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angel-eyes05 · 4 months ago

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only until midnight

pairing: prince charming!opla!sanji x cinderella!afab!reader

summary: after reaching your limits with your life at home, your outlook on life changes after meeting a certain stranger in the woods. your paths are destined to meet again at the king's ball later this week, but he seems to be more than what meets the eye. lucky for him, you are too.

warnings/info: nsfw (thats later in the fic though, so i'll mark it off when to stop reading, and when you can continue if you still want to read. the smut isn't integral to the plot i was just feeling horny lmao), THIS IS AN AU!!! if you dont like that this fic isnt for you lol, cinderella au, slight angst, lots of fluff after the smut, smoking (pipe cause its like the 1700s), first time/virgin reader, unprotected piv (wrap it up guys), reader's been through shit, no use of y/n (it kinda works cause he's not supposed to use her name and shit lol)

word count: 6.3k words

notes: i got this idea cause im playing grace in rodgers and hammerstein's cinderella and i was like ykw this would be really cute with sanji. i picked live action sanji because of 1) im more attracted to him than animated sanji lol 2) the british accent feels right for a prince 3) i dont know enough about him post time skip to like feel good enough to write for him (im only on sabaody). also ik the obvious look here is just to make the kingdom germa kingdom but again i don't know enough about post time skip one piece to write about it in confidence so im doing just a random kingdom in an au. the kingdom isnt even the main focus of this so it doesnt matter!!! also i didn't proofread, i didnt have the energy i finished this at 1 am my bad chat. lol enjoy

dividers by: @cafekitsune

It seemed as if the dirt was superglued down to the floor. As a part of your daily chores, your stepmother had ordered you to scrub the entire house floor until it was spotless. This one speck of dirt had decided to be particularly devilish with you and your consistent scrubbing. You let up from the brush, leaned back, and wiped the sweat brewing on your forehead. Some days were harder than others. The past eight years had been more of the same ordeal. Your father had married particularly quick after your mother’s illness took her, always leaving a sour taste in your mouth when you would linger on the thought. The woman had an interesting demeanor to her. She was sweet yes, but always with a twinge of condescension. She brought with her two young daughters, about your age. They were less deceptive of their malice, teasing you whenever your parents weren't looking. It wasn’t picture perfect, but then nothing was now without your mother. This was just your new reality, and you accepted it with grace and humility.

Then it happened. News came back to your house about a carriage crash involving your father. The image of your stepmother crumbling to the floor as the news was delivered was burned into your mind. Your family had to adapt fast, the house was in a vulnerable position now without a patriarch. The house staff was fired due to lack of funds, materials downsized, and tensions were thick with your new family. Drowning in grief and head of house duties, your stepmother never found the time to clean, and your stepsisters? Well let’s say they weren’t involved in that conversation from the start. You found yourself naturally taking the duty up on yourself. First it was just cleaning the dishes. It slowly grew as time went on, you had gone from daughter to maid. When your stepsisters would make your job harder for you, you would attempt to reach out to your stepmother for a glimpse of hope. Her beginning response was just ignorance, but as your chores became larger and larger, she turned into gas to fuel her daughters’ fire. As if matters couldn’t get any worse, your name was soon taken, along with your dignity and freedom. Bored today, your stepsisters found themselves brewing a new nickname for you.

“I got it!” The short one shrieked from the cushioned chair. The other quickly turned face her in excitement. “Cinderella!” There was silence for a bit, as taller one looked at her confusedly. The short one groaned. “Because shes always covered in soot and cinder from the fireplace.” The tall one took a second to think about it. “That’s too confusing. Plus it doesn’t have anything to do with her name! It has no ring to it.” “Well I’d like to see you come up with something better!” The short one retorted. “You don’t think I can do it?!” The tall one stood up in anger. You tried to block them out as you mopped the floor of the room around them.

“Watch it! You’re going to get my shoes wet with your dirty mop water!” The short one shouted. Blocked them out too much now. “My mistake,” you said, dully. “Ugh, you would think she’s a zombie or something,” the tall one groaned. You could tell your day was about to get worse when you heard the click of your stepmother’s heels entering the lounge room. “What’s all this ruckus you girls are making?” She asked, annoyed. “Oh mother I’ve got it! I’ve got her nickname!” The short one bounded out of her seat. “Don’t listen mother, it’s dreadful there’s no melody to it!” The tall one intruded. They began throwing hands at each other and yanking on the other’s hair. This was almost a daily occurrence when they began arguing. The shrieks had dulled your ears. Almost on routine, your stepmother raised her hand to cease the show. “Continue my dear,” she gestured to the short one. “We should call her Cinderella! Because she’s always around the fireplace!”

The fire brewing in your stomach grew to a burst. “Stepmother please, they’ll only stop if you tell them so!” You exploded. The stepsisters gave an almost comedic gasp at your rare outburst. All your stepmother needed to do to get you back to your work was give you once glance worth daggers. She cleared her throat after the ordeal. “Girls, please try to keep the bickering to a minimum if you can, I’m trying to work out arrangements to the ball later this week.” Your sisters immediately started cheesing and cheering after hearing the news.

You had almost forgotten about the event. The king was growing old of age, and with all his daughters married off to other kingdoms, his last hope for an heir was his unmarried son. The prince, the youngest of the king’s children, and the only son: Prince Sanji Vinsmoke. This ball was open to all the women in the kingdom. A playground for him to pick his new bride. Everyone and anyone had the chance, so of course the entire kingdom had been gushing about it over the past month.

Why bother though, you were most likely just going to be stuck in the house again that night. Your stepmother always found new ways to keep you busy on ball nights. “If you two keep quiet for the rest of the day, I will ensure you have the most beautiful dresses among the crowd,” your stepmother promised her daughters. They cheered and jumped into their mother for a hug. You couldn’t help but turn away from the sight, an ache growing in your heart, longing for your own mother back. “As for you,” she turned to face you and look you straight in the eye. “I need you to go into the market immediately and pick up some silk and lace to give to the seamstress for your sisters.” You nodded compliantly. “Yes stepmother,” you managed to speak. “No. It’s ‘Yes Ma’am.’ We’ve discussed this. Is that understood?” You nodded again. “Yes ma’am.” The woman smirked. “Thank you, Cinderella.” She exited the room, her daughters snickering to themselves and following her out.

You dropped the broom by instinct, hands too shaky to keep it steady in them. You covered your mouth to conceal the incoming sobs. You moved swiftly through the house out to the back where the horses were rounded up. You ripped a basket off the shelf outside, flopped on top of the horse, and whisked off into the backyard woods. You couldn’t help but let out your sobs. It was too much for you to take. You were trapped and things were only getting worse. You pulled on the reins of the horse to slow down. Once it slowed to a halt, you dismounted and tied the reins to a nearby tree branch. You walked to the center of the woods, and let out an ear piercing scream. You screamed until your vocal cords began to itch. It was the only way to let out your anger. You couldn’t explode on your family. The results of that were already clear. You didn’t want to explode on yourself. So the woods had become your sanctuary. A place to let it all out. After the noise could no longer physically leave your mouth, you flopped down to the floor and pulled your knees into your chest. Sobs left your mouth as tears flooded your eyes and pooled down your face. You just wanted your old life back. Your parents. Your freedom and dignity. Your name.

The rustling of leaves nearby woke you from your breakdown. You lifted your head from your knees to find a man approaching from about 30 feet away. You immediately shuffled to your feet and looked at him bewildered. You picked up a sharp rock from the floor in self defense. “Woah, woah, woah! I mean you no harm I swear! I was just passing through!” The man defended, putting his hands up by his chest. The two of you circled each other at a safe distance for a little bit. He didn’t seem to mean any harm, dressed as a simple farm boy. His golden hair was too long, his bangs covering his left eye. He was fairly tall and skinny too, just enough meat on his bones, especially near his toned legs. What stuck out to you the most was the kindness in his eyes. Well, the kindness mixed with current fear. You were so enwrapped with observing him, you forgot you were currently threatening his life. You dropped the rock to the floor, and walked over to sit on a fallen tree log. He watched you for a little bit before you signaled him over to sit next to you.

He wandered along over and took a seat down next to you, still keeping a safe distance though. “I was out riding when I heard a scream, so I decided to follow it. It went on for a while, so it was easy to track. I thought someone was in trouble,” he explained. “I’m fine,” you shot out. “The red in your eyes and your horse throat suggests differently.” You sighed and cupped your face in your hands. It stayed silent for a bit. Eventually, the man went into his pocket and pulled out a box of matches and a pipe filled with tobacco. Your head lifted up from your hands to watch his process. He struck the match and lit the tobacco, waited for the smoke to form, and then sucked it out of the stem. His eyes closed as he blew out a beautiful puff of smoke. He then turned to look at you and held out the pipe. With some reluctance, you took the pipe from his hands, held the stem up to your lips, and sucked out the smoke. Of course holding it in for too long, you coughed the lingering smoke out.

The man smiled and scooted in closer to you to hold your back as you coughed and took the pipe away. Once your lungs calmed down, you turned to look at him as he was admiring you. “Better?” He kindly asked. You nodded softly. He smiled and took another inhale of smoke before putting the pipe away. “And what would such a beautiful maiden you be doing out in the woods all by herself?” He inquired. You smiled at how cheesy the compliment was. “I could ask the same thing about you.” You both chuckled. He was the first one to explain. “Well I was just out for an afternoon ride, when your shriek took me off my path. And now, here we are I guess.” You nodded slightly and turned to look at the floor.

“You still haven’t told me why you were screaming,” he mentioned. You sighed. “Just that sort of day I guess.” He nodded. “It just…gets too much sometimes.” As you felt your eyes welling up again, you also felt his hand rest upon yours. You turned to look up at him, a soft smile resting on his face. Naturally, your head fell onto his shoulder, and his head onto yours. You two spent a while like this. “Well, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be using all her voice up like that. Whoever it was that hurt you like this doesn’t deserve that much energy from you,” he consoled. You couldn’t help but blush a little bit. You had no idea who he was, yet you felt so comfortable with him. “You know, you still haven’t told me your name,” he said, lifting up his head. You lifted up yours as well to look at him. “Oh, um I-.”

You were cut off by the sound of trumpets coming increasingly closer. “Shit,” he said under his breath, scampering up off the log. You looked up at him confused. Was he in trouble with the palace law? Before you could ask any questions, he asked “Are you attending the King’s Ball?” Damn it. You would become a laughing stock to him, most likely being the only girl in the kingdom not attending. “Can’t we just see each other in the market tomorrow?” you suggested. “No, it has to be there,” he shot out. You thought to yourself for a second. Maybe with some extra chores, your stepmother would finally allow you. With hesitation, you finally answered. “Yes.” He smiled to himself. “I hope I shall see you there.” He seemed to move back towards you again, but halted as the trumpets began to blare again. “Have a good day madame!” he exclaimed, bolting off into the distant forest. You stood up as you watched the mystery man escape from your life.

The woods seemed to disappear around you as your heart fluttered. The first person to show you kindness in eight years and you didn’t even catch his name. Stupid. You were snapped out of your daze when the sound of approaching horse hoofs stopped behind you. Three palace soldiers on horses stood behind you as you turned and curtseyed to greet them. “Good afternoon men,” you greeted. They bowed their heads in return as a sign of respect. The Captain of the Royal Guard was the one in very front. “Pardon the intrusion, but we’ve been in search of His Royal Highness. He seemed to slip away from his fencing lessons earlier this afternoon and the king has been worried sick. Villagers said they saw him passing by through the woods just a moment ago. Have you seen him?”

Oh my god. It occurred to you that you had been so cooped up in the house you had no idea what the prince looked like. That couldn’t possibly had been him back there though. He would have no business around some low life like you. “Do you possibly have a picture of His Highness?” You asked. One of the guards in the back searches through his satchel and pulled out a portrait of the Royal Family. You walked up and took it, examining the prince’s face. You would’ve thrown up right there and then if it weren't for the fact you were trying to help him escape. But those eyebrows in that photo were unmistakable. It was him alright. You just smoked off of the prince’s pipe. “No, I do apologize, but I don’t recognize him,” you said. The captain simply nodded. “Thank you ma’am. As you were.” He bowed his head as him and his men rode off.

Shock pulled your heart from out of your chest and into your throat. You could hardly believe yourself. That must have been why he was so insistent on you attending the ball. But why? What could he possibly see in someone like you?

There was only one way to figure out. You went over to your horse, untied him from the tree, and rode off into town, with a new goal. You had to attend that ball.

The week had practically zoomed by. You had the house to yourself most days, your stepmother and stepsisters always out at the market place trying on dresses for the ball. This time was mostly spent either practicing dancing, or sewing up your own dress. There wasn’t much material in the house, and god forbid you take one of the dresses from your sisters, so you took scraps of fabric from your mother’s dresses and pieces of fabric in drawers around the house to make your own. It took about the rest of the week to make, spending laborious hours towards its construction. The final product was a pink gown. It wasn’t nearly nice as your stepsisters’ gowns, but it would suffice for the evening.

The night came and your stepmother and sisters could be heard shuffling downstairs preparing to get into the carriage. “Wait! I’m coming too!” you shouted down to them. They turned around and looked at you in shock. “Mother you can’t let her!” the tall stepsister shouted. “Yes it’s too humiliating to be seen with her! You can smell the soot from a mile away!” her sister rebounded. Their mother held their hand up, shushing them up immediately. “Now girls, if she would like to join us, that’s well up to her to decide. She’s a grown woman just like the two of you.” The girls looked at her in shock. Your eyes glimmered in hope. It was finally working, all your hard work had finally paid off. Your stepmother smiled at you. Something felt off though. Her eyes had that glint of malice in them. That glint whenever she was about to do something truly horrible.

“Now Cinderella, where did you get this dress from?” she inquired. “Oh, I used materials from my mother’s dresses and some fabric around the house,” you hesitated to reply. “Hm.” She stared at you, circled you like a shark for a moment. “Darling, come here.” The short one stood next to her mother, looking up at you. “Isn’t her dress lovely?” the woman asked. Your stepsister rolled her eyes a bit. “Yes mother,” she groaned out. “You can really see the attention to detail.” She traced her finger along one of your chiffon sleeves. “Like these sleeves. This beautiful pink fabric. Darling, don’t you have a fabric like this in your closet?” Your heart dropped. You could see where this was going fast. Your sister took a moment to observe the sleeve. She gasped. “You little witch, I bought this fabric its mine!” She ripped both sleeves off your dress. All you could do was stand there, mouth agape and watching in horror. The tall one walked up next. “And these pearls were in my drawer!” She ripped them off your neck.

Within the next 30 seconds, your sisters found some excuse to tear of each piece of fabric off your dress. You tried desperately to get them off you, but it was no use. Through the chaos, you could see your stepmother smirking by the door. Your eyes welled up with water as you could do nothing but watch. “Girls, girls!” your stepmother called out. “That’s quite enough!” The girls stopped, hair ratted, looking at what they had done to you. The tall one was smiling. The short one had the slightest bit of remorse in her eye. But it disappeared as soon as they collected themselves and walked out the door to the carriage. Their mother was about to follow them out the door. Before, she stopped. “Just as I said. Going to the ball is up to you. You’ll just have to decide if you want to go with a dress or not.” You couldn’t even say a word to her. “Goodnight, my dear.” She closed the door.

The silence of the foyer was choking you. You mindlessly shuffled to the backyard. Disassociated beyond belief, you took a seat on a bench outside. The tears came out naturally, without you even making a sound. It was all gone. The chance at a normal life. Just go to outside and feel like a human being for the night. To see him again. He wasn’t even at the front of your mind for once. You just wanted to curl up and disappear.

Out of the corner of your eye, a silver glimmer could be seen on the other side of the yard. You wiped your eyes and looked up to see a tall woman, in a beautiful white ballgown, a glowing wand in her hand, and..were those wings? You must be hallucinating, theres no way. Still being dissociated during the ordeal. The woman explained she was your Fairy Godmother, and that she could send you to the ball. She created a carriage out of one of the pumpkins in the garden, coachmen and horses out of the scuttering mice, and a magical light blue ballgown for you out of thin air. The finishing touch were a pair of shimmering glass slippers. You couldn’t believe your eyes. The woman explained the details of the spell. “While the spell lasts, no one at the ball will recognize you. This will give you anonymity.” That was a relief. You were worried over your step family. Prince Sanji probably wouldn’t either. You didn’t mind though. This was just an opportunity to get out there. “The spell will also wear off by midnight. That means all of this is gone by 12:01,” she continued. You accepted the terms, and next thing you know, you were off to the ball in your pumpkin.

As you stepped out of the carriage and onto the stairs for the castle, you felt like a little girl. Living out your dream as a princess. It was too good to be true. The other girls with their husbands walked gracefully up the stairs. You seemed to have gotten there a little late, everyone in the ballroom already. You gathered your courage, and your dress, and made your way up the stairs and into the castle. The beautiful golden accents and stone pillars were a marvel for the eye. The orchestra playing was more beautiful than you could ever imagine.

As you scouted the room, you could see the row of women lined up to greet His Highness. Sanji sat bored, more cleaned up from the last time you saw him and in a white coat with gold accents, and red dress pants. His hair still covered his eye, and you could see the king swatting at him to tuck it away. Embarrassingly, you caught yourself staring at him from up upon the balcony. Get a grip. It was stupid to spend your time fantasizing over a prince. He wouldn’t even remember who you were. But your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when you made split second eye contact with him. Before you could see him go back for a second glance, you had already made your way to wander about the rest of the palace.

Ironically, you found yourself too nervous to dance with the other guests. You instead spent your time admiring the architecture of the castle. The grand piano in the center of one of the lounge room caught your attention. Your mother had taught you how to play when you were young, and wanting to see how well you remembered, you pulled out one of the sheets of music and began to play. Music filled the room as you became so wrapped in the passion of playing. It seemed as if hours had gone by when it was only mere seconds.

“No one’s played that old thing in years,” a familiar voice spoke. You could tell it was Sanji before even needing to turn around. You immediately ceased playing and jolted up from your seat. “Oh, I do apologize!” you shot out, frazzled.. “No, no, I’m sorry for startling you, my lady!” he interjected, walking closer to you and raising his hands up in defense. “I was just admiring the piano, Your Highness.” Remember you forgot to address him properly, you curtsey, your big dress laying on the floor, and lower you chin.

You hear his footsteps move towards you, then feel his finger as it rests underneath your chin and pull it up to face him. “Indeed.” You feel his hot breath on your face as your stomach swarms with butterflies. He’s closer to you than he intended to be. He looks at you with comforting eyes and a familiarity. That wasn’t possible though, the Fairy Godmother said the spell forbade anyone from recognizing you. You couldn’t help but wonder though what he was thinking right about now. All you could think about was how beautiful his lips looked right about now, spending moments to stare at them, as he did yours. Before anything can get too messy, Sanji clears his throat and steps away. “You played beautifully.” “Thank you, Your Highness.” “Please, call me Sanji, Your Highness is too formal.” You smiled at his suggestion.

“Do you know how to play it?” you asked him, trying to break the tension. “My father tried to get me lessons, but I had a hard time paying attention,” he said as he took a seat down on the piano bench. “I can try though.” He stretched his fingers and begun to play the melody on the sheet of paper. You took a few steps back and rested your head on the base of the piano, watching him hypnotically while he played. The was his fingers graced the keys was mesmerizing to the plain eye. Once he finished, he smiled and look up at you. “You’re blushing, my lady,” he teased. You immediately snapped out of your daze, lifted your head and cleared your throat. “Oh, my apologies.” “It’s quite alright.” Sanji looked out behind the door and noticed the music being played in the ballroom. He then bowed, reaching out his hand to you. “Would you give me the honor of joining me on the dance floor?” Your blush grew even hotter. “Oh, I’m afraid I’m not much of a dancer.” He lifted up, and took your hand in his. “Well then, I suppose we will just make the rest of the castle our ballroom.” You stared at him confused. “We can’t have anyone else see you fumbling on your feet, can we?” You both giggled childishly as he took your waist and you rested your hand on his shoulder.

Sanji’s feet seemed to glide across the floor as he took you into a dance. You tried to match his movements, but your feet couldn’t help but stumble as you twirled along the floor. Your breath got slightly heavier as your embarrassment grew. “Are you alright, my dear?” Sanji asked with concern. “I’m sorry, I’m not very well versed with this dance,” you replied. Sanji smiled. “I guess I’ll just have to teach you.” He began to call out the movements you needed to make for the dance. “Left foot to the right, right foot forward…and twirl,” and so on and so forth. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see how hypnotically his eyes were watching you as you twirled, eyes low and tracing your figure. “See, now you’re getting it sweetheart,” he said, voice deep and low, putting butterflies in your stomach. The two of you continued to dance throughout the halls of the castle, eventually making your way to the balcony you had spotted him the first time.

It had taken a bit to remember, but it suddenly struck that you were dancing with the prince. This thought was brought back to you when you noticed every guest at the party staring at you and Sanji up on the balcony. “Sanji?” you whispered. He hummed low in response. “Everyone’s looking at you.” He chuckled under his breath. “Trust me my dear, I’m not the one they’re looking at.” You couldn’t help but blush. As you scanned the crowd, you spotted your stepmother and stepsisters. The look of jealousy in their eyes couldn’t help but make you smile. “We should go somewhere,” Sanji brought up. “Where?” you asked confused. “Away from here.” “But what about your guests?” Sanji smirked an evil look as he put his mouth just up to your ear. “I don’t think they’ll mind darling.” The butterflies were back.

It felt as if the two of you had been dancing for hours. You had no idea what time it was, or even where in the castle you were. All you cared about was being here with him. Little girls always dream about finding their prince. They never expect it to happen when they grow up. But here you were. Swaying on the outside terrace of the castle in the moonlight. Your head rested up against his shoulder, him looking down at you, as if nothing else mattered. You and your prince. Without another word needing to be said, Sanji straightened up, took your hand, and led you into the the darkness of the yard. The two of you came across a lone gazebo in a field of tall oak trees, lit only by the moonlight and a single candle lamp. After leading you inside, Sanji shut the glass door and lit a second candle in the gazebo with a nearby match. You took a seat on the bench wrapped around the building, flattening out your massive dress as it poofed up.

Sanji walked over next to you and took a seat, smoothing your face with his thumb. He gazed into your eyes as you smiled lovingly towards him. “My dear, may I ask you something.” You nodded softly, eyes slightly closed. “Where did you manage to get this beautiful gown.” Shit. You didn’t know what to tell him. He would never believe you if you told him the truth, you’d look like a fool. “One of the tailors at the marketplace,” you made up. He hummed and moved in closer to you. Your heart started pounding.

