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A stinky wish 2: even stinker (FOP)

It was amazing what could happen to you in the span of only 3 days. Timmy had not so very long ago been pushing along, not popular at school but not the least popular. He wasn't friendless though he didn't have the best of friend and well having to put up with a babysitter who even Satan would of told to dial it back it had come with a awesome trade off. He'd been gifted with two fairy god parents who loved him and made up for his own parents ignoring him so much and he got to go off on also adventures! Of course like everything else there were trade offs to having faeries, like the one he was experiencing right now. with Wanda the smarter of the two having to go back to fairy world, Timmy and Cosmo had been left alone and like a fat kid on a skate board at the top of a hill, things had gone downward fast. with one admittedly poorly planed out swish Timmy was nothing more then a big baby in the eyes of not only his parents, but everyone who wasn't a magical creature around him. with THAT came the joys of being spoon fed, bottle fed, early bedtimes, crappy boring TV shows and the very worse of all: Diapers diapers and MORE diapers. Timmy could of gotten used to the food over time, he'd learned to eat her meatloaf after all. He was getting lots of sleep and honestly did feel less grouchy then normal so the early bed times were growing on him as well. Heck, maybe with enough time he could of even gotten into the baby shows that was his tv viewing. but there was no way he would ever get used to the smell and feel of messing himself, a feat that happened far more then he wanted it to with his diet. adding into the horror before Cosmo had fricked him over and taken off for parts unknown, he'd 'helped' Timmy out but making his control get nice and weak and now most of the time Timmy wasn't even aware he needed to take a dump till his diaper was filling up. if there was ONE small saving grace, his bladder control was remaining strong though Timmy would of gladly swapped between his bladder and his bowels. 'All I have to do is focus on keeping control of one..I can always wish the other back.' Timmy thought to himself each night as he was tucked into his crib, in a fuzzy sleeper and hugging a teddy. it was a warm thought that helped him sleep, though he would soon find out that might not exactly be the truth.

Timmy woke up the same way on morning three as he had before, on the changing table in his room turned nursery and partway though a change. Since his nose wasn't burning and he didn't have wipe after wipe being used on his tushie he assumed that he hadn't messed in his sleep. (he of course recalled waking up and wetting himself, but with him in a crib and no one understanding a word he said or anything he wrote, trying to tell someone to needed to use the potty was impossible) "Good morning sunshine!" His mom coo'ed, getting the fresh diaper around his hips taped up, ready for packing (he was a little cynical at this point) but then bending down and blowing raspberries on his tummy, making Timmy giggle and laugh. Since she still had down that even when he was a big boy and the reaction had been the same, it wasn't so bad and frankly since he knew what was coming after this, he tried to keep it going as long as possible. Sadly his tummy growled betraying him and showing he was hungry, even if he had no love for the gruel he got for his Breakfast, lunch and dinner. "Sounds like someone needs some nummy num's in his tummy tum!" His mom coo'ed, scooping him up and not bothering to get him dressed since Timmy always made SUCH a mess when he was fed. "I don't suppose I could put in for a order of waffles could I?" Timmy said, resigned to his fate but knowing that his mom would only hear baby babble. "Heh, Aww someone trying to tell mommy how hungry he is?" "Something like that." Timmy replied, then nuzzled into her.

getting into the kitchen and being strapped into the highchair, Timmy raised a eyebrow as his mom went about dumping his usual jar of baby food out into a bowl (All normal there) but then went and opened a banana and sliced it, putting the pieces in the mush. "I have some bigggg news for my big boy~" his mom said, coming over and pulling up her chair and getting ready to spoon feed him. "Somebodies gonna start his potty training today!" "Wait really? that's freaking awesome!" Timmy said, grinning wide and bouncing around as much as he could in his high chair. suddenly things didn't look so bleak and even the baby food didn't smell as bad! of course his mom only saw and heard a excited baby bouncing around and smirked, but she was glad he was excited. "And of course big boys who use the potty get big boy num num's." She added, getting a spoon of the mush ready and holding it up with a banana slice in it. "Open widdddde!" Timmy did as he was told, wanting to get though the feeding as fast as possible and earn his way to pull-ups or dare he even think it, UNDIES! with big boy dreams in his head he chowed down, taking in spoonful and mouthful after mouthful, barely noticing how awful the muck tasted or how good the slices of banana was. In fact he was so distracted and out of it, he was half way though the second bowl before he realized he was tasting apples now, which was what clued him in. 'whoa, really zoned out there.. gotta watch that.' He thought to himself, but now focused on the task at hand did his best to speed though the rest of the bowl. Sadly this had the effect of making his mom think the little guy was super duper hungry, not that he was eager to start and wanted breakfast over with. As such Timmy would have to sit and squirm, his tummy getting super full and pushing out agint the tray of the table as his mom went and made a third bowl, this time with peaches added in. Ironically, after having nothing but baby food in his tummy for so long his guts were acting kinda funky with the solids coming into play and last nights dinner was making itself known with a series of loud poots coming out of his back end, making Timmy wanna hurry up and get on the potty. "Mommy mommy! hurry!" Timmy said, trying to keep his words short and simple as it seemed to work best, he knew his parents could understand it when he said mommy,daddy and his own name. "Heh, aww, is somebody gonna make one last present in his diapers to send them off in style?" His mom coo'ed, tickling his chin. "you might as well, Mommy still needs to set your potty up!" "Oh come on! you can't tell me I'm gonna get to use a potty then make me poop myself!" Timmy whined, fusing and squirming. "That's just being a dick!" of course, if Timmy was smarter he would of stopped fighting and just ate, but instead with his whining and fussing, the farts got louder and wetter. He would only realize his folly as with 1/4 of the bowl left to go, he stopped passing gas, and started letting out something much worse.

"heh, sounds like somebodies making presents!" his mom teased, ignoring the god awful smell as his diapers started to expand and as always made him get 'taller' so to speak. she just adjusted where she was moving the spoon too and kept a eye on things so she could remove the tray if needed like his uber blow out a few days ago. While she loved her big baby of a son, it had been cleaning up that massive load that had made her think about giving Timmy a shot at potty training, plus he just seemed so much more mature these past few days! of course she didn't know that this was all because of a wish she had no way to realize that her memories of Timmy being a mindless pamper packer were fake and this was the real Timmy she was dealing with. 'I'll miss the bonding time while I change him but I won't miss the smell.' she thought with a smile, getting the last of the food in Timmy mouth as the little guy had apparently bore down and was trying to get all of the poopie out. with the tray starting to dig into his legs she removed it and the straps, just grateful as she looked at the ever expanding diaper that they never leaked.

Timmy was panting and drained from the poopie, his diaper warm and squishy all around him and his nose burning from the smell of it and offered up zero fight as mommy picked him up, holding him under the arms and felling like half of his body weight had ended up in the formerly white diaper that was now sagging down to his knees and stained a ugly brown. 'I suppose getting out of this without making ONE last poopie diaper was expecting a little too much.' He thought to himself, letting his mom carry him but up to his nursery for the much needed diaper change. One clean diaper and a t-shirt tugged on later, and it was time to start potty training 101,something that despite already being mostly potty trained, Timmy found oddly amusing if for no other reason then it beat watching Big bird on tv. Watching and clapping along with the DVD, Timmy noted his mom was setting up a big training potty for him, duck shaped and with handler bars 'guess I can't be shocked she got one with a big bowl with how much I poopie.' Timmy thought, not catching himself thinking in babyish terms or the fleeting moment of pride over what a super pooper he was. With the DVD over Timmy's mom came over, sitting down and smiling. "Did you like the movie sweetie?" she asked, tickling his chin and getting a giggle and a head nod. "Ready to try out some of what you saw?" Timmy nodded his head again, more then willing to give it a go and eagerly crawled over to the training potty as the diapers he was in made the effort of walking too much of a hassle and he'd fall down every four steps anyways. He started to climb up onto the potty, super eager when his mom giggled and put a hand on his shoulder. "Whoa there buddy, You might wanna take the diapie off before getting on there." She teased, reaching down and tugging his diaper down so it was just around one ankle and helping him sit on the potty, and waiting for her little guy to prove he was ready to start growing up. Timmy was more then willing to help prove that and couldn't wait to use the potty, or so he thought.

half a hour later and the best Timmy had managed was to make a few dribbles of pee into the bowl, despite trying to will himself to wet big time and get out more back door fudge. Sadly the tank seemed to be running on nothing so to speak and while he got whinny and fussy, it was because he was trying and failing to go while to his mom it looked like he wasn't enjoying the potty. :I know, I know. it's no fun being stuck on the potty." She coo'ed and ruffled his hair. "Why don't we tug your diaper ack up and try later." it wasn't a question really and nothing Timmy said could of changed her mind, but as she was getting ready to pull him from the failed attempt he could feel something brewing and started to get excited, trying to tell her he was gonna make a poopie. Naturally since she couldn't understand him, she just took his happiness to mean he wanted his diaper back and mentally was already wondering if he wasn't as ready as she thought for the potty training. "mommy come on, wait! I have to go poopie I can feel it, i just need like 10 seconds!" Timmy was trying to tell her, again she only understood mommy so as the diapers were tugged back up and the tapes readjusted, it seemed like he was just trying to get her attention. "Hmm what's up little guy?" She asked, and was answered with a massive fart and standing right above the potty, legs on either side of it, Timmy squatted down and his thumb went in his mouth as his cheeks puffed out,he was pooping his diaper. Actually as it turned out pooping his diaper was a mild term for the hell that the boy unleashed in the back of his diaper. the solid food that had been mixed in with his baby food was clearly not agreeing with his digestive tract and work made the muck that normally came out come out in semi softball size loads, deforming the diaper and making Timmy whine and long for the days of just having the muck come out. More and more the poopie came out, making the diaper sag down and down, Timmy's mind semi reel at just how unfair it all was and then pausing as the back of the diaper hit something and he looked over his shoulder and the last of his mind slipped away, breaking out into a mad giggle as he realized that his diaper was resting on the potty so in a twisted sense.. 'I'm pooping on the potty!' he giggled and gurgled and coo'ed, bearing down and flushing out the rest of the poopie from his system, looking his mom in the eyes. She just signed and smiled, patting him on the head. "I guess that answers if you were ready huh? Finish up little guy."

Wanda was less then pleased as she found out that Cosmo had not only ditched Timmy while she was gone, but had done so after making him a big baby. She would of spent more time tearing him a new one, but had the foresight to know that she should go and get Timmy out of big baby hell, making it clear that the two of them would have words after. poofing into Timmy's room, the first thing that they both noticed was the funk of more then a just a few dirty diapers. the second thing they noticed was Timmy, sucking on a paci and playing with a teddy bear on the floor, his diaper clean but it was clear that he had just been changed not too long ago, His eyes were dull and he babbled softly around the paci, pausing to look up and give a silly smile around it then letting it drop from his mouth. "Wan-wan! Cos cos!" He gurgled. "..Cosmo how bad did you mentally regress him?" Wanda asked. "I uh..didn't." Cosmo said and rubbed the back of head. "Wassss that something I should of done?" "Considering it sounds like his brain went bye bye on it's own, I'm gonna say YEAH!" Wanda growled, her angry tone making Timmy whimper and start to tear up. "Scawy wady!" He whined and hugged his teddy close. "Ah! Nooo nooo come on, big smiles sport!" Wanda said, giving a big friendly smile and tickling Timmy's chin, and he was back to giggles."You know you're going to be in SO much trouble with Jorgan if he finds out about this right?" Wanda said, keeping her nice friendly tone going since Timmy was apparently fighting to understand big kid talk. "I think you mean WE'RE in trouble." Cosmo said. "You know you can't leave me alone, I'm irresponsible!" "..The sad thing is that your not wrong." Wanda sighed and then tried to use her wand, to bring Timmy back. Instead of him snapping out of his baby brain haze, all Timmy did was giggle at the 'pwetty wights' and clap his hands. apparently at some deep level either Timmy or someone around her deeply loved big baby Timmy, meaning they couldn't snap him back. "Great. so what do we do NOW?!" Wanda hissed, trying to think of a way out of this, and ironically, while she was stumped it was Cosmo who hit on the solution. "we could just finish the job and mind wash him and claim he wished to spend the rest of his life as a diaper pooping big baby. That or move to Mexico and hope the heat scares Jorgan off." "Remember how I said I hate that your right before? Still hating it." Wanda said then looked down at Timmy one last time. "Goodbye sport, I want you to know you were the best god child a fairy could of asked for." with that the Fairy's not only erased themselves from Timmy's mind, but in a act of semi kindness forced out whatever was left of Timmy's big boy mind out, making him go poopie though it was barley anything since there hadn't been much left. it did however stimulate anther stinky diaper from Timmy himself as as he started to raise up from his spot on the floor, calling out "POOPIE" the fairy's vanished, and Timmy's mom came in. "Poopie mommy poopie!" Timmy gurgled and coo'ed. "I'll say! and I just changed you, your mommies little poop factory huh?" His mother giggled, bending down and picking him up and hugging him and giving him a forehead kiss, letting him finish.

It was amazing to Tootie just how much her life had improved in the past few weeks. Between her sister being sent to a reform school (though that had happened in the past, Tootie was just counting down the days till they kicked her out) to getting her very own pair of Fairy godparents who would grant almost any wish she could think of! Add in the mother of the diaper pooping cutie next door was finally thinking about getting him a babysitter and well, the world was coming up roses! It spoke volumes how much more trusting Mrs. Turner was getting in fact as Tootie got off the bus and looked over, since Timmy was currently sitting in a play-fence outside, enjoying the warm spring afternoon in just his diapers and a t-shirt, rolling a ball back and forth as he babbled away non stop. His mom was close by, trying to work on her garden though having her usual luck (Read: it was dead) and while Mrs.turners back was turned to her Tootie called on her Fairy's, Cosmo and Wanda. "I wish for Timmy to take the biggest, stinkiest dump in his diapers ever, and for me to only smell vanilla!" Tootie whispered. Of course she had no way of knowing that in fact her fairy's had been till just a few weeks ago Timmy's, or that the boy hadn't always been a big baby. but none of that mattered as while making gas masks appear on their own faces, they granted the wish. So little Timmy, who's diaper was already soggy all he noticed was one second he was playing with his ball just knew one second he had been having fumy, then hot mush explosion in the back of his diaper, and this was nothing like his normal poopies that he was doing 3-5 times a day. it was almost something out of a mega babies cartoon the way his diapers loaded and expanded, his mouth going into a small O and he couldn't even cry out, even as a almost visible stink aura came off of him. "Oh Mrs. turner! Timmy went poopie!" Tootie called over, setting herself up to look helpful. His mother turned around and got a whiff of her little darling, and saw just how much he had gone and despite having braved SO many diaper changes before, she wasn't looking forward to this one! "I'll say he did.. Oh my, must of been that new baby food we're trying out." she said, coming closer and wincing. "Thanks Tootie, I better get him inside and get him changed.." "Oh, I can do it for you if you want Mrs. turner! I recently passed my babysitting course and have been trying to drum up business!" Tootie said, smiling slyly. "...If you can manage to change that without fleeing in terror, your hired." Mrs. Turner said and chuckled, shaking Tootie's hand. Smirking Tootie would pick Timmy up, his diapers hanging low and making it a little tricky, but nothing she couldn't handle and she coo'ed to the little guy who giggled and nuzzled into Tootie, and fell asleep as she took him inside.. this whole mess starting with a stinky wish and clearly even him no longer having fairy's of his own he was going to be subject to more then a few stinky wishes for years to come.

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 2 years ago

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nothing compares

steve harrington x reader

summary: steve gets lost in a parking lot, or the time steve gets lost in a parking lot

a/n: set four years after s4 in 1990 - making steve & reader roughly 23/24.

The grocery store parking lot was packed for a Saturday morning; the fact that it was the Fourth of July weekend had pretty much everything to do with the dozens up dozens of cars. The windows to your old BMW were drawn all the way down and the radio was playing your new favorite song, ‘Nothing Compares 2 U’ by Sinead O’ Connor – sweat beads formed at the top of your forehead, eyes watching people coming and going. Hawkins, in the four years since hell literally broke the Earth, had finally settled down and those who hadn’t left, flourished, and moved on, because that’s what life was all about.

Moving forward from tragedy.

The town made a big show of bringing in new stores and businesses, promising a safer place to live – it worked for the most part, some new families slowly moved in over the years. Cranking your neck, you stared at the grocery sliding doors and smiled when Steve Harrington walked out, pushing a cart full of groceries. His hair was floppy, as it always was, and the light blue tee shirt he wore tucked loosely into his jeans– he had left the house with a jean jacket, because ‘fashion’ but quickly ripped it off as soon as he got into the car. Watching, you saw that he had stopped at the front of the parking lot, looking side to side until he moved towards the right side of the lot.

“Come one, Stevie,” you laughed, watching with amazement that he would get lost in a parking lot. Straightening up the passenger’s seat, the cars in front of you blocked the cart and all you could see was Steve’s head, bobbing and turning, looking for the familiar BMW. You laughed then, shaking your head, and reaching for the horn. The first time you honked, he stopped in his tracks and balanced on his tippy toes, still not seeing you clearly in front of him – parked in the next row. You honked again and he desperately turned around, hoping to see the car but nothing. He stood there, hands on hips, clearly panicked until you honked a third time and he finally turned.

He saw your hand waving out the window and he threw up his hands, shaking his head as he maneuvered the shopping cart between the vehicles. Once in in your line of sight, the little boy with a head full of hair just like his father’s, waved his pudgy little hand at you from the cart. Waving back, you got out of the car and walked to the front of the BMW, greeting your boys with a smile.

“Enjoyed the show?”

Ruffling the little boy’s hair, you looked over at your husband and grinned. “I did – only a true Harrington can get lost in a seemingly small parking lot.”

Steve chuckled, picking up the bags of groceries out of the cart. “Listen, it’s bigger than it looks. Can you grab him? Be careful though.”

“Of course, I can,” you cooed, helping the almost two-year-old out of the cart. He was getting heavier by the week; it was starting to become a little more difficult. Steve, noticing your struggle, quickly placed the bags in the trunk of the car, jogging around to grab his twin from your arms.

“Come here, buddy,” he smiled, taking him from you gently. “Mommy doesn’t need to strain herself, she’s about ready to pop.”

“For fucks sake, Steve, I’m not a balloon,” you laughed, eyes widening when your son repeated the curse word.

Steve glared at you, shaking his head, and pointing at the child in his arms. “See, he gets his potty mouth from you.”

“…and his good hair from his daddy, right,” you grinned, giving your husband a wink. He laughed then, rolling his eyes as he got the kid into the car, buckling him up in the car seat. You waited as he closed the back passenger door and moved to you, bringing a hand over your protruding stomach. He had been so excited when his boy was born, couldn’t contain himself and now, he was getting a little girl – and he was over the moon. Of course, you were always going to be his girl. The person who had been there with him through all the crazy batshit stuff, who helped him through the trauma and anxiety he felt, even when things started to feel normal again. You had been a friend to him and then somewhere down the line, the two of you fell in love – then married and now were expecting your second child together. Life had been wild and insane, but it had been beautiful too.

Steve’s hand moved from your stomach to your face, and he grinned, pushing his body against yours. He kissed you softly, holding your face as his mouth went hot against yours – both your eyes fluttering closed, losing time for a moment until a soft pounding came from the passenger window.

“DAD! MOM!”

Steve laughed against your mouth, kissing you again before pulling away. “What a little cock blocker…”

“Reminds me of the time Dustin tried coming on our honeymoon…”

Your husband groaned and quickly opened the passenger door for you. “Don’t remind me…by the way, he invited us to his going away party next weekend.”

“Shit,” your eyes snapped up at Steve and he agreed, watching as you got in.

“I know, can’t believe it’s been four years…little shit’s going to college.”

He closed the door and when he went to take the cart back, you asked your son if he had fun at the store with his daddy. He shouted in delight that he did and when you turned to face him, your eyes widen at the lollipop in his hand – you asked where he got that.

“Daddy,” he answered happily, kicking his legs in the air. “He said not to tell mommy.”

The driver’s door opened, and Steve got in, buckling up as he started the car – turning the volume up on the radio, giving you a lopsided smile. You were going to pretend to scold him for the candy, but his eyes twinkled, and you felt like that kid again – the one that fell in love with the boy behind the Family Video counter. The boy who turned into a loving and kind man, husband, and father – who still made you feel like the world stopped with just one glance.

“You guys ready to go home?”

Steve grinned at the shouting response from the back seat, but his eyes remained on yours and when he reached for your hand to give it a kiss, you knew nothing could compare to this very moment.

“Take us home, Steve.”

#steve harrington being a dork #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #strangers things 4

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years ago

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the last one (haha who am i kidding, i'm never done w. you), i promise. may i pls pls pls request an aot fic with a jealous jean x reader (i said what i said). can be angst, can be smut, can be whatever u like babey the world is ur oyster. bonus points if it includes strawberries and wine somehow. wink wink.

