his niece."

"You're right," he conceded. "I may have been a bit over the top."

"A bit?" you scoffed.

"Okay, a lot," Loki finally admitted.

"Now, go apologize to him," you ordered.

Loki easily complied with your request, and he walked back into the room. As the door closed behind him, you felt a cramp in your stomach. You grabbed and massaged it – trying to soothe it, but it didn't want to go away. Out of nowhere, the cramp grew to a more painful feeling, and you leaned against a column to steady yourself – taking deep breaths and waiting for it to go away. During your pregnancy, you had more gas than you thought you would, but this was not that. You were certain of that fact when you felt a gush of water spill between your legs and onto the floor.

"Uh oh," you mumbled to yourself. In a panic, you turned your head towards the door and wished for Loki to walk back through it. "Oh, come on," you hissed through gritted teeth. "You never want to socialize." Afraid to move, you leaned on the column for a few more minutes, but you decided it was best to head back towards the gathering – Loki was probably thinking you were going to come back. To your relief, a guard approached you as you slowly made your way down the wall and towards the door.

"Princess Y/N," he called out, running over to you. "Are you alright?"

"No," you sighed, pointing at your stomach and the wet trail you left. "Loki – go get Loki."

Understanding the urgency, the guard sprinted towards the room where everyone was gathering and called out on his way.

"Prince Loki! The princess is in labor!" he yelled loudly.

Loki must have heard him because he quickly opened the door, letting it slam against the wall, and Thor came out behind him, followed by their parents.

"Loki," you whined as he picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he started running towards where the healers were. "Loki, she's coming. It hurts," you cried.

"I know, my love," he said softly, trying to hide his own anxiety. "It's going to be alright."

Thor, Frigga, and Odin closely followed Loki as he carried you to the healers. Once the two of you arrived, you were placed on a bed, and the healers examined you – determining how long it would be until your daughter would be born. The three family members were able to see you before your contractions grew too close, and Loki made it clear that he would not leave your bedside for anything. You grabbed for his hand and squeezed it as one of the worst contractions came.

"Are you ready, Princess Y/N?" one of the healers asked, wanting to make sure you were prepared for your daughter to be born. You nodded, unable to speak due to focusing on your breathing. Carefully, the healers placed each of your feet in the stirrups at the bottom of the bed and readied themselves for the birth of the new royal family member.

"I'm right here," Loki whispered, placing a kiss on the side of your head. "You can do this – just squeeze my hands." He wrapped his other arm around your shoulder so that you could reach up and grab his other hand, using both to help with the pain.

The healer delivering the baby counted down, and once she reached zero, you took a deep breath in and push down into the bed as hard as you could.

Delivering yours and Loki's daughter took a surprising twenty-five minutes, and it was the most painful, bloodiest, difficult, yet happiest twenty-five minutes of your life. After the final push, you felt her slide out of you and into the healer's arms, who immediately placed her on your chest that was only covered by a blanket. For a few seconds, she let out a wail, but it quickly subsided, and she began to coo the best she could.

"Oh my God," you gasped through tears and panting breaths. "Loki, look."

Loki placed a kiss on your cheek and rubbed your daughter's bloody head. "She's perfect." She looked like her father – pale skin and dark hair. Hopefully, when she opened her eyes, they would be the same magnificent blue. "Thank you," he whispered.

"I was wrong," you said flatly as you admired the small being squirming in your arms.

"About what, lovebug?" he asked, similarly admiring the beauty you held.

You looked over at him and smiled wide, placing a kiss on his lips. "There's no such thing as overprotective."

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fushilovebot · 4 years ago

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TAKE ME QUEEN!

gojo satoru

SMUT!ROYAL AU

wherein gojo satoru is a wanted thief captured and thrown beneath your foot to beg for forgiveness— but then things took a different turn.

he was dragged across the floor and thrown at someone's foot.

gojo satoru struggled to hoist himself, cold metal chains restraining his wrists and feet.

"you may all leave." you ordered the knights. watching as they kneel before slipping through the door.

and now it was just you two.

"satoru." you called the male who refused to meet your eyes. he sits with both knees facing the floor, head tilted to the side with his eyes closed.

gojo has always been a stubborn male.

you hummed amused, moving one of your feet to position it under his chin. you forced the male to look at you.

"you dare to disrespect your queen?" you exclaimed, not threateningly, rather the tone indicated in your voice was more teasing than offended.

slowly, gojo opens his eyes. revealing his jewel-like orbs, his lips part. "oh my!" he exclaimed with a look of shock.

"i would never! how dare i, a lowly townfolk, ever do such an obscene act! i sincerely apologize if my actions have made you come to that conclusion. offending the "oh-so-kind-and-loving" queen was never my intention! oh, please forgive me your highness!" the male feigned innocence. batting his lashes mockingly as a shit-eating grin played along the ends of his lips.

deciding to play along, you rose a brow. retracting your foot and pressing your back on the throne. with a deep sigh, you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. "indeed! who would be so brazen as to steal one of the "oh-so-loving-and-kind" queen's precious belongings!"

gojo hums. "who would do such a thing!"

you nod. "the bravest of the bravest!"

he opens his mouth, letting his jaw drop and eyes widen. acting as if he was in utter shock and disbelief. "the bravest of the bravest!" gojo agreed.

you press your lips into a thin line. looking like you were thinking for a good few seconds before doing an expression of realization. "perhaps it was gojo satoru!"

the male then proceeds to look shocked again. gasping he says, "gojo? satoru? but that handsome fellow is innocent!"

"an innocent criminal?" you retort fabricating a look of confusion.

"a criminal who likes playing innocent!" gojo replies with a proud smile.

"indeed!" you agree with a chuckle.

but then the male continues, "much like you!" he laughs.

"much like me!" you laugh along before rising to your feet.

you kept your eyes on the male as he did with you. looking directly at each other with piercing gazes amidst the thick tension that surrounded you two.

"dearest gojo." you called, walking toward the restrained male.

"dearest y/n." he mocked, watching as you near him. walking elegantly in that stupid red dress that hugged your curves.

you stopped just in front of the male, looking down at him. "aren't you acting too brave for your own good?"

gojo flashes a smile. "am i really?"

you bend down to his height. eyes still boring holes to one another. "what a naughty criminal you are."

nose touching, gojo remained unfazed. "and what a dirty whore you are." he inches closer in an attempt to dominate you. but of course, you refused to back down.

drawing closer, your eyes unconsciously flicker down to his body. all bruised on his beautiful snow skin with blossoming shades of dark blue and purple, a ruined shirt that barely passed the requirements of what needed to be covered. you licked your drying lips, warmth overcoming your body as you brought your eyes back to his ocean orbs.

was it your clothes or was it gojo that made you feel all hot and sweaty?

but it wasn't just you who felt burning. gojo was panting too.

you can see it in his eyes and feel it in his hot breaths.

the spark that connected your eyes and the attraction that closed the gap between your bodies— and all of a sudden, both of your lips were intertwined in a short peck. both pulling away before quickly diving right back in.

gojo opened his eyes. your lips were softer than anything he's ever known, soft like cotton candy melting in his tongue as your sweet taste invades his senses.

he knows this is wrong. he knows he shouldn't be enjoying this and he knows he was supposed to be against you. but it felt too damn good.

you tasted so good. so addicting. the taste of your honey-coated teeth and sugary sweet lips made him want you more.

you peel away from the kiss, a lone string of saliva attached to both of your tongues. panting, breathless.

you stared at gojo his eyes still closed, seeming to process what had happened. brows furrowed and tinted ears. lifting a hand, you gently place it on the male's heaving chest. dragging it down at a painfully slow pace as you pressed your forehead against his.

lips grazing on one another, "aren't you all hot and heavy." you murmur. and gojo shivers at the combination of your lips moving against his and your hand making its way to his exposed abs.

the male clicked his tongue, snapping his head to the side. "don't act like you weren't the one who initiated it." he exclaimed, flustered.

you hummed in amusement, eyes glinting with mischief as you shifted to his ear. "and don't act like you did not like it." you whispered.

the male scoffs, "as if!" he rolled his eyes.

"yet your body says otherwise." moving your hand to his hair. "it's bad to lie to yourself, gojo."

gojo shrank. he was so mad and disappointed in himself, embarrassed even. why? because he had only realized that he has a huge ass boner right now.

he was so confused. why was he turned on right now? and out of all the people that could've made him hard it was one of the people he hates the most! out of all the people it was you!

out of words, gojo stays silent. embarrassed and speechless while you let out a light laugh that crushed his already shattered ego.

you ran your thumb across his bottom lip. "do you want this, gojo?" with your free hand you clear his face of stray strands of hair that covered his beauty.

gojo remained silent. internally debating whether he wanted this to stop or not. though without even knowing, his head moves from side to side.

he did not want to stop.

you smile. using your thumb to part his lips once more. "stick your tongue out." you ordered and he gradually did as told.

"very good." you praised, tapping his cheek before going in. lacing your tongues concurrently in a steamy dance. grunts and moans occasionally escaping as you tug on the male's lustrous white locks. brows knitted together in the heat of the passionate kiss.

peeling away, you placed a wet kiss right under his jaw. gently sucking and nipping before using your tongue to soothe the mark that mad been placed. you grin against his smooth skin, now guiding the male to lay back while you drag your tongue all the way down to his abs. ( leaving marks all over as well. )

gojo groans, goosebumps arising as he jolts at the sensation of your soft lips on his clothed bulge. the male twitched, his fingers trembling and toes curling as he struggled from the pain of not getting to feel you.

you gave his clothed member a peck. rubbing it and watching in entertainment as it throbs in need.

"please.." you heard a small whimper, looking up you were met with a new face. a new expression and a new side of gojo.

"please..." he repeats with pleading eyes and a quivering mouth.

and somehow this side of gojo seemed to drive you insane.

deciding to tease the needy male, you shift to his face. "please what?" you grab his chin to hold his head in place.

eye to eye with lustful gazes, both drowning in their immoral desires.

gojo whines. "don't do this to me, y/n."

you rose a brow. "whatever do you mean?" flashing the male a smile.

the male swallowed. "please take me, queen."

though his voice was faint, barely heard, and almost a whisper. you decide to not prolong the teasing, after all, your patience was running low too.

"i hear you." you smile. placing a chaste kiss on his cheekbone— then licking his bottom lip before inserting your tongue inside his wet cavern. exploring his everything, you open his mouth. a string of saliva connected with your separation. gathering some spittle, you spat in the male's mouth.

gojo eagerly swallows your spit. and you smile in satisfaction, watching the cocky male crumble beneath you.

half-lidded eyes, lips ajar, and gasping for air with the mixture yours and his spit rolling down his chin. the chains that restrained him were only a bonus.

maybe you did have a corruption kink.

tracing the love bites you've planted all over his body. you feel gojo shudder under your touch.

'pretty things are always the best.' you thought as you moved down to his throbbing cock.

gojo tries to look at you. however, all of a sudden, his vision was blocked.

"relax, gojo." he heard you say. "i know it irks you to see someone you hate do these to you."

'but i want to see you.' he inwardly replied. yet no words escaped his mouth, instead, a silent moan was what he did. arching his back and grinding his hips, gojo attempts to move against the chains. veins popping and blood running cold with sweat dripping down his forehead.

and you only watched him struggle. swirling your tongue on his swollen tip that leaked precum. you squeezed your legs together, trying to pleasure yourself as you gawk at gojo.

'somehow the blindfold made everything dirtier and hotter.'

dragging your tongue along the side of his shaft, sucking on the visible veins before you settle him whole inside your mouth.

"don't stop," he mumbles, all breathy and hoarse.

though, you were getting needy too. stopping momentarily, you hastily removed all the clothes that seemed to be a hindrance right now. letting your dress fall to the floor and tossing your undergarments to wherever.

you moved to sit on the male's face, your thighs clamping his cheeks. gojo seemed to understand what you wanted, revealing his tongue. he begins with a slow teasing lick from your clit to your folds. you moaned against his dick, vibrations driving him insane.

gojo pokes his tongue out, thrusting it in your little hole that twitched while you hissed in pleasure. butterflies erupting and the fiery pit in the bottom of your stomach tingling. you proceed to choke on his dick. deepthroating the male and pumping his shaft, your tongue working miracles while you suck and gag.

it was torture for gojo. it felt so wrong to do it with you, but he couldn't help it. it felt too good.

how do i stop?

you were like a succubus. i can't get enough of you.

how do i stop?

it should be a sin to feel this good, i feel like i'm in cloud nine.

how do i stop?

you taste amazing. so delicious, that i'm desperate for more.

how do i stop?

your skin melts in my tongue like sweet vanilla candy drizzling in my tip, i just can't get enough.

how do i stop?

i want to explore everything about you. inside-out.

how do i stop?

i don't want to stop.

gojo groans in your pussy. spelling the word 'sinful' and 'pleasure' with his tongue. fortunately, you were too distracted by the incredible sensation to even realize what he was doing.

the 'blindfold' that covered his vision was annoying him. it felt uncomfortable and he wanted to see you.

you were nearing your climax and you knew gojo was too. he was twitching around your mouth so much.

taking him out of your mouth with a pop, you move away from gojo. the male confused with his tongue out. your ungodly fluids coating his tongue.

