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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Let Me Love You (Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Plus sized! Reader (Female) × Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: After finding out their girlfriend has been feeling insecure about her body, Mingi and Yunho take matters into their own hands to remind her that she is beautiful.

Word Count: 4.5+K

Warnings: Body insecurities (remember you are beautiful just the way you are), poly relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), unprotected sex (always use protection). (This was utter trash)

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

Special requested by @monbaebes

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Watching her favorite boys play around on the seashore, Y/N chuckled softly as she returned her gaze on the fruit in front of her. Picking up a small knife, she carefully began peeling some of the mangoes, apples and other of the juicy produce they had brought with them. Meanwhile she focused on making sure they had something to replenish their energy with, one of her lovers was concentrated on building a rather complicated architecture with the sand under his feet. Slowly but surely, the castle was beginning to take form and the man couldn't be much happier or pleased than seeing his masterpiece come to life.

"Mingi, think fast!" The other tall male shouted as he tossed the beach ball he was holding in the other's direction.

Mingi's naturally small eyes widened significantly as he witnessed his creation crumble down due to the impact of the beach ball colliding on top of it.

"Oops! Sorry bud!" The culprit grimaced as he saw the result of his little trick.

Immediately standing up, Mingi began chasing after his friend.

"I'm going to kill you Yunho!" He threatened, Yunho running and taking cover behind the oblivious girl who saw nothing that took place.

"What in the world?" She looked back and forth between the two guys.

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, Mingi let out a huff.

"He destroyed my sand castle that I was working so hard on!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't mean to." Yunho defended himself.

Not wanting them to get into a silly fight during their vacation, Y/N began to calm them both down.

"Come on you guys, you're making a scene over things kids would argue over. Seriously, this is why we hardly go out."

Hearing her displeased tone, the boys quickly straightened up their act and decided to just let it go. Seeing the delicious fruit in front of them, the young men sat at opposite sides of Y/N and dug into the food. She was grateful she opted for packing plenty of fruit given how much her boyfriends ate. She sometimes wondered if it was because they were so tall or because their stomachs were a bottomless pit. She decided a long time ago that it was probably a combination of the two.

As they enjoyed their snacks while enjoying the view in front of them, Y/N's wandering eyes soon locked themselves on the two women sitting not far from them. Although she wanted to look away before any negative thoughts clouded her mind, she couldn't help but admire their long, slim legs, their small waists and flat tummies. She envied their shape that they confidently showed off in their revealing and sensual bikinis, making more than a few heads turn in their direction to rake their eyes on their glamorous bodies. And there she was, feeling too big in her cami top and shorts.

Looking away with eyes falling on the strawberry she was holding, Y/N suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Losing her appetite, she tossed the fruit back in the container and just sat back, unable to hide her uncomfortable face which Yunho noticed right away.

"Honey, is something wrong? Do you not feel well?" He asked which immediately sparked the attention of the other male.

Although she didn't feel well indeed, Y/N didn't want to cause any alarm or have them fret over her behavior and decided to make up an excuse.

"I guess maybe I'm just exhausted after spending so much time out in the sun. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel room. You guys stay here if you want."

Plastering on a reassuring smile, she gave them no chance to argue or say anything else as she quickly got off the beach towel and started heading back towards the hotel that was just in front of the beach. Her arms were crossed protectively in front of her chest, head lowered to avoid eye contact with the young men who were heading in the opposite direction. She shut her eyes when she heard them snicker behind her, no doubt making fun of her figure. She just wanted to lock herself in the room and crawl under the covers of the bed, just her alone with nobody else.

But the sudden calls for her from behind let her know that it wasn't going to be the case.

"Geez, couldn't you at least wait for us baby?" Mingi pouted as he linked an arm around her.

"Sorry, didn't want to cut your playtime at the beach short." She felt even more bad knowing they decided to follow her back.

"It's fine darling. It was getting too hot anyways. Besides we can have just as much fun in the hotel room as we do in the beach." Yunho added, leaning his face so he could whisper in her ear.

"Or maybe even more fun." He snickered suggestively, which made her blush and cling closer to the male on her right, who simply let out a small snort.

"Don't tease her Yunho. You know how shy she gets with these things." Unable to hold back from making her even more flustered, Mingi's hand that was on her waist dropping to slightly pinch her butt cheek.

"And it makes me want to eat her up even more."

With a soft huff, she shoved his hand away from him and simply walked faster to hide from their vulgar teasing that had her cheeks burning bright red.

"She's so adorable." Yunho chuckled, to which Mingi agreed with. Taking advantage of the fact she couldn't hear them, both of them started whispering a few things amongst themselves, huge grins plastering on their faces as they planned out how they were going to spend their night with their lovely girlfriend.

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Staring at her reflection in the long body mirror, Y/N cringed at the sight. She knew the guys were waiting outside in the hot tub for her, no doubt aching to see her in the dark blue bikini they had picked out for her, a color Mingi aggressively shoved into Yunho who wanted to go instead for a more baby pink choice, but eventually caved into the other's choice. She didn't feel up to going out in it though, she felt it unflattering and unsuitable for someone her size. Stripping out of it, she tossed on a tank top and shorts once more, wanting to be as covered up as much as possible. Feeling satisfied with that, she quickly came out of the bathroom, not wanting to make the boys wait any longer.

Hearing the glass door of the room slide open, the young men excitedly looked over hoping to see their gorgeous girlfriend in a swimsuit they bought her, but their faces fell flat when they saw her clothing choice.

"What happened to the bikini we bought you? Oh god! Please don't tell me we got the wrong size." Mingi groaned, already beating himself up for an imaginary mistake.

"No it fit fine, I just.... I just prefer being like this." She replied as she slipped her body inside the hot water, setting herself in between both of the men, who wasted no time in drawing their bodies closer to her, effectively trapping her.

Looking up from one and then to the other, Y/N knew by the smiles on their face that they were up to something else and it wasn't particularly pure. Taking the lead as he usually did, Yunho brought a hand up to trace the outline of her jaw.

"So pretty..." He muttered as he bent his face down to hers.

Starting off with small pecks, Yunho eventually pressed his lips deeper into hers, hand still cupping her jaw so his thumb could draw circles around her cheek. Y/N moaned when she felt his tongue dart forward and infiltrate her mouth. She gave in and allowed him absolute control, moaning louder when he pulled her tongue inside his own mouth and briefly sucking on it. For a few minutes they were lost in their little world until the third person in the relationship reminded them of his presence.

"Ok you got your turn, now let me make out with my baby."

As soon as Yunho's mouth was detached from her lips, it was quickly replaced by Mingi's, who unlike the other male, was more fervent and rougher with his kisses. Whereas Yunho preferred a lot more tongue action, Mingi enjoyed nipping at his lover's lips. Indeed he made sure to get her lips as swollen and red as possible. His teeth endlessly tugged at her bottom lip, a smirk appearing on his features each time he drew out a gasp or whine from the girl in front of him. Her sounds intensified when she felt Yunho's lips occupying themselves on her shoulder and neck, leaving small love bites on the visible patches of skin. His large hand dove underwater to clasp at the end of her top, rising it up slowly so he could take it off her.

Feeling her insecurities rise up once more, Y/N quickly withdrew his hand off her body, ending the makeout session with her other boyfriend in the process.

"Baby did we do something wrong? Did we push it too far?" Yunho immediately worried that they hurt her in any way. Mingi was also mirroring the same feeling his friend was bearing.

"No, it's not you guys...it's me."

Both of the men looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you sick? Is that it? Why didn't you say something before." Mingi brought a palm over her forehead, attempting to figure out if she had a fever or not.

Shaking her head, Y/N took a deep breath before she went any further.

"I'm not sick I just hate my body ok? I hate being chubby, it makes all the clothes I wear look ugly on me. I wish I was skinnier like some of the female idols you guys see almost on the daily. Maybe then I'd be more attractive for you guys.."

Her confession broke them to pieces. They couldn't believe she felt that way and they cursed themselves for not noticing earlier on about their girlfriend's insecurities.

"But darling, you are very attractive just the way you are." Mingi spoke up, though they could tell his words didn't have much of an effect on her.

Joining in to make sure she felt loved, Yunho tilted Y/N's face so she could clearly see his sincerity at his next words.

"Listen to me, your body is very gorgeous just the way it is. You may not believe it, but trust me when I say Mingi and I are absolutely crazy about your body. It makes you more irresistible and we wouldn't have you any other way."

His words lightened her mood just a bit, a hint of a smile starting to form on the corners of her lips.

"And we're not the only ones who think so. There were some assholes who were shamelessly checking you out while we were trying to catch up with you back on the beach." Mingi added, face frowning as he recalled the way they heard the group of men talking about their girlfriend in such a lewd manner.

"What? N-no, I'm sure you got it wrong. They were probably making fun of me." Her theory however was quickly shut down by Yunho.

"No baby, we heard them clearly as they went on and on about how hot you look....among other things that weren't exactly family friendly." Although he tried to hide it, Yunho couldn't keep his teeth from gritting against each other in a jealous manner.

"And we saw how their faces kept turning to stare at your ass." Mingi recalled rather unhappily.

Y/N felt even more embarrassed now, her hands coming up to hide her reddened face, which continued to stay hidden even when she felt both males press themselves into her.

"But if that still doesn't convince you, how about you let us demonstrate how much we adore your figure?"

Peeking out and uncovering her face, Y/N took in their hungry gazes that were awaiting for permission to devour her. Although she nodded slightly, it wasn't enough for them.

"Darling use your words please. We'd much rather hear you say how much you want us as well." Mingi deepened his voice enough to cause an effect on her.

Biting down on her lip, Y/N's voice shyly spoke out.

"Please.... touch me." She gulped before uttering her next words.

"Make love to me."

Finally hearing the magic words, both men stood up, their bodies drenched and pouring water. Taking hold of Y/N, Mingi brought her out of the hot tub as well and sat her in front of him on the wood extension of the hot tub. Reaching for her shirt, he quickly peeled it off her body and moved it somewhere else while Yunho took care of her lower half, removing her shorts and equally discarding them somewhere else.

"Fuck, she looks so damn pretty." Yunho marveled at the sight of her bare, soaked body right in front of him.

Snaking his hands down her torso, Mingi gripped the top of her thighs so he could pry them open, letting Yunho gaze into her exposed heat. He let out a chuckle at his friend's star struck expression.

"Well? Don't just stand there like an idiot. Put those long ass fingers of yours to work." Mingi told him.

Instructing Y/N to keep her legs wide open, Mingi brought his hands back up her body so they could cup her breasts. He squeezed them in between his fingers, astonished at feeling how soft and tender they were. While she was still getting adjusted to the feeling of Mingi's hands around her boobs, Yunho came up in front of her and began kissing along her collarbone, making her tilt her head back.

"God your boobs are so squishy." Mingi groaned as he pressed them against each other, thumbs tweaking at her nipples.

While Mingi's hands continued playing around with her chest, Yunho took advantage of her dazed state to brush his fingers along one of her thighs. Creeping it closer in between her legs, his thumb started slow and gentle motions on her clit. He smiled against her neck when he felt her shudder as he pressed down on her button.

"Mingi be sure to hold her steady while I finger her pretty pussy. You know how she tends to get."

Removing his hands off her breasts, Mingi proceeded to move them to her hips, knowing fully well they'd be wanting to buck into Yunho's hand. Y/N looked down and watched intently as one of Yunho's fingers slowly slipped inside her hole. She gaped with amazement as he effortlessly slid his finger out of her body and then back inside. It always amazed her how such a little action could make her so weak and pliant towards her lovers. Yunho of course knew this and loved to use it against her. Smiling ever so smugly, he inserted a second finger into her hole, his pace starting to pick up. Her breath hitched as she craned her neck back to rest her head on Mingi's shoulder, the latter taking the opportunity to plaster kisses on the side of her cheek.

"Do you like having Yunho's fingers inside of you babygirl?" He asked, lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Y-yes." She responded.

When her thighs tried to close, Mingi was quick to pry them back apart, his grip tight enough that they could leave prints on her skin.

"No babygirl, keep those pretty legs of yours open for Yunho."

Knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge, Yunho angled his fingers upward so they could rub at her sweet spot as he continued to wiggle his fingers inside of her. A third finger was added to the combination, which had the recipient crying out from the stretch.

"How on earth are you always so tight babygirl? It's like we don't fuck you enough." Yunho expressed, thumb circling on her nub with more detailed and faster motions.

The wet and sloppy sounds emanating from between her legs were like music to both men's ears. They enjoyed hearing how wet they could make her become, Mingi especially licked his lips as he saw how her folds started to glisten from all the arousal seeping out of her.

"Shit, her pussy looks so good. I can't wait to eat her out."

Shooting a smirk to his friend, Yunho worked his fingers deeper into his girlfriend's core, thrusting them sporadically in an effort to bring her closer to her high.

"Well just let me get her cum with my fingers and then I'll leave her in your hands..... or should I say mouth?"

Hearing them say what they were going to do to her made Y/N shudder. With eyes shut, her voice slightly broke into half cries half whimpers as she came on Yunho's fingers. Mingi's hold on her thighs prevented her from shutting her legs and thus making her orgasm feel more intense as it washed all throughout her body. Making sure to keep his fingers lodged inside until she came down from her high, Yunho gently leaned in to press a kiss on the corner of Y/N's mouth.

"Look babygirl."

Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Yunho's fingers pulling out of her heat. They were covered completely in her cum, leaving her surprised that she could produce that much from just his fingers. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean.

"Oh Mingi, you're going to definitely enjoy eating her out." Yunho locked eyes with the other male, sending him a knowing wink.

"Then I guess I better not let her juices go to waste."

Moving her body so she could face him, Mingi layed down on his back and motioned for Y/N to move herself on top of his face, which she hesitated to do. Sensing what she was worried about, Mingi smiled at her.

"Baby, it's ok. I want to feel those thick thighs of yours on me. Now come over here and smother my face with your sweet pussy."

Getting help from Yunho who took hold of her arms, he placed her right on top of Mingi's face. Spreading her lips apart, Mingi's tongue came up to lick up the leftover arousal from Yunho's previous fingering session. Y/N couldn't help but gasp not just from the over sensitivity of her pussy, but from Mingi's warm mouth consuming her taste. Closing his eyes, Mingi lost himself in the sweetness her body had to offer. Flicking his tongue out, he made sure to pay close attention to her clit, circling the tip of his wet muscle around it. As if they had a mind of their own, Y/N's hips began to slowly grind down against Mingi's tongue movements. When she noticed what she was doing, she made an attempt to stop her motions.

"No babygirl. Show Mingi how much you enjoy having him eat you out. He told you to smother his face and that's what you're going to give him. After all, that is what he wants. Don't you Mingi?" Yunho piped up.

The man underneath Y/N responded with a muffled moan against her wetness. His hands clasped themselves on her ass, harshly slamming her down until her heat was covering the entirety of his face. Guiding her hips, he made her drag her core along his tongue over and over, slurping up every inch of tender flesh without leaving any patch dry. Y/N began panting, each stroke of Mingi's tongue making her fall deeper in that hazy state she had been in just moments ago while Yunho had his fingers knuckles deep in her. And both men knew it, they had learned and memorized each pitch of her sounds and every tick of her body to know what she liked and when she'd come crumbling down from the pleasure they gave her.

Knowing she needed a little encouragement, Yunho began peppering open mouth kisses along her neck as his fingers brushed along the sides of her waist.

"Go ahead love. Cum all over Mingi's face. Make a mess of his pretty face." He softly instructed her. A pleased grin framed Yunho's face as merely seconds later, Y/N fulfilled his command. Mingi groaned wildly as his face was smothered by her mound, her thighs trembling and clenching around his skull as another flood of her juices poured out onto his face. Making sure to lick up as much as possible, Mingi detached his mouth from her reddened folds with an audible pop, a proud smirk on his face that he was not wiping off at any moment.

Knowing she was still too worked up from her orgasm, Yunho carefully lifted her up into his arms. Gesturing for Mingi to follow, he carried her bridal style back inside their room, where he layed her down on the soft king sized bed. Stripping themselves out of their swimming trunks, the men whispered a few words amongst each other before reaching the decision of who got to have her first. The beaming look on Mingi's features answered her thoughts on who it was.

Setting himself right next to her, Mingi began stroking his already hard length.

"Come here baby. Hop your pretty self on top and ride me." He motioned for her to sit on top of him.

With hands pressed to his chest, Y/N slowly sunk herself down until his entire cock was safely nestled inside her. Hissing at the excruciatingly tight grip her tender flesh had on him, Mingi looked over to Yunho, who already had one hand wrapped tightly on his dick.

"We really should fuck her more often, she's unbelievably tight." His voice rasped out.

"Well why don't you do something about it? You're literally inside her idiot." Yunho reminded him rather agitated, anxious to get his own turn with his beloved girl.

With sharp cries, Y/N held onto the headboard in front of her as the man underneath her started pounding his hips up into her. Their moans were filling up the room, along with the slick sounds protruding from between their thighs, where they were connected. Yunho eagerly watched them, his hand working to stroke his twitching cock, making sure not to speed up in case he accidentally made himself cum. He knew he'd get his turn soon, but for the moment, he reveled at seeing the two individuals he cared about the most be so intimate with each other. He watched as their facial muscles started contorting and scrunching up with pleasure, their bodies starting to layer a thin sheen of sweat from the intensity of their love making.

Already vulnerable from the previous 2 orgasms, Y/N started to feel that familiar heat pooling in her lower abdomen, spreading under her skin and making her dizzy with lust. Mingi's pace turned slightly more rough. He loved watching as he made his girlfriend ride his cock, especially when he was blessed with the sight of her breasts bouncing right in front of him. He thought it was one of the most amazing sights to behold. Sensing that she was close given how worked out they had gotten her before and by the way her sounds grew more frantic, Mingi gripped at her sides to hold her down as he bucked his cock deep enough to have her crying out.

"That's it babygirl. Let yourself go. Cum all over me." He grunted at her, feeling himself reach his own brink from the frenetic pace he set for themselves.

With aching thighs, Y/N violently shook on top of him, vision darkening as her mind only payed attention to the sensation of her walls clamping around her lover's cock. Feeling overly constricted to the point of hurting in a most delicious grip, Mingi quickly pulled himself out of her core before any of his cum could start spilling inside her. With the help of his hand, he finished himself off by spurting drops of cum onto her thighs and stomach, some of them dripping off to land on the sheets underneath them.