My love, I have had you waiting for this for like a month. I'm so sorry. Again, I don't know why time gets away from me so easily. I see your jealous!jean and I raise you an arranged relationship/contract marriage au with a jealous!jean. I had a really rough weekend so this was an attempt at distracting myself. I wanted it to be better than this!! But I don't think you would sit down for 12k of this. Maybe another time. So I limited the word count down to 4.5k lmao.

Please enjoy. Oh, yes, I included your requests for strawberries and wine *winks* You know I can't say no to you.

A Messy Inconvenience

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN X FEM READER | NSFW WORD COUNT: 4.5k CONTENT WARNING: profanity because Jean has a tiny bit of a potty mouth, lots and lots of groping, dry humping, alcohol consumption (would it be a fic I wrote if they weren't drinking to some degree??? i think not), nipple play, lots of teasing, jealous possessive jean likes to do a lot of biting and marking, even if frankly he has no right to be jealous, he is a HYPOCRITE, that should be a warning, also jean does whatever he wants then acts like he did nothing, so another warning, he throws dishes in sinks and breaks them, another warning, the man breaks every domestic law and rule, i will fight him A SUMMARY: Jean and Y/N are in a marriage of convenience, and have been for several months. There is no reason for feelings to be involved, but when someone decides to hit on Y/N at the gym--Jean has to come to terms with emotions he has no power to control.

An arrangement of convenience should always remain that: a convenience.

Four months had passed since you first walked through his door, carrying very little in your arms. When he had asked you about the rest of your possessions you had smiled—tight lipped, abashedly, almost secretive. I didn't have much to begin with, you had said. I'll just consider this a fresh start. It had always been this way. He had met you in college, as you walked down the corridor with your head in the clouds, carrying photocopies from course books you couldn't afford.

His chest was solid when you ran into him, papers scattering into the air like tinted flower petals reminding you—one by one—that you didn't belong at that school, no matter how hard you tried. He still remembers the hole on your slip on shoes, and the way the peek of the purple sock teased him. He still remembers the flush on your cheeks, the watery pathetic look in your eyes as if you had been holding back from crying all day long. He still remembers the way they laughed at your patched up backpack, and how you held your head high.

And he remembers the way it filled him with fiery rage, how it consumed him and prodded him to want to burn the whole establishment down—just like now. He watches quietly as he sits upright on the bench. His fingers curled into fists, gripping so tightly his clipped fingernails threaten to piece skin. There's a man next to you, smiling down at you with a lecherous sheen to his eyes. Jean does his best to sit still, to stretch his arms above his head and not picture himself ripping his eyeballs out. His hand touches your elbow, and Jean stands up, reasoning yelling in the back of his mind to grab his attention.

The contract flashes through his mind's eyes, taking precedence over his anger.

An arrangement of convenience should remain a convenience. Your lives were meant to be lived in privacy, without the meddling interference from each other. Those were rules strictly discussed and agreed upon. Jean's mouth twists into a scowl at the memory of his signature, neatly scribbled at the end of the paper—the same one that he kept a copy of in the drawer of his nightstand.

You had every right to entertain that idiot if you liked—even if Jean thought he looked like he couldn't count past ten. You had every right to smile back, the way you did, and laugh at whatever joke he had just said. You had every right to live a life away from him, as long as you came back home every night, to sleep in your own bed, in your own room.

He grabs a towel, and sprays sanitizer on the bench, finding cleaning his own sweat infinitesimally more productive than to focus on the bitter jealousy gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Jean knows he has no leg to stand on, no right to stride up to you and swat his hand away. He has no right to feel cheated, or uneasy—to feel like you're being tugged away from his fingers.

But he does, so he spins in place and walks towards you, feet slamming down on the gym mats—muffling his anger. He tries to think of excuses to give, something or anything that would make him sound less pathetic than he felt. He is within earshot when he hears you.

“No, I won't go with you,” you say flatly, your gaze is pointed as you blink. “I'm married,” you tell the man. Jean is surprised when he feels your hands on his bicep. The way your fingernails softly dig into his flesh remind him that this moment is real. It's not just another fantasy that plagued him at night while he laid in bed skin slick with his own sweat. This was you, standing your ground. This was you, holding on to him.

At the moment it didn't matter whether he was just an excuse for you to push away unwanted attention. Jean stares the man down who looks appropriately abashed before his mouth twists in anger. Jean feels his own mouth water. The words are cocked on his tongue but you're pulling away, leading him towards the exit and down the stairs. They fizzle and die out in smoke with every step taken.

He had hoped the heat of the shower would wash it all way. His hair sticks to his forehead under the shower head. Eyes closed, water running over his skin, he tilts his face to the ceiling in hopes that thoughts of you would evaporate from his mind and follow the steam away from his body. Instead, you envelop him in your heated cloudiness. He sees the band of your sports bra digging into the soft flesh of your torso. He can picture, in annoyingly perfect detail, the sweat that clung to the small of your back, the way drops drifted lower until they disappeared into your spandex. The same spandex that had made him uncomfortably tight in his gym shorts when he saw you bend at the knees for a squat.

Jean stays in the shower long enough for his fingers to prune. He stays until thoughts of you turn hazy, less significant. When he makes it out of the shower with wet hair, a towel around his shoulders he sees you coming out of your room, and into the kitchen. His eyes track your movements, a predatory hunger prowling inside him like a caged animal. Jean coughs into a closed fist; a sad attempt at composure. Your curls are wet, soft ringlets sticking closer to your skull than he is used to. He is used to seeing them wild, and bouncy, swaying with every move you make—but this sight isn't unappealing either.

Your pajama shorts are, frankly, a bit too short for polite company. Jean tilts his head in barely restrained admiration as you move towards the fridge and bend over to reach for something in the back. Ass cheeks taunt him as they peek out from under the legs' hemline. Your white t shirt is snug over your chest, and see through enough he can almost picture every detail on your bra.

Jean swallows thickly and drops himself on the couch—the same spot he always occupies as you cook.

It's where he can watch you the best. It's usually innocent, almost pure but tonight Jean feels filthy as he takes in your silhouette. He can't stand the sight of your hair, the way you keep brushing it away from your face with an impassive hand. He can smell your shampoo—imagine it. He had smelled it enough times when you got too close; the scent of coconut and vanilla. He is irritated at how accurately his mind can recall it, how he can recall the back of your neck and how badly he had wanted to kiss it then. Jean licks his lips.

He wanted to kiss it still. Badly.

Jean is still irate when he sits down for dinner. His body is tense from the constant clenching of muscle. His jaw hurts, but he chews anyway, not wanting to appear ungrateful. Your mouth; however, is treacherous. A sinful siren leading him to murky waters. You wrap it around each morsel, and around your fork, as if he was made of wet paper; wafer thin. Jean swallows his desires with a swig of wine. He did not often drink, much less wine, but you had insisted; another month in faux marital bliss.

You had a strange sense of humor he couldn't help but entertain. It pissed him off to no end.

The wine is sweet on his tongue, and he wonders if it's the same for you as you throw your head back, determined to get every last drop in your glass. Your tongue dips around the rim of it, throat exposed for his devious eyes to take in. Jean shakes his head, pretending his brown hair is in the way of his eyes. In reality, he's trying to shake your hold off his mind. He's trying to dislodge the imagery of that man at the gym running his tongue up the column of your throat. Jean blinks, a heat over his eyes as he finds the hollow of your neck, and fights the urge that blooms inside of him.

He wants to kiss you there, on the soft flesh that connects your shoulder and neck. He wants to follow up the trail to just under your ear, and he wants to mark you time and time again; a signature left on skin drawn with blood and teeth.

Jean bites down on his last morsel of dinner and barely misses his tongue. He is nauseated by his own desires. He thinks there might be something innately wrong with him and the way he wants to pull you up to the table and rip your clothes off, so he can fuck you before the desire kills him first.

He thinks he hears your voice saying his name in ecstasy in his ear, loud and clear, so he slaps his hand on the table in an attempt to make a louder sound. His blood rushing to his ears, beating against the walls of his sanity, threaten to drown out your voice.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, brows drawn together in confusion. Jean shakes his head, and smiles—soft laughter following his gesture.

“There was a mosquito,” he lies with ease, wiping an already clean hand with a napkin. He sees your eyes narrow, and sees doubt peek from behind the brown in them but he ignores it. Jean had bigger, bolder things to worry about—like the sudden erection in his pants. He moves his hips in the seat, trying his best to adjust himself under the table without using his hands. It doesn't work. It especially doesn't work once you have decided you're done with entree of the night and move on to dessert.

Strawberries had never seemed like a poisoned fruit before but Jean starts to question reality when your white teeth bite down on the bright red flesh of one. Juice spills over your bottom lip, a faint red that trails down your chin. You hurriedly bring up a hand, collecting the drips on the crook of your palm. Jean breathes out noisily through his nostrils, a rogue hand going to his crotch where he palms his erection. To adjust, he lies to himself, to push it down in a way that would not pain him, but the stroke of his hand only reminds him of what he is missing.

Your fingers—the ones that grasp another berry and another berry. Your lips—the ones that suck the whip cream right off the red tip of another strawberry.

His breathing is barely controlled, and he feels heat slide up his neck and face; lust filled fingers seeking to gauge his eyes out. The same eyes that refuse to let you go. They follow you as you move to carry dishes to the sink. He doesn't know when he does it, but he stands up nonetheless, as if he is tethered to you by an invisible string. He follows you into the kitchen, his own empty dishes in his hands.

“You know,” you start, placing the dishes in the sink. You're full, and content, but it wouldn't be right to finish dinner without at least bickering once with Jean before bedtime. Also, it helped to ease the tension that flooded your body at the feel of his presence. He was standing closely behind you. Too close.Enough to make your heart race. “Since I cooked dinner yet again, the least you can do is do the dishes.”

You turn around, determined to laugh your way out of this situation. Jean's arms are around you, plates clattering in the sink as he drops them in haphazardly. The noise is sharp and it fills your ears as Jean's mouth clashes against yours. There's a gasp in the back of your throat, one you swallow promptly when he pushes against your lips. The kiss is tight lipped, forceful. His hand is searing against your skin where he grips the back of your neck, thick strong fingers digging into your flesh. His free arm curls around your waist, and he pulls you in close, crushing you against his wide chest. A flush blankets you when you feel his hard on press against the softness of your belly.

Jean thinks he might suffocate. His shoulders stiffen as he keeps his mouth on yours, trying to weigh your reaction. He thinks he should wait for a sign from you, anything that will grant him access to the inside of your mouth to find the tongue that teased him time and time again earlier. He thinks he should practice patience but the scent of your breath heavy with the sweetness from the white whine threatens to intoxicate him; to strip him from whatever meager remains of inhibitions populated his mind and body.

Your eyes flutter open and close. There is heat at the pit of your belly. You're aware of this feeling making you tremble. You're aware of the embarrassing throb between your legs, the tell tale sign of rushing blood in a state of arousal. Your body wants his, and it only makes his erection all the more evident. You're not sure if you should return his kiss, but you find yourself pressing tighter against him, eager to see what would happen if you wiggle in his embrace; tease him just a tiny bit.

As you slip your hands over his chest, your lips break away. Jean slots his mouth against yours, his tongue slipping in between your sweetened lips. In a rare moment of tenderness, Jean brushes his tongue against yours, urging goosebumps to run their course over your brown skin. You gasp in his embrace, and it was all the incentive he needed. He didn't have to think anymore. He could just take.

So he claims your tongue as his—sucks on it with greed he tried to hide with pretenses and lies. His hands go rogue, they act recklessly as they smooth down your back and grasp fistfuls of the tender flesh of your ass. Jean sucks on your bottom lip, groaning as his hands keep moving. They slide over your hips, and over your belly until they find your breasts. He is nipping at the corners of your mouth, mumbling things you don't catch while he kneads your tits. You are too preoccupied by the building wetness between your legs to care about the words he's trying to say. From experience, you know it's nothing important. Jean had the innate ability to talk the most crap when you needed him to the least.

You don't respond, and it upsets him. So he pushes you against the sink. You cry out as the edge digs into your backside. Jean picks you up by the waist and places you back down on top of the edge of the sink. You mumble something about the faucet and Jean reaches around you, blindly as he is sucking on your tongue, to move the faucet around—anything so you'd stop complaining, so you'd stop interrupting him. Your taste floods his mouth; strawberries and wine, a combination he knows he'll never be able to recover from now. Your tongue marks him everywhere it touches, tattoos of memories digging into the skin of his jaw, down the column of his throat.

His fingers are tangled in your curls. Jean grunts when you bite down on his neck, tugging at sensitive skin. He pulls you close, tightly, as if that would help ease you under his skin. Your mouth is unforgiving, and Jean lets you go as you suck on the hollow of his neck, feeling his grip on you becoming elusive. He can't contain you or this heat slowly building in the kitchen. You are an arsonist and he is an abandoned building, too tempting, too lonesome and swallowed by darkness for you not to set on fire, to not stand back and watch as the flames eviscerate its foundations into dust.

So you dig your teeth into his skin, time and time again in your path for revenge. You leave a mark for every smart quip he threw your way, for every time he laughed sarcastically at something you said. His hand slams on the door of the cupboard above you. You look up, startled, eyes clouded with lust. His dark lashes obscure the flame behind his eyes, but you see the glistening saliva on his bottom lip, and the flush of his cheeks. You see his chest rising and falling, hear the rattling of his breath and in that moment you know that Jean Kirschtein is a beast barely contained.

He is a hunter seeking to be reformed but salivating at the chance of one more kill.

His body is trembling, fighting the urge. You look so decadent underneath him, trapped between him and the kitchen sink. Your neck is marred by angry teeth, and a hungry mouth. His mouth stretches into a lazy lopsided grin. That had been his doing, and he should feel no satisfaction. He had no right and no reason except that he just wanted to. Just like he just wanted to pull your shorts down, and push your panties to the side and fuck you right there and then, on the sink, with the dirty dishes behind your ass.

A newfound breath in his lungs he goes back to your mouth, a stupid moth to a burning flame. In his mind, somewhere small and dark, he knows he should stop kissing you. He knows he should end things here before they become more complicated, before you hate him in the morning. He knows this, but his body no longer belongs to him. He thinks, in agony and in lust, that maybe it belonged to you now as you slip your hands under his shirt and run your nails down his back. He hisses into your mouth, a small groan reminding him of his hardened cock. Jean thinks of pulling away but the moment his lips are not on yours, he sees that man again—that fucking ugly face smiling down at you. If your tongue is not in his mouth he thinks about him, kissing you. If his tongue is not pressed flush against the pulse of your neck, if he's not feeling your erratic heartbeat reminding him of the throbbing of his cock—he thinks of that bastard, running his hands all over your body, pulling moan after moan from you.

He groans again as he kisses you, too much teeth and tongue, too much passion to the point you cry out when he bites down too hard; he tastes blood as he licks your bottom lip in apology. He must have lost his mind, he thinks, as he licks it again and again until he can't taste copper anymore, until you grow softer, more pliable in his embrace.

His hands are under your shirt, fingers slipping under your bra. You cry out as he pinches hardened nipples. His tongue is back on your neck, and he kisses over the marks already left, and sucks where he thinks it is too light; not stark enough. He signs over them, again and again, as he twists his fingers, causing you to moan.

“Jean” you breathe out, your trembling hands going to his wrists. You hold on to them loosely, as he continues to tease your breasts. You bite down on a whimper, and almost lose your resolve when he looks down at you through his dark and thick lashes. “Why are you like this?” Suddenly, she wanted to add, but Jean's hands are relentless. His gaze is unwavering as he watches you squirm under his touch. In all honesty, he wanted to tell you. He wanted to confess the times he had thought about you this way, responding to his touch so eagerly that he'd wake up in a sweat, aroused by the ghost of your scent in his sweatshirt.

Still, he couldn't tell you. Not now. Maybe never.

“Service,” he pants out, brushing his thumbs against your nipples. You arch your back at his touch, a soft lewd song humming in the back of your mouth. “Consider it a service for you making dinner.”

He pushes his hips against yours as he curls his fingers around your throat. His hold on you is tight, almost suffocating. You gasp both at the feel of his erection, mercilessly rubbing against your heated cunt, and at the pressure he builds with his fingers. Your eyes flutter close, another soft moan filling your mouth. Jean thinks he's at his limit, but he ignores it. He pushes past it with every thrust of his hips, seeking out every sound you can give him; every moan, sigh, and whimper he can collect. He stores them in the back of his mind for later, for when his bed feels cold and empty.

A heat swirls at the pit of your stomach. It goes around in circles, tighter and tighter each time. You're familiar with the sensation, enough that it makes your toes curl in anticipation. You gasp and shout, holding on to Jean with one clammy hand. Your other shoots out behind you as you shout in surprise when one particular thrust rubs against your sensitive nub just right.

“I'm gonna cum!” you yelp as his face comes towards you. He's chuckling in your ear, and your hand moves again without you realizing it—your body's own way of trying to ground itself from the flight of ecstasy. Your fingers graze metal, and you hear the running water. Your breathing is harsh against your own ears. Jean is laughing again as you feel him reach around you. You feel something wet and cold splash against your back and you jump in his arms.

Jean pushes against you, one hand clamped tightly around one hip. “Easy, you'll fall off,” he says against your temple, a small smile stretching his swollen lips. You dig your nails into his shoulders, wanting to bring him back to the more pressing matter. You had been so close and he had slowed the speed of his hips, causing small jittery motions of your body every time your oversensitive clit received friction.

“Why did you stop?” you ask him, but his eyes are unfocused. His jaw is set, and he looks everywhere but at your eyes. You feel his gaze on your mouth, and your neck. You feel him staring at your chest. He is reaching around you, holding his hands under the running water. He brings them towards you, and slides them over your chest over and over until it soaks through your t shirt. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth as you watch him. He is laser focused. The sight of white teeth pushing down on a berry colored bottom lip shouldn't be so arousing. You consider suing or at the very least writing a strongly worded letter, affronted at how wet it made you; wetter even.

It was starting to become embarrassing how much you craved him at that moment. You whimper when he wets his hands again, and slides them under your shirt. They're cold against your overheated back, fingers unclasping the bra. You narrow your eyes as he expertly reaches through your sleeves, pulls down the straps with your help, and tugs the bra off from the front—as if he's done this before, many many times.

You don't want to think about it. In fact, you hate that you are, even as your nipples are erect. You bite your tongue in hopes of staving off petty jealous things you want to ask and say. You don't get to expend too much energy in that endeavor. Jean never ceases to surprise you, and he commands your attention by grasping your breasts over your t shirt.

His mouth hangs open as he watches, amazed at the sight of the brown areola peeking through the wet fabric; translucent and teasing. You feel you should say something now, while you still can but the words never make it out. His mouth is back on you, on your breasts as he sucks on the nipples through your shirt. His kisses are gentle at first, testing, exploratory His curiosity becomes hungrier, slightly feral. Jean feels himself go blind as he sucks on your nipples, teeth grazing the t shirt until his own skin prickles from the sensation.

You egg him on, thrashing in place, seeking out his hips time and time again with yours. He feels your wetness through your underwear and straight through your shorts. He groans as he sucks loudly, his hands finding your ass. He brings you closer to his hips, moves them against you, feeling sickeningly satisfied with himself. It is him that's making you unravel, and it is him that has you here in disarray, shirt soaked through with a mixture of water and his saliva.

And it is his hair, your fingers tangle up in, and it is his name you call out when you cum, time and time again.

When you come down from your high, when your hips stop moving so viciously against his throbbing cock, Jean finds the will to pull away. He stands away from you, a small amount of drool oozing down his chin. He wipes at it casually with the back of one hand. His gaze is heavy, and his face is flushed in a way that makes you self conscious of your own.

“I'm gonna rest for a bit,” he tells you as he takes another step backwards. Your eyes flit from his face, to his abused bottom lip. You can't help when it drifts lower, to the obvious bump in his sweatpants. Jean turns away from you, and starts walking away from the kitchen and down the corridor towards his bedroom.“I'll do the dishes later, so don't fucking touch them,” he says as he pauses midway to twist his torso. His finger is pointing at you. You're enthralled by the way he frowns at you, at how casually he has changed the subject, as if he wasn't desperately rubbing his cock against you seconds ago. “That's my job, okay?”

He leaves you on the sink, the water running behind you. You startle and jump to turn it off, a shaking hand grasping the metal knob tightly. You try to ignore the slick sensation between your legs, how cold the shirt felt against your hot skin. You try to ignore the sick feeling taking over your chest, and how uneasy you felt now that Jean was gone. Now that his mouth and his hands weren't goading you into orgasm, your mind felt slightly clearer.

You shouldn't have done that.

An arrangement of convenience should remain that: a convenience. Entertaining this, whatever it was, would only make this complicated; a messy inconvenience. You set your jaw, and your convictions and decide that tomorrow morning, when your mind wasn't clouded by the phantom kisses Jean had dropped on your skin, you'll have a serious talk with him.

Lines needed to be drawn clearly in the dirt, in blood, or whatever it took.