"i want to see you..." he says, voice strained.

you smile, crawling on top of the male. your pussy aligned to his member. wordlessly, you remove the blindfold from the male.

gojo's breathing hitched, unable to open his eyes for a few moments.

a chuckle left your lips. grinding on his member, you savored the way gojo would wriggle underneath you. the way he would whine and plead for your teasing to stop.

and you would only smile in response. "i hear you." leaning in to capture his lips in a sloppy kiss, you insert his cock in your treasured novelty. the warmth of your pussy wrappig around him as his veins hit every corner of your velvety walls.

heavy breathing bouncing through the walls, screaming, and moaning. legs shaking, hip thrusting, tongue flicking, deep stroking.

the night was long, but not longer than the hours you and gojo fucked.

end.

#jjk smut #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo imagine #gojo smut #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen

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ssamie · 4 years ago

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eight. “nakahara chuuya”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide and mild violence

masterlist. suicide freak!

instead of eating out with the team, her lovely afternoon turned into a not-a-date-but-kinda with chuuya

"yaknow, chuuya.. you haven't changed at all" she commented. she twirled her straw around the glass of her milkshake as she briefly glanced at chuuya from across her

"hah?! what's that supposed to mean??" chuuya exclaimed angrily

"i've always wondered about this" she hummed "but where do you get your embarrassing hats?" she asked

chuuya clicked his tounge as he angrily sipped on his milkshake. "say what you want, vogabond" he said

"i bet you're still going on and on about suicide despite your age, aren't ya?" chuuya sneered

"yeah" she nodded

he sighed and leaned back on his chair. "atleast pretend to deny that" he said

she sighed and leaned back as well. "what are we doing here, chuuya?" she asked with a huff "im guessing it's not a date. well, unless it is, then-"

"shut up! it's a not a goddamn date!" chuuya snapped

she chuckled and threw her hands up in mock surrender. "chill out, chuuya" she cooed "and not like i'd care anyways." she muttered "im still chasing after a certain pudding head so i'd rather this be a little reunion, if anything."

chuuya's scowl softened at her words. his brows nit together as he blinked dumbfoundedly at her.

"you love someone?" he asked, uncharacteristically quiet.

"i wouldn't say love" she shrugged "more like close friends, im currently convincing him to commit a double suicide with me"

"oh." chuuya mumbled

she rested her elbows on the table and placed her chin on her hands. "why did you find me, chuuya." she asked, but with her tone it was more of a demand for the answer

chuuya didn't reply but simply crossed his legs over the other. he chuckled lowly and leaned in closer to her face. "im here to take you down." he whispered "you and your agency may have fooled and escaped from akutagawa, but not me."

chuuya grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head closer, so that their noses were touching.

"im your old partner, after all" he smirked

"indeed you are" she smirked back

chuuya grinned, mischief in his eyes as he roughly pulled her head back and tilting it to the left. he then leaned in and whispered something in her ear.

"what the fuck?" kenma muttered in disbelief

"old partner?" kuroo muttered in confusion

a few of the boys, specifically kenma, kuroo, yaku, lev, and yamamoto, were hiding at the other side of the cafe. they were seated by the farthest booth covered by a huge plant, trying to spy on the two. thanks to chuuya's loud voice, they were able to hear bits of the conversation.

"maybe they were lovers?" lev suggested with an innocent smile on his face

"who even is he?" yamamoto asked in a whisper

"well, he could be an ex boyfriend or a friend, we wouldn't really know" yaku said with a sigh

"he has a point" kuroo sighed "we don't really know anything about her, if you think about it"

"we don't know what she was doing or who she was with before this"

"whatever, just shh!" yamamoto shushed him

"ah! i think he looked at me for a quick second" lev shuddered nervously

"what?? he saw you??" yaku asked frantically "that's because your head is almost touching the fucking ceiling! get down!"

"he's looking this way!" yamamoto whisper shouted

"shut up, yamamoto! you're too obvious!"

chuuya grumbled as he met eyes with the boys. he briefly glared at them before averting his eyes back to the girl. "those brats are watching us. tch" he said

"i know" she shrugged nonchalantly. "though, i would advise you not to hurt them" she chuckled

chuuya smirked and stared her down tauntingly.

"or what?"

"i'll kill you."

"ah, i see.." she hummed "you led me here to fight, is that it?" she looked around the deserted alleyway he brought them to.

chuuya clicked his tounge and nodded in response.

"well, i appreciate it" she chuckled "i wouldn't want kenma to see such violence"

"stop babbling about that kenma and fight me!" chuuya scowled as he ran towards her, throwing punches which she dodged. just as he was about to hit her, she grabbed his arm and punched him in the stomach, making him cough out his saliva.

"you call that a punch?!" he exclaimed as he swung his fist straight to her stomach, sending her back until she hit the wall.

"it doesn't even count as a massage." chuuya sneered "get up." he scoffed

she sighed and lifted herself up from the ground, stretching her arm and wincing in slight pain. "geez, i thought my blocking arm would get torn off" she said with a soft chuckle

"she predicted my moves.." chuuya whispered to himself

"we've known each other for a long time, chuuya. i know everything about you, your moves, your pacing." she said

"i wouldn't have been a proper partner if not, right?" she said with a teasing smile

"tch" chuuya scowled and threw a punch at her again.

she groaned in pain as his fist made contact with her cheek. "why are you so weak?" chuuya asked. just before she could fall back, he caught her by the neck, pushing her back against the wall and squeezing hard on her throat.

"the y/n i know would never be cornered down this fast, this easily." he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "what're you plotting in that head of yours"

she didn't answer but simply smirked as his grip on her throat tightened.

"answer me or i'll kill you!" chuuya exclaimed "right here, right now!"

"no you won't." she stated with a carefree smile "after all, i am a former mafia executive. and a current traitor, as you all see me." she chuckled "my execution for those reasons would be the council's desicion"

she smirked as chuuya's expression morphed into one of conflict and distress

"if you do kill me before that decision without permission, your act will be considered as betrayal" she said "you'll be punished, or worse, executed" she cooed

"and if i overlook all of those and kill you, you'll still be happy since you still managed to die." he scowled

she smiled and waved her hand about. "yeah, so go ahead. cmon!"

chuuya scoffed as she simply continued to pester him.

"coommmee ooonnnnn~"

chuuya didn't answer but simply stabbed a dagger straight to the wall beside her head. the blade managed to graze her cheek, letting a lone drop of blood travel down her skin up to the bandages on her neck.

she chuckled as she watched him stomp off in irritation. "oh, you're not going to?"

"chuuya driven out of the organization because of me had a nice ring to it too" she laughed

"shut up." he scowled

she plucked the blade out of the concrete wall and waved it around with a teasing look on her face. "well then, aren't you gonna walk me back like a proper gentleman? ~" she cooed

"like hell i will!" he snapped back. he sighed and turned back around, continuing to make his way out of the deserted alleyway.

"just shut your mouth and get outta here, you ass" he said as he lazily waved his hand in goodbye.

"i'll try to find a man or woman willing to kill themselves next time" he said

in an instant, her eyes sparkled. she looked at his retreating figure with wide eyes and a look of delight. "chuuya!" she exclaimed "i had no idea you were such a good person!" she said

"that was my way of saying 'go to hell', idiot!" chuuya barked back

"let me tell you this, y/n" he said "don't think this will be the end of it."

"there will be no second chance!" he yelled

she simply smiled fondly and shook her head "no, wrong!" she sneered "dont you think you're forgetting something?" she called out, making him stomp in anger

"dont-you-think-youre-forgetting-something? ~" she sang out

reluctantly, chuuya buckled his knees and pointed at her with a fake bashful look. "there will be no second chance!" he exclaimed in a higher pitched voice, imitating a girl.

she didn't respond with the proper reply they agreed on, but simply looked at him with a blank smile.

chuuya blinked back and repeated his words.

"n-no second chance.. HEY YOU SHOULD BE LAUGHING!"

"well, he didn't walk me back after all" she sighed to herself. she was currently making her way back to the agency since kunikida has been calling her nonstop. the megane has been whining about her missing work, while atsushi was simply begging her to come back to keep kunikida calm

on her way back, she passed a convenience store, which had an annoyingly huge amount of people bickering infront of it.

"oya?" she mumbled

"what's happening- eh?" she sweat dropped upon seeing yamamoto arguing with a man

she looked around to meet eyes with kenma, who looked like he wanted to anywhere else but there. kuroo noticed her too and smirked at his friend. "your lady's here, kyanma" he teased

kenma looked at her, a look of impatience and discomfort present in his face.

"good evening, everyone!" she greeted loudly

this caused all three of the nekoma boys, and three of the huge muscular men to look her way.

"what seems to be the problem here?" she asked with a nonchalant grin

"oi. walk away quietly before we give you some trouble, girl." the man arguing with yamamoto scowled

she simply side eyed him before looking back at kenma. "ken-ken, whyre you out so late?" she asked with a smile "i thought you had a new game you wanted to play"

"well.. they won't let us go." kenma answered quietly, pointing to the men with a frown

she faced the men with an exaggerated pout "why are you bastards causing my pudding trouble, hm?" she asked in a scolding tone

"y/n-chan.. you shouldn't provoke them" kuroo said with a nervous smile

"hah?! you tryna act tough, lil girl?" the men laughed "these scoundrels have been loitering in our spot." one man scowled "so we came to teach them a lesson." he grinned maniacly as he lifted the hem of his shirt, showing the gun inserted in his pocket.

"good grief." she sighed "another angsty gang. this is getting old" she whined "last time i checked, you didn't own this store so these boys are free to stay here whenever they want" she said

"and carrying a gun without a liscense is a major offense." she pointed to his pocket.

she then pushed kuroo, kenma and yamamoto away. "but since you're so hell bent. we'll spare you the trouble."

"good riddance~" she cooed at the men

she pushed the nekoma boys by their backs, urging them to walk faster while yamamoto looked back to flip them off.

"oi oi oi,, not so fast" the men laughed. one of them tugged her back by her arm, laughing once he saw the bandages and the cuts she had on her face from her previous fight with chuuya.

"a girl like you tryna act tough is laughable. but since you're here, you might as well play nice and be our little toy"

she grimaced and pulled her arm back, sending them a dirty look.

"after all, it's pay back for giving us all a headache." he said with a smirk

"oi! get your filty hands off y/n-chan!" yamamoto exclaimed angrily

she looked back at him and smiled in gratitude, though she simply tucked her hands in her pockets and ignored them.

"im afraid i won't be agreeing to your request." she scoffed "we'll be leaving now" she announced as she grabbed yamamoto and pulled kuroo and kenma along

"get back here, you bastards!" the most bulky man reached out, trying to grab one of them.

unfortunately for him, the person he manged to grab was kenma.

"h-hey!" kenma shrieked, trying to pull his arm back

she stopped in her tracks and immediately ran back to his aid. she pulled his other arm back and shielded him with her body. "hands off." she said with a dark look in her eyes.

"you little-" the man was cut off as a fist came contact with his face.

a loud and unnerving cracking and popping of bones could be heard as her fist rammed on his face.

"my, my.." she cooed, holding her hand up as she watched the man stumble back on the ground. "normally i'd say i'd hate for this to resort in violence.. "

"but that would be a lie" she chuckled

kuroo, kenma, and yamamoto gulped as they watched the fight ensue. "y-y/n-chan, let's just leave." kuroo says nervously "the guys have guns" he warned

"correction. one of them has a gun." she said

the two remaining men laughed at her claim and pulled out guns of their own. "don't get so cocky, little girl"

she simply ignored them and continued speaking to kuroo, as if it were a normal conversation. "those two blockheads don't have a single bullet in theirs." she said nonchalantly

the two men gulped as they laughed nervously.

"only an idiot would point a revolver at someone without a single presence of a bullet in them." she laughed

"ah, sorry kuroo-san! another correction. none of them have a utile weapon in hand" she chuckled

kuroo cocked his head in confusion. "then what about him.." he pointed to the man on the ground

the poor fellow who had to take a gruesome hit was still on the ground, sporting a broken nose and a missing tooth.

"you see, stuffing a gun in your pocket is pretty stupid!" she scoffed "stupid, stupid stupid!" she taunted. she stuck her tongue out at them and pulled on her eye, teasing them like a child.

"it'd be easy for the other person to grab it." she said "that being said.."

she showed them the gun, hanging on her finger by the trigger guard. she smirked and pointed it at the bruised man, ignoring the other two as her finger grazed the trigger.

"now.. tell me, mister." she cooed "are you the leader of this gang?" she asked

"y-yes." the man answered reluctantly

surprisingly, she didn't pull the trigger on him, but simply smiled in delight. "i see!" she exclaimed with a smile "well then, since you're the top dog, i'd say you should tell your little puppies to run off and leave my friends alone!"

"i-"

before he could utter another word, she pulled the trigger. but she didn't shoot him of course! she refuses to expose her friends to such inhumane acts.

"good! im glad to hear that!" she cheered happily, a stupid and giddy grin forming on her lips.

she thew the gun in a nearby canal and stuffed her hands back in her pockets. "if i see you bothering anyone else again," she trailed off, her grin faltering as an aloof expression loomed her features

"i'll punch you twice and shoot you five times."

but as quickly as she it had disappeared, her smile once again came to light. "well then, it's getting late.. bye-bye!" she waved at them

the men took this as a signal to run, which they did.

the three nekoma boys looked at each other with a horrified and hesitant expression before looking back at her.

"y/n..?" kenma called out

she turned around, her aura softening as her (e/c) orbs clashed with his honey hued ones.

