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Within Arms of Heaven | Damian Wayne

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x Plus Size Reader, past!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 13.1k

✦ summary — you find out secret relationships are not always a good idea the hard way, but it doesn’t matter in the end.

✦ warnings — nsfw, angst, reader is Tony Stark’s niece, mentions/depictions of cheating, a brief relationship with an age gap, hypersexuality, smut, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), oral sex (both receiving), vaginal sex, there’s a scene that could be triggering in terms of sexual assault but sexual assault is not depicted in the story, fluff

✦ a/n — I hope this isn’t too long, lmao. Let me know what you think!

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Childishly, you did your best to adopt a comfortable position and faked being asleep the moment you heard the front door open. If you tried hard enough, he might’ve felt pity and cuddle you for once.

The mattress dipped. You waited as your ears picked the shuffling of fabric and sheets.

“I know you’re awake,” Bucky whispered in your ear, pulling you against him as his hard-on rubbed against your ass.

Letting out the smallest strangled sound you were capable of, you turned around. He immediately kissed you, rolling you over so he’d be on top.

You stretched your arm in order to turn the lamp on, but Bucky stopped you, pinning your wrists over your head with one hand as he kissed down your neck. You opened your legs, waiting for him to get comfortable between them.

Bucky pulled your panties to the side, making you hiss as the cold air hit your pussy. He pulled his cock out and entered you in a swift motion, grunting lowly.

You moaned louder than you had intended. Bucky clamped his free hand over your mouth, tightening his grip around your wrists with his metal hand to leverage himself as he pounded into you.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” You asked as you caught your breath.

Bucky sighed, “You know I can’t.”

Humming, you nuzzled against his chest. With his arm around you and heartbeat under your ear, you fell asleep only to wake up to a cold bed.

You didn’t mind rough sex, but hiding the bruises was getting harder and harder. This time Bucky had gone a little too far, wearing makeup on your wrists would seem excessive to anyone.

To make matters worse, when you thought you would have time alone with him he decided to be late again after having promised he would be there at 8.

There was nothing you could do to keep him from being late or from canceling plans, he didn’t want to tell people you were dating and you respected that. He wasn’t ready, he didn’t want to be seen as a creep — you understood, you always would understand.

His lateness turned into absence.

Your intentions had been to say goodbye properly before he embarked on the mission he would be part of with Sam and Sharon. Oh, well, you would have to make do with wishing him good luck in the morning.

Watching the team leave for missions was ingrained in your weekly routine. There was always something to take care of, somewhere where at least a couple of Avengers were needed.

It was especially common for Bucky to be part of those missions. He always had the energy and the drive to do it, you imagined he wanted to prove to the world — and perhaps to himself— that he deserved his title as an avenger.

His goodbyes were always cold. They had to be, you knew, it was for the best. But you had to wonder if he had ever to stopped to think for a second that one day a cold goodbye could be the last thing he said to you.

You missed him. Sleeping without him wasn’t the same, waking up in a hurry to not be caught with him when you had visitors was a fundamental part of your mornings.

His blue eyes would often ground you, making you feel like you were finally finding the normality your life had lacked years ago. You missed their comfort, how shiny they turned when he spoke about his sister.

But you would see him soon. Tony had told you that the mission was going smoothly according to Sam. He would surely be back for your birthday next month.

Bucky promised you would come clean to your friends and family after the party when the pressure was off Tony’s shoulders.

The preparations for the celebration kept you busy enough, Tony wanted to go above and beyond due to it being the first time you would celebrate your birthday as a legitimate Stark.

Tony had found out you were his niece after everything went down in Siberia. He contacted your mom, his half-sister when he was ready to confront the fact that his father had been worse than he anticipated. They bonded rather quickly, and you had so many things in common with him that he got attached from the day he met you.

He offered to pay your college tuition immediately, but you made an arrangement with him that you would work for him. Tony clarified that you would work with him and not for him, it was an important distinction.

Pepper had been surprised when she got back to run Stark Enterprises and you were there, but she too took a liking to you.

One evening, Bruce and you were the last to leave the lab, everyone else was already in the dining room. Dinner time would arrive soon, and you knew better than to leave Tony waiting.

The chatter was chirpy, they were happier than you had ever seen them.

“What are we so happy for?” You asked, taking your seat around the table.

“Bucky and Sharon finally made their relationship public,” Natasha explained.

Relationship? Public? Sharon? What were they talking about?

Peter showed you a photo on his tablet. There Bucky and Sharon were, happily touching each other as they enjoyed a sunny day at the beach.

Peter swiped his finger against the screen, now showing you a photo of Bucky clearly checking Sharon —his girlfriend— out.

Another swipe and now the photo showed Sharon, —Bucky’s gorgeous girlfriend— kissing him.

So he could go public with Steve’s ex-girlfriend but not with you?

Peter craned his neck to look at you. His puppy eyes appeared in your field of vision, blocking the photograph, as he asked, “Are you okay?”

You immediately nodded, clearing your throat in hopes that the lump forming wouldn’t be audible. “Yeah, sorry. My eyes are tired.”

“See, Tony?” Bruce chastised your uncle, “she needs a few more hours of sleep.”

You changed the subject, “So Sharon and Bucky have been dating for a while?”

Natasha stared solely at you. “You didn’t know?”

“I’m not close to any of them,” you excused your reaction. “They are always busy.”

And now it made sense as to why.

“It’s nice to see Bucky happy,” Peter commented earnestly.

You hummed, lifting your glass to take a sip of water.

Every time Bucky had complained because you were close to someone else was now infuriating. He had accused you of cheating on him with Peter just because you had fallen asleep watching a movie with him, then a week later he had bluntly asked if you would rather fuck Sam after you helped him to fix his wings.

Turns out he had been projecting the whole time.

You were less than excited about your birthday now. Wishing he wouldn’t come back in time for the celebration, you busied yourself with work like your mom did when your dad left.

He didn’t deserve your tears, nor your time really. You felt stupid for believing he worried about his career or what people would think of you for dating someone older. His excuse of wanting you to find a balance between working at the company and personally with Tony hurt the most, you had found how much he cared comforting.

The worst part was not being able to show how you were feeling. It was extremely hard around such smart and cunning people. Pepper was the one who asked first, and you could tell she had talked about it with Nat due to how quickly the redhead took interest in the conversation.

“I’m kinda overwhelmed,” you admitted.

Nat threw an arm around you and pulled you closer to her. “Birthdays, huh?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, relieved unbeknownst to them.

Sam was back already, he said he wouldn’t skip your birthday for anything in the world. You appreciated it, yet you felt a pang in your chest when he said they would’ve taken you to the mission if he had known it would be so short.

You had never gone to the beach, you didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of people seeing you in a swimsuit as a teen; and now it couldn’t be that different, much less if it was next to Sharon.

Sam told you once that you would love it as much as he did. You believed him, you just weren’t ready.

Your heart wouldn’t have taken seeing Bucky with Sharon. Although you wondered what would have his explanation been.

The idea of seeing them together on a daily basis was heart-wrenching. You loved your job, your uncle, your friends, too much to simply quit — at least you wouldn’t have to watch them leave each other’s room every morning.

You didn’t know how to feel when Sharon and Bucky arrived. Hand in hand, sporting a nice tan and beaming smiles.

Sharon let Bucky’s hand go in order to approach you. She gave you a warm hug, telling you she had a surprise for you.

“For me?” you hoped you hadn’t sounded bitter.

It seemed like you hadn’t because she grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the couch as she hurried to open her luggage. “I had to buy a bikini at the beach because I didn’t know Bucky would surprise me with a trip there,” she told you, happily.

She sounded so enamored, as though she had always dreamt of having someone like Bucky beside her. You wished he wouldn’t fail her like he had failed you.

“And the store had plus-size items! I bought you the ones I thought you would like.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to hide your shock. “Oh, Sharon, you shouldn’t have...”

“Nonsense, I should have. You will look gorgeous in them.”

Your eyes crossed Bucky’s for a fleeting second. He quickly focused his eyes on the carpet under his feet and your own went back to Sharon who was handing you the swimsuits she bought for you.

“Why don’t you try them on? We might finally convince Tony of giving us a long vacation if you like them.”

Everyone laughed at Natasha’s suggestion, everyone but Bucky and you.

Reluctantly, you accepted. Maybe it would help you get a confidence boost... you definitely needed one. And a hug. God, a big hug.

You had never visited Sharon’s room. The two of you weren’t close, your schedules didn’t align and when they did it was for important events.

She hadn’t visited your apartment either. When Tony asked if you would rather live at The Compound or on your own, you had been tempted to choose The Compound but ultimately decided that you would never be able to unwind in such a busy place.

Peter had been apart from Bucky the person who had spent more time at your place. Spending time with Peter was nice, he was the first avenger you met after Tony and like the younger brother you had always wanted to have. You enjoyed hearing his secrets and silly jokes, giving him advice... Bucky always left you wishing you could at least tell Peter about your relationship.

Sharon motioned for Natasha, Carol, and you to get comfortable in her bedroom.

As you were guided toward the bathroom, to try the first swimsuit on, you saw them sit on the bed where Bucky and Sharon had probably slept on together thousands of times.

Sharon looked proud of her choices every time you came out of the bathroom to show them. Her expression made you feel worse — it would have been easier to hate her if she wasn’t so nice, such a good agent, such a supportive woman.

She couldn’t have possibly known Bucky had been playing with you and now your anger mingled with guilt. Had he cheated on you with her or on her with you?

It didn’t matter; you felt awful.

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You were finishing typing a report for Tony when Peter leaned onto your desk. You hummed, motioning for him to speak.

“Can Ned hang with us this weekend?” Peter asked, tapping his fingers against the edge of the table, “he’s upset because Betty will be out of town.”

One weekend each month, Peter and you would have a movie marathon. Sometimes Tony joined if he wasn’t busy, but it was usually only the two of you with a few visits from Pepper or May here and there, it depended on where the marathon was taking place.

Admittedly, you weren’t in the mood for spending time with anyone, but being alone didn’t sound like something you would be able to put up with. So you told Peter that it was fine, because it was; Ned was nice, he was a far better company than your tears.

Happy drove you to May and Peter’s apartment. They would go out on a date, or so you assumed by how long had it taken Happy to get changed. Your assumptions were confirmed when a blushing May opened the door.

“Ned and Peter are in Pete’s room,” she let you know as she parted from you after kissing your cheek.

Placing the snacks you had brought onto Peter’s desk, you greeted both him and Ned with a wave.

You made yourself comfortable between them. Peter’s bed was too small for the three of you so they had arranged something that resembled a pillow fort.

Focusing on the film became a task after the first ten minutes. You had to wonder why Bucky had never tried to treat you as a friend in front of everyone, why could Ned rest his head on your shoulder platonically but not him? What was wrong with affection towards you?

“Okay,” Ned sighed, pausing the film. “What’s going on with you, (N/N)?”

You almost smiled at the nickname. Should you tell them? They wouldn’t laugh, you had never met sweeter guys than them; maybe Thor, but Thor wasn’t even human.

“I had a bad experience with a guy and I’m a little upset,” you confessed. It was fine, you hadn’t said who — you wouldn’t say who.

“Define bad experience.”

“He cheated on me kind of bad.”

“You should make Peter kick his ass.”

You chuckled sadly, “It’s not worth it.”

“Who was it?”

“Oh, you don’t know him, Pete.”

Peter made you rest your head on his lap, rubbing your back in the same manner he had seen Tony do it when you were upset. Comforting people didn’t come with his spider-sense and abilities, sadly.

“We’ll find you a hot nice guy,” Ned promised. After a pause, he added, “Or a girl? Do you have a preference?”

“I don’t want to date anyone ever again.”

“Now you’re just saying things,” Peter observed. He knew how easily you grew infatuated with people, like that guy at Costco or the one at Stark Expo... He was still in the process of forgiving you for saying Brad Davis was handsome, for fuck’s sake!

“Men are disgusting. No offense.”

“None taken,” both Peter and Ned assured.

“They lie and say they want to protect you, they say they’re not ready to take things seriously in case something bad happens,” you started venting, angry at yourself for not seeing how stupid it sounded. “God, I was so stupid,” you sobbed.

Sharing a look with Ned, Peter told you, “Now I’m definitely kicking someone’s ass.”

Peter soon found out who had broken your heart. He hadn’t needed you to tell him, Bucky gave himself away by squirming every time you entered a room and this once hadn’t been the exception.

Bucky caught Peter staring, but he didn’t think much of it. The kid was curious, he liked that about him.

As you entered the lab, you paused when you saw Tony was fixing Bucky’s arm. You were about to start small talk with Peter when your uncle asked, “Can you attend a meeting at Wayne Enterprises this Tuesday?”

You avoided looking at Bucky as you acknowledged Tony. “It sounds like a bad idea, uncle.”

Tony chuckled. You only called him uncle when you wanted to convince him of something. “Look, I’ll be busy with Thunderbolt, and Pep has that trip to Germany...”

“I’m not a good businessperson.”

“They’re not interested in the business part, they want details of the project. Only Pepper could do a better job than you at that.”

It was a high compliment. However, you were doubtful — you weren’t as good with words as Tony and Pepper were, and from what you knew about The Waynes, they were pretty stuck up.

“It’s just more rich people but in Gotham,” Tony assured. “You dealt with Hammer really well last time. And Happy will go with you.”

What Tony failed to mention about the way you dealt with Hammer was that he had never wanted to have a deal with him in the first place.

You gave in still. “Which project are we presenting?”

Smiling widely, Tony instructed F.R.I.D.A.Y to send a copy of the details to your Starkpad.

You curled up in the couch while reading the files, remembering bits and pieces of the observations you had made yourself. Part of your notes was still there, thankfully transcribed and not in your hurried handwriting.

Someone cleared their throat behind you. “Can we, uh, talk?”

You shook your head, not even bothering to take your eyes off the document you were reading.

“It’ll be quick.”

“I am busy, James,” you said dismissively.

He hated being called James, he had told you a few times that it reminded him of a person he couldn’t be anymore. Well, you hated having been kept as a secret only to eventually get cheated on — he couldn’t be just Bucky to you anymore.

You had no interest in excuses, you needed to move on. You would move on, you always had and he wasn’t the most important person in your life to break your heart either way.

If you could take your father’s abandonment, you could take being cheated on by a man who didn’t know what he wanted. Or so you hoped.

Pepper greeted him, then you. Observing what you were reading, she let out a small laugh. “Good luck if you have to deal with Damian Wayne.”

At that, you lifted your head. “Why?”

“Don’t scare her, honey,” Tony warned playfully, patting Bucky’s back as he passed him.

Your question remained unanswered.

The waiting room was comfortable, you would give them that. Pepper had been right, you needed luck in order to deal with Damian Wayne. Regretting having said yes to Tony, you looked at Happy and gave him your best puppy eyes in attempts to convince him to finally call Tony.

Happy had refused to let you back off from the meeting. He didn’t understand how badly you had fucked up in there, your stuttering had been embarrassing and that wasn’t even the worst part of it.

Stupidly, you hadn’t expected him to be that handsome. You couldn’t stop staring and ended up making a fool of yourself by making him repeat his questions.

You could see him now through the glass wall of the meeting room, losing time by randomly selecting pages from the spiral-bound project he said he needed to inspect before giving you an answer.

To your luck, Damian caught you staring. Turning to your side to look at Happy, you found a teasing expression on the bodyguard’s face.

“I can take it from here if you want.”

Damian could hear the teasing in Tim’s voice. “Don’t make me punch you.” He didn’t take his eyes off the wall, you were talking, but the angle didn’t allow him to read your lips.

But when had Damian’s scare tactics stopped Tim? “You could just—“

“Don’t,” the interrupting warning came in a loud sneer. Damian lifted a finger so Tim wouldn’t say a damn thing.

Again, his brother ignored him. “Okay, I’ll ask her.”

Damian jumped off his seat, stopping the lankier man from crossing the room. “Don’t you dare, Drake.”

Tim rested both hands on Damian’s shoulders. “Read that thing, give the answer, then ask.” Seeing his younger brother’s expression, Tim added, “She’ll say yes.”

Watching his brother leave, Damian let out a huff. Your explanation had been enough for him to make a decision, and truly, from what he had read in passing, you had a way of making it sound less dull than it was.

Not that the project was dull in the slightest, but he didn’t have time to read every detail.

Damian gripped the document in his hand as he left the meeting room, approaching you personally. You stood up, looking up as he towered over you.

“Follow me, please.”

Nodding, not trusting your voice as the silkiness in which he uttered the word please resonated in your head, you followed him down the hallway.

He opened the door to his office for you. As you stepped in, you observed how normal the office was — it wasn’t bland like one would assume from someone who wears a black tie to work.

“I was wondering,” he started speaking, silky voice now more confident, “if you could stay in town for a couple of days.”

You stuttered, “I— I don’t think so.” You gained confidence when his blinking got quicker. “It would be pointless if you’re not interested in the project. I’m a busy person.”

Where did that lie come from? You spent your entire days between an office and a laboratory while your nights were full of complaining to yourself over someone you weren’t sure you could call an ex.

His brow twitched yet he stopped himself from frowning. “I am interested.”

“In that case, I could call my uncle and ask—“

Damian blurted, “Have dinner with me tonight.”

You had never attended a business dinner, what was one supposed to do or say? Weren’t those things for closing deals in terms of money?

You would’ve taken social studies more seriously if you knew one day your uncle would send you to convince a handsome guy to partner with you for a project.

God, that sounded more like high school drama than what it really was.

Telling him you didn’t have a clue as to what to do in such a situation couldn’t be more embarrassing than being caught ogling at him. It would be close, though.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“Mmh?” You turned to look at him. Concern filled his gaze. He had such vivid eyes, the greenest you had ever seen; greener than you ever imagined nature from a fairytale could look. “Sorry,” you rasped, “I’m fine.”

He gave you a single nod, staring at you in expectancy of something. When you only stared back, he sighed, “I will prepare everything to be signed tomorrow morning if that’s fine with you.”

Tilting your head, you frowned. “I thought you just said I had to have dinner with you?”

“I was asking you out.”

Ah. Wow.

It wasn’t a good idea to say yes, your heart had just been broken. But he was handsome, and blunt enough to estate his intentions without fussing over your misunderstanding — you liked that.

“Did I read the situation wrong?”

“No,” you answered way too quickly. “Not at all.”

He smirked. “I will pick you up at 7, then.”

Happy was surprised by seeing you so flustered as you told him to drive you to the —Wayne owned— hotel you would be staying at.

Not daring to look at him, you asked Happy if he could help you find a dress quickly. You could hear the smile in his voice as he said yes.

In your eyes, there was no such thing as moving on too fast. And even if there was, this was a date and not the start of a relationship. You would allow yourself the pleasure of enjoying a handsome guy’s company, and if you found him unbearable you would just leave — Tony wouldn’t mind.

The last proper date you had been on had happened a long time ago, before you were out of college, if your memory served you right.

Being around someone your age, truly the same age, and not just part of your age range would be a nice change from hanging out with two 18-year-olds, people in their forties, and whatever age Bucky was.

At 6:59, a knock was bestowed upon the door of your hotel room.

“You look beautiful.” The compliment easily rolled off his tongue. It was hard not to believe him.

You bashfully said, “You look handsome.”

He grinned, offering his arm for you to take. He was a little too formal from what you were used to, yet you found it nice.

You understood why everyone followed his orders automatically. In part, it was their job, but it wasn’t yours and you too felt compelled to please him.

He looked different under the soft light, calmer. More handsome. His voice was impossibly smoother as he told you about himself.

All his attention was on you when it was your turn to tell him about yourself. He would encourage you to continue speaking, more comfortable with hearing you than with speaking himself.

You wished you would’ve found Damian unbearable. He surely had flaws, you weren’t one for expecting perfection in people, it was just damn hard to find him one and you liked it, what a nice illusion to part with.

“I will see you tomorrow morning,” he reminded you as if reading your mind, eyes on your mouth as he swallowed harshly.

You bit your bottom lip as you nodded. “Good night.”

Damian left, albeit reluctantly, happier than he thought he would be. Bruce would kill him for skipping patrol, but it had been worth it.

He would let the fact that Tim had been right slide this once.

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Feeling like a teenager with a crush again, you tried really hard to keep yourself from whining as you left Gotham. Wanting to stay was childish, you didn’t really know the city nor Damian.

New York was home, your mother lived there, your uncle and friends too. And you were being a little dramatic, to be completely honest.

“How did it go?” Tony asked, throwing his arm around you as he guided you toward the living room.

“It went great.”

“More than great, I would say,” Happy chipped in from behind you.

You whined lowly, hoping he wouldn’t embarrass you. The date had been nice, but it was naive to think something would come out of it when you didn’t live in the same state. You would rather keep that night to yourself.

Pepper smiled. “Tim is a sweetheart, isn’t he?”

Happy hummed, turning around before he would burst out laughing.

Peter saved you from embarrassment, telling you he had a project for you and Ned to help him with. Projects with Peter were always something to behold, they could go from the most anticlimactic thing to testing his constantly improving web fluid formula.

This project, though, was a nightmare. He had the brilliant idea of sewing a teddy bear for MJ. From scratch. By hand. With his own design.

Sat on your office, surrounded by scraps of fabric and tiny strands of thread, tired of stabbing your self while sewing, you told Peter, “I don’t understand why can’t you just use Tony’s credit card to buy her something.”

“Or use a sewing machine,” Ned pointed out.

“It’s more romantic this way. MJ will appreciate it more.”

Ned and you hummed. If you hadn’t known how much Peter liked her, you would’ve given up already.

The door was almost kicked open. Happy entered the office, or at least you thought it was him due to the man’s height, his face and torso were covered by a gigantic flower arrangement that he put down on your desk as quickly as he could let it down without shattering the vase.

“Happy,” Peter screeched, “that’s fabric!”

“Peter, these things are heavy!” Happy mirrored the tone.

You rolled your eyes. “This isn’t Pepper’s office, though.”

Happy snickered. “These are for you, genius.”

Glaring at him, you waited for him to crack. But Happy never did. He snatched the card from on top of the arrangement. “Do you want me to read it out loud?”

“No!” You screeched, extending your hand.

Happy continued nagging you, “Should I use the monotonous voice and all?” He unfolded the thick paper. “Oh, it’s handwritten!”

Your face was burning up. You wanted the chair to swallow you as Happy read, “‘Thank you, again, for an amazing night. I hope to see you soon.’ Signed by Damian Wayne.”

“Couldn’t he text you that?”

Ned defended the stranger, “It’s more romantic this way, Peter. I thought you were an expert in romance now.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Peter dropped his needle. “You went out with Damian Wayne?”

You only nodded.

“Good thing you weren’t interested in dating anymore...”

Grabbing the pillow behind your back, you threw it at Ned. “Shut up!”

Peter giggled, picking a pillow from the couch and throwing it at you. Ned threw the one you had hit him with at Peter and soon the three of you were laughing historically.

Your cellphone buzzed. With a flipping stomach, as your laughter died down and tears ran down your cheeks, you looked at the screen.

I hope you like them.

Unlocking the device, you typed quickly. They’re lovely.

You bit the inside of your bottom lip, gnawing on it. Fuck it. I hope to see you soon, too.

He replied immediately. You will.

You couldn’t wait.

But you had to. After a few more days of exchanging text messages, he had let you know he would be out of the country for a while. You had hoped to see him at your birthday party but alas.

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Every few minutes, you were introduced to people whose names you had forgotten already as the guests continued to arrive.

The number of people in the venue was excessive when none of them really knew you. It was strange, being the center of attention when people wouldn’t have cared if you weren’t Tony Stark’s niece.

Pepper had warned you about it, she had said you shouldn’t take it personally. You would’ve had done so on any other occasion, but you were too busy staring at Sharon and Bucky.

Never in a million years would you imagine he would have the nerve of openly displaying his affection toward someone else in front of you. Yet there he was, all over her at your birthday party.

You stuck close to Tony and Pepper for the most part, only straying away when the conversation wasn’t something of your incumbency.

Everyone was seemingly enjoying themselves, Sam had convinced you of dancing with him just so he could ask if you were having fun. Then Peter and MJ did something similar but it didn’t feel the same, they were worried about you which meant you weren’t doing a good job at hiding that you wished you didn’t have to be there.

The contrast between what you had expected your birthday party to be throughout the past weeks to what it truly was had to be one of the most jarring experiences of your life.

Your plans had changed twice, your expectations three times, and your excitement had exponentially lowered as the day arrived.

Pepper pinched your shoulder. “Tony wants to introduce you to some people.”

Following her steps was a skill you hadn’t mastered yet, much less in the uncomfortable shoes Nat had chosen for you. Next time, you needed to remind her you weren’t a skilled spy who could kick ass in any type of shoe.

“The birthday girl!”

“Hi, uncle.”

“Darling, meet Bruce and Damian Wayne.” The sarcasm in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

You shook hands with Bruce Wayne first, he was as handsome as every photograph of him you had seen made him out to be. He smiled at you as he wished you a happy birthday, adding a nonchalant, “I’ve heard wonders about you.”

Damian’s hands were warmer than his father’s, and instead of smiling at you as he wished you happy birthday, he fixed his eyes on yours, gluing you to your spot.

He then winked, trying his hardest to hide the smug smile wanting to break through his face.

You wouldn’t have stopped staring if your life depended on it. Photographs would never make him justice, he was taller than he looked in them, much more handsome — equally intimidating yet photographs portrayed him as stuck up while having him in front of you had made you find him alluring from the first time.

“Introduce Damian to Peter, will you?”

You nodded in response to Tony’s question. Your surroundings stirred as you were left alone with Damian, with his hand still encapsulating yours.

After a pause, wishing he wouldn’t drop your hand, you asked him if he wanted a drink. Introducing him to Peter could wait.

“Of course,” he answered, sliding his warm palm off yours and motioning with it for you to lead the way.

Sharon and Bucky were at the bar. He had his hand on her hip as they whispered in each other’s ear. You caught her eye, you and your companion, and she winked at you while resting her chin on Bucky’s shoulder.

Smiling at her, you stood closer to Damian. You both ordered your drinks, and he leaned on his elbow against the wooden bar to face you.

“So, why a public party for your first birthday as part of the family?”

You chuckled. “My uncle insisted, and it was a good chance to get introductions out of the way.”

“Can’t say I disagree.”

You confessed, “I thought you wouldn’t be able to come.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world.”

Behind you, James got louder, “We should go to the beach again, babe.”

Sharon giggled at her boyfriend’s faux-drunk antics. “Don’t yell, baby, you’ll give (Y/N) an ear-bleed.”

You could tell he turned around when he put his hand on your shoulder. “Hi, (Y/N).”

Only craning your neck to not give Damian the impression that you were impolite, you greeted, “Hi, James.”

You enjoyed his expression every time you called him James. The only person who found it funnier than you was Sam. Everyone else found it normal, you supposedly weren’t familiar with him.

You wished that was the case. Not because you missed him or because he hurt you — it would be nice to not feel tense around the others.

Natasha would pick up on it soon if you continued to tense up when he entered a room next to Sharon and you weren’t ready to come to terms with that. You didn’t know what you would say to Sharon in the first place.

“Here,” Damian’s smooth voice interrupted your train of thought. As you looked to the front again, you found your cocktail being offered to you.

You took the glass, thanking him. “We should move away from here.”

Humming, Damian lifted both eyebrows. His eyes dropped to your shoulder and James’ hand was withdrawn instantly.

