#im kissing their foreheads and also gazing lovingly at them
Text
Aquamarine
Soloist Lee Chaeyeon & Male Reader
Word count: 1.7k
Categories/tags: smut, shower, glass, camera/picture, standing sex, standing doggy, creampie, fluffy (at least thats the plan)
a/n: birthday piece for the second half of IZ*ONE'S HoneyWaterz! she gets like one fic a year y'all are missing out. and as usual (lol) no proofread no beta im sorry i know its terrible
The water glistens against her skin, shining as it falls down her back. The city lights seem so far below you like you're in the clouds yourself. The smoke doesn't reach up here, nor the hustle and bustle of the metropolis below. It's only you and her.
Click, click, click. Find her through your camera's lens, taking perfect shot after perfect shot. She turns around and smiles a divine smile at you, and you suspect that she's stopped posing a long while ago; now, she's just glad to find you nearby.
She paddles adorably over to the shallow end of the pool and takes a seat. "Thank you for taking me out like this, babe. I love you so much. Everything is perfect."
She wrings her hair carefully and looks up over the moon, enjoying the cool breeze of tropical air on her face and chest. Click.
"Ugh, stop it," she giggles. "I wasn't ready. Delete that one."
You chuckle and place your camera on a dry, flat surface and join her in the pool. The water is warm between your toes, and you accept the welcome by sitting down in it right next to her.
You try to put your arm around her shoulder, but she shrugs it off cutely. "Don't, you idiot," she scolds lovingly, "I'm all wet."
Sulking away playfully, never mind your lightly damp Hawaiian shirt, you respond. "Wow, calling me an idiot just for trying to love you. I knew it, you've just been using me all this time..."
She laughs her signature laugh, painting the skyline of your heart in vibrant tones of aquamarine. She takes your hand and pulls slowly, bringing your arm around her once more.
"You're gorgeous, you know that? Everything about you is perfect." Place a hand on her cheek and bring her gaze over to yours. "How'd I end up with someone as breathtaking as you?"
"Shut up, babe..." she chuckles lightly as she places her hand over yours. "You know I fell for you first."
Close your eyes gently as the gravity of your hearts draw your lips together. You find her halfway through the darkness, but of course you did. When has she ever let you down?
The kiss you share is slow, respectful. You ask for permission from each other wordlessly, giving and taking just a tiny bit more from each other's love with every singular peck.
She breaks the kiss gratefully. As you open your eyes you're met with a goddess, ethereal and alluring. And she's all yours.
Without her forehead leaving yours, she whispers to you, "Let's go inside, babe, I'm getting cold."
~~~
Pull her by her waist into the shower enclosure and take her lips again. She strips you of your Hawaiian shirt, now soaked, and tosses it out of the glass cubicle. Her arm wraps around your neck, while her free hand finds the shower handle.
The showerhead comes to life, and warm water falls onto your back. Chaeyeon slips her fingers under your waistband and pulls down, taking away your last bits of clothing and relieving you of the growing pressure in your shorts.
You do the same, pulling off her dripping wet bikini bottom. Without ever breaking the kiss, she kicks them away and takes your hands onto her plump and firm ass. She moans lightly at your touch, music to your ears.
As much as you want to keep them there, you know there's more you have to do first. Break the kiss for just a moment, and see your girlfriend out of breath.
Grabbing the hem of her top, you pull up. She raises both arms to help you out, knowing that this also gives you the best view of your favorite part.
The wet piece of fabric moves up past her chest, and her beautiful tits bounce free from their containment. You keep pulling until the bikini top clears her head and finally her arms, and then you toss them out of the cubicle and shut the door.
She wraps her arms around your neck again. Grip her ass cheeks and pull her towards you, savoring her firm behind while you force your cock between her thighs.
She moans cutely at the sensation of your head right at the entrance of her heat. You kiss her again, torridly this time, and she returns your affections hungrier, more impatient, less quietly than earlier.
She pulls you even closer, pressing her soft breasts onto your chest, and the feeling could not be more heavenly. You know she's doing this on purpose, and so you respond in kind by giving her a smack on her butt cheek, forcing it to jiggle. As she's groaning into your mouth as a reflex, you leave her at a loss for a more heavenly moment.
Chaeyeon finally frees your lips, and the both of you take a deep breath. You can't get enough, though, and bring her over to the glass pane nearest to you.
"You're so fucking hot..." She traces all over your body with her fingertips. "How do you want me, babe?" she asks courteously.
"You have to smile for the camera, sweetheart." Turn her around to face the glass, and wipe away the steam obstructing her view of outside. She spots your camera sat on a table, facing the pair of you, and she blushes and smirks devilishly as she catches wind of your plan.
"Naughty boy... Hurry up and take me." Chaeyeon bends over and gives you a clear view of her ass, and shows off her pink lower lips for your pleasure.
You make her lean on the glass pane with her forearms as you grab her by the hips. Always the gentleman, you don't keep her waiting. Pull her lips apart, hear her groan at the feeling, and, finally, push your hardened cock into her tight pussy.
"Fuck..." Click. The flash goes off in front of her, and she turns redder in her cheeks. "This is so fucking hot, babe..."
"Happy birthday, baby. You're getting a private photo book of tonight as one of your gifts. Smile your prettiest."
You feel her velvet walls clench lovingly around your cock. It isn't a challenge at all though, with her slick lubricating her insides, to pull out nearly all the way, and force yourself back into her core.
Relish the feeling of fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. Take pride in how she powerlessly surrenders herself to your will. With every thrust deep into her pussy, you show her that she'll only ever belong to you.
"Babe, harder... Please fuck me harder." You comply with her request, as you thrust forward you forcefully pull her back. Her ass meets your pelvis at every pump, producing a symphony of slaps and groans.
Click, click, click. The camera makes its presence felt as flashes fill the other side of the bathroom. Push your goddess of a girlfriend harder against the glass, and she lets out a loud "ahhhh" as her nipples and breasts are squished onto the cold surface.
"Right there, babe, keep fucking me just like that..." Her walls only get tighter as your cock splits her apart. The sounds of her pleasure fill the bathroom as you bring her closer and closer to climax.
"I love you... so... fucking much, babe..." you mutter next to her ear. You can tell she's losing control of herself, she answers only in moans of ecstasy at the rough fucking she's receiving.
Hook her leg under your arm, raise it for the camera. Click, click. The view of her pussy being violated by your cock is crystal clear for the camera to capture. Click. Chaeyeon screams in pleasure as you reach new depths in the lewd position she finds herself in. Click. Her face is smushed against the glass with how hard you're pushing her. Click, click, click. Her nipples grow stiffer against the clear pane, spurring her on and on towards her eventual release.
"Sweetheart, you still good?" She can't answer, you know she can't. Just one look and you can tell she's long gone: her head thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of her skull, no regard for whatever she might be saying anymore.
Figure she's had enough. Conclude her long day with a bang. Give her a high note to end a perfect celebration. Better yet, make her sing the high note herself.
You grow more ravenous with your hold on her. "You know... One of your gifts... a whole photo book... of just tonight." Click. You thrust into her sex more roughly, chasing your high as you force her to reach hers. She can't defy you, and you know she won't. She's yours.
Her climax comes to her like an earth-splitting bolt of lightning. All at once, a guttural scream rips through her throat, click, streaks of her cum spray onto the glass she's pressed against, click, she stumbles as her legs give out underneath her, click, click, and her walls grip you in a desperate attempt to prolong her unholy pleasure as much as she can, click.
"I'm cumming, baby... Happy birthday--!!!" With a deep groan you shoot your cum into her womb, making sure every spurt stays in and takes. Her walls apply a heavenly amount of pressure on your cock, milking you for more, and you give her exactly what she wants. With every spurt of your hot cum into her abused snatch Chaeyeon screams louder yet, click, begging in gibberish for something she herself doesn't even know anymore.
You realize she's full up when your cum overflows from her pussy and down her thigh. She's taking heavy breaths now, and your wits are slipping away from you.
~~~
You find yourself sat on the cold tiled floor of the shower. Warm water still falls from the showerhead and onto the pair of you. Chaeyeon is taking her sweet time filling her lungs with air and steadying her breathing. Her head's leaned onto your shoulder, so you push her hair aside to give her a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, sweetheart. You might not have heard me earlier, but happy birthday."
She can only respond in deep breaths and scratchy hums. She brings her lips back over to yours, last kiss before getting dressed for bed. And you know that meant "I love you too."
a/n: yknow i should just stop planning fics at this point lmao. anyways, happy birthday our feather chaeyeon!!!
744 notes
·
View notes
Text
Decorating the house ft. Kento Nanami
Day 04 of 31 Days of Ficmas!
summary — kento nanami indulges your love for christmas and helps you decorate your shared house because there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for you.
word count — 1k
content — tooth-rooting fluff, one kissing scene idk, gojo’s mentioned (and insulted), bad writing
notes — wrote this one in some sort of a rush and didn’t reread so if there’s any mistakes im sorry :/
Kento Nanami is ready to flee from his office when the clock ticks and his shift is over.
His coworkers don’t even see him leaving as he grabs all his things and speeds to the elevator to escape from that environment as fast as possible.
Nanami always disliked the concept of working in a big company, but today he has a couple of other reasons to want to rush home, and it all comes down to you; his full-of-life girlfriend who’s decided to bring the spirit of Christmas to your shared apartment.
That morning he left you with a pang in his chest, filled with some sort of guilt for not being able to share the same excitement you had as you went on and on about the plans you had for the day; set up the tree, some lights, decorate the tree and then the house.
His guilt only worsened when he arrived at his workplace, wondering how he could be unaffected by your undying light and the things that made you smile when he had to endure such a soul-crushing, dead place, day after day.
The blonde man stops at a local café to buy you some pastries and coffee before finally making his way towards home, careful not to drop anything as he paces rather hurriedly, sighing in relief only when he’s in the elevator and going up, up, up.
To you.
When he opens the door, everything already looks different – there’s a tree, now. It’s not fully decorated, lots of things splattered on the ground, but you also hung Christmas signs on the walls and covered the living room table with a Christmas tablecloth.
Nanami keeps scanning the room until he finds you, sitting on the floor with your face so deep inside a box he’s sure you’re not aware of his presence just yet. The ever so serious man can’t help but smile fondly at the sight, taking his glasses off and putting them and the coffee he bought on one of your shelves before making his way toward you.
“I’m home, love,” he calmly announces, trying not to startle you.
“Kento!” you are quick to stop everything you’re doing and get on your feet to have his arms wrapped around you, his lips pressing on your forehead. “How was your day?”
“I spent the entire day wanting to come back home and help you with the decorations,” he confesses in an attempt to redeem himself for the lack of interest he had shown earlier. Your eyes glow as you let out a low ‘Oh?’ and he continues, “Speaking of, since when do we have all of this?”
You follow his gaze to all the decorations around the living room and giggle, detangling yourself from his arms as you take some lights from the box you were previously checking and place them in his hands, “I went out and bought some things today. Gojo helped me with the tree because it was too big for me to carry alone. He left about thirty minutes ago.”
Nanami immediately frowns, “Gojo? Don’t hang with that degenerate,” a genuine laugh escapes your lips when he complains. “Next time I’ll help you.”
You smile widely at him, sick in love. You know Kento’s not one to celebrate things, especially if it involves spending money and doing extravagant stuff, but he understands your love for Christmas and the way your eyes shine so much brighter when you can see it in the small decorations.
“You can help me now,” you say softly, hands cupping his cheeks before you kiss him lovingly.
Nanami always gets lost in your kisses, your warmth. When your lips meet his, your soft touches on his face and neck, your love filling him, he feels complete. And he never wants to let you go; still holding the lights, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, his free hand caressing your cheek oh so gently until you pull away.
“Hmm… Miss you so much when you’re away,” you whisper close to his face. “But we gotta finish this first, Kento.”
“I know, love,” he sighs. “I bought us some coffee and pastries, but it’s probably cold right now.”
“I’m gonna heat it, then.”
Nanami nods and you grab the things he brought, going with it to the kitchen while he stands in the living room. He analyzes everything for a few seconds before starting to work; putting the Christmas lights on the windows – since you already have put some on the tree – and placing the star on the top of the tree.
“This looks beautiful, babe,” you praise when you come back, handing him one of the cups of coffee while you sip on your own. He just smiles softly at you, and you both start working together.
He laughs when you show him you’ve bought Christmas cushions, organizing them on the couch alongside a soft new blanket, “Good for movie nights,” he comments.
A fond smile grows on his lips when he sees you’ve also bought several Christmas cups. You are both coffee addicts and all the cups look adorable, just like you. He will make sure to drink on them every day.
At last, you place candles all around the house. Some aromatized, some not. “Don’t light them up at the same time, my nose can’t handle it,” he warns and it makes you laugh so loud he feels embarrassed.
“I guess that’s it,” you say as you exit your closet, where you’ve put the empty decorations box, going back to the living room to turn the normal lights out.
At the same time, Nanami turns on the Christmas lights.
You feel your heart beating faster, all the good feelings Christmas brings you washing over your body and making you smile like a little kid. And the fact that Kento’s there with you, that he built that with you, makes everything feel so much better.
Nanami is watching you as happiness overflows your body. He has a smile he can’t contain on his face, a happiness of his own, good feelings he never thought he was capable of having.
And it’s not about Christmas, it’s you.
#s23ficmas#wbysaber#kento nanami x reader#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#kento nanami#nanami kento#x reader#fanfic#fluff
110 notes
·
View notes
Note
hi there!! i weallyyy love ur work!!! and bratty angel was so good 🥺🥺 i dunno if ur taking requests but if u r can i pls send in one like some sort of additional or alternate ending-ish for bratty angel? like when steve tucks her in after she tells him to wish bucky a good night for her, what if she also asks him to give bucky her favorite stuffie like "can you please wish daddy a good night for me , uncle steve? and tell him i'm weeally sorry and i love him veeeery much" "oh!! can you pls give him bunny too? daddy gets nightmares and i dont wan' him to be alone" "bunny always helps me when im feelin' scared and daddy is not around, she'll make daddt feel better" 🥺🥺
Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader
Word Count: 890
Summary: Alternative ending to bratty angel.
Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff.
A/N: Thank you so much, Nonnie. You're so sweet! So happy you like what I write:"💜 I'm not supposed to be taking requests but everyone keeps sending such good ideas and next thing I know I'm at 2k words. This was so cute it made me so soft:' Thank you for requesting, I hope I did your lovely alternative ending justice and thank you again 💜💜 please enioy xx.
~~~
So I was thinking maybe Daddy doesn’t forgive her right away that afternoon she offered Uncle Steve her savings? Maybe he continues to stay mad till he’s sure she’s really learned her lesson.
And she doesn’t disappoint him. She finishes her dinner that night like a good girl, thanking Uncle Steve every time he puts food on her plate for her. She remains polite when Steve is bathing and dressing her for bed, too, staying still on his lap as he combs her wet hair. She’s sad it’s not Daddy but she’s finally learning to be grateful for Uncle Steve, letting him take care of her like he’d wanted to.
When Steve’s tucking her in that night she whispers again, “can you please tell daddy I said goodnight tonight too?”
“Sure, sweetheart.” Steve smiles, caressing her cheek.
“Can you also tell him I’m really sorry and I love him very very veeeery much?” Her eyes tear up a little as she repeats on Steve that he must deliver her message word for word.
Steve chuckles lovingly and reassures her that he will tell Bucky she loves him very much with three ‘very’s. And then he’s kissing her forehead, ready to get up and let her sleep but she clutches his fingers before he can.
“And- And can you please give him Bunny too?” she asks getting the soft, white stuffed animal out from underneath her covers and holding it up for Steve, “Dada gets nightmares and Bunny always helps me when I get scared when dada’s not here.” Her glossy, puppy eyes plead with the speechless man as she holds out the toy for him.
Steve’s melting at her softness and the way her caring, little self is looking out for Bucky even in his sleep. He’s not sure if he should be taking away her favourite stuffy though. She loves Bunny. How’s she going to sleep if he takes it from her and gives it to Bucky?
“Sweetheart,”
“Please, Uncle Steve, don’t want daddy to be alone. Bunny will make him feel better.” Puppy eyes intensify and a pout is added. Steve sighs and reaches over.
Bucky enters the room when Steve is about to take Bunny and she falls silent. Both men exchange looks and Steve smiles before kissing her head once more, “goodnight,” he whispers, walking out of the room to give them space.
“How about you make daddy feel better, doll?” Bucky offers, looking at her longingly and she gazes up at him, confused but hopeful.
“Would you let daddy sleep next to you and Bunny tonight?”
“Really?” she asks, wiggling out of the blanket, and getting up on her knees. Bucky chuckles and nods, climbing next to her on the bed.
“I missed you, dada.” She tells him, throwing her body at his and clinging to him.
Bucky sighs, wrapping his big arms around her, pressing his mouth to her shoulder. The warmth of her body against his and the sweet smell of her hair ground Bucky like nothing else could.
“I missed you too, doll. I missed you very very veeeery much,” Bucky says, imitating her sentence structure from not a minute ago as he hugged her tighter.
“I said sorry to Uncle Steve and I mean it.” She pulls away to cross her heart and Bucky smiles at how adorable she is, leaning forward to kiss her chest where she crossed before holding her hand and kissing her pointer.
“I know, doll. I know, you’re a good girl.” He pecks her lips and she blushes, giving him her drunk-in-love smile with her palms pressed to his chest.
“Dada really gonna sleep with me and Bunny?”
“Yeah, if Bunny’s okay with it,” Bucky jokes, getting her back under the warm covers before moving himself next to her.
“She’s okay with it." She nods. "She loves you, dada.” She promises, placing Bunny on Daddy’s chest, “we’re gonna protect you.” She pecks the spot between Bucky’s eyes.
“Yeah? You’ll protect daddy from the nightmares?” He asks her softly, bringing her to his side to have her head on his shoulder as he moves Bunny to rest above his other shoulder.
“Yes, dada. I’ll protect you from all the nightmares.” She kisses the top of Bucky’s cheek before snuggling up to him, her hand patting his chest gently. God, she is perfect.
“Thank you, doll,” Bucky kisses her hairline and forehead, his arm gratefully tightening around her waist, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
And it’s true. Bucky doesn’t know where or how he’d be if it wasn’t for his doll and her big, loving heart that he believes he doesn’t deserve being there for him. Her kindness and tenderness keep him alive. The fond looks she always gives him, her smile each and every time her eyes meet him, the little kisses she leaves on him whenever she could and the way she’s so unconditionally in love with him are things Bucky never thought he would have. Yet, there she was, sleeping soundly in his arms, feeling safe enough with him to let all of her guards down, her trust unknowingly destroying all of the walls he’d built up around himself, and Bucky’s never felt so whole.
“I love you, doll,” Bucky whispered, kissing her hair.
“I love you too, dada. Veeerry much.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tags: @harrysthiccthighss, you said everything🤷🏻
#bucky barnes x little!reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes x f!reader#daddy!bucky x little!reader#daddy!bucky barnes x reader#daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader#daddy!bucky x reader#daddy!bucky#daddy!bucky barnes#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes blurb#bucky barnes drabble#bucky fluff#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x fluff#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x little!reader#bucky fanfic#bucky request#bucky x f!reader#bucky x reader#bucky x female reader#bucky x reader x steve#uncle!steve#uncle!steve rogers#uncle!steve rogers x little!reader#bucky drabble#bucky blurb#bucky imagine
567 notes
·
View notes
Text
You Think They’re Gonna Hit You
Includes: Izuku, Bakugou, Todoroki and my lovely Mina baby!
