#tender well thought well worded answer than could stick with him for a while and comfort him.

[berrymegently]

it's raining so hard the windows are about to come off neck hurts tummy hurts freezing my nuts off as well.... when will the agony ever end

[dmitriene]

THOUGHTS ABOUT SIMON WITH CLINGY GF.

cw: fluff, comfort, slighty suggestive, clingy behavior, intimacy, mentions of sex, many cuddles, established relationship pairing: bf simon riley x gf fem reader

authors note: just something little and silly before the fic i will post in the weekends

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

simon was literally perfect for cuddling with, a wide body chiseled by army training, countless missions and his complex past, voluminous biceps and broad shoulders, toned and slightly hard muscles that became more than limp with time, age, and your comfort.

the muscles of his abdomen became softer and softer each time and even had a little fat on them, not like something bad, on the contrary, it was one of the most comfortable pillows in the world, quite often you lay on his stomach while resting, noticing how periodically he tensed and his muscles became harder under you before relaxing, his wide fingers tangled in your hair.

hugs with him were pleasant, as if being in the paws of a bear — pressing into his round, vast chest, causing him some embarrassment and hoarse coughs, but one way or another he would still circle you with his hands, squeezing carefully, as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt you, pressing himself into the top of your head, gently and hoarsely muttering, allowing you to feel how his chest rumbles — «feeling comfy, love?»

the answer is always the same, — «mhm, yeah», whenever the question is asked and at what time, you felt more than comfortable around him, literally sticking to him, your hands were always on him — hugging, feeling, stroking his tense muscles before starting to massage them, tracing his scars on his naked torso when you lay together in bed or washed, allowing you to look at the scattering of different types of traces of his past and outline each one, linking your fingers with them like constellations.

simon loved your behavior, oh, he more than adored the feeling of how you clinged to him and hugged him — his muscles went limp and any worries literally evaporated as soon as you touched him in an affectionate, gentle manner, as if your whole being was focused on him, to him, it's seems that you touch him like a fragile figurine, because most of the touches he has experienced are rough handshakes, slaps on the back or shoulder, the barrel of a gun near his temple.

you were the epicenter of his love and tenderness, when you first started dating and he contacted you, simon was ready to swear that every word of love and touch brought him almost to tears, something inside him was constantly tingling and responding, screaming, like an inner child — no matter how hardened a soldier is, there is a fragility hidden within him, masked and covered by roughness, and simon more than deserved to open up and allow himself to feel, cry, love, and laugh.

moving on from the sad, most of your time was spent in the bedroom — not counting the typical activities after which the neighbors complained about the noise, and the sheets needed to be changed from wet spots, and not to mention your wobbly legs and bucking knees, as well as a slight burning between your legs from how his tongue, fingers, and girthy cock spent a lot of time in your aching cunt.

you often lay in an embrace just relaxing, be it regular days or the days after he returned from deployment, or while watching tv whose position in the bedroom was quite comfortable, you had freedom of action both to watch your favorite programs and to snuggle up to his muscular, voluminous thigh — pressing your cheek into hardened softness and wrapping two arms around him, squeezing his leg until simon practically fell asleep, leaning on the headboard and soft pillows, lazily combing through your hair and stroking your head, your ear and your cheek, relishing in softness, mumbling somehow thoughtfully and sleepily — «you're so soft, lovie, bloody squishy toy»

a loud giggle escapes your lips at his words as you nuzzle into his thigh before lifting yourself up and crawling towards his arm as he lifts it for you, allowing you to position yourself so that he can wrap his arms around you, burying your face in the softness of his chest, while you whisper — «mm, you're soft too, si»

he frowns slightly, grumbles a little tiredly before squeezing you tighter, completely relaxed while crumpling your body in his arms over your clothes, content with the softness under his rough fingers before muttering — «'m not»

— «you are, you're soft, i can cuddle with you like if hugging a bea — ah!» you don’t have time to finish your sentence, pressing into his chest and looking at his closed eyes with fluttering light eyelashes when he pinches you over your clothes, it still hurts a little, though, before he is patting this place as if in pity when you let out a squeak and a whimper, but actually forgetting about the pain immediately when he scoops you even closer to his body and commands a little sternly, using his lieutenant tone — «shush it, be good and lay obediently, eh?»

and who in their right mind would refuse such, roughly speaking, request?

no one, so you calmly relax, and, finding yourself literally squished in his arms, you allow your eyelids to become heavy for a brief moment and fall asleep with him, burying yourself in the top of his hair while he fidgeted slightly against the softness of your chest with a relaxed sigh and quiet snoring, limp next to you and squeezing his arms around your waist like a lock, surrendering to a short moment of sleep and the comfort of your presence nearby, even if your hands periodically squeeze his chest area, just by accident.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

omgomg okay you have to hear me out i’m having a moment rn😭…

tangerine x reader where reader is like insecure about something and he’s just like girl wtf i love you what do you mean???

i will drop to my knees and cry happy tears if u can make this work😔

hii!! I love this🥹 I haven’t had many tan requests for a while, I was worried you guys stopped liking him😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

reassurance

tangerine x f reader

wc || 652

warnings || none? just fluff

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Some days, you felt comfortable within yourself. Others, not so much. Unfortunately, today was one of those days. 

Tangerine had reserved a table at a nice restaurant outside the city for tonight's date. He'd always make a deal about it, buy you flowers, compliment you, pull your chair out, all the other chivalrous acts he does so well. Dates like these were something you did regularly, but tonight, you did not want to go. You didn't even want to leave the house. 

You wanted to stick it out, do it for your boyfriend. You knew these dates meant a lot to him, so you didn't want to disappoint him. 

You finish up in the shower, wringing the water from your hair as you walk into your joint bedroom. You aimlessly flick through the dresses in your wardrobe, seeing if anything catches your interest, but nothing does. You don't want to wear any of them. Recently you've been feeling a little more insecure than usual, so the thought of going out tonight was not something you could stomach.

You sit down at the edge of the bed and allow yourself some time to calm down, some moments to reassure yourself, but when you glance at the mirror opposite you, all that goes out the window.

"Honey?" Tangerine calls out behind the door, "We gotta be there at eight. You nearly ready?" 

"Okay," you reply flatly, mentally scolding yourself. "Yeah, ready soon," you lie, raking your fingers through your wet hair.

"You alright?" he asks, his tone soft.

"Yeah," you lie again, patting yourself dry with the towel.

"Don't sound like it. Can I come in?" Tangerine questions, not fully believing you.

"Um- I'm naked," you say, panicked.

He lightly laughs from behind the door. "I'm sure I'll manage. Can I come in? I want to see you,"

"Yeah," you mumble in defeat.

"You're not ready," he says, his tone sounding like a question as he stares at you.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," you reply, avoiding his gaze. "Don't need that long," you partially lie.

"What's going on?" he asks, noticing the uneasy expression on your face.

You shrug indifferently. "Nothing," lie.

"No, I recognise that face," he frowns, walking towards you. "What's going on, sweetheart?" he asks softly, kneeling between your legs. 

You shrug once more, deterring from his admiration-filled gaze.

"Love..." he gently pushes, his hands sweetly circling your bare knee.

"I feel ugly," you mutter, staring at the door to avoid his soft blue eyes.

"What?" his head cocks, his features pulling together, looking as though he's confused. "Ugly?"

You don't respond. You meekly nod as you fidget with your fingers. 

"Why would you think that?" he questions, his tone full of sincerity. He props himself higher so that his face is in line with yours. His warm palms cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "Don't ever talk about yourself that way again, you hear me? You are beyond beautiful," his words are firm yet tender, his softened eyes locked on yours. "You are so beautiful," he kisses the tip of your nose. 

He pulls away. His fingers brush the wet strands behind your ear with his eyes focused on you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. "That why you don't want to go out?" he asks, sounding like he knew the answer.  

"Sorry,"

"No, love. Don't be," he smiles. "I'll cancel," he says matter-of-factly, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "I don't want you doing something you don't want to. We can get McDonald's for all I care," he chuckles, trying to ease you.

"Really?"

"Really," he nods before kissing you. "Can't be fucked to wear a suit and be around a bunch of posh pricks anyway,"

You snicker, already feeling better about the situation.

"Put on some joggers or summat. And we'll get a maccies?" he offers, sweetly smiling at you.

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[owl-of-fandom]

written for @drarrymicrofic‘s prompt: runaway by the corrs

this is the happy ending we have all been waiting for! you can find the other parts here (part 1 | part 2 | part 3) you can also find the whole thing on ao3 here thank you so much for being patient and sticking around for this 🫶🏻 I hope you like it! 🩷

wc: 1634

He’s so nervous. He knows Draco wrote in his letter not to contact him. He wants to respect his wishes, but he can’t just leave it like this. He’s mad about Draco. And he never even got to tell him.

If, after this, Draco really doesn’t want him, it will be fine. His heart will be broken, even more than it is right now, but he will leave Draco alone.

Harry just got back from the most humane and mutual breakup he could have imagined. Ginny only needed to look at him and they both knew it was over. She made it so easy for him.

But that doesn’t matter now. All that matters is to get to Draco.

His heart is pounding madly in his chest, as Harry knocks on the familiar door. There’s no answer, so he knocks again. And again.

Oh god, what will he do if Draco’s not home? What if he’s out? Or on a date? His heart drops and for a second he contemplates going home. But his flat is cold and empty and the thought of having to go back there fills him with dread. If he’s being completely honest with himself, for the last few months he hasn’t really felt at home in his own flat. When he thinks of home the image of Draco’s flat comes to mind. The image of Draco, mostly. It has for a while. He can’t believe he didn’t realise before.

Finally he can hear a commotion from inside. Draco is home and grumbling as he approaches the door.

Then suddenly the door is yanked open and Draco stands there, looking furious for the fracture of a second. The grumbling stops and his face falls. His eyes turn impossibly huge.

“Harry.” Draco’s voice rings through Harry and for the first time in days he feels like he can breathe again. A weight is lifted off of him, that he wasn’t even aware was pulling him down.

“Hi,” Harry says. He feels foolish. How can hi capture what he means to say?

Draco looks adorable with his thick duvet wrapped around his lithe frame. He must have been in bed already.

Shit, Harry thinks sheepishly. He hasn’t even considered Draco being in bed. Hopefully he hasn’t woken him up.

“Hi,” Draco echoes. His eyes are still wide, his expression unreadable. Just now Harry realises how red his beautiful grey eyes are. Something twists in his stomach. He wants to hold Draco, console him, make everything right again. But he doesn’t know yet if he’s allowed to.

“Can I come in?” he asks instead.

Draco opens the door wider but he doesn’t step aside. A ray of different emotions flash across his face, too quick to name any of them. His face hardens, becomes all pointy and aristocratic again. Harry barely recognises the man he fell in love with.

“Draco?” Harry wills his voice to be gentle, careful and tries to put as much emotion as possible into it.

“No. No, I can’t let you in.” Draco says, quietly, but determined.

“You –“          

“No. I can’t. I’m not … I can’t. Please, leave me alone.” Draco looks so sad. Harry is almost sure there are new tears welling up in his eyes.

“Draco,” Harry sighs. “Please. Hear me out.”

Draco wraps the duvet tighter around himself, folding his arms in front of his chest.

“I don’t want to hear how you miss me. And let you back in only so you can slip out in the early morning hours and go back to her. I don’t want to hear all of your empty promises. I don’t want you anymore.” He spits his last words. His red-rimmed eyes spark fire. Angry tears spill and roll down his cheeks.

“Draco,” Harry says again. Tender and soft. “I love you,” he says helplessly.

“You – what?”

“I love you.” Harry takes a tentative step forward. He reaches out a hand to cradle Draco's face, wipe away the tears, but drops it again, as Draco flinches away from him.

“I’m sorry,” he goes on. “I never should have kept you a secret. I never should have brought you into the situation you were in. It wasn’t fair to you. Or to Gin.” Draco winces slightly at the name and Harry feels another wave of guilt wash over him. How could it have taken him so long to realise the harm he was doing?

“I know now how wrong I was. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry,” he repeats.

“So,” Draco speaks slowly, carefully, “you’re here to what? Apologise?”

“Yes.” He can see, how Draco’s face falls, just barely, but noticeable to someone who knows Draco as much as he does.

“But also,” he hastens so say, “I miss you. I need you. Draco I’m in love with you. I love you. Please, don’t give up on us. Don’t give up on me.”

Draco sighs. Then he turns around and walks back into his flat, leaving the door open. “I’m making tea,” he announces.

Harry follows, relief washing through him, as he closes the door behind him and finally allows himself to hope.

Only a few minutes later, they sit at Draco’s tiny kitchen table, each of them with a steaming cup of tea in front of them. The smell comforts Harry more than he thought it would. The situation seems so mundane. How many times did he sit right here and have tea with Draco in companionable silence?

Harry watches Draco’s long fingers wrap around the mug. He blows into the steam and takes a tiny first sip, burning his tongue, like he always does.

“Harry,” he breaks the silence eventually. Harry’s head whips up and he tears his eyes away from Draco’s hands.

“I meant what I wrote,” he says. “And I don’t expect to change my mind.”

“But I –“

“You love me, yes. So you��ve said.” Draco winces slightly at the words. “But that doesn’t really change anything.”

“I broke up with Ginny,” Harry blurts. He didn’t want to say it like this. But it terrifies him that he might have to leave here again. Might have to be without Draco after all.

Draco looks at him, all shocked and wide-eyed. His hand with the tea mug stays frozen in the air, halfway to his lips.

“I broke up with her and I love you. I want to be with you. I – please. Draco, darling. Please give me another chance.”

“You. You did what?” he stammers. With a thunk he puts his mug back down on the table, the tea inside sloshes precariously high and just barely doesn’t spill.

“I broke up with Ginny,” Harry repeats weakly.

“Why?”

“Because I want to be with you. I love you.” He knows he will say it as many times as Draco needs to hear it. He’ll be lucky if he gets to tell him for the rest of his life.

“You want to be with me?” Draco echoes. His façade crumbles and finally Harry can see the man he loves so much. His grey eyes soften, he pulls his legs up and under himself and his fingers begin to fiddle with the hem of his duvet. Finally he stops holding himself so stiff and allows his body to be comfortable.

“More than anything,” Harry confesses. He reaches out and gently cups Draco’s cheek, just like he longed to do ever since he got here. Warmth spreads in his chest as Draco leans into his touch instead of flinching away.

Draco takes his hand and holds it in his own, intertwining their fingers.

“What about the press? Your friends? They won’t like you being … with me.”

Draco shudders visibly.

Harry moves around the table, without letting go of Draco’s hand, so he can sit beside him. He puts an arm around his shoulders and pulls him closer, duvet and all, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“I don’t care. Draco, there’s nothing like the feeling of being with you. We can run away together if you want to. Be somewhere nobody knows us and start anew. I don’t care as long as I’m with you.” As he speaks, Harry feels the words ring true. He’d go wherever Draco wants to be.

“I love you. And I will keep loving you. As long as you want me.”

“Are you sure?” Draco asks. He looks up, from where he has his head leaned against Harry’s shoulder, his face soft with vulnerability.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve fallen in love with you. And I’m never going to stop falling deeper in love with you. If you want me?” he can’t help himself but intone the last words as a question.

Draco begins shaking against Harry’s chest. In a panic, Harry goes through everything he just said and tries to find out what it was that hurt Draco, that made him cry.

He opens his mouth to trail back, to apologise, whatever it is that Draco needs right now. But then he realises Draco isn’t crying. He’s laughing.

Harry swallows. His heart plummets, his stomach drops.

Draco pulls away giggling, but stops abruptly as he notices the look on Harry’s face.

“Oh Harry,” Draco murmurs. He cups Harry’s face. His warm palm feels grounding and comforting against his cheek. Involuntarily Harry leans into the touch.

“Of course I want you. I love you, too, you sap.” He grins broadly. Harry doesn’t remember the last time Draco looked this happy. He’s not sure he ever saw him grin like this. He does his best to match the enthusiasm with his own smile.

“Can I kiss you now?” he asks, already pulling Draco closer by the collar.

“Please,” Draco murmurs against his lips. He tastes of milky tea. And home.

[ct7567scyarika]

Alright, I got my first One-Shot done for the “12 Days of Life Day” event, hosted by pickleprickle which you can find here!

Day 1: Mittens

Era: Star Wars the Old Republic (SWtOR), sometime shortly after Class Story ends but before the expansions.

Pairing: Vim “Wildfi’re” (Female Trooper OC) / Aric Jorgan

You can click the Ao3 or read below! Super short, but these will get longer as I get back into my “groove”, so to speak.

Also, during writing this, I thought about starting to try to reference Christmas specials during this and thought about “It’s Christmas Again, Charlie Brown.” The scene where Charlie Brown talks about getting gloves for Peggy-Jean because he wants her hands tied stay warm. (And she’s red-headed so accidental big brain)

Death’s cold fingers brushed against Aric’s face. He jerked back from the tender motion and his wife, also his commanding officer, furrowed her brows and pressed her lips.

“What’s up with you?” she asked, taking full offense.

“What’s up with me,” he responded, grabbing her hands before they could fully retreat and tightening his hold a little when she effortlessly tried to withdraw more, “is that the last time my face felt something so cold was when the snow was sticking on it back on Hoth.” Like other cathar, his body was covered in short hair. While it did provide him with more warmth than some other sentients, it could not shield him from the frigid touch of the human flesh. He shifted pressure through his fingers against her smaller hands, catching how her body relaxed in a silent sigh. “How can someone go by the nickname ‘Wildfi’re’ and have skin like ice?”

“Balance,” was her matter-of-fact answer as she laced her fingers with his. “Sort of applying what the Jedi teach, yeah?”

“How does balance relate to having cold hands?”

“Well, there’s the whole light and dark parts of the Force, bringing balance. In my case, firey nickname, temper, weapon,” she nodded to her meticulously placed flamethrowers on her nightstand, “something’s got to help me keep my cool. Until you showed your Pretty Face, I guess that was my body regulation.”

He rolled his eyes both at the nickname and the reason. Granted she did have more encounters with the Jedi than he did and she had close relationships with those who understood or used the Force; however, all that time conversing with those experts did not aid in presenting her case. It was an astounding puzzle that she could find the right words to rally allies, create a clear plan for an operation, sometimes sway the mindsets of opponents, or find sharp words in verbal combat, but that eloquence was often lost when on the defensive side of a trivial argument.

“Right… I don’t believe they mean it in the way that you described it.” His amused half-smile softened as she brought his hands to her face, planting gentle kisses on his knuckles as she continued the casual conversation.

“Regardless, what we can agree on is that I wear my armored gloves the majority of the time. Physical contact with my skin in our line of work is usually limited between any downtime or hand-to-hand training. You don’t seem to complain about how cold I am very often during either of those activities.”

“I don’t complain much because both activities usually involve some sort of physical exertion that increases body temperature, Vim.” He gave her a look in response to her sheepish grin, caught in trying to redirect her first poor point with another. “Any other time, like when I’m just trying to hold your hands, I say something because it feels like I’m grabbing a snowball.” At this, she brought his hands from her lips to nuzzle them with her cheek. Part of him wondered if she was trying to use her affections as a distraction.

This kiss on his wrist confirmed that, yes, she was doing it with the partial intention that she knew it worked. He lost track of his thoughts as her emerald gaze flashed up toward him, the Coruscant sun, nearing its setting, reflected a warm glow. The golden light highlighted both her hair and the ochre fur on his hands, but while it merely emphasized lighter tones on him, it haloed her wavy red locks in a flaming radiance. The sleeveless turtleneck revealed her skin, scarred by many battles and sprinkled with freckles. Arms that were firmly toned and soft to the touch. His wife, a marvelous blend of beauty and strength.

“Aric.”

He blinked, raising his brows. She repeated her question. “What do you recommend, then? Keep my gloves on?” Her eyes were searching him, she leaned in a little more to catch his answer.

“No, but, I have an occasional solution.” He eased his hands away from her hold, moving to grab a very small bag he had tucked away in one of the nightstands. “A Life Day gift.” Upon receiving the gift, her expression shifted from curiosity to a confused smile.

“Mittens?” she rubbed her thumbs against the soft, fuzzy texture. “I appreciate it Aric, but how are these really different than gloves, other than the material and being almost completely fingerless?”

“The difference,” he began as he reached to start sliding one of the mittens on her (reword), “is that those gloves are to protect your hands. The sole purpose of these is to keep your hands warm.” Once the mittens were on, a muffled clap sounded as he clasped his hands over hers.

“And to protect your face?”

“Maybe,” he smirked. “The goal is to retain enough heat so when you do remove them to touch me, there’s less risk of frostbite.” His smirk grew as she scrunched her nose.

“Taking every chance to tease your commanding officer? Very unprofessional.”

“Sure, among all the unprofessional actions going between us, that’s the top offender.” He paused to gather his thoughts. Frequently, Aric had no trouble finding the right words when he wanted to speak his mind, nor did he find it hard to be blunt. When it came to more… sentimental matters, that was where he struggled. His way of showcasing fondness spoke in his actions and a lot of that involved making sure to stay on top of those he cared about to make sure they were to fight and defend; to survive. He had gotten better with Vim, getting more comfortable with using more tender words, however, he still needed a moment to ponder how he wanted to say this. Thankfully, Vim was patient.

The sarcasm melted into a softer tone as he continued to speak. “In this line of work, it’s a call to a life of fighting, hardships, getting messy, taking lives, there’s nothing soft or warm about it.” He took a few steps towards her, guiding her to take a couple of careful steps backward until she sat at the foot of the bed, all while he still held to her hands. “But hey, consider this a small comfort to bring on journeys between missions.”

He reached a hand to brush his knuckles against her cheek, to which she responded by tilting her head against it, and then he curled his fingers into a light fist to tuck under her cheek, lifting her head slightly. The somber, steady sniper felt butterflies in his stomach at the look of adoration in her eyes. They had grown mutual respect as they had worked together, rebuilding Havoc Squad, but he would never know what he did to earn such affection.