"Oh my God." Mingi threw his head back onto the pillow behind him as he tried to steady his racing heart.

Finally seeing his cue to come in, Yunho fitted himself on the large king sized bed and carefully pulled Y/N off Mingi's lap to sat her on top of his own. Whereas Mingi preferred having her face him, Yunho opted to keep her facing away, pressing his chest onto her back. His voice gently shushed her whimpers as he sunk her down onto his overly endowed length. Fitting himself in her always took a little longer due to his size.

"You're doing so well baby." He cooed in her ear as he waited for her to adjust to him. Mingi was definitely right in exclaiming how tight she was, he himself was gritting his teeth at how hard her walls were squeezing at his shaft.

Knowing she was overly sensitive, clit swollen and folds puffed up, Yunho decided to go for a more slow and sensual pace. His hands gently rolled her hips to move on top of him, soft and blissful sighs being breathed out of their mouths. He made sure not to overwhelm her, and he himself wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. When he heard her agitated moan, he let her relax on top of him as his hips took over. He was careful not to snap his hips too aggressively, still being gentle and precise with each thrust he shot up at her. With one hand sliding in between her legs, his fingers brushed against her pinkied clit before carefully circling around it.

"You're so beautiful my dear. Absolutely perfect." He murmured against her neck whilst his lips pressed tiny kisses on her warm skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt his pace slightly speed up, causing her body to jolt forward, which was stopped from falling when Yunho's arms held her in a tight embrace to keep her close to him. She knew she was definitely waking up sore the next morning, her thighs were already burning from cumming so much and from being bounced on top of two monster cocks that belonged to her tall boyfriends. Her 4th orgasm of the night slowly and silently crept up on her, rendering her almost numb to everything except the dull sting of her juices pouring out once more onto Yunho's cock. Even after she felt him pull out and coat her backside with his hot seed, she was still in hazy state, worn out after all the attention the two men bestowed upon them. The last thing she saw before passing out on the bed was Yunho's voice purring in her ear:

"Remember Mingi and I love you just the way you are..."

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pleasantanathema · 3 years

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Kenny Ackerman | of Death and Cigars

Pairing: Kenny Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Bloodplay, Blood Tasting, Bloody Bathwater, Biting, Age Gap, Kenny says cunny because of course he would

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Back by popular demand, it’s the dirty old man. This is part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read more fanfics I’m writing to celebrate ❤️

The warm bathwater was ghoulish, slowly bleeding from pink to red the longer you sat in it.

At least Kenny didn’t look bad wet. Or bloody, for that matter. But you were used to seeing him caked in crimson, often found stains of it left in the rough patches of his beard. It’s all part of the job, kid. And it was, blood was something you expected out of mercenary work. What you didn’t anticipate was how much you’d enjoy the cleanup, how much you’d take pleasure in sitting between Kenny’s naked legs and let his calloused knuckles wipe someone else’s blood from your skin.

“Got a little on your mouth,” the water splashed as he raised his hand, swiping at your bottom lip, having to repeat the motion a few times to remove the smear, “what did you fucking do, drink his blood?”

Your eyes rolled, “I bit him, he was trying to reach around for my knife.”

Kenny only huffed, flicking water on your face before leaning back and stretching his arms along the edge of the tub. His knuckles popped and his neck cracked as he rolled it, little echoes into the dimly lit room as you fell into silence. You continued to rake a soiled cloth across your arms, most of the water still streaking red over your skin despite your persistence.

“Got some on your back,” he noted, and you could feel his eyes on you, burning spots into your spine.

“Well, wipe it off. Isn’t that what you’re here for? To ‘wash my back’?”

“Nah, I’m just here to look at you naked.”

You groaned, attempting to reach around to your back to clean, fingers aching from the reach. Kenny watched you struggle for a bit before swatting your hand away, gathering the rag in his fist so he could scrub rather brutishly at the elusive plane between your shoulder blades.

The embarrassment of being naked around him had washed away after the first few times you performed this ritual. It was just easier to get clean this way, and you didn’t particularly enjoy waiting for him to bathe first just so you could step into ice cold, murky water. Plus, there were some nights when he was actually tender, started to open up withered petals in the sun and talk about his past whenever he’d had too much to drink before sitting in the water.

You glanced over your shoulder at him, not bothering to hide your curiosity as your eyes flickered over his features. His long hair clung to his shoulders, wrinkles pulled around his mouth from where he held it to the side in concentration. His lean shoulders were freckles from days in the sun, muscles in his arms rolling as he attempted to wash away the scarlet splotches from your skin.

He’d taught you how to slaughter people in his own gruesome, throat-splitting way. He’d hand picked you for the Anti-Personnel Control squad—said he saw something vicious in you, and maybe he did.

“Don’t look at me with those big eyes, kid. You’re gonna make my cock hard.”

“Your cock’s already hard.”

“Then maybe you should clean that next. Sure your mouth would do better than a rag.”

You mumbled something about him being disgusting, but kept most of it trapped in your throat. His hands felt particularly good kneading into your back. Not to mention the last time you’d been too sassy with him, he let you go to bed bloody. You reeked of iron for days.

You stood in the tub, carefully posturing your feet around his outstretched legs, keeping your back to him as you stretched and prepped to leave. But as you turned to the side, you caught a glimpse of blood in his hairline, something he never thinks about since he’s always in his fucking hat.

“There’s—ugh fuck it,” you knelt back down, caging his thighs with your own so you could sit in his lap and work at chipping away at the dried, grimy substance with your nails.

“Now that’s more like it,” he unabashedly moved his hands to your waist, long fingers skimming upward to brush the underside of your breasts, “shame you have to keep these pretty tits covered all day.”

“You’re such a fucking pervert.”

“Hey, you agreed to bath time with dear old Kenny.”

He had a point, but you didn’t have to explain yourself. Not to him.

You kept having to tilt his chin up and away from staring at your chest so you could weave your fingers into the surprisingly thick strands of hair. Droplets started forming at his forehead from your actions, water turning red as it absorbed the remnants of a very dirty and very busy night.

“You feel good in my lap,” he hummed, rocking you forward so you could feel just how much he meant with it with the cock straining against his stomach. You attempted to lift yourself away from him, but he only pulled you closer, brought your breasts up to his face so he could lick the water away from one of your nipples. You hated the jolt of pleasure that raced down your skin at the lewd touch, biting your tongue avoid any untoward sound slipping out.

Kenny repeated the action when you didn’t pull away, this time his tongue flat, placing a long, hot stripe over your nipple and over the curve of your breast.

“Stop that.”

“Do you really want me to?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer, instead enveloped your hardened peak with his warm mouth. You shivered at the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin, the hands in his hair pulling him toward you instead of pushing away. He smirked against your tit, tip of tongue circling your nipple until he finally heard you moan. It was the faintest sound, one you barely recognized came from your mouth, but he heard it.

His hand on your hip sunk lower under the water line, thumb tracing the inside of your thigh, creeping closer to the one place he hadn’t dared to touch before. Well, that wasn’t quite true; he’d attempted once before, but you scratched his wrist so hard that he bled. This time you didn’t bother to stop him, the curiosity of what his fingers would feel like nearly killing you.

“Bet you’ve got a real tight cunny, don’t you?”

“Kenny—” you scold stopped mid-breath as his middle finger brushed your clit, pushing farther back to probe at your tight hole. He started sucking at your breast, taking the fat in between his teeth as he groaned at the feeling of your folds against his hand.

You were glad you couldn’t see the delight in his eyes when you sat deeper into his lap, urging his fingers to explore further, to press up inside you just so you could know how it felt. He obliged your silent request, sinking his finger into your heat and feeling the moan that reverberated from your chest.

It felt good, and he knew just how to curl his knuckle, how to swipe his thumb against your clit in the same motion to have your head falling back. Your hips rolled against your better judgement, encouraging him to nestle a second finger inside of you, pumping them both and stretching you apart.

“Yeah you like that, don’t you? Little whore likes her cunny stuffed.”

“If only I could stuff your fucking mouth.”

“Next time.”

You weren’t sure if it was frustration or ecstasy that trickled down your back and settled in your stomach, but you didn’t care, not when his fingers started pushing a little harder. Kenny’s lips started to make a trail up your chest, messy, wet kisses that had your skin burning under his beard. He stopped at your neck, wicked tongue daring to lap at the bloody water that pooled against your collarbone.

“Fuck I can’t take this teasing shit. Sit on my cock.”

Demands from him weren’t uncommon, he was your superior, after all, but this one had your cheeks flushing. You gasped when he uncurled his fingers from inside of you, shaking his wrist under the water like he was cleaning them. Your hands fell down to his shoulders, nails pressing into the muscled sinews as you lowered yourself just like he told you to.

You tried to look away from him as you felt his cockhead breach that first ring of muscle, your cunt too willingly sucking him in, but he caught your jaw, making you look down at him. His grey eyes were always piercing, like they were cutting through you like a knife twisting in flesh, and this time was no different. It was like he was looking through you, reading the jumbled thoughts rolling in your head as you started to sink down his length.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, “You’ve still got a little blood on your lips. Let me clean that for you.”

His kiss was rough, assertive, mouth slanting against yours in a mixture of control and desperation. For a moment, you thought not to kiss him back, a metallic flash of crimson hitting your tongue signaling that he was, indeed, telling the truth. But your mouth opened of its own will when his lengthy cock finally bottomed out inside of you.

One of his hands looped around the back of your neck, crushing your mouth against his as he started to rock you in his lap. You felt startlingly full, cock spreading your insides as you started to move with him.

A small pang of disgust hit you when his tongue snaked into your mouth, but you washed that down with the taste of him, with the taste of blood and tobacco, of death and cigars.

Your clit was sliding perfectly against the thatch of wiry black curls at the base of his cock, pleasure brewing in your pussy and traveling to your fingers, your toes. When he pulled away from your lips, his tongue licked at your cheek before he started to bounce you harder in his lap. Bloodstained water sloshed from the edges of the tub, sinking into the grout and tiles.

“I’ve come in my hand so many times thinking about you, kid.” He laughed at the look on your face from his confession. “Ain’t gonna take me long to cum inside this pretty little pussy.”

“God I fucking hate you,” you hissed, but you kept up the pace, feeling that rather blissful and dreadful pull of orgasm.

“That so? Then why’re you just getting tighter around me? Feels like you like my cock.”

You didn’t have the effort for a retort, your head falling to his shoulder as you began to ride him harder, ready to cum and go dwell in the shame afterwards.

Kenny was panting, clearly enjoying himself as his big hands groped at your ass, helping you slide along his cock under the water. You hated that he smelled good, hated that he felt good, hated that he knew exactly what he was doing, pulling your cheeks apart and making you spread and used.

“Bite me.”

You almost didn’t hear him over your own whimpers, gritting out a simple, “What?”

“You h-heard me, kid. Bite me like you did that fucker earlier. Wanna see what it feels like.”

It was an opportunity you weren’t going to pass up. You caught your breath, blinking your eyes for a second so you could see straight through the haze of pleasure. You chose the tender spot between neck and shoulder, sinking your teeth into his tawny skin slowly, putting pressure on your canines so he’d feel that thrill of pain.

He moaned so loudly it actually made you flush, made your ears burn from how lewd it sounded. It spurred you to bite harder, to sink so deep into flesh that you felt his own blood slip past your lips.

The pulsing of his cock made you see colors, made you gasp and release his shoulder and nearly double over from the euphoria that rippled through your body. He stopped moving, but your body still shook, slapped with a climax you didn’t expect just from feeling cum pour inside your cunt, from feeling his cock twitch and throb and explode inside you. You spasmed around him, brows pinching together as you tried to come back to your senses.

You supposed he wasn’t kidding about not going to last long, you just felt embarrassment creep over your psyche at the fact that you’d fallen right behind him, wasting away in his lap.

After a few moments, you finally sat back, groaning at that too-full feeling of still having him inside of you. You gripped his jaw like he did yours earlier, bringing him back to life to look up at you.

“You can have your blood back,” you slid your messy mouth against his, both of you moaning a little too deeply as you shared his taste between your tongues.

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golddaggers · 3 years

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midnight rendezvous

pairing: louis tomlinson x f!reader

warnings: filthy smut with hints of fluffness. period sex. petnames. him calling you baby doll. defo nsfw +18, so my dudes, read carefully.

a/n: it's your renegade writer back with her fantasies. i've written this a while back and though it'd be such a shame to share. if you do like it, make sure to reblog and like. thanks and enjoy *wink* leth x

word count: 3k+

It’s just a bit past midnight when I park home, no one wandering the streets, or children playing about, there’s just the chilled breeze fumbling with the leaves. I don’t notice a second car on the driveway until I’m up close, I blame the dim yellow streetlights and my exhaustion. It had been a particularly busy shift at the hospital, I wanted nothing more than to sleep for about two days straight.

The cold crisp air makes me tremble for a split second, but I am soon welcomed by the warmth of the inside. I kicked off my sneakers, trying to be as silent as possible, I didn’t want to wake him up. A second car meant Louis had come home and he must be tired, it had been weeks since he had a break, we hadn’t seen each other for even longer. The weekends he happened to be around, I couldn’t work my schedule to spend them at home with him. It sucked, and I missed him more than I could put it into words.

A frustrated sigh slips while I walk to the kitchen, filling up a glass of water. After so many years, I should be used to it: the busy schedule, the months spent apart. I’m not, though. And being honest, I don’t think it’s possible to not be in pain when waking up to an empty bed beside me, to not hear the soft humming when he’s doing the dishes, to not miss the press of his lips on mine. I just wanted us to buy a bunch of lands somewhere, live a quiet, happy life, have children, and grow old. Just the two of us.

This was something I would never tell him. Robbing him of his passions wasn’t on my mind. I knew he’d oblige if I did say so. If I asked him, but I couldn't.

I leave a half-drunk glass behind, and go upstairs, taking off my plain white shirt then unbuttoning my jeans. Before I got to the bedroom, however, I froze, strangled sounds coming from there startling me for a second. It's followed by a smile creeping in, I’m very much aware, and familiar, with them.

The door isn’t closed, so I peek in. I see him naked, sheets pooled by his feet, and one hand wrapped around himself, moving up and down with ease, his thumb applying just enough pressure. I feel my mouth watering at the sight, a cramp twisting my belly. Desire gathers quickly, I was so touch-starved that I might as well come undone just by watching him get himself off.

His eyes are closed, thin lips parted. I slide off my pants, throwing both them, and my shirt away, walking inside in just my black lingerie. Even that was starting to be uncomfortable.

“Lou?” I call him, standing with crossed arms. He’s quick to drop everything, shooting me a wide, surprised glare. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spoil your good time.”

I’m half-joking at this point.

“I thought you’d only be home in t’ mornin’,” Deep blue eyes, sparked with lust, stare up at me. I'm very aware of how much I want to be near him again. “C’mere.”

He pats the space on his right side, it’s mesmerizing how quickly he can go from a sex god to a warm loving man. I go, but I don’t stay beside him, instead, I take my seat on his lap, which makes him laugh, rough hands on my waist, squeezing the flesh. I shift, uncomfortable, feeling him beneath me. So hard, so ready. It’s been so long I might just assume I'm a virgin all over again, shamefully responsive to anything he might do to me.

Louis leans in, planting a kiss just between the curve of my breasts. The prickle of his bead makes my pulse rise. It’s the intimacy that gets me hooked. He feels like coming home. A warmth that springs from the tip of my toes to my head, flushes my cheeks, and makes my forehead sweaty.

A “missed ya” whispered on my skin makes me shake, he then kisses the soft spot where the shoulder meets the neck, I let out a groan, moving, seeking friction. His smirk is taunting, both hands going up to my cheeks, four eyes meeting in the middle of a tired night.

“What now?” I say, unsure, panting as his thumb toys with my lips, pushing inside for a moment.

“Do you want a shower first?” He asks, staring at me, a boyish smile on his face.

“I should. I’m disgusting.”

“Nonsense,” The tip of his nose is pressed to my cheek, a ghostly kiss left behind on my jaw. “You look amazing anyway. Why d'ya think I’m so worked up?”

“Were you thinking of me? Getting yourself off imagining my hands around you? My spit and my lips, hmm?”

Louis pants when I grind down on him, slick with the throb of him against me. The fabric of my panties still forbids me from knowing his skin on mine, from sinking and swallowing him whole.

“Yeah, I was. Always think abou' ya', love.”

“I think about you too,” The friction makes me lean forward, sighing against his warm neck. “Nights get so lonely… I miss you so much, you know.”

“Darling…”

“Mmhm, I have to touch myself, grab my boobs,” I place his hands on them, and he squeezes, promptly. Fills his hands. It’s swollen, sore even. I’m burning up.

“Do you say my name when you come?” Louis asks, quietly, sucking a patch of skin. I’ve got goosebumps, I’m reeling from the build-up.

“I do. Over and over and over,” The room feels warmer if that's possible. Sweat drips down my back. I’m aware as to why I’m so sensitive, besides the yearning when it’s been months since he last touched me, my period heightens things up.

For a moment there, I almost forgot it.

“Can I just fuck you now, doll?” It’s a hoarse whisper, I clench in frustration. I’m hot, nearly suffocating. “Want t’ feel yeh so bad.”

His accent thickens, I’m lost, too into the moment to think coherently. I go for his lips, kissing him with passion, biting down on his bottom lip, still moving my hips, rolling against his. He pushes back, groaning into my mouth. It’s sinful. Everything about him is.

“Can’t, sweets,” It slips out, breathlessly. “‘M bloody down there.”

He smiles, soothing, hands firm on my hips. My stomach somersaults, it’s amazing how Louis manages to make me feel 17 every time he gives me that gorgeous smile of his. I feel like one of his groupies.

“Never cared ‘bout that before. C’mon, help me out.”

“Lou…” A strangled noise followed. I’m reaching a point where pleasure mixes with pain, I’m too aroused, too sensitive. He touches me there, trained fingers light to not hurt me but enough to stir me on. “You’re trying to bribe me, aren’t you?”

“Am I getting there?” The double entendre makes me chuckle, nodding. “Good. Let me take those off, hmm?”

“Come,” I untangle myself from him, the cold, empty feeling brings a pang to my lower belly. “If we’re doing this, let’s do it in the shower.”

I slide off my panties, tossing them at him. Louis laughs wholeheartedly, balling it in his hand while kicking the sheets away to follow me into our bathroom.