“Enjoy your night, doll.”

You wanted to scream at him for calling you that, for still seeking some kind of reaction from you.

Walking past Sharon and her boyfriend, you took a sip of your drink. You would’ve drunk it in one go if you weren’t trying to impress your companion.

The terrace, empty due to the fact that everyone was busy dancing, welcomed you with a burst of crisp air.

“You looked uncomfortable,” Damian said casually.

“I am not used to these things.”

He took a gulp of alcohol. “Are you always that bothered by your uncle’s colleagues?”

If only he knew...

Seeing Sharon happy was nice, though. According to Nat, she had closed off after things with Steve didn’t work out. James must’ve been patient with her, at least you hoped he had been.

You made a pause, one you wished had been longer. “Would it offend you if I changed the topic?”

“No.”

Silence settled between you. Finding things to say had never been easy for you. The fact that he was gorgeous didn’t help your case. Tony should’ve taught you how to flirt instead of sending you irrelevant files before the party.

Damian didn’t look displeased by it. You finished your drink before he did, you were the one gripping the railway. He was close enough for you to feel the heat his body radiated, but he made no move to touch you.

He stared, though. You were trying your hardest to keep yourself from staring back. There was only so much you could focus on that would be more pleasing than his pretty face.

Offering him another drink would ruin this, and not saying anything would make you appear uninterested. You would’ve gotten drunk earlier if you knew he would be back in time for your birthday.

It had been so easy with James. After fixing his arm, he had interpreted your giggles correctly and kissed you. That was it, no flirting or small talk.

“It’ll start raining soon.”

The starless sky proved him right. In an almost comedic way, the sky rumbled just as the words left his mouth.

“Do you want to go back inside?”

He shrugged. “Do you?”

Your eyes met his again. The kink of his eyebrow told you he was waiting for an answer, but you didn’t have one. You would happily stay there, staring into the green vastness of his eyes, come rain or not.

Damian moved closer to you. Expensive cologne awakened your senses, relatively meaningless in comparison to the goosebumps his touch ignited. His hand, firm yet light, rested on your arm as he reached for his drink.

Envious of the glass, you stopped blinking to not lose detail — his full lips trapped the rim of the glass as he gulped the liquid down. Damian put the glass to the side, giving you a full look at his Adam’s Apple bobbing.

Your hand came up to wipe the corner of his mouth, where a drop of alcohol lingered. Damian lightly shifted, lips brushing your thumb as he did so.

You found yourself tracing his bottom lip with your thumb, wondering if it would feel as soft against your own.

He placed his free hand on your waist, gaze on your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t have to ask,” you whispered.

Your eager tone encouraged him to dive in. He hummed, tasting the sweetness of the cocktail you had been drinking. His lips were as soft as you had expected, touch heavier on your waist.

The sky rumbled again and he broke the kiss way too early. “We should get back inside.”

You felt eyes on you as Damian and you walked toward the bar once again. His hand was firm on your lower back, this time not shying away from touching you or from uttering comments instead of meaningless questions.

From your spot, you could see a few of your friends. Sam was flirting with one of Pepper’s friends, Nat and Carol were competing over who could handle alcohol better, and Tony was crying out of laughter next to Rhodey.

In front of you, Damian was gazing intently at you again.

“Is there something on my face?”

“Pretty features.”

You tried not to smile but the rush in the pit of your stomach failed and betrayed you. He was so pleased with your reaction, smiling back as he fixed his eyes on your mouth.

You gazed at him, placing your hand on his bicep to boldly ask, “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

Damian finished his drink in a single gulp, opening his palm for you to take. “Wherever you want.”

With your purse on your lap and his hand brushing your thigh, you went through the drive in complete silence.

You thanked the driver, inwardly also thankful over the fact that they weren’t Happy. You wouldn’t have heard the end of his teasing.

Unlocking the door, you pushed it open and let Damian in first. The lights turned themselves on as he crossed the doorway.

You motioned for him to get comfortable. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Later,” he dismissed the offer, cupping your face with both hands as he leaned to kiss you.

Kissing him back, grabbing him by the neck, you tickled his mouth open. Damian granted your tongue access in less than a second, moving one of his hands to the nape of your head to eventually place it on your back and pull you close.

His hand brushed the zipper of your dress, fingers playing with it as he deepened the kiss. You hummed on his mouth, sliding your hands to his shoulders in order to push his blazer off.

He groaned as he had to part from you to discard the blazer completely, throwing it to the reading chair closest to him.

Grabbing you by the hips, he playfully bit down your bottom lip. You glared at him through your eyelashes; it only made him smirk.

“Did the birthday girl expect something else?”

Fuck. You hadn’t expected his voice to get deeper. Nodding, you took the collar of his shirt between your fingers.

“Take it off if you want,” he gave you his permission lowly, eyes on yours as he uttered the words.

You hesitated. He would expect permission to take your dress off too, and although you were dying to have his hands on you with nothing in between, you couldn’t remember the last time someone had seen your body.

Damian made no movement to pressure you nor to move away from you. He just waited, with his lips pursed and hands steadily on your waist.

You undid his tie first, just enough to pull it over his head. His knuckles traced your spine while you worked on his shirt, easing your nerves up.

Unbuttoning his shirt took you a little longer than you would’ve liked, you had been in high school the last time you had to do that for someone else and you couldn’t even remember their face by now.

You tugged on his belt, looking at him in search of permission. Damian nodded, immediately looking down at your hands as they unbuckled his belt.

You pulled the shirt out of his pants, pushing it then off his shoulders in the same way you did with his blazer. You traced his chest, firm, and littered with birthmarks and a few scars.

His broad shoulders were the same, and his taunt abdomen had bigger scars. You would’ve asked about them if you weren’t eager to lick them.

He pulled you into a searing kiss, mouth hot and heavy on yours while his hands wandered down to your ass. Feeling you huff through your nose, he moved his lips to your neck to give you space to breathe.

You let out a sigh, feeling him inch up the skirt of your dress. Damian sucked on your neck, leaving a wet trail towards the exposed part of your chest.

You whispered his name. He shivered, lifting his head. Taking him by the hand, you guided him to your bedroom. The lights turned on automatically, illuminating the vast room.

Kissing him again, you pushed your body flush against his. Damian gripped your thighs, unintentionally grinding against you.

“You’re so hot,” you blurted, hiding your face in his neck to suck on it.

He tilted his head to give you further access to his skin as he searched for your zipper. When he found it, he pulled it down slowly in case you would protest.

You were too busy tasting his skin to really care anymore. Your teeth scraped his Adam’s apple, making him let out the sweetest sound you had heard.

Goosebumps ignited your skin as he dragged his hand over your bareback. He groaned, realizing you weren’t wearing a bra.

Stepping out of the dress looking over your ankles, you bent over to pick the item up and threw it onto your vanity chair.

You found lust-filled eyes checking you out and fuck if having Damian Wayne looking at you like he wanted to eat you a confidence boost.

His palms brushed the sides of your breasts, thumbs close to your nipples, only teasing.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed out, nose brushing your cheek.

He nibbled on your pulse point, making you moan. Your hands again explored his chest, this time following the marks of his abs too. Reaching the waistband of his pants, you finally popped the button open.

Dragging his zipper down, you felt his semi-hard cock twitch due to the contact. He hissed, blowing air on the small bites he had peppered over your neck.

He moved to the side to discard his shoes, socks, and pants. You freed your feet from the heels, now remembering how uncomfortable they had been seconds before you met Damian.

He rubbed against your ass, wrapping an arm around you from behind. His teeth grazed your ear, free hand exploring your body painfully slowly.

You ground against him, desperate for something more. He chuckled on your ear, cupping your clothed pussy.

Whining as he pressed his thumb as deep as your panties would allow him, you craned your neck to kiss him.

Damian dragged the hand on your belly upward to cup one of your breasts, pinching your nipple. He swallowed your moan while kissing you.

You twisted one of your hands, reaching for his thigh. As you inched your hand closer to his cock, you felt his breath hitch.

From on top of his underwear, you palmed his cock. You struggled to put your hand under the cotton material, and when you finally did, both of you groaned.

Enveloping the base with your fingers, you moved your hand up and down, using your thumb to apply pressure when needed.

“Wait,” he rasped. “You first, it’s your birthday.”

“What if I want to make you come for my birthday?”

His cock pulsed in your hand at the question.

Turning around with the intention of pulling his underwear down, you briefly let his cock go.

He kicked the boxers to the side, swallowing thickly when you grabbed his cock freely now. The movements of your hand were more enthusiastic, thumb circling his tip.

Biting his bottom lip, he fixed his eyes on your hand and its rhythm. You tapped his tip, bringing a string of pre-cum as you lifted your thumb.

He hissed, you smiled. Tightening your fist around him, you searched for his expression to make sure he was okay with the amount of pressure. Damian closed his eyes, sighing out.

You slid down to the floor, sinking to your knees. Holding his cock still, you licked the pre-cum off his tip.

Damian’s eyes flew open. His hand came down to hold your face. The gesture encouraged you to suck on his tip. He chocked on a hum when you pushed your head down, taking as much of him as you were able.

“Shit, (Y/N).”

You hummed, feeling yourself getting wetter. Using your hand, you fisted his shaft, bringing your fist upward as your mouth withdrew from him and moving it down as you took him in your mouth again.

His sounds got louder as you found a rhythm, and the bobbing of your head along the twisting of your hand got quicker as his cock throbbed on your tongue and fingers.

You hadn’t lied when you said you wanted to make him come, you needed to know you could please him that way.

You sucked more harshly. He reacted by moaning so loud it rumbled like thunder, hand holding your head by the neck as you sucked harder and harder.

Slurping sounds filled the room, and when Damian thought there was no way things could get better as he watched his cock enter and leave your mouth, you made eye contact with him.

All fucking night you had gazed at him through your lashes, every fucking time it had gone straight to his cock. The difference was that this once around you had him panting.

You continued sucking as he came, bringing your hand to massage his balls while gulping. He cried out your name, fingers digging on your jugular.

Feeling him get soft on your tongue, you pulled away but not before giving his tip another lick.

You placed your hands on his heaving chest, leaving small kisses on his jaw, meanwhile he recovered his breath. He had broken into a sweat, his damp skin glistened under the light.

Damian walked you back onto the bed, hovering over you.

He gave you a short kiss, still trying to even his breathing. He then attached his lips to your neck, kissing his way down your chest. Making a stop there, he sucked on each of your breasts.

Dragging his lips down your torso, he took the time to kiss the stretch marks littered there. When he reached your navel, he gazed up in search of permission.

“Go ahead,” you gave your consent.

He slid your panties off in a swift motion. His thumb brushed your clit while his index and middle finger prodded your entrance.

Not able to hide his smirk, he collected some of your wetness only to bring his fingers to his mouth. You squirmed, watching as he licked his fingers clean.

Damian latched his mouth onto your clit, making you squeal in surprise. Your hand fell onto his head, gripping his hair tightly.

He introduced his fingers to your pussy again, curling them up as he sucked on your clit. Your hips jerked upward, almost bucking although you were able to control yourself.

He was having none of it. Using his tongue, Damian alternated between sucking and licking while his fingers stretched you as he scissored you.

You draped your unoccupied arm over your face, biting down your forearm.

Speaking against your clit, he ordered, “Don’t. I like hearing you.”

Unconsciously, you let out a sob and grabbed his hair with both hands. Pushing him further in between your thighs, you could feel his nose brush your labia.

Writhing under him, you tried your hardest to not press your thighs together. Damian took his fingers out to help you, gripping your thighs with both hands to hold them open.

He ate you out like he had been born to do it, loudly and messily. His tongue didn’t leave a centimeter unexplored, he lapped and licked until he had you crying out his name.

And he didn’t stop when it got too much and your thighs shook in his grip, instead, he increased his rhythm.

You had never had someone drink your juices like a dehydrated animal yet there he was, licking you up clean.

Damian peppered kisses over your thighs, grip around them barely loosening. You were seeing white, hearing his breathing, and feeling his soft lips against you with an intensity you weren’t sure if it was natural from him or not.

Sliding a hand down the side of his head to cup his cheek, you beckoned him back up. Damian obliged, fitting himself between your legs.

“Are you alright?”

You hummed, leaning upward to kiss him. His tongue slid into your mouth, and as he ground against you, his hard-on became palpable. You bucked your hips up, smiling when he groaned into the kiss.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He filled you to the brim by shoving his cock inside you all at once, making you grab him by the biceps. He was snug inside you, and the fact prompted you to clench around him.

God, you had had intercourse like five weeks ago and yet you felt like this was the first time you were fucked in years.

“You feel so good,” he praised in a low voice.

You moaned and his cock twitched inside you. Damian threw patience out of the window, thrusting shallowly.

He grabbed your hands and pinned them to your sides. You stayed still for a moment until he intertwined his fingers with yours.

His eyes, so dark you swore they could swallow you, were on you. Just on you, not on the headboard, or the wall, or the ceiling. They were on you, he was ramming into you because he wanted you.

You cried out — his name, a string of curses, something you couldn’t even understand. And he ate it up, he relished on every sound and expression. You felt it in his strong grip and deep thrusts, heard it in his own moans, he loved the effect he was having on you; it stroked his ego, and fuck if it didn’t tip you to the edge.

“I wanna come,” you whined.

“Nobody’s stopping you,” he promised through heavy breathing to then kiss your jaw. “Please, come for me.”

You did. He asked oh so nicely, with hot breath on your skin and relentless thrusts. You couldn’t not do it even if you tried, how could you disappoint him?

It was the second time he had you trembling, and you hoped it wouldn’t be the last. You wanted him closer, yet there wasn’t a way for him to be closer to you than with the tip of his cock crushing your g-spot.

His strings of cum were as welcome as everything he had to offer, heavy and hot. Feeling him all around you was like a distant dream. His hot cum and pulsating cock weren’t even the best part.

You woke up to a warm bed, between strong arms. Fingers traced your side, stopping at every curve and lump.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes were vibrant green eyes already analyzing your face. You had forgotten how bright his eyes were.

Damian’s skin glowed in the morning light, cheekbones only more prominent from your angle.

“Is there something on my face?” He teased you.

“Handsome features,” you teased him back.

Huffing a laugh, he brushed your hair off your face. “You’re gorgeous.”

You held his gaze. “I’m afraid there’s no compliment you haven’t heard before.”

“They sound better coming from you.”

“You’re a real charmer, huh.”

“I’m trying.”

You leaned onto him, not really sure as to what to say now. Feeling the shake of his shoulder as he laughed, you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“What are we laughing at?”

“I had meticulously planned how slow we would take this and now you’ve got me naked in your bed after our second date.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

His arm tightened around you, pulling you even closer. “Of course not. I like you.”

“I like you too.” You kissed the scar he had on his shoulder, and the one on the crook of his neck, and the almost faded mark under his jaw. “Will you ever tell me about your scars?”

He hummed, “But not today. It’s your birthday, we should talk happy things.”

“It isn’t my birthday anymore.”

“Birthday weekend,” he clarified.

He left the bed for a moment, going through the pockets of his pants. You pouted at him. Chuckling, he approached the mattress again, phone in hand.

Giving you a short kiss, Damian placed his free hand on the back of your head as he guided you to lay on his chest.

“Is there anything you would like to do today?”

You considered the question. “I don’t know. I haven’t had a free weekend in a long time.”

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Your ‘birthday weekend’ officially started with waiting for him outside a changing room. He needed to buy clothes for the weekend, arguing that it would be stupid to go around the rainy city in a tuxedo.

“Did you really have to buy another watch?”

He defended the splurge, “This one is more casual.”

Pursing your lips in attempts of keeping your laugh in, you nodded. Damian pried your fingers open to fit his own between yours, squeezing them once in a teasing manner.

You looked down at your connected hands, marveled by the fact that he was willing to show he was dating you.

Spending the weekends together became the norm, he kept clothes and his favorite self-care products at your place, he already knew the house and sauntered around it like he owned it too.

A particular Friday, you bumped into Sharon and Nat in the elevator. Nat pushed the button that would take you to the first floor as Sharon asked, “Do you want to go to the baseball game with us?”

You smiled at her. “Next time, yeah?”

“You’re busy tonight?”

You nodded, shifting your coat to drape over your other forearm.

“Got a hot date?” Sharon lightly elbowed you on the side.

A nervous giggle escaped you, “I do.”

The doors slid open and you stepped out first. You didn’t mind their company, you just liked your boyfriend’s more.

Peter was talking to James near the entrance hall, nodding enthusiastically. He caught your eye and waved at you past Peter’s shoulder.

As you had to approach them to leave the building, you wished them both a good night and continued your path.

Avoiding James had been extremely hard throughout the weeks, he tried talking to you a few times and every time you found an excuse more ridiculous than the last.

The shower in your bedroom was running, meaning Damian was there already. You changed your clothes in the meantime, happy to finally be in comfortable clothes and away from The Compound.

You were plugging your cellphone in when the bathroom door was loudly unlocked.

Damian struggled to fit his arm in a sling, groaning in frustration. Approaching him, you moved his healthy hand away from his arm and did it yourself.

He nodded at you as a thankful gesture.

“Are you telling me what happened to you?” your question was soft-spoken.

“I got in a fight.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You? A fight?”

“You should get used to it.”

Looking up at his towering figure, staring directly into his eyes, you actually glowered at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He extended his hand for you to take, fingers open, expecting yours to find their place between them. You shook your head.

“Why are you mad?”

“Really? Are you that dense?”

He mimicked your tone, “Are you that worried?”

“Of course I am worried, Damian! If you don’t want me to worry about y—“ you stopped yourself when his hand brushed your forearm.

“I never said that,” his voice lowered, “I simply asked.”

Sliding his hand down to press his palm against your own, fingers caressing yours, he intertwined them like he had missed doing the entire week.

You murmured, “Could you at least not get injured too often?”

His face softened, and just then you observed how swollen it was.

“I have something to tell you,” he sighed, briefly looking at his feet before nodding to himself. Completely lifting his head, he continued, “I shouldn’t say it now, but I don’t feel comfortable with you not knowing...”

“What did you do?”

“I am Robin.”

Of course you had fallen for a secret vigilante. That was your luck, your boyfriend lived miles away from you and spent his nights punching people in the face. It was a better secret identity than the ones other rich people tended to have, you would give him that.

One more worry to have on your shoulders.

“Why are you so tense? I’ve already promised to be careful.”

“Long week,” you mumbled. Eager to change the subject, you asked, “Are you hungry?”

“I ordered food a few minutes ago.”

Humming, you let his hand go in order to sit on the bed, stretching your legs.

“Habibti, what is going on?”

He knew what he was doing by using the petname. He sat on the bed too, letting enough space between you to look at you properly.

“Sharon and Nat invited me to go out with them tonight and I feel bad. Like really bad,” you confided him.

“You can go if you want.”

“It’s not that... Forget about it, yeah? It’s not worth it.”

“You’re upset, that means it’s important to you.”

“Don’t get mad,” you warned him.

“Well, now I’m worried.”

“Before meeting you,” you clarified before saying anything else, “I had a... fling... with Sharon’s boyfriend.”

He hummed, encouraging you to go on.

“But I think they were dating already. I don’t know... their relationship was secret and—“ you groaned. It was so pathetic. “Whatever I had with him was secret too.”

“And you want to tell her.”

You twisted your mouth upward as you nodded. “Is it a good idea?”

Damian nodded slowly. He threw his healthy arm around your shoulders, placing his hand on your farthest arm. “You would like her to tell you if it was the other way around,” he asserted, “so I believe it’s only fair for you to do it.”

Inhaling his body wash, you nuzzled against his bare shoulder as carefully as possible, afraid of hurting him. The ability he had to make you feel safe was astounding.

He changed the subject, sensing you were done with the topic. “Do you want me to tell you about my scars now?”

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You had been seconds away from also telling Tony about what you once had with James just you wouldn’t be forced to fix his arm. Ultimately, you stayed quiet because Pepper had an appointment with the gynecologist and Tony wanted to be there with her.

You were regretting not leaving after they had. He had attempted to make small talk a few times, as if it was normal to talk to the person you cheated on about the weather.

He then started to get into your nerves. “How long do you think your boy toy can keep up?”

You ignored him, tightening the arm the way you had seen Tony do many times.

He continued taunting you, “He has to drive for what? Two hours? Or summon a helicopter just to see you. Sounds like too much trouble.”

Setting your jaw, you moved away from him. “Your arm is done.”

He stood up, following your movements. “Have you fucked him yet?”

You glared at him for asking such inappropriate questions. He trapped you between his bulk and the wall, breathing on your face. You moved your head to the side. “It’s none of your business.”

James placed his hands on your thick waist. “That’s a no, then,” he mumbled, lips grazing your cheek.

You could only think about those photos and how he had rested his hands on Sharon in the same fashion, of Damian’s hands and how different they felt on you — warm, firm, heavy but never burdening. You pushed James’ flesh hand away from you.

His metal hand dropped to your hip where he gripped tight so you wouldn’t move. “We both know he’s just a rebound, (Y/N). You miss me.”

“You have a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend. Please, move.”

“Sharon broke up with me.”

You had assumed she wouldn’t. After your talk with her, she said she would have a discussion with him. She hadn’t been angry at you so you had thought she just didn’t care.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I have a boyfriend.”

Resting his weight on you, he chuckled. “You don’t mean it. You love me, it’s obvious.”

“I’m going to scream if you don’t move,” you threatened.

Moving his flesh hand upward, he wrapped it around your neck. “Just admit it.”

“Please, move,” you begged him.

He covered your mouth with his hand instead of choking you, applying pressure as you tried to exhale against his skin. “You always have to make things difficult. Talking all the time, making noises... How many times didn’t you almost give it away because you couldn’t keep your eyes off me?”

Tears ran down your eyes and he let go of you immediately, hurt all over his face as you tumbled your way out of the lab.

Locking yourself in your office, you let out a sob, unable to contain whatever it was you were feeling.

What if James was right and your relationship with Damian was doomed?

You couldn’t even ask him his opinion at the moment, he was out of the country due to a mission and the little contact you had wouldn’t give you time to talk about such things with him.

Besides, you didn’t want him to break up with you through text. You didn’t want to break up, period.

And fuck, you missed him. And missing him was... different. Everything that had to do with him was.

When you missed your mom, you felt the sadness of a child on their first day of school, desperate to cling onto their mother’s leg.

Missing your dad was absurd, it only came in waves that crashed against everything you stood for, against everything you had gone through; it was bitter, raw, merely wishful thinking in the form of what-ifs.

Longing for Bucky’s touch had been, surely, the stupidest form of missing someone. At the time it had been inoffensive, now it was only a bad memory.

The way you missed Damian, though, with the hopeful yearning for the bliss only his laugh had ever brought you, and the craving of shared silent moments that often culminated in kisses... it felt like missing someone for the first time.

Stark Industries was a better place to spend your time than the laboratory when Tony wouldn’t be there either. Bruce usually could do things by himself and often preferred it.

You were informed that you had a visitor. Allowing however it was to come in, you felt your heart skip a beat when Damian closed the door behind him.

He smiled at you, observing the smile you gave him back didn’t reach your usually lively eyes.

Damian snaked an arm around you, placing his hand on your hip. You hissed, prompting him to withdraw his hand. “Did you have an accident?”

Not giving him an answer, you leaned onto his shoulder so he wouldn’t think he couldn’t touch you. In fact, you needed him to do it, desperately.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just... can you hug me?”

Anyone else would’ve repeated the question, with the intentions of helping most likely, but Damian wasn’t like other people. He wrapped an arm around you at the height of your waist while his other hand rested on your upper back.

You hugged yourself to his torso, eventually sliding your arms under his armpits in order to have him closer.

He didn’t ask anything, he didn’t try to pull away quickly or to make up an excuse to leave. Damian just held you, more than content with giving you the comfort you were seeking.

You heard the door being opened again. Tony had the tendency of not knocking. If your door was unlocked, it meant he could enter and retrieve whatever he wanted from your office.

You expected Damian to part from you. Although a little uncomfortable due to the lack of privacy, he didn’t. He stared at Tony, as if daring him to tease either of you.

Tony tried to keep a chuckle in. “I’m sorry to interrupt you lovebirds. I updated your Starkpad, (Y/N). I left a few instructions for the week there.”

You parted from Damian reluctantly, avoiding his eyes as you took the pad from Tony’s hands. “Will you be out of town this week?”

Your uncle nodded. “Pep wants to visit her family and who am I to deny her?”

You almost smiled. Tony kissed your forehead, patting Damian’s shoulder on his way out.

“I’m sorry about tha—“

Damian cut off your explanation, “It’s not your fault.”

You nodded, placing the new pad Tony had given you on the desk. Damian cupped your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

Leaning into his touch, you nuzzled your face against his palm. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Does visiting me bother you?”

His face turned serious as he frowned. “Where did you get that from?”

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes again.

“It would be nice to have you closer, I can admit that, but some selfish reasons are at play there.”

“That wasn’t the question, Damian.”

“It doesn’t bother me. I simply wish I could see you every day.” He made a pause, then continued, “That’s new to me, I’ve never minded being alone or having piles of work to do.”

“Why would that be selfish?”

He was the one who avoided your face this time, looking at the light being reflected on the screen of the pad. “It’s not. But I also don’t like the way Barnes looks at you, for example.”

“Because of my history with him?”

Damian corrected you, “Because he’s geographically closer. And sometimes I would prefer to be the only one who ogles at my girlfriend. Seeing as I can’t stop people from staring, I never complain.”

You took his hands, intertwining your fingers with his. He smiled softly.

“I only have eyes for you.”

Damian’s lips enveloped yours. He kissed you softly, tenderly as he slid one of his hands off yours to hold your face again. You rested your free hand on his waist, angling your head.

Brushing your lips with his, he whispered, “And I only have eyes for you.”

This time the smile you gave him did fill your eyes.

❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎

You felt nauseous. You were doing a shitty job at keeping your nerves at bay for the first time in many months.

You chugged down a glass of water in one go, sighing out through your nose. Then you refilled the glass and gulped down some more liquid.

Sharon stretched to reach for a glass herself, softly calling your name. “Are you falling sick?”

Oh, God. This would be extremely awkward. You weren’t avoiding her per se, there was no real reason to do it, but you definitely would find ways to not be around her.

If only your mom wasn’t busy with work...

Refilling the glass, you took it with you and sat down on your usual seat around the table. “Have you ever met a partner’s family?”

You almost said ‘James’ but that would have been disrespectful to both of them, and you actively avoided mentioning him in general.

Taken aback, Sharon rounded the table to sit down in front of you. “A long time ago. I don’t think it’s thaaaaat common anymore. Why?”

“Damian wants me to meet his mom.”

“You don’t know his family?”

Lifting the glass, you drank a small sip of water. “I’ve met everyone but her, and she’s visiting soon.”

She hummed, opening his takeout plate. “You don’t want to meet her?”

“I don’t think I can impress her.”

Picking her fork up, she moved it around so you would go on.

You stayed silent, however. There wasn’t much to explain there, everything you knew about his mom terrified you.

“Has he met your mom?”

“Yes.”

“Does your mom like him?”

“Yeah, they get along well. B—But this is different. Like... from what I’ve heard his mom has super high standards. I’m going to fuck it up, Sharon! And I’m really into him!”

She shook her head, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “No, you won’t. How many times hasn’t Pepper complained about him specifically?”

“A lot.”