"well then, let's head home?" she said to them

"uh.. we were-" kuroo cut himself off by clearing his throat. "we were heading to the train station!"

"perfect! should i walk you there?" she asked them "the agency is a few blocks down the station so it should be fine"

"y-y/n-chan!" yamamoto exclaimed "hm?" she hummed back questioningly "marry me!" yamamoto exclaimed, his eyes wide with a pink hue coating his cheeks

"sorry, yamamoto-kun" she cooed "but marriage is the farthest thing i have in mind at the moment"

she glanced at kenma, who was too busy silently hissing and glaring at yamamoto to notice even her

"i do, however, have our double suicide in mind, kenma-kun" she said. kenma stopped with his cat-like hissing and looked at her. "oh.. is that so.."

"mhm. well then, you all should head back!" she said “but kenma, you should stay with me!" she proposed

"why?" kenma sweatdropped

"we could have loads of fun back in my place! you'll love that, won't you?" she asked excitedly. she hugged his arm close and rested her head on his shoulder, thus making walking a bit hard for them, but she didn't mind.

"no."

"aww! we could share the bed, and have-"

"oya oya~" kuroo cooed "am i hearing this correctly~"

"y/n-chan!! marry me instead! I'd love to stay at your place!" yamamoto cried

"ke-n-ma~ what do you say?" she cooed, blatantly ignoring yamamoto. kenma grumbled and looked away from them. he tried to pull his arm away from her, but failed.

"how are you guys acting so normally?" he asked "are we not gonna talk about y/n just beating up some guy and firing a gun?"

"nope!" she hummed

"what we will talk about, however, is my proposal of staying at my place!" she whined "i could please you all night long-"

"im walking away now." kenma announced as he pulled his arm from her and fastened his pace

"wait! i was talking about games and movies!" she reasoned out with a laugh "kenma!"

"i am walking away. goodbye."

im so bad at writing fights smh 😔

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ranmanjuu · 5 years ago

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Hello! Sorry about the slowness of your blog, so here’s a request! How MC that can do Magic Tricks? Not Harry Houdini, but card tricks and making a coin“disappear”. Can you please do this with the Oda forces? Thank you!

ok so like,, idk what’s considered “harry houdini” magic and what’s not (from what i understand it’s illusion/escape magic [although that’d be a cool hc] so wow my ‘cut assistant in half’ idea is out the window..,,.,,. and i’m not sure if some of these are considered illusion magic or not). and also i don’t know enough about magic tricks at all and i just picked some mainstream ones and like,,,... one (1) trick that my brother could do. also i don’t have too much knowledge of how some of them work,, but here ya go:

—nobunaga:

the moment nobunaga told you to bring proof of you being from the future, of course your first thought was to get your purse. tipping the bottom up, all of its content spilled on the floor.

and while the lord was observing your phone, your own eyes landed on the card deck you brought from your last magic show. with a small grin, you picked it up, “hey nobunaga, instead of that go game let me show you something.”

he turned to you with an expectant gaze, “as long as it’s as entertaining, lucky charm.”

your grin widened, and the cards were shuffled expertly in your hands. pushing the rest of the items aside, you spread them out in front of nobunaga in a row, “pick a card, any card.”

his brows lifted at your request, but does it anyway. he pulls out one from the middle; a king of spades. “alright, now don’t show me it.” he’s a bit confused as to what you’re going to do, but he’s also intrigued. you pat the floor, gesturing him to set the card down whilst hiding it, and he does.

you tell him to pick a section to hide it in, and he picks the one near the end. the deck is shuffled again entirely, and you lay it down on the floor facing up.

“now,” you say, and nobunaga finds himself leaning closer to you, “i’ll try and pick your card out.”

he watches as your eyes sweep through each card, before pulling out a king of spades. his card.

“is this your card, ‘my lord’?”

he’s stone faced at first, then a small twinkle sparks in his eyes, “perhaps you’ll be much more entertaining that i thought. show me more, fireball.”

and now, between the ruthless games of go, you often show him the tricks you’ve learnt. it brings a sort of boyish excitement to him, and he really reminds you of your own audience.

and sometimes, he teases about you being a goddess of trickery, fishing his heart to be yours.

it’s quite adorable, to see the devil king be like that.

—hideyoshi:

the unknown and general foreign atmosphere from the castle was something you couldn’t bear most of the time. the distrust from hideyoshi, the rough personalities that were wildly different from your time—there was a limit until your soul had to take a rest.

and your escape was to the town. you were a magician, someone who entertained others. and you sure as hell weren’t going to perform for the castle! so you went to the common folks.

your bright and extroverted attitude quickly spread among mostly the youths; kids would often surround you with their hyper-energized excitement, and you’d get along nicely! you’ve started performing too, at the fields where the children play.

so each day, you’d come down from the castle with a new trick to show the kids. it’s a nice change of pace from the war.

meanwhile, hideyoshi was still very doubtful of you, and between what free time he had, you’d be gone from the castle.

however one day, he managed to trail along from a free day (one forcefully given by nobunaga). seeing you carry some suspicious items wrapped in cloth downtown didn’t settle right with him, so he hid in the shadows as you approached the main streets, and onto the place you usually perform at.

he sees you setting up some things on a table, said things still covered in cloth. a girl approaches you shyly, and you smile brightly at her. crouching down, the two of you began talking about something he couldn’t hear. and after a nod from the girl, she seemed to,,, hand you something.

uh oh, his alert is up! his hand mindlessly gripped his sword as you carried the bundle of unknown things and bellow the table. finally, it’s showtime.

more and more kids ran to your table, shouting excitedly about, “the azuchi magician is performing!”

and that couldn’t help but melt his heart, just a bit.

you were in a black and white kimono (a substitue for a tuxedo) and a hat he never seen anyone wear (top hat). he watches silently as you act out a silent performance, showing the insides of your hat empty. you pull out a black wand with a white tip (a weapon?! he thought) and tapped the hat three times. suddenly...

a rabbit jumped out! not only were the kids surprised, hideyoshi himself was gaping slightly too. were you some sort of enchanter?

as the show was over, the crowd dispersed. the white rabbit sat on the table being happily petted by you. a girl approaches you again—it’s the same as before.

you smile at her and gave a gentle pat on the head, “thank you for lending me your rabbit, tomoka! you really did help me with this one, y’know?”

the girl, tomoka, he noted, blushed lightly. “n-no. . .thanks for the performance, azuchi magician,,!”

the way you smiled, so earnestly like that to the common folk and treating them normally. . . maybe hideyoshi could start trusting you.

—mitsuhide:

most of your props were in your bag, and it was starting to cram the space inside it. so you sprinkled it around your room—it was the closest you had to decoration of your own. but it proved to be quite,,,, troublesome, so to say, for it to just lie around.

and you learnt such when you came to mitsuhide’s manor (as per his request) and finding him with all your things. all.

“so,” he began, and you fell the cold sweat creeping in, “it seems our little mouse is rather. . . noxious.”

“,,,, i can explain.”

“i’d love to hear why you have such peculiar items at your possession.” there was a smile on his face,,, but it felt like there wasn’t. you explained your future situation, and he listened in silence.

he hummed, and questioned each item you had, and you answered the best you can. most of it related to your profession, he noticed. but there was just one thing. . .

“then tell me,” he pulls out a sword, and your temperature drops a thousand degrees, “why do you have this?”

“ ,,,, i͟ c͟a͟n͟ e͟x͟p͟l͟a͟i͟n͟.”

you held the sword in your hands, all the while glancing up at the other every milisecond to see if your life wasn’t in danger. and with a burst of unknown confidence, you pulled the tip of the blade to your mouth, and proceeded to insert it deeper and deeper.

you couldn’t see mitsuhide’s reaction—you didn’t want to—as the sword got “deeper” into your throat. by the time you’re finished, if it were real, it would’ve ended by your stomach.

and slowly, you pulled it out, with a pathetic addition of, “it’s a magic trick thing too.”

your eyes absolutely refused to meet his, just opting to burn its stare into the ground. mitsuhide smirked. his suspicion was definitely there—but the innocent way you did that was just so cute.

“i’m beginning to wonder what your intentions are, shoving such a thing deep into your mouth in front of a man, in his quarters, little mouse.”

—masamune:

ever since masamune found out about your previous occupation, he’s always begged you to show them off (the more dangerous, the better). most of the time, you’ll cave in and do a really popular trick known in the community, then tell him off for a bit. it’s all in good fun, really.

but now both of you were bored, and you knew from experience in the case of the one-eyed dragon being bored, the time will only come before he wrecks absolute shit again just for the hell of it.

so you want to post-pone that, at least.

you pulled out three ceramic cups and a small gold coin, setting them on the table. his eyes were on you now, “what’re ya doin’, lass?”

you smiled with a tint of mischief, “how about we play a game?” at the mere mention of that got him to sit up with a wild grin of his own, “loser has to do what the winner says. anything they say.”

considering it’s masamune, you potentially had a lot on the line. but you were experienced enough—hopefully.

you explained the simple rules to him: you’ll put the coin underneath one of the cups, shuffle it, then he has to guess which one has it. easy peasy.

usually you’d do it slower or quicker, but again, it’s masamune. maybe he can slip a sight of what you did and if you lose, it’ll be a tiresome rest of the day.

your hands moved swiftly and expertly, shuffling between the three cups. and his eyes were trained on them like a tiger to its prey. and in the midst of all the sliding around, you passed the coin from one cup to another.

and once you were done, you set the three ceramic pieces in a row.

“pick, masa.”

his eyes were certain, full of confidence, as he pointed at the left one. a grin ripped its way to your face, when it’s revealed there’s nothing there.

his good eye widened a bit, before narrowing down in slight thrill. “ya really are a witch, lass.”

—ieyasu:

ieyasu wasn’t as expressive about his love in the public sometimes. he’d use an indirect and often contrarian way to do so—just like he did the first few times you met. and you yourself loved to give him little bouts of affection, mostly through words and the likes.

that day was a hot one, with the two of you just lazing about in his manor. you had your deck of cards on you, just shuffling them around mindlessly. as your mind wandered, you stopped as an idea surfaced.

with a small smile, you went out from the room ieyasu was in, just to write something on a card, and so he wouldn’t see. once you came back, he directed a raised eyebrow at you.

“hey ieyasu,” you call out to him casually, picking out a card from your deck. an ace of hearts, between your fingers and facing him, “wanna see some magic?”

his eyebrow rose higher, and you flip around the card between your fingers smoothly. his gaze trailed over each time you threw it up in the air, twisting your hand in mostly useless moves, and suddenly—

the card was gone from your hands. just like that.

for a moment, he was rendered speechless. the sight was adorable, really; his lips slightly parted and eyes widened just a crack.

the smile grew from your face, and just like before, you seem to materialize a card out of nowhere. without a chance to see it clearly, you put it in ieyasu’s hand facing down.

he flipped it. the ace of hearts, but on it were scribbled he words “i ♥ you"

“. . .you’re so silly, you know that?”

—mitsunari:

as a magician, certain props were set up for a specific trick. meaning they don’t work how it normally would; but such didn’t really bother you when your habit of shuffling cards while thinking came into effect.

but mitsunari, despite not noticing most things about other people, was highly observational. with a small smile, his attention turned from your lesson, the ones he taught you in, and unto the deck in your hands.

“yesterday the back of it was blue, and now it’s red. do you own several of these?”

you paused, looking up at his lilac eyes with a small grin, “yep. wanna know why?”

the way he tilted innocently was too much to take. so you opted to distract yourself by spreading every cards facing up on the table, “this is how a normal deck looks like, right?”

“yes, as i’ve seen from you before.”

the grin on you slowly widened as you got into your magician self, collecting the cards into a neat stack. you mimic casting a spell on it, swirling your hands above it as mitsunari stared at you, mistified.

once you were done, you spread the cards down again. one major difference stuck out: all the cards were now king of diamonds. every single one.

mitsunari let out a small gasp, picking out a random card and observing it from all angles. the way he looked so serious was a bit cute—you’ll admit.

only your giggle brought him back to reality. you collected the cards again, did the hand motions, and the deck was back to normal. aside from the king of diamonds left in his hand—which was the only one from the deck, coincidentally.

“—!” he calls your name with bouts of admiration, “you’re so miraculous! perhaps you’re a goddess blessed on us.”

you waved the accidental flattery he said, but a blush still got to your cheeks.

—ranmaru:

ranmaru was quite a childish one, you figure out soon. it doesn’t take talking with him long to see the way his eyes light with such innocent, child-like wonder. he reminds you a lot of the children you often performed for—the way he saw the world was so much alike to how their eyes filled with amazement each time you went on stage.

thus, it was soon when you invited him to your room with the intention of showing your skill off to him, just to get a feel of how it was like before you got dragged into the sengoku period.

you wanted to ease him in first, so you went with a small thing.

as the conversation of mostly random topics ran about, your fiddled and flipped a coin in your hand. his eyes would sometimes trail at how your fingers could balance such a small thing so quickly, quieting his voice by astonishment.

“ranmaru, wanna see something cool?” you quickly interjected the conversation. his nods were fast, eyes ripping away from the coin and to your own.

you threw the coin up in the air, occasionally balancing the small piece of gold with the tips of your fingers. one last throw, it lands in your palm, and you shut it swiftly. he’s watching closely, dazed by your minor performance.

you opened your palm; the coin’s gone.