“I wasn’t aware your family could afford such fine fabrics. With the clothes you were wearing in the woods and such.” Your heart froze. “How did you know?” you stuttered out. It couldn’t be, there was no way. The Fairy said this was part of the spell, how could he possibly know? “I could never forget a face as beautiful as yours,” the words falling off of his tongue like honey. Before you had the time to comprehend what he said or how he could know it was you, his lips had interlocked with yours. They must have been laced with something, the way you simply seemed to melt into his touch.

His hand wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer into him. Your hands found their way into his hair, entangling fingers between the locks. The kiss was long, sensual, as Sanji explored your mouth for the first time. All you could do was let him take the lead, your hands tracing down his neck, humming as his tongue slipped into your mouth. In a swift motion, overtaking your dress with him, he slides you on top of his lap, where his aching erection becomes noticeable incredibly quick. You could feel him throbbing, begging, beneath you. His hand fumbled down the poof of your tulle skirt, and up your bare legs as he went to feel your ass.

As his hands went up, his mouth went down, leaving wet, sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking and marking as he went. You couldn’t help but make noise as he played with your ass like putty and sucked the essence out of your skin. “Oh could this really be happening to me,” you lowly moaned out. You could feel Sanji smiling against your neck, grabbing your ass harder in response. You could feel his cock growing bigger and his breath getting more frantic by the second. He suddenly moved his hands out of your dress, and separated his mouth from your neck, leaving a trail of saliva.

“May I?” he asked, desperation in his eyes. You froze up a little bit. “I’ve never done it before,” you warned. He paused for a moment, then nodded gently. “It’s okay, I’ll go easy.” You thought about it for a moment, then gave him a nod. With this, he effortlessly lifted you up in his arms and carried you to the gazebo floor. He laid you down gently on your back, then leaned back and unlatched his belt. He pulled his pants down ever so slightly, allowing just enough room for his cock to spring up in an almost comedic fashion. Sanji then pushed the fabric of your dress to the side as he searched for your underwear, getting closer to you.

You see him come and lean over you, kissing the top of your slightly exposed breast as he guides his tip across your hole with his hand. He had barely inserted himself into you and you were already mewling like a wild animal. You only got louder as more of his shaft entered your dripping cunt. Your fingers dug into his back as he braced and let out a few groans of his own. “God you’re so tight…” he groaned. Once he was finally inside of you he began to slowly rock back and forth, sending waves from your cunt to your brain.

His mouth moved back to yours as he absorbed all of your moans as his pace picked up. “So lucky I ran into the woods that day,” he gasped out between kisses and thrusts. “Your pussy’s so good. Molding perfectly to my cock.” You couldn’t even fully process what he was saying, so enwrapped in the experience at hand. You were sent into further delirium as he picked up the pace even more. Desperate for more of you, Sanji hiked up your leg onto his shoulder to get even deeper into your pussy. The bliss was overwhelming. “Go harder Sanji,” you managed to moan out. “I can take you.” Sanji couldn’t help but chuckle, but he still accepted your request, shoving more of himself into you as he slammed his tip into your g-spot. Your hand shot out to the side, grabbing at nothing but the concrete floor. Your back arched and hips buckled. This man had you at full disposal and you hadn’t even known him for a day. “Best pussy I’ve ever had,” he grunted. “Want to keep you with me forever.” As he picked his pace up again, you could feel something brewing in your lower stomach, no idea what this feeling was, but knowing it was coming fast. “S-Sanji, something’s happening,” you moaned out. He smiled and kissed your lips sloppily, like it was the last time he would. “I know my darling, just keep going for me.”

The sounds of your ass cheeks hitting across the floor, your moans and his groans mixing into each other’s mouths, the dim lit gazebo, everything felt straight out of a porno. Your hips began to buck further as the heat continued to grow. You could tell the same thing was happening to Sanji too, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. With the last final thrusts of his converging into your g-spot, the white heat finally rushed up the rest of your body as you experienced your first time of pure bliss and ecstasy. Your moans turned into mewls as your hand ripped at your dress for any sort of stability. As the orgasm died down, you felt Sanji’s aching cock slip out of you, as he turned away and finished on his own.

A sort of numbness scattered across your body. The experience left you exhausted, barely noticing Sanji crawling up and laying down next to you as he cleaned himself with a handkerchief and redid his pants. He planted soft, gentle kisses into your neck as he fixed you up and brought your dress back down to cover your legs. “Oh my darling you did so good,” he praised you. You looked at him, pure, unadulterated love in your eyes. “Thank you…for giving me this,” you choked out. His lips laced into yours as he hugged your hip. “I would give you all my love if you simply asked. This was just a treat.” You giggled like a little girl. He smiled back and continued to kiss you.

In between kisses, you tried to talk to him again, but couldn’t keep from giggling as he shut you up before you could continue. “Sanji.” Kiss. “Sanji…” Kiss and giggle. “Sanji!” This time he slipped in a little bit of tongue. “Your father will be asking about you, we need to get back now.” Sanji let go and groaned like a little school boy. “Alright, fine. But only because I can give him an answer on who to marry now.” You turned to face him. “And who would that be Your Royal Highness.” The silence and the look in his eyes spoke for itself. You took a deep breath and begun to sit up, but not before Sanji could pull you back down into him for another makeout session. Your giggles interlocked with his kissing only made him fall deeper in love with you. “Alright. We can go. IF! You tell me your name finally,” he suggested. All you could do at him was laugh, his childish behavior hitting all your soft spots. “Alright,” you began “It’s-.”

Before you could finish, you were cut off by the sound of the bell chimes from the grand bell tower at the front of the castle. How many times was that? Shit. “What’s wrong darling?” Sanji asked, sitting up. It was twelve times. You looked at him, frazzled and upset. “I’m so sorry,” was all you could manage to say as you ran out of the gazebo doors. Sanji’s face after you told him will be forever burned into your brain.

You ran and ran and couldn’t seem to slow down. You couldn’t possibly, you had no idea how much time you had left. You made your way through the castle, Sanji close on your trails and sending guards to chase after you. You made your way down the entrance stairs and into your carriage, which you could see rotting away by the second. As you jumped in, you couldn’t help but turn around and watch the castle as you drove away. You could even see Sanji, staring longingly out for you.

This was only for one night though. You needed to get that into your head or you would run straight back to him. You had a life to live. And you needed to go back to fulfill your duty. But this one night. This one perfect night. This was one you hoped to never forget.

a/n: you know how this story ends TRUST HE FINDS HER THROUGH THE SLIPPER AND EVERYTHING ENDS UP OKAY i just really didn't feel like writing all that lmao. hope you enjoyed (i sure did lol)

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Master List

Six

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: Yoongi and Hobi are going to give you (almost) everything you need to feel better.

Warnings: allusions to/descriptions of past abuse. Honestly this chapter is mostly fluff (by my standards of fluff). Yoongi is just 🫠

Wc: 8.5k ;)

A/n: if you've not read The Lore™️ I recommend that you do so. Also if you don't follow me and don't see my random posts, m/c is very smol, like probably under 5 foot.

Alpha smells so good, the tiny voice in your head preened, happier than she had sounded in years. Thank you, thank you, thank you, she chanted as you breathed deeper, and despite the fact that his arms were the only things you could feel, you felt more grounded in that moment than you had felt in days. Not that you would ever admit it.

The moment was too brief for your omega's liking. It seemed before any time had passed at all that your bottom landed in a chair. You looked up at the alpha like he had just taken the air from your lungs as he pulled away from you. Wordlessly, he nudged the shoulder of a taller alpha, and the male moved into the empty chair beside him.

"Yoongi, are you sure this is a good idea?" A voice asked. There was something familiar about it, and it might have been the pack alpha, Seokjin, but for the life of you, you couldn't take your eyes off the one who had carried you here. Yoongi. Yoongi smells like Tangerines, your inner voice cooed.

"She'll be fine. She needs to eat now. So everyone will be on their best behavior," Yoongi said in his smooth, deep voice. "Aren't you hungry, princess?"

Vaguely, you were aware of your head nodding and the sound of someone choking to your left. Yoongi picked up a glass from beside the plate in front of you and filled it with orange juice from a glass pitcher.

"Can you drink this for me, pup?" He offered you the glass and you took it with both hands, but even so you couldn't stop shaking, and a little splashed over the sides onto your hand. "That's okay," he assured you when your lips turned into a frown. The drink was removed from your hands, and they were quickly wiped clean. For the first time you looked around the table to see six pairs of eyes fixed solely on you. Startled, you began to draw away from Yoongi's touch, wanting to curl in on yourself and escape their view.

"Don't you all have your own dinners to eat?" Yoongi reminded them with a subtle growl. Clinking utensils and murmured requests to pass dishes were their response. Once more, Yoongi gently guided your gaze back to him with a touch of his fingertips. "Just focus on me right now, alright pup? Let me hold your glass and just have a small drink. It will make you feel better in no time," he encouraged with a smile so soft you didn't know what you could do but obey. You let him press the glass carefully to your lips before he tilted it up. The tangy juice coated your tongue, more sour than sweet. It must have been freshly squeezed. It smelled like him. You gulped it down greedily and earned an even wider smile from your—the alpha. He drew the glass away and gave you a soft pat on the top of your head before he pulled his own chair closer to yours and finally sat. He spoke to the others for a few moments as dishes continued to circulate the table, but you didn't hear a word of it. Your consciousness seemed trained entirely on the features of his face, the way his soft pink lips moved as he talked and the slight pull that made him smile, his cute round nose and cat-like eyes. Pretty, pretty, pretty, the you that wasn't you chanted.

Finally his attention was back on you and you had to focus on hearing the words he was saying when he looked at you again. He was holding a fork of scrambled eggs in your direction. You reached out for it but he took your hand and held it easily.

"You're still shaking. Let me do it. Open." His voice was soft, but you knew it was a command, and you obeyed before it occurred to you to protest further. How strange to be fed by another person, but the gentle way he did it, without discomfort or clumsiness, suggested that this wasn't his first time. He watched attentively as you chewed and swallowed before he offered you another mouthful.

"Do you want syrup?" He asked after you finished your eggs. You cocked your head at his question. "On your pancakes," he clarified. You still felt so fuzzy around the edges, whether it was because your blood sugar hadn't picked up yet or you were just out of it, you made no answer.

"Everyone likes syrup, hyung," one of the others commented on your behalf.

Yoongi nodded and poured syrup on top of the pancakes in front of him. He cut a triangular piece and lifted it in front of your face, giving you a raised eyebrow when you didn't immediately open your mouth. The instant he delivered the bite, your tongue exploded with a sweetness you had never tasted before. The moan that followed shocked everyone, including you. Your face heated with shame as they all laughed.

"I guess that was your first time," Jin said, smiling when you looked at him. "You'll never go back."

"Jin hyung insists on only real maple syrup," Yoongi told you, refocusing your attention with another fork full.

You stared into his eyes briefly before you snatched the fork from his fingers and turned it around to push the food into his gaping mouth. "Eat," you said with a pout. The others erupted into cackling while Yoongi chewed slowly, his cheeks and ears turning from pink to deep red.

"I think she can handle it now, hyung," Jimin said, grinning from ear to ear.

The alpha nodded shyly and pushed your plate closer to you before picking up his own fork. You continued eating on your own, quickly clearing your plate. You hadn't realized how hungry you actually were. When your plate was empty, you started to stand to leave them in peace, but Yoongi placed a hand on your lower thigh, using very little force to put you back in your seat.

"Stay," he ordered, turning your bones to jelly with one simple word. Before you knew what was happening, one of the taller alphas took your plate, giving you a boxy smile, and you could only whine after him. "Did you want more?" Yoongi asked, but you shook your head. It was the idea of an alpha cleaning up after you that filled you with dread. You should be doing that. But Yoongi wouldn't let you. Would you be punished for it later? You looked up at the alpha with bewilderment.

Yoongi swallowed the last bite of his dinner and washed it down with juice. His hand moved from your leg to your hair and a shiver like you've never known rippled down your spine. He smiled. "You listen so well, pup," he told you softly. "Tae and Jimin will clean this up. Hobi has gone to run you a bath and then he will fix your bed. Does that sound alright?"

Why was your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth? You'd barely been able to speak one word to him since you woke up to him hovering over you. You needed to protest because none of this was correct. It wasn't making any sense. But you couldn't argue because he made it sound right. You just nodded. He smiled once again before he stood and leaned over you like he was about to lift you up again. You squeaked, finally finding your voice.

"Walk," you croaked. If you knew his face better you would be able to see the microscopic fall of his smile, but today you couldn't. He nodded and straightened, holding out a hand to help you out of your chair. You took it, surprised at finding yourself unable to pass up an opportunity to touch him again. You got to your feet shakily, but you were determined to walk yourself. He released your hand when you turned to walk back to your room, but your shoulders relaxed as soon as he placed his hands there, guiding you and keeping you steady as his warm palms pressed through your shirt.

You walked through the bedroom toward the bathroom where the water was running. Hoseok shut it off and turned to you.

"You have soap, shampoo, conditioner and towels. Do you need anything else?" He asked energetically.

You raised a hand to your head shyly and cleared your throat before you could speak. "Do you have a brush?"

He didn't answer but simply rushed out of the room, leaving you alone with Yoongi once more.

"Where are you going?" Jin asked as Hobi whizzed past him on his way to the stairs.

"Pup needs a brush!" He answered, not changing his velocity.

Jin sighed heavily. His husband had been uncharacteristically quiet at dinner and there's no doubt it had been because of you. No one knew what kind of black magic the alpha had worked on you to get you to comply, but he knew it affected Hobi that you listened to Yoongi and not him. Now the omega would do anything in his power to get you on his side, if only because he was a little bit of a control freak. That had never bothered Jin. Hobi was always the one with the plan and he was always followed happily along, ever since they were children, before stealing kisses and making future plans, which had been Hobi's ideas too. Jin had never seen anyone not do as his mate said, so had never seen him quite this desperate before.

"Slow down, sweetheart," Jin admonished as the man came back down the stairs quickly, bearing his hairbrush. Hobi pecked a kiss onto Jin's cheek without slowing his steps too much. He followed to your room and hovered in the doorway as Hobi handed you the brush.

"Is there anything else you need?" The omega asked when you took it. You shook your head meekly.

Jin knew the look in Hobi's eyes, the particular curl of his fingers that said he wanted to do it for you. Probably, he wanted to take the brush from your hands and detangle your hair himself. Everyone had done a good job of not noticing during dinner because your presence had been so shocking, but you did look like a fucking disaster. Three days and nights of rolling around in bed, out of your mind, not bathing or taking care of yourself. You looked rough. Jin watched you turn and walk into the bathroom, looking at them as you closed the door as if you weren't certain they were really going to let you go in alone. Yoongi's hands also hovered uncertainly in the air. But they went limp when they heard the lock on the door click.

"Should we have let her go in there alone?" Hobi asked Yoongi after a second, but the alpha was clearly wondering the same thing.

"Guys, she might not know anything about being an omega, but I'm sure she has bathing down by now," Jin replied, stepping fully into the room now.

"I guess," Hobi mumbled. "Quick, help me with the bed."

Yoongi remained still, so Jin stepped around the bed to pull the fitted sheet from the mattress. He rolled it into a bundle and moved toward the door to take it to the laundry room, but Yoongi stopped him.

"I'll take it," he offered in a rough voice. Hoseok laughed, high and amused, more joyful than Jin had noticed in a few days.

"You're not gonna make fun of him like you did Namjoon?" Jin asked, almost defensively.

Hobi shook his head. "Oh, Jinnie, I think he's earned it, don't you?" Yoongi stood holding the sheets with a dopey smile. "He's not just being weird. He's taken a shine to the girl. How did you get her to listen to you, anyway?"

Yoongi shrugged, his smile turning slightly smug. "I guess she just needed an alpha's touch."

"Whatever you say, hyung. Go take those to the laundry room," Hobi chuckled. "C'mon, Jinnie, help me make the bed."

"What are you so happy about?" Jin asked abruptly as he helped tuck a new fitted sheet under the corner of the mattress.

Hoseok smiled as he shook a fluffy blanket over the bed. "I'm going to build her a nest."

"But she doesn't nest," Jin grumbled. It had been one of the things that bothered Hoseok the most about you. He couldn't stop talking about it after he found out.

"She doesn't know how. I bet she's never had one decent nest in her whole life. But I make the best ones, so if I can just show her how nice it is, maybe she'll learn. Or at least maybe she'll be a little more comfortable tonight." He shrugged as he shuffled around the alpha, intent on his task. Jin knew that helping would only get in Hobi's way, so he simply pressed himself to the wall and watched.

"It's not like she deserves it," he mumbled as his mate built up a perimeter, "or will even appreciate it."

"How can you say that?" Hoseok asked, clearly offended. "Everyone deserves a soft nest to lay their head in."

Jin sighed. "I know, but she's been nothing but rotten to you, to all of us but especially you, since she got here."

Hoseok looked at him like he didn't know the man. Jin knew he was being uncharitable in his opinion of you. When you first arrived he was driven as mad as the rest of them by your sweet scent, but his head had since cleared and the way you upset his husband had changed you from an omega in need to a troublesome intruder in his mind, and he didn't feel much like being charitable.

"Jin, you can't hold that against her. She's broken. She doesn't know what she's doing."

"Don't say that about her," Yoongi interrupted. "She could hear you."

"And so what if she does? It's not like she's been particularly concerned about Hobi's feelings."

"Jin, please," Hobi cut him off. "I don't understand why you're lashing out like this."

"I don't like seeing you upset the way she made you yesterday," Jin admitted.

Hobi stepped close to him and held the alpha's face in his hands. "Baby, I appreciate that you are sticking up for me, but you can't blame her for how she's acting. She's half out of her mind. We don't even know who she really is outside of the heat haze. Yesterday was as much my fault as it was hers. So don't be upset."

Jin closed his eyes as he deflated. "Fine. She can't use this one though," he declared, grabbing a blanket that he only moderately liked off the top of the pile Hobi was pulling from before walking out in a huff.

"Thank you," Yoongi said softly when the other alpha reached the stairs, "for giving her the benefit of the doubt."

"Pfft," Hobi replied as he continued adding soft material to the small nest he was building for you. "It's not for you."

"I know."

Hobi finished and stood with his hands on his hips, taking a moment to admire his work. "What's it to you, anyway? What's she to you?"

Yoongi shrugged, because he didn't yet have a good answer to give.

"She doesn't want an alpha. You understand that, right?" Something like understanding and maybe a bit of pity filled his gaze.

Yoongi nodded. "I know. But that doesn't mean that she doesn't need one. I think she just doesn't know what she needs," he argued, and the omega only hummed in agreement. Yoongi might have elaborated further, but you emerged from the bathroom a moment later with a towel wrapped around your hair, wearing the fresh t-shirt and shorts Hobi had left for you. If you had heard any of their conversation, you showed no sign of it. The alpha's eyes roamed over what little there was of you. Your small frame looked even smaller in his shirt. You were tiny even by omega standards.

"What?" You asked when they both stood staring at you a moment too long. Yoongi could see you were a bit more yourself now. The color of your irises wasn't so lost by the pits of your pupils anymore. He hated himself for wishing just a little bit to have you back in that soft state. What if you were about to kick them out?

Yoongi cleared his throat. "Are you feeling better?"

You averted your eyes from his dark stare and nodded. "Thank you." The alpha practically melted over the two softly spoken words. "What's this?" You asked, looking at the pile of blankets arranged on the mattress and then back at the two of them.

"I made you a nest. I thought it might help you sleep. Will you give it a try?" Hoseok asked, hopeful but shy. You swallowed, looking over the nest again, unsure.

"It will be really good for you," Yoongi encouraged. He wanted to purr at the way he could see your hesitation fall away an inch.

You tugged the towel from your hair and Hoseok took it immediately from your hands. He wanted more than anything to get at you with a brush and a blow dryer, but he knew that would definitely be too intimate for you.

"How do I get in it?" You wondered.

The two men smiled, and without thinking too much about it, Yoongi stepped forward and grasped you firmly around your rib cage. You kicked your feet a little in surprise, but it wasn't much of a protest. Hoseok pulled back one of the top blankets, and Yoongi deposited you directly into the center of the nest, where you let out a little 'oof.' You patted at the blankets all around you, looking smaller than ever surrounded by them.

"You can adjust them however you like," Hoseok said nervously.

You took a moment to feel the fabric under your fingers, enjoying the softness, and pulled the blanket on top of you. "I've never had a nest made by an omega before," you admitted quietly. Your eyes were already beginning to glaze over again, with tears or omega space, Yoongi wasn't sure. "This is so nice."

Hoseok's heart swelled, equal parts sorrow and pride. It was a travesty that you had never known an omega's touch, but if he would be the first, he would also be the best. His confidence rose, knowing no one else could do it better.

"I knew you'd like it." He would thoroughly enjoy telling Jin just how wrong he had been. In response, you only nestled further into the blankets. "I guess you're probably tired. I'll let you get some rest and check on you in the morning," he told you, but he wasn't sure you were listening. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he thought he heard the shortest of purrs come from the blankets. Hoseok turned to the door with a lingering look at you before he caught Yoongi standing beside your bed and looking at you fondly. "Yoongi hyung, are you coming?" He asked teasingly.

Yoongi shook his head dazily. "No. I'm going to stay and watch over her."

"Yoongi," Hobi said, all teasing gone, his voice flat and serious.

The alpha turned to look at him just as seriously. "I promise I'm not going to do anything. I'm not going to get in there with her or anything. I'm just not ready to leave her. What if something happens?" Hobi gave him a concerned frown. "I have to leave in a few hours for work anyway. Just give me a little while to make sure she's safe."

At that, Hobi walked back to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Alright, hyung. But let me get you a chair so you're not standing over her bed all night like a creep."

He went to the kitchen for a chair and set it by the door so that Yoongi could give you a little space and then let him be. Yoongi sat and watched the pile of blankets rustle for several minutes, listening happily to the broken little chirps and grumbles you made as you explored the nest. His scent fluffed around him, unintentionally at first, but then he hoped it would reach you and be a welcome addition to your cocoon. When it did reach you, your head emerged suddenly from beneath a thick blue blanket, hair ruffled and face red from rubbing it against the blankets. You met his eyes curiously.

"I'm just going to stay here a little while," he told you gently. "If that's alright. I'll watch over you."

Your eyes didn't stray, but you rested your head on the edge of the nest and continued to watch him back. He fidgeted slightly under your gaze, not uncomfortably, but he wondered what you thought when you looked at him and he hoped it was good. He wondered which of the items Hobi had gathered for you was your favorite and if that would be a good courting gift for you.