“I also want something to keep your hands warm when I’m not around,” he whispered. The implications were dark, but this was their reality. She sighed, and he furrowed her brows as she pressed her lips together.

“Aw, Aric, this gift may give small comfort but it takes my excuse to hold your hand.” She couldn’t keep the disappointed facade, her smiling breaking free again. He smirked again.

“I doubt it has. By all means, keep trying to make those excuses. Just do so before grabbing my face.”

“Fine, fine I got the point,” she rolled her eyes. Her hands slid from the mittens, reaching up in a second attempt to cradle his cheeks; this time he allowed the touch and to be lured downward. Half-opened gazes were shared before closing, their hovering lips closing the distance.

[court-jobi]

A Scar and its Story

Pairing: Thorin x Tessa (Modern OC)

Words: 1,836

Ratings: Teen & Up

Warnings: (TW: for descriptions of face scarring, just in case)

Summary: She could only liken this feeling to a few things: and not many of those were things any soul here in Middle Earth could understand. Anyone who’s ever been in a car accident has trouble getting behind the wheel for the first few times, right? ‘Well, anyone except for Thorin if he knew how to drive. He’s not scared of anything.' This line of thinking got Tessa through watching each of her Dwarven friends heal. But the whiplash, the pains the mind and body remembers, and especially its scars… those seemed hard for her to forget-- even as she looks at Thorin's face and its new story to tell.

A/N: As if Thorin could ever be anything but beautiful in her eyes... Tessa still worries over the scar Thorin has- and what it reminds her of. Set after the events of 'Better Angels' if you've not yet checked it out! Not required, but fun to enjoy sequentially. Thank you for the likes and comments for my OC already! Tessa and Thorin send their love~

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Tessa really tries not to, but her eye drifts to the scar on Thorin’s forehead. 

Following Dwalin to the infirmary she'd gone pale and showed a worried eye in front of the healers that she couldn't hide in time. Based on how bloody it had been– seeing the King unconscious when she first gone to see him after the Battle- the worry from all sides was understandable. Everyone was concerned for him, chiefly his nephews. Though in her mind, the sight of all of her dearest friends in pain hurt Tessa for far longer than the few weeks for their war wounds to settle into scars.

It's hard not to remember that day; even as lovely as it was to be honest about her feelings for him... Things were still fragile, tender, and it was growing into something more each day. Thorin carried on so beautifully; regally, and in perfect stride once he could walk again.

And she’s never said a word on it; perhaps to her detriment. Maybe that's why it's still hard to speak of it.

The only time Thorin himself mentioned looking this way in recovery was when he assured her, 

'Dwarves wear their scars as leopards their spots. I was bound to earn some of my own, one day.' 

Thorin does say it like a thing of pride. When others hearken to it, their joshing praises gives him a devilish quirk of his now split brow, knowing it as a loud and proud claim ‘he won’.

…but that very fact is what flitters around– unsettled in her stomach. For Tessa? She knows it as a sign of just how close she was to losing him . Time and some emotional distance away from the Battle brought her to push those thoughts far from her mind for a while.

But that changed today.

"Have I misplaced soot on my face?" Thorin asks, bemused.

Thorin caught her staring and she was nearly too shy to admit it,

"Oh, no!" Tessa gently brushes his coat lapel back, along with his hair in a corralling gesture. "It's just--" 

Tessa stopped herself, and lied. 

"-- I'm just happy to see you."

To see you. To be seeing you, everyday. 

A month ago, that hope of seeing Thorin Oakenshield alive and well had been stamped to near-embers. 

"It's my joy to see you, too~" Thorin takes her hand to kiss it; yet she avoids looking while he does so. "... Though, I think that look in your eye is far from joyful." 

A guilty pang caused Tessa to force a smile onto her face, 

"Gosh.. I didn't mean to worry you."

In a moment, she turns self conscious which Thorin reads, too– he clue? She stopped walking. 

Thorin is seeking some sort of answer as he watches for her next words. The way he looks at her so intently– fishing for some reason why she’s hedging away from him when she’s done nothing but look for a way to stick by his side over the past weeks, relearning the Mountain together… 

Tessa knows this change of character must look odd to someone like him. She hated this feeling.

Thorin noticed her flit a glance to the hall behind him; with a tip of his head to block her view, he redirects in her line of sight. Right back to him.

"We have time, Sanâzyun.” Thorin eases with those happy high brows, “What troubles you?" 

Honesty it is … 

Steeling her nerve and pulling up all the calm she can offer, Tessa squared up to Thorin for closeness. Confident enough they weren’t going to have an audience around… she braved the chance and held onto his hand.

"Everyone sees this as a warning:” Tessa combed back Thorin’s part with a few fingers; only light enough for a quick touch, “-A less-than-gentle reminder, should anyone dare try to test a king so great as you. As they should, obviously . No matter who you ask, the sight of a new scar is the same; they see it as a badge of honor.”

Tessa swallowed her hidden truth, thick in her mouth. 

“But…I catch it in the light sometimes, too. And I'm afraid I don’t see it that way. All I can see is… well… how close I was to never–"

See you again – Tessa buries the thought, burns it. That’s certainly something she can't say out loud without crying. 

"--It's my saving grace," she recovers gently, "-whenever I look at you. I remember that shit-show of a day, and that, to see you with it now means we got to the other side. But it doesn’t really– I don’t know–” Tessa floundered, “I know that should be a good thing- is a good thing! I should just celebrate it with everyone else! Hindsight 'should' give us comfort, right?... 

Thorin glanced to their joined hands, then back up to Tessa with a look- between confusion and pity and that look of desperation when he tried to follow along with her rabbit trails.

Tessa could only liken this feeling to a few things: and not many of those were things anyone in Middle Earth could understand. Anyone who’s ever been in a car accident has trouble getting behind the wheel for the first few times, right? ‘Well, anyone except for Thorin if he knew how to drive. He’s not scared of anything,’ Tessa thought. 

Knowing the analogy would be fruitless, Tessa just shook her head, sighing her own insecurity away.

"After all the time y’all spent getting here, it was hard seeing you like that, after fighting. Close calls scare me, Thorin. Especially when it comes to you."

 " My… ” Thorin ponders this. “The mark– it pains you?

 Tessa’s lip quirks. Not necessarily, but what she does feel strikes a chord of longing.

 "Pain's a strong word.” Tessa confides, “--but, close enough." 

No one was in earshot, but still she glanced about for any prying eyes.

His face is deadly serious, likely feeling he missed something gravely important.

"I did not know you felt this way..."

"Because it's silly! And selfish– so of course, I never brought it up."

Thorin’s hand tightened on hers,

 "You are not selfish."

"I mean over voicing any fussing over it.” A hand refreshed her own part while she kept her pm interlocked with his, “I figured saying anything comes off as vain, which isn't my issue at all with it. Yours is the one opinion who matters, not mine.”

'Its not like you could ever be less beautiful to me…'

Despite her fighting it against the memories of a bleeding and gashed Thorin, mist flooded Tessa’s eyes– even through her light laugh. 

Thorin called her by name, “Look at me, please.”

She sniffs back and meets his eyes again. Squared up to her again, Thorin came to hold her hands in both of his.

“You know I don’t give a single care what I may look like…” The dwarf shared with low comfort in his voice, as he confided to her just the same as he would a dear friend, “Even if I were left completely marred after The Ice, I would do nothing but speak of it; and show my grateful heart to anyone who will hear, for my second chance to live . Truly live. To lead the dwarrow who saw me through the darkness I faced to a better life. And be happy I’m alive at all…”

But as he continued to reason with what she just told him, Thorin processed her different, caring point of view,

“You say you are glad enough for this, and– for that I’m touched, but please know...the scar I carry means more to my people than just a reminder of a foul fight. And even more to me.”

Thorin brushes her eyes of the emotion at bay, watching her settle into a look transfixed on him. 

"Not a day passes... that I don't thank Mahal for honoring my wish on Ravenhill."

Tessa couldn't trust her voice’s watery delivery, but had to ask…

"What wish was that?" 

"To live past the morning light. So that I may tell those I care for, the things I'd not said before..." 

"And what things are those?" 

And with the unspoken circling the air between them -under the staggered placement of blue-flaming lanterns of the upper thoroughfare they stood upon, Thorin cups Tessa’s cheek– and draws her into a hug speaking directly to her ear.

"That you are not selfish , Tessa. You've not the bone in your body. " 

In turn, Tessa squeezes into his arms, and sinks.

Away from Thorin's gaze in the nest of his hair, the most fanciful of thoughts screamed in Tessa's mind, begging to be let out. To sort them out, she simply closed her eyes. 

Perhaps it was the cheesiest, romantic thing she'd ever thought to say, but something told her the men of this world wouldn't mind. Middle Earth is a place of the greatest folklore, but surely they had their own children's stories, too. And perhaps they didn't glorify these small marks as the testaments of their greatness, but maybe to show just how much he means to her, Tessa can try her hardest to relate to Erebor's people– to tell of the pride she has in her King...

"Thorin?"

"Yes."

Tessa swallowed her nerve,

"You-- know you're the stuff of fairy tales, right? You have to know that."

Thorin remained quiet- maybe puzzled more than anything. Inside, the tremor in Tessa’s chest was only stilled by the fact her dwarf still held her close. His head had turned, perhaps waiting for her to explain.

So, still locked in Thorin’s arms, Tessa turned in and released her guts to him: wedged by that soft point next to his ear, careful of her volume.

"Balin said," Tessa had to smile, "the stories are already going around about you: 'only a matter of time before it's set to song', like all the famous living legends are. I know you'll probably hate me saying this... but I do agree with him.

"I grew up with fairy tales too, dozens upon dozens of them– I haven't even told you them all, yet... But I think yours is the greatest one I've ever heard.” 

At her words, Thorin’s paused the sway he'd set them in. Surprised, to the point of heartache.

Tessa smirked, and threw light into her voice before she could risk looking him in the eye:

“N'who gets to say they've seen their hero save the day with their own eyes?" Tessa buried a bit into his hair, " Much less get the greatest hugs they've ever had in their life from them…"

A huff of something sweet and shy passed Tessa’s sapphire-stitched shoulder, then she heard the King’s voice just as gentle turn to talk into her ear,

"Your victor, am I?"

A short, affirmative hum.

"The Mountain's.. or truly yours?"

The massive smith’s hand came to curl her waist into him; but Tessa answered fairly,

"I guess I do have to share you ..."

Thorin's answer, practically purred by her ear, " No, you don't ."

Tessa smiled… but one that mellowed when she felt his lips caress her temple, at the same part where he himself now bore a split in the skin,

"As it happens,” Thorin teased beside her, “-you are mine, as well ."

[moonbcrry]

𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅

Hey love! How about smut prompts:

4. Can I touch you?

28. I love seeing you so flustered

For Steve Harrington please? <3

thank you for letting me get the steve horny out bestie <3 turns out ive been waiting for this lmao

cw: fem!reader, shy-inexperienced!reader, handjob, mentions of blowjob, unnecessarily self indulgent, soft dom!steve my beloved <3, also i didn't proof read it its 3am.

𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅

THIS POST IS +18 ONLY, MINORS DNI

you pull away to catch your breath, lips swollen, hands tangled between his curls and he smiles. “hey.”

“hey,” you whisper, his smile warming up your face. your noses touch to each other, breaths mixing, eyes gleaming. you lean onto  his touch when his thumb caresses your cheek, feeling overwhelmed by all the attention he shows you, how much he loves you.

“can i - uhm,” you glance away from him to hide your frustration but your thighs betray you, clenching involuntarily where they've been tangled between steve's. his smile turns into an uptight grin, his other hand squeezing your hip to courage. “can i -” you bite your lip and steve is quick to free your lip from your teeth.

you look at him again when his thumb presses at your lower lip, the stimulating look in his eyes blocking your airline. “can i touch you” you speak as if this was your last breath, witnessing the way his eyes turned darker at your question.

“you already are.”

a hand faintly hits his bare chest, a shy giggle lighting up in his ears, you hide your face to his neck. he couldn't be happier. "you know what i mean."

“nah,” he tuts, “i don't think i do.” he lifts your chin with his index and middle, “could you possibly show me what you meant, miss?”

he's intoxicating. damp hair sticking to his forehead, big brown eyes filled with lust and love, looking down at you with such kindly - like you're fragile and would break if he's not careful enough. deep down you know it's true, just too scared to admit it.

the kiss is sweet at first, slow and tender. soon the savory taste on his lips blends with your sugary lipstick, you hold onto his shoulders with your all strength as steve pulls you deeper into the kiss.

fingers playing with the hem of his underwear, you look at him hopefully. ��is this alright?”

he plants a kiss to your swollen lips “shoot me if i ever say no.” 

he helps you take his underwear down to his knees, and you adjust yourself on the small couch. to look at him better. his cock is sprung to his stomach, hard from your previous make out sessions and teasing. it’s thick and red, veins explicit, giving it an angry look, the precum is gathered at the top - anxiety messes your head while your mouth water at the sight and cunt aches for him.

“start with wrapping your hand around it,” steve informs you when he leans back on the couch, arms sprung, he gets himself comfortable. he has this boyish smile on his face, confident, smug, but relaxing and reassuring at the same time. 

you get the courage you need, wrapping your hand around his base ever so slowly. his brows furrow, mouth taking the shape O. “now spread the precum with your thumb.” you do as he says, obligating his every word whilst watching the effect you had on him, the thought of pleasuring him turning you on more than anything, feeling hungry to see him come for you. 

“oh - fuck!” 

you pull your hands away immediately, fear rushing down at your body. “i’m so sorry, steve. i didn’t mean to -”

“god! c’mere,” he grabs your face with both hands, his red and hot face inches away from yours. he chuckles, “i love seeing you so flustered.” two mouthful of kiss follow his words. 

“you’re not hurt? or uncomfortable,” you ask with a whisper. he answers with kisses again, you don’t complain. 

your lips capture into a shy grin, “that means i can continue?”

“well well, look at my innocent girl,” he whispers on your neck, licking the spot he chose before sucking a love bite there. “she wasn’t so innocent at all.”

you inhale loudly, the light pain leaking on your neck from his teeth sending electricity all over your body. “iwannatakeyouinmymouth.” he sucks harder at your words, making sure you won’t be able to forget your words, even after tomorrow. you moan, hands grabbing the pretty strands on his neck. 

pulling away, he kisses and licks the hickey he gave you. he admires it for a while, like a proud artist. then he smacks your bum lightly, “get on your pretty knees now, wanna see your eyes while you suck me off.”

[littlecherryhuanlin]

The First Snow- Johnny Suh

This story is part of a special series for Christmas, you can follow the updates on the calendar, for more content feel free to check my masterlist.

Word Count: 0.62k

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, established relationship, overwork (implicit), subtle mentions of relationship problems such as lack of quality time and miscommunication.

The smell of hot chocolate invaded Johnny's nostrils while YN placed two cups full of the warm liquid on the table in front of him, a shiver running through his body when his cold hands touched the hot object, the design on the mug making him smile unconsciously reminding him of Jisung, YN soon slipped into the boy's lap, quickly covering herself with a double blanket and picking up her Anna mug that matched his one.

It was relatively cold and any ordinary person would have been locked inside under warm blankets, but not them; Johnny had insisted that they should stay out in the yard waiting for the snow, the one he claimed was coming today. Johnny had checked as many meteorology channels as he could, and if he said he hadn't been over-enthusiastic with most of them agreeing that the snow should arrive that week in Seoul he would be lying.

- We're going to get sick - said the girl taking a sip of the brown liquid and turning around to get a marshmallow from her boyfriend's cup - and I still don't understand why.

- We won't get sick - he placed the cup on the table pulling his girlfriend's hood around, placing it where it should be, and leaving a light touch on her nose - if you dress appropriately for the occasion.

- Occasion? An event in our backyard that we don't even know if it will happen- She said retorting only to have her boyfriend pulling her close while sticking his head in her neck almost making her drop the cup in her hands while muttering what she deduced were contestations to her claims- I still don't understand why you're so obsessed with it, we can watch the snow together anytime.

-That's not true- he huffed pulling away from the girl, they both knew that anything between them had to be meticulously planned due to their schedules and that even simple moments like sitting together had been difficult lately, which led the couple to some disagreements- and it would be different... - YN studied his face carefully, Johnny was definitely worried and invested in the idea of watching the snow with her, slowly the woman leaned towards him as asking him to continue - the first snow is special, now be quiet and look straight ahead.

- Well- the girl let out a little giggle seeing her boyfriend who almost never got frustrated blushing violently and looking away, quickly turning around to check if she wasn't missing anything she turned back to him determined to get an explanation- different how, my love?

- Couples who watch the first snow together stay together- His answer took YN completely off guard, obviously, the girl had heard the saying before, however, she never thought that Johnny believed in it - And I don't want to be separated from you.

Without thinking twice, YN pulled Johnny to her sealing their lips in a tender and affectionate kiss, of course she was also worried about their current situation, but seeing her boyfriend openly trying his best to keep them together, even waiting in the excruciating cold, touched her deeply.

When they parted ways, YN couldn't help but appreciate his beautiful features until something caught her eye out of the corner: snowflakes.

- No worries then- Johnny opened his eyes with a confused expression, noticing the smile on his girlfriend's face he decided to follow her gaze only to find what he wanted so much, the first snow of the year, bright and warmer than he thought it would be, with his lover in his arms he couldn't help but smile- I think we're going to be together for a long time.

Please do not copy and translate this work without permission, all creative work is copyrighted and therefore plagiarism is a crime.

©littlecherryhuanlin 2022 - 2023

[neochan]

GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

[cynettic]

How to Dom Genshin Men 101

Summary - Tips, tricks, and the unofficial guide of how to dominate genshin men in bed. ( Not really- just tips and a quick sneak peak )

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Albedo / Diluc / Kaeya / Childe / Kazuha / Venti /  Zhongli / Dainsleif / Scaramouche

Warnings - NSFW ( edging, overstimulation, penetration, pegging, foreplay, bondage, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, heavy dom, punishment, cunnilingus, blowjob )

A/N - “How to dominate Genshin Woman,” is up next ;)

Mentions - @clouds-rambles I saw you wanted someone to tag you for a post with Kazuha or Venti content :) sorry if it was comfort you were looking for tho- ;-;

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Kaeya needs to be told he will be fucked. That you’re going to throw him on the bed and have your way with him. With the blue headed cavalry captain, communication is the key to seducing him into your bidding. Kaeya naturally can be submissive, but he often prefers to take control, so you’ll have to keep firm with him.

Rub his thighs while you whisper into his ear all your dirty little plans. The contact will catch his attention, and he’ll grow hard at the thought of you taking control.

But be careful.

As much as Kaeya can be a bratty sub, he is equally teasing and capable of taking control again. You need to stick hard with your decision, and never falter into his words. Keep him on edge, control his orgasm, make him long for you.

“Y/n… please… I cant take it any longer.”

Kaeya in general is open to many things, so bondage and many kinks are open to him. Use them to keep him blinded in ecstasy and want, until all he can do is whine out your name.

Degrade him.

Play with his hair as he shakes for the orgasm, and pull at his locks when he tries to get off when you pull back. You need to remind him constantly that you’re in control, that he does your bidding and that your words are law.

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The room was hot, sweat dripping down your neck as you loomed over Kaeya’s toned chest. But the warmth was hardly a bother with the view in front of view, whimpers and grunts escaping the man’s lips as he clenched the white silk bedsheets.

“Y/n,” he breathed, head crushed into the bedsheets by your hand that gripped his neck. You only squeezed his throat tighter, making him flinch and unable to speak. All he could do was try to meet your uneven pace and throw his hips up in an idle attempt to orgasm.

He should’ve known better.

Because you drew up when he was close, lifting your wet dripping pussy from the slick coated juices that covered his dick. Leaving his erect and overstimulated length throbbing as he cried out. 

“I decide when you get to cum,” was your only reply, harsh and strict against his lustful desperate eyes. “I am the one in control of your needy little dick right now, so dont even try to find out what I’ll do if you do it without my permission.”

He could only nod, tears welling up in his eyes when you slammed back down on his dick. The obedient way he melted into you making you loosen the grip on his neck, slowly trailing your hand down his chest. Hand settling on his abs as you bounced on his dick, pace getting quicker. 

“Cum you slut.”

His seed filled your hole, and his hands clenched into fists as the wave of pleasure washed over him. He curled his toes at the edge of the bed, knees and thighs shaking when you sank back down on his dick. He was reduced to a mewling mess, unable to form proper words.

“You didn’t think we were done did you?”

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Quick Tip - Touch his chest, especially his nipples. He was his window exposed to the cold air after all~ its sensitive and the contact there with the one on his dick will have him trembling.

Diluc doesnt know how to be anything but dominant in his sex life. He’s unlikely ever had the chance to be at someones complete and utter mercy. In a way, he liked it like that, he likes control better than the unknown. But he trusts you, openly submitting himself to you when you ask. Cause thats all you have to do when it comes to Diluc, ask with a pouty face and a “pretty please?” And its yours.

Diluc probably got the idea that you’d be gentle with him because of your words. Maybe it was your soft expression, or just the way you patted his shoulder and told him he’d enjoy it, you promised.

But you were anything but gentle.

Actually, he’ll likely try to avoid looking at you directly because he might feel ashamed for looking so vulnerable. Scared that you might find him disgusting or revulsive in the state that he’s crying and begging for your touch.

With Diluc, praise him. 

Tell him how good he’s doing, how hot he looks all wet and hard for you. Talking about what you’re going to do to him also turns him on, stroke his dick and whisper into his ear how you’ll be pounding it in your pussy.

“So g-good… dont stop… d-dont…”

“Magic word ‘Luc,” you whispered slyly into his ear. 

“Please…” he whined almost immediately. “Please, please… p-please-”

But once you start, you’re in complete and utter control.

Unlike Kaeya, he wont be able to turn the tables on you if he feels like it. Being at someones mercy is so thrilling, and all he can do is think about how to make you tell him he’s doing good.

He’ll do everything you ask without hesitation.

A good boy just for you.

