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lunargrapejuice · 9 months

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never alone

kaveh x fem!reader | 2.5k+ words

warnings: hurt/comfort, unspecified sadness(reader pov), unestablished relationship, mentions of reader being shorter than kaveh

it's been a crappy week and i wasn't originally gonna post this but maybe someone else needs my self induglent comfort too<3

kaveh knew something was wrong, even though you hadn’t looked his way or spoken a word to him yet, even when no one else had noticed as you approached their table at the lambads tavern and the rest accepted your half hearted welcoming smile as genuine proof that you were fine. you didn’t need to speak the words out loud for him to know.

he swore it was as if your heart had whispered it to his own, making his chest tight and his eyes soften in worry.

and perhaps you knew that too, which is why you avoided his gaze and took the seat next to alhaitham that nearly hid you from kavehs view. you only truly look at him when he calls your name and he leans forward to get a better look at you, offer you a warm smile, hopeful that maybe it might make you feel better like your smile had done to him countless times.

the water in your eyes makes him worry he’s done the wrong thing but you return his smile, more honest in your feelings this time then you wanted to be. your lips wobbled, a slight tremble that kept you from saying a sweet hello like you wished you could have, and normally would have for him.

you’re thankful the waitress comes by with a drink then, pulling your attention away before it could become too clear as to what lay behind your eyes. you didn’t want to cry, not here and in front of your friends, in front of kaveh, not when you were trying so hard to keep it together. you wouldn’t normally have come out after a day like today but when the sweet architect that unknowingly held your heart asked if you would be coming to join everyone tonight, you couldn’t say no and thought maybe being around your friends would help lift your spirits.

when it doesn't, one and a half drinks down and still unable to join in the fun atmosphere of your friends playing cards despite trying so hard to forget your troubles, you excuse yourself. apologizing for leaving early, with the reason of feeling tired, you hurry out the door without looking back or noticing kaveh following steps behind you. all you could focus on was trying to keep yourself together and holding back the tears you didn’t want to shed.

it broke his heart to see you like this; hurting all alone, not letting him in, pretending to be okay. he had pretended plenty, smiled when it hurt and got back up even when there was nearly no reason to. and it was worth it, a choice he’d make again and again but, since you had come into his life, he had learned it was so much easier to do with you by his side, so much better when you encompassed him in a hug and told him it would all be okay.

maybe you hadn’t known the full extent of what it did to him, how much you stole his heart each time you touched and cared for him. he didn’t know if you could love him in return but right now, he didn’t let his own worries hold him back, he just desperately wanted to give the same comfort to you, to bring back your smile. he would give everything, the entire world, to take away every ounce of your pain, even if meant taking it on himself.

today maybe it isn’t a lavish gift to sparkle in your eyes or an expensive dinner to fill your tummy or soft fabric to adorn your skin but tonight he can give you himself and hope maybe he will be enough to help soothe your aching heart, remind you that you aren’t alone. because no matter the nature of your relationship, even if you forever reminded nothing more than friends, he would never let you be alone again.

you don’t get far from the tavern before he calls your name. a few feet from him, you turn, surprise in your eyes, tears on your lashes that you try so hard to wipe in time before they escape and he can see but it’s too late. you can tell by the way his expression falls, making you even sadder.

“i’m sorry kaveh,” this was exactly what you wanted to avoid. you hadn’t meant to ruin kavehs fun night or make him sad either.. “i promise everything’s al-”

all the while you spoke he was closing the distance between you, blonde hair rustling inthe breeze, but before you could continue, lying to him when you knew you could tell him anything, he’s pulling you into a quiet corner of the city, away from curious eyes and against his chest. he’s so warm and you can hear his heart racing from where your face rests against his chest, pressed tenderly there by his hand cradling the back of your head.

“you don’t have to lie to me y/n.. what’s wrong?” he asks, voice low and gentle against your ear. his other hand tightens around your waist, keeping you pressed against him.

you don’t say anything, can’t say anything when you're so quick to tears in his embrace. your hands are slow to follow, coming around his middle with shaking, hesitant, fingers but once you hug him in return, you aren’t sure you’d be able to let him go.

“i-i’m sorry,” you hiccup, shaking your head back and forth like it might help you stop crying. it didn’t, nearly nothing could when you were in this state, and you aren’t sure what else to do besides hold onto him like he was your life line, the precious hands that held your aching soul in its palms. “i-i just need a minute..”

“take as long as you need.” you both tighten your grip on one another just as a particularly hard sob escapes your throat. “it’s okay,” he whispers, his heart breaking hearing you cry like this. “i’ve got you.”

the wetness of your tears drips down the skin of his exposed chest, stains his shirt, your hands bunching up the back of the soft fabric, wrinkling it in your vice hold but he didn’t mind. it was so hard to hold yourself up but kaveh never let you slip, never let you falter from his hold. his hands felt so soothing on your back and in your hair, his pink lips touching your ears and forehead as he whispered more assurances to you.

you had held it together for so long.. tried to swallow it down and not let it bubble over but all it took was kavehs embrace to have you crumbling. an uncontrollable sobbing mess in his arms. if your feelings weren’t so suffocating already, you may have been embarrassed at such a display in front of him but right now.. weak and vulnerable, you want no one else in this whole world other than the man embracing you so lovingly. trusted no one else to hold you together while you broke against your will.

his own eyes sting at your weeping state. the little sounds you try so hard to swallow, burying your face into his chest to try to hide, plucking his heart strings one by one. but even if it hurts to see you this way, he's so thankful you are not alone and that he was the one to be able to hold you.

it takes some coaxing, minutes he doesn’t count, words he would have said a million times if he needed to, to get you to mostly steady breaths. fewer tears soak into the skin of his chest, your sobs turning to quiet hiccups but neither of you release your hold on each other, his hand stroking over the back of your head not stopping. he feels you begin to relax against him, the weight of your head heavier over his heart, the beat of it a calming white noise to your once racing thoughts.

you swear you might begin to cry again when you feel him move, worried he was leaving you and while he had taken a small step back, it was only to move you a bit from his chest, enough to look at you. though it does take gentle fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze, for you to actually look back at him, getting lost in the rose color of his eyes.

you’re sure you look like a mess, puffy eyes and wet cheeks, messy hair and flushed skin and archons knows what else after you had sobbed for far too long in his arms.

“there you are, pretty girl,” he coos with a quirk of his lips, his heart skipping a beat yet again at the sight of you. no matter what he had always found you utterly beautiful and now was no exception.

your own heart was not in a better state. kaveh was so breathtaking but the way he looked at you right now, ruby eyes glistening in the moonlight, sensitive and kind, looking at you with emotions you might have called love, left you at the mercy of your fluttering heart and the heat that courses through your veins under such attention.

letting out a weak laugh, you break your gaze from his, his fingers easily moving from your chin when you force yourself from his touch and nuzzle back into his chest without a second thought. “i’m just a mess right now.”

“that’s not true.”

“it is..”

at the sound of your voice breaking a bit he’s quick to wrap his arms around you again, his scent invading your noise at the proximity but you’re more calm now to properly relish in it.

“please don’t cry anymore y/n.”

“i’m sorry.. i’m not upsetting you too, am i?” you grip onto his shirt tighter, like you want to pull away but can’t bring yourself to. kaveh felt for everybody, shared the pain of those he did not know and of course those he cared for. you felt lucky to be in the latter but hated that your pain bled into him too.

“no. it’s okay,” he promises, earnest and sweet. “i hate to see you cry but y/n.. i would do anything to make you feel better.”

“you already are making me feel better,” you admit, quiet against his chest, your voice hoarse but still filled with that lightness he had missed so much, that he hadn’t heard from you all night. “thank you for holding me..” you feel the heat rise to your cheeks and you wonder if it’s warming the little bit of skin you can’t help but rest on just to feel closer to him.

“you don’t need to thank me,” he says softly, his lips now on your forehead. he hesitates, as if he’s unsure if he should speak more before he says into your skin. “.. i will hold you always, when you’re happy and when you’re sad.”

“will you.. keep holding me tonight?”

“yes, of course.”

wanting to get you somewhere more comfortable, ensure you had privacy and as much time as you needed, with you wrapped around his arm and his hand resting on top of yours, rubbing back and forth on your soft skin the entire way, he leads you back to his and alhaithams place. his voice a lovely distraction to your lingering despair, he talks the whole way; drawing your attention to the stars hung above you, the flowers you pass by that look like the color of starlight in the evening glow, the beautiful architecture that meant so much to him in the distance.

by the time you make it there, you feel as though you’re in a daze; your body exhausted from finally crying everything you had been holding back, your heart fuzzy from the man you secretly loved caring so deeply for you, how he looked as though he had needed, not just wanted, to make you feel better.

he’s quiet as he walks you through the familiar living room of your friend's house and down a less familiar path that leads to his bedroom. you hold onto him the entire way, leaning your head on his shoulder and feeling your body fill with comfort and a wave of tiredness upon entering his room. the strong scents of him and the parchment he often used for blueprints clung to the air, pulling you from the sadder thoughts to nothing but thoughts of kaveh.

you didn’t speak or protest when he helped you remove your shoes, having you sit on the edge of the bed as he kneels before you and slips them off your feet after you had undone the ties. you’re thankful that your mind is too tired and too occupied to worry about being this close.. this intimate with kaveh. you didn’t want to worry right now, to overthink it until you decided once again to not reveal or give in to your feelings and run away.

you just wanted him.

from his place on his knees in front of you, he looks up, catching your gaze already on him. his heart pounds in his chest, his hands moving on their own; one resting on your thigh, the other coming to cup your face. you lean into his touch, the coldness of his rings feeling nice on your heated tender skin, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“i’ll be right back,” he assures you, wanting to make some lavender and chamomile tea to help you calm down even more but at his words he sees a fresh wave of tears in your eyes, even in the dim moonlight filling his room.

you thought you had started to calm down more and maybe it was just your new found tiredness, the emotional exhaustion or the way you’ve always needed him, or a bit of it all and then some, that makes the thought of him being not within arms reach feel like you won’t be okay.