And yeah, he was getting ahead of himself, but he'd been done for since you first called him alpha three nights ago and the way you unexpectedly allowed him to take care of you and sealed his fate. Yoongi had never formally courted Hoseok. There had been gifts and dates, of course, but he already had three other alphas, and Yoongi had done his best to prove that he could be a valuable member to the whole pack, that he fit in right, rather than showing that he could provide and protect for an omega that already had everything he needed. It wasn't at all like he hoped it would be with you. Yoongi wanted you to be his omega. He would have to show you that he would move heaven and earth to make sure you never hurt again, and that you could have everything you'd ever been denied. After just the last few hours, Yoongi was ready to risk it all to give you just that.

"Do you want me to turn off the lights so you can sleep?" He asked when your eyelids closed heavily. At the sleepy nod of your head, he reached above him and flipped the switch, drowning you both in darkness.

It wasn't that late yet, so there was still plenty of activity in the house. In the living room, Jungkook and Taehyung played video games. Their laughter became much clearer to Yoongi now, but he could also hear Namjoon's deep voice as he told Jimin about something that happened at school. The alpha always valued Jimin's advice in particular when it came to his students. He could even hear Jin and Hobi's footsteps upstairs as the omega prepared the pack's nest. He liked to subtly tell each member where they would sleep that night based on the placement of their favorite pillows. Yoongi knew how he would frown when he set aside Yoongi's pillow. He sighed heavily, hoping with all of his being that the pack would let you stay, because letting you go didn't feel like a viable option, but losing the family he had built would break his heart.

You were barely conscious and you could hardly breathe. And yet somehow it was better that way, better not to be entirely in your body when your alphas pushed your face into the mattress and took what they wanted with the excuse that you needed it too.

"Omegas like you are only good for breeding. When you give us a pup, we won't have to do this so much."

At least heats were a little better than ruts.

You awoke in a panic, fighting desperately against the blankets smothering you. Sitting up to free yourself, you looked around as you caught your breath. You were alone. The chair by the door where Yoongi sat was empty now, but the door was open and light poured in from the room across the hall. Fearing that the suffocating nest would pull you back into your dreams, you scrambled gracelessly over the edge and toward the door.

You smelled leather, something between a new car smell and an old leather jacket. You had smelled it in the house before, but you hadn't assigned it to a face yet. You should have been paying more attention at dinner earlier, but you had been singularly focused on Yoongi; you couldn't have looked at the others if you'd wanted. As you stepped cautiously into the hallway, you noticed that the TV was on in the living room. When you looked in his direction you found Jungkook already looking at it. He didn't say anything, but his expression was curious, like he was waiting to see what you were about to do. So you turned away from him and took a few unsteady steps toward the other room. You clung to the door frame as you peered into the room. A tall alpha with broad shoulders and fluffy dark hair held back by a headband stood inside the room facing an easel. He looked ponderously at the half-done canvas in front of him, but he must have sensed you, because he whipped around suddenly to look at you. You leaned harder into the door post and he brushed at a lock of hair escaping his headband, getting paint on his face in the process.

"I'm Taehyung," he finally said after a long silent moment of staring at one another.

You nodded, figuring your name wasn't necessary. "Where's Yoongi?" Your voice came out in a rasp.

Taehyung's lips lifted into a boxy smile. "Yoongi hyung had to go to work."

You let out a soft oh. "What time is it?"

"It's after 3 am. So hyung might be home soon," Jungkook said from the hallway behind you.

"What are you all doing up so late?"

"Oh. I had a nightmare, so I got up to paint a bit. Sorry if I bothered you. He said the pheromones would be good for you, but I know people find my scent overwhelming, so I didn't want to overdo it." Taehyung's smile faltered, and you didn't like that one bit.

"I think your scent is nice," you assured him with a shake of your head, and his smile returned instantly, maybe even brighter.

"I told you, Tae," Jungkook added.

"I've seen her before," you interrupted the conversation the two men were having with their eyes.

"Huh?" Taehyung asked, his eyebrows raising dramatically.

You gestured to the small girl on the canvas behind him. Her arms were outstretched, palms up and her face raised to the sky. "I've seen her on a building downtown."

"Oh!" The apples of his cheeks reddened. "Yeah Hobi and Jin were not particularly impressed with that stunt. But I'm glad you recognized her."

"I pass by her a lot. I always wonder what she's waiting for."

Taehyung turned to look at the canvas, cocking his head to the side. "I never thought of her as waiting for something. I see her as just existing, free, taking it all in."

You shifted nervously. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know anything about art."

He turned back to you quickly. "No! It's what you see that matters. I like your perspective. Art is about what you see."

You smiled half-heartedly at him. "I'm sorry for interrupting. I should go back to bed."

"Do you need anything?" Jungkook asked when you briefly met his eyes as you turned back to the bedroom. You merely shook your head as you passed him. "Yoongi left you some water and a protein bar. He'd want you to have some before you go back to sleep," he added.

You didn't answer but went straight through the dark room into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Did I upset her?" You could hear Taehyung ask through the closed door.

"I think it's alright, hyung. She's probably just tired. Take it from someone who has already fucked it up once," Jungkook assured him.

"She seemed okay though." Whatever Jungkook's response was, you couldn't hear it. "Cute the way she asked for Yoongi hyung," Taehyung said, and both men snickered. Finally, Jungkook's steps retreated and only then did you go about your business.

After you washed your hands, you exited the bathroom and went back to the bed. On the nightstand, Yoongi had left you a bottle of water, a protein bar, and two tangerines. You sat at the edge of the mattress and rolled one of the small orange orbs in your hands. When you brought it to your nose. Smells just like alpha, she purred and something in your shoulders relaxed involuntarily. You sliced the thin skin with your thumbnail and began to peel it. Tart juice squirted in your mouth, bringing an unexpected brightness to your mood that you would swear was just a rush from the natural sugar. You quickly peeled and ate the other one as well. You didn't truly have the appetite for the protein bar but…

Alpha wants us to eat it. So you unwrapped it and ate the whole thing in a few unthinking bites and drank half the bottle of water to wash it down. Satisfied that you had done enough, you finally crawled back into the cocoon of the nest.

Hoseok was so nice to give us this, your omega crooned. We should make one like this, please?

"We can't," you whispered back and you settled amongst the blankets. It was lovely, so soft and soothing against your skin. It made your body hum like you'd never known before. At the moment, you couldn't remember why this was wrong, but you knew you could never recreate it yourself. Hoseok was a perfect omega who did everything perfectly. No attempt you made could ever compare, so you could add that to the pile of reasons why you never would. You'd never top this.

You weren't really tired after the snack you just had, and you felt more clear-headed than you had in days. Your heat must have been coming to an end, and that thought brought you immense relief. Soon you'd be free of your intrusive thoughts and persistent needs, and you'd be able to leave and return this pack to the peace it deserved. You decided to enjoy this nest while you could and laid back listening to the distant tv.

Sometime later, you heard Yoongi come home. There was some shuffling, shoes thudding on the hardwood floors where they were removed, keys clashing with others in a bowl. More shuffling and you could smell him at the bedroom door, which was still open.

"How is everything?" You heard him whisper.

"Fine," Jungkook replied. "She woke up a while ago, but I think she's back to sleep now."

You closed your eyes as Yoongi's soft, socked footsteps neared the bed. He stopped by the nightstand, and you heard the crinkle of a wrapper as he closed his fingers around it. His happy citrus scent settled on you and you tried to keep your breathing even.

Ask Alpha to stay, she whined. There's room in here for him.

You kept your fists around the blanket so you could resist reaching out for him.

He doesn't want you or your filthy nest.

Yes he does! Not filthy!

You let out an involuntary whimper as the voices argued, and you could sense him shift in your direction. His hand reached out to you and skimmed the top of a blanket almost imperceptibly.

"C'mon, hyung. You should go upstairs and get some rest," Jungkook called to him. He hesitated for a moment, but sighed and turned to pad away, out of your room, and you released your own breath.

Even with three of his mates still snoozing in the nest, mornings always felt chaotic for Hobi. He always tried to get the men to eat something, at least a piece of toast for Namjoon to soak up the positively enormous tumbler of coffee he took with him every day to school. Jin was a little better about eating a full breakfast, if only to make Hobi worry less. Jimin was always harder to coax since he usually stayed in bed until the last possible second. He was incorrigible on this point, but his omega always made sure he left with a good lunch.

After the three of them were off to work, Hoseok got started on laundry, which there never seemed to be an end to. He didn't like to admit to being a stereotype but when Jin had gotten him the top of the line, heavy duty washer and dryer set last year for his birthday he actually almost cried from joy. The only thing that would have been nicer if he had brought home another omega instead. Jungkook had always been eager to help with chores before he entered the academy, but now Hobi mostly relied on Taehyung, who was a cheerful, if often inept, helper. Really, all of his packmates did their best to help with chores, but it never sat right with him, and deep down he knew that he was lacking something beyond an extra set of gentle hands.

As if summoned by his thoughts, you appeared in the kitchen a few minutes after the house fell quiet. You picked up a sock that had fallen from the pile of clothes in his arms when he stopped short.

"Hey, good morning," he smiled at you. "Are you hungry? I can make you some breakfast."

You shook your head softly. "Can I help?"

He cocked his head to the side. "With what?"

"Um…I can fold laundry. Or I can clean. I'm a good cleaner."

He hummed and nodded for you to follow him to the couch, subtly sniffing the air around you as he passed. He could tell you were at the end of your cycle since your sweetness had diminished, replaced by a pleasant crispness, more fresh Granny Smith than gooey apple pie. He dumped the pile of clothes on the cushions in between you, and you immediately put your hands to work.

"You can just put them in piles by, like, type of clothing. Everyone wears each other's stuff for the most part, so there's no use in dividing it out." You nodded as he spoke. You sat for a few minutes in silence while you both worked and a pile of neatly folded t-shirts grew quickly on the ottoman in front of you. "Where did you learn to fold like that?" Hoseok asked, looking at the crisp, methodical way you folded the shirts. You did it quickly, but so perfectly that you must have had a lot of practice. You paused, your hands frozen where they carefully helt the fabric.

"Is it not okay?" You asked sheepishly.

"No, it's brilliant. I was just curious."

You cleared your throat and continued folding. "My former alpha was very particular. He was in the military for a long time, and he liked everything to be perfectly neat."

Hoseok tried to hide his cringe, not looking directly at you when he asked, "he was much older than you?"

You hid your face but nodded.

"You must be really good at ironing then?" He laughed, trying to get you both past the awkward moment, trying not to dwell on it in his own mind. He could digest that information later on his own.

"Oh, yeah, I'm great at it!" you smiled.

"You'll have to teach me your tricks. I'm terrible at it even though I've been doing Jin's shirts and Yoongi's uniforms for years. Now I have Jungkook's uniforms, too, but I just hate doing it so much."

You smiled up at him, and he recognized the gleam in your eye as the joy of being useful. "I can help you do them today."

Hoseok smiled back, and you lapsed back into silence as you worked.

Around lunch time, Hobi's three sleepy pups trudged down the stairs, all fluffed and bleary eyed, as if it were still early morning. Yoongi led the line, but Taehyung and then Jungkook each ran into his back when he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, eyes locked on you where you were ironing his work clothes in the middle of the living room with Hoseok looking over your shoulder.

"What's going on?" He asked in a rough, sleepy voice.

Hobi's smile gleamed at him. "Little pup is helping me with some chores."

"Did we wake you?" You asked, a tiny bit of fear visible in your eyes.

Yoongi shook his head and raked a hand through his messy hair.

"Don't stare," Hoseok tisked. "Go sit and I'll get a pot of coffee and some food going. Do you want to join me in the kitchen after you finish this one?" He asked you and you nodded your head shyly, avoiding the men's gazes, before he walked away.

As difficult as it was to have the guys on different schedules all the time, there was something nice about days when Jungkook and Yoongi were at home and Hoseok could give them the attention that was sometimes hard to give when everyone was home. Yoongi was unusually quiet as he sat at the kitchen table. Normally he would be telling the omega about what calls he had made the night before or filling him in on the workplace drama that Hoseok ate up like a soap opera. Instead, he noticed the alpha's eyes glued to you no matter where you went. You clearly felt it too, because although you wouldn't look directly at him, your shoulders curled in as you moved around, following any instructions the older omega gave you. After a few minutes of this, he began to worry that maybe it wasn't just shyness that made you hide, but the fear that Yoongi might be a particular alpha. Hoseok could only guess what that might mean to you.

"Take that to Yoongi, please," he told you, handing you a plate full of eggs and sausage.

After you set the plate on the table, Yoongi grabbed your wrist, gently but with authority. "Sit."

Your ass was in the seat next to his the next second.

"You need to eat, too," he instructed, shooting the briefest of glances at Hoseok. A second later a plate was also placed in front of you. Then Hoseok picked a grape out of the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table and threw it directly at Yoongi's forehead.

"If you don't stop staring at her like you're going to eat her, I'm going to eat you," the omega threatened.

Jungkook and Taehyung snickered over their food and Yoongi finally sat back in his chair. You both turned your attention to your meal and didn't look at each other again until you were finished.

"I'll go take a nap, if that's okay?" You said when you'd cleared your plate.

"Of course," Hoseok nodded. "Leave your plate. I'll take care of it," he smiled, and you reluctantly did as you were told.

Yoongi's eyes tracked you back to the bedroom. After they heard the click of the door, Hoseok popped him with another grape.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Yoongi growled but there was no threat in it. "I want her to stay."

"That's not an answer. You're scaring the poor girl." He threw another grape.

Yoongi flicked it with his fingernail after it fell by his hand, as if it were the fruit assaulting him and not the man across the table. He sighed, "I'm just trying to look out for her. Can't you tell? Her heat is almost over, and then what will happen? Are we just going to throw her out to fend for herself?"

"Yoongi–"

"Please ask Jin to let her stay. I know he's not fond of her, but I'm begging you."

Hobi reached across the table to take the alpha's hand. "We can discuss it with him when he gets home."

Yoongi squeezed his fingers around the other man's hand and looked at him desperately. "I picked up a long shift tonight. I go in a four. But it doesn't matter because he'll listen to you more than me, anyway. You like her, don't you, Hobi?"

He couldn't help smiling at his packmate's emotion, but also because yes, he did. "Of course, sweetheart. We're still just getting to know her, but I like her. She was very sweet this morning. And no, I don't want to throw her out on the street. But it isn't only up to me and Jin. We have other packmates to consider as well."

Jungkook took his cue. "Of course, I want her to stay."

"Me, too," Taehyung agreed. "And Jimin will, too. Namjoon��will agree with whatever Jin decides."

Hoseok rolled his eyes, even though it was true. "I'll talk to Jinnie when he gets home, but I don't think it will be all sunshine and roses if she stays," he warned, looking particularly at Taehyung. "She might not want to be around all you alphas. Not right away. We don't know how she'll act when she's normal versus during her heat."

"I don't mind if she doesn't care for us. I just want her to be safe," Yoongi mumbled into his food as he pushed it around his plate, earning him an endeared smile from Hoseok.

"I don't mind either. It could be like having a sister! Never had one of those before," Taehyung mused.

"Okay, okay. Finish your lunch and get cleaned up. You're smelling up my kitchen," Hobi teased.

When Jin came home, found his husband alone in the kitchen, having beaten Jimin and Namjoon home from work while Jungkook and Taehyung had gone to the gym, giving them a rare moment alone. The music playing loudly from the Bluetooth speaker in the living room allowed him to sneak up on the unsuspecting omega. Jin wrapped his arms around Hobi's waist and buried his face in the man's neck, leaving a kiss while taking a deep inhale. He melted a little more into his back as Hobi reached to turn down the volume.

"You're in pre-heat, baby," Jin said against his warm skin.

"I know," Hobi grinned.

"Isn't that like a week early?"

Hobi nodded. "Yeah, I think our house guest might have triggered it to start a little early. It's not a big deal. I'll probably be there by morning."

"You should have told me so I could get my meetings for the rest of the week moved."

"Don't be silly. You don't have to move all your meetings," Hoseok hedged.

"Since when? Of course I'm going to be here for your whole heat. That's my job, and my priority." Jin turned Hoseok around so that he could hold his face in his hands. "I'll let my secretary know and she'll handle it. I won't miss a second."

"I don't need to be waited on hand and foot," Hobi blushed.

"Of course you do. You're my prince," Jin said with a kiss to his forehead.

"I was thinking maybe I should see what it's like…"

"What what's like, baby?"

"Struggling the way she did. To be alone…" Hoseok braced himself because he knew Jin wouldn't like the mere suggestion of it.

"What? You don't want to have a knot during your heat?" Jin looked shocked.

"No! No. It's not that I don't want it. I was just thinking how strange it would be. Forget I said anything. I must be getting a little muddled already." Hobi fidgeted under the alpha's eyes.

"Don't worry, baby. The boys and I will get everything ready tonight. We're going to take good care of you like we always do," Jin assured him with a soft kiss to his lips.

"I know."

"It will be strange, having two omegas in heat in the house," Jin commented, moving away slightly to pick at the bowl of fruit.

"She's coming off it actually," Hoseok said softly. You told him you wanted to clean the bathroom you'd been using, but you might appear at any moment.

"Oh." Jin froze. "Oh. She'll be leaving then?"

"About that…"

"Hobi, don't look at me like that."

Hoseok took a step closer. "Baby, hear me out."

Jin took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. I'm listening."

"She doesn't have anywhere to go."

"She does, actually."

"Don't interrupt me," Hoseok warned, and the alpha looked chastened. "She doesn't have somewhere good to go. Somewhere safe. She can stay here. We have the room and she isn't causing us any problems." Jin looked like he wasn't buying. "I've already talked to Yoongi, Kook and Tae, and they all want her to stay with us."

"What about Jimin and Namjoon?"

"I haven't spoken to them about it specifically, but Jimin has already been trying to convince her that cohabitation is the right way to go, and this could be a good first step, since she's already here. And Namjoon will agree with whatever you think."

Jin smiled a little at that. Namjoon always deferred to Jin on pack matters, while Yoongi and Taehyung weren't afraid to debate. Not that Jin was the kind of alpha who demanded complete control. If anything he kept a rather light touch on power, seeing as how Hoseok was always the one who was really in control, in his opinion. Still, it was nice to get that kind of respect from one pack member.

"Ultimately, it's your decision, pack alpha. It's your home," Hobi added, knowing how to butter him up.

"It's our home, but more importantly it's your home. I don't really care about her one way or another. What I care about is how she affects you. I don't want her being disrespectful and upsetting you." Jin brushed his fingers along Hobi's cheek and the omega could see in his dark brown eyes that he truly meant it.

"I think that was all a big misunderstanding," Hobi said with a shake of his head. "We actually spent a lot of time together today and she was really sweet, and helpful. I like having another omega around. I like her." He pulled Jin close, going in for the kill with a light kiss in the lips.

Jin groaned. "What exactly are you asking me here? To court her? Or to let her crash for a few days? Because I don't think I can–"

"I'm not asking you to court her!" The omega answered quickly, not least because that was definitely a conversion he would have to have with Yoongi when the time was right, if it ever got that far. "Just let her stay until she's back on her feet," he proposed softly, not adding or until things change.

Jin closed his eyes and breathed, "okay."

Hobi hugged him tight and smiled into his chest. "Thank you, alpha. You'll be glad in the end, when you stop thinking just of me, and the need to protect hits. You'll be glad you didn't toss her out."

Jim grumbled something unintelligible.

"Maybe we should use protection this time around," Hoseok said quietly.

Jin pulled back quickly. "Why?"

"Just…plans might be changing…"

"You don't want to have pups anymore?" Hobi could see how deeply that truly hurt him.

"That's not what I'm saying at all!" He assured his alpha. "I want pups with you more than anything. But things might take a while to settle and with someone new in the house…maybe we should wait."

Jin shook his head. "No. We've already been trying for over a year. I don't think it makes sense to miss an opportunity. If it's between us trying to have pups and her staying, then I change my answer."

Jin was shaking, and it scared Hobi deeply. Seokjin had always been very clear on his desire for pups and they had already waited so long in his view. He didn't blame Hobi for that, but it hadn't been easy so far. To have you present one more obstacle was more than the alpha could bear. Hoseok placed his hands on both sides of his face and rubbed soothing circles with his thumbs.

"Okay. We'll try. I was just thinking out loud."

Jin's face fell at his lover's attempt to soothe him. "Wait. No. I'm not going to be the kind of alpha who forces you to have a pup when you're not ready. If you think it's better–"

"You're not forcing me." Hobi reached up on his toes to press their foreheads together. "I want to have your baby. You know how my brain just constantly works to shift things around. Every decision moves everything else around it. But you're right. We shouldn't miss the chance while we have it."

Jin's lips curled into a soft smile. "I love your brain. You make everything work for us, all the time. Don't know what we'd do without you."

"You won't have to," Hobi replied as he was pulled one again into a warm embrace where he stayed for several long moments. Until they heard you clear your throat. They pulled away to look at you.

"Sorry for interrupting," you said sheepishly. "I finished the bathroom. Would you like me to do the one upstairs?" You asked with a bucket in hand.

"Absolutely not!" Hobi cried. "But you can help me with dinner."

"Of course!" You nodded and went to put the cleaning supplies back in the cupboard where you had found them before washing up.

Jin sat at the kitchen table observing the two of you as you prepared a meal for the pack. He was surprised to see how you talked sweetly with his mate now, how he could even draw shy little smiles from you. Jimin and Namjoon came home, followed shortly after by Jungkook and Taehyung, and they all sat around the table while the two of you insisted you didn't need any extra hands.

"Y/n," Jin said your name simply to call your attention after he had seen enough. Your hands paused mid chop and you looked at him like a deer in the headlights. "I'm inviting you to stay here until you get yourself back on your feet. If you would like that," he offered, feeling a little sheepish.

You swallowed and looked from the pack alpha to the omega, who nodded encouragingly. "I…I wouldn't want to be inconvenient."

"You wouldn't be!" Hoseok insisted. "You take up no room at all. And you've been a huge help today." He hoped you understood how much he had enjoyed that and how grateful he was.

"But, I'm taking up Jungkook's bed, aren't I?"

Jungkook shook his head. "No. I'm sleeping in the nest, where I'm meant to be. You should stay," he added.

"Oh. Well. Thanks. Can I think about it?" You hedged.

Hoseok knew it was always a chance you would rebuff their offer, but he had hoped you wouldn't. Still, you weren't saying no. "Of course you can," he smiled.

A/n 2: please tell me what you thought of this chapter! What did you think of Jin? Aren't yoongi and taehyung the cutest things? I hope you were kicking your feet. Your comments/asks are my greatest motivator, and anon is on!