“And you charmed him! You got the difficult one of the family wrapped around your finger already.”

“Damian isn’t difficult,” you defended him, “people just aren’t willing to give him a chance.”

She smiled at you, humming. Instead of teasing you, she asked, “You know what you’ll wear?”

You shook your head. “He said something casual would be fine. It’s just lunch according to him.”

“I’ll help you.”

You were the shocked one this time. While never confirming it, you suspected she knew the truth about what happened — if that was the case and she still was willing to help, she was way nicer than you had initially imagined.

Damian approval of the outfit she helped you choose was encouraging, he said you looked beautiful in it just like Sharon had complimented you when you tried the item on.

When the day arrived, however, you were having second thoughts. He looked worried, tense even. You weren’t the only one who was having a bad feeling.

He gripped your hand tightly, fingers crushing yours as you walked into the restaurant together. You wanted to ask, for your sake obviously, but mostly because you had never seen him in such a state.

His mother's eyes, sharper than his, scanned you up and down. Damian rolled his shoulders beside you, making you feel the ripple of his muscles.

Sharon, while helpful, had been extremely wrong. This was definitely worse than Jason’s shock over the fact that there was someone who was willing to date Damian.

Damian had told you beforehand to be ready for an interrogation. He openly called it that which prepared you rather well. You didn’t stutter, or cowered under her intense gaze.

Talia didn’t make the comment you assumed she would, the one regarding your physical appearance. Instead, her critique was almost sound.

“You should date someone you have more things in common with, Damian.”

“You should get to knew her before coming to assumed conclusions.”

Talia glared at him. “You know what I mean.”

Damian glared back. “And you know I do not care.”

“I want what’s best for you.”

“Well, I love her, she makes me happy. What are you going to offer that is better than that?”

He said It oh so naturally, like it was ingrained in his vocabulary. There was no hesitance, the words weren’t tender either — the tone had been sharp, he was daring his mother after all.

And you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The drive toward his family’s lake-house, now so familiar after how many times you had visited, felt significantly longer than it was. Damian never drove in silence if the two of you were alone, and that was 99% always the case.

You were dying to say something, but what? Words would fall short, you couldn’t stop replaying how easily those three words had slid past his lips. Had he meant them or was he only being stubborn for the sake of fighting his mom?

He unlocked the front door, letting you in first.

You hadn’t attempted to cross the living room when his hands were already on you, burning your skin through the denim fabric. “You look amazing in these jeans.”

“Damia—“

He shut you up with a kiss, hands ghosting your sides as he tilted his head to barely deepen the kiss.

You broke the kiss begrudgingly, asking, “Can we talk?”

He grunted, leaning to hide his face in your neck.

You spoke either way. “I don’t want you to have a bad relationship with your mom because of me.”

Lips brushing your skin, breath giving you goosebumps, he tried to dissipate your worries, “She has attempted to murder me a couple of times, the relationship has always been complicated.”

“Oh, honey...”

“It’s fine.” He kissed his way up to your cheek. “It’s not your fault.”

“She’s your mom.”

“And you’re my girlfriend. If she really cares about me, she’ll understand.”

“Yeah,” your voice cracked, “b—“ he didn’t give you a chance to say anything else. He pressed you against the nearest wall and kissed you with as much passion as a human being could muster.

His strong hands were tightly gripping your waist, nose puffing air on your face as his mouth swallowed your sounds. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you gave in, pulling him closer with your forearm against his back.

Breathlessly dragging his mouth down to your neck again, he inhaled a lungful of air before sucking on the smooth skin. Your perfume filled his nostrils, making him hum as the vibration of your throat caused by a whimper was felt on his lips.

You said his name in a strangled voice, trying to keep a moan in. He hummed so you’d speak, moving to another spot on your neck to leave another love-bite. “We need to— fuck” His right hand had moved to your back and slipped downward to grope your ass.

He trailed kisses down the exposed part of your chest, sighing contently on your breasts. “We need to fuck?” he teased.

“We need to talk about what you said,” you were able to get the words out before moaning again when he bit down your neck only to soothe the sting with his tongue.

Humming, he searched for the hem of your blouse. “There’s nothing to talk about,” his lips touched your skin as he spoke, “I love you, she needs to get it through her head.”

You grabbed him by the neck. Damian allowed you to lift his head, gazing at you. Inching a hand up to rest it on his cheek, caressing his bottom lip, you told him, “I love you too.”

Turning his head, he kissed your palm. Moving lower, he kissed your wrist.

You cleared your throat. “What are you doing?”

He smiled on your wrist. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “I like your skin.”

You huffed a laugh. He moved both of you away from the wall, pulling you onto the couch.

You shifted in your seat, resting your legs on his lap. Damian placed his hand on your calf, absentmindedly rubbing circles on your clothed skin.

He slowly trailed his hand up, reaching your thigh. Breathing in, he searched for your eyes. “Are you staying today?”

You shook your head.

Damian huffed.

“Don’t get grumpy with me.”

He withdrew his hand, messing with his hair instead. Sitting up properly, you expected him to say he wasn’t mad, he often understood how busy you were throughout the week.

Instead, he decided to avoid your face while speaking, eyes on everything but you. “I meant the other part too, you make me really happy. I adore you, I want to spend more time you!”

“You will,” you promised, placing your hand on his thigh in assurance. “I have a lot of things on my plate right now, that’s not your fault, I know, but I’m doing my best.”

He dropped his hand on top of yours. You feared he would push it away, childishly so. Damian gave your hand a squeeze, lifting it off his lap to kiss your knuckles.

You smiled, puffing air out through your nose in relief. Feeling him smile against your hand, you allowed yourself to believe things would work out just fine.

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mahou-furbies · 3 years

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Tomoe Mami

Probably my favourite design out of the original five.

I like how this still looks like a magical girl outfit with the puffy sleeves and miniskirt, but comes across as a bit more mature than the usual with brownish colour palette and the corset. The ribbon having little lace on the edges is a cute touch. Also as has come up many times on this blog, I’m a big fan of vertically striped socks so this look would get pretty far with just that alone. And she has one of the best Soul Gems, the metal flower is such a striking design (and the flower iconography repeats in her magic as well).

Then there’s the iconic hair, overall the Madoka franchise doesn’t have particularly memorable hairstyles but Mami’s gravity defying drill twintails is exactly the kind of silliness I hope to see in this genre.

So, overall a really solid design that has just the correct amount of iconic details, the sweet spot between boring and overdesigned, like it’s made from many fairly simple elements that don’t have a lot of detail themselves, but put together they make the outfit be strange enough to be a magical girl.

It’s kind of funny how the Madoka franchise has also suffered from the “power creep” when it comes to designs, I mean Mami here looks downright plain when you compare her to some of the newer stuff like Natsuki or Kako. Not that a simple design is a bad thing or that stuffing a design full of details means it’s good, but compared to the newer girls the original heroines can look a bit like old video game characters who have become obsolete when new characters with new shiny gameplay options are added. But Mami’s still a 10/10.

Holy Mami is a palette swap (=boring) but thankfully there’s a bit more to her. Colour palette checks out for a Christmas theme but still manages to be a “regular” power up that can be used in a story that has nothing to do with Christmas. I like the dark striped collar, a turtleneck fits a winter image well. And extra ribbons certainly go well with Mami’s ribbon theme, and there’s some new flowers too. Crown feels a bit bulky and out of place with this design though, but I like the metallic ribbons hanging from her wrists. Makes me think of Christmas decorations or gift paper wrapping.

Considering how she’s not really herself when she uses this form, I like how it looks like the outfit restricts her somewhat with the ribbons around her and how her wrists are tied to the cape.

Ultimately this is alright but I still wish the outfit was a bit more different from her main look. So I dunno, 7/10 for having a good idea but not going far enough with it?

I’m not doing the swimsuit outfits since this is a magical design ranking, but this is weird enough to qualify. As a swimsuit this is completely nonsensical, she has so much stuff on with detached sleeves, the wrist thingies, the thigh decoration and whatever those on her legs are called. And a sleeveless jacket and some hanging sash too because why not! As a magical girl outfit this look is alright, but as a swimsuit I find it ridiculous in how overdesigned it is. In one of the cards they’ve drawn this with the rest of the squad who wear more believable beach looks so Mami’s getup comes across as totally out of place. I wonder what the rest of the girls thought when Mami-sempai showed up like this.

The sleeveless frilly jacket is cute, especially with the little flowers, but the hoodie part feels a bit strange on Mami who I’ve always thought would wear more formal outfits. The silver parts are cool too, though I imagine the leaves on the bikini bottom would feel unpleasant since I keep thinkin of how they’d cut into your skin if you move just a little. The colour palette is pleasant and the flowy white cloth looks great with the silver.

So as a swimsuit this is ludicrous, but with some tweaks I could buy this as a regular magical girl outfit (like actual shoes, and please add some more cloth to the top and skirt). Then it would certainly be above average. But no ranking since I have trouble deciding how much I should hold the fact that the outfit really doesn’t work as a swimsuit alt against it.

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sweetyaoigirl · 3 years

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Obito x Reader

The beach trip (Part 1)

(The next part here---- https://sweetyaoigirl.tumblr.com/post/660118916791664640/the-beach-trip-part-2-the-previous-part-here )

Kakashi and Rin invited me on the trip to beach to let me relax from work.

But I didn't know that they invited someone else too.

Someone I know very well.

When the person entered the van my eyes widened.

Obito ?

Oh you are here already Obito. Rin smiled.

Took you long enough. Kakashi said.

Of course they invited him too. How could I forget ?

Those three were with each other their entire childhood.

"You didn't hate Obito at all. It was the opposite. You love him so much that you can't even look him into the eyes."

I hope you don't mind we invited Obito too. Rin said to you.

N-no it's okay. I shuttered.

So we can finally go. Kakashi started driving.

Rin was sitting next to Kakashi and I was sitting next to Obito.

Such a bad luck.

The awkwardness was too high between the two of us.

"Obito didn't know about your crush towards him since he was too blind to even look at you."

His eyes were on Rin all the way until you all came to your destination.

Y/N look it's the sea ! Isn't it pretty ? Rin asked already dragging me of the van.

Yeah it is. I nodded.

Rin was your best friend. You didn't mind her at all.

Just jealous.

In your eyes Rin was more pretty, cute, smart and kind.

No wonder Obito loves her.

But Rin is dating now Kakashi. Obito suggested that idea to Kakashi a year ago that they should start dating.

He wants to see Rin happy. At first Kakashi didn't liked that idea but soon fell in love with Rin.

Obito was happy for them.

But he still had a strong feelings towards Rin.

Let's go Y/N ! Rin took my hand..

W-wait Rin ! I'm coming. You don't need to drag me.

Let the ladies play. We will go book rooms. Kakashi said to Obito.

Obito only nodded.

I can't wait to show my new swimsuit to Kakashi.

This is going to be so much fun. Rin clapped her hands happily.

Yeah...

Don't look so nervous Y/N. Everything will be fine. Obito isn't some kind of pervert so you will be okay in your swimsuit too.

No that's not it ! I'm not nervous about that at all.

Then what is it ?

Are you sure that it was good idea to invite me ?

Of course. Y/N you are such a hardworker and you need a rest too.

Oh I forgot to tell Kakashi that you two should have your own rooms.

What did you said ? I can't be with Obito on the same room ! Rin help me. I begged.

Don't worry I'm sure that Kakashi should know that. We should go now. It's so dark already.

I followed Rin and the boys were already waiting for us two.

So how is it with rooms ? Rin asked.

Rooms are reserved. Kakashi said.

Does Y/N and Obito have their own rooms ? Rin asked nervous.

Oh I forgot about that. Kakashi said.

You can't be serious. I said.

I'm serious. Kakashi said.

No way. I fell on my knees.

I'm just kidding ! Kakashi chuckled.

Stop Kakashi. Rin playfully smacked his head.

Now move things up. Kakashi said.

Should I help you Rin ? Obito asked.

No thank you Obito. Kakashi is helping me. How about you help Y/N ? I'm sure that she can't do it all alone.

You don't need to. I'm fine. I said.

Nonsense. I'm helping you Y/N.

Thank you. I avoided his eyes again.

When Obito bringed the last box to my room i thanked him and closed the door.

The next day we all were finally able to go to beach to have some fun.

This trip is going to be more stressful than my work.

Y/N stop hiding. Show yourself too. Rin said.

I tried to cover my chest since I was wearing bikini but no one seemed to notice since both boys were too busy admiring Rin.

Rin truly looked beautiful in her swimsuit.

All attention was now on me.

You look beautiful Y/N. Bikini looks really good on you. Rin said and looked back at the boys to say something.

You look great Y/N. Kakashi said while Obito only nodded.

Thank you. I said shily when I looked at Obito.

I haven't seen Obito without a shirt yet but now I can tell that he looks so hot.

Is something wrong Y/N ? Obito asked me which made me realize that I was spacing out.

Nothing. Really. Just don't burn yourself. I said the first words that appeared in my head.

How stupid. Of course he knows it even without me.

Yeah I won't thanks. But you should worry about yourself. You are showing too much skin.

What's wrong with showing too much skin Obito ? We are at the beach. I think Y/N looks really pretty. Rin smiled.

If it's really that big problem I can go buy similiar swimsuit like Rin has.

No there's no reason to do that. Obito was just trying to be nice. Right Obito ? Kakashi elbowed him.

I was not trying Kakashi. I care about Y/N so that's why I said that.

I knew it. Obito you are so nice. Rin said in awe while Obito's heart suddenly started beating harder.

He cares about me. I don't know if he was lying or not but this made me happy. He doesn't show any discust when he looks at me even if it's just for a second like now.

If only he looks at me like he is looking at Rin right now.

Y/N let's go collect seashells. Rin suggested while I only nodded.

You two don't go so far. Don't make me worry. Kakashi said to us.

We will be fine Kakashi. You worry too much. Rin dragged me somewhere and I only followed her looking back at Kakashi and Obito who were most likely trying to have some competition.

Oh there ! Y/N come here ! There are a lot of seashells. Let's clean them up in water since some of them are dirty.

Okay. What are you gonna do with that seashells ?

I'm just collecting them. I might make as well some necklace later.

That's a good idea. Making a necklace...

Y/N are you okay ? You know that you don't need to be so awkward around Obito. He is your friend too right ?

Yes a friend. Of course he is. I'm just not good with boys that's all. I lied hiding it with my laugh.

You need to find someone too. I was so suprised when Kakashi asked me out for the first time and we started dating. It was the happiest moment in my life. Even now he is worried about me. Kakashi is just a very sweet boyfriend. Rin smiled at the thought of her sweet boyfriend.

Rin what if I tell you that Obito has still feelings for you ? What would you do ?

Obito ? He moved on. He doesn't love me anymore. He told me himself.

How can you know that ?! I raised my voice which caused Rin to look at me.

Sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice.

Y/N do you perhaps....love Obito ?

I- what makes you say that ? I don't know what you are talking about. Let's return back shall we ? We already collected a lot of seashells.

Yes you're right but-

Huh who do we have here ? Me and Rin turned our attention towards some weird guys.

How about you two come with us ? It will be fun~

Don't bother us ! Rin yelled at them.

You are pretty cheeky girl won't you say ? Catch her.

Rin stay behind me ! And don't move ! I stood up in front of Rin.

But Y/N-

Rin ! Don't worry you have me here. I smiled at her and she returned the smile.

Awww such a nice friendship you have. Some of the perverts grabbed my wrists and I couldn't move my hands.

I managed to kick them to the stomach but more of them came up behind me to stop me from moving.

Y/N !!!! Rin yelled.

Rin run ! I said.

I will go for Kakashi and Obito ! Rin run away faster than I ever saw.

You are pretty persistent. I like girls like that.

I hate these kind of guys. He had blonde hair and gray eyes with some lame old swimsuit.

Those guys are poor I can tell.

Let me go or you will regret it.

And what are you gonna do ? You can't move. Me and my boys are gonna have some fun with you later.

He carressed my cheek and I clenched my teeth.

Shit.

Kakashi ! Obito !

Kakashi and Obito run up to Rin with worried look on their face.

Rin what happened ? Kakashi asked.

Y/N is....Y/N is in trouble ! We gotta save her ! There is so many of them. Please save Y/N. Rin begged with tears at the corner of her eyes.

Let's go. Obito said and Kakashi nodded.

I'm not going anywhere with some sick perverts like you ! I bite one of them and he released my hold.

I smirked at myself but as soon as I could react the blonde one punched me to the face.

I bit my lip and tried to come up with something.

That must be their leader or something.

You will receive one more if you don't stay still. The blonde one warned.

Is there really nothing I could do ?

Just when their leader wanted to punch me someone stopped his punch.

I looked up to see who it was and I couldn't believe my eyes.

Obito ?

Get away from her ! Obito punched every single one of them. Some of them were still standing trying to attack Obito but he dodged and kicked them to the stomach.

Hey Obito. Let me have some of them. Kakashi smirked cracking his knuckles.

You bastards ! They panted.

I watched as Obito and Kakashi beat them all without having a single scratch.

That brings back memories. Kakashi to Obito.

Tell me about it. Obito's eyes looked to mine and I froze when he was walking up to me.

Are you okay Y/N ? Did they hurt you ? Or touch you somewhere ? Obito asked with concern in his voice.

I'm okay Obito. Sorry for causing you and Kakashi trouble. Thank you for saving me. He grabbed my wrist and leaned closer to my face.

You saved Rin ! So what are you saying ?!

We are the one who should be grateful. And you are my friend ! So stop saying things like sorry for causing trouble. Obito hugged me and it felt like the whole world just stopped.

It was only me and Obito. I didn't know that he cared so much about me.

When Obito broke the hug Kakashi came up to me and said.

Thank you so much for saving Rin Y/N.

I don't know what would I do if something happened to her.

Don't worry about it Kakashi. Me and Rin are friends. It's only natural to save your friend.

Oh no Y/N you are hurt ! Let me see your face. Rin said.

But she just said- Obito started.

Y/N likes to lie ! Y/N how much did they hurt you ?

Just a little bit. They had very strong grips.

Will you be okay to walk on your own ? Rin asked.

I will be fine. I just need to rest and I will feel better.

Suddenly I was being picked up by a strong arms.

I will take her. Kakashi, Rin you can go ahead. Obito informed his friends.

I got it. Let's go Rin. Kakashi held Rin's hand and they left.

Obito soon started to move with me still in his arms.

Obito you can put me down. I don't need some special treatment.

I'm not letting you walk on your own. Just let me know if it hurts somewhere.

I didn't wanted to say anything. I was too embarrassed. This is enough for me.

Being held in Obito's arms.

There is no way I will forget what you did.

I will try to make it up to you sometimes Y/N.

You don't need to Obito. I just tried to protect my friend that's all.

The rest of the time both of us didn't said a word.

We finally returned to the hotel where Kakashi and Rin were waiting for us.

Rin comforted me and made sure that I have no pain.

So you don't feel pain no more ?

No it's better Rin. Thank you. I smiled weakly.

It should be better now. Thankfully you don't have any bruises but it can still hurt from the inside. Rin said.

No need to make such a big deal of it. I will be fine tomorrow.

Rin then left and it was soon nighttime.

I decided that it was good time to go to bed.

I'm so tired. I laid on the bed and soon fell asleep.

After few hours I opened my eyes and noticed that it was still night, more like midnight.

That reminds me I always wanted to look at the beach when it's night. I'm sure that will be a goid view. I opened up my balcony to see a beautiful moonlight.

What I didn't noticed that there was someone at the other balcony next to mine.

And it was no other than Obito. I quickly hide behind the big plant that was there.

I peeked through the plant to see Obito looking at the moon.

He sighed and rest his head in his palm.

Obito can't sleep ? I wonder what's wrong? Soon he interrupted my thoughts.

Y/N is really amazing. I am truly lucky to be her friend.

What is he saying ? I don't think this is still about the accident with me and Rin, but did me and Obito ever talked with each other longer than one hour ?

As long as I remember we always passed each other, maybe a short talk and that's all.

I wonder if she has a boyfriend already ? Or are we both that unlucky ? The wind was flowing through Obito's hair which made him even more attractive.

Oh Obito I guess we are both unlucky. I never had a boyfriend. You are the first boy that made me fall so in love.

It's pointless for me to confess to him when he still has feelings for Rin.

I silently left without him noticing I was even there.

I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling for a while before I fell asleep thinking about Obito.

The next day as soon as I left my room I go outside and saw Kakashi ,Obito and Rin playing in the water.

Good morning for you Y/N. Rin chuckled.

Good morning sleepyhead. Kakashi said.

Who are you calling sleepyhead ? It's still morning. I scratched my head.

Sorry it's just that Obito woke up too not so long ago. What were you two up to last night ? Kakashi smirked at me and Obito which caused me to blush.

N-nothing. I was in my room !

Shut up Bakashi ! Obito said embarrassed.

I was not sure if Obito was blushing or not because of the hot weather.

Y/N now that you are here want me treat you for some drink ? Obito stood right in front of me.

Is that okay with you ? I asked avoiding his gaze.

Of course. I'm willing to pay for you. Now come. He grabbed my hand and dragged me with him.

I was staring at our hands not able to process how this happened.

Why did he invite me ? Wouldn't Rin be better choice ? Ugh I'm idiot. He might love Rin but he doesn't think about her 24/7. He thinks about his friends too.

I waited for him to buy our drinks letting him to choose.

I'm not really that picky.

When he returned he handed me a Rainbow Paradise cocktail.

Our hands brushed against each other and I quickly took it from his hands with a quiet thanks.

It looked like he had something similiar as me. Wait isn't it the same cocktail ?!

Well it doesn't matter. It was his choice.

I'm happy to be alone with him.

Does it taste good ? He asked me.

I nodded while I took a sip.

He gently smiled at me I looked up at him.

What ? I asked confused.

Nothing.

Just...

Can I talk with you about something ?

Go ahead. I said still drinking.

What were you doing on the balcony last night ?

I almost choked.

What ? You noticed me ?

Yes I mean it was quite obvious that you were here but what were you doing there ?

Oh I was just you know admiring the plants. I facepalmed at my response.

Can't believe I just said that but I need to cover it up somehow.

Oh...

Interesting.

You didn't heard anything I was saying right ?

Not at all. The wind was so strong last night so I couldn't hear anything.

But Y/N the wind was normal. There was no strong wind.

I stopped drinking and my eyes widened.

Oh no. He got me. I started to drink faster to avoid answering his question.

But that was mistake because my brain froze up. I forgot that it was so cold.

Hey Y/N you shouldn't drink that fast. He placed a hand on my shoulder and took a look on my face.

I need to go. I quickly drank it all up without no hesitation and dropped the glass and run away.

Y/N ! Obito yelled behind me but I was not listening.

I'm sorry Obito. But I'm coward and I can't explain it to you.

Not when you still love Rin.

#obito x reader #obito x you #obito x y/n #obito uchiha x y/n #obito uchiha x reader #naruto x you #naruto x reader #Obito x y/n: summer special

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cicaklah · 3 years

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Nightly pool party in Haven Island. 47 and Diana are standing in the waist-deep water, each a cocktail in one hand, Diana's free arm around 47's waist for support, 47's free arm seemingly innocent in the water behind her. Diana tries to keep a neutral face while 47 fingers her slowly.

So this feeds into my current big fic, a retelling of haven but with the contrivance of it's front is a couples retreat. So Diana is there.

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47 watches Ljudmilla as she cycles around the guests at the party, her filmy dress looking like an oil slick against her flawless figure. She's working every man here hard, which is intruiging, as the intro they had was that she was good at her job. 47 knows that men can be simple creatures when it comes to a beautiful woman not wearing very much, but she's missing far more than she's hitting tonight. The collected partners of the men have looks on their faces like they can't believe what they're witnessing.

Something has got her spooked. they probably don't have a huge amount of time left.

Standing hip deep in the pool seems to have put her off, or maybe it was Diana's performance at dinner that has given her second thoughts about making a move on him. Still, if she doesn't come back soon, he worries that he won't be able to put her off for much longer.

Thankfully, as if she could tell, there's a discreet splash and diana appears at his side again, her hands full of elaborately befruited drinks. "This is yours", she says quietly, "But don't worry, I made sure they gave me your rum."

They clink their glasses, and the sound catches Ljudmilla's ear. 47 leans in and gives Diana his report right into her ear, while keeping at eye on their target. She watches them for a long moment, but when Diana feins a laugh, she turns her back on them.

"Coasts clear", he says, just as Diana turns to face him. Their mouths brush, and even though theyve kissed now more times than he's ever kissed a single person before, it still thrills him like the first time. He likes the taste of rum on her tongue, and says so.

"perhaps I'll order a bottle for the room", Diana says. "47, about earlier..."

"I have no regrets" he says quickly. He doesn't want to have any conversation about what happened earlier. How a simple touch, something that should have been functional, that he had been trained to do, turned into the best fuck of his life, and how out of control he felt. How he can't regret it."

She looks relieved. Takes a long sip of her drink, and kisses him again. She's pressed into him, and it's too easy to use his free arm to touch her, slide his hand down her back and into the water. The water is dark, but not dark enough to hide everything he's doing, but he hopes that it sends a message.

Her ass is a perfect handful, and the elastic around the edges of her swimsuit is very stretchy. He receives no resistance when he squeezes, and it's a squeeze with intent, a grope, really. Their heights should pose a problem, but she's mostly leg, and it turns out his reach is enough that he can reach between her legs easily. He sinks two fingers into her from behind and hooks them just so, and she trembles with the effort to stay upright and not drop her drink.

He takes a sip of his drink to hide his smile, and then there's a ripple, and someone is walking towards them. Ljudmilla, of course.

"Mr and Mrs Rieper", she says, "I trust you're enjoying yourselves."

"It's a lovely party", Diana says, and 47 feels her clench around his fingers in warning.

"We're organising a day trip to a nearby island tomorrow, and I am seeing whether anyone is interested. Great diving, some deep sea fishing, and there have been known to be some giant turtles if you're lucky. Do you do dive, Tobias?"

"Of a sort" he says experimentally, "I can hold my breath for four minutes. It comes in handy." and the look Diana shoots him is pure filth. He pumps his hand once, and then pulls his fingers out so he can rub against her swollen clit firmly and smoothly.

"Well, perhaps we can tempt you to strap on... a tank, sometime", Ljudmilla says, the pause nonsensical and yet very, very clear. "See whether you're any good at extreme depths."

"I do try to keep my hand in." He says.

"I think we have massages booked for tomorrow", Diana cuts in. "In fact, please excuse us, it's been a long day. Perhaps we will be heading back now."

"Maybe another day then," Ljudmilla says. "Sleep well, you two."

"Im sure we will." 47 says.

"You will be the death of me", Diana says. "Are we going to talk about this?"

"I don't see what there is to talk about." He says, and pulls her close. "I think we're blending in fine."

The beach is empty, eerie in the moonlight, the air blood warm despite the hour. The sand is fine as powder, and it cushions his knees nicely as he drops down and pulls down her bottoms, and licks her from front to back, until she's all salt again, no pool water remaining.

They walk back in the shallows, and then climb up the back stairs to their cabin. In the distance, the lights of the party dance, but they don't notice them, too lost in each other once again.