“—eh?!” a surprised yelp escaped him, “where did it go. . .?”

ranmaru looked up to you for answers, and you just shrug casually with a tiny smile. your hands were taken in his, his own fingers flipping it around and even patting down the sleeves of your kimono to check if it fell down there. after no luck, his eyes roamed to the floor to see if you just threw it, somehow. nothing.

slowly, his head turned back to you, with eyes so filled with stars it could be a galaxy. “—! you’re a miracle! so cool, how’d you do that?!”

you’re right, he is like the kids you perform for.

“as they say,” all you answered was to put your index finger to your lips, and send him a wink, “a magician never reveals their secret~!”

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thotsforvillainrights · 5 years ago

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If it ok can I have chrono x reader rough smut Reader teases chrono the whole time while they work,while on their lunch break chrono takes reader To one of the empty rooms and show her why she shouldn’t tease him while he works .😉😉❤️

(As usual, the reader will be neutral so all the Kurono fans can insert themselves!)

~Retribution~

-Hari Kurono Smut-

Retribution- punishment inflicted on someone as vengeance for a wrong or criminal act.

Things were slowing down at the base where you shared employment with your boyfriend Hari. Today everyone seemed to be working at their own pace, and Overhaul even seemed to be in a relatively good mood as well. However, just because things were chill it didn’t mean they were exactly ‘fun’ to be exact. With the relaxed and slow atmosphere, bordem was rearing it’s ugly head. With the bordem rolling in, you realized you still had so many hours of work left on the clock. The good thing to anticipate was your lunch break at least. Lucky for you, Overhaul had permitted that you and Hari take the breaks together in exchange for not letting your romance get in the way of work. Still, you had only so long to go before you could converse with your love.

As the clock ticked away and you shuffled through the files in the base, you began to let your mind wander to Hari. Usually you tried not to think of him while working because you could become distracted easily, but it was getting a little closer to break time so you let yourself relax as well. Your thoughts wandered to last night...more particularly upon the shower you two shared last night. You fully intended to make more out of it but you realized Hari wasn’t on the same page as you last night. He was so worn out from running errands all day and he just wanted to unwind with you in the shower. As soon as you two got out of the bathroom, he fell right asleep moments later. He was so tired that he slept in the nude with the towel still wrapped around his waist. You didn’t have it in you to wake him up after seeing how tired he was, so you let him get his rest last night. While he was sleeping, you were tossing and turning, trying to keep your hands off of him. After all...

There was nothing more tempting than a naked Hari right next to you. It didn’t help when his morning ‘surprise’ was on full display earlier today. You let out a breathy sigh and shoved the last folder into it’s drawer before peeking up at the clock on the wall. “Oh thank God.” You smiled when you realized lunch was getting closer. Most of the files you were organizing where done with, and now you got to progress to cleaning/sanitizing the base. While you worked, Hari passed by once. He was trailing in a line behind Overhaul, Mimic, and Tengai. Usually you two avoided each other, but this time he stuck behind for a second while the others kept moving forward. He smiled at you, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and rushed to catch back up to the others. Moments later, your phone buzzed and you received a text from him.

-Just something to get you through the day :)

You smiled at the message sweetly before suddenly the tone changed. Mischief set in and you just had to do something to knock off the steam from the night before. Maybe if you teased him a bit, he’d let loose on you when you two got home tonight? You smirked and looked around before sneaking off to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, you locked the door behind you and slipped your pants off to snap a pic or two of your most ‘private’ areas. Then you sent them to Hari and attached a message on the side that said “Just something to get you through the day ;)” You hadn’t even left the bathroom before your phone buzzed in your hand.

-You’re playing with fire little girl/boy/baby. Keep messing around and I swear you’ll learn your place.

You didn’t take the threat to heart. In fact, it was what you anticipated from him. You caught him, and now he’s wrapped around your finger. You smirked, sent another suggestive text, and left the bathroom before putting you phone on silent. This was sure to get him stirred up! Along the way towards the supply room #8, you spotted Hari pulling something from the ground up. Overhaul was turned away, speaking with Hojo about some issues. You snuck up behind Hari, licked the shell of his ear and blew a gentle breath. From the back, you could easily see the way his face began to grow into a blush. For him, any and ALL ear work was enough to fire him up. It was his weak point. “What the hell are you doing?!” He whisper yelled at you. You simply smirked and shrugged innocently. “Working.” You winked before fluttering off in the opposite direction, quickly enough so that Overhaul wouldn’t have noticed you when he turned around. Halfway through cleaning, you decided to take your phone off silent mode, and read the messages that Hari sent and boooooy was he fuming. It was all according to your plan of course. You fully anticipated to be ran into the mattress later tonight, but Hari had different plans for you. As soon as the clock landed on the time for your break, you went to find him leaning against the wall and waiting for you. You hadn’t even had time to ask him what he wanted to get delivered before he was pushing and shoving you into the nearest abandoned room. He locked the door behind him and turned to give you that cold stare that he was so good at doing. “So you think this is some sort of game, eh?” He smirked darkly at you, slowly stepping forward and pushing you back at the same time. Your back reached the wall on the other side of the small room in no time. He pressed himself up against you and moved to lock you into place on either side of his arms. “H-Hari, what about lu-lunch? Aren’t you hung-g-gry?” You asked him nervously, ignoring the heat rising in your loins. “Oh lunch huh? Actually I was just planning on having you instead.” He halfway joked before dropping to his knees and unbuttoning your pants. He had to work fast since you only had a little bit of time to do this. Granted he could’ve waited until later tonight when you both got off, but Hari was ready to go right now. He clearly displayed that same enthusiasm by the way his mouth worked on you. It was tough getting hot and heavy in the base because the walls were thin. At any moment, someone could pass by and hear the noises you were making. As a countermeasure, you bit your hand to muffle the sounds.

Hari took this as a challenge.

He began to maneuver his tongue in such a way that he jerked the first orgasm out of you faster than you could have ever imagined. You couldn’t move due to the fact he had his free hand gripping your nipple, threatening to pinch it tightly if you stepped out of line. The other hand gripped your hips so tightly that he was sure to leave a mark after you were done. On top of that, he kept working you through your orgasm up until you were sensitive. Over-stimulation was his clear goal...an obvious punishment he laid on the table. “Please Hari, just get it over with.” You begged him in a silent voice, squirming to try and get him off of you. He growled lowly and gave your side a tight squeeze while pinching your nipple as a threat. “You better be patient with me, darling. I do mean that.” You whined when he moved his hand from your hip and began touching you slowly. “Teasing me at work and not expecting me to do a single thing about it? Honestly that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard of. You know what though?” He teased you with his tone of voice, picking up his speed in ministrations and driving you crazy. “You’ll get just what you deserve for teasing me like this. A little retribution sex never hurt anybody.” As soon as he said that, he applied just the right amount of pressure to leave you a sweaty mess as you came once again under his touch. “Already? I haven’t even gotten inside of you yet.” He sighed in false disappointment before pulling away from you. You sighed in relief, stumbling to the side for a bit as your legs tried to stabilize after the orgasms he granted you. “What are you doing?” You asked him breathlessly as he walked toward the doorway. He turned to you and smirked. “I’m getting back to work. Lunch is over and besides...

That was just a little something to get you through the day. See ya when we get off later on. Then I’ll finish your punishment.” He winked and headed out the door, leaving you a wobbly mess while you leaned against the wall.

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 6 years ago

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Come on, let loose- S.R.

Summary: What happens when you comfort Steve about his quietness when in public with him?

18+ smut/lemon (however you wanna call it) it started out really innocent and fluffy but as you will see it took a different turn

Steve sometimes can be a little ’following by the rule book’ and it can be very much hard for him to let loose and to have fun. Y/n knew that very well but even she sometimes wanted to have fun but having Steve by her and waving his index finger like a protective mother was starting to be too much. She loved him of course but she just wanted to have with him when they are in public with their friends.

Like now, Bucky was talking to Y/n about his weekend while Steve trailed back behind them. Y/n sighed a little as she glanced at her boyfriend.

‘He was like that back in the days.’ Bucky says to Y/n trying to lift her spirit a little

Y/n nods as she continues her conversation with Bucky, her mood getting better almost forgetting about the quiet Steve.

‘Today was great.’ Y/n said happily as she entered the apartment she shared with Steve.

The atmosphere was getting bland with Steve being like this the whole time not saying a single word to her. And frankly, she had enough. Walking to Steve she sits next to him on the couch facing him, his eyes glued to the black screen TV.

‘What’s wrong Steve?’ Y/n asks confidently ‘You are always like this when we are in public... Every. Single. Time. Why?’

Steve huffs as he stays silent not giving Y/n any answer. She scoffs at his behavior.

‘That’s what I’m talking about. Did I do something wrong?’

Steve shakes his head. Y/n stands up from the couch trying to keep her bubbling anger and frustration at a minimum.

‘If you will act like this then I will get going.’

Steve turns to her grabbing her hand in his stopping her tracks. Y/n stops looking at Steve as he stands up to face her finally.

‘I’M sorry.’

That’s the words you don’t hear from captain America every day. To be with him, of course, is a blessing within its self but he was a very proud man rarely apologizing if he was certain that he was right. Steve was stubborn, there was no other way to put it so hearing him saying THOSE words it’s certainly a first for Y/n.

‘I’m just in my head when we are in public because... when I see you laugh with others it makes me a little jealous.’ he says as if the weight of the words weighted a thousand pounds he carried with him all day long.

Of course... how could she not see this. Steve didn’t say anything because he feared he will be portrayed as the jealous boyfriend so he played the cold-quiet emo boy card. Y/n sighs as she hits his shoulder with half of her strength.

‘Idiot...’ Y/n smiles seeing his signature smile appear on his face something she longed to see.

Steve looks at he caressing her squishy cheek thinking to himself the consequences if he stayed silent more and how much more damage it would bring. He himself knew what he and Y/n had was special and one-of-a-kind love and respect for each other.

‘I don’t want to change you in any way... I just want you to let loose, to have fun to enjoy the world and the wonders of it with me, of course, don't want you now going with some...’

Steve smiles at her kind words as he leans down kissing her lips softly. Y/n closes her eyes enjoying the affection she is receiving. Letting him take controls she rests her hands on his shoulder softly scratching the back of his head with her nails, giving him goosebumps. He snakes his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him, eliciting a muffled moan from Y/n. Y/n moves her arms away from his shoulders as her skilled hands unbutton his shirt. Steve pulls away from the now erratic kiss looking at Y/n seeing in her eyes mischief mixed with pure lust. Without saying a word Steve lifts her up letting Y/n wrap her legs around his waist.

As the atmosphere got intense so did Steve himself, as he let the thought of a comfy bed go past him and compensated for the nearest wall, pushing his lover against it.

‘You want me to let loose?’ Steve breathes out the question as he kisses her neck while trying to remove her clothes.

‘YES!’ Y/n almost screams out as she feels up of Steve’s chest.

Steve doesn’t reply as he discards Y/n pants throwing them far aside and cupping her wet pussy. Y/n seethes out as she feels his finger probing into her while still wearing her underwear. Steve looks at Y/n expression seeing her eyes closed shut, her mouth slightly open breathing out numerous moans. He was lucky.

‘Look at me!’ Steve orders as he continues to finger her mercilessly, feeling her juice trailing down to his fingers. A sight only for his eyes.

Y/n tries her best opening her eyes but the feeling of his fingers inside her was just too much to handle with open eyes. Steve scoffs not liking the way she didn’t oblige to his only request. He quickly takes his away from her pussy preventing her from an amazing orgasm. With that same hand, he smacks her ass slightly as he hears a small yelp by the surprised and shocked Y/n as her eyes opened. Steve looks at her seeing her eyes locked onto his, his head going close to his mouth as he inserts his two fingers into his mouth cleaning them with his tongue. Y/n silently gulps at the sight in front of her, the one and only Steve cleaning his finger with his tongue that was in her pussy. Yes

‘Sweet just as you.’ Steve says seeing Y/n’s eyes locked onto his, her full attention on him, solely on him.

Y/n moans again as she feels his hard dick at her entrance, teasing her and himself a little. Steve winks at his lover as he lowers her down on his dick slowly. Y/n gasps feeling his dick slowly entering her at an agonizingly slow pace.

'Steven...' She whines out trying to beg put to get faster but only saying his name.

'That's my name sweetness don't you forget it.'

He chuckles as he starts to thrust out slowly and slamming roughly into her. As Y/n watched Steve she felt an energy coming from him like a... new Steve a more dominant and stern lover. Steve picks up the pace while Y/n starts leaving hickeys on his neck biting hard on his neck. With the two lovers trying to please each other to their best extent, their orgasms came crashing onto them. Leaving Y/n a screaming mess and Steve a silent breather leaning his head on Y/n’s shoulder. A few minutes later, Steve, still inside of Y/n, carries herself to the next stop: steamy shower sex. Surprisingly Y/n learned something for the future: if Steve gets quiet in public that just means that he is saving energy for later at home.

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dramaqueeenamby · 6 years ago

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4AM:16.3

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Warnings: Smut and a NSFW GIF

****NOT PROOFREAD****

MASTERLIST---- BEFORE you read this chapter, read WITHOUT ME.

4AM

“Nkiruka”

T’Challa stared at his wife, the sun raining down on her, illuminating her bronzed complexion that was glowing and radiating, compliments of her pregnancy.

The two walked the beach, their hands intertwined, but she kept her gaze forward, eyes on the extensive span of sun and sand.

He eyed her quizzically. “What?”

