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I Do, Do You? Chapter 8 Room (or lack thereof)

WC: 7,583 -So many words! Must mean smut! You'll probably have a better time reading this over on Ao3

The short ride back to the hotel, the zip up the elevator, the walk down the hall- the whole distance from the patio to where they stand now safely in the suite- he can’t pull his thoughts from her; how she is, how it affected her, what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling-

Not that she’d said anything-

Not that he’d asked yet.

He’s relieved that they’re here, relieved that she hadn’t been injured, at least not physically, but he can’t say nothing happened to her and for that he’s angry. Angry with himself for telling her about the phone call, furious with Prentiss for letting it go as far as it had, being so lax with her safety. If he hadn’t stepped in-

“Am I okay?!” Penelope whips around wide eyed, breaking contact as the question hits her. It’s the first time since running to him earlier that some part of her hasn’t been physically connected to some part of him. She’s never been this girl before, but the distance aches immediately, a canyon growing deep in her chest. “I’ve only done this once, you have to do this all the time! Luke, you do this all the time?!”

This was a casual day at the office for him, this was his day in and day out, this is what he came home from. Each time he'd come back worn, corner of his eyes turned down, and she'd make some move, some beg for him to let it out and he'd turn stone face...stone body…She knew, but she hadn’t really considered, and here he's unaffected, here he's checking on her instead.

“I’ve seen one bad guy, you’ve seen a bajillion! And their victims, what they do to them, and there’s more- and we didn’t stop the- they’re still- they-” She sucks down a deep breath, and then another, and then another, quickly gulping down air in place of words. She tries but can’t seem to stop, her breath coming in short bursts. Her own assault, Jason, the gun, Whitt, the knife, the clatter, the barrel- the blade, the piercing sting ripping into her chest rips through her vision and through her fraying nerves. She tears at the dress, hands gripping and grasping frantically. Too constricting- too tight- can’t breath.

“Penelope?” The whole way here clutching him like a ragdoll, he assumed the situation had shaken her, he just wasn’t sure how much, what he sees now though, he knows, he recognizes. What he sees are the signs of a panic attack. Fortunately, he’s seen enough of them, talked enough guys down, been talked down enough, to know how to handle it.

Trembling slick fingers strain for the zipper pull, “The dress-” she gasps, struggling to undo it, “-help. I need it off, Luke, I need her off!”

Immediately he moves to release the zipper, steady hands replacing her own, undoing the thing in one smooth motion, stopping at her waist, but the pronoun jumps out at him. Her? For all her quirks, gendering her outfits, personifying them, wasn’t something she’d done that he’d noticed. Maybe it was the stress.

With the dress now hanging loosely around her, Luke pulls her hair up in a bunch, blowing cool air across the back of her neck, sending a chill across her skin. “Penelope, what you’re feeling is normal, a common response, your system’s overwhelmed with processing what happened. I have you, you’re safe. I’m here, Whitt’s in jail-” He’s careful not to crowd her, not to get too close, resisting everything in him pulling towards her, towards bringing his arms around her, holding her as tightly to himself as possible, cradling her against himself and feeling her, tucking into her neck...

She swallows hard, shaking her head. It's not what he thinks. Despite the verbal flashflood she’d just released between them this isn’t about the congressman. She can’t tell him what it is… “I need her off me, I need all of her off-” The scar where she’d already been hurt, where she’d already died, twinges below her breast, her skin hot and sticky, this old Black Queen glued and flaking from Penelope.

No, the phrasing was definitely intentional. “We can do that, but let's talk for a minute, see if it helps.” His voice is soft and calm like how cops on shows talk to jumpers, maybe that’s how he sees her right now. She nods for him to go on but turns in his hold facing him, wanting to see him, wanting him to see her.

Dropping her hair, his hands hover loosely over her shoulders,

Not enough, but closer, she can feel the edges of the canyon rumbling, softening.

“I have a routine I learned from a friend, finger meditation.” She hears his voice, watches his sharp jaw and Adam’s Apple drop as he explains, feels the breath of each word match a tap from each finger to her bare shoulders as he slowly calls out, “Sa…Ta…Na…Ma.” When he gets to the end, he starts again, slow, quiet, rhythmic. Magic words sticking to her heated skin.

He gets through three more rotations before detecting a change in her composure, “When my breathing feels more even, I start a hot shower and I let the water pound into me, I inhale the steam…I know you like baths, after this you should try that, I’m sure a place like this has some bubbles-”

Weakly she bobs her head, anxious energy from mere moments ago seemingly sapped by his tapping fingers, the canyon closing to nothing more than a scar in the dirt at his touch.

A bath was good, a bath would wash her away, unglue the lies of her past, “-yeah, okay...”

His thumbs stroke the curves of her shoulders under her dress. Gazing down, there’s a flushed sheen to her chest, but he can see her breathing is steady again.

Looking at him, the remaining fear and worry pierce through, her voice is small, smaller than when her parents died, smaller than she can ever remember, “...but…I don’t want to be alone- would you-” she doesn’t want to be a burden, she wants to be strong…but she also doesn’t want to be alone, needs his touch to distract from the memories… He’d said he needed her to tell him what she needed, how to care for her…

If this were earlier in the night, if things hadn’t gone down the way they had, he might think twice about the request, the possibility of crossing a line when they were newly on track. As it is, with her looking at him like that, with her sounding the way she does, there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for her. He was the reason she was going through this, it was his fault, her life, her security in his hands, and he’d failed. Any actions he could take to repair the damage, he would do in a heartbeat- any way he could make her feel safe. “You’re my wife, whatever you need, I’m here.” Truth be told, she was more than that. He wasn’t ready for her to be out of his sight or out of his hands just yet either.

Fingertips in palm, they walk to the bathroom, Luke, removing his jacket and placing it on the sink counter, rolling up a white sleeve, kneeling and plugging the tub. He adjusts the water and pours in some foaming liquid from a small bottle lined up in the soap alcove, Penelope sits on the closed toilet watching, not really taking any of it in.

He slips off his shoes and socks, unrolls the sleeve and undoes the buttons. His movements are smooth and slow, all of it an effort not to spook her. Tilting his head up, looking over, he lightly teases, “I don’t know about you, Chica, but usually I bathe without my clothes on-”

She stares blankly, then blinks at him, if she could she’d burn this dress right now, rise from her ashes…

Rising, stepping out of her heels, she lets the gown fall from her shoulders and pool around her ankles.

With Penelope now standing before him in nothing but lavender polka dot net, and scant jewelry, Luke feels far from funny, far from teasing. He makes a point of keeping eye contact, of not letting his vision roam and cheapen the situation.

If he had, he might not have missed the scar below her chest.

She holds his gaze, slipping off her underwear and reaching behind her with a single hand to undo her bra clasp, stripping off her bracelet and pulling off the chain necklace.

Bare, she takes a step toward him, the bath, and places a hand on his chest.

Free of the layers between them she feels the beat below her naked palm strengthen, feels the heat, the trace of his gaze as it moves from wrist, to chest, to face. Swallowing reflexively, “when you’re ready,” is all she says a bit too quietly, and steps into the water and bubbles. When he’s ready…she’s been waiting for him to be ready all this time, would he pull away now too?

Luke finishes undressing, slipping off his shoes and undoing his belt, pants and underwear joining them in a pile on the floor.

“Is it okay if I sit behind you?” Whitt had her in front of him, the last thing he wants is to undo the small progress they’ve made from the door to the tub, to send her spiraling again.

Penelope glances up at him, vision catching on his

fudge

inappropriately sculpted chest

before whipping her eyes all the way up, careful then to keep to his face, “I…I don’t know, we can try,” she sits up, allowing Luke to slip in behind her.

The tub is big; deep and wide, but not overly so, just big enough. Knees slightly bent, tan legs frame her, the gap between her torso and his leaving a considerate space.

“So, do you always give personalities to your outfits?” He tries again to lighten things, “I don’t know that-”

“No.” She cuts him off flat. “Not usually, although it wouldn’t be out of the realm of things I’d do, but no. She…she” she tries again, “was the cover. To help with tonight.” She doesn’t tell him the details, doesn’t admit how rooted in her foundation that “cover” is…How she realizes just how much she needs to get rid of her to move on.

“And how are you doing now that she’s off?” If it was just the dress she shouldn’t still be worked up, if it was the persona he could help her step out of it, but if it was more, she needed to tell him.

Penelope doesn’t answer immediately, taking stock. It’s not just the dress like she’s told him, but she feels less on edge, less in a tailspin, she can feel the other her loosening its hold from the brush of his thumbs, his voice and his proximity soothing her, the water working its way into the cracks. She feels the buzz just below her skin that seems to accompany his touch, her thighs humming from the contact with his. She isn’t in the clear, but she’s better, “Alright…except now my hair’s sticking to my neck…” It’s a brush off, something to reassure him she’s getting better.

But Luke responds, trying to fix that too, “Here-” he says, collecting her hair off her shoulders. He notices her breath is staying even and her voice sounds less strained, both good signs. Combing his fingers from temples past her ears he talks to distract each of them, gently working his fingers through a knot, “Sometimes, mornings were too crazy for my mother to do Isabella’s hair before school, she taught me how, so I could help.”

She feels the pull of the sections, making a simple braid. He doesn’t want it to be too tight, doesn’t want it uncomfortable, he does it quick and loose and though it’s not his best, he’s satisfied with the result of a skill he hasn’t practiced in years.

But there’s still the problem of it sticking to her neck.

Leaning up Luke reaches out of the tub, tugging his jacket off the sink and unpinning the rose of his boutonniere. Pulling the braid up, he wraps it counterclockwise around itself into a cornsilk crown, then skewers it with the rose stem.

Task completed, hands awkwardly on his knees, he feels himself growing restless again nearly instantly, needing something else to occupy his thoughts, something to redirect his focus. Looking around, his eyes fall to the packaged loofa on the corner of the tub, in an effort to keep himself busy, he grabs it, offering, “Can I?” checking that she’s still ok, that he’s not overwhelming her.

Following a nodding yes, Luke opens then submerges the tan sponge. Feeling it get heavy with water, he lifts it, hovering just above her shoulders, and squeezes, the water sheeting over her. Slowly, he moves a hand left to right, letting the warm water flow across her skin and down her back. He watches her shoulders unfurl and roll, relaxing.

Collecting bubbles and more warm water, he drags the loofa up the back of her neck and over the tops of her shoulders in a gentle motion. She moves and tilts her head in response, Penelope reading his movements with the slightest shift. He brings it down one arm and then the other, covering every bit of skin on his path, submerging and saturating, lightly scrubbing, rhythm hypnotic.

Every brushing stroke brushes the memory of Jason Battle further away, loosens and lifts those flaking shards of her former self. Every errant touch of his fingers electrifies her, cells screaming at his proximity, physically, emotionally. She was exposed, falling, and he caught her. Luke, soft and open, nurturing. The intensity and risk of the day making way to bulldoze through the walls they’d built around themselves.

Eradicating the bad, she focuses on the feel of the water, the temperature, on fiber to skin, on skin to skin, the alternating scrub and soak, Luke slowly helping to reveal the true Penelope.

He wrings the warm water out over her clavicles, droplets pearling and rolling, feels the tremor that takes her body, goosebumps erupting on creamy skin so inviting, so enticing.

Mesmerized, fingertips framing her arms, he thinks of what it would be to sip from her skin, to whirl his tongue on the peaking flesh and smooth each small bump down, how warm, how soft, so vivid he can feel it, taste her, lips gently pressing to the crook of her neck, spreading and wrapping the soft curve, slick, and salty, and hot, certain she can feel it too when he hears the hitch of her breath and the ratchet of her pulse- only realizing when he breaks away, that he’s much closer than he should have been, lips hovering her shoulder. It was the ghost of a kiss, heart finally doing the thing his brain had fought not to do since first laying eyes on her.

When comprehension strikes, every muscle in his body shouts to a painful stop, eyes quickly whipping up to observe her reaction, checking for protest, some kind of show of negative response, suspicious of his own judgment when sees none.

Gathering up courage, Luke gathers up a rough, quiet, apologetic, “-was that okay?” the words sticking to his throat, not wanting to come out, not wanting to hear ‘no’, fearing a no.

The rapid nod puts him at ease, Penelope adding verbally to her confirmation, “yeah- Yes.” what she’s been wanting for weeks.

The canyon scarred earth of her chest is suddenly bursting open, erupting with a whole ballet troop of butterflies jeté-ing and pirouetting.

He moves his hands up, hovering over the balls of her shoulders, eyes flicking, studying her reaction from the side of her face, her lids slipping closed, the swallow of her throat, the drop of her jaw, and the deep intake of breath- as he moves incrementally across her back.

Lips and tongue, skin on skin, nose trailing between, he distributes his affection, his appreciation…his love for the woman in his hands.

Supple lips kiss a path left to right, from shoulder to shoulder, Penelope gasping when on his way back, he nips at her neck. Her hands slide down the sides of the tub to land on the spot just above his knees, kneading the muscle as he bestows lush, sensuous kisses to her. He slides a hand from shoulder to chest, banding the other around her waist, his resonate voice behind her, asking, “Can you lean back?” before guiding her with him, careful to feel for any resistance, lips landing on the back of her ear, taking her lobe, her breath picking up.

“Talk to me Chica, how are you feeling?” is prompted through heavy breath.

She licks her lips, a small moan morphing into a more coherent, “-g-good. I- this is good.”

His lips don’t twist and curl, there’s no cocky smirk she can feel, just the plush slip and soothing slide as he heals her through parched need.

Her body feels the difference, the security in his hold, his sturdy muscular frame, the sweet, admiring touch are a stark contrast to Whitt’s. The way his hands move, the way his body holds her, says care, says shelter, something she’s aware of deep inside. There is no comparison to earlier and now, there is no comparison to anything she can think of.

His hands slowly massage and knead their way down the muscle of her arms, her head falling to his shoulder, legs and thighs rubbing friction, hips slowly undulating. He rubs at her wrists and threads his fingers with hers, gently pulling and stretching the length of her arms, but something catches his eye and she feels him stop, lifting their laced right hands. Penelope’s heart thuds thinking back to earlier, realizing what it is, and tilts her head, looking from the corner of her eye.

“Wrong finger,” is stated, low and gravel-y.

Was this sentimental action the thing that would bring it all crashing down? She thought she had made the right call, now a thread of worry tugged, “-I… had to. If I didn’t I wouldn’t get- they wouldn’t pick me- but I didn’t-”

How did she tell him she didn’t have it in her to remove it entirely? That she needed that part of him with her to feel safe? It’s not just that not wearing it is an insult to him, or them, or this thing they’re doing, it’s that wearing it makes her feel connected to him, safe. He makes her feel safe, the brush of his fingers alone calling some kind of internal reaction in her. That’s what it is, that’s why she couldn’t take it off earlier.

He turns his head, nuzzling against her flushing cheek and she feels it deeper, nearly missing his soft “Can I help?”

“-Yeah” she nods, breathless, Penelope turning in his arms, floating her legs to hook over one of his, positioning herself sideways in his lap, neither releasing the other.

His focus shifts from Penelope, pink cheeked and beautiful- and so very close- to hands, hers in his. Fingers fixed to the ring, he unsticks it, twisting, then slides it slowly off. Her nails brush his palm, running a string along the underside of his finger, slipping past his own band.

Her breath picks up when it’s finally off, Luke bringing her bare fingers to his lips, delicately kissing them, and exchanging the ring from his left hand to his right. She watches as his hand slides up her left ring finger, feels the metal as it settles, actions just as slow, no rush. So intentional she’s positive she can feel the reverence in his movement, the unstated declaration. The vow.

A shallow smile spreads looking down at her re-adorned hand sitting in his, and an ache clenches his chest when he hears her whisper, Husband and wife. When he looks up at her he finds her gaze waiting for him, and just as softly, small enough to fill the space between them, he whispers back, “I do.” A confession, a pledge just for her.

Simple words said countless times a day by people more familiar than them, by couples with more history, and yet, what she sees in his eyes, what she feels inside, she knows won’t compare, “I do, too.”

He swallows hard, need and surety settling to a calm resolve, “Can I kiss the bride?”

He feels as her hand lifts from his, the light pull of it sliding across his cheek and threading through his hair, Penelope leaning in and guiding him closer, anticipation, both watching, knowing neither plan on pulling away. Her fingers curl and stroke, brushing the tip of his ear, cup around the back of his head. They bob in the water, chests rising and falling together, with millimeters between them, breath on breath, lips parted, there’s a moment of hesitation, but whatever he’s planning on saying is long forgotten, swallowed up in the sweet swell of her inhale, the hum of her kiss, the awaited press of her lips and the tip of her tongue brushing his.

She feels his grip tighten, hands slip, his arms gliding to wrap around her, holding her closer, turning her towards him, that heavenly mouth following her lead, he doesn’t hurry, and he doesn’t demand, letting her guide them. Her fingers lace behind his head, kissing him deep and long and sweet, their first kiss blending into a second, and then a third, and on and on. Gentle slides and presses, she kisses him until she’s breathless, until he’s breathless, until they’re both panting and lightheaded, her breasts dipping in waves, slick tits pressing and gliding against him, brushing nipples and strong lips setting off tiny explosions, the slipping friction of her thighs not enough to satisfy, the taste of him not enough. Want and boldness filling her, she finds herself saying through puffs of air and dropped jaw, “There’s…something else that might…help.”

Luke continues to kiss her, his response hummed to her mouth, “Anything. Tell me what you need-”

Instead of words, she opts for action, Penelope repositioning herself again. A damsely mermaid astride his lap no more, she slips a leg between and over, straddling her newly confirmed husband. Thighs to hip, chest to chest, feeling very well the part of him that had been steadily growing and firming between them as they kissed, she draws her head back sighing, answering, “You.”

Though her lips have parted from his, Luke’s devotion is unyielding, he moves down her chin, kissing gentle, but sparking swirls to the soft part under her jaw, down her throat- Penelope deeply inhaling- and down her rising chest, groaning in response.

Arms extended in a brace, she rolls her hips, threading his cock between her labia, water helping her float to rise, rubbing her clit up and down his shaft and against the notch of his firm head, letting out a shaking sigh at how good he feels on her, rolling herself closer, pressing into him harder, his forehead falling, the increased suction of his lips, feeling the moan he lets out around her breast between her legs, his hands gripping her ass and his fingers digging in. With each wash of her body he holds her closer, helping her to tease herself with his cock, to build her up, fuck herself against him.

You- him

Kissing back up her throat and under her ear, light washes of air on damp skin, he listens to her breath grow airy, her soft gasps accompanying stuttering hips, he listens to the grip of her fingers and slide of her hands, the roll of her head, committing to memory what she sounds like getting there, quietly soothing, "Let me help you-”

Blood is flowing to her cheeks, she can feel them burning hot and red, she rolls faster, and harder, Luke spreading her thighs wider, more firmly against himself, the pressure so good, the water and bubbles crashing in white capped waves around them. She hovers at the head of his cock, slipping quick, short, fast, her fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders and his mouth deliciously on her tits, faster, harder, faster, over and over.

-Just there, just- there -yeah yeah yE- ah -jUH- ust- she comes in a shuddering crash against him, a flood of tingles rushing her body.

As Penelope’s hips continues to buck and rub against him, Luke eases her back down to his lap. Dipping them forward, he captures her mouth once more.

His instinct is to keep going, all signs pointing to ‘yes.” He wants to roll them completely forward, slide into her wet folds, fuck her with water crashing around them, to scoop her up, legs wrapped around him, and lovingly press his body to hers against the door, fingers laced and palms kissing above them, to carry her off, continuing in less confining and slippery spaces…soft bed… soft body… ‘you’

But before he does anything he needs her ok, to know she wants more too.

The moral murk, the problem with trauma sex. He holds her as she comes back down, scattering light pecks to the corner of her mouth, murmuring, “How are you feeling?” and “Anything else I can do to…help?”

She feels heavenly, lit-up and roused and unequivocally wants for more. Teasing smile and thoughtful voice, Penelope responds, feeling very much Penelope, “Oooh, I’m feeling like there’s an awfully nice bed in there and there’s definitely something else you could do…” But as soon as she voices the suggestive reply, she bites her lip wanting to take it back- what if she’d misunderstood? What if he really was just trying to help her through the bad, maybe he was just talking about that…What if he still wasn’t ready for that step…after all it’s taken him this long, and foreplay is foreplay, whereas something else is…something else.

Luke kisses her again, his whole body pressing into hers, smile to smile gulping her down, the enthusiasm dispelling all what-ifs and maybe-nots.

Standing, she takes him with her, their unwantingness to part, Luke only releasing an arm to feel blindly behind himself where he observed towels earlier. Grabbing one, he ignores the two others that tumble out after, enveloping himself and Penelope in one large towel, his lips never leaving those he can’t get enough of. Her sweet body against his, he walks her backward out to the bed, wet footprints soaking into the carpet under tangling feet.

Calf hitting corner, Penelope breaks away. Fingertips on his chest, grinning up at him, she lets them trail down his abs as she drifts back, watching his eyelids drift at the feel.

He takes a breath and opens them to find her reclined in the center of the puffing duvet propped up on her elbows. She’s let her hair down, the rose discarded somewhere else.

The sight alone is enough to combat a lifetime’s worth of bad dreams…enough to fuel a lifetime’s worth of naughty thoughts. She’s like a pearl in an oyster, Venus on the shell. She’s blushing and beautiful and glowing and plump and just the sight of her knowing little smirk drives him crazy with want. But the thing that really does it, the thing that sends him over, is noticing the glitter of the only thing adorning her body. The ring. The ring that says she’s his. Subconsciously his thumb runs over the bottom of his own band thinking about how strongly he’s been hers since first setting eyes on her. How wholly he gave himself that day…how hard it’s been to break habits regardless, maybe even because of.

Penelope notices as his eager and heated look melts, sadness and regret flitting in, “-Hey, what’s going on, what was that?” She’s upright and inspecting, fighting the nagging thought that it’s her, that the look is disappointment…rejection. Reaching out, she tugs his hand, eyes pleading, “Luke, come here, talk to me.”

He lets the gentle tug of her hand guide him next to her, flows with her as she relaxes back into a kiss, soft and inviting, her hand resting on his jaw, “Tell me what it is.”

Hovering over her, her fingertips stroking his cheek, her voice as soft and tender as her lips, she pulls it out of him.

“-I'm sorry. I’m sorry you were set up with me. I'm sorry for getting you into this…and I'm sorry for wasting so much time… I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to break the pattern, and that I made you feel like you weren’t important- You are…I'm sorry I haven’t showed you enough…I wanted to protect you, but I couldn't-”

She aches at the confession, the pain, “You did protect me, you saved me. Luke, you were right where I needed you as soon as you could be, and now you’re right where I need you again. You’re with me. Stay with me.” Penelope seals her statement with a kiss, this time with more vigor, more need. He can feel the demand and pull in her body, how she surges up to meet him. Responding, he moves to hold her, cover her, and kiss her in kind. He would be here. He would be present.

When her head reaches the pillow Luke starts a descent of her body, her fingers stroke his hair and her head tilts back, neck extending. Taking the opportunity, he kisses and sucks the delicate skin under her jaw, placing gentle nips down the side of her throat and licking up her pulse.

Full, perfect, muscular mouth scoops and sucks at the crook of her neck and down her upper chest, fingers praise her sides skating and kneading, taking loving handfuls of hip and thigh and waist before moving on. Wriggling hands move between bed and body, up her back to hold her shoulder blades and cradle her, soothing grips mime the actions of his mouth on aching nipples, Penelope writhing below him panting and moaning, deeper crashing inhales adding to the storm of pleasure building, his warm wet mouth slowly dragging open and closed, flat tongue lapping against nipples, she moves her leg, bracketing his, grinding on the thick, firm reward she finds.

Remaining focused, Luke continues his mission of lavish, delicate pulls and deep, soft suction, murmuring into her breast between mouthfuls, “I thought you wanted something else”

There’s a sharp tug at his roots, her fingers clenching, the shake of her head. Glancing up, he sees her flushed face grinning down at him, “I said I want you”

He rolls his hips, dragging his cock against her, adding pressure to her throbbing clit, watching her eyes fall shut and mouth drop open as her body arcs off the bed in his hold, “You have me,” then presses a warm, sloppy kiss to her retreating sternum, “let’s take our time, I want you first-”

The only response she gives is a watery sigh of resignation as his lips and tongue, palms and fingers string candy webs through her body.

Moving between her breasts, he twists and twirls ribboning kisses down her stomach, thumbs caressing soft skin, Penelope’s breath becoming heavier the further he sinks.

Her hands skate from hair, to ears, to shoulders, delivering strokes of appreciation. Fingers coasting back up the valley of his neck earn her a roughly moaned hum, the light call of her name, and another slow buck against her, triggering quick convulsions and the thought that she’s going to enjoy getting to know every part of him- just as much as it seems he’s enjoying every part of her.

Making his way lower, he inhales her sweet tang. Licking one long strip between her legs, Penelope’s hips surge up, a small sharp “-uh” floating above him. Ducking sideways to her thigh, dodging deeper contact, he chuckles at the frustrated huff that follows, quietly vibrating a reminding “patience” against the supple swell of skin.

Large, rough, heated palms streak across her, skipping and jumping, bringing her to life under him, nipping and kissing tender spots; her inner thighs, behind her knees. His hands drag down the backs of her legs, gripping and massaging handfuls of calf, Luke arcing back, then rolling down, running a path up, cradling and squeezing her ass and lifting her closer as he nuzzles her spread folds, settling between her thighs. His muscular lips suck small, targeted Os to her clit, Luke groaning into her when the tart nectar floods against his tongue.

Penelope feels his tongue dip and part her, long, savoring strokes, feels the rumble of his gratified moans deep inside as his mouth slowly moves to envelope her. Her hips wave and sway involuntarily lifting to meet him, fingers gripping and relaxing through messy curls. Every time she tugs, he purrs, and every time he purrs, the most delicious zings race through her sending her rocking and gasping. Her tongue darts out wetting her lips and a hand releases its hold on his hair, grasping at her breast, pinching and rolling, keening as his tongue presses more firmly and his lips suck harder. Slowly it creeps in, the pulsing, steady build, her body vibrating with the rise. Quick, quick, pressure throbbing, Penelope gasping, hips rocking, Luke seemingly set on making her come, but it’s not what she wants, not this time. Forcing her way to the top, forcing herself to regain control, her hand and arm loosen their hold, petting and stroking, Penelope, swallowing, calling to him breathless, fighting to hold on, “Luke, Luke,” fingers brushing the back of his neck, hoping to leverage his earlier reaction, Luke grinding into the mattress between her legs, the vibrations of his deep growl hitting her, “Luke, please- I- I want you with me, I need you, with me- in me, I want to feel you- I want you.”

He can hear her, feel her, so close, her body responding to every informed stroke, so close. A little devious strip of pride chirps to ignore her plea and carry her over the threshold, deliver her there and selfishly taste the reward as she comes on his tongue, thighs clenching his ears like a riding horse until she comes again, give her more.

But that’s not what she wants. Another time…

Reluctantly, he slows his movement, turning his head to nip a full thigh in heatless retaliation, immediately swiping and sucking the sting, letting out a deflated sigh as he kisses and licks a languid path northward. Up he swirls from leg to belly, lips and stubble searing on sensitive skin, sighing coos and moans slipping through sumptuous scooping lips, still tasting, still learning.

It’s on this luxurious upward discovery that it finally catches his eye, the mark catching him off guard, the barest flinch.

It’s small, no wider than his pinky, and yet, he doesn’t know how he missed it before, the irregular pink welt of skin. He knows from experience how touchy scars can be, he also knows from experience what a gunshot wound looks like. This was without a doubt that.

She’d been shot before

Anger, curiosity, sorrow, regret, rage- there are a lot of things he feels over what he sees, over her silence- why she’d keep something like that to herself while insisting on helping in the way she had today. Concern is the prevailing emotion, but it doesn’t feel right to ask, not with where they are.

He’s brought them enough heaviness tonight.

Still, he can’t force himself to ignore it entirely, so in place of words, he places a light kiss just south of the scar, then on impulse he places one more west, her original life, and another east, where they came together, and finally, one north, the point on a compass that’s always true, the point that aims toward her heart, the part in himself he knows is hers.