It’s bright, with mirrors everywhere. My hair looks an absolute mess, strands falling down my shoulders, I’ve got flushed cheeks, and glistening skin, perspiration all over. Five minutes with him just does that to you. He looks impressive from behind me, his brown hair was thrown back, wide blue eyes staring right at me from the reflection. I can see the extension of his tattoos, the tanned skin from being under the sun a little too long last weekend.

Louis is a sight for sore eyes.

We exchange a look then smile. The kind of intimacy that only comes when you love someone, beyond passion, beyond attraction.

He undoes the clasp of my bra. I sigh in relief, gasping when his hands cup my boobs, pinching my oversensitive nipples. I can’t help but toss my head back, resting it on his shoulder. He’s good at this, playing with me, edging me out.

“Missed them even more,” Louis expresses, a half-smile on his face. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”

“You know you’re probably the only man on earth that can get away with saying stuff like that, right?” We share a laugh. “Turn the water on, sweets, yeah? I need to take the tampon off.”

While he busies himself with getting things ready, I put my leg up on the toilet and gently pull it out, being careful not to spill any blood on the floor. I’m mentally grateful it’s not an extra heavy day. I wrap it up in toilet paper and toss it in the bin.

“Water is warm, baby,” Steam starts to fog up the room. “Come.”

“I hope I will.” I wink at him. I don’t know why I’m suddenly so cheeky.

“Don’t tease me,” Lust soaks up his voice, eyes stern. He’d punish me for sure. When I wasn’t expecting him to do so. When we weren’t so desperate for each other. Whenever he’s back home, there’s no games, just tension relief.

He goes in, standing beneath the shower rain, his back facing me. I look at his ass, all perky and round. It’s no secret that I got a thing for it, and I might’ve bitten it a few… hundred times. Whenever I get the chance, really. I grab them, squeezing the muscle, a hoarse laugh falling from his lips. Louis thinks it’s silly, doesn’t see how it’s so great.

We kiss, then. In a brief moment, he spins and pulls me in, tongue rolling ‘round with mine. It’s wet, crude even. I make sounds that would mistake me for a pornstar, groaning when his tip brushes where I’m aching with need. He pulls my hair back, exposing my neck to him, sucking and biting. Leaving behind bruises I’ll have trouble covering. The adrenaline high doesn’t let me focus on that, though.

His hand slides between us, lodging between my legs, his palm pressing my pulsating clit. I call out for him, squeezing his shoulders, whimpering. Just this faint touch sends me into overdrive. It’s borderline ridiculous. How good he is. Or how much I want him. How I crave for him like a junkie craves a fix. It’s the trip of a lifetime when he’s inside me.

I go for his dick, so painfully hard it could cut right through me. There’s something about watching his eyes snap close, or how he moans, but I wobble, my breathing going fitful. He says my name, pressing his soft lips to my forehead, still rubbing me out. My hand seems smaller when it’s wrapped around the width of him. Louis feels heavy and scorching hot.

“I want to do something,” I whisper, high on the pleasure he was giving me. “Would you let me?”

“I want to fuck you, darling,” It’s raw, doesn’t sound dirty, more like a pleading question. “Please let me, hmm? I want to fill you up. Watch it drip down out of you. My pretty baby with cum all over her legs.”

A pained whimper comes out.

The tip of his fingers are stained red, they never really slipped inside me, just circling, creating a build-up that leaves me in discomfort. It’s unusual how much time we are taking with this, at this point, we would’ve fucked about three times already. Either way, I like it. The glint in his eyes, eyes that I adore. Diamond beauties staring down at me, so full of desire. It’s powerful. To know you have such an effect on a man like him.

I place him in the tight space between my thighs, both of us groaning with the stronger contact. I’m dripping and it’s not just blood, he’s thrumming, hips sloppily jerking forward. I feel him almost in me, but not quite. I scream, I’m sure our neighbours would make complaints. I don’t find it in me to care. It's way too heavenly.

Tattooed hands land on each of my love handles, our bodies are almost one at this point. That’s when he lifts my leg, we both can’t do any more foreplay, no more waiting. I help him inside, a little bit of blood gushing before he’s deep within. It takes a while for me to get used to him again, two months can be enough for things to shrink back up.

“God, your cunt is so fucking tight,” He mumbles, out-of-worldly. “You’re gonna make me come and I barely even started.”

“And you’re so fucking big, gonna split me open,” I shoot back, gripping tight on his forearm, trying to balance myself as he starts to pound, slowly at first. “Fuck, baby. This is so good.”

“Tell me who can make you feel so good, baby doll,” A particular hard snap of his hips makes me sway on my step, but his iron grip steadies me. “Use your words. I want to know.”

“You!” It’s a desperate squeal, I feel full, he stretches me to a burning point. Pain mixing with pleasure. It doesn’t take a scientist to tell me I’ll have trouble sitting down tomorrow. “You, baby.”

Louis lifts my other leg, both on the crook of his arms, and presses me against the tiled wall of our bathroom. His teeth clamp around my nipple, biting, sucking. I feel dizzy with the torrential rain of emotions. The water keeps falling on us, warm. It splashes when he thrusts.

None of us is lasting longer. I wasn’t particularly known to do so, not when he was the one handling me anyway. Some people are just skilled. Just know how to push somebody else’s buttons. And Louis knew how to push mine. He knew how to push me into the fucking edge. Coax a string of orgasms out of me if he so wanted. With his fingers, with his tongue, with his dick.

I moan, one hand tugging the hair at the nape of his neck and the other going to where our bodies met. It’s a fucking sight. Watching him go in then out of me. I start rubbing myself.

“You have to be quieter,” He says, our foreheads glued together, still slamming into me like I’m his favourite rag doll. “We don’t need people calling the police.”

“It’s your fault,” My reply is followed by a curse word. “Giving it to me so good like that.”

“Mmhm,” Dark blue looks at me, I can feel him getting sloppier. It’s close.

In urgency, he kisses me, I’m too frail, too putty in his hands. A numbness starts on the tip of my toes, it makes my eyes roll back, I can’t even voice anything anymore, entirely surrendered to him. To the vulnerability of this moment. Being his as much as he’s mine.

Time stands still whenever I’m with him. And right now, I can’t even keep track of it, too lost in him. That’s why I don’t know how long it took, it could’ve been seconds or minutes or hours. But I broke. Went up screaming. Barely registering he was telling me to shush, that it was too late in the night to be so loud. If that was what he was saying at all.

I’m shuddering, that I can tell with conviction, convulsing. That doesn’t happen often. I mean, it’s always fucking good, but like this, like I’m on something, that’s exceptional. At one point, he growls, squeezing me tighter. His hips stutter, face squashed against my chest. He spends himself inside me, as it was promised. I’m beyond satisfied, I’m in a state of bliss no one can reach me. Where the world doesn’t exist, only him.

Louis stays in for a while longer, nuzzling between my breasts, I play with his hair, a bubbly smile on my face. No high higher than this. He helps me down, I don’t trust my feet, clinging to him like a child. A chuckle falls from his lips.

“That good, huh?”

I just nod.

“I’ll help you clean up.”

With a sponge and a bit of liquid soap, Louis rubs down my body, taking his time to bubble me up. I’m still sensitive to touch, I have to pull his hand away when he tries to touch me down there, where I’m probably red and still swollen. I can feel the burn. Good burn, though.

When we both finish cleaning ourselves up, we step out of the shower. He still has a protective hand around my waistline. I wince at the thought of moving away, but I have to, I can tell I’m one second shy of making a mess on the floor.

He fetches us towels while I go deal with the bloody problem. Pun intended. I clean the dripping blood mixed with cum on my thighs, and when I look up, deep blue is fixed on me. As if entranced.

“What?”

“You just look hot.”

A little laugh slips.

“Thanks. You don’t look so bad,” I groan, it’s still sore-ish when I slide the tampon in. “You really did a number on me.”

“Eh, who’s counting?”

Louis winks, helping me up, I’m still weak on the legs. There’s no need to get dressed, so we wrap ourselves under the sheets, our sopping hair making stains on the pillows.

It’s so painfully intimate.

“I love you,” I whisper, half-asleep, minutes later.

“I love you more.”

His voice is the last sound I hear before I drift to the first night of sleep where I feel full, happy, and satiated. Slept like a queen, his arms wrapped around my waist, cheek pressed to my back. I was on my little piece of heaven and no one could ever snap me out.

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petersasteria · 3 years

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The Best Day - Haz Osterfield

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Pairing: Single Dad!Haz x Step mom!Reader Requested? Nah. 2,572 words Happy Mother's Day to all x

Italics are flashbacks, bold is Christine singing, and [ ] is a 'video'. Thank you to @capwogers for telling me I should do mom!reader instead of sister!reader.

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When Harrison had his daughter, his first born, he never would’ve thought that his life was going to change. Suddenly his life was colorful and filled with laughter. Sure, it was hectic, but he loved every second of it. As if it wasn’t enough, he was blessed with a son five years later. His life was perfect.

As far as good things go, bad things happen. Harrison’s partner suddenly left. They weren’t married, but it seemed that way. They lived together and they’ve been together for a long time, but after their son’s second birthday, she decided she didn’t want to ‘play house’ anymore. It hurt him, but he knew he had to be strong for his kids.

Three years later, he met you. He was scared that his kids would scare you off, but it was the opposite. He watched as you tried to interact with them and he saw how his kids didn’t warm up to you. He frowned, but he knew that in time, they’ll like you.

Christine, his thirteen-year-old daughter, didn’t seem very fond of you. Meanwhile his eight-year-old son, Ethan, was the opposite. You two would get ice cream together and he’d always kiss your cheek whenever he’d see you. He was also the only person excited when Harrison told them that you’d move in with them.

You could still remember Christine being so mad about it. She was glaring at you and you told her, “I know I’m not your mom and I’m not trying to be her, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. I love your father and I love you guys too. No matter how mad you are at me, I won’t leave.”

And you didn’t. Harrison proposed to you after being together for three years. You both knew that you both were meant for each other and you knew it was going to be hard because you felt like Christine will never get used to you being around, but you were proved wrong when the day of your wedding came.

You got married on Mother’s Day and yours and Harrison’s mom absolutely cried so much because they claimed that it was the best gift they’ve ever received. Everyone at the reception was busy eating when the host, Tom, started talking again.

“Hi, everyone! I’m sorry to interrupt.” Tom chuckled. “But someone wanted to take this time to give their ‘special gift’.” He looked at Christine with a smile and waved her over to where he was standing.

“What’s she doing?” Harrison whispered in your ear and you just shrugged. You both watched as Tom adjusted the mic to Christine’s height and Harrison could see the fear on his daughter’s face, but when he smiled at her, her fears disappeared and she calmed down.

“I, uh, I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to everyone here.” Christine said nervously as she played with her fingers. “Most of all, I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to my dad because ever since mom left, he’s been acting as a mother and a father to me and Ethan. I also want to greet Y/N a Happy Mother’s Day too because she’s pretty cool for taking care of us when daddy’s busy.” She added as she looked at you with an innocent look on her face.

“I, uh, I have something prepared for both of you. It’s my wedding gift. I’ve been taking secret singing and guitar lessons for this.” She mentioned before looking behind her to see Tom lending her his guitar.

Tom stood back with Ethan and Christine started playing a familiar tune, “I dedicate this song to my dad and Y/N.” Then she began to sing.

I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides Look now, the sky is gold I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home

“Nina, be careful!” Harrison shouted as he watched his little one run. Both of them were at a farm and he thought it was a good idea to spend some extra time Christine; just the two of them. Harrison knew that she won’t be five years old forever and he knew that once his son was born, he wouldn’t spend time with Christine as much anymore.

“Daddy, look at the pumpkins!” Christine stopped running and stared at the pumpkins. Harrison smiled to himself and jogged over to where she was.

“Wanna see the farm animals, love?” He asked sweetly. She looked at him with a bright smile and nodded quickly.

After a full day of spending time with farm animals and getting to pick some fresh fruits, Christine grew tired and it was then that Harrison knew it was time to go home. He carried her to his car and buckled her in her car seat.

Her eyes fluttered open slightly and smiled at him. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. We’ll be home soon.” Harrison smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I love you, daddy.” She said before drifting off to sleep. He didn’t want to tell anyone, but he cried on the drive home. Those four words were enough to make him cry and he wanted to cherish them before she grew up.

Christine sang the chorus beautifully and you could see that Harrison was crying. You held his hand and rested your head on his shoulder.

I'm thirteen now And don't know how my friends could be so mean I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away And we talk and window shop 'til I've forgotten all their names

I don't know who I'm going to talk to now at school But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you Don't know how long it's going to take to feel okay But I know I had the best day with you today

You were feeling a bit sick and you decided it was best to stay at home. You still did work in yours and Harrison’s shared bedroom. It was only you in the house and you heard the door open and get slammed shut. Heavy footsteps were running up the stairs and straight into a room. The door was slammed shut too.

You took a deep breath and checked the time on your phone to see who was home at this time. It was Christine. Knowing that she wasn’t particularly fond of you, you braced yourself before going to her room to check up on her.

You knocked and heard a muffled ‘go away’ from her. You shook your head and knocked again and said, “It’s me, Y/N. I just wanted to check up on you. Are you okay? You sounded really mad when you came home.”

In Christine’s mind, she knew she didn’t have a choice. She needed to talk to someone and you happened to be home. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad, right? She wiped her tears and got up to open the door. You frowned at the sight and immediately pulled her in for a hug.

She hugged back and cried. She opened up to you about her mean friends and you just listened. When she was done, you wiped her tears and said, “My friends did the same thing, you know.”

“Really?” She sniffed and you nodded with a small smile on your face. “What happened?” She asked.

“We’re not friends anymore. It hurt a lot, but I got new friends and they’re way better than my old ones. We’re still friends up to this day. You’ll have new friends too, I promise you that. They’ll be better and your friendship will last.” You smiled, causing her to smile too.

“How about we go out? We can get ice cream and eat dinner. I can call your dad and tell him to pick up Ethan.” You suggested. Christine thought about it for a second and she nodded and pushed away her long blonde hair from her face.

“We can get a makeover too, if you want.” You added and she squealed excitedly.

“Daddy never allowed me to have makeovers.” Christine said. “He said I was too young.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’m not your dad.” You winked. “I’ll let you get dressed and we can go, alright?”

“Alright.” She smiled and turned to go further in her room. Before she closed the door, she called your name and you turned around. “Thank you… and call me Nina. Christine is too long.” She said with a sincere look on her face.

“It’s no problem. I’m on your side, Nina. Never forget that.” You smiled.

Later that night when you and Christine got home, the boys were on the couch and gasped when they saw you and Christine sporting your new looks. You dyed your hair while Christine had a new haircut. You even allowed her to pick out clothes that she liked and bought it for her. You never splurged, but you figured it was okay to splurge just for once.

“Why don’t you show Ethan what you got him?” You told Christine and she quickly went to the couch to show Ethan the stuff she picked for him. Harrison got up from the couch and walked over to you, “I thought you never splurged.” He joked.

“I never splurge on anything, but I made an exception. She was upset about something and I wanted to make her feel better.”

“By buying her stuff?”

“No, by making her happy and by distracting her. We window shopped first and she narrowed down what she really wanted. Then, we bought them. The things she bought Ethan came from her own money.”

Harrison nodded with a smile, “Thank you for making her happy.”

“It’s no big deal.” You shrugged. “I went through the same thing and no one was there for me. I want to be there for her.”

I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger

Christine saw the whole scene the night her mother left. She saw how upset and sad Harrison was while he carried her two-year-old brother. He turned around and saw Christine sitting on the steps.

He didn’t know what to say. “Darling, I-” Harrison was lost and he held back his tears.

“Are we going to be okay, daddy?” She asked as she cried.

He nodded and sat next to her with Ethan in his arms. “We’ll be fine. We’re gonna be okay, I promise you that.” Harrison smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulder. That night, Christine and Ethan slept in the same bed as Harrison, so he wasn’t lonely.

Harrison never knew, but Christine would hear him cry himself to sleep at night and she would notice the tear stains on his cheeks whenever he made breakfast. It was then that Christine realized how strong Harrison was and that she wanted to be just as strong as he was.

God smiles on my little brother, inside and out He’s better than I am

Christine took a long time to get used to you, but she noticed how Ethan immediately let you in without hesitation. He always tagged along with you wherever you went and it made Harrison a bit jealous that Ethan preferred you over him, but it made Harrison happy.

Ethan even helped you in the garden, something he never did. But Ethan’s favorite moment with you is when he would sit on the kitchen countertop and help you bake cookies for every occasion.

I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run And I had the best days with you

Christine stopped playing and looked on the projector to play an old video of hers. Harrison was filming and he laughed when he saw the video.

“I remember that video.” He laughed as he reminisced.

[“What’re you painting, Nina?” Harrison asked as he filmed Christine painting. He smiled when she looked at him with a toothy grin, “Flowers!”

“Those are pretty flowers, baby.” Harrison complimented. “You’re beautiful like a flower as well.”

“Thank you, daddy. You’re beau’ful too.” Christine smiled at him, causing Harrison to laugh. It was silent between them, but she broke it. “Can I be a flower for Halloween?”

Harrison chuckled and said, “I’ll see what I can do. I might need your mum for some help. She knows more about flowers than I do.”

“Otay!” Christine giggled and continued painting.]

There is a video I found from back when I was three You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you’re talking to me It’s the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarves

After the video, it showed a slideshow of pictures. The first picture was her on Halloween dressed as a flower. Every other kid was a monster or a superhero, but she was different. Needless to say, she went home with more candy than any other kid.

The next picture was of her and a one-year-old Ethan and that made Ethan scrunch his nose and cover his eyes. Everyone was overjoyed to see old pictures of Christine and Harrison with Ethan’s pictures in it sometimes. Then their first family picture without her mom showed up and that made you smile at Harrison.

“You raised them well without her, you know.” You said and he nodded.

“Thank you.” He grinned.

Christine continued singing and decided to switch up the lyrics last minute, “Daddy’s smart and Y/N’s the prettiest lady in the whole wide world.”

Harrison looked at you and chuckled when he saw you crying, “Now you’re the one crying.”

“Yeah, sue me.” You sniffed and wiped your tears away.

Christine walked to where you two were and Tom quickly held the mic for her.

Now I know why all the trees change in the fall I know you were on my side even when I was wrong And I love you for giving me your eyes

Christine cried as her mother yelled at her. Harrison got mad and said, “Don’t yell at her! She’s just a kid, okay?! It’s not her fault!”