A/n 3: yes, Jin and Hobi are husbands, as in married in the Sapien way. During early integration, some politicians believed that encouraging Lykos to enter monogamous, legal marriages would discourage polygamous pack practices. They were wrong, but much like in our world, there are practical reasons to get married. Jin and Hobi married young, before they met any of the other pack members. None of the other pack members are married. Additionally in this universe there are no such things as mating marks or bonds, soulmates, etc. What Yoongi is feeling is much more your good old fashioned love at first sight combined with some very strong instincts. Please feel free to send an ask if you have any questions or thoughts!

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asimpwithfreetime · 2 years ago

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Yandere!Tonowari would honestly be so clingy and he would use his massive size as a weapon. You wanna leave the bed in the morning? He’s laying on top of you. You’re paying attention to something else and he wants affection? He’s physically picking you up and walking away

I read the idea and fell in love with it. Yandere! Clingy! Tonowari is my new religion. So, what if I turn this into a fanfic? This is going to be fluff with smut because I am in class and I need to write something like this 😈😈😈

Oh, you are not going anywhere anytime soon~ (Yandere! Clingy! Tonowari x fem! Reader)

Content warnings: hasn’t been proofread yet and won’t in a looooong time (feel free to correct any mistakes I make), English isn’t my first language.

General warnings for the fluff stuff: yandere behavior, obsession with you, instead of being violent he is jealous and clingy, ticklish reader

General warnings for the smut stuff: SMUTTTTT, grinding, jealous Tonowari, reader being a teaser, just fingering and cum eating

[ 1st Person POV ]

I groaned when I tried to get off of our hammock but Tonowari’s strong arms forbid me to. “Wariii~” I whined at my husband “let me gooo~”.

I could only get a muffled grunt in response as he forced me back into our bed. “No” sleepiness dragging on his voice. “C’mon babyyy~ snuggle up with me~” he kept saying, cuddling on my back. “Okay” I sighed, my chores would be forgotten for a while. His deep chuckles can be heard once he feels me relaxed. “That’s right baby!” He laughs.

I could snuggle with him all day, but I was supposed to do some chores and help some fishers. “Wari, my love, I have to do my chores” . He growled. “I am the Olo’eyktan and I declare that you stay here with me” he pulled me even closer.

“Also, why do you wanna go with those fishermen, when you can stay with me?” He says close to my ear. “I am way better, that’s why you mated me” he licked my neck playfully.

“Who’s you mate, me or them?” He asked. I was dumbfounded, was he really asking me this? As I took time responding, he started acting.

He started tickling my sides with his huge hands, making me laugh and squirm around the hammock trying to get away. “Respond to me” he softly laughed while continuously attacking my sides. “You! You! You are my mate!” I screamed between tears. I couldn’t stop laughing.

Once he stopped we cuddled some more as I knew there was no way to escape his huge and strong arms.

[ NSFW under the cut ]

While laughing, his hands rested on my thighs, I was down on his chest, looking at his face with a sweet smile. “Wari~ we really need to get going” I whispered. He pretended not to hear me, tracing patterns into the skin of my thighs without much focus.

“It is gonna be so lateee” I sighed, he suddenly looked at me. “What are you gonna be late for?” He questioned with s sour look in his fake innocent smile. “I need to do my chores and so do you, Olo’eyktan”. At the mention of his title, I could feel something getting hard bellow me. I smiled mischievously, moving down to straddle his lap.

Moving my hips back and forth I began playing a little bit with him, noticing him harden with just our loincloths separating us.

He softly groaned looking at me. “Oh? The mighty Olo’eyktan is liking this?” I said, teasing him. He just groaned in response, his huge hands grasping my hips and moving me at his pace. “Wow, wow, I am in charge now” I tried to say playfully but the look he gave me had me petrified. All I could see, written all over his face, was lust. Pure lust. “Now the mighty Olo’eyktan might have to show you how to behave, won’t I?” He laughed low in his throat before pushing me down so now I was under him.

His fingers traced from the beginning of my neck down towards my loincloth. His touch made goosebumps run up my spine. He stopped just before my loincloth, tearing it away in just a swift motion. “Now this is what I was talking about” he said to himself before passing this index finger through all of my slit. When he pulled away his finger glistened. “You are so wet for me, baby” he smiled softly before sucking his finger and bending down to kiss me.

“I will make you feel good” he said, he started teasing my entrance, his thumb lazily rubbing my clit in a circular motion. I began moaning softly as I looked at him. “Wari~” I whined.

He began pumping his fingers into my wet cunt, the sloppy and sticky sounds could be heard all over the marui. I prayed to Eywa that no one could hear us from outside. He began pumping and curving his fingers, hitting a soft spot that had beginning to create a feeling similar to a coil.

Once his other hand began teasing my clit, I lost it. My legs began quivering as my toes curled and I moaned harder. He stopped just before my orgasm to pull out and slap my dripping cunt. After that, he began pumping again, the same coil-like feeling making me shiver. Once the coil broke y held to his arm as I cried out loud and came all over his fingers. Once I came down from my high, he got off the hammock and started licking up all of my juices. “Hon, what are you doing!” I tried to laugh but shivered mid-sentence as I began feeling overstimulated. “Cleaning my girl up, of course!” He laughed.

After that, we went on with our days, two hours later than usual.

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itsbeeble · 2 years ago

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Salty and Sweet (Sour: true ending)

Summary: A final confrontation, a final chance. You've made your choice, but how might others feel about it?

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

WC: 4.1k (oops)

Pairings: song mingi x afab!reader, jung wooyoung x afab!reader

Notes: First off THANK YOU ALL FOR 200 FOLLOWERS ILYSM!!! Second! Thank you for sticking with this little series and being so supportive! This is the final part, and I hope you all enjoy it! Warnings are under the cut!

ALL PARTS: pt 1: Sour | pt 2: Bittersweet | pt 3: Tangy | true ending | alt ending

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Mingi and Wooyoung fight (physical), very suggestive at the beginning!!!, hair pulling, minor choking, oral (m and fem receiving), degradation, unprotected sex (don't take after their example! Stay safe kids!), breast play, creampie, minor marking I think, rough sex. I think that's it but lemme know if I missed something!!

You can feel him watching you. Across the room, tucked in a corner. He’s watching you and Wooyoung talk to each other, get closer to each other. You know he watches Wooyoung’s hand brush your arm. You don’t look at him, though. You keep your gaze on the man in front of you, chills running up your arm where he touches you.

“You’re extra flirtatious tonight,” you comment softly, just barely audible to the two of you over the pulsing base coming from the speakers. Wooyoung smiles and leans down to you.

“Am I now?” His breath fans the side of your face, and you can’t help the way you lean into him when he pulls back. A quiet laugh, and you tuck your chin down out of embarrassment.

She’s already moving on?

What a fucking bitch.

I’m glad Mingi finally saw that she wasn’t worth it.

Your heart lurches, you blink back the tears in your eyes. Four months later, and you’re still the talk of the university. Four months of whispers, of jeers, of Mingi letting people believe that you were the villain of this story. Oh, how you’d like to tell them the truth. That you were nothing but a bet to him, and you were able to accept that and move on when he wouldn’t.

“Hey,” Wooyoung slips a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you would look at him. “Ignore them. They’re not worth your time or energy anymore.”

“You make it sound like they were worth my time in the first place.” He smiles. “Besides, I have someone to focus my…energy on.” A quirk of his eyebrow, a sly smirk.

“And who might that be?” He’s leaning towards you, and you back up knowing he’d follow you. He follows you until you’ve backed yourself against the wall and he’s close enough that you can feel the gentle brushes of his breath on your cheek.

“Curious, are you?” His hands are on your hips, thumbs running circles against the clothed skin.

“Just a bit.” His lips are brushing against yours under the flashing lights, casting shadows around the two of you. If anyone really notices the two of you, they don’t say anything. Or maybe they do, and they just choose to move on. Too drunk to care, to high to figure out what’s really happening.

The first light press of his lips against yours has you swimming with emotions. It’s quick, not quite hesitant but not quite confident. Testing the waters, not rushing into it like you had with Mingi. It’s experimental, testing to see if you’d pull away or pull him closer. You like the way his lips taste. He tastes sweet, like cherries. There’s a slight salty taste to his lips, as well as lime from the shots he’d taken earlier and you can’t help but crave more.

The second kiss is deeper, and you decide on the latter, grabbing onto his jacket. His lips move smoothly against yours, and his hands squeeze against your hips, digging into your skirt and tugging you toward him. You’re both growing desperate for each other. The days you’ve spent together, the subtle comments and fleeting touches building up to now.

His lips part, and you feel his tongue prodding at your lip, a light encouragement for you to let him in. To let him taste you. And you do, your mouth opening bit by bit until he can slip his tongue into your mouth. You relish in the feeling of his tongue licking into you. Sliding against your own, brushing against the roof of your mouth, and pushing itself as far back as it can reach. Wooyoung wants to taste all of you, you can feel it in the way he chases your lips every time you pull back for air. When one of his hands comes to rest on the back of your neck. A soft moan escapes you, and you feel him smile against your lips. Your senses feel both heightened and muted, the feeling of Wooyoung kissing you beginning to overwhelm you.

When he finally pulls away from you, he doesn’t go far. You don’t let him go. You hold onto his biceps, your nose brushing against his while you catch your breath.

“Have I told you,” he breathes out, “that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen?”

“Wouldn’t hurt for you to say it one more time.”

His lips press against yours one more time, and then you’re being pulled away from the wall and against his body. You ignore the dirty looks you receive. Wooyoung is the only one that matters right now. Not the petty girls who begin to spread their rumors again. Not Mingi, who glares at the two being so absorbed in one another in the middle of the party he’d invited you to. Not that either of you were aware of that. You’d presumed it was Seonghwa, one of the few you kept in contact with.

“Here, or home?” Home is the apartment he shares with Jongho and San after moving out, getting away from their old friends. Away from Mingi, and the picking of sides.

Another breathless kiss is placed against Wooyoung’s lips, and then he’s torn away from you and thrown to the floor with a tall, muscular figure pouncing on him immediately.

The crowd erupts into shocked yells. A circle forms, no one daring to interrupt the the two. Wooyoung flips Mingi onto his back, yelling something that you can’t hear. You know he isn’t fighting back. You can see him just holding Mingi’s shirt, trying and failing to dodge the fists that fly up. San pushes past you, Jongho, Yeosang, and Yunho following quickly after to separate the two.

“You think you can go after my girl like that?” Mingi yells, eyeing you when you get closer. Glaring at you when you cling to Wooyoung’s side instead of his.

“She stopped being your girl the moment you made that bet, jackass,” Wooyoung snarls. There’s blood dripping down the side of his face. Your hands shake at your sides, terror and anger filling your body and nearly overwhelming you.

A bet?

He made a bet about her?

What an asshole.

How could she not have known?

Poor girl…

“That’s not true and you know it!” Mingi comes closer, but Yeosang pushes him back, muttering to stop. “You know that I claimed her. You fucking her won’t change a goddamn thing, Jung Wooyoung.”

“You didn’t claim shit! You can’t fucking claim a person, Mingi! Do you know how fucked up you sound? Do you even understand what you’re saying?” Wooyoung’s hand wraps around yours, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand despite how badly you know they ache.

“I get it now,” Mingi sneers and glares down at you. “She probably fucked you while we were together, didn’t you Y/N? You’re a fucking slut—”

Your hand collides with his face before you even recognize that you’ve left Wooyoung’s side. Gasps and yells rise from the crowd.

Did she just hit him?

I didn’t think she had it in her!

I would hate to be any of them right now…

“How…” your voice trembles when you speak and Mingi looks down at the ground like a kicked puppy. “Fucking dare you accuse me of that. How dare you assume I was anything but loyal to you for the full three years you refused to “claim” me as your own.” Your fingers formed quotes in the air. The house has gotten quiet.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung reaches for you and San pushes him back with a shake of his head.

“Wooyoung was the only one who was honest with me. He was the only one that had the balls to realize that what you all did to me was awful and cruel and just fucking evil. You have let people run around this campus, spreading rumors that I cheated on you, that I slept with all of your friends, that I did some awful shit to you and you didn’t even try to deny it!”

He did that?

I knew something was up with him!

“Oh will you all shut the fuck up?” Your gaze flies to the crowd, and you watch people cringe away from you. “Don’t act all fuckin high and mighty now that the truth is out. Go take your horseshit somewhere else, go spread your fucking rumors and stay out of this for once!” People begin to flee immediately after, scurrying out the door and ducking their heads to keep from locking eyes with you.

“Y/N,” Mingi starts, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“Save it, Song Mingi.” You shake your head. He stares at you. “We’re done. I’m so fucking done with you. Don’t come near me again. Don’t talk to me. Don’t approach me, or anyone that i care about. I never want to see you again.”

“What you did was stupid.” Wooyoung sits at your desk while you treat the wounds he received. A warm wash cloth touches his face, and you watch him wince.

“I didn’t touch him, if it makes you feel better.” You frown, brushing your fingers lightly over the bruises forming on his face. The blood has been cleaned off of his skin, the cuts bandaged. The bruises…there’s no hiding those. There’s nothing to help them heal.

“It doesn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m kinda sick of you boys saying you’re sorry.” He frowns, wringing his hands in his lap. “I just want you to not do it again, okay?”

“Okay.” You look down at him, and he lets his head fall forward, landing one your stomach. He sits there for a few moments, and you raise your hand to run it through his messy hair. You’re upset, of course, but you can’t help the little smile on your lips.

“Woo…”

You can feel his hands touching your bare leg, where your skirt stops and your bare skin begins. You can feel him pushing his fingers under the tight fabric.

“What?” He lifts his head, a devious look in his eyes when he rests his chin against your stomach.

“Do you really think I want to have sex with you now? After what you did?” He smiles at you, enjoying the way your body tenses the higher his fingers climb.

“It’ll make you feel good~” He sings. “And you won’t have to do anything today!” You run your tongue over your lip, raising an eyebrow at him. He places a light kiss to your stomach, and you feel him pulling you to straddle his hips on your desk chair.

“You think there’s gonna be a next time?” He pouts at your teasing comment, digging his fingers into your sides. You erupt into giggles, trying to pull away from him but he just pulls you closer to him.

“Don’t tease me like that! Not after I was just your brave Prince Charming!” You scoff and he presses a light kiss to your lips, one that you quickly return. When you pull away, you tilt his chin up, forcing him to look you in the in the same way he’d done earlier.

“You promise I don’t have to do anything?” He begins to raise your shirt, hands sliding up your torso and pausing when they reach your breasts.

“Absolutely nothing, baby.” You hum, your fingers tangling in Wooyoung’s hair when he begins to kiss the thing material of your bralette.

“I don’t wanna fuck you in my desk chair. That’s hard to clean.”

“Know from experience?” A hint of scorn in his voice. Not toward you, but at the fact to Mingi got to fuck you in that chair and he didn’t.

“A bit. Why? You jealous?” Wooyoung scoffs, lifting you up and walking you backward to your bed until you’re falling backward onto the mattress.

“Of that asshole? Never.” Your shirt slides over your head, your bralette following. His eyes are gleaming with lust and you can’t help but squirm under his gaze. “After all, he’ll never get to see you like this again. I on the other hand, will get to see this whenever you want me to. Preferably every day.”

You gasp when his lips attach to your neck, to your collarbone, and just above the curve of your breasts. He sucks dark marks into your skin, relishing in the way you’re gasping and whining his name. The quiet Wooyoung… and please… that begin to fall from your lips has him growing harder in his pants. The fact that it’s his name that you’re saying, not Mingi.

His lips finally attach to one of your nipples, his hand coming to squeeze at the neglected one. He mouths at your skin, sucking, kissing, biting and licking. His free hand squishes the two mounds together, both hands tugging and pinching your nipples while he practically suffocates himself between your boobs.

You feel arousal pooling between your thighs and you try to wrap your legs around his waist. To pull him down to grind against your heat and relieve some of the pressure that builds. He pulls away from you when you do so, smirking down at you, at the mess he’s created against your skin.

“When I told you to let me do everything, baby,” Your eyes widen, and he shuffles your body further up the bed. “I meant it.”

He strips you of your skirt and panties without a second thought, staring down at your dripping pussy with a hunger in his eyes. Pure, unadulterated, filthy desire. When you try to close your legs, he’s quick to catch you and spread them open again.

“Don’t— don’t look at me like that,” your voice is weaker than you’d intended it to be. His eyes flick up to look at you again, licking at his lips and smiling again.

“Nervous?”

“No.” You choke on your breath when he lunges forward, diving into your heat and giving you the first, long lick. His tongue dips briefly into your hole, making your body lurch and a choked moan escape your lips. You cry out when he sucks firmly at your clit, lapping at it immediately after until you’re shaking underneath him. “F-fuck Woo, please!”

“What, baby?” He pulls away from you for just a moment, removing his shirt and undoing his belt before you yank him back down to you, your lips sliding frantically against his. He groans against your lips when you palm at his growing bulge, undoing the button and slowly undoing the zipper so you can slip your hand into his pants. “Fuck, okay baby. I know what you want. Gotta prep you first, though.” You preen against him, your hips jerking when his hand slips down to play with your pussy. Two fingers prod at your entrance, slipping in with surprising ease. He thrusts them into you slowly, curling them when he begins to pull them up.

His whole body goes rigid when you wrap your hand around his hardened cock, his breath coming out in little gasps and his fingers stuttering inside of you despite the way you beg for him to go faster, that you’re almost there.

“Thought you— you were gonna let me do everything?” He chokes out, and your eyes flutter when you look at him.

“C-changed my m-mind.”

Wooyoung’s groans turn into whines and whimpers when you begin to pump his shaft in tandem with his fingers sliding in and out of you. When he picks up speed, curling his fingers to hit that spongey spot inside of you, you pump your hand faster and dig your thumb into the slit. Despite the pleasure you both feel, you try to force yourselves to keep your eyes open. To watch the other receive pleasure.

When you sit up, there’s no way for Wooyoung to stop you. Despite the weak protests he gives you, that he promised you wouldn’t have to do anything, you’re quick to shut him up with a squeeze to his cock. His fingers slip out of you, but you can’t find yourself caring. Not when he looks so angelic, his mouth dropped open in a silent ‘o’, his back arching into you and his abs tightening.

“G-Gonna cum, baby.” He whines. “Fuck, please, ‘m gonna cum baby please—” You tear your hand off of his cock, and he cries out, body jerking at the sudden loss of pleasure. You can see the dark, wet spot forming on his boxers, and finally tug his pants down his legs. His underwear follows soon after, and you finally see his cock. You can’t help the drool that pools in your mouth. It’s long, not too skinny and not too girthy. The tip is curved, and you just know that it’ll hit all the right spots inside of you.

And fuck, do you want it in your mouth.

He can’t even stop you when you bring your mouth down onto him, taking him deep until your nose is pressed against the warm skin of his pelvis, until he can feel himself brushing against the back of your throat. His body trembles when you begin to drag your mouth back up, all in one long, slow suck with your tongue rubbing against the vein on the underside of his cock. An airy moan leaves his lips, one he hadn’t expected from himself.

You begin to leave little kitten licks at the tip of his cock, tongue digging into his slit ever so slightly and relishing in the salty taste that seeps into your mouth from his precum. His hand is tangling in your hair, gripping it tightly but not quite pushing you back down onto him like you’d love for him to do. He’s gentle with you. He’s holding back on you. You want to break him.

“Baby, s-stop.” He chokes out, but his hand finally begins to push you down onto his dick, contradicting what he said. “D-don’t wanna cum yet.” You only suck harder, fingers digging into his thighs when your throat begins to contract around him.

Wooyoung finally manages to yank you off of him, and you can see his chest rising and falling rapidly. He grips your hair tightly, the back of your head stinging from where he pulls on the strands, and your neck tilted backward. You look at him with lust filled eyes, a smirk playing on your lips.

“You don’t know how to listen, do you?” He hisses, his free hand tracing a line down your neck.

“Wanted to— to suck you off,” you breathe out, gasping when his hand finds its place around your throat and squeezes lightly.

“Poor baby,” he croons, “so desperate for cock that she won’t even listen to simple instructions, hm?” When you don’t respond, he squeezes your throat a bit tighter. A weak moan escapes your throat and he scoffs, practically manhandling you so you’re on your stomach with your ass in the air and your legs spread open for him. You can feel him running his hands all over your body, squeezing at your breasts, your waist, your hips, and your thighs.

“Wooyoung,” you whine, wiggling your hips as a means to get him to come closer to you. To fuck you. “Wooyoung, please fuck me.”

“I will, baby,” he coos, and you whine at the first sign of his cock pressing at your entrance. “I will.”

The stretch has you writhing beneath him, having not fucked anyone in months. You whine into the mattress, your eyes rolling back and drool beginning to drool out the side of your mouth. Your hands grip the sheets, almost tears the threads when he finally bottoms out inside of you. He doesn’t wait to start fucking you, his hips immediately setting in at a brutal pace that has you screaming his name, begging him to go faster, to fuck you harder.

His hips clap loudly against your ass, the arousal that drips from you aiding him as he slips in and out of you. His grip on your hips grows tighter when your walls squeeze around his throbbing length, already so close to release. He won’t cum before you though. Not before you’ve had your fill of pleasure, of him.

“So full,” you preen, “So fucking full, Woo, please, fuck me harder!” He doesn’t respond, too fucked out to respond. He complies though, his hips pounding against yours and driving you closer to your oncoming orgasm. You try to slip your hands down to your clit, but he slaps your hand away to replace it with his own.

“You’re not making yourself cum,” he hisses, gripping your hair and yanking you back against his chest. The new angle has your back arching and your jaw dropping. “That’s right, baby, let everyone know how good I’m making you feel. I want you to scream for me.”

And you do. The stimulation of his fingers rubbing harshly at your clit combined with his hips slamming repeatedly into that spongey spot deep inside you has you seeing stars. You slump against his body, unable to keep your body held up. Your orgasm hits you hard, has you reeling and screaming for the man behind you. His lips attach to your neck, sinking his teeth in while his hips stutter and he empties himself inside of you.

When he lays you back down, your arms completely give out, your body slumping against his mattress. He stays upright behind you, cock slowly softening against his thigh. His head is tilted back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You watch him from where you’re curled up on his bed. He looks ethereal in the dim light of his room, sweat beading on his forehead and the bruises on his face only adding to his current appearance.

“So,” Hongjoong sits across from you and Wooyoung in a cafe. You were surprised to see him, honestly. You and Wooyoung had been on a date, three weeks after the night of the party, when the tired music student had stumbled into the same cafe and started a quiet conversation.

“So,” Wooyoung’s hand traces shapes on your thigh, keeping you calm.

“You two are together now?”

“We are.” Wooyoung confirms, a small smile crossign his face.