Warm palms cup and mold to her breasts, large hands gently rubbing and gathering envelope her, Luke kissing her, slow and deep.

Looking at her, taking in the cherry sting of her swollen lips, her flushed cheeks and glossy eyes, dark pupils filling and sparkling back from under sinking lashes- again he’s caught by how this woman, his wife, makes him feel. From mere proximity alone it’s unlike anything he’s experienced previously, somehow she’s more…and has been since the moment he met her. Distance- separation- is no longer an option.

Her mouth curls into a lazy smile and she strokes his cheek gazing back at him, “Hey.”

Impatiently he presses another plush kiss to her lips, a kiss that’s over too soon so he dips back a second time, and a third, wanting to fill himself with how she makes him feel- feeling whole and alive and fulfilled and satisfied- he could stay like this forever, just kissing her and holding her, drowning in the euphoria of Penelope, but as his vision blurs and his body sags heavily into her, again he forces himself to stop, to focus.

“Hey,” he says with a breathless chuckle, “Ready?” There’s a shadowy thing at the edges of the ask, something forcing its way in, something threatening to feel heavy if he lets it, Luke forcing it out, all attention on her, on where they are.

Penelope shifts below him, a hand laced between his arm, resting on his back, the other playing with a small silver curl in his sea of waving black, she smiles, “More than-” She was ready, ready for him to take her clean, take her fresh, he’d helped her shed the skin of her former self, it was time to take the new.

Falling back into a kiss, mouths hovering, each let out a silent cry as he pushes into her wet heat. Centimeter by centimeter, she feels him filling her, stretching her, her folds spreading snug around his cock, in…in…in, pushing until they’re flush, until in is no longer an option.

Luke hangs in the moment holding the depth, the contact, the feel of all of her, tight, surrounding him, vibrating, pulsing, holding him, holding- holding- even here getting to know her- until Penelope can’t hold any more and cants up through the hot sting, grinding against him, forcing him too deep, the pinch forcing a squeak of air from the back of her throat.

“You’re supposed to start moving, but if you want me toOoo-” suddenly she’s cut off by the sensation of Luke pulling out of her, tight around him, just as slow, just as measured, making sure every inch of her feels every. Searing. Velvety. Inch of him.

“Fuck. Luke-” her hands clutch at his back and her thigh hikes up his hip. He chuckles, kissing her jaw, murmuring, “me too,” and pulls himself out threading his head over her clit, then dips back, pushing up in one smooth wave, followed by another drag, the feel of it indescribable, the feel of him, how the veins of his cock tickle from the intentional contact, how thick, firm, he fills her, seemingly firmer with every stroke, how the roll of his head inches on her g-spot over and over, just teasing…how she wants for more, how she wants for this forever, the feeling...just teasing…just teasing.

But blissfully it doesn’t last, thrust by thrust, drag by drag he speeds up, until their hips are rolling together in rapid steady waves. His arm slips low around her back, hand splayed, guiding, fingers flexing when she shakes and contracts around him, Penelope crying out in breathy whimpers, his cock- almost- almost-

“Keep going- Luke- touch me-“ her brow pinches, hips stuttering to meet his, breath coming in heavy gasps.

His hips thrust, grinding deeper, her hands gripping the hollows of his flexing ass, eyes slamming at the feel, clenching, body responding naturally, slicking them. She’s made for this—for him.

Obediently he complies, fingers quickly coming between them, gently stroking.

“-harder” is gasped through clenched molars.

He follows the command, but twists, gathering her knee, and kisses it making his own request, “Open your eyes- Chica, I want you with me-“

She cries at the deeper strokes, “I’m there, I’m there, I’m there-” a building chant to match each delicious pitch, meaning lost to the edge of the toe curling ecstasy he had her teetering on.

Bringing a hand to hers, fingers slipping, lacing, he tries again, “I need you with me this time. Penelope…wife- look at me” his thumb strokes her palm and the softness breaks through, Penelope pulling herself back from the sparkling blackness into his waiting, hungry, desperate umber. She shivers and jerks, ruffling, threatening to take flight, mouth dropping open. Ragged pants float from her hanging jaw as his thrusts strengthen, eyes caught, all of her caught, trapped, hanging, hanging- pinned by his hand, pinned by the vow pouring out from his gaze: safety, need, love? Hanging- and then his grip tightens, and his fingers come down harsh with purpose, with need, with the strangled catch in his throat, and it’s his call, her signal. Stalled hips jerking they slam together, sweat slicked, wild and free, soaring and gliding, hearts pounding and blood rushing they lift and swoop, Penelope cuming hard, Luke chasing after her, chasing every last bit she's willing to give until he’s physically unable. And even then they lay together, a slick, salty, exhausted mess breathing as one, coming down.

After time has passed he slides next to her, his arm reaching out to slip under her, Penelope adjusting, tucking into him, nestling into his side, head nestled somewhere near his shoulder, somewhere meaty and comfy and smelling of him.

Listening to his breath slow and deepen, her fingertips languidly wandering the valley of his chest, she feels relaxed, safe, but the thought repeats maddeningly, a question she doesn’t want to ask, the secret she’d kept, the broken part of her...

Tilting up, she breaks their peace, his drift, confessing, “I…I know you saw it...my scar. You didn’t ask.”

He hears her words and lets them settle in the fuzzy darkness he’s drifting towards, his thumb lightly stroking her side, the grooves of his print coasting over the fine hairs of her waist, “Do you want to tell me about it?”

His voice is humming and thick, sleepy. It compounds her guilt, but the night has been about more, and this was part of that, she couldn’t let the night slip through without it. “I want you to know about it.”

She waits for a prompt, a reaction, when it’s clear he’s just waiting, she continues, “He was a boyfriend…except he wasn’t. Jason Battle.” The way she says his name is dead, emotionless. “I was a long-con, well a few weeks con. He was using me to get close to JJ and Derek, something they’d been working on with DHS. I thought at the time it was just luck, this handsome, smooth, stranger bumping into me at the cafe, needing my help, asking me out…I realized later he must have known who I was the whole time…my- The Black Queen. After a few weeks though he got paranoid, thought I was working with JJ and Derick to get him, so he shot me taking me home one night…I had no idea. I was bleeding out on the steps to my apartment and didn’t know why. If my neighbor hadn’t been walking her dog I would have died with that question on my mind…”

His fingers stop as the story she tells plays across the black screen of sleep’s theater. The amalgamation of evil sauntering towards her, Penelope, beautiful and happy, the bang, her pained and confused face, not knowing what happened, what the sound was or why she suddenly hurts, her body falling limp…his fingers flinch against her side. “But you didn’t. And Battle, he’s-?”

“Dead.”

“Good.”

He doesn’t ask how or why and there’s a gruff finality to his clipped response. He feels himself bristling back to life, back to wake, but for this he doesn’t mind. He tilts his head and brushes her hair back, “None of that was your fault, you couldn’t have known-“

“No, but I should have. I was stupid. And trusting. And naive…I should have looked into him-”

Leaning up, Luke shifts to his side, better leveraging to wrap his arms around her, and scoops her, pulling her with him as he rolls back. Penelope over him, he kisses the tip of her nose, then her lips, then quiets the surge that comes from kissing her at all. “Hey, no. No part of the Penelope Garcia I know is stupid. She’s brave. Without a doubt one of the bravest, smartest… sexiest people I know. And she sees the good in everything. Even now.”

A smile twitches into place above him, Penelope relaxing in his arms, “I must have seen something to put up with you this long.”

The laugh it draws is a rumble in his chest and lifting his head he presses her down, kissing her again, deep, Penelope sighing, but he cuts it off, loosening his hold and drops his head to the pillow.

Sleep, they need sleep, especially if he’s dealing with Prentiss in a few hours.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “but I’m glad you did.”

[lightofunova]

As the year draws to a close, I find myself looking back at the past year and I just need to state how absolutely crazy it has been for me.

This blog will be one year old in January, which it’s so funny that it’s already almost been an entire year since I started posting and interacting? It isn’t the official birthday yet, but I just want to thank everyone for reading and interacting and supporting me this past year. I’ve met so many wonderful people in the community who have pushed me to want to do better, and who I want to interact witth more but my own shyness and nerves prevent me from doing so.

You all have truly spoiled me this year by allowing me to share my silly ocs and stories witth you all, and just by listening to me I am already content. Thank you truly from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to be a part of this community, for being able to create my own little corner here just to act silly.

And I have so many new friends I haven’t said a proper thank you to, for one reason or another. Maybe due to being busy or me being too bashful to admit it over late night calls or to even start a conversation in dms. Before the year is out I want to right that.

@symphonies-of-silver I know that I’m not someone who is super close, but honestly I started askblogging because of you! You made me want to do it and seeing Ginjiro and his story begin to unfold, I was inspired to do my own. I wish I could talk more with you in dms, you seem like such an amazing person and I love hearing about your ocs and ideas honestly, I’m just shy haha. I can’t wait to see what ideas you craft up in the coming year, it’s always something to look forward to.

@lustrous-dawn Gosh, I’ve always adored your writing style so much, I often find myself reading over your words and wanting to be more eloquent with my own sometimes haha. You always inspire me to write more than draw, and you’d be surprised how many little blurbs and drafts I’ve made this year about various things haha. You also showed me that, it’s alright to just do your own thing. It’s fine to just post whenever you want, what you want, and how you want. I don’t think I realized that when I started but now that the year had been ending I’m starting to realize it, even if you told me that a bajillion times over calls haha.

@askdeoxys Gosh, I don’t know what to say sometimes when we talk. You have done alot for me this year over calls and chats and games, I mean hell I wouldn’t be using a tablet now if it wasn’t for you. You really know how to cheer someone up when they’re down, and all of the conversations we’ve had this past year have been so much fun. I never thought I would be ending 2023 having accomplished so much, You egg me on to do the things that matter in life. The advice you give is always dead on, and even if I don’t listen to it it’s just because I’m a silly adult who thinks she knows better haha. Thank you for supporting me so much this year, I really do appreciate it.

@ceruleancavesmonster Golly gosh bestie, it’s been so long since we became friends, it’s wild to see how far everything has come. I know things have been busy af lately, but I can’t believe how far we’ve come! When making this I was so worried it’d be a dumb idea, but I just appreciate all the love and support you’ve shown me this entire year. From getting excited over my posts to helping me think through plot lines and ideas you really have been my biggest supporter in all of this. Just thank you so much for sticking with me through all these years, I can’t wait to see what happens next year 💙💙

And to all those I didn’t mention just know that I appreciate you more than you know, you all gave me something to work towards, something to inspire me in one way or another. Thank you so much for supporting my blog, and I hope you’ll stick around for another year in the making.

[aerequets]

anya's big little sibling conundrum

posted on ao3

summary: Anya is excited about the fact that she's going to be an older sibling, until George spins a different tale. Now she can't stop fearing the worst. Luckily, she has friends and parents to remind her that she isn't going anywhere.

a/n: it's common for only children to get jealous when a new kid is on the way. although this isn't exactly anya being jealous, it's more like her being insecure. i think she would be, since she's been returned four times already (😔) but luckily she has GOOD PARENTS to remind her that that's never happening 😤 also hopefully the kids sound like kids but like idk how 7-8 year olds speak so we'll just have to deal with it ig LMAO

also just a few things:

-this is set 2 years later, so the kids at eden are 8 (anya is 7) -loid and yor are together-together; they told each other about their secret occupations, but not anya yet, because she's really young. (obvs she already knows though)

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Anya was going to be an older sister. 

It was a fact she’d been announcing around school ever since she’d found out. Or, more accurately, ever since her parents had decided to tell her last week. It would be bad if she was announcing Mama’s pregnancy without ever having been told. Despite the fact that a lot of the kids at school were rich and snooty and laughed at her for doing ‘commoner’ things, a younger sibling was something many of them didn’t have—and something that money couldn’t buy. Sometimes classmates she hardly talked to would come up to her and ask about it. 

Anya couldn’t lie—she was relishing in the attention a little bit.

Becky had been thrilled, then devastated for a brief spell (“My Loid”, she’d sobbed), but ultimately she was almost as happy as Anya. “I’m a little jealous,” she admitted. “I’d love to have a little baby sister I could dress up. We have to go shopping for clothes.”

“We don’t know if I’ll have a sister or a brother,” Anya pointed out. Becky blinked, as if it hadn’t even occurred to her that the baby might be a boy. 

“We can still go shopping,” she contended. “All baby clothes are cute! There’s gotta be gender-neutral clothes too.” She went on to detail the ways in which infant fashion was, in fact, a great industry with much to offer.

Anya hummed along, but truthfully, her mind wasn’t on clothes. She was thinking of all the cool games she’d play with her sibling. They could be an agent recruit in her spy game! She’d show them cool things like silenced-pistols and hideout spots in their home. They’d share peanuts and watch Spy Wars together. And, of course, Anya would have someone to regale with the tales of her super-cool heroic deeds. 

Anya snapped back to attention when Becky’s voice turned sour. “Ugh, not them again.” 

She didn’t have to look at the approaching posse to see who Becky was referring to. Even though they were in year 3 now—much older, cooler, and more mature in Becky’s own words—Anya hadn’t gotten much closer to Damian. They fought less, but they also weren’t on house-visiting level yet. It was more like a truce than a friendship, but hey. She hadn’t punched him in two whole years. That had to count for something. 

“Look who it is.” Ewen was the first one to speak up, a smirk pulling at his face. “Forger and Blackbell. I bet you two were talking about something stupid, like always.” 

“We were actually talking about baby clothes,” Becky shot back. It had been more of a one-sided conversation, but Anya didn’t mention that. “Since Anya is gonna be a big sister.”

“We know, you’ve only told us a bajillion times,” Emile said, rolling his eyes. “Big deal.”

“Damian’s big brother is perfect. That’s why Damian is perfect too,” Ewen added, gesturing to the boy standing in the middle of their trio. Damian stayed silent and impassive while Ewen went on. “You better clean up your act or you’ll screw up the kid before they even enter school.”

“I’m gonna be a great big sister,” Anya retorted. “I’ll play with them all the time and share my toys and candy. And give them important life or death advice!”

Emile tsked. “I feel bad for the poor child already. Right, Damian?”

Damian looked haughty as ever, fists stuffed in his pant pockets, but he didn’t agree right away. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Demetrius had done that stuff with me, he thought. Anya’s eyes widened. 

“What’re you looking at?” Was what came out of his mouth instead when he caught Anya staring. “Sheesh. The first thing you should teach the kid is that staring all bug-eyed is creepy.” 

With that, the trio sauntered off, leaving behind a disgusted Becky and a shocked Anya. Bug-eyed?! 

“Whatever, don’t mind them,” Becky huffed. “I know you’ll be a great sister.”

“Thanks,” Anya said warmly. Sometimes she thought about how lucky she was to have Becky as a friend. At that moment, George walked by, stopping when he saw them.

“I heard about your baby sibling,” he said. Anya puffed up. 

“Yep, I’m gonna be a—”

“I’m sorry,” George sighed. Anya froze mid-sentence. 

“Huh? What for?” 

“What? You don’t know?” George turned his face up to the sky and, at that moment, a breeze ruffled by, exemplifying the melancholy expression on his face. “Why…your life as you know it is about to end.”

“WHAT?!” Anya hadn’t heard about anything like that. Was the baby going to kill her once it came?! But surely she’d win, right? She’d done Mama’s special training. But—no, wait. Anya balked. The baby was inside Mama. Did that mean it had her strength, too?! Anya’s head spun as she imagined a swole baby. She might just lose her life. 

“Stop talking nonsense,” Becky snapped, dragging Anya out of her reverie. “What do you mean, her life will end?” 

“You wouldn’t know, since you’re an only child,” George replied. “But I do. I got a baby sister last year.”

They’d heard about it. George, normally gloomy and sighing about his lack of a social life, had actually been excited and chatty leading up to the birth of his sister, just like Anya was now. “We know,” Becky said. “Congratula—”

“Don’t congratulate me!” George screeched, suddenly all up in their faces. Becky yelped and leapt back. “I was just like you. A fool, a clown, prancing around—” Anya took great offense to that. “—telling anyone that would listen that I was gonna be an older sibling. But do you know what being an older sibling entails?”

It was silent for a few seconds before Anya realized George’s question wasn’t rhetorical. “Um, no?”

“You become second place.” The fire that had lit in George suddenly died as he wilted, shoulders slouching. “Suddenly there’s an adorable baby. Who’s gonna pay attention to you when there’s the baby? Tell me, are there things you like to do with your parents?”

“Yeah!” The list was too long to fully recite, but Anya still prattled off, “Having teatime, playing spy, going to the park with Bond, doing picnics, watching Mama beat up bad guys, going in the secret doors in Papa’s office—” 

“Get ready to give all that up,” George interrupted decisively. “Because there won’t be any time for that stuff anymore. It’s either gonna be feeding the baby, or changing the baby’s diaper, or putting the baby to sleep, or playing with the baby. No room for you in there.”

Anya’s jaw slackened in horror. Could it be true? She didn’t want to believe that her life with Mama and Papa would change like that. But… Her heart seized. But I’m adopted. Even Mama knew that fact now, ever since she and Papa had come clean to each other about everything (not that they knew that Anya knew). What if they liked the baby more, since it was actually theirs? What if they decided they didn’t need Anya anymore? Realistically, she knew her Mama and Papa would never do that. But anxiety was rolling through her stomach. They’d already started telling her that with the baby, a lot of big changes would come.

Was one of the changes going to be Anya becoming an outsider? 

“Stop scaring her!” Becky scolded, looping a protective arm through Anya’s. “You’re such a downer, George.” With that barb, she dragged Anya away, muttering all the while about how stupid George didn’t know what he was talking about. “That’s not going to happen to you,” she told Anya, impassioned. “For one, my Loid does not discriminate. He’s not going to act all cold towards you just because there’s another kid. And Master Yor has a heart as open as the wide sea! She’s got enough space for a million kids, let alone just two.”

Even though Becky calling her parents “my Loid” and “Master Yor” still weirded her out, Anya was comforted by her best friend’s reassurance. Becky was right: Papa was the most just, level-headed person in the world. And Mama’s heart was the only thing as big and strong as her muscles. She felt her heart lighten up a little as relief filled her core. Everything was going to be fine. 

Or so she thought, until she reached home later that day.

When she opened the door, she was met with the sight of Franky lounging on the sofa. 

“Scruffy?” Anya asked as her Papa was entering the room. “Why are you here?”

“That’s exactly what I said,” he sniffed. He sounded discontent, although he looked awfully comfortable with a cup of coffee and a plate of snacks spread out before him. He turned to Loid. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m not a babysitter?!”

Loid ignored Franky and turned to Anya. He was pulling on his suit-jacket, the one he wore when going out. “Hey there. How was school?”

“Meh. It was the same as usual. But…” Anya considered asking him about what George had said, but decided against it. It was stupid, and Papa was about to leave anyways. ”Where are you going?”

“I’m picking up Yor from work early so we can go to the hospital,” he explained. “The doctor is going to check up on the baby’s growth.”

“Whoa. Can I come?”

Loud chuckled. “Unfortunately, it’s not exactly a thing you can bring a child to. It’s more between the parents, the doctor and the baby.” Anya felt a sting at that sentence. “Which is why Franky here generously offered to stay with you, as he often does.” Franky scoffed.

“Oh… um…” Anya floundered. “Can you help me with my math homework before dinner?” 

Loid’s eyes widened. “You want to work on math?” When Anya nodded, a proud look crossed his face, one that Anya relished in. But the good feeling quickly dissipated when Loid sighed regretfully. “It might take some time at the hospital. We’re planning to be back by dinner. I’ll help you afterwards if there’s time.”

“Oh.” Anya swallowed dryly. She’d never been disappointed to not do math before. “Okay. Bye, Papa.”

He knelt down to hug her. He’d been doing that more often lately. Will he stop once the baby comes? Anya wondered. “Goodbye Anya,” he said, turning around to pin Franky with a stare. “Make sure you behave yourself.”

“Hey, why does it feel like you’re saying that to me?” 

Loid got up, put his hat on, and departed with one final wave, leaving Anya and Franky in the living room.

“You know, I could help you with math too,” Franky said. “I’m a bit of an engineering genius myself.” Anya must not have done a good job of masking her unimpressed-ness, because Franky sat up straight with an incredibly offended look. “What’s that expression?! I’m offering to help you out here!” 

“Why would I want to do math?” Anya asked. She decided to bum around in her room with Bond until her parents got back and left, leaving a flabbergasted Franky behind. 

A few hours later, Anya heard the front door opening and rushed out of her room. “Mama! Papa! You’re back!” 

“Hello, Anya!” Yor opened her arms and swept Anya into a tight hug. She noticed Franky in the living room and smiled at him. “Hello, Franky. Was everything alright?”

“Hey, Yor. Yeah, everything was fine.” As gruff as Franky was with Loid, he’d taken to being extra nice with Yor ever since he found out about her pregnancy. He said it was because he wasn’t going to risk his neck by invoking her (or Loid’s) wrath, but Anya had read his mind. He was excited about meeting the baby in the future. It was a fact that had made Anya laugh before, but now her stomach twisted uncomfortably. Would even Franky be forgetting about her in lieu of the baby?

“How’s the baby coming along?” Franky asked. 

Yor and Loid exchanged a smile. “The fetus is about seven centimeters long now,” Yor said. “And the heartbeat is going strong.”

“How big is seven centimeters?” Anya asked. Loid thought for a few seconds before gesturing to her hand.

“It’s roughly the size of your fist,” he said. Anya clenched her hand and held it up. The baby was awfully small. 

“Hmm. That’s good.” Franky’s stiff words were offset by the growing grin on his face. “Hey, now is the time to start thinking about names, isn’t it? I propose Franklin Junior. Very distinguished.”

Loid’s lip curled up in disgust while Yor laughed. “What if it’s a girl?”

“Frankette. Frankina. There’s lots of options.” 

“Shouldn’t you get going?” Loid asked. Clearly he wasn’t going to risk the chances of Yor actually liking Franky’s suggestions. “It’s getting late.”

“Wow. You’ll have me over three times a week to babysit but I can’t stay for five minutes on my own?”

“You could join us for dinner,” Yor offered. Franky’s scowl eased into a smile as he turned to her.

“Nah, I was just kidding. Besides, I have got a hot date tonight.” He gathered up his things and patted Anya’s head. “Bye, kid. Enjoy your dinner. And I’m raising my rates for babysitting from here on out!” With that, he slammed the door shut. Loid rolled his eyes. 

“Always a handful,” he grumbled. His face melted into a warm smile as he turned to Yor, though. He’d started doing that even before they had told each other their secrets. “I made roasted vegetables earlier today. Do you think you can eat some of that?”

Yor nodded, resting a hand on her stomach. She was only a little over 3 months along, so her coat still covered the small bump. Papa said the bump would get bigger and bigger until it was the size of a watermelon—Anya couldn’t imagine that. “I think those will be good. My body doesn’t reject them as much, at least.” Yor had been suffering morning sickness for the past few weeks. The doctor said it was normal, but Loid still tried finding foods that would make her as less sick as possible. 

They sat down to eat dinner. They all talked to each other like usual, but Anya could read their minds and tell that they were thinking about the baby, too. 

We could convert the unused bedroom into a nursery, Papa thought. I’ve seen magazines and some parents do themes for the rooms, like nautical, or astronomical. Not to mention, some colors like subtle blues relax the body and mind. Something desaturated and pastel would be best to aid the baby’s comfort and growth to the fullest…

I wonder if we could use Loid’s old bedroom as a nursery, Mama was thinking at the same time. We could do cute decorations for the baby! Like knives… oh, that’s not very child-safe. Some well-contained poisons, then? A couple splashes of red on the wall for color-pop… 

Anya shivered. She didn’t really get it—the baby was hardly the size of a tennis ball right now! She couldn’t even read its mind because it didn’t have any thoughts yet. But Mama and Papa were already thinking about its room, and how they would decorate it, and what names would be good if it was a girl or a boy. 

George was right. Things had been changing under her nose and she hadn’t even noticed. Where did that leave her now? 

“Anya?” She jumped and looked up to see her parents watching her in concern. Yor cocked her head. “Are you alright? You haven’t eaten much.”

“I…” She hesitated. She didn’t want to complain and sound like an immature little kid—after all, she was eight now (technically seven, but that was irrelevant)—and put them off. She would have to ask George what to do at school tomorrow.

“I don’t like carrots,” she said instead, pushing them aside on her plate. 

“You should eat them,” Loid chided. “Carrots are good for you.”

“I think your little sibling may like them, too,” Yor said, a faint note of surprise in her voice as she had another piece. She hummed as if it were gourmet steak. “Oh! That’s good.” Anya wrinkled her nose. Of course the baby liked carrots. 

“Are we looking at a carrot craving?” Loid asked teasingly. “I have to say, it’s better than olives dipped in jam.”

“That was just for a couple days,” Yor said, cheeks stuffed with carrots and reddening. “Don’t bash it till you try it.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, leaning his chin on his hands. Anya could detect the sappiness entering their voices (and minds) and quickly shoveled the rest of her potatoes into her mouth. “Mmkay I’ma go now!” 

She had to figure out what to do, and quickly. 

…

The next day at school, Anya spent lunch break looking for George. She didn’t think it would be hard before, but she’d neglected to remember that 1) Eden’s campus was massive, 2) she was tiny and getting around took forever, and 3) George was a recluse, which meant he wasn’t in any of the places she checked first. 

Becky, bless her heart, was accompanying Anya on her search. Anya hadn’t told her why she wanted to meet with George, but after a while Becky frowned. 

“Hey, you aren’t still bothered by what he said yesterday, right?”

Anya froze in the middle of checking underneath a rock. Could Becky read minds too?! “Uhh… nooo?” 

Becky sighed. “I knew his words would bother you. He’s not right, you know.”

“You don’t get it!” Anya burst out. “I didn’t notice before, but the baby is all Mama and Papa think about. We don’t do stuff like before now. I even asked Papa to help me with math—which he loooves when I do—but there wasn’t time for even that! What if they already like the baby more than me?”

“Of course things are going to be different now that there’s a baby. That’s not a bad thing,” Becky soothed. “And they’re not gonna like the baby more. You’re their child, too!”

But I’m adopted. Anya bit her tongue. Nobody else knew that except for their family. Nobody else knew that Anya had been returned four times already because those other parents hadn’t liked her enough. She couldn’t lose this life she had now to the same thing. The very thought of it brought tears to her eyes.

“Oh, Anya!” Becky rushed forward, handkerchief already in hand. “Don’t cry…!”

“Ugh. I’ve seen enough of this,” a far-off voice muttered. The girls turned to see Damian stomping out from behind a pillar, looking incensed, with Ewen and Emile trailing close behind.

“Damian?” Becky was aghast. “Were you stalking us?”

“N-NO!” He yelled. “I just saw you two—running around looking for—and—ARGH!” He facepalmed. “Anyways, I just happened to hear what you guys said.”

“So you were stalking and eavesdropping?!”

“That’s not the point!” Damian snapped. He rounded on Anya, one finger outstretched. “You’re being totally stupid!”

“Wuh?” Anya sniffed. She couldn’t recall doing anything to make Damian this mad at her. At least, not yet. “What’s with you?”

“What’s with me? You’re the one taking George’s words seriously and crying about it!” he retorted. “Everyone knows that guy’s a total drama-queen.” 

“But-but he was right,” Anya said, voice wobbling. “The baby isn’t even born yet and… and Mama and Papa are already way busier than before.”

“Well, duh! If you’re growing a whole human, then things are gonna change for everyone around you.” Well, when he put it like that, Anya couldn’t even argue back. “You don’t even have to do anything for your parents to love you,” he continued. “And you won’t have to do anything special after the baby is born, either. They’ll love you anyways.” He scuffed the ground with his shoe. “That’s just what your parents are like.”  

I’m the youngest kid, and I’m nowhere near the favorite, he thought bitterly. So clearly it’s not a rule for parents to prefer the second kid. 