Warnings: ANGST but with a happy ending bc im baby, nothing too detailed though. Gender neutral reader <3
Mentions of abuse and cursing ofc (its me i always curse so like-)
_____________________________________________________
You had been in an abusive situation/relationship prior to your current relationship. You had yet to tell your partner.
You two were simply playing around, something very common in your relationship.
You were in his dorm, both of you going back and forth between tickling each other.
Your eyes were closed as you blindly search for his sides, your breath coming out in shrieks and gasps between you laughing so hard.
One you feel your lovely boo move so they’re hovering above you, rather than beside you and tickling the shit out of you, you open your eyes as you try to catch your breath.
However, once you see their position your breath gets caught in your throat, and your entire body freezes up.
They weren’t even in a very threatening pose, their face held a bright and playful grin. Yet, all you could focus on was the hand positioned like it was going to slap you.
It was practically coming for you in slow motion, you thought for sure your lovely partner was getting ready to slap you.
Without even thinking, you automatically flinch, hands coming up to protect your face, your body trembling in fear.
Izuku Midoriya
Izuku’s face changes from playful to concern very quickly, not that you can see from your tightly closed eyes and arms covering your face.
“Baby?” Izuku says softly, leaning back so he’s sitting cross-legged in front of your form. “(Y/N), baby, look at me please.” The utter concern and fear in his voice had you peaking your eyes open, looking between your fingers at the teary-eyed look he’s giving you.
Your body reacts before your mind really catches up to what the fuck just happened, and you sit up, crossing your legs as well and fiddle with your hands in your lap, looking anywhere but at Izuku’s gaze.
‘He’s gonna be so mad- he’s gonna yell and scream- I shouldn’t have reacted- if only I had just-’ Before you can even finish your rambling, terrifying thoughts, Izuku speaks up.
“D-did you think I was gonna hit you?” His voice comes out slowly and softly, but there’s not a hint of judgment. Only concern.
You slowly meet his gaze, continuing to fiddle with your hands. “N-not really you- It’s just what I’m used to so I just assumed-” You hurriedly try to explain before he speaks up again.
“Baby, you’re used to? How could you be used to- who did it? I’ll kill them, I swear!” Izuku leans forward slowly, as to not startle you anymore before pulling you to him, hugging you comfortingly, protectively.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, (Y/N). I promise. If I had known I wouldn't have done it. I'm so sorry baby.” Izuku reassures you genuinely.
Izuku continues reassuring you, comforting you and caring for you softly as you tell him about your past. Obviously you couldn’t spill everything out all at once, there would be more of these conversations in the future. But it was honestly nice. To just be able to get it out in the open, to have him comfort you.
“I will never hurt you, (Y/N). Let me be your hero.” Izuku says after you had cried out all your tears and fell asleep on him. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, before laying down with you and falling asleep himself.
Bakugou Katsuki
Bakugou freezes as the genuine fear he can clearly see on your trembling form. He’s quick to sit against his wall on the bed, pulling you into his lap as he comfortingly pets your hair.
You bury your head in the crook of his neck, a flurry of painful memories causing tears to build up in your tightly closed eyes as you grip onto Bakugou as if your life absolutely depended on it.
“I-i’m sorry- I didn’t mean too-” You try apologizing, but he’s quick to shush you, his voice gruff but gentle in his own Bakugou way.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, dumbass. Jus’ breathe.” Of course, Bakugou doesn’t blame you, but he also feels you thought he was going to hit you simply because of how angry he can be, he didn’t know of your past of abuse.
“I know i'm always angry and shit, but- fuck-,” His voice breaks, and he holds you the slightest bit tighter, more protectively. “I’d n-never hit you, (Y/N).” He tries to keep his voice steady but it breaks again as tears well up in his eyes. “I love you so much, I’d never do anything to hurt you, okay, baby? I swear it- fuck.”
You continue to grip onto him desperately, opening your mouth to speak even though you know your voice is gonna be hoarse from your crying, “I k-know you would’t- it just made me think about when it did happen and I-I just reacted. I k-know you’d never, Katsu- I’m s-”
“No. Don’t be sorry. Just talk to me. Please?” He says sternly, but giving you the option object, to just stay within his arms protectively.
So you tell him some of the things you had to endure. He drops the name ‘dumbass’, giving you soft nicknames and encouragement to continue when you started crying too much to continue talking.
Aside from his encouragements, and hushing of your apologies, he just let’s you speak what's on your mind. It’s freeing, and honestly you feel a lot better when it’s over.
“Thank you, Katsu. I love you. So very much.” You whisper tiredly as you finish your hours long conversation. Bakugou shakes his head as he continues rocking you comfortingly.
“I'm here for you through whatever, babe. And I plan to keep it that fuckin’ way.” He says, the determination in his voice caused a small smile on your face.
You eventually fall asleep, Bakugou humming gently as he continues rocking you comfortingly. Honestly, you couldn’t be happier in that moment, with the love of your life caring for you with no restraints.
Todoroki Shoto
Todoroki’s face instantly drops as he watches your reaction. He knows that reaction. He’s had that reaction too many times to count.
He lays beside you, cuddling into your side, rubbing circles over your sides in a comforting manor as your breathing eventually returns to normal.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” His voice sounds so remorseful, so genuinely hurt.
“It's not you- It’s just muscle memory- I know you’d never actually do anything to hurt me Sho.” Your voice comes out quickly, you turn over to hide into his chest as he rests his head against yours. He moves his hand so it’s rubbing your back soothingly.
“Talk to me?” Todoroki asks, and it makes your heart swell. He’s not the most emotional person, you loved him regardless of that fact obviously, but the fact that he’s offering to listen without you bringing it up first makes you a bit happier.
So you talk, telling him about different situations throughout your life that inevitably lead to the muscle memory reaction. Todoroki didn’t talk, preferring to just listen. He’d switch between rubbing your back, or running his hands through your hair, occasionally kissing along your hairline or kissing your cheeks softly as you vented.
Once you finish talking, genuinely too mentally and physically exhausted to continue, Todoroki speaks up.
“None of that was your fault. Those people- they were at fault. You had never done anything wrong, (Y/N). Thank you for telling me. Thank you for trusting me enough to talk about this. You’re so strong and brave. I'm so proud to call you mine. I love you, (Y/N). Thank you for allowing me to help.” He ends his mini speech by placing a gentle kiss on your lips.
You smile at him tiredly, before pulling the blanket from the end of the bed bed and covering you both with it. You snuggle into his chest, leaning your head up to place a kiss on his jaw, before allowing sleep to take you.
Mina Ashido
Mina pauses at your reaction, confusion taking over her features before the realization slowly comes to her.
“Babycakes, no, i’d never-” She says quickly, jumping to straddle your lap, wrapping her arms around you reassuringly as your thoughts turn dark.
“It’s okay, cupcake, I’m here for you, jus breath, I've got you.” She reassures as your wrap your arms around her, cries slowly leaving your throat while she nuzzles the crook of your neck.
Before you can even open your mouth in an attempt to apologize she starts talking, “Don't you dare apologize. It’s not your fault, love.”
You can’t help the chuckle that interrupts your sobs, she knows you through and through.
“You want to talk about it, babycakes? I’ll listen. Let me be here for you please,” She pleads, just wanting to calm your painful sobs, just wanting to put a smile back on your perfect face. Her own eyes start to tear up, and she sniffles quietly.
You hug her a bit tighter, nodding your head. Once your tears calm down a bit, you tell her. You relay some of the events of the past that have scarred you to this day.
And with everything you say Mina continues to reassure you, kissing all over your face and hair. She continues holding you, not letting up for even a second. It means the world to you, just the fact that she’s being serious about it for you. She’s genuinely trying for you, and it makes a small smile light up your face as you finish retelling your past.
“There’s that gorgeous smile I love to see!” She says, a bright grin lighting up her face which just causes you to smile more.
“What would I do without you, Mina.” You say lovingly, as she wipes your eyes for hopefully the last time of the night.
Her smile turns loving as she gives you a small, gentle kiss.
“Let’s not find out, babycakes. You’re just gonna have to be stuck with me.”
Well, you couldn’t complain with her on that note.
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#mina x reader#mina ashido x reader#todoroki x reader#izuku x reader#deku x reader#bakugou x reader#bnha headcannons#mha imagines#bnha imagines#mina x you#bnha x you#mha x you
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
comfort
Peter just wants to lay down with you but there's something that kinda makes him uncomfortable and you try to confront him about it...
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader
Status: dating
Warning: mentions of bra's
Y/n's POV
I was laying on peters bed liking the tiktoks that I thought were funny and saving the ones I wanna do for later when Peter suddenly opens the door mumbling a few incoherent words then I can tell he sensed me since he looked up so quickly, eyes wide open and a small smile, getting bigger by the second, appeared on his lips.
"Babyyyyyy" he quickly took his shoes and jacket off and flopped on the bed his head resting on my stomach while his arms hugged my lower belly.
"Oof" I laughed since he basically jumped on me, he looked up resting his chin on my stomach
"I'm sorry did I hurt you y/n/n?" He whispered voice as soft as butter
"No it didn't hurt, it was just unexpected" I smiled playing with his soft hair "come closer, I wanna hug you" I made grabby hands and he just laughed, resting his head on my chest now, hugging my waist his legs were between mine so I crossed them around his middle and wrapped my arms around his neck kissing his head once in a while
He shifted a couple of times, making me think he's just trying to get comfortable so I ignored it, but he shifted again and silently huffed. He gave in for a few minutes then lifted his head up again to peck my lips and lay next to me.
I got very confused coz usually I'd have to make him move but he's never done this before, it made me kinda sad to be honest. Did I do something wrong? Omg do I smell bad? Does my shirt smell bad?
At first I didn't say anything since he looked unbothered and I was anything but that, I mean if you think about it, would you like your boyfriend to randomly stop cuddling you for no reason and just lay beside you? Is he mad at me?
Our cuddles would last for hours! And this one didn't even last for 10 minutes! I turned around seeing him looking at his phone with his left hand and his other is draped around my waist
"So what do you wanna order, babe?" He looked up his brown eyes hopeful for food
"Oh uh" so he's not mad at me? "W-Whatever you w-want" I silently cursed at myself for being nervous, now he'll get suspicious. And in fact he did.
"Oookay? You okay bubba?" He tilted his head? Caressing my cheek for a moment before setting his gaze on his phone again to order some food
"Yeah yeah I'm fine, it's jus- nothing no I'm fine" He nodded slowly not really convinced but let it go, for now. He laid on his side, his right hand supporting his body, leaned in and kissed me. As a way to make sure that I'm not mad at him or anything. I obviously kissed back not wanting to seem more suspicious than I already was.
He pulled away smiling, his eyes adoring my face. I would be a psycho if I didn't smile from that look.
"Ok well I'll go set up the ingredients so we can make brownies after, sounds good?" I only nodded still smiling. But that didn't convince him so he started kissing my forehead down to my nose to my lips a couple times making me laugh.
"Ok ok! We're gonna make brownies" i verbally agreed this time. He nodded happily and left the room, all the doubt I had were long gone.
The food arrived to our luck and we stuffed our face with the delicious hot meal, Peter also got my favorite drink AND were about to make brownies so to say I was happy was an understatement.
"OOOH GIRL YOU'RE SHINING" I was mixing the brownie batter swaying my hips to the song 'classic' by MKTO, while Peter took my spatula and used it as a microphone running around the kitchen singing his heart out
"LIKE THE FIFTH AVENUE DIAMONDDD" he pointed at me and I laughed "AND THEY DONT MAKE YOU LIKE THEY USED TO, YOURE NEVER GOING OUT OF STYLEEE" he shook his head as if he's confirming the lyrics and we continued on well, I continued on finishing the brownies
but Peter did make an effort, he sprayed the pan and sprinkled the chocolate chips. And he said and I quote he did "the most important parts for making a brownie"
"I WANNA THRILL YOU LIKE MICHEAL" he made the thriller dance moves while sprinkling the chocolate chips "I WANNA KISS YOU LIKE PRINCE" he turned around trapping me between him and the counter behind me, grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me until the chorus came in. And i couldn't contain my laughter by the sudden energy my boyfriend got from the food.
"YOURE OVER MY HEAD, IM OUTTA MY MIND. THINKIN' I WAS BORN AT THE WRONG TIME" he suddenly pulled away belting the rest of the song "BABY YOURE SO CLASSIC" we both sung together after he stopped me from putting the pan in the oven claiming its 'too dangerous' and he doesn't want me to get hurt, i mean can you blame him? I'm a totally clutz.
"Ok so why don't we watch something while we're waiting for the brownies?" He suggested putting on the timer.
"Sure" I suddenly jumped on his back (but he still caught me) waiting for him to go to the living room. He laughed at the sudden clinginess (he lovedddd it) and walked out of the kitchen. "TO INFINITY AND BEYONDDDD" he shouted sprinting to the living room. And I squealed from the sudden movement.
"Take the remote, babe" he turned so I can take the remote from the shelf.
"Got it" then flopped us on the couch, causing us to laughed. The jump made me cuddle him as the big spoon while his back rested in my front as the little spoon. At first everything was okay, the first 10 minutes of our favorite show was watched at peace but then the shifting began again. Am I making him uncomfortable?
"Babe, what's wrong? You've been doing this everytime we're cuddling today?" I asked him, so done with the feeling I'm getting.
"Uhhh" but to my luck...
*dinggg*
the oven dinged alerting us that the brownies' finished "oh looks like our brownies are done I-I-I'll go get them!" He rushed to the kitchen and I huffed in annoyance.
The rest of the night went smoothly, but I still had the pang of guilt in my heart. I wanted to know what wrong. so enough is enough, I turned my attention away from series to my boyfriend.
"Pete?" He somehow sensed the hurt in my voice and immediately turned to my side cupping my cheeks
"Baby what wrong?" His eyes scanned my face
"N-Nothing it's just- am I uncomfortable?" I didn't know what to say but hopefully he got the message
"W-what? Why would you say that?" The tv was long gone now he caressed my checks with his thumb trying to soothe the tension
"Well, everytime we've been cuddling you'd shift away, I don't wanna sound clingy or anything but y-you've never done that before" suddenly feeling ashamed and embarrassed by question, I couldn't even look at him in the eye. His eyes widened in shock and his face was full of guilt
"Baby it's nothing I swear, you did nothing wrong. He pulled me in so I could sit on his lap, his hands caressed my jaw slightly admiring my features.
"Then what happened?" My voice croaked not believing him by the second.
"Well it's jus-" his cheeks suddenly became darker, the heat risen to the tip of his ears and on his neck. I was confused to why he suddenly got all flustered.
"Pete it's fine, you can tell me" I rested my forearm on his shoulders slightly touching the small hairs that are on the nape of his neck.
"N-no it's just uh ur b-bra is uncomfortable so I just decided to sleep next to y-you inste-ad" he squeaked out, eyes closing from embarrassment. Wait- what?
"What?" A small smile crept on my face, and my mind suddenly pieced everything together, the material of my shirt is rather thin, he hugged my stomach first then I told him to come closer, he shifted a couple times due to the wiring! Oh my god how could I be so stupid?
"Y-Your b-bra, there's nothing wrong with it and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything it's just, I didn't know they put metal on a piece of clothing?" He tilted his head confused.
"Yeah" I nodded laughing "well there's like a wiring around my chest like under my boobs" I showed him the area from his shirt. And I could tell he got even more flustered when I said 'boobs' coz his posture immediately stiffened again.
"We can talk about it pete it's fine, it's normal to communicate in what make you uncomfortable, in fact it's important!" I assured him
"Well I just thought you'd get more comfortable if you were wearing it and if I say something you'd have to take it off or something" he looked down at his lap, I could not believe this boy, he'd think I'd purposely wear a bra even if I didn't have to?
"Believe me, if I didn't have to wear this 'thing' I wouldn't, it's hurts so much at the end of the day since the wiring basically suffocates you" his eyes shot up immediately when he heard 'hurt' and tilted his head.
"Then why would you wear it if it hurts you?" Now it was my turn to get flustered
"Uhh well I just thought maybe you'd get uncomfortable" I nervously laughed
"No no Baby I want you to be nothing but comfortable around me, you don't have to wear you're bra infront of me or when we're hanging out. I looked at him lovingly, proud of how he handled the situation, respectfully and kindly. I leaned in so our lips could briefly touch and mumbled a
"Thanks Pete"
"You're welcome" he replied "now please kiss me" I laughed at his eagerness but Peter didn't have any of it and smashed our lips together.
"Wanna get ready for bed?" He slowly pulled away but right after the words left his mouth he kissed me again
"Yes" we finally pulled away, for real this time. And went or his bedroom. I was already wearing sweats and the thin t-shirt so I was ready to go. Peter came out of the bathroom now in his flannel sweats and a grey t-shirt flopping on the bed and taking me with him. I squealed trying to stop the fall but obviously failing. I stood up again trying to find my bag causing Peter to whine.
"Baaaaabe where are you going?" He whined
"Taking off my bra so we can cuddle, I missed our cuddles since you couldn't give me any today" I fake pouted, taking the bra off and putting it in my backpack. Peter cheeks turned red again turning his head immediately after looking at my laced black bra.
"You okay there hun?" I smirked at his flustered state
"Y-yeah everything's great" he shook his head and grabbed me again, turning us around so he can lay on my stomach
"Better?" I whispered my hands immediately going to his luscious curls.
"Much" he kissed the exposed part of my stomach and covered both of our bodies with his duvet. "I love you" he closed his eyes sighing in content
"I love you too" I replied although I'm not sure he listened since immediately after he talked I heard little snores from him. Finally closing my eyes feeling nothing, but pure happiness.
Idk what this is but I thought of it yesterday and decided to try and make it come to life 😂 tell me ur thoughts! And if u have any requests my inbox is always open :)
Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!
-quacksonlover
#spiderman#peter parker x fem#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker#peter parker fluff#mcu#marvel#sony pictures#imagines#peter parker x reader#fluff#peter#parker#avengers
78 notes
·
View notes
Note
HEY SO IM THE ONE WHO ASKED FOR THE BLUE LION FIRST DATE HCS AND IM SO FHEGSJGfjGFjgWAG IL THEM SM AAAAAAAAAA can u pls write something else with the blue lions??? ill leave it up to u because ur cool like that so this is a blue lions freecard!!!
waking up with them would be like
fire emblem three houses: blue lion boys
ME?? COOL?? it’s less likely than you think
also i decided to do this because i would really like to cuddle dimitri right now
& thank you so much :(((
DIMITRI
if he’s not awake before you are, you’re in for a treat let me tell you now
his face when he’s sleeping is so wholesome. you can see the remnants of the dimitri before the five year gap
so pure, so innocent, bless his little (big??) cotton socks
when he opens his eyes, his face lights up to see you laying next to him
he’s very happy that you’re still there
his arms immediately wrap you tighter into his embrace, savouring the warmth coming from you
i mean this man is probably a human radiator but he just doesn’t realise it
litters kisses up & down your neck and your shoulders until you say something
dimitri has the sleepiest sounding morning voice ever & it’s so wholesome
he gazes at you with so much love
“good morning, my beloved.”
DEDUE
normally, dedue is up before you, not entirely dressed but he’s up and doing things
and by doing things i mean he’s bringing you breakfast in bed
good luck if you want to return the favour, he’s more than happy to do this for you with nothing in return
“your company is all i need, my love.”