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to build a home | chapter nine

Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. fluff. smut.

Word count: 9.7k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol. best dad koo worried about the future 🥺, explicit protected sex!, oh boy here we go – edging, orgasm denial, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), spanking, dom!jk, sub!oc, they both have potty mouths so a lot of dirty talk, they’re so cute, jimin and lucy have no chill. i think that’s all!

Author’s note: i was in such a soft mood when i was writing this so i’m sorry if it gets very poetic whenever its their inner monologues and i’m sorry there’s a lot of inner monologue in this one lol – a lot of feelings are being felt! and explored! and the two of them are realizing things!! but i hope u enjoyed! thank u for being so patient with me and my god awful time management! i love every single one of you. thank u for the love u always send my way <33 i’m sending it right back! xx

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Chapter Nine

Jungkook bounces Soori in his arms, cooing at her excitedly, trying to coax her into showing her grandparents her most recent milestone.

“Come on, baby. Say daaa,” he begins, laughing slightly at her nonchalant expression. “Hey, let’s show grandma and grandpa, come on. Daaa,” he tickles her belly for good measure.

Her loud baby giggles fill the room, putting near stars in the eyes of her grandparents. “Da-da,” she finally gives, closing her chubby fists on her dad’s hand, attempting to push them away. When he ceases the tickles, she looks up at him, tentatively bringing his hand back on her round tummy and staring into his eyes as she waits for him to do it again. He does, emitting those sweet sounds from her once over.

“Oh! Ggukie.” His mother’s voice is soft, a rare occurrence that Jungkook doesn’t miss. “She is so smart. So, so smart.”

“She’s not even one, yet! She’s advanced.” His dad’s words shock him – never having been one for premature praise.

He looks at Soori, a proud smile on his face. She can break even the toughest of men. She’s magic.

“Right? She’s going to be walking in no time, too.” He brags.

“All before one, as well! You didn’t walk until one and a half.” His mother points out, the glass of red wine in her hand swaying a bit at her exaggerated motions.

“Honey, did you tell him about our birthday gift for Soori?” His dad asks, tone suddenly stern as he composes himself from swooning over his grandchild.

“No, honey. I was going to wait until her birthday next week. But since you haven’t practiced patience since 1973, I guess we can tell him now.”

Jungkook laughs at their harmless bickering. “You guys didn’t have to get her anything.”

“No, son. Trust me – this benefits you as well.”

“We have made a rather generous donation to the Saint Edgard School for Young Ladies. In your name, of course. Which consequently guarantees her a spot in their challenging day-care program and pre-school. Once inside she can look forward to a life filled with the nation’s finest academic curriculum.” Jungkook looks at Soori when he hears the world curriculum. His mother simply smiles, taking a sip from her wine.

“The nation’s? The world’s! Ggukie, it’s the education you received and I have to say, son…,” his father hesitates for a while, eyes fixated on the wall. “You have proven to be nothing but a gifted entrepreneur. It’s in your blood, of course. But it’s in the education that was provided to you from a young age, too.”

“It’s what landed you a safe spot in the Ivy Leagues, darling. We want the same for Soori. She has so much potential.” His mother adds.

Jungkook looks down at his daughter. She smiles at him, shining that bright smile his way – her tongue peeking from between her four tiny teeth. It’s a new habit she’s picked up and by far his favourite. He doesn’t doubt it, her potential. When he pictures her growing up, he sees her shining that light wherever she goes. He tries not to think about it much – far too melancholic of a thought for his own good, yet inevitable. All parents see the best in their kids, he knows. But he sees her in bright lights, full of passion and a world of talents.

That’s as far as it goes, though. He’s never gotten specific about them – ultimately believing that they were going to bloom on their own, not coaxed by him or the nation’s finest academic curriculum. Scratch that. The world’s.

It takes him by surprise, really. The approach a little too gentle for what his beliefs are. Or at least what he thought his beliefs were. He winces when he contemplates the possibility of Soori not wanting to pursue higher education – a bit dumbfounded at how not terrified he feels by the thought alone.

He realizes his thoughts are stretching into the future in astronomical lengths. Before this moment, he’d never even considered day-care. Didn’t even know it could be challenging.

He also realizes that when he pictured her in pre-school, he didn’t imagine her in plaid uniforms and grey walls. The image resembled something quite similar to what he’s seen when he’s picked up Dae from the library on Saturdays. A colorful space, screaming children, crayons scattered all over the floors. Someone loving and patient guiding her and teaching her – telling her stories.

“Thank you,” he says, deciding it’s better to not voice his thoughts. “I mean, she hasn’t even turned one. I don’t know how I feel about day-care just yet and ___-”

“Ah! That young lady is fascinating. But soft. This is Jeon blood right here son – pure and supple. She needs firm hands guiding her path.” His father speaks, raising from his seat on the couch and walking over to Soori, patting her head.

“It’s never too early to think about the future, darling. I would love to see a woman taking on the reins of our legacy.”

“The West End was always meant for great success, son. So were you. And so is she.” His father nods once, short and curt, before he proceeds to walk over to their dining space.

Jungkook’s mother walks over to him, handing him her glass before taking Soori from his arms. She falls into them seamlessly but not without looking back at her dad, that toothy grin adorning her chubby baby face.

It tugs at his heart – for reasons far beyond melancholy.

Too tiny of a person for too big of a future.

Too big of a soul, too.

“Baby, baby, baby! You’re doing it all wrong.” Lucy’s mock scolding is hidden by the giggles that fall past her lips as she attempts to teach Jimin how to perfectly plate pasta – scooped and swirled into a hypnotizing spiral he seems to butcher every time.

“Baby.” He feigns exasperation but his laughter fills the room, too.

“Hey! I was more than fine with eating it out of a bowl. You were the one that demanded I teach you my ways.” She defends.

Jimin looks at her, all attention lost from the plating and full focused on his girlfriend. “I always want to know your ways,” his voice is sultry and low.

You stare at them from your place, seated on top of the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in one hand, a piece of bread in the other. You sigh, rolling your eyes playfully as you process sexual remark of the night number twelve.

“Do you ever rest?”

“Yeah. That’s how we re-charge.” Jimin answers your question with a wag of the brows.

“Jimin- ew.”

“Hey, don’t be mean to baby.” Lucy says, wrapping her arms around his middle as she goes back to supervising his scooping and swirling.

“Could never. You guys are cute.” You tell them.

Jimin looks up at you, a sweet smile adorning his lips that’s laced with pride and endearment. He treats Lucy as if he couldn’t believe she’s his and the sight alone restores your faith in humanity and all that is holy. Their love is pure – sincere and straightforward.

Their love is theirs but it makes you yearn. And long and crave.

Like watching a movie or reading your favourite book at late hours of the night – a world filled with comfort characters and an alternate universe where adversity is simply a road taken to fall into the arms of a lover.

You saw him today but you didn’t feel him. You couldn’t touch him, kiss him, speak to him in a softer, gentler voice. You couldn’t tell him how much you loved his new short hair – you couldn’t reach out and snake your fingers through it, caress his forehead, bask in the way his head leans into your touch. You missed him as he stood in front of you and you couldn’t even tell him.

His essence is normally enough but today you want nothing more than to have his body tangled in yours – than to share a world that consists of four walls and a bed, graced with love and soft whispers that fall from his lips at the beat of his touch.

Yearning for Jungkook makes you poetic but the feeling stems from something as elemental as wanting to wrap your arms around him as he scoops and swirls.

You can’t escape it, the longing. The way one person makes you crave for ten thousand feelings, all powered by a simple action that could conduct the most complex of reactions inside of you at the thought alone.

“What should we watch, lovers?”

You’re not Lucy’s only lover anymore. It makes you smile.

“Are you guys going to make me watch softcore 1960s porn again?”

“Hey. La Piscine is a cinematic masterpiece, Jiminie. You should’ve left it at thank you.” You retort.

“Thank you, ___,” he starts, making you smile proudly before he says, “for introducing me to the world of cinematic softcore porn from the 1960s.”

“Lucy!” You whine, but it’s harmless, making the three of you break out in laughter.

“Baby, why are you complaining? You enjoyed that.”

“When did I complain?” He asks, shooting a crooked smirk her way.

“Whatever. I get to pick the movie because all you guys do is kiss like- three minutes in.” You say.

“Fair enough. We trust you. Make it sexy so it sets the mood.” Jimin tells you.

“My pleasure, you weirdos.”

Laughter fills the room again, followed by loud cheers from the three of you as Jimin successfully perfects his scoop, swirl, plate!

The city lights illuminate the road, adding to the overall atmosphere Jungkook has settled upon the vehicle as Nirvana plays softly in the background. It wasn’t intentional but he lets it linger, finding comfort in how oddly out of reality it all feels – like he’s stuck in a dream, living a life that isn’t his.

Soori is staying the night at his parent’s house and as much as he prolonged his stay and extended his goodbyes, it was time to go. He will admit he sat in their driveway for a total of fifteen minutes, no aimed purpose in mind, just simply wanting to be there – just in case. She’s in good hands, he knows that. But they’re not his arms.

Or yours.

After a while he decided it was best to get on his way – go do something other than be a dad. But he also realized he was way too tired to be anything other than just that. In the end, it’s heavy duty and you don’t quite realize how much energy it takes from you until you’re sat in a red light all by yourself, no one depending on you or demanding your attention.

And perhaps this would all be enjoyable if his head wasn’t swimming in intrusive thoughts of a future, one he’s not even sure belongs to him just yet. He knows he’s responsible for providing for her, making sure she gets a good education and all the tools she needs to excel and develop but how much say does he have in the long run.

Jungkook knows that what anguishes him isn’t really her education – more so, who she will become. The values she will take on when she begins to think for herself, the decisions she’ll make – what will power them. Will it be kindness or greed? Passion or societal norms? Who will inspire her? Move her, shape her into being someone good enough to be thrown into the world and fend for herself. He knows parents have only so much say at a certain point – he is living and breathing proof of just that.

Will she see the world beyond her privilege? Have friends that expose her to every kind of circumstance there is? Who will Soori be when she’s not his baby anymore, but when she’s just Soori. Her own person.

The light turns green and he revs the engine, driving his car into a parking spot in the middle of the empty street. Once the car has come to a halt, he lets himself melt into the seat, head falling over his shoulders as he closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh.

He knows that ultimately; he plays a big role into who she will grow up to be.

Jungkook is not one to shy away from advice when it comes to parenting. After all, being a single parent is not as easy as one would think it is. All responsibility lands on him and that is great pressure that he oftentimes feels. He knows she’s still little, that there’s not that much actual parenting he can do but she won’t be little forever. She’ll need guidance and discipline – comfort and understanding. Decisions on decisions to be made, all which fall on him. On him and him only. It’s hard. And in times like these, when he’s hit with so much future all at once, it’s borderline terrifying.

She scares him sometimes – all that she could be. He thinks of her now, all plump proportions and sloppy kisses and it makes him laugh, how someone so little and naïve can produce such fear in him.

He wants her wonderous forever. Light-hearted and weightless. Mighty the way she is before she’s about to do something that lands him in what could very well be the early stages of a heart attack.

For some reason he’s not willing to dive into, this thought takes a turn and lands on you. It’s your face first. Then it’s your voice. Then it has less to do with you and more to do with how much he misses you.

He has half a mind, for anything but you.

He pulls his phone from his pocket – hand gripping onto the steering wheel as he presses onto your contact number and brings his phone to his ear. It rings for a while, his thoughts spiralling in that short time alone. What if you’re out with your friends? Having fun? Maybe you’re in a loud place and that’s why you can’t hear his call. Maybe you’ve seen it but you won’t pick up. What was he doing on a Friday night when he was twenty-three? The memories alone make him wince and cringe slightly. He’s about to give up when,

“Hello?”

Your voice is a whisper and he frowns, slightly confused. Nonetheless, it’s comforting.

“Hey – did I catch you in the middle of something?”

“No, no. Not at all. Just cleaning up. It was pasta night. Jimin’s here, by the way.”

He smiles, feeling foolish over thinking you’d be doing anything but. “Sounds nice.”

“Yeah, it was. We’re gonna watch a movie now…,” your voice lilts at the end, sentence bordering on a question.

“What movie?” He only asks because he wants to hear your voice for a little longer before he has to let you go.

“Purple Noon. Hey, where are you?”

“Um,” he looks around, taking in his surroundings. “56th and 9th.”

“Oh. Why?”

He knows you’re asking more for Soori than for him and the realization tugs at his heartstrings. “Was just at my parent’s. Left Soo there.”

“Oh- you’re all alone?” Your voice grows softer all of a sudden and Jungkook let’s himself bask in it.

“Mhm,” he says.

“Well- um… you could- come over? We’re just going to watch a movie and crash, maybe have some wine. Just the three of us, nothing fancy-”

“That’d be nice.”

“Really?” Your question makes him laugh.

“Really, really. If they don’t mind, of course.”

“Duh. It’s your literal best friend taking up sofa space and eating all my snacks. Come, Koo. Don’t spend a Friday night all alone.”

You don’t know this but he needed to hear those words. Hell, he probably didn’t know it either but the comfort you provide is immediate – settling into his heart, making him feel safe in places he didn’t know felt unsound.

“Okay,” he says, voice airy and you can already feel him less tense.

“Koo?”

“Yeah?”

“Should I- should I heat you some pasta?”

“No, baby. I just ate. But thank you.”

“Always.”

Comfort.

You’re fidgeting and you know your face gives it away. Lucy looks at you, piercing eyes over her glass of wine, raising a brow in your direction. You shake your head slightly and divert your gaze from hers.

Jimin is trying to find Purple Noon on the web – illegally, of course.

“This is going to put like- at least three viruses into your computer, baby.”

“No, it won’t,” Lucy defends. “Keep looking.”

“I can just log into my Amazon-” Jimin starts but halts his words quickly when he sees the way Lucy scowls at him. “No Amazon on your watch, got it.”

“I’m making Jimin an anti-capitalist.” She tells you.

“I’m not a capitalist!”

“You went to boarding school – it’s internalized, baby. It’s not your fault.” She strokes his cheek gently and even though he wants to defend himself again you can see the way her soft hands distract him. He gives into her and she gives into him. They’re perfect for one another, you think.

“How was that,” you ask, curiously. Aside from what you’ve seen in movies, you don’t know much about it and it sounds enticing for some reason.

“Eh can be fun, can be hell. It made me extremely homesick, though. Thankfully I had Gguk. But he was homesick, too so it was like the blind leading the blind.” He says. “Found it!”

“Yay,” Lucy claps her hands and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

Just in time, the doorbell rings.

“Did someone order something?” Lucy says, slightly confused.

Me, you think but don’t quite voice your thoughts. You simply get up from the couch, walking the couple of steps until you’re unlocking your front door and swinging it open. It’s unconscious, but a sigh of relief passes your lips and he smiles when he makes out the sound. It turns into a grin when yours widens.

You hug him – hesitant at first since you can feel Jimin’s and Lucy’s piercing stares from behind you but it’s hard to focus on anything but him for two seconds too long. He feels warm in your arms. Safe.

“Come in,” you say, taking a step backwards so he can enter your home.

“Hey,” he greets his best friend and yours, giving a little wave.

“Heeeey, nice to see you, Ggukie,” Jimin, ever so lovingly, can’t help it but wrap Jungkook in his embrace, ruffling his hair a bit in the process.

He pushes him away playfully but gives up easily, chuckling and returning the action. “You too. Now get off.”

“Where’s Soo Soo?”

“Over at my parent’s,” he responds.

“Ah, oof. Hope she doesn’t leave there with table manners and new philosophical beliefs.” Jimin jokes but it only sends Jungkook spiralling – mind too vulnerable from his previous mental back and forth.

He shoots his friend a half-hearted smile and nods, a quiet huff leaving his mouth. “Hey, Lucy.” He says.

Lucy’s an easy-hearted person – takes her a lot to even reach the point of distrust or suspicion. But you are, to no one’s surprise, let alone Jungkook’s, her weak spot. You’re family to her and her instincts scream protect. When she’d first seen Jungkook standing in her doorway a week ago, an uneasiness settled upon her – mostly powered by uncertainty. Not knowing, not being able to be part of this secret that you two keep. The same feeling had sparked her just now when you’d open the door and he’d appeared – seemingly out of nowhere, even though she knows you knew he was coming.

All of her instincts tumble down the minute she sees Jungkook’s strained smile. Perceptive as ever, she sees something in him that perhaps not even his best friend does. The way his gaze is fallen, movements faltering before they reach the expressions he seems to mimic as opposed to sincerely mirror from a feeling. He seems lost.

“Hi Ggukie!” She greets back.

The pet name throws him by surprise – and even though it takes him a while to process it, he smiles at her. A genuine, kind smile that Lucy doesn’t miss, making her feel more at ease. Like she can let her guard down.

Call it emotional intelligence or gut feeling, but there’s a lot that Lucy comes to understand about Jungkook in the first five minutes he spends in her home.

“Movie’s all ready – shall we? Gguk, wine?” Jimin says as he heads to the kitchen to top up his own glass.

“No, thanks. Driving,” he reminds him.

“Ever-the-father.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes but it’s matched up with a big smile. You can sense it, the way his guard comes down – the way he softens and goes back to that very root of being that you’ve learned characterizes him so well. The one that made you realize how much of a weightless soul he is. Yet, you can’t help but see the disdain in his eyes. You haven’t had much one-on-one time with him as aforementioned and as hectic as you know work has been, you’re also aware something else plagues his thoughts.

In the middle of your worry something shines through, though. A realization that has your heart skipping a beat.

He didn’t run.

Whatever weighs heavy in his heart he seems to be gatekeeping it but he came to you.

You don’t know how aware he is of his own actions but you also can’t help but acknowledge them. You might be in the dark about a lot of things still but it’s an easier road to take if you walk it with him. Side by side in your little couch that’s too small to fit four people. Lucy and Jimin might as well count as one considering how tangled in each other they are – all this to your advantage.

You sit down next to Jungkook, taking the middle of the couch – careful not to tip over your glass of wine. He looks over at you, a small smile adorning his lips. His gaze travels down to your hand and raises a brow when he sees the chocolate covered pastry you’re holding. An éclair, a family favourite in this house, courtesy of Lucy. You bring your hand up, offering him the sweet treat. You gasp a little when all he does is bring his face forward some and proceeds to take a big bite out of it, leaving you with a little less than half.

“This is what I get for being kind.”

He laughs at your remark, further melting into the couch and opening his arm to welcome you in it. You hesitate for a second but it doesn’t take a lot of mental back and forth for you to comply. He feels warm to the touch – another thing that characterizes him. The room is dark, a soft, chilly breeze creeping in from the open window that has the thin blinds dancing in the air, casting random shadows upon everything the light touches. You take advantage of this, shivering slightly before your body grows closer to his. His grip around you tightens and he squeezes a little. It’s reassuring – having him in your close proximity, basking in the intimacy of touch. Your most vulnerable side tells you his presence was a prayer answered. A reminder that when a feeling is this pure, it’s only a matter of asking and you shall receive.

The plot of the movie unfolds, your TV screen filled with dreamy sights of the Italian coast and sultry scenes between the attractive leads. You’re drunk on visuals, white wine and the way your every sense is powered by Jungkook. He smells fresh and clean. Feels warm and soft as your body melts into his, yet firm as your hand rests on his toned stomach. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing and when you let the moment consume you, you can hear it, too. You want to kiss him but you’ll count your blessings – reminding yourself this closeness is enough for now. Going off on muscle memory of what it’s like to feel his lips on yours.

Jungkook’s attempts to keep his attention on the storyline is futile. His mind fails him. His heart, too. There’s something so simple yet heart wrenching about spending a Friday night in your cozy apartment on a summer night – an old French film that requires his eyes shift from the moving images to the subtitles playing on your small TV. You sigh every once in a while, and he’s come to draw a pattern of the way your body unconsciously reacts to anything mildly romantic on the film. You’d probably have a million words to describe how he feels about you right now yet he can’t seem to find one.

Jimin and Lucy don’t hold back on their loving, shamelessly lost in each other – movie long forgotten. He can’t see much, the two of them safely tucked inside a big blanket in a makeshift cocoon. But he can hear it.

It’s ridiculous – the scene that unfolds around him. One he would’ve scoffed at if someone would’ve made the offer a couple of months back. Here, I’ll give you a Friday night full of slow burn romance in foreign films with a side of raging hormones. But right now, a feeling brews inside of him at a rapid pace. He smiles when he finds the word for it. He smiles because it’s one you taught him. Elation.

You’re snuggled against him and he looks at you, shiny eyes glued to the screen. He kisses your forehead – a chaste kiss that takes you by surprise, making you jump a little. However, he doesn’t pull back; lips pressed to the soft skin as his fingers play with your hair.

Your moment of bliss is broken by the lewd sounds of what you hope is only tongues coming together. You gasp and Jungkook laughs against your forehead, chest shaking a little from the giggles that escape him.

“Why does it sound wet in there?” You ask without an ounce of remorse.