Anya stalled as she watched Damian. His words were relieving in their truth, sharp-tongued as they were, but his thoughts hurt to hear. All of the things she’d been fearing for the past day were things Damian already went through. She really was lucky. Mama always made sure to give her lots of hugs and she always protected her from bad guys. Papa, even when he didn’t show it, was proud of her for the good things she did. They talked to her and laughed with her and took her places. Her Mama and Papa were nothing like Damian’s parents. 

She wished his weren’t the way they were, either.

“Sy-on boy…” Anya was considering risking her life and giving him a hug (hugs always made her feel better, after all) when they heard approaching footsteps. All of them turned to see George, timely as ever.

“Ah, Anya!” He waved. “I was looking for you.”

“What? Why?” Becky was in front of Anya in a flash, glowering. “Are you gonna put more trash in her head?”

“Yeah, back off,” Damian said, much to Anya’s surprise. But George held his hands up, placating.

“Actually, I came to tell you I changed my mind about the sibling thing.”

Anya was too confused to even read his mind on this one. “...what?”

“You see, there was this action figure I wanted, but my parents got my sister a doll instead,” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “But they gave it to me today and said it was a surprise. So siblings aren’t really all that bad.”

It was silent. A breeze sent a few leaves twirling by as they all stared at George. Then—united for maybe the first time in all their years at Eden—Anya, Becky, Damian, Emile and Ewen turned around and walked away together. 

“Hey, where are you guys going?” 

“Total drama queen, like I said,” Damian muttered. At this point their lunch break was almost over. Anya felt a little embarrassed for wasting her (and, inadvertently, everyone else’s) time with such a silly problem. Despite that, though, she felt more relieved than she had been in the past 24 hours. Mama and Papa weren’t going to get rid of her. If Damian could see that, it must be really obvious.

It was when Becky got in a heated argument with Emile and Ewen about tanks that Damian, walking kind-of-next-to Anya but a little too distanced for them to be considered walking together, cleared his throat.  

“You should talk to your parents,” he said. “About what you told Becky, I mean. There’s no point in keeping that stuff to yourself.”

Anya tilted her head as she considered him. He was staring at the ground as they walked. She couldn’t figure him out, and his thoughts weren’t clear enough to be of any help. “Why do you care, Sy-on boy?” she asked, out of genuine curiosity rather than as a jab. 

His head snapped up at that. Anya could practically (and literally) hear him pushing down the urge to pick a fight. Instead, he gritted his teeth, then sighed. “It’s what I would do,” he admitted, “if I had the chance. You’re lucky.” 

She knew that she was lucky. Throwing all caution to the wind, Anya crossed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug.

As far as hugs went, it was pretty awkward. Mostly because he’d gone so rigid that it felt like she was hugging a mannequin. When she pulled back, his face was so red—practically exploding with anger!—that she instantly regretted her actions. Would he put her in jail for touching him? What if she had to spend the rest of her life paying off the debt from touching his rich-person clothes (they all had the same uniform, but still)?! She had to deflect his attention!

“You should come to my house when the baby is born,” she blurted. 

He said nothing. When she peeked into his mind, it was empty. How could it be totally empty? Was this what people meant when they said blind with rage?  

“Pink tanks are equally as functional, if not more!” Becky’s voice, growing in volume, floated over to her. “Who’s gonna look at a pink tank and expect actual damage? It’s a sneak attack in your face. It’s a Trojan horse! I’m not wasting time on this anymore!” She stomped back to Anya and grabbed her wrist. “Come on. It’s a total mistake to think these idiots could actually hold a good opinion,” she huffed. 

Anya heard it when Becky had already dragged her a few paces away from the boys. It was quiet, and could have easily been lost in the surrounding noise, but she heard Damian say it nonetheless.

“Okay.”

…

When Anya got home that day, both Mama and Papa were sitting in the living room. It was a little surprising since she hadn’t seen both of them at the same time this early in the day for a while now. On top of that, it looked like they’d been waiting for her from the way they both got quiet upon her arrival. 

“I’m home?” Her statement came out like a question from her confusion. “Is something happening?” 

“Why don’t you sit down?” Loid said, angling his head towards the sofa. Warily, Anya approached. She wished Bond was in the room so she could take a peek into the future. 

“Uhh…am I in trouble? I swear I didn’t mean to break the green bowl! It was an accident!”

“You’re not in—wait, that was you?” Loid squinted at her. Anya laughed a little too loudly and scrambled onto the sofa. 

“So what’s going on?”

Loid relented and traded a look with Yor. Anya could hear snippets of their thoughts, but couldn’t make any sense of them. Talk to her…recently been feeling…developing…killing anyone who dares harm…efficient communication… It probably didn’t help that their wildly different thoughts were jumbling together. 

“We’ve noticed that you’re a little down recently,” Yor said. “And we were worried about you.” 

Anya felt a pang of guilt at those words. They had worried about her. She almost decided not to tell them what had brought her down because it felt even sillier now, but Damian’s words floated into her head. There’s no point in keeping that stuff to yourself. It’s what I would do if I had the chance. He was right—Anya could bottle it all up and get worried about it again in the future. Or she could confess to her parents and hear what she needed to hear from them. 

“Um… well, the thing is…” Anya felt awkward looking at their faces while confessing possibly the most embarrassing thing she’d done this year, so she fidgeted with her fingers in her lap instead. “See, George at school, he got a baby sister last year. And he told me that once a baby is born the first kid gets forgotten about. He said it becomes about the new baby and there’s no time to do fun stuff with your parents anymore. And I kinda remembered how you were always so busy, even though the baby is, like, only as big as my hand right now.” She was rambling, but was met with silence, so she continued. It was actually a little relieving to spill it all out. “So I got scared… because… I’m adopted and I thought once the baby was born you might not want me anymo—” 

Anya found herself suddenly yanked into a solid, warm embrace. When she reoriented herself, she realized her Mama had wound her arms around her, one hand on the back of her head. Warm drops plipped onto her head and Anya realized that Mama was crying. 

“That will never happen,” she whispered, kissing the top of Anya’s head. “Oh, Anya. Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

Even more embarrassingly, Anya felt a lump in her throat. “Because it’s stupid. And I know you and Papa wouldn’t do that. But I got scared by what George said anyways.”

A third, warm hand smoothed down her hair. Papa was sitting next to them now. “Your feelings aren’t stupid,” he said softly. “I was thinking about how we might not have properly gotten you used to the idea of having a sibling. But you handled everything so maturely.”

Anya didn’t think freaking out at George’s dramatics and crying in front of her friends was very mature, but Papa’s praise made warmth bloom in her chest anyways. “I was?”

“You were excited about your sibling before anything else.” Yor slightly eased her hold on Anya. The girl leaned back to see both of her parents beaming down at her. “Do you know why this baby is going to be an extremely lucky child?”

“Because they’ll have you and Mama for parents,” she replied, remembering Damian’s words again. You’re lucky. 

“And you as a big sister. You’re going to be an exemplary role model, Anya.”

“...I am?” Anya blinked. “Even with my grades… and my bolts?”

“Yes. Because those things don’t make a person.” Papa poked her chest. “You have a big heart, Anya. You do what’s right and you care about the right things, too. I believe the baby will flourish under your guidance.” 

“We’ll always love you, Anya,” Yor added. “No matter what. And your little sibling will, too.” 

Anya felt like her heart would overflow. Her Mama and Papa couldn’t undo all the times she’d been returned, but for the first time Anya was grateful that she hadn’t stayed with the Levskis, the Williams, the Roches, or anyone else. 

Because then she would have never been a Forger. 

“I’ll tell you everything from now on,” she promised, voice muffled by Yor’s sweater. “I promise.”

“Good.” They stayed like that for a while, the three of them wrapped up, and at some point Bond woke up from his nap in the other room and came over to join them. 

Anya got a fuzzy glimpse of the future from the dog. It looked like she, Mama and Papa were out shopping somewhere, pushing a shopping cart. They were looking at different baby toys. 

Anya was excited. She’d make sure to pick out the best toy for the baby. 

[enhyqenn]

❝ enhypen during your period ❞ — ot7

pairing. ot7 x fem!reader

wc. 1.8k | genre. fluff

note. y'all i've had this in my drafts since february oml and i decided to finally edit it so here you go loves

희승 | heeseung.

• alright, his knowledge comes with his age

• because he’s the fake maknae oldest, if the other boys have questions about what to do they probably come to him !

• i believe he’d be the type to give you everything you want, no hesitation

• i see him running you a warm bath and just sitting outside the tub possibly even feeding and talking to you as a distraction from any discomfort

• after the bath he’d wrap you in a towel and let you dry off while he goes and grabs clothes

• and by that i mean he stands there looking at his closet for like 5 minutes trying to decide what to give you

• decides on a plain t-shirt and a pair of his CLEAN underwear i swear, if you’ve ever shared underwear with someone ur bonded for life i don’t make the rules

• ends up PUTTING THE CLOTHES ON FOR YOU 💀💀

• you’re all like “now what the hell- 🤨”

• man doesn’t have time for ur questioning

• “arms up, we don’t have all day”

• visibly uwu’s at the sight of his clothes on you…even tho he’s seen you in them a bajillion times before this

• “i could’ve done this on my own you know”

• “no you couldn’t have.”

• on a final note, it would be illegal to not add that he makes you as much ramyeon as you want 😩

rest of the members under the cut !

종성 | jay.

• his specialty is cooking and massages

• no one can change my mind on this

• although he says he has no experience with relationships, i think he’d still be awesome at dealing with you and your period

• mans is very knowledgeable wbk

• though i think that out of the seven he’d be the first one to be irritated by your mood swings

• that’s alright though bc you already snap at him all the time for his constant yelling so everything’s mutual ☺️

• BUT with that said, he has sm patience

• idk how he does, i’m literally the most impatient person there is so i really admire that abt him

• n e ways, he WILL treat you like a queen

• if you have any cravings, he’d go get it before you could even finish your sentence

• AND when you have cramps-

• he’d be the type of bf to massage your lower tummy :((

• UGH WE ALL NEED A PARK JONGSEONG IN OUR LIVES

• he also spoils the living hell out of you i swear

• you’d send him to the store for pads/tampons and he’d come back with the whole snack aisle, plus some sort of stuffed animal, a warm meal, AND a random item he remembered you had said you wanted awhile back

재윤 | jake.

• ahhh jakey 🥰

• i love him

• another ramyeon lover so expect tons of that

• knows how much you adore him and his accent so he’d 100% talk you to sleep if you want or need him to

• would be the sweetest bf i just know it :[

• fall asleep on his chest, BABE I PROMISE YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT I SWEAR

• will play with ur hair while you guys are cuddling and watching bolt ☹️

• “keep doing that it feels good”

• “ok”

• says it so nonchalantly but is grinning like an idiot while softly scratching your scalp absjsnsjjsns

• tries his best to never EVER irritate you

• he doesn’t like to see you mad, and he knows you’ll cry right after all your feelings hit and you actually realize ur mad

• he’d probably be everyone’s dream bf although he already is

• ahhh i’m sorry this is kinda short >_< i just don’t have anything else to say than he is the IT bf you wanna have by ur side when all hell breaks loose

석훈 | sunghoon.

• now this mf-

• please i just know he’d be teasing you while you’re having bad mood swings

• he’d get one sentence out and you’re already sobbing

• man is standing there like 😟🧍‍♀️

• “fuck. i didn’t mean to actually make her cry”

• but then in ten seconds flat you’re angry at him for having the audacity to say something brash to you

• would awkwardly hug you as an apology and offer to cuddle which i feel like he doesn’t initiate often so be thankful

• since he has a younger sister i think he’d be knowledgeable but also kinda clueless at the same time ??

• for example, he’d know to have snacks prepared and will even give you space, but ask him to go get you pads or tampons ??

• babe ur gonna have to walk him through it. baby steps ppl

• if you asked him to go buy more pads/tampons, the man would straight up go “absolutely not”

• but you beg him nonstop for the next 10 minutes and he finally gives in when you threaten to bleed on HIS sheets 😩

• he practically SPRINTS to the nearest convenience store

• keep in mind tho that he definitely had to call you at least twice to make sure he was getting the correct things LMAO

• “yeah, that’s what i thought. not gonna buy ur gf her menstrual cycle stuff? better think again buddy 🙄”

• literally shoves all the stuff at you when he gets home

• “i swear to god-”

• “oh calm down you big baby. i had plenty of stuff, these are just for next month :)”

• takes him a few seconds to realize what you said before he turns on his heel and walks off

• after you put your pads/tampons away you track him down--which wasn’t hard to do, he was just lying on his bed stomach down--and fell on top of him, resting your chin on his shoulder

• “why do you act all cold all the time? you know you love me”

• cue him turning his head to glare at you

• but ofc it doesn’t stay long bc you look cute clinging to him with a smile on your face

선우 | sunoo.

• ok for some reason i feel like he knows EXACTLY what to do, no questions asked

• cuddles? done. food? done. need more pads or tampons? DONE. just need to cry in someone’s arms because you saw a cute cat on your tik tok fyp? that’s fine! he’ll cry with you

• this boy 100% understands the assignment and aces it

• like, one time you two were just in bed on your phones cuddling and you were suddenly like “it’s hot get off of me”

• poor baby was a little hurt but scooted away from you nonetheless

• and legit not even two minutes later you’re like “wait come back i miss you and need to show you this fox, it looks JUST like you”

• he’ll be all :D “okay !”

• extremely happy when you’re super clingy cause he can just chill while you latch onto him like a koala

• ok now one day you were super emotional

• you were changing out of your day clothes into something much comfier when all of a sudden cramps just hit you

• definition of 😳😟😐🥺😭 halfway through pulling up your sweatpants lmao

• PLEASE SUNOO JUST WALKS IN ON YOU CRYING AFTER RUNNING TO THE STORE AND KINDA JUST WHIPS OUT A CHOCOLATE BAR HE BOUGHT OUT OF PANIC

• “would you like some chocolate ??”

• you immediately stop crying 💀

• i mean who wouldn’t it’s frickin chocolate

• you two spend the rest of the day watching movies, eating snacks, and cuddling 😽

정원 | jungwon.

• an absolute king. enough said.

• nah i’m just playing

• but fr i think he’s the type to want to learn more about menstrual cycles so he can help you

• absolutely 100% tracks your period

• probably knows you better than you know yourself tbh

• “oh no don’t eat that i read salt is bad for cramps. have this dark chocolate bar instead.”

• “but i want chips ??”

• “fine, but don’t come crying to me later when you feel like shit”

• you eat the entire party size bag of chips bc who does this boy think he is 🙄

• spoiler alert: he’s ur boyfriend and he was very right

• so, with your uterus currently trying to kill itself, you begged jungwon to get you a heating pad

• boy has the MF A U D A C I T Y to look at you and go “told ya so”

• you almost threw your phone at him 😍

• the only thing that stopped you was that he complied before you even got to chance to do so

• you looked at him like 😑 “mfer that’s what i thought”

• still a little irritated, both from your lovely bf and the invisible fist punching your abdomen, you aggressively forced jungwon to hold you :]

• “if you don’t cuddle me ur sleeping on the couch”

니키 | niki.

• oh boy

• would definitely call konon (his older sister) to help him out

• “are you sure that’s supposed to help her?” type shit

• he’d also avoid you cause he heard that ‘girls want space’

• and while that is true (in some cases), on this particular day all you wanted was to be held by your too-tall boyfriend

• so of course you’re like “why won’t he come near me? did i say something mean earlier? ☹️”

• babe, you didn’t, the boy just wanted to give you what he thought you wanted

• SO

• when you confront him he’s all like 😟

• “dammit why’d i do that” in his head tho

• and ur all like “if i did say something, i’m sorry-”

• you don’t get to finish ur sentence bc boy just grabs your wrist and drags you to the nearest comfortable surface (which happens to be your bed) and pulls you down on top of him 💀

• now it’s your turn to be all 😟 bc u didn’t expect that AT ALL

• but you relax and just let yourself be held by mr nishimura riki aka enhypen’s known cuddler :((

• “you didn’t do anything wrong dw”

• “then why’d you avoid me for a given amount of time ??”

• kinda dodges looking at you before answering

• “konon normally wants nothing to do with me when she’s on her period so i thought you’d be the same way”

• ugh this boy

• “well, i want everything to do with you :)”

• bye i feel like you can tell he and hoon are my biases🚶‍♀️

• N E WAYS

• y’all nap together for the rest of the day bc he doesn’t want you to feel alone anymore ☹️

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song vi (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader   au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, smut; basically a montage of the sex they’ve been having during the rest of the summer lol, they can’t keep their hands off one another, seokjin’s mouth gets progressively dirtier as time goes on, he also gets strategic with condom storage, smut includes; 69, face riding, condomless sex, creampie, biting, (light) spanking, there’s cute things too, like arin’s birthday party and oc meeting his parents   words; 12,064

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

You spent the whole of Sunday in bed – which you thought was Seokjin’s plan all along, only finding your way downstairs to eat, and even then he couldn’t keep his hands off you for long enough. (Not that you minded.) He was making the most of it, he told you, before he had to leave you for work. That, and he was waving goodbye to his celibacy the right way… Despite your snort, you understood what he meant. You had fun familiarising yourself with the wonders of sex again… Miraculously blessed with an abundance of energy. Although, when it came to Seokjin, how could you even think about resisting him?! You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. And neither could he… 

“Mmm. What time is it?” You asked Monday morning, voice heavy with sleep, eyes still closed as you heard Seokjin’s alarm go off. He stirred beside you, sitting up to knock the device off before burrowing back under the covers to wrap his arms around your naked body. 

“Half 6,” he grumbled, mouth pressed against the back of your neck. “I don’t want to work.” With one squeeze to his chest, you felt that very obvious erection of his pressed against your ass. “Can’t I just stay here for the rest of the day? Inside you…”

You giggled, attempting to roll over and face him. A hand cupped your cheek instantly, puffy lips finding yours. Morning Seokjin wasn’t good for your heart. His messy hair flopping over his eyes, pillow marks marring his skin, the slight stubble beginning to grow along his top lip… It was all just so… sexy, and now you were wide awake. Still, some teasing couldn’t be helped. 

“We literally spent yesterday all day in bed…”

“Yes, and it was amazing,” he declared. “I’d do it all again today.” 

You raised an eyebrow, a palm holding him steady at the waist. “All again? You do realise we still have all week to go, right? I wouldn’t want you to fail on me so soon…” 

He huffed out a laugh, fingertips ever so cheekily grazing the underside of your right breast. “You underestimate me…” His voice was still gruff from sleep, it made his words ripple through your body, settling between your legs. “I still have 95% of the condoms to use. So,” he grinned, dipping his head to capture your mouth. “You,” – he rolled you onto your back expertly – “better,” – he kissed your throat – “keep,” – then your cleavage – “ up.” His tongue around your nipple had you gasping out immediately, back arching, wanting more. 

Spreading your legs, he nestled in between them easily, the muscles of his meaty thighs protruding as he kneeled up slightly. You gripped them urgently, needing to anchor yourself somehow, knowing what was about to come. 

His teeth grazed your nipple as he dragged away, lifting his head up to smirk. “What do you say, baby, one for the road?”

Baby. Yesterday he’d become quite partial to that word, learning quite quickly what it did to you, what effect it had on you. (Yes, a curse word – or two, or more – may have slipped out of you yesterday… He’d won, embarrassingly soon.) 

You refrained from rolling your eyes, but still told him to shut up. Two minutes later he was buried inside you making you moan out his name. 

It wasn’t even 7am. 

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.

When Seokjin finally got off to work (after about a bajillion kisses…), you slipped into the shower, attempting to work it without breaking it. With that successful, you wondered downstairs to make some breakfast. It was strange being inside his house alone. You’d arrived to meet him for lunch early a couple of times, yes, but Misook and Arin had always been there ready to greet you. Today it was just you, playing music as loud as you could just to drown out the deafening silence as pottered about in the kitchen. After eating, you washed the dishes (most leftover from yesterday) in the sink, unsure how to set the dishwasher correctly, and wondered to yourself how Seokjin had managed to cope living here alone before Arin moved in… 

You busied yourself with unpacking your case, not having a chance to do it yesterday – too preoccupied – while watching the clock. You had a lunch date with Soojung at half 11. You’d managed to text her a brief reply yesterday but other than that you’d been AWOL. You knew it must’ve been killing her. By the time you met up at the food court, she was frothing at the mouth, desperate for all the details, which you gave to her in hushed whispers over a shared thin crust margherita. You didn’t divulge all though, just enough to keep her nosey butt satisfied. 

“This is not fair at all,” she whined. “You were getting dilfed the hell down and I was getting farted on by Tae.” 

You laughed, wholly impressed. “You’ve turned it into a verb now? Very creative. I’m so glad to have you as a best friend.” 

Although, she wasn’t so happy to have you as one when you confessed to telling Seokjin about his plethora of nicknames… 

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.

Seokjin came home a little earlier than you’d expected. After lunch with Soo, you’d popped to the local grocery store, picking up a few things for dinner and then you’d sat in front of the television for the afternoon. It wasn’t the most productive day you’d had by any means, but you felt contented, excited to greet Seokjin after his long day at work. You were in the kitchen, beginning to prepare dinner when you heard his voice. 

“Honey?” Before you had time to reply, he was calling your name, closer down the hallway. “Y/N? Where are you?”

“Kitchen,” you called back. 

You weren’t looking when he entered, back to him, so suddenly you were engulfed in his arms from behind. He held your back to his chest tightly. “Hey,” he murmured, nestling into your neck. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” you said with a smile, holding his hands that were around your stomach. 

He shook his head, pressing his crotch to your ass. “No, I really missed you.” 

“Seokjin,” you hissed in surprise, feeling his erection instantly. You were getting déjà vu. Laughing, you wriggled around, facing him. He already had his tie loosened around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt free. “Control yourself. You’ve literally just gotten through the door.” 

His facial expression looked immediately agonised. “I can’t. You’ve awakened the beast.” 

“The beast?” You snorted. 

He stared you down. “Yes.” And then he was on you, no time to return his kiss with just as much enthusiasm before he was at your neck, growling playfully. You fell into a fit of giggles, held prisoner by his hands pinned to your hips. “I was – distracted – all – day.” He informed you between tugs of your skin, tongue dutifully swiping where he’d bitten. He repeated. “Couldn’t stop thinking –  about you naked – and moaning my – name – while I ate your–”

“Seokjin!” you roared, heat instantly travelling up your face. You swore his mouth was getting dirtier by the hour. It made sense. He was teasing in nature… you just needed some time to get used to it. You would not let him finish that sentence for fear your legs would collapse beneath you. 

He broke away and leaned back, pupils so dark you could just about make out the brown of his irises. He panted slightly, lips wet. “Do you want to?” 

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Right here?” It didn’t practically look like he was about to sweep you up in his arms and dash you up to the bedroom if the urgent grinding of his crotch was anything to go by…

He grinned wolfishly, tilting his head. “Why not?”

“It’s not very sanitary.” You glanced to your left as you spoke, eyeing up the two bell peppers you’d placed on the counter five minutes before Seokjin and his penis had shown up… 

You watched in pure disbelief as Seokjin eased back and pulled a square foil packet out of his inner breast pocket. “Why? I have protection.” 

“What the hell?” You exclaimed. “Why do you have a condom with you?” He’d gone to work with that in his pocket? Attended meetings? Was he crazy? 

“It’s not what it looks like.” He chuckled, looking momentarily bashful. “I just thought… easy access. We never know when we’ll need one.” 

Folding your arms, you stared at him. Frustratingly you were unable to keep the corners of your lips from quirking up. “We’ll need one at your office?”

He shrugged casually, a smug smirk on his face. “Who knows. I’m a man of very many fantasies…” 

Oh, my god. Unbelievable. But you couldn’t pretend that his words weren’t having an effect on you, nor that the office fantasy didn’t sound hot… You stepped forward, hooking your fingers between his belt and slacks, pulling him forward – which was easy because he was caught off guard. “Enough small talk. Are you going to fuck me in your CEO suit, or what?”

He composed himself expertly, hands reaching for your waist as he leaned in. “First of all, hearing you curse will never not completely obliterate me, and second of all…” He paused to grin, so full of himself it was unbelievable. “You want me to fuck you in my suit?”

“Uh huh.” You nodded, tugging on his tie. 

And fuck you in his suit he did, spread on the counter, your tank top yanked down so he could watch your breasts bounce as he pounded into you…

You spent the Tuesday in his home office, making the most out of idle time to lesson plan for your new class come September. You facetimed Soojung (who tried her best to get you to give her a house tour) and then ended up sunbathing with a book for an hour or so outside. After Seokjin came home he called Arin, asking her what she’d been up to so far and if she was having fun. Despite how much he was enjoying your company you could tell he was missing his daughter, even if he didn’t explicitly tell you with words. You sympathised with him, it must have been weird not having her around. 

Unsure what to do for dinner, Seokjin suggested making a last minute dinner reservation. That sounded fine by you, too lazy to think of preparing something tonight, so off you went upstairs to get ready, but of course, Seokjin found ways of distracting you… (You were thirty minutes late for dinner.) 

The days were passing by quickly, and you could quite honestly say the week with Seokjin was bliss – and not just because of all of the sex. Although, it did play a very big role… It was the little things that meant the most, such as grocery shopping on the Wednesday afternoon. Generously, Seokjin had used two of his vacation days for the end of the week, saving the others he was due in the summer to spend with Arin for her birthday at the end of next month. He’d arrived home early on the Wednesday afternoon, informing you he would be making dinner tonight and as silly as it sounded, walking around the store while Seokjin pushed the cart was one of the sweetest activities you’d shared together. The domesticity of it made your whole day, but the pasta dish he prepared later that night almost ruined it. His seasoning quantities were a little off, shall we say, all those years out of practice, so it turned out he was a danger with those chilli flakes. However, the coughing fit you both had after the first bite made for great entertainment… You didn’t know whether you were crying with laughter or because your throat was on fire… 

The next day, as great as staying in bed and having sex all day sounded, Seokjin wanted to take you out and spend some time together as a couple. You were left to decide what you wanted to do, and of course you chose shopping. A new mall had recently opened up about an hour away and because you were so nervy on highways, you hadn’t had a chance to go yet. Seokjin was more than happy to take you, and kindly enough he did spoil you a bit that day. Usually you wouldn’t allow it (he’d tried it in the past), but there was no harm with once in a blue moon, was there? Besides, he got great use out of a few of the gifts too… One being the black skimpy laced lingerie he’d picked out… (The panties had an open crotch…) That evening you shared a bath and a bottle of champagne before you’d given him a very indulgent fashion show… 

On Friday, you prepared a picnic and went hiking, which left Seokjin with an incredibly (and comically) red nose even though he’d applied sunscreen. You spent the afternoon cuddling in front of the television, making the most out of your last day alone together. Truthfully, you felt a little sad at the prospect of tomorrow. You missed Arin too and couldn’t wait to see her but spending your days so intimately and lovingly with Seokjin had been amazing. You told him just as much gone midnight, wrapped up in his arms and bedsheets, head pressed against his sheened chest as you listened to his heartbeat slowly even out. This week had made you fall for him harder – if possible – and you were sad it was ending, but just so excited this was only the beginning… He kissed you long and hard, agreeing wholeheartedly, words unneeded. 

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Arin was due back early afternoon, so you and Seokjin shared breakfast together before you packed up your things. He clung to you the entire time, sighing every time you folded up an item of clothing and placed it in your case. 

“How will I function without having sex with you every morning?” He bemoaned after one particularly loud unhappy exhale. 

“I’m sure you’ll manage,” you laughed. He was unbelievable. And whiney. But then again, so were you… 

Stood beside your car an hour later, saying your goodbyes, you hugged him tight. “I’m going to miss youuu.” How were you expected to sleep alone tonight?! It wasn’t fair. 

It was now Seokjin’s turn to chuckle at your ridiculousness. “I’m not going anywhere.” He assured, cupping the back of your head as you pulled back to look at him. His expression softened instantly. “But I feel the same.” Kissing your nose, he smiled. “You know that you can spend the night here anytime you want though, right?” 