...or something sappy like that
the breakfast is probably really good. i mean, this is supreme chef deddie-pie we’re talking about
while you’re eating he just sits next to you, an arm round you while he’s reading a book
occasionally he leans over to kiss you on the forehead like the sweetheart he is
when you’re done he’ll just wrap his arms around you
he gives very warm hugs ok
& you’ll just stay like that for as long as you can
SYLVAIN
does the casual lean-on-one-elbow, hand on your arm, very lovingly stare at your sleeping face thing that every anime/video game heart throb does
gently holds you against his chest & buries his nose in your hair
playfully pretends to eat you the second you wake up & it’s kind of weird but it is funny
it gets sylvain laughing genuinely though so you MUST put up with it
“good morning, darling.”
he’ll never get up before you, so whenever he wakes up before you’re awake he’ll just watch you
or he’ll cuddle you into tomorrow
or maybe he’ll kiss you until you open your eyes, and even then not stopping
either way it’s really cheesy & he wakes you up every morning as though it’s your honeymoon
FELIX
also a cuddler
he will refuse to admit it, but he really enjoys waking up in your arms (or you in his)
felix will fall asleep on the opposite side of the bed, but will ALWAYS end up cuddling you by the morning
when you both wake up in the morning he grumbles about having to wake up every time
not even the promise of a good spar could get him up at this point
he’s too comfortable in your arms, with his head in the crook of your neck
“mmm... five more minutes...”
if it gets so bad he’ll start trying to kiss you to sway your opinion
gentle butterfly kisses on your neck until it starts to tickle you, & then it turns into a full blown tickle war
it ends in the two of you in a laughing mess, and the time being two hours after you were supposed to leave
ASHE
why are all these boys so soft i swear to god
ashe is also a chronic cuddler & won’t let you go during the night so good luck trying to get a drink or something
in the morning, he’ll wake you up with Eskimo kisses & he’ll be playing with your hair
just carefully messing with it in his fingers & tucking strands behind your ears like the hopeless romantic he is
sometimes he’ll be sat up in bed, reading a book, and have you tucked into his side carefully
his hand would just gently pet your head, happy to have you lead next to him
he just thinks you’re really cute ok
when you wake up he’ll just smile & kiss you gently
& he’ll laugh at your bed hair lightheartedly
“good morning... you look like you’ve had a nice sleep.”
dude you guys are so nice to me it’s unreal 😭😭 thank you so much
also i hit 150 followers (i was on 120 before i started these, so that means 30 new followers!! thank you ahh)
#fire emblem three houses#fire emblem three houses headcanons#fe3h x reader#fe3h#fe3h headcanons#dimitri x reader#dedue x reader#sylvain x reader#felix x reader#ashe x reader#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#dedue molinaro#sylvain jose gautier#felix hugo fraldarius#ashe ubert#my posts#headcanons
222 notes
·
View notes
Text
So uh. 😁👍
Pov you tie kaeya up and have your way with him #malewife #biwifeenergy
You walk up to his office door and give the wood a few tough taps with the knuckles or your index and middle finger.
“Come in~”
You open the door and lean against the door frame, staring him down for a few seconds. There he is, Kaeya Alberich, standing at his office desk finishing up his work for the day. You watch as his deep dark blue hair glistens under the warm lamp light, how his rich caramel skin glows in the bright orange illuminance. Your eyes cant help but wander to look at his neck, his wrists, his hands, his waist, his whole figure enticed you as you bite your bottom lip. You had come to your lovers office to inquire about a situation within the adventurers guild, but now that is out of your mind as your thoughts flood with the man at your beck and call under your hips.
“What is it Dear? Catching a view?” Kaeya chuckles as he angles his head up to look you in the eyes, gazing at you from your legs to your waist, your chest to your neck, and your lips finally to your eyes as he breathes a sharp exhale from his nose and smirks.
“Ah uh~ isn’t what you’re… implying a bit unprofessional Miss L/N?”
He smirks and crosses his arms, setting down a file to his desk and making his way around his furniture towards the door where you still stand.
“Seeing as it’s after your work hours Captain, I don’t believe so.” You reply with a toothy smirk as your eyes narrow.
He steps closer to you, and with one hand grabs you by your waist, his hand firm on your curve, pulling you close to him with no space between your bodies. With the other hand he closes the door with a quiet thud.
When the door closes his free hand runs up your body, his fingers dancing on your skin as he comes up to your waist, your shoulder, your neck, and then runs his hand against your cheek and smirks.
He firmly pulls your lips to his, hand on your cheek as he slowly and lovingly presses tender kisses to your lips. His kisses lighten as he kisses your cheek, pecks at your chin, and starts to messily kiss your neck, sucking at your skin then softly kissing the mark and licking it in small circular motions with his tongue before moving onto making another mark. You keep back your moans in your mouth but the sound escapes still in a muffled moan, yet you try to maintain an untouched composure. This isn’t what you were feeling tonight, you wanted something different, something you haven’t tried.
A quiet moan leaves your lips and you move your hands to the starts of his jacket, pushing kisses back hard against his lips as you bring his jacket down to his arms and he lets out a moan against your mouth as you push and take his jacket off and throw it to a corner of the room. Your hands travel to his waist, and you push more into him, leading him back, back, back until you have him bump up against his desk.
“Mm~ what do we have here hm?” He smiles between your kiss, shocked at your rougher than usual behaviour.
“Shh, just let me have this yeah?” You exhale next to his ear and send sparks into his body, butterflies into his stomach.
“Whatever you want dear.” He responds as his kisses come back to your lips. He looms over you a good head taller but it doesn’t stop your determination. You kiss him in return and guide his hips down to the ground motioning for him to sit. He resists your pushes for a moment until one so strong sends him to his knees and you tower over him for once. You take advantage of this moment, his face at your breasts and his face looking at yours with a mix of shock and exhilaration. You smirk and look into his eyes as you change your stance slightly and push your body against his, moving him closer to the desk until he lay against it, your hands pressed flat against the desk as well.
“Be a good boy for me Kaeya, hm?” You say as you look at him biting your lip again as his hands travel back from his lap to the sides of your legs up to the dips in your hips. He nods and lays back comfortably this time, pulling your hips down to him while you resist and remove his shirt until finally giving in and squatting to his level, your hips and your heat hovering above his own. You trail your hands from the desk to his arms making light trail until you reach his wrists. You firmly take his wrists and hold them together with your two hands, then pin them up above his head, tying them to the desk with the ribbon that had previously been tied around your dress. His face is almost pressed to your boobs, only hovering by a few centimetres away before he starts planting soft kisses onto your mounds progressing into hard marks all over your chest. When you finish securing him to the desk, you take a moment to move back, your hands cupping his face as you litter his cheeks and lips with kisses until you pull away, your fingers leaving his chin a few moments after your last kiss landed. You move back about and stand up, looking down at him and the position you had him in. He was sat on the carpet of his office, his stance relaxed but visibly pumping with adrenaline as you notice his pants have developed a noticeable bulge. You look up at the ceiling and sigh in pleasure as you unzip your dress from the side and pull it up over your body, exposing you bare in the room, only your bra and panties covering you.
His eyes widen at the sight and his face flushes with red, visibly struggling with the inability to hold you and have his way with you.
“So quiet, very good my love~” you tell him as you kneel back down to him and hold a hand to his chin.
“This is far from what i expected of you, y/n. What do you plan to do with me now?” He smiles.
“Well, why don’t i show you hmm?” You respond as you push your lips against his then push your hips down onto his, slowly rocking them forwards and backwards, leading to slow circles around his bulge. He leans his head back and shuts his eyes as quiet moans escape his mouth.
“Aah,ngh~ dont be..such a tease y/n..” he says, his voice full of breath and desperation seeping from his tone.
“Im not ready yet, just a bit longer.” You say as you press kisses to his neck, making deep marks and sloppily kissing them after each time as you continue your hip movements.
His moans get louder and whinier as you leave more kisses to his neck and chest, until finally you give into his wordless pleas and reach to the zipper of his pants and undo them until his (hee hee) is exposed. You pull his pants a little farther down his thighs, maintaining your kisses to his neck leading up to his lips and muffling his moans with your mouth until you finally remove his pants entirely, pulling your mouth away from his to breathe but touching your forehead to his as you feel his warm unstable breaths graze your neck. You pull down your underwear and put it aside, then lean closer into him, now sitting up tall looking into his eyes, hovering your entrance above his growth. He whimpers as you tease him, hovering then touching yourself to his tip and then hovering back again, over and over as he tries to lift his hips up into yours, unsuccessful every time. Your legs are shaking at the pleasure, feeling him beneath you and hearing his sounds, feeling his breaths against you and his kisses against your collar bones and your lips. Your pussy throbbing at the thrill of teasing your poor boyfriend. Finally you let him have it, and as he tries again to lift himself up into you, you lower down onto him, his dick rushing up inside of you as your walls tighten around the sudden pressure as you moan loudly and lean your head back, holding onto his chest for balance as you both get your thrusting in sync into a alternating path of slowly and quickly pressing into eachother, your kisses getting hotter by the second. Your legs are weak and Kaeya can feel you about to fall onto him, and as you ease down onto him you both settle onto the floor where you resort to slow circular movements, your clit pushign against him as he hits your sweet spot and you whimper into his mouth at every kiss, the burning in your abdomen and the tension in your walls building as Kaeyas kisses become slower, and his exhales are deep and long, catching his breath before attachinf back to you.
“Y/n..”
“Good.. boy.. nngh~ im almost there~” you reply to his whine as you feel his liquids fill you and spill over the sides of his cock and onto his hips and thighs. This was enough to push you over the edge as you inhale sharply and exhale with a low, long moan that makes his cock twitch and his kisses into your chest all the more passionate as you lean into him to support yourself as the orgasm passes in waves, his dick still in you but rested as to give you a small break, with small light consistent thrusts until you recover enough to receive more power. (haha cliffhanger)
NOTE: ive only ever written smut this once so bear with me i gave up at the end because i was embarrassed and paranoid LMAOOO if you want more i can finish the ending ig have fun your horny kaeya stans also wtf tumblr is so weird with their spacing
#kaeya alberich#genshin kaeya#kaeya x reader#kaeya genshin impact#kaeya alberich x reader#genshin smut#fem reader#restrained#genshin impact kaeya
45 notes
·
View notes
Text
sunflower | kaminari.d
pairing: pro-hero!kaminari denki x pregnant!reader
warnings: pregnancy, very slight mention of nsfw
genre: fluff
au: domestic au, pregnant au, pro-hero au
a/n: repost from my main! i edited this too but im sorry if it’s short frkwhyaoeu
crdts to: @bnha-violetnote for the manga coloring
You sighed as you took another delivery box from the mailman. After signing the form, you thanked the mailman and closed the front door. The box was a medium-sized and has a little weight. You're sure as hell that Denki ordered this online again.
Ever since Denki knew that you're pregnant, he became so sweet and a little protective. Though he doesn't get overreact, he was against the idea of you working. He said that 'A queen should stay inside her castle and relax.' You disagreed at his remark, but agreed to file a maternity leave.
However, when you reached your third trimester, your husband has started ordering and buying kiddies clothes and filling your nursery, which you both decorated, with toys and stuff.
You placed the box filled with baby shirts and clothes and looked at the time. Two hours until your husband will arrive from work. You sat on the couch and turned the TV on. You caressed your now visible baby bump while watching lullabies and other kids videos.
You woke up from the sound of running water inside the shower and immediately knew it was Denki. You didn't notice that he already arrived and carried you to your bed. When you looked up, the bathroom door opened, revealing a hot Denki with only a small towel hanging from his torso down. Droplets of water cascaded from his hair down to his chiseled abs.
"Enjoying what you're seeing, baby?"
You looked up at him and saw that flirty smirk that plastered in his lips. You licked your lips and crossed your arms while leaning into the headrest, shooting a flirty gaze back at him.
"Oh, I'm definitely enjoying the view, mister."
You stared at each other for a good minute and then burst into laughter out of nowhere. You wiped the tears of joy escaping your eyes and stood up to hug your husband.
"How was work, baby?" You looked up at him and smiled, making Denki melt into you. He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around your waste.
"All good, sweetie. How 'bout you?"
You pouted at him. "I was so bored! All I did was just watching TV and decorate the nursery then sleep! Nothing else!" He just chuckled at your remarks and kissed your lips. He pulled a muscle shirt and a cargo short from the closet and made you sit on the bed while watching him get dressed.
"By the way, why are you buying so much baby stuffs!? Some won't even fit inside the nursery room!"
Denki chuckled. "Why? They're cute. I can't help buying them." You rolled your eyes.
"Well, duh. Everything is cute for you."
"Well, you're the cutest of them all."
"Denki! I'm serious! What if we get short of money!?" You glared at him, trying to make him see that you're serious in this matter.
"Don't worry, baby. That won't happen. I won't let that happen. But please allow me to buy stuffs for our baby? You know, it's our first time, and it's my first time being a dad. I just want to give our little princess all I have. I want her to have the best." He lovingly stroked your hair and kissed you on the forehead.
You chuckled at him. "Really? A she?" You both decided to not know what your baby's gender is because you want it to be a surprise. He laughed. "I want it to be a girl. She'll be the sunflower in our family." He smiled softly.
Your gazed softened at him, and you pulled him down, kissing his cheek lightly. He grinned mischievously at you. "Oh, not there, sweetie. Here." He pouted his lips.
You rolled your eyes and gave him a peck on the lips and giggled. Denki whined and pouted, even more, making you jokingly smack his face and chuckled. Denki also chuckled and kissed you on the lips, his face soft and loving. Once you two pulled out from the lack of breath, he placed his forehead on yours and stared softly at you.
"I love you, Y/N. Always."
"I love you too, Denki. Until my last breath."
He hugged you and buried his face on the crook of your neck. You chuckled and noticed the bright red on the back of his neck. "What? Are you still flustered every time I say 'I love you' to you?"
"Shut up!"
#bnha#mha#bnhabookclub#kaminari denki#denki kaminari#kaminari x reader#kaminari x you#denki x reader#denki x you#kaminari denki x you#bnha x you#bnha x reader#mha x reader#mha x you#reogou#reogou library
151 notes
·
View notes
Text
Oh, yeah, I’m starting to just implicate nsfw themes, but nothing major... so... sorta nsfw warning?
Also, if you want Ennoshita, Kinoshita, or Narita, just ask!
HOLY CRAP I HAVEN’T POSTED IN SO LONG, I’VE BEEN WORKING AND DRAWING MORE SO I HAVEN’T HAD THE TIME, IM SO SORRYKJ FKDJSHDS. But here’s some food!
Requests are open: 11/7/20
Breathy Haikyuu boy kithes: Karasuno Edition
Daichi: He only get’s really breathy if it get heated. You guys like to rough yet soft kisses, so you probably get really breathless while he lovingly gazes and how cute you look. He also lives for experimenting with different kisses.
Sugamamawara: It gets really breathy. Like... really breathy. You guys like soft and long kisses, and you guys kinda just do that together for a while, melting into each other’s touch. There’s a lot of sucking on each other’s lips during this so it gets kinda winding. Then you need to breathe(curse the human body) so you two just pant in front of one another.... this gets sugamama a bit turned on, ngl.
Asahi: It never really gets breathy during kisses with you guys. He doesn’t like to make out that much, but instead likes to do short kisses, small pecks or bunny kisses. He just finds it uncomfortable to do it for a long time. He would also be really conscious about if he’s doing it wrong.
Noya: HOLY SHIT. BY THE TIME Y’ALL ARE DONE, YOU GUYS ARE PANTING AND PROBABLY ON THE FLOOR. It get’s super intense, guys. He loves to experiment, so he does things over and over and over, just to get it right. Then when he gets it right, you guys are hooked. Afterwards, you or him lay on top of the other and just listen to each other’s heartbeat.
Tanaka: Tanaka love you so much, it’s great. He loves making out with you, but he doesn’t force it. He starts out soft and slow, just to get a rhythm, and then quickens the pace. He love it when your face is all flushed, especially when you’re lightly panting with a dazed look on your face, since it gives him a sense of satisfaction. Then he pecks you on the cheek to get you something to drink.
Kageyama: The dude’s pretty soft, and doesn’t really get into the concept of making out.... then he gets addicted. They’re pretty soft, slow, and sensual, so it’s not all that breathy. But on rare occasions(usually when he’s clingy), he’ll latch onto your lips with so much force that you need to hum at him or tap out. Also, when you get really winded and breathy, he gets crazed and just dominates you for a while.
Hinata: Oh, it’s pretty breathy if it takes awhile... The both of you are just softly kinda red in the cheeks and panting just a smidge. He puffs out his cheeks and pecks your forehead while releasing all the air with a small *pop* Then y’all giggle and cuddle, it’s fucking adorable.
Tsukishima: He doesn’t like overexerting himself, so the kisses most likely won’t be full on make out sessions, but don’t worry, they happen once in a while. So he like giving pecks or just short kisses. Ohohhohoho, HOWEVER, when it gets hella heated, his slightly sadistic side comes out, and he’s devouring your lips. Biting them, sucking them, everything. Heck, you guys are on the floor sometimes. Every single time, he can’t help but hold you close while you two are panting, and his quick heartbeat soothes your own.
Yamaguchi: He’s too cute. the first time you mention making out, he’s a literal strawberry with his hair. It takes some time for him to get comfortable enough, but when the time comes, the both of you get very into it. He’s lightly supporting your neck, and sucking on your lips very gently. He doesn’t want to do it wrong, so he’s taking it slow. Because it’s slow and sensual, you guys get breathy because you don’t come up for a breath for a bit. Afterwards, you stare at each other with the softest looks and peck each other’s lips before laying down to cuddle.
(Haikyuu Masterlist)
(Main Masterlist)
#haikyu#haikyuu#haikyu!!#haikyu fanfiction#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x self insert#haikyuu x you#daichi sawamura#daichi#sugawara#sugawara koushi#asahi#asahi azumane#noya#nishinoya yu#kageyama#kageyama tobio#hinata#hinata shoyo#tsukki#tsukishima#tsukishima kei#yamaguchi#yamaguchi tadashi#daichi x reader#sawamura daichi x reader#sugawara x reader#asahi x reader#noya x reader#nishinoya x reader
62 notes
·
View notes
Note
Omg what a lovely Football Bucky request 😍 mind doing a continuation where they’re a happy couple now and the team adores them ? Even a little smut if you want 🤭
hiya! I love this lol. i defo wouldn’t have thought of this by myself. i hope you enjoy this yall!
A/N: i have never watched a game of american football nor do i understand the rules of that sport, it just looks like cheater’s rugby. also i didn’t include any smut because its eleven in the morning and i’ve only had one cup of coffee and im sorry its a little shot but god its so sweet.
Warnings: a little bit of angst, some very poetic fluff, self doubt, literally the cutest thing ive ever written no joke.
You waited patiently on the sodden field. The heavy rain had ceased to a light drizzle. It was warm and you skin was soaked and dripping, your jeans sticking to your legs. Bucky was in the changing rooms with his other teammates. Your hair was dripping down your back. You lifted your head to the sky, warm rain misted across your face. It dripped down the column of your neck. You smiled.
Bucky stood at the head of his team, marching across the pitch, ready to retire for the evening. He watched you quietly, you were in a state of pure bliss. Bucky tried to dismiss his team, but the hopeless romantics stood and watched, although they tried to disappear into the background.