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“Sensitive,” you remarked smoothly as the pads on your fingers rubbed Diluc’s cock. You were gentle, slow and torturous as you rubbed the tip and drank in the boy’s muffled gasps and cries.

Diluc was face down on the bed, hands grasping the pillow and just about shoving it in his face. His hips bucked everytime you touched his needy dick, toes digging into the blanket to support him in any kind of way. 

You hovered over his quivering body, a smirk plastered over your face at the feeling of euphoria this gave you. Diluc was never a bottom, and it felt so good to know that it was you who was changing that.

‘He’s so cute being so submissive too…’

Ass up in the air as if begging you to suck his cock, to do anything instead of teasing him with your fingers. Adorable attempt, but if he wanted to be sucked off, he needed to vocally beg for it, plead and whine for your mouth.

You pressed another kiss against his neck, nipping at his tender red skin with your teeth. He struggled and whimpered when you didnt go any lower.

“You want something…?” You asked gently into his ear, holding back the grin when he nodded wildly.

“‘Ask for it.”’

He opened his mouth to say something, but was overcome with the sensation of your fingers sliding up and down his dick. The pillow didnt help, muffling his voice so you couldnt hear him either way. Feeling trapped, he could only thrust his hips into the strokes of your hand.

“Y/n…” he tried, stopping halfway. “I want you to… I n-need you to…”

So you helped him out a little bit.

Your hand quickly came to his neck, holding his face up above the pillow. It was grasped as if you’d choke him, but your touch was soft and gentle enough not to hurt him. “What was that?”

“Suck me…” he sputtered out, thighs trembling. “Please…”

You let go of his neck, instead trailing your body down. You left little kisses and love bites on the crevices of his back, noting how he arched his spine obediently. “Good boy,” you whispered when you got to his cock. You gave the tip a little kiss, “Good boy.”

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Quick Tip - Get into a position with Diluc that’ll make it hard for him to escape your grip completely. He’s not used to this, so he’ll be really shifty and squirmy the entire time.

Albedo might be a little harder to go about, but it all comes down to how you phrase it. The poor boy is so obsessed with knowledge and discovering more that it really isnt that hard to persuade him with the right words. Tell him that you simply want to experiment body reactions, and that someone suggested a little something ‘different.’

Can I just start by saying that Albedo is probably one of the prettiest bottoms out there? Like the way his mouth opens to moan out your name, but then he chokes back on pleasure and now he’s just breathing really hard, eyes slitted.

During the entire process, he’ll be completely obedient to you and only you. Asking what to do so that the supposed experiment will work. 

In general he’s pretty touch craved, so even just the simplest stray of your fingers along his thigh will get him hard.

“You’re… sure this is part of the experiment?”

“Absolutely. Something wrong?”

“No… I’ve just never done this before.”

Make him sit on your lap. 

I don’t care if you’re shorter or taller than him. If you’re looking up or down to see his face, because either way its the best position to see his expressions. And the best thing about Albedo is his expressions.

You’re used to seeing his usual stoic demeanor and maybe even the slightest smile that he spares for you. But here, you get to see the pleasure that he cant hide, moaning your name and whining for more.

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“Like t-this…?”

Your hand was on the soft skin of his back, fingers stroking the crevice of his spine and sending goosebumps up his spine. “Perfect,” you purred back, legs widening under the pressure of him above you. 

You could tell Albedo was desperately trying to stay in control of his face, but his body reactions gave way to his actual feelings. Face slightly tinted as he screwed his eyes shut and delved into the feeling of being inside you. His thighs shook as you grasped his hips, slamming him in and out of your pussy mercilessly.

“Y/n…”

The way he moaned your name was just as satisfactory as his dick pounding into your walls. You stroked the sensitive skin of his sides, pinching and gripping his ass. It was tender in your hands, and you rubbed the flesh as you hoisted him up and down into your hole.

“You like that?” You asked into his ear, nibbling at the exposed hollow of his neck. 

“The e-experiment?” He began, clearing his throat as if to give you a fully proper answer. 

You thrust your hips to meet his.

“Its certainly- c-certainly… I…” He pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing hard as his thighs gave away and he fully submitted into you. Into the sensation of you pumping his length into yourself. 

“Certainly what Bedo…?” You teased, satisfied with his unfinished answer. You didn’t want him to give you his hypothesis, you wanted him to tell you how good he felt, how he wanted you to fuck him harder.

One of your hands rose up to his face, harshly pushing off your shoulder. Your hand came to grip his neck, angling his face in just the ‘right’ position so you could view the ecstasy dimming his eyes. Mouth open while nothing but moans and whimpers escaped, head tilted to the side because he couldnt focus on anything but the feeling of you.

“Feels…. good…” he mumbled, hazy eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.

Your hand on his neck tightened, and you pulled his head up higher so you could see the diamond like mark on his chest. Pressing a soft kiss to the symbol, he tensed, trying to handle the stimulation on both his dick and neck.

“Now thats the answer I wanted,” you simply said in response, thumb rubbing the sensitive spot on his collarbone. 

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Quick Tip - Bondage and toys are also okay with Albedo as long as its for ‘research’ purposes. Seeing his expressions when he’s overstimulated would be all the more better :3

Childe would never willingly submit himself to you, never willingly let himself be submissive when it comes to sex or… anything. As you know, he is a very competitive man, so its easier if you trick him into it. Its consensual of course, Childe would never back down to a challenge, so who’s to say you can’t win for once?

Tell him you’ll be the one fucking him when you get back home.

He will laugh and tell you he’d like to see you try, the smirk on his face telling you he plans to be the one pumping into you all night anyways. 

But you slowly drive him crazy, occasionally brushing your fingers along his hip, up his thighs, ‘accidentally’ on his chest. Until his hard member is throbbing and needy, and he is easy to catch off guard when you make it back home.

He puts his stuff away, changing out of his dirty clothes. But you are prepared when he comes out in his boxers, the rope on his pull up bar undetected by him.

Yes, Childe has a pull up bar on his door, I swear thats canon-

Anyways, as he slowly paces towards you, lustful look in his eyes, you only smirk back. And its when you’ve pulled his hands into the waiting knot and pull the other two ends to secure the bindings, thats when he realizes he’s screwed up.

‘And yes I know Childe could probably break the pull up bar if he wanted to- shush shush.’

“Oh Childe… eating up your words now arent you?”

Tease him.

Degrade him and show him that you are in charge. That you are always in charge, that if you wanted, you could do anything to him. He is at your complete and utter mercy, and he can’t do anything about it.

Look him dead in the eye as the confidence fades from his face. As he can only acknowledge one thing, one thing only.

You’ve won.

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“You’re holding up pretty well,” your fingers trailed alongside the side of his face, scanning his features. “Pretty determined arent we? Don’t worry, I’ll fix that up for you quick.”

“Go ahead and try,” was his only answer.

Your fingers gripped his dick firmly, positioning it over your pussy. “Oh I plan to,” you whispered sweetly in a promise. “I can’t wait to see you begging for me, your needy little dick at my complete and utter disposal.”

Before he could answer, you thrust your hips to meet his length, biting your bottom lip slightly. He was big, and a grunt left his lips as he thrust his dick up into your entrance. With a gasp, you grabbed his sides, pushing his ass into the door and flashing him a nasty stare.

“Don’t even try.”

With your hands restraining his body against the wooden door, he was left to deal with your terribly slow pace. As you slowly pumped his member in and out of your pussy, a torturous tempo that even had you yearning for more.

His face was worth it.

“Go faster…” he managed to get through his teeth, “You’re so damn slow-”

You pulled away from his member, letting it hang loose and dripping. Your hand still gripped it though, and with a long prolonged sigh, you looked up to give him a stern face. “Say that again and I’ll make sure you’ll stay stuck tied to the door, helpless and needy like the little whore you are.”

At this, his face scrunched in anger as he tried to pull away from the pull up bar. You pushed a hand to his chest, shoving him back into the door. Of course he wasnt used to being degraded and toyed around like this, but in his position, he needed to learn his place.

“So? What’ll it be?”

Stroking the tip of his cock hard in your hand, you watched as his resistance came to crumble, slow until you rubbed up and down his length. He closed his eyes ever so slightly, a whimper escaping his lips as he threw his head back against the door. You took a step closer, positioning his member right at the entrance of your pussy. You rubbed the tip of it against your clit, letting out a little whine out yourself.

“Fine…” you heard him mumble. “Please… Y/n, fuck me.”

You slowly pulled his cock closer against your hole, till only the tip was inside. “Louder.”

His eyes flashed open to give you a harsh glare, but nevertheless he had no choice but to beg. “Please,” he began, jerking when you pulled his cock into your pussy. So far that he hit his head against the wall in an act to hide his moan. “Oh god Y/n… just like that.” A whimper escaped his lips when you pumped in and out of him. “Dont stop… oh d-dont stop… fuck me… please.”

The slick sounds of squelches and Childe’s ass hitting the door filled the room. “Look at you,” you cooed, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as you looked at his half slitted eyes. “Looking so obedient now arent you? Who knew you were such a good little slut.”

Childe only mewled in response, knees threatening to give in as you thrust into his dick at a quicker pace. His thighs and legs were all but ready to give out, and it was the restraints on his wrists tying him to the pull up bar that kept him upright.

It wasnt till he was overstimulated and barely hanging onto the threads of consciousness when you spoke to him again. Untying the rope on the pull up bar and pulling him against you to bring him into the shower.

“Now now,” was what you whispered into his ear. “I want to hear it from you, who won?”

Your fingers treaded through his hair as he only managed to mumble back, “You.”

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Quick Tip - Run. I’m not kidding, morning comes and Childe awakens with his strength back? Bro, get outta there before the mf decides to take revenge-

Kazuha is poetic and takes a gentle approach to intimacy with you. Straight out telling him you want to be in control might throw him off a bit, so its best to lure him into it. Kiss him and whisper loving words into his ear. Have him lose himself in your lips, your words, and he wont notice how you’re not not wearing clothing, and now you’re pegging him in the ass.

Like Diluc, Kazuha wants to be praised, hearing your loving words in his ear. He’s usually the poetic one, so how come you’re the one being so romantic and cute?

Whisper the haiku he read to you yesterday, and he’ll be down and ready for whatever you want.

Overall, Kazuha probably wont mind if you’re dominant in your sex life, considering that he just wants to be loved, and that the intercourse is something intimate between the two of you. Special.

“O-oh… that feels nice…”

Be aware that Kazuha has slightly heightened senses with smell and hearing, and has a general sensitivity along with his senses. So yes, he will moan a lot. Be prepared to hear his usual calm collected voice squeaking and whimpering which each thrust of your hips.

Take advantage of that, touch him, talk to him. Don’t be harsh with Kazuha though- no degradation, teasing is acceptable, but poetic verses and loving words will be his favourite.

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Your hands were gentle against his hips, lifting his ass up and spreading his legs at just the right angle. Beneath you, he squirmed just a tad bit, face buried into the bedsheets as his stomach faced the bed, unable to look at you.

“You’re doing so good,” you whispered, your hands at his hips leading to his ass. You softly rubbed the flesh, squishing it in your hands and molding it to expose his needy little hole. He only mumbled something against the white silken sheets, muffled.

You drew your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on them to leave them slick and wet. Tender as you rubbed them against his hole, you slipped them in, slowly pumping in just to stretch him out. Under you, he began to clench the sheets, whimpering something and calling out your name.

Your harness was already tied around your hips and ass, ready as you positioned yourself over him, doggy style.

He jolted when even just the tip touched his tight little hole. You could see his hands shaking, face buried deeper into the mattress. You gently put a hand over his shaking one, pressing a kiss on the back of his neck. “Do you remember that Haiku you wrote me the other day?” You asked him, hoping to distract him for just a moment.

“Y-yeah…” he mumbled back, and you slowly slid the strap on farther down his ass. You felt him shiver against you, thighs trembling at the unknown feeling.

Stretching him out farther, he moaned when you got halfway through. “Mhm, me too.” Your thumb gently stroked the backside of his hand as he quivered beneath you. “It went something like this I think…” You slowly slid the strap on father down. “Sun and moon rejoice…”

He gasped, whining as you eventually did manage to shove it down his ass. His tight hole clenched at the unknown feeling, pleasurable waves rolling back at him.

“Birds of dawn sing songs anew,” you continued, beginning to thrust in and out at a gentle pace. You wished you could see the expressions he was making, the flushed look or the pleasurable one. You could imagine his eyes rolled back as he moaned into your thrusts.

You sped up.

He now tried to meet his ass along with your thrusts, trying to reach deeper and deeper until this unknown knot building up inside him would untie itself. It was uncomfortable, but it felt so good at the same time. Your words sent shivers down his spine.

“Far from home,” you stated at last. “With you.”

Kazuha hummed, clenching his bottom lip to swallow down the moans and whines. “You remembered,” was all he managed to mumble. Half pleasured, half in awe.

“Of course I did.”

Somehow, that made it all the more intimate, and Kazuha wished he could completely give himself to you. He loved you with all his heart, especially with how you made him feel so warm. So full, so happy.

You thrust faster, hands slowly drifting back to his hips so you could thrust his ass into the strap on. You could tell he was coming close with the volume of his moans, thighs shaking and hands raking up and down the beside.

“Y/n…” he cried. “Y-Y/n-”

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Quick Tip - Kazuha can be really loud during sex, so make sure that if you’re anywhere public, or on the Crux, to somehow keep it on the quiet side- last thing you want is a grumpy Beidou. “I cOuld heAr yOu hOrny sHits all niGht.”

Venti is quite literally a bottom. Theres really not much convincing you have to do when it comes to actually getting him down on the bed and being in control. Actually, I have a feeling it would take more convincing to get him to be in control, mainly because he likes to be on the receiving end.

When it comes to Venti, despite his delicate small form, you can easily be rough with him. Degrade him and show him that compared to you, he’s nothing. All that Barbatos shit is nothing compared to you, your hand on his neck choking out all his noises and thrusting his dick into you. 

Tie him up.

Or rather, do anything you’d like to him. Venti is by no means fragile. He wants you to be rough with him, push him till he thinks he’s gonna break.

But you’re gonna have to have some hella nice aftercare prepared afterwards.

“Worship me, your god.”

“Worship you? You are nothing but my slut in bed, now get down on your knees and ‘beg.’”

Overstimulate him. Make him keep count everytime he orgasms until he can’t remember anymore. 

“How many times now…?”

“Too much… too m-much-”

Make him cry and cling onto you if you were his lifeline. Because you’re the only thing he can hold onto when you’re shoving his hips inside your pussy. You’re everything to him, he needs you.

It doesn’t take too long for Venti to actually submit himself fully to you, babbling incomprehensible words. Crying out your name, begging for you and agreeing with anything you say.

Venti can be extremely obedient.

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You were enjoying the view.

Leaning back into the cushioned wooden chair, legs spread and wide as the smaller boy sat on your lap. He squirmed, hands tied in scratchy rope that kept his hands unavailable to him, leaving him bare and vulnerable to you. His chest was puffed out, nipples bright red as if begging to be sucked.

“Hurry up now,” you began, your unwavering eyes boring into his wide ones. “You were so confident before as well werent you? Telling me to worship you, Barbatos.” You just barely skimmed the skin of his back, up his neck and clenching the locks of hair. Pulling his hair back to get the full glory of his face, obedient for you. “All I see in front of me is a little slut.”

He grinds his throbbing member against you, needy while his lustful eyes peer at you through lidded lashes. “P-please…”

“Please what? Speak up.”

He fidgeted with his restrained hands, flashing a pouty look your way to see if it’d draw a reaction. It didnt. “Put my cock in your pussy,” he instead whimpered, moving his hips closer to your entrance.

You just leaned deeper against the chair, waving your hand to the side as if bored. “You want to bury your dick in my cunt? Go do it yourself then.” He glanced up, pleading eyes as he again pulled at the restraints on his arms. “Go on, I’m waiting.”

Whimpering, he tried to push his hips into you, his cock missing slightly and just pushing against your thighs. He felt so hot, the contrast of the cold air that tingled against his bare skin. His length throbbed and his chest pounded, your little touches igniting fireworks across his skin. “I ca-cant…” he sniffled, again thrusting his hips only to be meant with your thighs. 

You stayed quiet.

Your stare only made his member harder, and he was now lost in the sensation of rutting his hips into your thighs. The stimulation felt good, but not good enough to get him off. No, he wanted your pussy, your calloused hands roughly holding his hips while you drove him into you. The need drove tears to his eyes, thighs shaking with anticipation as he continued pumping feverishly against you.

“You really cant do anything without me can you?” Was your harsh reply, hand positioning his cock right in front of your entrance. Venti only mewled in response, cut off by the sharp motion of your hands on his ass thrusting into your entrance. He was now panting, head leaning against your shoulder for support as you pumped him in and out relentlessly.

“Y/n!! Its.. mm, so g-good.”

“As it should be, your dick belongs to me.”

And he just nodded, letting you take full control of the pace as he laid there and moaned. He couldn’t even manage to push his hips along with your hands to chase his release. Just submitting all sensation to you and the feeling of your walls clenching around his length.

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Quick Tip - Make him worship you, sit down on the chair and tell him to suck all your juices dry. Degrade and tell him he’s lucky to get any taste.

Zhongli is pretty open when it comes to trying new things when it comes too sex, considering that with how long he’s lived, its probably nothing new. Nevertheless, the best way to convince Zhongli to go along with whatever you’re saying is just telling him, “Let me make you feel good love.”

Zhongli won’t be fazed by what you decide to do, no matter how kinky or odd it might be, he has no doubt seen worse somewhere else.

You don’t have to worry about being gentle with him, and he won’t really be fazed if you decide to degrade him. Of course, it doesnt turn him on as much as whispering loving words in his ear does, but he wont object either.

Very obedient.

Zhongli knows what he’s getting into, and he never goes back on his word. He says he’ll do something? He will do it.

He’s the god of contracts after all-

“Ah… so tight, just for me?”

Touch his face.

Whether its having your hands around his neck, brushing your thumb over his soft cheeks, or giving him soft forehead kisses, he’ll love it. He wants to make eye contact with you during it, always. Even if you’re the one in control, he wants to have you in his sights as he moans out your name.

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You were gentle at first.

Tightening the straps on your hips, you adjusted their positioning as you climbed on the bed. The silk sheets were soft against your knees, soft on your hands as you crawled overtop of the archon. He was laying flat on his back like you’d asked, hands resting against the sheets palms up as he stared up at you. Pensive, waiting.

You went to press a kiss to his lips, one hand at the back of his neck as you bit his bottom lip. Just like you’d asked, he didnt use either one of his hands to hold you or press you tighter against him. Just melted against the rough feel of your lips against his. When you were done, you lifted yourself up to get a good look at him, satisfied with his swollen lips and breathless gasps. You held your fingers to his mouth.

“Suck.”

He was compliant, taking your digits and swirling his tongue around in expertise. Coating them in a slick layer of wetness as you pull them out. You get more of a reaction out of him when you press your fingers against his hole, slowly sliding them in. 

“Good, just like that.”

You delved in the sight of your fingers disappearing into the clenched hole of his ass. Sucking them in greedily and making a ‘pop’ when you pulled them out. 

Taking a deep breath in, he hums into the sensation of your fingers slowly filling his ass. He isn’t impatient, instead letting you take slow torturous thrusts of your fingers in and out without complaint.

It all changes when you pull them out and align the tip of the silicon strap on to his hole.

Because you were being nice earlier, coaxing him with your gentle touches and peppering him with kisses. You knew he expected you to be kind, to handle him with care with each thrust. To say that you loved him and him to say the same.

Nothing wrong with surprises.

It must’ve been a nice surprise by the looks of it, because when you fully sheathed the strap on into his ass in one stroke, his back arched, a moan escaping his lips as he now clenched the sheets. Eyes wide and mouth wide and panting, you thrust in and out without mercy, watching the strap on disappear deeply into his ass before you pulled it all out and slammed it back into him. A pattern that had his eyes rolling back and mindless sounds escaping his lips.

Your hands, gripping both sides of his thighs, propped them up on either of your shoulder. Zhongli through his dazed eyes managed to give you one confused look before you pumped the strap on right back, and the angle had him crying out your name feverishly as he curled his toes. His walls clenched tightly around the silicon, the strap on reaching so far in his ass that all he could do was moan and cry for more.

“So pretty,” you commented, another hand stroking his hard neglected member. “Just for me.”

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Quick Tip - For someone new or someone who hasnt actually dominated anyone in bed before, Zhongli is a perfect first option. Will provide no judgement at all, and might actually help you out if you get nervous.

Dainsleif prefers to be in control, to have full superiority when fucking you. He doesn’t see any reason for you to suddenly act like the boss, after all he respects you and would never do anything to hurt you. However, if you give him a reason to force him into submission, he’ll put up a fight, but will eventually sink down for you.

Tease him.

Dominating Dainsleif is a one time thing, which means you have to take advantage of it with all you can. Drink in all of his expressions because believe me when I say you wont see them anywhere else.

Tell him this is ‘punishment.’

When he asks what he did, don’t answer. Just grab the hems of his jacket and throw him on the bed. Strip him bare and tell him that you could list all the things he did, but you want him to think about it instead.

And he does.

He’s always the one coming home to tell you he needs a good little fuck after work. And then you’re laying on the bed while he takes out his frustrations, and you know he doesnt mean to hurt you but-

“Say it again.”

“I’m… I’m s-sorry Y/n. Please do-dont touch… mm, don’t touch m-me there- ah!!!”

“Again.”

So you do the same with him, and he lays there and takes it like a good boy. Because he deserves the punishment, at least you’ve told him that much.

Degrade him.

Overstimulate him and don’t let him orgasm, keep edging him on like Kaeya and don't allow him to have even an ounce of the release he’s craving for. After all, this is punishment, you arent giving him any rewards.

Stroke him and bring him to his orgasm, only to pull away. 

And while you edge him, whisper dirty little things in his ear. Of what you would’ve done if he wasn't being punished, how you wouldve made him feel so good. Till he was crying your name nonstop, till he couldn't walk the next morning.