You held out until Monday. You wanted to give Arin some time alone with Seokjin after her week away, you bet she’d missed her father like crazy, but apparently she’d missed you too… Seokjin called you while he was at work – his second call of the day. (His first had been at six o’clock this morning, waking you up to let you know he (and his dick) missed you.) Arin had asked him to ask you if you wanted to come over tonight for an impromptu movie night. You were touched to say the least. You let Seokjin know you’d  be there 6pm on the dot with snacks at hand. He told you to bring an overnight bag… 

Having sex with Arin under the same roof took some time to get used to. The first time was so hilarious looking back. It was 1am, time was ticking on and Seokjin had to be awake in under six hours, Arin was long asleep – and across the hall! Yet still you were both anxious fools, listening out for the slightest of noises just in case the unthinkable happened. Not that it would have, Seokjin knew Arin was a heavy sleeper so there was little chance of her barging in… but it still didn’t stop him from whispering “What was that?” every five minutes, eyes pulled wide like a deer caught in headlights. 

It definitely got easier though, and soon movie nights became a regular thing as the last weeks of summer rolled by. You had a routine; one movie of Arin’s choice and then it was her bedtime, and then if Seokjin and you felt like it, you’d choose a movie yourselves to watch. Tonight was a Saturday, so after Enchanted had finished and Seokjin put Arin to bed, you decided to watch something too seeing as he didn’t have work the next morning.

Halfway in, however, you were getting distracted… Your hand sneaking inside the blanket you had wrapped around the both of you to run up and down Seokjin’s thigh. This week had been an odd one. Your boyfriend had been super busy with work and you’d missed him – obviously. You’d done well to keep your hands off him for this long, now you were finally caving…

“I guess this movie is boring?” Seokjin whispered into the darkness, face lit up with a blue glow. His eyes sparkled as your gazes met, your palm hovering over his crotch. He lifted his hips a touch, brushing against you. 

“No,” you grinned, leaning in to kiss him. “You’re just more interesting…” 

He chuckled against your lips. “I definitely agree with that.” 

Groaning, you went to lift your hand away but he snatched it back, pressing you into him, encouraging you to rub. With your tongues entwined, you soon felt his erection stirring, cock stiffening under his sweats. 

It was a wonder you both heard the creak of the wooden floorboards in the hallway – but thankfully you did. Movements stilling, you pulled back. Eyes wide in question, you mouthed, “What was that?”

You both listened out for another noise, hearing the tell-tale sound of footsteps walking towards the movie room. “Arin,” Seokjin breathed, and just like that the moment was over. You broke apart, Seokjin rearranging his junk expertly (a round of applause) before he stood up. 

On cue, a tiny voice sounded from behind the door. “Daddy?”

“Arin, sweetie, what is it?” He asked, walking over to pull it open. 

Arin was stood there, looking perfectly wide awake hugging her rabbit plush. “I can’t get to sleep.” 

“And why’s that?” Seokjin asked. 

She ignored him completely, walking into the room. “What are you watching?”

“A grown-ups movie,” he replied, sounding amused. “Come on, let me take you back upstairs. Say goodnight to Y/N again.” 

Arin whined loudly, turning to her dad. “But I can’t sleeeep!” 

“Maybe she can stay up for a little while?” You suggested, looking over at Seokjin before you turned your attention to Arin. “Until you’re tired, hm, Arin?”

Her face lit up immediately. “I think that’s a great idea, Y/N.” 

You laughed and Seokjin wasn’t close behind, bending down to squeeze Arin’s sides, playfully causing her to squeal. “Do you, little miss?” You met Seokjin’s gaze, both of you coming to terms with the fact your moment had been well and truly ruined. It was fine… You had later on tonight… 

“It’s the weekend, she can stay up a little later than normal, no?” You asked with a smile. 

“Fine,” he mock sighed, pretending to only give in right now. 

Arin cheered in victory, rushing over to sit next to you on the sofa, cuddling in immediately. She had gotten what she’d came downstairs for. You wrapped your arm around her shoulders, an action that had become more than normal these past couple of weeks. The more time you spent here, the closer you had become. You were no longer the teacher who had started dating her father. You were now his girlfriend, someone she saw regularly, someone she could laugh and joke around with. Someone she felt comfortable around, and vice versa. You were Y/N. Just as your relationship with Seokjin was growing and developing on the daily, so was your relationship with Arin. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Arin looked up at her father and grinned. “Can we watch another Disney movie, Daddy?” 

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As it happened, Arin didn’t last an hour before she was fast asleep between you both, softly snoring, her bunny fallen forgotten to her side. Deciding to head upstairs too, you followed Seokjin as he carried her to her room, stopping by the entrance to watch him lay her down and place a soft kiss to her forehead. You smiled to yourself, warmth flooding your chest at the touching scene in front of you before you both headed off for Seokjin’s room and began getting ready for bed. 

Seokjin was lying on top of the mattress when you exited the bathroom, knowing you’d left your pyjamas in the closet somewhere. Only, the sight of him sprawled out in baggy shorts and a t-shirt, so casually sexy, had you suddenly distracted. In just your underwear, you viewed him from the end of the bedframe. “Where were we earlier?”

He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “I don’t know, I think I’m in a Disney Princess coma.” 

Chuckling, you placed a knee on the bed. “You enjoyed yourself really.” Then your hands. Then your other knee. Slowly crawling towards him. “Do you want to enjoy yourself now?”

He immediately sat up, back against the headboard, his eyes falling to your cleavage. He smirked softly. “That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.” 

Ten minutes later you had him in your mouth, knelt to his side, ass facing him as he rubbed and massaged the flesh to his heart’s content. “You’re so good at this,” he praised, his fingers slipping into the side of your underwear teasingly. You sucked him deeper. “Fuck. So good. Baby, let me make you feel good too.” He removed his fingers and ran them along your ass, stopping at your entrance to rub. You were soaked through, could feel it yourself. He moaned. Either because of your tongue or because of what he felt. Maybe both. “So wet and you’re only sucking my cock.”  

You slid your mouth off of him, running your fist up and down the solid and slippery length instead. He jerked his hips into your touch, chasing the pleasure. “Quit inflating your ego,” you quipped. 

He chuckled, turning to his side as his fingers moved up to the waistband of your underwear. “Mm. Like this?” 

You got the message loud and clear, letting him slide the fabric down your ass before settling down on your side too. You ran your fist over the tip of him as he rid you of your underwear altogether, wrapping his arms around your hips to angle your heat towards his mouth. You wriggled as you felt the first press of his tongue, earning you a quick, playful smack to the ass and after that you let him hold you tight, the tip of his tongue digging between your folds to flick against your clit. 

You leaned forward, wanting to return the favour, and sucked him back into your mouth, the angle now making it easier to slip him deeper. You’d never done something like this together before, which was surprising in itself considering the sheer amount of times you’d been unable to keep your hands off each other these past three weeks. It was so erotic hearing him groan against you as he continued to pleasure you, your own moans vibrating down his cock as you both grew more eager, lost in the feeling. 

He came first. It probably had something to do with the way you massaged his balls, concentrating on sucking the tip of him as his hips grew impatient and he began rocking into you. He moaned your name, mouth faltering, and all he could do was grip your ass tight as he felt his orgasm take over, grunting as you swallowed each drop. 

“I win,” you gleed softly, pulling away from him to kiss down his softening length. 

“Of course you do,” he murmured, sounding fucked out. “Fuck, I needed that.” Rolling onto his back, he ran his hands down your thighs. “Come here, let me kiss you.” 

Moving to straddle him, you leaned in and kissed him hungrily, still very much horny, and tasting yourself on his lips didn’t help matters. His hands cupped your bare ass, spreading it slightly so he could run his fingers along your lips, so wet he was sinking in before he could realise. 

You moaned, rocking into him and he cursed softly, pushing his head back into the pillows. He tugged you forward. “This way,” he got out, panting slightly, out of breath from the way you’d kissed him. You understood from the way he was lifting you up where this was going…

Moving up his body, your thighs were soon either side of his head. He wasted no time in lunging forward, mouth picking up where he left off. You held on to the headboard, careful not to press your entire body weight into him for fear of suffocating him. Not that he would mind, you thought… He was all over you, licking and kissing wherever he could reach, hellbent on tasting every inch of you, humming in enjoyment the entire time as you panted. 

You kept your eyes on him, one of your hands moving to caress his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, his forehead on show as well as those deadly eyebrows of his, currently furrowed in determination. When his dark eyes flickered up to your face, you shuddered, moaning loudly. He loved it. It set him off. 

“I love the way you taste so much,” he praised, pulling back to rub his thumb over your clit. You bucked into him, fluttering when he kissed the spot lovingly. “That right then,” he almost rasped. “It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while.” 

In other circumstances you’d 100% shoot a witty comeback his way, but not now – definitely not now.  Not when he was slipping two fingers inside of you right this instant. You were soon rubbing your hips into his face like a woman possessed, needing to feel his tongue again as you choked out a few extra moans. 

“Honey, that’s it,” he encouraged with a long groan. “Ride me a little. You have no idea how much this turns me on. I could get hard all over again.” 

Moaning, turned on by his words, you listened, relief flooding you when you felt the warmth of his tongue against your clit. You moved like you usually did when he had you spread on your back, grinding against his tongue, only this time you had a lot more control – and he seemed to love it, free hand digging into the side of your ass, the other dragging against your walls, making you tremble. With one hand clutching the headboard, the other in his hair you used the leverage to rock against him, the squelchy wet noises fuelling you further, until you were panting and out of breath, unable to take much more. 

You lifted your hips a little, feeling your legs tremble like jello, and let Seokjin kiss the inside of your thighs, his fingers now shallowly fucking you as you attempted to catch your breath. “I love how wet and warm and soft you are,” he groaned. His lips brushed past your clit, breath fanning over you. “You really have the most amazing pussy.” 

“Seokjinn,” you moaned, unable to stop from jerking against his face again. His mouth would be the death of you. He latched his lips against your clit, sucking the bud gently into his mouth over and over again. You were done for, sighs of pleasure rolling out of you as you stared down at him. 

“Mmm, baby? You gonna cum?” He asked, stroking your walls deeper, pressing and curling as he went. You nodded, incoherent noises all you could manage as your thighs tightened. “All over my face?” He prompted. 

You didn’t need much encouraging. 

It was inevitable the need for condoms would become unnecessary soon enough. Which was a shame really, given Seokjin’s bargain hunting, but it wasn’t long before they became a bind – inconvenient, more so. That, and you wanted nothing more than to feel Seokjin bare inside of you, to be as close as physically possible, and nothing could be as close to feeling him come inside you. It had been a while since you’d been on birth control, years obviously, but highly organised and a bit of a control freak, you’d be damned if you ever forgot to pop that pill every goddam day. 

The first time without a condom had been mind-blowing. You were under the impression sex with Seokjin couldn’t get better than it already was, but you were wrong – very wrong. You were home alone, Arin staying with her mom for the night and you were taking full advantage of the opportunity. Who needed dinner at a time like this? But Seokjin (who had now become reacquainted with his culinary skills) insisted on preparing a candlelit meal. It was almost reminiscent of your first time together entirely, Seokjin keen and eager to pull out all the stops, and you teased him to no end. Was coming inside you for the first time really that big of an occasion? His reply: Yes. Very much so yes. 

Not an hour later, half your plates still full and too excited for no more than ten minutes of foreplay, you were both naked, sweaty and way beyond control. The bedsheets were rumpled, barely hanging onto the bed as you rolled around, the pungent smell of sex in the air, and in hindsight, you should’ve knocked the aircon on… 

Not that you had time to think right now. You’d successfully gotten him onto his back, riding him into submission until all he could do was hold onto your breasts and meet each bounce with a roll of his hips. You clutched him to you, hands over his own as you concentrated on the burning pleasure travelling up your body. It had been a couple of weeks since the last time you’d been able to fuck with such abandon. Arin was obviously home 90% of the time and on the odd occasional Seokjin spent the night at your place, Soojung was there (maybe even Tae too), her bedroom right next to yours. 

Seokjin’s hands soon found their way clamped to your hips, pushing you back a little so he could see himself as he thrust up into you. You cried out, the sound of his skin thudding against yours telling you just how hard and fast he was pounding into you. His eyes were glued to where your bodies met and he could see perfectly just how well you were soaking his dick, just how good you were taking it, stretching over his girth. 

“I’m close,” he panted, hips stuttering. He slowed his pace, but kept the pressure, his cock getting deeper. You held on tightly to his thighs, anchoring yourself, your walls clamping down around him. He groaned, feeling every minute sensation without the latex barrier. “I’m so fucking close. Can’t wait to cum inside you.” 

You moaned in response, holding eye contact with him, your face contorted with pleasure, and that seemed to set him off, your pants and sighs of pleasure happening in unison as he sped up one last time, ready to fill you with his cum. The veins in his neck burst as he grunted and his cock twitched, flesh scorching. He fucked you through each wave of his orgasm, holding you still, your body jerking with the force. In the back of your mind you realised come tomorrow morning you’d be sore as hell, but honestly, who cared? 

Carried away, no longer able to think straight, his cock fell out of you with one awry thrust. He was growing flaccid anyway, sensitive, so it was impossible trying to push back inside of you. Which was sad because you were still a mess, warm with his cum and desperate for more relief. You plopped down on his thighs, your breasts rising up and down with each laboured breath and then Seokjin’s eyes caught something. Something seeping out of your body… 

“Fuck.” He half moaned in amazement. “It’s dripping out.” 

After that you didn’t have a moment to think. You were flat on your back before you could truly process his words, his fingertips circling your swollen entrance, smearing his cum in the process. You pulsed in anticipation, body greedy, and he gave it to you swiftly, plunging two fingers inside you. You moaned on impact, feet planted to the mattress as he started snapping his wrist, pushing his cum back into you. 

“Baby, you drive me crazy.” He husked, sounding positively tormented. “Look so pretty with my cum inside you.” All you could do was moan in reply, walls squeezing around his digits as he coaxed you to orgasm. “I can feel it,” he grunted, pressing his body into yours, his mouth chasing for a kiss. Your tongues meshed together urgently, kiss sloppy, done in haste. 

“Seokjinn…” Your voice was a whine and you clutched at his shoulders, closing your eyes when you felt his lips trail down your chin, moving southward, towards the valley of your breasts. 

He growled as your body jerked, his tongue swirling around one of your hard nipples. “You’ve started something now. I’m gonna have to cum in you every single day.” 

You were on fire. His words affecting you in ways you didn’t think were possible. “Don’t s-stop,” you implored, although if anything, he was snapping his wrist even faster now, fingers curved, hitting right where you needed. You moaned loudly. “You always make me feel so good. Mm. I’m-I’m… Fuck.” 

Grunting, your curse ruining him, he made his way back to your mouth. You held him tightly, back stuck to the bed with sweat. “Cum, baby.” He told you. “Please.” 

That sent you over the edge, waves of pleasure rocking your body and he swallowed each one of your moans greedily, his fingers gradually slowing, easing you through your orgasm until he slid out. He pulled back with a drunken grin. “You’re so sexy.” Then he looked down your naked body, sighing in wonder. “God, you’re amazing.” 

“Quit it!” You exclaimed with a laugh, whacking his shoulder. Still very much out of breath. 

Summer continued to fly by, not long left now until you were back at school. As much as the prospect excited you, you couldn’t help but feel a little dejected. Having so much time off had worked out perfectly for your relationship with Seokjin, because even though he was still very much busy with work, you had all the free time in the world to match his schedule. It made you sad to realise there would be no more lunch dates. No more impromptu midweek movie nights. Actually, thinking about it, staying over during the weekday would probably be pretty impossible too – with all the lessons you’d have to plan and the work you’d need to score. In fact, you were about to be a hell of a lot busier from September onwards. 

Seokjin reassured you as best he could. You’d fall into routine soon enough and things would work out. You could still meet up for lunch – he’d drive over and you’d eat in his car if needed, and you could still spend the night on a weekday. He’d wait patiently while you finished up work, make you dinner and then make sure you were asleep by 10pm. You appreciated the sentiment, he always did know how to cheer you up. Although his “Think of it this way, you left school single and now you’re going back with an incredibly kind and insanely sexy boyfriend. I’d call yourself lucky, if I was you.” wasn’t as treasured… He thought he was funny, but he wasn’t at all…

Still, you had two weeks left to go, there was no point being miserable over the inevitable. You’d had the best summer of your life, you were lucky. (Just not in the way Seokjin had implied…)

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“I can’t wait to take this off you tonight,” Seokjin murmured against your ear as he zipped the back of your dress up, insinuation deep in his tone. 

Turning around to face him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. “We can always skip tonight and go straight to the sex.” 

Laughing heartily, he tapped your ass. “Nice try. There’s nothing to be nervous about, okay?” He ignored your grumbling and stepped away, reaching for his cufflinks on the bedside table. “It’s just a dinner, honey.” 

“With a bunch of the country’s richest people,” you exclaimed, feeling sick all over again. Every few months or so Seokjin had dinner with a few of his colleagues. They brought their partners along, and this time Seokjin was ecstatic you would be joining him. You on the other hand were this close to hyperventilating. 

“That’s a small exaggeration,” Seokjin scoffed, cufflinks now attached as he made his way back to you. He cupped your waist, tilting his head to the side with a smile. “Besides, your boyfriend is included in that bunch. Are you nervous around me to?”

“Shut it,” you muttered, reaching to straighten his bow tie. He looked amazing in his suit tonight, hair parted to the side. Skipping dinner seemed like an excellent idea… But when he leaned in to kiss you sweetly, you knew you couldn’t. Seokjin was looking forward to “showing you off.” (His exact words.) I’m not a trophy, you’d shot back, but of course you knew he hadn’t meant it like that. It was sweet actually. He was proud. And happy. And cute. 

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you hugged him close. He nosed your neck, humming happily before nipping a patch of skin with his teeth, growling playfully. “Seriously, I can’t wait to rip this dress off you.” 

You squealed as he began to tickle your sides, trying to push him away. “Stop, you’ll crease it.” 

“It’s fine,” he reassured, easing up to gaze at you. “You’ll still look stunning. Always do.” The black floor-length dress you were in was nothing you were used to, and maybe that’s why your nerves were worse than what they should be but knowing Seokjin liked what he saw helped ease your reservations. How could it not? He always made you feel like a million dollars. 

He was looking forward to tonight, so you should try to as well… You had nothing to worry about. 

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You really didn’t. 

The night was a success. Despite your lives being vastly different, you got along with Seokjin’s colleagues well. They seemed like lovely people, especially the wife of Seokjin’s CFO. She was around your age, a couple of years older maybe, and you bonded over your favourite book series like a pair of nerds. You both left with a recommended reading list saved into your phones, numbers exchanged with plans of encouraging one another to read more. Seokjin was delighted you’d enjoyed yourself so much and you spent the chauffeured car journey to your place talking about the night. 

Although, as soon as you got inside was an entirely different story altogether. It had already been pre-decided that Seokjin would spend the night with you, Misook babysitting Arin at his home, and you soon realised that he had not been messing around when he’d informed you he was going to rip the dress off you. You weren’t even up the stairs before he was attempting to unzip you, bumping his crotch into your ass with every step as he kissed your neck, blowing raspberries as he went. 

“Shhh. Shush,” you giggled, trying your best to whisper successfully. “They may be still awake.” You knew Taehyung was staying over tonight too, he’d been here spread out on the couch before you’d left for Seokjin’s place this afternoon. 

“Better get you to your room quickly then.” He said confidently, pouncing on you at the top step as he wrapped his arms around your middle. 

You bit back a squeal, shoving your foot into his shin. “Seokjin!” 

In the privacy of your bedroom, you shut the door tight, turning back to see your boyfriend already stripping out of his tux jacket. He didn’t have shoes on either and as you looked around for them, spotting nothing, you realised he must have kicked them off back downstairs. When?! He reached for you, running his hands down your curves before they settled on your ass. He looked at you as if he wanted to eat you. Your stomach stirred, only now realising exactly where tonight was heading. He really hadn’t been bluffing… 

“Did I tell you how stunning you looked tonight?” He asked, popping his bowtie off and unbuttoning his shirt halfway. His collarbones sharp enough to cut, the outline of his chest clear enough to make you dribble. 

You chuckled, although you could hear the aroused tremble so obviously. “You may have mentioned it once or twice.” 

He smiled your way, although it was more like a smirk, and stalked towards you. “Turn around.” 

You obeyed in an instant. His fingers reaching for the zip of your dress. It was already halfway down – something you hadn’t realised. (He was obviously somewhat success back in the hallway.) As he revealed the expanse of your back he kissed the nape of your neck, gently pushing the straps over your shoulders to let the fabric slide down. With an expert snap he had your bra loose, removing that too, and it fell to the floor in front of you, hands reaching forward to cup your breasts, fingertips pinching your nipples. You moaned, disappointed when he moved, but then he started mouthing down your spine as he helped the dress along, surprising you when he crouched down, and then inevitably got on his knees, pushing the garment past your hips. He groaned when he saw your thong, lips parting to caress you with his tongue. 

“You have the most perfect ass,” he gruffed against the skin, giving you a squeeze. “Have I ever told you that? Could worship it all night.” 

Please, you wanted to murmur, but you held back, biting down on your lip as you felt him sink his teeth into one of your ass cheeks. What was with him tonight? You could already feel your arousal collecting between the small band of your panties. It wasn’t going to hold for long. 

“Let’s get you out of this dress.” Despite his casual tone, he tugged the garment harshly, causing you to stumble at the sudden movement. 

“Seokjin!” You chided lightly, clutching onto one of his hands now at your hip. “I still have my heels on, could’ve broken my ankle.” 

“I was here to keep you safe,” he assured you with a chuckle, and then as an afterthought, “Maybe you could keep them on while we…” 

You bumped your butt into his face, silently telling him to shut it, and kicked the footwear off, now able to remove your dress easily. Seokjin stood, spinning you to face him, mouth pressing into yours with haste. He kissed you passionately, wrapping his arms around you, holding you to him, your breasts pushed up against his chest. He was still clothed, but you could feel his erection pressing into your stomach. You wanted to touch it, but your hands were too busy caught up in his hair. 

“Bed,” he panted up against your mouth, practically lifting you up to push you down on the mattress. You settled on your elbows, watching him as he tore open the rest of his shirt buttons, throwing the item to the floor, his well-defined torso now on full display. 

He pounced on you, kissing you hungrily once more, so hungrily in fact, you needed to pull away to catch your breath. He moved to your cheek, wet kisses finding their way to your ear. Sensitive, you had to push him away with a hand to the chest. “Sorry, am I being too much?” He murmured, lips sticky. 

You shook your head with a shaky giggle. “I just can’t keep up.” 

“Just lay back and enjoy, baby.” His tone was reassuring, encouraging, and insanely sexy. He lifted your hips, scooting you up the bed to rest your head on the pillows. “Can you do that for me?” 

“Of course.” You watched him raise up on his knees, the clank of his belt making you pulse down below as he undid it. He unzipped his pants but made no effort to take them off, running his palm once along the curve of his length before he crawled over you. He placed a sweet kiss to your mouth, smiling as he pulled away. “Did you notice I didn’t go for dessert tonight?” Puzzled, you stayed silent waiting for him to explain. His smile widened, more of a grin now – a very amused one at that. “I was saving myself for something tastier.” 

You scoffed. He was unbelievable, but it was easy to let him get away with such corny lines. Especially when he had you spread out near naked on your own bed. “Lame!” You exclaimed, immediately clamping your hand across your mouth. You needed to remember to keep quiet, Soojung and Taehyung were asleep next door, but you were feeling uncharacteristically unbothered tonight, too eager and excited.  

He chuckled at your silliness. “Y/N, I’m pretty sure you’ve heard them have sex before. Think of it as payback.” 

His nonchalance was pretty attractive so you let his words ease your mind. Although maybe it had more to do with the way he was trailing kisses down your stomach… He leaned back to spread your legs, already bent at the knee. You were pretty sure your thong was doing nothing to protect your modesty anymore.  

He confirmed your assumption with a sharp intake of breath. “Honey, you’re soaking. I haven’t even done anything yet.” You braced yourself, waiting to feel the brush of his finger, but instead it was the softness of his tongue. He licked a strip up your clothed mound, a noise of delight rumbling from him. You pulsed uncontrollably, eager for more. 

He gave it to you. Lips wrapping around your hidden clit, tongue laving, soaking the delicate material even more. Your legs instantly squeezed around his head, unsure what to do with the sudden influx of pleasure before you moaned, rocking your hips into him gently. 

He eased away slightly, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing skilled circles that caused you to squelch. “Love your pussy so much,” he murmured, going back for more hastily. 

You moaned again at his words, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you, but it wasn’t long before he was kissing back up your stomach, mouth now attaching itself to one your nipples. Your hands flew to the back of his head, looking down at him as he flicked the bud with his tongue, moaning as he did so. It was such an erotic sight you felt speechless, and when his chocolatey brown eyes met yours, pooling with desire, you felt beside yourself. 

“Turn around.” He whispered, roughly. “On your knees for me?” 

You had never listened so fast in all your life, scrabbling on your hands and knees in record time. You waited as patiently as you could, ass in the air, anticipating his next move. You startled when you felt a puff of air against your entrance, the sound of Seokjin’s sticky lips loud in your ears. “You look so good in this thong,” he praised, snapping the thin line of fabric between your ass. 

Pushing into him, you smirked. “I wore it just for you.” 

He hummed – in contemplation almost – before he pulled your panties to the side and dove straight in with his mouth. You yelped, ducking your head at your volume. You’d been expecting him to go straight to the sex, not continue to eat you out. He’d never done it in this position before – it felt amazing. A noise dragged from his throat as he pulled away, fingers dipping under the sides of your panties to drag them over your ass impatiently. As he did so, he bit into your ass, his hands now spreading your thighs, exposing you more so he could bury his face between your legs. 

You held your breath, waiting for him to continue but nothing could prepare you for the pleasure he was about to inflict on you. He flicked his tongue out against your clit, nose and mouth pressed flush against your heat, hands rooted to your ass and you moaned right away, bucking into him instinctively. Unable to hit your clit as well as he usually could he slid his mouth along your slit, tongue beginning to lick at your entrance, sucking your inner lips gently into his mouth as he did so. You were soaking, could feel yourself starting to drip down the inside of your thighs, but Seokjin didn’t seem to have a care in the world, lapping you up as if he was a man dying of thirst, rough moans letting you know just how much he was enjoying himself – enjoying you. 

When you felt his tongue push inside you, you jolted, sensation instantly making your thighs squeeze together. Not that they could with Seokjin hunched between them. He began to experimentally push in and out of you, noticing the way you tensed around him and hearing the way your breathing got shallower. Wordlessly, his hand reached forward, around your thigh to hook between your legs and start rubbing your clit with his fingers. With his other hand he gently (but firmly) pushed down at the small of your back, your ass rising higher, giving him better access to keep fucking you with his tongue. With the added stimulus you could feel yourself breaking, knees trembling, pushed hard against the mattress. He felt so warm, and wet, and just incredible. Your moans got more frequent, heartbeat pounding in your ears. 

“That feels so good.” You managed to choke out, your orgasm so close you could taste it. That’s usually when you gabbled. “Right there. Don’t stop!” He listened, speeding up his movements, the squelch getting louder as he grunted in exertion. He sounded so hot it just turned you on even more, and you lifted your ass higher, pushing into each thrust of his tongue. He rubbed your clit desperately, determined to push you ever the edge. 

You gasped, unsure how else to stay quiet as more words rushed out of you. “Seokjin–! I’m going to– Oh, my god, I’m coming!” Burying your face into the pillows your moans turned muffled as you came, white hot pleasure bursting through your veins. So sated, you couldn’t even find it in you to feel embarrassed with how loud he’d just made you orgasm. 

His finger moved away first, clit pulsing against nothing as he massaged the round of your ass instead, coating you in your own arousal, before his tongue eased off, placing a delicate kiss to your entrance as a goodbye. 

The mattress shifted under his weight as he moved back a couple of inches and you heard him slide his belt out of the trouser loops, the sound flying straight to your core. He stripped behind you quickly, you couldn’t even bring yourself to take a peek, too dazed, yet your imagination worked quite well. Instead, you kept kneeling for him, waiting for his return. 

He wasn’t even a minute. You felt the warmth of his dick press against the small of your back as he made his way closer once again. 

“Are you ready for me?” Despite the deepness of his voice – how obviously he was affected – you could hear the care in his tone as he checked in on you.  