“Good,” Hongjoong nods. “That’s good. Can’t say I saw it coming, but I’m happy for the two of you. As long as you’re happy together.”

“Thank you, Joong.” You shift in your seat, leaning slightly into Wooyoung’s side. He smiles down at you when you do this, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze.

“How is he?” Woo asks, looking down at his coffee.

“Who? Mingi?” Your boyfriend nods and Hongjoong sighs.

“Not good, to be honest.”

“Oh.”

“He’s isolating himself, won’t let us talk to him.” You furrow your brows and bite at your bottom lip. “He’s heartbroken, I guess. Not that he even deserved a second chance after what he’d been doing after you found out. The rumors, the forced conversations, the fight. He’s lucky we didn’t kick him out of the house.”

“Why didn’t you?” You ask. “Not that I wish you had. Just curious.”

“I get it.” Hongjoong nods and sips at the iced drink in front of him. “Mostly because, despite what he did, he’s still my friend. It sounds fucked up, but he’s always been there for me you know?”

“He’s been there for you, so you have to return the favor.” Wooyoung nods. “Understandable. We won’t judge you for that, despite what he’s done.”

“I know.”

“He’s lucky to have you, Joong.” You comment, and the older man smiles at you. It’s a weak, fragile smile. One on the verge of collapse. “It’ll get better.”

“Will it?”

“It will. I know it will.” A shaky sigh from the man across from you. A sniff. “You have my number if you need anything from us.” Wooyoung looks down at you, his eyes wide with shock. You just shrug at him. “I might hate Mingi, but I don’t hate Hongjoong. The others haven’t bothered to reach out so I can’t say the same for them.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Hongjoong smiles at you and looks down at his lap right after. “You don’t have to, though. Not after everything he put you through.”

“Not for him,” you shake your head. “For you, for Seonghwa and Yunho and Yeosang. You four deserve it.”

He looks at you one more time, but he doesn't say anything else to you.

Content. Closure. You smile to yourself, knowing that even if this year had been a shitshow, you're in a better place than you'd been previously. You're happier, with a good group of friends and a man that loves you and isn't afraid to show it anymore.

Happy. A sweet ending to a horror story you hadn't known you were in until now.

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Fairytale Ending - Part 7 - No One's In The Room Mini Series

Series Summary: Jake and Ryleigh find themselves stranded in a remote location when a mission goes sideways. Injured and dependent on his help, she gets a glimpse of the man beneath the façade of ‘The Terminator’. Once they are rescued, the bubble of their personal Vegas bursts, and Jake struggles with new emotions while Ryleigh hopes he will finally see the man she came to know when no one else is in the room.

Summary: Ryleigh and Jake have an opportunity to make things right. Will it be a fairytale ending or not?

Warnings: fluff, angst.

W/C: 2.4k

Characters: Jake ‘ Hangman’ Seresin, Ryleigh ‘Rodeo’, and other OC's.

Pairing: Hangman x OFC.

Pairing: none for part 2.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: made by me on canva.

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Fairytale Ending

As soon as Jake exited the cab, he could hear the squeals of delight from the backyard, and it wasn’t until then he remembered Julia telling him the dance troupe was having a pre-party before the show.

He dumped his bag at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at the loud and proud declarations of a Giant slayed from the yard as he walked through to the kitchen.

Julia, in a huddle with some other parents, noticed him and gasped his name in surprise. “What are you doing here?” she asked, rushing forward to embrace him.

“Couldn’t miss the Munchkin’s recital, could I?” he explained.

He sugar-coated it as being a dutiful uncle, but beneath the sweet topping was the sourness of needing his home comforts. His sister wasn’t clueless to his pretense.

Pulling out of the embrace, she smiled sweetly at him, “Jake…” she started, but he cut her off, unable to stand the pity in her eyes.

“Where is my favorite Munchkin?” he asked, stepping toward the backdoor, freezing when he saw her.

“With your other favorite Munchkin,” Julia whispered, sliding up beside him. Now he understood her cautioning tone and wanted to turn and run before either of them spotted him. For almost two weeks, he’d wanted to speak to Ryleigh, but now she was there, crouching in front of Maddie in a make-believe sword fight, and he was terrified of doing so.

“Uncle Jake!” Maddie squealed, dropping the plastic sword and dodging around Ryleigh.

A witch had cursed Ryleigh to be stuck on her knees in the mud. As soon as Maddie squealed his name, the curse became a reality. She was unable to move her body even as Maddie excitedly brushed past her shoulder to run toward the house. There was no denying the girl's exhilaration, she couldn’t have mistaken one of the dads for her uncle, but Ryleigh prayed she had.

But the prayer went unanswered as Jake happily greeted his niece, “Hey, Munchkin.”

“Mommy,” Maddie grumbled as Jake scooped her up, “you told me he wasn’t coming!”

You and me both, kiddo, Ryleigh groused in her head as she slowly shuffled around on her knees to face him. He looked kind of pale. Maybe the surprise of seeing her had shocked him as much as hearing his voice had her.

“Princess Ryleigh is here too,” Maddie said.

“I can see that.”

Jake carried her toward Ryleigh, and the young girl continued proudly, “We’ve slayed a Giant, but a witch gave her a potion, and now she can’t get up.”

“Oh no,” Jake played along, “I’m not sure you know this,” he whispered as if telling a secret. “But I have magic hands, and I think I can reverse the spell.”

He held his breath as he extended his hand toward Ryleigh. It felt like time had stopped, and all eyes were on them. He knew Julia’s mom friends usually tracked his every movement. He’d heard them whisper and giggle about him. He was pretty sure Julia would have explained who Ryleigh was, too, so they were no doubt the focus of the group.

Tension in the air fizzled like unearthed electricity, and he pleaded with his eyes for Ryleigh to take his hand. But it was deeper than that; he was asking her to accept him.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long, and she took his hand, rising to her feet. “Hey,” Ryleigh managed to croak out, dusting off her knees to save herself from looking directly at him.

“Hey,” Jake sighed, relief flooding his veins.

“You're supposed to be on assignment,” she accused, unnecessarily aggressive.

“And you're supposed to be off the grid,” he threw back but quickly remembered their audience. “Important Roloville business, right?”

“Um, yeah,” Ryleigh recovered just as quickly.

“You still haven’t told me what it was?” Maddie questioned again.

Jake held his breath, the white lie had been told, but now Maddie required color, and he wasn’t sure how to paint it to make it lighter than the darkness it was. But maybe this was an opportunity.

“Well, you see,” Jake started, “Ryleigh lost a bet and had to help out a Prince. But the Prince made some mistakes, and Ryleigh got hurt.”

Maddie cocked her head, asking, “The witch that knocked you off the dragon and hurt your leg?”

“That’s right,” Ryleigh nodded.

“But Uncle Jake saved you?”

“I did,” Jake agreed, “but then I made some mistakes, too.”

Maddie gave him a suspicious look as if her Mighty Uncle Jake could never make a mistake, but didn’t comment.

“I said some things and hurt Ryleigh’s feelings, and she had to convince the Kingdom not to banish me for being a bit of a fool.”

Ryleigh corrected, “A m-ASS-ive fool.”

Jake flashed her an incredulous look but continued his tale. “Am I telling this story, or are you?”

“I just wanna make sure she knows all the important details,” she smirked, despite her nerves.

“Truth is,” Jake sighed, locking his gaze to Ryleigh’s. “I kissed Princess Ryleigh,” he confessed, “and what I felt was too good to be true, and I worried maybe a witch cursed me, and I got scared.”

Tears blurred Ryleigh’s vision, and she dropped her gaze to swipe them away before Maddie saw.

“But Ryleigh’s magic, too,” Maddie explained, “she could have stopped you from being scared.”

“I could’ve,” Ryleigh said, nodding, “but I was a bit of a fool too.”

“Hey Maddie, baby,” Julia cooed, taking the girl from Jake and announcing loudly, “why don’t we all go get some ice cream before the show?”

The yard emptied faster than the rec room when Admiral Simpson was looking for a volunteer, and Jake remained staring at Ryleigh. Now was his chance. He had to take it.

Ryleigh had seen all his missed calls and text messages, though she hadn’t read any of them. Too afraid they’d be a scathing remark or confirmation that he was right, that she was her mother’s daughter. Whenever her mother failed, she packed up and left town. Ryleigh had done precisely the same.

Jake had gone over the conversation a million times in his head. Every scenario had played out. Except for the one of him in his sister's backyard with a soundtrack of murmurs from families preparing to leave. So instead of some profound apology he blurted out, “What do you want from me?”

“Nothing,” Ryleigh answered. A knee-jerk reaction to his feisty tone. “I want nothing from you, Jake.”

“Back at the cabin and when we were last here, we both…something changed between us, and we’re both as guilty as the other for letting our pride and fear hold us back. But please, Ryleigh, what do you want?”

She stared at him for an eternity. He was right. She was fearful, scared of being honest, only to be shot down again. “Honestly,” she started, swallowing a thick lump of pride, eyes ablaze with trauma, “I don’t want to be my mother.”

That cut him deeper than he expected. The words scraped against his guilt and reopened the wound of remorse he’d tried to stitch. He was to blame for her believing that she was her mother, but she was only partly right.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I fucked up, and I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for what I did to you. For everything I said to you, for everything I didn’t do! I should’ve kissed you back at the cabin and when you asked at the reunion.” He rambled, “I should never have run away when I did kiss you. But you never should have let me ignore it.”

“I tried!” she growled, turning to pace in front of the swing set, “I tried to talk about it, I showed up at the airport, and you asked me not to make it about the kiss. I was respecting your wishes!”

“Bullshit,” he declared, “just admit you're just as afraid of this as I am!”

“I was afraid,” she admitted, stubbornly adding, “but now I’m angry. Angry at myself for thinking like my mom, for believing we could be something.”

He hadn’t meant to start the blame game. He’d have to relent if he wanted to make this right. He sighed, “You are like your mom, but the difference is you found someone who wants to change. I want to be all the things you told me about. I want to be all of it for you. I want to vacation somewhere with snow and no tv. I want to worry about you if you don’t call. I want to be the person you go to when you’ve had a shit day and someone you celebrate your wins with. Or I at least want a chance to try and be those things for you. But I’m not good at this, so you’re gonna have to show me how.”

She was dumbfounded, frozen on the spot, mouth agape while she stared at him, and in the silence that stretched, he floundered - had his actions and harsh words been unforgivable? Should he take it back?

Finally, the shock subsided, and a small contrite smile crept to her lips. “I’m sorry too. I couldn’t force you to talk, but I could’ve swallowed my pride and told you how I felt. Instead, I forced myself on you.”

Jake smirked, “not sure I remember that bit.”

She chuckled, and it helped ease some of the tension of the moment. “I meant the reunion. I invited myself here and expected you to open up to me and understand my feelings without me actually saying it.”

“You still haven’t said it.”

She contemplated her next words, caution still in her tone. “Something changed between us, and I wanted to explore it, see what it could be, but,” she sighed, hopelessness rife in her tone before she couldn’t find the words anymore.

“Wanted to explore it? I really did fuck up too much. Didn’t I?” Jake asked, the hopelessness spreading like wildfire. She couldn’t forgive him, and he knew he deserved it, but he never believed he wouldn’t get a chance to make it right.

“No, Jake, it’s not that. It’s me. I’m not cut out for this.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, brow tight with offense at her talking down on herself. “You’re all I’ve thought about for weeks now. I can’t stop thinking about you, us, what we could be.”

“It’s infatuation,” she challenged, “wanting something you think you can’t have. It’ll fade.”

“That’s not it! Look, I don’t know how to explain it, I just know this is something and I don’t want to walk away and then regret it for the rest of my life. I won’t.” He closed the space between them, reaching for her hand and finding courage in how she interlocked their fingers. “When I kissed you, I’d never felt anything like I felt in that moment, and it terrified me,” he admitted. “More than spiders terrify me!” That earned him a small smile, but he knew it wasn’t enough to make her believe his sincerity and let him see behind the walls she’d built up. “I’m scared of fucking this up. I’m scared of not fucking it up. But I’m more afraid of never knowing what could be.”

She averted her gaze, looking down at her feet. “What happens when that fear overwhelms you? I’ll be the one left brokenhearted and looking like a fool.”

“I can’t promise you that I won’t mess up. We both know I probably will,” he said, already sounding remorseful about something he had yet to do. “What if you decide this rodeo isn’t for you?” he asked, the mischievous gleam in his eye, “and you decide to leave me hanging?”

She rolled her eyes, chuckling lightly.

He was a confident man, but airing the possibility put him in a mental tailspin. It could happen. Maybe she was her mother’s daughter, and he was as emotionally damaged as the men her mother tried and failed to fix. It sobered him, and his confidence dropped like lead in his stomach. But he was stubborn, too. He wouldn’t let the possibility of a bruised ego stop him from going for what he wanted, and he wanted her.

“You told Fanboy you were tired of people hiding behind insecurities, afraid of being judged,” he quoted, “so stop being afraid, take your own advice. Take a chance on me,” he implored, a gentle finger under her chin to raise her head to face each other once more. “All I’m asking for is a chance, hell, one date. One real date, and I promise I’ll do my best to write us a fairytale ending.”

He looked like a Prince, with a charming smile and dazzling, sweet words, but what if he were the villain in disguise? She’d fallen for it before. Sky-high spires of doubt cast shadows on his promises, but as she searched his chartreuse eyes, she saw his unwavering conviction.

“You just want to be the Prince of Roloville, don’t you?” she teased.

Jake’s smile beamed for a moment before he looked deadly serious. “Absolutely not,” he winked, mischievous grin returning, “I want to be King.” It wasn’t until she blurred in his vision he realized he’d leaned in.

She felt his breath mix with her own, and timidly he pressed his lips to her. The shy hesitation was another new way to experience him, and she smiled into the kiss, slipping a hand around his neck to pull him in deeper.

Ryleigh breathed her confidence into him, and as she swept her tongue over his bottom lip, assurance surged through him. He felt it again, the same feeling the first time he kissed her, giddy anxiousness but there was feverish contentment this time.

“Can we go get ice cream now?” Maddie whined from not too far away.

Laughing, they broke apart, turning to see all the women huddled around the backdoor, some with their hands covering the kids’ mouths.

“Absolutely,” Julia answered, smiling at her brother, “and Uncle Jake is buying.”

“Yes, I am,” Jake agreed, turning back to kiss Ryleigh again. He hadn’t had his fill yet.

She kissed him but pushed a hand against his chest after too short a moment. “It had better be a damn good date, Seresin.”

“That reminds me,” he teased, “back at the cabin, I said we could skip to date five, so how many exactly before…”

She laughed - oh, this was going to be fun, even if it didn’t work out. “That depends on how good the dates are.”

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yoongifis · 3 years ago

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strawberries and so many kisses and tongues with yoongi please 🥺

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pairing: idol!yoongi x female!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: nothing really! just some cute content :’) (when is it my turn to be happy ;___;)

a/n: didn’t proofread much, so i apologize for any mistakes in advance!! hope you enjoy <33

As usual, he’s cooped up in his little office that he has in the apartment you two share. Yoongi didn’t really want to have one in the first place when you guys were looking at apartments, but it couldn’t be helped as his work kept piling on.

Him and the boys have gotten bigger now in terms of popularity. He’s been reached out by western artists, asking him if he could produce something for them, and is even helping with the production of some of the newer groups of hybe.

He’s a workaholic, practically married to what he loves to do. (nevertheless, you’re still his one and only love and first priority.)

It doesn't bother you too much whenever he does things like this. It only does when he stays there for the whole day, only coming out a couple times—which doesn’t happen often. You do your best in keeping quiet, allowing him to have that time to focus, especially when it’s crucial. Yoongi, on the other hand, insists that you stay in the room with him “to keep him on track”, but we know how that would turn out.

You hum to yourself, cutting up fruits to give to Yoongi since he passed on having breakfast. You figured that some fresh fruit would give him more energy—very light and sweet! You pop a strawberry into your mouth, scrunching your nose at the taste.

…Ah…sour.

You brush it off, hoping that the rest of the fruits end up being sweet.

“Yoongi?” You peek your head into the room, slowly pushing the door open as you make your way in, only to come face-to-face with his back. Headphones on top of his messy black hair, a baggy white t-shirt on paired with his grey sweatpants. You know you could never get tired of looking at your boyfriend. He’s insanely handsome, and he already knows that because you remind him about it every chance you get.

Your eyes wander around his room as you walk closer to him. His set up is similar to how his studio is. Piano to his left, a couch (which he specifically wanted for you) to his right, and his desk in between. It’s a small space, but it does the job for him. You stand on his right side, watching him. When you start to slowly slide the plate filled with fruit to him, his attention moves over to it, then to your arm, which eventually leads him to seeing your face. He immediately removes his headphones, turning his whole chair so that he can face you with the biggest smile on his face.

“Babyy,” he mumbles, arms instantly wrapping around your lower back to pull you towards him. You’re now trapped in between his legs while he’s trying to hug you, softly chuckling at his reaction to seeing you.

You take your hand and rake your fingers through his hair.

“Doing okay?”

He nods the side of his head against the space underneath your chest before he pulls away. He tugs you more towards him, impatiently waiting for you to take a seat on one of his thighs like you usually do—and you, of course, do it.

He’s got an arm loosely wrapped around you, fingertips grazing upon the soft, bare skin of the side of your thigh. You turn to him when you feel his other hand, thumb and index finger under your chin, gently moving your head so that you’re facing him. He attaches his lips onto yours to kiss you desperately. You pull back from him, but he lifts his arm up higher to your waist to pull you closer to him and leans in even more to your face to steal a couple more kisses, continuously pecking your lips.

“Ah~, Yoongi stop it,” you whine with a laugh, placing a hand on his chest and gently pushing him away from you.

He groans lowly, pulling himself back from you.

“You cut some fruit up for me, baby? What a treat.” He mumbles, reaching out to snatch a peeled orange and plopping it into his mouth.

You hum, “I tried a strawberry earlier. It was sour and I’m worried if the rest will be the same.”

He slightly chuckles, a small smirk playing on his lips. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to reach over to the plate again, take a strawberry, and throw it into his mouth. Just like how you did, his nose scrunches at how slightly sour it is.

“Sour, right?”

He shakes his head, now taking a grape to “cleanse his palette.”

“What a liar,” you laugh, “I just saw you makee a face when you ate it.”

He scoffs with a smile on his face, gums out and all.

“Maybe we picked the wrong one. I can taste test it again, okay baby?”

You nod your head, watching him take another strawberry and toss it into his mouth. Not even after a couple bites, his eyes widen as he looks at you. You furrow your eyebrows, curious about his expression.

“The one I just picked was super sweet!”

“Really?!”

“Here, say ah~,” he’s already grabbing another strawberry to feed you. You laugh, opening your mouth enough to fit the sliced strawberry. He’s about to place it into your mouth until moves it away and steals an open mouthed kiss.

You moan into his mouth in shock, pushing him away even though he’s already doing so.

“Yoongi!” You scold, “I wanted to taste the strawberry.”

“Oh, was I supposed to give you it? I completely forgot,” he jokes.

You scoff with a smile on your face. Watching him wave the strawberry in front of you to feed it to you again.

You raise an eyebrow, hesitant to open your mouth again.

“I won’t try anything, baby,” is all he says to you.

Knowing him and his love for you and kissing you, you knew that he’s definitely got other tricks up his sleeve that he’s hiding. However, you give in and decide to believe him, opening your mouth once again. This time he actually feeds you the strawberry, carefully watching your face.

“It’s sour, you liar,” you scrunch your face at him, a slight pout on your face.

He laughs again at you, gums all out on display and his shoulders moving up and down. He grabs your face with his hand, squishing your cheeks together so that your lips are puckered. Immediately, he attaches his lips again to yours. He takes his time, and you let him as you keep up with the pace he’s going. As he’s pulling back, he keeps pecking your lips until you’re a giggling mess.

He’s mumbling words like “so sweet” or “all mine” (and more that you can’t seem to decipher) in between each kiss he plants on you, the vibrations tickling your skin.

“Yoongi, quit it~,” you whine as he lets go of your face.

“Your lips are sweeter than those strawberries, y’know?”

“You’re annoying,” you laugh at his remark.

“No seriously,” his hand trails back down to your bare thigh, fingers gently caressing it once again, “but I think I know a place that tastes even sweeter.”

You swallow hard, knowing where this is leading to.

“I think you yourself is a better treat for me than those fruits, baby. So how about I take a little taste of you on the couch, hm?”

With no hesitation, you follow his instructions. You hop off his thigh, moving towards the couch until he grabs your arms to spin you around. He wraps his arms around your waist, scattering kisses around the exposed skin on your neck. He’s walking toward the couch, but it’s making you have to walk backwards.

Once your back hits the soft cushions of his couch, Yoongi moves himself back to the place he seems to never have enough of—your lips.

…There goes his time to focus on work.

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scarlettriot · 3 years ago

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Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

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dokifluffs · 3 years ago

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Booping His Nose | Aone, Ushijima

Pairings: Aone X Reader (gender neutral), Ushijima X Reader (female)

Genre: soft 🥺 sweet fluff

Author’s Nose: im absolutely and utterly soft for Aone and his turt 🥺

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Aone:

A cool, early summer breeze blew by, making the plastic bags in your guys’ hands rustle as the two of you walked side by side, on the way toward his house

“‘Nobu, what are you gonna show me?” You asked for the nth time, though you knew you weren’t going to get an answer

“We went grocery shopping for these veggies…” you mumbled to yourself, taking a peek to refresh your memory

He held the bag with the heavier snacks that you guys would eat and share and you help the lighter bag of veggies, specifically spinach, carrots, and even a few kiwis

Was he going to make you something to eat?

He was only silent as he looked down to you, giving you a soft, silent smile as you guys turned onto the block, approaching his home

The only plans you were sure of was that you two were going to watch a movie or two tonight while and snack a bit, eat pizza

But oh well

You opened your mind, just going with the flow, not worrying much about anything as long as you spent some time with Aone

Stepping inside, you were greeted warmly by his parents before they left very shortly to head out to relative’s house

This time, he took care of the veggies and produce bag while you helped yourself to some snacks, sorting the others that you weren’t too interested in, away

You snacked, standing beside him as he washed the fruits, occasionally feeding him before he had to focus, cutting the fruits diligently but also into very small, small cube shapes

He plated them neatly, alongside the greens and that was when he took your hand

“I want you to meet someone very special.” He spoke matter of factly before he brought you to the sun room, setting the plate of veggies and fruits down before disappearing once again

But when he returned, it was like there was a sparkle in his eye, his hands holding something, though you couldn’t really see what

“Who is it?” You asked as he knelt down right beside you

“This is berry, my tortoise.” He opened his hands, revealing a small tortoise walking from his cupped hands, right toward the plate of deliciousness as fast as she could

“Oh my gosh, she’s so precious, Nobu,” you gasped as you laid lower, closer to the floor, as close as you could without startling her or anything

Aone smiled happily, seeing his two favorite beings together, finally meeting

He went through the story of how he adopted her, how he bonded with her, learned to take care of her

And now that you had gotten the chance to meet her, the three of you could grow and see her grow

Though she would be living far much longer than the two of you

You two knelt low in the sun room, watching her bite the small-cut fruit, taking mighty but tiny chops into the spinach leaves

She was just so cute but made a perfect acquaintance for him

You couldn’t even think about a movie as the two of you were much more entertained just by watching Berry eat her meal

Looking beside you to Aone, he watched her like anyone would want to be looked at by their loved on - almost like he was looking at her just like he was looking at you

With his chin resting in his hands while the two of you laid on your bellies, elbows propping yourselves up, you leaned over and pressed your finger to his nose

“Boop.”