#hitman #hitman ficlets with gloves

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indiavolowetrust · 4 years

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Hello, how are you? I was just thinking on a short HC about summer in which MC went to the beach on a "weekend mini vacation" with Lucifer, Diavilo and Barbatos and their thoughts (individually) upon seeing her in a small and pretty bikini and later their reactions while she "oh so innocently" eats a devil crush super spicy mango popsicle looking at them with a sly smile 🏖🍦🤭 Thank youu 💕

Hi, love, thanks for sending in an ask! I mashed the thoughts of seeing her in a swimsuit and watching her eat a popsicle into one scene for ease of narration. These are divided into each perspective, with each one written in second person. I also took a bit of liberty with the writing.

I hope you like it!

LUCIFER

Humans are not ravishing creatures. Humans are neither entrancing nor enthralling. Humans are neither breathtaking nor -- nor stunning, for whatever damned reason there ever could be for one to appear as such. Humans do not have the ability to seduce a magnificent demon such as yourself in such a bewitching manner, to nearly bring you to your knees, or to bring all your thoughts to a screeching halt upon catching sight of her. Such a capability on her part should not be possible, much less thinkable, for humans are but simple, stupid beasts. For humans are nothing more but pawns between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm, and you are quite possibly the most magnificent demon that the Devildom has ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Yet here she is, standing in direct contrast to those sentiments. Your eyes flicker to her once, and she smiles at you.

God, she is irritating.

The human begins to bound towards your place on the boardwalk, perhaps seeing your glance towards her as an invitation, and you do your best not to stare at the more indecent parts of her as she does so. Despite the frigid air of the Devildom, the human has decided upon wearing a rather miniscule bikini. It is yet another aspect of her that -- no, it does nothing but vex you. The human does nothing but try to incense you at every turn.

“Want one?” she offers, proffering what appears to be a popsicle in her hands. “The lady at the counter said she only had two more in stock, so I thought I’d grab one for you. If -- if you wanted it, that is.”

The popsicle in her hands begins to melt slightly. Your eyes most certainly do not trace the path the sticky juice makes against the curve of her breasts.

You shake your head. “No, but I appreciate the offer. I’m not one for sweets.”

She raises a brow. “Suit yourself then,” she says, regarding the two popsicles in her hands. A moment, and she pops one into her mouth. Her very soft, wonderful mouth. “I’ll see if Lord Diavolo wants it.”

The human turns on her heel, beginning to head back towards the small place you, Diavolo, and Barbatos have settled on the beach. You let out a small sigh of relief at that, despite your inability to ascertain exactly why. As strange as her human methods of communication are, you cannot help but find it --

Your body shifts before your eyes can even register the motion, and you twist yourself just so beneath her to prevent her from crashing into the boardwalk. A slight squeak of surprise, and you realize that she has dropped the two popsicles against her body. Another moment, and you realize the position that you two have placed yourselves in.

The sticky juice of the popsicle has stained her mouth just enough to give it the appearance of a flush there. Crushed parts of the treat trail down her barely clad form. Her hands are only slightly propped against you, giving you a rather inappropriate view. She smiles -- in a sly manner, perhaps -- and despite yourself, you find an uncharacteristic heat beginning to rise to your cheeks.

Irritating, you think to yourself. She is only irritating. Endearing shouldn’t be the word for this.

DIAVOLO

You peruse the options on the ice cream stand, humming slightly. While you know little of human confectionaries -- other than the wonderful treat that is a filled cigar cookie -- you are sure that the human would enjoy something more local. Something a bit more typical of the Devildom’s tastes. And so your eyes flicker to and fro on the menu before you, your decision stuck between a particularly spicy mango popsicle and a scoop of nightbloom ice cream.

“You don’t have to put that much thought into it,” says the human from beside you. “I’m not that picky. Either is fine.”

“Nonsense!” you respond. “Sharing culture through food is one of the best ways of doing it!”

You glance at her for a moment -- taking in the image of revealed skin, the bikini, the pursing of her mouth -- before looking away once more, attempting to preoccupy yourself with the decision. It is likely typical in human cultures to show so much skin, likely. A symptom of her culture. You have gathered at least that much from her lack of a reaction to her own image.

This choice of image, you decide, is not an attempt to seduce you. The future king of the Devildom, besides, should not be so weak as to such tactics to --

The human steps in front of you, leaning slightly over the counter. It is an excellent view. Enough to distract you from your very important cross-cultural mission of sharing tastes in confectionaries.

“Could we do the, um --” the human looks at the menu, double-checking the name, “-- the mango one? Two of those, please.”

The demoness shoots her a many-toothed smile. “Of course! Anything for my lord and his lady.”

You blink. “Oh, she isn’t --”

It’s a bit too late. The two popsicles that the demoness hands the human have been pierced with a small, heart-shaped toothpick -- a trend in the Devildom’s world of confectionaries, it seems -- and once again there is that knowing smile. You reflexively grin at her in turn, attempting to hide whatever embarrassment there may be in your demeanor. The brilliance of your expression, however, does nothing to dissuade her from teasing you further.

A dozen more needle-like teeth make themselves known. “Have fun on your date!”

You realize, minutes later, exactly why the demoness had chosen to stick the toothpick into the popsicle.

The human licks and sucks at the frozen treat, her tongue forced to wind its way around the obstruction in the popsicle. You cannot help but stare at her even as you begin to enjoy your own. It drips slightly down the curve of her lips as she does so, giving the skin there an especially glossy appearance. Accompanying the sound of her mouth with a salacious air. Forcing your thoughts to go somewhere else completely -- somewhere that is not decidedly anything to do with an innocent excursion on the beach. When she has just finished sucking away at the tip of the popsicle, her mouth now fully stained with the juice, she turns to you with a sly smile.

You realize that this human is attempting to seduce you.

Much to your embarrassment, it is very, very effective.

BARBATOS

It is certainly not the first time that you have seen such a display. A lifespan that spans nearly the length of two or three millennia has done well enough to dull your response. Outwardly, at least. You have seen an innumerable number of succubi and incubi alike, their writhing, naked bodies free of any imperfections. Demons and monsters of all sorts have approached both the old king and the prince of the Devildom many, many times, further lessening any reaction you might have. Plump demonesses who may have just as well have stepped out from a Renaissance painting, perfectly sculpted incubi who could stand as the perfect image of athleticism, elusive monsters with the ability to take on any and all appearances they might have thought attractive to the king -- you’ve seen it all.

Perhaps that is why something stirs in you now.

“Come on, you don’t have to be reserved all the time!” the human says, grinning. She partakes of a spicy mango popsicle, the remnants of which drip onto the bare skin of her sternum. Which is expected, given the rather immodest garment that she wears now. “I could’ve saved you one.”

“I am merely accompanying my lord. It would be inappropriate.”

She quirks her lips to one side. “I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t notice. And we aren’t even in the castle right now.”

“My professionalism extends to wherever my lord may be at the moment.”

The human frowns at that, clearly disappointed, but says nothing else on the matter. It is a welcome change from her incessant questioning and urging, one would think. A moment of peace and quiet. Yet you feel a pang of guilt for refusing her in such a manner.

As expected of a human, she is a rather messy eater. Her tongue draws itself slowly up and down the length of the popsicle, encouraging small portions of juice to flow down both her hand and the curve of a breast. It shines against the bare skin. Despite yourself, you cannot help but study her.

Her body is rife with imperfections. Stretchmarks line both her hips and thighs, with the most prominent ones positioned more outwards on her body. There is also the hint of cellulite flecked across her derriere. Fading scars from some childhood accident, you surmise, cross a shoulder, standing out from the otherwise unmarked skin around the area. Dimples make themselves known on her cheeks when she turns the popsicle this way and that, as she eats it with a rather strange method, and you can discern the slight unevenness on her features. Unlike the incubi and succubi that you have grown accustomed to over the centuries, this human bears none of that set perfection.

She smiles at you the moment she catches you staring, the barest hint of a more sly nature apparent in the expression. A painfully obvious attempt at seduction.

It is a completely unnecessary gesture. Her imperfection has long intoxicated you before she had ever thought of doing so.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me ask #ask #writing practice

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katsura018 · 3 years

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High School AU 1 - Summer vacation at the school’s pool

Sherlock: It’s too hot…

John: POOOL!!!

Mary: The water looks so clean and cool!

Hudson: Um.. Mary? This swimsuit?

Mary: It’s fine! It looks good on you! Plus, just wearing the school’s swimsuit is boring isn’t it?

Hudson: Yeah, but still…. Anyway, why are you here?! This is for the committee club members only!

Sherlock: Ah, well… John dragged me out

John: Isn’t it fine? The more the merrier! Right, Mary?

Mary: I agree! Right, everyone?

Fred: I’m not really fond of water…

Louis: I heard there’d be a meeting… honestly, I’d rather work on the summer assignments given by Ni-san…

Herder: Oh! Me too! We can all work on that instead?!

Moneypenny: This could be considered an informal meeting too…

Moran: You… your boobs really are big… (They’re all wearing swimsuits)

Albert: Moran, I suggest joining me and Irene-sensei over here in the table if you don’t want to get drowned.

Irene: Agreed! Moran, Albert, I’ve brought fine wine with me, why not a test of endurance?

Moran: For some reason, that side of the pool looks a bit too bright…

Sherlock: I wanna go home…

Mary: Kya!

Hudson: Here! You wanted to play a lot in the water, right?!

Moneypenny: Haha, Wait! That’s unfair!

*splash sounds*

John (staring at the girls): uwah, it’s so calm and peaceful

Sherlock: So… you planning on confessing tonight or what?

John: EH?!?!?? That-THAT… err…

Herder: Eh? Confessing? To which? Interesting! Let me in on it too!

John: No, wait! No one said anything about that?!

Albert: Ah, he’s down

Irene: For such a big guy, he’s really weak.

Albert: No, I’d say he’s above average. I’m more surprised with you, Irene-sensei

Irene: Hmm?

Albert: As expected it must be from experience, isn’t it?

Irene: I don’t understand what you’re asking, though?

Albert: Oh my mistake then, I just heard a little rumor of a member of the staff having a night job.

Albert: It says the man in question has risen remarkably quickly in a certain shop’s top spot.

Irene: A man? Then, that couldn’t possibly be me or are you saying that I can be easily mistaken as a man with this looks of mine?

Albert: Haha, impossible. I suppose you’re right. The owner of the shop is a friend of mine you see, I think you’d love to go there from time to time too.

Irene: Mhmm, what kind of shop is it?

Albert: A host club.

Louis: I’m leaving.

Herder: Ah, are you starting on the homework? Me too!

John: Eh? Wait! It hasn’t even been an hour yet!

Mary: Err, we… we really will be having a meeting!

Sherlock: Then, can I leave too? It’s too hot…

Moneypenny: Is that why you’ve eaten all the ice cream?

Louis: You’re all just playing games in the water, how is this a meeting? If it really were a meeting, then we should invite Ni-san.

William: You called?

Mary and Hudson: Ah! William-sensei!

Sherlock: I’m staying.

Moneypenny: You’re feeling hot and ate a lot of ice cream, are you sure you’re fine?

Louis: Ni-san!

William: Louis-kun, shouldn’t it be William-sensei?

Louis: Oh! I’m very sorry!

Hudson: Hah! I told you all this pool games were part of the club activities!

Herder: You just said pool games though…

Sherlock: Liam!

William: Hm? Holmes-kun, why are you here? If I’m right, there should only be committee members?

Sherlock: Geh- so cold as always. Well, with how hot it is right now, I’d say that ice queen attitude of yours is just perfect for me!

William: Again, you’re saying things I don’t really understand. But if it’s the perfect attitude for you to listen to, I’ll gladly continue. Please, leave.

Sherlock: A little gentleness would be nice….

William: Mhm, I’m not saying it just because you’re not a member though… your face…

William’s hand stretches out his hand to touch Sherlock’s forehead.

Sherlock: Hnng! *blush*

Moran: LIAM!!!

William: Eh? Moran, err… are you drunk?

Moran: WHY?! Why is it that Sherlock is the only one allowed to call you Liam? I’ve wanted to call you that since you were much more smaller! It didn’t have to be Liam, at least a cute nickname!

Herder: Just what past life is this man recalling, I wonder?

Fred: Don’t try to break the fourth wall too much.

William: Moran, no matter the reason, as a teacher I can’t allow drinking in the school…!

Moran grabs William tightly.

Moran: Don’t give me that! What teacher nonsense are you talking about! Get rid of these crappy clothes! You should be wearing tuxedos made for a royalty! The image that would make any man bow down!

William: eh? Ah… wait… Moran, you wouldn’t possibly…

Fred: Ah, there it is…

Sherlock: Thank you very much…

William: Let’s leave the comments later and why not help sensei?

Louis: Ni-san!

Moran, Louis, William fall in the water. Moran drowns. Louis doesn’t know how to swim and is saved by Fred.

Louis: Eh? Didn’t you know how to swim?

Fred: I never said that, I just said I don’t like the water.

William: Ugh…

Sherlock: Come on, William-sensei.

Sherlock stretched out a hand to help William up out of the water. William refuses.

Sherlock: Pfft, what is it now? I’m properly listening and calling you sensei, aren’t I?

William: ….

Sherlock: Or… you prefer I keep calling you Liam?

William: That’s completely wrong.

Sherlock: Oh…

William: …earlier, Moran was stripping me

Sherlock: Mhmm?

Something floats in the water a bit far from anyone.

William: He was able to unzip my pants… right now, I am…

Sherlock: …

William: This shirt and… only my underwear

Sherlock: *HAAAAAAAAAA*

William: The girls are on the other side, but Irene is right over there, Sherlock would you- Ah…

Fred: Ah, finally?

Fred: Health committee, Sherlock had a violent nosebleed and fainted!

Herder: Eh! For real! Let’s take a picture with him in the background!

Moneypenny: I knew those many ice creams would have its consequences.

John: EH?! What ah- err Mary! Health committee!

Mary: John-kun, you’re also one. Please calm down.

William: Ah, wait, please don’t come near… ugh

Louis: Ni-san! What’s the matter?

Fred: You’d be a burden so stay still; I’ll get it for you William-sensei…

William: …thank you

Moran: blub blub blub

Albert: It’s getting noisier over there.

Irene: Mhmmhmgh????

Albert: It’s my win then.

John: Irene-sensei! Sherlock is and also Moran! Eh?

Albert: Ah… err, sorry?

John: Wha-what should we dooooo?!??!?

#yuumori #sherliam #yuukoku no moriarty

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myuntoldstory · 3 years

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Mystic Messenger | Seashell

AO3 | FF.net

Third prompt of Jihyun Week: Fate | Ocean

This is not an entry to Jihyun Week 2020. I'm basically just trying to finish the series I created in AO3.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: V | Jihyun Kim/Main Character (Named)

Warning: N/A

Word Count: 8, 169

Summary: Set six months after Judge or Forgive.

The whole RFA travel to Jumin's beach house for an epic summer day! It's all fun and games until Jihyun sees Lux in a cute bikini for the first time. Now he has to deal with the jealousy and possessiveness that overcomes him.

Whatever will he do?

Seashell

“How is everyone getting there?”

Jihyun glances at Lux and then back to the road. They're on the highway, driving to one of the Han family's beachside vacation houses. The sun climbs ever higher with the arrival of summer. So are the temperatures. Almost everyone in the country is scrambling to go somewhere cool. They're no different. The drive is long, but Jihyun doesn't mind. With Lux beside him, time will cease to exist.

"As you know the original plan was to go together," he answers.

"Yes, Jumin offered his cars."

"Right. But at the last minute Saeyoung decided to drive."

"Ah! So it's him and Saeran together."

"Yoosung and Hyun too."

"Oh?"

"Yes. They all decided to go together," he continues. "Yoosung always enjoys riding in Saeyoung's cars. As for Hyun... well, he made it clear he'd rather die of heatstroke than travel with Jumin."

"Of course," Lux laughs.

Jihyun smiles uneasily. Last night's chats were... particularly lively. Zen's candour about spending time in Jumin's company is always something to behold. While the children found it hilarious, Jihyun was glad Lux had gone to sleep. She didn't have to witness the profanities and insults flying around. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop her reading the whole thing over breakfast. At least she found it funny.

"Anyway," he says, "Jumin and Jaehee went ahead to set up."

"Which leaves us two."

They stop at a red light. Jihyun glances at Lux again. She beams back at him and his affection for her grows about a hundred times. He returns her smile and pets her hair. If they aren't in a car right now and he's not driving she'd already be in his arms. Within him she inspires so much love—one that's gentle, warm, and safe. It fills him to the brim, bringing with it happiness that he's still learning to understand.

"Are you okay being stuck with me?" he jokes.

She reaches out and squeezes his wrist gently as the lights turn green.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Jihyun drives up the street leading to Jumin's house. He catches Lux's awestruck expression and smiles. On either side of the street are houses of varying extravagance. They sit behind gardens so lush and intricate it would make a landscape artist cry. Though this area is public, the community screams exclusivity. With the rich and powerful gathered in one place, no one dares to challenge their demand for privacy.

It's all nostalgic for Jihyun. Most of the houses in the area had not changed at all. The Han family have many, many vacation houses in the country and overseas. He's fortunate enough that they invite him to a few. This particular one was one he frequented with Jumin when they were younger. It's been years since he was last here. Memories of his childhood assail him the closer they get to the house.

“Is that—no way, is that Jumin’s?”

Jihyun doesn’t have to look at Lux to know what she’s referring to.

“Yes,” he answers.

“Wow…” she breathes. “It’s the biggest around here.”

“It’s to assert dominance,” he quips.

Lux laughs as he goes up the driveway and around the house to the garage. There are staff members already waiting for them. They're quick to shuffle to the car as soon as he turns the engine off. After assuring the couple that they'll sort out everything, the staff ushers them inside. Jihyun says many words of gratitude before taking Lux's hand and leading her up the stairs.

“You know your way around,” she remarks.

“I have been here before.”

“Ah, right; of course.”

Her tone of recognition makes him smile. He squeezes her hand.

"When we were children they'd always ask us where we'd like to go during the summer. We always chose this house. You can say this was our playground."

"Only you two?"

"Only us two."

“And… how did you amuse yourselves?”

"Oh… many things."

"What about games?"

"Oh, yes. Absolutely. We played hide-and-seek... tag... puzzles... sometimes we invented our own games. Sometimes... well, sometimes we just lie on the floor and discuss life's fascinating questions."

"What kind of questions?"

He grins at her.

"Like... does clean sand really squeak when you step on it?"

"And does it?" Lux teases.

"It sure does."

"Amazing!"

They both laugh.

"Most of the time we relaxed," he continues. "We're not the sort to be rambunctious. We read books, debated, discussed current affairs.. normal things—well, normal for us."

"That sounds calmer than the summers I had as a child."

Jihyun kisses her hand.

"Now that, I'd love to hear about."

He expects a story, because Lux tells him everything, but instead, she smiles... vague and mysterious.

"Maybe next time—"

"Finally."

Jumin's voice, regal and imposing, reverberate as they enter the living room. He stands by the double doors leading to the beach. Jaehee, meanwhile, stands beside him. She concentrates on her phone, but at Jumin's word she looks up at them and smiles. Finally, curled on the couch is Elizabeth the 3rd. She lifts her head at the new arrivals.

"Hello!" Lux exclaims.

She rushes ahead to hug Jaehee. Jihyun approaches Jumin, exchanging a brief, but tight hug with him. It's a rare sight to see them wearing anything other than corporate suits. They look young in their loose, casual attires. They still exude an air of unapproachability, but at least they're not as intimidating.

“Hello, beautiful,” Lux coos at Elizabeth, gently petting her head.

Elizabeth purrs in greeting.

"Where is everyone?" Jihyun says.

Jumin and Jaehee exchange looks.

"Saeran called," Jaehee replies.

"Everything okay?" Lux says.

Jumin sighs in exasperation.

"Apparently, they're taking the scenic route," he says. "It is worth noting that while Saeran talked Yoosung and Zen yelled about being lost."

"I'm not surprised," Lux chuckles.

"No," he agrees.

"Well... we'll wait for them, then," Jihyun says.

With a nod, Jumin opens the doors. Cool sea air breezes in, whipping Jihyun's hair in every direction. He breathes deep, tasting salt at the back of his throat. This is a relief compared to the stifling humidity of the city. Beyond the doors is the beach with its white sand and green-blue waters. Sunlight pours over the gorgeous view, bathing everything in white-gold light.

“Do as you please,” Jumin says. "The staff will serve lunch later.”

“Great!” Lux exclaims, clapping her hands. “I’m dying for a swim—come on, Jaehee!”

Lux takes Jaehee’s hand, but Jaehee hesitates, darting an uncertain glance at Jumin. Sensing his employee’s stare, Jumin meets her eyes and crosses his arms. There’s an impassive expression on his face that says nothing and yet everything all at once. Jaehee looks back at Lux and winces apologetically.

“I still have a few things to deal with,” she says.

“Nonsense! It’s your time to relax—right, Jumin?”

Jihyun watches the exchange with a smile. There’s determination underneath Lux’s playful question. He discovered that they're similar in that regard. While their expressions say one or nothing, it's different to what they feel. By Jumin's non-expression Jihyun knows he wants to keep Jaehee on the clock. Lux, however, will not accept that. Jihyun sides with his beloved in this one. One should enjoy their time off and Jaehee needs a break more than any of them.

"You can leave the rest for later," Jihyun interjects.

Jumin glances at him and then sighs.

"Fine," he says.

“Thank you, sir!” Jaehee’s own beam reveals her relief.

“Good,” Lux says. “Let’s go change, Jaehee!”

Slipping his hands in his pockets, Jihyun watches over Lux with a smile. When they're gone he appraises the living room, once again feeling nostalgic. Everything remains the same... except for the furniture. He crouches before Elizabeth and gently pets her. He remembers Jumin and himself as children, playing and talking together. In this house they built a solid friendship in the face of those who only sought to use them.

“Good girl, Elizabeth,” he says.

Elizabeth meows sleepily.

“Nothing’s changed,” he continues, standing up.

“The furniture has,” Jumin replies, sidling next to him.

“Well, yes,” Jihyun laughs. “I mean in general…”

“Oh… yes, nothing has changed.”

Jihyun lays his hand on the couch and turns to his friend with a smile.

“It’s been years since we’ve been here,” he continues.

“Hmm.”

“When was the last time? I’m afraid I’ve forgotten.”

“It was the month before our finals.”

“Ah—yes. That’s right. To study.”

“And to avoid our fathers’ nagging.”

“And that.”

Jumin returns his smile, but it vanishes.

“When we stopped coming here father turned this house into his love nest.”

Jihyun lifts his hand. “Oh.”

“I made sure the place was properly cleaned.”

“… Good to know.”

A pause passes between them. Jihyun cracks first and laughs. Soon after Jumin laughs along with him. The crashing sound of the waves drowns the sound of their amusement. Still, it reverberates in the living room, permeating the walls with life. Now, the place feels a little more like the home it used to be.

“How is uncle anyway?” Jihyun asks. “Where is he this summer?”

“US,” Jumin answers. “His new woman wants to go to Beverly Hills.”

Jumin's displeasure is palpable. Jihyun pats his best friend's shoulder. Upon hearing footsteps he looks over his shoulder... and his jaw almost drops. Lux and Jaehee emerge from the hallways in their swimsuits. This is the first time he's ever seen her in one and... God, he is not prepared.

She wears a polka-dotted bikini in a deep sapphire colour. The top seems to be a tiny version of a cropped blouse with off-shoulder puffed sleeves. The bottoms are in a skirt style, but much shorter. Draped over her shoulders is a white lace garment. It's so sheer that it leaves nothing to the imagination. With her hair loose around her shoulders in gentle waves, Jihyun can't help thinking that she's... cute.

Devastatingly cute.

An unfamiliar emotion rises within him the more he gazes at her. It's uncomfortable, making him want to squirm. Underneath all the love and attraction he feels is... anxiety and possessiveness. She's too cute. Under normal circumstances, she already exudes a charming kind of allure no one can ignore. The swimsuit exacerbates that. If it's obvious to him... then it's obvious for everyone else too.

And… he doesn’t know if he likes that.

Still, he musters a smile and offers his hand to her.

"Look at you," he says.

With a shy smile, she slips her hand in his.

"What do you think?" she says, hesitant.

"Me?" he says, surprised.

She nods.

“Let me see."

He twirls her around—an action he regrets because she looks even more beautiful up close. She takes his breath away. When she faces him again he adjusts her shawl-like cardigan, making sure it covers her. Upon realising what he's doing, he stops. He senses nervous anticipation from her.

"Very cute," he says, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

She beams, sending butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

"That makes me happy!"

Her words stun him... so does the way she glows as she looks at herself.

"It's been a long time since I've swum so none of my old swimsuits fit anymore. I saw this while I was shopping and loved it. I thought it looked good, but I can never be too sure, you know?"

"Trust me, my love; it suits you."

And it does—it suits her too well. A significant part of him wants to take her back to their room and have her change to something more... covered. In fact, he's more than willing to buy her a one-piece suit... but he can't ignore her happy smile. She loves this particular one and he shouldn't take that from her. But why does he want to? He can't understand why he's agonising over other people seeing her like this... why he wants to be the only one to see her in this outfit.

"Is this where I tell you two to get a room or something?"

Jihyun jumps at Jumin's flat question. With reddening cheeks, he realises he's been too absorbed with Lux. She's blushing too, but unlike his embarrassment, she sticks her tongue out at Jumin. Meanwhile, Jaehee stands between them, looking like she wants to be anywhere else.

"We're off," Lux says, turning back to Jihyun.

“Be careful,” he says.

She rises on her toes and he leans down so she can kiss his cheek. After that, she and Jaehee make their way to the lounge chairs below the deck. Jihyun watches them with a dim smile. He's not keen on letting her go, dressed like that... but he doesn't have a legitimate reason to stop her. Suddenly, the wind blows a strong gust. Lux's hair flies everywhere, but, most alarmingly, her lightweight cardigan whips right back. The sleeves slip off her shoulders and down her arms.

“Wait!” Jihyun calls.

The words tumble out of his lips before he knows it. His body moves of its own accord. He unbuttons his polo and shrugs it off, revealing a white undershirt. He approaches Lux as she waits for him and hands her the garment. She blinks in confusion, but holds onto it.

“Why are you giving me your shirt?” she says.

Without saying anything, he readjusts her cardigan. Then he takes his shirt and wraps it around her shoulders, making sure it completely covers her. Why is he giving her his shirt? He steps back the moment he's finished and she looks at what he's done. Then, she glances back at him, perplexed. As they stare at each other, he scrambles for a reason for his strange behaviour... which will be interesting because he's not even sure himself.

"The sun," he blurts. "It's the sun. It's bright, uhm... too bright. And too hot. I don't want you to get sunburned so..."

God, how ineloquent can he be? He almost cringes at his stammered words, but somehow manages to suppress it. Lux tilts her head at him. Then, she glances at the sky and squints at the bright light that shines on her face.

“It is scorching,” she concedes. “Might need sunscreen.”

"You do," he agrees. "Until then... wear this, please?"

"Okay."

Her easy acquiescence alleviates his anxieties... but at the same time, it highlights how unreasonable it is. His arms are tense as he debates taking the shirt back and keeping it on her. In the end, his hands hang limp at his sides.

"Have fun," he says.

"Come join us soon!"

He nods. Jaehee's gone ahead, picking a lounge chair and settling on it. Lux catches up to her, taking the one next to Jaehee's and depositing her belongings on it. To Jihyun's dismay, she sheds the shirt and the cardigan. As if that is not enough, it turns out that the top and bottom of Lux's swimsuit is removable. The real bikini is underneath, exposing more of her to the world.