Oof, better luck next time Dainsleif.

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His hips bucked feverishly against your hand, the slick juices covering his dick making a squelching noise every time your palm slid up and down his length.

Dainsleif was panting, hands tied behind his back and knees tied to the bedposts as he laid there in all his vulnerability, His legs were spread wide and exposed, wet with precum just for you. 

“Y/n… please…”

You weren't sure how many times you’d heard that sentence tonight, certainly too many. And even if it was his nth time that he’d reached his climax and you didn't let him orgasm, it didn't matter. This was punishment, he wasn't supposed to like it, he was supposed to lay there and take it.

“Shut up you slut, if I want to let your pathetic little cock cum, I’ll let you.” Your thumb rubbed the tip, eliciting a gasp from him. “And if I don’t, you’ll just have to put your big boy pants on and deal with it.”

You lowered your head till your face was in line with his growing erection. As if he could sense your plans, he twitched in your grip, groaning in want, in ‘need.’ Slowly, you pressed a kiss to the tip, letting him know exactly what you planned to do.

He squeaked out in shock, or rather, as high of a squeak as he could manage. His voice was still rather deep afterall.

“If I wasnt punishing you… maybe this wouldve been my pussy instead.”

But you didn’t stop, opening up your lips to slowly suck the head of his dick. Your other two hands strokes his sides, groping and feeling around his hard length.

“If you d-do it like that… I’ll… I’ll…”

Your mouth widened to swallow more of his dick, tongue swirling around the tip as you sunk deeper into his hips. He squirmed, legs trying to thrash around but held by the restraints on his knees. Moans and whispers escaped his lips as he tried to move his arms to no avail. He was coming close, he could feel the sensation grow from the pit of his stomach, member tingling and warm as you sucked him in.

He was so close… almost there… just a little more and-

You pulled away.

Licking your lips, your hand wiped away any stray liquid on your face. 

“If I wasnt punishing you,” you began mockingly. “Maybe I would’ve let you cum.”

And Dainsleif was left to simply hit his head against the sheets, a groan of frustration escaping his lips as his throbbing member pulsed with need. 

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Blindfold him. He won’t know when or what you plan to do, and that makes it all the more arousing.

Scaramouche would never in hell allow you to top him, or anyone else for that matter. He is always in control, he is always thrusting into you as you sob for him, beg for him. Until he’s not. With Scaramouche, its simpler than you think, but it does involve the fact that you need to be strong. Physically, because Scaramouche without his hat and vision is basically useless :’)

Make him earn it.

Stay away from the short boy for a long time, tease him when you see him, and deny him any release when he wants to fuck you. He came back home from a tough day at work and wants to fuck you silly? You’re not there. He feels horny one night and tries to find you? Make yourself disappear.

He’ll grow needy.

And here ladies and gentleman, is where you strike. Because poor little Scaramouche needs you so much that he might even be willing to bow down and follow any of your commands so long as he gets a release.

And you better damn well take advantage of that.

Make him go on his two very own knees, make him ‘earn it.’ Earn the right to have you pleasure him.

“Lick my juices until thats the only thing you can taste, the only thing you’ll want to taste.”

“Yes… maam…”

“Louder.”

“Yes maam.”

“I said louder you whore.”

Degrade him, make him feel like nothing compared to you. Because just for this once, this moment, you can. 

Convince him that he is nothing without you, that he needs you to survive.

And then after that, grab his hips and thrust his dick into you. Until he lost count of how many times he’s came. Till he’s hanging onto his consciousness by a thread and is fucked silly by you.

_-_-_-_

“Fucking slut.”

You leaned into the chair, watching as Scaramouche thrust into you again and again with the help of your two hands on his hips. Eyes dazed and clouded, he could no longer focus on the details. He didn’t notice how you degraded him, how it was basically you that guided his cock in and out of your pussy. 

But he was gone, far too gone. Sensations around his body sent him on a rollercoaster, and his dick felt numb, the slightest tingle of heat climbing up his chest. He felt good, that was all that mattered in him dumbed up state.

Your hand came to caress the skin of cheek, a sickening laugh erupting from your lips as you focused on the way he stared at you. “I fucked you dumb didnt I?” You cooed, never stopping the motion of your other hand guiding him in and out of your pussy. “Fucked you so good that you cant even talk.”

He just hummed in response, lips breaking off into a moan.

“Good,” you whispered to him, pulling his head closer to rest against your shoulder. “Such a good boy for me.”

And then your hands were on his neck, squeezing slightly to alter the pitch of his moans as you lead his face down to yours. Till you pressed a kiss to his gentle lips, a once in a lifetime opportunity where you could take control of the kiss, of him. Licking his bottom lip and sliding your tongue in to rub against his. Lips parting to kiss, his dumbed out whimpers a musical melody in tune with the pace of your hands dragging his dick in and out of your overstimulated cunt. 

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Uhm…? Run? Similarly to Childe, Scaramouche aint gonna react positively in the morning. Might discard your body for seeing him in that state. Jeez… what's up with the harbingers….

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On a side note… after writing this, I kinda feel like I’ve discovered I have a choking kink… ;-;

[danddymaro]

Name | Revenant x fem reader

NYAAA....Last one for him, I swear lol.

Word Count : 1059

Name

Was he really going soft? 

So dreadfully soft that as he watched the pestering, little skinsuit named (f/n) sit by him he was actually pleased, pleased enough to withhold the typical groan of lament that would have escaped him had anyone else actually had the nerve to take the seat.

'No...' he inwardly interjected. 

It wasn't possible, it couldn't and shouldn't be.

she tilted her head up to look at him, the cheeky little grin she wore annoyingly upbeat for someone who was sitting next to a literal murder-bot, but perfect enough for someone so foolish they actually considered it a friend.

It was certainly fitting for someone that inched dangerously close to the boogeyman.

" looks like it's you and me again," She said so while lightly swaying left to right in her seat, undoubtedly pleased by the pairing.

It wasn't their first time together, and by then they'd become familiar with each other, thier movements easily synching.

If anyone asked her he wasn't 'That bad.'

And while he'd quite literally chortled with approval at hearing that, if anyone asked him about her, he wouldn't even bother to answer.

 "Lucky me," she added while going as far as to lean into him for just a second as he glowered down at her all the while.

"...Partner," she softly sang, and oh it did something to him, something terrible and sickly sweet.

- Something that gave him the phantom feeling of a heart.

His eyes were ignited by a devilish flame and he made it a point to seem threatening, to remind her yet again that he wasn't her little buddy, but something to fear. 

So what if he happened to leave behind the better loot for her, going as far as to carry it around until he made sure she got it.

It just meant that she needs it more than he ever could, and he doesn't need her to drag him down.

If she's going to stick to him like glue then she might as well be of use, right?

And so what if he just happened to let her come close? 

It's not like he let everyone do it, just this one very annoying little creature that just didn't get the hint.

His lightly curved back straightened, and with that alone, he left her even smaller, the incline of her head becoming more prominent as she followed his shift.

"Just stay out of my way girlie," he taunted, and she instantly pouted.

Of all things, that's what irked her.

It wasn't the taunts or even the backhanded compliments he threw her way that most certainly would have been off-putting to anyone else.

It was the damned way he seemed to dismiss her, purposely dismissing her name when she’d said it clearly before.

"I have a name you know," she said so with exasperation, her eyebrows falling flatly as she expressed annoyance. "I've told you my name more than once," she droned out.

"So call me by my name," she then added firmly. 

Surely she wasn't all rainbows and sunshine, and she wasn't so simply stepped on either, but a perfect in-between.

It did make things a little fun, and if he was going to live this damn long he might as well find some sort of amusement to pass the time when he wasn't spilling red.

"Oh?" he hummed.

The way her lips were still pressed together and pointed was enticing and like a fool, he chuckled. He actually chuckled and grinned, and in his own idiotic way, he fed her more of that foolish idea that she was anything special.

'Special...' he thought to himself considering that maybe he wasn't going soft, but that, in some way, she was just a  bit different from everyone else. 

The way she nestled to him...the way she talked to him, it all was so familiar and friendly.

It was only for him, all of it belonged to him.

And in some sort of way, (f/n) was his.

His hand rose, moving towards her face, his thumb touching flesh first before his palm fell over her chin, the rest of the ghastly digits falling onto her one by one, slowly. It was by all means nothing tender, but she seemed rather unperturbed.

Her expression still dull.

"Little skinsuit," he breathed, with a saccharine tone, clearly taunting her.

"Or else...?" he continued before A burst of chilling laughter followed on his behalf and her (e/c) colored eyes closed slightly as she smiled, her entire face touched by the little expression.

Of course, she giggled, sounding absolutely adorable and from up close, looking positively cherishable.

Seconds after he felt a hand touch his face, the little palm that lay over his cheek sitting there. His eyes suddenly glowed with more color, and she mused over the idea that, that was his own way of forming an expression.

Again she released another little titter that made him feel warm, 

"I guess I won't sit next to you anymore," she said while coyly looking away, and he scoffed at that.

"Ha! That supposed to be a threat?" he questioned her back while his hand slid down to her neck, his sharpened ends dragging over the sweet flesh.

Little red marks formed over her skin before they then faded, the soft sting of his touch twisting the inside of her stomach in a strangely delicious way.

"seeing as you can't keep your hands off me..." she started, speaking with a cheeky grin that grew as he made a sound that sounded choked.

"I think it's a fitting punishment," she said while her hands fell onto his wrist, fingers peeling his hand off of her before she completely slipped out of his personal space.

I mean, that was what he wanted ….right?

She stepped back, and as she turned he caught sight of the haughty smirk she wore,

"Let's hope you remember my name by the time we drop ship."

[writtenwhalien]

all of you | 08

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 14330

18+ | warnings ↠ angst, pregnancy, feelings of insecurities, mentions of unrequited love, lots of kissing, marking, dirty talk, Jimin has a bit of a praise kink, teasing, face-sitting, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), cum-eating, there’s a lot of “I love you”’s in here loool (it’s needed!), hand job, little bit of hair pulling, breast play, unprotected sex, impreg kink, multiple orgasms, creampie, and lots of fluff (finally!).

summary ↠ Park Jimin is your definition of perfect. He’s talented, handsome, and dedicated to everything he does, making him the man of your dreams. But what happens when you both wake up one day and realise that’s all you had together…  a short dream?

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You’ve only been here for ten minutes and already you can’t wait to leave. The smell of latex and antiseptic is too much for your now sensitive sense of smell, but you know you need to stick it out for the remainder of your first midwife appointment.

It’s been a week since you found out you’re pregnant and every day since then your symptoms have only increased — as well as your nausea, your breasts feel more tender, you need to pee more often, and you’re far more tired than you used to be. Gi told you she had all the same symptoms, although it’ll be a little while longer before you get the perks of pregnancy, being the bigger breasts, glowing skin and luscious hair. 

All of that is the last thing on your mind though…  You always imagined when you would be pregnant with your first child, you’d be the happiest you’ve ever been in your life, but instead you’re constantly feeling anxious. 

This is Jimin’s baby, and while it makes you so happy that you’re lucky enough to have his baby, there’s the cruel fact that you’re no longer with him and he is supposed to be marrying Bong-cha in two months. Now you’re left deciding whether or not you should tell him. The right thing to do for him would of course be to tell him — it’s his baby and he has a right to know. 

You also know Jimin wouldn’t care for anything anyone else says, and would return to you. While that’s something you still so badly want, you’re well aware of the fact that Jimin would end up greatly disappointing Deok-su which is what you were trying to avoid by breaking up with Jimin in the first place. 

As well as that, you’ve also considered the gossip and rumours that would spread about you, and it would no doubt bring some kind of trouble to the Park reputation which Deok-su would hate, and you even wonder if Jimin’s dad would hate it. 

Having a baby out of wedlock isn’t uncommon of course, but for a family like the Park’s, it could easily be seen as somewhat of a scandal amongst their upper class, supposedly “perfect” families, and you would hate to bring that kind of trouble to Jimin.

Still, despite all of that, you want to tell him. Starting a family with Jimin is something that crossed your mind often while you were together, and while it did always feel like a premature thought, it still excited you. 

And it definitely excited him. You’d spoken about it before and although it wasn’t a now thing, you both knew you wanted to have kids at some point in the future. And as well as his love for children, Jimin has also, occasionally, expressed an interest in getting you pregnant before, mostly in the form of husky murmurs during sex. Because of it, you always thought of getting pregnant with his baby as a good thing, and while you still only see this as a blessing, telling him seems so much more complicated. 

“So, Miss L/N,” the midwife, Sol, addresses you after having just inputted some of your health information into your new neonatal file. “I do have to ask some questions to ensure your safety and the safety of the baby, are you okay to have your friend here while you answer?” Sol asks, smiling and gesturing to Gi.

“Oh, yes, she’s my sister,” you nod, turning to Gi who sits beside you, and she squeezes your hand reassuringly, well aware of how nervous you’ve been the past few days. 

“Perfect,” Sol says, pulling out a few papers as she begins. “Okay, so have you missed your last period already?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know when it was due?”

“Um, roughly two weeks ago now.”

“Okay, and you took the test a week ago?”

“Yes, I took two just to be sure… they were both positive.”

“Mhm, and what is your living situation like? Do you live alone, or with family? And are you comfortable?”

“Yes, I’m comfortable and I live alone.”

“Okay, and the father of the baby…” Sol looks up with a kind smile. (You’re certain she’s used to seeing couples come together, but here you are, alone, besides Gi.) “Will he be around to help you look after the baby?”

“Um,” you pause. That’s a question you don’t know the answer to…

“He’ll be here,” Gi says from beside you. When you turn to her, she gives you the same look she’s been giving you all week after sternly convincing you to tell Jimin, and nods to confirm it. 

Sol looks at you, and slowly, you nod. “Y-yes. He’ll be here.”

“Great,” Sol smiles and quickly jots down what she needs to as she continues. “I also need to know some further details of both the mother and father.”

“Sure,” you smile briefly, proceeding to tell her your details.

“And your occupation?” Sol asks.

“Oh, I work in finance but I recently resigned to take a break before finding another job,” you tell her.

“Okay, that’s fine,” she nods, jotting it down quickly. “Now, the father’s details if you know them...”

“I should know most of them,” you nod.

“Great, father’s full name and date of birth please?”

“Uh, Park Jimin.”

You’re fiddling with the hem of your dress, so you miss the way Sol’s eyes widen and her head perks up, but she quickly resumes her professional persona as she asks, “Sorry, could you repeat that, was it Park Jimin?”

“Yes,” you nod once. “His birthday is the 13th of October, 1995.”

“Right,” Sol nods, scribbling it down as she asks, “And his occupation?”

“CEO of Park Motors,” you mutter.

Hearing that answer, Sol purses her lips together but of course, says nothing as she writes it down.

“Are you hungry? We can go grab some food if you like? I know a place that I could stomach even when I was sick,” Gi offers as she climbs into the driver's seat of her range.

“Um, yeah, sure,” you answer, climbing into the passenger seat beside her. “As long as there’s no strong smells please, I’ve already got a headache from the hospital smell.

“I got you,” Gi grins, as she puts the car into drive and sets off. “But you better get used to it, you’re gonna have a lot more appointments here now.”

“Yeah, I know,” you mutter, fingers tracing the edge of your neonatal file in your lap. Jimin naturally comes to your mind, and you still find yourself unsure of whether or not to tell him. 

As well as your reasoning of it possibly causing trouble for him and his family, there’s also a tiny, insecure part of you that wonders if Jimin might not want this. He’s still young, and while you know he’s always wanted kids of his own, what if this is too soon for him? 

Gi glances across, taking one look at your downcast appearance before she sighs, taking your hand in her own. “Y/N, babe,” she says softly, squeezing gently before returning her hand to the wheel. “Everything’s going to be fine, okay?”

“Is it?” you ask quietly, looking across at her. 

“Yes,” she smiles. “I know you don’t know if you should tell him, but I’ve already told you, he has a right to know. And I’m so sure he’ll be happy, even with everything else that’s happened.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Gi snorts. “Because it’s Jimin. First of all he’s crazy in love with you, and secondly, he loves kids. His face would always light up around the boys so I’m sure he’d be over the moon to be having his own baby with you. Anyway, you won’t know until you tell him yourself.”

Sighing, you lean back into your seat, knowing Gi is right. 

Your eyes fall to your tummy; there’s not a huge difference, only a small swell of your lower tummy, but you still feel special knowing you’re growing a new life in there. A new life from Jimin and you.

“Mom will be coming to stay on the weekend so if you want to wait until then, I’m sure she’ll have some good advice for you,” Gi says.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’ll wait for mom.

Sol finishes up her last appointment before lunch, politely saying goodbye to the happy couple as they disappear out of her door before she sinks back into her chair, feeling confused and conflicted on what to do.

Bong-cha is one of her good friends on the ward, and although Bong-cha didn’t say anything to anyone, everyone still found out about her engagement to Park Jimin — the man you said is the father of your child. 

Sol doesn’t know you, but she’s certain you wouldn’t lie, and also, your nervous hesitation when answering her questions about him being around was enough for her to know that you weren’t lying. 

It seems wrong of Sol to keep this from Bong-cha — her future husband is going to have a baby with another woman — but at the same time, Sol has sworn to patient confidentiality and doesn’t plan on losing her job over this. So she comes up with another way to let Bong-cha know that doesn’t involve directly telling her.

Grabbing a few files from her desk, Sol places a copy of your neonatal file on top, with your name clearly printed in the corner, and heads out to the main staff room. Just as Sol expected, Bong-cha appears a short while later to make herself a copy as she always does.

“Bong-cha!” Sol beams, waving her over.

Bong-cha smiles, and Sol notices how weary she looks as she comes over. “Hey, Sol,” she says, taking a seat with her coffee.

“Hey. You look tired today, have you been sleeping enough?”

“I’m fine,” she  says, pursing her lips together. 

Sol can see she’s not, but deciding not to pry, she moves the conversation onto small talk for the next few moments. Then she finally decides to get up and excuse herself to head back to work. She leaves the files on the table.

Bong-cha only realises they’re there when she’s getting up after finishing her own lunch, and she recognises the purple colour files as the neonatal files. Knowing she can’t leave them there, she picks them up to return to Sol, and as she does so, her eyes freeze on the name at the top that she immediately recognises.

Then her whole body freezes, her heart sinking in her chest as she puts the pieces together. 

A part of her desperately hopes it’s not you, maybe it’s someone with the same name, or if it is you, then maybe it wouldn’t be with Jimin, maybe you slept with someone else as a mistake. Bong-cha knows that’s ridiculous, but her weak, delicate heart can’t stop from hoping that it’s not what it most obviously is …

Lowering herself into the chair, she opens the file. Her heart drops when she skims the information there.

 Mother’s Name: Y/N L/N

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Father’s Name: Park Jimin

one month later

“You still haven’t told him, sweetheart?!” your mom exclaims through the phone, her tone still gentle.

“No,” you mutter, sinking further into the couch as though in shame. 

“Y/N, you told me you were going to tell him, what happened?”

“I don’t know,” you whine, wishing your mom were still here with you. “I keep blanking every time I think of how to tell him.”

“Exactly what we discussed,” she says. “Text him to meet and then you can tell him!”

You know your mom is right. That’s not the difficult part for you though. It’s the uncertainty of what would happen next. You have no doubt that Jimin would end the engagement to Bong-cha for you, but the aftermath of that would be horrifying for his family; you can just see the headlines already. “Park Jimin breaks off engagement for pregnant mistress” — or something of the sort. 

That would probably cause Deok-su’s stress levels to shoot up, if they wouldn't from hearing about the pregnancy alone, and you definitely don’t want to be the reason he goes into hospital again, not when he’s already so fragile.

There’s also the fact that you don’t want Jimin’s family to hate you for possibly causing problems for them. You know that your pregnancy alone might not be so bad, but if paired with breaking off the engagement, Jimin’s family would be spoken about for months and you don’t want to be the reason for that. 

But there’s also the other side of things. The part of you that wants to tell Jimin. You want him to come to the midwife appointments with you, you want him to hold your belly and sing to his baby like he would sing to you, you want him to be with you when you bring this baby into the world, and most importantly, you want your baby to see all the love and kindness that it’s father has to give. 

a few days later

“I want to see her.”

“You can’t.”

“I need to.”

“Jimin, you can’t.”

“I want her back.”

“Jimin…” Namjoon sighs, sitting forward to put his drink onto the table.

He’s sitting with Jimin in his backyard, having invited him over to try and get his mind off of things, but Namjoon is one of the only people that Jimin can speak freely with, so he’s the one person Jimin pours his heart out to without fear of judgement or being annoying. 

“It fucking hurts, Joon,” Jimin mutters, dropping his head back as he wills the tears away for what feels like the hundredth time in the last month. 

He can’t believe that it’s been that long since he’s last seen you, spoken to you, or had any form of communication with you. The only reason he’s been holding back is because he doesn’t want to make things any harder for you — he knows it would be a dick move for him to keep talking to you when the current situation points towards him marrying Bong-cha. 

But even that thought is foreign to Jimin. The engagement did nothing to make it feel real. The pictures were staged and as soon as they were done, which only took five minutes, Jimin went back to his room and spent the rest of the evening there. 

He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to marry Bong-cha. He physically doesn’t think he can, and yet, he’s supposed to in a month…

“What if I don’t marry her?” Jimin asks, wiping his cheeks as he looks at his friend.

Namjoon pauses, looking at Jimin. “Bong-cha?”

“Yeah.”

“Jimin, we’ve been through this already.” Namjoon pats his leg, thinking of all the times Jimin has turned up at his door this past month in tears, insisting he won’t do it. “You know that all of it would’ve been for nothing and it doesn’t mean that your granddad is gonna be any more accepting of you returning to Y/N. You’ll just be back at square one.”

“But I can’t marry anyone else,” Jimin croaks, “I can’t be with anyone except Y/N.”