“don’t go.. please..” you choke out, closing your eyes, grabbing onto his hand and arm that's stretched towards you. his heart aches at the sadness of it.

he can’t bring himself to note out loud that he wouldn’t be far, that it would only be minutes before he returned. not when you beg him like this. so he promises to stay, standing to take off his accessories and shoes, letting you get comfortable in bed before sliding into the place next to you, pulling the covers over you both and wrapping you in his arms, pulling you flush against him. much like you had been all night and still so unable to part from it.

“it’s going to be okay,” he promises you, placing an actual kiss on your forehead, unable to help himself when he held you more than he ever had before tonight, when he had felt you like you wanted and needed him, and it was still far from over.

with your face in the crook of his neck, your breath falling in sync with his own and his fingers tickling up and down your back, it’s not long before you drift to sleep in his arms, your legs lacing comfortably with his. his own eyes feel heavy at the lovely weight of you so near to him and the scent of your shampoo in his nose and even in his sleep, as the sun rises he holds you close and reminds you that you will never be alone again.

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crow-stars · 1 year

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❝I DO ADORE❞

❦ summary; a four letter word, a three word phrase, and so many ways to say it.

♪the characters in this story; lilia vanrouge, gn!reader

✎word count; 503

☛the author's notes; a bit shorter than i wanted, but i hope that you all will like it!

☪look at the catalogue?

“Be safe Lilia.”

“Have you eaten today, my dear?”

“Hey, I’m going to Sam’s, want anything?”

“You’re so cute, my dear! Especially when you’re flustered.”

You adore Lilia. Absolutely you do. While a bit on the more eccentric side, he was a charming person and when he really wanted to show he cared about you, it was usually through action and not words. You adore Lilia.

Lilia adores you. He really does. He admires your spirit, your interests, the way you talk. Especially when you take the time out of your day to check up on him, to spend time with him, to shower him in all the affection you could possibly give. He adores it all.

Adore, admire, care. These are words you both use to express your affection to one another and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Except now.

Except now, when you’re lying next to Lilia on a clear night, hands interlaced with the other, hugged close to Lilia’s chest as he tells stories from when he was younger. Your free hand plays with any loose cloth on his clothes, nodding whenever it’s appropriate during the story.

You lift your head to look at Lilia, causing the fae to pause and meet your eyes. There’s a brief moment of the two of you just looking at one another, not saying anything. It’s only after a bit that Lilia chuckles softly, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind your ear and lets his hand cup your cheek.

The touch is intimate and you lean into it, eyes fluttering shut. Your chest feels full, heart lighting aflame at these touches, these actions, these silent words. His thumb begins to rub against your skin and you could almost melt at this, only smiling and letting a content sigh slip from your lips.

“Something on your mind, my dear?”

Lilia’s words make you pause a bit, make you think about your next words. You open your eyes, slowly, pursing your lips and thinking.

“I...” You press your lips together quickly, fearing that your voice will fail you. You gather your courage, letting it swirl in your chest and rise to your throat, pushing the remaining words past.

“I love you Lilia.”

This gives Lilia pause, surprisingly enough, astonishment clear on his features. He’s silent, blinking a few times as you await Lilia’s response.

His response, however, was to grab your face, pressing a long kiss to your forehead that makes you flush red. Once he pulls away, Lilia giggles, grinning widely at you and showing off those gleaming fangs of his.

“Oh, dear one, you’re really adorable, you know?”

Lilia’s response only made your cheeks redden further and you wanted to hide, but the hands that hold your burning face prevent you from doing so.

“L-Lilia!”

Only gentle laughter is heard at your whine and the fae brings you closer, his forehead pressing against yours. He gives you a soft smile, eyes twinkling with adoration.

“I love you too, my dear.”

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atwowination · 1 year

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5. Vulnerability

A/n: I’ve been waiting sooooo long to use this part of the movie in my story AHSFDWHFSJKEFH. Anyways...hope you enjoy. It’s not edited so I'm sorry if it's incomprehensible. Also, please listen to the song I linked while reading! Parts of the script are not mine, so full credit to the writer of the original script.

Änee leaped over the tree branches that had fallen on the floor and Jake did the same, running behind her. They had distanced themselves from the ceremony wanting to relieve the tension that had formed between them. She hoped that opening her heart to him by showing him her sacred place would help reassure him.

She guided him towards a clearing in the woods, a green sparkling pond in the middle surrounded by those purple trees he admired the last time he met with her. She walked around the pond as Jake stood there, watching her hips move. She bent down, dipping her hand in the water and welcoming the fish that inhabited it. The white dots on her skin glowed as the darkness enveloped the sky. She turned her head to look at Jake as he was now looking around at the trees.

“This was my home when I was an infant. My friends and I would gather here every morning before breakfast to clean ourselves and play around in the water. I find it replenishing whenever I come back here. As if every day takes something from me but the lepay brings it back,” (water) She stood back up, reaching behind her neck with her hands. She slowly untied her bralette letting it fall on the floor.

“Oh,” Jake’s mouth fell open. He quickly turned to the side, placing his arm over his eyes. No matter how curious he was, he was respectful of your privacy. Änee noticed his nervous stance as he was trying his best to avert his eyes from the situation in front of him.

“Nudity should not be inappropriate to you. It’s the way we were conceived and it's only natural to roam freely in our birthed bodies. But you seem to have a problem with that,” She giggled as her eyes fell on the bump on Jake’s bottom cover. He quickly hid it, removing his arm from his eyes. His eyes were on her body again as she removed her skirt and dove into the water. She came back up, the newly formed waves hitting her shoulders.

She looked up and down at him, gesturing that he should join her. And although he felt awkward undressing in front of her, something about how she looked at him brought a sense of comfort to Jake. Jake walked into the pond, feeling bare while she reached up to take his hand. She slowly pulled him in as she reassured him: “Do not feel ashamed, Jake. I am comfortable showing you my vulnerable self and I will happily welcome you into my heart,”

Her words made his eyelashes flutter. He felt like a little girl laying on her bed, kicking her feet back and forth as butterflies formed in her stomach. His spirit lifted and he suddenly felt worry depart him. She led him closer to her and let go of his hand when he was close enough for her to feel his breath. She placed both of her hands on his chest.

“Calm your heart. Close your eyes and listen to the water.” Jake followed her commands and breathed heavily. His heart was beating so fast he could not even think straight. She caressed his skin with her thumb, the most comforting feeling to Jake. He felt his heart slow down as her hands went up to his face, her fingers running over his lips. He heard the water move as she moved closer to him. He could feel her breath on his neck before she placed soft kisses all over his skin.

“Calm you will find in here. It has to be from the inside. Looking for it elsewhere will result in failure,” She spoke softly. Her eyes stared into his once he opened his eyes. He tucked a piece of her hair in the back of her ear, revealing her serene face.

“Thank you, Änee. You’re magical,” She chuckled and swam a few feet away from him.

“You are stupid, Jake,” She laughed as he opened his mouth in shock. He splashed her with the water, giggles erupting from both of them.

“Stop it!” Änee stopped as she accepted defeat. With her hand on her stomach, she leaned on the edge of the pond, swaying her legs in the water. Jake, on the other hand, was swimming around the pond looking down at his feet as the fish swarmed them. Änee looked at him for a moment and Jake turned around to ask her a longing question.

“How do mates work exactly?” She dipped her head in the water, soaking her hair, and cleared her throat.

“Mating is an internal process. You mate with the one that feels right. One that is worthy of being in your life forever. Once you have chosen each other, you will mate before Eywa under the tree of voices. There are many women for you to choose from. Nuyä, who you have already met, is known for her beauty and grace. You should choose someone talented. Talented as Ninat, who is the best singer,” She rubbed her hands on the surface of the water, creating patterns on it. Jake stared at her as she suggested possible mates for him.

“I don’t want Ninat,” He walked towards her, forming bubbles in the water.

“Bey’ral is the best hunter,” She continued oblivious to how close they were. He nodded.

“Yes, she is. But, I have already chosen,” Äwee looked up at him, tilting her head to the side as her eyes softened.

“But this woman must also choose me,” She smiled, revealing her fangs as she realized who he was referring to.

“She already has,” She stared down at his lips and he brought his hand up to caress her cheek. He tilted his head to the side as he leaned it to her. His lips touched her soft ones and they moved together to form a soft kiss.

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viilpstick · 3 months

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Freaking you know what??? *Writes another daiggie scenario bc of brainrot*

I will. Shut up about these two after this. I promise (I'll try)

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A few sniffles were heard by a pair of hyena ears that was walking by, his hands occupied with a basket full of clothes meant to be washed. Ruggie continued on his way deciding to ignore the sound, — judge him if you want, he was a busy guy and didn't have time to deal with someone having a crisis — but realized the cries were getting louder each step. Once he made a turn he finally stumbled upon the source of such noise.

Sitting on the ground, holding her legs tightly and trembling was Daisy, the prefect Ruggie had come to… like, he guessed, in these past two days she's stayed at Savanaclaw. He blinked in confusion, the mere sight of her crying seeming out of character as he always saw her with a smile and a fire in her eyes. Where before she stood strong and courageous by fighting her fears in a battle against Leona by his side, now she looked… small, frail and absolutely terrified of God knows what.

Ruggie didn't know what to say so he simply cleared his throat, making the girl flinch and dry her tears the moment she realized someone was there.

“I-I’m sorry, don't mind me.” She quickly said, but upon realizing it was Ruggie, a part of her seemed to relax. “Oh, it's… you.”

“Yeah, me.” Ruggie said, a bit unsure. “Are you… alright?” A stupid question, he knows, but what else was he supposed to say?