“The sun.”

Embarrassment floods Jihyun at Jumin’s statement. Clearing his throat, he crosses his arms and looks at his friend who sidles beside him with a vague smile.

“It’s blistering,” Jihyun insists.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t,” Jumin chuckles.

He leaves it at that and the two simply watches on. Jihyun examines the whole strip of beach. There are a significant number of families and friend groups taking advantage of the day. What gets his attention is a group of college boys playing soccer near the water. The moment they notice Lux and Jaehee their once enthusiastic play became distracted. The complicated emotions churning within him spikes at what he sees. For one, wild second he wants to take Lux back inside the house.

And that... troubles him.

“Jaehee!”

“Got it!"

“Nice—shit, it hit the net!”

“Yes! This is our chance—Lux!”

At Yoosung's frantic command, Lux runs towards the net with an excited cry. The ball falls short and to reach it she dives into the sand. The ball soars high—enough for Jihyun to jump and spike it to the other side. It whips past Saeyoung, Jaehee, and Zen, hitting the spot behind them with a solid smack. Yoosung whooped at their victory while Jihyun hurried to help Lux. She's laughing, much to his relief. He brushes sand off her as Yoosung, Saeyoung, and Zen engage in competitive banter.

"You're not hurt?" he says.

"No, it was amazing!" Lux gushes. "You looked so cool spiking that ball!"

Warmth that has nothing to do with the heat unfurls within him. With a shy smile, he combs his hair back.

"You're quite cool yourself," he says. "Very athletic—I don't see many people dive in the sand like that."

"Oh, I just did what I had to," she chuckles. "Also… well, I was quite active when I was younger—you know: climbed trees, jumped on and off things, played games, explored places…”

“Caused trouble?"

He imagines his beloved as a cute, rambunctious child, and can't help teasing her. In his mind he sees a tinier version of her, with pigtails and the brightest grin… perhaps covered in dirt from playing too much outdoors. His imagination is quite different to what she looks like now, with her wide eyes and cheeks so pink that it begs for his caress. The next time she speaks it's with a steady gaze and he finds himself trapped within those deep brown depths.

"I didn't cause... that much trouble..."

"Ah, but you are a troublemaker."

"Hey, lovebirds! It's time for another round."

Zen's voice interrupts them. Jihyun turns to everyone with an shy smile. When he glances at Lux again he finds her smiling too, but it's unrepentant despite her still blushing. Then, she turns to the others and yells at them too. All good-natured, of course.

"You guys are too slow!" she says. "Let's go!"

With a laugh, Zen holds up his hands. "All right, honey, relax."

"Actually," Jaehee interjects, "I'm tired."

"What!?" Yoosung protests, "but we're on a roll here!"

"You relax too," Zen scolds before turning to Jaehee. "Go ahead."

"Thank you—have fun."

With a relieved smile, Jaehee makes her way to the lounge chairs.

"Well..." Yoosung sighs, "We need one more person—Saeran! Come play!"

Saeran, who's been watching them play from the lounge chairs, waves his hands in protest. It's a rather half-hearted gesture. Jihyun smiles to himself. Within the young man's pastel green eyes happiness glints... a cautious hope at being included in this new family.

"I don't play sports," he says.

"It's okay!" Lux calls, waving him over. "Come play!"

Saeran rises from the chairs and approaches with hesitation.

"I'm not responsible if you guys lose," he warns, taking Jaehee's place.

"All good, little bro," Zen assures him, ruffling his hair. "Just pass the ball to us."

"Yeah," Saeyoung agrees. "We'll crush them."

“You can try,” Yoosung taunts.

Jihyun takes his position as Yoosung readies the ball, but before he can serve, a soccer ball bounces next to Lux. She yelps, jumping in surprise. Alerted, Jihyun glances to where the ball came from. To his displeasure, one of the college boys is jogging towards them. He's making a beeline for Lux.

"Sorry!" he calls with a grin.

"No worries," Lux replies, fetching the ball.

A protest hangs at the tip of Jihyun's tongue as she meets up with the boy. She returns the ball, but the boy holds onto her hand as he engages her in conversation. Apprehensive agitation fills Jihyun at the sight of the boy's charming smile. Thankfully, Lux disengages and returns to them. It's a good thing she doesn't notice the lingering stare the boy gives her as he returns to his friends.

"Are your shoulders getting red?" he tells her.

"Are they?"

Lux looks at them, confused. Of course she's confused—there's nothing to find. To his surprise, though, she shrugs. She asks for a time-out and runs to the chairs, taking his shirt and donning it on as she runs back. The whole thing leaves him feeling rather dumbfounded.

"I can borrow this, right?" she asks him with a smile.

"Erm... of course," Jihyun replies.

"Hey!" Yoosung yells impatiently. "Can we start!?"

"Go!" Lux shouts back with a laugh.

The game resumes. Despite his shy countenance, Saeran holds his own. Jihyun's heart swells with pride at the sight of him enjoying himself. Making him prouder is Lux's energy. They're about even in scoring, but the way she participates in every point makes the game that much more fun.

As they get into the rhythm of the game, a familiar soccer ball soars in the middle of their makeshift court. It bounces near Lux again, taking her by surprise. The same college boy returns, asking for the ball back. Lux looks unbothered as she picks up the offending object and jogs to return it to him. Jihyun is a little miffed now, especially when the boy once again holds onto his beloved's hands. It's small comfort that she's now covered. The boy engages her in conversation and Jihyun wonders what they're talking about. It seems the boy's inviting Lux to join them, but she's quick to shake her head and end the conversation.

Soon enough the volleyball game continues.

And then it happens a third time.

With a gentle stopping gesture to Lux, Jihyun takes the ball this time. When he approaches the boy he's satisfied to see the crestfallen expression on his face. He takes a bit of inspiration from Jumin and Lux, wearing a polite smile and a friendly demeanour.

"This is yours," he says, handing the ball with more force than necessary.

Stumbling, the boy takes the ball. "Thank you...?"

Since Jihyun's not Lux, the boy's keen to return to his friends. He pivots on his feet, but Jihyun hasn't released the ball yet. He renews his grip, causing the boy to almost trip over his own feet as his hands fail to follow his body. With an indignant expression, he opens his mouth... but closes it promptly when Jihyun cuts him off.

"I hate to ask," he says, "but I'd like to ask you and your friends to play more carefully. This is the third time your ball has wandered to our side and my poor girlfriend can only do so much. She's not here to fetch things for strangers."

“… Girlfriend?”

Recognition lights in the boy's eyes as they flicked over to, undoubtedly, Lux. Jihyun takes the opportunity to release the ball. The boy stumbles back and with a mumbled promise to be careful he returns to his friends. Jihyun goes back to his side with a sense of justice... until he sees his beloved and her concerned frown. Now underneath the pleasant hum coursing through his body is a bit of sheepishness.

"Are you okay?" she says.

"Yes."

He takes her hand and kisses the back. She smiles at him, reassured yet bemused, squeezing his fingers. Exhaustion that has nothing to do with the game overcomes him. He needs to rest... and take a good look at himself... examine what he's been feeling the whole day.

"I'm taking a break," he says.

"Okay—do you need me?"

"Always," he smiles. "But I'm fine, my love. Have fun."

"All right..."

"Just..."

"Yes?"

Jihyun hesitates. "If you don't mind... keep this on?"

He straightens the collar of his shirt. Lux inclines her head and smiles back.

"Because of sunburn, right?"

"... Yes."

"I will."

With that, he returns to the lounge chairs. She continues to play with Zen and the group. Soon enough, Jaehee joins them again. Did she ever notice his strange behaviour? She's so clever that she must have. Yet, she still accommodates him and fulfils his childish wishes. Shouldn't he apologise? Or at the very least let her know how he feels? It's only fair to her, isn't it?

For the rest of the afternoon, he watches over her, mind in turmoil.

That one college boy never wanders to their side again.

The lapping sound of the waves drowns the clicking of Jihyun's camera. He's been taking pictures—mostly of Lux, but also the members at their happiest. They're an active bunch. After a competitive session of volleyball, the battle continues on to swimming. Lux sat out while Zen claimed victory on that one. After that, they moved on to sandcastles where the twins made it their mission to build a fortress. The games continue on as they do any and all beachside activities under the sun.

Jumin, meanwhile, stayed on his lounge chair. He switched between reading books and consulting all his devices. The members attempted to invite him, but after his swift rejection, they never tried again. Lux, of course, was the exception. At every activity she called on him with no restraint, only laughing at the face of every rejection.

Ever since Jihyun's request, Lux keeps herself covered. Though the longer he watches the more foolish he feels. He must have confused her; she's smart enough to not buy his excuses. Still, she does as he asked, not even uttering a single protest or question. Because of that, her effort means all the more to him.

"Jihyun!"

He finds Zen in his viewfinder. Lowering the camera he sees the actor jogging towards him. His wet hair resembles mercury, accentuating the colour of his eyes. Everyone nearby gazes upon him with admiration, but Zen doesn't notice. He ducks under the umbrella and sits next to Jihyun, shaking water from his hair. Jihyun hands him a towel with a smile.

"Everything all right?" he says, dabbing his face. "You sick or something?"

"Just tired," Jihyun replies.

"Okay."

Zen looks across the sand and Jihyun follows his gaze. A long distance away, Lux and the rest of the group play by the water. While everyone else's sandcastle vanishes with the waves, the twins' stand strong. As Lux chases Yoosung around, Jihyun notices how careful she is not to wet his shirt. He almost winces. All because of his childishness...

"Uhm... listen. I don't want to meddle or anything, but..."

At Zen's hesitant words, Jihyun looks at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Lux... is worried. About you."

Ah... the one thing he's been trying to avoid.

"She's worried?" he says, dismayed.

"Well—okay, more like she's worried she's offended you."

"Offend? Me? She'd never do that!"

"I know," Zen assures him. "I know, don't worry. I'm sure it's all a misunderstanding. After all, you're that couple that has nothing to fight about... like, at all. None."

Jihyun sighs. He knows he’s being ridiculous, but until Zen's words he didn't realise just how much. He dares a glance at him, almost grimacing at the knowing smile directed at him. Maybe he can talk to Zen about this... after all, he's the one who understands love and romance the most. At the very least Zen can confirm how much of a fool he is.

"I just..." he drawls, hesitant, "Think... that Lux's suit is, well, revealing."

"Revealing?" Zen says, confused. "It's a bikini."

"It's too revealing," he insists.

There's a pause. Jihyun turns his head to avoid Zen's studious eyes. Then, suddenly, the actor chuckles.

"Okay, I get it."

"You do?"

"It's been a minute since I dated," Zen sighs. "But I haven't forgotten what it's like to be jealous and possessive. The suit made her cuter. Right? You realise that everybody else can now see how beautiful she is."

Jihyun blinks, surprised.

"That's right."

"And it bothers you," Zen continues. "You don't want anyone else seeing her that way. You want to be the only one. Right? You want to be the only one in her life, the only one who can see her being this cute. You want her to see only you... how am I doing?"

Accurate, but Jihyun's hesitant to admit that.

"Oh..."

At that moment Lux and the group return from the sea. Zen pats his shoulder.

"I get it," he assures him.

"Ah, right..."

"But talk to her," he advises. "I can tell you right now that you have nothing to worry about... but this is something you need to hear from her. Communication is always the best thing."

Jihyun smiles and nods. "Okay, thank you, Hyun."

"Sure thing—I mean, who else can give this kind of advice?" Zen jerks his thumb towards an oblivious Jumin. "Mr Robot over there?"

"Hyun, please," Jihyun admonishes with a laugh.

The group arrives. Zen stands up and offers Lux his place. She takes it, sitting next to Jihyun with a huff. Smiling, she leans against him and he wraps his arm around her shoulders. Her hair is dripping wet, which makes the semi-dry state of his shirt a feat. The other members stands before him, soaked. The water's plastered their hair to their faces—it's the most striking look for Yoosung, who now resembles his younger self... only with blond hair.

"Jaehee says there's a café on the island,” he says. “Let’s go!”

He points to a dome-shaped spit of land in the middle of the sea.

“I’ll stay,” Lux says. “I’m tired.”

Yoosung pouts. “No! Why—”

"All right!" Zen cuts in.

Jihyun looks at him in surprise. Zen winks at him.

"What about you, Jihyun?"

"I'll stay too," he replies, returning Lux's smile.

"Great. In that case... CEO-in-Line! You're up!" Zen calls.

Jumin lifts his head from his laptop and glares at Zen over the frames of his sunglasses.

"Excuse me?"

"You're coming with us," Zen commands with a smug grin.

"Why?"

"Be our guide, Jumin!" Yoosung says.

"At least one of you have GPS," he drawls, displeased. "Surely you don't need me..."

Jumin trails off as his eyes meet with Jihyun's. He lost his steam as soon as he got it. Jihyun blinks in pleasant bemusement. What an inscrutable stare... what could his friend be thinking? Then, to his surprise, Jumin rises to his feet. With a huff, he straightens his clothes and adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Fine," he says.

Saeyoung whoops. "Adventures in a mysterious, abandoned island!"

"It's not mysterious," Saeran says, confused. "There's a cafe there."

"And it's hardly abandoned," Jumin scoffs. "I'll have the staff set up the boat. Assistant Kang."

He stalks off to where the boats are docked.

"Oh—yes, sir."

Jaehee hastens to follow him. Before that, she gets her mobile and cardigan from her belongings. As she walks off, she waves to Jihyun and Lux.

"I'll see you two later."

"Don't work too hard," Lux says with a wave.

"I'll babysit the kids," Zen says.

The youngsters protest at the label and at Zen babysitting them. With a proud glow, the actor takes all three of them by the arm and urges them to follow Jaehee. They say their goodbyes before jogging off. Zen stays behind to grab his shirt and to say his goodbyes.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he teases. "Or... maybe... do? Be safe, is all I'm saying."

With another wink, Zen is off. His playful warning brings a light flush to Jihyun's cheeks. He turns to Lux and finds her watching over the departing members with a smile. He realises then that she hasn't dried off yet. He reaches for her towel and drapes it over her head. Gently, he squeezes and dabs excess water out of her hair. Lux giggles, putting her hands over his and helping him. He relaxes as the quiet settles around them.

"Are you okay?" Lux says.

"I am."

"That's good to hear."

He stops when she looks up, her smile now directed at him.

"I missed you when you weren't with me, though."

Her honesty hits him straight in his heart. What does he do with that information? He drops his hands with a defeated sigh. The next second warmth blooms on his cheeks. To top it all off she gazes at him steadily, intensifying everything. Then she starts to chuckle, making everything just the tiniest bit embarrassing.

"You're blushing," she teases, touching his cheek.

Payback.

"It's because of those honest lips of yours," he murmurs, brushing his thumb along her mouth.

Lux's cheeks instantly went pink. Too cute.

"Jihyun, that's not fair," she whines, hiding her face.

He laughs, endeared at how even her ears are glowing. He kisses her palms before helping her dry up some more. Over time his anxieties melt away. He now realises how trivial this all is. Here she is, sitting with him and looking only at him. The words she says are for his ears only. Those cute reactions of hers are not for anyone else. Her bright presence in his life assures him that he has nothing to worry about. He never had the cause to worry. Now, he feels like he'd done her great injustice.

“Are you really tired?” he says

She lowers her hands.

“Why?”

“Jihyun, this is amazing!"

Smiling, Jihyun follows Lux as she sheds her cardigan and hurries to the water. This is an area he and Jumin discovered during one of their many adventures. It's situated on the other side of the residential area, hidden by high-rise rocks and cliffs. He and Jumin happen upon it when they decided to explore the area. After reaping the rewards of their discovery, they agree to keep the place a secret. Lux is the first person he brought here. Jihyun wonders if he ought to have asked Jumin first... but it's Lux. Jumin will understand.

He places the blanket on the sand as Lux chases the waves. This place seems to be the same too. The sand is whiter than the beach; the ocean so clear and the perfect shade of sapphire—the colour made for Lux. But it's strange... has it always been this bright? He doesn't remember it being so... sparkly. Is it the brightness of the sun? Or is it that Lux's presence makes everything more brilliant?

"Jihyun!"

Lux waves at him and he waves back.

"Go on, darling. I'll set everything up."

"Do that later!" she laughs. "Come on!"

Oh, he can't win against her. Dropping everything, he runs to her. As soon as he gets close she splashes at him. The water catches the edges of his hair and shorts, drenching them. He splashes back at her, laughing at her happily shocked face. They engage in a water fight, which in turn becomes a game of tag. With Lux's speed, he's always the one chasing her. Sometimes she slows down enough for him to catch up, only to slip away when he gets too close. After a few minutes of running things come to a head. They face each other as the sea laps at their feet. Lux looks for escape while Jihyun tries to find a way to capture her. They smile teasingly at each other, challenging the other to make a move. Lux does so first and Jihyun picks up her trajectory. When she's close enough he lunges and wraps his arms around her waist. She yelps in surprise as he pulls her to him. She loops her arms around his neck, hugging him and laughing when he twirls her around. After doing a complete circle he lets her down. Gently, she cups his face.

"Now, you're more relaxed."

She has noticed.

He winces. "I wasn't before, was I?"

She shakes her head. "No."

"I am so sorry, my love."

"It's okay," she says, caressing him. "I was just... worried that it's because of me."

"No," he says quickly, holding onto her hands. "No, it's not you—never you..."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Then what's wrong?"

Though Lux smiles, within the depths of her eyes is an emotion he knows all too well. She acquainted him with it when she cared for him during that tumultuous time. It was all he knew when she cared for him after the attack. It's concern—for him. The difference this time around is that she worries that she wronged him somehow. His sheepishness at his childish action now turns into full-fledged guilt.

"Uhm... I never felt jealous before," he begins, voice low and uncertain. "Well, at least not in the context of a relationship. I felt it when I saw you for the first time wearing this... but I didn't recognise it until much later. And… I struggled with how to deal with it."

“You were jealous... because of the swimsuit?”

“Yes.”

“You wanted to wear it?” Lux says, brows furrowing.

He laughs at her innocent question.

"No, darling," he says, lowering their hands and pressing them against his heart. "I mean... you look beautiful. And so adorable. Too adorable. I feared you would attract a lot of attention. I didn't like that. I wanted to keep you to myself, to be the only person to see you like this. The thought of other people seeing what I see bothered me. I wanted to be the only one..."

"Oh..." she whispers, eyes widening.

"And it didn't help when that boy kept trying to get your attention."

"Which boy?"

"The one with the soccer ball."

"Oh... oh. Is that what he was doing?" Lux says, surprised. "I thought he's just terrible at soccer."

Her answer dumbfounds him. Jihyun gazes into her eyes. He's trying to find whether she's joking or teasing, but... her eyes tell of her seriousness. She didn't know. She didn't see what he did. Before he knows it he's laughing. There is no need to worry. Not that her noticing worries him... but somehow her obliviousness to all this relieves him.

"You were jealous, huh?" she says with a smile.

"Jealous and possessive."

"That's why you keep asking me to cover up?"

"That's right."

"You love me that much?"

"I do, yes."

She giggles. "I love you too."

She wraps her arms around him. She buries her face in his chest as he hugs her back and kisses the top of her head. Without any people around there’s just the water and the whistling of the sea breeze as it whips around them. A sense of peace settles over him as they stand together for a few minutes. He didn't know what to expect after telling her his feelings... but it doesn't surprise him that she meets him halfway with understanding. That's her... gentle and kind, non-judgemental and patient.

"I mean... on the one hand, I'm relieved. I thought I did something."

"No, darling."

"My swimsuit doesn't offend you?"

With a smile, he looks her over. She does look adorable on her swimsuit—and attractive. Too attractive. This look of hers tempts him to hold her tight and kiss her until the sun no longer shines. It seduces him with the idea of holing up in their room for a day... so they can spend ample time discovering each other. But he controls his urges, settling for kissing her hand instead.

"Of course not," he says, winking, "I said you looked cute, didn't I?"

"You did... but we both know that you're too kind sometimes." She runs her hand along his back. "I love this outfit, but I don't love it more than you. You mean a lot to me so... I would have been happy to change if it bothered you."

Jihyun stares at her, a little awed. She talks as if it's no big deal, but it touches him. Since his return, they've spent a lot of time together... but her selflessness and love still amazes him. How can someone like her exist? What has he done in his past life to meet someone like her?

"Thank you," he says. "I appreciate you saying that."

Lux nods and they separate. He smiles curiously when she inclines her head towards him.

"Uhm... you've never been jealous, you say? Ever?" she says.

He thinks about it. Jealousy... is not usually a concept that applies to him. He hears about people being jealous of him. When it came to his relationship... there was never a sense of possessiveness with Rika. He never feared for her loss. There was no need for it. They were so wrapped up in each other, so filled with obsession that there was no room for anything else... least of all jealousy. In fact, what he had was the extreme opposite end—he felt like he had a lot to give.

And so he pushed it upon Rika.

But that's all in the past.

"I think not..." he winces. "Is that bad?"

"Of course not," she says, taking his hands and squeezing. "It's fine if you've never felt jealous before... it only means that your experiences are different from other people."

"Right..."

"I mean... not everyone can say they've climbed mountains to take photos, right? Not everyone can say they've felt the same exhilarating will to live as you did."

"No," he chuckles. "I suppose not."

They smile at each other.

"Thank you for talking to me," she says. "I appreciate it."

"Of course... I never want to hide things from you."

"Then... please never stop telling me things," she continues, squeezing his hands again. "Anything you feel and experience... anything that troubles you or you don't understand... please come to me. Talk to me. I want to figure it out with you."

Love bursts overwhelmingly within Jihyun's chest. He envelops Lux in another embrace. This woman is a miracle. Her brightness doesn't scorch. Her kindness doesn't suffocate. Her understanding doesn't erode. She is the balm that soothes, the gentle force that brought peace in his life. Before he left two and a half years ago it's been a constant thought in his mind, how he doesn't deserve her. He still thinks that sometimes... but more than that she inspires him to be better—for him and for her. To be someone worthy of living... worthy of her.

“I will do that.”

"I can see the house. We'll be there in a minute."

"Okay, Jumin. Please tell everyone to take care on the sand."

"Sure."

Jihyun ends the call and turns to Lux. She's in the kitchen, standing by the stove and stirring the pot before her. The sight is so domestic that he can't help imagining her as his wife. He indulges himself in the fantasy of them finally being together in every way... and that today is like any other in their happy, married life. Suddenly, she looks at him. There must be something in his gaze because she gives him a shy smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she says.

"You're beautiful," he answers.

Her smile widens, but the next second she bites her lip—as if she's stopping herself from grinning. She waves him over and he's happy to amble over to her side. Within the pot bubbles a broth that's red in colour. Underneath the surface are various vegetables and some seafood. The smell is incredible. Jihyun's stomach rumbles in hunger as the aroma assails him. Lux stirs for a few more seconds before ladling a small amount. She blows on it before offering it to him. Leaning forward, he takes a small sip. Oh, it's delicious. The taste is well-balanced, with the perfect mix of salty and spicy. He can pick up each individual flavour, but they all dance in harmony on his tongue.

"How is it?" she says.

He smiles at her hopeful look. "Amazing."

"Really?"

"Yes, this is excellent."

"I'm glad—"

"Hello, lovebirds!"

At the booming words, Jihyun looks to the double doors. Zen emerges from them with a teasing expression. With a wink at them, he glides past the kitchen and towards the bedrooms before Jihyun and Lux can say anything. In his wake are snippets of conversation and commotion. The next to appear is Jumin, whose hair looked rather damp. Jihyun can tell he's not that thrilled to have been on an adventure with the youngsters... but he seems rather refreshed.

"Welcome back!" Lux chirps.

"What's this?" Jumin says.

"I let the staff off early," Jihyun explains.

"Oh."

"We decided to cook for everyone," Lux says.

Following behind Jumin is Jaehee and the kids. As soon as Yoosung emerges he breaks from the group and rushes to Lux's side. The twins follow suit, surrounding her on all sides. Jihyun watches with a happy smile as Lux beams at them in greeting. Without prompt, she offers them a taste. Though she did most of the cooking he can't help feeling a surge of pride for her at their elated reactions.

"Good?" Lux asks Saeran, patting his head.

With a blush, Saeran nods.

"It's so good!" Yoosung compliments.

"Better than the Madam's," Saeyoung says.

Lux gasps, "No way, she's an excellent cook!"

She, Saeyoung, and Jihyun break in laughter at this.

"So I'll count on you two, then," Jumin interjects.

"Oh, yes," Jihyun replies.

With that Jumin walks off to the bedrooms.

"Thank you for all your effort," Jaehee says with a smile and then she's gone too.

"Go get cleaned up," Jihyun tells the three. "Everything will be ready when you're done."

At that, Saeyoung hooks his arms around Saeran and Yoosung.

"I have a surprise later at the beach," he grins. "Look forward to it."

"Pray for your lives," Yoosung quips.

"Set your affairs in order," Saeran deadpans.

"Hey, don't do me dirty like that!"

They explode in rambunctious laughter as Saeyoung drags them away. They're so loud that their voices bounce along the walls. The threesome bicker and banter until the dim hallways swallow the noise. It's only the two of them again. Jihyun gets started on cutting the rest of the vegetables. He smiles when Lux embraces him from behind.

"A surprise..." she says, "Sounds exciting."

He chuckles, "Knowing Saeyoung it's going to be interesting."

"Yes."

As everyone cleans up, Jihyun and Lux finish cooking dinner. They set up the table, going for a minimal look rather than anything fancy. By the time the group gathers again, the hearty spread is ready for them. They waste no time in having a feast. Soon, the whole thing becomes a chaotic, but enjoyable affair. Saeyoung continues to rope Saeran and Yoosung in trouble. Zen captures Jaehee's entire attention with his charm and stories. Jumin looks utterly unaffected. Meanwhile, Lux looks happy to be part of it all.

As for Jihyun... this is healing. They didn't usually gather like this before Lux. They never had a vacation together nor did they have feasts. They didn't treat each other like strangers, either; they went out for meals and coffee... but it didn't feel as tight-knit as they do now. Lux's presence makes everything feel natural. It's like they've been doing this for years. Nowadays they feel more like a family than... individuals who decided to gather together and do some good. It's warm. It's comfortable.

It feels like home.

After dinner, Saeyoung invites them all to return to the beach. The whole area is dark now; everything combines together in one black mass. The outdoor lighting of the houses barely illuminates anything. With flourish, Saeyoung reveals his surprise, which is fireworks. There are so many kinds, from rockets that go in the air to sparklers that people can hold. As the kids set up the rockets, the rest of them play with the sparklers. Zen lights one and takes as many selfies with them as possible. At first, Jumin refuses one, but at Zen's insistence he now stoically holds a lit sparkler. Zen then offers Jaehee one and she takes it with a smile. Soon, he includes her in his selfie session.

"Jihyun?"

Lux's voice draws him to her. She holds a few sticks of unlit sparklers. He smiles, taking the ones she offers him. After taking the lighter from Zen, he lights them up. Lux takes her mobile and takes pictures of them holding the fireworks as well as a few selfies. They view the pictures after and Jihyun's chest warm at the images of them together.

“Everyone!” Saeyoung calls.

The sound of rockets whistling has him and Lux looking up. The rocket soars up in the sky and then comes apart in an explosion of bright red. Another one flies up, lighting in blue. The next one is in green. One by one each rocket illuminates the heavens with a rainbow kaleidoscope of colours. It's a show that's a treat for the eyes, brighter than the stars, brighter than the moon's reflection on the ocean.