Namjoon’s heart hurts seeing Jimin this broken up, and as absurd as it sounds, he’s desperate to help him, even if it is a waste of an effort. “Why don’t you try talking to your granddad again?” he says quietly.

Jimin’s head perks up. “What?”

“Try asking your grandad, one more time. It’s been a month. He’ll see you’ve considered it and who knows, he might have a change of heart…” 

Jimin sits up, looking at Namjoon with wide eyes. He’s always thought highly of Namjoon’s opinion, and if he thinks it’s worth a shot, then Jimin definitely does. “Okay,” Jimin nods. “Maybe this time…”

As foolish as it may seem to anyone else, Jimin feels hopeful.

It’s almost 10pm when Jimin is pulling up in the driveway of his family home. His thoughts are racing with possibilities and he thinks furiously of what he should say to convince his granddad one last time. He knows Namjoon made a good point, maybe Deok-su will see that Jimin tried for a month but it still won’t work. Maybe Deok-su will finally understand just how much Jimin loves you.

Deok-su does understand. After you visited him in the hospital. He’s understood more than ever just how much Jimin and you love each other.

The first time Jimin approached him and mentioned you, he hadn’t cared much for it, brushing it off as some childish crush that Jimin has developed, but Jimin and you were real. So real that even a year later when things got hard, you fought for him as hard as you could, and he did the same. 

Deok-su remembers what it feels like… to love someone and to fight so hard for them. But Deok-su only remembers the pain at the end of it. Still, he thinks, I was fighting for someone to love me back, but Jimin and Y/N… they’re fighting for each other.

There’s a difference, he knows it, and every night since you visited him, he’s been going to bed wondering if he’s making the right choice. After all, it could be the last thing Jimin remembers him by and he would hate it if Jimin were to hate him even after he’s gone. 

Initially he hoped Jimin would see his side of things, but it’s been a month and Deok-su can see how miserable Jimin still is. 

He thought this would make Jimin happy, he thought it would make everyone happy…

Jimin’s heart beats a little faster in his chest as he walks across the front lawn to take a shortcut to the main path that leads to the front door. He imagines you in his mind, using the thought of you to keep him going as he goes over what to say to his granddad—

Jimin stops, eyes immediately rounding in concern as he sees Bong-cha sitting on the front porch bench, her head in her hands although she looks up as soon as Jimin says her name. 

“Bong-cha?”

Her eyes are wide, surprised to see Jimin as she stands up, but Jimin can see the dampness glistening on her face. As he approaches her, it’s clear that she’s been crying. 

“Jimin…” she all but whispers, hands dropping to her sides. 

Jimin steps up onto the porch, slowly walking towards her. “I, um…” he hesitates, unsure of what to say or do. Bong-cha hastily wipes her tears away, but Jimin still asks, “Are you okay?”

She nods, forcing a smile on her lips. “I’m fine, all good, I just needed to see you.”

“Me?” Jimin says, startled, but then he remembers that as of two weeks ago, she’s his fiancée.

“Yes, I need to tell you something.”

“Erm, right, yeah… do you wanna sit down?” Jimin points to the bench again. 

“No,” Bong-cha sniffles, shaking her head. “It'll be quick. Besides, after I tell you, you definitely won’t want to stay here.” Jimin frowns but she continues. “I do have something else I need to say first, um…” she hesitates, clearly nervous as she twiddles her thumbs and looks down to the floor.

“Hey,” Jimin says quietly, walking a little closer but keeping a reasonable space between them — although she’s supposed to be his future wife, Jimin still feels awkward getting close to her now despite them being friends (and even having dated) in the past. 

Bong-cha looks up, and Jimin can see that she’s struggling. His heart softens as he sympathises with her, knowing just how difficult all of this has been for her. 

“You can take as much time as you need, you don’t even have to tell me now if you don’t want to.”

Giving a small smile of appreciation, Bong-cha shakes her head. “I need to do this now.”

Jimin smiles in response. “Okay.”

Bong-cha looks down again, finding it difficult to stay looking at Jimin with all the emotions she’s feeling. “I first want to say, I’m so sorry for what happened with you and Y/N” — Jimin is about to interrupt her, no doubt to say it’s not her fault, but Bong-cha stops him — “I know it was uncle Deok-su who wanted this… us, to happen, but I could’ve said no if I really wanted to, I could’ve refused.”

“No one blames you for that,” Jimin says softly. “My granddad can be really persuasive and you care for him just like I do.”

“I know,” Bong-cha sighs, “but it still felt wrong. It is wrong.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” Jimin says. “Please don’t feel bad about what my granddad’s done—“

“I have,” Bong-cha interrupts. 

Jimin looks at her, confused when he sees her teary eyes staring back at him. 

Then she whispers, “I kept something from you, and I should’ve told you as soon as I found out but I didn’t…”

“What is it?” Jimin asks, his heart beating a little faster as his mind immediately goes to his granddad — does she as a doctor know something about his condition that he doesn’t? Has Deok-su got less time than they thought? Are there complications?—

“Y/N is pregnant.”

Jimin feels like his heart stops, everything around him seeming to freeze and move in slow motion as he processes those words. 

In a few seconds his thoughts race and his world turns upside down… or as it feels, the right way up. He manages to get out one word—

“W-what?”

Bong-cha gives him a small smile. “She’s pregnant, you’re going to have a baby, Jimin.”

The tension disappears from his shoulders, the worry and nerves he previously had ripple away as a different feeling fills his chest — one of happiness, contentment, and certainty. Because Jimin knows now, that no matter what anyone says to him, he’s choosing you. You and the baby you’re going to have together. 

A steady exhale leaves his lips as Jimin asks in a voice barely above a murmur, “How do you know for sure?”

“I saw the files,” Bong-cha says quietly. “My friend who works in the neonatal department left them at our table by accident and I saw them.” 

Jimin nods, a happy smile forming on his lips. “Thank you, Bong-cha,” he says, though he’s barely focused on her right now.

He needs to see you, but first, he has one thing he needs to do. 

“Do you know when she found out?” Jimin asks, just about managing to contain his excitement as he focuses on the matter at hand. 

“Um, two-two months ago.”

Jimin stops and turns. “What? Two months?!”

Bong-cha nods, her guilt appearing on her face. I’m so sorry, Jimin,” she whispers. “I thought she might tell you herself, I wanted to give her time but then she didn’t…”

“And you still didn’t tell me?” Jimin asks, not unkindly. 

“It was wrong of me, I know, I’m so sorry.” Bong-cha’s eyes tear up again and Jimin remembers she was crying just before she came, and he suddenly feels bad. 

“It’s okay,” he mutters. “You did what was right—“

“I didn’t,” Bong-cha interrupts, looking right at Jimin. The tears are now streaming down her cheeks. “I didn’t do what was right,” she whispers, voice on the verge of breaking. “I thought if I didn’t tell you… you wouldn’t find out.” She takes a deep breath, shaking her head with a small smile and she shrugs before she admits quietly, “I guess a small part of me was hoping this might work, but I was wrong.”

Jimin doesn’t realise what she’s saying at first, confused by why she’s so sad, but as soon as that last sentence registers in his head, Bong-cha is already walking towards the steps. 

“It was silly of me,” she says, brushing her tears away and sporting her usual smile. “You have Y/N, and speaking of whom, you should go to her now.” She stops at the top step, turning to Jimin with a smile, but Jimin can easily still see the sadness in it. “I really wish you both all the best, Jimin. Your baby is going to have the most amazing parents who love each other so much.”

With one more smile, she turns away, descending the steps towards the path. Jimin hesitates, wanting to rush to you now but he has one quick thing he needs to say—

“Bong-cha, wait.” He quickly descends the steps, stopping in front of Bong-cha who frowns in confusion, but it quickly disappears as Jimin brings her into a hug. 

It’s a short one, one that doesn’t feel the same as it did when they were good friends only a few years ago, but both of them know so much has changed since then, as much as it has from when they were in high school together. 

“Thank you,” Jimin says, pulling away and taking a small step back. “For everything.”

Bong-cha smiles, biting her lip as she holds back the tears, at least for now, in this precious moment. “You’re welcome, Jimin.” It’s bittersweet, but it means a lot, and for her, the biggest meaning is that she’s moving on. 

“Now go,” she chuckles, nudging him lightly. “Go to her.”

“I will,” Jimin grins, already stepping back to make for the front door. “Just need to do one thing first!” 

And he rushes up the steps and into the house. 

He makes straight for the private lounge in the back of the house where he knows his grandfather will be, and sure enough, when he enters, his grandparents are sitting on the couch discussing business with one of his family’s PA’s. 

Eun-ae is the first to look up, smiling when she sees Jimin. “Hello, dear.”

“Hi, can I speak with you both please?” Jimin asks, looking between them. 

The PA takes that as an order to leave and gets up to excuse himself, leaving Deok-su and Eun-ae looking confused. 

“Are you okay?” Eun-ae asks concernedly. 

“I’m fine,” Jimin answers, a smile growing on his lips. “I’m better than ever actually.” His grandparents continue to look confused, but for the first time as Jimin stands in front of them, he feels no pressure of wanting to please them, so he easily says the following words… “I’m not marrying Bong-cha.”

Deok-su frowns, as though he expected this, but Jimin ignores it and carries on. 

“The wedding isn’t going to happen, and I’m going to Y/N right now to tell her that I love her and I’m not leaving her.”

“Jimin,” Deok-su sighs, his guilt still heavy on his shoulders from the past weeks. “We’ve been through this—“

“I’m not here to ask for your permission,” Jimin interrupts, tone as stern as it’s ever been with his grandparents but he doesn’t care. “I’m here to tell you. I’m going back to Y/N, and one day, I will ask her to marry me, and she will be my wife, if she’ll have me.”

To Jimin’s surprise, Eun-ae smiles — proudly. 

“What if she doesn’t?” Deok-su asks, looking at Jimin with concern in his expression. 

Jimin shrugs. “I love her, and I’m going to do everything I can to win her back.”

With a heavy exhale, Deok-su speaks again. “Jimin, I really need you to think—“

“That’s enough, Deok-su.”

Both Jimin and Deok-su turn to face Eun-ae. Her voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the curtness of her tone. 

She’s looking at Deok-su with a plain expression on her face, and she says, “Jimin can fight for what he wants, and he is right to do so.”

“Eun-ae, dear,” he murmurs quietly, “do you not remember what we spoke about?”

Something inside Jimin’s grandmother snaps, and just like that, she’s turning her head to glare at her husband sharply. 

“I do, I remember everything, Deok-su, as do you. And I also remember exactly how it happened between us.” Her voice softens but still carries the same emotion. “I was 19 when I met you and I didn’t want to marry you, but you made me fall in love with you only to leave me for another woman, I remember that, Deok-su.” She stands up and looks towards a surprised Jimin, and she smiles softly while still talking to her husband. “But I won’t let you leave another woman broken hearted. My grandson is in love, and he will go to Y/N” — turning to look back down at Deok-su, her expression hardens again — “and from here on out, you will treat Y/N with the love and respect she deserves, and more.”

Jimin is silent, stunned by his grandma’s words but also grateful for them. He would’ve gone to you regardless of whether or not they approved, but it makes him feel so much happier knowing they’d be supportive of him. 

Although he is surprised to have just heard the truth about his grandparents marriage; he knew something happened between them many years ago, but he never knew what.

Deok-su is also silent, staring up at his wife with only regret and guilt etched into his face. Then after a moment, he nods. 

“Okay,” he says quietly.

Eun-ae gives him a small nod, a silent understanding passing between them both, and then she turns to Jimin. 

“I’m sorry for everything, and I’m sorry you have to correct our mistakes,” she says, approaching him and kissing his cheek. “But now you need to go to Y/N, make things right, okay?”

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice. With one quick peck on his grandma's cheek, he’s running out the door to you.

Eun-ae smiles, watching Jimin go before she walks towards the door herself, but her husband's quiet voice has her stopping. 

“Eun-ae?” he calls her name gently. She turns her head, meeting his gaze, and he asks, “You know how much I love you?”

“I do,” she answers right away.

Deok-su sighs, his shoulders relaxing in some kind of way upon hearing that. And when he locks eyes with his wife, the words slip out of his mouth without even thinking… 

“Now Jimin can experience a love like ours, hm?”

Eun-ae smiles. “Better than ours.”

Deok-su nods as he repeats quietly, “Better than ours.”

“Sung-ho, I need you to stop patting my belly every ten seconds, please,” you plead with your nephew, removing his hand from your belly for what feels like the hundredth time this evening. 

Gi and Sung-ho and Ji-seok are spending the weekend with you, and despite your nephews' tantrums, you’re grateful for the company. 

“But mommy told me you have a baby in there, I wanna feel the baby kick!” he grins, closing his bedtime book from in front of him. 

“Sung-ho, I told you, the baby is too small right now, you can’t feel any kicking.”

Your nephew sulks, sinking further into the sheets as he wraps his little arms around yours. “Is the baby going to be my cousin?” he asks, looking up at you. 

“Yes,” you grin, tapping his nose. “The baby is going to be your younger cousin, yours and Ji-seok’s.”

Sung-ho smiles, raising a hand to rub his eyes, the sleepiness catching up with his curiosity. “Will the baby look like Ji-seok?”

“A little bit, maybe.”

“My teacher told me babies look like their parents,” Sung-ho says, voice growing heavier with sleep. “Will the baby look like you and uncle Jimi?”

A wave of happiness passes through you at that thought before it’s quickly replaced with the constant melancholic feeling that has been present ever since the break up. 

“Yes,” you say softly, stroking Sung-ho’s hair while he clings to your gown. “The baby will look like me and uncle Jimi.”

Sung-ho sighs, eyes closed as he says, “I miss him.”

The quiet words feel like an arrow in the heart, because you feel the exact same way. 

“Me too,” you whisper. “So much.” 

Ten minutes later, Sung-ho is snoring quietly, and you manage to detach yourself from his arms, prying his fingers off of your gown so you can leave the room without waking him. 

Gi is in the other guest room with Ji-seok, feeding him as she puts him to bed, and a short while later, she joins you in the lounge, slumping into the space beside you.  

“I’m tired,” she grumbles, grabbing one of the cushions. “And horny.”

“You’re telling me,” you mumble, taking another handful of salted nuts to nibble on. 

Gi gives you a glance, smiling amusedly. “It’s only gonna get a lot worse you know, and the cravings too.” 

“That’s helpful, sis, thanks,” you answer sarcastically. “At least you’ve got Hyun, and speaking of him, I thought he was gonna come too?”

“He is, but he just left his parents home so he still needs to grab a few things from home.”

“Right,” you nod. “I’ll make that rice dish he likes tomorrow, I’m kinda feeling it too.”

“Thanks, but sis…” Gi sits up, turning to face you with that look in her face when she’s being the older sister but also trying to be friendly. “Instead of looking after my husband, don’t you think you should tell your baby daddy about all of this” — she gestures to your tummy even though there’s no bump. “Maybe it’ll solve your horny hormone problems too, you know?” She winks cheekily. 

“I will,” you snap more sassily than usual. “I’m just trying to figure out what to say.”

Gi gives you another look. One that says you’re stupid, and you know it’s true. But before you can respond, there’s a soft knocking at your door. Gi looks at you in confusion, but you’re focused on the sound you just heard. 

It’s absurd, you know it — to be able to recognise a knock — but only one person you know knocks that softly, three times before waiting a moment to go again… 

You asked him once why he wouldn’t just ring the doorbell, but he said he wouldn’t want to disturb you in case you were sleeping, and then you asked why he wouldn’t call, and he told you he loved to surprise you — apparently it’s more romantic to just turn up at someone’s doorstep. 

“Y/N, should I go see who it is?”

You turn to your sister, heart beating faster in your chest… “I think it’s Jimin.”

She looks at you in confusion. “How do you know?”

“I just know,” you murmur, getting up slowly. 

“You’re gonna answer it right?” Gi asks, getting up with you. 

As she asks the question, you remember all the times Jimin turned up like this while you were dating. Every time he would greet you with a smile, bringing you in for a lingering kiss before hugging you. The memory has your chest tightening because God, you miss him so much. But he’s here now, standing on the other side of your door, so you nod.

Gi smiles, taking your hand to walk out into the hall together. She quickly grabs her jacket from the small closet by the front door before she stops beside it. “Go on,” she whispers gently.

And you do.

As soon as you pull the door open, Jimin meets your gaze right away. His lips are parted, cheeks rosy and hair ruffled, looking as though he rushed here. But his appearance really is the last thing on your mind. 

He’s here. 

Before either of you can get a word out, Gi quickly interrupts, beaming at you both as she grabs her keys. “So I’m just gonna leave,” she whispers loudly, “Y/N, call me if you need me and don’t forget my kids are here.” And she steps past Jimin, giving him a wink as she goes.

Jimin gives her a smile as she walks past, and as soon as she’s gone, his eyes land on you again.

Another moment passes without you both saying anything, and for the first time in two months, real hope stirs in your chest. 

Not because Jimin is here, and not because you’re pregnant, but because he’s happy. You can see it — his face is brighter, his eyes are warmer, and there’s a small smile on his lips — a real one.

“Hi,” Jimin says, his smile growing.

“Hi,” you reply, voice quiet because you’re still unsure.

Jimin knows though. He can see it in the gentle crinkle of your brows, in the way you’re tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, in the way you’re pulling the sleeves of your gown down over your hands. 

He hates to know you’re still feeling anxious, and if the situation was the same as it was only a few hours ago, the sight of you like this would hurt him, but now everything is okay, and he can have you, so he finds the sight of you like this endearing.

Still, he’s quick to put your nerves to rest because it’s been two months since he’s seen you and Jimin wants nothing more than to just hold you in his arms again, but before that, he needs to tell you…

“I spoke to my granddad again,” he says, eyes watching you carefully. 

Your eyes go round, turning into those same doe eyes that have always made his heart melt, from even before you started dating. 

They’re the same doe eyes you would make when he wouldn’t have eaten lunch while working, or when you’d see him in the office till late, or any time you felt even remotely concerned about him. 

He remembers that day he came to have dinner with you when you were working late, when he didn’t need to but he wanted to. You made the same doe eyes then and Jimin could’ve sworn his heart melted there in the spit. It was the day everything changed for him — it was the day you stole his heart unknowingly, and you’ve had a hold of it ever since. 

Jimin takes a small step closer, smiling softly as he tells you… “I’m not marrying Bong-cha anymore, Y/N.”

“W-what?” you breathe, feeling your heart race in your chest. 

“I told my granddad I can’t, that I wouldn’t, and this time my grandma defended me…” Jimin takes another small step forward, tentatively reaching for your arm. “Then she herself told me to come here, she wanted me to come… Y/N, we’re gonna be okay now,” he says softly, beaming happily. 

But after a few seconds, his face falls when he sees your face scrunch up, tears spilling from your eyes as you begin to cry. 

“Y/N?” he whispers… afraid he’s gotten something wrong, or come too late, or done something to upset you, but then you quickly shake your head, wiping your cheeks even though they still fall. 

“I missed you so much,” you choke out, your hands flying to your face as you can’t control the sobs that escape you again. Stupid pregnancy hormones, you think. 

“Oh, baby,” Jimin murmurs, expression softening as he steps up to you. “I missed you so much too.” 

And then his arms find their way around you again, and he holds you for the first time in what feels like forever. 

Your arms slip around his body too, not letting go as you bring him further into your apartment, and you let yourself cry into his shoulder, comforted by the feeling of him stroking your hair and your back, and reassured by his gentle yet firm grip on your body. 

This is what you needed. The last two months have been nothing short of agony, and despite all the words of comfort and support your family have given you, nothing made up for the presence that Jimin has in your heart, in your life. 

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, voice thick with emotions. Then he turns his head to place a kiss on your temple. 

“I know.” You hold him tighter, fighting back more tears when you feel his lips brush your skin. “I love you too.”

Another moment passes with you both standing in each other’s arms, making up for the moments you’ve missed, and with every second that passes, you feel every single one of your worries slip away. 

You don’t know exactly what happened with Deok-su and Eun-ae just yet, but whatever it was, you can find out later; right now, you’re just grateful for the turn of events that have resulted in Jimin standing here with you. 

His previous words echo in your mind — we’re gonna be okay now — and you smile. 

You finally have him again. 

Then it’s Jimin who pulls away slowly, arms still around you. “Y/N,” he whispers, pulling back to meet your gaze fully. Then his hand lowers to your tummy over your gown. His eyes are also glistening with tears, and you can see the excitement in them. 

Then you realise… “You know?” you whisper, surprised. 

Jimin nods, breaking out into a smile. “So it is then?”

“Mhm,” you hum, gently placing your hand as you nod. “Yes.”

You don’t ask him how he knows, because right now all you care about is him being here, you being able to have him again, to hold him again. And now you know, he’ll be here for it all. 

Jimin lets out a sigh as his happiness shows on his face, the tears in his eyes rolling down his cheeks, and you smile too, feeling the happiest you’ve ever felt. 

Closing the distance between your bodies again, Jimin reaches a hand up to cradle your cheek. “I love you,” he whispers once more, before meeting your lips in the sweetest kiss you’ve ever tasted. 

Everything around you seems to disappear as you sink into his arms, letting him hold you like you’ve wanted for so long. He kisses you slowly, and both of you take every second to remind yourselves of how your lips feel against each other, how your body fits so perfectly in his arms, and reminding yourselves of the soft scents of perfume that you both call home. 

“Baby,” Jimin breathes, parting from your lips before pecking you once, and then placing gentle kisses on your nose, cheeks, forehead, and all over your face. 

Your eyes close as he does so, smiling when he ends with another kiss on your lips. Your heart skips a beat when he moves a strand of hair from your forehead to tuck behind your ear. Then his hands trail down to your tummy again, and he meets your gaze with the gentlest of smiles. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he murmurs. 

“I… it was a lot…” you pause, looking up at him. “How did you find out?”

“Bong-cha told me, she saw your files at the hospital.”

“Oh…” You had completely forgotten Bong-cha worked in the same hospital that your appointments have been at. You look up at Jimin again, eyes rounding in slight apprehension as you ask, “And you’re not mad about it?”