“Yes, I'm just… I guess I'm angry.”

“Angry? You're crying rivers because you're angry?” Ruggie lifted an eyebrow, confused and a bit skeptical.

“Well, I– I guess it's more frustration. I just- just don't know how to get it out so… I started crying without realizing.” Daisy explained, wiping some other tears away. “Please just don't tell anyone you saw me like this. I can pay you lunch in exchange if you wish.”

“I wasn't gonna say anything regardless, but who am I to refuse free lunch?” He laughed that trademark laugh of his and Daisy giggled. Ruggie widened his smile, happy to know he somehow was able to lift her spirits at least a bit.

The hyena beastmen put the basket of clothes down, crouching in front of his temporary dorm member, and tilting his head.

“So, what's up?”

“What?”

“Why are you frustrated?”

Daisy seemed surprised by the question, blinking a few times to make sure she wasn't just imagining things.

“Why… why do you wanna know?”

That was a good question. Ruggie didn't have an answer for that, he just wanted to know, he wanted to know why she was so angry so he could help her cheer up. Why did he want to do so? Oh, don't ask, that was an even bigger question for him.

He just didn't like seeing her like this. Not the Daisy he knew.

“You look defeated.” He said, frowning, making Daisy look away in embarrassment. “It annoys me seeing the girl who basically saved my life and took care of me like this. I don't wanna be in debt with anyone, but specially not to anyone who looks like such a loser.”

“Hey, now!”

“I said ‘looks like’, not ‘is’.” He pointed out. “Is it because of Azul?”

Daisy groaned. “It's Azul, it's Ramshackle, it's the Leech twins preventing me from getting that dang photo, it's- ugh.” She massaged her temples, stress starting to build up once again. “I'm just… so frustrated. I was happy with Grimmy at Ramshackle but now… this stupid guy wants to steal it from me. The only place I'm happy at.” She lets out. The girl lifted her head again, her eyes making contact with Ruggie's attentive gaze, and she sighed. “Sorry, I'll… stop feeling sorry for myself and get to work.”

“You better, crying about it ain't gonna fix anything.” Ruggie said, matter of factly, and Daisy felt a knife through her heart. Afterwards though, she felt warm fingers against the skin of her cheek, caressing her face softly and carefully. “You can't stay defeated like this. Where's that determination you had during the Spelldrive fiasco, huh?” He smiled and Daisy returned it, though it was smaller, weaker, more timid. Her cheeks were warming up. “Come on, you're better than this. And to prove it…”

His other hand made its way to her other cheek, Ruggie was getting closer with each second and Daisy started freaking out. Unsure of what to do, the girl closed her eyes, her hands clutching the step of the stairs she was seated on, but instead of feeling anything against her lips or face, nothing came, so she slowly opened her eyes, seeing Ruggie holding a pair of earrings.

Her pair of earrings.

“Hey! These are mine!”

“Yes, yes, I'm aware.” He got up, putting the earrings in his pocket as he smirked at her. “My, my, were you expecting something else? You closed your eyes and everything.”

Daisy's face went red in shame and embarrassment and she struggled to speak. Ruggie laughed at her reaction, walking towards his basket and picking it up again.

“I'll return these to you once you leave Savanaclaw after getting Azul his picture.”

“Ruggie, please. They were my mother's.” Daisy got up, standing in front of him and preventing him from walking. “They're the only thing I have from her. Please.”

Ruggie stayed quiet for a moment, his face serious this time. “And because of that I promise to take good care of them.” Suddenly, he gave her a head pat, his smile returning, but it was much softer this time, something that put Daisy’s heart at ease. “You’ll figure it out, prefect. You outsmarted Leona once, of course you’ll be able to outsmart Azul.” Then, he flickered her forehead lightly, starting to walk away. “See ya around, flower.”

And with that Daisy was alone again. She was still angry, but now she was much more at ease, and had even more motivation to keep on going. Ruggie was right, she survived until now, someone like Azul wouldn't ruin her home! She had to deal with worst before!

She was getting that picture and winning against Azul, no matter what.

STOP???

NUH-UH?? AFTERT THIS I FORBID YOU TO NOT BRAINROT ON ME ABOUT THEM

THIS IS SO CUTE

AND HER EXPECTING A KISS WAS SO LJWKLXEJLKJELKXJD LIKE GIRLIE IS BETTER YOU NOT EXPECT THE KISS AND THEN GET A KISS THAN YOU EXPECT A KISS AND DON'T GET IT

I LOVE THM

I LOVE IT

I AM CRYING

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nyxnightshade1332 · 6 months

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Expectations When Expecting (Book 1)

Chapter 7

Chapter 8:

Yuu and Grim ceased their bickering once Trey cleared his throat to speak. As much as she hated to admit it, Yuu was curious about the school she'd be stuck in. She leaned forward with interest.

"As Cater mentioned earlier, the dorms of this school are themed after the Great Seven. We have our dorm, Heartslabyul, modeled after the strictness of the Queen of Hearts. To run down the rest of them for you, we have..." Trey began to explain, Yuu listening as she began to recognize the different dorms:

Savanaclaw, based on the persistent spirit of the King of Beasts.

Octavinelle, based on the benevolent heart of the Sea Witch.

Scarabia, based on the mindful personality of the Sorcerer of the Sands.

Pomefiore, based on the tenacity of the Fairest Queen.

Ignihyde, based on the diligence of the king of the underworld.

And finally...

Diasomnia, based on the noble spirit of the Thorn Fairy.

Yuu remained quiet for a moment, an attempt to take in the new information, trying to make her brain remember. Finally, she spoke, a little overwhelmed. "Wow... that's definitely a lot to take in."

"All those names are way too long! How's anyone supposed to remember 'em?" Grim agreed, splaying himself onto the table dramatically.

Cater gave an amused laugh at Grim's antics. "Well, you get the idea. Want to or not, you'll learn them soon enough."

"At orientation, the Dark Mirror picks a dorm for you based on the essence of your being. As a result, each dorm ends up with a distinct sort of... flavor, we'll call it." Trey began, simplifying the rules of the school for her.

"That is sooo true. I totes see it." Cater agreed.

"'Flavor,' huh...?" Deuce muttered, trying to understand it.

Yuu, however, chose to catch everyone off guard, "Wow, we've only just met, and you've already called me taste-less." She joked, recalling the mirror's words of her soul being shapeless and colorless.

This lovely joke caused Trey to stumble across his words, attempting to explain how he didn't mean it that way, while Ace choked on the water he was drinking and Deuce attempted to cover his laugh with a cough. Cater looked at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Yuu gave a nod of satisfaction, finally choosing to calm Trey down.

"Sorry, I saw the opportunity." She said, awkwardly laughing as Trey finally took a breath, nodding.

"Y-yeah, I knew that." His voice cracked before he cleared his throat. "Anyway, take that guy, for example." Trey gestured to a very tall, tan and muscular fellow with very large ears on the top of his head.

Yuu's eyes widened in surprise, slamming her hands on the table. "He has dog ears?!" She yelped before clearing her throat, before attempting to play it cool. "Muscly dog man, sure why not."

"That rough-and-tumble vibe he's got has Savanaclaw House written all over it." Trey said. Yuu noticed how the boy's ears perked slightly.

"No doubt. That dorm is full of scrappy guys who are into, like, working out and fighting." Cater said, leaning closer to Yuu, who now seemed to be a bit less tense with him. "How should I describe the vibe...? Macho dudes? Gruff big brothers? Something along those lines. The black and gold armband is another giveaway." Yuu nodded, understanding.

"He's a lot like one of my cousins. That man looks scary, but he was a pretty nice guy. He even has a daughter now." Yuu said.

Grim lifted his head, pointing to a familiar gray-haired boy. He looked to be rather frail and wore glasses. Yuu looked to see that the boy had pale, very shiny skin.

"He's gotta be from Octavinelle House." Trey mentioned, motioning toward the happy-looking white haired boy from the entrance ceremony, and a very pretty dark-haired boy who seemed to be internally dying.

"And the student sitting at the table in front of him has a red and gold armband- Scarabia colors."

"They look like the sun and moon." Yuu remarked.

"Those dorms are for the smart students. They're always neck-and-neck in the academic rankings." Cater said, pausing for a moment. "Ah, but the current housewarden of Scarabia doesn't seem to be all that great of a student..."

"And here Cater goes off on some tangent." Ace rolled his eyes.

"Ha. You learn fast. Let's get back on topic." Trey said, dismissive of Ace's behavior.

"You see the flashy one with the purple and red armband? Those are Pomefiore colors." Trey pointed toward a very pretty-looking group.

"Whoa! The girl with the potion books, I really like her!" Yuu did a double take, the surprised meme sound effect playing in her mind as her eyes landed on a purple haired, delicate looking girl.

"What's she doing in a boys' school?!" Deuce yelped, looking suddenly nervous.

"You two are such morons. There aren't girls officially enrolled here." Ace said, poking Yuu in the side. "Right, Yuu?"

She jumped slightly, giving Ace an awkward thumbs up. "Y-yep!"

"WHAAAT?!" Deuce and Grim cried, the young boy turned around, confused.

"Speaking of girls, there's a portrait in the west hall who's a real beauty. Name's Rosaria." Cater teased. "If you'd like to meet her, I'd be happy to introduce you. Maybe we can set something up?"

Yuu furrowed her brow.

"A painting? Hard pass! I don't care how cute she is if she's two-dimensional!" Ace remarked, making Yuu poke Ace in the side. He jumped, glaring.

"Whaaaat? It's true. You're telling me you'd date a 2D girl?" He asked, defensively.

"I'm just saying, don't be rude. The paintings here have feelings." She said, turning her nose up at a very confused Ace. Mission: Dodge the question was successful.

"Come on, man. Who cares how many dimensions she's got!" Cater said, agreeing with Yuu. Yuu gave him a thankful nod as he began to continue speaking.