And you knew for a long time that he never really was one to show emotions, but you had never seen his cheeks turn pink so fast while Berry walked in between the two of you

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“Mm, this team was good,” Wakatoshi spoke stoically as ever as you leaned back into him, his arm draped over the back of the couch

Dinner had already been eaten and the night was very young

Though you did feel a little lethargic from how you were positioned

His abdomen providing you the perfect pillow, but his lap was even better as you laid yourself across from him

“What team?” You asked, turning to glance at the tv, suddenly seeing a closeup of hinata and kageyama

“Argentina,” he spoke stoically and that was when you remembered the game the two of you were watching

It was the pre-olympic qualifiers with the Japan team and the Argentina team, of course with Oikawa Tooru as their setter, a setter Wakatoshi highly approved of

You did your best to stifle a yawn, only for it to grow into an even bigger yawn

“Tired?” He looked down to you, resting his hand on your baby bump

“Mmhm,” you blinked slowly, bringing your hand to his, feeling his warmth

“Do you want to go upstairs? I can carry you.”

“Oh, no, no Toshi. I’m far too heavy for that but I just wanna stay here with you.” You adjusted, turning to your other side that faced the back of the couch, facing in to his stomach

It was so perfect

The couch supported your heavy belly, letting your back rest for the first time in awhile

You were right there besides your husband, able to smell his fresh body wash his hand now resting on your arm, stroking it as he continued to look down at you

“It would be no problem. I can carry you at any weight, so don’t worry,” his lips curled up a little, the tickling feeling of his thumb now on your cheek

“I wanna stay here with you,” you looked up to him, wrapping your fingers around the bottom edge of his shirt

“Alright, then.” He continued watching his game, rewatching the footage to prepare for the actual olympic games

When you first met him, Wakatoshi was even quieter, not really talking much unless asked to, and.. not slow per se, but he would have to ask about jokes as well as online trends

He was very focused on himself, doing things he knew would be the best for him and here he was

He was a lot more open with you, mostly because you two had been married and you were pregnant with your guys’ first kid

Things were for sure changing, life was changing and

You got to spend it with Wakatoshi

You further nuzzled your face into his abdomen, liking how warm it was, despite his strange it would sort of look to others if they just walked in and saw you rubbing your face into your husband’s stomach but you couldn’t help it but touch and feel him before he would be gone again and you would be alone and needy for him

He smelled so good, he was so warm

You could’ve, you wanted to fall asleep right then and there in his lap but there was something else that just didn’t want you to inside

Looking up to him, your eyes practically half open, he was so focused on the game, he had that face on, which was basically his everyday face, that you couldn’t tell what he was really thinking

But you just knew it was about the game

Reaching up, your rest your hand on his pec and shoulder, getting his attention

“Hm? Do you want to go upstairs?”

Giving him no answer, you simply reached over and pressed your finger to his nose, booping it

A look of confusion spread on his face for a moment before he did the same, slowly reaching over and awkwardly booping your nose too

You hummed, content for some reason that he had done it

“I’ll stay here with you,” you spoke softly, snaking your hand under the hem of his shirt, resting it on his lower back, a feeling he was very much used to at this point

Every touch from you, he was used to

“Alright then. Let me know when you would like to go upstairs and I will carry you, Y/N.” He ever so carefully pulled you closer, leaning to the side to pull the folded, light blanket to throw it over, draping it over your body

“M’kay,” you hummed, before finally reaching for his hand that rest on your arm, bringing it to your face so you could hold his hand, feeling him as you let yourself doze off completely

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littlelioncub43 · 3 years ago

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Hey I really love your Justin Capshaw, and i was wondering if you still open request, can we have jealous Justin? Well it can be from various reasons, maybe Mommy's Co-worker or other things. Anyway have a nice day!

Thank you! I love writing for Justin so much, that lil squishy baby bean! Hehe

Ooo good idea, let's get a glimpse at how our Sweet Boy would handle jealousy.

Kisses 💋

—K

Summary: Justin gets jealous and worried when you come home late

Pairing: College!Justin Capshaw x fem!Mommy!reader

Warning: insecure thoughts, crying Justin, fluff, barely any angst, smut, unprotected sex (you really should wear condoms, in all seriousness), Mommy kink, reassurance kink? Maybe?, idiots being in love and saying it a billion times

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: I may have gotten carried away with this hehe, also I may have not written exactly what was requested, I’m so sorry, I’m JUST now realizing this after writing it. Let me know if you want to be added to my Taglist! I’d love to keep you up to date with my work!

The ticking of the clock only made the empty house worse. There were no sounds of you looking for a snack in the kitchen or making witty comments at the TV; Justin missed you already. He knew where you were, but, more importantly, he knew who you were with. You were out with Fred Weissler, a prospective client of your accounting firm. You'd been meeting with Fred more and more frequently in the past couple weeks. And he wasn't pleased in the slightest.

'It's only a business meeting. It just happens to be at a restaurant,' you told him as you were getting ready. You were wearing your work clothes, so that made him feel a little better, but the gnawing sour pit in his stomach still remained as you kissed him sweetly and told him you'd be back at 8.

It was 8:30.

His favorite tv show plays as he sits on the couch, he can see their mouths open but he can't seem to focus on what they're saying. Checking his phone to see if you'd answered any of his texts, he chews his lip even harder when he sees that you haven't even seen them yet. His leg bouncing as his mind races, his brain creating cruel and tormenting scenarios of what you could be doing or what could have happened to you. He feels his eyes sting with tears, tears of worry, tears of fear, tears of jealousy.

He hated Fred Weissler the moment you said he asked you to be in charge of his account. He knew Fred liked you and he hasn't even met the guy. Why wouldn't Fred like you? Who wouldn't? You're beautiful, patient, kind, funny, strong yet soft— God, you're perfect. Fred would have to be blind to not be able to see that.

Justin rubbing his now wet cheeks, the tears overflowing and leaving tracks down his peachy skin. A nagging, harsh voice in his head telling him over and over 'Mommy left you for Fred, she's looking for someone better, she's sick of taking care of a big baby like you' Justin shakes his head to stop the intrusive thoughts and lets out a soft sob, trying to will himself to stop because 'he wasn't a big baby.'

The sound of the front door unlocking pulls Justin out from the gloomy cloud surrounding him. Jumping from the couch, he practically races to greet you at the door, he missed you so fucking much, it was making him sick. You struggle with your keys in the lock for a few moments, groaning when the lock refused to give you your keys back. You were drunk.

"Damn lock... let goooo," you mutter the the door before successfully freeing them with a triumphant smile and chuckle, shutting and locking the door behind you.

"Mommy?" Justin asks tentatively, he's only been around you when you were drunk once before, you weren't much of a drinker, so he didn't know exactly how to deal with you when you were. You turn and smile brightly at him when you hear him speak.

"Hi, Sweet Boy," your words bleeding together ever so slightly, "did you miss me?"

He nods immediately, you chuckle throatily, making your way over to him. You weren't completely smashed, you were a little tipsy at best. Your hands snake around his middle, hugging him into you with a sigh. "I missed you too, wished I could have stayed here with you."

Your words had Justin's heart soaring, his own arms around you. Then he smelt something on your clothes. It didn't smell like your floral perfume, no, this was oaky-er, richer, masculine. The realization had Justin's heart plummeting through the floor. New tears sprung up in his eyes as well as a fresh wave of anger.

He retched himself from your grasp, the sudden change in atmosphere not going unnoticed by you. Without a word, Justin quickly stomped off to his room, slamming the door with a resounding 'bang.' You were left in the entry way, confused and sobering up quicker and quicker with each passing second. Kicking off your heels, you approached the locked door to Justin's room carefully. You give the door a knock.

"Justin? Baby, what's the matter?" You ask him through the door.

When he doesn't respond you let out a soft sigh. "You don't have to open the door, but please, tell me what's the matter, Sweetheart."

You listen carefully with your ear pressed to the door; soft sniffles and sobs fill your ears and break your heart. “Please?”

You hear soft thudding of his feet on the floor, approaching the door. The lock turns and the door swings open quickly, and you're met with a teary eyed, wet-cheeked Justin, anger still boiling in his chest and it shows on his face.

"You smell like him," he practically spits, more tears rolling down his face, his eyes not meeting yours. You stare at him in confusion for a moment. "Fred." He clarifies with a sniffle.

"What?" You mutter and bring your blouse to your nose, giving it a quick sniff. You can smell it too; Fred's overbearing cologne. Coming home late smelling like another man is a good reason to be upset.

"I don't want him to have you, you're supposed to be my Mommy," he says with a bite, jealousy making his tone somber with an edge, the anger shining in the pools of tears.

"Oh. Oh, baby, no," you shake your head gently, moving to cup his face gently, "nothing like that happened. Mommy had a little too much to drink and we shared a cab," you spoke sincerely, “that’s all that happened, baby, I promise,” Justin’s sad eyes finally looking at you.

"Nothing?" He asked softly, his hands coming to rest on your wrists.

"Not a thing. I'd never do that to you, baby, never," you say seriously, petting his cheek with your thumb. You can see the doubts and fears slowly dissipate in his watery blue eyes, some still trying to hang on. Wiping his cheeks tenderly, you press kisses to the tracks of his tears, "You're all I want, you’re the man I need, Justin, no one else," you whisper before bringing your lips to his in a soft kiss.

Justin can't help but whimper when you say that, his lips eagerly moving against yours in response. The nagging voice in the back of his mind calling him a baby shuts up as soon as you call him a man. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you deeper into his room. He feels your arms sling around his neck as the kiss deepens, your tongue pushing at the seam of his lips, asking for entrance which he happily grants. He moans softly at the taste of you; faint hints of wine and an undeniable subtle sweetness, your own moan mirroring his. Breaking the kiss, Justin gasps for breath but still chases your lips, whispering a lustful “Mommy…”

“Let Mommy show you how much she loves you, how much she needs her Sweet Boy, hm?” You murmur to him, waiting for him to nod in consent before guiding him backwards towards his bed.

“Please, Mommy,” he nods and sighs, bringing your lips to his once more, all the negative feelings that had been causing a riot in his chest were now replaced with a burning need to feel your love. He needed to feel how much you love him, how much you want him, and he needed to feel it now. You lead him backwards towards his bed slowly, your kisses slow yet passionate. You had every intention of showing Justin just how much he means to you, and you were going to make sure he feels it.

When his knees hit the edge of his bed, you gently push him to lay on his back, your lips staying connected, his hands clutching you as if you could disappear any second. You settle in his lap, straddling his waist, your pencil skirt riding up your thighs as you drape yourself over him. You pull back once more, your lips trailing down his jaw and back to his lips.

“Oh, Justin, where do I begin?” You whisper huskily against his skin, “I love how smart you are, love how you make me feel, baby,” you nip at his bottom lip, earning a shuddered breath from his heaving chest, “you make me feel so beautiful, so loved, so needed, I love taking care of you and making you feel the same way,” you speak in between kisses, his hands gripping tightly at your sides and lower back as he pulls you into him, never being able to get close enough. His lips greedily chase yours, seeking more and more kisses which you happily give him.

“I need you so much, Mommy,” he whispers to you, his words meaning so much more than the carnal need straining in his pants at your confessions, his hands sneaking under the hem of your pencil skirt to caress the soft flesh of your thighs.

“I need you too, baby,” you say as you sit up in his lap, unbuttoning the front of your blouse, smiling when Justin’s eyes darken ever so slightly as he watches you. Once the last button is free, Justin is quick to push the material off your shoulders, groaning at the sight of your bare chest. Your hands pulling at his own t shirt as his tongue plays with yours, he whines when you draw back to pull his shirt over his head, but he’s quick to reattach your lips. Your hands slide through his hair, smiling at the shiver it sends up his spine, “I love how sensitive you are,” you breathe into his agape mouth, his glasses fogged, it makes you giggle before you pull them off and set them on his nightstand.

“There they are, those beautiful eyes,” you coo, cradling his head once more as you gaze into his eyes, “my god, you’re so handsome, baby, so so handsome,” he whines at the praise, a deep blush setting across his face and neck. You pepper his face with sweet pecks, “you could have any woman you want and yet you chose me… thank you, thank you for letting me be your Mommy,” you mutter as he lets out a broken moan, not being able to stand his mouth not being on you, he surges forward, flipping you over to lay on your back, his tongue ravenously devouring your mouth. You can’t help but moan at his actions, loving how his tongue worked against yours in expert movements, your body now trembling in need, slick drenching your panties. With your back pressed into his mattress, you roll your hips up into his, both of you moaning in unison at the delicious friction it offers. He lifts up to hover over you, desperation written on his sweet face.

“Mommy, need you, need you bad,” he states, one hand quickly trying to undo his belt, his hand fumbles, his desire getting the best of him making him groan in frustration. Your hands replace his, your plans of taking it slow put on the back burner as you palm his hardened length, watching the way his head tips backwards and his eyes flutter shut with a high stuttered moan. You undo his belt, pushing his zipper down without any trouble, your hand sliding into his boxers, your hand gently caressing his naked shaft, making Justin moan and rut into your hand. You bring one of his large hands to your core, letting him feel how soaked you are, he moans at the feeling of your slick, his fingers petting your folds eagerly.

“Feel how wet I am, Sweet Boy?” You say with a squeeze to his pulsing cock, drawing out another sweet moan from the man above you, he nods and whispers a breathy ‘yeah.’

“You know who makes me this wet?” You prompt, your hand leaving his wrist to hold the base of his skull, forcing him to rest his forehead on yours. Another soft nod from Justin makes you bite back a smile. “Say it, baby, who makes Mommy this wet?”

“I… I do,” He mutters, his eyes fluttering open to find you staring up at him intensely, “I make you wet, Mommy…”

It’s your turn to nod, biting your lip as his thick fingers dip into your quivering hole, “that’s right, no one else can make me feel the way you do,” his fingers begin to pump in and out of you at a quicker pace, your words feeding his ego in all the right ways, “no one else can touch me like you do,” you moaned out, getting lost in the pleasure his fingers provide.

“Oh Mommy, yes” he moans with you, his eyes fixed on your face, hips speeding up his thrusts into your hand. You pull your hand out from the front of his pants, pushing them down his thighs as he helped wiggle your panties down and off on one ankle. You knew you both weren’t going to last long, you could take him apart slowly all night but right now you both needed to finish. His lips find yours in a needy kiss, your tongue overpowering his easily. When your hand guides his weeping tip through your wet cunt, Justin can’t help but thrust against you, sending a violent shiver through you both, breaking the kiss. You bite his bottom lip just to tease him, and your plan works when he lets out a pleading whine, you silence him with a soft shush and bring him to your entrance. He gasps when he feels your tight opening, even in his desperation his eyes seek yours for permission—always the good boy. When you nod and lift your hips to urge him to continue, he sighs and immediately pushes into you in a swift, heavy thrust.

You moan loudly, the nice girth of his base filling you out perfectly, your pussy pulsating around him in time with your heartbeat. “O-Ohhhhhhhhh!” He bellows as he bottoms out, Justin trembles on top of you, his legs shaking slightly in effort to keep from coming too quickly, your hands slide through his hair just how he likes it, cradling him to your body as your legs wrap around his waist. “And no one else can fuck me like you do,” you whisper in his ear, rolling your hips slowly, eyes shutting as you listen to him moan for you, his elbows framing your head as he breathes deeply, lifting to get your permission to move, “Mommy, ca-can I?”

“Yeah, baby, please,” you mumble and kiss him sweetly, he sighs and draws his hips back only to sink back into your warm snatch. “Move with me, Sweet Boy, come on,” you whisper in his mouth, one hand on his hips to move it in time with yours. The pace is fast and passionate, your filthy grinds rubbing each other just the right way, unending streams of moans leaving his plump lips which you happily swallow.

“You feel so fucking good, Justin, so fucking good,” you moan in his ear, his own cries filling your ear as you move together in tandem, “you’re the only one who gets to have me like this, m’all yours, no one else’s…”

“A-all mine…” he echoes with a throaty whine and grips your shoulders, holding you as close to him as he can, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his hot breath setting the skin of your throat on fire, “you’re mine, Mommy…”

“That’s right, baby, m’yours,” your run your finger through his hair and hug him tight, “and you’re my Sweet Boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m your Sweet Boy, m’your sweet boy, Mommy,” he moans with a sob, his pace starting to stutter, the room filled with the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting and your passionate cries of pleasure. “And m’your man, right, Mommy?” His voice croaky as he grits his teeth, his orgasm building higher and higher in his lower abdomen, his tip rubbing that special spot inside of you that has your cunt tightening around him.

“F-Fuck! Yes! Yes, you’re my man, Justin—God, you’re so perfect, don’t stop!” You cry out, your back bowing off the bed, your bare chest pressing up into his as your eyes roll. Hearing you lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you has Justin’s chest swelling with pride; he was a man, your man, and he was making you feel good. “Not gonna stop, Mommy, never gonna stop!”

His hips slam into yours harder than before, the headboard of his bed now slamming into the wall behind it, your grip moves to Justin’s shoulders to hold on for dear life as he plows into you, your jaw going slack in a silent scream. Beads of sweat roll down the side of his face, his lungs burn from the panting but he still keeps going, determined to show you how manly your Sweet Boy can be and how well he can please you. The coil in the base of your stomach winds tighter and tighter with each harsh grind of his hips, his pubic bone rubbing your clit deliciously. Justin feels your thighs trembling around his middle, your walls fluttering around his length in warning of your impending orgasm.

“I love you, Justin, love you so much—oh fuck, m’gonna cum, m’gonna—“ you cut yourself off with a loud, shrill scream of Justin’s name, he lifts his head just in time to watch your high wash over you, your face scrunched up, mouth hung open wide, “I love you too, Mommy!” He slurs out, fighting to form words. Your eyes shut tightly as your walls close around him, milking his cock with all your might, it leaves him trembling with you, balls tightening at the sensation, his own orgasm erupting within him, his legs shake as his hot cum fills your sweet cunt, a high pitched yell echoing your scream as you both cling to each other.

“A-Aaah! Ahhhhhhhh!!” He groans, rope after rope coating your insides in his sticky spend, his hips still moving in staggered thrusts, milking both of your orgasms for all they’re worth. “Mommy, Mommy I love you, love you, love you, Mommy” he chants over and over as the spots behind his shut eyes subside, his head all fuzzy and light in the best way possible. You sigh and rub a hand up and down his back, your limbs feeling heavy as you come down from your own high. You press kisses to his sweaty head, your other hand holding the base of his skull, his face hiding in the crook of your neck as you hold him.

“I love you too, y’did so good, Sweet Boy, always do so good,” you whisper breathily to him, your legs relaxing around his waist, neither of you making any move to disconnect your sweaty bodies yet, just relaxing and basking in the buzzing afterglow. After a few minutes, Justin nuzzles your neck affectionately, humming and kissing softly, still in his subspace. You grin and hug him even tighter. “How are you feeling, baby?”

“S’gooooood, Mommy,” he slurs with a dopey smile, tiredness creeping up on him, his limbs still feeling light as he lays on top of you.

You giggle softly at his slurred words, peppering kisses along his forehead, “you’re so cute,” you say in between kisses, making Justin chuckle throatily and blush a pretty shade of pink. He lifts his head and nuzzles his cheek against yours, his lips shyly pecking your skin. “Mommy, I love you,” he whispers before kissing you softly, the kiss is brief but one of the sweetest you’d ever had.

“I love you more,” you say to him, grinning when he shakes his head and hums an ‘nuh-uh,’ you kiss him again, “uh-huh, and m’gonna love you forever, and ever, and ever, Sweet Boy…”

He pulls back to look you in the eye, “forever?”

You nod with certainty, beaming up at him, his face placid in awe, “forever and a day.”

Justin felt a fresh round of tears bubble in his eyes, this time he was overcome with warm fuzzy feelings, the amount of love pooling in his chest makes him want to burst. He can’t find the words to say and any attempts die in his throat, so he smashes his lips to yours. The next few minutes are spent simply kissing, enjoying the feeling of being held and loved by each other, your hands caress and pet with no aim, you just want to feel. You part with a heavy gasp, both of you breathless from the heavy kisses, his forehead resting on yours, you feel his hard cock throbbing in your walls but he pays it no mind, that wasn’t the focus right now. You can tell he’s tired from the way his eyes never open and limbs press you into the mattress naturally. “Let’s take a nap, hm?”

He nods and snuggles into you, wiggling to get comfortable as you pull the throw blanket on his bed over the both of you. A small yawn leaves Justin’s lips, his hot breath fanning your neck soothingly as you settling in. You rub his back lovingly, knowing exactly how to put your Sweet Boy to sleep, and soon enough you can hear the soft snores of the man above you. Your own yawn interrupts your passive thoughts of what to make for a snack when you both wake up. With each passing moment, your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and soon you find yourself slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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Noona, Do You Not Like Younger Men? (Choi San+Jung Wooyoung)

Pairing: Choi San× Milf! Reader (Female)× Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Idol AU.

Summary: Maybe going over to pester their favorite manager during her vacation wasn't such a bad idea, especially if it ends up with them getting what they always fantasized about every night.

Word Count: 4.2+K

Warnings: Age differences (still within legal boundaries), breast play including titty fucking (yeah I'm aware some of us don't have huge tits, I'm part of that squad but we can dream ok?) fingering, m+f+m threesome, ass grinding, spanking, degradation.

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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Y/N's eyes squinted at the two younger males who casually showed up at her home, uninvited and already letting themselves in as if they owned the place.

"Hi Noona. Did you miss us?" The older one of the two squished her cheeks together, earning him a slap on his wrist, which he did not appreciate.

"Aww Noona, now look what you've done. You made him sad." The other male pointed to the other's pout.

"Choi San and Jung Wooyoung, just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Isn't it obvious? We came to keep you company!" San cheerfully exclaimed.