Bashira swallowed and thought of the slightly abrasive feeling that resulted from her walking barefoot, sand imbuing itself between her toes, rubbing against the pads of her feet. “That….that is what I named her.” T’Challa was perplexed, and she knew it, the young queen taking a deep breath before the finished her statement. “The baby.”

Instantly, T’Challa knew what she was referring to…..who she was referring to.

He watched her chuckle sadly, her head finally dropping as she blinked a couple times. “It was too early to tell the sex, but…..I’ve always felt, in my heart,…...that it was a girl.”

His chest tightened and lips pushed together as he also turned his gaze away. “It means-”

“The best is still to come,” he quietly supplied, Bashira tentatively looking over at him.

“A life free of pain, free of heartache, and free of the instability that we would have brought her at the time,” she explained, cognizant of how his grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly. “T’Challa-”

“Don’t,” he calmly interrupted, turning to her as they both ceased walking. “It...it is as you said, we were not ready.”

“Let me finish,” she countered, prompting him to raise his chin and prepare for what else she had to say. “Regardless as to whether or not we were ready, it was wrong of me to make such a decision without consulting you-”

“I could not tell you what to do with your body-”

“Which was carrying our child,” she argued. “No, you could not have forced me to carry out the pregnancy, but you damn sure deserved a say in the matter, something of which I deprived you of, and for that, I am truly sorry.”

“Bashira-”

She held up her hand. “We both have made our mistakes, T’Challa. It would be hypocritical for me to not own up to mine the way you have owned up to yours.”

As he pondered her words, she reached up to cup his face. “I know that forgiveness takes time-”

“I’ve already forgiven you, entle-”

“Not me,” she sadly shook her head. “Yourself.” Bashira watched him visibly tense. “I know you, T’Challa. All too well. I know that you blame yourself for the abortion-”

His jaw tensed. “My actions resulted in your feelings of helplessness-”

“No, they contributed to it,” she clarified. “I had my own unresolved feelings that also played a large role. I was looking at it as some sort of competition between myself and my sister. We both played a role, and we both blamed ourselves for various reasons, but blame gets us nowhere but a dysfunctional circle of hurt.” He listened to her, her words beginning to resonate deeply with him, her hand soft and warm against his skin, her touch granting him a sense of calmness.

Much like her presence.

He shut his eyes and sighed heavily. “I love you.”

Bashira smiled warmly and brought his hands to her mouth. “I know.” He watched her slowly start to back away, her eyes holding a sense of mischief as she pulled him with her. “Now come, we have much more exploring to do.”

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His kisses were soft, affectionate, tender by nature, such a stark contrast to the imposing figure who emanated power and authority as both warrior and king. His fists were on either side of her, pushed into the mattress, similar to how hers were located slightly behind her, bracing her as she leaned back, remembered the pillow behind her.

T’Challa’s hand caressing her leg, both of which were spread, her knees bent as she left herself open to her, caused a moan to leave her mouth. In response, T’Challa lifted his fists and went to cup her face, deepening their kiss.

Bashira’s hands left the mattress, holding onto his shoulders as he started to lower over her, forcing her to start to fall back on the bed. Though her bump created a slight barrier between them, it wasn’t enough to cause him to break their kiss.

Bashira inhaled deeply as his hands traveled all over her, starting with her sensitive nipples, her bump (where he spent the longest….for obvious reasons) and stopping at her center.

She unconsciously clenched his biceps as his fingers lightly caressed her lips, his digits soaked with her growing arousal.

“T’Challa,” she breathed raggedly, slamming her eyes shut as he started to insert his index and middle finger but stopped halfway to apply the slightest amount of pressure to her clit.

Hearing his name caused the king to drag his lips from hers to the outline of her jaw as he spoke against her Inflamed skin. “Did I hurt you?” Fire formed in his eyes as he watched hers roll back from him resuming his torturous caressing.

“What hurts is not having you inside of me yet,” she replied in a pained voice, T’Challa watching the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she tried to move her body downward in an effort to feel his lengthy digits penetrate her.

He chuckled, bringing his face to her chest, taking an erect nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over her areola. “So impatient.”

“No. I’m libidinous,” she whimpered as he continued to suck on her sensitive breast while one hand kneaded her and the other continued to fervently rub her folds, her desire pooling by the second. “And-ahh,” T’Challa felt her body start to arch off the bed as he finally entered her, his jaw clenching as he felt her strain against him.

He released her with an audible pop, “so tight.” Bashira unintentionally closed her legs against his hand as he continued to work her after sliding in a third finger. “You’re not ready for me yet, entle.”

Bashira fisted the blanket and suppressed a groan as he started to kiss his way down her core, affectionately staring at her bump for a few extra seconds before he was met with his destination, the sight causing his dick to twitch as he licked his lips.

T’Challa easily lifted her smooth legs over his shoulders, Bashira’s moans a song of encouragement and guidance for the salacious king as he gave her clitoris a light flick. His hands tightened around her thighs as the minute act caused her hips to buck, her dripping pussy momentarily pushed against his face.

He growled, his weighty dick fully erect, the top coated with pre-cum.

“But you will be.”

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Bashira took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she attempted to regain her breath. A small smile crept upon her face when she felt her husband’s lips on the back of her neck, his arm going to rest on her side, his fingers twirling against her bump.

“I love you,’ he mumbled against her skin which was covered in a light sheen of sweat as he slowly slid out of her, his absence from between her legs depriving her of his warmth.

“I know,” she whispered, opening her eyes as she carefully turned on her back and looked up at him, his hand immediately clasping over hers. “Perhaps a bit too much.”

He chuckled at her joke and grazed his lips over hers. “That round was your idea.”

“Lies.”

“Hmm.”

“T’Challa,” he raised his eyebrows. “We still have to decide on a name.”

“We do,” he agreed as Bashira smiled happily and pulled the sheet to her chest as reached over, T’Challa instinctively holding her hips while she retrieved her kimoyo bracelet off the nightstand. “What are you-”

“I purchased an ebook that contains over 1,000 African baby names-”

“1,000?” He frowned. “Bashira-”

“I think that is plenty enough options-”

“I was thinking T-”

Bashira’s eyes widened as she looked over at him with lucid disdain. “Absolutely not.”

“You did not even hear-”

“T’Challa,” she brought her hand to cup his face. “I adore you, truly. But I am sick of your family’s infatuation with names that begin with T.”

He frowned. “We do-”

“T’Shan, T’Chaka, T’Challa,” she started to list off more evidence as a faint hint of a smile appeared on his face. She was adorable when she was upset. “Our son will not be named T’Chamu.” He feigned a look of interest as her eyes expanded. “T’Challa!”

He broke his facade and captured her lips for a brief kiss. “Relax, sthandwa sam.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I am serious, T’Challa.” As she continued to rant, the young king was struck with an idea. “There is nothing wrong with your name per se, but I want our son’s to have meaning and substance.” So consumed in her heartfelt explanation, Bashira was only partially paying attention as T’Challa’s hands slipped to her thigh. Her hand naturally grabbed his forearm as he went on his back while carefully swinging her on top of him. “It needs to be sentimental, formidable, yet applicable.” Bashira unconsciously reached out to hold onto the headboard, one hand planted on T’Challa’s chest as he lifted her and slowly lowered her on top of him, closing his eyes at the comfort of her warmth. “Your name means ‘he who put the knife where it belonged-”

He looked at her, hands still on her hips. “Are you honestly suggesting that such a definition is not applicable…..for me?”

She glared down at him. “Of course, I think it applicable, but I’d rather not think of you and stabbing in the same thought.” He rolled his eyes. “Now, as I was-” Bashira stopped and looked down, finally cognizant of what he’d done. “T’Challa!” He feigned innocence while she quietly groaned. “You are trying to immobilize me.”

“Never.” He smiled almost slyly. “Do not move. Just…sit.” She rolled her eyes. “One who predicts good things to come.”

She looked down at him and darted her eyes from side to side before squinting slightly. “That is what my name means.”

He brought his hand to the middle of her stomach, rubbing small circles. “It is.”

Bashira tried her best to hide her smile. “Do you think it applicable?”

“Yes.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Why?”

He answered without hesitation. “Because I haven’t felt such happiness since the day you decided to gift me another chance.”

Bashira’s smile dropped, her eyes focusing on his as she allowed his words to oscillate in her mind. And heart.

“You never cease to amaze me, T’Challa Udaku.” She spoke quietly, placing her hand over his as she peered over at him. “Never.”

“I am aware,” he said smugly as she rolled her eyes.

“There goes the moment,” she muttered and shook her head. “See how you distr-”

“Iminathi.” He interrupted as Bashira’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “We should name him Iminathi. It means-”

“They are with us,” she finished in a small voice, her eyes dropping to their conjoined hands. “Your mother and my father….” she trailed off with a small smile.

T’Challa had to stop himself before he said something that he shouldn’t. Yet, he could not help the next statement that left his mouth. “Death...is not the end.”

She smiled warmly. “Never.” A beat. “I love it.” He watched her carefully remove her bracelet, tossing it on the dresser before she leaned over, her hands capturing his and pushing them against the pillow behind him on either side of his head. “Do you know what else I love?” A hiss escaped his mouth as she gradually moved her hips in a back and forth motion. “Being with you.”

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“T’Challa Udaku, if I am not dressed appropriately for wherever you are taking me…-”

He rolled his eyes and looked over at his wife whose face was bare of makeup, her hair styled in a way that complimented her natural beauty, her outfit just enough to cause him to question whether he even wanted them to leave the peaceful confines of their 5,000 sq. ft. presidential suite.

“You look fine, entle.” He complimented, bringing her hand to his mouth and running his lips over her knuckles. “You always do.”

Bashira rolled her eyes. “You always say that.”

“Then why do you continue to question it?”

“I don’t question it,” she sassed, reaching her arms up and placing them around his neck. “I question you.”

“Hmm.” He placed his arms around her, her bump pushing against his core.

“You seem rather biased when it comes to me.” She noted, her eyes squinting almost in an accusatory tone.

“I’d do anything for you,” he hummed against her forehead. “Is that a problem?”

Before Bashira could respond, the elevator bell dinged which let them know that they’d reach their floor, T’Challa sneakily dropping his hands to her ass, giving a light squeeze. “T’Challa….”

He winked as she flipped him off and giggled quietly as he placed a kiss against her temple, the doors sliding open in the midst of their sweet embrace, Bashira’s mouth dropping as she saw who waited on the other side.

“Tamia?”

The former SHIELD agents smiled as she gave the queen a one over. “Big and pregnant yet you’re still just as beautiful. Yes, I am immensely jealous.”

“Oh my Bast,” Bashira gasped and walked out, going over to hug the woman she hadn’t seen in over a year. “What are you-” Her eyes landed on Steve and Sam who stood in the back. “What is going on?” Her smile dropped as she quickly remembered their statuses as wanted fugitives. “You cannot be out here. What if someone recognizes-”

“This island is Wakandan territory.” T’Challa supplied, coming from behind, his arms crossed over each other. “The US has no jurisdiction over here.”

“It’s good to see you, T’Challa.” Steve nodded as the two men shook hands.“Bashira.” He spoke as Sam also gave her a quick hug, aware of T’Challa’s watchful eye. “Congratulations, you two.”

“Thank you,” she grinned, Tamia placing her hand on Bashira’s stomach.

“It’s a boy, isn’t it?” Bashira nodded happily but noticed a sense of sadness on the other young woman’s face. “You’re so blessed.” Before Bashira could comment on that, Tamia smirked. “I take it your husband didn’t tell you that he allows us to live here as a means-”

“Wait, you all stay here?” Bashira interrupted.

Tamia chuckled. “It’s home base. We still go out when Natasha gets word of a situation that needs handling, but….for now, this is home.” Bashira remained quiet, allowing the information to settle with her. “Nat’s not here right now….thank God.”

Bashira cracked a small smile. “It really is good to see you, Tamia. We have much to catch up on.”

Tamia looked at Bashira’s bump. “It appears we do.” The two shared a small laugh. “But first, we enjoy the show.”

Bashira frowned. “What show?”

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“That was so amazing!” Bashira shouted, holding onto Tamia’s arm as the two walked out of the Colosseum.

“It was pretty good,” Sam admitted as Steve chuckled. “And I don’t even like musicals or plays-”

“Is that why I saw you crying during Mufasa’s death-”

“Woman, I told you that there was something in my eyes.”

Tamia smacked her lips. “There wasn’t anything in your eyes when you rudely stomped over and ruined my picture with Nick Afoa.”

“That’s cause Afoa was getting a little too friendly with my lado.” Sam snickered as Bashira bit her lip to hide her amusement at the bickering between the two. “Shit, Simba need to count his blessings that he ain’t go join Mufasa sooner than expected.”

“Sam!”

As the two engaged in bickering, Bashira took the opportunity to go over to T’Challa who was on the phone with Okoye. She wrapped her arms around him, T’Challa easily accepting her embrace, kissing the top of her head as she rested her against his chest.

“Thank you, General.” He started to end the call, Bashira certain that her presence being the cause. “I will call you tomorrow.” A few more seconds and he hung up, Bashira waiting no time to speak.

“You know how much I adore The Lion King.”

“And other movies with talking animals.” He chuckled, giving her his full and undivided attention.

She ignored that, her eyes focused on him. “You arranged for an entire musical production to come here and perform for me. A private showing...for me.” He wiped at her face as a few tears spilled out. “I love you, T’Challa Udaku. Immensely. More than words can describe.” A beat. “And I’m riding you senseless when we can back to the penthouse.”