Her mom huffed and left the scene to get some air. Harrison turned to Christine and said, “What did you do?”

“I was mad at her so I got her mug and broke it.” Christine frowned and Harrison shook his head before pulling her in for a hug.

“Don’t do that again, yeah? Someone might get hurt.” He said softly before pulling away and wiping her tears away. He stared in her eyes that resembled his and smiled a bit, “Wanna watch cartoons?”

“Yeah.” Christine grinned.

“For staying back and watching me shine and I didn’t know if you knew, so I’m taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today.” Christine ended the song with a smile. “I hope you liked it.”

Everyone clapped and Harrison got up from his seat to give her a hug, “That was amazing, darling! I loved it.”

You hugged her too and said, “It’s the best gift I’ve ever had. Thank you, sweetheart.”

She smiled at you and said, “You’re welcome, mum.”

It was the best Mother’s Day ever.

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ha-hatdog · 4 years

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haru kato hcs

- what is it like to be dating haru kato?

omg excited about this cuz i want me some haru content. pretty boi needs tons of love and affection. we need more haru kato content. i demand it!

requested by @beef-tomatoes : can you do haru kato dating headcanons. here you have the frog man🐸 < |> /\ the frog man says: have a nice day��😌✌

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first things first - congrats on getting this man to be your boyfriend because boy oh boy you gonna get the best domestic life ever

haru kato is a simple man with a simple life who knows his responsibilities so expect perfect husbando and waifu qualities

cooking for you is his favorite thing to do. he loves being able to alleviate your stress, especially after a particularly troubling day at work/university

he loves it when you cook for him too. it makes him feel special and his heart just soars. this man will not leave the kitchen just so he can watch you working your magic with ingredients and spice while wearing that dumb dreamy face. he holds himself back from sliding behind you and embracing you because you look so good with an apron for the reason he doesn't want to distract you but most of the time he just does it because you're too cute

if you know how to cook, he'll give you tips here and there but will leave you to your cooking majority of the time

if you can't cook, expect a full blown cooking lesson from him because he said he won't be able to cook for you all the time and he'll be damned if you always order take out or buy those just microwave packages in convenient stores

if your cooking turned out good, haru will eat seconds and thirds, complimenting you every now and then after gulping down what he was chewing. will definitely ask you to cook more for him and if you can't, he'll brush it off saying maybe next time but internally he was pouty because he wants more. probably thinking of marrying you already

if your cooking turned out bad, he will tell you it could use a little more work, offer himself to help you, but he'll still eat it because you made it for him aww. still probably thinking of marrying you

dates with haru is sort of rare. crime doesn't sleep and nor does he so most of your dates are at his place - just watching a movie and eating whatever he cooked

he always has to have a hand on you or an arm over your shoulder. gotta make sure you're really there

but if he does have time, he will take you out on a simple date that benefits both of your interests. haru won't say but he'll always lean more in your interests in dates because he feels so bad for depriving you of his quality time. this is how he silently atones, plys he buys you small and thoughtful gifts

remember when i said crime doesn't sleep nor does he? well, haru gets tired often. it was natural because of his field of work. haru will hesitate to go to your place because he needs some loving and some caring but doesn't want to be a bother so he calls you to ask permission before going

will want to sleep with you once he gets there but you force him to eat because he needs to he healthy to continue being a detective. he will grumble while you make him food but his heart is soft that you think about his well being

"my girlfriend is best girl" he whispers in a slur, trying to keep himself from falling asleep in the dining room while eating

will drag you to your bed after eating and will pull you down with him on the bed. haru will have his arms draped around you and snuggle in your chest. he will let out a content sigh if you snuggle back and run your fingers through his hair

haru just want cuddles with his girlfriend after a hard day at work. spoil him please

haru will be happy if he wakes up and you're still in his arms but will scoff if you are not. haru will stand up no matter how tired he still is and drag you back to bed to continue your cuddle

tell me haru won't try pranking you and feeling bad after it

head pats while saying "sorry babe, i didn't mean to, i'm sorry, yes yes, i'll be a better boyfriend from now on. come here and give me a hug"

whenever you two bathe together, he loves it when you clean his back because he can feel the stress go bye bye with your soft fingers

he washes your hair and he sometimes tries to make stupid hairstyles with your lathered tresses and you'll always rate them

most of the times you take baths together, it is nonsexual. he just appreciates you being there

but haru will slip in a few rounds whenever you two feel like getting it on

soft dom but probs hiding a few kinks

forehead kisses is his favorite because he gets to see your happy face looking up at him whenever he pulls away

haru is definitely a tease whenever you try to kiss him - lips, cheeks, forehead, neck - you can't reach any of them even if you go on your tip toes because he's tall. he won't bend down so you can kiss him because you look so adorable trying so hard to give him love and affection

he'll probably be the one to kiss you after a few minutes of teasing. he can't help it. you look so cute

gah his heart is full

when haru gets jealous, he is irritated. he will come up to you, an annoyed glare on his face, and taking your hand.

haru goer grrr my baby but i won't hurt you or anything because my baby finds it bad but i'm warning you -

when you're the one who's jealous, he finds it amusing

he smothers his grin when you get adorably protective of him

he teases you about it but hugs you after to affirm that this man ain't going anywhere

laundry days are messy, messier than when the two of you have food fights

you two keep throwing drenched clothes or bubbles or water at one another

haru is merciless with laundry throwing fights

expect a shirt thrown swiftly at your face with a resounding SMACK

this boy ain't losin to laundry throwing fights

you always stop by the precint whenever you can just to visit haru

he used to hate it because his coworkers always flock around you whenever you come by but soon grew to love it because you seem to enjoy being around them and you gain nee friends

he'll talk you through his work process and he's very proud whenever you go all ooh ahh so cool because he has an ego and loves that you are interested in his work as much as he does to yours

he tries to be professional whenever at work but he'll sneak in a few kisses if he think nobody is looking. but not you tho, you kiss him whenever you want and wherever you want

someone is always looking so he gets teased quite a lot by his coworkers and he gets all blushy and tsundere aww

hugs with haru are always tight knit. the reason? because he loves holding you, that's literally it

did i mention piggy back rides? no? well, haru doesn't do them unless necessary like you're super tired or got a sprain but jump on his back and kiss him on top of his head and nyoom you are now on a piggy back ride

haru is a huge fan of discounts and coupons so you always have to help him find the best item there is that is discounted or you have coupons for

you gave him a small notebook to keep all his coupons and his face just goes (⊙o⊙)

hand holding in the market while shopping. he won't let you go until you're at the cashier because last time he let you get some items alone, he ended up going to the intercom to call for you

"y/n where are you? i just told you to get a soap and find me at the dairy section."

but he don't mind tho because it's a good excuse to keep you close to him

arguing over which product - any product at all - is better to buy. sorry to say this but haru wins all the time. you swear, this man has a sixth sense for which items to buy

arguments with haru is . . . well maybe that's for another time

but silly arguments with haru is common. fights over who gets to clean the dishes, who makes the bed, which movie or series is better, which cop movie superior, which food to eat, who is the big spoon - but they're all fun snd games

haru will make sure to win as the big spoon tho because again, he has a hidden ego and his heart swells when he sees how tiny you are compared to him

getting drunk with haru is always a rollercoaster. he's a rambling drunk? well, you're the agree with everything drunk

"the floor is too cold. why is it always cold? i just want warmth and peace" cue haru sliding on the floor with a red face because of the alcohol. he's very at ease with you so being stupid and childish is norm for him

"yes, yes, i agree, the floor is always cold. bad floor, you're making haru sad" then you slide with him on the floor

haru turns to you "you don't make me sad"

you turn to him "yes, i make you happy"

you two are just a pair of drunk lovebirds

patch him up when he gets hurt in his work

he won't feel much pain if it's you who's patching him up

he doesn't why but that's that

kiss his boo boos he likes them he's an actual bab for you

haru will always bring you to work/university. it doesn't matter if he is late as long as gets you there

actually it matters that he is late. he just never tells you so you won't tell him to stop. that's why once you're out of sight, after you exchange goodbyes snd kisses, you bet your ass he's speeding through the streets to get to the precint in time (got tickets from speeding but he hides them from you but you'll find out eventually lmao)

since he is a cop/detective, of course he had a gun. he won't bring it to your place but whenever you're at his place or at the precint, he'll allow you to hold it, with him supervising of course, and he'll probably teach you how to fire a gun in a range

will catch you whenever you suffer the recoil of pulling the trigger

will pull a cheesy line like "falling for me now, huh?"

when daisuke joins the precint, haru is less than thrilled

since you always visit him and he became partners with daisuke, that meant you have meet to this rich bastard

and he doesn't like it because

1) he's rich af

2) he's somewhat arrogant

3) he doesn't want to admit it but daisuke is handsome

he is 101% fuming when he sees you talking to daisuke than him. his mind reverts back to all those times you always talk to him in the precint when in reality you were just talking to daisuke for 3 minutes

haru is overdramatic and

insecure

he's scared that you'll leave him for daisuke

daisuke has everything. money, looks, fame - he can't even buy you something extravagant. he's still saving up for your birthday, doing overtime and stuff while still buying you small gifts when daisuke can just give you the whole world with a snap of his finger

it'll eat him up alive

he just wants to spend the rest of his life with you but maybe you'll be happier with daisuke?

when you learned this, you just burst out of tears because

this baby is sad and scared of losing you

so you did something to make him assured you only want him and planning to be with him always

haru has always insisted that you move in with him after a year of being together

and then you show up at his place with your stuff and saying "I'll grab more of my stuff tomorrow so help me move in"

haru has never been so happy and excited that he cooked a whole feast for the two of you

you two gets stomachaches the day after

so you stay in his bed the whole day being lazy and snuggling

haru turned off his phone when daisuke was calling him because duh he's spending precious time with his lovely girlfriend

in conclusion, haru kato is whipped for you

oh, by the way, you and daisuke partnered up to mess with haru and now haru has one less braincell because it decided to be best friends with the braincell that always has money in its disposal

"she better be happy i love her"

haru loves you vewy mooch

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bts-hyperfixation · 4 years

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De-Stress

I think I only ended up using the ‘Have you eaten’ prompt. Hope you like it!

Established relationship smut.

“Hello Jagiya, how was your day?!” Tae yells as he comes into your home. You wipe away the tears that had been falling freely in hopes to hide your stress from your boyfriend. It had been one thing after all week, finally ending with you breaking down in front of your laptop as one more assignment reminder hit your inbox. Working from home was never something you wanted to do, and now you were struggling to find a balance between work life and home life. The lines just continue to blend together.

“Hey baby, I didn’t think you were coming by today.” You hope your voice isn’t too shaky as you respond.

“We finished early, and I missed you. Have you eaten?” he asks as he comes into your office. It only takes a moment for him to catch on to your mood. He notices the puffy cheeks and red nose, and sits on the chair next to yours pulling you in to his arms. The motion makes you start crying again. He runs his fingers through your hair until your calm enough to talk to him. He listens intently as you tell him what you’ve been doing all week. It feels silly when you list everything out in the open. All little things that have piled up making a mountain out of a molehill. Complaining to an idol with the pressure of the world on his shoulder isn’t helping with the twisting sense of guilt you’re feeling for breaking like this in front of him.

It's not that you hide your feelings from Tae, but you do tend to water down the bad ones. He doesn’t need to be worrying about you when he is worrying about everyone else already, you like to think of yourself as a safe space for his emotions instead. But today you just couldn’t keep it in. You uncurl yourself slightly at meet his gaze. Instead of the tired/bored eyes you expected, you found nothing but love and concern in his expression.

“I’m sorry Tae, I didn’t mean to unload all of that on you.” He uses the cuff of his sweater to remove the rest of the tears from your face and kisses your forehead.

“Don’t apologise for being stressed Y/N you shoved have told me sooner, everything is easier with help you know.” He hugs you tighter for a moment before releasing you completely. Your stomach rumbles as you slide back into your own chair. “It’s time for food.” You reluctantly let him pull you up and out of the office. Instead of heading into the kitchen like you expect he leads you towards the back door where you find a picnic basket waiting for the two of you. He grins that beautifully boxy smile when he sees the confused look on your face.

“I planned us a picnic to surprise you, thought we could eat out under the sunset tonight.” You can’t help but smile back at him. The idea of relaxing in the waning sun sounded heavenly. You slide on some flip flops and follow Tae into the garden where he has already set up a blanket for you to sit on. There is an ice box of wine and candles waiting for you too.

“When did you have time to set this up? I’ve been home all day…” it’s honestly a little concerning you didn’t hear him pottering around in outside your house.

“I told you I finished early, and I tried really really hard to be quiet so you would be surprised… You are surprised right?” he gives you wide puppy dog eyes and you reward him with a chaste kiss.

“Very.” You slowly drop his hand and make yourself comfortable on one side of the blanket. You lay back and allow the lingering warmth to run through you, dismissing all the stress that built up in your bones. Taehyung lights the candles and pours you a glass of rosé before diving into the basket to pull out all your favourite treats. Its not so much dinner as it is dessert, but you certainly aren’t one to complain. He lifts a chocolate covered strawberry to your lips. As you go to bite it, he pulls it away and eats it himself making you pout.

“That wasn’t nice tae.” You add fake sniffles to your act and flutter eyelashes. “I’m already sad do you really want to make me sadder?” You just get a mini brownie thrown at your forehead in response. You look at him with mock betrayal, launching the same brownie is his direction, except he expects it, catching it in his mouth instead. This of course turns into a competition. Bite sized pieces of food being thrown at each other from increasingly difficult angles. Donuts and cake bites are scattered across the poor picnic blanket by the time you give up, some icing stains that will likely never come out no matter how many times it’s washed.

The sun is long gone now, the candles were extinguished by the breeze a while ago. The air gets cold as the wind starts to pick up. Goosebumps appear all along your skin, it hadn’t occurred to you to grab a hoody on your way into the garden. As soon as he notices the hair standing on your arms, tae drags you across the dessert graveyard and into his lap wrapping you tightly in his warm embrace.

“I love you so much.” He whispers against your skin, kissing along the tops of your shoulders. You ease back into him, all of your early troubles forgotten as you sit with him. Nothing else seems important when you have him.

“I love you too Taehyung.” You tilt your face to kiss him properly. It starts as a peck, then two, then three, then he is lying back as you hold yourself over him, kissing him like you haven’t seen him in years. All thoughts of being cold forgotten as trail kisses along his jawline and his hands grab at your bum. He pushes you on to your back, taking the upper hand from you. Feverishly pressing kisses to your skin, worshipping every part of you he can reach like this. “Take me inside?” Taehyung is not a man that needs to be told twice, lifting you into his arms, picnic supplies abandoned in favour of your bedroom.

He places you gently on the end of your bed, allowing you to scoot yourself up to a more comfortable position. As soon as your head hits the pillow, he is back on top of you, fingers fiddling with the button on your jeans as his lips traced along your bare collarbone. His free hand pushes up at the hem of your shirt to expose your stomach. His mouth moves to kiss down to your belly button. You giggle as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. You lift your hips to help him wiggle your pants down. He makes quick work of the garment, your underwear following swiftly behind. He slowly kisses back up you legs teasing you with nips and licks every time he switches. You can feel the arousal pooling between your thighs.

Taehyung uses his pointer finger to run along your folds. The anticipation nearly kills you. Two fingers dip inside, forcing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion. He uses this as an excuse to press his lips back to yours, swallowing each sound you make as his fingers curl within you. Your back arches as he hits the most sensitive parts. A third finger finds its way inside, stretching you out, making sure you are ready for him. After almost a whole with Tae it still took a little while to get you ready to accommodate his size.

You whine when he pulls away from you, missing the warmth of his body covering yours. He kneels above you, tugging slowly at the top of his shirt, pulling it off so slowly it hurts. You reach out and trace the line up the middle of his abs. He creases as you tickle him, bringing and end to his attempt at a sexy strip tease. Instead the shirt is immediately thrown across the room and his hands are on you again. Taehyung keeps your hips pinned down, resting his weight on you as he rubs his clothed crotch gently across your clit.

“Please Tae, you’re such a tease.” You pout. All this does is make him grind a little harder, the soft material of his sweats starting to form a dark patch where his precum and your arousal were mixing.

“Please what angel? Tell me what you need, tell me everything.” A teasing lilt to his voice as he grinds down one last time before pulling himself back, fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweats.

“Make love to me Tae, love me so good I can’t think of anything or anyone besides you.” Any sign of joking leaves his expression. His sweats are kicked off quickly and he pulls you up to him. Both on your knees, as close as you can possibly be. Your shirt was tossed on to the pile with his. One of his hands cradles the back of your neck as the other squeezes you against him. Your hands take purchase on his bum, never one to miss out on the opportunity. It’s hard to breath and harder to separate, until you feel his cock throbbing against your stomach. You lie down, bringing him with you and straightening your legs in the process.

He takes the invitation gladly, lining himself up and pushing carefully. You allow yourself to adjust, more soft kisses are pressed along your throat as he waits for you to start moving against him. You tentatively wiggle your hips. Every time with him feels amazing. It really is true when they say real love makes all the difference. He knows exactly when he can start thrusting himself, meeting the movement of your hips with deep and slow thrusts of his own.

As he speeds up, he presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing erratic figure eights against the sensitive nerves. You can feel the pressure building in the bottom of you stomach as you wriggle more prompting Tae to hit the right spots inside of you. He takes every hint, driving faster and deeper each time. His face scrunched in concentration as he focused on your pleasure before his own. You caress his face and bring his eyes to meet yours, needing the eye contact to tip you over the edge. Almost as soon as his gorgeous eyes meet yours, you cum. You squeeze tightly around Taehyung, legs clinging around his waist as you ride out your high. It doesn’t take him long to follow behind you, releasing the most heavenly moan as he does. He thrust into you a few more times as he softens. You unwrap yourself from him, only to have him collapse beside you and fold you back into his embrace.

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julyarchives · 4 years

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So Bad

You couldn’t find a better way to put your feelings into words, so you let a song speak for you when you couldn’t hold back your feeling for Changgu.

→ Pairing: Yeo One x Female Reader

→ Genre: Fluff; Song Fic

→ Words: 1.9K

→ Contains: song inspired plot and mention of that song; StayC - So bad

→ A/n: Thank you so much for the sweet 🌻 anon who requested this story and introduced to us this really cool song. Writing this was really fun and we hope you enjoy reading it!