"We know you missed us so we decided to come over and spend time with our favorite manager." Wooyoung added as he went over to try and cling an arm around the older woman, but she brushed his hand away.

"Ok, in case you guys didn't know, I'm on vacation, a well needed vacation from my manager duties. Specifically from you two! You little brats who constantly give me migraines and high blood pressure. I got this vacation to get away from you both!"

The boys were taken aback by her outburst, looking back and forth between each other and then returned their faces back to her. Their somber and disappointed expressionism soon bursted out in laughter, confusing the woman in front of them.

"Oh Noona! You're so funny." San giggled.

"We know you love and adore us so much. And you're happy that we came to keep you company!" Against her will, and more since she was outnumbered, she let Wooyoung and San each take one of her arm and drag her over to the living room where they sat her down and started arranging the space so they could have a small movie day. Y/N let out slow and deep breaths as she tried not to lose her patience and just let the boys run around her house as they started putting the snacks they brought with them into bowls. She could hear them muttering angrily to each other from the kitchen, no doubt telling each other to be careful less they accidentally broke one of her plates. In less than 10 minutes, they had about 7 or 8 different bowls full of different snacks, ranging from crispy chips, to sour gummy worms and even different types of sweet chocolates.

"We even got mochi ice cream! Would you like some?" Wooyoung enthusiastically shoved the case that contained assorted flavors of the icy dessert.

Knowing she might as well enjoy the gluttonous snacks while she could, Y/N skimmed her hand over them and picked out one of the mint chocolate mochis and stuffed it in her mouth. Unbeknownst to her, the man on her right was staring at her with a wide smile as she ate the ice cream. When she noticed, she gave him a puzzled look and scooted further away from him.

"You chose the mint chocolate flavor." He giddily stated.

"Yes....any problem with that?" She questioned.

San emitted happy squeals at that.

"I love mint chocolate flavor too! Don't you see Noona? This further proves that were soulmates and destined to be together!"

Without even asking or warning, he snuggled himself against her, an arm around her waist as he used her chest as a makeshift pillow. Coming back from the kitchen, Wooyoung glared at San when he saw how close he was with their manager.

"Hey! No fair. Don't hog Noona up for yourself. We promised to share!" He quickly jumped on the other side and tried to tangle himself around her, proving to be difficult when San was pushing him away. Y/N ended up being pulled and tugged from both sides as the boys fought amongst themselves for her. Fed up with their antics, she reached her hands over and smacked both of their thighs sharply, making them retreat away from her less they suffered more physical pain from her.

"I want both of you to stay at least an arm's length away from me if you're planning to stay here and watch a movie. And absolutely under no circumstances do I want either of your mouths opening to sputter nonsense and annoy me further...Got it?!"

Both of the idols scooted to either ends of the couch, each grabbing a nearby cushion to keep them company and to protect them in case they furthered irritated their off duty manager. Y/N took a deep breath as she rubbed the side of her temples, letting the boys pick out which movie they wanted to watch. She probably wouldn't even enjoy the movie with the two rascals nearby, she thought to herself. Wooyoung and San settled for a cute looking movie, both of them hoping that the fluffy contents would soften up Y/N so they could cuddle up next to her once more. The woman however cringed when she saw the title.

"Ugh. Wake me up when whatever chick flick you chose is over." She settled back onto the couch, her eyes already closing.

"Aww come on Noona, give it a try. You might even like it." San suggested.

"Romantic movies have never been my type." She mumbled out, her hand reaching out to take some of the popcorn on the table to stuff in her mouth.

The movie played out exactly as she expected it to. Nothing short of all the typical cliches and stereotypes portrayed on every single romantic comedy made in existence. The boys would often look back at her every few minutes, their faces getting more and more discouraged when their manager didn't seem to be enjoying their company. It seemed that their plan to get close to her backfired as she was currently resting her chin on her palms, dozing off slowly while not paying one bit of attention on the screen in front of her.

"Told you to pick a scary movie." San complained to his friend.

"Your chicken ass can't even handle them." Wooyoung side eyed him.

"Yeah, but jump scares serve as an excuse to hug the person next to you." He tilted his head over to Y/N.

"Nice move, saying your plan out loud for her to hear. You dumbass."

Taking the pillow he had, San chucked it at Wooyoung, knocking the snacks he was currently eating onto the floor. Grabbing the pillow, he made move to throw it once more, but Y/N held a hand up.

"Throw that cushion and I will choke you Jung Wooyoung."

The warned boy immediately sat the cushion back down, setting his hands down on his lap.

"Please do...."

Y/N's half lidded eyes sprung wide open when she heard his whisper. Slowly she turned her head at him, of course Wooyoung noticed out of the corner of his eye and swallowed harshly. He didn't think she was paying attention enough to hear him, but she was. Wooyoung soon felt flushed as she eyed him with an indiscernible stare, trying desperately to focus his attention on the movie in front of him but the heavy weight of her stare kept burning through him. Seeing as he wasn't going to say or do anything else, Y/N decided it would be fun to tease him like he'd often tease her. Sliding on top of him, to the surprise of not only Wooyoung but his friend on the other side, Y/N hummed softly as her fingers ran up his chest.

"Please do what Wooyoung? Choke you? Is that what you want? Want my hand wrapped around that pretty of neck of yours?"

The flustered male shuddered when her fingers encapsulated over the front of his neck, lightly applying pressure against his Adam's apple with her palm.

"Oh someone likes this a little too much." She chuckled as she subtly rolled her hips on his tent that formed as soon as she touched him.

"Please Noona.." Wooyoung squirmed underneath her body, hips trying to grind up against hers.

"I barely did anything and you're already begging for me. You're an even bigger whore than I thought you were." She let out an annoyed 'tsk' as she slowly began to get off his lap.

When Wooyoung felt her detaching herself, his hands came out to clasp her waist, keeping her firmly planted on his lap.

"Yes I am, I'm such a whore for you Noona. But please don't leave me here like this." He whined at her, looking completely pitiful as his hands desperately tried to keep her from moving. Y/N reached a hand out to toss some of the hair away from his forehead, her mind already working on ways to play around with the young male. Noticing that his eyes kept falling towards her chest, she suddenly got an idea.

"You like my breasts Wooyoungie?"

Her question caught him off guard, eyes widening, looking like a deer caught in headlights, especially after she called him by his nickname. He was beyond flustered, unable to look up at his manager anymore.

"I asked you a question Wooyoungie and I expect an answer or else I'll leave you hanging there and make you watch as I play with Sannie instead."

The forgotten male beside them became excited at hearing her words, his hand rubbing against his inner thigh, slowly creeping up to the bulge in his pants. Tilting his chin up to look at her, Y/N repeated her question once more, expecting him to reply as it was his last chance.

"Y-yes. I like your breasts very much Noona." He finally admitted.

Satisfied at getting an answer, Y/N pulled away from Wooyoung so she could start removing her shirt, both boys watching her without batting an eyelash. When her bra dropped on the floor, they both stared in awe at her voluptuous chest, mouths agape and nearly drooling at the sight.

"Fuck, they're just-wow." San chimed in, tongue wetting the center of his lips.

"You like them too Sannie? I always thought you were more of an ass guy." She commented with a knowing smile, recalling all the times he'd come up behind her and greet her with a pat on her bum.

"Oh hell yeah I am, but I'd never say no to an opportunity to suck on a pretty pair of tits." He acknowledged with no hesitation.

"Is that so? Well then."

Prying Wooyoung's hands off her, Y/N sat herself back in between the boys, hands cupping both of her breasts to gently massage them in her palms, fingers tweaking at her nipples which were slowly getting fully erect. The two men at her sides watched with hungry eyes, only imagining how soft and tender her breasts must feel, both wanting to replace her hands with their own. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to get a better offer.

"There's one for each of you my loves, so go ahead. Put your pretty mouths on them and suck on them. And maybe if you do good enough, I'll play more with you guys."

Wooyoung and San simultaneously looked at one another, both wondering if they heard her correctly or it was another perverted thought their mind played on them. Realizing it was not, San was the first one to be bold as he cupped the breast nearest to him and brought it up to his lips, where he proceeded to coat the areola with spit before he latching onto it.

"So you're more of a dirty boy, aren't you Sannie?" She mused at him, fingers brushing some of the bangs on his face.

San only responded by lifting his eyes momentarily to shoot a wink her way before indulging back in his task of suckling on her tit. Y/N turned her attention to Wooyoung, who was still nervously sitting there in a pliant manner. She beckoned for him to come closer.

"Wooyoungie, my other breast feels lonely."

Getting the hint, Wooyoung lowered himself and practically squished his face into her fleshy mound. As expected, he was very vocal, spewing out lewd sounds as he harshly sucked on her nipple, bringing in as much of her as he could possibly put in his mouth. Y/N laid her head back on the top of the couch, mouth drawing out heavy breaths and pants as she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the the younger male's mouths on her breasts, their tongues and teeth eagerly swirling and nibbling on her sensitive flesh. She noticed how both of them had completely different patterns. Whereas San's suckling was less intense, it was definitely more sloppy, spit dribbling down his chin and down her chest from all the insane movements his tongue worked on her nipple, each of them clearly focused on bringing her as much pleasure as possible. Wooyoung was definitely more intense and full of eagerness, but each swirl of his tongue or nibbling on her skin was less meditated and more like he was simply enjoying to taste the older woman, playing around with her breast as if it was a toy for him to fondle and tease as he pleased. Not that she minded, she loved being used as a toy by them both.

She became so lost in the feeling of their mouths on her body that she didn't notice the hands that had traveled in between her thighs until she felt them prying them open in an effort to slide her shorts and underwear down. She became somewhat self conscious when they managed to tear the rest of her clothing off, her legs closing tightly. Tapping a finger on her knee, San pulled off her nipple to say:

"Spread your legs for us and let us see that soaking cunt of yours."

Wooyoung was just as shocked as she was at his informal and vulgar words, but it certainly served to arouse her even more. Getting talked down to by someone younger than her..... it was definitely something. Giving him what he, and probably also his friend, wanted, she opened up her legs. Putting aside her gorgeous breasts for the meantime, the 2 pairs of eyes peered down at the sight below them, their Noona's folds glistening just for them and because of them, her tiny bud aching to be touched by their fingers. Signaling to his friend, San dipped his fingers down, swirling them around her clit before pressing down on it.

"Oh she's needy Wooyoung, I can feel it throbbing against my finger." San smirked as he lightly rubbed against her clit.

"Is our pretty Noona in need of our fingers? Does she want to get stuffed with them?" Wooyoung muttered against her ear, lips quick to muffle the moan that responded to his question. It was a sweet and tender kiss that was interrupted by San who tilted her chin towards him so that he could kiss her as well.

"Don't worry Noona. We'll make sure you're full and satisfied."

Y/N gasped as she felt both of their fingers slowly insert themselves into her slick and wet walls. Nudging to each other, their fingers started moving to and fro, eyes watching closely each facial expression that took over her features, reveling in the blissful sighs that were spilling out of her lips. Y/N couldn't keep herself from clenching tightly around their fingers, mesmerized by the sight of both of them fingering her tight little hole.

"Are you enjoying this Noona? Like having your tight pussy fucked by Sannie's finger and mine?" Wooyoung giggled, pushing his finger deeper into her, knuckles pressing against her mound which had her shuddering.

"Yes she is Wooyoungie, look at how much tighter she's becoming."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he looked at Wooyoung.

"Maybe we should stretch her out even further. Don't you think?" He suggested, to which Wooyoung agreed to with a grin.

With a sharp inhale, Y/N released a whimper when 2 extra fingers intruded into her intimate region, stretching her further. The pace with which they were thrusting their fingers into her increased, each of the boys jamming their fingers at different timings, making sure that their tips touched the hood of her sex, grazing that sweet spot of hers. Y/N was a whining and moaning mess. The boys were not giving her any chance to relax, when one set of fingers was pulling out of her, the other set was pushing back in, continuing its abuse on her g-spot. She felt her thighs starting to trembling, her lower stomach building up her climax by the second. Even with the 4 fingers parting her wide open, she was starting to squeeze around them, wrapping them up in a blanket of heat that would soon coat them with her release.

"Are you gonna cum Noona? Cum on Sannie's and my fingers?" Wooyoung cooed as he drove his fingers faster into her to help her reach her orgasm faster.

Y/N could only manage to nod slightly, eyes shutting tight, unable to register anything else save for the slippery and squealching sounds that came from between her thighs. She didn't feel San press his lips against her ear until his low voice spoke in that sexy satoori accent of his.

"Cum for us Noona. Cum all over us."

With his encouragement, she tipped over the edge, crying out loudly as her release started streaming down her body and onto their hands, dripping even down to their wrists. The boys were kind enough to continue filling her hole with their fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm until she came down from her high.

"Shit. Look at all the mess you made on us. Such a dirty dirty Noona." San taunted as he forced her to look down at their cum covered hands, which they both brought up to lick clean right in front of her.

"And you taste so delicious." Wooyoung added with star struck eyes.

Cupping both of their chins, she placed a peck on each of their lips.

"Thank you for that my darling boys, you made Noona feel amazing. It's only right Noona makes you both feel just as good."

Not forgetting about the throbbing needs in their pants, she ordered them to strip in front of her, an order they were eager to comply with. Through clumsy fumbling, a pile of clothes was added to the previously discarded garments from the woman in front of them. Y/N couldn't hide the satisfaction on her face as she gazed at their erect cocks, standing proudly, waiting to be touched and played with.

"Well I suspected my boys were big, but even the reality is nothing like what I imagined." The men flushed at her words, flattered by the knowledge that she had indeed thought about them in that way before.

"Wooyoungie, lie down right here." She patted the space next to her.

Following her instructions, Wooyoung placed himself where she wanted him, displaying himself out to her. Hovering above him, Y/N kissed along his defined abs, getting dangerously close to the tip of his cock, exciting him while the member behind them envied their close proximity. Y/N pulled her face away right before her lips could touch his head.

"As much as I'd love to suck your pretty little cock, I think there's something you'll enjoy even more babyboy."

The pet name followed by the image of her breasts enveloping his shaft between them was enough to drive Wooyoung wild as he realized what she had in mind.

"Oh fuck Noona- yes please." He was anxious about having her warm tits hug around his length and fuck him until they were coated in his cum.

"I knew you'd love the idea."

Glancing back at the neglected male, Y/N motioned for him to come over.

"And I have an idea for you too my precious Sannie. Since you seem to like my ass so much, how about you stuff that cock of yours in my cheeks and fuck yourself on them?"

San's eyes bulged out, his dick twitching when he heard those words. It was such an erotic, kinky and naughty idea and he was all up for it.

"Shit- fuck yeah." He wasted no time as he straddled Y/N's behind, slapping his cock on each of her asscheeks before prying them apart and laying his shaft in between them.

"Fuck yourself as you want Sannie and try to keep up with Wooyoung and I." She challenged him, which he was more than willing to take up.

Spitting down on Wooyoung's cock and her tits to properly lubricate them, she sandwiched his shaft in her pillowy and soft flesh before rubbing her tits up and down on him. Wooyoung was releasing gasp after gasp the more he felt and saw his member disappear and reappear from his Noona's glorious valley. Meanwhile behind her, San busied himself as he started rutting his cock against the firm but tender skin of her ass, groaning and grunting as he took advantage of the green light she gave him to go as hard as he wanted. Each time he slammed his hips up into her, he basked in the visual of her plump ass cheeks rippling with each of his thrusts.

"Oh God." San exclaimed, one hand coming down to strike one of Y/N's cheeks, causing her to jolt forward in surprise, her stiff nipples rubbing against Wooyoung's shaft.

"Shit! San- be gentle with Noona." He whined, his eyes still focused on the silky sensation of Y/N's boobs hugging him.

"It's ok Wooyoung. I know Noona liked it. She likes it rough. Watch."

Raising his hand once more, it came back down to spank the same spot he had previously hit, a light pink hue starting to appear on her skin. Y/N tried and failed to contain a whimpered moan from her lips, spit dripping out and falling on Wooyoung's tip.

"Shit Noona, are you really into freaky shit?" He asked in astonishment.

"She's literally letting two younger guys fuck her tits and ass, how much more reassurance do you need?" San pointed out as he squeezed at her ass, riding her backside with more intensity.

"She's just a dirty kinky whore, allowing us to use her body this way. And then she's gonna let us cover her in our cum cause she's that slutty."

Y/N groaned at his words, her tongue poking out to lick at Wooyoung's slit each time it peeked out through the valley of her enormous tits.

"Fuck to paint Noona's tits with my cum-" Wooyoung hissed, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

"You wanna do that for me? Cum on my big boobs baby boy?" She chuckled when she felt Wooyoung's cock twitch against her skin.

He couldn't answer her as another one of San's slaps along with his frenzied grinding thrusted her forward, making her and the boy below her exclaim in surprise.

"You're not cumming without me. You better hold it." San warned through gritted teeth, nails digging into her flesh as he violently rammed his cock between her fleshy and plump folds.

Y/N looked down at poor Wooyoung's face, looking so distraught as he fought hard not to cum right then and there. Leaning down, Y/N gave his tip a few kitten licks before resuming to squish her breasts on his length.

"It's ok Wooyoungie. San forgets his not in charge here. I am. So cum for me baby boy. Cum all over your Noona's tits." She softly said to him.

With shuddering whines and whimpers, Wooyoung threw his head back, eyebrows furrowed as thick streams of cum erupt from his tip, his orgasmic bliss so overwhelming, lasting longer due to Y/N continuing to rapidly push up and down his cock, milking him out of the last drop of cum he had left in his body.

"That's it. That's my good little boy, keep cumming just like that." She praised him, watching with excitement as his seed plastered itself on the top of her cleavage, some of it even splashing onto her cheeks and chin.

"That's so fucking hot- Oh my God-"

After watching the scene play out in front of him, San felt a familiar tightness in his balls, his tip starting to swell up. Before he could even register it, he was already pumping his own cum all over Y/N's ass and lower back, sputtering out incoherent words as he did so. He ended up collapsing on the couch, energy completed drained after all that, same as his friend who was still laying still on the other side. Meanwhile Y/N grabbed the box of tissues that was on the coffee table and pulled a few of them out so she could clean herself and the boys up. Starting with Wooyoung, she wiped in between his thighs, picking up the remainder of whatever was left of his cum before turning to San and cleaning up his body as well. Once both of the boys were cleaned up, she grabbed a couple more tissues to use on herself. She was distracted when she heard both of them start giggling out of nowhere.

"What's so funny?" She asked them, looking at San and then at Wooyoung, both of them donning a suspicious smile.

"So Noona does like younger men..."

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years ago

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hii dear! I’m sorry for requesting again but everything you write is just *chefs kiss*

so my idea is a bucky barnes fluff one shot where reader takes him to a record shop and then for ice cream afterwards with the prompts

‘Please don’t leave me alone.’ and ‘It’s just an ice cream cone.’

thank you for considering dear !! thanks again xx

Saturday Afternoon

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: N/A, just super fluffy <3

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing, thank you so much - i hope I did this one just as well!

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“A record shop?” Bucky asked as you two walked hand-in-hand down the street. “Those things really still exist?”

You giggled, "You had record stores back in your day?"

Bucky shrugged. "There were a few in the area. I haven’t been to one since then but I read they’ve gotten quite popular over the years."

"They’ve had their ups and downs," you said. "But I’ve always adored them."

You two continued your way down the street, hands connected and arms swinging. You hadn’t initially told Bucky that morning where you were dragging him, opting to wait until you were already on your way. All you had explained was that you wanted to go shopping and thought he might enjoy it as well. A bit suspicious but he eventually agreed. When you eventually revealed it, your assumption on his excitement was correct.

It was no secret to you that Bucky enjoyed music — well, music from his time. He’d tolerate the alternate and rock vinyls you liked to play but when it came down to it, the man could sometimes be stuck in his era. You had learned, though, that he was having a hard time finding the music he remembered.

You tried showing him streaming services like Spotify but he claimed it didn’t "sound the same" — you just about rolled your eyes at his old-fashioned talk and instead turned your attention to tracking down records from that time. After a bit of hunting via the internet, you were surprised to find the record store you frequented carried albums from back in Bucky’s time.

So, that’s where you were dragging him now on a lovely Saturday afternoon. You thought you could make a whole day of it: browse some records then stop in at the ice cream shop next door. They hand-churned it all and everything, it was delightful, and you were quite surprised you had never thought to take Bucky to this area. From the looks of how he took in the rows of shops with a fascinated gaze, you could tell he was already enjoying the trip.

"You already look pleased and we haven’t even made it to our destination," you commented. Bucky shot you a smirk.

"I’m always pleased when I’m with you, doll."

You just about snorted at his cheesiness. You had quickly realized anything you said could be turned into a line by Bucky and, well, it did sometimes did something for you.

You two rounded the corner and came upon the record store. You opened the door and pulled Bucky in with you, having a hard time hiding your own excitement. Bucky just happily followed, looking around at the miles and miles of records. You knew it could be a bit overwhelming at first so you tried giving a laydown of the outline of the shop.

"Okay," you said as you stopped at one aisle. "It’s separated by genres but there’s also a section for decades. That’s where you’d find like the eighties, the fifties, et cetera. I guess that’s probably where you want to start." You turned to him. "Do you know what you’re looking for?"

You watched as Bucky nodded and pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket. "At least what I can remember," he chuckled at the sour joke as he motioned towards the paper. You just gave him a small smile and led him down the rows.

"Seventies, sixties, fifties… Here!" You exclaimed as you came to a stop in front of rows of albums labeled with ‘30s’ and ‘40s.’ "Hopefully you can find them."

Bucky smiled down at you. "Thanks, honey," he mumbled as he placed a kiss on your cheek. You blushed, disconnecting your hands.

"I-I’ll be just a few aisles over," you said, motioning towards the second labeled ‘alternative.’ "If you need help or anything I’m sure we can talk to someone—"

"Go do your own shopping," Bucky chuckled, practically shooing you away. "I’ll be just fine."

You raised your hands in surrender and headed to your own section of the record shop, watching the excited, focus gaze that came across Bucky’s face as he flipped through the records. Your heart warmed at the sight.

***

Just under an hour or later, Bucky finally came and found you, cradling a whole stack of vinyls in his arms.

You giggled, taking in the sight of your boyfriend wrangling with the items. "Someone hit the jackpot, huh?" You teased as you looked over the different covers and names. To be quite frank… You didn’t recognize any of the music. But that also just means that Bucky would get to show you his music like you had been showing him yours.

Bucky shrugged as if this was nothing. "They had a great selection, I had to narrow it down."

"This was narrowing it down?"

Bucky playfully rolled his eyes, a little smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, believe it or not, this was."