Jihyun is so awed that he starts when he feels slender arms wounding around his waist. He glances down at Lux, who gazes at him with the happiest smile. As her feelings reach him he feels he can walk on air. He wants to hold her tight and never let go. He wants to keep her by his side. For now, he contents himself with wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Pressing her tight against him, he sneaks a quick, gentle kiss while everyone watches the fireworks.

This is it, he realises as she kisses back.

This is happiness.

#jihyun kim #mystic messenger #mysme v #mysme jihyun #mystic messenger v #fanfic #fanfiction #mystic messenger fanfic #fanfiction: mystic messenger #mysmefanfic: oneshot #mysmefanfic: mc #mysmefanfic: jihyun kim #mysmefanfic: love #look i know its weird to be posting a summer story in december #in australia its the start of summer so #like we're one of the countries that dont experience white christmas lmao

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donghyuwus · 4 years

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Jisung | CampTripping

pairing: jisung x fem reader (you could see at as gender neutral if you just skip the swimsuit part)

genre: fluff + tiniest sparkle of angst, but just mostly cheesy stuff :)

warnings: swearing, mention of bugs, cuts and bruises (not in a harmful way but just in case someone might find that triggering)

words: 6996 (my longest fic yet, wow)

authors note: well hello there, welcome back to me. it’s been a while since i’ve written stuff so please excuse me and this cheesy work. i hope you guys will still enjoy it though and if you have some feedback pls leave me an ask or a reply. also hehe the title is genius, i love myself

disclaimer: english is not my first language so sorry for my spelling or grammar mistakes, i tried my best.

Maybe it was the weather, warm and sunny, it almost felt like the sun was smiling directly towards you. Maybe it was the fact that today went by so perfectly, you were the most productive you ever have been, got all the things done you wanted to and even got time left for yourself. Or maybe, just maybe it was because you were going on a trip with your friend group tomorrow. Whatever it was you were in the best mood you have been in a while.

Humming along with the speaker in your room you packed the last few things for tomorrow. Honestly it surprised you that you were this excited. You weren’t much of a camping person honestly and that you were so looking forward to this almost scared you, to a point you had to tell yourself all the downsides that came with camping. Setting up a tent would be much work and very annoying, also there would probably be bugs, loads of them. A few days ago you searched up the weather predictions for the place you were going to and it was going to be hot, so that meant sweaty and sticky times. Besides that who knew what would be out there in the woods, maybe you should search that up later. Talking about woods, you had two left feet so that would mean coming back with lots of cuts and bruises. But even though you had said that to yourself so many times to get a realistic outlook on things and not be disappointed in the end, you still were extremely excited and almost couldn’t wait.

You were just closing up your bag when your music stopped and instead a ‘ping’ came trough the speakers, indicating that you had a message. You stopped what you were doing and grabbed your phone from the nightstand, expecting some spam from the group chat you were in. Surprised you stared at the message from someone who you didn’t expect.

‘Wanna go shopping?’ - Jisung

Looking over at the time you noticed it was already 8:27 pm. The shops would close soon, why would he want to go shopping now? And why with you? Lately Jisung wouldn’t talk or hangout with you much when the two of you were alone. You used to though. You two were almost inseparable, you loved hanging out with him and he with you. From all of your friends you could definitely call him your best friend, he was always there for you through all your ups and downs, mood swings and hard days. He was an angel. Jisung didn’t talk very much but the two of you always knew what was on each others minds. It was almost scary. You shared everything with him, he knew about your darkest secrets, crushes you had and embarrassing memories. And you knew everything about him, the fact that he was afraid of cockroaches to the fact that he deep down was a big iron man fan and maybe had some merchandise hanging around his room here and there. You found it cute, Jisung overall was very cute. However someday he got a little distant, you two had an argument a few days before that, but you knew deep down that wasn’t the reason he was acting like that. There must have been something else, but as you were trying to figure it out, Jisung only became more distant and distant. The two of you still talked, you were in the same friend group after all, but he didn’t speak to you as much when the two of you were alone. Let alone ask you to hangout with him and chill at his place. It mad you sad but you weren’t going to push him. You gave him his time but he never fully reached back to you until now. Whatever it was he wanted to buy right now, you were up for it and texted him back that you would meet him at the convenience store that your group would usually meet before shopping. Quickly you ran downstairs and grabbed your summer jacket, giving yourself a few glances in the mirror before leaving, making sure you looked okay. Why were you suddenly so lightheaded? You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror and noticed how red your cheeks were. The weather was clearly getting to you.

When you arrived at the store you noticed he was already waiting for you. Leaning against the wall next to the store, with one foot up to it making him lean backwards. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and a denim jacket paired with black jeans and white sneakers. It was a simple outfit, yet it looked like high-fashion on him. His brown hair hanging over his forehead and covering it while he looked down at his phone. Your heart felt a little sore, you missed him, a lot. You didn’t even notice you stopped in your tracks and were staring, until a middle-aged man bumped into you and yelled at you for being in his way before stomping off. When you looked back at Jisung you noticed he was laughing, he had noticed the scene and clearly found it entertaining.

‘Distracted?’ He asked, clearly not knowing he was the distraction. ‘A little.’ You confessed a little embarrassed. A laugh escaped his mouth again before he shook his head and grabbed your hand. ‘Come on, we have some shopping to do if we don’t wanna starve tomorrow.’ A frown appeared on your face, because of what he said, but especially because of him holding your hand and taking you with him to the store. What was up with him all of the sudden. The last time he held your hand was such a long time ago. Were you always this nervous and excited when he did it? Maybe you just needed to get used to it again. ‘Didn’t you guys already buy food for the trip yesterday?’ He chuckled. ‘With Haechan ‘watching over it until we go’,’ he made quotation marks in the air, ‘there isn’t much left. Plus I want us to have our own food just in case. You know how the boys are.’ You nodded absentmindedly, your mind covering the word ‘us’ over and over again. It felt nostalgic.

The next day you woke up to the sound of a car honking. Confused you grabbed your phone to check the time. Shit, shit, shit. Quick you ran to your window and looked down. There they were, the two cars, waiting for your overslept self. You mumbled out a few curse words while you tried to dress yourself as decently as you could and fixed the bird nest that was on your head. While brushing your teeth you went over the events of yesterday. You packed your bag, went shopping with Jisung, he walked you home, you were confused, set 3 alarms and eventually stayed up ‘till 4 because your mind wouldn’t stay silent. Fuck, you slept trough all 3 alarms. You noticed the dark circles under your eyes but there wasn’t time to fix any of them cause one of the cars was back at honking. ‘Coming, coming.’ If they would hear you, you yelled out. Quickly you grabbed your bags before rushing out the door into the car that you were assigned to on the road there.

‘So, so. You took your time.’ Renjun spoke, annoyance having the main focus in his tone. He set the car in reverse and drove off your driveway, following Mark who was the driver of the other car. Guilt made it’s way into you. ‘I’m sorry, I set three alarms. I truly don’t know how this could have happened.’ A sigh escaped your lips when none of them answered, you looked over beside you and to your surprise it was Jisung sitting next to you instead of Jeno. Usually Jisung loved sitting in the front seat and refused to sit at the back, his reasoning was that he felt like the oldest sitting at the front and of course because of the aux-cable. But at this moment he was sitting beside you and was giving you a reassuring smile. You knew what kind of ride this would be so you sat back and closed your eyes, listening to the music Jeno was putting on. Honestly you were glad that on the ride there, so early in the morning, you had the quiet group with you in the car. It gave you some time to think, look at the landscaping out of the window, listen to and enjoy the music and maybe sleep a little.

You didn’t know how much time had passed by when you woke up from your nap. Finally you had caught up a bit of sleep and you felt a lot better. After you rubbed your eyes and looked out of the window you noticed the car was standing still, that’s when you also noticed that the two front seats were empty. They had stopped at a gas station. Shifting your gaze to your left to see if you were the only one in the car, you locked eyes with Jisung, Honestly not expecting him to be here you almost, almost let out a little scream but instead you just puffed out some air. ‘Fuck, Jisung. You really scared me there.’ A laugh came out of him. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to.’ It went silent and he stared at his feet while you stared out the window beside you. It was bugging you how unusual times like these had become to the both of you. You were getting foreign to this just talking about him about absolute nonsense. Maybe you should try and start a conversation again and see how it goes from there. So you did.

‘How long have they been gone?’ Surprised he looked up to you and for a split second a smile appeared on his face, before being replaced with his neutral face. ‘Uhh, about 15 minutes now I think. The cars needed to be tanked, Jeno and Chenle really needed to pee and the other guys just wanted some food and a break from sitting in the car.’ You nodded while you took in his words. ‘Why didn’t you go with them.’ There was a pause before he answered. ‘I don’t know, just didn’t feel like getting up.’ You didn’t buy any of it. ‘Sure. Usually you love getting all kind of ridiculously expensive food in there and making Mark pay for it, you’re not fooling anyone.’ He chuckled. ‘Okay, okay. I wanted to wait here for if you woke up. I’m sure you would be hungry and thirsty so I could make sure you were okay.’ A smile creeped on your face, you couldn’t help it. ‘That’s sweet but I can grab the food myself, you know?’ That seemed to struck him. ‘Oh. Oh, yeah, that’s true. Wow that is stupid of me.’ ‘It’s okay, it’s still sweet.’ You smiled at him and he smiled back, looking absolutely stunning, the sunlight shining trough his window, hitting him from the back, making him look like an absolute angel. For a moment you found yourself staring again, but he snapped you out of it, asking you if you wanted something to drink and eat. That’s when you noticed that you were indeed craving something. So he scooted closer to you and shared some of his sandwiches and candy the two of you bought yesterday. While eating he started a conversation with you this time and you both laughed and talked until Jeno and Renjun came back. And even after that he stayed on his spot right beside you, leg touching leg, shoulder touching shoulder. You tried to remember the last time you were this close to him, it had been a while, you had to get used to it again because your heart wasn’t giving you an easy time going so rapidly. It gave you a weird feeling, inhaling his cologne, hearing his laugh so close to your ear, seeing him smile from up close. It almost made you dizzy. Maybe you were carsick.

After a few more hours of driving and stopping here and there, you arrived at the camping spot. It was located at an open spot, in the middle of the woods, lucky for you there was one main road and a few tinier paths leading up to the big spot. When you stepped out it directly was showtime, you had been driving for so long that the sun was already setting, so all of you had to get to work and set up the tents quickly before it would be dark. They had brought 3 tents with them so it was some work but it eventually all was set up in time. After setting up the tents Mark and Jeno went out to look for some branches and sticks for a campfire, Renjun and Chenle were unpacking their stuff and getting out the food while Haechan and Jaemin went out to explore the woods and promised to be back on time and not get lost. You were busy putting your sleeping bag and your other bags and necessities in your tent when Jisung walked in and put his stuff next to yours. Startled you stopped what you were doing and looked over at him. He noticed your eyes on him almost directly. ‘What?’ You could see his cheeks getting rosy. ‘Isn’t Haechan supposed to sleep beside me this trip?’ A cough came up his throat and he looked caught. ‘Uhh, wel yeah, about that. Let’s say it like that, Haechan doesn’t want to sleep next to you anymore. He thinks you won’t be as much fun.’ You stared at him and blinked once or twice, processing his words. ‘He.. thinks I won’t be as much fun?’ Jisung’s expression changed as soon as he heard the tone in your voice. ‘Well no, no, yes, well no. Not like that. He just thinks you and me would be a better match up, he is a bit loud you know? He snores and stinks and-’ ‘Yeah, yeah, okay. I get it.’ You continued what you were doing in silent and so did he. Your mind not leaving you alone. You and me would be a better match up.

When you were done making sure your tent was cozy and liveable for a few days you stepped out and noticed the campfire being lit up and Jeno, Mark, Renjun and Chenle sitting around the thing on some bigger branches. All of them holding some sort of snack and putting it in the fire. It looked like fun and you were excited to join when you noticed Haechan and Jaemin still being gone. Shouldn’t they be back by now? Like he could read your mind, Jisung, beside you, spoke: ‘Hey guys, shouldn’t Jaemin and Haechan be back by now?’ Mark shrugged his shoulders. ‘You know how they are, they will probably show up soon, don’t worry about it too much. Now hurry up and grabe some food before it’s gone.’ So that’s what you both did.

Many stories, laughs and marshmallows later you were full and it was pitch black outside, the stars and moon, together with the fireplace being the only sources of light. It was the best temperature it had been all day, not too hot but definitely not cold, just right. You felt content and happy, in your gut you could feel this was going to be an amazing trip. Gratefulness washed over you when you looked over at your friends who were still talking, while some of them were starting to clean up and get ready for bed. You were so lucky to have them in your life. Your eyes stopped at one person however and couldn’t look away. He wasn’t talking just simply looking up at the sky, at the stars and the moon. A sly smile plastered on his face, which was being lit up by the campfire, making him look absolutely stunning. His eyes seemed to glisten in all sorts of colours, or maybe that was your mind making that up. His smile making you feel fuzzy inside. Just like yesterday he was wearing a simple tee and jeans with some sneakers but without a jacket this time. It was almost effortless for him to look good and it made you upset. It was unfair how perfect he looked. You didn’t know how long you had been staring at him when you noticed he was staring back, a shy smile on his face. Fuck y/n, dumb. Bet you looked like a creep. You were just about to look away when his expression changed from shy and happy to concerned. ‘Guys,’ everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over at Jisung, ‘Haechan and Jaemin still aren’t back.’

‘Okay so you stay together, don’t lose each other and if you find them go back to our camping spot and wait there until we return. Don’t lose the flashlight and take care.’ Mark was instructing the group. He had paired you all up in duo’s who would all go a different direction to find the two lost boys. Mark and Renjun would search the north side of the woods, Chenle and Jeno the west and Jisung and you the east. It was crazy how in such a stressful situation Mark remained calm and took lead of the group. He gave one person of the duo’s a flashlight since there weren’t enough for all of you and Jaemin and Haechan had grabbed the last two. ‘Good luck everybody, remain safe please.’ Mark pleaded before walking of with Renjun. After that Chenle and Jeno followed and then Jisung and you.

As close as you could you walked beside him. Not wanting to trip, the chance now being even higher since it’s dark, you walked careful but slow. Jisung noticed since he walked way faster, because he wasn’t as clumsy and because he had way longer legs. So he stopped and waited until you caught up on him so that he could grab your hand and guide you. He used to do that a lot, he knew how clumsy you were and how many times you fell over your own feet. You were glad it was so dark outside otherwise he clearly would have noticed your rosy cheeks and flustered face by now, it was starting to get annoying, all this fuss that your body made to get used to him again. You almost wanted to smack yourself, this was a serious situation, Jaemin and Haechan were missing and you were out here blushing because your friend is holding your hand. So stop being such an idiot y/n. The both of you didn’t speak much except him warning you for certain things on your path and the both of you screaming out the names of the missing ones. Without much payoff however. Nobody answered and you didn’t find even one clue about where they could be. You had been walking for so long you were almost scared you two would get lost, well you would have if you were the one leading, lucky for you Jisung knew what he was doing because he had been here before.

Even though you really tried to ignore it, his hand holding yours was very, very present in your mind. It was almost like an alarmbel in your mind, well more in your heart. It had never gone to this speed before, you were sure of that. It had happened while shopping as well, but then you were just so confused, you were better at not paying attention to it. Suddenly you realized something. An epiphany. It explained why you always liked hanging around Jisung, you loved it, however it made you feel so nervous, so dizzy, you always had a dumb explanation for it which now makes no sense at all. You understood why you found yourself staring at him so often. Why you always double-checked how you looked around him and how you acted. Why you were so excited to go on this trip. Why his smile was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, why his laugh brought you so much joy your stomach almost started to hurt, why his eyes made you get lost in them, why everything he did was mesmerising to you, why the little things he did made your heart race at such an immense speed. You liked Jisung. You liked Park Jisung and you had just found out. It made your heart stop. What did you do? Oh my god what did you do? He noticed long ago, you were sure of it. That’s why he didn’t hang out with you so much alone anymore, that’s why he didn’t talk that much or looked embarrassed around you, that’s why he became so distant. He knew you liked him and he found it embarrassing, he didn’t want to hurt you so he acted like he didn’t know and instead took a step back from you. Oh how stupid have you been? At this point you were sweating so much you were sure he noticed your hand being clammy in no-time. You wanted to cry on the spot.

The both of you were already turning back to the camp because there was no way you would find them here and leaving the path would be too dangerous right now, you two could get lost and that would cause an even bigger problem. As you were walking back and you had your internal breakdown the flashlight flickered 4 times before turning off. ‘Shit.’ As a whisper it came out his mouth, he let go of your hand to fix the thing. You took the opportunity to take a step back and calm yourself and your stupid sweaty hands before he would hold them again. Unfortunately for you, you took a bit too many steps backwards and tripped over what you assumed was a rock, making you fall and roll down for a few seconds before coming to a stop. You hissed at the pain in your arms and legs from the freshly cut bruises and the pain on your head, which you fell on. That all would heal very annoying, you would get scabs and now the sun would be out so much, you would get tanned while the wounds would stay light and form ugly scars. You sighed and tried to get up but immediately fell back down. That’s when you noticed you sprained your ankle when you tripped over that stone and you sprained it quite badly. So you sat there, in the dark, in the woods, on sticks and leaves, probably surrounded by thousands of little bugs who would love to meet the human who is among them. It was the universe, you knew it, punishing you for being so dumb for falling in love with one of your friends, your best friend even. You felt the tears pricking in your eyes and before you knew it they were rolling down your cheeks. Not even a few seconds later a bright light was shining right towards you.

‘Oh my god, there you are, I was so worried I had lost you and wouldn’t find you-Wait are you crying? Oh no, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone standing there, looked what happened. Are you hurt?’ He kneeled beside you, shining the light at your exposed arms and legs. It was a stupid idea to were shorts in the woods even though it was warm, it would have at least protected you more if you wore a pair of jeans. All sorts of mumbles came out of his mouth while he inspected you from top to toe, asking where it hurt, if you felt dizzy. Honestly you did but that was not because of the fall, well a part of it was, but mostly because of the closeness of him and his face and how he was inspecting you. It made you even dizzier that your brain allowed yourself to feel all this, absolutely disgusting. He stopped asking questions and rambling about how stupid and irresponsible he was when you didn’t respond to anything. He shone the flashlight right at your face and you quickly closed your eyes to block the bright light. ‘Are you okay?’ His tone was soft, dripping with concern. You still had your eyes closed even though he had put the flashlight down beside you. ‘Hey, it’s alright. I’m so sorry for letting your hand go.’ His hand was on your shoulder. It was driving you insane, why was he being so nice and caring. ‘Don’t say sorry please, I’m not hurt. I’m used to getting bruised. The only thing that really hurts is my ankle, I think I strained it. And my head since I fell on it. But it’s fine.’ ‘It’s not fine, otherwise you wouldn’t be crying.’ His voice sounded a little bit more relieved, probably because you responded, but still concerned enough. ‘I’m sorry Jisung.’ His hand moved up to your cheek and you could swear your heart stopped. ’For what? You did nothing wrong silly.’ You wanted to cry even harder but it was like the tank was empty, nothing was coming out anymore. So you sighed and opened your eyes to look at him. His face only a few inches from yours, staring at you with the most concern you have ever seen, he probably thinks you’re going crazy. His brows furrowed, making wrinkles on the part of his forehead you could see, that wasn’t covered up by his hair. You wanted to smooth them out, he shouldn’t look concerned.

‘I like you Jisung, that’s why I am sorry’ You sighed out, looking at his face, waiting for his disgusted reaction or the face of embarrassment before he tells you he doesn’t feel the same way. But that never comes. Instead he looked confused, he didn’t look away for even one second, he kept staring into your eyes. This was even worse than you expected. You wanted him to reject you, right in your face so you could move on and maybe, just maybe become normal friends again. But instead he looks like you gave him shock therapy and he is paralysed. You felt like apologizing to the poor soul. ‘Look I’m sorry Jisung, I really am. I know you had noticed it already and that you became distant because of it, to not hurt my feelings and-’ You stopped to catch your breath and bring your hand up to your head since it was bonking like crazy and you were getting even dizzier because of it. ‘I like you too.’ You halted your movements and your eyes became as big as eggs. Most certainly you had hit your head way too hard and this was the side effect of it; hallucination.

‘JISUNG! Y/N!’ Jisung jolted up at the sound of your names, it was Mark calling for the both of you. ‘Stay here.’ He said before running of in the dark towards the sound of Mark’s voice. ‘Like I could go anywhere.’ You let out to yourself while staring at your ankle. Suddenly everything hurt way less. Like your bruises were almost gone, you could feel the sting but it didn’t hurt as much. It almost felt like you were on clouds instead of the ground of the woods. Maybe the second side effect was showing up, getting sleepy and paralysed. You were almost sure of that when an angel came jogging back and picked you and the flashlight up from the ground like it was nothing. You felt even sleepier but you didn't want to close your eyes, afraid that when you opened them again it would all be gone. That it would all have been a dream. You laid your head against his chest as you listened to the pounding of his heart, it was rather fast, but he did run back there so that explains it. He smelled nice, just like in the car. Like cologne but a bit more worn out now and woody maybe, it smelled like a forest or maybe it was just you who had sticks and leaves in your hair from falling. It didn’t really matter honestly. He was warm and comfortable and staying awake was getting harder and harder.

Suddenly you noticed he stepped into an area with more light and you could hear the voices of your friends. It sounded like they were very distant and unstable. The only voice you could hear rather clearly was his voice. He was telling them what had happened out there and that he needed the first aid-kit. But you didn’t want to do that right now, you wanted to go to sleep, the pain was just setting down. You knew what they were gonna put on your bruises and that would wake the pain up again. No, no. They all went quiet. Could they hear your mind? Or did you say that out loud? At this point you couldn’t separate reality from your imagination anymore. ‘I’m sorry but we need to, otherwise it will be even worse tomorrow. After that you can go to sleep okay?’ You opened your eyes a bit more to look at him a bit more clear. He looked gorgeous. ]You nodded your head slowly and he smiled at you before putting you down in your tent. After that the treating of your wounds began and even though you hated it now, you knew it would be better in the morning.

The next day you woke up with a headache and someone stroking your head. You blinked your eyes a couple of times and noticed the tent was completely lit which meant it was light outside. You had no idea how late in the day though. ‘Slept well?’ Looking over to your left you saw Jisung’s face on the pillow beside yours, stroking your head and giving you the most precious smile. It honestly felt and looked like a dream how he was laying there so perfectly. You were enjoying the moment and was just about to answer when you remembered the events from yesterday evening and you quickly shot up. He followed your movements and the concerned look was plastered on his face again. ‘We didn't find Haechan and Jaemin, oh my god no. They are starving out there, what if there was a bear and-’ He placed a hand on your shoulder and chuckled. ‘Calm down, y/n. Renjun found them yesterday when he and Mark got back to the camping spot. They opened the tent they were supposed to sleep in to see if they had left any clues to where they would have gone when they found them in there sleeping peacefully.’ You honestly never felt more confused. ‘Wait, what? How? Why?’ You mumbled. ‘They didn't even go into the woods, while we were busy doing our own stuff and setting everything up. They sneaked into their tents and waited to prank us at the perfect time. However they waited too long, ate too much candy while doing so, got a sugar rush and after that was over they fell asleep.’ Deep down you were happy those two idiots were safe but you also could kill them right at the spot for making you so worried. ‘So there is nothing to worry about okay? Except yourself cause you have been pretty bruised up.’

Just as he let those words out the headache started to make itself noticeable again and you decided it was a better idea to go and lay down again. And he followed, his face again on the pillow beside you but this time closer towards you, only a few inches between the both of you. You could feel his breath on your face, it smelled minty. That’s when you realized you maybe should do that too. Fuck, what did you even look like after all those hours of sleeping. ‘Is it okay if I go.. and get ready?’ He nodded. ‘Of course, but don’t you need a bit of help since you can’t really walk that well?’ ‘No, I’ll be alright, I advance rather quickly to my situation.’ ‘Okay than, see you in a bit. I’ll be waiting outside.’ Lifting himself up he gave you a quick glance to make sure you would indeed be alright, before stepping out of the tent. You took a few seconds to calm yourself down and after that rolled to your right side to grab the bag which stored your clothes. ‘Oh yeah, one thing. We are going swimming, the guys are already at the lake but I stayed behind for you. You have a swimsuit or something like that right?’ You nodded in response. ‘I do.’ He closed the zipper of the tent again and you were left alone with the challenge to get ready. While doing so your mind wandered off over and over again. Trying to remember the events of the night before as clearly as you could before passing out. You knew you had fallen down, the evidence was right there when you looked at your legs, all sort of little cuts and purple bruises were splattered on there. Your arms had the same story going on. So that was a fact. But what about the rest. You knew you had been crying because when you looked in the mirror to fix your hair you saw the puffiness of your eyelids, which only appeared after some good old spilling your emotions out trough your eyes. It was all physical evidence about what had happened yesterday. The rest you thought you knew, but honestly you didn’t really trust your mind. What if you were mixing up the real world with your dream one? What if you telling Jisung you liked him and him confessing he felt the same was just you making it up? He didn’t act awkward, so maybe nothing had happened. That gave you a peace of mind, well a little.

After about, what you assumed to be, half an hour, you were finally finished and hopped over to the tent opening and zipped it open. Jisung was waiting for you on one of the branches, as soon as he heard the sound of the zipper he jogged over to you with a bright smile. ‘Ready to go?’ And with that you hopped over to the lake, Jisung by your side, holding your hand and offering to carry you once in a while since it looked tiring. But you declined, wanting to do it yourself because he was already carrying a beach bag, even though it was indeed tiring. Eventually after a long time of hopping the two of you arrived at the lake. It was an open spot surrounded by many trees and a few mountains in the distance. The scenery was absolutely stunning. When you looked a bit better though you noticed the sun was already slowly setting. How late did you wake up for it too be this late already. You looked over at Jisung apologetically. How long has he been waiting for you to wake up. ‘Hey guys, there you finally are.’ Jaemin said while jogging over to you, a towel in his hand. ‘We were actually just getting ready to leave, we were getting hungry,’ Chenle spoke behind Jaemin, already wearing his normal outfit unlike Jaemin who was still in his swimming trunks, his hair was still wet though, ‘and besides that waiting in the water for you two for that long get’s kinda boring after a while.’ When you looked behind him you saw he was right, all of them were packing there stuff and getting ready to leave. That’s a bummer you actually would like to chlll in the water for a bit. ‘It’s okay, you guys go. Y/n and I will hangout here for a bit and return before it’s dark.’ Chenle really liked that for some reason and started giggling, while Jaemin was giving Jisung a wink. ‘Okay then, have fun together.’ He gave you a wink this time and you furrowed your brows while Jisung sighed loudly beside you. They started running of into the woods and eventually the others followed as well, leaving the two of you alone at the mesmerising spot.