There is sort of a sequel for this story, that you can check it here

When you auditioned to be a trainee, the last thing you expected was to fall in love. Especially with your senior. But you also didn't expect to be friends with the sweetest man you've ever met. You first knew Changgu as Yeo One, and he was a just a professional you looked up to, but then he turned out to be a really thoughtful person and always helped you with your choreographies, vocals and stage presence training. In the end, you became good friends, but to you there was something more since the beginning.

He ended up being your best friend and spending all free time together having platonic lunch dates in between schedules and just hanging out all the time. But everything he does built up in you a feeling that was harder and harder to keep it to yourself, and you were beginning to take notice that he might just feel the same.

That's when you started to get bold. Here and there you would risk to hold his hand, to which he would blush like mad and stutter around "what are you doing" and avoid to look you in the eyes for the next 20 minutes. You would cook him lunch and drop by his dorm sometimes, and one day when you felt particularly confident, you risked a kiss on the cheek when saying goodbye after a shopping date - his reaction was priceless and cute.

But it was hard to get something from him, he was either too shy or too scared to face that he might like you the same way you like him, but you were tired of this, so you decided to put an end to all the chase games and just confess to him. Though it wasn't something easy to do, to simply put your feelings into words, you didn't even know where to begin. Finally, you had the best idea.

You dressed up in your cutest outfit and carefully styled yourself, wishing everything to go flawless. You texted Changgu to meet you at the practice room, and he showed up just on time as you were finishing to get everything set up.

"So" you began, butterflies dancing around in your stomach "I’ve been trying to say something lately, but I didn’t exactly know how to do it, so I hope this says it all.”

Changgu nodded, taking a seat on the corner of the room, watching you attentively.

The music began and you threw yourself in it with all of your passion.

You stole my heart

I need your love

I need the patch of love

Call me next to you

And I’ll never go away

If I show you everything in my heart

Then it’s no good

I don’t care if you call me childish

I like it like that

You sang and didn’t break eye contact, Changgu smiled shyly at your confidence.

Baby, no matter how much you push me away

Things won’t change

It’s clear that I like you

I can’t help it

For real, I want you so bad

I need you, yeah

My my my my head,

my head

Is filled with you baby

From the start, I want you so bad

I can’t ever stop

My my my my heart,

my heart aches

Because of you

You approached him and pulled him by the hand so he was standing in the middle of the room, and you danced the choreography around him. His gaze was trained on you, and you felt proud and confident, finally getting the message to him.

The music came to end and you stopped directly in front of him, you two staring at each other in silence until you spoke up.

“Was I clear enough this time?” you grinned victoriously as he looked at you in awe

“Do you really mean that?” He said, the shy smile you loved bright is his lips.

“Of course, I thought I was obvious all this time” you laughed together

“But y/n” he held your hand, and your heart skipped a beat at the gesture “are you sure you want this? It could be dangerous, if anyone finds out about it it could delay your debut or…”

You cut him.

Your lips gently touching his’ caught him by surprise, yet he didn’t pull away. It was just a shy peck, just testing waters and seeing if he was really in for it.

“I don’t care, Changgu, I just wanna be with you” you said once you broke apart. His usual blush was more prominent and you took a step back, just in case he needed space.

“Y/N, I feel kind of bad for making you so much that you had to confess… I’ve liked you since you first showed up…”, he held your hand once again and it was then you noticed you were slightly shaking. “I was scared to make a mistake, to put our careers at risk. Not to mention I wasn’t sure if you felt the same”, you opened your mouth to say otherwise but he smiled and raised a finger, mentioning for you to wait, “now I know I was just insecure but it’s hard, especially in our reality, you know?”.

You nodded at his words, your heart feeling like it would beat out of your chest and you could only feel more love for him as he spoke. He was looking at you with care and it was so soft you almost melted away. The hand that held yours was moving so it could caress your arm, then up to your shoulder and then your cheek, his smile never faltering.

“Truth is, I always felt like you were special. You had a sparkle and such energy in you, you were always so sweet and kind, there was no way I could help falling for you”, his shy smile now was filled with confidence and a determination you only saw when he was practicing.

It was Changgu’s turn to kiss you, a sweet peck on the lips. It was longer than the first one and you decided to hold his arm to continue on. It was what he needed to hold your waist and your neck and pull you closer for a much deeper kiss. Your mouths moved loudly enough to make you blush but you didn’t care. It was heaven and you couldn’t get enough of him, his perfume stronger from being so close to him. You let out a small whine when he parted the kiss, earning a giggle from him.

“See? You’re so cute, Y/N. How could I not want you for myself?”. You smiled. He took your breath away in every sense possible and you loved it.

“You never thought I could be so bold, right Changgu?”, you poked his chest, laughing along with him.

“I didn’t. I actually thought I’d lose my restraint and confess some day randomly when we were having lunch or something. But you beat me to it and even prepared something, I need to up my game, Y/N!”, you two laughed and you turned, embarrassed, with the excuse of having to clear the practice room before someone could walk in.

Changgu wordlessly helped you, both of you nervous but also happy, moving in sync with each other around the room. When everything was back in their place, you both stared at each other for a few seconds before Changgu picked your purse for you and held out his hand. You took it without a second thought and walked out of the building. Thankfully it wasn’t filled with people so you two went unnoticed. Your feet stopped at the bus station and you stared at him with questioning eyes.

“Where are we going?”, your hand never left his and you could feel his confidence as he stood straight, proudly holding you. That got the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy and you couldn’t help to smile at him.

“I’m taking you to dinner. In fact, wait here”. Changgu kissed your forehead and walked away to dial on his phone. You shrugged and hoped he wouldn’t blow his money on a fancy restaurant that you needed to make a reservation to go to. He came back a few moments later with a sleazy smile and held your hand again.

“So, what was that about?”, you were even more confused at his actions when he smiled brightly and shook his head “no”, as if he wouldn’t tell you.

“I’ll tell you later, the bus arrived”!, he guided you into the bus and you questioned yourself how lucky he could be to be saved by the timing of the bus.

The ride was a few long minutes, with you two sharing earphones and listening to the most romantic playlist you had saved on your phone. The hands clasped together were hot and you were slightly scared of them getting sweaty, but when you moved to pull it back, Changgu held it tighter with a nudge shoulder to shoulder. When the bus finally came to a stop where Changgu got up and you followed, you had to walk a few more blocks before you saw a sweet looking old lady waving at him with some of his friends next to her. You took a look at him and he only waved back, holding you close.

“Hello, my boy! The girl is beautiful! Even more than what I imagined. The boys and I got it all ready, you know where everything is, make yourself at home! We’ll be back in three hours!”, the lady spoke quickly with the most pleasant expression you ever saw. She nodded at you and at him, mentioning for his friends to come along with her and they only followed, nodding to the both of you on their way out.

“Let’s get inside”, he said happily.

You followed with answering as he was already moving, it was clear he was in a rush, nervous even. When you managed to get inside the place, you noticed it was a small family business restaurant, the aesthetic was very cozy and the decorations made you feel at home. The smell of food made your mouth water so fast that you had to stop yourself from following the scent. You saw one table prepared in the middle of the room, all the others were stored like the place was closed. The table was set with white and red cloth and fine yet homely porcelain plates with some cute glasses. There were flowers around, not much but enough to make the place look like a dream. You felt your eyes watering and your hands started to shake again.

“Changgu, what-”, you turned to ask him but he was standing tall next to you, holding a small bouquet of colorful flowers.

“I told you I needed to up my game”, he laughed softly, “I told you everything before, Y/N, but I want to tell you again that I won’t be scared anymore. I can face anything, even the consequences, if I have you. The song you sang was always in my mind when I looked at you so you couldn’t pick up a better song”, he held your hand, tears now falling freely from your eyes.

“From the start, I want you so bad…”, he sang low. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”.

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fuckingthefictional · 4 years

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Runaway Lovers

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Warnings: Swearing, suggestions regarding to sex, crap writing?

Requested: yes, part two requested by @hamdehlesmis

A/N: for the part where Finn writes a letter, I’ve made it so the writing is more phonics based. Because I find it unrealistic to have a character who is illiterate to suddenly start reading and writing with the knowledge of perfect grammar and spelling.

Alfie Solomons was a name that struck cold fear into some on the toughest of men.

His cool and calculating gaze was enough to send uneasy chills up anyone’s spine.

He was a man who had red on his ledger and the mighty hand of God on his side.

To most he was a cold and calculating gang leader- with the proclivity of making violent, rash decisions that mainly benefited himself and anyone lucky enough to be considered a friend.

And most were not lucky enough to have that benefit.

Y/N Y/L/N was lucky to be considered a friend- more accurately she was a close relative of the Jewish gang leader.

Alfie’s Mother, was the sister of Y/N’s mother. The two women were close, but drifted apart after they were married to their respective husbands. Only to reunite during the Great War.

That was the first time Y/N had been in proper contact with her mothers side of the family- and thank God she continued to stay in contact with them.

Otherwise her and Finn would’ve been rendered homeless and well and truly fucked.

Y/N forced herself to drag her thoughts away from what would have been, and instead focused on the passing green pasteurs that sped past the train cars window.

The lack of pollution was obvious and made a huge difference. She was able to see the colours of the night sky, along with the scattered stars- such things that felt as if they didn’t exist in Small Heath.

Y/N felt a soft kiss on a stray patch of bare skin below her ear and at the top of her jawline. Finn.

“Stop stressing love, we’ll be okay.”

It was like he had read her mind, “‘m not stressing.” She mumbled into her palm.

“If you aren’t stressing then how come your leg is bouncing?” Finn chuckled as he pressed another kiss to her temple.

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he would pick up on the finer details, it was just another reason why she loved him.

It wasn’t long before the train pulled into Camden Town Station. The whole station seemed to be rather empty- apart from one man who seemed to be waiting for the trains arrival.

He was an older gentleman, who had a scraggly beard and clutched a cane. His face was partially covered from the hat that topped his head. But on his chest, he proudly bore a necklace that held the Star of David.

It was Alfie.

He had changed a lot, the pictures that Y/N had been shown of him depicted him to be younger, lacking a beard. But the face was the same.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The older man addressed her, a slight smirk on his face, “My god ‘ow you’ve grown- I remember when you were a bloody babe.”

She turned to Finn, a soft smile gracing her features, “Love this is Alfie, my cousin.”

Both men shook hands, each of them sizing the other up.

“Thank you for letting us stay with you.” Finn nodded at the older man, “we really appreciate it.”

“‘S nothin’ alright?” Alfie boomed loudly, “any person whose a friend of our Y/N/N is a friend of mine- now let’s get your stuff back to my ‘Ouse ‘ey?”

The two teenagers followed the older man, out of the station, their hands interlocked- ready for this next chapter of their lives.

It was difficult not knowing what their future held. And what they would face in this grey part of their lives, but Finn and Y/N knew they were lucky.

Lucky to have a place to stay, lucky to be in London. And most of all: lucky to be with each other.

Two months later Y/N and Finn were still as strong as ever, and the pair of them had both gotten jobs in Camden Town.

Finn working down at the docks, where he loaded Alfie’s spirits into the boats that would travel across the Atlantic.

Finn had been clear with his girlfriend’s cousin that he wanted no part in the extremely illegal parts of the business. In other words he didn’t want to be a front runner, Finn was quite happy working behind the scenes or on the sidelines. Doing the smaller less risky jobs that helped boost business.

Thankfully Alfie has agreed with him, saying, “If I got you in trouble yeah, or you got fuckin’ hurt- then my cousin would have my balls hanging up above the fuckin’ fireplace.”

Y/N however had a different job role. As she helped run the books, Y/N had her mothers brains, math was her forte and not to mention her and Alfie were close, and her older cousin kept her well protected and safe.

Their jobs weren't particularly high paid and they’d told Alfie that they didn’t want special treatment when it came to their pay- either way they made enough to pay their part on rent at Alfie’s house (which usually meant paying for the food and occasionally the hot water bill).

But neither Finn or Y/N were disappointed, they were employed and bringing in an income. That was more than they’d done in small Heath.

“Y’know, I finally feel like I’m apart of something,” Finn mumbled as he kissed down Y/N’s bare back, “I finally feel wanted by others, that aren’t You, Ada or Pol.”

“Finn,” The girl sighed as she turned over to face him, “You have no idea how much purpose you bring to other people.” Y/N stroked his hair softly, feeling the bouncy curls slip between her finger tips, “Finn because of you, Alfie is finally reconnecting with his blood relatives- he said that if this hadn’t happened, then he was willing to give up on family. And by coming away from the life you had in Small Heath you’re making Ada feel better about her role as a big sister.”

Finn was in a semi state of shock, he had no idea he had made that much of an impact, “And you?” He asked.

“God Finn,” Y/N pressed her forehead to his, “ever since you pulled me back from that drunk driver, I knew that my life was going to be flipped upside down- that I was going to fall in love.” She licked her lips, “I can’t imagine my life without you- you’re my constant, my everything, the love of my life.”

The auburn haired boy pulled his girl close to his chest, peppering sweet kisses to her hairline, “I love you pretty girl.”

“And I you, Freckles.”

“D’you think we should come clean to Alfie- about my family I mean.” Finn chewed on his lips nervously.

Y/N sighed, “I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow, but for now my love we should get some sleep.”

Knock, knock, knock

It was one of those rare days that Alfie was working from home, Y/N had overheard his doctor telling Alfie that he needed to take it easy and rest more.

So of course Y/N forced him to stay at home. It was odd really, the pair had only reconnected a few months ago. But already it felt as if Alfie was coming into the older brother role in Y/N’s life, whereas she was the persuasive younger sister that Alfie never had growing up.

Their dynamic was one that many had never seen, there was constant teasing and banter between the two. And Y/N had been the only one to make demands from the big scary gang leader and live to tell the tale.

“Come in.” Alfie’s muffled voice came from behind the other side of the door.

As Y/N entered the office while balancing a tea tray on her arm, when she looked up she noticed her cousin sat at his desk with his specs on, Cyril layed down at his feet.

“Morning, Alf.” Y/N smiled warmly, “I’ve brought you some tea and biscuits.” She sat down opposite him, as he started across the desk accusingly.

“What do yer want aye?” Alfie squinted his eyes, “you only ever bring me stuff when yer tryna butter me up.”

“Well Is it working?” Y/N looked at her cousin as he poured himself a cup and necked down a biscuit.

“Depends that dunnit.” Alfie responded, raising his brow.

“Well I have some news,” Y/N started fidgeting with her hands, “Some news you might not take too well.”

“Fuckin’ hell- you’re not up the bloody duff are yer?”

The teenager promptly felt herself choke on her own spit, “What?” She shouted, her eyes as round as saucers, “No!” Y/N attempted to recompose herself, “Look What I was trying to get at is that Finn belongs to a family that weren’t good to him, he ran away from his old life after his brother tried to force us apart. And we talked last night about finally coming clean to you Alf, because we appreciate all you’ve done for us and we don’t feel like we’re being truthful and-“

“Y/N!” Alfie cut off her ranted speech, “I know that Finn is a Shelby.” He stated simply, “Do you really think I don’t do background checks on my workers Y/N/N?”

“And you’re okay with him?” Y/N was still in a state of shock,

“Well,” Alfie leant forwards, “ma always taught us to not judge a book by the pissin’ cover aye? Sometimes that shit also includes certain family names.” He paused, pondering what to say next, “Look I kept an eye out for the lad in the first few weeks yous stayed ‘ere, in case there was some spyin’ goin’ on. But there wasn’t, it was just a lovestruck boy who’s willin’ to do anythin’ to make ‘is girl happy. So as far as I’m concerned Y/N/N, he’s a new branch in the Solomons family.”

Y/N could feel happy tears brimming in her eyes, she finally saw what Finn meant. She felt like she mattered, like she had purpose for the first time in a very long time.

Two months. It had been two months since Finn had just up and left. Tommy didn't think that his youngest sibling what actually hold to his word- he didn't think that Finn of all people would actually quit the family buisness and leave small heath.

And with all of that considered, Tommy didn't know where the fuck Finn had gone. And that was a first in Tommy’s experience- he didn't know something.

It was incredibly frustrating and not to mention Polly was in bits since Finn had just gone missing in action. It wasn't hard to see that there was a soft spot in his aunts heart for the youngest Shelby.

He’d had men search every major city in Britain, knowing Finn couldn’t have strayed too far off the beaten path.

The youngest Shelby never was one for spontaneity, he was too much like his mother for that- he liked to have a plan set out in front of him.

But what made the situation all the more complicated was the war Tommy had made on Sabini, if Finn was in London then there was a large chance that he was in danger.

Tommy didn’t want more blood on his hands, he didn’t know if he could handle more blood on his hands.

Dear Pol,

This leter wil onlie be short, but its a leter non the less. All you need to no is that I am safe and happie, and hav started a new life for myself. If you want to meet, then go to Ada’s on Saterday and i will meet you there.

Lots of luv and take care,

Finn

P.S- Y/N is teeching me to reed and rite, it is a work in progres- but I am lerning!

Polly grinned at the letter in front of her, it was most definitely her nephew. Despite it being in letter form, his mannerisms and language hasn’t changed.

The older woman could feel her heart swell with pride for her youngest nephew, deep down Polly knew that the Blinder lifestyle wasn’t for him.

Finn was like Ada in that way- he followed his heart. And his heart has chosen a different path than his brothers.

Polly set the letter down on her desk as she pondered what her next course of action would be, obviously she was going to Ada’s to meet her nephew on the Saturday.

However she was met with the dilemma of how she could get it past Tommy.

One one hand, Tommy was the patriarch of the family- Polly knew that she was practically obligated to tell her older nephew her plans and whereabouts.

But on the other hand, Finn was safe. He was free from a dangerous life, he was happy and he had started a new path.

And that was more than anything Tommy could offer the lad. Polly knew that Finn valued his freedom and happiness over all the money in the world.

Pulling out a cigarette, Polly fiddled with the small stick of tobacco. After igniting it, she took a deep inhale, allowing the smoke to fill her lungs.

Every piece of her heart and soul was telling her to keep Finn safe. Maybe that was just the mother hen in Polly- but she was certain on one thing.

Thomas Shelby was going to learn to live with his actions and consequences of his words, because Polly had no intention of saying a word about Finn’s whereabouts.