You shook your head and reached up to plant a kiss on his cheek. "I’m just kidding, Buck," you said. "I’m glad you found what you wanted."

"I did," he nodded, "thank you so much. You don’t know what this means to me."

You had to look away as Bucky’s loving gaze became borderline intense and your blushing could not be controlled. You took his arm and began leading him to the cash register. "Let’s get these paid for and then we go for ice cream."

"Ice cream?" Bucky perked up. You nodded.

"What date would be complete without ice cream?"

"Oh," Bucky hummed. "This was a date."

You lightly pushed his shoulder as he placed his albums on the counter for the cashier to begin scanning. "You say that like we’re not already a couple," you laughed.

"Couples still need to go on dates," Bucky shrugged. "I feel like I should’ve been informed." He paid for the albums then took the bag from the cashier. In his other hand, he grabbed yours as you two begin exiting the shop.

"It’s nothing special," you insisted, steering him towards the ice cream shop.

Bucky scoffed. "Any date with you is special, sweetheart."

Gosh, he was such a sweet talker. You had to ignore it now or else you’d walk into the ice cream with a face looking like a tomato. It was becoming your permanent state around Bucky. Despite you two being together for a good amount of time, he was the king of making you squirm.

You two quickly found a table in the shop. Bucky sat down and placed his new collection of music on the floor beside the chair. He looked up at you, noticing you weren’t sitting down.

"What would you like?" You asked, motioning towards the menu. "I’ll get it for you. My treat."

Bucky frowned, dramatic and silly. "Please don’t leave me alone."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculousness. Bucky loved pulling these teasing stunts on you, acting like you were leaving home forever when you’d just be going to the bathroom or getting a snack.

You shook your head, "You’ll be fine, I’m only leaving you for ice cream. It’s just an ice cream cone."

He sighed. "Fine, if you must." His eyes roamed the menu for a moment before they lit up like a light bulb had gone off. "Well… Instead of just an ice cream cone, we could share a banana split?"

"Oh, how romantic," you smiled. "You trying to use one of your old moves on me, Barnes?"

"You started this, doll, you said it was a date," he said with a cocky smile. "I gotta pull out all the stops."

"You’re absolutely ridiculous," you mumbled as you placed a quick kiss on his lips. He hummed, happily, almost even sneaking a hand around your waist to keep you against him but you quickly shooed him off.

You yelped. "Do you want your ice cream or not, mister?"

"I don’t know, honey. You seem so much sweeter." Your jaw went slack.

"I’m walking away now," you declared and stuck to your word, marching away defiantly but with a silly little smile playing on your lips. You could feel Bucky’s eyes roaming all over you as you went to get the banana split.

That man was going to be the death of you.

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yoonpobs · 4 years ago

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bad boy good thing iv.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 105

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

a glimpse into the past

Jungkook’s been to a total of two graduations his entire life—one was his middle school’s graduation that seemed more like a farewell party and his older brother’s college one. Now, he can say that he’s attended three. But he’s never felt like this—never felt dread to say a temporary goodbye to a face he’s been so accustomed to seeing.

Maybe that’s why he’s in such a sour mood as his peers hugged their seniors' goodbyes, smiles on their face while they engaged in chatter about the future. Jungkook’s always been hard on parting and today is no different. Especially with the constant reminders at every corner of the hallways, streams of red and blue painting the ceilings with a big fat ‘happy graduation to the seniors!’ Mocking him on his journey to his classes.

He almost wants to slap some sense into himself. Because why was he terrified for the beginning of a new chapter that wasn’t his story to tell? Why was he dreading the moment that the seniors collected their diplomas and walked off the stage; and out of his life?

But he doesn’t do that; because the fear is as addictive as the excitement he feels when he thinks of you. A conflicting and tortuous juxtaposition of the beautiful day for a valedictorian and her younger friend.

“Jungkook!” A voice calls, and when he turns he sees Taehyung barrelling towards him with two people trailing closely behind.

When Taehyung plummets into Jungkook’s chest with an oof, but all Jungkook can focus on; despite the ache in his chest, is you.

You’re so pretty. But that’s nothing new for Jungkook. However, you were smiling, soft and sweet like the person who stayed up during her finals to tutor Jungkook on math concepts and the same girl who supported him through his football trials in junior year.

But you were grown, and the robe was the testimony of your age and maturity—the level of intelligence that you possess only grew with time and now you were walking towards him with a sense of quiet assuredness that he’s always admired you for.

Jungkook’s sure he’s gaping but he’s never been able to control himself around you.

“Can you stop gawking at her already?” Taehyung complains, twisting the skin between Jungkook’s armpit in retaliation.

Jungkook burns but scowls at the older boy who simply snickers in response.

“I’m so glad you’re graduating.” Jungkook snaps.

Taehyung snorts, “If I go she goes.”

Jungkook purses his lips as he readies himself for another retort, but you arrive and the first thing he notices is how gentle you smell. His favourite scent in principle, a whiff of laundry detergent accompanied with the light floral perfume he remembers his mother gifting you for your birthday.

“You’re gonna miss us, aren’t you?” Is the first thing Jimin says when he greets the younger boy with a ruffle to his head.

Jungkook glowers in embarrassment as he tries to fight him off, and despite his shorter stature in height—Jimin was in fact, quite strong.

Regardless of his flustered state, you smile at him warmly and perhaps Jungkook is biased when it comes to you because he’s sure you’ve always smiled the same, but every tilt of your lips evoke an array of different feelings in Jungkook’s chest.

“The two of you are like dumb and dumber so no—not really. God knows he’s finally granted my wish for emancipation.” Jungkook grumbles.

Taehyung feigns offence with a hand to his chest, leaning his head against Jungkook’s shoulders while he rolls his eyes.

Then he remembers you, the girl who just smiles as the world will always do her good.

“But I’ll miss Noona, though.” He says, and he hopes the shakiness of his voice isn’t obvious. “She’s the only one that doesn’t tease me.”

You grin up at Jungkook, giggling when Jimin and Taehyung gape at the younger boy’s audacity.

“Yah. You call her Noona and not us Hyung?!” Taehyung screeches were loud enough for the group of you to wince at his loudness.

“Don’t forget that you would have never have met her if it weren’t for us, you brat.” Jimin reminds, though not maliciously.

Jungkook does thank the stars for them introducing him to you. Because he doubts otherwise you’d ever interact with him. You were always in your own bubble, tucked away in a safe space filled with your own sense of solace and comfort. And Jungkook admired that.

He liked being alone, but he never wanted to be lonely. You were a breath of fresh air when you taught him the lines between loneliness and being physically alone; and how you learnt to never conflate the two. You were independent and bright, but warm and welcoming—and Jungkook remembers that these feelings weren’t just a floor away anymore.

“Ignore them, Kook.” You sigh. “Gonna miss you too.”

Jungkook feels himself melt because you say it so sweetly and sincerely.

Taehyung and Jimin ruin his love-blurred lenses by gagging at your blatant display of affection towards the younger boy.

“The two of you are so gross.” Jimin groans, earning a nod from his other half.

You roll your eyes when all Jungkook does is flush at the insinuation.

“Unlike the two of you, we make the better and more rational pair.” You chastise. “Don’t we, Kook?”

And the nickname he’s grown to love though he has a love-hate relationship with it slips off your tongue and he finds himself agreeing with you.

“These two idiots are a quarter of a brain-cell combined on a good day,” Jungkook mutters.

You burst out into laughter, rubbing a calming hand onto his shoulder and he feels the dread come in. Because this was no longer something he could reach out to when you went to college.

“Whatever.” Jimin scoffs.

Then the PA system sounds, and the principal calls for the graduates to gather at the hall. And it represents all of Jungkook’s worries in an announcement and he’s not ready to let you go yet.

“That’s our call.” You declare, eyes darting to the other seniors who pull apart from their juniors to rush to the hall.

Jungkook’s eyes widen one last time before Jimin and Taehyung both wrap their arms around Jungkook tightly, murmuring a much more sincere and grateful remark than their previous chides. And he feels slightly bad that he can’t respond because his brain is far more focused on your lone figure, who eyes him with sad yet gentle eyes.

“You’ll come to our role call, right?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook gulps because all he can focus on is your face.

“Y-yeah. Course’.” He mumbles. He feels the need to say something—do something before people crowd you after it’s over. Jungkook would never stand a chance.

He seems rooted in his feet, Jimin and Taehyung already trailing off with their arms around each other and words of their future in the air. You smile at Jungkook—and it’s the same—but his hands reach out before he can think twice.

Jungkook grabs your wrist before you can leave, gulping to himself when you stare at him with wide eyes.

“You okay?” You ask softly.

No, he’s not, because his heart is beating so fast and he doesn’t want this day to come to an end.

“I-I’m okay.” He chokes, “I just—don’t you have a parting gift for me?” Jungkook blurts before he can rationalise what the fuck did he even mean.

But Jungkook just stares at you like a deer caught in the headlights while you tilt your head at him endearingly. He hopes that his pulse doesn’t emanate from his grasp, but your wrist is small, and it feels just right in his palm.

Your lips are twitching as a grin threatens itself on your expression, and he sees the mischief in your eyes that come out every once in a while.

“Aren’t you supposed to be giving me a gift, Jeon?” You tease, and Jungkook is so soft.

He snorts, a little glad that you didn’t point out his sudden grip on your wrist.

“But you’re leaving me.” He pouts.

You roll your eyes and take a step closer to him until you’re directly in front of him. And he sees your features up close and God—did he say you were pretty?—well because you’re even prettier up close and he loses all sense of thought when you’re smiling up at him with bright eyes.

“I’m always a call away.” You say softly, gently tugging at his hand; and it’s crazy to think that you were the same older girl that was usually timid reaching out to him in a way that was shy but so you.

Even with the chattering of other students, Jungkook only hears your subdued voice.

“It’s not the same.” Jungkook sighs, and he’s slightly aware that he was whining. But you don’t seem to be bothered.

“You’re probably going to forget about me.” You scoff and it’s light, but he can see the slight furrow of your brows. “You’re Jeon Jungkook. You’ll do great.” You add softly.

Jungkook purses his lips and wants to tell you that it wasn’t possible. You took up space in his life, both in school (well, not anymore) and in his mind. You and your wonderful mind.

“Says the valedictorian.” Jungkook huffs.

You pout, “You know that isn’t long-term. What if I just peak in high school and … you know …” You sigh, shaking your head, “I’m not outgoing like Jimin or a social butterfly like Taehyung. Neither am I as friendly and likeable like you are, Jungkook. I’m just … boring.”

Jungkook freezes because while he knew you were on the shier side; the louder than life tendencies you had were small but abundant. You didn’t need to speak louder than anyone in a room to get your points across, you were soft and empathetic and led people in organisations to see the good in the work they did.

Your genuine nature drew people in, even though you’d flush under attention and praise—and if Jungkook could—he’d scream it out to the world. But you were in front of him, and he figured that was enough.

“Don’t say that.” Jungkook snaps and his tone causes you to flinch as you stare at him with wide eyes, “Don’t … put yourself down like that. You’re great, _____. You’re intelligent and kind. Just because you’re different doesn’t mean you’re boring. There are situations in this world that need people like you. There are people that find comfort in a quiet soul because you’re introspective and thoughtful. People like …”

Jungkook exhales when you stare at him so earnestly, and his ears turn red. “People like me. We need people like you in our lives.”

Your mouth falls open as you blatantly stare at Jungkook with wide eyes; he’s on the border of being absolutely mortified and running away so he wouldn’t be the subject of your obvious ogling.

But then a soft smile makes its way onto your face, and you’re tugging Jungkook by the hand and into a warm hug.

Despite him being younger than you, he’s always been taller and bigger than you were. And it was a sense of security he felt in your presence rather than your physical entity that would never be replaced with anything else.

“You really grew up, huh?” You say, a giggle in your chest.

Jungkook rolls his eyes but accepts the way you rest your head on his chest. He’s never had you this close before, and he hates that it’s on the day he needs to say goodbye.

“I’ve always been this way.” Jungkook answers. He also thinks: I’ve always been here. For you.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You say softly, pulling away even though Jungkook wants to keep you close.

“Anytime.” He smiles widely at you, and a classmate of yours calls your name as you turn to give them a nod of acknowledgement before you’re turning back to Jungkook with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Here’s your gift.” You inform him.

“I was kidding—”

And before you can respond, you’re placing both hands on his shoulder and on your tippy-toes to deliver a kiss to his cheek.

Jungkook is stunned and he isn’t able to process it fast enough. But you’re already offering him an equally flustered smile with the tip of your ears turning red before you’re waving shyly and tittering off to the hall.

Jungkook blinks, and a hand reaches to touch his cheek.

He looks up, and groans—because how the hell was he going to survive high school now?

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Falling Hard

Summary: Natasha took you in when you were very young and raised you as her own. You and Wanda become friends when she was recruited, after an argument you have with nat, Wanda is there to comfort you.

Warning: mentions of drug addict parents, small argument, thats about it, correct me if i’m wrong tho

Rating: idk its fluff

word count: 2,311

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pt 2

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Wanda hadn't expected to find someone she could rely on or relate to anyone when she joined the Avengers. she assumed they were all gonna be older people who had no idea what they would talk to them about, she figured it would be awkward but at least, she had people on her side.

you strolled into the living room to greet the newcomers when Natasha called you. Wanda was quiet and closed off as Natasha made an awkward introduction to the twins as you kinda just stood there, the book that you had been reading tucked to your side as the group simply stared at their feet. "this is useless, mom can I go?" you asked gesturing to the stairs, the woman tucked hair behind your ear before nodding, smiling lightly at you. you often came off as harsh as Natasha even if you had been the sweetest person, at least that's what the redhead spy thought. you were a lot like her, strong, smug with a slight attitude.

"she's not good with new people." Tony explained causing Natasha to glare at the man. "don't you dare talk about my daughter." she pointed a finger before huffing and going away to make some coffee.

"that's where she gets it." Steve chuckled.

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you had managed not to run into the new pair until one day you had been seated in the kitchen, perched upon the countertop as you swung your legs, all your attention glued to the book at hand until a gush of wind smacked you, blowing your pages causing you to gasp lightly and when you looked up, Pietro had been standing there and he swallowed hard at your cold glare and only seconds later Wanda jogged in, breathing hard as she whined about him cheating, quickly going quiet when her eyes landed on you. "no powers in the tower especially you, buddy!" you pointed a finger at the boy with whitish hair causing him to nod.

maybe you had been a little mean but Wanda didn't understand why she had been attracted to your mean girl attitude but she couldn't help the flutter in her chest whenever you were around her. you were a short, hot-headed girl and she couldn't help but be intrigued by you.

after some time the two of you finally had actual conversations that had been past your snarky remarks. she had been more than relieved to have a friend in you and Natasha were glad that you had been coming out of your shell. it wasn't that you were an introvert, you simply didn't get along with a lot of people.

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"show me!" you giggled, rolling onto your stomach as the girl rested against your headboard, rolling her eyes playfully before twirling her fingers around, a red glowing light appeared between her fingers causing you to gasp. "whoa!" you admired, a soft giggle slipping from her lips as you stared at the red that moved in between her fingers.

"what else can you do?" you smiled, leaning your head in Wanda's lap, she tried her hardest to focus on anything else but the way her heart fluttered. she cleared her throat, moving one of your books from across the room into her hands quickly causing you to look at her, mouth agaped and she wore a smug smile before pulling a blanket over you with her powers and sweetly smiling.

"let me read to you." she offered, the main light to your room going off and instead the lamp beside your bed turned on and it was all too much for you to process so instead you just nodded and settled completely into her lap, your eyes fluttering shut, warmth and comfort washing over you as her heavy accent filled your ears.

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Wanda watched as you mindlessly hit the punching bag even Steve struggled to keep the bag at bay as you punched it and you hadn't even used all your strength but you were strong... really strong. "good." your mother spoke uncrossing her arms and nodding at Steve to let go of the beaten bag.

"you're getting better at controlling your strength." Natasha pointed out, handing you a bottle of water and a small towel for your sweat. "you think?" you asked softly wiping at your forehead before grabbing a hold of your discarded t-shirt watching as she nodded with a smile. "when do you think I can start with missions?" you watched your mom's face turn sour and she ran a hand through her redhead. "let's not talk about that right now." she sighed, reaching out for you only for you to step back, a frown taking over your lips.

"you're too young, kid." Steve spoke up causing you to snap your hard glare at him. you were Wanda's age, there was no way that was the reason. "call me kid once more time." you stomped over to him until Natasha caught your wrist.

"that is exactly what I mean.. come on babes... I know what's best for you. after all, I am your mo-"

"you're not my mom." you spoke sharply, her lips parted and eyes watering up. "and you never will be." you turned away from her so quickly before stumbling over to the exit, the witch shooting up and following you.

"I'm not your mother?!" the woman followed closely behind you, anger filling her face. "I wasn't there when your drug-addicted parents were murdered?! I wasn't the one who took you to school every day?! I wasn't the one who was there for you every time you had a nightmare?! you had no idea what a mother was until you met me! so don't you dare ever talk to me that way again! you hear me?!" you bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to let any emotion show.

"I didn't ask for your help. you took me to fill the void of not being able to have children! you were just sad and lone-" you were abruptly cut off but the woman's voice.

"fine, you know what? you're right. I'm not your mom and I don't want to be. not anymore... I give up y/n. I do. I'm done trying to be there for you. I give up on you." she shrugged before turning and stumbling back into the training room, her soft but firm words cutting you like knives and if Wanda hadn't been there and softly grabbed a hold of your hand, you would've crumbled because it wasn't the first time those words were uttered to you.

"come on, возлюбленная (sweetheart)" she cooed, tugging you in the direction of your room, feeling your anger being washed away by sadness. as soon as you were in your room, you couldn't help the sob that slipped from your lips. your back crashed against the wall and slid down it before Wanda met you on the floor, her arms quickly wiping around you and whispering soothing words in your ear.

"Everyone gives up on me! everyone! I'll never have anyone!" you sobbed into the girl's chest causing her to bite her lip, shushing you lightly. "you have me. believe me, when I tell you, I'll never give up on you. I promise.. b-because i-" she paused for a moment, pulling your face from her chest, cupping your cheeks softly and wiping away the tears that poured from your eyes. "because I love you.." she confirmed causing your tearful eyes to go wide. "nothing with ever change that.." she added before a gasp slipped from her when your lips crashed against hers with a hard pressure before it quickly softened when you notice how hard it was and you had been too afraid to hurt her.

"that was a bit harsh, Romanoff." tony mumbled, glancing up at her when she reentered the training room, a hard look on her face. "what do you know?!" she snapped, slightly becoming choked up when she thought about the way your face fell when she uttered out her words coldly. she didn't mean it, she didn't mean any of it but you had hurt her. as a mothe- a caregiver she should've been able to handle it better. she loved you unconditionally and she hated herself for hurting you.

"I know what it feels like for a parent to give up on you, and it doesn't feel good," he spoke sincerely causing her to let out a breath, pinching the bridge of her nose to stop the pain in her head. she should've been the bigger person and threw away her pride when it came to you. her eyes started to water at the memory of you telling her you loved her for the first time when you were much younger or when you first called her mom for the first time and now she had been punching the punching bag hard to avoid her feelings, but then she couldn't shake the feeling that you had been upset and she felt so much hatred for herself at that moment.

Natasha knew you loved her and viewed her as a mother but your vision had been so clouded by anger that you simply couldn't control what you were saying but she could've. with one final punch, Natasha decided that it was her who should apologize. when she stumbled to your room and gently pushed open your door, you had been neatly tucked away in Wanda's embrace, your face nuzzled into her neck.

the both of you had been sound asleep and she didn't have the heart to wake you up from your seemingly comfortable state but then it dawned on her that you were never a cuddly type unless it was someone you really, really liked, and then she couldn't help the small smile and her teary eyes because she realized that her little girl had grown up and had been in love.

you had been incredibly exhausted in the morning. you couldn't believe how emotionally worn out you had become and it hadn't help that Wanda wasn’t with you in the morning instead you met her in the kitchen, a small grin on her face when she spotted you. "I wanted to make you breakfast," she explained shyly, her arm wrapping itself around your lower back and pulled you in for a hug.

"you're too sweet, Wanda." you sighed out conflicted on whether you should be happy because the girl you liked for a bit of time is finally yours or if you should feel upset that you no longer had that mother figure that Natasha provided you with. you planted a soft kiss on Wanda's lips before turning to make some coffee. you and Wanda had been up quite early, leaving the both of you in a comfortable quiet kitchen as you worked alongside each other to get breakfast ready.

you had gone most of your day without seeing Natasha until you and Wanda stumbled into the training room, Wanda bragging about how she could whoop your ass without even using her hands and you protested claiming you could rip her in half using your bare hands. the conversation was lighthearted and playful, you were both laughing and giggling about it until Natasha had come into your sight.

"We need to talk y/n." the older woman declared with a stern look on her face but in all reality, she had been happy that Wanda was making you smile despite the heavy argument you had with Natasha. you didn't have it in you to protest so instead you nodded and Wanda sent you a comforting smile before stumbling out the training room giving the both of you privacy. you let out a sigh, your gaze dropping before you glanced back up at the woman who raised you. "l-listen, mo- Natasha-" the woman stood her head, taking steps towards you and opening up her arms for a hug. "no, stop come here." you stepped into her embrace, sighing softly in relief.

"I would never and I mean, never give up on you. you know why?" you shook your head nuzzling into the woman. "because you're my daughter and you'll always be. I love you very much and I'm sorry that I ever allowed my anger to cloud my judgment. I'm your mom and I should've reacted to the situation better. it'll never happen again. okay?" you let out a half sob, half laugh causing her arms to tighten around you.

"I'm sorry too." she chuckled lightly, pressing a soft and comforting kiss to your temple. "it's just upset when no one trusts you when it comes to something that you've been working hard on, you know?" you explained causing Natasha to push you back slightly, cupping your cheeks and frowned. "you think I don't trust you when it comes to your strength? I do trust you, honey. it's just I want you to be emotionally prepared for what the mission entails, do you understand? plus you getting hurt because of something I allowed you to do would kill me." she uttered out causing you to nod understandably.

once all the heavy stuff had been out the way and apologizes had been accepted, Natasha couldn't help the smug smile that formed on her lips, she moved to hold the punching back for you as you punched at it, focusing on how hard you had been hitting it until Natasha uttered out. "I saw you and Wanda cuddling last night when I came to apologize. I've gotta admit you two are cute together. how long has that been going on?" she smirked when your cheeks flushed over and your eyes widened. the woman had been playfully wiggled her eyebrows at you as your punches stopped abruptly, your cheeks heating up even more.

"oh my god, please stop!"

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