Lucy throws a pillow your way, which Jungkook swiftly catches with his free hand.

“Damn, this movie’s long.” Jimin says, detaching his body from Lucy’s and leaning back on the couch. His hair is a mess and even in the dark room you can make out his swollen lips. Lucy doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping her arms around him and humming in agreement.

“You two may be excused. I’m well aware no one is paying attention to the bit of culture I’m attempting to bestow upon you guys.” Your tone is playfully dramatic.

“I’m paying attention,” Jungkook lies.

“And that’s on you.” Jimin says.

Lucy giggles and all you can make out is a soft whisper as she nuzzles her face into Jimin’s neck.

“Sheesh, these two.” Jungkook whispers, audibly enough for you to hear.

“Tell me about it. The quieter they are now, the louder they’ll get later.”

He laughs. “Hey, wanna come over to mine? I can drop you off at the library tomorrow after I pick Soori up from my parent’s.”

You look up at him, big hopeful eyes that make his insides run like honey. “You sure?”

“Very.” He looks over at your friends who’ve resumed their prior activities. “Don’t wanna leave you yet. But don’t wanna witness Jimin out in the wild.”

“Strong point, Sir. Let me just get a change of clothes for tomorrow. And PJs.”

He pulls you back into his arms as you begin to get up, your faces inches apart. He pouts, brows furrowing. “No PJs.”

You stare at him for a second, breaking out in soft giggles. “Fine. No PJs.”

Jungkook opens the passenger door for you and the simple act makes you feel all tingly and warm on the inside.

“Thank you,” you tell him, closing the space between the two of you and pressing your lips to his cheek softly.

“Always,” he mimics your words from before and you only smile – afraid you’ll let out an endless stream of words and secret confessions that bottle up inside of you.

You see as he rounds the car from the windshield and when he catches you staring, he shoots you a smile. You make a mental note to tame your feelings, afraid that if you let them, they’ll start pouring out of you at an unstoppable rate.

“Your car has too many buttons.”

Your sincere observation makes him let out a loud chuckle. “Mm, yeah. I’ll give you that one.”

“Jungkook,” you say, about to fail the first attempt.

“Yeah?”

“I missed you.”

He looks at you, hand coming up to caress your cheek. For a couple of seconds, he just lets himself stare at you. You realize the way him not immediately returning the feeling doesn’t make you feel uneasy. In fact, his silence only allows for you to get lost in his gaze – his eyes telling you more than his words could, even if he tried. You smile.

“I missed you, too.” His words fall from his mouth, straight to your lips as he kisses you for the first time in what feels like an eternity. You both let out a long sigh, smiling against clinked teeth when you sync.

When he pulls away, he points a finger up, eyes following, as if remembering something. He reaches to the backseat of his car, retrieving a little box. He opens it, fingers reaching inside until he’s handing you an envelope.

“Miss Soori Blue kindly requested I pass along this invitation,” he says.

You smile, opening the white envelope and pulling out the card that rests inside. it’s white, too – the borders a pastel pink. His address, the date and the words I’m looking forward to celebrating with you! Adorning the top half. At the bottom of the page sits a pretty picture, made of what seems to be watercolours. Different animals painted on it – a lion, a giraffe, a koala, an elephant and a zebra, with comical smiling faces and birthday hats.

“Koo,” you say, nearly cooing at him. “This is so cute, oh my God.”

“She has good taste,” he says, rather sheepishly.

“Is it- animal themed?”

“Safari.”

“Did you paint this?” You ask, fingers running over the animals.

“Kinda. I did it on my iPad. Hope she doesn’t resent me for it when she’s older.”

“Are you kidding? You’re like- the coolest dad. And, I’d love to be there.”

“We want you there. No office hours. Just you.”

You look at him, pondering on what he’s trying to say. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“But- your friends are going to be there. Your parents-”

Jungkook is aware of everything you’re saying. Perhaps these are all things he would consider more than once before asking you to be there. For Soori. For him. For the first celebration of her life he’s going to walk into as a single parent. For when he wants to double the love she gets, just so she doesn’t lack. He wants you there and life feels too heavy to deprive himself of you.

“It’s okay. I don’t owe anyone an explanation. Plus, you’re- a very important person in Soori’s life. I want you there.”

“Okay,” you say, looking at the invitation again. “How cool!”

He smiles, starting the engine. “I hope it all goes smoothly. I probably should’ve hired someone to help organize it but I think I’ve got it under control.”

There’s something about Jeon Jungkook, the CEO, organizing a Safari themed, all pink, birthday party that just plays with your heart.

“It’s going to be epic. I can sense it. I have an excellent radar for fun times. This one won’t miss, trust me.” He laughs, reaching for you hand and intwining his fingers in yours. “God, I can’t believe she’s turning one already. Time is flying by.”

He’s been hearing that a lot. From his friends, his parents, family – even Mrs. Chae. But tonight, hearing it gives him a wave of something other than the nostalgia he usually feels whenever he’s reminded his baby is growing up. Tonight, time flies feels rather literal.

“What did you want to be when you grew up?”

You don’t hesitate for a second. “A mom.” He looks over at you for a second before diverting his eyes back on the road. “Four-year-old me didn’t know girls could do things other than being moms or teachers. So, I wanted to be a mom. I would convince my parents to get me dolls with the, very honest mind you, excuse that I was practicing for when I grew up and became a mom.”

He swiftly stops the car at a red light, looking at you with big, curious eyes – already enthralled in your story.

“Then I grew up a little more and was hit with the infamous, you can be whatever you want! And in-between maybe five and ten I truly went through all the phases. I wanted to be a nurse. A veterinarian. There was this one summer where all I wanted to do was grow up so I could be a lifeguard. I heard my parents talk about my college fund once and I asked them if I could use the money to go to lifeguard school.” Jungkook laughs, head thrown back and nose scrunched, your recollection of the events so vivid he can almost picture it.

“Then I wanted to be a firefighter. At this point my parents were getting used to my hyper fixation with whatever new line of work I discovered next. The very last one I had before deciding I wanted to be a writer was probably the most shocking. I was walking through the park with my mom one day and saw this group of men in neon suits picking up litter from the street. I thought it was so noble of them – having just learned about pollution in school and the importance of recycling. I ask my mom what ‘those’ were called. She saw the police patrol supervising the inmates doing community work and simply asked me why I wanted to know. I told her that I wanted to do just that when I grew up. She nearly had a heart attack.”

Jungkook’s chuckles fill the closed space of the car and yours follow not too long after you’ve finished your story. His whole demeanour seems to change in a matter of seconds – expression softer and gaze gentler.

“I’m glad you pursued literature,” he tells you.

“Me too,” you say, smiling. “I was quite young. My parents thought it was another phase but I stuck to it. Now I’ve grown up and I don’t really know what I am? But… I think ten-year-old me would be proud.”

Your words settle into him – the realization hitting him at once. The beginning of an answer to the question that has been swarming his thoughts all night. Your words are comfort, once again. But more than comfort, they’re hope. They let him know it’ll be okay. You make trusting time feel easier. He looks at you, hears the stories of what makes you – of what formed you, and he feels at ease.

He then realizes that he doesn’t know what Soori will be. But that it doesn’t quite matter as long as she’s happy. As long as she’s able to look back at the road that made her and say she’s proud of herself. Of where she’s been.

Just like you.

“What did you want to be when you grew up?” You ask, fingers lacing around his neck and caressing softly. He leans into your touch, eyes fighting to stay open at the blissful feeling.

“The blue Power Ranger.”

The night took a turn you weren’t necessarily expecting, yet you welcome it. Both your body and mind had been craving him in equal parts – not having felt his skin on yours since last Sunday. It’d been a rollercoaster of emotions of a day that the two of you wrapped up by seeking that physical closeness you’ve become addicted to. It did just that. Closeness. A moment so overwhelming as the two of you asked for more. Begged for more, as if you’d have the power to deny him. As if your body wouldn’t muster the strength needed to take him one more time, only to feel the euphoria of whatever his body flushed to yours did to your heart.

It was intense and afterwards it’d found you both quiet – two heaving bodies deciphering a world of feelings that took over the confined space of your room. Suddenly your bed felt too small, the walls too narrow, everything suffocating yet the feeling didn’t stop you from letting his arms wrap around yours, pull you closer – his breathing lull you into a deep, peaceful sleep. And when you dreamt, you dreamt of him. And even in faraway realities you could feel his touch on yours; the warmth.

In that reality you didn’t hold back the truth.

Amidst a forest of tall, green trees and white butterflies you spoke softly into his ear.

I love you. Once, simple. The truth untold.

He’d placed a kiss on your lips as he said his goodbyes – shushing you softly so you didn’t fully rouse from your peaceful slumber. You smiled, lips forming a pout as you lazily returned the kiss. It made Jungkook linger for a moment, eyes closed, lips locked in yours until he felt you fall back, resuming your sleep.

The week that followed came as fast as it ended, but only in retrospective. Only from the eyes that hold his right now, finally back in his atmosphere.

“What are you thinking about?” He nudges your calf with his foot – the two of you laying down at opposites ends of the sofa, glasses of wine in both your hands and the remainder of Purple Moon playing on the TV of his living room.

“I want you,” you speak your mind.

“Hm?” His foot travels upwards, running from your calves until they’re reaching your lower thigh before it's pushing it open slightly.

“Mhm,” you answer, shivers running down your spine as you give into his touch, your leg left leaning to the side. His head follows its movements, eyes shortly traveling to your center – the soft lace of your white panties catching his eyes. Your dress is short and it hikes up your thighs as you adjust your position.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

You ponder on it for a minute, suddenly shy. “I dunno. What do you want to do to me?”

“Don’t be shy now, angel.”

“I want you to make me feel good. Without holding back.”

“Yeah? Would you let me, baby?”

You nod your head slowly, eyes fixed on his that darken by the second. “Y-Yeah.”

“Come here,” he says, propping his glass on the coffee table before he’s settling back into the couch comfortably, legs stretching onto the long of the L-Shaped sofa.

You follow his movements, setting you glass down before you walk towards him, hovering for a second as to receive his next queue.

His arm reaches for your hand and you take it, letting him pull you into the sofa until you’re sitting down. You let him guide your body, arms softly turning you and pulling you to him until you’re sitting between his legs, back leaning against his front.

“Open up for me, baby.” He says as one of his hands traces a road downwards, until the tip of his fingers run down your inner thigh, tentatively close to where you need him the most. His other hand travels up, wrapping gently around your throat, fingers gripping onto your jaw, turning your face to his until his lips find yours.

You whimper into the kiss, a shiver running down your legs, goosebumps forming at his every touch. You give into him – parting your mouth until your tongues are licking at one another’s. He draws your bottom lip in-between his teeth, biting with a bit more force than usual. Your legs close around his hand and he squeezes at the soft flesh of your thigh, revelling in how responsive you are to his touch. Pliant and a little impatient as your hips begin to circle on their own, unconsciously drawing him closer, craving his touch.

When his hand travels up your legs fall open once again, melting into his body as the anticipation settles into you, the excitement growing, a build-up of days making you needy for that high, that explosion of feelings you know he can coax out of you in a matter of minutes. And when the touch comes, you sigh into his mouth, cunt pulsing at the feeling of his middle finger pressing on your clit over your panties. The buckle of your hips lets him know he’s got you right where he wants you and its signal enough for him to start drawing tiny circles against your little nub – his touch is light, barely there as the tip of his finger toys with the sensitive bundle of nerves. But as placid as his touch is, it builds up quickly and to your surprise, you can already feel the pressure building up at your lower belly; knees starting to shake and breathing picking up a puffy, erratic pace.

“You wanna feel good baby?” His voice is deep, a soft growl right in your ear that you feel right in your gut.

“Yes, p-please,” your voice is airy, almost delirious as his light touch begins to tip you over the edge.

“Then you have to be good. Can you do that?” Your mind is hazy, body following the feeling too and when you don’t reply his teeth nip at your earlobe, hips rutting against his finger.

“Y-Yes, I c-can,” you give.

“Are you close, baby?”

“Yes- fuck. I’m so close, Koo- please don’t stop.”

He lets you fall into the feeling, ever so close to reaching the ultimate pleasure he knows he’s able to grant you with just one determined touch. Your body so receptive, so fucking good for him as he’s come to know it so well – to read you so well, even in just a couple of weeks. Those instances are enough to let him know you’re dangerously close to fully breaking for him, letting go and falling completely. It’s right then that he stops, hand cupping your mound as you let out a loud cry. He can feel the unevenness in your breathing right against his chest.

“N-No- why, please-” your voice borders on a plead and it sends a jolt of electricity down Jungkook’s body.

“You’ll cum when I say so.”

His breath fans over your neck, hand pushing away stray hairs that have fallen onto your forehead, already sweaty as you begin to come down from the pleasure. You’ve never played this game. Never put your pleasure in someone else’s hands so willingly, entirely. It makes you feel slightly on edge – and quite literally. The nerves pooling in your tummy; the anticipation bittersweet.

“O-Okay.”

“Have you ever done this?”

“No. I just- never understood it. Always too i-impatient.”

A low chuckle resonates down his chest and you can feel it in yours. “That’s okay, baby. You’ll be good for me and I’ll let you feel good. You’ll understand it.”

“I want to be good for you, Jungkook.”

“Yeah? My good girl?” His words get lost inside your mind as his fingers hook inside the hem of your panties, pushing them to the side. You close your eyes, both relieved and anxious to feel his touch again.

“Yes, fuck- I’m your good girl.”

At your words he gives in, fingers coating in your slick before they’re traveling upwards again, resuming the torturous pace on your clit. Your mouth parts in pleasure – the feeling ecstatic, moans lilting at the end until you’re whining at the feeling.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He teases your entrance, middle and ring finger pressing into your opening until you’re begin, a loose string of pleases falling past your lips. “What do you want? Use your words.”

“Your fingers- I want you to fuck me with your fingers,” your sentence morphs into a moan, a cry of pleasure as his two fingers thrust inside of you, immediately hooking up until they’re pressing onto your g-spot for a second too short, not letting you bask in it fully as he begins the push and pull – pressing every time they’re nestled in.

You grab a hold of his wrist, opening your legs further as you force him to still his movements – wanting to feel his fingers pressed into that spot for a little longer.

His laughter borders on mean and it only makes you pulse around his fingers. The hand that holds onto your throat travels up, fingers harshly gripping your jaw, making you look at him.

“You’re greedy, huh?” His question is rhetoric and perhaps you only nod your head to piss him off further. “My greedy little slut?” You nod again and his grip tightens, fingers hooking up inside of you – the pressure so intense it has your eyes rolling to the back of your neck. “Baby wants to learn the hard way.”

His last statement sets something off inside of you and before you can let out a faint response his fingers pick up force and pace inside of you – short little thrusts as he focuses on that spot, thumb adding to the pleasure as he circles your clit with it. Your wanton moans are laced with pleads, begin him to go faster, harder – more. He can feel your walls contract around his fingers, pussy getting tighter, voice raspier, chants of his name sounding borderline delirious as you begin to get lost in the feeling again.

“I’m gonna cum- fuck I’m gonna-”

But your words fall stranded into the air – body closing around yourself as he pulls his fingers away from your cunt, placing his hand on your lower belly as your body jerks in what feels like it’s walking a thin line between pain and pleasure. You cry out a string of no’s and he shushes you softly.

“Close your legs, baby.”

You do and like magic, you begin to come down from it yet once again.

Your body falls into his arms, falling slightly to the side as you try to stop your legs from shaking, a half-hearted attempt to ease your breathing back to normal. It’s impossible to settle down all the way but when you begin to regain consciousness you look up at him again, opening your eyes and meeting his dark ones.

“Please,” you beg.

“Shh. Lay down, baby.”

You do, with little body strength, you let yourself fall into the soft cushions of the couch. Jungkook hovers over you, sitting on his feet as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Your arms reach out, wanting to touch him but you feel too weak. He holds onto your hand instead, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on your open palm.

“You gonna be good for me, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes- please just- fuck me, Koo.”

“Mm, not yet. I want to taste you first.”

He begins to lower his body, making himself comfortable between your thighs as he hooks his fingers on the hem of your panties. He pulls them off your legs, pushing your thighs open with his big hands. The sight of him between your legs alone has your mind falling back into that pleasure – your body quickly following.

“I’ll cum- I can’t,” you cry.

“Yes, you can. You’re so good for me, baby. So pretty like this.”

He places a kiss against your slit that has you unconsciously bucking your hips into his face. His arm circles around your thigh until his hand is resting at your pelvis. He pushes down, making you press your ass against the sofa once again. He narrows his eyes at you, a stern and deep stay leaving his lips.

His head lowers, tongue parting your folds with a thick lick of his tongue that starts at your entrance, all the way to your clit. He minimizes the stimulation where he knows it’ll set you off just yet, instead using his tongue to tease around them – soft little kitten licks before he suctions slightly, your juices coating his chin in an almost pornographic way but he loves it. He loves every tell-tale sign of your desire – could hear your soft little moans grow louder with every circle of his tongue around your entrance, could feel every tug at his hair with every gentle flick of the tip of his tongue against your clit. He could bask on the warmth of your pussy – how wet and tight you feel around his fingers, his tongue, his cock. He throbs at the mere thought of knowing you’ll have him inside of you in a matter of minutes.

“Oh my fucking God- don’t stop, baby- please don’t stop.”

Your cries are so sweet, the skin of your thigh so soft around his hand that keeps it open. Your pussy so wet, filling the room with lewd sounds as he unabashedly eats you out. Devours you until all he can feel, taste, smell is you. How much you want him – need him. How much you unravel just for him.

He almost considers to give you just what you need the most. Too tempted by having you shaking and squirming under him – him too craving to feel you let go, fall into your release, hear every single moan he knows he can emit from you.

But he doesn’t.

He pulls away and looks up at you. His lips are shiny with your juices, tongue running over them to gather every last drop, licking them clean.

The come down is less abrupt this time – your body growing accustomed to being so close to tipping over, rapidly adjusting to the come down, though not sending you into any less of an agony. This time, though, it makes you hungrier.

You look up at him. That look on his face that doesn’t hold an ounce of fear when it comes to ruining you whole. Not an ounce of remorse over doing things to you that he knows won’t allow you to go back to whatever point it is you were since in before you came into his atmosphere – basked in the pleasure, revelled in the desire that has a first and last name.

Him.

When you speak, your voice is but a whisper.

“Please- fuck me. Do whatever you want with me.”

It takes him a second to process your words but when they finally dawn upon him his movements are determined – quick. His hands come to rest at the buckle of his belt, swiftly undoing it. He motions to your dress – “Off, baby.” You comply, with shaky hands, mustering every bit of strength you have left. Throwing his pants to the side, your dress follows the pile that forms at the floor. In perfect sync, your bra and his boxer briefs come off, too.

His cock throbs in his hand as he releases some pressure with a couple of languid pumps. He follows your movements with his eyes as you reach for your bag that sits on top of the coffee table and pull out a condom. He smiles.

“Was this your plan all along?”

“You said no PJs.” You bite back, bringing the foil package to your lips and tearing it open.

Jungkook walks closer to you, coming to stand between your legs, fingers lazily running down your slit, before he’s coating his cock with your juices. He thinks about what it’d feel like to feel you raw – take you like this, feel your tightness and warmth without a barrier. The thought alone has him rolling his head over his shoulders, a moan escaping his lips as he feels your small hand wrap around his cock – pumping a couple of times before rolling the condom on.

His hands grab a hold of your legs, pushing them onto the couch. His come to rest at either side of yours, pushing them closer until they’re completely closed. He grabs hold of your waist and flips you over in one swift movement. You gasp, the faint sound quickly turning into a whimper as you feel his lips dusting feathery kisses all over your back. He places one on each little dimple that forms at the curve of your ass and when he pulls away slightly, he lands a loud smack against the round flesh. You let out a loud moan.

“Is this okay, baby?”

“Y-Yes,” you reply.

He lands another one, this one with more force and you’re sure it’s bound to leave a handprint. The sting makes you close your fists around a pillow, whining in pleasure at the pain. You’ve never experienced anything like it before and giving into the feeling feels dangerous so it’s with a shaky voice that you say, “m-more.”

“Yeah?” Another slap, on the same cheek, the pain sending tingles down your body.

He wraps a hand around his cock, lowering his body until his front is flushed to your back. He lines himself against your entrance and when you nod, he pushes in, thrusting his hips into yours. You’re so wet you take him in one swift movement, hissing at the fullness when he bottoms out.

“Fuck- the tightest little pussy.”

“Your tight little pussy,” you say in-between laboured breaths.

“Yeah, baby. My tight little pussy- fuck. All mine.”

He pulls back, circling his hips as your cunt swallows his tip back in – short little pulses that send shivers down his spine as he can feel just how close you are. How much you’re holding back, how good you’re being for him. He pushes back in, the force of his thrust sending you further into the couch as a feral groan ricochets past his chest – throaty and deep. Everything about him – the way he feels, the way he sounds just adds to the pleasure. He fills you up so well, the angle just right making him hit repeatedly against that spot that has your toes curling and legs begin to grow shaky, right along with the cries you let out with every push and pull.