Bucky pressed a kiss to your exposed neck. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. Hand in hand, the two of you walked off the field with the rest of the team ogling the happy couple.
The two of you lived in your dorm. Both of you were graduating this year. It worried you. Neither of you knew what you were doing after college. You were saving up for a house and looking for more permanent jobs, and so was Bucky. But you hadn’t had the talk yet. Neither of you knew what your future as a couple looked like, and you were scared that all your years of bliss were going to be over soon.
Bucky, sweaty and sodden, showered in your dorm. You changed out of your soaking clothes and curled up under your sheets. Your good mood turned sour by the impending doom of post graduate life.
Bucky looked over your form, shaking and cold under feather sheets. He curled in behind you, his muscled arms snaking around your waist. His scent overwhelmed your senses and calmed you down. The weight of the world was relieved from your shoulders with every inhale of Bucky. He nuzzled into the back of your neck. pressing soothing kisses to the nape of your neck and across your shoulders, removing the tension from your shoulders with kisses to spine.
“What’s wrong, doll?” He mumbled lovingly into your skin. His voice vibrated through your bones, and the love in his tone surged through you. You twisted in your sheets and turned to gaze into the adoring eyes of your lover.
“Where are you going after this?” You asked with a sad smile.
“Wherever you go, princess,” he assured. His answer scared you, it shook you to the core. Your mouth fell open as you processed his words and formed a response.
“Why? What if I’m not the life you need? What if-”
He cut you off with a kiss, his lips slotting against yours. His tongue danced with yours for just a brief moment before he pulled away. He cupped your tear soaked face and his thumb caressed your cheek lovingly.
“You’ll always be the life I need. You’re what I want.” He pressed his forehead against yours and you both closed your eyes. He took one hands from your cheek and interlocked your fingers. He brought your intertwined hands up to next to your faces. “I’ll put a ring on this finger one day, I swear I will.”
Those were the final words that fell from his oh, so kissable lips before you crashed your mouth against his. The passionate kiss lasted an age before you both pulled away, gasping for breath.
The next afternoon, you were stood in the center of the field once again. The team exited the changing rooms, but Bucky was nowhere to be scene. One of the boys ran up to you with an excited smile.
“He’s waiting for you in there. Hurry.”
You jogged towards the changing rooms. The team gathered outside in silence, listening excitedly. Bucky was sitting on one of the benches. He patted his lap and you obediently balanced yourself on his toned thighs.
“It’s not much, but it’ll do for now,” he whispered. He pulled out a ring, a simple faux gold band that would definitely stain your finger green. A little gold heart stared up at you and you knew that Bucky was the one. It didn’t even fit on your ring finger, so it settled on your middle finger of your left hand. The kiss you shared was sweet. The metal gleamed on your finger as the team screamed and jumped up and down with joy at the sight of the happy couple exited the changing rooms.
The chorus of cheers only grew louder as you shared another quick kiss. This was going to be your life. And you had never been happier.
Bucky would replace that ring with a diamond one day. He promised you that much. He didn’t care how long it took, but he would do it. He would make you the happiest girl in the world, even if it killed him.
25 notes
·
View notes
Note
if prompts are still open can you do 12 “come cuddle” said by levi please. im craving soft levi🥺
Thanks for the request! Sick Levi is soft Levi. Also, I just have a soft spot for sickfics. 💘 I hope you can enjoy. 💕
Word count: 700
Tags: sfw, fluff, caretaking
12. “Come cuddle.”
When Levi was under the weather, his attitude was a contradicting combination. On one hand, he felt the need to maintain his strong exterior. On the other hand, after days of pure exhaustion, that resilience would waver and often times broke him down to a bit of a wimp. Even after your years together, this pattern would not cease for you. In fact, you were the one person he wanted to stay tough for but also the one person he felt he could be himself around.
With one hand full of the day’s purchases, you used the other to give two quick knocks and let yourself inside the infirmary.
The recruit who held your place, their nerves were obvious when you met their gaze. You held the door open and flicked your head to the side, gesturing, “You’re off the hook.”
The soldier did not dare to turn back toward their patient as they left. They only muttered a silent, “Feel better, Captain.” When they sped through the door, you nodded in thanks, feeling a bit of guilt. There was no way to prepare someone for taking care of Levi.
He did not even wait for the door to close before complaining, “Those idiots…” He coughed against his wrist, “I’m sweating through the sheets and they throw another blanket on top of me.”
You offered a sympathetic smile, brushing his bangs aside and placing a kiss on his forehead, “I missed you, too.” Even in this brief touch, you could feel the perspiration on his skin. “You poor thing…”
Indeed, having to sit and watch as he sniffed against his sleeve - trying and failing to relieve his congestion - he was a sorry sight. Now, though, you at least had the supplies that could help. As quickly as you could, you had ventured into town and picked up the essentials. You tugged apart the bag’s handles and let him look inside: tissues, medicine, tea, soup. “Which of these do you want?”
You watched for his reaction. Past his frustration, fatigue, flush, you picked up a glimmer in his expression. Exactly as you had predicted, his edge curved and his voice softened, “Is it possible I could have -” A dry cough cut him off until he cleared his throat, “- all of them?”
When he looked up to you with red and watering eyes, your heart skipped a few beats. Your tone was unfamiliar, more hospitable than ever before, “Of course you can!”
You hastily opened the tissue box, dosed the medicine, steeped the tea, poured the soup. In reality, you were working crazy fast. In your head, however, you felt you were taking forever. Each passing second was one more of his misery. Your urge to take care of him was overwhelming. He could see it in your face, that alone could make him feel better.
Nose blows, pills, drinking tea and soup, the color already started to return to his face. His symptoms were subsiding, his mood was lightening. You sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his shin lovingly, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Captain?” Your special term of endearment, that always seemed to make him feel better.
After a long gulp of tea, he set his cup on the nightstand, “Yeah. There is one thing.”
You lifted your brows, Anything. Levi pat the space at his side, husky whisper both adorable and attractive, “Come cuddle.”
Happy to help, a wholehearted smile spread across your face. With care, you crawled under the sheets and became his big spoon. It was normally the other way around, but after all your past experiences, you knew that Levi secretly adored this position, especially when he was sick.
You reached an arm over his side and pressed your hand to his chest. When he rose and fell, you could feel his lungs’ struggle to breathe clearly. Truthfully, it broke your heart, but you and him both knew he would feel better soon, all thanks to you.
For now, the best you could do was to hold him, scratch his back, and be there, but that was more than enough.
// masterlist //
105 notes
·
View notes
Text
(dis)connected
Rating: T for suggestive content
Pairing: Jeongguk/You
Words: 12,359
Summary: You don’t know if you and Jeongguk will join the group of people who have married one of their connect partners, but what you have right now is fun and carefree. Yeah, you like him, and it seems like Jeongguk likes you, but the two of you have never physically met up, and neither of you have brought it up. You’ve thought about it, but you always chicken out at the last moment, and he’s never even hinted at it, so.
But you’re not worried about it today. You just want Jeongguk to come back. Who could possibly be at the door?
AN: okay so i want to point out to everyone IMMEDIATELY that i originally had a different idea on how i wanted this to go (i.e. cheating which is not something i like writing about/reading) and decided that because i DONT like that i wanted to change the plot HOWEVER... because of this some of the dialogue i think in the beginning kind of still alludes to this? i think i caught most of it, but god knows im shit at rereading my stuff so im sure i missed something. i also think i really started lacking towards the end and for that, i apologize, but i still hope you all enjoy it!
Warnings: there’s the beginning of a strip tease at the beginning, and of course when i write there’s always cussing, there’s also some pretty severe miscommunication (in my opinion, y/n is definitely an idiot but we all have our dumb bitch moments), there’s a small scene about an almost panic attack, and there’s mentions of a car accident that leads to a hospital stay but i don’t mention too much about the implications of that if things like that make you uncomfortable. i think that’s it
You sigh as you flop down on your bed, feet aching and back sore. It’s been a long week and you just want to relax, letting your body melt into the mattress. The city is still sounding out around you, horns honking and the occasional voice drifting up to the window you left open to let as much natural air as you can in. Gumdrop is staring out the screen, chittering at the pigeons roosting on your fire escape.
The loud vibrating of your phone causes you to groan as you kick your heels off, reaching into your purse to grab it. You know who it is without looking at it and while you’re excited to talk to him, you’re still exhausted.
“Hi baby,” Jeongguk greets softly when you answer, the sound transmitting through your earpiece clearly.
You can’t stop the slow exhale you let out, melting even more at his voice, “Hi, Gguk-ah.”
“Oh no, you sound tired. Long day?” Jeongguk asks and you can almost picture him biting his nails.
“Yeah,” you say simply and he hums in understanding.
“We don’t have to connect if you don’t want to, we can just talk like this: old fashioned,” he teases and you laugh a little, slowly getting to your feet.
“No, I want to, I miss you,” you say honestly and you can hear the smile on his face, “Let me get changed and I’ll login.”
“Wait,” he hurries to stop you, just as you’re reaching for the hem of your blouse, “Can I… can I watch?”
You can’t stop the surprised laugh you let out, “Gguk-ah, that’s naughty,” you say, even as you reach for your eye inserts, located right next to your pleasure-morph (i.e., dildo). Priorities.
Jeongguk sounds unashamed as he coos at you, “I can’t help it that you’re so pretty. I’m logged in. Figured we could spend some time in my room today? Unless you wanna stay at yours, I’m good with either.”
“No, yours is good, I like the way it smells,” you admit, wincing at the small sting of the inserts as you blink them in, getting comfortable.
Your vision slowly fades as the nanotech slowly works its way into your system, gradually bringing up the virtual login screen. You hum as you see Jeongguk has sent you an invite and you click it, the bits of Jeongguk’s room and Jeongguk himself starting to pixelate in. You can’t help but reach out and touch him, even if the nanos haven’t yet reached your fingers so you can’t yet feel him yet. But he comes to you, little by little, until his warm skin is right under your fingertips, his smiling mouth meeting yours as he kisses you softly. Lovingly.
“Hi baby,” he says again, a mere murmur really, pulling you close to him as he breathes you in.
Just like that all the exhaustion in your body leaves you as you slump into Jeongguk’s strong embrace, nuzzling against his neck as you hug him back.
“Hi Gguk-ah,” you whisper, head spinning from moving too quickly after logging in.
He’s quiet for a moment, humming a soft tune as he pets at your hair, rocking the two of you from side to side. He holds you until you pull back first, kissing your forehead and then your mouth again, hand sliding down to grip the nape of your neck.
When he lets you step back, his grin turns into a pout as his eyes slide down your form, landing on your feet.
“You already took your heels off,” he whines, tugging childishly at your shirt, “you started without me.”
You cackle as you bat his hand away, letting your hair out of your ponytail and immediately snapping his attention back to your face.
“I didn’t think I was going to have an audience,” you chide and he huffs, crossing his arms as he plops down on his bed.
“You know I love watching you get undressed. It’s like… watching a present unwrap itself in front of me.”
You roll your eyes, popping the first button of your blouse. Jeongguk licks his lips at the hint of breast he sees and you shake your head at him.
“As many times as you’ve seen me naked, you still act like this,” you sigh out, like it’s an inconvenience, even going so far as cocking your hip out, “Honestly, Jeongguk.”
“Baby,” he whines, leaning back on his hands, “leave me alone. It’s not my fault you’re the hottest person I’ve ever seen. Get naked!”
You shake your head good naturedly, moving your hands back to your chest when he chimes in, “Wait! I wanna guess what you’re wearing underneath.”
“It’s nothing special,” you furrow your eyebrows, popping another button just to be contrite.
“Shut up, it’s always spec- oh shit, I see black. Oh God, is it the lacy one? Or the one with the sheer strip on the cups and the little jewel in the center? Fuck, that’s a good one,” he groans and you laugh when you see his cock already starting to get hard, chubbing up in his sweats, “Are you wearing matching panties today? I think I’d lose my mind.”
“Why don’t we find out?” you purr, a lick of arousal shooting through you when you see him shiver at your tone. You pop another button.
“Baby,” he gasps, hand flying down to his cock, cupping it in his hand, “Don’t tease.”
“I’m not teasing,” you pout, popping another button. You have two left, but the way you’re holding your shirt together won’t let him see under it yet.
He bites his lip, squeezing his hand around his cock as you undo the last two. You turn around, giving him a look when he whines softly, the look softening into something coy as you let the blouse slip down your shoulders until it flutters to the floor, leaving you in your bra and skirt.
“Lemme see,” he practically begs.
You hum as you pretend to consider it, tapping a finger against your chin as Jeongguk gets to his feet, approaching you slowly. He kisses the top of your head and then your temple, eyes closed as he trails kisses down your neck, biting at your shoulder. His hands come up to cup your tits and you finally moan, his fingers tweaking your nipples through the material.
“It’s thin,” he comments, eyes still closed, sucking a mark into the dip of your collarbone, “It has to be the sheer one.”
He groans when he opens his eyes and sees he’s right, kneading your tits faster as you shake in his hold.
“Feels good Ggukkie,” you pant, reaching up to thread a hand in his hair.
“Keep going,” his voice has dropped a little, hands insistent as they roam over your tits, fingers dipping into the cups to roll your nipples between them directly.
“Any guesses on panties?” you’re breathless, Jeongguk’s eyes gazing down the slope of your breasts and stomach to the way your other hand is teasing the waistband of your skirt.
“Not matching,” he says, almost immediately, “Or you wouldn’t be asking.”
“I wouldn’t?” you grin, pressing your ass back into his cock.
“No,” he sounds confident, as he reaches up to your back and undoes your bra, running reverent fingers down your arms to help you take it off. The full heat of his hands on your sensitive tits has your back arching, “Is it the green pair with the lacy back and little bow on the front? The pair that make me want to eat your ass like a sundae?”
You giggle, turning your head to nose under his jaw, “Let’s see. Undo the zipper.”
He breathes out heavily against your wet skin and causes goosebumps to scatter. He hisses when his own hand brushes his cock in search of your zipper, but he finally manages to tug it down, and the sound is almost deafening. You have a hold of the skirt still so it doesn’t fall immediately, even though it’s tight enough that that wouldn’t be an issue. But you know Jeongguk is a dirty cheater and would try and shove it down.
Jeongguk makes a confused sound as you step away from him but you smile to yourself, glancing at him over your shoulder as you shimmy your hips, the fabric shifting down until-
“Red,” he breathes out, mouth dropping open as he gapes at you.
He groans as you continue to shimmy your hips and push the skirt down at the same time, letting the material pool around your feet as he gets a great look at your ass. Because you’re wearing a thong.
“You’re so hot,” he says, almost to himself, “God, look at you, like a fuckin’ wet dream.”
Despite yourself, you blush.
“This isn’t what I had planned, but c’mere,” he commands and you listen, turning around and padding your way to him.
His arms slide around your waist and turns you smoothly at the same time, crowding against you until you fall onto his bed with him on top of you. You whimper when the hard planes of his body press entirely into yours and your legs fall open to let him settle more comfortably between them, cock rocking up against your leaking pussy.
“Wanna fuck you,” he groans, attaching his mouth to the side of your neck, “Is that okay? Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, “Want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”
Jeongguk growls, reaching down to tug your panties to the side as he reaches into his sweats to carelessly pull his cock through, when a knock sounds out. You both stop, Jeongguk pushing himself up to look confusedly at the door.
“Is that- is that logged in or real life?” you pant, trying to catch your breath and bearings from the 180 change in mood.
“Real life I think but… I wasn’t expecting anyone,” his face shines with sincerity and apology as he turns back to you, ‘Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
You pout, sliding a hand down your stomach and thumbing your clit, eyelashes fluttering, “Hurry up or I’ll start without you.”
He responds with a panicked look and a hurried kiss, before he reaches quickly for his eyes as another knock comes, “This could not have been worse timing!”
You giggle as he unlinks, his nanotech disappearing in a blink. Contrary to your teasing, you don’t play with yourself. You do settle yourself more comfortably in his bed, burrowing into his pillows as you kick his blankets to the end of the bed so your skin is pressed against the cool material of his sheets.
This… thing… with Jeongguk isn’t weird so much as it was unexpected. Connecting by all means isn’t weird and is in fact revolutionary, allowing people to meet up and hook up (“connect”) through a sort of VR world, where only consensual sex is allowed and there’s no worry about pregnancy or diseases. A lot of people even tend to meet their spouses through connecting now. The sex toys are fantastic and you’ve clocked many hours with your pleasure-morph with it set to Jeongguk’s specifications (he’s told you with no discretion that he doesn’t think he’d survive without his pleasure-morph of your own sweet cunt. His choice of words, not yours.)
You don’t know if you and Jeongguk will join the group of people who have married one of their connect partners, but what you have right now is fun and carefree. Yeah, you like him, and it seems like Jeongguk likes you, but the two of you have never physically met up, and neither of you have brought it up. You’ve thought about it, but you always chicken out at the last moment, and he’s never even hinted at it, so.
But you’re not worried about it today. You just want Jeongguk to come back. Who could possibly be at the door?
You don’t get your answer because Jeongguk’s room disconnects, the bed sinking down and disappearing beneath you. You blink at nothing, the login screen flashing in front of you as you try to gather your bearings. You hesitate in disconnecting, confused as to what happened. Maybe Jeongguk accidentally disconnected in his haste to get back to you? But, after a minute of hovering in nothing, a little ball sinks in your stomach, and you disconnect yourself, letting the nanotech draw back into your eye inserts before you remove them.
You’re laying on your bed, still dressed, Gumdrop still yelling at the pigeons on your fire escape. The city is still moving down below and it’s disorienting to you, for some reason. You keep expecting a message from Jeongguk, as you disrobe and shower and make dinner and wash your face and get ready for bed and-
Nothing comes in. You settle into bed, feeling quite pathetic as you check your phone in an almost obsessed fashion, but there’s nothing. Gumdrop curls up near your face and you appreciate her awareness, petting through her fur to hear her sweet purrs. The little ball has only grown.
-
There’s nothing in the morning, or in the afternoon, or even for the next three days. You feel the worst the first day, still riding the high of the sudden disconnection, and by the third day you’re just… sad. Being ghosted by Jeongguk was not a thought you had ever entertained. You figured if you and Jeongguk ever stopped disconnecting it would be because either of you met someone or just got bored. But just to be dropped like this cuts more than you thought it would.
As you’re playing with a laser pointer with Gumdrop, your phone chirps. You’ve resigned yourself to not hearing from Jeongguk and it’s probably just Seokjin sending you pictures of his dinner again, so you’re not eager to get up and check it when Gumdrop is having the time of her life.
You remember to look at your messages as you plug your phone in for the night, and it’s like someone kicked you in the stomach when Jeongguk’s name pops up.
from: ggukkie ♡
Please just give me time, baby, please.
You sit there for a moment as Gumdrop claims the middle of your bed, purring as she makes herself comfortable because honestly, what the fuck does that mean?
-
“Yeah fuck him,” Seokjin says easily the next day when the two of you are meeting for lunch.
“Seokjin,” you chide and he shoots you an unimpressed look from over the top of his rice bowl.
“No, fuck him,” he says a little more vehemently, “First the unexplained disconnection, which, by the way, can physically make a person sick, and then he ghosts you, the most cowardly thing you can do, and then he sends you that vague ass text? What the fuck does that even mean? Give him time? For what? To get his foot out of his ass?”