"Anyway, they take vanity pretty seriously at Pomefiore. It's basically a dorm full of models. Their housewarden has 5,000,000 followers on Magicam." Cater said, dreamily.

"Oh, I would definitely die there." Yuu muttered. She did like makeup as much as the next girl, but she didn't really have much of a sense of style.

"Hey now, they're not all just pretty faces. The students at Pomefiore are among the best at potions and casting curses." Yuu shuddered, reminding herself not to go too close to Pomfiore.

"Heh heh. True dat." Cater chuckled at Yuu's slightly disturbed expression. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a single, gloomy-looking boy. He seemed on edge with all of the people around, and Yuu pouted sympathetically. It took her years of training from her friends to get used to talking at all. She noticed him scamper away upon grabbing his food.

"Next, we have Ignihyde... Their armbands are blue and black, but I don't see any around here." Cater said, looking at Yuu. "They tend not to be the most outgoing of students. Even I don't have a single friend from that dorm. They're kind of the polar opposite of us sunny, fun-loving Heartslabyuls."

"So they're gloomy and miserable?" Grim asked, Yuu shushing him.

"Not everyone who's quiet is miserable, Grim. They're just more comfortable with alone time. I would know, I was like that when I was younger."

"Exactly!" Trey agreed. "They just have a reputation for being quiet and serious, is all. That dorm tends to attract magical-energy engineers and students who are good with tech."

Yuu grinned at Trey. "They'd be good with my family. Most of us have engineering degrees."

"And that just leaves... Diahonyalara, was it?" Deuce asked, making Cater snort in amusement.

"You were off to a good start, and then you rammed right into the guardrails. It's 'Diasomnia.'" Ace corrected.

"I know that! I just misspoke, all right?" Deuce snapped back, making Yuu pat him as a way to say she understood.

"Diasomnia House is, hm... Ah, look over there. Those guys in the special seating area." Cater nodded in the direction of the far end of the cafeteria. Yuu had to squint to see the boys.

"You can tell from the neon green and black armbands. They're basically campus celebrities. The vibe they give off makes it real hard for regular schmucks like us to even approach them." Cater stated before adding, "And their housewarden is that times a thousand."

Ace stood up, very obviously pointing with wide eyes, "There's a little kid in that group!"

"Ah, we do get some child prodigies here." Trey explained awkwardly, a forced smile on his face. "But that guy there is no kid. He's a junior like us. Name's-"

"Lilia. Lilia Vanrouge." A deep, playful voice sounded from behind her, making Yuu turn around so fast, she was almost dizzy.

"H-he just teleported!" Grim cowered, suddenly wrapped in Yuu's arms. How he'd managed to get there without her knowledge, Yuu would never know. She simply stared, bewildered at the young looking man.

"I understand my apparent age interests you? As this bespectacled fellow accurately noted..." Lilia flipped over, dusting himself off and flashing a fanged smile. "Despite my fresh-faced, boyish good looks, it would be inaccurate to call me a 'child.'" He paused, noticing Yuu.

"'Fresh-faced,' he says..." Trey said awkwardly.

Yuu became nervous when Lilia's eyes quickly flashed down to her abdomen and his gaze seemed to soften a bit. He walked up to her, offering a hand as he smiled once more. "You need not gawk at us from afar. You may feel free to speak with us directly."

Yuu was completely speechless at the strange behavior. "I- Well..." She stammered, making Lilia give a hearty laugh.

"Why... We are schoolmates, are we not? All of us at Diasomnia House welcome you without reservation."

Can he tell...? Yuu thought to herself, making a note to herself to find him later and ask.

"And yet, those guys over there aren't exactly rolling out the red carpet in terms of approachability..." Deuce said, shrinking in his seat. Yuu looked over to where Lilia had been sitting, noticing two, very serious looking boys eyeing their table. She herself felt like shrinking back.

"Forgive me for appearing above you during your meal. I do hope we can speak again." Lilia chuckled as he bowed before taking Yuu's hand in his own and placing a kiss on it. Yuu looked bewildered, blushing at the gentlemanly nature, yet entirely confused.

Once Lilia had left, Ace gave Yuu a semi-disgusted look. "What the heck was that...? Nevermind." Ace cut himself off before continuing. "Their table has got to be over twenty yards away from ours. And they overheard our conversation? That's WAY creepy!"

"Well... Diasomnia House does have a bit of a reputation for having lots of special students. Some of them are extremely talented at magic." Trey explained, dismissingYuu's first encounter with Lilia. "Their housewarden, Malleus Draconia, is considered to be one of the five best mages in the world."

"Malleus is reeeeeal bad news." Cater said, pausing before he added, "Though I suppose the same could be said of our own dear housewarden."

Yuu noticed a familiar-looking red-head coming their way just as Ace went off on a tangent. "No kidding! He collared me for eating one slice of tart! All his rule obsession is outta control!"

Yuu, in a pathetic attempt to get him to shut up, glared at him with wide eyes. She failed to recognize that Ace was a very reckless idiot, as the shorter boy glowered at Ace from behind.

"My 'rule obsession' is 'outta control,' is it?" He asked, his voice dangerously calm.

"Ace..." Yuu said, trying to direct Ace to look behind him as he continued.

"You bet it is. Riddle's just a petty tyrant who leans into the whole 'rules' schtick as a pretext to keep everyone under his puny thumb!" Yuu, knowing she could no longer save Ace, proceeded to shove her elbow into his side, making Ace squeak in surprise. "Ow! Yuu, what the hell?!" He began to ask before Deuce cut him off.

"Ace! Behind you!" He said.

Ace suddenly paled, slowly turning to face the sudden visit. "Bwah?! Housewarden!" He yelped. Yuu watched the young man as he gave a sicily sweet smile for a moment before his face erupted in an angry crimson tone.

"Oh boy..." She muttered.

Chapter 9

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"Oil Fashioned Love Note"

@sinisterexaggerator passed this writing request to me, saying I should write it since Duros' oil sacs and their romantic purpose being my headcanon. So I obliged, and this was way too fun for me, tbh. Enjoy Part 1! ------------------------------------- Chapter 1: Lovesick Duros (part 1)

Cailom Macaim was a young Duros bachelor who grew up on a star ship. His parents were travelers of the stars, and even when his mother laid her fertilized egg, they refused to settle on the orbital cities to raise their little grub. He was a man in his own right now, and the ship that was his home began to feel claustrophobic. It became clear to him it was time to leave the nest and strike out on his own.

His parents had taught him everything he needed to know for space travel, business skills, and communication with various species. His father grasped his hands tightly and gave an encouraging shake. His mother gifted him a sack with carefully packaged goodbye treats. Spiced clot cakes, his favorite. He breathed deeply one last time the recycled air he knew so well, then he stepped out on the sandy beaches of an alien world. He was certain he’d be fine.

This small port town on Mon Cala was nothing special. But the cold pouring rain, the salty smell of the sea, and the roar of crashing waves made an impression he’d never forget. Cailom didn’t shiver. The spray and rain threatened him, but the space suit was immune to the water and kept him dry and warm.

The locals were so unlike him. Mon Calamari had large eyes and bulbous heads with claw like hands. Quarren were squid-like with tiny mouths, but somehow seemed more… frightening. Perhaps it was their small, suspicious eyes. Cailom’s skin was as blue as the sea, while these people were as uncolorful as the sandy floor. These uncolorful folk weren’t so bad. As the months went by he found sailors willing to take him under their wing, teaching him the art of sailing and fishing. The high sea rocked and swelled, and his spirit was filled with adventure every day.

Yet a part of him was empty. Some days he would breathe the salty air and feel invigorated, only later to huff and escape into his bunk, feeling low. Perhaps he was homesick. He had never been on his own before. He had made friends here, began a new life among them.

Something is missing, he thought.

He peered at a hologram of his parents. They smiled with their fangs unbarred, pleasantly, and held each other as couples do. His heart ached. He turned over and had one last thought before falling asleep, Time to go. He found what he was looking for many months and many planets later, winding up on Jedha. He didn’t know it, but he had been restlessly searching not for freedom, but for her.

Cailom stopped in his tracks. He held his breathe, as if it would be a wind that would blow away what he hoped was not an illusion. In the heart of Ni Jedha was a market, and holding a wicker basket filled with fresh vegetables was a young Duros woman. Her eyes were a delicate crimson, almost pink, and her microscales was a lovely purple. It was a full week before he gained the courage to speak to her.

She noticed him when he approached the stall adjacent to the one where she stood. It was the closest he had dared. It was now or never. He took in a deep breath and turned to say hello. She had turned her head, already looking at him, swinging her basket playfully. She lifted a delicate long fingered hand and blew him a kiss. The shock nearly sent him reeling. He gulped. It was definitely now or never. He walked up to her and smiled.

“I was beginnin’ to lose hope you’d ever say hello, Traveler,” she teased. “I thought you’d jump behin’ the black melons again when I blew dat kiss atcha.”

“I have it right here. It fluttered over like a butterfly,” he said, raising his hand holding nothing but an air-blown kiss. “I’m Cailom Macaim. I’d love to hear your name?”

“Zani,” she said, peering up at him with those big rose petal eyes. “Zani Lam.”

They spent that afternoon together dodging the bustling crowds, and learning about eachother. She was a daughter of immigrants from New Teyana. She had the distinct spacer accent, but he found it charming. It was another week before he asked her out on a date. They hit it off far better than he had hoped. Her walk had a sway to it, with her hips begging for his hand to rest on the side.

It was another week before he had the courage to rest his hand there while they walked through the market together. She let him. Cailom couldn’t believe this beautiful woman was by his side. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her. He had dated many girls before, most of which were either human or other common spacer alien species. Non had enraptured him like this. His favorite thing about Zani was her laugh. He would crack a joke just to hear it, but also to see how she’d raise her long fingers to shield her fangs from view. For having lived in a space ghetto, she was incredibly modest and shy.