“That feels s-so good, Koo. I love your fat cock, please fuck me harder.”

He groans, body straightening, grabbing a tight hold of your hips before he’s landing another loud slap against your ass. He can feel your pussy clench around his cock at the contact, making him hiss in pleasure at the feeling.

“You like that, baby? You like it when I rough you up?”

“Y-Yes, f-fuck I love it, Jungkook. I fucking love it- harder, please.”

Your filthy mouth is all it takes for him to piston his hips into yours, the loud slapping of your ass against his thighs filling the room – mixed with your sweet moans and his deep growls as you begin to grow impossibly tighter around him. He squeezes your ass, hard grip on his hand before it comes up and slaps at it once again.

“Oh- oh fuck, Koo, fuck, fuck, fuck- I’m- can I cum, please- let me cum.”

“Cum for me, baby. Cream my cock, let me feel you. Let me hear you.”

You tense up for a second, body hesitant to let go after being teased to exertion. But his movements never falter, hitting repeatedly right where he feels the best and it takes you a second to get there. You let go and the feeling throws you aback so abruptly it blocks your vision for a bit, tiny silver dots all you see as your lips part in a silent moan as your whole body begins to shake. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before and when your voice finds you – it’s loud. Cries of pleasure and muffled chants of his name as your breathing grows erratic. You feel like you’re going to pass out, fisting at the pillows to ground yourself.

“Fuck, baby- yes.”

Your words are barely there but you manage to say, “please don’t stop fucking me, please don’t- I think I’m gonna-”

Jungkook doesn’t think he can last a second longer, his body growing weak as he falls on top of you, forearms holding him from crushing you as his thrusts grow sloppier. But he can feel the way your pussy pulses around his cock, signalling another orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Again baby, cum for me again- cum with me, ___.”

And you do. You let go, hand reaching for him, pulling his face flushed to yours, fingers tangling in his hair – feeling so overwhelmed it has you tugging at the strands with force. He hisses against your cheek, the airy little sound turning into a moan as he releases into the condom, cock throbbing as he buries himself deep inside of you, wanting to feel every last pulse of your cunt in perfect sync with his own.

He stays there for a minute – collecting himself and his breathing, dusting open mouthed kisses on every inch of skin his lips can find as you begin to come down, too.

You don’t move when he pulls away, too fucked out and exhausted – body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasms. The intensity of waiting until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Baby,” Jungkook coos, “let’s go shower.”

“Jungkook,” you call out his name, rolling over and onto your back.

“Tell me, angel.”

You simply outstretch your arms towards him. He smiles, cocking his head to the side before he’s picking you up – bridal style.

“That good, huh?” He asks, a smirk lacing his features.

“You always get so cocky after sex,” you say, nuzzling your face on the soft, warm skin of his chest.

��Well, I just made you cum twice so-”

“Shhh,” you tell him, a lazy, trembling finger pushing onto his lips.

He bites it slightly and you gasp, making him smile.

Your eyes stay closed as he walks the two of you up the stairs.

You look angelic – so soft.

You look like everything that he’s known to resemble love.

HI! i don’t even know what to say. they’re so soft, they’re so sexy. i really came for violence by making jungkook organize soori’s birthday party all by himself? AND HE DREW HER BIRTHDAY PARTY NVITATIONS TOO? lol i have no chill like that actually got me fucked up. ANYWAYS I TRULY HOPE U ENJOYED! if u did lemme know – you guys know i love speaking to u guys about my lil story and just chit chatting in general. i’m sending a million kisses ur way <3333 xx

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h34rtizuku · 3 years ago

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༺♡༻ if ur under 18, dni ✧ luv u tho

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୨୧ izuku is a pro hero with a 6 year old kid and it’s not mf easy

୨୧ while he’s at work, inko will watch over the child but he feels bad for putting all that burden on her so he decides to hire a nanny

୨୧ you're not too big on kids but you're good with them and that he experiences first hand ~

୨୧ he’s at the store one weekend with kiddo and he’s in the chip aisle looking for which type he wants to get

୨୧ mumbling to himself about which type he’s craving now but what if that craving changes later and he wants a different flavor instead

୨୧ he lets go of the little one’s hand for a split second to get the bag off the shelf and once the grocery is in his arms he turns to his side to grab the little one’s hand once more, only to find him not there

୨୧ he looks up and down the aisle - no kid

୨୧ he goes to the neighboring aisles - not there

୨୧ he goes all around the store, nervously sweating, muttering insults to himself that he lost his only kid - how stupid and unfit of a parent he was

୨୧ until he comes upon an aisle and hears the sniffles of a small child the child took a bit after him when he was a kid, a bit of a crybaby

୨୧ but he sees you

୨୧ calmly reassuring the child, patting his back, telling him to calm down and not to worry that you’ll go look for his father together

୨୧ he doesn’t know why but the sight tugs at his heart, there is something so pure and natural about how you are treating his child

୨୧ but he’s breaking up the sweet moment with a call of his child’s name causing the little boy to turn around and rush into izuku’s large warm arms

୨୧ you’re standing there a little shocked because omg that’s pro hero deku in the mf flesh

୨୧ but you're also happy that the lost boy has been reunited with his father

୨୧ you're about to walk off with a smile when he stops you

୨୧ he thanks you profusely for your help and you’re shyly like ‘it’s no biggie’ with blushed cheeks

୨୧ he asks if he can properly thank you and you’re like dude it’s really no problem

୨୧ he really is thankful but there is also something deep inside him that doesn’t quite want to let you go

୨୧ so he’s like let me buy your groceries and take you out for coffee

୨୧ and you’re about to refuse but you’re a poor college student so getting this weeks groceries for free was one thing

୨୧ but also how are you gonna pass up having coffee with the number one hero and his cute little mini-me ???

୨୧ so yall are at a cute lil cafe where he learns that you're a college student and looking for a partime job over the summer

୨୧ he’s like, you know what, why don’t i hire you as my nanny

୨୧ you’re like i’m not sure, i’m not really a kid person

୨୧ he’s like, i saw you with him, you’ll be just fine - besides he’s a good kid, he just needs someone to watch over him and feed him

୨୧ also i pay really well

୨୧ so you’re like … say less

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୨୧ so the first day on the job you arrive at like 8 am, he gave you the code to his door so you just let yourself in

୨୧ you see kiddo at the kitchen table just eating his cheerios or whatever but no sign of izuku

୨୧ so you just go over and take a seat next to the kid and make small talk with him

୨୧ then you hear some shuffling coming from behind you causing you to turn around and investigate

୨୧ lo and behold you see a shirtless izuku with nothing but gray sweatpants hanging low on his wide hips

୨୧ he’s got a towel across his broad shoulders that he’s using to dry the jade curls that haven’t been shaved off as a part of his undercut

୨୧ you follow the droplets of water as they slide down the crevices of his pectorals and abdomen, drifting down his v line and the small tuft of hair leading down from his belly button and melting into the waistline of his pants

୨୧ you’re trying not to salivate at the sight but you also can’t bring yourself to look away just yet wanting to memorize and study the location of every scar and freckle littering his muscular torso

୨୧ he stops drying his hair for a minute and finally sees you like ‘oh great you’re here - how was the trip over here? it wasn’t too hard to find right?’

୨୧ and you’re burning eyes finally tear away from caramel torso and you’re like ‘nope, i found it just fine’ ahaha

୨୧ he gives you a little low down on like, what kid likes to eat, what he doesn’t, what he likes to do, when he goes down for a nap … all that good babysitting stuff

୨୧ after he’s dressed in his hero outfit, he’s kissing his lil nugget goodbye, telling him to treat you nicely, and with several final thank you’s he’s out the door

୨୧ and that’s the start of your job nannying the kid of the number one hero

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୨୧ he was right, the kid is a really easy kid

୨୧ he goes down easy for his nap, he’s potty trained, inko raised him like she did izuku so he’s basically the perfect kid, he’s really sweet and will sit down and watch movies with you or he plays really easy by himself playing with his deku, all might, and dynamite action figures

୨୧ and if how easy a job it was, or the smoking hot employer wasn’t enough, the first time you got your paycheck was

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୨୧ one day, there was a sudden summer storm that hit right as you reached your stop on the bus

୨୧ you didn’t have an umbrella, forcing you to run to izuku’s house in the pouring rain

୨୧ you show up through the front door and he comes in to greet you only to see you drenched and shivering due to the ac in his home

୨୧ he’s like, “hey y/n how- oh my god, you’re soaked.”

୨୧ and you’re rubbing at your arm awkwardly and trying to create any sort of warmth as you tell him how you got in this mess

୨୧ he’s taking in your soaked form and suddenly his worrying eyes turn into curious ones as he watches a droplet slide from your chin, down your neck, and down your chest to fall between the top alley of your breasts due to the first few buttons of your top being opened

୨୧ the white top you decided today was the perfect day to wear, and without a bra no less

୨୧ but in your shivering and embarrassment you forgot all about that minor detail

୨୧ oh but izuku didn’t forget it

୨୧ he imagined that water droplet sliding down the valley of your breasts underneath your blouse and gliding over your stomach, almost getting lost in your belly button, only to disappear under your waistband

୨୧ he imagined what it would be like to lick the droplets off your hot skin

୨୧ he scanned back up and noticed the tight see-through material of your shirt hugging your tits, dipping into every crevice leaving nothing to the imagination

୨୧ he sees the dark hue of your nipples from behind the cloth, along with the 2 little peaks your buds have made due to the cold air circulating in his house bonus points if you have your nipples pierced, i’m jealous of you

୨୧ he pulls his gaze away when he sees a violent shiver rack your body

୨୧ he leaves for a moment and comes back with a warm towel, almost sad to see the sight of your tits gone but your comfort and warmth was more important to him

୨୧ he tells you to dry off a bit as he goes and gets the shower started for you

୨୧ you’re thanking him yet apologizing for the trouble as you’re gonna make him late for work

୨୧ and he’s denying any negative comments coming out your mouth saying that he technically is at work as helping people is his job and he wouldn’t be a good hero if he didn’t help someone right in front of him

୨୧ he tells you to take as long as you need getting washed up and getting the temperature back in your body

୨୧ he doesn’t have time to think about how you’re just a few feet and a closed bathroom door away from him, naked ~ as he picks out the smallest pieces of clothing he has in his closet

୨୧ he finds an old t-shirt and shorts from his high school days and lays them on his bed telling you through the door that when you’re done he has clothes waiting for you

୨୧ you don’t take too long getting washed up as you know he needs to get to work so only about 10 minutes later you’re walking into the living to izuku sitting on the couch watching the movie his kid wanted to put on

୨୧ he sees you come in from his peripherals as his heart damn near stops seeing you in his clothes

୨୧ the clothes were so small they couldn’t fit him any longer, not after getting a post-high school growth spurt and getting broader due to his hero work

୨୧ but the fact that his already small clothes were swallowing you just did something to him

୨୧ blame it on his size kink he don’t know he has quite yet

୨୧ he pulls himself together to tell you that he threw your soiled clothes in the wash before he says his good byes to his kiddo

୨୧ he’s heading out the door while you and his son are telling him to be safe out there when just as he’s about to leave you call out to him

୨୧ he’s turning around maybe a lil too fast, but he sees you with an umbrella in your hand telling him that you ‘wouldn’t want him to make the same mistake you did’ with a cute bashful smile on your face that almost made him call in sick to work

୨୧ but he knew he couldn’t do that

୨୧ screw being number one hero and all that

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୨୧ a few weeks later he comes home from work, tired af as one would

୨୧ but he gets to the door and sees you and his kiddo waiting for him inside

୨୧ you have a cake in your hands and his little one pops one of those little confetti canons at his father with a loud “happy birthday”

୨୧ he’s a lil shocked, a lil surprised, but in a good way

୨୧ he looks at you

୨୧ “well kiddo told me it was your birthday and with a quick little google search i confirmed it to be true. and i felt bad that you had to work on your birthday so we decided to bake you a cake while you were gone and wait for you to get home.” you said softly

୨୧ he had totally forgotten it was his birthday but if it being his birthday meant that he could see you in a little apron waiting for him to come in the door …

୨୧ damn he wished it was his birthday everyday

୨୧ y’all move into the kitchen to start cutting the cake and as you’re plating slices you lean down to the little one and tell him to ‘go get the birthday card he made for daddy’

୨୧ and izuku who wasn’t quite paying attention is like “hmm?” and you just like look at him

୨୧ and he’s like, “oh i thought- you were calling for me-“

୨୧ and you’re like mf, i don’t call you daddy yet

୨୧ but yall just kinda like awkwardly get past it and move on when the child comes running in with his folded construction paper with a green stick figure on the front labeled ‘dad’

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୨୧ it all leads up to the day about a month later when you arrive at their home to no sign of the kid

୨୧ and you’re like ~ wtf? he always comes to greet me at the door with a hug and he’s not doing that

୨୧ and you’re looking in the kitchen and the living room to see no sign of the child

୨୧ when you’re about to head into his room to see if he somehow decided to sleep in today, izuku comes out his room

୨୧ and you’re like, where’s the kid?

୨୧ and he’s like, oh, i meant to tell you that my mom came by just a few minutes ago and decided to take him out for the day

୨୧ so you’re like, okay, should i just go home then?

୨୧ and he’s like, you could but i just so happen to have the day off and i think it would be nice if we got to spend some time together, without the kid around

୨୧ and you’re like, what am i gonna do ?? say no ?!

୨୧ so y’all go out for coffee, take a walk around the park, and then go out for lunch before going back to his house to watch like a movie or whatever

୨୧ y’all get back home and he sits on the couch scrolling through streaming sites looking for a movie and you’re coming back from the bathroom

୨୧ when you’re walking to the couch, your foot catches one of the kid’s toys that was lying on the floor causing you to trip and stumble forward

୨୧ izuku moves to catch you causing you to fall into his chest and practically on top his lap

୨୧ you’re out of breath from the sudden adrenaline spike but the close proximity between the two of you isn’t making it any easier to catch said breath

୨୧ neither of y’all are moving, just staring into each others eyes as he quietly asks “are you alright?”

୨୧ his warm breath dancing across your face as you give him a light nod

୨୧ his eyes suddenly move to your lips and out of his mouth comes the words you thought you’d never hear

୨୧ “can i kiss you?”

୨୧ and with a split glance to his lips you’re nodding fervently

୨୧ not soon enough his lips are on yours : plump, warm, and soft ~ tasting of the coffee and the mint gum he chewed after lunch

୨୧ you two pull apart reluctantly but he sets his forehead against yours as he catches his breath

୨୧ “please tell me you feel the same way for me as i do for you?” he whispers

୨୧ you bite your lip, “and how do you feel about me?”

୨୧ “like i want to hold you. kiss you. and come home to you everyday. not just as a babysitter.”

୨୧ “is that all?” you ask

୨୧ “i have a few other things i feel about you but i think it’s too early to tell you.”

୨୧ you link your arms around his neck and play with the stubble of emerald that is his undercut, “i wanna know.” you whisper.

୨୧ he’s like, are you sure…. you won’t think it’s inappropriate ?

୨୧ and you reassure him cuz little does he know of the countless nights you laid with your hand between your thighs imagining it was him getting you off

୨୧ “well uh- i-i really wanna fuck you.” he quietly admits

୨୧ you readjust your position to straddle his lap, your legs on either side of his thighs

୨୧ “how?” you ask

୨୧ “how what?” he replies as he tentatively places his hands lightly on your waist

୨୧ “how,” you start, leaning down to ghost your lips atop his, “do you wanna fuck me?”

୨୧ his breath stutters, something about those words coming out of your mouth

୨୧ he’s quiet for longer than you would like, “c’mon tell me” you whine, moving your lips from his mouth, down his jaw, and along his neck

୨୧ his breath quickens, soon letting out a low groan when you stumble upon his sweet spot

୨୧ you pull away causing him to almost whine, “start talking ~ tell me how you wanna fuck me.”

୨୧ “well f-first i wanna kiss all over you. your cheeks. your neck. your hands. i w-wanna feel your warm soft skin under my lips.”

୨୧ he pauses a bit but you urge him to continue

୨୧ “i wanna play with your tits. i wanna suck on your nipples. i’ve wanted to ever since you came in soaked by the rain that day.”

୨୧ as he gets more confident, his voice gets deeper, raspier, laced with lust

୨୧ “i wanna kiss all the way down your body until i reach that sweet pussy of yours, i’ve been dying to get a taste.

୨୧ you let out a low moan into his collar bone, “and then what?”

୨୧ “then after i’ve made you come on my tongue a few times, i wanna stuff you full of my cock. not stopping until i breed you. gave you a baby of your own since you’re so perfect with kiddo already.”

୨୧ “i wanna make you a mommy.”

୨୧ you gasp, your breaths coming out in short hurried puffs as you come up from sucking on his neck

୨୧ “so why don’t you?”

୨୧ he’s frozen

୨୧ “why don’t you fuck your child in me, daddy?”

୨୧ and just like that whatever submissive izuku moment you had going on, is gone

୨୧ he’s on top of you in seconds, squishing you into the couch cushions beneath you as he does just what he said he would do, and then some

yoooooo, happy belated birthday to the actual love of my life. i cried like three times over him yesterday. i hope he’s doing good.

also i’m not gonna sit here & pretend i know anything about how the japanese choose to name their offspring so that’s why kiddo is nameless

#bnha smut #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #mha deku #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #deku smut #deku headcanons #deku #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #izuku smut #izuku headcanons

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markberries · 4 years ago

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a l o n e t i m e┊draco malfoy

ALONE TIME — DRACO MALFOY

info: you and the infamous draco malfoy were always at each other’s throats, so when you’re by yourself planning to prank the irritating slytherin, you take this as an opportunity to finally relieve yourself. but of course, things go a little unexpectedly.

warnings: absolute filth, smut smut smUT !! cursing

genre: SMUT, fluff at the end, enemies to lovers, gryffindor!reader word count: 2400+

a/n: ok so like... i got onto dracotok, and decided to write this. it's been awhile so i hope u enjoy!! btw this isnt edited at all (n if u know me irl, no u dont)

god — you absolutely despised draco malfoy.

he reminded you of why you asked the sorting house to not place you into slytherin; he was rude, a smartass, and an asshole.

everyone knew how much you and draco liked to bicker with each other. it's almost as if he knew what got under your skin, or maybe it was because everything he said gave you the urge to tell him to shut up. he would never stop talking about how you would ruin the school's reputation, being an international student from north america.

honestly, arguing with draco had been a regular thing. maybe a few small pranks here and there, but that was only when he had royally pissed you off (it happens quite often). although you did find draco quite attractive, it was completely overlooked by how much of an arse he was.

you sat in the dining hall with your fellow gryffindor students, harry, hermione, and ron. they were the only ones you really talked to, well in your year at least.

from across the room, you locked eyes with draco. you glared at him, then rolled your eyes, focusing your attention back to your three friends.

"seriously y/n, if you want to ace herbology, you're going to need to listen to me," hermione mutters, continuing to go over notes with you.

"sorry, it's just malfoy has been giving me dirty looks, kind of in the mood to punch him right now," you snort, then feeling hermione flick your forehead shortly after. "come on y/n, you can deal with malfoy later."

"how long have you and malfoy been going at each other?" ron asks, "it feels like it's been decades."

you laugh, "it's only been a year, alright? and it's only because he's such an ass."

"me? an ass?" you hear malfoy emitting from behind you, you could practically hear the arrogance dripping from his voice. you roll your eyes, then turn to look at him.

"listen here malfoy," you hiss, "i swear to god, if you don't fuck off, i will personally, beat the shit out of you."

malfoy laughs, looking back at his friends, than back at you. "looks like the pretty girl has a potty mouth," he says through his laughter.

"get out of here malfoy," harry told draco, and draco only replied with the roll of his eyes.

"whatever, potter. see you guys around, and watch yourself, y/n. you never know what's coming."

malfoy leaves after that, and you groan in annoyance. hermione breathes deeply, feeling the same amount of irritation as you.

"how do you put up with his shenanigans? i cannot stand malfoy," ron states, venom lacing his voice when he says malfoy's name.

"well you know," you sigh, "it just never ends. i get him back for doing something to me, and then he does something even worse after, but i don't mind."

harry looks at you with confusion in his eyes, "what do you mean you don't mind? i would definitely mind."

"well," you pause, glancing at draco who is already glaring at you, "i've been thinking. ever wanted to see draco with red hair?"

"oh my god, y/n no! we'll lose a terrible amount of points!" hermione gasps, closing her notebook to convince you that this would be a big mistake.

"it would be worth it," harry chuckles, imagining how draco would react to having gryffindor's colours among his head.

"harry!" hermione snaps.

"by the way y/n, are you coming to the common room party tonight?" ron asks, but you shake your head. "no, i don't think so. i want to prepare for malfoy's new hair do, but i'm sure you will have fun."