Jimin shakes his head immediately, his thumb tenderly stroking your cheek. “No, never,” he whispers, tears welling in his eyes again as he looks at you earnestly. “Y/N, this is everything I could ever dream of, I love you, and I already love our baby too,” he murmurs. 

“Really?” you whisper, hand folding over his. 

“Really,” he smiles. “I promise.” He leans in to place a tender kiss on your lips again, before you feel his hands move to your hips, and he pulls away. 

Lowering himself so he’s level with your tummy, Jimin looks up at you and gives you the happiest smile you’ve ever seen. “Can I see?” he asks. 

“Jimin,” you giggle, taking his hand to place a kiss on it. “Of course you can, although there’s not really anything there.”

Jimin hums, gently untying your gown and you help him by pulling your night slip up and out of the way.

It’s true that there’s hardly a bump there yet, but Jimin still feels himself becoming emotional, hands delicately moving over the small swell of your stomach as he realises you’re the most precious thing on earth to him, carrying his future too. 

Leaning forward, he plants a lingering kiss just below your belly button, and barely audible to you, you hear him whisper a quiet, “I love you” to the life that’s growing inside of you. 

Then he kisses your skin once more before looking up at you again, his cheeks once again damp with tears but he’s beaming. 

Nothing beats the feeling of pride that fills your chest when you see his face, knowing that he’s going to be the father of your child. 

Taking your hand again, Jimin rises and pulls you into his arms again. “Thank you,” he murmurs quietly. 

You frown. “For what?”

“Everything.” Jimin moves back with a small smile on his lips as his eyes roam your face. “You changed my life, made me the happiest I’ve ever been and now I have a promise of more in my future, and more of you.” With a gentle hand on your cheek, he kisses your lips once. “I couldn’t ask for anything else, Y/N. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

With a fist closing around the material of his shirt, you pull him closer. “I better be,” you murmur with a smile, lips brushing his as you thread your fingers through his hair. “Because you’re stuck with me and our little mini-me forever now.” 

Jimin chuckles, and the change in his tone ignites something inside of you. “Good, because I want all of you, for the rest of my life.”

“You have me,” you nod, pressing your lips into his. “Always.”

Jimin hums into the kiss, his hand sliding further around your waist to press you flush against him. It’s instinctive how you react to him, your arms winding around his neck, and the second his tongue slips past your lips, your fingers are curling in his hair. 

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs breathily in between kisses. 

You would respond with words if you weren’t feeling so heated, so you hum instead, although it sounds more like a moan which it might be considering how worked up you’re getting — you blame it on the hormones. 

Jimin seems to appreciate your response, because his kisses become more insistent, tongue dominating yours in a way which has you yearning for more. 

When you feel his hand gently squeeze your ass, you moan again, this time more meaningfully, and Jimin pauses. 

“Why’d you stop?” you whine breathlessly, grabbing his neck to pull him back in. 

Jimin chuckles, taking a gentle hold of your wrists. “I take it you missed me as much as I missed you then?”

“More,” you murmur, trying to tempt him to come closer. 

But Jimin still holds you back, hesitation showing in his features. 

“What?” you ask, frowning.

“Didn’t Gi say the boys are here?” he asks, nodding towards the room he knows to be Sung-ho’s.

“Yeah, but we can be quiet,” you whisper to prove your point, giving him the doe eyes you know he can’t say no to. “Besides, they’re heavy sleepers.”

Jimin smirks. “I don’t think you can be that quiet, princess,” he whispers back. 

“Jimin,” you huff impatiently, still careful to keep your voice down. “You knocked me up and for two months my hormones have been raging but I haven’t had sex once, so please fuck me now” — you bring your face closer to his — “I promise I’ll be quiet.”

Jimin’s eyes drop to your lips again, his smirk disappearing as his gaze becomes heavy. You realise your words must’ve had an effect on him, and then as his eyes drop to your exposed cleavage, you remember that he has a bit of an impreg kink. 

“You promise you’ll be quiet?” Jimin asks, voice low and almost challenging as he looks back up at you.

“Mhm,” you nod. “I promise, please, I need you.”

Jimin releases your wrists to hold your waist, and in one swift movement, he pushes you back towards the wall. 

You let out a quiet gasp, quickly remembering to be quiet as you feel the anticipation grow, specifically between your legs. 

With his lips brushing yours teasingly, Jimin intertwines his fingers with yours and pins your hands above your head. “Then stay quiet for me, my love,” he practically purrs, and you feel his thigh push against your core.

Biting your lip to keep from making any noise, you nod dazedly. 

Jimin finally presses his lips into yours again, kissing you slowly and passionately. He has no care for how rouged and swollen your lips are becoming, and eventually he lets go of your wrists to hold you, his touch tender as he caresses your cheek. 

As the kiss becomes more lustful, you feel your hips rocking against his thigh, the contact providing blissful friction between your legs. 

Your gown is already slipping off your shoulders so Jimin pulls this off completely before trailing kisses down your jaw to your collarbone, his hands roaming all over your body. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers, teeth nipping at your skin as he pulls your leg up around his waist, desperate to have you closer to him.

“I know, baby,” you breathe, fingers curling in his hair. “Me too.”

Humming quietly, Jimin leaves his mark on your neck before he pulls away to find your lips again. “Tell me,” he murmurs, pushing his hips into yours as his grip on your thigh tightens. “Tell me how much you need me.”

The pressure on your core feels delicious and Jimin swallows your initial moans as he kisses you hard, but he needs to hear you answer him so with a tug of your lower lip, he pulls off your lips to look at your eyes. 

“You already know how much I need you, Jimin,” you whisper, slowly rocking your hips against his growing erection. 

“I wanna hear you say it.” He pushes his hips further into you, lips still hovering over yours teasingly. 

“Fuck,” you breathe heavily, desperately holding onto his shoulders. “I need you so bad,” you all but whimper. “Please, Jimin.” You take his hand and put it between your legs as you pull your night dress out of the way, and when he feels the dampness sticking to your underwear, he moans softly, fingers moving of their own accord. 

“My pretty girl,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss you again as he gently strokes you over your underwear. “Is this all for me?” 

You nod frantically, just about remembering to keep your voice down. “Only you.”

“Good,” he whispers, pulling his hand from between your legs to take your hands. “Let me give my girl what she wants then, hm?”

Nodding, you pull Jimin towards the bedroom, careful to walk extra quietly past the boys room. 

As soon as the door is closed and locked behind you, Jimin is picking you up and attaching his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. 

He lowers you onto the bed and as soon as your head meets the pillow, he settles back to sit between your legs. 

“Can I?” he asks, hands skimming over your thighs. 

“Mhm,” you nod, propping yourself up onto your elbows. 

Jimin smiles, gently taking your ankle to bring it up to his mouth so he can place a delicate kiss on your skin. He does this again and again, moving upwards each time, and when he reaches your inner thigh, he slows the pace down entirely, shifting onto his torso for better access. 

“Jimin,” you whisper. “More please.”

Jimin looks up to see you still propped up on your elbows, eyes blown out already with your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth. 

Smiling at the sight, he obliges. “Okay, baby.” His hands caress your hips as he kisses your other thigh, this time opening his mouth and sucking lightly too. 

Your fingers curl into the bedsheet in response, hypnotised by Jimin between your legs as he prints his love on your skin. 

As he works his way upwards, he pushes back the hem of your night slip and gently licks over the pink blooms before dragging his tongue up towards your underwear. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, breathing deeply as he reaches to pull them off. “I’ve fucking missed this.” His eyes are focused on your lips, glistening with arousal.

Lowering himself back down, your hips naturally raise towards his mouth as you whine softly. 

“Baby,” Jimin chuckles, taking your hand in his. “You’re so needy for me aren’t you?”

“I want you so bad, Jimin.” Your hips rut towards his mouth again. 

Jimin takes one look at your sex before he’s moving beside you, turning onto his back. He looks at you with loving eyes as he squeezes your hand gently, and you already know what it means. 

Kissing him once on the lips, you push yourself up to straddle his chest, slowly moving further.

“That’s it, my love,” he coaxes you, hands moving to your thighs. “Let me get a taste.”

You already feel breathless as you lower yourself over his face, as hesitant as always at first. But Jimin never is. 

Arms circling your thighs, he holds onto your hips and pulls you down onto his face, immediately burying himself in your cunt. You gasp and Jimin moans, both of you feeling insane pleasure right away. 

It’s been so long since you’ve had any kind of action down there but the way your hips rock against his mouth happens naturally, and Jimin encourages you with a gentle squeeze of your hips as he still moans against you.

His lips suck your clit while he toys with it using his tongue. The lewd sounds turn you on even more, and the way Jimin is gently caressing your hips has you feeling so high right now. 

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whimper quietly, curling the fingers of your free hand into his hair. 

Although his face is partially obscured from your view, you can still see the devilish grin from his eyes and just as you tug on his hair from the growing pleasure, you feel a firm smack on your ass, sending pleasure shooting through you. 

A moan escapes your lips and you have to clamp your hand over your mouth in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. 

“You need to stay quiet, baby, you promised,” Jimin murmurs against your pussy, moving his hands to your ass again. “I wanna make you feel good, okay?” He looks up at you with gentle eyes, although they’re still glazed with lust.

“Mhm, okay,” you nod, moving a few strands of hair from his forehead for him. 

“Good,” Jimin smiles, kissing your inner thigh before pulling you to him again. 

This time, he slides his tongue along your slit before pushing into you. It takes everything in you not to make any noise, especially when his nose brushes against your clit every time his tongue pushes further into you. 

You can’t help it when you whimper though, finding this so much more pleasurable than you remember — you don’t know if that’s because it’s been so long, or because you’re pregnant. Maybe it’s both. 

Jimin hums softly, reassuring you as he takes your hand and squeezes. “Come for me, princess,” he murmurs huskily. You know he’s getting just as turned on by this as you are. “Wanna taste you again.” He uses his free hand to push your lips apart and he holds your gaze as his lips close around your clit. 

Sparks fly across your nerves as he flicks his tongue back and forth, and when he drags his fingers between your legs and pushes into you, you feel yourself growing closer to an orgasm. 

“Please don’t stop,” you whisper breathlessly, eyes closing as you rock your hips against his face. Jimin squeezes your hand in response and his fingers press against your sweet spot, coaxing the soft sounds he wants to hear from you. 

“That’s it baby,” he purrs, moving his fingers in a beckoning motion. “Let me taste you.” 

“I’m so close, Jimin.” You squeeze his hand harder, and when he returns to your clit, you feel your body taken over by a blissful haze as you slowly reach your high. 

You keep a hand pressed over your mouth to stop from crying out, the pleasure coursing through you in waves, and all throughout you feel Jimin circling his thumb against your hand, the gesture sending your heart soaring. 

You’re breathing heavily as you come down, hips squirming away from Jimin’s mouth from the sensitivity. He gently pulls his fingers out but pushes his tongue into you as he cleans you up, moaning softly at the taste. 

“Always so sweet for me,” he groans, slowly pulling away from you when he’s done. 

You hum in response weakly, collapsing backwards onto the bed, only now noticing the ache in your leg from sitting on his face.  

Jimin wipes his face with the back of his sleeve as he moves to lie beside you and caresses your thighs soothingly. He watches the steady rise and fall of your chest, finding comfort in being with you again. 

After a moment, you turn to look at him, naturally breaking out into a smile. Jimin does so too, leaning a little closer. 

“Hi,” he whispers, beaming. 

“Hi.” You lean closer, raising a hand to his cheek. 

Jimin says nothing as your thumb gently traces the curve of his cheek, his eyes admiring you because he thinks you’re the most beautiful being on this planet. You think the exact same thing about him, and even after all you’ve been through, you still wonder how you’re lucky enough to have him. 

Your thumb skims his jaw, moving across his lower lip, and you tilt your chin to press a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. 

When you pull back, Jimin slowly opens his eyes and the look in them reminds you of his constant love and adoration for you — it reassures you and makes your heart warm, content and happy. 

“I love you,” you whisper. 

A small smile appears on his lips. “I love you too.” And he brings his hand to your hair, stroking gently before pulling you back in for another kiss. 

It’s slow at first, gentle presses of his lips against yours, until it becomes more. Jimin pushes himself up to come on top of you, lowering himself to his elbows so he can stay close. 

You can feel his weight pressing into you but you don’t mind, rather preferring it this way as he kisses you arduously, adamant to remind you of his love that you’ve gone for too long without. 

It almost feels surreal, when you think back to the very beginning. His dad had warned you against choosing Jimin, but you did it anyway. He was right to do so, but just as you knew then, it was all worth it. 

Because even after everything you’ve been through — all the self-doubt, insecurities, and heartbreak — you would do it again in a heartbeat if it means you can have Jimin as you have him now. He’s everything to you. 

With your legs closing around his waist, you kiss him back with as much love as he’s showing you, eager to reciprocate everything he’s giving you. 

Gently, you push him back and straddle his waist, hands moving to unbutton his shirt. Jimin’s lips still chase yours to stay locked in a passionate kiss as he helps you. 

As soon as his shirt is off, your hands roam his skin slowly. You’ve missed the feeling of him, how soft and perfect his skin feels beneath your fingertips. 

Your fingers skin over his nipples and you remember how sensitive they are when Jimin immediately kisses you harder, arms tightening around your body. 

Smirking, you pull off of his lips and hold his chest down, one hand teasing his nipples as the other trails downwards. 

Jimin looks at you, gaze heavy as he murmurs your name. 

“Yes, my love,” you purr, fingers deftly undoing his belt. 

“Let me fuck you now.”

You smile coyly, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of his pants and boxers as you lean forward. “First…” your hand gently grips his warm cock, semi-erect against your palm. “I get to taste you.”

“Fuck,” he moans softly, eyes closing. “Only if you really want to.” 

“I do,” you nod and grin. 

Jimin smiles, kissing you once before you push back to move between his legs. You pull his pants and boxers down together, and Jimin lifts his hips to help you take them off. The sight of his cock immediately makes your mouth water. 

Your hand reaches for him as he watches your every move, and the second your hand closes around his shaft, his abs tense ahead of you. 

“Babe,” Jimin breathes, watching your hand slowly pump him.

“Mhm…”

“I, um, I might not be able to go for long like this.” He meets your eyes and gives you a small sheepish smile. “I wanna finish inside of you but I can’t control myself when I’m with you.”

Giggling, you lean forward as you caress his thigh. “That’s okay, babe. Just tell me when you’re close, hm?” 

“Okay,” Jimin nods, reaching forward to hold your hair back for you as you pump him a few more times. 

Swiping his tip gently, you let a glob of spit fall from the tip of your tongue, while looking at Jimin who is watching mesmerised. You swirl your thumb on his tip again to spread your saliva before you slowly take him into your mouth, keeping one hand at his base, and the other reaching up to feel his tensed abs. 

Jimin groans and the sound encourages you to go, slowly moving up and down the length of his shaft and puckering your lips when you reach the tip. 

“Fuck, just like that, princess,” Jimin murmurs, his grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly. 

You keep up the pace for him, taking your time for a moment to appreciate the feeling of his heavy cock in your mouth again, but before your jaw starts to ache, you go faster, swirling your tongue at the top every time. 

Jimin’s moans become progressively deeper and the sound stirs your excitement, as does the feeling of his hand tightening in your hair. He’s guiding you along his cock himself now, using your hair to move your head where he wants you. 

“You’re so fucking pretty with your mouth full of my cock,” he murmurs, wiping away some of the mix of pre-cum and saliva that’s falling down your chin. 

You moan in response, fingers digging into his thigh as you get more turned on as you suck him off. 

Jimin’s grip on your hair tightens as he pushes you a little deeper. “You like that don’t you?” 

You nod eagerly. 

“My pretty girl, I fucking love you.”

Swallowing around him, you reach for his free hand to hold it, and Jimin intertwines his fingers with yours, cursing under his breath in response to your mouth. 

“Baby” — he gently pulls you off of his cock, thumb moving to caress your jaw — “I wanna feel you now, please?” 

“Okay,” you nod, smiling as you sit up. Jimin grabs a tissue from your night stand and wipes your mouth for you. 

“Thanks for that,” he beams, discarding the tissue to the side as he pulls you into his lap. 

“You’re welcome,” you grin, kissing his nose as you straddle his waist and sit comfortably. 

You can feel his wet erection beneath you, so you shift to move your night dress above your thighs to feel him right against your core. 

Exhaling softly, Jimin’s hands push the material of your night dress up, his hands toying with the hem. “Can I?”

You nod, dazed. 

Jimin pulls the satin material up and over your head, his eyes immediately falling to your breasts. He cocks his head in slight confusion. 

“Is this bra new?”

“Mhm,” you smile. 

He reaches around your back, hands tender as they glide across your skin to unfasten the hooks. The bra loosens and Jimin slowly pulls it off you, still staring at your breasts. He’s quiet for a moment, then he gently reaches out for one. 

“They’re a bit bigger.”

“They are,” you nod. “Perks of pregnancy.”

Jimin hums, moving in to press a kiss to your sternum. “I know. I just didn’t know it could happen so soon though.”

His hand gently reaches for one, his thumb tracing the curve before moving towards your nipple. He pauses as he looks up at you with round eyes. 

“Do they hurt?” 

You shake your head, gazing at him with a small fond smile. “No, just a little sensitive.”

“Oh…” Jimin looks back down at them, delicately letting his thumb skim over your darkened nipple experimentally. He notes your steady reaction before doing it again, this time a little harsher. 

“More,” you murmur, nodding when he looks at you for reassurance. 

Smiling, Jimin leans, cupping your boob in his palm to push it up before pressing a kiss on the nipple teasingly. 

“Jimin,” you whine, rocking your hips on his crotch which has you both moaning quietly. 

His hot breath warms your skin and you arch your back, seeking contact from his mouth. 

“I’ll give my love anything she wants,” Jimin murmurs, gently squeezing your breast against his palm before opening his mouth on your nipple and kissing again. 

His saliva feels delightful against your skin, the extra sensitivity making you sigh softly. Your eyes close as he carries on, tongue gently swirling around the perky bud while his hands gently caress your skin. 

Moving to the other breast, he does the same but after a moment he grows impatient, wanting to hear more from you, so he tugs on your nipple with his teeth and pinches the other between his fingers. 

A soft moan escapes your lips and your hips naturally roll against his cock, making you moan again, this time louder. 

“Fuck,” Jimin groans, grip tightening on your breast. “We have to be quiet, baby.”

“Okay,” you nod, hand grasping his shoulder as he returns his mouth to your boob, working a little harder this time. 

After a moment, Jimin stops and gently pushes you to lie back on the bed. You can feel his cock resting against you, still leaking with pre-cum. 

Hovering above you, he slowly caresses your tummy with one hand. “You’re okay, yeah?” 

“Mhm,” you smile. “Perfect.” 

“Good,” Jimin murmurs, a smile appearing on his lips too. He moves down your body to kiss below your belly button again. “You really are perfect,” he whispers, looking up at you as he places another kiss a little higher. 

Giggling, you push your fingers through his hair. “To you.” 

“Nu-uh,” Jimin says softly, placing more kisses on your tummy. “To the whole world.” He works his way up your sternum, hands still caressing the swell of your tummy. “And I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you as the mother of my child.”

Those words fill your chest with contentment, and Jimin’s too. He lowers himself to his forearms so he’s closer to you and brushes his nose against yours before he captures your lips in a sweet kiss, one that tastes like a promise of forever. 

He kisses you slowly at first, tenderly caressing your cheek as he lets his body rest against yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, fingers curling in his hair as he kisses you harder, tongue lapping against yours as you both grow more desperate for one another. 

Then Jimin slowly pulls away, his hand slipping between your bodies to line his cock up between your legs. 

Your hands grip his ass to encourage him to go on, and Jimin does, slowly pushing into you. It’s been a while so there’s a bit of pain, but you easily ignore this for the feeling of having Jimin inside of you again. 

He keeps going slow, taking heavy breaths as he disappears into you while watching your face carefully for any signs of discomfort. But even with the pain, it feels more pleasurable than anything. Once he’s bottomed out, he stays still, lips brushing yours as you both take heavy breaths. 

“You good?” he murmurs, thumb gently caressing your cheek. 

“Mhm,” you nod. “Kiss me please.”

Jimin smiles, pressing his lips into yours as he carefully pulls back out. The kiss becomes heavy as he keeps going, both of you moaning softly into each other’s lips as Jimin’s hips set a steady rhythm. 

“You feel so good,” you moan quietly, arms winding around his back. 

“D’you want more?” Jimin murmurs huskily in your ear. 

You nod, and Jimin immediately obliges, thrusting into you a bit faster. 

At the sound of your moans filling his ear, Jimin becomes restless and goes even faster, wanting only to make you feel good. “That’s it, princess,” he coos. “You’re taking me so well, it’s just how you like it, hm?”

“I love it,” you answer breathlessly. “More, Jimin.”

Jimin smiles, pushing your legs towards your chest. “Already got my seed inside of you but you want more, hm?”

“Mhm,” you nod, getting turned on at the thought.

“That’s my girl,” Jimin smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want,.” He thrusts into you even harder, moving onto his forearms. “Gonna fuck you any time you want, I’m all yours forever now.”

“Four,” you answer, meeting Jimin’s gaze. “I want four kids with you...” 

Heat creeps in on your cheeks as you realise this may not have been the best time to disclose how many kids you want, especially when you know Jimin could be saying these things in the heat of the moment, but it’s too late.

Jimin pauses, looking delicious in all his sweaty glory, and just before you can take back what you’ve said, he smiles. “Four,” he repeats. He leans down and kisses you softly. “We’ll have a big family then.”

Happiness fills your chest and you pull him in for another kiss, beaming. “We’ll have to have a family car though, they’re kinda ugly.”

Jimin grins. “I don’t mind. Anything for our family, hm?”

And you nod. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Jimin whispers, kissing you again.

Lips still locked in a passionate embrace, Jimin slowly resumes thrusting but after a moment you find your hips rocking against his desperately. 