One night when he walked her home, he held her hand tightly. She hugged his arm, and although Duros females lacked bosoms, she pressed her ribcage against his elbow. It was terribly distracting. He took it as a signal that she might actually like him. When they reached her front door, there was a tension in the air.

There was hope in her eyes, and he noticed they flitted to his mouth for the third time that night, and for the third time, she’d look away as if she were a child having been caught stealing a piece of candy. He didn’t miss it the fourth time, barely a minute later. He reached to catch hold of her cheek before she could look away and gently held her there.

He leaned his head down, touching his rostrum to hers. Then he kissed her, gently, sweetly. He parted lips for a breath, but she pulled him back, tugging on his space suit collar. He rattled gently, and she replied with her own, a slightly higher pitch.

What a cute rattle, he couldn’t help but think, daring to deepen the kiss. ------------------------------------------------------------ "Oil Fashioned Love Note" on Tumblr: Chapter 1: Part 2 ------------------------------------------------------------ Original Oil Sac Headcanon Post w/Cad Bane on Vacay <-click

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it's too soon (Cyno or Hope pls!)

This is Goodbye || Always Accepting

Note: precedes the events of Crisis Core: chapter 10~

"No... here is... It's perfect. I already feel... much better." He whispered quietly, exhausted, but so relieved at the same time. Laying on the cool surface of old stone, Cyno felt his body soothed by new energy that soothed him and his festering ailment like fresh water.

As he'd expected, the closeness of the Lifestream was causing a reaction. The Planet beckoned him.

Like coming home after a long, exhausting journey. He was thankful Genesis had listened to him and brought him here.

Ever since Sephiroth's fall in Nibelheim, it had been several years of agony. Caught in the eye of the storm of fire and malice, Cyno had been one of many victims who'd fallen in the hands of ShinRa and experimented upon within the bowels of that cursed mansion. By the time Genesis had returned, plagued with degradation, the Cetra was as far too gone as he. The S Cells implanted in his body had poisoned him in nearly his entirety, taking their toll on his organs and the way they functioned. Even the once bright red eyes had become stained with sickly green, cutting dark black slits at the middle in reminiscence of the original host of those alien tissues.

Time and pain enough for Cyno to understand what he had to do. Hojo would never realize how close to a good result he'd achieved with his tests on the Cetra. Somehow, the intrusion of that organism inside him had awakened something. He heard the voices of the Lifestream now, as clear as a Seer. And the words of the Goddess that had once been little more than a memory for him to mull over and solve like a riddle were now so vivid and true in his heart as though thoughts of his own.

"Take me to her." He'd pleaded to Genesis back then. And he knew that he understood who and where. Deep in the bowels of the earth, where the village of Banora once stood, the Lifestream now spilled freely between cracks and crevices, unearthing ruins Cyno once knew well.

The statue of Minerva stood tall above him now; not exactly the way he remembered her; ruined with age and time, but still pure with her pristine beauty. The scent of dirt and aether brought him back; the cold was refreshing and did not sting. Like a blanket of new silk resting on his body, it promised safety and rest.

"This is... familiar." He managed to speak; his voice felt a bit distant, almost as Cyno was drifting off to talk in his sleep. Tired eyes lifted heavy to the ceiling. It was a little sad that he could not see the sky, but a small spark gleamed in his weary irises when he saw the crystal in the hands of a statue.

The Gift of the Goddess. No... not quite. But more like a part of it. The stone orb was full, flicking weakly with ordinary lifestream energy. But it spoke to him, of promises and dreams. He could hear it beckoning him... even to the naked eye was now visible a small stream of energy flowing between him and the statue. The Lifestream emerged from deep underground, washing through the Cetra's body, to flow up the stone robes of Minerva, along her arms, and into the round rock. The birth of natural materia.

So that had been the answer all along. It was a relief; even though he'd suffered heinous corruption, his journey had reached its intended end. The prophecy would be fulfilled.

"Don't fight it, Genesis." Cyno hushed, sensing the restlessness in his companion; his lover. The real Hero of Dawn. The Cetra's lips pulled tiredly into a weary smile. "It is your gift... with her blessings.. and my prayers. You will be... saved."

Those words, they came straight from the heart. Resonating with that energy, making it shine brighter, even stronger than before. A final breath of magic and spirit pulsed through him. Matter dissolved into pyreflies; dancing closely around the ex SOLDIER and his form; stroking his skin with familiar warmth, with the echo of his goodbye.

"It was my honor and joy, to be by your side."

#au02 || crossover #gi01 || there is no escape for the guilty. [ic: cyno]#to: || genesis rhapsodos (final fantasy vii)#poeticphoenix #00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered]

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Normal Again /// Bakugou x Fem Reader (18+)

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Rating: Explicit

Summary: A sequel to fine. You never expected recovery to be easy but you never thought it would be nearly impossible. In the weeks since your torture things between you and Bakugou had only grown more strained. Will you be able to save your relationship or is it a lost cause?

Word count: 8.7k

Warnings/tags: TW: Self hatred/violence, degradation (not in a sexy way), Angst, Explicit sexual content, Oral sex (giving and receiving), Anal play, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only

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A vicious laugh filled the air as Bakugou’s boot connected with your cheek sending your body flying towards the ground. His deep red eyes were full of glee watching you spit out blood from your busted cheek. He crouched down, looking at you as if you were filth.

“Look at you,” he sneered. “Just lying there taking it all. You are pathetic, honesty how did I ever see you as more than an easy fuck.”

“Stop it Bakugou,” you beg weakly. You could not bring yourself to understand how such cruel words could come from the same mouth that used to worship you.

His boot connects to your head once more sending blinding pain shooting through your skull. “Did you really think you were going to be with me forever? That I would tie myself to someone who can’t even stop themselves from getting kidnapped by a B-ranked villain.”

His boot rests on your face, its thick rubber sole indenting its print into your cheek. “The only reason I kept you around this whole time was that you spread your legs whenever I wanted. You are easy, too easy and the whole office knows it. They all laugh at you, at how much of a whore you are.”

Tears begin to leak from your eyes as he brought to light all your insecurities. You would rather he kept beating you than continue to torture you with his taunts. After every night of the same torture you had grown numb to the physical pain but no matter how hard you tried you could not escape his words.

“If it wasn’t for you I would have already climbed my way to the top. All you can do is hold me back from my dreams with your constant failures. You make me despise you.”

His heel digs into your temple creating an agonizing inescapable pressure. You were helpless to stop his merciless assault and you were not sure you even wanted to. All you really wanted was for all of this to stop. The constant pain and guilt had worn down your spirit, it was as though you had nothing left to even lose.

“Look at you just lying there taking it. Why don’t you fight me you pathetic bitch? Why don’t you ever fight?” He screamed, emphasizing each with a blow to your head. You reach up to cover your ears not wanting to hear anything else but your arms were trapped down at your side, held by some invisible force.

You try again to lift move your arms and then your legs but a warm tight hold tightened even further. Needing to escape the suffocating warmth you thrash around, lashing out at the invisible force.

“Shh, baby it is ok,” Bakugou said above you his boot still on your head. “This is all just a dream.”

You slam your eyes closed needing to escape the glaring red eyes that only brought you pain.

“Mimic is dead and will never hurt you again I promise,” Bakugou’s voice grows closer to your ear. This was your chance! You manage to free one arm and reach up, blindly scratching at any body part you could reach.

Your nails scream for mercy as you drag them viciously down his arm, their gliding made easy by blood. Despite the pain you know you must have caused, the invisible hold only tightened, trapping both of your hands.

“Please baby open your eyes, you are safe I promise.” Bakugou’s voice cooed softly trying to pry you away from your own mind.

You shake your head not trusting the voice, after all, it was the same one that had just been hurting you. With both your hands held still you are left with no choice but to use your teeth. You bite down on one of the arms holding you, sinking your teeth deep into the flesh until a rusty taste fills your mouth.

“Open your eyes my beautiful girl please,” Bakugou’s voice grew clearer, the malice you had been expecting surprisingly absent.

Reluctantly you relax into the warm hold and crack one eye open. A sweet smelling black tank top was the first thing you recognized. You blink your eyes a few times to clean them and get a better look around.

The cold dark room you had been in only moments ago was gone, replaced by a soft bed and warm blankets. The tight suffocating grip that had held you earlier is now a warm embrace.

You look at the strong arms holding you to your fiancé’s chest and wince. Deep red scratch marks littered his muscles and an already bruising bite branded his shoulder. With you no longer resisting he released your hands and started to run his fingers up and down your back. Despite his mask of relaxation, you could tell he was shaken up.

“I did it again didn’t I?” you ask weakly already knowing the answer.

Bakugou let out a sigh, “Yeah, it took me nearly ten minutes to get you back this time.”

Overwhelming guilt filled your mind for the second time tonight. You had hurt the man you loved because of some stupid dreams. It had been months since your rescue and still every night without fail you dreamed about it happening. It was like the torture never stopped.

“It is getting worse,” Bakugou says, continuing to pet down your back.

You nod weakly. He was not wrong. Neither of you had gotten a full night’s rest since the incident. No matter what pills you took without fail you dreamed about Bakugou. Logically you knew it was not Bakugou who had been the one to hurt you. He was your hero and his reward is you flinching from his touch and attacking him in your sleep. None of this was fair.

Bakugou’s lips softly pressed against your forehead as he pulled you in even closer. You ignored the spike of fear being close to him caused and tried to remember this was your Bakugou, not the sick twisted version Mimic created.

“We can’t keep going like this baby,” he says weakly. “I think I need to leave for a little bit.”

Absolute panic grips your heart, “No! Please don’t leave me. I’ll get better I promise. I will find another sleeping pill that one doctor prescribed worked for the first couple of weeks. We can figure this out, please don’t-”

“Shh,” Bakugou pulled you in closer. “Right now I am not good for you.”