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strangerfictions · 5 years

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Fanfiction and Fun

Request: Can you do a Dacre Montgomery imagine where he comes to bed, finding you reading Billy fanfiction. You try to hide it at first, but he sees it. He then starts whispering into your ear using his Billy voice, trying to turn the reader on, starting to make out and the story continues on.

Summary: Dacre is away filming and so you turn to tumblr for some comfort. Dacre now comes home and finds you reading Billy Hargrove smut and fun ensues.

Warnings: major smut guys!

Words: 1450

A/N: So, I actually was working on something VERY similar to this before I started the Christmas requests. I love this idea SO MUCH !!! When I read this request from @thegirlsadventuresinwonderland I was so excited to get writing! Idk why I took this so long but sorry it did! Hope you enjoy it !

You had met Dacre through mutual friends and over a few months you both fell hard for each other. After a year of dating you had both decided it would be good to move in together. After searching for what seemed like years you found a cute two-bedroom apartment that had a balcony leading out from the master bedroom.

You loved moving it meant you could go shopping for new furniture and that’s exactly what you both did as soon as you got the keys. You’ve been living with Dacre now for about six months and the apartment is finally starting to look good.

Dacre had been away all week for filming and so you decided to put some finishing touches to the office/guest bedroom. By the time you were finished you were exhausted and just wanted to curl up with Dacre and watch Netflix. But that wasn’t a possibility considering he was half away around the other side of the world filming something. You always had a coping mechanism for days like this and tonight would be no different.

You started your nightly routine a little earlier so you could get into bed as soon as possible. You got into the shower enjoying the warmth as you washed your hair. Once you were finished and dry you got into some pyjamas which consisted of panties and one of Dacres shirts. You then got into bed phone in hand. You opened up tumblr and typed in your go to search “Billy Hargrove fanfiction”. You had the Stranger Things wardrobe department to blame for this. If they hadn’t made Dacre look so good with a mullet you wouldn’t have to read fanfiction based of a fictional character played by your boyfriend. You have never told Dacre that you loved him as Billy Hargrove and that in a weird way you were turned on by it. That was your dark fantasy for now.

You had been scrolling through tumblr for hours. You were now laying on your side with your back to the door as you continued to read through a particularly dirty Billy Hargrove fanfiction. You were so engrossed in the words that you didn’t hear your boyfriend sneaking in the door behind you.

“What are you reading?” You jump with fright as you cling to your phone for dear life. You turn around to find Dacre smiling smugly at you. You wondered how much he had seen. From the grin on his face you knew he had seen enough.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you sit up in bed trying to change the subject.

“Well my plan was to surprise you by coming home early but you apparently had other plans for tonight” Dacre places his suitcase near the door and walks towards the wardrobe taking out some pyjamas.

“I had no plans for tonight actually! I was just reading…” You can feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you bring up the fanfiction.

“I saw actually I read…Really Billy Hargrove fanfiction?! Why not the guy your actually dating?” Dacre continues clearly affected by the fact that you weren’t reading fanfiction on him.

“Well technically it is your fanfiction just you with a mullet and some really tight jeans that make your ass look amazing!” You get out of bed and walk over to wear Dacre was slamming drawers closed looking for something unimportant.

“They did make my ass look pretty good!” Dacre smiles up at you as he sits onto the bed. You both laugh at how ridiculous this all was.

“I’m sorry baby I just really missed you and I loved you as Billy you were so hot with a mullet!” You stand in between his legs as you place a kiss on his forehead.

“Mhmm well looks like someone is getting all hot and bothered thinking about it” Dacre pulls you towards him and runs his finger over the wet spot on your panties. You couldn’t help but moan as you felt Dacre’s finger graze over your clit.

“That’s it princess I want to hear you moan for me !” The minute you heard Dacre call you princess you knew he had slipped into character something you saw him do so often but this time you were incredibly turned on by this change.

“Baby I need you” You whisper in Dacres ear as you stand over him catching a glimpse of his growing bulge in his jeans.

“Patience baby! I want you to get off on my thigh first since you seem to want it so badly!” You look at Dacre in surprise you then realise he had seen the important parts of the fanfiction. Thigh riding was something you really wanted to try but you were too nervous to bring it up with Dacre.

“You didn’t think I had seen that much did you? Don’t worry I saw plenty to keep you occupied for the night. “As much as I love the red panties, I think you look better with them on the ground. Don’t you agree?” You nod as he says this. You can feel his finger hook the hem and he pulls the red lacy panties down to your ankles. You place your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you step out of them.

“Much better. I want you straddling my thigh Princess…now!” You were surprised by how forward your boyfriend was being but you it was having an effect on you especially between your legs. You can feel Dacres eyes on you as you hover over his thigh.

“Now!” Your boyfriend grabs you by your shirt and pulls you down onto his thigh gently. The sudden feeling of the material on your clit make you gasp. Your hips begin to grind gently against his thigh. Your eyes close as you feel the pleasure begin to build in the pit of your stomach. Your moans begin to get louder and louder as the pleasure gets too much for you. You open your eyes to see Dacre smiling smugly at you.

“Someone liked that a lot!” Dacre laughed as you stood up from his leg. You looked down to where Dacre was looking. His jeans had a huge wet patch from where you had been sitting.

“Shit sorry I’ll clea...” You start to laugh out of embarrassment but Dacre then stands up and begins to kiss you to shut you up.

“I don’t care about my jeans princess! They are coming off right now anyways” Dacre began to kiss along your jaw and down your neck as your hands go straight to his jeans. You begin to unbutton them and unzip them as Dacre gently leaves marks on your neck.

“Now people will know your mine!” You were about to get down on your knees when Dacre stopped you.

“No way tonight is about you now get on the bed ass in the air!” You follow Dacre’s instructions and within seconds you hear his jeans hit the floor with a soft thud. You turn around to look at him as he pulls a condom onto his cock. He wraps his hand around his hard cock pumping it a few times before rubbing it against your opening causing you to let out a soft moan. Without warning Dacre pushes into you slowly allowing you to get adjusted to his size. You cant help but moan loudly as you feel the pleasure slowly build.

“Dacre please…faster baby” Dacre’s pace begins to get faster as you both moan from the pleasure.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight for me!” Dacre’s hand comes down and comes in contact with your ass. The slap echoing through the room as you moan. You can tell Dacre is close because his pace was getting sloppy.

“Dacre…I’m so close”

“Me too baby…are you going to come with me?” You nod your head as you both feel the pleasure take over you both. You both come together both collapsing on the bed in a sweaty mess.

“Fuck baby we need to do that again” Dacre pulls you into him and kisses your forehead as you both catch your breath.

“You should catch me reading more often babe” You both laugh at how ridiculous the night ended up being.

“Well now I know what really gets you going and so do my jeans” You feel your cheeks begin to burn as you hide your face in Dacre’s chest. You were about to say something when you heard a small snore come from your boyfriend who was passed out underneath you. You place your head back on his chest and fall asleep.

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otherthingsinhead · 5 years

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Can We Start It Over?

Pairing: Javier Peña x gn!reader

Warnings: injuries/blood/language

Words: 2.3k

Request: Anonymous

hello, you write beautifully! can you please write a Steve x Javi, where Javi takes a bullet for Steve?! good amount of h/c with final confessions. you can choose whatever ending you like. many thanks!

oh I'm sorry about the request, I didn't know you don't do character x character. If it's all the same to you, if you could write the same prompt with Javi x reader, that'd be great! Thank you!!

Summary: A lot has changed since the accident. Most of these changes suck like the constant, dull pain in his guts or the fact that the days pass without purpose. But somehow the series of these changes have opened up a whole new world for the DEA agent and put his heart into action.

Time is particularly slow now. Javier’s eyes constantly shifting from the clock to the door. His crave for a cigar is getting stronger with every passing minute, but the box is laying untouched on the coffee table. Sure, it would calm his mind, but you can knock on the door at any moment and he knows how seriously you take the doctor's instructions. It's just so unlike you to be late...

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Your eyes only skimming his sitting figure on the couch as you storm through the door and put two heavy bags of groceries onto the kitchen table.

"Sorry, I'm late, I had to fill out a report. Messina’s up my ass since—" since I almost got you killed. You barely set foot in the room and the air is already tense with your unsaid words. Tense and thick with shame and you need to drag a good amount of this dense air into your lungs to keep your heart beating. "How are you?"

Javier’s body is strong but there’s pain in every one of his movement as he’s hobbling towards you. One hand is casually laying on his hip, the other is supporting him by the table. Damn, you hate to see him like this!

He must notice the remorseful look in your eyes, thus the mushy smile on his face, regardless of all the struggle of holding himself on his feet. He wants you to feel less guilty and though you are grateful for him you would rather feel all ashamed and miserable like you deserve.

"I'm good, Y/N," his tone is soft, eyes boring into yours as if he's pouring his own calm into you. It works. You nod with a fragile smile and dig up a deliciously steaming box from a bag.

"Good. I hope you're hungry!"

That's how it goes since he is back from the hospital. You come over to him in the morning before work and in the evening after work, trying to keep him occupied, do the laundry, bring food, keep the place and his wound clean in a hope he will feel better. Or more like that that you will feel better.

The worst is when you change the dressing on the wound. That is when you have to face the damage you have done. Clenched jaw, stiff chest and shaky breathes. Doesn’t seem like it, but Javier kind of enjoys those moments. Not the painful part of course but there is something about being taken care by you. Something engaging and exciting.

Yes, he is excited. He shouldn't be though. No other relationship is allowed than friendship between partners at the DEA yet, he can't keep his stupid heart from melting whenever you cast your beautiful smile at him.

So he can't help but adore these moments with you. He savors and memorizes the clumsy touches of your fingers as you are fumbling with the bandage around his torso or the image of your lip getting trapped between your teeth as you are concentrating, trying to get the tape to stick.

He hadn't completely figured out these feelings, but they are more tender then they should be. And definitely more passionate. Especially at nights, in the dark when the sinful feeling of longing is thriving within him, pushing the sweetest memories of you into his mind and his hands under the blanket.

After the dinner, you pile up some pillows behind Javier and help him halfway up into a sitting position on his bed. The room is dark and only the night lamp shines its light on the wound so you can focus all your attention on it. Carefully, he rolls up the hem of his shirt to expose the white patch clinging on his skin.

The gun had struck him just a little bit above the edge of his pelvic bone. The doctor said he was lucky to get off with a minor bruising like that. The bullet could have easily shatter his bone into pieces if it hits him from a smaller distance.

You usually try to distract him with small stories and bad jokes, talking about practically anything while cleaning the skin around the stitches. The process is torturous for both of you and keeping your minds busy helps a lot. But now you are silent. Silent and stiff.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah-hm just... had a rough day, you know."

"Messina? She knows it wasn’t your fault she shouldn’t be so hard on you."

"No, it’s not her. It’s... I just had a rough day, okay?"

Shit! You sounded more offended than you wanted to and he knows you better than to fall for such an obvious lie. He grabs your wrist and tilts his head, glaring at you with a nagging look in his eyes.

"It's Carillo," you confess with a shrug. "He... He is still mad I fucked up this operation."

"You didn't know it was—"

"Exactly!" Your voice is not loud nor judgemental but it helds a capricious tone and when you cast a quick glance at him, you see understanding in his eyes. He knows what he just put his finger on.

Carillo and Javier have been keeping you in the shadows from the first day you arrived. In the eyes of the Colonel, you are just a goddamned yankee from the states with no chips on the table and Javier—well, hell knows what is the matter with the stubborn head of that grumpy gringo.

"I’m your partner, Javi. You should have told me."

"You didn’t tell me about your intel either. If I knew you are planning on a one-man mission—"

"If you knew about it you’d send me for some shitty warrant to the embassy. I didn’t come to Colombia to sit on my ass while you and your cop friends are doing the job."

It is out. It is out and it sounds so wrong, as if you blame him for what happened when it was all your fault. The room is getting smaller and you have to bury your face in your palms, take a deep breath and let all the emotions to sink.

"I was so stupid," your voice is muffled and hoarse.

"No. No, you’re right. You just wanted to do something."

"Yeah, and I got a goddamn gun pressed against my forehead. If you didn’t come after me... I-I-I almost get myself killed and...," your voice crack and sob burst from your mouth.

"Y/N, por favor."

"And you, Javi. I-If you were dea-I... I-I still ha-have n-nightmares." Your whole body is trembling at the horror of the thought and tears like a waterfall, cascading down on your cheek.

"Hey! I didn't die, we’re both alive!” You hear him soothing but you can’t stop crying until he sits up and take one of your hands, pulling it towards him so he can feel your palm flat against his chest.

His grip is strong, almost painfully strong but you need it. You need to feel something to hold on, to drag yourself out from the false imaginations of events that never happened. The steady, unusually rapid beating of his heart is your lodestar and you can gradually narrow your focus to the softness of his skin, how warm and humid it feels under your palm and how easy it is to be lost in the intoxicating scent. It’s like a drug, making you want more and more of him until you are ready to sacrifice anything just to feel him closer. Much, much closer.

That's not going to happen. Not that you haven't always considered him handsome, but his jackass behavior and your common sense have helped holding back the affection you felt for him. You didn't fight your way up to the DEA for nothing. You can't put your reputation at risk. Not for a fucked-up romance with a womanizer.

"Carillo was right," you sniff, rubbing your eyes with your free hand to dry up the tears and get yourself together while trying to ignore the disturbingly pleasant feeling of his thumb stroking slow circles on your wrist. "Coming here was a mistake. I'll always be an outsider."

"Bullshit," he scoffs, he knows how much you care about these people and how hard you work to make this country safer for them.

"Javi, I... I-I don’t even speak the language,” you say and chuckle as a soft, ironic giggle bubble up inside you.

His thumb caressing your skin is so overwhelming, you need to avoid looking into his eyes for you are afraid you would lost in the darkness of them. But you can feel the searing gaze on your face, making you feel all hot and flustered, sweating like a virgin on the wedding night. What the hell is happening?

"Yeah, but... you have me,” he purrs softly like a cat, lips parted deliciously at the end, head lowered, eyes searching for yours to meet and there's no way avoiding his gaze any longer.

His eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips and back again and you feel a fucking thunderstorm raging in your chest as you fall into the kiss like it's gravity.

His lips are blazing hot, burning with the flames of some unquenchable thirst for tasting every part of your mouth as he delves himself into it. Everything is happening so fast as your whole world crumbles around you with the kiss. There's no time to think, no reason to stop. Your hand slithers from his chest to cradle the vast shoulder and you feel his strong fingers curving behind your neck, holding you firmly against his lips while you are kissing him back with equal fire and force.

The air is humid, filled with the wet sounds of the heated kiss and with the stifled noises escaping from you with rapid breaths as you are trying to suck enough oxygen into your lungs.

You need a break to breathe.

Your lips parting away from his but you let your head lull against his forehead, trying to regain control over your erratic breath or at least quell your mind a little bit.

"Javi," your stomach drops and you are suddenly snatched out from the delirious storm of emotions as you flutter your eyes open and see fresh blood leaking from the wound.

"It's ok, I’ll be fine," he pants and catches your lips between his again.

"Javi, I... w-we need to... mmh J-Javi, the w-wound... fuck!"

Your weak attempts of protesting are getting consumed by the heavenly sensation of open-mouthed kisses trailing along your jaw and down to your neck.

Then a painful hiss of breath slips from his lips.

"Ok, we need to fix this now," you insist with more determination than before but he can't make himself to ease the grip on your neck. It's like his sweetest dream is coming true and he is not ready to wake up from it.

"Javi!"

"I just... don't want it to disappear," he says, his half-lidded eyes are dark and heavy, lips glistening with the memory of the heated moments you just have shared.

He stares at you and feel a twinge of unease. Your eyes are hard to read, and your silence is puzzling.

“I have nightmares too,” his gaze drops to your hands, chest rises with a deep breath before he continues. “When they said you're in the building I... I didn't know if I'm going to make it in time,” his voice is small, almost wavering.

“I'm so sorry, Javier. I'm sorry you had to save me but it wouldn't have happened if you didn't try to–”

“Protect you?”

Your raise an eyebrow up at him, you can't believe he thinks you are just a helpless princess amongst hungry monsters.

“It's not your job to protect me,” you say softly but hurt hangs on every syllable.

“I can't help myself,” he chuckles. He has already sacrificed a lot for catching Escobar and he is ready to sacrifice even more. Anything. Anything, but you.

He brushes his fingertips along your jawline and tips your head so you can see the honest sparkling in his eyes.

“I have feelings for you.”

Your jaw drops open at his words and your heart begins to slam frantically against your ribcage. He can't just say something like that and shake the whole world around you. You feel like you're spiralling.

“I don't really know what are these feelings but... they make me feel different. They make me believe I can be more, make me want to be a better person. And when I see the guilt in your eyes, see you suffering because of me it's... it destroys me.”

Warmth blossoms in your chest and your eyes are glassy from the tears you are holding back. You have no idea what to say to a confession like this. You have never denied the physical attraction but you've never thought about it further.

“Javi, I don't... I—”

“I just want you to know you don't have to feel bad about what happened. We both chose a wrong path but... we got a chance to make it up,” his lips curl up to a faint but genuine smile making your heart swell with happiness. Or maybe affection?

The air between you grows full and magnetic, his thumb rubbing across your cheek, smearing the wetness along its way.

“So what do you think? Can we start it over?”

“We should try it at least,” you sniff. “And we definitely should find out those feelings you've talked about...”

His eyes sparkling as he leans forward, slowly closing the gap between your lips when you press a finger of objection upon his mouth.

“...after I fixed this bloody wound of yours.”

Playfully, you cock an eyebrow at him with a wide smile, watching in awe as the tip of his tongue trails a wet line along his lower lip before he speaks.

“Anything you want, partner.”

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wapwetasspirates · 4 years

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SO SFW AZ (Compass)

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Not necessarily during the wooing stage but after yes, much like with her sister you’re her soft spot. She is both verbal and physically affectionate and enjoys mumbling praises in your neck and almost always has her hand threaded in yours, is it inconvenient? Sucks for you.