"but y/n! i need you there to survive," hermione begs, she's told you before that she was so excited to have another girl in her friend group, if that's what you can call it. she didn't mind being the only girl with ron and harry, but it was a nice change to have you there.

"i'm sorry hermione, next time, i promise!" you smile, winking at her and tilting your head.

"okay.. just be careful with malfoy, alright?"

—

you sat in bed, reading spells that you could do to make draco's hair red. even if there wasn't a spell, you had red hair dye ready to go.

while you were sitting there by yourself, you couldn't help but realize it had been ages since you were left alone, you were almost always surrounded by people, and that means it's been awhile since you had "relieved" yourself.

i shouldn't let an opportunity go to waste, right? you thought to yourself, fuck it.

you placed the book onto your bedside table and removed your cute little pyjama pants that had penguins on them, discarding them onto the floor and sticking a hand down your black lace underwear.

you brought your fingers to your clit, letting out a mewl. it truly felt so nice to finally be able to touch yourself again, after months of not doing anything.

you slowly trailed your fingers to your folds, collecting the building up wetness. you slid your fingers up and down, rubbing on your clit a little more as well. you slapped your free hand onto your mouth to cover up any loud noises.

you moaned to yourself, shutting your eyes as you played with your little bundle of nerves, before sliding a finger into your pussy swiftly, moaning quietly. lost in the moment, you began thinking of draco, sure he was a douche, but he had a pretty face, and that was good enough for you at the moment.

you imagined what it would feel like for his finger to pump into you like this, how it would feel like for him to call you pet names as you moaned.

you slid another finger in, whimpering even louder as you felt the unforgotten feeling of the knot being formed in your stomach. you imagined how it would feel like for draco to kiss you as he finger fucked you, how it would feel like if he curled his fingers in your pussy as you moaned his name.

"draco.." you whimpered quietly.

"oh love," someone said from the shadows.

you immediately froze, retracting your hand from your panties as you scrambled to cover yourself with your blanket. you heard footsteps, and then saw a familiar figure emerge from the darkness.

"what do we have here?" the platinum blonde boy smirked, staring at your embarrassed form on your bed. "never thought someone like you would be wanting me this badly."

"what the fuck, draco?" you whisper-shouted, holding the blanket to your chest and staring at him with furrowed brows, "you better get out of here before you regret being here in the first place."

"ah yes," draco chuckled, walking closer to you, "i would love to leave and tell everyone about how you were moaning my name as you touched yourself." you wanted nothing more than to smack that stupid, hot smirk off of draco's face.

"what the hell do you want?" you asked, quickly looking at what he was wearing. a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black dress pants.

"i was actually here to dye your hair green, you see, i saw you weren't at the party, and thought you were sleeping, but i can see it's obvious that you weren't. but now," draco explained, "y/n, the question is," he took a seat on your bed, lifting your chin to look into your eyes, "what do you want, hmm?"

his eyes trailed to your exposed neck and shoulders, "do you want me to bend you over like the bad girl you are? or do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, is that it?"

you stayed silent.

you hated the fact that you could feel yourself getting wetter as he spoke, and you hated how much you wanted him. you wanted him to do all those things, and more. you wanted him to make you say his name, you wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair as he fucked you.

"perhaps i misread the situation," draco said, rising from his position and dusting off his pants. "i better be going, crabbe and goyle may be looking for me already."

you grabbed his arm, "draco malfoy, i swear to god that if you don't fuck me, i will kill you." draco smirks at you once again, "now that's something i'd like to hear."

draco gets into your bed as you lower the blanket, exposing your top half, only being covered by your bra. he gets on top of you, kissing you with desire and hunger. you moan into his mouth as you feel him unhook your bra and grab your breast. he takes this as the perfect chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, asserting dominance with your own.

he breaks the kiss, panting to take off his own clothes and throw them onto the ground.

"you know, i always thought you were hot," malfoy says, and you scoff. he throws your bra onto the floor as well, before getting on top of you again and kissing your neck.

"i never thought that i'd get to fuck you, though."

you palm him through his boxers, and he groans, hardening quicker by the minute. he bites down softly on your neck, making you gasp. he drags his hand down to your clothed heat, rubbing you through the thin fabric.

you bite down on your lip, wrapping your arms around draco's neck. he kisses your collarbone, before tucking his hand in your panties, playing with your clit between his two fingers.

"love, i think these drenched undies of yours are gonna have to go," he says, grabbing the elastic part, pulling it back and then letting it go, slapping your skin lightly. "mind if i take them off?"

you quickly shake your head no, and he puts on that smug smile of his, before going down to crotch level, and sliding your panties down in a one, quick movement.

"god, i bet you imagined this," draco muttered, sliding a finger into your already soaking core. "all prettied up for me, saying my name.."

he slowly inserts a finger into you, pumping in and out slowly. "fuck, draco!" you moan, grabbing onto the bed sheets. it feels so much better to have him with his finger inside you, pressing light kisses to your stomach.

he inserts another finger, pumping faster this time. "how do i make you feel, hmm? how much did you want this? did you want to come with my fingers inside you?"

draco keeps his fingers inside you, thrusting them at a steady pace, but he comes up to look at your face. you screw your eyes shut, enveloping yourself in the pleasure.

"look at me, love," draco says sternly, making you lock eyes with him. he puts another finger inside you. "do you want to come like this?"

you nod furiously, intertwining your fingers in his hair. "oh god draco.. i'm gonna come.. fuck.."

suddenly, draco removes his fingers from your insides, chuckling to himself as he sees your face form into a vicious glare, almost as if you were ready to slap him. you clenched around nothing, irritated with draco for retracting his fingers as you were just about to reach your high.

"what the fuck, draco?" you yelled, he just laughed and sat up from his position.

"we're just getting to the good part, love, and you're lucky i brought condoms just in case. now be a good girl and turn around for me, yeah?"

you quickly obliged, scrambling to get on your hands and knees as draco rolls on the condom.

"tell me how much you want this," draco whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he lines up with your entrance, only waiting for your word.

"i want this so much," you say, panting.

draco squeezes your ass, "not good enough."

"for fuck sakes draco, i want you to fuck me. i want you to mess up my insides and make me moan your name. that's what i want, malfoy."

draco doesn't help himself after that, he thrusts into you, making you yelp and grab a fistful of the bed sheets. you clench around him, making him groan out in pleasure. "do that again, fuck. it feels so good to be inside you like this."

malfoy grabs the headboard, slamming into you at a moderate speed, and you could feel your high approaching.

"you take my dick so well, y/n, i've wanted nothing more than to take you into my room and fuck you just like this," he admits. the sound of your skin slapping is the only thing that could be heard in the room, other than the party going on in the common room.

you feel a knot forming as draco hits a spot in you, making you whimper. "right.. there.. fuck!" you yell, as draco continues to hit the same spot.

"i'm gonna come," draco grunts, picking up the pace and biting his lip. "are you gonna come with me, love?"

"yes! yes! i'm gonna... fucking come!" you moan, your arms almost giving out as draco's thrusts become deeper and faster.

"come then, i wanna hear you scream my name," draco groans, slapping your ass lightly. "f-fuck! i'm-"

"draco!" you cry out in pleasure, as the knot in your stomach untangles in the most euphoric way. draco pulls out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash. you collapse on the bed, breathing heavily with sweat glistening on every inch of your body. you feel a dip in the bed beside you, and you hear draco panting.

"well," draco says, facing you. you turn your head to see him with a confident grin on his face. "unexpected, huh?"

"yeah whatever, shut up malfoy," you reply, now turning to lay on your back, but still looking at draco. "still don't like you."

"i think different," he teased, playing with strands of your hair. "i think you like me."

you scoff, "as if! i just needed some dick."

"okay y/n, whatever you say," he grinned, "but how about i take you out to hogsmeade, and lets see if you have a change in heart."

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cheolbooluvr · 3 years ago

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mint choco

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pairing: mingyu x fem!reader

genre: romance, some fluff(?), some angst, reader is a ~cool girl~ B) , tsundere!reader, soft boy!mingyu, ice cream, 2gyuniverse

word count: 4.9k

warnings: profanity (reader is a potty mouth), mentions of alcohol,

a/n: i'm gone for like 3 weeks and then post 2 fics within 24 hrs of each other oops. wrote this as part of the ficscafe dialogue prompt event! i ended up using so many prompts alkjadjslkl; but anyways, this one's for the bestie @gyukult : ] thank you to @minghaofilm and @hoshblr for beta reading <3 lava u both!! plz plz plz plz plz let me know what you thought, feedback is the only way i can get better as an author and know if my fics are okay :')

a/n pt 2: gyu's part is finally out! if you're curious abt what happens w cheol and mingyu's friend, check out strawberry cheesecake! enjoy <3

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prompts 1, 3, 11, 26, 40, 44, 47

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God, you hated him so much. You hated him more than Choi Seungcheol who was mostly to blame for the situation you were in now. If not for your lovestruck best friend, you wouldn’t be sitting here on a double date with him, his girlfriend, and this tall dumbass of a human, Mingyu.

You could remember that day very clearly, the day that set everything into motion.

“Choi Seungcheol, I swear to fucking—” You had burst through the ice cream shop doors to find your best friend standing blankly with a jar of maraschino cherries in his hand. Next to him, the cashier opened one eye to look at you, neon red juice dripping down her cheek. “Dear god, don’t tell me you popped the girl in the eye?”

He looked to her then back to you, not realizing what had just happened until you came in. “What? Wait. Shit. It’s not what it looks like—”

“What the hell?” Another voice entered the small shop, all eyes, including yours, turning to the ridiculously tall guy coming from the back room. He was wearing the same uniform as the girl, only instead of a red and white pinstripe dress, he was wearing a matching shirt and bright red pants. The stripes were already ugly as hell, and to make things worse, they had those god awful paper hats that looked straight out of a 50’s diner. But that was the vibe of the ice cream parlor, wasn’t it? “Is this guy bothering you?”

“What?” the girl asked, genuinely confused by the situation. When she realized her friend was getting defensive, she quickly shook her head. “No, he was just helping me.”

The tall boy looked at her briefly before attempting to shift his gaze to Seungcheol, though his eyes stopped at you instead.

“What?” you mouthed to him, jutting your chin out. You expected him to look away immediately—speaking from past experience, people tended to avoid looking at you. You couldn’t help it if your resting bitch face kept their eyes off you, but that’s exactly what you wanted. Yet, for some reason, his eyes lingered on you longer than they should have. And you hated every moment of it.

He returned his attention to his coworker who was now assuring the two guys that she was fine and it really wasn’t a big deal. You walked over to Seungcheol and punched his shoulder. Wrong move. Realizing that was the shoulder he just got a tattoo on, you look at him apologetically when he turns and glares at you, biting his lip to keep calm.

“Dude, let’s go.” This time, you hit his arm with the back of your hand. “I have shit to do today.”

Seungcheol raised his eyebrow at you with suspicion, but he didn’t argue. He slowly but surely turned around, the two of you leaving the ice cream parlor.

“The fuck was that about?” you asked him.

“Nothing,” he replied, but you knew him better than that. You and Seungcheol had known each other for lord knows how long. In another life, maybe you would have called him your best friend, but that’s not something you would say out loud while you were still breathing on this earth.

———

A few days later, you were riding around town with Seungcheol again when you found yourself outside a familiar building. The plaster was painted a yellow, once bright but now dull from years of harsh sunlight. The sign to the parlor was also chipping and run down, the letters of ‘A Scoop of Heaven’ fading to the point it was barely legible in the daylight.

You don’t say anything to him, but you have a guess that this might have something to do with the cashier from yesterday.

“Ice cream? Again?” you asked, the judgement in your voice far from subtle.

“Shut up,” he shot back.

“I’ll wait out here.” You leaned against your bike, pulling out your phone to keep you busy while your friend went inside.

Seungcheol approached the counter, clearly he was a man on a mission. “Where’s your friend?” he asked Mingyu.

“Where’s your friend?” he rebutted.

“Mine? Why are you asking about her? I’m just asking about yours because of her eye yesterday.”

“I don’t know. I just find her… intriguing.”

“You got some kind of horror kink, dude?”

“What? No. What the hell?”

“Look, buddy, if I were you, I’d save yourself the time and energy. She’s not worth it unless you like living in fear.”

“Oh, come on. She can’t be that bad.”

“She really is. Trust me.”

Mingyu shrugged. “What’s your name? I’ll let her know you stopped by.”

“Seungcheol,” he said, putting his hand out.

Mingyu grasped it firmly, shaking it as if they were businessmen closing a deal. “Mingyu. Nice to meet you. Are you gonna get some ice cream or are you just here for my friend?”

“Oh. Right. A strawberry cheesecake for me, and a mint chocolate for my friend. Single scoop each.”

So, you liked mint chocolate ice cream, huh? “Sounds good.” Mingyu pulled the metal scoop from small tub of water,

“Here,” Seungcheol said, shoving the cup of ice cream in front of you.

“Easy, buddy, this jacket is real leather,” you reminded him.

“A little ice cream isn’t going to hurt anyone.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raised your eyebrow at him. He looked back at you, confusion embedded in the wrinkles of his forehead, though soon they relaxed when he realized what you were doing. You started chasing him around the parking lot with your spoon, threatening to get it all over his jacket, something he definitely wouldn’t have appreciated.

Mingyu watched this go down from behind the counter, his eyes wandering every once in a while as he helped other customers. It was nice seeing you smile like that, though a part of him wished he could be the reason for it.

You could care less about anyone or anything else, but somehow, you were unsure of when these “group hangs” started happening. Maybe it was when Seungcheol started bringing his new girlfriend around that Mingyu started trailing along like a lost puppy. Regardless of the reason, you didn’t enjoy it one bit.

All of that bullshit led to you spending the day at the beach with these three. You didn’t mind Seungcheol’s girlfriend — she was your polar opposite. You wore denim and leather jackets, she wore flowy pants and sundresses. But maybe in another life, you two would have been friends. What you did mind, however, was the giant, bumbling idiot sitting next to you. It was still unclear how Seungcheol managed to rope you into these things, but one thing was for sure — you hated Mingyu. From the moment you met him, something about him just rubbed you the wrong way. Maybe it was how tall he was, or his caramel skin that you could just eat—

Shit.

“We’re gonna go on a walk,” Seungcheol announced to you and Mingyu. Shit, shit, shit. You watched your best friend take his girl’s hand as the two of them wandered off, acting like a cute couple. You were happy he was happy—again, not something you’d ever tell him, but damn it, they were gross. That left you with Mingyu…alone. Your worst nightmare come true.

“How’d you like the food?” Mingyu asked.

Ugh, small talk. Gross. “It was fine.” Well, actually, it was pretty delicious, but you? Showing any emotion other than indifference? Unheard of.

“Seungcheol told me you liked sandwiches, so I made them.”

“You made these?” There was a lot to unpack here: first, classic Seungcheol to make someone else do his dirty work. Second, Mingyu made those? For you?

“Yeah, took me a few hours.” The more he spoke, the more you wanted to punch him in those big biceps of his. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Mingyu was stupid and you hated him.

“Why would you do that?”

“What do you mean ‘why’?”

“What do you mean what do I mean ‘why’?”

“Because… I like you?”

Holy shit. There was no way this was happening right now. “Well, stop.”

“I can’t just stop.”

“Whatever you’re thinking in your tiny little brain of yours, stop it. There’s nothing going on here.”

“Nothing? At all?” You could tell by the way his voice quivered that he took offense to your denial, but what did you care?

“Not a single, damn thing.”

“Not after all of those double dates?” Despite you two hanging out with Seungcheol and his girlfriend a lot, you assumed that it was mutually understood that you were both the third and fourth wheels, not on some double date thing.

“In your dreams,” you scoffed. Silence fell upon you two, the crashing of the waves on the shore and screeching seagulls the only noise to fill the air. This whole situation felt like a set up, and if there was one thing you hated more than Mingyu, it was being pushed to do something you didn’t want to do.

That was the last time you saw him. Or heard from him, for that matter. You stopped going with Seungcheol to the parlor, he stopped coming along with his friend to the bar to visit you and Seungcheol. What was supposed to happen was that you would go along with your life exactly as planned, free of nuisances like Mingyu, and everything would be just fucking dandy.

But it wasn’t.

The days felt shorter, life became more dull, something in your life was missing. You hated not knowing what you were feeling, and the only way to settle this was to go on a ride, so you hopped on your motorcycle and hit the road, no destination in sight.

Riding around the city was supposed to be your release, but the adrenaline still wasn’t enough to clear your head of whatever was going on. You rode some more until finally you found yourself on a familiar path.

No, you shouldn’t go there, you couldn’t.

But it was like your bike had a mind of its own, slowing down right in front of the stupid ice cream parlor. You checked the gas meter only to find the needle teetering on the 'E'.

Great. Fucking great. Pulling out your phone to text Seungcheol, your eyes immediately fell upon the 1% at the top right corner of your screen. Of course. A heavy sigh left your lips, you looked towards the shop that was bustling with families and teenagers looking to have a sweet treat to counter the sweltering heat of the summer. You could go in there and hope that it was Seungcheol’s girlfriend and not Mingyu. Yeah. That could work, right? You’d ask her to text him and tell him what was up, and he’d be over in no time. Okay, you thought to yourself. Let’s just hope for the best. You adjusted your leather jacket (how you and Seungcheol always managed to wear one despite the temperature was a mystery to anyone and everyone), taking quick strides to enter the shop.

You had hoped for the best, but apparently you didn’t prepare for the worst. Mingyu was helping a customer when he heard the shop door bell ding.

“Hi, welcome to —”

You froze in the doorway, staring at him as customers reluctantly tried to maneuver around you.

How long had it been since you heard Mingyu say your name like that? No. Now was not the time. “Where’s your friend?”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“I need her to text Cheol for me.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why do you need her to text him?”

“Can you just leave me alone?”

“I’m trying to help you.”

“I never asked for your help.”

“Why do you always have to be like this?”

“What? It’s none of your business.”

Mingyu said your name with such desperation laced throughout his voice. It was exasperated, and honestly? You hated the way it sounded. “Just tell me what’s going on. Please.”

“Can you shut up? Everybody’s staring at us.” You had unintentionally stopped the flow of business when you got into this argument with the store’s only cashier. Seungcheol’s girlfriend had left just minutes before you arrived, and funnily enough, she was on the back of his motorbike. Frustration built within you, your muscles tensing at the unwanted attention. “Forget it.” You stormed out the door, but Mingyu came trailing behind you after apologizing to the customers about having to deal with this “emergency.”

“What do you need Seungcheol for? Just tell me, and I’ll help—” he stopped himself. “Just let me hear you out.”

“I don’t want to tell you shit.” Tears began to form at the corners of your eyes. What the hell? You rarely ever cried, so why was this happening now, in front of the last person you wanted to see? “I’m sick of you.”

Without looking back, you marched forward, your legs working to get you anywhere but here. The sun was beginning to set when you found yourself a couple blocks down at the bar you worked at. It was your day off, and your coworkers were surprised to see you (you weren't exactly the type to be there voluntarily), but they didn’t ask questions when you sat down and asked for a shot of Hennessy. The gold liquid burned your throat, a feeling preferential to your frustration of today’s events. What was Mingyu’s deal? Why was he always looking out for you when he clearly had other girls who liked him way more than you? And why did a part of you miss when he would follow you around like a lost puppy? As the night progressed, your demands for one shot after the other increased. Eventually, your manager had to come out to stop you, her eyes clearly concerned about your current state of being.

“Let me call you a cab,” she told you as she escorted you outside, her hands keeping you steady in your drunken state.

“It’s okay,” you replied, shaking her off. “I can walk. My friend...there...he works...and his friend…Cheol’s girlfriend...”

Mingyu was cleaning up shop, mopping when he heard the bell ding again. Strange, he thought. The OPEN sign was clearly off and any sensible person would read the store hours first.

“Sorry, we’re closed—”

“Shut up, stupid.” Your words were garbled, but intelligible.

“What are you doing here?”

“Where’s my bike?”

“It’s outside.”

“Bike...” You sauntered outside to the exact spot where you had left it earlier in the day. Mingyu watched on carefully until he realized you were trying to ride it, a brief moment of panic washing over him before he remembered that it didn’t have any more gas. After you had left, he inspected the motorcycle to // see what you might need help with, soon realizing that you had indeed run out of gas. From there, it didn’t take long for him to guess that your phone had run out of battery. It took all of his willpower to not run after you right then and there, but there were customers waiting for him, so he returned inside. He texted Seungcheol and his girlfriend to see if they had seen you, but they hadn’t. He grew anxious as the night went by, but he couldn’t just leave. He was determined to go find you after he closed up, little did he expect that you would come sauntering in yourself, piss drunk.

Currently, you were leaning over your bike, hugging it for dear life.

“Bikey,” you mumbled. “I miss you so much.”