You open your mouth to protest but he places his hand finger over our lips. “Baby you flinch every time I look at you.”

You wanted to deny his claim but remember how his eyes felt on your skin and shutter.

“My face, my voice, hell my smell are all triggers for you. I am hurting you by being near you. I am causing you pain by serving as a living reminder of your pain and I can’t do it anymore.”

Hot tears start to fall from your eyes. You hated how everything he is saying is not wrong. He is a walking trigger for the memories of that night and you had no idea how to get over them.

“So this is it,” you say, defeated.

“No, baby god no. You and I just need some time apart until you are ready to see me again. I am planning on staying at Deku’s for a bit, the nerd offered me his spare bedroom.”

Despair was the only thing you could feel. All of this was your fault and he should hate you for it but he doesn’t. Why doesn’t he hate you like you hate yourself? He should be screaming at you for causing all of this. The blame is yours and yours alone. If you had been just a little stronger you would never have been taken in the first place and none of this would have happened.

“Until I can get you to talk to me about how you are feeling I can’t help you. All I am doing is making this worse.” His arms started to loosen their hold around you and for the first time in weeks you wanted them back.

His arms pulled away completely, taking his warmth. “This is not permanent,” he assured. “It is just until you are ready for me to come back and I will wait as long as you need.”

You start to reach out for him, to beg him to get back in bed but the silhouette of him above you sent a chill down your spine. You wanted to rip everything apart, every time you made progress there was something dragging you backward.

You watch helplessly as he quickly dresses and leaves the bedroom, not looking back. You can’t blame him, you want to be free of yourself too. You could hear the front door to the apartment open and quietly shut, the lock clicking into place.

Life moved slower when you did not have your angry gremlin by your side. It had been a few weeks since he left and you had never been more miserable. At first, you had agreed to the separation, after all, he was a giant trigger but you were quickly realizing it was worse without him.

The anxiety of being alone at night had you reaching for your phone nearly every night, wanting to call him. It was a miracle you had managed to resist. With you not there to bother him maybe he would finally be getting some sleep.

The only communication you had gotten from him was a couple of texts letting you know he was still alive. You know he was trying to give you space but the longer he was away the more you wanted to drag him back home.

Your therapist had still not cleared you for fieldwork so the only thing you could to distract yourself was binge a couple of shows and try some cooking. Of course nothing you made tasted half as good as Bakugou’s cooking. By the end of the the first week your life consisted of sleep, tv, and takeout.

Your glazed-over eyes half focus on the tv in front of you as you are lost in your thoughts. You hear a knock on the door and rush over to open it. Could he have changed his mind and come back? For the first time in a long time hope filled your chest but it was quickly shattered as you look through the peephole. Uraraka stood still outside your door holding a few grocery bags.

You try to plaster on a fake smile and open the door. Uraraka did not wait for an invitation and barreled her way into your apartment.

“Hello to you too,” you mumble, closing the door.

She sets the floating bags onto the counter and releases her quirk. “Whew, you would believe the line at the store this morning. All the old ladies were fighting their way into the store for the 20% off sale. Of course none of them could beat me from being first in line.”

You snort, no matter how many brand deals and hero contracts Uraraka had she never stopped being frugal.

“How was your morning?” She asked, unpacking the many goods from the bags.

You shrug, “Same as always, watched some tv and pretend my life isn’t falling apart.”

Uraraka pauses and gives you a look of understanding. “You know he hasn’t forgotten about you, not for one minute.”

You look away, “What does it matter, our relationship is practically over. I have not seen him in weeks and even if I did see him I would make everything worse with my stupid fear.”

“You fear is not stupid, you went through something traumatic and need time to heal.”

You scoff, “I have had time. But every time I make any progress something triggers me and I fall right back down to where I started.”

“That is normal though! It took me weeks to even look at Deku without crying. You are both being too hard on yourselves.”

“I am tired of waiting!” You yell, finally letting your anger out in the open. “I miss him so much it hurts. I miss how he would hold me every night after he helped me bathe because I was too sore to even lift my arms. I miss how he would pack my lunch every day because he could not stand watching me go hungry. I miss my Bakugou.”

Uraraka wraps her arms around your shoulders pulling you in tight against her chest, letting you sob. It was the first time in weeks anyone had touched you. Her soft hands traced up and down your back, trying her best to soothe the pain.

“I miss him so much,” you cry between hiccups.

“So why don’t you call him? I am sure he would be happy to hear your voice.” Uraraka pulls out her phone and starts to dial his number.

“No!” You snatch the phone from her hand and toss it over your shoulder. You wince as you hear the phone connect with the hardwood floor.

The hand on your back stills, “You are going to replace that you know.”

You nod, a worthy expense if it meant you did not have to confront reality just yet. At least with him gone you could pretend your relationship was not over.

“Stop saying that! Your relationship is not over. What the two of you need is a good conversation.”

You must have said the last part out loud. “What does it matter, even if we have a conversation and he moves back in I will end up having nightmares and keep him up for weeks. It is not fair for him to suffer through that for me.”

“Ugh!” Uraraka shoves you off her chest and stands. “Both of you keep pushing each other away based on some convoluted idea that you are actually protecting each other. It makes me want to pull my hair out!

You cross your arms over your chest, “Well I am protecting him.”

She rolls her eyes, “Sure.”

“Hey, don’t make me regret teaching you sarcasm. I’m being serious, my nightmares were getting so bad I started to attack him in my sleep.”

“No offense but Bakugou can handle you with his hands tied behind his back.”

“But he shouldn’t have to! It is not fair for him to have to worry if his fiancé will attack him in his sleep every night.”

“News flash, life is not fair. It was not fair when I watched the love of my life get skewered in front of me. It was not fair when I could not look at him for weeks without crying. And it was not fair when Mimic tortured you. None of this is fair or just, it is all shit we are given and sometimes it is more than we can handle.”

She holds your chin in her hands, “The only thing you are doing wrong is pushing away the person who you need the most.”

“But I hurt him when he is close,” you argue weakly.

Uraraka’s eyes softened, “You hurt him more when you push him away. His quirk is not mind reading, he has no idea how to help you, how you can both help each other.”

You knew she was right, that what you were doing was not working. But you were stuck, unsure how to even start talking to him again. Even so, you had to try.

“Alright, I will try giving him a call-”

Behind you, Uraraka’s phone rang, its piercing ring tone cutting you off. Your heart sinks, that ring tone only went off when a hospital was calling. Without a word, Uraraka bends down and picks up her phone from the floor.

“Hello, this is Uravity speaking,” she said into the phone.

You watch her face for clues and your heart grew even heavier as worry danced in her eyes.

“Are you going to transfer him to the Hero’s hospital in Tokyo?”

Your breathing stops. No, the world could not be so cruel. Your hearing grows fuzzy making it impossible to tune into the rest of Uraraka’s conversation.

“Hey,” someone said in the background. “Hey, I need you to focus. Bakugou is hurt, I am not next of kin so they won’t tell me anything about his condition. I am going to drive us over to the hospital, he should already be there by the time we arrive”

You nod, too stunned to speak. He was hurt. Your Bakugou was hurt and you were just standing around. Ignoring the pain in your chest your mind finally snapped into action.

Wordlessly you and Uraraka rushed down to her car below. The drive to the Hero’s hospital was short, only a few blocks from your apartment. The front entrance was already packed full of reporters trying to catch a glimpse of your injured hero.

You bite your tounge to stop yourself from cursing the reporters out. Those nosy assholes wanted to broadcast Bakugou’s pain to the public for a quick buck. Luckily disappeared from your sight as Uraraka drove past the and into the private parking lot.

Uraraka had not even put the car in park when you shoved open the door and ran to the sliding doors. You could hear her yell to wait behind you but you kept running until you found the front desk.

You skid to a stop in front of a shocked receptionist and slam your palms down on the counter, “Where are they taking Hero Dynamight?” You ask, holding your hero license out so she would know you were not a reporter.

The receptionist winced, “I am sorry but only allowed to disclose information to the family of the patient.”

“Well I am his wife and I am demanding to know where he is.” You retort, not caring about the implications of the claim.

“Dynamight is not married, his paperwork states he is a single but nice try.”

“Listen here you-” your rant was cut short by a soft hand on your shoulder.

“It was a private ceremony, they have still not made it public yet so there is now paperwork. I know that is not protocol but won’t you please let it slide this once ” Uraraka smiles sweetly trying to play cute to get what she wants.

The receptionist shook her head, “ I am sorry but I cannot allow anyone who is not documented family to visit any patient.”

You open your mouth to yell but Uraraka beats you to it.

“That is fine, thank you for doing such a great job protecting our heroes.” She gently grabs your bicep and pulls you away from the desk before you could say another word.

“What are you doing she is our only way of figuring out anything about Bakugou.” You hiss trying to pry yourself free from her hold.

“No she’s not,” Uraraka turns her head to look at you and smiles. “I spent a few weeks coming in and out of this hospital while Deku was recovering. Going through the main entrance is the easiest way but there is a locked side door. With enough force, it can be wiggle open.”

“Won’t it have an alarm?”

“Of course it has an alarm this is a heavily secured building. Luckily they have a well-trained hero there to investigate the disturbance,” she winked.

You laugh, being a hero did have its perks. It only took a few more turns before she found the small door.

“Now when I open this door a blaring alarm will go off and two security guards will come rushing from either end. I will handle the one on this side but you will be on your own for the other. Try not to hurt them too much.”

With that Uraraka wraps her hand around the door handle and pulls, her arm muscles bulging from the effort. You stand still, stunned to watch your friend pry open the solid steel door.

The door finally gives sending out a blaring alarm but you had already made it past the first couple hallways, hiding in a small doorway as a guard runs past. You wait another minute to make sure the coast is clear besides casually walking down the hallway until you found a nurse’s station.