B: Breath (What can their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Watching you work on hobbies. She loves when her s/o is so enraptured in something they forget the world around them. But this also means she’s eventually going to bug you when the feeling eventually overwhelms her and she needs to show you how she feels.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

All the time. If it's inconvenient also too bad. Something of a lazy cat she is always curled up with, on or around you and she doesn’t mind at all if you are just as clingy. She encourages it in fact.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Bookshop. Compass wants to own a bookshop so she can sleep in the stacks and be entirely useless. You’re welcome to be useless with her. It's basically a library for all the sales you would make.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

None. She’s a go with the flow type, she’ll show you she cares but she isn’t going to beg or force people to stay. She is steady and deep but she doesn’t hold onto where she isn’t wanted.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

She’ll tease you endlessly if it's something small. Something big and it’s probably the quickest you’ll see her move. She is brutal and efficient, doing the most and least to make sure whatever it is is gone. If its emotional she is actually very good at listening if you need it and comfort is freely given. Unfortunately she’s not great at offering solutions because she hasn’t found any for her own fears either.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Er, yeah no. She isn’t the gift giving sort, not even on holidays, she can’t really be bothered with them and doesn’t necessarily care for them in return unless its something useful and even then. Once in a while she might surprise you with a pillow though, girl hordes pillows.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Always. Much like cuddling she loves hugging you, particularly hugging you and swinging you around till you shriek at her.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

She isn’t very romantic but every once in a while she’ll get a wild hair up her ass and knock you off your feet. And she is always intimate, all the time, even if its a problem. Better set those boundaries because emotionally or otherwise she is pretty much all over you.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Yup. But only because she has low self-esteem. She won’t act on it or say a word and you probably would never notice. It’s probably a good idea to talk about it down the road as she can eventually become distant if she feels there is someone better for you and you’re interested.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Very but she’s lazy. A kiss on your cheek might drag down to your neck, sounds sexy until you realize its because she literally can’t hold herself up and is slowly sinking down and just dragging her lips across your face. When she puts in effort though she prefers long enough kisses that will leave you gasping in her arms. She loves getting forehead kisses and she’ll ignore any comments on her blush.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)

Compass isn’t going to say it till she’s sure you’re sure. She falls pretty quickly but nerves keep her from saying it and getting rejected. She tends to wait till you say it and then she is always whispering it to you but get her drunk and she’ll shout it to anyone who listens. But more often she’ll show it in small gestures rather than saying the words that always make her face glow like a candle.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so what kind of ceremony?)

Yes. But she probably won’t be the one to propose unless Maroon threatens they’ll do it for her. Compass is fairly lowkey (coughalsolazycough) so something simple is her own preference but she doesn’t mind something larger. Expect to meet resistance if you want a huge event though.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

She prefers stay at home dates but she’ll oblige in some more adventurous dates. She is very fond of museums and the like and bribe her with those and she’ll be ready before you finish asking.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do for/with their s/o?)

She isn’t the planing type but every once and awhile she’ll make a grand gesture but don't expect it to make a whole lot of sense to anyone but her. A lot of her plans are better left in theory than practice.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

To an annoying degree. She takes great pleasure in being a pest. Jokes, pranks, being ridiculous are right up her alley. She would definitely offer you cat shit candy to see if you’d fall for it and only stop you before you actually eat it. If you need her to chill tell her.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

She won’t ask but you’re welcome to share. Compass is pretty stubborn and usually only does what she wants when she wants so don’t expect her to really take it to heart. She’ll tell you her opinions but much like with herself she doesn’t expect you to listen too much. And its not that she never will and with serious issues she will give way more but on day to day things, well, good luck.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Lazy spontaneous? She isn’t big on planning and does whatever strikes her fancy but she’s also rather lazy and sometimes will give up on an idea or try to make it come to her rather than going and doing things.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Like a cracked out octopus. She’s a rather light sleeper so nudge her to get her off otherwise she might wrap around you and drag you off the bed with her when she inevitably falls off it.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

It's hard won and slow going, it can take years sometimes for her to implicitly trust you with everything but give her the space to come to you. But as hard as getting in was, it is very easy to fall out of it but its not Compass you have to worry about. Maroon can and will ruin your life if they think you’re a threat or you hurt their sister.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

The laziest skeleton you will ever date.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

Much like her trust, it takes Compass a while to fully open up. When she does you’ll find she isn’t always as suave as she acts, her nerves are shot, and she is the biggest dork with a mind full of random facts about everything under the sun. She also blushes just as easy as anyone else but she’s better at tamping it down under magic, she’ll be less nervous about showing her blush (and her tum).

W: Wild Card (Random domestic headcanon)

Compass loves to read with you. A quiet moment and she’ll read to you softly and she is actually quite good at voices and making the stories come alive. She loves if you do that same in return and she lives for these little moments.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Much like if you’re scared, Compass is suddenly a woman of action. The threat is gone or you are before it can do serious harm. She doesn’t quite trust Coffer but Maroon will have you patched up quick enough and expect a fierce and panicked lecture from Compass on why you can never get hurt again. If it’s emotional she kinda panics internally but she does her best, it's easier if you can give her directions she’ll remember for next time. If she’s overwhelmed she’ll drag Maroon over to help.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Not really, you do you. If anything ever did bother her enough for her to kick up a fuss you’d know immediately because she’d tell you.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Passionate might not be the right word but her feelings are intense and deep. More like an endless well as opposed to a roaring fire. While she appreciates watching passionate, strong wooing can and will overwhelm her and make her step back a bit.

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maluminspace · 5 years

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Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Michael Clifford/Reader

Word Count: 2.2

Requested: by @ghost0fy0u

Okay, Hogwarts!sos is the best idea ever!!! Can I request some fluff with Slytherin Michael, Ravenclaw Reader, Nerd tutoring Jock on Potions class or Jock training nerd for a sporting event.

Trigger Warnings: Mild bullying, mild injury

A/N: Anna, I love this idea! I’m a sucker for soft Michael. I hope you like this.

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The beads of sweat on Michael’s pale forehead start to run along the frown creases over his golden eyebrows. You’ve never seen such intense concentration his pretty green eyes as he scans the quidditch pitch for the tiny golden snitch you’d let loose about thirty minutes ago.

It’s probably wrong for you to have such a strong crush on someone you’re meant to be training. You can’t help it, though. Michael Clifford has always seemed to catch your attention. He’s incredibly kind and sweet natured, not to mention beautiful. Unfortunately, during your six years at Hogwarts, you haven’t had much interaction with him. You’ve been incredibly focussed on your quidditch and staple classes such as Charms and Potions, whereas Michael has always seemed to favour Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures.

Maybe it was partly the way that Clifford stood out amongst his fellow Slytherins that had drawn you to him in the first place. The other key thing that’s always made him particularly attractive to you, is just how much he cares for those around him. You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve seen him warn off bullies targeting the younger students, for example. Understandably, it’s his three friends Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings and Ashton Irwin that have always earned his fiercest loyalty. It’s that uncensored love that had caused the sweet sixth year to step up and offer to take Calum’s place as seeker on the Slytherin quidditch team, when his best friend came down with a sudden case of Spattergroit. In your opinion, it takes balls to do something like that, especially when he has no experience of playing quidditch at all. This alone showed you just how selfless Michael was and you’d been the first to offer your assistance. Having been Ravenclaw’s seeker for four years, your experience was undeniable and Michael had quickly accepted your offer.

A high-pitched giggle from somewhere behind you breaks through the fog clouding your mind. Finally pulling your attention away from the substitute Slytherin seeker. You glance over your shoulder to see two of your teammates lingering near the stands. It’s clear by their smug smirks that they’re discussing Michael and makes you incredibly angry. “Our practice ended a half hour ago, why are you still here?” You ask the two girls, allowing the irritation running through you to clearly show in your voice.

One of the girls, Pattie Grangson, your fifth year keeper, shrugs her shoulders lazily. “We were just curious as to why you’re helping to train Slytherin’s new seeker, you’re a Ravenclaw, it’d be better for us if they didn’t have a seeker.”

You roll your eyes, tired of this conversation already. “That’s how you want to win the cup, is it? Because Slytherin had to miss a game or two? That’s pathetic, Pattie!” You huff. “Michael is just trying to help out his team because his best friend got sick. I think it’s an incredibly brave and sweet thing to do, actually.”

Pattie and her friend, Halda Riveradore, exchange another snigger. “So that’s why you’re helping him…” Pattie sneers, “You fancy him!”

It’s impossible to stop the blush that colours your cheeks. You’ve managed to hide your crush on Michael pretty well up ‘til now and you’re not particularly pleased to have been called out on it. “I’m just being a good person, which is more than I can say for you! Now get out of here, you need to rest up, we have a game on Saturday!”

The two girls seem conflicted. They’re obviously inclined to tease you a little more but they also want to keep their place on your quidditch team.

“Fine…” Halda shrugs after a long moment of silence. “We’ll leave you with your boyfriend.”

Before you can even think of a snappy retort, a squeal from behind you, followed immediately by a loud thud pulls your attention back to the quidditch pitch. Your heart sinks as you find Michael laying in a tangled heap near the base of the nearest goalpost.

“Yeah, looks like he needs all the help he can get.” Pattie sneers before she and Halda head off towards the castle.

You don’t even pay them a second glance as you run over to the Slytherin boy you’re meant to be training. “Mikey!” You yell, skidding to a halt beside him. “What happened?”

Michael groans, propping himself up on one elbow and holding his forehead with his other hand. “I saw the snitch.” He replies groggily, “and I didn’t want it to get away so I flew at it and umm…” His cheeks colour up in an embarrassed blush. “I didn’t see the post, I…”

If the blonde boy didn’t look so adorable with his rosy cheeks and watery green eyes, you might have laughed at his story. You can just imagine that determined look on his face as he aimed his broom at the sneaky little snitch. It would have been adorable and you’re sort of mad you missed it, but right now he needs to be taken care of and you’re more than happy to do just that. “Oh no, did you crash into it?” You ask softly, kneeling down beside him.

The Slytherin nods bashfully, looking thoroughly mortified as though you might think he’s terribly stupid.

“Let me take a look at your head.” You insist, gently taking hold of his wrist and moving his hand away so that you can take a look at his injury. You sigh with relief when you see that it’s nothing more than a minor bump, albeit a rapidly bruising one. “It doesn’t look like you’ve done any serious damage but I want you to go and get checked out at the hospital wing.” You explain, running your fingertips gently over the darkening red patch on his forehead that is fast becoming anasty bruise. “Just to rule out a concussion, okay?”

Michael’s eyes sparkle with tears in the second or so before he closes them, obviously trying hard not to let them fall. “I’m sorry.” He sniffles, “I’m so stupid… I should have known I’d never be able to do this!”

“Hey…” You murmur softly, helping Michael up into a sitting position. “You’re not stupid at all. Seeker is one of the most difficult positions in a quidditch team. People usually spend years upon years trying to master it and you’ve only been training for a week! You’re doing so well.”

The blonde stares back at you hopefully, the flush in his cheeks still burning brightly. “I feel like a failure.” He admits, his shoulders sagging in a defeated gesture.

Without allowing your brain to process what you’re doing, you cup his face in one hand, stroking the pad of your thumb along his cheek bone. “You’re definitely not.” You reassure him. “You’re so brave and sweet for doing this. I’ve never been prouder of anyone else in my whole life.”

Michael instinctively leans into your touch, keeping his gaze on you as he tries to fight back more tears. “I promised Calum I’d try to help Slytherin win their game against Hufflepuff in a couple of weeks but I’m going to let him down, I just know it. I’m too embarrassed to even practice with the Slytherin team yet.”

You sigh, still holding his face as you harden your expression a bit. “If Calum isn’t the proudest best friend in the world right now, I’ll hex him into oblivion as soon as he’s back at school! I’ll make his Spattergroit feel like a spa treatment if he so much as jokes about you letting him down.”

The blonde lets out a watery laugh, his features relaxing slightly. “He’d never joke about anything quidditch related, he takes it as seriously as you do.”

There’s no disputing that. You’ve played against Calum plenty of times and you’ve never had a doubt about how seriously he takes his position on the team and the sport in general. It only occurs to you a moment later that Michael’s still gazing at you with a certain fondness. “Well, quidditch is serious business for people like us, Clifford.” You giggle, trying not to melt as Michael places his hand over yours, pressing your palm flat to his face. “I guess it must get boring for people who don’t care about it much, though.”

Michael shrugs, finally dropping his gaze. “I don’t think you could ever bore me.” His voice is quiet, mumbling the words as though he’s slightly scared of saying them.

You gently remove your hand from his face, scared that you’ll do something utterly crazy like kiss him, if you don’t create a bit of physical space between the two of you. Sitting back on your heels, you try to tell yourself that the expression on Michael’s face is some lingering upset over his little mishap. That’s a much more plausible explanation than it being a display of disappointment that you backed away. “I think you’re the first person to ever say that.”

Shaking his head, Michael cautiously gets to his feet, offering you his hand to help you up. “I doubt that, a lot. You seem super smart and you’re probably the best seeker in the school…” His eyes are brimming with some emotion that you can’t quite place but it makes your heart swell nonetheless as he pulls you to your feet. “Don’t tell Calum I said that, though…” He adds hastily, tacking an adorable chuckle onto the end of his last word.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You reply, unable to stop the fondness you have for Michael from creeping into your voice and expression. “We wouldn’t want him thinking that you preferred Ravenclaw’s team, would we?”

Michael’s cheeks turn pink again as he deliberately avoids eye contact with you. “I don’t.” He confirms, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I just kind of a soft spot for their seeker, I guess.”

“You definitely must have a concussion.” You try to joke, attempting to ignore the way your insides seem to wriggle at the implication that Michael might feel the same about you as you do about him. “Better go and get that checked out.” Humour is always your go-to when you’re feeling awkward or usure but you hate the way that Michael curls in on himself a bit, apparently feeling a little wounded.

Perhaps you should try to backtrack and attempt to put him at ease again. You’re completely at a loss on how to do that, though. Instead, you walk over to where you’ve left your broomstick instead.

“I don’t think I need to get checked out for concussion.” Michael mumbles, following you across the grass to the base of the stand. “It’s only a tiny bump. I think it’s only my ego that got bruised.” There's an undeniable note of sadness in his voice and you just can’t shake the feeling that you're the cause of it.

“That’s definitely not true.” You reply, picking up your Firebolt and mounting it. “You’ve got quite the battlescar on your forehead, Clifford.” You finally look back at him over your shoulder and your heart sinks as you watch him touch his bruised forehead tentatively with his fingertips.

The Slytherin chuckles softly. “I kind of hope it does scar, I might get famous…” His face brightens ever-so-slightly as you crouch down, ready to take off. “It worked for Harry Potter didn’t it?”

You laugh, hating yourself for finding his lame joke funny. “I don’t think it was his scar that made him famous really. Unless you’re going to tell people that you got that bruise from surviving the Avada Kedavra spell, I think you’ll just have to settle for being my favourite Slytherin, instead.”

Michael’s face breaks into a disbelieving smile as he reaches out to hold the handle of your broom. “Really? I always thought Calum was your favourite Slytherin.”

You shake your head, smirking slightly. “Nah, he’s just my biggest competition in quidditch, but you’re the sweetest person I ever met.”

Michael beams, his eyes glistening with a hint of hope, now. “You really think that?” He asks, his fingertips grazing the side of your hand around the handle of your broom.

“Yeah.” You smile honestly. “I hope we can hang out together a lot more besides these practices, if you’re up for it.”

You’re not sure where your sudden confidence has come from but you’re glad of it when Michael responds with an enthusiastic nod. “I’d love that.” He grins. “I’ve always wanted to get to know you better.”

It’s completely impossible to resist Michael’s beautiful smile and you take advantage of your new-found bravery to peck a kiss to his cheek. “I have Potions last tomorrow, wanna meet me outside the dungeons for an afternoon snack before I continue teaching you how to be an amazing seeker?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I’d love that.” The Slytherin replies, his cheeks still glowing adorably.

You return his gesture, resisting the urge to kiss him on the lips this time. “Then it’s a date.”

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daysswithyou · 5 years

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Hugs and Kisses

Characters: Jae x You

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

Word count: 2.1k

Description: When you’ve had a hard day at work, and Jae is there to comfort you.

Credits: puuung1 on Instagram; do check out their work, the art style reminds me of Jae so much! :)

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Pulling into the parking lot, you let out a deep sigh as you sink into the seat. As you twist your neck from side to side, you hear the sockets in your neck pop, bringing some short-lived relief from the tension that’s been in your neck the entire day. You can still feel the tightness in your shoulders, but hopefully a patch would do the trick later. Reaching over to the passenger seat to grab your bag, you wince harshly at the sharp pain from your lower back. You must have hit a nerve.

You catch a glimpse of your lock screen, a wistful smile making an appearance on your face. It was the last selfie you took with Jae 2 months ago before he went on tour, and you haven’t seen him since. Your relationship was sustained through constant texting and late night Skype calls, lasting way into the early mornings. Sometimes you momentarily regret staying up so late with him when you arrive to work dead beat, but for him it’s worth it.

He’s finally coming back tomorrow, another 24 hours without him. You can do this Y/N.

Stepping out of the car, you made the slow walk home to your apartment, taking your time opening the door. Swinging the door open, the first thing you noticed were that the lights were on.

Did I forget to off them this morning? Argh I must have, what a waste of electricity…

You were about the flip the switch before the sound of thundering footsteps drew your attention away from your current task. Turning around, you spot a very familiar lanky figure with a mop of light brown hair charging towards you at full speed.

Your husband was home.

“Jae!”

You spread your arms out wide, getting ready to embrace him but you didn’t even have time to give him a proper hug before he picked you up from the floor, twirling you around the entire living room. You were now clinging onto him for dear life, peals of laughter spilling from your lips. Jae finally puts you down after making 1 round throughout the entire living room, not letting go even after your feet has touched the ground. He nestles his face into your hair, deeply inhaling the scent of your peach shampoo that he loved so much. He holds you close by your shoulders, pressing a kiss into your hair. Only then was he satisfied to release you, giving you a chance to question him.

“Aren’t you supposed be home tomorrow darling?”

“Yea but I changed my flight to an earlier one.”

“That must have cost you a lot.”

“A few hundred.”

“You didn’t have to, you know. You could have saved the money.”

“Well, yea it’s true. I do value money but I know I miss you more than I will miss the money and hence the decision.”

You laugh at his ridiculous reasoning, unable to argue with him except to peck him on the lips.

“Welcome home Jae.”

“Hmmm, I miss your kisses babe.”

“Ok, shall I give you one more then?”

“Why are we only stopping at one?”

You chuckle at his cheeky request, but you continue to indulge him with the kisses that he’s missed so much.

“Yea this feels so much better than all the flying kisses you give me over the screen during our Skype calls.”