His voice has started raising in his anger and even though it’s slightly embarrassing, as people throw him confused looks, it’s completely overshadowed by the appreciation you feel for him. Seokjin has always been fiercely protective of you and had actually beat the fuck out of one of your ex-boyfriends when he started becoming abusive.
“I know,” you sigh, glancing down at your own food and realizing you’re not that hungry, “I just… I just want to know why.”
“Closure,” he nods, sagely, before loudly slurping up some noodles.
You nod, deciding you at least want one of his dumplings. Seokjin must realize how terrible this whole thing has made you feel, because he doesn’t even try to stop you, and it makes you smile almost sadly.
-
from: ggukkie ♡
I understand you’re upset, but please just let me explain.
It’s been about a week since his last text and a week ago, during lunch with Seokjin you would have jumped at the chance to let Jeongguk explain. Now though, you’re mad, and you don’t want to hear it. You’re too old for childish games, especially with someone you weren’t even officially dating, and you’ve decided to let it go. You swipe his message away, deciding that instead of connecting you’re going to go out to an old fashion bar. You’re not planning on hooking up with anyone, because you’ve stopped taking your birth control since it started really messing with your hormones, but you want to enjoy the vibes.
You text Seokjin asking if he wants to meet you, but he apologizes and tells you he already made plans with his family. He sends you an encouraging selfie and you laugh, but you make it your lock screen because it’s a really good picture of him.
The bar is about half an hour from your apartment and it’s surprisingly packed considering the popularity of connecting. But you guess sometimes you can’t beat face to face interactions. A few people give you once overs as you walk in and you give them polite smiles in return, but now that you’re here you just want a drink.
The bartender serves you your drink quickly and you smile at him as you turn in your seat, surveying the space. A lot of people are walking around, taking advantage of the darts and pool tables set up, laughing and drinking with their friends. It’s nice to see. While you’re an advocate for connecting, even with your unsavory disconnection with Jeongguk, it still lacks intimacy. You and Jeongguk have connected all over the world, logging into a beautiful hotel in Paris and a quaint little house in the suburbs of Japan and a skyrise apartment in New York, went snorkeling in the Bahamas and hiked to Machu Picchu and went on a cruise to Alaska, all in the time you connected.
But none of it was real. You sigh heavily as you take another drink while the bartender passes by and catches it.
“Rough day?” he asks, stopping in front of you with a few bottles in his arms.
“No, it’s just been… yeah, a rough day,” you end up going with, followed by a small self-deprecating laugh.
“Do you want something else to drink? Something a little stronger?” he asks, nodding at your almost empty glass.
“No, same thing, please. I’m just looking to relax, not get shit-faced. I really don’t want to deal with a hangover,” you grimace and he laughs, throwing his head back and almost losing his balance. You worry about him for a second, but he quickly straightens himself, turning an almost blinding eye smile on you.
“College kids come in here and blow through a hundred dollars just in liquor and it makes me not miss my partying days. Let me stock these and I’ll get you a refill.”
He’s cute. You’re not interested, in the slightest, but you have eyes and you know he’s cute. He throws you a quick wink and hustles off, talking to someone just down the bar. You nurse the last bit of your drink, enjoying the music and chattering behind you, letting yourself sink into the atmosphere.
“Jeon Jeongguk!”
You pause for a moment, glass raised halfway to your mouth. No way. There’s no way life works like that; you’re not so lucky to get your serendipitous moment. You turn to look at the woman who’s just stormed into the bar, mouth twisted into a fierce scowl. You try not to be conspicuous and only follow her with her eyes, trying to see where she’s headed. It has to be a different Jeon Jeongguk, it just has to be-
Your breath catches when you see him. It is him. Jeon Jeongguk. Your connecting partner, who ghosted you almost two weeks ago, and who looks super unhappy sitting in a booth by himself. He looks even unhappier to see the woman, his face morphing to match her scowl.
Your breathing has quickened as you watch them, the woman sliding into the booth across from him and flinging her hands around. How did you not see him when you walked in? You may have been slightly distracted, in your night of slight grieving, but you know you gave the place a once over when you arrived. You’ve spent two weeks mourning the lack of Jeongguk’s presence and then cursing his existence. How could you have missed him?
You have to leave. You have to go right now, before he somehow sees you. You don’t want to talk to him, you absolutely cannot talk to him. If there’s one thing you know about yourself, it’s that Jeongguk’s doe eyes would make you commit unfathomable sins. If he looks at you now, in this moment in time, in this place, you’ll cave.
You have to go. You have to leave-
You stand hastily; too hastily. The man sitting beside you, who’s been pounding back beers like it was his last day, is standing too and you run right into him, sending the both of you tottering.
“Sorry!” you gasp, trying to straighten him and yourself as you realize how loud your collision had been, “I’m so sorry! I was just trying-”
The guy is grumbling at you, eyes bloodshot as he glares at you, and the hair on the back of your neck is standing up. Not at the look the guy is giving you, you could care less about him, but because you hear angry shuffling behind you. The voices are whispering rapid fire at each other and you think you can hear what sounds like hands gripping at clothes and quick footsteps and-
“Y/N…?” his voice sounds exactly the same as you remember.
Your eyes squeeze shut, heart slamming into your ribcage. You feel bile rise to your throat as your fight or flight instincts kick in, and you want so badly to run, to not look at him and pretend this isn’t happening. You’re so close to doing it, to running out of the bar and away from him, but you can hear a little voice in the back of your head that sounds suspiciously like Seokjin. “Fuck him.” The more you think about it, the more you agree: fuck him.
You turn slowly, to see Jeongguk standing just a few feet behind you, eyes impossibly wide and fingers twisting the hem of his shirt. He’s dressed casually, more casually than you, and you’re not sure if it’s a trick of the light, but his cheeks look a little sunken in. The woman who had charged in after him is standing behind him, fuming, physical steam almost coming out of her ears as she tries to get his attention.
“Jeongguk,” you say, your tone much more cool than you feel.
Jeongguk must be able to tell because his eyes bounce around your form, seemingly unable to figure out where it’s safe to look, “How, um… how have you been?”
“Jeongguk,” the woman behind him hisses, reaching out to grab at his arm, and he roughly shrugs her off, sending her a fiery glare over his shoulder.
“I’ve been better,” you say, a tad cold, “I would ask how you’re doing, but I don’t honestly care.”
He flinches and immediately grows desperate, reaching out towards you, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Y/N baby, please, just let me explain-”
You smack his hand away from you and the hurt on his face is so palpable it manifests in your own chest, “I don’t want to hear it, actually. I’m over it.”
You’re aware that the three of you are starting to cause a scene, the woman still trying to get Jeongguk’s attention and Jeongguk resolutely ignoring her, entirely focused on you. You’re getting a bit embarrassed by all the attention, but you realize this is something you need. Seokjin had said it best: closure.
“I don’t blame you, I don’t! But please, baby, just-”
“Stop calling me that!” you snap, “You - you lost that right, Jeongguk. Do you know how foolish I felt? After we disconnected? Three days, Jeongguk, wondering and worrying if you were okay, and when you do text back it’s to ask for time? Time for what?”
You run a quick hand through your hair, huffing out a laugh when you pathetically feel tears spring to your eyes, “I deserved better. I understand we were just connecting, or whatever-”
“No!” Jeongguk lurches towards you, a seemingly mindless reaction because he seems surprised by it, but recovers quickly, “Don’t say that, please. It was more than connecting for me, you have to believe me!”
The woman behind him lets out an indignant huff, apparently tired of being ignored and watching whatever is happening between you, “That’s enough Jeongguk, honestly. Do you hear how pathetic you’re being right now? Let’s just go home and talk about us and-” she reaches for him, again, but Jeongguk bodily dodges her hand.
“Ina, take a fucking hint!” he growls, turning on his heel to stare her down. Ina rears back, eyes widening in shock at the vicious tone he’s taken with her, “What part of “we’re not getting back together” do you not understand?”
Her face clouds over and she snarls out, “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?!”
Jeongguk’s laughs, but there’s absolutely no humor in it, “Sorry? You cheated on me! You can’t say sorry for that!”
“Hey!”
The handsome bartender from earlier is leaning threateningly over the bar counter, his cellphone in hand, “Take it outside before I call the cops for a public disturbance.”
Ina looks like she’s about to snap something at him, but you stride over to the counter as you pull some money out of your purse, thankful that Seokjin had been an old man and paid you back for buying his lunch with cash. Who even carries cash on them anymore?
“I’m so sorry,” you say in a quick, hushed tone to the bartender, “Keep the change, a tip, we’re leaving now.”
“Are you okay?” he asks you, quickly, before you can leave, stopping you with a gentle hand on your wrist, “Do you need me to call you someone?”
You realize you’re shaking, and you give him a genuine smile at his concern, “I’m okay, thank you.”
He doesn’t let go for a few more seconds, but finally nods, watching the three of you intently as you stalk out of the bar, Jeongguk following desperately behind you and Ina stomping after him.
“Y/N, can we please-” Jeongguk tries but you continue to stalk down the road, “Please!”
“Jeongguk, just leave her alone, it’s obvious she doesn’t care about you!”
The words fly out of your mouth before you’ve even thought about them, “Don’t you fucking tell me how I feel about Jeongguk! You don’t know me! You don’t know anything about Jeongguk and I’s relationship and from what it sounds like,” you spit out, glaring at her, “you don’t care about Jeongguk either.”
You didn’t realize how close you’d gotten to Ina until Jeongguk is stepping between you, hands held up placatingly. You wonder what you’re hearing until you realize it’s you, that you’re panting heavily, almost like you’re about to have a panic attack.
“Baby, look at me,” Jeongguk says softly, “It’s okay, don’t worry about her, just look at me, focus on me. Regulate your breathing or-”
“Jeongguk,” Ina says behind Jeongguk and Jeongguk turns sharply to face her. It makes her mouth click shut with an audible click.
“Ina, shut your goddamn mouth,” he growls, sending a fearful shiver down your spine at the absolute malice in his voice. When he turns back to you, his face has smoothed back out and his voice has softened, “Count as you breathe, let’s do four counts okay?”
Jeongguk talks you down, holding eye contact as he walks you through the counts, not touching you but his hands clearly available if you need them. It’s a little embarrassing, but it’s not something Jeongguk hasn’t seen before.
“There we go. Feeling okay?” Jeongguk asks sweetly, eyes tracing over your face like he can’t get enough of it.
“A little tired,” you admit, before you take a conscious step back, “I should probably go home.”
The desperation returns to Jeongguk’s eyes at the deliberate space between you two and the way you’ve closed your body off to him with your arms crossed in front of your chest. He ignores Ina standing behind him, who hasn’t said anything since his outburst but hasn’t left either.
“Yeah, it’s late,” he says, voice resigned but the sadness evident on his face, “Do you want me to order you an Uber?”
You shake your head, pulling your phone out to do it yourself, and Jeongguk doesn’t take his eyes off you, ordering his own Uber.
“Y/N,” he says, and you brace yourself for more begging, but he just says, “Would you… would you please let me know when you get home safe? I won’t even text you back or anything, I just- I just need to know you get back okay.”
You look at him for a moment, really look at him. In the bar you had been eager to get away from him and so you had noticed the sunken cheeks and the casual clothes, but now, you really take him in. His hair is longer, curling cutely around his ears as he pushes it out of his eyes. His tattoos are real, not a customized skin he purchased for connecting, and though most of them are hidden, you can see the ones inked across his knuckles and on the back of his hand. His eyes are round and sparkly in the shitty street light, boring holes into you as he refuses to look away from you.
This is the Jeongguk you’ve been connecting with for weeks, months, with the sweet eyes and sweeter voice, and you can feel the love you have for him throbbing almost painfully in your heart, desperate to understand. Desperate to ask why?
You give him a minute nod, letting him know you’ll do that, and he doesn’t even try to hide the relief on his face.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, raking his hands through his hair again. You realize how oily it is and you wonder if he’s been taking care of himself properly.
Your Ubers arrive at the same time and though you don’t want to, the sadistic part of you lingers for a moment, digging through your purse with a thinly veiled excuse at making sure you have everything, to watch them leave together.
They don’t. Jeongguk opens the door for Ina and gestures her inside. She looks smug, like she’s won something, and you wish you could see the look on her face when Jeongguk shuts the door without getting in. He gestures something to the driver and the Uber takes off, and you get a sick sort of satisfaction seeing a brief moment of absolute incredulousness on her face as she passes under a lamppost.
You turn to look at Jeongguk, who’s watching you with his hands shoved in his pockets. You feel so confused and you’re so tired from the rush of adrenaline your almost panic attack had given you, that you can feel tears welling up again.
“What about you?” you ask, voice shaky, and Jeongguk frowns at you.
“I’ll just get another one. Please go home, it’s late and you sound tired,” he steps closer, hesitantly, and you allow it.
“I am tired. I’m so tired, Jeongguk,” you sigh, wiping some moisture away from your eye, before you open the door and slide inside.
You don’t look at him again, as the door shuts softly. But you’re weak, and you’ve always been weak. As the car pulls away from the curb, you turn in your seat to see Jeongguk standing under a solitary light, watching your car drive away with his hands still in his pockets, and you cry.
By the time you get home, you’re so exhausted you can barely keep your eyes open. You do a half-assed job of cleaning your face and you don’t bother putting on pajamas after you undress so you just crash onto your bed. Almost all the tension in your body flooding out of you as you sink into your duvet.
You glance at your phone, plugged in on your bedside table, and drag it to you. You sent him a simple text, just a home, and there’s a little read checkmark beneath the phone. He said he wouldn’t text you back and he hasn’t and even though he kept his word, it hurts, and you cry again.
-
You didn’t drink so you wouldn’t have a headache but unfortunately, crying yourself to sleep has left you dehydrated and with puffy eyes. You thought you were over it but seeing Jeongguk in person last night had just smashed that little glass jar you were trying to bottle your feelings in and you don’t know what to do. And what the fuck was Ina’s problem?
You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as you toss your phone back and forth in your hands, deliberating. A few texts couldn’t hurt, could they? You have questions, and you want answers to them. Closure. He said he wanted to talk, so, you’d let him talk.
Hopefully you’d come out of it in one piece.
Your text is simple enough, just I have questions, and it warrants an almost immediate response.
from: ggukkie ♡
Of course baby whatever you want to know, ask
Now that he’s opened the door, you’re drawing a blank, because there’s so much but how do you ask? How do you ask him why you weren’t good enough?
from: ggukkie ♡
Can I call you?
That feels like too much, like you’re opening yourself up to him for him to take advantage of you. But… you press the phone icon before you can second guess yourself and you’ve barely gotten it up to your ear when it connects.
“Y/N…?” he asks, almost sounding afraid, like someone is playing a trick on him and it’s not actually you on the line.
“Jeongguk,” you greet and he lets a deep exhale out in response.
“Sorry, I just… need a second,” he whispers, voice shaky, and you wonder for a moment if he’s crying, or close to it.
You don’t say anything and the silence stretches on, burrowing under your skin and pricking at your nerves, your heart beating wildly in your chest. You hear a few sniffles on his end and it confirms your fear, that he’s crying softly to himself.
“I didn’t think you’d talk to me again,” he finally admits, still whispering, voice stuck in his throat, “I thought watching you leave last night that that was it, that it was officially over for us.”
His words have your own tears springing forth and you’re so tired of this, this game you two have been playing for the past few weeks.
“Why?” you sob out and Jeongguk breaks down on his own end.
“Baby, please don’t cry,” he begs but it makes it worse, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Gumdrop meows loudly from the living room and you hear the jingle of her collar as she pitter patters down the hallway to you, spurred on by your cries. She’s already purring by the time she jumps up on your bed, headbutting into your hand to pet her.
“Who is she?” you ask, hands curling into your comforter.
“Ina’s no one,” he’s quick to assure you, “She’s an ex, and an ex for a reason. Ina doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.”
“She doesn’t seem to think so,” you bite out, “She followed you to the bar and she must have followed you for a reason.”
Jeongguk is silent for a few moments and your heart plummets. Finally, he lets out a shaky sigh.
“My brother got into an accident, that day,” he finally says, voice void of any emotion.
It feels like someone crushes your heart with a sledgehammer, knocking the air out of you. You don’t say anything, can’t, and Jeongguk continues.
“The knocking was, um… my mom,” Jeongguk stops for a moment, choked up, “She came to get me, so we could go to the hospital. It was a pretty serious accident and we’ve been trying to clear up a lot of things with insurance and his work.”
“Gguk…” you cry, pressing a hand to your eyes as Gumdrop cuddles up in your armpit, purring up a storm.
“Mom and dad have been staying with him as much as they can,” he continues, “and I’ve… I’ve been taking care of his daughter.”
You feel awful. This whole time you’ve assumed that he was ghosting you, when really he had been dealing with some serious family issues and you… had been a complete asshole to him about it.
“Is Jeongyun okay?” you croak out, turning onto your side and curling around Gumdrop.
Jeongguk is silent for a moment, before he says softly, “He suffered some pretty serious spinal injuries and they’re… they’re not sure if he’ll ever be able to walk again…”
“Oh Gguk-ah,” you sob, pressing a hand over your eyes like that’s going to staunch the tears.
“Yeah…” he says simply, because what else do you say when your entire world is crumbling down around you?
“How’s his daughter?”
“Confused,” he says, “she’s only six and we haven’t let her go visit him, so she’s constantly asking where her dad is. I’m just… not sure what to tell her, and I don’t know how to explain the situation to her.”
“That’s understandable,” you assure, “I couldn’t imagine trying to comprehend how hurt my dad was. What’s her name?”
“Iseul,” he tells you, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he says it, “she’s beautiful, and funny, and smart. Looks a lot like Jeongyun.”
“And… and her mom?”
“She decided she couldn’t handle taking care of a child and she and Jeongyun decided it was best if she wasn’t around at all. The agreement works for both of them, I think she moved out of the country for her job actually, I’m not sure. Iseul doesn’t seem to care, but we’re waiting for her to start asking about her one day, especially now that she’s started school.”
“I’m glad things have worked out for them. It’s good to hear that their split sounds amicable,” you say softly, patting at the residual tears on your cheeks, running your fingers down Gumdrop’s spine.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk heaves out a heavy sigh, “it’s been tough. We all try to pitch in to babysit Iseul when Jeongyun has to work, so I see her a lot.”
“Are… are you with Iseul now?” you ask, wondering if you’ve put Jeongguk in an uncomfortable position demanding answers when he’s trying to take care of his family.
“No, mom and dad watched her last night. But moms dropping her off tonight so they can go to the hospital.”
You hum, letting the silence drag on. It’s almost nice… nostalgic in a way that memories shouldn’t feel only being two weeks old. But it almost feels normal, like how you and Jeongguk used to talk. If you had known Jeongguk had lived close by, you might have asked to meet in person sooner, but you had grown so comfortable in what you two had that you hadn’t wanted to rock the boat. Now, you kind of wish you had.
You can’t help but ask, “What does Ina have to do with all this?”
Jeongguk groans in disdain and you want to laugh, as you can imagine the arm he has thrown over his eyes, “She’s a pain in the ass. Mom must have told her mom about the accident and Ina must have thought this would be our way of "reconnecting."”
Jeongguk huffs and you smile a sad little thing as he continues, “Our parents have been friends for years and they finally introduced us at the start of college when they learned we got accepted to the same one. We didn’t date immediately, we actually didn’t start until our senior year and well… you heard last night. She cheated on me.”