“Excuse me,” you say, trying to sound as polite as possible. “The front desk told me to ask you which room my husband is in.”

The oldest nurse looked you up and down skeptically, “What is your husband’s name?”

“Bakugou Katsuki.”

“Uh-hu sure, wait here a minute for me while I go find his nurse.” She turned and disappeared into the room behind the station.

Fuck, she was onto you. You slowly walk backward away from the door’s line of sight and rush down the hallway looking desperately for Bakugou. He had to be here somewhere but the hospital was a maze of hallways and doors with no names on them.

You could not yell out for him that would only alert security to your position faster. You spin on your heels looking frantically for any sign of him but the more you look, the more lost you become.

“Hey! You cannot be back here,” A security guard yelled, a taser already armed in his hand.

You put your hands into the air, looking to your side for an escape. You could handle one petty security guard but you did not feel like explaining to the commission why you beat a guard. Sucking in a deep breath you run towards the officer who was too shocked to pull the trigger on the taser. Sticking your leg out you kick his feet out from under him sending his back to the floor.

Without looking back you run down the hall taking as many turns as you could to find a hiding spot. One of these rooms had to have no camera in it.

In your frantic looking, one door stood out. It was off to the left in a dead-end hallway. It had to be a good enough hiding spot as any. You sprint to the door and swing the door open into a pitch-black room.

You felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of entering the darkness but you had no choice, security was hot on your heels. You close your eyes and step into the darkness, closing the door behind you.

Your back rests against the door and you listen to the guards run past the hallway. For now they had no idea where you were. You let out a sigh of relief and feel around the wall for a light switch.

Mercifully, you find it and switch it on. The room looked like any other hospital room except for one thing. There was someone in the bed and they were about to look up.

Shit! You duck under one of the tables in time to hide from their view.

“Oi, I thought I told you people to leave me alone! I already took the damn pills and agreed to stay the night.”

Your breathing stops at the deep rough voice of Bakugou. You found him; he is not in a coma fighting for his life. He is in bed resting safely just feet away from you. A sob of relief climbs your throat, and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to mute it.

The rush of blinding fear to find Bakugou suddenly turns into fear about seeing him. What if he did not want you to visit? Fuck you should have thought about this more before you left.

“I can hear your breathing! Don’t make me get out of bed or I will kick your ass.”

Not wanting him to hurt himself by standing you relent and force your weak knees up. You keep your eyes to the floor not daring to look at his face, “Surprise,” you tease weakly.

“W-what?” Bakugou said, his voice high and full of confusion.

“I-I heard you got hurt, no one was telling me anything, so I decided to come and check up on you myself. But I see you are fine so I will leave you alone. I am sorry for barging in.”

“Wait! Don’t leave,” Bakugou winces as he sits up in bed, his abdomen covered in bandages. Instantly you rush to his bedside.

“Don’t move that fast you will hurt yourself!” You lecture, gently pushing him back down to the bed. Bakugou looks down at your hands with shock, you had not touched him caringly since the incident.

You quickly realized your hands were still on him and snatch them back to your side. You stand there awkwardly, unsure what to do. It was like the months of being together had been erased since he had left.

“W-what happened?” You finally ask to break the silence.

Bakugou looks down at his hands, “Some stupid kid ran out in the middle of the fight and almost got themselves killed. I didn’t have enough time to get them out of the way, so I had to shield them instead. Damn villain managed to shoot me.”

“You got shot!”

“Yeah, pathetic asshole knew he could not take me without a gun. Lucky for me he had terrible aim and managed to only graze my side. The only reason I am still in this stupid bed is because Rescue Girl is on vacation and refuses to come in and heal me.”

The heavy weight on your heart lifted slightly knowing he was not seriously hurt but you still worried about his current condition. Bakugou was not one to sit around until he felt better. In the time the two of you had been together he only got sick once and it took tackling him to the ground and tying him up in bed to keep him from working.

You knew him and Deku were on good terms now but dealing with a hurt Bakugou was a full-time job. “How long did the doctor say you have to be off work?”

Bakugou scoffed, “She thinks I have to wait at least a week even with Recovery Girl. As soon as I can escape this bed I will head back to the office I have a villain to hunt down.”

You put your hands on your hips, “Oh no you won’t. If the doctor tells you to wait a week you will wait a week.”

A mischievous grin spreads across Bakugou’s face, “Oh, and how are you going to enforce that?”

Blood rushes to your face making your cheeks feel like they were burning. To keep him from fighting his restraints the last time he was sick you had to fuck him until he was too tired to care he was chained up. By the time he had recovered from being sick you could barely walk and he had to be the one to take care of you.

“Don’t look at me like that when you are hurt.”

“Then answer the question, how do you plan to keep me from working this week.”

“What are you five? Do you really need an incentive to be good?” You taunt.

A wolfish grin spread across his face, “Yes.”

You throw your hands up in the air, “Ugh, you are terrible!”

His hand reaches out and grabs your wrist to pull you in closer to the bed and for a second fear flashes in your eyes. All of the teasing had made you forget your fear but his touch brought is all back.

Bakugou sensed the change in your demeanor and opened his hand to free you from his touch.

“Wait, don’t move your hand,” you suck in a deep breath. “Just give me a second.”

His warm long fingers wrapped themselves back around your wrist, holding still as you try to calm your heart. You were stronger than this fear. You could do this.

“Baby, you don’t have to push yourself, I understand-”

“No!’ You yell, taking a step closer to his bed. “This is ok, I will make this ok again.”

You avoid looking at his face, needing to build up your strength before testing your limits. Being separated from him had helped your memories heal some but it was still difficult to see him.

Forcing the tight fear in your chest down you intertwined your fingers through his and pull them up to your lips, gently kissing his knuckles.

“It is easier when I control where you touch,” you mumble to him, trying to follow Uraraka’s advice.

“What?” Bakugou asked, unsure what you meant.

“When you are the one controlling the touching, it makes me nervous because I don’t know what will happen next. It makes me feel like I have no control and that is when I start to freak out.”

You look down to where your hands were joined, “When I am leading the touch I have some idea of what will happen next and it is easier to not feel scared.”

“So you have to be in charge?”

“I don’t have to always be in charge, I just need to know what you are thinking, what you are doing before you do it or I need to be guiding it.”

Bakugou smiled, “So if I told you to sit on my face would that work?”

A few incoherent words fall out of your mouth as you try to process what he just said.

“Well, maybe, but you are hurt and need your rest. Besides, you should not be thinking about that while you are lying in a hospital bed. When you are discharged, we can try something like that.”

Bakugou sat up straighter, “Oh no you don’t. I have gone without your taste on my tongue for too long. You are going to get that sweet ass over here and sit on my face.”

“No, Bakugou. Look at the state of you. I could seriously hurt you.”

That was the absolute worst thing you could have said, in seconds his teasing eyes filled with fiery determination. The last time he gave you that look was when you rejected going on a date with him. A week later he had your legs wrapped around his waist.

He lifts his finger and points to you and then his face, “Come here.”

You stubbornly shake your head, “This is not happening Bakugou. You could tear your stitches and have to stay in the hospital even longer.”

He shrugs, “Fine with me as long as you are here.”

This damn man must be suicidal. “We need to talk more about our relationship before we dive right into sex.”

“Your mouth will be free and clear to talk.”

“This is an awful idea. What if I get freaked out in the middle of it all?”

“That’s easy, we stop,” he gently pulls you in closer his face now only inches away.

“Please baby I have missed you; I promise I will stop if it gets too much.”

You were conflicted. Neither of you were in a state where you should be fooling around. But the feel of his hand on yours was so calming and warm that you wanted more.

“Alright,” you whisper. “But If you are in any pain you need to let me know.”

“Yeah, yeah, I promise. Now get that pretty ass up here,” he pats his shoulders.

“This is such a bad idea,” you mumble to yourself as you slip off your pants while Bakugou lowered the head of the bed. This could go wrong in so many ways but the longer you thought about his tongue on you the less you cared.

“Fuck baby,” Bakugou groaned, “Climb up, you won’t hurt me.”

You toss your pants to the side and do as he said. Climbing up onto his bed and carefully lowering yourself over his face. Your face was burning at the thought of what all he could see. Needing support, you grab ahold of the headboard. After all you did not want to hurt him. Bakugou was not having that. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down until you had no choice but to rest your weight on his face.

“Wait, you could hurt yourself,” you protested breathlessly.

He only laughed, his hot breath teasing your aching cunt. He sat still under you for a few minutes letting you get adjusted to the feeling of his touch, and it let him soak in the sight of you above him.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled against the soft skin of your thighs. Not wanting to move too fast he first places a few sloppy kissing along with your inner thigh, giving you ample time to mentally prepare for his mouth on your cunt.

You try to stop yourself from shaking but it was impossible. It had been months since someone had touched you and to have Bakugou beneath you, ready to worship your body, was almost too much for your brain to process.

Bakugou’s mouth teased your other thigh before settling on your already soaking wet pussy.

“That’s my good girl, already wet for me. This pretty pussy knows who it belongs to, but does its owner?”

“Bakugou stop talking to my pussy and get to work,” you growl.

“Tsk, when did you become so greedy?” The hands on your thighs shift around until they were able to spread open your sex giving him complete access to you.

“You are lucky I miss this just as much as you do or I would tease you for hours. Tie your ass to the bed and not let you leave until neither of us could move.”

You rock your hips trying to egg him on, “Sounds to me like you are all talk.”

The hands on your thighs tighten forcing you to put all your weight onto his face. You try to pull yourself up, not wanting to suffocate your boyfriend but he refuses and goes straight for the kill. His soft wet tongue drags a straight line up the slit of your cunt, gathering up your juices.

Your hands abandon the headboard and thread through his hair. Bakugou groaned, settling into feasting on your cunt. His soft lips slide through your folds, looking for your hidden button.