Mingyu couldn’t help but laugh at this sight. For all he knew, you were cold, aloof, an I-don’t-give-a-shit-about-anyone-else kind of person, the kind of person other people were afraid of. Your heart was surrounded by four walls, barbed wire to keep anyone and everyone out. But in this moment, you were just like anyone else, soft and silly, upset at the fact that your motorcycle didn’t “Vroom vroom,” like you wanted it to.

“Hey, we should get you home,” Mingyu chided you gently. His arms wrapped around your shoulder, but you shook him off in protest.

“I don’t want to go home,” you pouted.

“Well, where do you want to go?”

“I want to stay here,” you stomped, like a small child throwing a tantrum. With you. The words came out so fast that Mingyu barely had time to process any of it. When he had registered what came out of your mouth, his jaw went slack.

“What did you just say?”

“I said,” you drawled. “I want to stay here.”

“With me?”

“I want ice cream.” Honestly, it was silly of him to think you would ever repeat yourself, even if you were drunk. But hey, it was worth a shot (no pun intended).

“I can get you ice cream.”

Your face lit up, just like a child’s would. “Really?”

“Really,” he replied, the softest smile forming on his face.

“I want mint choco,” you told him, attempting to stand up from your bike, though failing and stumbling to the ground. Luckily, Mingyu’s reflexes were fast enough to catch you from hitting the ground, your body in his arms. “Nice arms…”

“You like my arms?”

“I want mint choco.”

“Okay, let’s get you some mint choco.”

He lifted you up and brought you inside, sitting you down in a booth in case you tipped over. He had already cleaned the scoops, though he didn’t mind pulling out another one, even if it meant staying a little longer just to clean everything all over again. He opened the glass case, the cool air coming out at him all at once. Scooping one small heap of mint chocolate ice cream into a paper cup, he closed the case and returned to you, placing the ice cream in front of you.

You could barely grab the spoon, much less scoop some into your mouth, so Mingyu took it upon himself to feed you. He rested his head on one hand while the other held the spoon to your mouth.

“You know,” you told him, your words long and slurred. “I could get used to this.”

“What? Me feeding you?”

“Just… spending time with you.”

Mingyu was thankful you were drunk, otherwise you would have heard the booming of his heart as it palpitated from your words. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s nice.”

“You’re so much nicer when you’re drunk.”

“Hey,” you pouted, eyebrows furrowing in response.

“You’re cute when you’re angry. You know that?”

“I’m not cute.”

“I think you’re cute.”

“I think you’re cute...hic!” Oh, the hiccups. Whenever you got shy or embarrassed, you would start hiccupping. Fortunately, being in your drunken state, you could care less.

“Are you saying you like me?”

You nodded fervently.

“Like, like like me?”

Your head would have rolled off if you nodded any harder, your hair falling in front of your face. Mingyu looked at you tenderly, his hand tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Your eyes softened, contrary to the usual glare you would give him. Without thinking, you leaned in, your face quickly closing the gap between the two of you. “Are we about to kiss right now?”

Mingyu chuckled. “Alright, no more drinks, time to get you home.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

“Well, you have to.” Mingyu took your cup and spoon and threw it in the trash. He helped you up and the two of you got into his car. It took him a while to get your address out of you, eventually resorting to Seungcheol for a response. The drive home was quiet, both of you lost in your thoughts. It was hard to believe what you had said to him earlier. Did you really like him? Or were you just saying nonsense because you were drunk?

As nice as it was to hear these words from you, he would only take them at face value. If you meant anything you said, he’d want to hear it from you when you weren’t five shots of Hennessy and two beers in.

“We’re here,” he spoke softly. When you didn’t respond, he turned to find you asleep, your head resting on the window. He got out of the car and came around to your side, opening the door as slowly as possible so you wouldn’t come flying out. Your body flopped into his arms, and he rearranged himself so you were on his back.

Seungcheol came downstairs to open the door for you two and show Mingyu where you kept your spare key.

“Thanks, man,” Mingyu told him.

“No problem. Text me if you need anything.” Seungcheol waved him off, returning to his own apartment where his girlfriend was waiting for him.

“Shit,” Mingyu huffed. “Maybe I should have asked him to open the door first.”

“Stupid,” you mumbled, half-asleep, but still slightly conscious.

A small chuckle left Mingyu’s lips. There was that same feisty energy you always had.

Finally, he was able to unlock the door to your apartment, the interior a stark contrast to the rest of your aesthetic. It was full of earthy tones, from the beige walls, to your tan comforter and matching pillows, it was very warm compared to your usual persona you showed the rest of the world. Mingyu set you down gently on your bed, a groan coming from the depths of your chest as you shoved your face into the pillow. Mingyu searched your apartment for a towel to wipe down your face with — it was the least he could do without overstepping his boundaries, you would just have to deal with waking up in a rough state in the morning.

Sunlight trickled through your blinds, hitting your eyes just perfectly (as in, it was blinding the shit out of you) when you woke up. Last night had been a bit of a blur, though you tried to put together bits and pieces. On your bedside table, your phone was plugged in and at 100% battery. You pulled the charger out to check your messages, just one from Seungcheol asking how you were.

Not one to enjoy texting, you called him.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” his hoarse voice teased from the other end. He had probably just woken up, too, judging by the raspiness in his voice.

“Shut up,” you told him.

“How’s the hangover?”

“I feel like shit, but it’s not the worst hangover I’ve ever had.”

“Drink some water,” he nagged. He was a couple years older than you which meant he felt the need to act like an older brother sometimes, and you couldn’t say you appreciated it much.

“Okay, mom. Thanks for taking care of me last night.”

“What?”

“What? Didn’t you bring me back last night?”

Seungcheol’s laughter was bad news. You could only imagine what was to come out of his mouth next. “All I did was let Mingyu into the building and show him where your key was.”

“You did what?”

“Why do you sound so surprised? Aren’t you two dating or is that just a fuck ton of repressed sexual tension?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

If you had the energy to storm up to his apartment, you absolutely would have, and you would have ended him right then and there.

“Look,” he continued. “All I’m saying is that y’all got something going on.”

“That’s none of your business.” You weren’t sure if you were angry, annoyed, or embarrassed because maybe, just maybe, he was right. Pulling the phone away from your ear, you hung up on your friend. “I hate him.”

You sat up in your bed, hunched over from the slight stomach ache and soreness in your muscles. Blurred memories of the previous started flooding back, including the ones of your confession to him, though you couldn’t quite make out what exactly was said or what the response was. On your bedside table, where your phone had previously been, was a cup of water and a small note.

Make sure you drink the whole glass and take some painkillers for the headache.

There was no name at the bottom, but you knew Mingyu had written it based off of Seungcheol’s words. You pulled yourself out of bed to take a cold shower. The goal was to clear your mind of Mingyu, but as the droplets of water hit your face, he was the only thing you could think about. For so long, you had denied any and all feelings for him because you were afraid. Afraid of letting your walls down, afraid of being vulnerable with someone and afraid of having your world completely shattered just as it had been in your last relationship.

But there was something comforting about Mingyu, something that made you feel safe while also courageous to let your guard down again for the first time in a long time. You stepped out of the shower with a new resolve, ready to love face him and your feelings.

Your hands shook as you put on a fresh band t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. You couldn’t be bothered to put on your usual white t-shirt, dark denim jeans, and leather jacket, not in this near 100 degree weather. Your bike was nowhere to be seen, which meant it was still at the shop. Great. Well, it didn’t matter because you were headed there anyway. The only option you had was to take the bus which you absolutely hated, because, well, you hated people. But between that and walking, it was your best choice.

As you neared the ice cream parlor, your breath grew shorter, the palpitations in your chest growing at an increasing speed. You paused, staring at your bike out in front, exactly where you had left it yesterday. Maybe you shouldn’t do this. Maybe this was a bad idea. Besides, you couldn’t exactly remember what you had said to Mingyu last night, nor what his response was. What if you confessed everything and he rejected you? But why would he take you home? He wasn’t an asshole though, you told yourself, so even if he did reject you, maybe he only took care of you out of pity.

“You know what? I’ll just grab my bike and walk it to the nearest gas station and leave,” you whispered under your breath. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Just go grab it real quick. He’s probably busy, so he’ll never see me.”

You took big strides to the motorcycle, being careful not to look inside the shop, though your curiosity nearly got the best of you.

Inside, Mingyu was talking to his friend/Seungcheol’s girlfriend when you entered his line of sight. He watched you curiously, your steps hurried and frantic, his face lighting up since he knew you would show up at some point.

“Did you text her?” his friend asked.

“No, but I figured she’d have to come get her motorcycle at some point,” he replied. She nodded, knowing full well how much you and her boyfriend depended on getting around the city on your beloved bikes.

“Where is she going?”

Mingyu looked out the window again, having been briefly distracted by an error on the cash register. “I… don’t know.”

“You should go check—” she told him, but he was already out the door, calling out your name.

You froze, chills running down your spine. Shit. Nothing ever went as planned whenever it had anything to do with Mingyu, though secretly, maybe that’s exactly what you wanted.

“How are you feeling?” he asked you.

“Um, fine,” you replied sheepishly.

He wasn’t sure what to say or what to do, so he stood there, the two of you basking in a familiar, yet still uncomfortable, silence.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “So, do you have anything to say to me?”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

“No?”

He raised his eyebrow in curiosity. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

“No.” Yes. Kind of.

“Interesting.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said, a smug grin forming on his face. God, he was so hot, but so annoying.

You absolutely despised how he could make your blood boil yet also make your heart beat faster than you’ve ever experienced. Time slowed as the two of you stood there awkwardly, just staring at each other like cowboys in a bad Hollywood Western showdown.

“What do you want from me?”

“Nothing.” Why wouldn’t he just answer you? You didn’t come here to play games. In fact, it took a lot of courage to even come here in the first place, and you weren’t exactly sure what it was, but something inside you snapped.

“You know what, Mingyu? I’m so tired of you. I'm so tired of walking around on eggshells with you that I finally found the courage to come here and tell you how I feel. But then you decide it’s funny to mess with me? Haven’t you had enough?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that I came here because I like you, Mingyu,” you blurted. You were huffing and puffing when the realization that you just confessed your feelings to him washed over you. Mingyu did nothing but smile, his body coming closer with every step he took.

“You said it, not me,” he said.

“Stop right there.”

“So, you’ll go out with me, right? Officially?”

“I’ll go on....dates,” you said, suddenly shy. “With you.”

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing this whole time?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Just,” you sighed. “Kiss me, you idiot.”

You didn’t have to say it twice because Mingyu was already grabbing you by the waist, pulling you in until your noses were smushed together.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered to you.

Just this once, you were willing to say it out loud. “I have, too.”

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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i’m sorry but i luv your writing/thot process so i have to share this: imagine superstar trainer kiri marrying ur mom. he’s only a few years older (and you had a crush on him first) so you avoid him bc you’re shy/uncomfortable with it. your plans are foiled when mom’s away and y’all are stuck at home during a snow storm, power out, no heat/gas, and no matter how many layers u use nothing beats body heat. kiri is so sweet and just wants to get close and keep you warm/see whats under ur sweats

I’m literally melting rn

Like imagine Kiri shuffling closer to you on the couch, scooting underneath the blankets you have piled around your body.

He keeps getting closer and closer and closer until he’s pressed up against you, and he feels like a heater, warm and cozy and comfortable. You don’t mind burrowing down into his side a bit, only blushing a little when the big man chuckles at your behavior.

There’s a movie playing on the TV, but you’re kind of sleepy, and your stepdad feels so sturdy and safe against your side, and you’re finally warming to a comfortable temperature, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

When you wake up, you’re laying down on a solid surface, heat wrapped around your body and trapped beneath the blankets. The surface rumbles and shifts, and only then do you realize that Kirishima must have moved you.

The room is dark, TV off, lights out. The wind is still howling and moaning outside like a mourner at a grave, beating against the windows and crying to the sky.

Lifting your head means you get a view of Kiri’s face, of his handsome, relaxed self as he gazes down at you, a pleased, soft smile on his features.

You go to apologize for falling asleep on him and for inconveniencing him, but Kirishima doesn’t let you. “It’s warmer this way, plus, I like holding something while I sleep.”

He has his arms wrapped around you, thick biceps pressing heavy against your shoulders, keeping you flush to his muscular chest. You blush a little at the position, shifting your legs and trying not to do anything weird.

But in moving your legs around, you find yourself straddling his thigh, the stocky limb flexing underneath your weight, Kirishima twitching.

“Sorry-” You blush again, intending on moving, but your stepdad drops a hand to your hip, steadying you.

“No, don’t apologize, I get it.” He winks at you, before jiggling his thigh a bit, settling you down further onto it. “I remember doing stuff like this back in high school, I know it feels good.”

A long moment of silence stretched between you two as you processed his words, feeling increasingly awkward.

“Um, okay...” Was all you could come up with.

Kirishima laughed a bit. “You’ve never cuddled with anyone before? It’s nice, isn’t it? ‘Specially with the heat out like this. Power went out while you were sleeping.”

You felt a little silly now, ducking your head and dropping your gaze. That would explain why the lights were off. You had just assumed the movie had finished playing and your stepdad had turned it off, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Temp’s gonna drop fast, we’re probably going to have to use good ‘ole body heat while we sleep. You wanna move to the bed? Or just sleep here?”

A shrug, and Kirishima smiled. “Okie-doke, bed it is. Thank goodness, my back would kill me if I tried to sleep on the couch. Gettin’ old s’no fun.”

The man sat up, and you quickly disentangled yourself from him, ignoring the way his thigh rubbed in between your legs as he moved about. As soon as you felt the chill of the room, you shivered, clacking your teeth together and snatching the blanket tight around yourself.

“Oh, that’s so cold, fuck.”

“Hey, watch your language-” Kirishima chided, rising to his feet as he gathered the rest of the blankets up into his arms. “No potty mouths in this house, yeah? Keep it clean.”

He’d been married to your mom for almost a year now, and Kirishima had easily fallen into the “father figure” role, despite the fact that it wasn’t necessarily needed.

But you indulged him by laughing at his corny dad jokes, complimenting the various meats he grilled for meals, keeping your judgements about his questionable fashion choices to yourself instead of blurting them out to his face.

Kirishima led the way to the master bedroom, the room he shared with your mom, stating that the bed was bigger, it’d be more comfortable. Did you really expect him to fit into your bed?

He was a big man, strong and solid. He was able to throw you over one shoulder, your mom over the other, and run around the house whooping while the two of you laughed and pounded on his back.

“Alright-” Kirishima tossed his armful of blankets onto the bed he shared with your mom, immediately fluffing them up and pulling at the edges until he was satisfied.

The man pulled back the edge, holding it ups as he turned to you. “Head on inside!”

It was cold at first, the sheets and blankets chilly. You snuggled up to Kirishima as soon as the big man laid down, making him laugh a bit as your teeth chattered together.

“S-sorry it’s just so-so c-cold.” You explained.

“Your nose is all red, you look so cute.” His smile is warm, his hands even warmer as they begin to rub up and down your sides.

You don’t know how to respond, let yourself relax into the comforting touch, his fingertips dancing over your sweater.

“So.....” Kiri starts “You’ve never had a boyfriend then? You got so quiet when I asked if you’ve cuddled with someone before.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and you shook your head. “No, I have. I broke up with him a little bit before you and mom started dating.”

The redhead’s quiet for a moment, then tucks his chin over your head, drawing you closer into his chest. “I’m sorry. Relationships can be hard, I know.”

“It was for the best, I think.” You continue, letting your stepdad rub your back as you talked. “We just didn’t really jive well together I guess. Wish we’d figured that out sooner though.”

The man pressed against you is so sturdy, solid and radiating heat like a furnace. It’s easy to relax in his easy-going presence.

“Well, if you ever miss cuddling, don’t hesitate to come find me, yeah? It’s one of my favorites.”

Kirishima was a touchy man, and it was obvious that his love language was touch, so it made sense. He always had his thick arms wrapped around your mom, was holding her hand, holding yours, placing kisses on your cheeks, kissing your mom every chance he got.

Sometimes he asked you to brush out his hair for him, when you weren’t busy or anything. He’d relax into jelly as you ran the hairbrush through his red locks, contented little sighs falling from his lips.

“Okay, I’ll do that.” You chuckle, thinking to yourself how the world had a funny sense of humor.

Truthfully, when you’d first been introduced to the man your mom had recently started dating, you’d developed a hopeless crush. He was attractive, kind, funny; if your mom wasn't dating him, you would’ve asked for his number.

A small part of you was irritated that the man was young enough for you to date him, your mother unbothered by the sugar stereotype she’d developed.

But ah well, what’s done is done.

“You know, I didn’t know what I'd be like having a daughter.” Kirishima soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “You’re almost more like.... I dunno, a friend? If that makes sense. I feel like we’re buddies.”

“Yeah, I feel like that too.” You confess, breathing into his neck, able to smell the cologne he uses, something heady and strong and manly.

A comfortable silence settles around you both, nothing but soft breaths and Kirishima’s warm hands rubbing gently over your body, against your sides, up and down your back, massaging your shoulders.

They traveled too close to your tummy, and you choked out a laugh, flinching away from Kirishima.

“Don’t, ‘m ticklish.” Came your breathless, giggly warning.

“Yeah? Yeah?” The redhead grinned, a glint in his eye, barely noticeable before he pounced, rolling over until you were smothered beneath his hefty weight, unable to move.

Horrible, terrible fingers descended, dug into your ribs and you shrieked, wide smile breaking across your features as your stepdad tickled you.

This is what happiness was made of.

Warm and fuzzy, the smell of rain, the sound of it pattering against the roof. Strong arms around you, a laugh on your lips.

Kirishima’s thigh slipped in between yours, pressed upwards, and you choked on a breath, hands immediately clutching at the man’s biceps.

“You’re so sensitive, it’s so cute.”

No time to say his name, ask any questions. He was situating you on your side, legs tangled with his, a big, beefy thigh still flush against your clothed sex.

“Mm, you ever do this with your boyfriend?” The redhead was moving, hands gripping your waist now, dragging you along his thigh, and you kept bumping up against his chest, his toned stomach.

“Yes-yeah.” Was your breathless reply, head whirling, eyes wide. This isn’t really what you were expecting, not from your stepdad.

But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

That’s why you weren’t screaming your head off, recoiling in disgust, scrambling for the phone to call your mom, the police.

No, you were still, pliant against Kirishima as he moved your body, his lazy red eyes fixed on your face. “Hm? Feels nice, doesn’t it? You like it?”

A shaky nod is all you can muster, feeling yourself beginning to drip against your stepdad’s thigh, slick all over your folds, the skin tingling, making your hips jump as your clit pulsed at the stimulation.

God, it felt good.

“You make me so happy, y’know? Such a pretty, smart girl.” He praised, and now you could feel it - feel the cock filling out against your tummy, hot and wet, leaking.

“I really hit the jackpot. A beautiful wife, a gorgeous daughter... I love you so, so much.” Kirishima was breathing heavier, his fingers digging into your hipbones as he dragged you back and forth against him. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Just wanna take care of you, yeah? Make you cum lots, whatever you want.”

Almost feverish now, his hips twitching forward, pushing against your tummy again and again, rubbing his cock against your soft flesh, groaning in your ear, breath stuttering-

And then a long moan, a burst of warmth soaking through your pajama shirt, right where the tip of Kiri’s cock rested.

“Oh shit-” He gasped, sucking in air, muscles flexing as he drew back his legs, hands shakily pushing you onto your back.

“That - Jesus, you really got me goin’.” Kiri panted, beginning to kiss at your neck, one of his hands diving into your pajama pants, straight down to strum over your clit.

Already keyed up from the dry humping, veins pumping with excitement, arousal, the thrill of being touched and fondled by your-your stepdad.

A finger teased at your hole, then inched inside, and you bucked your hips, crying out a bit.

“Hey, hey-” He was still a little breathless, a little lightheaded from his orgasm, but the man was determined.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. I’m always gonna take care of my girl.”

#kirishima #dark kirishima #tw.dark content #kirishima x reader #kiri #kirishima imagine #bnha kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #eijirou

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obeymematches · 4 years ago

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Hi! How about obey me boys + undateables(you can do just the main boys if that is too much) reacting to their 2-5 year daughters felling down from bed and crying while they were sleeping and mg is also not around

Thank u!! 😍😘😊

okay!! thank you for sending in a request <3

i'm a little confused though; who is sleeping, the kid or the dads..? have a feeling it's the kid but-

also i'm only doing the main boys because i'm a lil busy today <3 but if yall want me to i can add the rest later i had fun writing this kfkhg

((the she/her pronouns in this refer to the kid as requested))

Lucifer:

Ok great start in his case who was asleep doesn't even matter.

His dad instincts never sleep; you bet the kid isn't going to get injured by falling if he is close by. Slightly overprotective ngl but we are talking about very young kiddo here so

Catches the kid with style - a hand behind her back, little one wouldn't notice anything of it.

Picks her up in his arms to calm her down and get a little bit of extra loving.

Starts rocking her a little so maybe she can fall back asleep quickly. He's got this don't worry about them while you're away!

"It is okay [Kid's Name], I'm here. Do you want to go back to sleep? Let me get Bubbles for you."