You frown on your end, and he continues, “It’s been a few years and I’m over it, but I guess she’s not. I don’t really care though, I have no interest in being with her.”
You nod, aware he can’t see you, but unsure of what else to say. He’s answered all of your questions and now you just feel like a fool. All of this could have been avoided if you had just asked, but instead, you had let yourself make assumptions and caused yourself, and Jeongguk, unnecessary pain.
“Baby…?”
“Sorry, I’m here,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to Gumdrop’s head, thankful for her support.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, softly, almost like he’s afraid of what you’re going to say.
“I’m thinking that I’m a fucking idiot,” you chastise yourself, and Jeongguk hums in discontent over the line.
“You’re not an idiot,” he counters and you snort a self-deprecating sound, “it’s okay, I understand-”
“Shut up, it’s not. Gguk-ah I’m so sorry, I should have- I don’t know what I should have done. Listened? Gave you time like you asked?” you’re back to crying, softly this time, frustrated with yourself.
Jeongguk coos at you, “Baby, it’s okay, I’m not mad. I just… I just miss you.”
“I miss you too,” you admit, “so much.”
“If- If you have time, I’d like to connect-”
“No,” you cut him off and he trails off, heaving a sigh.
“Ah, sorry, I must have misunderstood-”
“I want to see you, in person,” you finish and he trails off again, “we have to live semi close to each other, if we were at the same bar last night, right? I’d like to actually see you again, if you’re okay with it.”
“Okay with it? Baby, I’d love to see you in person again. Tonight, if you want,” Jeongguk offers and you’re surprised, to say the least.
“But, you’re going to have Iseul tonight,” you remind him.
“And? Y/N, I don’t think you realize how much you mean to me. I wanted to introduce you to my family one day anyway, why not start with her?”
You’re quiet for a moment, and Jeongguk misinterprets the silence, “If you don’t feel comfortable with it, we can meet up somewhere-”
“Do you want me to bring anything?” you interrupt, and you can practically see the smile on his face.
-
“I don’t go out with you for one night and all this shit happens,” Seokjin gripes in your ear piece and you giggle, bundled up on the subway as you head to Jeongguk’s apartment.
Jeongguk doesn’t live particularly close to you, but it’s not a long subway ride. He, apparently, had picked that bar because he thought it was far enough from his apartment that Ina would leave him alone. And well, that didn’t exactly work out for him.
“Yeah it was a wild night, I’ll say that,” you agree, purse snug in your lap. Jeongguk had told you not to worry about bringing anything and you feel vaguely weird being empty handed.
“Are you sure about this?” Seokjin asks you, “About giving him another chance? I don’t think he’s lying but…”
You smile, always appreciative of your best friend, “I am. I should have just heard him out in the first place and these past two weeks would never have happened. I’ve missed him, so much Jinnie.”
“I know, I just worry about you. I’ll still fight him if you need me too! I haven’t been going to the gym for nothing you know,” you can just imagine Seokjin exaggeratedly flexing his biceps and you laugh, perking up when you hear the announcement for your stop.
“I know and you’re getting so thick I think I’m starting to find you attractive,” you tease, fighting your way off the train.
“Starting? Ha! You’ve always found me hot, don’t even try to lie. Hopefully Jeongguk knows he’s always going to be second fiddle when I’m around.”
You roll your eyes good naturedly, “How does Mina put up with you?”
“I dick her down good enough that she can ignore anything else I say. Also, I cook. Do you know she got mad at me the other day? Told me I’m trying to fatten her up so no one else will want her, as if she still wouldn’t be the hottest babe in town, honestly.”
You smile at how in love Seokjin sounds just thinking about his girlfriend, “You are so dramatic. I’m going to go before you wax poetic about Mina’s ass.”
“Hey, I love her for more than just her body! Did I tell you she beat me at thumb wrestling the other day? She also kills all the bugs I don’t want to touch. She’s going to be the mother of my children all while being a boss bitch at work. Oh! She’s applied for a promotion and she’s a shoe in. If she doesn’t get it, I’m going to burn her work down,” Seokjin drones, sounding so serious for a moment you don’t doubt that he will.
“I’m sure she’ll get it, she’s so good at her job! They’d be dumb not to give it to her. I’m going to check in with her later, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? It’s half-priced smoothies, don’t forget!”
Seokjin makes an exaggerated moaning sound and you laugh, hanging up on him. It’s a ten minute walk to Jeongguk’s apartment from the subway and the closer you get, the stronger the butterflies in your stomach stir. It’s not nervousness, but excitement. You’re so excited to see Jeongguk you think you’re going to be sick.
HIs apartment doesn’t have a buzzer, so you walk in and up the stairs. Thankfully, he only lives on the second floor, so you aren’t wheezing by the time you reach his door. You bite your lip as you ring his doorbell, immediately hearing what sounds like someone running.
The door swings open quickly and you barely have time to open your mouth before Jeongguk has hoisted you into the air, crushing you to him.
“Oh,” you gasp, arms wrapping tight around him as you’re knocked off your equilibrium for a moment, “Gguk-ah, what-?”
He has his face buried in your neck, staying still in the doorway and leaving you two looking like a couple of idiots to anybody who could potentially walk by. But you don’t really care about that when you register how warm he feels under you, his hair brushing against your nose and smelling like strawberry shampoo. His sweatshirt is soft in your hands and you run a hand up and down his back when you feel him shaking against you slightly.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispers wetly into your skin.
You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the tears well up in them as you hold onto him tight, glad to be there too.
When Jeongguk finally sets you down, his eyes are red rimmed. He’s close to tears but he’s smiling, his hands coming up to frame your face and tilt it towards him.
“Hi baby,” he sighs, eyes darting across your face, thumps sweeping under your eyes lovingly.
You thought it would feel weird, seeing him in person, actually seeing him instead of connecting. But it doesn’t. Nanotech is advanced and the body under your fingertips doesn’t feel any different in the flesh than it did simulated but knowing it’s Jeongguk, that it’s really him, causes your heart to beat faster.
“Gguk-ah,” you smile, though you’re a little embarrassed at how intently he’s staring you down, trying to hide your face.
“Aw, is my baby getting shy?” he teases, pulling you closer to him so he can shut the door, “That’s so cute.”
“Stop,” you whine, letting Jeongguk help you out of your windbreaker and step out of your shoes, as he laughs at you.
He pulls you farther into his apartment, which looks so clean you think you could eat off the floor. Jeongguk leads you to the living room, softly pushing you down onto his couch and practically diving onto you. You squeal a little as you two bounce and it morphs into a giggle as Jeongguk wraps tight arms around you, turning his head so he can place his ear right on top of your heart.
It’s a position you’ve been in many times with him. Jeongguk is an avid post-coitus cuddler, wrapping himself like an octopus around you as he basks in the afterglow. He liked the closeness, he told you once, the retained intimacy afterwards that helped with his headspace. You never minded because you like cuddling too, and you like running your hands through his hair and brushing soft fingers down his cheek and neck.
Jeongguk sighs heavily on top of you and you can feel the tension slowly easing out of his body, his arms going lax and his slow blinks, staring unseeingly at the TV.
“You look tired, Gguk-ah,” you say softly and he hums into your neck, pressing the softest kiss against your skin.
“I… didn’t sleep well, last night,” he admits and your heart aches, knowing you were the reason, that you were adding unnecessary stress to his already stressful situation.
“Take a nap, baby,” you encourage, and Jeongguk glances up at you. Jesus Christ, those eyes; they hold the entire galaxy in them, “I’ll wake you up before Iseul gets here.”
“Mom’s dropping her off at five,” he mumbles, already starting to drift.
You kiss the top of his head, squeezing him a little as you say, “Okay, I’ll wake you up half an hour before then. Sleep.”
Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, but the smile on his lips is sweet.
It’s a good two and a half hour nap, and you spend the time just (a little creepily, you’re willing to admit) watching him, eyes tracing over his face like you can’t get enough. And you truly can’t.
Connecting is safe, for sexual reasons, but there’s still the chance that people alter their connecting appearances. Jeongguk hadn’t done that and you can’t believe that he’s actually this handsome, all tan skin and toned muscles, hair a deep chestnut color and eyes as big as a doe’s. You thought he must have purchased some sort of skin or body modifications, though you believed he was truly handsome, but this is a whole other level. You hope he’s not disappointed learning you hadn’t customized yourself, either.
Jeongguk snuffles against your skin as you run your hand up and down his back, under his shirt, skin warm under your palm. He’s starting to wake up, without you having to disturb him, and you smile as you kiss his temple. He smiles sleepily, blinking loving eyes up at you.
“You’re still here,” he rasps, voice scratchy from disuse.
“Of course,” you whisper back, pressing a kiss between his eyes, before nuzzling your noses together, “of course I’m still here.”
He hums happily, basking in the kisses you scatter across his face, making exaggerated sounds as you do.
“Time to get up,” you remind him, “Your mom is going to be dropping Iseul off soon.”
“She has a key, she can let herself in,” he grumbles, burrowing further into your arms, trying to mold himself to you so there’s no space between you.
“Gguk-ah,” you laugh, smoothing some hair behind his ear. He still looks tired so you don’t push it, “your hair has gotten long.”
“Mhm. I’ve never had it this long, but I think I like it.”
“It suits you,” you gather some of it up in your hands and snicker a little, “look, apple hair.”
Jeongguk just smiles a little wider, letting you mess around with his hair, not even fighting you as you wrestle the hair tie off his wrist.
“Man bun…” you murmur to yourself, snapping the hair tie in place, “you look like an e-boy now.”
Jeongguk pinches your side in retaliation as he finally starts to stir and stand and you squeal, squirming away from his hands. You watch him stretch upwards, his fingertips brushing the ceiling as he cracks his back. You let your eyes linger on the strip of skin that shows when he stretches, knowing the ink on his hip is hidden beneath the waistband.
Jeongguk doesn’t call you out on your gaze, but he does smirk at you as he muses up the hair that you didn’t put up.
“Want something to drink?” he asks, scratching at his stomach as he starts towards the kitchen.
“Sure. Water, please,” you request and you see him nod as you sit up on the couch, wiggling your feet under one of the couch cushions.
Just as Jeongguk hands you a glass, there’s a knock on his door. Before he can even say anything, the door is opening and a soft, little voice is calling out, “Ggukkie!”
A wide grin blossoms on Jeongguk’s face and he turns around just as a little body barrels towards him, knocking her face against his knees a little roughly.
“Woah!” Jeongguk wobbles a little from the force, “Hey, Itsy.”
This must be Iseul. You smile as she lifts her face to beam at her and you can see the family resemblance.
“Gguk, can you help with these bags?” it must be his mom calling out from the doorway.
You’re up before Jeongguk can address her, patting his shoulder as you pass by. Iseul gets a little shy and hides back in Jeongguk’s legs, barely reaching his waist, peeking up at you in curiosity.
Jeongguk’s mom gives you a startled look as you take some bags out her hands, giving her a small smile, “Here, let me help you.”
“Oh, thank you…”
She’s delivering groceries and you take them to the kitchen, helping her pile them on the counter before you shoo her away, “I can put these away, go see Gguk-ah.”
She surveys you for a moment, but you’re adamant and she eventually concedes. Jeongguk’s apartment isn’t that big, so you can hear what she says when she reaches him.
“Gguk, who is that?” she’s trying to ask quietly but her voice gets back to you anyway.
“Mom, that’s Y/N, I’ve told you about her,” he laughs a little and you smile to yourself.
“Y/N?! And you didn’t tell me she was here?! Gguk, I would have brushed my hair!”
He laughs louder at her, “Mom, you look fine, and I’m sure she doesn’t care.”
“Still…” you can only imagine the pout on her face from her tone of voice.
She mainly brought quick dry goods, so once those are put away and you store the milk, you’re done. You’re a little hesitant about going back out to meet them, but you’ve avoided talking to people long enough.
Jeongguk’s mom offers you a brilliant smile once you exit the kitchen, and hurries forward to take your hands, “Y/N! It’s so nice to meet you! Gguk has told me so much about you.”
You blush a little as you take her in. She looks tired, probably from the stress of her son being in the hospital and trying to navigate that situation, but you can see the resemblance to Jeongguk, mainly in the eyes.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” you cut your eyes to Iseul, who Jeongguk is now holding in his arms, and decide to not say anything about Jeongyun, “I hope it’s okay that I hang out with Gguk-ah and Iseul today.”
“Of course! I wish I could stay and chat, but I have… something to do.”
You nod, completely understanding, and she continues as she squeezes your hands, “But I’d love for us to have dinner together someday, all of us. Anyone Gguk is so smitten with is someone I want to get to know.”
“Mom!” Jeongguk whines, making Iseul giggle.
You’re surprised when his mom pulls you into a hug but you lean into it, as she rocks you two in place for a few seconds, “I have to get going now, but we’ll talk about that dinner.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” you tell her honestly and her smile widens, if possible.
She turns on her heels to press a kiss to Iseul’s cheek and then Jeongguk’s, “You behave yourself.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she does,” Jeongguk nods at her.
“I was talking about you,” his mom teases and Iseul giggles at her, patting at Jeongguk’s arms to let her down, “I’ll pick Iseul up later tonight, make sure she eats dinner before I do.”
“I got this mom, go,” Jeongguk nudges her along gently and she lets him, giving you a little wave before she’s out the door.
Iseul is a sweetheart. She’s a little shy around you at first, but she warms up quickly when she sees how comfortable Jeongguk is around you, making you a trustful figure in her eyes. She has a bad habit of sucking her thumb and trying to talk around it, but she’s a cute kid that has Jeongguk wrapped around her little finger.
She insists on helping you two cook dinner, which means she sits on the counter and demands to taste test every few minutes, happily swinging her feet. Jeongguk keeps sneaking little kisses, even though you reprimanded him the first time for PDA in front of his niece. Iseul doesn’t seem to care about that, but she does demand her own kisses that Jeongguk willingly covers her face in.
Iseul wants to take a bath and Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate, leaving you two in the living room to draw it for her.
“Ggukkie is a good uncle,” she suddenly declares, snuggly settled in your lap and twisting the ring on your finger.
“Yeah? You guys have fun when you’re together?” you ask her gently, stroking a hand through her hair. It’s long; you wonder if she’d let you braid it once she was out of the bath.
She grins as she leans into your touch, “Yeah, Ggukkie is fun. He lets me stay up past my bedtime and eat ice cream when gramma says no. He’s also the only one who will play airplane with me.”
You hum, hearing Jeongguk padding back to the living room. Iseul perks up at the sound and slides off your lap, tugging on your hand to pull you up.
“Okay Itsy, let’s go.”
You’re surprised she wants you to go with her, but you help steady her as she shucks her clothes off before she practically swan dives into the tub.
“Itsy, careful!” Jeongguk scolds, settling down on the floor and pulling you down beside him, “If you break your neck, gramma will have mine.”
She grins at him, smacking the water a few times before she turns a sweet gaze towards you, “Y/Nie, will you wash my hair for me?”
You’re soaked by the time Iseul has decided she’s done, letting you wrap her up tight in an oversized, fluffy towel as Jeongguk brushes gently through the tangles in her hair.
“Iseul, can I braid your hair?” you ask and she gasps, clapping her hands.
“Yes! Daddy can’t braid.”
You do two french braids and braid them into each other in the back, before you roll it up and pin it in place.
“When we let it down when it dries, you’ll have the cutest curls.”
“Princess curls?” she asks, tilting her head in the mirror as she looks at herself, “Can I have my tiara?”
“Your tiara isn’t here, babe, it’s at gramma’s,” Jeongguk informs her, hoisting her up into her arms, “c’mon, let’s get you dressed. You should still have some pjs here.”
“Pjs? It’s not even bedtime,” she frowns, but doesn’t put up a fight as he walks out of the room.
“So? There’s never a bad time to wear pjs,” he argues with her, and you snicker to yourself as their bickering tapers off as they enter his bedroom.
For a little girl who claimed it’s not bedtime, her drooping eyes deceiving her. She looks adorable dressed in some Ponyo pajamas, something Jeongguk proudly claimed he picked out for her. She’s curled up in Jeongguk’s lap, sucking gently on her thumb as she tries to pay attention to the cartoon he put on for her, snuggled under a blanket he had wrapped around them. You’re watching them fondly, the way Jeongguk strokes from the nape of her neck down her spine and then back up. The way he’s humming softly and pressing periodic kisses to her forehead.
She doesn’t last long under his ministrations, her eyes drifting shut one more time and not reopening. You watch as her body goes lax in his hold and her breaths even out, her thumb slowly falling out of her mouth.
“Works every time,” he smiles, standing up gently so as to not jostle her, “I’m going to go lay her down, I’ll be right back.”
You smile and nod, watching him turn the corner of the living room. You clean up the toys Iseul has strewn around the room, folding the blanket back up and turning the TV off. You check the kitchen, just to make sure the dishes from dinner are actually done, and just as you turn back into the living room you see Jeongguk standing in the middle of it, back to you and hands in his hair.
You’re not sure what he’s doing but you’re quiet as you sneak up behind him, before you wrap your arms around his middle. He jumps and turns his head towards you, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“You okay?” you ask quietly, not wanting to wake Iseul.
“I- yeah. I um, thought you had left,” he says, just as quietly, if not more, almost like he’s afraid to admit it. Your heart pangs for him, aware of what you’ve done to him.
“I’m not leaving, not this time, not again,” you promise him and Jeongguk grabs ahold of your hands, holding them to his chest like a lifeline.
You stand there for a few moments, just holding him to you, breathing him in softly. You’ve been such an idiot.
“I’m really sorry, Gguk,” you start and Jeongguk goes rigid in your arms, “that I was so selfish and never let you explain.”
“Y/N…” he breathes out and you shake your head against his back, letting go of him so you can slowly turn him to face you.
“I didn’t mean to make your trauma about me,” you reach up and place your hand on his cheek, trying to convey to him how sorry you are, “I made an already shitty situation that much more difficult and I am so, so sorry Gguk-ah, that I was so selfish, and that I didn’t stop to think about you at all. About what might have happened and about how you were feeling. And I just- I can never make it up to you, but I can start by never leaving you again.”
Jeongguk places light hands on your waist, eyes hooded as he stares down at you. His eyes trace over your face, a small smile on his face.
“I love you,” he tells you and you start crying, “Aw, baby, don’t cry. Is me loving you really that bad?”
He’s teasing you and you push his chest lightly, though it doesn’t even phase him, “Shut up! H-How can you say that after what I’ve done?”
Jeongguk hums to himself as he pulls you to him, letting you bury your face in his neck as you sob, “You may be right, in that it was selfish, but I guess, in a way, I understand.”
You’re shaking your head but he’s shushing you, tangling his fingers in your hair, “Jeongyun’s accident made me realize that life is short and that anything can happen. Being away from you for so long is not something I ever want to do again. I can forgive you for the past two weeks, as long as we agree that we have to talk, about anything and everything that bothers us. You can’t shut me out like that again, okay?”
You blubber into his neck, nodding your head, wrapping your arms tightly around him. Jeongguk holds you, seemingly content to just have you with him. He’s humming to you, like he was humming to Iseul, and you don’t know what the song is but it’s soothing. When you pull away from him to wipe at your face, he does it for you, pressing kisses after the tears are gone.
“No more tears, baby,” he tells you, before he kisses your mouth, your lips fitting together snuggly, “there’ve been enough tears in the past few weeks, I can’t bear to see anymore.”