The last portion caused the young king to smile. “Shall we skip dinner than?”

Bashira chuckled. “Not unless you want me to pass out.” T’Challa’s gaze darkened. “Kumkani!”

He shook his head and brought his lips down to hers. “I love you too.” As she smiled against him, he quickly remembered what he still needed to do. “Go. Talk to Tamia. I must discuss something with Captain Rogers.”

Slightly reluctant, Bashira pouted and grabbed his face for another kiss before walking back over by Tamia.

“I must admit,” Steve started, crossing his arms as T’Challa quietly sauntered over. “I was a bit surprised when you said that you were coming here. Especially when you said that you were bringing Bashira.”

T’Challa nodded. “She wanted us to get away.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So you bring her to the place where you’re harboring fugitives?”

T’Challa ignored his comment. “I have something to ask of you Steve, and I need you to be completely honest.”

The African King’s tone took the man once known as Captain America by surprise. Though he knew T’Challa to be a rather stoic individual, there was always a sense of ease that accompanied the two of them, an understanding.

This was far from that.

“Okay.”

T’Challa fixed his jaw. “Should she ever need anything….could she call on you?”

The question took Steve by surprise as he adjusted his stance and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “You mean Bashira?”

“Yes.”

Now he was really confused, why was one of the most protective, private, and prideful asking such a thing. Almost everyone knew that T’Challa was never one to ask anyone for anything, yet here he was, doing just that. It didn’t make sense. He wasn’t making sense.

Yet…..confusion or not, Steve’s answer would always be the same.

“Of course,” he breathed. “After everything you’ve done for us, what you’re doing for Bucky….how could I not?” T’Challa said nothing, hiding his relief. “Why do you ask?”

Steve had a feeling he already knew what T’Challa would say even though Sam’s walking over to them probably didn’t help.

“If I hear one more thing about that Nick dude,” Sam complained as T’Challa lifted his eyes to signify irritation. “He wasn’t even all that. Now Nala-”

“I heard that,” Tamia called out.

“Oh, but you didn’t hear me when I was trying to stop you from drooling over a grown man dressed like a lion?”

Steve shook his head and looked over to T’Challa to see that warrior was already heading over to his wife.

“Hey,” Steve turned his head to Sam as he gestured to where T’Challa previously stood. “What was that about?”

The soldier looked back over at his friend who caught his wife from behind, wrapping his arms around her as she held onto his forearms. He sighed.

“I don’t know,” he finally replied with complete honesty. “But I have a feeling….it’s nothing good.”

“Nothing good at all.”

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“Tell me something,” Bashira questioned, leaning back against her husband’s broad chest, her hand going to rest over his which was hidden under the water, planted on her stomach.

He chuckled, his other hand lifting from the H20 and bringing it to the top of her naked shoulder, his eyes following the trickling of droplets as they slid down her soft skin. “Like?”

She shrugged, leaning her head back so that she was looking up at him. “Anything.”

T’Challa looked down at her, her clean face, rounder than before because of pregnancy weight gain yet equal, if not more, beautiful than ever before. “You never were much for specificity.”

She grinned broadly, softly, his eyes focusing on how her nose crinkled ever so slightly from the act. “I think you have enough of that for the both of us.” Bashira giggled quietly as his head dropped against her neck, his lips pecking her wet skin. “T’Challa.”

“I have no desire to return back home.”

Bashira frowned at his ‘something,’ the mother-to-be shifting her upper body so that she could look at him. “What?”

“You said something.”

She lightly glared before shaking her head. “You mean…you wish we could stay longer?”

“Indefinitely,” he corrected, his hand disappearing underneath the bubbles and coming to rest on the side of her chest, his thumbs lightly caressing her breast. “No throne. No council. No toxic environment, relationships. No secrets.” She watched a brief pang of sadness flash in his brown eyes. “In this place, it seems as though time moves slowly, if at all.”

Bashira was having slight difficulty with this confession of his. “So you wish for me to be pregnant forever.”

He offered a small and crooked smile. “At the rate you have been going, it would probably end up feeling as such.”

She rolled her eyes and lightly slapped his chest, yet offered no rebuke because she knew he was right. In fact, she’d forgotten their joint bubble bath was really only supposed to be a brief respite before they went at it again.

“Well, I think we both know that we cannot stay.” She sighed sadly as she too started to contemplate her life if she was not 1/2 ruler of a country, if her husband wasn’t who he was, and carried such heavy burdens on his shoulders. “However, I do think that we should return. Frequently. Maybe even annually.” She waited for him to say something, but he remained silent, so she continued. “I know the children would like it here. We can possibly even get Steve to babysit. Or Tam-“

“Children?” She was somewhat surprised by how quiet his voice was, a far departure from his typical tone.

“Yes, children.” Bashira smiled almost bashfully, finding his hand under the water and interlacing their fingers. “What? Did you think that I would be okay with only you having a twin?” She scooted up and brought her lips to kiss his jaw, his beard tickling her mouth. “No, Kumkani. I’m giving you your boy. I want my girl.”

Again, Bashira waited for him to say something, yet all he did was stare down at her. She could see that he was deeply thinking, the wheels in his head turning, but it bothered her to no end that she couldn’t figure out just what he was thinking.

Finally, her smile dropped. “T’Challa?”

He blinked a few times, her eyes never leaving his face.

“I apologize-I just….” he chuckled quietly as she brought her hand to lightly rub up and down his bicep. “I suppose I never thought I would see the day where you would willingly want another child with me.”

A strange sense of warmness at his words. It was rare to see the man feared by so many be so vulnerable and open, but it was also these small occurrences where she was just reminded even more why she’d fallen for him before and now, after their journey to repair their marriage.

“Well, I do.” She kissed his shoulder, the water wetting her lips and chin. “At least two. No more than five. Finally, his eyes averted, leaving hers as Bashira’s gaze darkened as lustful thoughts started to infiltrate her mind. “And you know what else?” She asked quietly, moving so that she could get on her knees, T’Challa immediately going to help her, his hands on her hips as she straddled him, her body partially emerging from the water, revealing her heavy, dripping breasts as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Hmmm,” T’Challa hummed quietly, successfully evading the questioning that would have come about if his wife knew the thoughts really floating around his head. The guilt. The regrets. The sadness.

“I do not wish them to be far apart in age,” she murmured, slowly lowering her lips down on his, T’Challa forcing his worrisome thoughts away as he focused on the way Bashira’s teeth lightly tugged on his bottom lip.

“Entle,” he reluctantly broke her kiss, his eyes shutting as she reached into the water and slowly started stroking him. “We can’t….not here….the water…” his breath caught in his throat as she lightly pulled on his balls. “It is unsafe.”

“Well then,” Bashira removed her hand from him, T’Challa releasing a sigh of relief as she reached past and behind to hit the button that drained the tub, the sound of the water rushing down the drain hitting his ears. “Let us go somewhere….” T’Challa brought his hands to cusp her damp ass as she ran her tongue alongside the perimeter of his ear. “safe.”

------

It was almost 4AM when T’Challa was awoken from his sleep, the king also rendered exhausted from the strenuous lovemaking that consumed his time since arriving on the island.

However, he was easily stirred from his slumber as he looked down at his wife who was moaning and twisting in her sleep.

“Bashira,” he whispered, bringing his hand to the top of her head, dropping it to her cheeks when he felt something wet. She was crying.

“No. Please don’t go.” She whimpered, her head going from side to side. “Come back.”

“Bashira,” he spoke more forcefully when he realized what was going on. She was having a nightmare. “My lo-”

“No,” she was starting to cry harder, pushing him away as he sat up all the way. “Get away from him.”

“Bashira!” He shouted, hating having to use such a tone of voice with her, but she wasn’t responding, and her distress was becoming more alarming.

“NO!” She screamed, shooting up at a surprisingly fast pace considering how far along she was, her eyes wide, her chest heaving. “T’Challa.” She looked over at him and immediately fell into his chest, the King holding her close against him. “You’re here.”

He frowned as she clutched onto him for dear life. “Of course I am.”

“It was awful.” She sniffled through her sobs as he rubbed her back in an effort to comfort her. “You-you were dying.” Her words caused him to momentarily still, something that she, thankfully, didn’t pick up on. “And I-I couldn’t save you. I kept trying, but n-n-nothing worked.”

He shut his eyes. “Hey hey,” he murmured, cupping her face and kissing her nose as she shut her eyes and held onto his wrists. “It’s okay. It was just a dream. I’m right here. I’m...I’m fine.”

She rested her forehead against him as he sighed sadly and went to lay back down, taking her with him as she curdled into his side, his arms secured around her.

“It felt so real,” she choked as he tried to continue to console her. “I thought-I thought that y-y-ou were gone.”

“Shhh,” he again quieted her, thankful when he picked up on her heartbeat starting to return to normal. “Everything will be fine, sthandwa sam.”

And though his words seemed to start to resonate with her as her sobs slowly began to diminish and sleep overcame her once again, T’Challa started to question so many things.

For the first time, wondering if he truly thought everything through. Was he really trying to protect her? Or was he only trying to spare himself?

It seemed as though in his quest to save her ….he’d damned her.

----

So much foreshadowing and irony.

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Puppy Love

Author: liv-andletdie Rating: Teen and up Pairing: TP Zelink Modern AU Notes: Link is a vet at Ordon Veterinary surgery. Zelda is an Aristocrat with a dog who is sick… surprisingly often. Though nothing seems to be wrong with the poor thing.

Available on Ao3

Chapter 6: The Heart to Heart

It had been six days, eighteen hours, thirty seven minutes, twenty six seconds and counting since Zelda had left Ordon. Not that Link was keeping track or anything.

In those six days Link had thrown himself into his work. He’d visited the ranch several times to check on the newborn kids, fought with a particularly fractious cat in order to insert an IV catheter, reluctantly listened to a man’s own heartbeat when he informed him that his dog had a similar heart murmur, consoled a woman who was upset that her duck couldn’t swim (despite the fact that it was a cucco and perfectly healthy), and solved the mystery of one feline friend’s disappearing waste (turns out it was relieving itself in the garage). To say he was exhausted would be an understatement. His only comfort was that, at the end of the day, he could collapse in his bed and sleep until dawn.

So it was surprising that he had given that up in favour of peeling potatoes in Rusl’s kitchen.

To be fair, it wasn’t as if he could just leave. It was a longstanding tradition. Every other week he, Rusl, and Ilia would meet up and have a nice home cooked meal together. This time it was the turn of the elder man to host, and for some reason he had requested that Link be charge of potatoes. It was his job to peel and slice the root vegetables incredibly thin, Ilia had been given the easier job of working with the cucco, and Rusl had the hardest job of all, keeping his rambunctious toddler out of the kitchen while his eleven year old son focused on homework.

Link couldn’t say that he envied him. He envied Ilia. The cucco was far more complicated to prepare than the “dauphinoise potatoes” Uli had requested. All he had to do was cut and peel potatoes, tasks which required very little concentration, giving his mind ample time to fixate on a certain brunette and her stunning blue eyes.

It had been six days, eighteen hours, forty five minutes, twelve seconds and counting since she’d left Ordon, and Link could still hear her parting words, sharp in their formality, cutting through him like a knife.

Goodbye, Doctor Wolfe

“Uhh, Link?”

Ilia’s soft voice pulled him from his reverie. He turned quickly to face her, blue eyes catching on emerald green. Mischief seemed to burrow in the corner of her lips as she held back a giggle. “I think that potato is fully peeled, don’t you?”

Fighting back the slight confusion at her words, he looked down to the vegetable in his hands. There was a large sloping dent in the side where he’d been relentlessly going over it with the peeler, Potato shavings were all over the cutting board in front of him, and starch coated his fingers and palms. Dropping the peeler on the countertop and the potato in a pile with the others, he turned back to face Ilia.

“Here,” she sighed, handing him a clean kitchen towel from the drawer. He nodded sheepishly in thanks, wiping his hands on the rough towelling before returning to his work. He could hear Ilia moving around behind him, her gentle footsteps echoing like thunder in the silent room. She seemed… frustrated about something, but he couldn’t put his finger on what. He was about to ask her what her issue was when she landed against the countertop beside him.

“You’re going real slow,” She sighed, an overdramatic tone curling over her breath. He fought back his own smile at her act.

“Don’t you got a cucco you need to prepare or something?”

“Cucco’s all done. I’m just waiting on you and your potatoes.”

“Well,” Link gestured lamely to the cutlery drawer behind him. “Get a knife and start cutting ‘em up if I’m so slow.”

Ilia pushed herself away from the counter, the sound of forks and spoons clattering against each other filling the air in her absence. Link knew she was trying to make as much noise as she could. He was always the more quiet of the two, prefering to let Ilia do most of the talking, but even he knew that he’d been a little quieter than normal recently. Ilia appeared beside him once more. She gave him a slight nudge with her elbow, wordlessly asking him to move along a little before beginning her new task.

The two continued to work silently, the quiet hanging heavy in the air. Beside him he could sense Ilia getting more and more wound up, tension seeping into her shoulders, her back going ramrod straight. Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, he could see her chew on her lip before dropping her knife.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s bothering you or do I have to play a guessing game to find out?” She blurted, cheeks immediately going red in a blush. Link felt himself stop in his own task, the peeler falling from his hand to clatter against the counter.