Bubbles is the teddy

Mammon:

He might have fallen asleep with his kid sleeping on his chest oop-

Listen he was tired but also he really wants to spend time with her!!

Unfortunately his dad reflexes aren't as good as the elders', but Mammon still manages to get the kid before she hit her head.

Yes she be hanging by her leg but that doesn't matter in the end right

Gently pulls her back up and puts her back on the bed, this time besides him.

Gotcha princess. Ya were lucky I woke up, ya know that?

He has no intentions of falling back asleep but he isn't quite awake yet either.

Leviathan:

He, too, thought it would be fine to slip into a quick nap while baby is asleep. He did the quick daily bonuses in his game already and he felt just a bit too tired to get into a raid rn, you know

Wakes up to the thump of his daughter hitting the floor, so by the time she starts crying he is already awake.

Nononono- how could I let this happen- It's okay, it's okay, let me see-

So relieved when he doesn't notice any harm on the baby. Both of them got very scared over nothing. In the future he makes sure to get coffee any time you are away from home

Satan:

He is somewhere between being awake and asleep when he notices his kid slipping from bed

A book falls from his lap as he bolts to the other side of the bed to catch her

Manages to stop her the very last second, but he did it.

Don't scare me like that, [Kid's Name]. If you want another bedtime story just say so next time, ok?

Tickles her a little before he sets her down for another story. Yes the book that fell of before was a kid's book. That one story is the favorite of the kid and he has to read it every time. Often several times in a row. No wonder he gets a bit sleepy, he knows it word by word now.

Asmodeus:

He wasn't asleep but he wasn't quite paying attention, as he was busy leaving you voice mails about what happened during the day since you were gone

Very detailed stories about what the kid ate, when, how great potty training is going, etc. No she didn't wake up to his voice.

He almost drops his phone when he hears her crying-

Oh mY loRD [Kids' name], what happened?? Are you okay?? Show me where it hurts-

Gets so scared he calls you up immediately to get home and never leave him alone again. He can't do this after all, it was going so well but look at them now

Beelzebub:

He went on a quick trip to the kitchen when he hears crying. Must rush back, dropping everything.

Doesn't think anything serious happened but crying is still scary, you know

Blames himself so hard when he thinks about how easy this could have been avoided.

Shhhh beautiful, it's okay, it's okay- let's get a band-aid, come on.

Picks her up in his arms and doesn't put her down until you get home. That is the only way she can be now if you aren't around-

Rocks her gently so she falls asleep, but this time in a safe place

Yes he put a band-aid on her little forehead just in case. Placebo is great with kids this age

Belphegor:

If anyone, then he was sure fast asleep when the accident happened. He wakes up to his kid's loud cries, immediately making him turn into his demon form. Nobody messes with his kiddo-

Stares at his kid and around the room, not really understanding what is going on as he sees nobody else here-

Calms down so much when he realizes she just fell off the bed. Turns back into his human form instantly.

Come here baby, it's fine. Let me kiss it better. Better, right?

Oh so gently puts her back to bed after the forehead kiss, this time making sure he is between her and the edge of the bed. Can't believe he got so scared over nothing.

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blackhakumen · 3 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #859: Meeting the WarioWare Gang (SSBU X WarioWare)

4:23 p.m. at WarioWare Inc.....

Ashley: (Fixes Up Lucas' Bow Tie) How are you feeling, Lucas?

Lucas: Nervous.....Shaky.... Maybe even a little terrified.....(Turns to Wario) I-Is there a word for all of this?

Wario: (Shrugs) I don't know. Fidgeted?

Lucas: Yeah. That's the one. Fidgeted. I am feeling definitely fidgeted right now.....(Turns to Ashley) Hey, how do I look by the way?

Ashley: (Smiles Softly) You look very handsome today. You really didn't have to wear the bow tie though.

Wario: Yeah. We're only having a picnic at the park.

Lucas: ('Sigh') I know. But Big Sis Ann insisted that I need to look my best for the occasion. This.... isn't too much, is it?

Ashley: It isn't. (Gently Grab Both of Lucas' Hands) And you have nothing to worry about here, Lucas. Everything is going to be just fine.

Wario: Ashley's right, squirt. I known these people for as long as I can remember. They're the most annoying and gullible- (Gets Startled Once He Notice Ashley's Dark Glare Is Pointing Directly at Him) I-I mean, they're the nicest people I know! A-And you don't need to worry about making a bad impression on them or anything. Just stay calm, be yourself, and everything will go good from there.

Ashley: (Genuinely Surprised) Wow, Wario. That's.... actually good advice.

Lucas: Yeah. (Smiles a Little) Thanks, Wario.

Wario: Eh. (Wave his Hand While Rolling his Eyes) It's whatever. I only did it to stop you from being a wuss. (Starts Picking his Nose)

Lucas: (Gets A Bit Grossed Out By Wario)

Ashley: (Gives Wario a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Stop picking your nose, Wario.

Wario: I do whatever I please. (Starts Wiping his Hand on the Side of his Pants)

Ashley: ('Ugh') (Starts Rolling her Eyes) Horridness aside, you think you're ready to do this, Lucas?

Lucas: (Sighs While Nodding) As I'll ever be. (Turns Towards the Office Door)......Y-You don't mind if I count to three before going in, do you?

Ashley: (Giggles Softly) Not at all, Lucas.

Lucas: Thanks! (Takes a Deep Breath) Okay. One......Two....T-

Wario: (Walk Past Lucas to Open the Door) One, two, three. We're going in. (Shoves Lucas Inside the Office) Move it already.

Lucas: Okay! Okay!

Wario: Wahahahaha!- (Gets Stomped on the Toe By Ashley Before Wincing in Pain) YEOOUUCH!!! (Starts Hopping on One Toe) You.... little....yauughh!

Lucas' eyes begins in widened in genuine surprise at the sight of everyone present in the office. Each of which are as colorful, energetic, and lively as Ashley described them to be.

Lucas: Are they really the employees of this company?

Wario: Yep. Each and everyone of them.

Ashley: Pretty lively, aren't they?

Lucas: Yeah..... They're so cool.....

Wario: (Already Getting Impatient) Hurry up and say something already!

Lucas: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality) R-Right!....U-Um!

Everyone in the office came into a complete halt at what they were respectively doing while turning their heads at the timid boy with a bowtie.

Lucas: I...u-um...(Smiles Nervously While Waving Hello to the Employees) H-Hi. I'm not sure if Ashley and Wario told you about me beforehand, but....my name is-

Everyone: LUCAS!!~

Without any hesitation, the employees excitedly rushes over to Lucas and pulls into a group hug/gathering.

Ashley: (Sighs While Having a Deadpinned Look on her Face) So much for toning the excitement.....

Wario: Yep.

Mona: (Giggles Awkwardly While Making her Way to the Duo Along with Penny) Sorry about that, guys.... They've been excited to see Lucas since we first heard about him.

Penny: (Smiles Sheepishly While Watching the Scene Play Out) It's kind of changeling for most of us to maintain our excitement for this long, ya know?

Ashley: It's fine. (Starts Smiling a Little at the Crowd) I'm glad they're taking a liking to him at least.

Mona: Us too.

5-Volt: (Makes her Way to the Trio While Holding a Megaphone in her Hands) Do you mind covering your ears for a second, dears? I got this covered. (Clears Her Throat Before Screaming her Heart Out on the Megaphone) QUIIIIIIEEEETTTTT!!!!!

Everyone stopped what they were doing and have their attention directly towards 5-Volt while letting Lucas go.

5-Volt: ('Sigh') Look, I'm happy to see our guest here as much as you guys are right now, but could you please start settling yourselves down before you give this poor boy a panic attack?

Everyone: Yes, ma'am......Sorry, Lucas.....

5-Volt: (Gives Lucas a Hand With a Soft Smile on her Face) We're sorry about all of that, sweetheart. Are you okay?

Lucas: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly While Getting Back up on his Face) I'm okay, ma'am. A-And there's really no need apologize for all of that. You all just took me by surprise is all.

5-Volt: Well, as long as you're okay, allow me to properly introduce myself: My name is Mrs. 5-Volt.

Mona: (Smiles Brightly at Lucas) And I'm Mona!

Penny: (Happily Salutes to Lucas) Penny Crygor, at your service! Ashley here told us quite a lot about you as of late~

Ashley: (Eyes Widened While Blushing)

Lucas: She has?

Mona: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm~ She told us about how much of a sweetheart you are, how much she admires you since day one....

Penny: Ooh! She even told us she has dreams of marrying you som-

Ashley: (Already Flustered in Bright Red) OKAY! How about we introduce everyone else in this room, yeah? (Gives Mona and Penny a Dark Glare) Before my patience starts to dwindle....

Mona: (Shivers in Fear by the Glare Before Giggling Awkwardly) Y-Yeah....That uh....seems to be a good idea right now, right Penny?

Penny: Yep! L-Let's Introduce everyone! (Turns to Lucas with a Bright Smile) Lucas, we want you to meet our whole gang!~ Jimmy T!

Jimmy T: Yo.

Penny: Young Cricket and Master Mantis!

Young Cricket: (Bows Towards Lucas in a Polite and Martial Arts Like Fashion Along with his Master) Please to meet you.

Penny: 9 and 18-Volt!

9-Volt: Hiya!

18-Volt: How's it going, little dude?

Penny: Dribble and Spitz!

Dribble: 'Sup, kiddo!

Spitz: Nice meet ya on this fine day, squirt!

Penny: Kat & Ana!

Kat/Ana: Kon'nichiwa!~

Penny: Our alien friend, Orbulon!

Orbulon: Greetings, young, timid youngling.

Penny: A little girl from Luxeville name Lulu!

Lulu: I'm the hero of my hometown!~

Penny: My grandpa, Dr. Crygor and his assistants, Mike and Doris 1!

Dr. Crygor: It is such a pleasure to finally meet Ashley's future hus- (Gets Startled Once He Noticed Ashley's Dark Glare) I-I-I MEAN boyfriend! Yes.... That's what I meant to say.

Mike: Greetings, Ashley's Boyfriend.

Doris 1: Hello.

Penny: And this is our new addition to the team: Pyoro!

Pyoro: (Happily Squeaks at Lucas)

Lucas: Aww~ Hi, little guy. (Pulls Out his Hand) Nice to meet- (Suddenly Felt Pyoro's Tongue Touching the Palm of his Hand For a Few Seconds Before Putting Back in his Mouth) You.....

Pyoro: (Claps his Arms Happily)

Penny: He can shoot his long tongue to any direction he wants! Neat, huh?

Lucas: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly) Yeah. He...kind of reminds me of Yoshi in a way.

9-Volt: Hey Lucas! (,Shows Lucas a Tiny Yellow Figure Standing on the Palm of his Hands) I want you to meet my pet: Fronk!

Lucas: Oh uh. Hello, Fronk. (Pulls Out Finger as a Friendly Gesture) It's nice to meet you.

Fronk: (Uses Both of his Hands to Hold Lucas' Finger While Shaking Him Up in Down in the Mid Air Must to His Surprise) The pleasure is all mine, Master Lucas. (Finally Lowers Lucas Down) And I must say, that bowtie of yours looks magnificent on you.

Lucas: T-Thanks, Mr. Fronk....You look great too. (Turns to 9-Volt While Whispering to Him) How is he THIS strong?

9-Volt: (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of Head Back and Forth) I.... might've modified him to have superhuman strength.

Lucas: Woah......B-But anyways, it's really nice to finally meet you all today. My name is Lucas a-and after today......(Closes his Eyes and Shout) I-I HOPE CAN WE BE THE BESTEST OF FRIENDS!

Everyone: (Cheers in Rejoice) YEAH!!!

Ashley: (Sighs While Smiling Sheepishly at Lucas) My darling Lucas~

????: Awwwwwww~

Ashley quickly comes back to reality as her eyes begins to widened before turning around to see Mona and Penny smirking at Her In a teasing fashion.

Mona: Staring at him with that lovey-dovey eyes of yours already?~

Penny: Hmmmmmmmmm?~

Ashley: (Groans in Annoyance While Walking Away) Let's just get this picnic over with.....

An Hour and a Half Later at the Diamond City's Picnic.........

Lucas: Wait. So..... You're telling me that Wario set an entire stadium contest, mistakenly stole a portable potty, and almost cheated all of you out of your money....just to order pizza?

Penny: Yeah.....It was pretty chaotic in those a two and a half days. But at least we had good time regardless. Even after Wario tried to steal our share of the deal afterwards.

Wario: Hey! In my defense, that Gold Challenge was all my idea from the very beginning.

Mona: Yeah, but we still helped.

Everyone (Except For Lucas and Ashley) Yeah!

Lucas: I...gotta agree with them, Wario. That was a pretty jerkish move on your part.

Wario: (Crosses his While Looking Away in Annoyance) Ehh Whatever! I can always scam you losers anytime I want....

5-Volt: (Place her Hand on Wario's Shoulder While Giving him the Dark Glare Herself) What was that?

Wario: (Gets Startled) AHH! N-N-Nothing!! W-Wario didn't say anything! I swear!

5-Volt: (Sighs While Calming Herself Down) I sure hope not....

Everyone: (Giggles Softly at Wario's Dispense)

Lucas: If you don't mind me asking, when was the first all of you have met each other?

Mona: On the day we first started working with Wario. It was supposed to be one time thing, but.....oddly enough, the more we started working on the company together, the more we got more closer to one another than we ever thought we would.

Ashley: (Nodded in Agreement) It's true. While Red and I met them shortly after, our entire relationship with one another has gotten more close overtime. In fact.....(Starts Smiling Softly) Besides the Smash Family, everyone here is.... practically like a family to me. Even if they do get on my nerves sometimes.

Penny: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Oh, Ashleyyyy~ (Pulls Ashley into a Loving Hug) Thank you!~

Everyone (except for Wario and Lucas) begins to join in on the group hug. Showing Ashley how much she means to each and everyone to them as well.

Ashley: ('Sigh') Thank you so much, everyone.....Now, get off.

Everyone: (Chuckles Lightly as They Pull Away From their Group Hug)

Lucas: (Chuckles Lightly) Even as co-workers, you guys managed to form a close bond with one another. You really are amazing.

9-Volt: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks, man. Ooh! Speaking of which, what's your family like back home? You know, besides the one back in the Smash World.

Wario: (Starts Choking Up on his Food a Little)

Ashley: (Eyes Widened in Horror) Oh no.....

Lucas: Oh. Well, umm....Back at my universe, I have a dad, grandfather, a really great dog named Boney, and a mom and twin brother......(Slowly Starts Frowning Sadly) Or.....at....least I used to have mother and brother.....

9-Volt: Wait. (Starts Frowning a Little in Worry) "Used to"?

Mona: (Frowns as Well) What do mean, Lucas?

Lucas: Well.....um....My mother and brother uh.... They're......gone.

Everyone: ('Gasps')

Penny: (Almost Speechless) G-Gone?

Lucas: Yeah...W-Well, I mean.... They weren't.... "gone" per say. They were....killed if anything.....

Everyone: ('GASPS')

5-Volt: (Covered her Mouth in Anguish) Oh my god.....

18-Volt: H-How!? What happened!?

Everyone: (Starts Rambling On About What is Happening Right Now)

Ashley: Everyone!

Everyone: (Stops at What They Were Doing and Turns to Ashley)

Ashley: ('Sigh') Look, I know all of you have questions in all of this, but... could you please not overwhelm Lucas here? He's been through a lot....

Lucas: (Gives Ashley a Sad Yet Reassuring Smile) It's okay, Ashley. I don't mind telling them what happened.

Ashley: Are you sure you wanna go through with this?

Mona: Yeah. You don't have to force yourself to tell us.

Lucas: (Simply Nodded) I'm sure. It's....not gonna be easy to tell, but... I'll do my best to stay strong throughout it all. (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking Again) Okay. So....it all started back in Tazmily Village, my hometown, it was morning time and.....

Regardless of how challenging it was in a few areas, Lucas continues to tell everyone almost everything that happened to him in the past. About Porky, the night that took his mother's live away, the disappearance of his twin brother and the sacrifice he took for Lucas in the later half of his tragedy adventure. As he told them each details, it wasn't long before tears begins to fall down on everyone's faces. Even Ashley started to shed a tear or two as she held Lucas' hand throughout the whole process. The explanation itself only lasted around fifteen minutes as Lucas mentally sighs in relief for lasting this long without breaking himself down.

Lucas: ......And that just about sums up everything that happened. It was.....a rough time for me back then. Losing love ones, getting out of a near death experience....It was a miracle dad and I managed to pull through till the very end without losing our minds. But....on the bright side....(Starts Smiling a Little) It....did taught me to be more brave and mindful over the years. And in a way, I'm kind of thankful for that, cause.... I don't think I would've become the person I am right now it weren't for that and all of the new friends and family I've made along the way. Kuma, Duster, Ness, Red, the Smash Family....(Smiles Down at Ashley) Even you, Ashley. I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me.

Ashley: (Smiles Softly at her Boyfriend) It's really no problem at all, Lucas. If anything, I should be thanking you for being my friend to begin with....(Starts Blushing Again) A-And for being my boyfriend afterwards~ I love you for that....

Lucas: (Smiles Brightly) I love you too, Ash-

Before Lucas could finish saying his girlfriend's name, him and Ashley suddenly gets pulled into a hug by Penny, while she's still in tears.

Lucas: P-Penny!?

Ashley: (Glares at the Gender Girl) What has gotten into you!?

Penny: Sorry! ('Sniff') Didn't mean to ruin the moment. ('Sniff') My emotions are already running all over the place. So....('Sniff') I thought maybe hugging it out....('Sniff') Would help it go down a little, you know? ('Sniff')

Ashley: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Whatever helps you feel better, Penny....

Penny: Thank you! ('Sniff') And Lucas?

Lucas: Y-Yeah?

Penny: ('Sniff') I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that in past and I'm so happy you're doing a lot better now. ('Sniff') And I know what it feels like to lose someone who's close to you, so....('Sniff') If you ever need someone to talk you, I'll always be there to listen and help, okay?

Dr. Crygor: (Joins in on the Group Hug) That goes for me as well, young man.

Mike: And me.

Doris 1: And for I as well.

Young Cricket: We would be honored to help you anyway we can as well.

9/18-Volt: Don't forget about us!

Kat/Ana: And us!

Lulu: And me!!

Mona: And me as well. We'll always be there for whenever you need us, Lucas. Promise.

Ashley: You guys are too helpful....Can you believe them, Lucas?.....Lucas?

Lucas: (Already in Tears) I know we just met and everything, but.... ('Sniff') I'm so glad.....('Sniff') THAT WE'RE FINALLY FRIENDSSS!~

Penny: Oh buddy! Don't cry!~

9-Volt: Yeah! Of course we're friends!~

Ashley: (Sighs Once More as She Hears her Friends Rambling on About Their Newfound Friendship) (So this is where my life has gotten to at this moment.... Being surrounded by a bunch of hyperactive fools and a cute, emotional boyfriend.....) (Smiles Softly) (I love it already.)

5-Volt: (Smiles Tearfully at the Kids Getting Along) ('Sniff') This is do sweet.....

Mantis: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Agreed. I believe this will be a start of a beautiful friendship together.

Dribble: (Noticed Wario is Sniffing Right Beside him) Hey man, you getting emotional there too?

Wario: N-No! ('Sniff') I-I'm not crying! ('Sniff') I just got something in eye!

Spitz: Yeah? Like what?

Wario: ('Sniff') (Finally Burst Out Crying) YAHHHHHHHAHHHH!!! WHY DOES THE TWERP HAS TO BE SO SADDDDDD!

Dribble: (Starts Snickering) So much for not caring.

Spitz: (Snickering as Well) Yeah. Guess you really do have after al- (Felt Wario's Snot Coming Out on his Sleeve Before Sighing) Nevermind.....

Bonus

Ness: So.... Lucas met these guys yesterday and you're saying that ALL OF THEM wants to join the squad as well?

Ashley: (Sitting Next With All of the WarioWare Crew While Giving Ness Simple Nodded) Yes. All of them.

Mona: (Smiles Softly at the Boy) I hope you don't mind.

Ness: N-Not at all! I was just.... surprised by how many of you are there, you know? But....(Sigh Slowly Turns to Wario) Are you sure letting him join is a good idea?

Wario: (Glares at Ness) HEY! I can be nice and trustworthy as much as any of you losers in this stupid mansion! (Starts Eating his Chips While Looking Away)

Mona: (Smiles Sheepishly) W-We'll make sure he's on his best behavior.

Ashley: Yeah. (Slowly Starts Moving Herself Over to Ness) We'll...make definite sure about that....(Whispers into Ness' Ears) Write his name in the Unofficial category. I don't trust him one bit.

Ness: (Whispers Back to Ashley) Neither do I. (Writes Down Wario Name Down his Clipboard Before Smiling Brightly at the Gang) Welcome aboard, guys!

Everyone: (Happily Cheers in Rejoice)

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