You nod and he wipes the last few dripping tears off your face, pressing more kisses to your face as he sways you both back and forth.
“Can’t believe I had to take care of two babies tonight,” he teases and you splutter, pushing at his chest again.
“Don’t make fun of me!” you whine and he laughs, loudly, before you shush him, reminding him of Iseul.
“Why did you clean the living room up?” he asks, leading you back to the couch.
He doesn’t have to push you down; you sit down and make grabby hands at him and Jeongguk eagerly goes, smiling happily as he settles comfortably on top of you, threading your fingers together and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
“I figured since Iseul was down for the night, I’d leave,” you explain.
“No,” Jeongguk pouts, “didn’t you just tell me you’d never leave again?”
“I-I meant your life and you, I didn’t mean… your apartment!” you sound a little scandalized and Jeongguk grins against your skin, scraping his teeth across it.
“Nope, too late, you live here now. I’ll call my landlord in the morning and get you added to the lease, rent is due by the fifth.”
You just laugh at him, bundling Jeongguk in your arms and trying to smother him in your chest. He takes it in stride, biting tiny marks into your skin that he admires in the low light.
With a small kiss to your sternum he says, “I’m serious, you know.”
“About what?” you ask, brushing his hair from his eyes. His bun is still in tact, but it’s getting loose and you tighten it for him.
“About moving in. You could, if you wanted,” he says, no trace of humor in his voice, “tomorrow, if you wanted.”
You blink at him, toying with the tuft of hair on the back of his head, unsure of what to say. You finally come up with, “But my lease isn’t up for three more months.”
“Then in three months,” he says, immediately.
“You don’t think that’s too… fast?” you ask, tentatively, keeping a hold on Jeongguk’s hair so he can’t turn his head and look at you, though he tries, “We’ve only just physically met.”
“I feel like I’ve known you forever,” he mumbles, “don’t let me guilt you into anything, but just think about it. If you don’t want to, just renew your lease, I’ll understand. But I want you here, with me. I don’t care that this is the first time we’ve actually met, the things I feel for you don’t exist in the vacuum of connecting. They’re real and they squeeze my heart so tightly sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating. I don’t wanna be without you.”
You tuck your face into his hair, wetly telling him, “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask for,” he squeezes you in return.
You hold each other until you hear his front door opening, and you panic, not wanting his mother to see you two wrapped around each other. Jeongguk whines at you, keeping you held down in place.
His mom laughs when she walks into the room, Jeongguk pouting petulantly up at her while you give her a wide eyed stare.
“Iseul sleeping?” she asks tenderly, shutting the door softly behind her, “Is she in your room?”
Jeongguk nods, “Yeah. She’s been asleep for about half an hour now. She ate dinner really well and took a bath. Her hair is still probably wet.”
She hums as she pads down the hallway and you immediately start poking Jeongguk in the stomach.
“Get up you ridiculous oaf!” you hiss, trying to push him up, “Your mother is here!”
“This didn’t bother you when Iseul was in the next room!” he retaliates, and his octopus arms somehow find space to tighten even more around you.
“She was sleeping!” you counter and you continue to push at him, but you do nothing more than tire yourself out and he doesn’t even budge an inch.
“It’s fine. She’s walked in on my jerking off before, so this is pretty tame,” he says, casually, and you groan.
“I hate that. Why would you tell me that?” you complain, collapsing back onto the couch.
You can hear Iseul and his mom coming back down the hall, Iseul’s little voice laced with sleep still as she recounts exactly what Jeongguk had told her.
“I hope she doesn’t rat me out about the ice cream,” he suddenly whispers, body going rigid for a moment as he thinks of the ass reaming he could get if she tattles.
“Did you have a fun time with Ggukkie and Y/Nie?” his mom asks quietly, stopping in the living room with Iseul tucked securely in her arms.
“The bestest time,” Iseul nods, grinning at the two of you, patting at her gramma’s arms to be let down.
Jeongguk finally sits up to accept her hug and you take the opportunity to quickly sit up, crossing your legs underneath you. Jeongguk gives you a disgruntled look, even as he pulls Iseul into his lap and presses a kiss against her temple.
“Glad I got to spend time with you today, Itsy,” he tells her, booping their noses together and she giggles, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“M’kay. Bye Ggukkie, love you.”
“Love you too, baby,” he smiles softly at her, setting her gently back on the ground.
To your surprise she toddles over to you, climbing clumsily into your lap and wrapping her arms around your neck.
“Bye, Y/Nie,” she sleepily kisses your cheek and you practically melt against her.
“Bye Iseul, sleep well, okay? I hope you like your princess curls in the morning,” you tell her, kissing her cheek in return, and she smiles happily, patting at her hair.
“C’mon baby, we have to get you home. You have school in the morning.”
Iseul doesn’t fight it, just goes back to her gramma and lets herself be bundled up for the weather.
“Okay, gotta get munchkin home. I’ll see you two later. And Y/N, I was serious about that dinner.”
You grin at her, nodding, “I was too.”
She grins back at you and waves. Iseul copies her and waves too and when the door closes, the way Jeongguk body tenses has you springing up. You’re glad you did because Jeongguk pounces on the cushion you were just sitting on, looking surprised when you’re not there.
“Hey!” he turns to you, “Where are you going? Come back.”
“Gguk-ah, I have to go home,” you say placatingly, “Gumdrop is waiting on me.”
He pouts as he follows you to the door, almost completely plastered to your back. He hinders more than he helps as you put your windbreaker and shoes back on. He’s still pouting when you finally shrug him off, letting him pull you into a frontal hug.
“Now who’s the baby?” you tease, thumbing at his lower lip that he bites lightly at. You act affronted but still accept the kiss he gives you, even if it lingers, “Gguk-ah I really do need to go.”
“Fine. But come back tomorrow.”
“Gguk-ah, I work tomorrow,” you laugh, chiding him a bit, “we can have dinner tomorrow, okay? You can come over and finally meet Gumdrop. I just want you to know that if she doesn’t like you, though, we’re over. Her word is law.”
Jeongguk lets out a disbelieving laugh, pulling you into another kiss, hands framing your face sweetly. You smile as you indulge him, pressing repeated kisses against his willing mouth. You internally roll your eyes when you feel his hand creeping down your back, settling on your lower back.
“Okay, stop trying to distract me I have to go now,” you admonish, pushing him away from you as he looks very close to stomping his foot.
“Damn, I was hoping the longer I kissed you the easier it’d be to get you out of your clothes.”
Now you really roll your eyes and Jeongguk laughs at you, “Fine, fine, fine. Dinner, tomorrow. I’ll meet you at your apartment. What kind of treats does Gumdrop like?”
“Treats? Why?”
“Gotta bribe her to make sure she likes me,” he shrugs and you scoff, “Text me when you get home, though. Are you taking the subway back? Should I drive you home?”
You shake your head, smiling, “No, Gguk-ah, it’s okay. I’ll text you when I get back.”
He nods and finally lets you go, watching with a frown as you open the door.
“Don’t worry Gguk-ah, I’ll see you tomorrow. I promised I’d never leave you again, didn’t I?”
He nods, still frowning, but you understand it’s going to take him some time to heal from this, even if he has forgiven you. You can’t begrudge him for that, but you can only try to assuage his fears.
“Tomorrow,” he nods, final.
-
Gumdrop absolutely loves him, which is almost insulting, except you can’t fault her; you kind of love him too.
#bts#bts fanfiction#bts x reader#jeon jungkook#jeon jeongguk#jeon jungkook fanfiction#jeon jeongguk fanfiction#jeon jungkook x reader#jeon jeongguk x reader#bts x you#jeon jungkook x you#jeon jeongguk x you#rating: t#skswriting
47 notes
·
View notes
Text
Drown (G.D) - part 12
A/N: IM SO SOFT FOR THESE 2 WTF, also the smut is badly written, bear with me pls bc smut ain’t my thing.
Word-count: 2k+
Summary: Grayson gathered up his courage and asked his Bumblebee to go to the prom with him, and ended up spending some private time at the beach.
T/W: a dash of smut (RLLY JUST A DASH)
Tags: @bingexdolan @grantsairforce @prettyboydolan @kyaaawritings @3ooda97 @baby-grayson @ryxgrantdolan @foxglovedolan @evergreendolan @goldenndolan @nikesbailey @soledadgray @sosweetgrethan @twinfinitydolan @333dolans
———————————————————————
“Hahah, so that’s what happened?,” A light giggle comes out of Bianca’s lips as she listens to Grayson speaking through the phone.
“Yeah! Like Isla tried to talk to me once again, but Ethan was like— ‘leave my brother alone’,” the other person talking with her replies, as a light chuckle escapes him. In fact, her giggle is lowkey contagious, it makes him laugh.
“Well, you do deserve someone better,” Bianca lips form into a smile, though she knows that he can’t see her smiling. It’s been 3 months since the night Grayson saved her from the abusive monster named Declan Hayes, and ever since that night where he promised her that he’d never leave, their bond grew even stronger than before. They haven’t said anything about making things official, but they’re definitely more than bestfriends. Everyone knows that.
“Fuck yes,” he replies briefly. Bianca remains silent as her mind wonders.
What if the better one for Grayson is her?
“Bianca?,” Grayson calls for her name, breaking the silence between them.
“Yeah?”
“Nothing, just making sure you’re still up. Or are you falling asleep?,” he guesses. It’s not a secret for him that Bianca is a fast-sleeper. She falls asleep easily anywhere, anytime.
Bianca take a quick glance at the clock on her nightstand, with her hand rubbing her eye. It’s 2 minutes to 12 am, luckily tomorrow’s Saturday. “I’m still up, a little sleepy, though, but I’ll be fine,” she mumbles sleepily.
Grayson’s smiles grow a little wider as he listens to her sleepy voice. He knew it. His mind wanders, thinking about sleepy Bianca laying in her bed, struggling to keep her eyes open to talk to him. God, she’s the cutest.
Grayson glances over at Ethan, who’s laying on his bed with his phone in his hand, scrolling down through his messages to text Mabel, the girl that he has been talking to for the past 2 months. It’s obvious that Ethan’s so into her that he stays up late lately only to text her, or sometimes to talk to her through the phone. His other hand is grabbing 2 prom tickets, obviously for him and Mabel.
One crazy idea comes into his mind out of nowhere.
“B—Bianca?!,” Grayson pretends to stutter as he calls for the girl one more time. Bianca, who’s slowly falling asleep on the other line, quickly opens her eyes the moment Grayson calls her name.
“Gray? Are you okay?,” Bianca frowns.
It works. Grayson smiles to himself as he goes on with his own scenario.
“I—I need you to save me,” he tries to hold himself back from laughing. He can clearly picture her sitting on the edge of her bed, wondering about what’s happening with him.
“Grayson?”
“Bianca, s—save me...”
“Save you from what?”
“From...”
“From what?! Grayson, what’s happening?!,” Bianca nearly cries. He really got her good.
Feeling bad for scaring her, Grayson takes a deep breath, leaving her wondering in complete silence.
“Grayson are you there?!,” Bianca yells once again.
“I—I’m here, so... I—I need you to save me from...”
“Tell me,” she whispers, her voice is shaky.
“... Save me from going to the prom alone, Bumblebee, please? Will you?,” Grayson tries to speak in the calmest way as he can.
Another silence.
“... Fuck you, Gray. Fuck. You.” Grayson can hear her grunting on the other line. Hearing her grunts got him bursting into endless laughter.
“You scared me! The fuck, Grayson?,” a deep sigh comes out of Bianca’s lips as she throws herself back onto the mattress.
“Look, hey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I mean it,” Grayson coos. He feels bad for giving her panic attack. “Bianca, baby, will you?,” he asks once again.
“Grayson, say sike right now,” Bianca sinks her teeth into ther lower lip, though deep inside, she thinks she’s about to melt.
“Bianca Reine, my Bumblebee, will you save me from going to the prom alone?,” he repeats once again.
“Grayson?,” this time, Bianca calls for his name.
“Yeah?,” he replies, pretty anxious about her reaction.
“You know— I don’t want to be rude, but prom isn’t really my thing...,” Bianca sighs once again.
“Oh...,” The smile on his face slowly fades away as he listens to her answer. “So, you’re not—“
“... unless I’m going with you, Grapeson,” Bianca quickly cuts him off, followed with a light giggle.
Grayson’s smile quickly makes its way back to his face, and even grows wider than before. “Now sleep, Bumblebee, I know you’re tired, and it’s late for you,” he says.
“You know me way too well sometimes,” Bianca yawns. “I’ll talk to you once I’m up, yeah?,” she tucks herself in as she speaks.
“Goodnight, Bumblebee,” Grayson whispers. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Grapeson,” the sleepy girl replies.
Grayson waits for her to hung up in silence, but “night, Grapeson” isn’t the one that he gets. Instead of a goodnight, the only thing he gets in return is the sound of her soft snore. She fell asleep before she even got the chance to end the phone call.
“I love you, Bumblebee, I really do,” Grayson whispers once again, hoping his own sleeping beauty hears him in her sleep.
———————————————————————
“You look beautiful, Bumblebee. You really do,” for the millionth time, Grayson says it once again. His hand is rested on Bianca’s cheek as he keeps his gaze on hers, admiring the beauty sitting beside her.
There sits Bianca, wearing her light blue spaghetti strap mermaid dress, on the passenger seat of Grayson’s Porsche. Her dark locks that she usually ties into a messy bun, doesn’t make any appearance tonight. She got her hair waterfall-braided, which makes her looks completely different tonight.
Here they are sitting in Grayson’s Porsche, at the beach, once again. The place where they confessed their feelings for each other that night. They left the prom an hour ago, like— who cares about prom night as long as you got your favorite person with you?
Bianca’s cheeks turn pinkish as Grayson compliments her once again. Her hand makes its way up to the top of his head to toy with his short hair. “And Grapeson in a suit? You look so, um...,” Bianca pauses for a while, struggling to find the right word.
“Hot?,” Grayson teasingly whispers in her ear as a sly smirk comes across his lips.
Bianca spats his hand away from her cheek as she laughs. “Ew, Grapeson,” she shakes her head.
“What? You don’t want to admit it?,” he gives her a cute pout as he pretend to be sad.
“Okay, okay, maybe a bit,” Bianca squints her eyes as she replies, thinking about the possible reaction that he might give.
“A bit? You do know that your skill in lying is so damn bad, right?,” Grayson arches his brow just right before he starts to attack her face with soft kisses. Both of his arms are now wrapped around her waist to prevent her from escaping.
“Graaaaay, it tickes,” she tries to pull away, but Grayson notices her attempt that he tightens his arms around her. “Okay, okay, yeah, you’re hot, now let me go, please?,” she begs. So Grayson stops as soon as he gently pecks her lips as the final kiss.
“Can’t help myself, you look like an angel, Bumblebee,” he snickers, replied with a giggle from Bianca.
Grayson’s phone beeps, and he quickly pulls it out of his pocket to check for the notifications. It’s Ethan.
E: “bro, where ya at?”
G: “the beach”
E: “at what time did you leave? smh you didn’t tell me”
G: “an hour ago?? sorry, needa little time with my Bumblebee away from the crowd”
E: “‘my Bumblebee’? i see what you did there 👀”
G: “shut up”
“Gray?,” Bianca calls for his name.
“Yeah?,” Grayson quickly answers, but his fingers are still busy typing the message.
“Grayson?,” she calls once again. This time? Grayson puts his phone down to shift his attention back to her, but as soon as his gaze meets hers, his lips part into an o.
There sits Bianca, with her dress straps down, trying to reach her back to unzip her dress. “Can you help me with this?,” she looks up at him innocently.
“Bianca, w—what are you—“
“Um...,” she pauses, her cheeks are redder than before. “I heard that some people be— you know—,” she speaks nervously.
Grayson sinks his teeth into his lower lip to hold himself back from laughing as he tries his best to pay attention to her explanation.
“They have— y—you know—,” Bianca stutters once again.
“I thought you’re not ready for that? The last time that piece of shit asked you to do it with him, you cried, and you told me that you’re not even ready,” Grayson hums.
“No! No! It’s... different. Wait— you don’t want to?,” she frowns.
“I didn’t say that, I’m just making sure, Bumblebee. The last time we talked about this, you told me you ain’t ready,” he shakes his head. “Or maybe you want to save your virginity for marriage?,” he teases her once again.
“No, it’s just— I want this night to be remembered, Gray. I want it to be special, and—“
“Okay,” he quickly cuts her off as he takes his suit jacket off. Then his hands quickly move up to untie his tie, and throws it to the backseat.
Bianca bites her lower lip as she watches him doing so. In a quick motion, Grayson pulls her onto his lap, and rests both of his hands on each side of her waist.
God, he’s having an angel on his lap, and that angel is Bianca Reine; his Bumblebee.
Bianca awkwardly rests her palms on his cheeks, cupping them lovingly as she rests her forehead against his. Grayson emits a light chuckle as a reaction before he adds, “Bumblebee, it’s okay, it ain’t a fucking Biology exam, calm down, don’t be nervous.”
“J—just go slow, okay? Grayson, this is my fir—“
“Shh, hey,” Grayson coos as he takes her hand in his, gently drawing circular pattern on the back of her hand to calm her down. “I’d spend the rest of my night with you. Chill, we have a lot of time,” he whispers, just right before he attaches his lips onto the skin of her neck to nibble on it gently.
“G—Gray...,” a light moan escapes Bianca’s lips as she tilts her head aside for a bit to give him more access.
Grayson hums softly as his hands quickly makes their way to the back of her dress to unzip it. As soon as it’s completely unzipped, Bianca pushes it down until it reaches the level of her waist, leaving her upper body exposed to her bestfriend. Grayson continues to suck on the skin of her neck, but this time he moves his hands back to her fore part. He gently cups her breast as he continues to tease her.
“S—shit,” she whines. Grayson gently brushes the pad of his thumb across her perky nipple as he pulls away, to find her sitting on his lap with her upper body fully exposed.
“Jesus Christ, Bianca,” he mumbles. “You look so fucking perfect.”
“You think so?,” Bianca whispers, her hands making its way to his chest to unbutton his shirt.
“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about having you like this with me,” Grayson move his hands up to rest them on each side of her neck. “You have no idea, Bumblebee.”
“I trust you more than Declan, Gray. That’s why I’m yours tonight,” Bianca nods as she eagerly yanks his shirt off.
“You trust me?,” he smiles for a bit.
“I trust you, with everything that I have,” Bianca nods once again.
Grayson smiles and pulls her in to plant a passionate kiss onto her lips, and she eagerly returns the kiss. As soon as they break the kiss, Bianca glances down at him, with a thin smile on her lips.
“Make love to me, Grayson. I want this night to be remembered, forever.”
“Gladly, my Bumblebee.”
#grayson dolan#douche!gray#grayson blurb#grayson dolan fic#highschool!gray#tgabs'write#grayson dolan x oc
43 notes
·
View notes
Note
for the prompt list, can you do number 10 witg wolffe or rex please 🥺 you chose bc im indecisive lol
IT TOOK ME SO FUCKING LONG TO GET MOTIVATED FOR THIS AND IM SO SORRY SCHOOL AND SHIT HAS BEEN KEEPING ME STRESSED AND ON MY TOES I HOPE YOU ENJOY I AM STILL SORRY ANON!!!!!
you are also very sweet and i can just tell by your use of 🥺 ily
**********
“stay here with me. for the rest of our lives.”
it’s whispered between two lovers who lay in bed together. both are facing the other as they memorize each other’s bodies. neither are sure who uttered it, but they’re sure someone said it. they just close their eyes and hold each other tighter, not needing a verbal response, already knowing that the other is happy with them.