You hopped over to the sand, near the water and started taking off your shirt and shorts, together with the pair of flip flops you were wearing, leaving you only in your swimsuit. Being brave you hopped over to the water but before your toes could even touch it you felt a hand grabbing your arm, halting your movements. ‘Are you crazy, you’re not doing that without my help dumbass. You’re gonna get hurt even more.’ A chuckle escaped your mouth when you looked over at the boy who had undressed himself as well and was now only wearing swimming trunks. It was mind-blowing how good he looked. ‘That’s not funny.’ He pouted before sliding the hand from your arm to your hand, leaving goose bumps behind on every part he touched, he guided you closer to the water but still didn’t let you touch it and instead picked you up in his arms. The scene reminded you of the night before, even though it was still very hazy and you didn’t trust your memories. But you could remember the absolute bliss you felt being in his arms and this time it was just as present. He was just as warm and the cologne was still vaguely on him even though he was shirtless. The sun hit him in such a way that he looked like he was shining himself. You got interrupted from your staring session when the water finally reached your skin and you got startled by it, it wasn’t cold though, it was just the right temperature. Jisung had stopped walking and was now looking down at you. ‘This doesn’t work very well, why don’t you hold onto my neck, then we can go a bit deeper.’ Little did he know it was extremely comfortable in his arms, but still you agreed and put your arms around his neck while he continued walking. Like a reflex you put your legs around his waist and held onto him tightly.

He stopped again when the water went up to his chest. You let yourself fall back a bit too look at him, his eyes where on you, they were smiling at you. His hands went to your waist and he pulled you even closer to him, you saw the flicker of nervousness shooting trough his face. No words were being spoken, but with Jisung you were used to that. You two didn’t need to speak that much to understand each other. But this time you were questioning yourself if you were sure of what he was doing. His head was tilted, his eyes searching for your reaction as he got closer. The only emotion you could feel was absolute bliss. When your nose touched you could feel the bubble that had been growing in your stomach wanting to pop, but it was waiting for something. Jisung and you had gotten really close before, he was your best friend after all, but never this close. His eyes were still searching trough yours and when he saw what he searched for, permission, slowly he pressed his lips against yours oh so softly. The bubble had popped. Releasing all kinds off butterflies, small and big. They were fluttering trough your whole body. His grip on your waist tightened and with his other hand he held your neck, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and warm, like honey. The kiss didn’t last long, you had to catch your breath and so did he. When you did he looked at you with the most loving eyes, looking happier than ever and you were sure you were a mirror of those emotions.

‘I like you y/n, a lot actually.’ He confessed, for the second time. It was confirmation that yesterday was real, that his words were real and that his feelings for you were real. ‘I’m sorry that I became so distant. I always knew I liked you but only recently discovered that I liked you in a different way than just friends. I didn’t want to ruin things between us, so I thought the best thing to do was to just give us some space. I know it’s stupid, I truly am sorry. I think I’m just not used to feeling these things’ You leaned over to kiss him once again, this time with one of your hands going trough his soft brown hair, pausing only to catch your breath again. ‘I like you too Jisung.’ You whispered to him, foreheads touching, eyes locked. ‘But sometimes you’re a dumb goose, who gave you that tip for being distant because I’m sure you wouldn’t come up with that? It was Haechan wasn’t it? Yeah he’d be dumb enough and still call himself a love-guru-’Before you could even finish your rambling he held onto you even tighter and pulled you with him under the water. When you came up you had water in your nose and were coughing some up. ‘Park Jisung, I will kill you, just wait.’ You coughed out. His laugh was ringing in your ears as he looked at you struggling. ‘You can’t even walk without tripping, so I’m curious to see how you are planning to kill me.’ He laughed even harder. ‘I don’t need my feet to kill you.’ ‘Touche.’ He pecked your lips. ‘Touche.’ You mumbled before pressing yourself against him and stared at the sunset.

You were right, this was going to be an amazing trip.

FIN

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 26

Word Count: 4,300

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language

Notes: Here’s the next installment of NR. Hope you guys enjoy! Happy Reading!

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

The days following Christmas were like a complete blur. Tyler’s family only stayed for a couple extra days, as he was off on another road trip. Thankfully, it was just overnight. It wasn’t until he got home the next day that he decided to spring his New Year’s Eve plans on you.

“Hey babe, the boys were all wondering if we were still going to have the New Year’s Eve party this year. I told them I didn’t see why not. We can throw something together by then, don’t you think?”

“And by ‘we’, I’m sure you meant that I’m going to be able to pull this off.” Back when you first met Tyler, his parties were pretty legendary, but they mostly consisted of booze, booze, and more booze. Well, to be fair there may have been a frozen pizza or two thrown in. Being with you changed all that. The parties were less frequent, and when they did happen you always made sure there was something more than alcohol available.

“Awe come on, I wouldn’t let you do this all yourself.” He drew your body close to his and started to rain little kisses on your face and neck. “I’ll call the maid and have her come over and clean everything. Oh and I’ll also pick up all the beverages. All you’d have to do is order some food and we’d be good.”

“And get party hats, and noisemakers, and champagne.” He nibbled on the sweet spot on your neck and your knees went weak, along with your resolve. “But…I suppose that’s not too much to do.”

He full-on kissed your lips then, lingering there for a moment. “Baby, have I told you you’re the best and that I love you.”

“Mmmm…not in the last few hours.”

“Then maybe I should make up for that.” He started to kiss you again but pulled back quickly. “Oh! Did you call the doctor and ask about Cabo?” Tyler always booked a vacation once the schedule was released and he knew when his bye week was. Unfortunately, he’d booked the vacation when you were apart and before he knew you were pregnant. The vacation had got pushed on the back burner, with the new house, then it was Christmas and here you were approaching the new year, and you two still hadn’t made a decision about whether or not you were going. “It’s not a big deal if you can’t fly. We can just stay here and relax, maybe actually book a room at the Omni and have our babymoon there.”

You loved when he called his bye week a babymoon for the two of you. From day one, Tyler had taken to reading all the information for new dads that he could get his hands on, that he paid extra attention to these parts warmed your heart. “I spoke to the doctor yesterday about it, and while they don’t recommend flying after thirty-four weeks, he said since I would only be at thirty-three weeks then, and that we were only going to be on the flight for about two and half hours, he saw no problem. As long as I walk around during the flight to prevent swelling, and see him as soon as I get home. So we’re cleared for take-off.”

“Are you sure it’s ok? I mean I don’t want anything to happen to you or the baby over some vacation.”

“The doctor said everything about my pregnancy has been normal, so there’s no need to worry. Let’s just go and have fun. Though I’m not putting a bathing suit on.” Once the doctor cleared you, it was the only thing that you could think of. Everyone else that would be there, would be in skimpy bathing suits splashing around in the pool, while you sat there looking like a beached whale.

“Oh stop it! It’s our friends for godsakes; you know they don’t care. Besides, I think you’d be totally sexy in a bikini with this little one showing.” He touched your baby bump, while you rolled your eyes at him. Tyler continued to say that you were the sexiest thing alive to him, even though you didn’t feel remotely close to that.

“I know no one would really care, but I don’t even have a suit.”

“What do you mean? Can’t you just wear one of your old ones?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, to give him a look that said are you serious.

“Ty, have you not noticed that I don’t fit in most of my old clothes at the moment?”

“Fine, then order some. We’re not going on our babymoon for you to sit inside all day.” When you didn’t answer, he headed down the hall saying, “If you’re not ordering them, then I will.” Of course, you followed him into the office, where he sat down at the desk and googled ‘swimsuits for pregnant women.’ He clicked on the first site that popped up. There wasn’t a huge variety on the site, but there was one that you thought would be doable, but before you could say anything he clicked the back button. “Nope, those all suck.”

“That black one was cute.”

He scrunched up his face before answering you. “What that one piece?” When you nodded agreement, he added. “Hell no, that one covered up way too much. I want to see both my babies laying by the beach when we go.”

He went through two more sites before he finally found one to his liking. It was a two-piece suit of course, with low cut bikini bottoms so that it wouldn’t restrict your belly and a low cut top that would be somewhat scandalous with the size of your breasts at the moment. “I don’t know about that one Ty. It’s showing a lot.”

“Nonsense, it’s perfect.” He clicked on your size and placed it in the basket, then went back to look at some others. Before you could protest, he said, “We’re going to be there for almost a week, you need more than one suit.”

“Fine, but can one somewhat cover me up?”

“Only if you promise not to wear it the whole time.” Sometimes he knew you better than you knew yourself, with another roll of your eyes you agreed. Spending the next hour, the two of you playfully argued over suitable swimwear for your upcoming vacation.

Over the next few days, you planned out the New Year’s Eve party. It was too late to get the party catered, which was fine as you weren’t planning on serving a meal or anything; you really just needed finger foods that people could pick up. After a few trips, you had everything you needed to make the party a success. The tricky part of this whole plan was the fact that the Stars played on New Year’s Eve. You debated about not going to the game, to make sure everything was ready for the party, but Tyler had practically begged you to go; so there you were watching the Stars game go into overtime and wondering how you were going to get all the hors d’oeuvres ready before people started coming. Tyler, of course, insisted that you go down and meet him after the game, so you could ride home together.

Jenna noticed you checking your watch for the third time before overtime even started. “Stop worrying. I’ll help you get everything ready once we get there. Besides most people will be coming after the game anyhow.”

“I know you’re right. I guess I just want everything perfect.” She gave you a look, the one that said your best friend knows you way too well. “I know, me and my anal retentiveness.”

“Exactly.” Unfortunately, the Stars lost shortly into the three-on-three period. But as luck would have it everyone cut their interviews short, so that in no time you and Tyler were back at the house, right as Jamie and Jenna followed behind you.

True to her word, your best friend pitched in, helping you get all the food out. Players, significant others and friends started arriving right away. Tyler and Jamie handled getting everyone drinks. You’d convinced Tyler that he should give up his no drinking rule while you were pregnant for one night. Part of you thought you may regret this, but about an hour into the party; he was still nursing the same beer. “Babe, it’s almost midnight. Will you get out of this kitchen and come ring in the New Year with me.”

“Really, is it that soon already?” You looked at the clock and noticed it was eleven-thirty. “I’m sorry Ty. I guess the time just got away from me.” Going up on your toes, you kissed him giving him a quick apology.

“It’s no problem babe. Let’s just grab some champagne and join in the fun.” He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle from way in the back.

“Ty, I know I told you to drink tonight, but I’m still pregnant, and still not drinking.” A small chuckle escaped your lips.

“Don’t worry, I got us covered. This is non-alcoholic.” He grabbed two champagne glasses from the cupboard instead of the stack you had over on the island, probably out of habit more than anything else. Placing your New Year’s tiara on your head, he took your hand and led you into the throng of people milling about your house. Most of your friends were there, so you stopped, hugging each of them and promising to catch up after the ball dropped. Tyler found a relatively quiet spot, over by the sliding glass doors in the living room with ten minutes left. It was an excellent spot, as you could see Jamie and Jenna huddled together in the archway leading to the entrance, seemingly oblivious to everyone else around them. Most of the couples were in the living room as it seemed the game room had been taken over by beer pong and other drinking games.

Tyler popped open the bottle of champagne, while you held the glasses for him to pour. You handed him his glass and he raised it for a private toast. “Here’s to all the ups and downs from this past year, and to making twenty-nineteen our year. A year of love, laughter and new beginnings.” Clinking your glasses together, you took a sip of the bubbly concoction before Tyler’s lips touched yours in a passionate kiss. Noisemakers had the two of you breaking apart, as people started to anticipate the countdown. Tyler twisted you so that you were locked within his embrace; your back firmly pressed against his chest. Ryan Seacrest appeared on screen, surrounded by a bunch of celebrities who obviously performed earlier, though you saw none of them. Tyler’s head bent low to your ear. “I love you (Y/N).” The countdown started, everyone in the house joining in. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one; Happy New Year!!!” His lips found yours instantly, turning you back around to face him. The room faded away, as your tongues entwined, each of you simply pouring love into the other.

When you broke apart, you were both breathless. “I love you, Tyler Seguin.”

“I love you more.” You just shook your head lightly at him, for it couldn’t be possible for him to feel more for you than you did him. He was your heart, your life, and your world; and you were so excited for this new year to start by his side.

“Happy New Year, brother!” Jamie said clapping Tyler on the back. The two of you breaking apart so you could hug your best friends respectively.

You clinked your glass with Jenna’s after the hug, whispering, “Here’s to this year being the best one for both of us.” The next thing you knew, you were being pulled away from Tyler by other friends. His teammates took him in the opposite direction, convincing him to play a game of beer pong. For the next hour, you mingled with everyone, chatting about everything and anything. You had just finished up, showing some of your friends the progress of the nursey, when you felt Cash rub up against your leg. You bent down to pet the pup, and that’s when you noticed how bad your back was killing you.

Walking out of the nursery, you headed down the hall to one of the spare bedrooms; Cash following close behind. Luckily, it was empty. It couldn’t hurt to just lay down and prop your feet up for a few minutes, could it? Sitting down on the bed, you slid your heels off and noticed how swollen your feet and ankles actually were. You’d never get the shoes back on, but then it didn’t really matter as you were in your own home. As you lay back against the pillows you could feel the pain in your back start to melt away. Cash jumped up beside you before you could grab the throw blanket at the foot of the bed. He laid his head between your breast and your belly with a low satisfied growl. “I know bud, it’s been a long day.” You told him stroking his fur. His eyes slowly closed, as did yours.

“(Y/N), babe…babe…” Tyler was gently shaking you. You blinked your eyes trying to get your brain to work. “Babe are you ok?”

“Hmm…” Why wouldn’t you be ok? “Yeah, I’m fine.” You finally were able to mumble out. Taking in your surrounding you noticed you were in the guest room, though in your sleep haze you couldn’t remember why. Then it hit you. You’d stopped for just a minute to rest during the party. You sat straight up, almost knocking Tyler in the head if his reaction skills hadn’t been on point. “Oh my god, I must have fallen asleep.”

“I’ve been looking for you, for the last half hour. Why are you up here?”

“I was showing a couple people the nursery and just needed to sit for like five minutes, that’s it. My back and feet were killing me. The last thing I remember I was petting Cash, I just thought if I’d close my eyes for a few minutes.” How the hell, had you fallen asleep in the middle of the party. “Oh no the party…” You moved to get up, but Tyler stopped you.

“Is fine. A lot of people left, that’s when I noticed you were missing, but it took me a while to find you up here.”

“Well, we should go back down.” There were things that needed to be done, and the cleanup…ugh. Tyler stopped you short yet again, as you swung your legs to the side of the bed. At least now maybe you could get your shoes back on.

“The only way we’re going downstairs is so that you can go to bed. I’m sorry. I should’ve thought more about you and the baby when I decided to have this thing.”

His hands were rubbing your arms up and down, the motion so soothing and relaxing. “Ty, you didn’t decide to have the party; ‘we’ did.” You put emphasis on the word ‘we.’ “And as for the baby and I, we’re doing fine. I was just a bit tired, now that I’m rested; I’m ready to go again.”

You were feeling a bit more yourself after your nap, but it wouldn’t take much too just head to bed either. “Sorry babe, the party is over for you. The only place you’re going is to bed.” He went and scooped you up in his arms then, and started making his way to the door.

“Ty, stop! I can walk downstairs.”

“I know, but I also know you, and you’ll start cleaning up the minute your feet hit the floor.” It was true, there were still people in your house and probably drinks all over the place; it was a mess you didn’t want to wake up to in the morning. He must have noticed your hesitation to argue his point, for he continued. “See even you know I’m right.”

Sighing heavily, you leaned your head back against his shoulder, as your arms looped around him. “Well…maybe you’re partially right.”

His deep chuckle vibrated through your body as he held you. “It kills you to admit I’m right; doesn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

He kissed your forehead, as he walked the two of you out the guest bedroom door. “God woman you’re so stubborn. It’s a good thing I love you.” A yawn escaped your mouth before you could answer him. “See you are tired, babe. We’re taking you to bed, and I’ll get the rest of these drunks to head home.”

“But what about the mess?”

“It’s not that bad, Jamie and Jenna cleaned up most of it before leaving. The rest we’ll get in the morning.” As he carefully took the stairs with you in his arms, it was definitely much quieter than when you had laid down originally. His final foot hit the landing and he headed straight for your bedroom. He moved quickly but it did give you a chance to see that your house wasn’t as messy as you’d first thought. You made a mental note to call Jenna and thank her and Jamie for cleaning up. Gently laying you down on the mattress, he said, “I think some of the guys were gonna crash here if that’s ok?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I don’t think anyone should be drinking and driving.”

“Ok, let me go take care of a few things and then I’ll be back to cuddle with you.” You smiled up at him, for having his arms wrapped around you, was one of the best feelings in the world. As soon as the door closed, you moved into the bathroom to get ready for bed, wiping away all the makeup you had on and brushing your teeth. Baby Seguin decided to give you a particularly hard kick at the moment, letting you know they were awake; while at the same time waking you up from the sleep fog, you’d been in. Shifting your hips from side to side, you shimmied out or your leggings then removed the rest of your clothing. Now that you were fully awake, you thought that you and Tyler could really ring in the New Year, and so you decided to leave the lace bra and panties on as you headed back to bed.

Taking the throw pillows off the bed, you turned down the comforter; which is when Tyler came into the room. He took in the black lace on your body and his jaw went slack. He knew that if you were truly that sleepy, you’d already be in an oversized nightshirt. “I thought you were tired?”

“Mmmm…I was.” With a shrug of your shoulders, you added, “but not so much anymore.” You crawled up on the bed, trying to be seductive, but not sure if it was working at all. When he whipped his shirt off, you knew you had him.

“Get over here.” He practically growled as his hands went to undo the buttons on his jeans. As soon as you got close enough, he grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, molding his lips to yours. There wasn’t even a question, as you opened your mouth for him. He moaned into you, making you weak; his strong arms pressing you close to his body, as they roamed up your back. He tasted faintly of alcohol, as you drank him in. You felt the clasp of your bra pop, and Tyler slid the straps down your shoulders. He released you then if only to rid you of the garment; his mouth worrying its way down from your neck to your breast. He sucked a taut nipple into this mouth, swirling his tongue around it and pleasure coursed through your body. You couldn’t help the moan that came out of your mouth when he repeated the gesture. Your hands threaded through his hair urging him on. “You like that baby?” He whispered before tormenting your other breast.

“Mmmm…yes.” It was all you could muster out.

“You’re tits are so fucking sensitive. I love it.” He sucked hard, then gently bit down. “I feel like I could make you cum just by sucking on them.” Heat pulled in your core at his words, and you felt your legs start to tremble. “You’d like that wouldn’t you babe. Lay back.” You did as he requested, his body following yours down. He immediately latched back on, and your pussy grew wet from the contact; while his thumb and index finger tweaked your other nipple. You were panting with need, as you realized he was right; you may, in fact, cum without him even touching your cunt.

Though that’s not what you wanted right now. You craved his cock inside you. “Ty…” you said breathlessly. “I need you…”

“Tell me what you want baby girl.”

“I want you…” His tongue flicked over your nipple and you felt yourself growing closer to climax. “Your cock.”

“You sure baby?”

“Fuck…Ty…stop teasing me.” You were begging him at this point but it didn’t matter.

He kissed you hard on the mouth. “Shhh…I’ll give you want you need babe.” He stripped off his boxer briefs, then quickly discard you of your panties. Cock in hand, he stroked it once before positioning it at your entrance. He leaned down capturing your lips as in one thrust he bottomed out in you. Your back arched up instinctively taking him deeper inside, and he groaned into your mouth, before breaking apart to hiss out, “Fuck babe…you feel so good.”

Wrapping your legs around him, you urged him to move inside you. Tyler, of course, obliged you, pumping in and out of you as he built up a steady rhythm. Your orgasm was skating on the edge from his foreplay and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were falling off the edge. Legs trembling, Tyler picked up the pace; his balls hitting you with each thrust. Moans and sounds of sex filled the air. “I love you.” You moaned out as you felt your pussy walls start to contract.

“I love you too.” You kissed him passionately as waves of pleasure took over your body. Tyler’s climax followed yours, as you felt him pump one last time into you, spilling his seed. When you both finally came back to earth, Tyler collapsed beside you, drawing you close. “That was one hell of a Happy New Year.”

“Absolutely,” you giggled back at him. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a very good year if that was any indication.

He twisted your body so that you could look him in the eyes; his expression serious, which caused you to run your thumb over his frown lines as you cupped his cheek. “I have an idea that will make it even better.” You looked at him curiously. “Let’s get married.”

“Ty, I think I already told you I’d marry you.” You chuckled in return.

“I know that. I mean like now…well not now, but like this week.”

“What?” You weren’t quite sure you understood what he was saying. Well, you understood it; you just couldn’t believe he was saying it.

“I want to marry you now (Y/N).” When you didn’t say anything he kept going. “Hear me out, cause I know what you’re going to say. We’ll still have the big wedding this summer with our families, but I just want to like head to the courthouse and make it official, now. I want you to be my wife before the baby comes.” You blinked back your surprise. “I love you. I love you more than anything, but I want our child’s birth certificate to read Tyler and (Y/N) Seguin; not Tyler Seguin and (Y/F/L/N).” His eyes searched yours. You could see the gravity of the situation weighing in his mind.

He went to say more, but you pressed a finger to his lips; a smile touching yours as you said, “Yes Tyler; yes I will marry you now.” A grin broke out on his face and you could tell he wanted to say more, so you continued. “Though you promise that we’ll still have the wedding? My parents would kill me, and you for that matter.”

“Trust me so would my family. We can’t do it tomorrow, the courthouse is closed. How about the third? I have a game on the second. We could get Jamie and Jenna to stand for us.”

“Wow, you’ve really thought this all out.”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” and you could see the blush on his cheeks even in the dim moonlight. “(Y/N), I know I’ve told you this before, but I’ve wanted to marry you almost since we met. I just don’t see a reason to wait, now that you’ve said yes.”

Reaching over, you kissed his lips. “I feel the same way, Ty. I just have one question.” He raised his eyebrows in question. “Do you think we should tell anyone? I mean besides Jamie and Jenna.”

“Babe I want to tell the world that I’m married to you, but I have a feeling it won’t go over well with our families. So for now, how about it will be just our little secret?”

“Agreed,” For some reason, there were butterflies of excitement in your belly and they weren’t from the baby. You were officially going to be Mrs. Tyler Seguin in just three short days. It had been a hard road to get here, but all your dreams were finally coming true. “I guess Cabo is going to be a babymoon and a honeymoon.”

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belladonnabear · 5 years

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Katsuki Bakugou X Reader: Pool Party (LEMON) (+18)

Scenario: Momo is throwing a Pool Party at her parents house and everyone in Class 1-A is invited. Bakugou wasn't planning on going until he here's that you're going and that Kaminari was planning on asking you out at the party. Things escalate...

Warning! Content contains swearing and sexual content!

"Hold still! Or I won't be able to finish up your toes!" Mina pouted.

"But it tickles!" you giggled.

The Class 3-A girls were having a relaxing time in Uraraka's dorm room on a Friday Evening. Tomorrow, they would have free time and go to Momo's place to have a pool party. So the girls were all getting gussied up for tomorrow.

"So well did you girls do today on the pop quiz?" Hagakure asked while finishing Tsuyu's fingers.

"Ugh! Don't remind me! Why does Aizawa-Sensei have to give us a stupid quiz right before the weekend! And homework on top of all of that!" Mina whined.

"I mean, you shouldn't be that surprised. It is Aizawa-Sensei after all." Jirou pointed out.

"But does he have to be such a drag all the time?" Mina frowned.

"I think I did pretty well on the test." Momo said while putting lotion on her legs.

"Deku was muttering the whole time afterwards. He really gets passionate when it comes to becoming a hero." Uraraka chimed in.

"You're always so observant when it comes to Midoriya." Hagakure teased.

"That's what happens apparently when you have a crush on someone." Tsuyu grinned.

"W-What?! I-I-It's n-n-not li-ike th-that!" Uraraka sputtered out.

"Surrre it isn't." you teased.

"You're one to talk! We know have a crush on one of the boys! You just won't tell us!" Hagakure accused.

"Pfft, not. None of the guys in our class are really boyfriend material to me!" you scoffed.

"We know you have a crush on someone missy! You should just tell us already!" Mina pointed her finger at you.

"No."

"How about a hint?" Jirou suggested.

"We promise to stop asking if you give us at least one hint! One good hint!" Momo clarified.

You stopped to think for a moment. It would stop the constant pestering that they've been doing for the last three months. You were stubborn and didn't budge to their demands. But even your patience was running thin with their insistence.

"Fine but you have to promise to never bring it up again!" you insisted.

The girls nodded as Uraraka added in. "But you have to give us an actual clue of who it is. You can't just say he's in our class or that he's brave. Give us a real hint!"

With a sigh, you rubbed the back of your head and stated. "His hair is a blonde color. That's all you need to know!"

"No way! Blonde hair?!"

"Eh? You can't be talking about Aoyama!"

"It's gotta be Kaminari! He's pretty friendly with you!"

"Yeah that's it!"

"Maybe it's Bakugou?"

"What did we just promise?" you grumbled.

"Dude, you sure about it?" Sero asked.

"I'm tired of (Y/N) being oblivious to my feelings! Tomorrow I'm going to confess to her!" Kaminari confirmed.

In the common room, Sero and Kaminari were playing on their Nintendo's as Bakugou and Kirishima were in the kitchen getting a snack. Bakugou however got distracted when he heard Kaminari's declaration. That scrawny loser was going to confess to you tomorrow?! Like hell!

Bakugou didn't know how exactly it happened. One minute he was sparring with you in hand to hand combat and the next thing he knew you had pinned him down with that hot smirk of yours. It infuriated him. After class he demanded a rematch and he got his ass handed to him again.

And again.

Then after two years Katsuki began noticing you more. He had a huge crush on you and didn’t want to admit how turned on he was by you kicking his ass. Your no nonsense attitude had struck the hot head’s heart. He was attracted to you and tried to be subtle about it. Only Kirishima ever noticed it and he was sworn to secrecy. And by sworn to secrecy, Bakugou means he threatened to kill him.

But now perverted Pikachu was going to try and make his move on you? Like hell he would let you be with that third rate extra!

“So when are you going to confess?” Sero wondered.

“At Momo’s pool party tomorrow! Not only will she be there but I’ll get to see here in a hot swimsuit!” Kaminari gushed.

The bag of Kara Mucho that was in Bakugou’s hands exploded. Bits and pieces of the bag and chips scattered on the floor. Bakugou’s face looked like it was ignited in rage as he heard the sleazy comment from Kaminari. He wanted to punch Kaminari for saying nasty shit about his girl.

What made it worse was when he was going to confess. Ponytail’s party was tomorrow! He wasn’t going to go originally and now he’s got to change his plans.

“Wooo! Nice one there Bakugou!” Sero cheered.

Kamnari and Sero snickered at the heroes explosion before turning away.

“Hey man, you okay? Your snack exploded.” Kirishima asked.

“Shut up! I’m absolutely fine!!” Bagou hollered and stormed out of the kitchen.

Kirishima followed his friend and shrugged. “If you say so.”

“Listen up shitty hair! That pool party tomorrow, we’re going!” Bakugou confirmed.

“Huh? But I thought you said going would be a waste of....ohhh. I get it now! You’re scared that Kaminari is going to sweep (Y/N) off her feet.” Kirishima teased.

“Like hell! I’m not worried about a damn thing! I just changed my mind is all!” Bakugou denied despite his cheeks fuming red.

Kirishima chuckled at his friend's obvious affection for their classmate. It’s not like Bakugou stares at her constantly, keeps asking to train with her so he could spend more time with her or helps her with her homework. Plus it was hilarious seeing the two of you banter constantly with each other. He was silently rooting for you two.