Knowing what you want, he pushes back onto his hands again and sets a faster, harder pace. “Like this?” he asks, breathing heavily. 

”Yes,” you nod, eyes closing as your head lulls back into the pillow. The pleasure grows in your core, spreading all throughout your limbs and it feels euphoric, especially with Jimin moaning your name softly, whispering sweet nothings and dirty words as he makes you reach heights only he can take you to.

“Are you close?” he murmurs, leaning forward and rubbing your clit. 

“Oh fuck, yes,” you whisper, hands closing tightly around his biceps.

“That’s it baby,” he encourages you, still thrusting into you sharply as he barely keeps it together. “Come all over my cock, baby, I wanna come with you.”

He kisses you to swallow your moans, but the room is still filled with the lewd sounds of skin on skin and the sound of him thrusting into your cunt, but it’s the last thing on your mind. When you reach your high, your mind and body are full of only Jimin, and it’s the best feeling in the world. He comes with you, his seed coating your walls and the sensation warms you up from the inside out. 

Breathing heavily, he drops his head to your shoulder with his body resting on yours. You both lay there for a moment, with you stroking his hair as he kisses your skin every so often, just basking in the moment until he slowly shifts to pull his cock out of you. 

He grabs a few tissues from your night stand to wipe you both off, before returning to your side and pulling you into his embrace. 

He kisses the crown of your head as you settle against his shoulder, draping a leg over his waist. His hand gently caresses your tummy as you place your hand on his chest to feel the steady beating of his heart slow down after sex. 

You focus on matching your breathing to his, and then you wonder if the little life inside of you would breathe in sync with you both as well.

“Jimin?” 

“Mhm?”

“Tell me how you found out again?”

“It was today,” JImin answers softly. “Just a little while before I came here. I was coming home from Namjoon’s, I wanted to try talking to my granddad again about the whole marriage thing, and Bong-cha was outside the house. She was crying but she stopped when she saw me.”

“Oh…” you frown, feeling concerned about her. You’re well aware of her feelings for Jimin and you still feel for her after everything she’s also had to go through. 

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs. “I asked her if she was okay and she said she needed to tell me something. It took her a moment but she told me about you… she also told me she still liked me, or rather implied it.”

You’re quiet, having already known that, and you respond to Jimin with only a gentle stroke of his arm. 

“She felt bad for not telling me sooner, but she said she wanted to give you the chance to tell me first, which I completely understand.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “She didn’t do anything wrong at all.”

Jimin hums, choosing to leave out the other reason Bong-cha admitted why she took so long to tell him — Bong-cha may not have been as close with Jimin in the past year but he still has love for her as a friend and doesn’t want to expose her in any way, especially when it’s irrelevant now and he knows nothing will come of sharing that small piece of information with you. 

“I feel bad for her,” Jimin says after a moment. “It’s unfair that she’s gone through so much because of my family.”

“I know,” you answer. “She really is a lovely person, I hope she finds someone who can love her like she deserves, if that's what she wants.”

“She really is, and because of that I know she will.”

You look up at him and smile. “Maybe then you can be friends again, things won’t be so weird.”

Jimin nods, caressing your cheek. “I think I’d like that.”

You kiss him before returning your head to his shoulder, and after a moment, he speaks again.

“I never could have gone through with it, the marriage.” His voice is quiet, thoughtful. “Every day that passed without you made me realise I couldn’t. After the engagement I feel like I'd betrayed you.”

“Jimin,” you sigh softly, taking his hand. “I’m the one who left you, you didn’t betray me.”

He intertwines his fingers with yours. “It still felt like it.”

“Well it’s okay now, isn’t it?” You look up at him. “We can be together?” There’s an ounce of uncertainty in your tone and Jimin responds immediately to reassure you.

“I promise, we’re good, baby. I’m just sorry you had to go through all of this… I guess my grandparents just needed time.”

“Mhm,” you hum. “As long as I have you, I don’t care about anything else now,” you tell him, kissing his cheek. 

Although, you do wonder if your last conversation with them in the hospital might’ve influenced anything — it’s the only time you’ve ever been sure that your words affected Deok-su given how stubborn he is.

“Still, they’ll probably want to see you again,” Jimin tells you. “But you don’t have to, it’s completely up to you.”

“I will, but just not yet. I don’t want to.”

“That’s fine,” Jimin smiles. “Whatever you want.”

You don’t say anything else at first, just thinking about Jimin’s grandparents, but after a moment you ask, “How is your granddad?”

“He’s okay,” Jimin answers quietly. “His health isn’t getting any better but he’s staying busy. It’s what keeps him going but I think he should rest more often. The company will be fine without him.”

“Mhm,” you hum. “You and your dad are doing an amazing job, your granddad doesn’t need to worry.”

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs. “Speaking of the company…” he looks down at you again. “Will you come back now?”

“Oh…” You realise now that you could come back now that everything has changed, but despite your love for the company and your old job, there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to. “I’ll think about it,” you answer eventually, looking up at him. “I have loved working there, and with you, but I feel like it’s something I should move on from, maybe start somewhere new, try something different, you know?”

Jimin smiles. “Of course.” he kisses your forehead. “I’ll miss you if you don’t come back though.”

Chuckling, you push yourself up. “You know you’re stuck with me forever now, it might be helpful to have a break from me.”

Jimin gasps in feigned shock. “A break from you? I could never need that, princess.”

“You love me that much?” you grin.

Jimin wraps an arm around you and pulls you on top of him. “I love you that much.”

Smiling, you press your lips into his and kiss him lovingly as his hands roam your body freely. Just as you feel yourself getting worked up again, your belly rumbles loud and clear.

Jimin chuckles, moving back. “Is someone hungry?” 

“A little,” you mumble. “But it can wait, let’s go again.” You bat your lashes at him. “I need you to show me how much you’ve missed me.”

Jimin smirks and you try to move in for a kiss again but he holds you back gently. 

‘Wait, wait, wait” — he sits up with you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear— “you need to eat first, if you’re hungry then that means our baby is hungry.” He looks at you with round eyes.

“Fine, but after that we go again?” You roll yourself against his naked cock teasingly.

Jimin groans, taking your cheeks in his hands. “I promise, we’ll go as many times as you want.”

“Perfect,” you smile, pushing off of him. 

He gets up with you and after putting on some clothes, you both walk quietly to the kitchen. 

Jimin comes up behind you, arms around your waist to softly kiss your neck as you pick up your phone from the counter to read a text from Gi that she’d sent earlier.

[23:28] Gi: i’m gonna stay home with Hyun for tonight, i’ll pick up the kids tomorrow! tell me how it goes ;) 

You smile as you respond to her.

[00:17] You: well I’m not as horny anymore, so… ;) thanks for everything Gi <3

She responds almost right away.

[00:17] Gi: ew, but also cute. enjoy yourself babe, you deserve it <3

Jimin and you both chuckle, and you put your phone down to turn around in Jimin’s arms. 

“What would you like to eat?” he asks, pecking your nose.

“Hm… a pb and j sandwich sounds good.”

Jimin grins. “You got it.” 

With one more kiss on your lips, he pulls away to make it for you. You sit up on the counter and watch him, a smile on your face the whole time. When it’s made, he stands in between your legs, gently stroking your arms as you eat. 

“Is it good?” he asks, looking up at you in genuine concern.

“It’s perfect,” you grin. Here…” you hold it out for him to take a bite and he does so, chewing as he slowly frowns. 

“Sure you don’t want some more jelly in there?”

“Nope, it’s good.” You grin as Jimin swallows, unaware of the smidge of jelly next to his mouth.

Putting your plate down, you kiss him on the lips and use your tongue to wipe the jelly off. When you move back, he’s still looking at you confused. 

“There was jelly on your lip,” you shrug before leaning in to kiss him once more. 

He raises his brows. “And now?”

You raise a brow to match him. “Do I need a reason to kiss my baby daddy?” 

Jimin smirks, hands sliding around your waist. “You’re right. You most certainly do not.” 

He’s the one kissing you now, and you happily return it, legs winding around his waist as you bring him in closer. 

Jimin moans softly into your mouth and you pause, giggling as he buries his face in your cleavage and moans again. 

“Shh,” you laugh quietly. “The boys might wake up.”

Placing a few lewd kisses on the tops of your breasts, he looks up at you and smirks. “You weren’t being so quiet when I had my head between your legs earlier.”

You pull him in by the neck, lips brushing his as you hold back from giggling again. “I’m about to send you back down there if you don’t shush.”

Jimin chuckles, the deep sound comforting you. “I’ll gladly accept that punishment,” he murmurs before pressing his lips into yours again. 

It’s a lazy kiss, full of tongue and soft moans, and you love every second of it—

“Auntie Y/N?”

You immediately push Jimin away, hopping off of the counter and turning around at the sound of your nephew’s sleepy voice. You’re grateful you had your back to him so he couldn't see you practically sucking Jimin’s face off. 

Before you can even say anything to your nephew, Jimin is stepping forward, smiling. 

“Hey, kid, what’s wrong?”

Sung-ho rubs his eyes, talking all pouty because he’s still sleepy. “Uncle Jimi?”

Jimin kneels down in front of him. “Yeah, it’s me, Sung-ho. I haven’t seen you in a while, how have you been?”

“I’m okay,” Sung-ho mumbles. “I wanted to show you my new car toy but Auntie Y/N said you’d gone away for a holiday.”

“Right,” Jimin purses his lips — he obviously hadn’t gone away but you had just told Sung-ho that to explain Jimin’s absence after you broke up with him. “Well I’m here now,” Jimin smiles, gently patting his arm. “How about we go back to bed now, and you can show me tomorrow morning, hm?”

“Okay,” Sung-ho nods, taking Jimin’s hand himself. “I heard noises in the kitchen so I woke up to find Auntie.”

“That was us, Auntie was hungry,” Jimin says. “We’re sorry for waking you up, Sung-ho.”

“That’s okay,” your nephew manages to smile sleepily.

“Come on,” Jimin smiles. “Let’s get you to bed.” He stands up and picks your nephew up, carrying him to his room.

The sight of it warms your heart, knowing how much Jimin cares for your nephew, the bond they have, and you can’t help but feel excited to see Jimin with your baby. 

Following them to Sung-ho’s room, you see Jimin settling Sung-ho back into bed and tucking him in. You sit beside Jimin on the edge of the bed. He smiles at you, putting his arm around you before turning back to Sung-ho.

“Uncle Jimi?” 

“Yes, Sung-ho?”

“Have you seen Auntie Y/N’s belly?”

Jimin chuckles. “I have seen it, kid.”

“She’s got a baby in there,” Sung-ho grins. “Mama told me how babies are made.”

Both you and Jimin immediately exchange looks. 

“Uh, what did mama tell you, Sung-ho?” you ask him awkwardly. 

Sung-ho sits up and looks at you both. “She said when two people love each other, you have to kiss here, and here, and here!” — he points at your nose, lips, and belly respectively. “Is that what you did to Auntie Y/N?” he asks Jimin. 

Jimin and you both smile, and Jimin nods. “That’s exactly what I did.”

Sung-ho beams. “Now Auntie is gonna get a big belly and have a new baby like Ji-seok!”

“Exactly,” you smile, gently ushering him to lie back down. “How about we read you your bedtime book so tomorrow you can read it to Ji-seok, hm?”

“Okay,” Sung-ho nods. “But can uncle Jimi sing for me first?”

Jimin answers immediately. “Of course I can. Have you missed my singing?”

Sung-ho nods. 

“Is Auntie Y/N not good at singing like me?” Jimin pretends to whisper, giving you a funny look. 

“Hey!” You playfully hit his arm and Sung-ho giggles. 

Jimin winks at you before turning back to Sung-ho. “Which one d’you want me to sing, hm?”

“Mm, little snowflake!” 

“You got it,” Jimin smiles. He turns to you and takes your hand, gently placing a kiss on it before he puts his hand on your tummy. “I can sing to our little one too, now,” he smiles. 

It melts your heart, making you feel the happiest you ever felt and you nod, beaming. 

Jimin kisses your cheek before turning to Sung-ho again and he quietly starts singing with his hand still on your tummy. 

His voice is soft and sweet, calming you as you listen just as attentively as Sung-ho. Your eyes close as you rest your head on Jimin’s shoulder, and you bring your hand to rest gently over his, just a few inches from your entire future together. 

A/N: thank you for reading! <3 the epilogue is coming very soon :)

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Swimming Lessons.

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Short story # 9

2,350 - Words

Fandom - Red Dead Redemption 2

Pairing - John Marston X Reader

Summary - Based entirely on Imagine # 662, which reads. imagine taking it upon yourself to teach John how to swim.

Warnings - Light smut, its just a handjob. (Cause I'm a horny bitch, especially when it come to Mr. John Marston.)

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Looking to her left (Y/n) began snickering quietly when she noticed John snacking away on candy. "What?" John cocked a confused brow at her, still munching away. "You and your candy." (Y/n) shook her head with a grin. "What, I like 'em." John frowned, hesitating his chewing. "Oh nothing, I think it's sweet." (Y/n) joked making John roll his eyes playfully. "Ya got any to spare for your favorite girl?" (Y/n) hummed as she rode beside him, batting her lashes. "Oh I don't give Grace candy." John retorted as he pat his horses mane, his words making (Y/n) huff with a frown. "I see how it is." (Y/n) crossed her arms, spurring her horse into a trot. "Now hold on darling." John called out spurring on his own horse. "I was only playin' sugar." John nudged her shoulder, holding out a few pieces of candy. "And here I am, going out of my way to help you. And what do I get in return, the nerve of some people." (Y/n) sassed turning her nose up at his offer, a fit of giggles erupting from her when John practically pulled her onto his lap, hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry darlin'." John whispered into her hair as he nuzzled into her neck. "Oh alright, I forgive you." (Y/n) sighed playfully, adjusting herself back onto her horse, afterwards leaning over to plant a kiss on John's scared cheek. "Here sugar." John hummed as he grasped her hand, pushing a few pieces of candy into the palm of her hand. "Awe thanks honey." (Y/n) cooed making John chuckle at her, smiling contently as they continued their journey.

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A few hours had passed and the sun was beginning to set. "We're almost there, but the path isn't the safest to travel at night, we should set up camp then continue in the morning." (Y/n) suggested. "Alright." John agreed with a nod of his head. "Where you wanting to set up?" John asked as they trotted across a bridge. "There's a clearing up ahead, looks like a good a spot as any." (Y/n) pointed to the clearing in the distance. "Sounds like a plan." John agreed as they neared the sight. "Where is it your wanting to go tomorrow?" John asked with curiosity. "Dodds bluff just south of widows Rock, there's an abandoned shack we can set up in." (Y/n) answered his question. "Why there?" John asked with curiosity. "Several reasons, one because the water up there is beautiful, and always a comfortable temperature in the summer, plus we're far away from our friends, so you don't have to worry about them teasing us." (Y/n) explained as they moved from the road to the grass to find the best spot to set up camp. "What exactly are we doing, that they would tease us about?" John eyed his girlfriend wearily. "I'm gonna teach you how to swim finally." (Y/n) stated as she dismounted, her words causing John to freeze up. "Swim?" He muttered in worry. "Yes John, swim." (Y/n) laughed softly as she unpacked her things. "I-I um..." John stammered nervously. "John sweetie, we'll take it slow I promise." (Y/n) assured him as she approached his side, resting a reassuring hand onto his knee. John smiled softly, his heart melting. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me." John whispered softly, his confession making (Y/n) blush under his tender gaze.

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"So darling, how long you plannin' on us staying out here?" John asked as they sat up the camp, one tent for them, and the other to keep their supplies dry if it rains in the night. "However long it takes until your able to swim on your own confidently." (Y/n) hummed as she moved on to feed the horses some grain. "That could take awhile." John chuckled nervously. "That's okay, I let Arthur and Dutch know we wouldn't be back for awhile." (Y/n) shrugged casually. "How'd you manage that?" John asked as he finished up the last of the work. "I found a few gold bars while out exploring, and I donated two of them." (Y/n) hummed as she brushed her horse, John joining her to brush his own horse. "How many did you find?" John asked with astonishment, both surprised and impressed that she found any gold bars to begin with. "Four." (Y/n) smiled at him, a certain gleam in her eyes. "And what are you planning on doing with the other two?" John asked with a curious gaze. "Well someone real special has a birthday coming up." (Y/n) mused with a playful grin, making John feel all giddy inside like a little kid. "Darlin' you're just to much sometimes." John shook his head with a smile, making (Y/n) giggle softly. "You love me for it." (Y/n) shrugged, gasping when John hugged her from behind. "I love you for more than that baby girl." John cooed as he nuzzled into her soft hair, inhaling her natural scent.

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When morning came around (Y/n) was practically bouncing with excitement, while John sluggishly followed after her. Having broke down camp and packed up, the couple continued their journey. The small road they took seep and narrow in some spots, making John understand why they didn't risk riding on last night. "There's the shack." (Y/n) pointed to the little shanty, a wide smile upon her pretty face. "The water looks kinda fast." John pointed out as they neared the small building. "It's slower upstream." (Y/n) hummed as she dismounted her horse. "If you say so." John murmured skeptically. "Are you sure no one lives here?" He added as he dismounted. "Yeah I've come up here a hundred times, no one's ever here." (Y/n) shrugged while unpacking their supplies. John wasn't convinced however and removed his bolt action rifle from his saddle, approaching the house first. "Let me just check first." John explained when (Y/n) eyed him funny. "Oh alright." She smiled up at him before he turned his attention to the door, which he pushed open slowly with his rifle. Humming with satisfaction John turned back to (Y/n), shouldering his rifle. "You were right, it's abandoned." He walked down the steps of the porch, taking the supplies from (Y/n)'s hands to take inside. "I would say I'm always right, but you've proven me wrong plenty of times." (Y/n) laughed as they continued their work, her words making John chuckle. "Oh you mean like that time you thought you wouldn't like it when I stick my-" (Y/n) threw an apple at him, cutting him off. "Yes John, like then." She sassed with pinkness in her cheeks, making John laugh a hardy laugh. "You walked funny for three days, but not once did you complain." He teased with a grin, making (Y/n) whine as she hid her face in her hands. "Can we please stay on task here?" She groaned between her fingers, making John beam with pride. "Sure thing sugar." He mused into her ear, relishing in the sight of her shuddering from his voice alone.

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After everything was dealt with, and the horses tended to (Y/n) led John a little ways upstream. "Are you sure about this?" John asked as they began stripping out of the majority of their clothes. "What of someone sees us?" He added with a nervous glance. "We're far from the main road, and people don't really use this road. We'll be fine, and even if someone sees, it doesn't matter. What we're doing is none of their business." (Y/n) assured her lover, pecking his lips to comfort him. "Hey I want a real kiss." John pouted as he followed after (Y/n), who was now hip deep in water, having gone into the small stream that connects into to river. "Then come get it cowboy." (Y/n) teased as John stood on the back, having an internal debate. Gathering his courage he made up his mind, and began walking into the shallow stream. "The things I do for love." John huffed when he reached (Y/n), his hands instinctively resting on her hips. "I've got you baby." (Y/n) hummed before connecting their lips, the sweet feeling of her lips against his detracting him from his fear of the water. John's grip tightened when she began walking backwards into deeper water, their lips still connected in a passionate kiss. "Wait." John broke the kiss with a strained voice, looking at the water beyond her shoulder. "Hey John look at me." (Y/n) grasped his face between her hands, turning his attention solely to her. "Do you trust me?" She asked as she peered into his dark eyes. "Of course I trust you, I trust you with my life." John proclaimed with a series tone, knowing she'd never hurt him or betray his trust. "Follow me, and stay focused on me, I'll keep you safe." (Y/n) smiled softly, slowly walking back towards the river. John nodded his head, his grasp on her hips still tight as he followed her obediently. His breath came out shaky as he breathed through his mouth, his eyes still locked onto (Y/n)'s. With each careful step they moved deeper and deeper into the water, until the water rest now at chest height. "How you doing John?" (Y/n) asked as she stroked his hair back, smiling at him reassuringly. "I'm alright, just need a moment." He admitted his hands noticeably shaking against her hips. "Take all the time you need baby." (Y/n) cooed as she leaned forward, catching his lips to distract his mind.

When they broke for air John had relaxed quite a bit, now ignoring the sounds of rushing water, he focused solely on the woman before him. "I love you." He murmured softly, so touched that she wanted to take the time to teach him how to swim, something no one else had ever tried. "I love you too John." (Y/n) leaned into his chest, resting her head into the crook of his neck. They stood their in a relaxed tranquil state in the water, allowing John the time he needed to truly relax. "Let's keep going." He suggested softly. "How about we stay here, so you know you can stand up if you begin to panic." (Y/n) countered his suggestion, slowly lowering herself into the cool water until she was on her knees. "Okay." John muttered to himself as he followed suit, slowly lowering himself. "You're doing good." (Y/n) praised when he finally sank down before her, the water now up to his neck. "I'm terrified." John admitted with a shaky voice, wrapping his arms around (Y/n)'s hips now. "Relax sugar, I'm here." (Y/n) hummed as she rubbed his back soothingly, smiling when his back muscles relaxed under her touch. "You know I might just have to reward you for doing so good." (Y/n) mused with a suggestive tone, her words causing John's breath to hitch in his throat. "R-really?" He stammered with surprise, his excitement building in an instant at the lewd thoughts popping into his head. "Yeah." (Y/n) hummed softly, one hand slowly drifting under the water, and down his body. "(Y/n)." John murmured quietly, his cock hardening as her fingers brushed against it. "All for me?" (Y/n) smirked before slipping her hand into his underwear, grasping his manhood by the base, and giving it a gentle squeeze. "All for you." John nodded his head in agreement, his hips thrusting forward, desperate for more friction.