—————-
“stay here with me. for the rest of our lives.”
it’s been months since the phrase was last spoken. here the two are, on a planet called Naboo, taking a break. a break from war, destruction, hurt, a break from everything that isn’t the other.
this time, it was Rex who said it. that much was easy to tell. Captain Rex of the 501st, speaks lovingly to his person. he knows that you’re the one he wants to spend the rest of his existence with and he can only hope you feel the same. the spark in your eye when he asks again is enough of an answer for him.
“i will stay anywhere, as long as you’re there, cyare.”
your words send a warmth through his chest. he knew you meant it when you grabbed his hand and squeezed.
“Rex, wherever i am in the galaxy, i hope you’ll be there with me. when i’m with you, i feel at home. you’re my home, Rex.”
he tears up hearing your confession. he’d never told you but you’re his home too. you reach your free hand up and cup his cheek. a single tear streams down his cheek and you brush it away as quickly as it fell. you give his lips a quick kiss before resting your foreheads together.
“i love you, Rex. i hope you love me too.”
he takes your face in his hands instantly and kisses you hard.
“i love you more than anything.”
—————-
“stay here with me. for the rest of our lives.”
this time, the phrase spoken is by you. it had been a tough battle. many were lost and many more injured. the uninjured were helping put the few destroyed houses back together. taking a breath, you examine the damage.
there’s debris everywhere. splintered wood, misshapen durasteel, just destroyed. letting out a sigh, your eyes fall on the familiar Jaig Eyes on the helmet of your beloved. you smile his way and his helmet tilts to let you know he’s smiling too.
you hear a commotion coming from the left of you and see Anakin trying to deescalate the situation. time seems to slow down when you return your gaze to Rex. one second he’s up and standing, safe and healthy, and the next he’s crumpling to the ground with a hole in his chestplate.
letting out a scream, you race towards him and grab him before he falls. kneeling on the ground, you wrap your arms around him. cradling his head to your chest you let out a shriek “Kix!” hoping the medic is close by.
the only memories you have after that are of Kix dropping next to you before the medivac comes to take Rex away.
a few hours later, you remember telling Rex your sacred phrase.
———-
“stay here with me. for the rest of our lives.”
Rex is sitting on the porch. he’s watching the wind blow the trees around. Rex takes in a breath and smells the sweetness of the cookies. a smile breaks across his face at knowing you’re in there. you’re alive, he’s alive, and the war is over. you’re together and you’re happy.
he takes in another smell of the cookies before standing. he walks into the house and comes to the kitchen. the sight in front of him is enough to make him stop in his tracks. there you are, flour all over you, trying to finish the snacks. Rex lets out a chuckle and you turn your attention to him. the smile you let out makes his heart race and before he knows it he’s racing to give you a kiss.
you let out a giggle against his lips and pull away.
“what’s gotten into you?”
“i just want to remind you that i love you. i’m glad you chose me to be the person you stayed with. you mean the world to me.”
“i’m glad you chose me to stay with you forever. you know i love you too, Rex. i love you so much.”
Rex presses a kiss to your lips once again. he pulls away only to repeat your promise to each other.
this is where he’s supposed to be. he’s always meant to be with you.
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
*drops this in your hands*
*runs away*
*yells over my shoulder*
It's an Agent Whiskey x reader, he's getting back from a 3 month mission!!
(thank you to @sunshinepascal for being something of a beta reader? Love uuuuuuuuuu💚)
******************************************************
He's here.
He wasn't due until this afternoon, but Ginger had taken one look at you this morning and sent you back home. You're in perfect health, but she probably understands the inability to focus when your lovers on his way. You spent the morning prepping the house then, attempting to make good use of the time. The laundry is the only thing left undone, assuming it would be best to wait so you can include his clothes as well (he always gushes about loving the scent of your detergent anyway). You're humming along to a song while you finish the dishes when you hear it.
The slamming door of the bronco.
You drop the dish immediately, running out of the kitchen and towards the front door, you trip slightly and then thank God for it because the door flies open (just missing you) and there he is.
Panting, hat missing, bronco still running in the background, yours.
Hand still on the door he freezes upon seeing you, breathing out a soft
'darlin'
before lunging forward and wrapping an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders, burying his face in your neck. Your wrap him up similarly and he starts petting your hair so you grip him tighter. His shoulders seem to shake a little and and you grip his hair gently, feeling a little teary yourself.
"I'm here jack. I'm here"
He nods against your shoulder and mumbles 'im here'
You just hold each other for a while, but eventually he starts laying kisses along your neck, sniffing softly as he does, butterfly kisses sprinkled in. He pulls away gently to cradle your face, and you both seem to again become aware of the open front door and the bronco running outside.
"You should--"
you start to say, but end up pulling him back against you instead. He chuckles, running his hands along your back soothingly, mumbling a quiet
"she'll be alright out there, she knows how I am about my girl"
You stay that way a while longer before he reaches behind himself to pull your hands away, taking a step back and pulling you with him outside.
"We'll do it together"
You nod, gripping his hands tightly and he squeezes back before continuing to walk backwards out the door, down the steps and to the bronco. He slides one hand away from you to open the door and reach for the keys. Once he's done it he shoves them in his pocket and takes your hand again. You walk back to the house shoulder to shoulder hands still connected across your bodies and he kicks the door shut behind him before wrapping you up again, this time keeping his head up to gaze at you lovingly.
He kisses the end of your nose, before leaning down to kiss your lips. Its soft, like he's relearning how, and he brings a hand up to your cheek again before he pulls away.
"Been dreamin about that since I left. I'm so sorry babygirl. Never meant to leave without even sayin goodbye."
You frown a little but try to smile. "I did worry, but I also knew you'd be back. Didn't stop me from wishing you were here every night, and at work."
He smiles at that, hand sliding down your face gently before he rests it on your neck, his eyebrows raise slightly and he blinks twice.
"Gotcha somethin Sunshine"
He pulls away and dips his head as he reaches for his own neck, pulling out a chain and slipping it over his head before holding it out to you (your arms haven't left his waist, clinging like he might disappear)
"Kept it close to my heart, think it might be part of me now"
He says softly, voice thick with emotion and longing. You look to the end of the chain and find a tiny sunflower, bright, if not a little worn now, and look back to him with wonder.
"I couldn't ask you to give it up now Jack, you've had it so long."
He smiles fondly, reaching to kiss your forehead like waiting might hurt him before leaning back again and continuing to look lovestruck (you move a hand to card through the hair at the nape of his neck)
"It's apart of me, that's why I want you to have it. Then if can't tell ya goodbye again, I'll still be with ya."
You smile, pulling him in and kissing him a little harder than before, because it's finally sinking in that he's here. He's alive, and he's holding you again. It's almost as good as the promise to never leave that you hope someday he'll give you, but in the meantime, its enough. You card your fingers through his hair as you kiss him, holding him close, he chooses to place his hands gingerly on your hips, gradually sliding them around your waist, kissing you back before pulling away to plant his face in your neck again.
"Want to feel you" He mumbles "Cant believe I went so long without you, was awful darlin, thought about you every minute." You smile, hugging him tightly, and closing your eyes to give him butterfly kisses of your own. He sighs softly. You lean back slightly and tilt your head to catch his eyes,
"Put it on me?" you ask quietly, hoping he knows what you mean. He nods, moving around you, (your arm stays on his waist and slides across as he moves) and fiddling with the necklace as he does so. He brings it over your head and you gather your hair up and to the side to make his job easier, he clasps it and brushes his fingers along the back of your neck and down your spine to the edge of your shirt.
"You're a vision sweetheart." He says breathily as his arms come around your waist again, back pressed into his chest, his thumbs caress your hip bones and he sighs, "Breathtaking."
"Yours" you breathe back.
He hums, planting his nose in your hair and taking another deep breath.
"Take me to bed cowboy, I want all the snuggles!"
He laughs, turning you and leaning down the slightest bit to fix you with a serious look.
"I'm going to snuggle all those days I was gone right out of you, cuddle you so good you can't even remember a time when I wasn't there."
You grin. "You Better."
You both turn then, somehow having agreed upon racing to the bed without ever saying a word about it, jack shrugging off his jacket to throw it over the couch on his way, leaving his boots till he gets to your bedroom. He wins (somehow) and you run into his back full force as he stops in the doorway, you both laugh at the collision and he reaches back to hold you against him.
"Gotcha Sunshine" He says cheekily.
"Wouldn't want it any other way Jack Daniels"
He hums again, looking down and you squeeze him a little tighter before patting him and walking around to his front.
"Shoes off cowboy, no boots in my bed."
He makes to salute you. "Yes ma'am."
Tugging them off he reaches for you again and together you fall on the bed, laughing at the silliness but determined to stay close.
#agent whiskey#agent whiskey x reader#jack daniels x reader#jack daniels and you#kingsman#statesman#pedro pascal#i dont know how to tag
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Not again...
The car didn't even had stopped, and Chisaki already had burst the door and started to run the faster he could manage towards the place Mimic had trackened.
"Overhaul they say they are in a building!" Chrono shouted as he loaded his gun in the middle of his running while Mimic tried to mantain his balance on Rappa's shoulders while he followed his boss.
Chisaki didn't shouted back a response, legs hurting already from how much force and speed he was putting on himself to reach that cursed place.
~
"Kai!" He lifted his gaze from his papers only to smirk at seing you pouting on the door frame "Is been like hours you're there!"
"How pleasing it is to know that you've been tracking time to tell me this dearest." He sighed sarcastically before deciding to put a end on his work for today.
The way you smiled bringed the warmth he missed and didn't even knew he needed after all of his years of... coldness and loneliness.
"Well, I don't want you passing out on your desk like the other ti-"
"I thought we weren't going to talk anymore about this." He growled in embarrassment, making you laugh immediately.
The worst is that he wasn't embarrassed by sleeping on his desk accidentally, but actually flustered at remembering the way you had appeared and left a kiss on his forehead, making him let out a 'I love you' without even thinking.
After you stopped laughing he only scoffed, eyes growing worried while his gloved hand went to your cheek to stroke lovingly and carefully.
"Any better?" Your face immediately fell, the one bright with laughter turned into a sad and hopeless smile.
"Y'know..." You sighed, bringing your own hand to his to hold right against your cheek for a bit longer "I am already used to it."
He glared and grabbed your wrist with his free hand, squezing a bit.
"But I am certainly not." He growled, while you still remained with that lost of hope expression while you sighed.
"Is just... life Kai. We don't choose those things."
He brought you to his chest as he crushed you on a hug, holding your scalp and waist on his firm grip as he glared daggers at the ground.
He was working to find a cure. He couldn't just take this. Why such a beautiful and pure soul like yourself have to had this curse?
The experiments were still being done. He couldn't use you to test, if something went wrong he wouldn't forgive himself.
He was first going to tell Pops about it, the moment the real bullets come out... you would be cured.
~
His lungs hurted from the way he breathed in and out desperately.
His commurates, woth certain difficulty, followed him. The group stopping by a building as he finally got his breath back.
Yet he didn't spared a second before taking his glove out and placing it on the building... onpy to see that his quirl wasn't working.
"A fucking barrier. They plannned this Overhaul." Chrono cursed under his breath.
Chisaki punched with all his force the wall... surprisingly making it crack.
"DAMMIT!" He shouted at the tops of his lungs, making the three man widen their eyes at seing the anger and force on only that scream that even scared the birds from the florest away.
~
"Dont you know the meaning of the word 'wait' woman?!" He shouted right behind you, growling in defeat at again failing on grabbing on your hand and forearm.
You giggled at his irritated and annoyed expression as you continued running.
"Maybe if you didn't depend it on your quirk so much you would be able to- SHIT!" you accidentally tripped on your own foot and prepared for the impact... only to feel a pair of those strong arms you absolutely loved around you, preventing your fall.
"You see, this is called karma, brat." He pinched your cheek rather painfully, making you whine in protest. "What if you got hurt huh? You could have gotten a bruised knee or arm, allowing some filth germs and bacterias to enter."
"Dramaaaaatic!" You singed in mockeness before yelping a bit at the discret pinch on your butt before he lifted you guys up.
He only arched a dissaproving eyebrow at you when you smiled back a him... The sun even seemed to make you shine even brighter.
"You know that I always will come back to you, even if hell itself tries to tear me away." You chirped with a smile, making his frown go deeper.
He absolutely despised the double sense on that sentence...
~
In less than minutes Rikiya appeared and aling with Rappa, both had breaked the wall, Chisaki jumped through the rest of the broken concrete before looking around with wide and hateful eyes.
"(Y/N)!" he shouted, coughing a bit at sieng how dirty this place was, but his mysophobia was weak compared to his wish of getting you back "(Y/N)!" He shouted again.
"Nothing in here!" He heard Chrono and Mimic's yells from behind him as he scowled even more, hives appearing in huge amount on his skin.
"LOOK FOR HER!" He commanded as he runned through that rather giant place, apparently it was once one of those basements of farms things or similiar, due to the big constructure and the akount of open and broken rooms.
He went to shout your name again before he froze.. seing the villain who had announced your kidnapping... in front of a stabbed and bruised... you.
"Where's that yakusa of yours now huh? No where right?" He say it sadistically while he wiped his knife on his clothing.
Chisaki almost throwed himself on that bastard, but he mrely gave him a punch so hard on his jaw from behind that even heard the cracking and sended the man towards the wall.
No no NO NO GOD PLEASE NO-!
"Don't... worry..." you said between choked breaths, eyes teared but yet so relieved at seing gim in your front, wide and watery golden eyes staring at you as he tried to heal you back with his quirk... but didn't work it.
It never did...
"Angel please hang on I-" he said desperately but choked back a sob as he felt your hand cupping his cheek lovingly.
"Stop this... we will see each.. o-other soon... remember..?" He clenched his jaw tightly under his plague mask, holding your hand that was becoming colder and colder each second that passes.
Not again... not again!
~
25... twenty five times he saw that happening again and again.
He hated your quirk more than heroes themselfes... Evertime some accident happened, even the minors ones... you would die. No matter the quirk or someone that tried to stop it... you would always die.
25 times he saw the love of his life dying in front of his eyes... and returning it back for a few days as the form as a child... with no memories until you recuperated them.
Sometimes it took weeks for you to regain your memories... and when you did, it took at least three days for you to come back to your original form.
"Chisaki!" Your childish voice ranged and he forced himself to smile a bit, seing you unharmed was a at least the good part...
He crouched down with a sigh, accepting the small sakura flower you had handed it to him.
Normally he would keep himself far away from a child... he didn't felt comfortable neither happy being near them... Eri was a pure example of that.
Yet, he couldn't bring himself to despise the little girl that was his lover, blushed cheeks and a pure smile on her lips as she giggled in embarrassment and glee at seing that he had accepted her gift... even despite knowing his... not liking of touching.
Though how on earth he could be repulsed by you? He only found out what it meant to be happy and... loved because you teached him, because you showed him...
He also noticed that comparing from the first times you were in this form, right now you were way more comfortable with him... just like him.
But god, how difficult it was for to pretend to not be disgusted or consumed by hate at you having such a cruel quirk. Allowing you to die many times and returning it back...
You turned around to pick more flowers before you stopped... completely frozen in your place.
"Something wrong brat?" He sighed in false annoyance, before his breath caught on his throat when he saw the look you gave to him right after.
Hopeless... sad and hopeless look.
"It happened again, didn't it?" Your child like voice manifested in pure sadness as he felt his eyes burning.
Those bullets. He needed them. His angel needed them badly.
"Yes..." he sighed in defeat, letting the flower of sakura fall from his gloved hand before he felt your tiny arms circle around his neck "It was my fault angel..." he lifted you up and clinged your small form to him "Im so-"
"You weren't responsible for that building falling Kai. Stop blamming yourself." You frowned more seing the hives slowly appearing on the side of his neck.
"I swear on my grave. I am making a cure for you, just you wait. You will be free from your sickness my angel. I promise."
You giggled bitterly, clearly not believing his words.
He was. You weren't going to suffer anymore... he promised.
~
He felt the hives appearing in a hige amount of quantity as he brought your cold body to his, letting his tears drip down form his face to your chest as he rested your head on his shoulder and squezzed your body to his... not caring about the blood coaxing his clothes.
"Not again..!" He sobbed, holding your body with one strong arm while the other was subsconciously touching the ground as he holded your legs on his forearm.
His chest hurted, his skin was burning hot and he somehow catched the voices of his commurates and the fucker who had just done this.
"Overhaul!" Chrono shouted, noticing the small bits of concrete starting to float around his childhood friend k eeling on the ground with his dead lover.
"NOT AGAIN!" he let out a bloody, long and loud shout that everyone on that room swore every person on Japan had hearded it... the building started to crack and broke in many pieces forming sharp spikes going into all directions while plataforms formed. Chisaki's quirk was absolutely out of control, yet some spikes of metal had pierced the villain's chest, blood spreading through the room as Chisaki's shout only continued.
"EVeRYOnE OuT oF ThE FuCkInG BUilDinG NoW We RE GonNa FuCkIng DIe!" Mimic sgouted as Rappa and Rikiya quickly made their way out as Chrono tried to get closer to you and Chisaki.
"CHISAKI-!" He cursed out loud when more spikes and ataforms formed, not having any more choices than getting out of the crashing building before he got injured.
The mans got out of the that place intacted... Overhaul's hatred and painful shout only coming to an end when the building was completly destroyed.
"Is Overjerk still alive after that?!" Rappa shouted before getting punched by a very angry Mimic.
Chrono widened his eyes and took of his mask in respect and sorrow at seing the scene he saw his friend going through many times as Mimic only muttered a lainful curse in sympathy.
Chisaki, blood dripping down from the right side of his face, walking slowly out of the scrubs with heart broken eyes but hateful gaze as he stared at the ground... on his arms he carried a little sleeping girl, that seemed to have 4 years at maximun by her appearance, enveloped by his oconic green jacket.
Only Pops, Mimic and Chrono knew about your quirk... so when Rikiya and Rappa saw the badass and cruel boss of them holding a child ok his arms was slightly shocking.
"Boss what is-" Chisaki passed thorugh them without a word, walking numbly towards the car, Chrono noticing how he tighten his grip on the little one as his eyes darkened a bit.
"What the hell is Overhaul doing with a brat?" Rappa mumbled more in disbelief than shock.
"Is his chick's quirk. Can't exactly die." Mimic muttered.
"The more (Y/n) dies, the longer it takes for her to recover her memories of Overhaul and goes back to her original form..." Chrono completed, following Chisaki but giving him his privacy and distance.
He knew that the moment the first bullet came out, Chisaki at this point was going to force that thing into your system... after all, you were indeed one of the few persons he cared for more than anything.
His plan was for to retribuit Pops and free you from your curse after all.
#overhaul x reader#overhaul scenario#fanfic overhaul#overhaul#chisaki kai imagine scenario#kai chisaki x reader#chisaki kai x reader#kai chisaki#chisaki kai#bnha chisaki#bnha imagine#bnha x reader#bnha characters#bnha villains#bnha#my writing#zuffer writing
176 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
karlieklosssource
Karlie Kloss Source
alex-and-piper
Alex Vause & Piper Chapman
all-inuyasha
All-Inuyasha
bluesurf
Untitled