“What?” he breathed. “Ilia... I’m not… There’s nothing-” She cut him off with a raised hand, her shoulders dropping. She looked as exhausted as he felt.

“You’ve been acting off all week,” She started. “You’ve been quiet, more so than usual. You’ve been throwing yourself into your work, sleeping as soon as you get home.” She seemed to get smaller, her body folding in on itself as she lost the strength to stand. “It ain’t healthy Link. I’m just… I’d understand if you don’t want me prying into your business, but… I’m worried about you. What is it? What’s going on?”

“Ilia it’s… I’m fine”

He wasn’t fine. He was the furthest from fine that he’d ever been, and that was saying something. He was distinctly “Not Fine”. If you were to look up the definition of the word “Fine” in the dictionary you would find, written below in small print, “The very opposite of Doctor Link Wolfe”. It had been a week and he was still wallowing in his sorrows! Sorrows that he wasn’t even sure he deserved to wallow in. So what! He wanted to cry, You didn’t get to take Zelda out for coffee boo hoo. It’s not like she would have wanted to go out with you anyway.

“I’m not fine.”

“I gathered.” Ilia rested a hand against his shoulder, her thumb brushing against his collar bone. She looked ready to launch into a motivational speech, to start telling him that everything was going to be alright, that happiness was just around the corner, and whatever other saccharine phrases she could think of. But instead she simply squeezed his shoulder and fixed him with a sympathetic yet knowing look. “Zelda?”

“That’s so crazy, how did you guess?” He snarked hearing Ilia laugh beside him.

“Well, short of you doodling her name in your notebook, you’ve been sighing like a school kid with a crush for weeks.” She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, pulling him against her side. “Everyone was waiting on you to ask her out. What happened with that?”

“I didn’t ask her out,” He muttered, eyes fixing on the potatoes in front of him. They still needed slicing.

“You didn’t? what?” Ilia gasped, the sound far too loud for his sensitive ears. “Why not?”

“Because, Ilia,” He pulled away from her, craning his head back to try and protect what was left of his hearing. “I never got the chance to! And now I probably never will.”

Ilia put her hands on her hips, fixing him with a confused look. A manicured eyebrow raised slightly as she tilted her head to the side. “I thought you had plenty of chances,” She said, words slow as if she was trying to figure out a difficult puzzle. “You were at her house often enough.”

“That’s different,” he defended, roughly picking up the vegetable he’d abandoned. “I couldn’t ask her out when I was at work. What if she’d said no? Then the whole thing would have been awkward, not to mention creepy.”

“How would it have been creepy?” Ilia asked, trying to focus on her own potatoes.

“It just would have been! Like… imagine you had a dog and you loved it with all your heart. Then you thought the dog got sick and you called the vet and they just flirted with you and asked you out! It’d be weird,” Link roughly peeled the potato in his hand, slamming it down on the chopping board when he was done.

Ilia was silent for a moment, the only sound was the gentle slicing of potatoes. Link was convinced that she’d dropped it, that she was done questioning him about his failed attempts at romance with Zelda Freaking Harkinian, and that she was happy to just focus on the, frankly ridiculous, Dauphinoise potatoes. And then she spoke, her voice soft and full of an innocent and genuine curiosity.

“What about the park?”

Link fought back a cringe. The park. Oh man, the park. He’d not expected to run into Zelda when he’d gone for a walk. But then Naru found him and he couldn’t just ignore her! What kind of vet would he be if he didn’t return the husky back to her owner? And then Zelda had let him stay and she’d talked to him and he’d had a really, really great time. He’d been so close to asking her out and then…

“What about the park?” He tried not to sound angry as he reached for a knife to help Ilia with her potato slicing.

“Well, that would have been a great time to ask her out,” She explained, her eyes not straying from the food in her hand. “You weren’t technically on duty so it wouldn’t have been…creepy.”

Link brought the knife down on the potato with a little more force than was necessary. The park would have been the perfect place to ask her out, or at least get her number. There was no threat of imminent danger, no awkward work talk, just two adults and a husky in the sunshine. Two, single, adults. Two adults who weren’t in romantic relationships and- why didn’t he just ask her out?!

“I was going to,” he defended, hitting the knife against the chopping board. “Then someone called me about a Goat and I had to leave.”

Ilia at least had the grace to look sheepish. “It’s not my fault! How was I supposed to know you were busy wooing Miss Harkinian?” she reached for a new potato, stifling the giggle that threatened to rise as Link’s ears turned scarlet. “You still had enough time to ask for her number before you left.”

Enough time, Link decided, was a matter of situation. It was relative. If you had ten minutes you had “enough time” to make instant ramen, but you didn’t have “enough time” to eat it. And that’s not even taking into account the amount of time needed to boil the water or get the cutlery out. Even if the packet says “ten minutes” it takes a lot longer than that to accomplish the task to a high standard. Do you have time to make and eat half cooked noodles in ten minutes? Yes, but why would you?

He would admit that, theoretically, he had had “enough time” to ask Zelda for her phone number before he left. It would have been easy to say, “Hey let me get them digits real quick,” before running off, but would it have been successful? No one wants to eat half cooked ramen, and no one wants to get rejected when asking for someone’s number (especially if that person is Zelda Harkinian!) He may have had “enough time” to ask but would he have had “enough time” to get a positive answer?

His head hurt.

Scooping up the potato slices into a bowl, he pointedly refused to look at Ilia. She was waiting for his response, for him to either agree or disagree with her. Link wondered if he had “enough time” to get her to drop the conversation before Rusl came back.

“I didn’t ask for her number,” he muttered, taking his chopping board over to the sink to rinse it. “She asked for mine.”

It probably wasn’t the best thing to say to get Ilia to drop the conversation, but he wasn’t going to deny that it was worth it to hear her excited cry of “NO WAY! REALLY?!” ring out through the kitchen.

“Don’t get too excited,” he warned grabbing the kitchen towel to dry his hands off. “She only wanted my work number. Y’'know, for emergencies”

Ilia seemed to deflate at his words, shoulders sagging as she let out a mournful sigh. He wasn’t so sure what she had to be upset about, he was the one who almost made a fool of himself in front of the girl he liked (the girl he liked, goodness how childish could he sound?)

“I guess that makes sense,” Ilia muttered to herself as she lined a gratin dish with the potato slices. Link took a step back to let her work, she was better at organising things neatly than he’d ever be, and while the dish would probably taste the same no matter what he still didn’t want to serve Uli and Rusl ugly looking food. “She’s a busy lady, makes sense she’d want to just be able to call up when somethings wrong and…” She froze, potato in hand. Link could see her eyes flicker as she tried to work something out, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “That ain’t right.”

“What ain’t right?” he asked, leaning against the counter near the sink. Ilia seemed to be still working it out, potatoes and seasoning left abandoned in front of her.

“Well,” she started. “You said she asked for your work number right?”

“Right”

“Okay,” Ilia turned, leaning against the counter to face him. She crossed her arms over her chest, her mouth set in a determined frown. “Did she know that you don’t have a personalised work number? That you just use the surgery’s number?”

Link shrugged. How was he supposed to know what Zelda knew and what she didn’t know? It wasn’t like he’d interrogated her at the park for information or anything. ”I guess” was the best answer he could come up with. “I mean… if she’s called the surgery before, then she’s seen the website and knows I just use the number on there… why are you looking at me like that?”

Ilia’s grin had returned. A marvelous, wonderful, grin that Link was normally in love with… when it wasn’t directed at him. She looked like she was about to burst into laughter or a childish “I told you so” song at the first chance she got. It scared him.

“Say that last part again,” She prompted pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“If she’s called the surgery before then she’s… oh,” realization hit him like a pile of bricks, knocking him down and pinning him to the kitchen floor. Zelda’s called the surgery before, she has the number. She wasn’t asking for my work number was she? “Oh shit.”

Link heard a loud gasp almost drowned out by the sound of an eleven year old giggling. Turning sharply he saw Rusl enter the room, a disapproving look on his face as he carried his son over his shoulder. Colin, for his part, was laughing so loud that his cheeks had gone pink.

“Language,” he chided, dropping Colin to the floor “we got little ones in the house, Link”

“I’m sorry,” Link muttered, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Ilia stifled her own laughter behind her palm, ignoring the annoyed look Link shot her way as she went back to work on layering the potatoes in the dish. “I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s alright,” Rusl sighed, moving to put the cucco in the oven. “Just watch out next time.” He clapped Link on the shoulder, giving him a quick squeeze as he moved around him to the cutlery drawer. “How are those potatoes coming?”

“Great, thanks to me,” Ilia smirked, walking over to the fridge to get the cream. Link stuck his tongue out at her as she went past.

“I had it,” He pouted. “I’d have been done by now if it wasn’t for you”

“You’d still be peeling the same potato if it wasn’t for me,” She said as she slammed the door to fridge shut. Rusl gave her a warning look as he handed the cutlery to Colin. “He was too busy pining over his crush,” she explained unable to hold back the shit eating grin that curled over her lips.

“Link’s got a crush?!” Colin exclaimed, pausing in his task of laying the table. His pale blue eyes lit up with mischief and Link felt his blood run cold at the sight. Middle Schoolers, he thought watching Colin’s grin grow with every passing second. They can smell weakness.

“I don’t have a crush!” He lied, feeling like a petulant child as he crossed his arms in a huff. Beside him Rusl let out a bellowing laugh, a hand coming around to hit him squarely between the shoulderblades.

“Who is she, son?” He asked through his chuckles.

“No one!” Link cried “There isn’t anyone...I don’t… I’m not-”

“It’s Miss Harkinian!” Ilia piped up, a musical giggle leaving her lips. Link endured another rough shoulder pat from Rusl. Colin looked confused as he continued setting the table. “She asked for his number,” Ilia continued practically bouncing on her heels. “Tell him what happened, Link”

Link’s blood turned to ice at her words, freezing solid in his veins. Rusl was looking at him expectantly, the once comforting hand on his back now pushing him head first into an awkward situation. He wanted to avoid this, wanted to run and hide but he was sure that the three of them would find him in a heartbeat.

“What happened, Link?” Rusl asked giving him another less than gentle pat to his spine.

Link looked around the room, eyes darting from Ilia to Rusl to Colin. Each of them stared back at him, waiting for him to say something, anything! They reminded him of a pack of wolves on the hunt. Bloodthirsty and ruthless.

“I...I gave...She asked…” He felt his throat dry up, his palms getting sweaty as he clenched his fists. This wasn’t going to be fun, but it would be better to bite the bullet now… wouldn’t it?

“I wanna preface this by saying that she asked for my number in case of an emergency! So before y’all try to make fun of me, just know that I was only doing what she asked.” He swallowed down the lump in his throat, rolling his shoulders back and bracing himself for the incoming onslaught of teasing. “I gave her my business card.”

“Well,” Rusl said, drawing out the word agonisingly slowly. A smirk hid in the corner of his lips, just barely visible as he spoke. “That seems like the right thing to do if she’s asking for your professional number.” The smirk grew larger, the light of it shining in his eyes. “Was she asking for your professional number?”

There it is, Link thought, The question I’ve been asking myself for the past week.

“Yes,” He replied automatically, fixing his gaze on the kitchen floor, his eyes trailing over the grooves between the tiles. It really needed to be swept, perhaps he should do that after dinner to save Uli a job.

“Are you sure?” Colin piped up. He’d seated himself at the head of the table, elbows resting on either side of his plate. He looked innocent enough, all pale blonde hair and baby blue eyes, his chin resting on his open palms while he kicked his legs below the table. A cunning facade, no doubt. But Link knew too much, he’d grown up with him.

“I’m… I’m pretty sure, Colin,” he sighed. He wasn’t sure, far from it. He kept replaying the moment in his head over and over. She’d paused. Zelda had definitely paused. She’d left a space between asking for his number and clarifying that it would only be used in an emergency… had she?… had he?... No. No, it couldn’t be.

“Are you sure you’re sure?” Colin said, matching his father’s smirk. It was a look Link had seen fairly often in the past eleven years. Gotcha.

“Miss Harkinian’s called the surgery before,” Ilia sounded wistful as she carried the potatoes over to the oven. “That’s the one thing that’s confusing me”

“Oh yeah,” Rusl crooned, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “That is confusing.”

Link could feel his father figure stare at him, the smirk no longer hidden as it curled proudly over his lips. “I wonder why she’d need a number she already has?... unless-”

“Alright, I get it!” Link cut in, already exhausted from repeating the conversation with Zelda over and over again in his own head. “I messed up, I had a chance, maybe, and I blew it.”

It hurt to admit it outloud. He’d thought it countless time over the past week, but he’s always followed it up with, It’s not like she was interested in me anyway. It hadn’t made him feel better about the situation but it certainly hadn’t made him feel worse.

But this! The idea that she liked him back, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and that he blew it for the both of them. Well, that stung.

Rusl pulled him into a hug, resting his chin on the crown of Link’s head. “You didn’t mess it up” he said, the smirk in his voice replaced with a genuine, if bittersweet, smile. “There’s always a chance you’ll see her again.”

Now that would be something, Link thought as he let himself get pulled into the embrace. A heavy sigh escaping him as he rested his forehead on Rusl’s shoulder. “Shiiiit” a sardonic laugh passed his lips. “There’s always a chance”

“Come on what did I say?” Rusl sighed, his own laugh bubbling up. “Little ears are present”

“Oh it’s okay I’ve heard worse,” Colin called from the table causing Ilia to erupt in giggles and snorts.