“Of course.”

You pull back to look at his handsome face that you missed so much, tracing your fingers over the bridge of his nose before bopping the tip of it. However, Jae wasn’t enjoying it as much as you were. He frowned when he observed your face, noticing your pale complexion and darker eye bags. Removing his hands from your cheeks, he gently places his fingers on your chin, tilting it from side to side to get a better look at your face.

“Babe, have you been eating well? You look like you lost a lot of weight, your cheeks are hollower now and they’re not as fluffy as before…”

“Have I? I didn’t notice.” You bring your hands up to pat your cheeks, indeed being able to feel them sinking in more than usual.

“It’s been a rough time at work huh? My poor baby…”

“Yea.. and it’s a particularly rough day today. Tell you about it later. Let me go clean up first?”

“Yea sure babe, go ahead. I’ll run the bath for you.”

Pressing a kiss into your forehead, Jae finally detaches himself from you as he runs to the start the bath, albeit a little reluctantly. His touch lingers at the ends of your fingertips, and you’re already missing being able to hold him.

The bath is nice and warm the moment you step in, courtesy of Jae. You realise he even remembered to put in the lavender scented oil, the loud thoughts in your head becoming quiet as you breathe in the soft scent. Closing your eyes, you sink into the bathtub and let yourself rest.

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You had barely stepped out of your bedroom before Jae engulfs you in a warm blanket, hugging you tight through the soft fabric.

“Feeling better?”

“Much~ better thanks to you.”

Jae smiles his smile, the one that has his eyes turning into crescents and shows off his neat rows of pearly whites.

“Alright my beautiful wife, let’s go sit down then you can tell me all about your day.”

“Ok, but honey, you know I can’t move wrapped like a burrito right?”

“Gotcha.”

And that’s how Jae has both of you shuffling over to the couch like emperor penguins, him moving from side to side as he hugs you from behind, taking small steps as you try to keep up with small waddles of your own.

Settling you on the couch, Jae places his hands over your shoulders, pulling you close as he begins to comb through your hair. You, on the other hand, made yourself comfortable by placing your head on his shoulders, removing your hands from the blanket so that you can slip your fingers through his, smiling when he curls his slender fingers around yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“What happened at work?”

“Where do I even begin…”

You honestly meant it when you made that comment, work had been overwhelming so far and you didn’t know how to piece it all together to make it coherent.

“You know Jackson went on paternity leave for 2 months right?”

“Yea, what about that?”

“So I had to cover his duties and truth to be told, it’s not fun at all. Having to do 2 people’s job for 2 months has been insanely tiring. I didn’t even occur to me until you mentioned it just now but sometimes I get so busy that I work overtime and miss dinner entirely. Despite all the effort put in, I still messed up. Sigh.”

“Come on baby, it mustn’t have been that bad right? You’re always thinking that you’re doing a bad job when you did great.”

“No this time round, it’s real bad. Like, even you would agree with me when you hear it.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“So we had a meeting with our suppliers today and usually Jackson’s in charge of it but you know, since he’s away, the responsibility falls on me now. I was supposed to come up with a renewed business proposal, which I did but here comes the worst part: I could not answer their questions during the Q&A session. I did not do enough research on the current market condition and overall, I just made it seem like my company did not know what it was doing. Needless to say, I got a pretty terrible lashing from the boss afterwards and then...there was the really rude intern I was telling you about that just had to make my day worse.”

“What did he do to you?”

“He didn’t say anything to me, he just glared at me and started slamming things down to show his displeasure at me when I corrected the way he was preparing documents. There are certain procedures to follow and things to be checked but he just skipped all those critical steps. He may be the nephew of our duty manager but that’s no way to go.”

As you talked, memories of today’s happenings slowly floated to the forefront of your mind, making all the bitter indignation rise like sour bile in your throat. You push back the tears of frustrations that threaten to fall, and opted to stay silent lest Jae heard your voice cracking and gets all worried. He just got back from a tiring tour, you wanted him to not have any worries for the moment.

“Baby, you did a great job and you did the right thing. No matter what others see, you know how hard you’ve worked for the past 2 months. You might have messed up on a big event, but it was just this once. Look at me, look at us! We make mistakes on stage as a band all the time but it’s ok. Give yourself credit for all the other things that you have been able to accomplish successfully in the past 2 months, alright? As for the intern, it’s just a pity that he can’t see how you’re trying to guide him to become a better person. All I can say is good luck to him, the real world is going to be harsher.”

“Jae, that’s so mean.”

“It’s the truth! You know I never sugarcoat my words.”

“I do… thanks for listening to me Jae.”

“No problem babe. Remember, you did a great job my beautiful, lovely, hardworking wife.”

Jae places a kiss to your forehead with each word he says, and it almost feels like a chicken pecking on it’s grains and you laugh at the mental image in your head. When Jae pulls back, you see a glint on his face and you know he’s got an idea.

“Jae… what are you thinking of?”

“I was just thinking of ways to cheer you up; hey wanna see my baby photos?”

“Baby photos? Where’d you get them from?”

“Mum brought along a bunch of photo albums with her when she came to the airport to see me today. Said she found them when she was cleaning the house recently. You got to see them, some of them are really funny. I didn’t even know she had these photos!”

You settled yourself by the coffee table as you wait for Jae to pick out his photo albums. You watch as he bends to flip through them, choosing which ones to show you. He comes back with an armful of them, proceeding to spread them out all over the table.

“I get to choose any one of them?”

“Yea!”

You choose the one that looks the oldest; you could smell the dust that has settled deep within the pages, the cover already yellowing with age. It was your best bet to find some golden photo of Jae as a baby and true enough, the first photo you laid your eyes upon already had you crooning at how adorable he was.

Jae had his feet laid straight in front of him, holding onto a Pooh toy as his mouth opened into a wide “O” shape. Clearly, something was making him very happy.

“Is this the same Pooh bear that lying in your studio now?”

“It is.”

“I can’t believe you kept it for so long! How is it not falling apart after so many years?”

As you continued talking, Jae had settled behind you, pulling you to sit between his legs as he places his chin in your shoulder.

“You did taekwondo as a kid!”

“For a short while. I lost interest after some time and moved on to badminton.”

“That’s so cool though… I got myself a talented husband.”

You turn to nuzzle your nose into his cheek and Jae scrunches his nose at the ticklish feeling.

“Of course you did. Oh wait! I actually have a funny story to tell you about taekwondo, it’s so ridiculous, you won’t believe it!”

Hours pass as Jae continues telling you story after story that has you doubling over in laughter, laughing till your stomach aches and tears are prickling the side of your eyes. As Jae closes the cover of the last album, fatigue envelopes you like a soft blanket, lulling you to sleep right there in Jae’s arms.

“Thank you for cheering me up Jae.”

You angle your head to the side to plant a lazy kiss to his jaw and Jae reciprocates by dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Anything for you angel. Rest now, you did well today.”

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bts-hyperfixation · 4 years

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Little Sparks Light Fires

You and Jin rarely fought. That’s why this had been so weird. It started with something so small too. You’d come home from work shattered, just to find he wasn’t home from practice yet. It wasn’t unusual for you to beat your husband home, but today you’d be hoping he would be in. After such a long day all you wanted was to be tucked safe in his arms. You couldn’t remember the last time you guys had had a chance to just talk about bad days and funny stories. You dumped your bag by the door, kicked your shoes in either direction, and grabbed the first snack you could get your hands on; then you settled down on the plush sofa to watch some mindless drivel on the tv.

You had fallen asleep by the time Jin came through the door. You missed when he tripped over your abandoned bag, and you hadn’t heard the dramatic huff he gave when he saw your shoes scattered. All tell-tale signs that he had also had a rough day. What should’ve happened was a shitty take away meal and a good nights sleep, but for some reason you never got that far. The final straw for Jin’s waning patience had been the snacks littering the floor that had fallen from your lap when you passed out.

“Y/N-ah why is everything such a mess?” you open your eyes at the sound of your husband’s voice, turning to face him with a sleepy smile.

“Jinny, your home.” You stretch out and move to embrace him, stopping when you see the look on his face. “What’s wrong?” you ask, pushing down your own bad day in favour of listening to his.

“You know I’ve had a long day and I just wanted to come home and go to sleep but look at all the mess you’ve made.” He gestures around you at the easily cleanable mess. You glance around you and shrug.

“Okay, I’m gonna clear it up its just I had a long day too an—”

“GAH you always say you have a long day, and it’s always a mess. Just once I’d like to come home and not have to trail around after you, please.” This sparks your anger. He was just as messy as you were, if not more so and this wasn’t even that bad. Blame it on lack of sleep or frayed nerves but you bit back at his words with a little more force than necessary. The argument spiralled from then, stupid little jabs at one another, too many to keep track of. All you know is by the end of it you walk away, tears in your eyes, and slam your bedroom door shut behind you.

Its around an hour later when you hear him snooping outside the door. You take a deep breath, releasing the remaining emotions before calling out to him.

“Are you gonna keep pacing outside the door? Or do you want to come in and tell me what’s really wrong?” Jin sheepishly pokes his head around the door frame, checking for signs that you’re still mad at him. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. You couldn’t stay mad at him if you tried.

“Jagi…” he draws out the affection, crawling across the bed before collapsing into your lap. “Jagi I’m sorry, I don’t know why I was so mean. It was a long day, and I haven’t seen you properly in so long. Do you still love me?” you gaze into the puppy dogs eyes he is shooting up at you and make it look like you’re going to lean down and kiss him before you flick him on the nose instead. He scrunches his nose in response, his face going from pleading to mock annoyance.

“YAHHH I try to apologise and this is what I get. Abuse from the Maknaes all day, abuse from my wife all night. Why does no one love me?!” he flops dramatically off your lap and onto the duvet besides you. You hold back your giggles as you straddle him.

“I’m so sorry Jinny” you plant kisses all over his face, playing along. “How can I make it better, how can I make you forget about those mean little boys?” you take the kisses further, trailing along his jawline and down his neck, biting in particularly sensitive areas.

“And you, don’t forget you were mean too.” he holds back a moan as you bite down hard as punishment for his words. “Okay, okay I’m sorry.” His window screen wiper laugh makes an appearance as you jab him in the ribs for calling you mean. Your heart melts completely at the sound. His infectious laugh is one of the things that made you fall in love with him. But now wasn’t the time for it. You return your lips to his, silencing him immediately. His arms wrap around you and pull you close, taking all the air in your lungs with them. He always had a way of leaving you breathless.

You break away from him and shuffle down his body, taking his sweatpants with you. You trail your hands back up his now bare legs, squeezing when you reach his delectable thighs. Your mouth is a breath away from his boxer clad cock when you next speak.

“So… tell me my love, how can I make it better?” your voice sounds too innocent for the teasing you are currently taking part in. You blow on the damp patch caused by precum in his underwear and he shivers at the temperature change.

“Take me in your mouth jagi, want to see you claim me.” You oblige immediately pulling him lose from the fabric confines and licking his tip. You run your tongue around the head, teasing him just a little more. He watches intently and you never lose eye contact as you slide his dick down your throat. You see his abdomen tighten as he whines.

“It’s been so long baby, just like that.” His hand comes down to wrap in your hair, guiding but not forcing. You let your jaw go slack and hollow your cheeks as you accommodate him. You have to supress a gag or two on the way down but its worth it when he lets out the most insane lewd noises. You swallow around him and the hand in your hair pulls harder signalling he’s close. You drag yourself away, feeling suddenly empty.

He draws you back up to him. You kiss again as he plays with the hem of your shirt. Cold fingers drag up your sides as he brings the t-shirt over your head, the sensation makes you shiver. He makes short work of your bra as you fumble with the fly on your shorts. All you want now is to be riding him. Arguments and sleep forgotten. You slip out of your shorts and throw them across the room. You straddle his lap and plant your hands firmly on his chest under his shirt. He lines himself up to your dripping entrance and you slide down slowly, nails digging into his perfect pecs the further down you get. One of his hands grips at your hip in a similar fashion, creating half moon marks on your skin. The other has found its way to your clit rubbing it in the way he knows drives you crazy.

Soon you’ve adjusted to his size. You grind down experimentally, causing him to release yet another delicious whine. You taunt him with slow pumps and figure of eights with your hips. Soon he can’t take it anymore, choosing to torture you in return. His ministrations on your clit quicken, making it hard for you to concentrate. The coil in your stomach is pulling tighter and tighter. You’re moaning like a bitch in heat, desperate to reach your end.

As soon as he feels you release, he flips you, driving into you hard and fast. His own orgasm not far off but determined to overstimulate you before he came. You were crying by the time he decides you had enough. He slows his thrusts. His orgasm hits you a little too hard and you yelp as he buries himself deep inside of you. He stills for a while, recovering as he softens inside of you.

“It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve done this Jagi.” His eyes are starting to droop as he falls on to the pillows beside you, cuddling you close to him. You think about it and realise just how long it had been.

“Nearly two months…” you’re both shocked at the revelation but it makes sense, comeback had kept Jin busy and you wanted to give him space.

“Well that explains the fight, sexual tension can make you do crazy things” he kisses your forehead and wraps you up tighter in his arms.

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bangbaptan · 7 years

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BTS Reactions To Realizing They’ve Fallen In Love

♡Seokjin♡:

It was one night when Jin held you against him that he wondered out loud, “I think I’m falling in love with you Y/N.” Caught off guard by his words it took you a few moments to realize what exactly he had just said. By the time you registered what he had said, he was already talking again, “Actually, no. I’m already in love with you.” All you could do was stare up at him, speechless.

“Y/N? Did you forget to breath?” He laughed as he carefully observed your reaction, “I know hearing these words coming from someone as handsome as me is pretty life-changing but please say something.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his usual cockiness, “I love you too you big narcissist.” He shot you a pearly white smile, “I love you so much that I’m willing to admit that you just might be as attractive as me.” You playfully punched him, “shut up before I take the words back.” It was hard to sleep that night for the two of you, both of you overwhelmed by happiness and affection.

♡Yoongi♡:

Yoongi wasn’t the type to fall in love easily so the words, “I love you” were often reserved for when he was absolutely sure. He was incredibly pensive the day you said those words to him. He knew you had been slightly hurt that he hadn’t returned them but he couldn’t bring himself to until he was positive he felt the same. He didn’t want the words to be empty. Did he love you? He knew you were important to him. It wasn’t until he considered a life without you that he knew. A life without you would be dull. Without realizing, you had become the light of his life and he didn’t think life would be as interesting or fun without you in it. Sure of his feelings he wasted no time in calling you. He didn’t even let you say hello before he said,

“I love you Y/N. I wanted to be sure of it before I said anything but I love you, I really do.”

♡Namjoon♡:

It seemed as everybody but himself could tell that Namjoon was in love. It was painfully obviously in just the way he acted, talked and did anything really. He always seemed to be in an extremely good mood and a smile would tug at his lips at the mere mention of your name. Lyrics seemed to come more naturally than usual; there always seemed to be a song playing in his head. When he finally came to terms with his feelings and he found that he could no longer ignore them, he wanted to make sure that the moment he told you was special. So, he waited. He waited in hopes of the right moment presenting itself but it never came. After all, it was in those small seemingly insignificant moments that he had fallen. So he’d never imagine that the moment he’d told you would be right after he had slipped and fallen on a patch of ice. Having been too busy listening to you he completely disregarded his surroundings and before he knew it he was falling. It was your immediate burst of laughter that drew the words, “I love you.”

♡Hoseok♡:

It was hard to take Hoseok seriously when he said “I love you” due to his already affectionate personality. However, Hoseok wasn’t one who took those type of words lightly. Sure he said them a lot but it wasn’t something he’d say without being sure. He knew he was in love with you when he realized just exactly how much you understood him and made him happy. Despite his outer sunshine facade, he was human and there were times when he was down but continued the act to not let it affect those around him. You were quick to figure him out though and just knowing how well you could read him would fill him with an affection that he’d naturally start to feel happy again. So when he saw the slight doubt in your eyes at hearing the three words, he placed a hand on each of your shoulders and looked right into your eyes, “I love you Jagiya, I’m being serious.” The sincerity you felt through his eyes left you breathless and you felt silly for not having taken the words seriously the first time.

♡Jimin♡:

The sudden realization that he was in love with you hit Jimin like a ton of bricks during one of your dates. Nothing particularly special happened to have sparked it but he was sure of it. You were walking hand in hand when you suddenly felt Jimin stiffen. You turned to him concerned, “are you okay?” He was visibly flushed and flustered at your sudden attention and you wondered if he was getting a fever. You reached a hand up to feel his forehead but he caught your hand mid-air and pulled it to his mouth giving it a kiss before letting go. You were surprised by the sudden act that all you could do was stare up at him quietly waiting for him to explain himself. He was incredibly shy but he managed to get the words out, “I love you Y/N. I wasn’t sure of whether I should tell you or not but I wanted you to know.”

“Is that why you were acting so weird? I love you too Jimin,” you said with a smile as you placed a hand of each of his cheeks and kissed him. He was shy and giggly the entire date after his confession.

♡Taehyung♡:

It was right after a concert that Taehyung pulled you into his arms and began littering your face with kisses saying “I love you,” with each one. The words had left his mouth on impulse but it didn’t take him long to realize that they were true. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to become aware of his feelings. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t recall the exact moment he had fallen in love with you. All that mattered was that he knew now. Pulling away from you he had the biggest smile on his face as he looked at you with soft eyes, “ My God, I really am in love with you Y/N.” His smile only grew as he saw your face light up at the words. You returned the words within seconds. He was incredibly clingy that day.

♡Jungkook♡:

He didn’t recognize the signs at first; the lingering feeling of loss he felt when you weren’t around, the incredible rush he got from seeing you smile. It wasn’t until he saw you cry that it clicked. Never before had he felt such empathy towards a person. It was as if he had been hurt himself. When he arrived at your apartment and you opened the door face flushed, tears staining your cheeks he wanted nothing more than to take the pain away. He was quick to envelop you in a hug and calm your hiccups with sweet words. Being certain of his feelings he couldn’t stop himself from blurting, “I love you Y/N.” Instead of feeling embarrassed, he felt relieved.

Your sniffling stopped at once as you pulled away from his hug to take a glance at his face. Your eyes were wide and you couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of his mouth nor the amount of joy they filled you with. Your worries had all seemed to disappear as you broke out a big smile, “I love you too Jungkook.” You were met with a small adorable grin.

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