“So ready,” you insisted, jutting into his thighs. 

He chuckled, pushing his dick between your legs now, sliding it across your slit. You were still sensitive, squirming against him, but you were also still so greedy, so you let him do what he wanted, soaking his cock along your wetness unhurriedly. You were so distracted by his movements, the smack he suddenly landed on your ass had you yelping more so from shock than sting. If you weren’t so drunk with pleasure right now you’d chew him out for being so loud. 

“Did that hurt?” He asked curiously, voice dripping danger. You felt your gut squeeze. That was new. He’d slapped your ass before but never with that much intent. The sting melted into your skin as he massaged the spot. “Mm, baby?” He pressed, voice now dripping honey. “Do you like pain?” He spanked you again but this time you were ready, biting down on your lip. “Like it when I’m mean to you?” 

You nodded, some type of agreeing noise leaving your throat which seemed to appease him. He rubbed your ass soothingly, the head of his cock now dragging across your entrance. How he had this much patience was beyond you. You could not relate. 

“Quit teasing.” You whined. Put it in me.” 

“Don’t be a brat, honey.” He chuckled, but he pushed ever so slightly into you. He let out a sharp exhale, starting to fuck you shallowly with the tip, hands at his sides. You squeezed around nothing, flinging your head back frustratingly. “Seokjin!” You wanted him to fuck you. And touch you. 

Chuckling again, throatily, he pushed an inch deeper. He wasn’t even halfway inside of you. “I want to antagonise myself. Shush.” But he gripped your ass, pulling you apart slightly to slowly push inside of you all the way. You both groaned with the drag, taking a breather as you squeezed around him, getting used to the feeling. You always felt so full in this position, trembling around his crazy big dick. 

Soon he began to move, sliding in and out of you with intense concentration. You couldn’t see him but you knew his gaze was welded to where your bodies met, watching himself disappear inside you over and over again. “You’re the tease, Y/N,” he murmured,  picking up the pace. You could hear yourself squelching around his girth. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He felt you pulse and his breath hitched. 

Bunching the meat of your ass in his fists, he pounded into you for a few moments, holding you still, making you take it. You whimpered, trying your best to stay quiet. “Always take my cock so well. Don’t you, baby?” 

“Ye-ess.” Your voice broke, a moan tearing through you as he rammed himself deep inside , stopping dead. “Fuck, Seokjin.” You were burning up. You needed him to move before you sobbed. 

With precision, he started fucking you slowly, bottoming out each time, revelling in your warmth, your wetness. It was so intense your eyes started to water, trying your best to stay as silent as possible but each breath was sounding more and more like a moan. You could hear yourself squelching around him every time he moved. So could he. 

“I love that,” he said, voice tight, as if he was trying his best to keep calm. “I’m gonna cum so deep in you tonight. Fill you up good.” 

You moaned loudly this time. It was always hot to hear your well-spoken boyfriend fall off into the deep end, articulation deteriorating with each thrust. It turned you on like no tomorrow. “Please do,” you urged, walls clamping around him at the very thought. 

He lost it at that, begging with your words and your body, and it wasn’t long before his movements were speeding up, his hips snapping against your ass as he held it tight. “Can you cum again?” He sounded frantic. 

“M-maybe – oh.” You jolted, feeling Seokjin’s fingers at your clit.  

“I really want you to cum again for me.” His fingers became persistent, rubbing circles against your sensitivity. 

Holding your breath, you concentrated. On each thrust, how good his dick was, how the motions on your clit felt. Everything… You willed your second orgasm, feeling it start to be pulled out of you. You started to meet each of his thrusts, skin slapping as your sweaty bodies worked together. “Yes, yes, yes, yes–!” You urged with each thud, so close you were trembling. Your voice broke as the sensation took over, moan turning into a squeak as you tried to shut up. 

This time your orgasm was shorter, but it didn’t make it any less intense. In fact, it immediately exhausted you. “Shit. Fuck.” You mumbled, pretty much collapsing into the bed, Seokjin wedged deep inside you. 

“You feel different.” He groaned. You felt him twitch. “Love that feeling.” Ever so carefully, he drew back, hands gliding along your back. “I’m okay to finish?” 

“Yes,” you nodded, turning to press your cheek to the pillow. You jutted your ass out, feeling him slide back in almost involuntarily, your tightness calling him back. “Be quick though.” You were tired – and sensitive. Still horny though…

He found that amusing, chuckling throatily. “I promise you I will. I’m so fucking close.” He pulled back again, grunting. He was taking his time, easing you into it. “Ngh. I’m almost too big for you now. You’re squeezing so much.” 

You moaned in reply, loving the way he held your hips firm and rolled into you, slowly fucking you into the mattress. 

“Tell me how much you’re loving it,” he pretty much pleaded, ever so slightly speeding up. 

“I love it so much.” You professed. “You have n-no idea.” You jerked forward as he hit deep, crying out. “Seokjinn! Please. Go a little faster.” 

He grunted, sounding smug. “You want my cum.” You moaned in reply. “Say it for me.” He demanded. “Please, baby, say it for me.” 

“I want your cum,” you moaned. 

And that was enough. With a strangled cry he began to snap his hips faster and faster, fucking you hard, chasing his end. It didn’t take long. A minute later he rammed himself deep, stiffening as he came inside you, groan of relief loud as all the tension left his body. “Shit.” He muttered, collapsing on top of you, careful not to press his full body weight into you. 

He held your shoulders, nuzzling into you as he slid to your side. You used what was left of your energy to turn around, letting him smother you with kisses. “That was… I don’t know what came over me.” He exclaimed. 

“It was amazing,” you gushed, running a hand down his sticky chest. You could spot your arousal, now dried to his face, his hairline damp with perspiration. You leaned in for a kiss, pulling back when he began to laugh. You looked at him puzzled. 

“You want my cum,” he gleed.

“Get lost!” You groaned, pushing him away. He rolled onto his back, his chest still rising visibly as he caught his breath. 

“I need the bathroom,” he announced, standing and looking around. “My bag? I thought Misook said she dropped it off for me?” 

Sitting up, you glanced around. “Maybe Soo left it downstairs.” She’d probably thought you’d spot it by the door when you arrived home. You’d been too distracted… “Wear my robe.” You suggested. 

“That?” Seokjin questioned, looking sceptically at the pink fluffy nightgown hooked onto your closet door. 

“Why not? You’ll look cute.” 

“True,” he agreed, turning to reach for it.

“Nice ass.” You had a great view from here. 

“Hey,” he whined, throwing the robe on quickly to hide his modesty. 

“What, you have a really nice ass for a forty year old!” You insisted. 

He clicked his tongue. “Now that’s just rude.” 

You giggled as he left, calling out a not very believable sorry after him. A few minutes later you heard Soojung’s door open, footsteps in the hallway and then, voices. Taehyung and Seokjin’s. They’d bumped into each other. You laughed to yourself, imagining how awkward it must be for them right now. Amazing. Twenty seconds later Seokjin and your fluffy robe were shooting through the door. 

“Oh, my god.” Seokjin grimaced. “That was so awkward. Taehyung wanted the bathroom as I was leaving.” 

“I heard,” you chuckled, amused by your boyfriend’s unnecessary mortification. 

He laid on the bed, groaning. “We had to small talk. He was in his boxers… I think he knew we’d just had sex.” 

“Yeah, he probably heard us too…” 

Seokjin made a noise of discomfort. He wasn’t so sure of himself now, was he? You rolled your eyes and reached for him, gathering the collar of your gown in your hands to kiss him. You grinned. “You look really sexy in my pink fluffy gown.” 

He hummed against your mouth, “I know, right?” He didn’t need persuading when you pulled him over you, untying the middle of the robe before pushing the fluffy garment over his broad shoulders. His dick was soft, but he was eager if the way he kissed you was anything to go by. It made you feel guilty when you inevitably pushed him away, robe victoriously clutched in your arms. 

“Where are you going?” He whined, watching you stand. 

You slipped into the nightgown, smiling cutely. “I need to pee.” 

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When you woke up the next morning there was a text waiting for you from your beloved best friend… 

Soojung (08:12am) Tae just told me he woke up and heard you guys having s e x last night  Then he bumped into Seokjin who was wearing ur robe  I’m glad I’m a heavy sleeper  But he said it sounded like you were having a GREAT time 😏  Dilf got movesss 😳

The embarrassment! 

Today was a very important day, according to one little person. Arin’s seventh birthday. She’d mentioned it almost every single day since August had arrived. Seokjin had worked really hard organising her a garden party, inviting all their family and friends, including a couple of her friends from school. You were a bit nervous about that, knowing you’d be met with a few curious questions but there were more pressing issues at hand... You were about to meet Seokjin’s parents for the first time. (As well as numerous other members of his family, but a girl could only worry about so many things at once.) 

He’d already met your family a couple of weeks previous – joining you for lunch with your mom one afternoon and then accompanying you for dinner at your father’s house a few days later. Seokjin had taken it in his stride, so even if he was a little nervous he never once showed it. He was good at that, you admired him for that. You on the other hand were this close to breaking out into a nervous sweat. 

You were thankful Arin had you preoccupied all morning, insisting on helping Misook and you put up the decorations for her own birthday party. Helpful as always, although be it a little buzzed. Scrap that, a lot buzzed. She was still on a high from celebrating her birthday with her mom for a couple of days. She’s only gotten back yesterday afternoon, and that’s when Seokjin had surprised her with two pet rabbits – one snowy white, the other midnight black. Her excitement levels were through the roof today. Seokjin had called you this morning informing you he’d been woken up at 5am and he needed your assistance ASAP because he couldn’t handle a hyperactive birthday girl all on his own the entirety of the morning… 

By 1pm some of the guest had already started arriving; Seokjin’s brother and his wife, along with their two twin boys who were a couple of years younger than Arin. Aunts and uncles, and a few cousins, Seokjin’s friend Namjoon, who had two children; a 9 year-old daughter and a four year-old son, and then a few of Arin’s friends, some from various clubs she attended and two you recognised from school. They recognised you too of course, and you overheard Arin adorably telling them that you were her “daddy’s girlfriend.” No matter how much time past, and no matter how natural this all felt now, you were still so happy that Arin was on board with all this. It was the best feeling. 

Seokjin’s parents were the last to show up seeing as they lived quite far away, and you waited nervously to meet them as your boyfriend took their luggage upstairs to one of the guest rooms. Meeting his brother and his friend and the rest of his family hadn’t been bad at all, so you were feeling very optimistic by now. Still, you could hear your heart beating frantically when you saw Seokjin leading them into the kitchen where you were blowing some last minute balloons. 

“You must be Y/N,” his mom greeted with a smile, arms wide as she walked towards. With a quick embrace she kissed you on the cheek. Seokjin had warned you about that. 

“Hi, it’s really nice to meet you,” you smiled back, relaxing slightly down to her warm attitude. (It also helped Seokjin had taken place by your side, arm brushing against yours.) You glanced towards his father, greeting him with the same smile and he gave you a nod, a friendly “Likewise,” leaving his lips. Seokjin had also let you know that his father was the silent, polite type. Seokjin was similar. They even looked quite alike. His mom was slim and elegant, and incredibly beautiful. 

“You’re even prettier than your pictures,” she informed you, taking your hands in hers. 

“Pictures?” You chuckled nervously, glancing up at Seokjin. 

He groaned quietly. “I may have sent her a couple of us together. My mom’s very nosey. Dad not so much.” 

“Oh,” you blurted, hearing his father laugh. You smiled coyly back at Mrs. Kim. “Thank you.” 

“Nonsense. I’m not nosey,” she insisted, raising an eyebrow at her son. “Curious, I’d call it.” 

Seokjin chuckled. “Of course, mom – Oh!” Something caught his attention out of the window and he rushed off, opening the sliding glass door to stick his head out. “Arin, your grandparents have arrived. Come say hi.” 

Mrs. Kim let go of your hands as Arin came dashing in like a hyper puppy. “Grandma! Grandpa!” She squealed, throwing herself into her grandfather’s arms. “It’s my birthday!” 

“Is it?” He asked, playing clueless, but he couldn’t keep it up for long. “Of course it is!” He kissed her cheek. “Happy birthday, pumpkin.” 

“Happy birthday, Arin. Are you having fun so far?” Her grandma asked, fluffing her hair. Arin went to hug her next. “What gifts did you get? We have yours in the car, but you have to wait until later, okay?” 

Arin nodded, before proceeding to talk all about her day. She didn’t come up for air, which was highly amusing for all four of you. However, inevitably, she got bored, her hand slipping into yours, tugging it gently for your attention. “Y/N, can we go and see if the buffet is ready now?”

“Of course we can.” You glanced at your watch, then up at Seokjin who was doing the same. It was half past two, you’d agreed to start eating at 3pm. Arin’s senses were perfect. 

“No sneaking anything off the table, young lady.” Seokjin told her. “Especially not cake. You won’t have to wait long.”

Arin couldn’t help but giggle at that, already beginning to drag you off. 

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You were on your way back from the lower floor bathroom when you bumped into Seokjin’s mother again. She was stood by the dining room entrance, rooting around in her purse, pulling out her cell phone. “Oh, Y/N, dear, I was just getting my phone so I could take a few pictures of Arin. I need to show them to my mother. She’s a bit too old to make the journey down here.” 

“Awh, that’s a shame,” you replied, coming to a halt politely. 

With a nod, she changed the subject. “I’m so glad the weather is hot for her birthday.”

“I know. She’s been so excited, hasn’t been able to stop talking about it for the past month,” you laughed. The party had been a success, the food and games going down a treat. It had been a long time since you’d attended a child’s birthday party – your siblings were long past that age, and you’d forgotten how fun they could be, even if you were much older now.

Being surrounded by Seokjin’s family wasn’t as nerve-wracking as you’d initially thought. They were all so lovely – not that you didn’t expect anything less, of course, you were just thankful you could hold a natural conversation with his mom. 

“She really likes you. I can tell.” Mrs. Kim said out of the blue, surprising you, but you tried to hide it well.

Smiling softly, you replied, “I’m fond of her too.” 

“I heard you were her teacher?”

“For a short while.” You nodded. “That’s how Seokjin and I met.” But you guessed she already knew that, you know, mother’s curiosity and all. 

Her mouth quirked up and then she snorted. “My son definitely knows how to make an impression. I heard he hit your car?”

Laughing, you’d been correct. He had told her how you’d met. “Yeah, but I try not to tease him too much about that anymore.” 

“It sounds like fate, no?” She smiled, before shaking her head and raising a hand. “Sorry, I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. The first time my husband and I set eyes on one another it was love at first… You probably don’t want to hear about that,” she chuckled. You opened your mouth, ready to disagree, but she spoke again. “I just… I haven’t seen Seokjin this happy in a very long time. Not since Arin was born.” 

Speechless, you tried to think of something to say. Just what? “Oh, I –”

“What are you two conspiring about in here?” 

You heard Seokjin’s voice from behind you and turned to see him walking towards you both with a grin on his face. When he reached you he cupped your waist, kissing you on the cheek. His mom watched on fondly. 

“Nothing… much,” she replied, a teasing lilt to her voice. It caught his attention. “I was just telling Y/N that I haven’t see you this happy in years.” 

“Mo-mm,” he whined, immediately growing red. 

“What? I’m just speaking the truth, Seokjin,” she laughed and looked in your direction. “He gets embarrassed so easily. Have you noticed?” 

“I have,” you laughed along. 

Smiling tenderly at him, she stepped forward and touched his arm. “I’ve loved hearing my son laugh all afternoon.” Seokjin dropped his head, even more embarrassed now. He was cute. “Okay.” She clapped her hands, taking pity on him. “That’s enough from me. I’ll leave. Your father’s probably on his third slice of cake by now…” Kissing Seokjin’s cheek softly, she began to walk off. “You love me really.” 

“Of course,” Seokjin called, turning to you once she’d left, heading back in the direction of the garden. “Sorry about that.” 

You chuckled. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. We were just talking.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him. “You’re cute.” 

“You’re never too old to be embarrassed by your mom,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head. Snorting, you leaned back, but he held you tight, gazing into your eyes. “You look really pretty today.” 

“You say that every day.” 

“Because it’s true.” He kissed your lips, stopping any clever remark you may have had dead. 

Instead, as he pulled away, you brought your hands up to his chest, straightening the collar of his shirt. “Let’s get back outside. I’m enjoying myself.” 

“I’m glad.” Seokjin beamed, eyes twinkling. 

At that moment, it hit you how happy he looked… You’d not really noticed it prior, but now his mom had pointed it out it was so obvious. 

You hoped he could tell just how happy you were too… It was all down to him, after all.  

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[megthemewlingquim]

someone new.

summary: there's an art to life's distractions.

pairing: eventual hades! loki x persephone! reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol consumption

a/n: here it is, the first part of foreigner's god. as said in this fic's masterlist, these will not be chapters, but rather short stories and one shots that can be read separately or as one whole piece. it's up to you.

i plan to base each part off of one or two hozier songs. this is inspired by "someone new".

is there a right way to fall in love?

    that’s what loki asks himself every day — well, every night — when he spends his free time at bars and gatherings. populated widely with fellow gods, goddesses, and spirits of many colors and passions; these bars are perfect places to find someone new.

    being the god of death, however, puts loki at a bit of a disadvantage. yes, the stereotypes are, unfortunately, true. loki is dark, a little antisocial, and very quiet. beautiful in appearance — death is seductive, at least to the willing.

    ‘the willing’ being many a spirit, many a dryad or goddess or creature who wants bragging rights, or a little nightly thrill. ‘that’s right,’ they say, ‘i had a little dance with death last night.’

loki doesn’t mind the mornings when his temporary partners talk about the nights, but he always cringes when they mention that accursed french phrase — la petite mort. it’s a joke to them. a mockery.

   yet, they stay, and sometimes, they come back for another little death.

    the spirits and goddesses never make a big impact on him. he is with one for a night, then another for a night, and so on. he falls in love every day with someone new and it’s a bore. a bore and a drag.

    dark caresses don’t do much to numb the pain: the pain of loneliness and solitude. the ache in his heart is constant, tearing at his mind whenever it can. alcohol can't do much either — all gods have a very high tolerance. mead was made for them.

   so loki is left with no escape besides those that come from the willing. little deaths. they make him feel loved.

   no...

   no one loves death. some crave him. but they don't love him.

   that’s the common theme running through loki’s head every time he takes someone home with him, or goes upstairs with them to the top floors of the inns he’s at, where the bedrooms are. it’s a distraction.

   however, the cycle ends when, while pointlessly wandering around his usual bar, he sees someone new one night. you.

   you radiate this... this warmth that he’s never felt before. everyone around you seems to be affected by it too - they don’t treat you as the life of the party, but they do gravitate towards you like birds to a nest. 

    and you’re quite shy, but infectiously happy and cheerful. you’re so beautiful, with your bright eyes that he knows are wide and filled with wonder, and your lovely skin that he knows is so soft. and your smile that he knows is so comforting to all who see it.

   to everyone else, you feel like they’ve just wandered into a happy memory, or a sun-lit room that’s pleasantly warm and golden. you feel familiar. ordinary, but lovely all the same.

   to loki, you feel... feel like something he’s only experienced in dreams. so, really, he’s never felt it before in his immortal life: something warm and alive and... and anticipatory. like there’s new things about to come up to the surface — flowers, new animals, maybe. you give off a sense of... he can’t describe it well. a slow and joyful awakening something.

   and you also feel completely and utterly powerful. unstoppable. he’s terrified of you, and yet he’s drawn to you. you’re so fascinating, strange. not as if you could end the world, no, that’s his own job. but it’s as if you can bring the whole world to life, raise it back up again after the chaos fades.

   you feel like spring. like rebirth. like new life.

   and that’s when it hits him.

   persephone. he’s heard the name passed around before, but before now, he has never seen the face behind the name. something about this sparks some fear in him: how would persephone, goddess of spring, daughter of demeter, react to seeing anyone even remotely like himself?

   for a moment, he’s grateful that you’re not looking at him; you’re actually looking at the table, at the drink you’re sipping. there’s a look on your face that isn’t bored, nor afraid. maybe... observant.

   people are around you still. not crowding, but not interacting with you either. it’s like you have a bubble around you, keeping everyone from getting too close. maybe it’s your doing but maybe it’s theirs. honestly, you’d think that dryads and gods and goddesses and spirits of all forms and colors and subjects would be more accepting.

   he pities you. you seem lonely.

   loki takes a few steps forward, betraying his own fear. like the red sea, the crowd parts. some are bold and unafraid, and they give loki varying looks: disgusted, seductive, snarky. you don’t notice him until he sits down in front of you, at the other end of the table.

   “hi,” he says calmly. he manages a small smile. “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

   your eyes lift to lock with his own. immediately, you recoil just the slightest bit. he knows what you’re thinking: wait, that’s hades! god of death... wh-why is he talking to me?

   “it’s alright,” he soothes. “don’t worry. you’ve probably heard of all the stories: gods kidnapping and doing terrible things to goddesses and spirits and dryads. i’m not here to do any of that. i promise.”

   with a single, somewhat confused blink, you nod. “m-my mother has told me a lot about that stuff,” you say slowly, as if saying anything too revealing will somehow alert demeter and get you in trouble. “she’s... she’s terrified...”

   “what is she terrified of? that those terrible things might happen to you?”

   “yes,” you say. “she’s told me that she’s had nightmares in the past. specifically about you. how you’ll kidnap me and take me to hell to live with you.”

   he laughs at that - a rich, amused laugh that takes the shivers out of you. “that’s bullshit. overprotective mothers, yeah?”

   you shrug. “she loves me.”

   “and are you afraid of me, princess?” the last word is whispered. his voice extremely soft - it’s a curious question.

   he notices how you lick your lips. “no,” you say. he notices how your eyes flick all over him. “no, i’m not.” and you seem truthful.

   “smart girl,” he says with a grin. “i hate liars. there’s not a god on in the world that’s ever been truthful. well, besides jesus. yahweh. whatever you wanna call him.” loki leans back, crossing his hands behind his head and bringing his feet up to the table. “your father, though... he’s the worst of ‘em. having children with other women, including your mother, while hera has to sit by and watch, and then lying about it.”

   “we’re gods,” you say. “i'm not trying to justify things but... we’re far from perfect.”

   “damn right we are. we’re fucked up. good. we can agree on something. most days, people think us gods are... perfect things. role models. and, maybe some are. but not us. not the gods of olympus.”

   he pauses, takes a swig from a beer bottle that was not in his hand a few seconds ago. “i was wondering if you wanted to do what humans do.” loki winces at the awkwardness. “when they're... y'know. interested in someone.”

   “you're interested... in me?” you ask, incredulously.

   “yeah, i am.” one sip of beer has loosened his tongue. or maybe that's just his confidence soaring now. “maybe this hasn't been the best introduction to things but i would love to take you out sometime. show you things.”

   “my —” you swallow. “i'd get in trouble.” you shrink away just a bit.

   his smile fades and it's replaced with a sadder, more sincere look. “the best things in life have risk to them. it's time i show you that.”

   and really, he does feel sorry for you. it's your first time at a bar, you're lonely. no friends as far as he can tell. an overprotective goddess mother.

   “think of it this way. i think you're very pretty and i like your honesty. i would like to help you see the world, and to have a little fun, since your mother has obviously never let you do anything in your very, very long life.”

   “i'm twenty—one.”

   “and now i'm wondering if demeter actually has you tell people that, as if you're a teenage mortal.” loki shakes his head, disappointed. “that's pathetic. you're a bajillion years old. you're a goddess! you should be able to do whatever the fuck you want, right?”

   when there's no answer from you, he sighs. leans forward to sit normally, putting both of his elbows on the table and pointing his hands at you. “alright. i'll roll with it for now. you're twenty—one. i guess. you can drink. you can go out alone to bars and other places. you can meet new people. you're an adult. think about that.

   “so, again. i think you're very pretty and i wanna show you around. get to know you. would you like to do that with me?” he raises his eyebrows a little, waiting for a response.

   it's an eternity before you can win a battle in your mind. slowly, you nod, giving him a smile. “yeah,” you whisper. “yeah, i would. thank you.”

   “don't thank me just yet, sweetheart. i haven't shown you anything yet.” he gets up, pushes his chair in.

   before he leaves, he winks at you. “call me loki. it's... not as dreadful... as hades. and... what do i call you?”

   you say your name, your voice quiet.

   “much better than persephone, i think. it suits you. we'll keep in touch, ok?”

   “okay,” you say. butterflies are flying rapidly in your stomach.

   loki leaves you there. he'd much rather take you back to your home himself, but that would be too risky for the time being. for now, he walks out of that bar feeling like the king of the world.

[fandomsonrequests]

first times

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: good kid/nerd!jeong yunho

reader: fem! punk

word count: 2.8k+

summary:  your dynamic with Yunho always balanced each other out; he was the stability you needed and you provided the little excitement in his life. It was perfect. You two have learned a lot after introducing things to each other. Like showing off a few tricks at a party or how to organize your notes (which has been a big help to you and your notes spread all over the place).

There was one thing though that you were yet to try- and that was sex.

a/n: it’s ✨horny✨ hours. Also this was probably more intense than I had anticipated e.e please enjoy!

notes: smut, sub!yunho, dom!reader, size kink, Yunho is a virgin, piercings, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), some voyeurism 

taglist: @galaxteez​ @latte-fairytaekwoon​ @sweetheartsannie​

Your relationship with Yunho was something straight out of the movies where the good kid dates the rebellious punk of the campus. He wore soft, woolen sweaters that surprisingly went past his hands while you wore dark-colored leather. Your hair was dyed in bright colors while his hair was styled into neat curls. His lifestyle was calm, normal, always following the rules whilst yours was all about living fast and dying young.

Yet your dynamic always balanced each other out; he was the stability you needed and you provided the little excitement in his life. It was perfect. You two have learned a lot after introducing things to each other. Like showing off a few tricks at a party or how to organize your notes (which has been a big help to you and your notes spread all over the place).

There was one thing though that you were yet to try- and that was sex.

Yunho is a virgin, it’s one of the few things he told you when you first started dating. You understood though and you didn’t want to force him with anything. You’ve helped him explore a little bit though but it never reached anything past heavy making out with the occasional heavy petting. You would always drink in the furious blush on his round cheeks and ears. Or the way his swollen-kissed lips tempted you to fuck him silly. But you always held yourself back, always making sure to relieve yourself in the bathroom or whenever you were home first in your shared apartment.

Yunho would listen to you through the thin walls of the apartment, his hesitation and shyness preventing himself from talking to you about it. He had even almost walked in on you once when you were fucking yourself on the vibrating wand you kept in the back of the closet. He felt so dirty seeing your hips buck up into it, one of your hands grabbing and kneading at your breast while you moaned out his name. He felt dirty in retaining the image in his mind whenever he jerked himself off in the shower. But at the same time, he thought that this was one of the moments where you looked most beautiful, next to seeing your cute face in the morning.

So here you were, watching a classic action-packed film called Salt. there was a sex scene that came up- those typical, raw, and passionate sex scenes in the movies. It made Yunho squirm in his seat on the couch, his arm around you while you leaned into him. He looked down at you and was quite amazed to see that you were unfazed by it.

He could hear your voice in his head even if you haven’t said anything: it’s just sex baby- it’s a normal human thing.

That may have stopped him from being so awkward around you but that definitely didn’t stop him from growing more aroused each second. He gulps as his free hand fists the fabric of his sweatpants while he tried to stabilize his breathing.

You weren’t oblivious to what was happening beside you though- you just haven’t said anything. That was until you heard your giant teddy bear of a boyfriend cough under his breath. You paused the film and immediately turn to him, a slightly mischievous smirk on your lips.

“Are you horny baby?” you ask him.

He sputters at the question and you laugh. Your hand gently trails up his thick thighs while you hum in amusement, leaning closer to him. Yunho’s cheeks glow a bright red, spreading down his neck and up to his ears. He lets out a shaky breath when you graze against the bulge in his pants, making him close his eyes.

“C’mon baby boy, I need you to tell me,” you gently coax him but make no further move to touch him. He whines at the nickname. “Did the scene turn you on?”