(Y/n) giggled softly as she began stroking his length, rubbing her thumb against the underside of his cock firmly, from time to time. John's mind went hazy with pleasure, his eyes closing as he rest his forehead against (Y/n)'s shoulder. "Just relax baby, I'll take care of you. Make you feel good." (Y/n) cooed and then began peppering his face and neck with kisses. "So good." John praised quietly, unaware of his surroundings anymore. (Y/n) twisted her wrist while brushing her fingers across the tip of John dick, causing a shutter to run down his back. John hissed in pleasure his cock throbbing with need, twitching a little as he neared his end. "Cum for me honey." (Y/n) encouraged picking up her pace, the erratic movements of her arm, made the water slosh around them. "(Y-Y/n)!" John stammered in a moan, ropes of cum spurting from his cock as he came undone for her. "Good job baby." (Y/n) praised her lover, still stroking his cock slowly, working him through his euphoric high. "(Y/n)." John murmured her name, pecking sloppy kisses against her neck. "John my sweet sweet John." She cooed tilting his head up to look into his eyes. "You didn't even notice." She added with a playful smile, her words causing John to take in his surroundings. His heart froze for a moment when he realized they were now much deeper in the river, his feet just barely able to touch the bottom. "See John, swimming ain't so bad." (Y/n) brushed his hair back softly, smiling at him warmly when he noticeably calmed. "Y-yeah I guess you're right." John smiled remaining relaxed when (Y/n) moved back a little, allowing him to float on his own. "It's kinda fun actually." John chuckled as he got the hang of swimming in place. "It is." (Y/n) agreed with pure joy, beyond happy to have taught John Marston how to swim. The couple spent the next three days swimming, and the next four nights making sweet love under the stars, and within the privacy of the little shack. Only leaving when John felt comfortable with swimming. The pair of them worn by the time they got back to camp, Arthur watching them excuse themselves straight to bed with a knowing smile.

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Makeup [S.B]

Sirius Black x plus size!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: a toxic relationship history and a bit of insecurity because of it.

A/N: I did a questionnaire a few days ago to see what kind of reader you would like me to do. This is the first one I do base on that questionnaire and I want to say the following:

The only reason the reader is specified as "plus size!reader" is that if there is someone who fits this description, feel comfortable.

You will never see something like "her FAT body" NO, NEVER

Much less that the One shot revolves around their weight (neither nationality, nor gender identity, nor sexuality nor all the things that they put in that questionnaire). I only write about NORMAL people in normal situations. All bodies are beautiful, we are all beautiful.

So, if you are a plus size person, welcome. If you are not, you can also read it without feeling left out in any way.

I really hope that you feel comfortable with everything I write and that you know that I seek to be as inclusive as possible. Without more to say, thanks for taking the time to read my stuff. Tell me your opinion, if you want!💕

You looked in the mirror one last time.

Sirius, the boy of your dreams, had asked you out on a date and you wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

You had met him because you both lived on the same floor of the condo block and it was inevitable to bump into him from time to time. It wasn't the best place to live, it was small and a little dirty, but it was the only thing you could afford and the fastest you could find after that happened.

You liked the way Sirius smelled because when he crossed the corridors, you could perceive a mixture of leather (you supposed it was due to all the clothes he used of this material) and an elegant cologne that drove you crazy.

At first, it scared you a little to see him with that piercing in his eyebrow and his multiple tattoos, but later you realized that he was really nobody to be afraid of, on the contrary, he turned out to be a very tender and sweet boy.

The first time you spoke to him it was because you were struggling to open your door while carrying boxes and bags that you had brought from the supermarket. The boy noticed you were having trouble and walked up to you to offer his help, so (still a bit wary) you said yes.

Once he held your purchases, you could open the lock, but when you turned around, you noticed that Sirius was secretly looking at the contents of your bags and when he realized that you had caught him, he blushed.

"Sorry I'm a little gossipy," he said shyly "I'm Sirius"

"I thought you were a gossip"

"No, my name is Sirius" he laughed and it was your turn to blush.

"Oh, sorry"

"Okay, anyone can get confused" he murmured with his charming smile, handing you what he was holding in his hands "I live in the 512" he informed you. Of course, you knew he lived in that apartment; you had seen him come into its thousands of times "In case you need anything. You know, some plumbing or things that have to do with tools and that shit of men" he murmured kindly. You frowned a little and then he quickly added "I mean, it's not that girls can't do that and it's okay if you know how to do those things, you seem like a smart and capable person. It's just that sometimes it's tedious and requires strength... and it's not that you don't have strength, I mean...” Sirius couldn't continue because he heard you giggle and then realized he was looking like an idiot “Just call me if you need anything and if you want to do it, yes?” he explained to you and you nodded with a smile.

"Thanks for offering your help Sirius" you replied, looking at him over your bags.

"You’re welcome, miss..."

"Y/N" you completed. He smiled and wrapped a dark curl around his finger that fell unruly from his ponytail.

"I'll see you later then, Y/N. It was nice to greet you" he said by way of farewell and you nodded to respond.

You haven't felt like this with any guy since you met your dear (sarcasm) ex-boyfriend. The insecurities that he had created in you kept you from thinking about having something else later and you honestly didn't feel ready to have your heart broken again.

But Sirius continued to be kind to you. Whenever he looked at you, he made an effort to have a topic of conversation, even if you were not so eloquent, and little by little, he was gaining your trust and your affection. As the weeks went by, you became good friends who chatted in the elevator or occasionally (when you weren't late for work) went downstairs just to share a little more time.

Until one day Sirius showed up at your door with his clothes stained with something that looked like paint, his hair tied up in a messy way and smelling of burned food. He was so beautiful in his own way and you were so afraid of falling in love with him because you knew beforehand that having something else would be impossible.

After all, no boy would ever love you. It was something that your ex-boyfriend had commissioned to get very well into your head.

"Go out?" you asked a little confused after he asked you. You didn't want to misunderstand things.

"Yes! We could go wherever you want. For ice cream, to dinner, to a park, to the cinema... I don't know, wherever you can think of”

"Why?" was the first thing that occurred to you to ask. Now it was Sirius' turn to look confused.

"Well, I thought it would be an opportunity to meet and... spend more time together" he explained and although you had understood the idea it seemed impossible to think that the boy had any kind of interest in you "But it's fine if you don't want to, I don't pretend be upset"

"I'd love to," you rushed to say, fearful that the opportunity would slip through your grasp. You saw him smile and after exchanging a few more words he left with a smile that you couldn't see, but that was pure joy.

Finally, the day of "go out" arrived and you were about to tell him that you could not go. You were nervous, more than nervous you were anxious about what could happen or what he could say about you.

You had searched your entire wardrobe for something decent to wear and after pulling and removing and taking out the clothes and trying them on, none of them convinced you. You looked in the mirror and didn't feel like it was enough of an outfit to date a man as handsome as him. In the first place, you did not even know why he had chosen to go out with you, because, although you considered yourself a nice person, you could not boast of being the most interesting.

Don't think about it, don't think about it, you kept repeating yourself as you continued to get ready and looked at the wall clock waiting for the time for Sirius to knock on your apartment.

Once you were with your outfit ready, you looked yourself up and down and although he did not completely convince you, you decided to tell yourself that you looked beautiful. Still a little nervous you looked at the makeup bag that was under some things on your dressing table. You hadn't put on makeup for years, because you were still scared to hear the comments in your head with that horrible voice.

You look like a whore.

You shook your head to ward off all the negativity and taking a breath you plucked up the courage to open the zippers and remove the beautiful makeup that you had abandoned. When you were finishing and without giving a chance to regret there was a knock on the door that took you by surprise. You went out and found Sirius wearing a striped t-shirt and ripped jeans that reminded you of that blond singer... Kurt was his name?

"Wow" you heard him say and he caught you staring at him adoringly. But you noticed that he looked at you the same "You are beautiful" he said with a smile. You frowned, again a little afraid that he was lying, but you tried again to push away those ideas of self-sabotage and smiled widely.

"I'm glad you like it. You look very handsome, you look like...”

"A rock star? I know” he said winking at you and managing to make you laugh “It's a joke, thanks for the compliment, sweetie” he replied, with his pretty smile of sealed lips. Just when you were smiling at him you watched him pay special attention to your makeup and put on a face that completely terrified you, taking all your confidence.

"Something wrong?"

"Your makeup" he pronounced. You felt your heart squeeze a little.

"You do not like? I can go take it off if you find it ugly or something like that…”

"Ugly?" he asked offended "No! It’s beautiful, but I feel like it lacks a touch. You know, the cherry on the cake that stands out in your eyes” he explained. You looked at him confused for the third time and he snapped his fingers as if the answer had suddenly come to his head "Eyeliner"

"Eyeliner?"

"Of course! Don't you like to use it? " he said kindly, turning his head to the side. You denied.

"I never learned how to do it" you lied. There was a bit of truth to it, but it also had a lot to do with the fact that he kept repeating that you looked vulgar with the eyeliner.

“I'm good at it! Come with me,” he murmured. He took your hand carefully and dragged you gently through the hall until they reached his apartment. You were a nervous wreck when he invited you to join him. "Sorry about the mess, I'm really the most distracted person on the planet and I forget to arrange things," he said with an embarrassed smile. You looked at some vinyl lying around, clothes, food packages, paintings, a guitar. There was a certain peace and beauty within all that mess, completely reflecting the boy who was desperately searching for his favorite eyeliner.

"Come," he asked once he left his room. You sat in a red leather chair he had and he leaned in your direction, very close to your face "Raise your head and look slightly down" he asked you and you listened. He took you by the chin with one hand and you saw him stick his tongue out just a little bit (as a sign of his concentration) while drawing on your eyelids. When he indicated that he had finished you saw him smile from ear to ear, which you imitated when he saw yourself in a mirror.

"Wow..." you whispered. Years ago, you loved putting on makeup and especially eyeliner, so seeing you again like that you were surprised. Besides, he was right, his hand was excellent at it.

"Now it's perfect, right?" he said excitedly. Perfect, that's how Sirius described what was in front of his eyes.

"Yeah... it looks much better" you admitted shyly. You couldn't believe that Sirius could make you feel so comfortable and calm, as well as help you maintain your confidence in yourself.

"I just hope I don't meet jealous guys for not having someone so pretty accompanying them," he said flirtatiously, making you laugh because of your nerves and making you blush "Shall we go?" he asked smiling and extending a hand to help you up.

You looked at him, still amazed to have found someone like that in your life, and took his hand with a smile.

Who would say that sometimes love stories begin like this?

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hello! running their thumb over the other’s hand 6 and kisses on head 20 <33 seems like a sweet theme, thank u!!

“OMG I DIDNT REALIZE I DIDNT PUT WHO I WOULD LIKE LOL i’m the anon who asked for 6 and 20, with johnny. sorry for the mix up :(( <33”

hahah it's okay – thank u for requesting and for sending in a second ask anon!!! <3

hand-holding, 6: running their thumb over the other’s hand

kisses, 20: kisses on head

bath scene, reader is shaving their legs, nothing sexual!

you’re sitting across one another in the bath, gradually relaxing from the long day at work. the water around you is warm and the smell of citrus wafts through the air. it’s the only other thing on your mind, the other being johnny sitting across you, staring at you with hearts in his eyes.

“what?” you blurt out without much thought, raising an eyebrow when he doesn’t answer your question. it’s like he’s in a trance, hypnotised by the way your wet hair falls against your bare shoulders, how some straying strands stick to your skin stubbornly, how the droplets on your skin seem to linger like a slo-mo movie.

johnny wishes that that scene could stop completely, so he could admire you without the rush of schedules and dancing and cameras. your legs are propped on johnny’s shoulder, toes holding onto the rim of the bathtub for some support.

his lips stretch into a smile, “nothing.”

you eye him suspiciously, continuing your quest to shave your legs without wobbling over. you could invite johnny into the shower, but you know that would lead to something else. the thought makes your skin heat up, grateful for the natural cloak of steam in the bathroom that would otherwise be questioned.

“well,” you carefully drag your shaver over a difficult spot on your leg, making sure you don’t open up an old wound from a few weeks ago. johnny was an indirect cause of it, having called out to you while your back was turned. the shower was not the place for you to shave, and that terrifying experience of feeling your butt meet with the weird texture of the shower floor was enough to prove it.

you pause a little too long on the single word that it prompts your boyfriend to repeat it, “well?”

“oh right, sorry. i’m just saying…” you wave the shaver at him, bits of hair dropping into water below you, “if you’re planning to splash water onto me again, i will kick you out of this bath.”

johnny’s mmhm’s and uh huh’s fill the space, almost entirely sure he didn’t listen to a word you said before you open your mouth to repeat it.

“i-“ you stop yourself, “why are you looking at me like that?”

you ignore the flutter in your heart when he laughs, struggling to keep up your annoyed facade, but cave anyway when you return one of your own.

your heart soars again when he drops a “you’re so cute”, water sloshing around you when he removes your legs from his shoulders. the whole scene feels more sensual than it should be, eyeing the man slowly creeping up to your side of the bath with a smile.

it’s not the darker ones he gives when he’s in the mood, though, looking rather gentle and almost sad when he hovers over you.

“you okay?” you whisper, bringing a hand to his cheek. his skin is hot, so so hot against your fingertips and yours threaten to turn to mush when he nuzzles into your palm, obviously loving your touch. johnny couldn’t get enough of you.

he nods, slowly, arms lowering himself to place a kiss on the crown of your head. it’s like a kiss of a fairy, soft and timid when they do their daily checks on their garden of growth. johnny does his best to love you with each passing day, but with your calm state and small smile, he thinks that maybe he should take a back seat for once.

johnny lays down on your chest, sighing into your skin as his body fully relaxes.

“anything on your mind?”

the other shakes his head, “’s fine, i don’t feel like talking anyway.” it’s true when he gets distracted with your hands anyway, liking the way your fingers react unexpectedly to his touch. it’s random and candid. you decide to do the same to him when you press a kiss to his forehead.

his giggle is like nectar, “what’d you do that for?” you shrug, wet shoulders making a frrrt sound against the bathtub, “do it again.” and so you did, each time a different place on his head, from where his hairline started, to the top of his eyebrow and his temple.

although, johnny always wants to have the last laugh. he smiles through a sloppy kiss he gives to your lips before humming and snuggling back into your chest. the monotonous circles he draws on the back of your palm is captivating, and you’re almost ready for a tease from the other, but all you see is a tender smile on his face.

drunk from your love, drunk from the citrus water that’s made its way onto your body, drunk from the domesticity of everything you have and everything you possess in this moment.

you let him have his fun, you let him shower you with love, you let him rest against you like what he deserves and more, because you’d be giving it all back to him anyway.

in the way you dry him off later, in the way you two share laughter from him laying all his weight on you, in the way your legs tangle with his long ones in hushed whispers of goodnights and i love yous, you hope it's enough to let johnny know that he deserves everything and more.

[kyberheart]

A Deceitful Creation Part #1 -  Wolffe x F!Reader

Part #2

Summary: You’ve been trying for a while now to get pregnant with your lover. Knowing that may never happen, you ask for some outside help from Wolffe on the down-low...

Word Count: 1483

Warnings: 18+, piv sex, infidelity, pregnancy/trying for a baby, cursing, angst

A/N: Heyyyyyyyy.... I’m still here! I had some stuff going on this past week so I missed my Friday fic upload, but hey! It’s Sunday, only missed it by a few days so whatever. I’m still working on part #3 of my little Techy-boy story. Hopefully will be finished by Friday the 3rd! Heh... part #3 on the 3rd... perfect. ANYWAY I hope you like this little blurb I wrote. I wanted maximum sad with lots of OOF. I kept the summary and header as vague as possible to not spoil the end. Good luck in there!

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Wolffe was different with you. All teeth and tongue and nails dug into the plump flesh of your thighs. The look adorning his eyes in this moment is akin to a knife’s edge; he was holding back as not to tear you to shreds.

Your lover on the other hand, well… he was the whisper of a cool breeze in the night. A cascading avalanche of stolen breaths and languid strokes. Completely and utterly tender with you.

“C-close Wolffe, almost…I’m—!”

He nods, stooping to kiss you, but swiftly retracts his head with a tiny scowl. He knew the rules. No marks that can’t be covered up, no pet names, and under no circumstances can he kiss you. This was just a mutually beneficial transaction. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I got you… I got you…”

He’s reaching down, down, down to make contact with your clit. You keen, dropping your head back into the mattress. He fucks you through your orgasm, spilling inside of you as your legs wrap tightly around his waist. You tremble under him as you come down from your high. In a blur of muscle-memory Wolffe is reaching behind you for a pillow. He props your hips upward with it, grinding into you a few more times to make sure his seed is in there nice and deep.

“If this isn’t the one, I’m not sure if I can help. Maybe what they say is true, maybe we’re all infertile. I mean, I’ve heard rumors of defectors running off and getting people knocked up, but…” He shrugs, pulling out of you to head into the ‘fresher. You sigh, staring at the grey ceiling above you. That really wasn’t the case. Some were infertile, yes. You knew that all too well…

“I’m headed out. I have a supply run to facilitate. You alright?”

Wolffe grunts as he snaps his scratched armor around himself. He wasn’t much for conversations after the act. Rather, he preferred to be on his merry way as fast as possible. It wasn’t so much to avoid catching feelings as it was to steer clear of talking. He was undoubtedly the most stand-offish of the clones you knew. You were often surprised at how easy it was to lure him into the bedroom with how hostile his demeanor could be. Though on second thought he was just a normal guy. Sex is just as fun for him as it is for others.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks Wolffe. If this one doesn’t stick I’ll leave you alone.”

He pauses to search your face. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around your chest with a sleepy yawn. A garbled message blips from his forearm, which he answers with a quick acknowledgement before seating his helmet onto his head.

“Understood. I’ll see you around. Say hi to my vod for me when he gets back.”

And with that, he’s silently leaving your apartment into the void beyond. In the silence of the room your mind wanders once more. You think of your lover. Where was he right now? Somewhere far, far away? Somewhere he was safe? Was he warm, fed, and happy?

The cool dribble of Wolffe’s cum down your thigh snaps you from your rumination. You glance at the clock, finding it’s already been twenty minutes since he’d left. More than enough time, you think. With a quick curl of your spine you’re up on your feet and heading to the ‘fresher for a nice long shower. Hopefully when you were out you’d have a comm or a message from your lover.

----------------- He hunches low, lips hovering so close to your ear his hot breaths could have burned a hole through your head.

“That’s it baby, such a good girl. Just a—oh, squeezing me so tight tonight, huh? This’ll be the one, the kriffing ONE. Gonna fuck you full, fill you up to bursting. Make you s-swell with my baby. Can’t wait to see you like that… all mine…”

You cum so hard the world around you dissipates into nothing but him. He growls, pitching you forward with his angled thrusts. His hips crush you into the bed as he cums right along with you. His amber eyes sizzle with freshly tapped desire. Whispered adorations mingle between the two of you, lost to the spinning darkness of the night. When you’ve calmed your heaving breaths, you reach up to grab one of the pillows above you. He helps you position it under your hips before kissing you roughly. Between pecks, he speaks with a heart full of gentle sweetness.

“I’ll keep doing this—you’ll see. We’ll have a little one running around before you know it. Our little adi’ka… yeah…”

His eyes grow distant, lips stilling at the nape of your neck. You huff, smacking his shoulder with your hand.

“I know babe, don’t worry. With how much you’ve been between my legs I think we’ll be having LOTS of them running around.”

You wink at him, leaning up to kiss him again. He chuckles, reciprocating your heavy prodding tongue with his own within your mouth.

“I just… I know we’ve been trying for over a year… what if I...”

You shoot him a frown, tilting your head up to look him straight in the eyes. The fact of the matter was daunting and sat like tepid acid on your tongue. If he knew he wasn’t able to sire children, it would truly break him.

“NO! You are perfectly fine the way you are. I’d know, remember? I’m chief medical officer here dummy. You—WE have nothing to worry about. It’ll happen when the time is right. Trust me.”

He smiles at you, the sight of which could warm even the frostiest planet of Hoth into the dunes of Tatooine. All your love, all your patience and turmoil and sympathy and curiosity and… kriff, you’re everything was him. All him, always was and always will be. Him.

-------------------- The vividness of your dream wakes you with a start. It seemed to be recurring the last few days, a memory of the last time you and your lover were together. You shake your head of the images that haunted you. If only he was home, you wouldn’t worry so much about him.

It had already been a few weeks since Wolffe had occupied your bed. A queasy feeling was beginning to settle low in your stomach. Your lover hadn’t been back in a long while, and you were starting to think something wasn’t right.

You rise to pee, realizing in the dimly lit hush of dawn that this was becoming a frequent occurrence for you. When your shirt brushes a bit too roughly against one of your nipples you yelp. Were they always so sore in the morning? Wait…

Could this be it? A surge of adrenaline hits you like a Hammerhead Corvette as you rush into the ‘fresher. Not long after, you have a small white strip laying on your counter. Your knee bobs with anticipation, head in your hands as you sit on the hard tiled floor. This might just be it!

As the lines swell in the tiny viewport, you force yourself to breathe as deeply as possible. The memory pushes it’s way to the front of your mind once more to taunt you, to make you feel a twinge of guilt at what you’ve done. With a groan you run your fingers soothingly through your hair. You knew you could do this. Joy, passion, and relief would pave over the deceit from which this baby would be born. Your lover would never know the truth, but it was unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Forging a life, a family for the two of you was all that mattered right now.

The time is up. The minutes counted down with bated breaths. A scream tears its way from your throat as you see the result:

Pregnant

Before you can have a full-blown excitement meltdown, a beeping from the other room draws your attention. Your comm sits on your nightstand, signaling you of an incoming message. The words flash on the screen as you wipe tears from your eyes:

Dropping in to save a Jedi Master on Lola Sayu. Don’t worry, should be home before your pretty little head hits the pillow. See you soon my love. My heart is yours, forever.

Oh, you were squealing with delight now. It was finally happening! For REAL! This was a dream come true. A baby… you were going to have a baby! And your lover was going to be home by the end of the day. You wanted to comm him, send him a picture of the test, yell it to the kriffing UNIVERSE that you were fulfilling a long-awaited dream. Both of you were. You calmed yourself, resolving to tell him in person when he got home.

You couldn’t wait until Echo was back!