The party at Momo’s was thriving as everyone from Class 3-A managed to come. Sato was grilling the lunch for everyone, they had who can breathe underwater the longest test to which Tsu won and currently the girls were sunbathing while the boys were playing an intense game of volleyball.

“C’mon Deku! You can do better than that, can’t ya?!” Bakugou taunted.

“Dude c’mon! Don’t use your quirk!” Sero shook his head.

“Deal with it scotch tape!” Bakugou yelled.

Sunbathing was so far your favorite part of this party. Not because you wanted a tan or anything. But because you had a perfect view of Bakugou’s shirtless body. He looked real good in those swim trunks. Like something out of Playgirl magazine. His tan muscles looked ripped at every movement he made, his biceps flexing whenever he was getting ready to hit the ball and that wild smirk that made you want to kiss his stupid face.

And you were doing it all while on the sideline with your sunglasses obscuring where your eyes were. Smooth.

“Hey there (Y/N)!”

A voice quickly brought you out of your ogling and you saw Kaminari look down at you with a friendly wave.

“Hey there, how you doing?” you asked while taking a sip of your ice tea casually. As if you weren’t just eyeing your crush like a horny pornstar.

“I’m doing pretty fine if I do say so myself. And can I just say, you’re totally rocking that bikini you have on! It really suits you!” Kaminari winked.

Your cheeks went slightly pink at his compliment. You were wearing (f/c) bikini that you had found while shopping with Mina and Hagakure. They both insisted that you get it and Mina mentioned how you could use it impress your crush.

“Oh, thank you.” you scratched the back of your head.

“So what are you doing here by yourself?” he asked.

Shit.

“Uh...I was thinking about getting a tan before summer’s over. And the girls were busy goofing off in the pool so I came here by myself.” you answered.

“So that’s why they’re so lonely.” Kaminari’s eyes lit up as he leaned in closer to you.

“Wait, what looks so lonely?” you looked baffled.

“Your lips. Would they like to meet mine?” he whispered as he leaned in closer to your lips.

Before you could react, a loud slam met your ears and you saw Kaminari get flung back off your lounge chair. You briefly noted the smell of smoke before seeing what had happened to the boy. His back was to the ground, his face you couldn’t see at all. It was obstructed by a volleyball. A volleyball with smoke and ash around it.

“Bakugou! What the hell?!” Jirou scolded.

Your eyes locked onto Bakugou as you can see his chest heaving and his face twisted into something dark. You realized he had slammed the ball onto Kaminari and used his quirk in the process.

“Kaminari, you okay?” Ojiro asked as he pushed the pall off of the blonde’s face.

Kaminari gave him that look he makes when his quirk was overused and held out two thumbs up.

“Man Bakugou, your aim was waaay off on that one.” Kirishima tried to lighten the mood.

However, Bakugou stormed over to you and you felt your heart drop. What does he want with you? You had never seen him this intense before. Not even when the two of you train together. The ash blonde tossed you over his shoulder and walked off flipping everyone off. When he was gone, Kirishima tried not to laugh. Who would have thought Bakugou was going to whisk you off like prince?

Maybe not Prince Charming but a feral prince with temperamental issues.

Bakugou had taken you all the way to his parent’s house. When you finally arrived inside, he slammed the door shut and looked at you with those fierce eyes.

“Bakugou, what the hell happened-?” you began.

But then suddenly, your lips were covered by his. Your first kiss was taken by Bakugou, the man you were crushing on deeply. However, as quickly as that kiss came, he pulled away saying one word.

“Strip.”

This was turning you on and he had only said one word. However, Bakugou didn’t like that you weren’t doing as you were told.

“Are you deaf? Strip!” Bakugou snapped.

You quickly took off your bikini top and then slowly removed your bottom cover as well. You’re completely naked, in front of the man you were crushing on. Bakugou picked up your swimsuit as he looked at you with lust shining in his eyes.

“Upstairs, first room on the right.” Bakugou ordered.

“But aren’t your parents-?” you started but was caught off when he smacked your ass. The sting somehow turned you on even more at Bakugou’s dominance.

“Upstairs princess.” he sharply said.

You were used to Bakugou’s loud rampaging orders but never this elite alpha like control he had over you. Slowly, you began walking up the stairs naked and thankfully, you never saw his parents. They must have been out of the house.

You eventually approached his room and entered. It smelled so good, just like him. Then a smoldering kiss draws you in, brandishing your lips with his. Bakugou takes charge of the situation. He began pushing you in the direction of his bed. You gulped at the realization that he was going to do it with him. Your heart starts beating wildly. He settles himself between your legs and wraps them around his waist. You could his erection through his swim trunks as he begins nuzzling your neck.

Your face flushed red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were going to have sex with Bakugou.

“Call me Katsuki. It turns me on so much more.” Katsuki ordered.

Then he pushes him swim trunks off which left both of you bare naked. Katsuki's own rough lips started to catch your lips, nibbling your lower lip, and he took over your mouth. On your mouth, he nipped and sucked. You ran your hands over his chest to his shoulders to wrap around his neck. Moans began escaping your mouth as you spread your legs some to accommodate him some more.

Katsuki then proceeded to move downwards to your neck, sucking and nipping the skin until he reached your nipple. He stared at you with a look that made you wet below your core. You wanted him. He squeezed and pulled your nipples with his hands holding your breast as you whimpered beneath him. As he grasped the one breast in one hand, he licked and sucked the other breast's nipple, sending shivers down your back as you arched.

“Katsuki!” you moaned.

He shot you a smirk. Delighted at how you sound using his first name.

“You enjoying yourself there (Y/N)? Sure seems like it. Moan louder for me!” he chuckled.

“You sure seem confident! For a virgin that is!” you shot back at him.

“You and I won’t be virgins for much longer!” Katsuki pointed out.

The hand started to trail between your breasts, your belly to rest on your pussy.

“Yes! There!”

You cry out as the two hands that encouraged you are now slowly and steadily moving in and out of you. It was then that your eyes saw something that made your arousal spike, Katsuki's erection rubbing against your thigh. As soon as you saw it, you reached for it and started stroking his hot length. He let out a heavy groan above you. He was all hard and thick. You rubbed the slit, as he began to grip your hips hard enough to bruise and pull you closer to hot blonde.

“Damn it (Y/N)!” Katsuki groaned from your ministrations.

He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine from the empty feeling. You made eye contact with Katsuki and remained that way it while you took hold of his cock. With his erection in your hand, you began to guide it to your entrance. Slowly enticing the blonde.

"Do it Katsuki...please..."

However, he reared you up onto all fours, dragging your hips against his own. You felt the hardness forcing itself into your warmth in one sharp stroke of Katsuki’s hips. A loud moan escaped your mouth as he entered your virgin walls. He brought you up on all fours, though, dragging your breasts on his own. With one quick movement of Katsuki's shoulders, you felt the hardness drive itself into your heat. After reaching your virgin walls, a loud moan escaped your mouth.

“I’m going to claim your sweet ass.”

The way he pumped his dick into the best angle made your pussy spasm inside around his thick member. Katsuki leaned into your body, pushing you into his mattress, letting his hips go to work. His back muscles helped you release another long moan. Finding a pace that matched didn't take long for the two of you. The knees had a particular thrust low and lewd moaning as Katsuki smirked.

“That’s right baby, let me take real good care of you. No one’s going to make you feel as good as I do. Ain’t that right princess?” he leaned in bit your neck.

You couldn’t even shoot out a sarcastic response. Each thrust had you seeing black, and they were coming quicker every time. Your body was working with a soft shimmy. Your hips down his cock to suck him out of his rich seed as he slammed back in. In reply, he gave a sharp grunt. Now are so close. Your cunt pulsated wonderfully around the cock of Katsuki, making waves through your body of pleasure.

“I’m…so close…so close!” you cried out.

“Say my name!” he demanded.

“K-Katsuki!” you shouted.

You whined as he smacked your ass and to your dread, started moving slower.

“Louder!” he ordered.

“Katsuki!!” you hollered.

“Keep saying my name!” he growled.

He kept thrusting into your heat with that. Katsuki started to slide his hand on the bed to brace himself while the other dropped down to your clit to taunt you gently. Of response, your legs shuddered, buckling back to bed. His thrusts quickened, constantly filling you. His dick's tip felt like rubbing your cervix, even prodding. The sensation caused your hips to move with a gentle mewl of your lips against him.

Your body shaking absolutely under his hand made sure he had it almost. Your walls pulled you over as your hot channel was packed with his thick sperm. The internal tightening as you hit your climax bringing it across the edge. To stop him from being too loud, Katsuki bit at your side. He kept thrusting into you until there was no fall left, and you were mewling more with the overstimulation. He finally pulled out and collapsed on top of you, panting as heavily as you were, lying down there until your breathing stopped.

“You came first.” you teased.

He swatted your behind to which made you giggle.

“Shit! I forgot to use a condom!” he growled.

“I’m on the pill. Don’t worry about it.” you turned around slowly wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Katsuki leaned in and you both kissed each other. Further cementing your feelings for each other.

“Tomorrow, we’re going out on a date.” Katsuki he stated.

“Whatever you want Lord Explosion Murder.” you purred.

Everyone figured out who your crush was the next day.

Bonus:

"HEY YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHY DIDN'T YOU COOK DINNER FOR US LIKE YOU WERE SUPPOSED-?!" A woman's voice boomed.

You blushed heavily and quickly covered yourself with Katsuki's blanket. While the naked blonde was red all over. His mom just saw her son naked in bed with one of his friends.

"YOU OLD HAG! GET OUT OF HERE OR DIE!"

"TREAT ME WITH SOME RESPECT! I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD AND I CAN TAKE YOU OUT OF IT!" Mitsuki threw a shoe at his face.

You began laughing hysterically as the two began bickering. Mitsuki not even caring that you were naked.

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backtothestart02 · 4 years

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Return to Paradise - 4/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: This is a fun chapter. I enjoyed writing it, and so, so appreciate the help of @jennlee44 and @westallen94 who were incredibly helpful in getting me to the finish line. Thanks, ladies!

Enjoy!

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Chapter 4 -

After a night of board games and laughter, and alcohol – way too much alcohol – Iris was swept off her feet by her husband and deposited into their bed while Nora quietly made her way down the hall to her own room in the villa. It was quiet in the night, except for some distant rumblings of partygoers, tourists much like themselves who hadn’t yet made it to their beds or out of consciousness.

But as the hours passed, the sounds diminished until finally all was silent. Then, the sun rose.

Barry’s eyes opened at about half past six. Time to make breakfast. But he was struck suddenly by how beautiful his wife looked while she slept, and found himself thinking, Maybe Nora will make it.

She had, after all, made dinner the night before. And she’d done a damn good job of it. She was perfectly capable of making breakfast, and maybe she was even planning on it!

Don’t get your hopes up, whispered through his mind, but he chose to ignore it.

He looked across the room at the closed door and grinned. Then he looked down at Iris and gently drew the locks fallen over her face behind her ear. She moaned a little in her sleep and curled against the side of his body, her wedding and engagement rings brushing his skin.

His heart skipped a beat.

When she was like this with him, any doubts or jealousy melted away. Even the fear of Nora walking in on them was a non-issue. In fact, as far as he could tell, there was no noise going on outside their bedroom at all.

A devious smile crossed his face.

“Iris,” he whispered softly, gently moving his hand up and down her arm to caress her awake.

She moaned in contempt this time.

“No.”

“Aww, come on, Iris,” he teased, allowing his fingers to move over to her back and dip down beneath her teddy. “We’re alone.”

She snorted, coming awake now.

“But for how long?”

He shrugged happily, encouraged that she might be getting onboard.

“Long enough,” he murmured, slinking back down in bed so they were at eye-level.

She snickered. “You really want it bad, don’t you?”

“I really do,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then her nose, then her unresponsive lips.

“Baaarry,” she complained. “My head hurts.”

He pulled back, considering that.

“You did drink a lot.”

She groaned, pressing her face into her hand.

“Oh, why? Why did I do that?”

“Because you were losing at Scrabble,” he said easily, and she laughed.

“Or maybe I was just having a good time.” She pushed him away from her, but it didn’t stop him from coming back a heartbeat later. She sighed. “I suppose I should be grateful I have a husband that wants me so badly.”

“That wants to please you so badly,” he corrected, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he got beneath the covers and moved farther down the bed, parting her legs to make room for him.

She gasped. “No! Barry, no.” She tried to squeeze her legs back together, but her heart wasn’t in it. “Barry, if Nora hears-”

He popped his head up from beneath the covers as he drew her panties down her legs and pushed them across the mattress, dismissing how they dropped onto the floor in plain view of anyone who would walk in.

“So, be quiet,” he said, with a sexy grin on his face.

She scoffed. “You know that’s damn near impossible when you go down on me like you’re threatening to do!” she whisper-shouted heatedly.

His mouth fell open in mock shock.

“I would never threaten you, Iris.”

She looked at him suspiciously.

“But promise, on the other hand…” He grinned.

“Oh…you!” She grabbed his abandoned pillow and proceeded to hit him with it.

“Hey! No- Iris!”

She was merciless, but finally he got his bearings and surged up, stealing the pillow from her hands and placing a sensuous kiss on her supple lips.

Iris wrapped her arms around his neck and curled her calf around his thigh beneath the covers. Barry deepened the kiss, his hands propped up on the bed and nudged her legs apart. This time they went willingly.

“You sure it’s not just your morning wood that’s got you so excited?” She murmured between kisses.

“Definitely not,” he assured her, sliding his hand beneath her silk teddy until it reached one hardening nipple.

Iris gasped.

But she wasn’t the only one.

A silver platter, one that used to contain two make-shift menus and a vase with a rose in it, clattered on the floor; and hesitantly – very hesitantly – Barry turned around and spotted his daughter looking traumatized as she stared at them with wide eyes.

“I…um…” Nora glanced down at the mess on the floor. “I should get some towels. Yes, that’s what I should-” She turned around and bumped right into the door. “I’m okay!”

She covered one eye with her hand and then ran out into the hall, quickly speeding down the stairs and back into the kitchen where her platters of pancakes, waffles, French toast, sausage, and bacon sat, along with the freshly squeezed orange juice and apple juice she’d prepared.

By the time she returned to her parents’ bedroom with a single towel, they’d both dressed into comfortable clothes and were already wiping up the mess she’d left in her wake.

Nora winced as she approached them.

“Sorry, guys…I guess I should have expected…I mean, you are technically a young, married couple. I don’t know what I was thinking. Though I did knock first!” Her head snapped up. “And I called you guys from downstairs.” She frowned, then promptly blushed. “I guess you were too busy to hear…”

Barry and Iris shared a knowing look with Barry’s own blush creeping up his neck as his wife approached their daughter with a warm, gentle grip on her hands.

“There’s no need to apologize, Nora. We’ll just um…” She looked back at her husband, who was avoiding eye contact with his hand roughing up his bed hair even more. She turned back to Nora. “We’ll lock the door next time.”

Nora forced a smile.

“Well,” she said brightly, then pointed towards the doorway. “Breakfast anyone?”

…

After an awkward five to 10 minutes, Nora’s showcasing everything she’d made for them made the recently lived through trauma fade slowly from memory. And Iris made sure to keep it that way by gutting Barry with her elbow every time he was about to remark with a ‘you know what really tastes good’ joke.

“This looks amazing, Nora,” Iris said when they were all sitting down around the kitchen table. “You definitely got your dad’s gene for good cooking.” She shared a knowing look with Barry.

“And Papa Joe’s!” Nora pointed out. “And Grandma Esther I heard was an amazing cook.”

Iris nodded. “Her recipes are some of the best,” she said, then muttered under her breath how that gene must’ve just skipped a generation with her.

Barry cleared his throat, and even Nora could feel the innuendo coming on. She intervened.

“Why don’t you try the waffles, Mom? I think you’ll like those the best.”

“All right.”

Iris spread the butter, poured the syrup, cut the waffle and took a bite. Her eyes widened immediately.

“These taste amazing! Nora, you are making all our meals from now on.” She glanced at Barry. “Give your father a break from keeping me satisfied.”

His jaw dropped.

“Food-wise! Barry!” She smacked his arm, and he laughed, taking a bite from his stack of pancakes.

“Wow.” Barry licked some syrup off his lips. “They do taste really good, Nora. I’m impressed.”

Nora shifted a little in her seat, suddenly bashful.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Barry and Iris shared another look, but this time it was sweet, acknowledging the bond they had with their daughter and how they were going to do everything in their power to make this a day she would never forget.

“So,” Nora began, after downing some orange juice and wiping her mouth. “What are we doing today? I know you guys were already at the beach yesterday, but-”

“No, nonsense!” Iris reassured her. “We sat on the beach and did nothing.”

Barry was mid-scoff when Iris’ nails came into contact with his hand.

“We have a whole day to do whatever you want,” Iris continued. “Do you want a beach day?”

Nora bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“But first I need a swimsuit! I thought it’d be cool if I bought one from here for our trip.”

Iris beamed and released her husband to hold her daughter’s hand.

“That was my exact thought when we came here last year for our honeymoon.”

Nora’s face lit up. “Could we go to where you went?”

“It’s on the other side of the island, Nora. I don’t know if you want to-”

Nora snickered.

“Don’t be silly, Dad. We’re speedsters. It’ll take a second.”

“That’s…that’s true, but-”

Both women looked at him expectantly, and he knew he couldn’t reveal details or complaints in front of their daughter.

“Sounds great.”

“Great!” Nora cheered. “Okay, I’m going to go upstairs and get a bag ready and change clothes and look cute! Then, we can go!”

“You barely a-”

“You already look cu-”

Barry and Iris’ attempts fell on deaf ears. Their speedster daughter was already upstairs and speeding around the room she’d chosen in hopes of finding the perfect outfit to wear to go shopping for beach attire.

Back at the kitchen table, Iris was grinning fondly, and Barry’s face looked to be in a permanent pout.

“This is not a good idea, Iris.”

Reluctantly, Iris turned in her seat to address him.

“Why not? It means so much to her to be where we were when we-”

“It’s not like we conceived her on our honeymoon,” he whispered heatedly.

Iris rolled her eyes and took a sip of her orange juice.

“We may as well have.”

“That’s another thing.”

“What?”

“I’m coming around to this family vacation thing.” Iris arched an eyebrow. “I am.”

Iris was amused.

“But…Iris…” He scooted his chair the inch or two closer to hers. “If I don’t get…” He reached for her breasts, only for his hands to be pushed away deliberately. “I am going to go crazy.”

She laughed. “I’d love to see what that looks like.”

“I’m serious, Iris. Just one time.”

“Ha! One time is not enough for you, Bartholomew, and you know it.” She paused. “Not enough for me either, to be honest.”

His eyes lit up. “So, you do want to!”

“Shh!” She put her finger over his lips. “Yes, of course I do. But can you be a father for 24 hours and not a horny husband?”

“Twenty-four hours?” he whined.

“You waited for me for fifteen years,” she reminded him.

“And every day was torture.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m going to go get ready.”

“Iris. Iris, wait.”

“I’m hopping in the shower, and don’t you dare follow me, Bartholomew Henry Allen.”

His jaw dropped, and he immediately got up.

“Iris. Iris.”

She finally stopped. “What?”

“You know what happened in that dressing room.”

Her brows furrowed, as if she didn’t know. Barry worried for a second that she’d actually forgotten. He knew the exact second it registered.

“She doesn’t know that, and she doesn’t need to know that. It’s just a dressing room, Barry. Besides…” She walked slowly over to him and slid her fingers down his chest to his waistband. “Don’t you want to see if it’s still there? In case…” She shrugged. “You know.”

His mouth went dry.

“What…are you saying?”

She smiled serenely.

“Just that you’re a very hot father. Being a good one brings its own rewards.” She winked and sashayed over to the stairs, feeling his heated stare on her until she disappeared into the bedroom.

His sweatpants, for all their thick fabric, could not contain the result of his returned hard-on. He looked down and spotted the darkening patch immediately.

“Shit.”

He sped up the stairs, rid himself of his pants and boxers and ran to the bathroom to clean himself off.

Unfortunately, the bathroom door was closed and locked.

“Nice try, baby,” Iris said from inside under the hot shower water.

He groaned. “Please, Iris. It’s not what you thi-”

She started to sing – loud and proud and off-key.

It was adorable. He hated that it was adorable.

A knock at the door startled him, and he hurried to put on a pair of shorts while he waited for the bathroom to free up. He went to the bedroom door and opened it.

“Nora, now’s not really a good-”

He stopped. His mouth ran dry.

A flower headband in her hair, the prettiest tank and mini skirt with pretty, shiny shoes with a flower each to match the one in her hair, Barry had never been filled with so much pride to see her as his daughter.

“Is something wrong?” She frowned. “You can use my shower if Mom is taking a while.”

He approached her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“You look absolutely beautiful.”

She blushed beneath his gaze.

“Thanks, Dad,” she gushed, then distracted herself with the problem at hand. “Now, go! I want to go shopping!” She laughed.

“Right.” He gathered his clothes and shampoo together in a flash and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, Nora.”

She smiled to herself and skipped down the hall to the stairs.

“No problem, Dad.”

…

A freshly cleaned, beautified Iris West-Allen in a form-fitting yellow summer dress did nothing to calm Barry Allen down. But she looped her arm through his, preparing for the run across the island, and he forced himself to focus.

“Okay, just follow me, Nora,” he said.

“Okay, okay, let’s go!” She said eagerly, making Iris giggle.

Barry shook his head at his girls and took off, making it to the vendor strip he and Iris had visited a year ago within seconds.

Nora came to a stop a beat after he did, and Barry was happy that despite all his suffering, the place looked the same as it had before. Every vendor, every salesman or woman, even the decorations and the fitting room with such a fond memory was exactly the same as the year before.

“Oh, Mom… I think I want more than just a swimsuit.”

Iris laughed, the sound effervescent to Barry’s ears.

“It’s okay, honey. Your dad is very good at holding things.”

Barry tuned back in. “Wait, what?”

A vision of the horror of last year’s shopping visit came back to the forefront of his mind. Hot sex in the fitting room aside, he’d barely been able to hold everything Iris bought in his arms. How was he supposed to hold everything both of them purchased today?

“Now, guys,” he started cautiously.

“Relax, babe.” Iris winked at her husband. “We’ll try not to go too crazy.”

He suppressed a groan and followed them into the madhouse.

At first, it wasn’t too bad, and he thought he’d been worrying for nothing.

Nora stopped at a couple vendors, eyeing pieces of jewelry, sunglasses, sandals… But she didn’t appear to be in love with anything, despite his wife’s urging that her dad would buy her anything she wanted. Which of course he would, but he wasn’t looking forward to carrying it.

Still, a couple glares from Iris, and Barry knew he was being selfish - and obvious about it too. This trip that had been intended as a romantic getaway inevitably wasn’t going to be. It was a family vacation now, and he needed to accept that, or he’d be making both his girls miserable on a trip they’d both been excited for.

Then it happened.

They wound up at the same place where Iris had found her leopard-print barely-there bikini from the year before. The one she’d used to seduce him in the fitting room hut. That should’ve set off warning bells right there, but it wasn’t until his daughter came strutting out of the hut with a bright yellow bikini on that he realized just what he was getting into and how strong his fatherly instincts were.

“No,” he said immediately.

Both women looked at him with frowns.

“Why?”

“Yeah, Barry, what the matter with it?”

Barry scoffed, as if it should be obvious.

“What do you me- How can you no-” He huffed and pulled Iris over to the side. “Look at her.”

Iris’ eyes widened. “I’m looking. She looks fine, Bear.”

He huffed and lowered his voice. “She looks like she could be on a Playboy magazine, Iris.”

Iris hit him immediately.

“She does not.”

“She does!”

“The bikini isn’t even that skimpy. It’s certainly like the one I-”

“Yes, I know. And how often do you wear that?”

“It’s not like we go to the beach all the time.”

“When did you wear it on our honeymoon?”

She scoffed. “Well, I wore it when-” She cut herself off. “It doesn’t matter when I wore it! She’s a full-grown woman. She can wear what she wants. You have to be supportive of that.”

He scoffed. “I do not have to be anything like that.”

“If you want good father points you do,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Are you threatening…celibacy?”

Her eyes narrowed.

“We don’t do threats. We do promises. Remember?”

He shook his head at her. “Oh…you didn’t.”

“I did.” She smiled brilliantly.

“What about this one, guys?”

They both turned to see Nora in a slightly more covered multi-colored bikini.

“Aww, Nora. I love it-”

“No.”

Iris glared. Nora looked hurt. That hurt him.

“Okay, look, Nora.” He walked over to the rack of one-piece suits that covered absolutely everything. He picked up some flowery options he thought looked nice and a couple that were solid colors. He asked for her size, then got the right ones and handed them to her. “Try these on. I’m sure you’ll love one of them,” he said proudly.

Nora and Iris shared a look, but Iris finally convinced her daughter with a nod to try them on to appease her father.

“She’ll like one of them,” Barry said. “You’ll see.”

Iris rolled her eyes.

“I guess this one’s…okay,” Nora said halfheartedly.

“I think it looks great,” Barry said, cheerfully.

Nora attempted to smile. Iris was boiling.

“Try on a different one, Nora.”

“But this was the only one I could-”

“One you picked out.”

Nora’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Wait, you picked out those other ones, Iris?” Barry shrieked.

“I’m positive,” Iris insisted, ignoring Barry.

“Okay…” Nora went back into the hut and changed again.

“Hey, Barry. Guess what?”

“What?”

“Our daughter’s a woman.”

“I know she’s a…woman.”

“She’s our age.”

He gulped. “I know that.”

“Guess what that means?” she whispered mockingly.

He glared.

“She has curves and long legs, and Barry.” He winced as she set her hand on his shoulder then dug her nails in. “She has boobs. You gotta get past it.”

“Okay!” Nora announced, pulling the curtain to the side.

Iris beamed. Barry’s jaw dropped in horror. He went to cover her, but Iris held him back.

“Where’s the rest of it?!”

“Do you like it, honey?” Iris asked, standing in front of Barry.

“I…do.” She turned to the side. “And the cleavage isn’t that bad, is it? I really like the colors.”

“It’s perfect.” She smiled.

She was unaware of Barry for a moment, but a sudden huge thud behind her changed that.

“Dad!”

Nora ran to him, but he was unconscious on the ground.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Iris muttered, then squatted down beside him. “Barry. Barry!” She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, then clapped a few times.

“Do you need a doctor?” a stranger asked, walking up to them, concerned.

Iris smiled serenely. “That won’t be necessary. Thank you.” She turned to her daughter. “Nora, why don’t you pick out a cover-up too? I think your dad would like that.”

“What?” Barry sprung up. “I’m up. I’m up. What did I miss?”

“Nora’s getting a cover-up, baby.”

“Oh.” He smiled brightly. “What a great idea. Did she come up with that?”

“No, I did.” She helped him to his feet. “And in exchange…” She dusted off his shirt and shorts. “You are not getting any for a looong time.”

His mouth fell open.

“Okay, Dad, how’s this?”

Iris looked at him as their daughter spun around in front of them. She smiled and directed her gaze back to Barry expectantly. The cover-up was sheer, but Nora clearly liked it, and Barry didn’t want sex sworn off from him for all of eternity, so he nodded curtly and forced a smile of his own.

“Looks perfect.”

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