Yunho’s eyes flutter open and meets your lust blown gaze. He knew you didn’t want to push him into anything he didn’t want to do and that you were probably just teasing him right now, but his arousal was through the roof and he wanted to know how you felt around him. He wanted to experience the warmth of your cunt around his cock or the way his skin would feel pressed up against yours.

The cold metal of your horizontal lip piercings against the skin of his neck jolted him out of his little fantasy. A quiet whimper leaves his throat and you smirk against him. His arms snake around your waist, his hands hesitantly gripping onto your waist. He moans when you suddenly nip at the juncture between his neck and shoulder, his voice growing in volume when you moved to straddle his hips.

“Are you okay with this, baby?” You ask him, pulling away with a gentle look in your eyes.

“You act like we haven’t done this a bajillion times,” he muses and you laugh.

“I know,” Your fingers play with the baby hairs at the base of his neck. “But I just want to be sure.”

He flashes you one of his signature dorky smiles and kisses your nose. “Just keep going please,”

You nod before engulfing his lips in a hungry kiss. Your hips ground against his and he groans, his grip on your waist tightening. You’ve done this a couple of times before, grinding against him and making him cum in his pants. But you wanted more. And luckily, Yunho finally felt ready to give you what you wanted.

His hands trailed under your shirt, large hands travelling along your soft skin before settling at the hem and tugging it upwards. You pull away, letting out a surprised noise, and grasp at his wrist. For a moment, the ravenet was worried that he did something you didn’t like until you spoke up.

“What are you doing..?”

“...taking off your shirt..?” He responds almost hesitantly. “Why— are you off the pill—”

“No no, don’t worry I’m on the pill but are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything just because—“

“I’m ready, ______,” Yunho stops you midway, his warm brown eyes blown with lust. He looks at you, dead in the eye. “I want you to fuck me— please.”

The way Yunho says this with a desperate look in his gaze and the meekness of his tone switched something in you. You lick your lips as it morphs into a grin. You gently cup his chin, firmly kissing him.

You moan in approval when he obediently parts his lips to grant you access, your tongue mingling with his. He could taste your cherry flavored chapstick and the remnants of your cigarette that you had smoked a while ago. It was so erotic, the sounds of his lips smacking against yours and the way your tongue’s snakebite piercings tickled him, the way you tasted... and for some reason, despite having made out with you many times, this felt different, much more addicting.

“Arms up.” You say firmly as you tug his shirt and sweater up.

Yunho doesn’t even think twice and immediately raises his arms, allowing you to shed off said clothes. He was rewarded with another kiss to his lips before you push him down against the couch, taking in the sight before you. He looks away in embarrassment, the beautiful red returning to his complexion.

You were having none of it though. “You’re beautiful,” You tell him as you run your hands down the expanse of his chest to his stomach, nails lightly scratching his skin. He whines at your actions, the flush on his face worsening.

Before Yunho could say anything though you were already making your down, leaving wet kisses in your wake. He leans up against his arms to see you leave your marks down his chest, whimpering every time he felt the sting of your teeth against him. Dark purple starts to bloom by the time you reach his pants, your deft fingers making quick work of removing them and throwing them to the floor.

His hard cock springs up almost immediately, the head leaking with precum. You stare at it in pleasant surprise. You had a feeling he was well-endowed but you were surprised at how much girthier he was than you anticipated. Your small hand wrapped around him, making Yunho throw his head back and buck up into it.

“Fuck you’re so huge baby boy,” You hum as your other hand pushed his waist back down to the couch. “Can’t wait for you to fill up this tiny pussy.” He twitches at your words, making you wet once you see the effect your words had on him.

Without any warning, you sucked on the head of his cock, tongue tasting the salty precum.

“O-oh f-fuck, _____,” Yunho whines as he leans back against the couch. His hands settled firmly onto it, nails digging into the leather covering. He tries to keep himself from bucking up into your warm mouth as your tongue trailed up his length.

This was much better than he had fantasized, his toes curling as pleasure courses through him. The snake bite piercings on your tongue were surprisingly cold against his cock, making him shiver when you swallowed and bobbed your head around him.

He throws his head back when you pull away, a string of saliva mixed with his precum connecting your lips to him, and gently squeezed his balls. Your other hand stroked him at a tantalizing pace, your thumb teasing the slit of the head.

“Look at you, you’re so big compared to me yet you’re letting me handle you like this.” Your hand lands a gentle slap to his thigh, eliciting a whine from your boyfriend. “So cute~”

But before Yunho could even retort, your mouth was on him again. The metal ball of your piercing runs down the underside of his cock, tracing his veins before moving up to play with the head. He had never thought that the feeling of fucking your mouth would be absolute torture having you tease him like this and yet, he loved it.

His breathing became labored and he could feel his stomach tighten, impending signs that he was about to cum. You could sense it too, especially with the way you let your teeth graze the soft flesh of his dick.

“I-I’m close, ______,” He pants and you pull away from him completely.

He whines at the loss of contact but his voice dies down when you quickly strip yourself of your own clothes. Yunho takes in the sight of your bare form in front of him, being stunned into silence.

God, you were so fucking gorgeous.

“You- your uhm,” Yunho uncharacteristically stammers and you look down at yourself.

You grin when you realize what he was referring to. “Yeah, my nipples are pierced. Do you like them?” You ask as you brush away your hair to let him admire it more.

“I love them.”

You giggle out your gratitude before you settle over him once more, your slick cunt hovering over his length. You only smile at him when you take his hands and lead them to your breasts, chuckling at the gasp he lets out.

You moan when he gave an experimental squeeze, lip caught between your teeth. “You’ve always wanted this, right baby?” You taunt him. You wordlessly guide him to massage your breasts, letting his thumb flick at your perk nipples. “Watching through the crack in the door when you’d get home early~”

His eyes widen in surprise as the embarrassment of being caught fills his system. He feels his body heat up with shame when you chuckle airily, another moan leaving you when you move his hands down your sides and coax him to squeeze the flesh of your ass. “It’s okay baby,” you assure him, pressing your chest flush against his. “I enjoy putting on a show for you.”

You drop your hips down on his and rub yourself up against his cock. You both groan out at the feeling. Yunho was losing himself in the feeling of you just surrounding him, your scent, your touch, your juices just coating him— it was driving him insane.

You reach down to jerk him off a couple of times before lining yourself up with him. “You ready big guy?” You ask.

Yunho could only nod, all words lost. His jaw drops open in pleasure when you finally sink down against him, his back arching at the way your warm velvety walls took him in. Your slick helped you grow accustomed to the stretch, a drawn out moan leaving your lips as he slowly bottoms out within you.

His head falls back as you lightly ground against him, his cock twitching inside of you. “F-fuck, _______, you’re so tight and you f-feel so warm—”

You chuckled breathily, leaning down to kiss him. You moan against his lips, forcing your tongue into his mouth, when he brushed up against your spot. You pull away from him after he so obediently allowed you to ravage him through the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting between the both of you. 

You ran your hand along the bulge in your abdomen and pressed down on it. Your boyfriend let out a choked gasp when he felt how deep inside you he was. You press down on it again and you fall forward, arm wobbling as you try to support yourself over him. His arms come up to settle around your waist, the both of you getting used to the feeling of being wrapped up in each other.

“I love you so much, ______,” Yunho whispers.

“I love you so much more,” You reply. “I’m going to move now, okay?”

Once you get his permission to move, you slowly bring your hips up before settling down against him. Your initial pace was slow at first for the benefit of the both of you. Yunho didn’t want to cum early and you were still getting used to the size of him. Eventually, the speed of your hips increase as you start to bounce up and down along his length.

Yunho’s eyes squeeze shut and leans his head back, exposing the column of his neck. He could feel your lips mouth along his skin, teeth lightly nipping along, as your warmth clenched around him. He dug his fingers into your waist when you squeeze around him again, leaving bruises against the plump flesh. A light sheen of sweat covers your intertwined bodies.

“You f-feel amazing,” he mewls and tries his best to meet each thrust of your hips. “K-keep going please,”

“Yeah? You’re enjoying this baby boy?” You pant out, taking both of his hands and lacing his fingers with yours, pinning them by his head. He never thought he’d like being dominated, always thinking it was he had to take the lead, but this was definitely something he enjoyed.

Yunho could feel his stomach tighten as his orgasm neared, squeezing your hands to let you know. He writhes under your actions, sweet praises and come curses tumbling from his lips. “I’m, I’m gonna cum- _____, lemme cum, please, please, please,” he cries, looking up at you with large eyes.

“You think you can hold it for me baby?” You ask and reach down to circle at your clit, whining quietly at the feeling. “Wanna cum with you…”

Yunho wanted to sob at that, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last long, but nodded nonetheless. It was the least he could do after you pretty much gave him all your attention from earlier. He leans up on one arm, taking one of your nipples into his mouth in an attempt to get you to cum and you cry out in pleasure.

Your hands shot up to his hair, tugging at the soft locks as he desperately sucked, occasionally switching between each mound. The way his round, innocent eyes, looked up at you with his lips locked around your breast fueled the fire you felt in your tummy, bringing you closer to the edge.

Your hips lose all sense of rhythm as you chase your orgasm, leaning your forehead against your boyfriend. “I’m gonna cum baby,” You tell him and he practically groans in relief at that.

After a couple of more bounces of your hips, you slam down against him, your orgasm crashing down against you. The feeling of your warm juices gushing around his length sent Yunho over the edge and he latched onto you, his forehead falling to your shoulder. He grunts deeply as his hips jerked up into you, painting your walls with his cum.

Your arms give out and you fall over him, head resting on his chest. Pants fill the room as the both of you lay there to catch your breaths. You turn your head to face him, chin tickling his clavicle, and offer him a tired smile.

“How are you..?” You say softly and card your hand through his damp hair.

“That,” he let out an amused huff. “That was pretty intense… but I enjoyed it. No wonder why some people have active sex lives…”

You snort at that, shaking your head at his little joke. You could feel his release trickle down your thigh when you lift yourself off of him, making you feel sticky down there. You stand with shaky legs and Yunho reaches out to help stabilize yourself.

“Care to join me in the shower?” You offer and hold your hand out to him.

He smiles at you. “Of course, sweetheart.”

[bigbrainblue]

19th birthday

It was late.

you don’t know how late, but late enough that you hadn’t heard a car pass in well over 20 minutes, the only light around was from the distance street lamps and the reflection of the moon on the ocean that stood before you. the only sound coming from the crickets in the hills, occasional wave crashing, and your own shallow breath. 

currently you were sat on a beach. alone.

it was your birthday, you had come to the beach from your birthday party. a party to celebrate the day you were born 19 years ago. 

the party was fine, but there sure as hell were a lot of people, way more than you would have liked

you knew people there, sure, but a good portion of the party was people you've never even heard of, just coming for a party and the booze. 

you had arrived with your friends, a lot of them actually, you had just managed to lose them all one by one slowly as the night grew longer and as your vison started to blur.

the people you came with were your friends, Niki, will, toby, tom, clay, George, nick, and Alex. 

you were having fun, drinking, walking around, socializing. but soon it became too much.

the drinking had made you obsess over every thought that came into your head.

you decided to take a break, have some fresh air, and now here you are. on a beach. alone. at night.

one of the thoughts your brain wouldn’t let go was about Alex, the boy you’ve known since junior year of Highschool. you two met when you decided to do a foreign exchange year in Mexico. it just so happened to be that the parents that decided to host you for a school year also were the parents of a teenage boy the same age as you, with straight black hair that stuck to the back of his neck and with freckles scattered around his face. over the next 9 months you guys became best friends, never leaving each others sides.

you didn't know it then, but you had fallen in love with this boy, this amazing beautiful smart caring boy. 

but eventually you had to go home, but you guys never stopped talking.

Alex eventually started posting videos on YouTube, and not long after, streaming on twitch as well.

you watched him gain fame as you supported him at the sidelines, cheering him along the way.

at some point he convinced you to do it too. you spent long nights on calls with him, helping you set up your streams and giving you ideas for new YouTube videos. 

with the help of Alex, you started to gain fame too, even passing him at one point.

through streaming and YouTube, you made so many friends, and yet none of them compared to Alex. 

speaking of Alex, you wondered what he was doing, probably having the time of his life, drinking an hooking up with girls a bajillion times hotter than you

*A/N HI OK IM SORRY IF THAT PART SOUNDED MEAN I PROMISE IT ADDS TO THE STORY OK BYE*

you laughed quietly at yourself thinking about how stupid it was to think that you could pull a guy like Alex.

just then you heard it.

a familiar voice from behind you, “what’s so funny?”

you looked back startled and confused

‘Alex? what are you doing out here?”

“well y/n I could ask the same thing to you, its your party, i noticed you were gone, so I went looking for you. as simple as that”

“i got overwhelmed in there, I'm sorry. i just needed some fresh air”

“ its ok, don't apologize for something you cant control. can I sit?”

“nope” you said sarcastically, hoping he would get the joke

“too bad!” he said, plopping himself right next to you in the sand

you giggled at his humor

neither of you said anything, it wasn't awkward silence, you two had known each other long enough that sometimes, it was nice to just enjoy the company of the other person beside you in silence. 

and yet, suddenly Alex said something.

“have you been crying? there's dried tear streaks along the sides of your face”

you turned your head towards his and whipped the sides of you face, seeing that he was already looking at you, studying you and your facial expression. 

“i guess. if I did, I didn't notice.”

“how did you not notice yourself crying? that sounds like something very noticeable” he said, putting an emphasis on the very,

you laughed, probably harder than you should have.

he smiled, happy to see you happy

“do you wanna talk about it? why you were crying?”

“no, well, not here at least-” you said gesturing your hands at the ocean 

“plus, there's sand getting in my ass” you added on to your previous sentence

Alex laughed and agreed, standing up and brushing off hi pants, and then handing out a hand for you to grab as he pulled you up.

you also brushed yourself off, and you weren't lying, cause man was there a lot of sand in your ass.

he started walking away from you and as you caught up with him you asked,

“where are we going?”

“you’ll see, its a great place, I promise you will love it” 

you followed Alex to his car as he opened the passenger side door for you.

“how romantic” you commented as you climbed into his car. poking fun at him

as he got into the car he plugged his phone into the aux cord, playing a song you had heard a couple times, but would have never expected for Alex to listen to it, it just didn't seem like the type of music he would like.

he set his phone down face up as the screen flashed up at you as he put the car into gear and pulled out into the street

you saw the title of the song he was playing, “Falling For U” by Peachy ft Mxmtoon, and his wallpaper, a photo of you two from junior year. both standing next to each other awkwardly as his mom made you guys take a photo together on the first day you got there. you wondered how long it had been his wallpaper for. 

you laughed and asked him about his wallpaper

“i mean you gotta admit, we look extremely sexy in that photo. especially me”

this comment from Alex made you break out laughing, even harder than before, as he started to hum along with the lyrics of the song. joined with him actually saying a line out loud every once in a while

it was a peaceful drive, Alex played more lofi songs as you stared out the widow.

eventually he pulled the car into an empty parking lot of a small gas station 

“is this the place?” you questioned 

“nope, just a pit stop.” he said

you both went inside, grabbing snacks and drinks and piling them into the back of the car. Alex making you wait to open them until you two got to your final destination

 eventually, the car rolled into a another small empty parking lot, except this one was made of dirt and was a lot higher up.

Alex had pulled the car to the edge of the parking lot, as you finally got to see why he brought you here,

you looked through the windshield to find a view of the entire city. 

you gasped in awe as you looked towards Alex, who, again, was already looking at you.

this time he wasn't studying you, he was admiring you.

you blushed, but pushed it off.

you and him both got out of the car so you guys could grab the snacks and the blankets he had in the back of his car.

he hopped onto the hood of his car and you joined him.

-

you starred into the sky full of stars above you. 

you gasped as you pointed out a shooting star passing over head 

“what did you wish for, Alex?”

“i cant tell you or else it wont come true”

“well then couldn't you wish the opposite of what you want to come true and then tell someone so the opposite comes true?”

“you're so stupid-” he said jokingly as he laughed.

“so, do you want to talk about why you were crying earlier, or is this still not the right spot” Alex chuckled at his own joke

“yes but, I have a question first”

Alex hummed in response, curious of what the question could be

“do you believe in love at first sight?”

you could feel his gaze on you, but you didn't divert your eyes from the stars above.

“do you remember the first time that we met? at the airport when my mom forced us to hug and take that god awful photo together, and when we ended up playing tictactoe in the car for an hour while we drove to my house?”

“yes? of course i do, that was simultaneously the worst and best day of my life. but that doesn't answer my question dumbass” you said, still not giving into his gaze onto side of your head.

“I think I just did, did I not?” 

it finally clicked, him looking for you at the party, the song in the car, the story

you turned your head to meet his gaze, finally giving in

he sat up and dramatically grabbed his chest, pretending to have been stabbed in the heart, enacting a theatrical performance

“y/n m/n l/m, i am dying, and you must know, that I am in LOVE with you!” he dramatically gasped and fall back down., pretending to be dead. 

you played along as you gasped and put the pack of your hand on your forehead as you spoke

“oh my dear Alex, I love you too, and now you will never get to know how much i loved you” you faked sobbed onto his chest

“maybe a true loves kiss will help save him” he whispered, making the scene even funnier and causing both of you to bust out laughing

“ah yes, the only way to save my prince, a true loves KISS!” you said before coming down and kissing Alex on the lips. 

he sat up with a loud gasp

“I am alive! a kiss of true love saved me!” you giggled beside him as you watched him play out his Oscar-winning performance

“may I kiss you again m’lady? for saving my life of course.” he questioned

“of course, you can kiss me anytime m’lady” you said back, pulling him into a deeper kiss

he pulled way first before speaking

“WAIT DID YOU JUST CALL ME M’LADY?

[lovelybarnes]

family- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, reader x ocs, peter parker x ocs

warnings: none? ig peter with glasses and a little freaking out at the beginning

about: requested! peter meets your family

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you like this!

your eye twitched as you stared, hearing the words peter was saying but being unable to process them. this was not as serious as you were making it out to be, you knew that, but dammit, were you still nervous. your fingers were drummed lighty on your thigh, watching peter hunched over his desk, scrawling sentences on his notebook.

“y/n?” peter asked, suddenly at your legs. “are you okay? you kind of spaced out for a second there.”

you let out a long breath, squeezing your eyes shut, “i’m leaving to go visit my family for a weekend, and- i love them so much, but i’m going to miss you, and it’s so many people, i’m just really nervous, i haven’t seen my aunt gloria in like four years and my aunt maribel always ambushes me about the boyfriend and the-”

“hey, calm down, it’s- you’re gonna miss me?” peter asked, cutting himself off and you glared at him. “okay, not the point, why are you so nervous about this?”

you shrugged, nuzzling your head into his shoulder when he sat down next to you, “i love them but they’re just a lot. it’s just-” you sighed, a stray conversation between you and your mother from a few days ago coming back to you. “hey,” you started, lifting your head off of peter’s body. “do you have plans this weekend? my mom told me to extend an invitation to you if you were free.”

peter’s face lit up, and you relished in the shine in his eyes. “yeah! yeah, i’m free! you really want me to meet your family?”

you sucked in a small breath in remembering that fact but nodded, “yes. i kind of breezed over that fact, which i shouldn’t have, but now that i can think about it, i do. i’m so sure they’re going to love you.”

“i hope they do,” peter said, nerves laced within his voice and you pouted, pressing your lips to his jaw. “they will. i doubt anyone couldn't.”

peter snorted, “yeah, well ask flash. or the vulture. or-”

“they’re literal villains! and flash- they’ll love you, you’ll see.”

-

you were still nervous on the day you left for the huge cabin you and your family would be staying at; although considerably less so with peter’s arm wrapped around you and his lips repeatedly pressing kisses to your cheek in the backseat of your mother’s car. you could practically feel your anxiety melting with each press of his lips against your cheek.

as he rested his head against your shoulders, you twirled his hair around your fingers, appreciating the effect the shower he’d taken hurriedly had had on his hair; leaving it damp and curlier than usual. he was silent for the most part, until he lifted his head and you dropped your hand.

“so, tell me about your family members! what are all their names?” peter requested, and your mother raised an eyebrow, “that’s going to take a lot longer than this trip.”

you nodded, “she’s right, it’s better if i just introduce them to you when we get there.”

you whisper now, “i will tell you that my aunt lauren- really skinny and small- will ask you if you’re a secret superhero. she doesn’t know anything, she asks everyone that, don’t panic.

“i have a bajillion little cousins that will be all over you, so hopefully you don’t get too annoyed by children. my uncle carlos will clap you really hard on the back, my aunt lola likes to be called lolita and will bake you too many cookies to eat. please eat them even if you hate them, she’s just trying to make everyone happy.”

peter is nodding along, as focused as you’ve seen him in class. “she sounds sweet, and i doubt i’ll have any problems with your uncle carlos, seeing as i’m spider-man and all.”

you laugh softly, rolling your eyes. “yes, well, let’s see how well spider-man can handle twenty or so relatives throwing themselves at him.”

-

you almost feel dumb for stressing out so much about the event while you watch peter interact with your family- key word almost, when you notice the pleading look he’s sending you while being trapped in your grandmother’s embrace. you walk over to him at once, tapping your grandmother’s shoulder lightly, “grandma? pete needs to breathe,” you point out, and she pulls away, “oh, i’m sorry!” she exclaims, patting him on the cheek, “i have to attend to rosa’s mess of a dinner in the kitchen, it was nice to meet you,” she tells peter. he nods, and your grandma begins to walk away, stopping next to you. “he’s so cute,” she whispers to you, but, of course, peter catches it and beams.

your grandmother strokes your cheek before slapping it gently as a form of goodbye, walking away.

“they do like me!” peter whispers excitedly, and you smile at him, grabbing his hand, “of course they do, but these are the easy ones.” he tilts his head at you, looking so much like a puppy that you nearly coo. “what do you mean?” he asks, and you tug him by the hand, heading to another room.

you bite your lip, “my cousins. the first boyfriend i brought here, they told me they didn’t like him, and two months later, i found out he cheated. it’s happened two times, they’re, like, psychic.”

“this is making me nervous,” peter mumbled, drawing small circles on your hand. humming, you  turn to him, promising your next words, “you’re going to be fine, you’ll see.”

you kiss his nose and give his hand a squeeze, “they’re just little kids.”

you open the door, “with surprising intuitive abilities,” you mutter before your favorite little cousin spots and immediately runs to you. “y/n!” she screams, and you grin, bending down to her level and picking her up. “hi, kami!” you greet, kissing her cheek, and she giggles. she pauses for a second, squinting at peter standing behind you. “who’s this?” she asks, and you turn slightly, “this is peter, he’s my boyfriend.”

peter extends his hand to her with a dorky smile, and she looks at him for a moment before taking it.

other small people are beginning to crowd around you, and you put kamila down, gasping at all the barbies being shown to you and eventually being directed to sit down at a chair, nodding along to an explanation of a video game you’d seen peter play before.

after a little while, diego is distracted enough for you to be able to look up and see peter, in his absolute element, playing with kamila, liam, and veronica. he’s smiling, watching kamila color with veronica in his lap. liam is poking at his arm, directing his attention to the tablet in his chubby hands. veronica swipes at peter’s glasses, which sit perched on his nose.

with brown curls falling over his forehead, black rimmed glasses on his face, and surrounded by your little cousins, you can feel yourself falling even deeper for him, because how can you not? how can you not love the boy who is sitting in a cabin with your family, entertaining the cousins you love?

before you can freak out properly, you are pulled away by kamila, who has appeared by your side and instructs you to play in the play kitchen with her.

not five minutes after, while you are in the middle of making a fake salad, peter appears beside you, offering his help to kamila. he gets right to work, turning the knobs on the plastic kitchen, and he turns to you and mouths trophy husband with a goofy smile.

seeing him mixing a bowl of plastic food, you’re reminded of the alarming realization of just how in love you are with peter parker.

[chandisiacs]

[7:05pm] jisung’s never really been in love with anybody before. he’s never really thought about love and relationships the same way his friends, family, classmates, and even pets do. he’s more of the fuck-them-and-leave type; there were no strings attached, only first meetings and many unspoken words after that. you can say that he isn’t a relationship type of guy, and he intends to leave it that. 

only one small problem: you exist. 

see, jisung’s known you from quite some time--no, scratch that. he’s known you all his life. you could say that you’ve known each other since the birth of dawn, but even a fool knows that things like that would be impossible. let’s say jisung’s known you since elementary school, where he vaguely remembers being picked on by some bullies for being too outgoing and “weird”, and you stepped in for him with your bandaged kneecaps and humungous pastel ribbons. you could say that you were jisung’s savior, his hero. after that, the two of you were like batman and robin, only you were his batman. 

dating forward to third year at uni, jisung’s feelings for you started to waver a bit, and for the most unappealing reason. you were caught in between a dilemma over which reigned supreme best: vinegar or milk. any man or woman would roll their eyes or leave the room if they sought you doing that, but jisung didn’t roll his eyes, and neither did he leave the room. it was only when you were evaluating your preferred liquids when his heart went “ba-dum” and his mouth whispered, “fuck. i think i’m in love with you.” 

so, it’s perfectly reasonable for robin to put himself in a state of panic when batman pops the question of, “hey, do you know how to masturbate?” 

excuse me? what kind of question is that?!

the long hand ticks at five past seven in the evening when you ask that, curled into the couch, phone in hand. it’s just so out of the blue, and though jisung should be used to that already, the context was more than just weird. it was absurd. “what now?” is all that jisung says, voice cracking midway. 

“i said,” you reply, propping your knees down to the ground and sitting up to meet his wide eyes, “do you know how to masturbate?” 

“uh,” jisung says poorly, “i guess? i’ve jerked off a couple of times before. why?” 

ah, sex talk. jisung’s all about that sex talk. whether it’d be about toying with girl’s clits or blowing men’s dicks, he digs the sex talk. only, if he talks about it with his crush of a bajillion years, he doesn’t think that he’ll even muster up the courage to say “boobs”. sadly enough, you hum thoughtfully to yourself before deciding, “teach me!” 

i knew this was coming. “what, how stroke a penis or how to touch yourself?” coming in nice and smooth, sungie. you’re doing great! 

“how to touch myself, of course! did you not hear what i asked earlier?” you snort, rising up from your couch and approaching your best friend. “you said you were a sex god. surely, you must know how to make someone cum in thirty seconds!” 

“yeah, okay, why are you asking me this?” jisung feels hopeless. he’s instantly regretting the days where he bragged about being everyone’s first timer. you falter for that one second, thinking of the best way to make this situation less awkward than it already is. “i just wanted to know how it feels like. what’s wrong with a little spice in my single sex life, you know? come on, jisung! just this once!” 

say no. say no! “alright, fine. let’s give it a shot.” WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! “BUT!” jisung raises his finger up at you, pausing your momentary victory dance. “this is going to remain strictly platonic. i don’t want any fucking around after this whole thing, and i want to keep your mouth shut about this when we talk to our friends. got it?” 

you nod your head eagerly, eyes shimmering with curiosity and excitement that it makes jisung want to coo and kiss you all over. however, he composes himself instead and makes sure that the door’s locked before leading you toward his bed, laying out a towel just right in the middle. “it’s so that you don’t get jizz all over my bedsheets.” jisung says, suddenly shy. “they’re new.” 

by the time you’ve laid yourself down, you look at jisung expectantly, as if waiting for his next step. he scoffs at this, finding your anticipation adorable. “you’re so cute,” he comments before nudging his head at your closed legs. “spread your legs.” 