“From who!?”

“From Talo. He knows a lot of bad words.” He sounded almost impressed as he leaned back in the chair, balancing it on it’s back legs. Ilia gave him a slight reprimanding look causing him to pull his seat back into the upright position.

Reluctantly, Rusl pulled away from the hug, giving Link another pat on the shoulder as he did so. “I’ll have to have a talk with Jaggle,” he sighed running a hand down his cheek as he turned to his youngest son.` “Go get your mother, let her know dinner will be ready soon.” The three of them watched as Colin raced off, the sound of his footsteps dimming as he ran through the house on his quest.

They rested in near silence for a moment. The only sound was the gentle hum of the oven as their dinner cooked. It was peaceful, calm. The perfect respite after a week of stress and shouting and heartbreak and loss. If Link closed his eyes he could imagine that he was standing in the past, back before he’d ever heard of Zelda Harkinian, back before he’d fallen for her, and back before he’d lost her. He could imagine, for a second, that the ache in his chest wasn’t there, and that it was just another family dinner.

“I meant what I said,” Rusl spoke, voice low as if to preserve the calm that had settled. “There’s always a chance Link. Don’t give up hope just yet.”

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Actually hyped for this chapter? What happened I got super excited for it! Looks like I'm getting back into my flow at last! Really quite proud at how it turned out and a massive thankyou once again to @electragoob and @andelynk for helping me out, and @zeldasdiaries/ @missdellarosa for being incredibly supportive and wonderful <3

And that's to you all who are sticking with me through this!

We've got one more chapter and then it's the epilogue

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yourhopeyourangeeel · 8 years ago

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Genre: Smutty Smut Pairing: Jhope x Reader Word Count: 2719 A/N: Reposting this since other post just wasn’t working v.v Enjoy loves ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

“Baaaby~“ I heard his voice call out to me form the living room. “Come heree!” he whined, sighing with a slight smile on my face I yelled comingg and started to walk over to him. He was sitting on the couch, his beautiful blondish hair parted at the middle slightly, his eyes held a glint of mischief. His legs were spread apart in a nonsexual seated kind of matter but it still looked hot, especially with only his shorts on. Looking him over once more I noticed something at his side, it was wrapped up nicely, a little cute bow sitting on top of it. Coming closer I became curious and eyed the item and looked at him, all he gave me was his famous sexy smirk.

“Babe what is that?" I asked as I stood in front of his seated position. He pouted and swayed in a child like manner, "sit with me first!" he whined adorably. I couldn’t help but to giggle at his childishness. I was about to sit on the couch but I came up with a better idea, just sit on him. Pretending as if I was going to sit down next to him I instead brought both of my legs to his side’s and straddled him. He looked at me surprised for about 2 seconds until it turned to a grin, he brought his hands to my thighs and massaged them gently. Nice circular motions from the inner to the outer of my thighs all the way to my butt, he knew what drove me crazy. Biting my lip I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked him directly in his eyes, I already knew he could sense the desire burning within me.

"What is it?” I asked once again still curious about the item sitting next to him. He chuckled and reached out towards it and brought it up in front of me. “It’s a little gift for my baby, just to show you that I love you” he said with a sincere smile, his face lighting up and those glorious cheekbones of his enhancing with the motion. I smiled back at him and pecked him lightly, "Aww babe! You shouldn’t have! I don’t even have anything to give to you!“ I pouted slightly. He brought his finger to my lips and shushed me "It’s a little thing babe, just open it” he ushered.

Sighing a bit the smile came back to my lips and I opened it to reveal chocolate covered strawberries with a little box in the middle that held the prettiest bracelet. I gasped at the bracelet and could feel my eyes filling with tears. How could I have such a previous ray of sunshine like this for a boyfriend??

“Hoseok…I Oh my god..wow” I said still in shock, looking up from the bracelet to him I covered my mouth as the tears made their way down my cheeks.

Alarmed by my tears he wiped my tears away, “Baby what’s wrong?? You don’t like it, I’m sorry I could get you something else! I-I just thought you would-umph-” I shut him up with the deepest kiss I could muster. My fingers ran through the back of his hair and pulled lightly making sure he could feel my feelings. He moaned underneath me and grabbed my butt and squeezed. Out lips were dancing and our tongues battled with passion.

Releasing his hair I pulled back from the kiss and looked at his disheveled form. His lips pink and angry colored from the attack it took, his breath a little hitched from the sudden kiss and his eyes gave me shivers and a burning lust. His eyes stared back at me full of hunger and wanting. Grinning at him I caressed his cheek, “Babe, I love it, thank you.” pecking him lightly, letting my lips linger on his as I whispered. “I”- my lips softly caressed his, -“love”-, I continued the attack on his lips gently, -"you.“ I lightly kissed him again. "So much!” My rampage of butterfly kisses ended and he just kept chuckling, his beautiful smile blinding my view. “I’m glad you like it baby” he said as he rubbed his thumb along my thigh. Looking down at his hand and back up at him I could already sense what kind of mood he was in. It made me want to tease him tonight, “I’m so going to tease him!" I thought a small smile full of evil joy coming to my face. I ran my fingers through his hair innocently and could tell it was making him tired. Taking the opportunity to go forth with my evil plan, I said “So baby aren’t you tired? You and the guys have been working sooo hard” my tone dropping ever so slightly at the word hard and I bucked my hips "accidentally”, feeling his already semi hard cock underneath me. A sweet moan came out almost immediately and he tried covering it up by clearing his throat, ..you can’t fool me Hobi I know you. (insert evil laugh)

He raised his eyebrows at me trying to figure out what I was doing, “yes…I’m tired but I get to be with you jagi so it makes up for it” he said hesitantly already bracing himself for another surprise grind but I would give him none. Instead I pecked him on the lips and smiled innocently, “we should eat those strawberries and watch something in the room” I said and got off of him quickly scampering off into our bedroom and onto bed.

I already knew he could sense something was up, we always did these little games that would eventually lead to the best sex ever. It’s somewhat of a pre-foreplay thing, every time I initiated it, it was always different, always a surprise.

I was definitely enjoying teasing Hoseok, I bit my lip in excitement and looked over to hear him approach, he was never good at this so I wonder when he’ll break I giggled as I snuggled into my blanket and saw he’s figure coming in. His expression was one of complete loss, confusion and intrigue. What made me even more excited is how he would turn the situation and initiate everything. Sighing slightly he leaned against the headboard of the bed and placed the strawberries on his lap, already waiting for me to nuzzle into him. Which I did of course. He then put on one of my favs, Tazza 2, he knows me so well! Shit! But if I wanna keep up this teasing game I can’t pay too much attention to the movie, more specifically Seunghyun, ahh that man.

Right then and there he came onto the screen and I could already feel Hoseoks eyes trying to roll out of his skull, my eyes immediately glued themselves to the screen. “Babbyyy, look at me instead! I’m your boyfriend” he whined with downcast eyes and then crossed his arms, kicking his legs a little. Giggling at his usual tantrum I looked over at him and kissed him, “Of course I’m in love with you babe but c'mon how could you not love Seunghyun!” I playfully teased which made him puff out his cheeks and purse his lips together. Sensing his slight drop in mood I decided to brighten him up a bit. So I did the most natural thing and bit his neck, an enticing moan came out from his lips and sang to my ears. God, he’s so hot.

Lapping at the spot on his neck slightly I let go and quickly returned to watching the movie. I could see Hoseok from my peripheral looking at me in the disbelief and looking back at the screen. He’s probably thinking “wtf, how can she just go back to watching the movie”, or something like that. He won’t last.

About 30 mins or so into the movie I had teased him, caressed his oh so strong thighs a bit to close to his crotch, “accidentally” let the straps to my flimsy tank top fall off my shoulders. He was boiling, I could see he was about to lose his cool any second, he never mentioned my teasing though which was weird. He always pointed it out right away…

“Omg yes, take it off Seunghyun! Show those chocolate abs!" I squealed as I wiggled around in excitement, a bit too loud but loud enough to get Hoseok to respond. “Yah! Jagi!” he grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me to look at him. He looked mad, he looked like he’s been mad for awhile, shit. Maybe I pushed his jealousy card too much? The look in his eyes were so intense, I never saw him like this, “Oh…Hoseok? Are you oka-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence as he pushed me roughly onto the bed. “Hoseok! What the actual fuck!” I exclaimed a bit scared but also a bit ticked off, I've never witnessed him act like this. I stared up at him and he stared right back, his eyes searching mine with an intense heat. “Don’t look at him, look at me” he demanded, his voice in a low growl, he then leaned in, his body hovering over mine, his lips next to my ear. I inhaled a breath in surprise at his warm breath against my skin. “I know you’ve been teasing me jagi” he whispered, his voice dropping in tones, I could feel the vibration of his vocal cords penetrating my heart.

Holy shit, my plan backfired.

He pulled away slightly and looked at me smugly “I know you baby but I’ll be in control now” he growled and attacked my neck, nipping and sucking on it. Moans poured out of me, I couldn’t even control them, my toes curled and my fingers grasped the sheets underneath me…

His tongue licking the same spot over and over made me tingle and shiver in pleasure, his hand already found his way under my shirt as he held himself up with his other arm. His hand snaked across my warm skin, cold hands, I shivered immediately my body was reacting to his touch quickly, I could already feel my nipples turn into hard buds. His fingers danced across my skin, it made me dizzy how he could just have me in the palm of his hands just like that. His hand found and started fondling my breast, throwing my head back against the sheets I moaned uncontrollably as he squeezed my hard bud. His lips left my neck and came for my lips, he kissed me with a hunger I've never felt from him before. His tongue found his way inside my mouth and he softly caressed my tongue with his.

"I missed your body while on tour jagi”, I breathed out as he took my bottom lip in between his teeth and nibbled. I gasped and brought my hands to his wide back and dug my nails into him in pleasure. He hissed lowly, his eyes once again hypnotizing mine, “You are supposed to only look at me jagi, not even Top should be on your mind!” he exclaimed, his eyes half lidded as he stared at me hungrily.

His lips then traveled downwards and to my breast, he had already discarded my tank top and threw it on the floor. I could feel his breath over my nipples, his tongue immediately attacking my hard buds. The contrast between the air and my wet buds effecting me entirely, I could feel the heat pooling in panties. “Fuck" I whimpered completely out of breath which just earned a snicker from Hoseok.

"I’ll show you how much better I am than him Jagi.” he whispered as his finger tips danced across my exposed tummy until he reached the hem of my shorts. He teasingly traced it, following along my waist and then down towards my crotch. The shorts were thin enough for him to feel the heat between my legs, looking down I could see him licking his lips as he went to remove my shorts. Bye shorts, I thought as I saw them being thrown onto the floor, the only thing covering my now were my lacey panties. “Mmm” he hummed as he looked me up and down, his tongue sensually licking his lips, my cheeks were burning immensely due to my lack of clothes and the lust I was feeling, He brought his hand to my panties and traced down my slit which caused me legs to close, which he only opened up again. “No Jagi, I’m in charge” his eyebrow was raised as he smiled smugly at me, I bit my lip holding a retort back and just let him work his magic. Grabbing onto my panties gently, he glanced up at me and I nodded at him, signaling my permission for him to take me.

Even if he was in charge, he was always worrying about my feelings. He threw my panties which joined the rest of my clothes on the ground and once again traced my slit lightly, his finger ever so slightly coming into contact with my clit. But when he did make contact with it, it felt as if electricity was traveling up and down my body, I couldn’t move due to the pleasure I felt but I made sure he could hear me.

Smirking at me he took his finger into his mouth and wet it dramatically with his saliva and gently slid it inside of me, my warmth versus the slight coldness of his finger made me lose my mind and when he began pumping my moans became louder. Gripping the sheets with all I could muster, I could feel my legs turn into jelly and the shakiness of pleasure making it’s way up my legs, Hoseok licked his lips in sight of me and moaned at the restriction to his dick against his shorts.

I tossed my head back in pleasure and he couldn’t stand it anymore and immediately took his finger out of me and pulled his shorts off, I felt empty without him there but that feeling didn’t last because I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. Bringing my head up I looked into his eyes with my lustful half lidded ones and bit my lip, he nodded and pushed into me. Our room filled itself with our harmonized moans, his thrusting was gentle at first but I could feel him become harder inside of me as he sped up. He leaned over me and I held onto him by wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He stared down at me, some of his hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes searching mine hungrily.

This side of Hoseok always turned me on so much, how could someone so precious own such a sexy ass facial expression.

His muscles tensed underneath my grasp and I could feel he was getting close to climaxing. My moans got even louder and the headboard banged against the wall with how hard we were going at it. Gasping and breathing hard I brought my lips to his ear “Fuck me Hoseok, cum for me” I whispered to him which caused him to moan and stiffen, his hot seed shooting into me. He grunted and groaned as he closed his eyes and held onto me tightly as his ejaculation wave passed

“Fuck Jagi” he breathed out and looked at me, a lazy smile on his lips, he rolled off of me (and out of me) and laid next to me. Laying on his side he looked me over and hugged me happily, his mood doing a complete 180 from slightly dominate Hoseok. Pulling me away he looked at me and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “See why I’m better than Seunghyun baby?” he asked teasingly and I laughed at him shaking my head as I slapped him playfully. He laughed along as well and kissed my forehead, “I love you” he whispered sighing softly as he wrapped both of us up in our blanket. We cuddled one another until sleep consumed us.

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