“yes sir.” you purr jokingly before stifling a few giggles and spreading your legs open. yeah, that didn’t make me hard--snap out of it, jisung! he takes a deep breath at your exposed view, and gods be damned that you look heavenly all splayed out like that. he actually doesn’t believe that he’s doing this, but he isn’t denying the fact that he’s kind of enjoying it. 

placing his hands on your thighs, he spreads your legs a little wider so that he can make his way on top of you. your breath shudders in awe at his thumbs on your inner thighs, and your eyes find your best friend when he finally looks down at you. you couldn’t help but wonder to yourself: since when did jisung look absolutely hot on top of me? 

your breath suddenly hitches when you feel jisung’s hands slide up to the waistband of your shorts, hooking his fingers on the garter of your underwear and smoothing it down slowly, letting your hips move a bit to the sound of the garter slipping down with a gentle tug. “are you sure you want to do this?” jisung asks softly, his eyes never leaving you. “i don’t want to be the reason why you’re uncomfortable.”

you nod your head once more whilst looking down at your undergarments being pulled away in one swift, leaving your bottom half exposed to you and your best friend. you can feel the cool air slap your folds lightly, and you gasp a bit, instinctively pulling your legs together block the air from coming in. however, jisung catches your knees before it closes, and slowly spreads them wide again. “hey, it’s okay. just keep your legs open for me, baby.” 

your eyes widen at that moment jisung uttered out that pet name, and you let out a breathy chuckle at his words. “baby?” 

fuck! jisung inwardly curses, maybe even face-palming while he’s at it. damn your sexual experiences. “ah, sorry.” your best friend laughs nervously. “force of habit. just ignore that.” he didn’t even note the slightly disappointed look on your face, and proceeded to take your hand, folding your forefinger and pinky down. “now, people normally use these two fingers to touch themselves, but since you’re a beginner, you can start with one.” then, he folds your ring finger, and guides your hand down south, right just above your entrance. your breaths get shallower by the second he guides your finger to your clit, and with a gentle push, he pulls pressure on your finger, letting it hit the spot, just where you like it. 

you emit a gasp at the direct hit, taken aback by how you were able to locate your pleasure spot with the help of your best friend. you don’t realize how jisung’s gotten closer to you, your faces inches apart, yet you feel your head throw back when jisung holds the back of your palm and moves it around, giving your clit more friction from your finger. he thinks you look beautiful like that; chest heaving, eyes getting foggy, lips parted and whimpers sounding across the room. it drives jisung crazy, how he can still be in love with you despite teaching you how to finger yourself? then again, when hasn’t he fallen in love with any random scenario that you cause? 

“i love you.” jisung says suddenly, throwing you off guard. your finger stops moving, and you can feel your building arousal coming into a halt. for what seems to be a good ten seconds, you and jisung stare at each other in that exact same position. if an ant crawled by and saw that, even it will question the situation. that wasn’t the case for the both of you. “what?” you breathe out. 

“i love you.” and this time, jisung doesn’t stop. “i’m in love with you, [first name]. you don’t even know. i’ve been in love with you ever since the day you saved me from those bullies, and it only grew stronger among the years. i’m sorry i confessed at the wrong and weirdest time, but i do love you, [first name]. you’re like the robin to my batman.” 

“but batman doesn’t teach robin how to masturbate.” you cock up a small smirk at jisung teasingly, though you seem giddier now. “i mean, they could.” jisung retorts back, shrugging his shoulders. the two of you burst into giggles at that very instant, and when jisung recovers from his own fit of giggles, he smiles down at you, fond as ever. “so, what do you say, partner?” 

he doesn’t need to ask twice when you pull him in for a kiss, one that’s firm and passionate. you even didn’t need to continue your own exploration down south, for when things got heated enough between you two, it was jisung who finished it for you. 

[aerequets]

can you give me some webtoon recommendations? name some of your favorites! :)

i am here to answer folks 😎

all of these webtoons can be found on webtoons.com! I'm not sure about the whole daily pass thing they've got going on (which sucks tbh) but like,,, you could probably find it online illegally. NOT THAT I CONDONE ILLEGAL ACTIVITY HAHAHAHA ᵖˢˢᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ

I'll split these up between completed and in progress :) most are still in progress though

COMPLETED

1) Gourmet Hound (166 chapters)

this is like, my all time favorite webtoon. it follows Lucy and her quest to find all the chefs that left her favorite restaurant, Dimanche! it’s a really heartfelt story and the food illustrations make you really hungry, so make sure you have a snack before you sit down to read it. each character’s name is also food-related, so that’s pretty cool too! and the diversity in this webtoon is AMAZING. it’s the only webtoon i’ve ever read that has a hijabi character in the main cast. the development is done really well and it explores themes of loving and letting go. all in all, it has a bit of everything. i personally love food-related things, and this centers around it, so i was set LOL

(also a bonus is that this webtoon has NOT succumbed to daily pass hell, so you can binge read the whole thing. legally.)

2) Hooky (200 chapters)

if you like stories of witches, this is the one! the summary and beginning chapters are deceptively lighthearted. DO NOT BE FOOLED! the story really develops further on and explores numerous conflicts, a big one being (if i remember correctly) witch vs. nonwitch. if you like to see struggles between two sides, not a good-and-evil but just people-who-want-the-best-for-themselves-and-their-loved-ones type of thing, this is good for that. also, sibling love! the two main characters are Dani and Dorian, and while there is someee romance, i like how this story centers around the siblings first and foremost. ALSO THE ART??? I LOVE HOW THE AUTHOR DRAWS SETTINGS SO MUCH and am unabashedly jealous because i am completely incapable of doing so   just like,,,, even if the story doesn’t pull you in, you can at least stare at each panel for long stretches of time.

(unfortunately succumbed to daily pass, but you can read it on mangaowl or manganelo!)

3) Spirit Fingers (167 chapters)

aww, this one is cute. Amy is 18 and lacking in self confidence (her family definitely doesn’t help). but HEY she joins a wacky art club!! without her parents knowing!! HECK YEAH!! unfortunately it takes more than joining an art club for her to learn to love herself (it is a long journey after all!). i love this webtoon because it explores the problems of multiple people, not just amy: her high achieving brothers, her mother who had to give up her dream, the different members in the art club, Amy’s girl friends. the art is unique and has a cool watercolor-y texture! and the main couple is just adorable, too. if you’re an artist especially, i recommend this because that’s a big theme and you get to see these characters expand their art styles! which is very cool!

(you can read this one fully on 1stkissmanga)

now here’s where the majority of my recs are:

IN PROGRESS (all can be read on webtoon.com)

1) The Makeup Remover (currently 71 chapters)

i look forward to this every tuesday and friday because oh man!!!!!!!!! idk about you guys, but i am thinking about beauty standards A Large Amount of the time, especially when i consume media. and this webtoon is all about beauty standards (specifically in Korea, but still applicable like. everywhere). Main character Yeseul ends up having to partake in this beauty competition and, with her experiences through it, she begins seeing makeup and beauty standards for the huge role they play in society. i said it already but i LOVE LOVE LOVE this webtoon because it really challenges you as a reader to think about your own perspectives. why do we find the things/people beautiful that we do? what shapes our perception? how much of it is marketing, and how much of it shows in our daily lives? what assumptions do you make about people based on how they look? AGHH im sounding like an essay prompt instead of a reviewer but man. if you like webtoons that examine society through a critical lens (gosh i sound like an english teacher), this is the one. 

2) Odd Girl out (currently 261 chapters; on season 2) 

okay, first and foremost: if you’re NOT into long winded drama, this probably isn’t it for you. i will admit im not a fan of long problems that get dragged out, especially in a school setting, but i did keep reading this webtoon and i am glad that i did! the character development here is amazing and ONE CRUCIAL THING is that the whole first season (which is many, many chapters. at least over 100) focuses on the friendship between our main 4 girls. if you don’t wanna wait for a romance storyline (which comes in season 2), then you’ve gotta have the patience of a saint. i loved this though because lots of romance webtoons cast friendships aside or use them to further the romantic plot. platonic relationships are great to read about and this one does it masterfully! main character nari is resilient and emotionally strong, and it’s great to see her ruin her enemies

3) Cursed Princess Club (currently 110 chapters; on break before the final season)

this is another one about beauty and societal expectations, but in a fantasy setting! it’s really funny and the cast of characters is heartwarming. Gwen is a princess, but she doesn’t look like the typical princess. she accidentally stumbles upon the Cursed Princess Club, which is exactly what it sounds like: a club for princesses that have been cursed and are trying to find their self worth despite not being conventional princesses! now that i think about it, this is like a lighthearted mixture of Makeup Remover and Spirit Fingers. although while i do say “lighthearted”, this webtoon has its fair share of mysteries and exploration of deeper topics. but its funny throughout

4) Brass & Sass (currently 83 chapters)

ahh this one is really cute and the art is cute, too! i also like how this has a diverse cast. high schooler Camilla kinda sucks at band, but dangit if she’s not passionate. Victor is some type of musical prodigy but he’s a brass-hole (hahaha get it. no that’s not original i ripped it from the summary). now i KNOW I KNOW, the whole “perky girl and asshole guy” is so overplayed BUT DON’T FRET! this isn’t the type of story where the girl “fixes” the guy, or where the guy is an asshole to everyone except the girl. believe me, the character development and relationship development in this story is SPLENDID. there’s no real antagonist. it’s just a bunch of high schoolers trying their best to make themselves and everyone else happy, and that’s hard! the story is carried more by the characters than by the plot, but it works well in this case since the characters are strong and each one has a presence. 

5) Surviving Romance (currently 10 chapters)

this one is relatively new compared to my other recs but it’s by the author of the Makeup Remover so yaknow i had to hop on it. BUT IT IS VERY DIFFERENT! first off, it’s a horror, so keep that in mind. the best way i can describe it is a mixture of the standard “girl falls into a story” genre, Groundhog Day, and zombies. Yeah. Bascially, Chaerin is our main girl and she’s in a romance story that’s she’s read a bajillion times, so she knows the day has come for her male lead to confess his love! except he doesn’t! because he becomes a zombie instead! hahaha well that sucks! it’s only got 10 chapters but i am very into it, and it seems to be taking an emphasis on platonic relationships, so i am very closely watching 👁👁

6) The Witch and the Bull (currently 60 chapters) 

another witch story! and the art is GORGEOUS. more witch + nonwitch conflict, too! our main dude, Tan, is the royal advisor and he’s hella bigoted against witches. our main girl, Aro, happens to be a witch. and Tan needs her help to make him into a human again (because he got turned into a bull. that is worth mentioning). this is a very barebones summary and there’s a lot more that goes on, but that’s the general gist of the beginning!

ANYWAYS. this got very long, predictably, and i rambled for each title, predictably. i’ve got more that i’m reading, but i really like these 9! i also made comments on the art for a lot of them, which might not matter to some people, but i feel like my art was very impacted by each webtoon i read. if you’re an artist i recommend finding a webtoon you like and studying the art; try implementing parts you like into your own style! 

anyways, i am FINALLY done talking. bye yall 

[hazbincalifornia]

Inside Out

Chapter 40: Baby decides to say hello.

Warnings: Mpreg

Ao3 link

The faux stars glittered above them, and Blitzo sucked in a breath and let it out.

“You need anything back, birdie? I could probably handle a handjob.”

Stolas shook his head. “Mmm, no, I was more focused on you, so I’ll be alright.” He palmed a hand between his legs as if to check before nodding to confirm it. “What about you?”

Blitzo considered for a moment, taking mental stock of himself. His head was a little buzzy, but not bad. Legs were still a bit sore but too not much worse than a kinda-bad day at work, nothing unmanageable. Stomach… “Do you have anything that could help with the itching? All the walking and then riling me up like a horse in heat-”

“Ah, say no more.” Stolas held up a finger, twisting around and rummaging in the bedside table to extract a little container of lotion. “I use this on my hands sometimes.” When he twirled the top off, Blitzo could smell cocoa, and he nodded in approval.

“Yeah, that’ll work.” He reached over for it, but Stolas clicked his tongue.

“Ah ah ah. I said today was about me taking care of you, didn’t I?”

“I don’t think you did, actually.”

“I- well, I meant it in spirit,” Stolas said with a bit of fluster, scooping up a glob of the off-white cream before reconsidering and scraping it back into the tub with his finger. “Just a moment.” He slid off the bed and tugged on a robe before hurrying out the door, leaving Blitzo alone.

Blitzo hugged his stomach to his knees. Now that the post-nut clarity was circling down, he- fuck, he wasn’t sure what he felt. The comforting warmth was still circling his heart like a hound, trying to keep out the revving bike of anxiety ready to crash through as those happy chemicals started to drain into his brain-sewer. Ugh, fuck, that was way too many mixed metaphors. He wanted to let this oozy-warm goopy feeling of schmoop be true, but couldn’t trust it, couldn’t let himself trust it.

Stolas was an overdramatic sap who didn’t know what he was saying, that was all. “Love” was something too strong for fuckbuddies, even ones you knocked up, even ones you wanted to stay knocked up so they’d pop out a cute kid.

But then why would he bother with the apartment thing? With spending so much time praising Blitzo for shit other than his cock? He’d take shallow compliments, they were as easy to swallow as bar bathroom dick after a few stiff ones, but… Blitzo swallowed thickly, tail winding around his legs.

“I hope they’ll be like you.”

“He’s an idiot,” Blitzo muttered, eyes dropping down. “You’ll be better if you’re just a mix of both of our good bits. My talent and hard work, his… I don’t know. Talent for sucking cock, maybe, that’ll get you pretty damn far. Fuck, we’ve both got that, so you’d better be good or it’d be a damn waste. You need my winning good looks, that goes without saying. His eyes, those look pretty cool and keep anybody from knowing where you’re looking so you can just stare at people’s junk if you’re sneaky about it. The way he smiles, if you’ve got a beak. His little laugh. My perfect sense of humor. His-” Blitzo cut himself off when Stolas returned, carrying a wet washcloth.

“I figured wiping down a bit might be pertinent if we were going to use lotion.”

Blitzo flipped a thumb up. “Ah, right. Good call, daddy likey.”

Stolas settled on the bed, pressing the warm cloth to Blitzo’s skin and slowly, methodically rubbing circles over it. The grime of the day soaked up into it, and Stolas moved up his chest and over his arms before pressing it between his legs to soak up the cum that still clung to his thighs.

“Sheesh, I’m not one of your fifty-bajillion dollar statues, you know.”

“I know,” Stolas said, a slight bemused smile quirking up his beak. “You treated me well whenever I needed aftercare, I’m just returning the favor.”

“I’ll have to keep it up then, this isn’t half-bad.” The care Stolas took in cleaning him off… he couldn’t help but remember the shower from- fuck, had it just been a week or two ago? It felt like an eternity. This time, though, Stolas made no move to get him aroused again, finishing with his thighs and balling up the cloth before setting it aside and patting his own gray one. “May I?”

It took a moment to realize that Stolas meant sitting on his lap. Blitz groaned a little.

“Really not selling me on the idea you aren’t using me as a replacement for the baby already.”

“You deserve a bit of pampering now and then. I won’t do anything untoward, Goetia’s honor, this is simply so it won’t be at a strange angle.” He held up his hand, and Blitzo sighed, relaxing against him as he grabbed the lotion. Two black fingers dipped into it, swiping a generous portion over Blitzo’s middle before they circled outwards, sinking into the skin. Between the washcloth clearing out the sweat and the lotion, the itching dissolved, and Blitzo found himself relaxing into the touch with a yawn.

“You can go to sleep if you’d like, I can get you into some of the pajamas we just got,” Stolas said.

“Nah, I’m good,” Blitzo said, even as another traitorous yawn slipped out of his mouth. It was quiet as his eyes fluttered shut, and Stolas hummed a little as he worked for the next few minutes. His skin was probably gonna start sprouting daisies or some shit, considering this was Stolas’s stuff, but it did smell nice…

Blitzo’s breathing had slowed and his eyes had drifted shut when Stolas’s fingers stalled for a moment, spreading out on his stomach and voice a low enough whisper that he was almost certain Stolas thought him asleep.

“Hello there, little one. I know things have been a bit bumpy, but I promise you, it will work out. I love you and your father dearly, and I want you to have the best life that you can. I already know you’re going to be incredible, and I can’t wait to see you. I’ve already missed too much, but I’m going to be here now.”

“Sap,” Blitzo muttered, making Stolas jolt.

“Oh! I didn’t realize you were-“

“Yeah, I’m still awake.” He yawned. “Not for much longer though, I’m beat.” He set his hand over Stolas’s, fingers slipping between the owl’s to rest on his newly-lotioned skin. “Hey, kid. Both your daddies want you to be okay, alright? Any kid of ours is gonna be a hoot, pun very much intended, just don’t tear me up on your way out.”

Stolas rested his chin between Blitzo’s horns as they both felt a nudge outwards. “Kid of ours, hmm?” he echoed with a teasing lilt, and Blitzo swatted at his side with his tail.

“It’s what they are, aren’t they? Even if somebody else is gonna take ‘em, they’re still part you and part me.”

“Yes, I just like hearing it. Our child.” He tugged Blitzo a little closer. “Ours.”

“Ours,” Blitzo repeated, feeling his heart skip a beat as the wording really sunk in before he reached over to the bags for some pajamas. He needed to go the fuck to sleep.

_____________________

Blitzo woke up in Stolas’s arms, swaying gently back and forth as they strode through the hallway.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad place to wake up, but it certainly wasn’t where he’d been when he fell asleep- or at least, he hadn’t been moving. He’d had a blowjob, gotten cleaned up, and then passed out in the bed, sure, but that was in the bed. He hadn’t felt quite so scooped out then either, as if someone had taken a giant melon-baller to his organs and sucked out all the energy in his bones. Tired, sure, but not this. At least he was still in pajamas and not traipsing around naked, freezing his nipples off. A strange, fireside warmth simmered under his skin, with heated cotton stuffed behind his eyes that made his thoughts come thick and slow.

He was also pretty sure that half his face had been slammed up against something, not to mention the end of his tail was wet and had sharp scrapes on it, and a groan vibrated out of his chest at the tangled mix of everything. How could he feel exhausted, content, and beaten up at the same time? That usually involved a lot more drugs than he’d had in ages.

“Mmph… the fuck…?”

“Are you alright, darling?” Stolas shifted him slightly in his arms. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

Blitzo scrubbed at his eyes, grimacing at the soreness- yep, something had definitely smacked him in the face, since the left one was tender in a way that indicated a burgeoning black eye. Fan-fucking-tastic. “Back to…what, did somebody try and steal me like the creepo Sleeping Beauty prince, or was I sleepwalking or something?”

“Or something,” Stolas said, striding down the hallway with purpose. Blitzo’s eyes fluttered as he clung to the soft feathers on Stolas’s chest, exhaustion dragging him closer to sleep but confusion and curiosity (and his aching face) edging him on the line so he couldn’t quite tip back over into unconsciousness yet.

“It feels like somebody tranqed me, then slung me over their shoulder like a bag of concrete and I hit every corner in the whole damn place. Did I piss myself and you had to dunk me in the bath or whatever?” He wasn’t outright wet but he was sweaty again, with a sticky sheen that made his clothes cling to his body, especially his belly. Thank fuck they’d gotten some pajamas at least, the soft cloth helped a hell of a lot.

Somehow, the ache and his sticky body weren’t nearly as uncomfortable as they should have been with the cozy certainty of safety that was settled in his bones, and that in itself almost put him on edge more than anything else. He didn’t think Stolas would do anything in his sleep, but… he hadn’t felt this truly safe in decades. It had his tail curling around Stolas’s arm, feeling it move back and forth with every step.

“The child…” Stolas had to take a moment to gather his thoughts, and from this angle, Blitzo could see how his beak hooked ever-so-slightly. Perfect for tearing open flesh. His, maybe. (Man, he was tired) “They were able to… briefly control your body.”

A record scratched in his head, and Blitzo’s claws dug into Stolas’s flesh.“Wait, they what?” The walls swirled around him, eyes darting this way and that as his throat tightened. What the fuck? They could do that? Had it been happening before? Had he lost time? What if it had happened on a job? Could that kinda shit rupture your heart?

“I didn’t realize…” Stolas nudged open the door to his bedroom with an elbow, setting Blitzo down on the mattress, but Blitzo immediately tried to spring back up- and unfortunately, a combination of fatigue and imbalance from the massive baby gut had him nearly topple right back over, with Stolas fumbling to catch him as he hit the pillows before he shoved himself back up into a sitting position. “Careful!”

“You didn’t realize what? Baby fuckin’ possessed me?”

“Only briefly!” Stolas waved his hands, but Blitzo’s heart was slamming in his chest, bloodshot eyes wide. “They didn’t do any harm!”

“How do you know that? Fuck, I- I-”

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Stolas brushed a hand over Blitzo’s forehead, and Blitzo’s hands curled into fists as he tried to think.

“Gave me a whopper of a black eye, that’s for damn sure.”

Stolas’s fingers gently traced over his left eye before lingering on the soft flesh just below it, a glow briefly flashing before the pain dissipated. “Mmm, yes, it looks like it. Does it feel like there’s any… internal damage? That’s what you really would have to worry about.”

Blitzo set a hand on his chest, sucking in a breath and forcing himself to hold it as his heart stopped rattling off like a semi-automatic. His stomach was gurgly and his heart was still slowing, but otherwise, he felt… normal. A bit warm, but normal.

“I… guess not?” His tail curled around his middle, and he squeezed at the end of it as if wringing his hands. “Kinda warm, like somebody shoved me in the microwave for a minute, but I don’t think my lungs are about to pop like birthday balloons or anything.”

“Good, good.” Stolas’s hand drifted down to rest its fingertips on Blitzo’s stomach. “They must have been excited to see the world, that’s all.”

A shudder still ran up Blitzo’s spine. “What did they even do?”

“Wander around the hallway, mostly.” Stolas clicked his tongue. “I realized you weren’t in bed, and at first I assumed you were merely using the toilet, but something felt amiss. There was strange magic in the air. I followed it to see… you.” His beak slid up slightly before raising one of Blitzo’s hands, and only then did Blitzo realize there were tiny bits of wallpaper under the claws. “You were dragging your hand along the walls, and your head was sort of…hanging, like a doll. They hit your head when they didn’t turn fast enough by a statue a moment after I spotted you, that was when I scooped you up. Your eyes were black, and you were glowing slightly.”

“And that was it?” Blitzo raised an eyebrow. Stolas nodded.

“That was it.” He paused. “Well… They did…” He gestured to Blitzo’s tail, and Blitzo’s hand loosened around it, holding it up to his eyes before grimacing.

“Are those teeth marks?”

“I couldn’t tug it out of their mouth fast enough.”

“You’re fucking kidding.”

“I’m not.” Stolas’s half-grin continued for a moment before softening. “I could also feel the waves of overflow magic. I’m assuming you’re tired?”

“I feel like I could pass out for a week, yeah.”

“Mmm, that’s them drawing from your energy. You should be alright with a bit more rest, and I’ll be sure to have a good breakfast ready.” He pecked a kiss on Blitzo’s forehead, and it was like a shock spiraling down from where his beak touched. Stolas pulled back, concerned when a twitch ran through Blitzo’s body. “Are you- did they hurt you?”

Blitzo’s hand rested on his chest again before dropping to his stomach. That comfortable, cottony feeling hadn’t gone away yet, and as his panic dissolved, it expanded like foam, cozy conviction that fluttered in his brain while he traced a finger over a lazy press outwards.

His hand fell flat, and a nervous laugh bubbled from his chest as delight echoed in his blood. He could feel an echo of his own movement, curled up and curious as they prodded back out with their baby hand. They were safe. They were happy. They were tired. But when he draped his tail over his stomach, pure bubbly love of the kind he hadn’t felt since he was a kid curled around his brain like marshmallow fluff, sinking in and soothing away the self-doubt for just a moment.

They were excited enough to see the world that they were still spilling all over, but the flood of joy at simply living, at being himself, was overwhelming. (Had he ever really, truly loved himself this much?)

“Are you alright?” Stolas asked again, and Blitzo realized that there were tears sliding down his cheeks.

"I- you know what?" He wiped his eyes and looked at the droplets before a slow, twitchy smile spread across his face. "I think somehow I am, actually."

[spencerreidslove]

Matchmaker

A/N it’s a little long, bear with me. Mostly fluff. Set around season 15

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Being a 1st grade teacher was the dream job.

Well, most of the time it was the dream job. The days when you had to capture a spider while several screaming 6 and 7 year olds run around behind you weren’t the best.

It was your second year of teaching 1st grade and it was the second day of school. After the spider fiasco, you were a little tired, and as much as you loved your students, dismissal was also a good part of the day.

All the students filled out of your classroom, and you turned away from the door to see that not all of your students had left.

There was a girl, with curly brown hair and wide eyes still sitting at her desk. She was frowning and clutching a stuffed bunny.

You were still learning names, and you were 90% sure you knew her name. Margaret Reid.

You took a chair off the desk in across of hers and sat beside her.

“Margaret?” You asked. “Did you hear me? I said you could go get picked up now.”

“I know.” She mumbled.

Margaret didn’t seem to want to say more.

“Who normally picks you up?” You asked.

“My daddy. If he’s not here than my Uncle Derek or Mrs. McComb who lives next door.” Margaret timidly replied before hugging her bunny tighter.

“Do you know where your daddy is?” You asked. If she needed to be somewhere you had to be sure to get her there.

“He’s late. My daddy works for the FBI. That’s like the police but better.” She said.

You smiled. Margaret seemed shy and not willing to say much else.

“Really? Than he must be really smart. Just like you.” You said.

“My daddy is really smart. He’s a docta but not the kind you go to when you get sick. He’s read like a bajillion books and knows everything. He named me after a really smart girl who made it so we could go to the moon.” Margaret said.

Apparently asking about her dad was one way to get her to open up.

“What else?” You asked.

“He remembers everything. All the time. It’s a e-something memory.” She said.

“He sounds very nice. But if he’s late I’m going to need to know.” You said.

Margaret frowned and then snuggled half her face back down into her stuffed rabbit.

“What about your bunny?” You asked, touching the toy’s nose.

“Her name is Lily. Can she sit with me please? In Kindergarten my teacher said she had to stay in my bag all day.” Margaret said, hugging the plush toy closer.

“As long as she doesn’t distract you and you can get all your work done.” You said.

“Lily helps me with my work. She’s really smart.” Margaret said.

“Since your daddy’s late I’m going to have to call the office and see what we can do. Would you like to draw a picture while you wait?” You asked.

Margaret nodded. You went over to the drawers where you kept the crayons and paper and brought her back a box and a couple pieces of paper. You turned back to your desk, about to call the office, then-

“Miss Y/L/N?” Margaret said.

“Yes sweetheart?” You said.

“Can you please call me Maggie? Only my Uncle Hotch calls me Margaret.” She said, not looking up from her drawing.

“Ok.” You said.

You called the office and five minutes later, a tall, lanky man with wild curly hair came into your classroom. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a dark blue sweater vest over it and and dark jacket.

“Daddy!” Maggie said, jumping up from her seat and giving him a hug around his legs. He laughed and picked her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Maggie took Lily and made her give her father a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” Maggie’s father said. You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or Maggie.

“It’s ok.” Maggie said. “Miss Y/L/N let me color.”

Her dad turned her attention to you.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Y/L/N. Sorry I’m late, I would say it won’t happen again, but it might.” He said.

“It’s ok. Nice to meet you too, Mr. Reid.” You said.

“It’s docta!” Maggie said.

“Sorry, Dr. Reid.” You said, correcting yourself.

“Don’t worry about it. Again, I’m sorry for being late.”

You shook your head and smiled. “It’s alright. I normally stay behind after school anyway.” You said.

“Well, Maggie, go get your bag. I have to go back to work but you’re going to spend time with Auntie Penelope ok?” Dr. Reid said, putting Maggie down.

He had a bright smile and watched as his daughter dashed across the classroom.

“She speaks very highly of you. She says you’re very smart and I guess you would have to be if you’ve read a bajillon books.” You said.

Dr. Reid laughed. “Not quiet a bajillion but I’m getting there.” He said.

Maggie ran back over holding a bright pink backpack with a unicorn on it.

“If you know what days you’re going to be late, I would be more than happy to let Maggie stay in the classroom til you get here.” You said.

“I couldn’t possibly accept that. I’m sure you have things to do.” Dr. Reid said.

“Please, Daddy? I like her. She lets me hold Lily with me all day.” Maggie said, holding up her bunny.

“It’s no problem at all, Dr. Reid.” You said.

“All right. But please call me Spencer.” He said.

“Y/N.” You said.

After waving goodbye to Maggie you turned back to your desk. You were looking forward to seeing Spencer when he picked up Maggie.

-

Spencer stepped off the elevator at Quantico, holding Maggie’s hand.

“There she is! And with her new backpack too!” Garcia said coming down the hallway.

“Auntie Penelope!” Maggie yelled, letting go of Spencer’s hand and running to Garcia. Garcia leaned over and gave Maggie a hug.

“You are going to come hang out with me, you magical little munchkin!” Garcia said, waving the colorful pen in her hand and tapping Maggie on the nose with it.

“Sorry we’re late Garcia.” Spencer said.

“Almost fifteen minutes late. What happened?” Garcia asked.

“Uh...traffic.” Spencer said.

“Noooo.” Maggie said to her dad before turning to Garcia. “We’re late because Daddy was busy smiling at Miss Y/L/N.”

“Miss Y/L/N?” Garcia asked, a smirking coming on her face.

“She’s my teacher, and she’s pretty like a Disney Princess. Daddy was smiling at her like he does when he talks about books.” Maggie said, matter-o-factly.

“We have so much to discuss. Tell me, what’s Miss Y/L/N’s first name?” Garcia asked leading Maggie down the hall to her lair.

“Garcia, don’t you dare search her up!” Reid called out after her. He turned to the doors of the BAU and startled to see Rossi standing there, stirring a cup of coffee.

“So...a pretty 1st grade teacher.” Rossi said.

“Don’t.” Reid said, brushing past him.

“How pretty is she?” Rossi asked.

“Very.” Reid mumbled to himself as he made his way to his desk.

-

You had grown accustom to seeing Spencer after almost every school day, unless he was out of town. You weren’t sure what he did for the FBI but he travelled a lot.

The days he was out of town, Maggie normally got picked up by a man you learned was her Uncle Derek, who she was very close with.

(“Did you know my middle name is Morgan because Uncle Derek’s last name is Morgan?”)

One day, after school you were hanging things up on the board you used to display student work while Maggie colored.

As you hung up the last picture you turned and saw her smiling at the board.

Before you could ask her what she was smiling about, Spencer came into the room.

“Daddy, Daddy, look! My rainbow’s on the good work board!” Maggie said, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the board where you had just finished putting up her drawing of a rainbow.

“What! That’s awesome Maggie!” Spencer said, giving her a hug.

“It’s a very nice rainbow.” You said.

“I tried to make it pretty like Miss Y/L/N.” Maggie said looking at you.

“Well I think your rainbow is even prettier than me.” You said.

Maggie shook her head.

“Nuh-uh. Tell her how she’s prettier than my rainbow.” Maggie said, turning to Spencer.

You blushed a little bit as Spencer looked up at you from where he was crouched next to Maggie.

“Go on, tell her!” Maggie said before turning to you. “I heard my Uncle Luke tell Auntie Penelope that Daddy thinks you’re pretty.”

You blushed and covered your mouth to keep from smiling.

“I-uh-I didn’t say that.” Spencer said, standing up.

“That’s a lie and you said I shouldn’t tell lies.” Maggie said. “Uncle Luke also said that you should grow a pair and ask her to dinner.”

“We’re going to have a conversation with Uncle Luke about what’s appropriate to say in front of you.” Spencer said, blushing and grabbing Maggie’s hand, desperate to get out of the classroom.

As Spencer awkwardly waved bye to you and dragged Maggie out of the classroom, you heard her say; “Auntie Emily and Uncle Dave also have a bet about when you too are gonna-“

You didn’t hear the end of that sentence as she was dragged too far down the hall, but you started blushing profusely and covered your face with your hands. You really like Spencer, and his daughter had just embarrassed both of you.

A few minutes later, the door to your room opened again and Spencer stepped in again.

Determined not to make a fool out of yourself, you calmly asked, “Did Maggie forget something?”

“Yeah.” Spencer paused as he walked over to Maggie’s desk and picked up Lily. “But... I was also wondering if maybe sometime you’d like to get dinner with me. You don’t have to after what just happened, but-“

“I would love to.” You said. You quickly scribbled down your phone number on a sticky note and handed it to him. “Call and tell me when.”

As Spencer took the post-it, his hand lingered on yours for a second and smiled.

Part 2?

[writerwrites]

Little Town Street

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: A college fling with Andy Barber is rekindled when you move back to Boston and you’re both single. 

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Smut 18+, language, tinge of angst, Defending Jacob spoilers / all the warnings that would go along with the series, fleeting mentions of divorce and bad breakups

A/N: *THIS IS A ONE SHOT* This is the Week 3 prompt to the Optimistic Captain Donut Challenge created by @captainchrisbaby, @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho , and @donutloverxo​ || The Week 3 Prompt was based on  All Too Well by Taylor Swift || I’m only 3 months late, minimum || Fall dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Boston. Your heart raced just thinking about getting back to the place you went to college. The glide of the tassel across your cap and the memories of late night conversations over pizza and beer while elbow deep in a tort. You’d loved the smell of law books and the haze of the green lamps on the library’s oversized and ancient oak desks. The magic of that place was lost on you while you were there, as was the magic of the few relationships you managed to establish while getting your law degree. But here you were, the little suburban town just out of the city, boxes piling up in the empty living room as you settled into your newly single life at a small firm that liked your big New York City success. This was a needed change after a painful breakup. This was your clean break.

Covered in sweat with your hair in a messy top bun, tank top slithering up the steep curves of your soft sides while the sun kissed the back of your bronzed skin, you heard a honk at the intersection in front of your house. The unexpected sound jolted you and the heavy box of books slipped from your fingers and landed on your foot. Hopping to the steps of your new brick home, you looked over at the intersection. It was a near-accident that was the cause of the ruckus. Both cars now at a standstill at the center of the four-way intersection. It took a minute for you to process the shock as you rubbed at your aching foot, but there he was, thick brown hair and bright blue eyes looking at you through the windshield of a black Audi A6. Andy Barber.

With such a public court case and the subsequent car accident, every news-viewing American knew who he was and knew a little too much about him. The problem was that while you’d sat in your own office in the Big Apple, trying to put yourself in Andy’s shoes, you watched a person you once knew in a new light and while your now-ex kept bringing up the commentary of obvious guilt, you couldn't help but sympathize with the collapse of his life. It was too easy for you to slip into the heartache of a family stalked and ruined, a person left so completely exposed and judged by everyone that you’d trusted. It was, after all, why you’d left New York. It was a miracle you’d gotten your fresh start, the Barbers certainly didn’t. You could picture it, but you never speculated, never stayed on the channel when the case came on. Every fiber of your being couldn’t look at him, not because of what broadcasters said but because of the too real memories of a love lost.

You were the one that ended the stare-off, your foot aching more with every passing second. Jaw clenched and lips pressed into a line, you were just about to convince yourself that there was no way Andy Barber, your biggest competition in college and your first love, was outside your new home… and then you heard him say your name. God, it always sounded so good coming from his mouth. The last time you’d heard it he was asking you not to go, drunk outside the bar you’d had your first date telling you that what you two had was bigger than the careers ahead. He didn’t see the tears streaming down your face once you turned away to get in your cab. Maybe, after all this time, he thought you didn’t hear him scream your name.

When you opened your eyes Andy was there at the bottom of your driveway on that little town street, brows knit together with concern as he locked his car that was perfectly parked on the steep driveway like he’d done it a million times. “Don’t look so worried about me, Andrew. You’re the one who just nearly crashed a bajillion dollar car.”

He laughed, despite noticing how you’d used his full name like you two were standing on opposite ends of a courtroom- and maybe you were. But that laugh, the warmth of it wrapped you up and you were thrown back through the magic and memories of that romance once more. The plaid shirts you stole in the middle of the night to run to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Your skin was covered in goosebumps despite the heat as you remembered how Andy had peeled you out of his shirts to warm you back up with his skin on yours, the metal of the fridge pressed to your back. Every moment with him was crystal clear in your mind the smells of autumn and taste of cider and beer when your tongues met, the feeling of his beard scratching your thighs, and... It took his hands on your chin to pull you out of the pain and want of those happier days that you’d ignorantly run from scared of settling. “Are you sure the box didn’t land on your pretty little head?”

The sound that passed your lips was practically a damn purr, you mentally cursed him for pulling it out of you with familiar ease. Opening your eyes to look up at him, you wondered if the emotions of that tumultuous relationship sat at the forefront of his mind too and if it was written on your face. “Nope, definitely landed on my foot.” Swallowing at the sandpaper in your throat, you looked at the swollen discolored mess. “You didn’t have to see if I was okay.”

“First, yeah, I did. It’s been fifteen or sixteen years since I’ve seen you. Second, I saw you hop over here clutching your foot. I can’t leave a wounded deer on the side of the road, can I?” His hands were stubbornly placed on his hips and that’s when you noticed the pale indent of a missing wedding band on his left hand’s ring finger. His blue eyes followed your gaze and he rubbed at the spot like he’d not gotten used to the absence of the cool metal. A similar thin, faded line from a discarded engagement ring on your matching finger. “I guess we’ve both been through it.”

Offering him a small smile, he helped you up and as Andy’s strong hands clutched your waist you wondered if he’d remembered just how ticklish the space between your ribs and hip were when he was careful to not touch you there. When you grabbed at the perfectly tailored coat trying to hop around the man let out an amused grumble and scooped you up. “Aren’t we a little old for grand gestures?” Your head rolled back as you laughed and he turned to get you through the door without smacking your injured foot on the frame. “Jesus are you hitting the gym and benching thick girls, Barber?”

The laughter filling the house was only amplified by his unceremonious dropping of you onto the love seat. The crooked smile looking down at you made you melt. That look, it was a drug that you’d had you first taste of in a mock trial, when he knew he’d won his case and looked back at you in the seats behind him, taking notes. “Other than the box on the lawn, are there any more?”

“You don’t have to..”

“But I’m going to and I want to. Besides, you can’t.” Andy was already pulling off his coat, loosening his tie, and buttoning his shirt before you could protest... not that you were capable of it. He bit his lip when he caught sight of you drinking him in. The slacks and the undershirt that clung to him. “Like what you see?”

“It’s rude.” You stated matter of fact, gesturing to all of him. Andy raised his hands as if to apologize, heading to the door to get to work. Closing your eyes, you could perfectly picture that one picture of the two of you at your graduation. Inadvertently, you mumbled to yourself. “I miss looking that damn good.”

If your eyes hadn’t been closed maybe you would’ve seen the way he froze in the doorway, biting his tongue before stepping out. It wasn’t until you heard the hefty thunk of a box on the hardwood floor that you peaked your eyes open. A clear sheen of sweat glistened on his brow and you bit your lip, the heat running over your body was hardly from moving boxes or the summer heat pouring in the front door. “Please tell me the rest of it isn’t boxes of books, Legal Beagle.”

Scoffing at the old nickname you sighed, “Nope, it’s just bottles of wine and liquor and pictures. The remnants that I didn’t want to break or misplace in the moving truck that came a few days ago.”

“You’ve been here for days and you didn’t call.” His tone was surprisingly wounded.

“Well, Legal Eagle, you didn’t exactly shoot me an email either.” Andy’s eyes burned into you when you used his old nickname back, but you couldn’t decipher what that look really meant. Before you could ask or apologize he was turning back out the door, leaving you there to chew the inside of your cheek raw.

Andy made quick work of the boxes in your car while you nursed your bruised foot trying to unravel the feelings bubbling to the surface of your mind in memories and regrets. When the front door shut, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up, eyes fixed on the bruise while you thought about the emotional bruising you’d caused each other. It wasn’t hard to really know why he hadn’t emailed, nothing funny in the broken pieces you bother were left to pack up and move on from. When had you started crying? Cheeks wet when his hands cupped your face, forcing you to look up at him, thumbs brushing the tears away. “Hey, if it hurts that bad maybe we should take you to get it looked at.”

Reaching up you grabbed Andy’s wrists, but you found yourself hanging there, incapable of pulling him off of you. Instead, your thumbs brushed across the inside of his wrists just applying a little bit of pressure before skimming your hands up the firm muscles of Andy’s forearms. Each of you tried to translate the signals the other was putting off. If it hadn’t been for the haze of being so close to him, maybe you would’ve had the sense to pull away. With a sniffle and apologetic smile you shook your head ‘no’- or at least to the best of your ability when he was still comforting you like no time or pain had passed between the two of you. How long had you been holding on to this first love?

This close you could see it, the little creases of age at the corners of his eyes and a little salt and pepper in his beard. Despite the way those lines seemed to crease his face like words of chapters you’d not been privy to, his blue gaze was unchanged and every welcoming detail of them looked at you like you hadn’t changed either. The moment his knee pressed between your thighs to your core you realized just how needy you were, whimpering and parting your legs as he lowered himself onto you. His hands moved down your neck to your breasts and a firm squeeze and the brush of his thumb over your nipples elicited another breathy moan from your lips. How long had it been since anyone had looked at you like that? How long since you’d gotten off?

“Andy,” The weight of his name on your tongue was dizzying, but the way he said your name back was just as heavy. You pulled his mouth to yours and he parted his lips to wrap around  your bottom lip. His beard scratched at your chin, sending shivers down your body.

Picking your hips up from the couch, you satisfied the ache between your legs on his thigh. Smirking against your lips Andy pressed harder into your core. “You missed me.”

“To the bone,” The confession passed your lips and all you wanted was for him to stay, the thought alone so wholly selfish. Your eyes fluttered open, scared that it had been poison on his own tongue, noticing how he’d pulled away ever so slightly. “That wasn’t fair.”

Though it seemed like a poor apology, Andy was already shaking his head to reassure you that it wasn’t. That quiet, it wasn’t a trait in him you recalled. His hands moved down your frame and he pulled you onto his lap, careful to let you move your legs to straddle him and not hit your foot along the way. “Did you think I wouldn’t care that you were coming back?”

Before you could answer, he stole your air again. Andy’s lips pressed to your neck and he hummed as he tasted the salt on your skin. Then he found the spot he used to always mark, that spot that always seemed to peak just a little out of your favorite courtroom blouse. Gasping, your nails scratched softly at his sides. He took it as a hint and pulled off his undershirt, throwing it at the boxes that had his tie, coat, and button up. “Andrew. I’m trying not to assume anything here but…”

He looked up at you so sweetly that it erased whatever logic you were trying to pull on him with that one dopey smile. “Tell me this isn’t home.”

“I..” Your mouth bobbed open and you looked at him with wide eyes. Did he mean Boston or this moment on his lap like pieces were falling into place since you’d left.

Squeezing your thighs in his palms he repeated the question. “Tell me this isn’t home. Tell me you don’t remember the promise you broke. Tell me those boxes with pictures don’t have the pictures of us all over this town.” Was this a call out? If he hadn’t been looking at you with such heartache you would have looked away. “Maybe I asked for too much and maybe I was just as scared as you were about the future I saw for us… but tell me we didn’t just find our time.”

The tips of your fingers moved up his chest and settled at the sides of his neck, innocently tugging at his beard. Leaning forward you pressed your lips to his forehead and slipped off of his lap though your whole body seemed almost unamused by the cruel neglect of his warmth, your legs staying draped over him and one arm still linked through his. Looking over the boxes you found the stack with the bright blue sharpie, ‘winter clothes’ sprawled across the top as it sat halfway between the bottom of the stairs and the closet by the front door. “Grab that one.”

Andy untangled himself from you with his fingers burning across your skin, reluctantly slipping off the couch to grab the box. When he came back with it you noticed a hesitant look on his face. His eyes moved to his discarded clothes and you sighed and pulled him back to the small couch. “Want to tell me why you’re avoiding my questions?” Ignoring him you peeled the box open and moved a few things out of the way while you pulled out exactly what you knew you needed. “I don’t break over honesty anymo-”

Words seemed to escape him the moment he saw his scarf from the first time he’d gone home with you to meet your family. He didn’t do the meet-the-parents charade and the relationship had been new, but yours had welcomed him in and made him want his own one day. Andy never thought he’d settle with someone else, but that’s exactly what he’d done when you didn’t call, write, visit, or move back… he’d settled. That little trip was a memory he’d revisited often in the torment of waiting for you to come back. The pair of you had spent most of the holiday either studying for exams on your twin sized bed or pouring over old photographs from your childhood. Now you could practically see the memories flooding back as he reached for the scarf and brushed his fingers over the soft fabric.

So, it was your turn for a confession, an apology even. “I remember it all. I miss it all. We may have been young, but we weren’t wrong. No one knew me like you did. No one ever has. We grew up, but you lingered here.” Your fingers combed through his hair and tapped his temple before moving down his body to his sternum, tapping at his pulse, “... and here.” Andy covered your hand in his, drawing your fingers lower to the buckle of his slacks. Your cheeks went red and you nodded a ‘there too’ without being able to form the words.

“Do I get a hundredth chance?” The hope in his eyes was mirrored in your own, your racing heart no longer felt like a warning sign.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” A shaky laugh passed your lips. Andy wrapped his arms around you, tender, before he laughed too, his body shaking against yours. “Oh, this is a prank? Well, damn. That’s embarrassing.”

Andy looked at you and lunging forward, mouths ricocheting in a deep kiss, tongues hungry for the lost time. Only when you came up for air, the pair of you now buried in the couch cushions, did he speak up, “You deserve all the hell I’m going to give you for waiting this long to let me love you.”

“Does that mean you’re going to stay and rub my skin raw with this beard?” Squirming under him, the pair of you frantically reached for every clasp and zipper until there was nothing left between you. His lips moved down your frame and you surprised yourself, pulling him back to your mouth. “You’re staying with me Andy Barber.” Your fingers wrapped around his length and pumped him, brushing the head of his cock against your slit, already dripping. “You’re staying so beard on thighs can wait.” Pressing your mouth back to his as you continued to tease him you whimpered, not even needing to say it but recalling how much he used to love hearing it. “I need you. Don’t make me wait anymore. I need to feel all of you. I miss-”

The begging and pawing, he couldn’t take you slowly, not yet at least. Andy rutted himself into you, growling when your tight wet heat wrapped around him. He buried his forehead into the curve of your neck as he thrust into you over and over, savoring the way you gasped at his every slight movement. Andy worshiped the new softness of your frame and none of this felt like strangers trying to figure out how to get each other off. His thumb brushed back and forth across your swollen clit and, unlike anyone else, you stuttered his name as you got closer, clamping around him, hips bucking off the couch to meet every deep thrust as he slowed his pace to draw this out for both of you.

You loved the look on his face, the way he bit his swollen lips between a million kisses left on your sweaty skin. The way he lost focus when you said his name and how he gently grabbed your chin as you stuttered his name again; so close, so wet for him, so ready to finally get off. Permission, your legs shook and you whined as he kept you right there at the tipping point, building himself up to his own orgasm while he edged you. “Come for me, lover.”

The words were so welcome, just enough to push you over the edge and quickly chased by you begging him, “Stay inside me.” Andy throbbed inside you as you pulsed around his cock, your fingers digging into the meat of his thighs as your orgasm didn’t seem to stop, the room seemingly silent as the echoing thrusts and calling out of names tapered out to the sticky collapse of you both tangled up on the love seat.

Your eyes closed, exhaustion settling in, and Andy watched you breathing. Softly, Andy nuzzled his nose against the top of your head. “If you fall asleep, I’ll fall asleep.”

With a hum you nodded, reaching up to his hand that had settled on your breast, patting it, “Would that be so bad?”

More to himself, voice so low you almost couldn’t hear him. “I can’t lose you again. Can’t lose anyone else.”

“There’s probably a lot we can’t talk about, but this isn’t a dream, Andy.” Pivoting just enough to look at him you held his hand and kissed his chin. “I can’t lose you again either. I already lost a foot.”

There it was, that cheeky little smile. You both sleepy laughed and you watched his body relax. “You almost cost me my car.”

“I couldn’t run away again, even if I wanted to.” Crinkling your nose you smiled, brushing your finger over the smooth part of his skin where the missing ring marked him. He did the same. The scarf hung over the back of the sofa and looked up at him. “I don’t want to, if that wasn’t obvious.”

His blue eyes closed, his smile went soft, and Andy Barber fell asleep in your arms. If someone would have told you that this would have happened when you left New York you would have run back to Boston and spared the pair of you a world of pain. Though you were scared of bridging the gaps caused by the many roads the pair of you had taken to get here, you shut your eyes and smile at the reality that all those roads led home- to him. Like kintsugi everything seemed hopeful, incapable of breaking like the last time, stronger and made beautiful through the healing time of quiet apologies, verbal and physical.

It had been him all along, no denying it. Neither of you would ever have to ask the other to stay again.

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[trashboatprince]

Since I’m still in a sci-fi mood (along with, like, monsters and romance stuff too, but that’s always there), and I haven’t been able to really... make any new written content recently, I decided to rework an old one-shot I wrote for the space pirate au with how my Henry, Hugo, met Bendy in it.

I honestly don’t remember if I ever posted it here, I know I posted it on discord for my friends to read, but I’m posting up a better version here. Plus, rewriting an old drabble might help me get back into the swing of things when it comes to writing! Especially since I’ve got a zine entry to work on. 

As always, Hugo is a half human/half alien (Asterian), and he’s fourteen in this. Bendy is a being from another universe or dimension, it’s unclear where Bendy’s from, but he’s a demon.

Asterians are a race of aliens that have the ability to travel through the vacuum of space with no need to breathe and have bioluminescent skin, but because Hugo is part human, he can’t last as long in space as he should.

On with the fic!

--

Hugo had lost count of how long he had been left on this stupid hunk of space rock, but he knew that he would probably be dead in due time. 

He considered that he’s probably got about an hour or two left, and knowing the Butcher Gang, they’ll either show up last minute to watch him suffer before putting him back on the ship, or they’ll just let him perish. They’re real jackasses like that.

At least he took his sketchbook with him after they threw him off the ship for their own enjoyment, but still, not much to draw when all around him was just inky darkness and a weak light source from a distant star. 

He sighed, soundless, his skin gently flashing a neon green, starting from his face down to his fingertips.

“Dat’s a real fancy trick ya can do, kid.”

Hugo’s eyes widened and he turned, shocked to have heard a voice, when he normally couldn’t hear anything in the vacuum of space. He was surprised to see something moving in the darkness of space around him. Something shifted, specks of lights moving around in front of him, before something formed. It looked like a wide, cartoon-ish smile, and from there a whiteness started to spread, forming an odd shape. Then two black, nearly full ovals, with little cuts in them, appeared in the white. It was a face!

“Hiya!” The face greeted in a childish voice, though clearly accented. The shape got closer and as it stepped onto the rock with Hugo, the half-human saw a shape form.

The darkness of space took on legs, oddly shaped, along with a long tail, them a small body that was sorta shaped like a bean. Arms with clawed hands followed, and the face seemed to have more of a head shape to it, though clearly shaped like a strange crescent form. The blackness of the body was covered in what looked like stars, twinkling and flashing, a variety of colors.

“What?” The strange creature asked. “Ya not gonna greet me?”

Hugo frowned, gesturing to his throat and then opened his mouth before shaking his head, his skin flashing involuntarily.

“Ah, right,” The creature nodded, frowning, “ya guys in dis universe can’t talk in da vacuum of space. Hold on.” 

He snapped his fingers, the snap actually made a sound, and a bubble surrounded the whole rock. Hugo let out a surprised laugh, before slapping a hand over his mouth, blinking. “W-what?”

“Just a li’l trick, super easy to do!” A grin formed on the other’s face. “It’s made outta natural gases dat drift around us, can’t just make it all, ya know, willy-nilly, but it’s super simple! So, what’s yours dat mine’s Bendy!”

Hugo had to take a moment to register what this guy, Bendy, has said. “It’s, uh, it’s Hugo.” He replied, coughing, trying to sound deeper than he naturally was. 

“Hugo, huh?” Bendy grinned brightly. “Nice to meet’cha! So, whatcha doin’ out here in an asteroid belt? Not really a social spot fer ya... what are you?”

“I dunno.” Hugo shrugged. “Human and somethin’ else, I reckon. What exactly are you?”

“Demon!”

“Demon? You mean, like, those human monsters?”

Bendy snorted loudly at this. “Pah-lease! Nonononononono- weeeellll... yes? No? Maybe so! Hard to tell, I mean, demons an’ angels aren’t technically natural to dis dimension, but we exist! We’ve been to Earth! I’ve been there, a number of times, really nice, an’ kinda bad, but it’s got lots of fun stuff there! Ya ever been?”

Hugo shook his head. “No, never really been in that area of the galaxy. Been, uh, stuck in situations were I don’t get to pick where I go.”

The grin slipped on Bendy’s face, as if he was reading the situation and figured out what Hugo was referring to. “Ah, I getcha. Still, maybe you’ll get to see it! It’s pretty neat!” The grin returned and cosmic eyes glanced to the sketchbook resting next to Hugo. “Oh! Ya draw?”

There was a nod, and Bendy asked to see. Hugo let him and Bendy started to look at the sketches and drawings Hugo’s done over the past few months. He seemed rather excited and giddy about them, chatting and pointing out what he loved, or pointed out what was good but could use some improvement.

It was... kinda nice, Hugo thought as he sat there, listening to Bendy ramble on and on. He hadn’t really had anyone to talk to in ages, not since his escape from his previous life and being cabin boy on the Butcher Gang’s ship didn’t give him much respect from anyone onboard, so having a strange being this excited to talk to him was like a breath of fresh air.

“So, why are ya sittin’ on this floatin’ rock, Hugo?” Bendy asked after a while, when their conversation had turned into small talk and such.

“I got left behind for no good reason by the Butcher Gang, they’re the pirates I ‘work’ for.” Hugo stuck out his tongue, making a face. “They’re a bunch of lowlife bastards, is what they are! I bet I could be a better pirate than them any day!” 

“You wanna be a pirate?”

“Yeah!” Hugo got to his feet, grinning. “I wanted to be a ranger when I was a kid, but I think a pirate would be cooler! Better! I can make a name for myself, I can rule the skies in my own ship! One day, I’ll have my name known across the galaxy! People will fear the name Hugo, no more lookin’ down on me and thinkin’ I’m just some freak or useless mutt!”

Bendy stared at him for a moment, quietly, and Hugo suddenly felt self conscious, before Bendy’s grin grew even bigger than it had before, nearly face splitting. His eyes sparkled with stars, brightly, it was so strange. “That... SOUNDS AMAZIN’! Can I join!? Can I be part of yer crew, Hugo!?”

Hugo was a bit caught off-guard by this. “You... you wanna be part of my crew? Why?”

“Cause dat sounds like so much fun! Look, I’m a drifter, I explore wherever I drift to, but dat gets so borin’ after so long! An’ bein’ a space pirate sounds like a blast! I’ll help you escape, an’ you an’ I can go on a bajillion adventures together!”

Bendy shoved his hand out at Hugo, smiling. “I’ll make yer dreams come true, Hugo. If ya want mah help.”

“...” Hugo looked at the offered hand. “What do you get outta this? No offense, but from what I know about demons, they like to make deals.”

“None taken.” Bendy shrugged, casually. “I getcha, not easy to trust a demon, we do have a rep fer deals an’ da like, kinda ruins it fer the honest demons like me. But listen, all I want outta this is a fun life! An’ I think yer just da guy to make dat happen.” He winked and Hugo chuckled.

“Alright, you’ve got a deal, Bendy!” Hugo took the offered hand with manic glee.

--

“Wait, you just... took the deal? Just like that?” Harrison asked, raising an eyebrow. “Did you not consider that it could have been a trick?”

“Honestly?” Hugo shrugged. “I considered that, yeah, but Bendy sounded honest, and somethin’ about him screamed ‘he’ll be the most important friend you’ll ever have’. And I was right.”

Hugo chuckled, rubbing at his right palm, where black mark was in his skin, like a tattoo. It was Bendy’s mark, meant for protection and connection. Harrison had asked about it, had asked how Hugo had even met Bendy, and the pirate decided to tell him.

“Do you regret it?” Harrison asked as he looked at the mark.

“Nope, never have, never will. Bendy and I are friends till the end.”

“I see... wait, how the heck did you two become father and son then?”

“Oh, see, now that’s a really funny story! So, when I was fifteen...”

--

It had been a slip from Bendy, by the way, he has accidentally called Hugo ‘dad’ and then it sorta just stuck around. Hugo has embraced the role of dad with his whole being, especially since he can get away with dad jokes now.

But yeah, here’s how these two met in this au! 

Harrison is my friend inkspottie’s Henry, by the way.