“Ah please Bakugou,” you beg, “it feels so good.”

You could feel his smile against your skin before his mouth latches onto your throbbing clit, dragging it into his mouth.

While his lips teased your clit, one hand left your thigh to snake around under you. You lurch forward as two thick fingers slip through your folds, wetting themselves in your slick before they gently press at your entrance.

Your hips buck away from the combined sensations fearing to be too much but Bakugou was not having it, he strengthened his hold on your thighs and pushed you down on his fingers. You sob at the feeling of being stretched, it had been so long the burn was more intense than normal.

“Fuck baby you are so tight around my fingers, I can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock,” he groaned.

“Bakugou,” you whined. “You can’t just say things like that.”

He releases your clit with a pop, “Like what? Like how I want to feast on this pussy until you are all I can taste for weeks. Like how by the time I am done with you, you will be a sobbing mess that I will have to take care of. Just listen to this sloppy pussy take my fingers. Fuck baby people would kill for even a sliver of this cunt but too bad for them it is all mine.”

You shove a fist in your mouth to stifle a loud moan. The last thing either of you needed was someone barging in.

Bakugou pulled your aching bud back between his lips and got to work. The two fingers inside you started to pump, curling to hit your sweet spot each time they were inside you. His delicious tongue flicked up and down on your clit driving you mad.

Trusting you would not run away he releases your other thigh and reaches under your shirt. His large hand stroked up your stomach, caressing the skin there before latching onto one of your nipples. He pinches the soft peak between his fingers, rolling it until it pebbles. You arch your back into his hand and start to rock your hips wanting more.

Bakugou moans into your cunt, able to tell you were growing lost in the pleasure. He loved it when you were too engrossed with feeling good to care about anything except him.

Looking down in between your legs you could see his light blonde hair peeking out from the apex of your thighs and had a devilish idea.

“Bakugou stick out your tongue,” you order.

He releases you from his mouth and looks up, his chin soaking with your juices, “What?”

“Stick out your tongue, like this,” You show him with your own mouth.

A spark of recognition flashed in his eyes and he smiled. Good, he liked the idea too. With no delay, his tongue stuck out of his mouth. You reach down and spread yourself open, settling back over Bakugou’s eager tongue. His fingers abandon you in favor of holding onto your ass while you dig your fingers into his hair.

With both of you settled you slowly begin to rock your hips, riding his tongue. You start off slowly, watching closely for any sign Bakugou was not comfortable but judging by his growl of pleasure you would say he is just fine.

A red hot warmth started to grow in the lower half of your body, slowly spreading its tingle to your lower belly. Fuck, the image of Bakugou beneath you, letting your ride his face was almost too much to process.

“Oh god Bakugou,” you moan. “Please, it feels so good.”

He could only groan in response, his mouth too busy bringing you to your peak. When you looked down at him between your legs you could only see his bright lust filled eyes. They were intensely watching you fall apart.

White spots started to grow in your vision and you increase the speed of your thrusts. The fingers in his hair tighten, now holding onto him for dear life. It only took a few more rocks of your hips before the white spots grew into a blinding white light.

Overwhelming waves crashed into you, sending glorious pleasure pulsing through you. Your body was not your own as the electricity ran through you making every muscle grow taunt and release in a never-ending cycle.

Bakugou redoubled his effort, not letting you even finish your first peak before he was building you up to another. The idea that you would feel that pleasure again was enough to make you mad.

His fingers slipped into your clenching entrance and curled forward, teasing your sweet spot. His lips returned to your clit, sucking it gently into his mouth and lashing at the tender bud with his tongue.

You release his hair, afraid you will rip it out, and hold onto the headboard as all the clenching tension finally releases, sending you spiraling. Loud wanton moans ripped from your throat and you could do nothing to stop them.

Bakugou toyed with you until you could no longer hold yourself upright. Only then did he gently lift you off his face and down onto his lap. You slouch over and rest your forehead on his shoulder. The world around you was fuzzy, your mind still reeling from how hard you finished.

“Wait, Bakugou you are not supposed to be lifting anything!” You yell when your mind finally returns to reality.

“Tsk, I already told you I am fine.”

You fought the urge to slap him, “You idiot what if you had busted open your stitches!”

“You did not seem too worried about that when you were rubbing your cunt on my tongue.”

“Well, obviously I was not thinking straight,” you mumble. Damn him for being right.

Bakugou gives you a sly smile, “You know I am feeling a little sore.”

Regret slams into you, “Damn it Bakugou, I was worried this would happen. Where are you hurting.”

His hips thrust upwards forcing his rock-hard cock against your ass. “Right there baby.”

You flick your finger against his forehead, “I was really worried you asshole.”

“But it aches, won’t you make it feel better?”

“You are lucky you are hot,” you whisper into his ear before carefully descending his body. You settle in between his legs, pulling down the blankets to free his cock.

You have to stop and stare at it. Everything about your boyfriend had to be perfect. His cock was long and proud, resting on his stomach with a small tuft of blonde pubic hair at the base. His cock had one large vein running up the length of it, pulsing with each heartbeat. God, you wanted to trace that vein with your tongue.

Reaching up you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. He was so warm on your hand, like your own personal space heater. You shuffle your body to get your mouth a little close to his cock and then before he could say anything bring the head of his cock into your mouth.

His reaction was instant, his hands shot down to grab at the sheets beside your head. You could feel his hips flex under you as he fought the urge to thrust up into your mouth.

Feeling emboldened by his reaction you relaxed the muscles in your jaw and took more of his length into your mouth. His salty flavor spilled across your tongue as he started to release pre-cum. Your poor baby had gone too long without any attention.

Redoubling your effort you bring up your free hand and wet it with your spit. Reaching under your busy mouth you slide your finger down until you find Bakugou’s tight entrance.

“Hey, what do you think you are doing?” Bakugou growls, grabbing your wrist.

You let his cock fall out of your mouth and look up innocently, “I am making you feel good baby, just lay back and relax. I promise this will feel good.”

He looked conflicted but slowly the iron-clad grip on your wrist loosened enough to set you free. Not waiting for him to change his mind you begin to circle his hole with your wet finger. Before you could even try to push your finger forward you needed him to relax. You return to teasing his aching cock with your mouth, sucking on his tip just the way he likes all the while circling your finger around his hole, waiting for him to relax enough for you to slip it in.

As you take another inch of him into your mouth you could feel him relax enough to slip your finger slip past the tight ring of muscle. You could feel Bakugou tense so you did not move the finger forward, giving him time to adjust to the intrusion.

With your tongue on his dick it was easy enough to distract him as you slowly inch your finger in. Once you went in far enough you twist your finger around, looking for a soft spongy spot inside him. A sharp thrust up into your mouth signaled you had found exactly what you were looking for.

“What the fuck,” Bakugou groaned, his hands going to hide his face. You smirk, finally, you were the one driving him insane.

You benign to move your hand and mouth on his cock in time with your finger in his ass. Small pathetic whines were leaving Bakugou’s mouth and you felt like a god. You were so engrossed in bringing him pleasure you had no time to think about anything else.

You could hear his breathing begin to grow more labored and his cock grow even harder in your mouth. “Fuck, baby I am going to-” Was the only warning you had before his cum shot to the back of your throat.

You swallow his release down, making sure to ease your hold on his cock, now only gently pumping your hand and finger to lengthen his orgasm.

Slowly the pulsing of his cock stopped and you released him from your mouth, wiping the spit on your chin off with the back of your hand. You could not help but smile as you watched Bakugou slowly come back into the real world with a beautiful dazed look on his face.

He slid his hand under your chin and lifted your head to meet his eyes, “Where the fuck did you learn that?”

“Being away from you for this long made me desperate so I watched a couple of videos to make it easier.”

“Right,” he said breathlessly, “You need to show me that shit later if it taught you that.”

You laugh, “Gladly. Now lay down you need your rest.”

Bakugou tilts his head, “What the hell do you mean rest? I have not been away from you for too long, I can rest later. Now I am going to get my cock into that tight pussy.”

“Bakugou you just finished.”

“So,” he thrusts his hips up, rubbing his already erect cock against your ass.

“How?” You ask in amazement.

“I have been fantasizing about fucking you for months baby. Did you really think once would be enough to satisfy me?”

Without waiting another minute his hands grab into your hips and lift you up. Lining your entrance up with the tip of his cock. In a flash you involuntarily tense your body, the memories of that night rushing back into your head. No, no, no, not now, not when you were so close to being one with Bakugou again.

His bright red eyes meet yours as he feels you tense. Fuck, why did you always mess everything up, this was all your fault. Why could you not just be normal, that is what he deserved a nice normal happy girl.

“Hey,” Bakugou whispered softly. “Talk to me, what is wrong.”

You wanted to keep your lips shut, to pretend that everything was fine but that would be lying. You never wanted to lie to him.

“I can’t stop thinking about Mimic. One minute I am fine and the next he is all I can see.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, “You were fine with what we did earlier? What triggered it?”

You shake your head, “It is different every time. It is just hard for my mind to differentiate from my Bakugou and the one Mimic made.”

“So call me Katsuki.”

“Huh?”

“If you are having a hard time with there being two Bakugou’s, then try calling me Katsuki. That way there is at least one easy way to tell me apart from him.”

“You want me to call you by your first name?”

His eyes softened, “Yeah baby, I want you to call me by my first name.”

“Katsuki,” You test his name out, loving how it feels on your tongue. You watch his face to see his reaction and see lust fill his gaze. Oh he liked it.

You start to whisper his name over and over again, like a prayer to remind yourself you were no longer under Mimics thumb. You were with the man who would kill anything that tried to hurt you.

“If you keep saying my name like that baby I am going to fuck you,” Katsuki growled into your ear.

Oh would he now? You wiggle your hips, teasing the head of your cock with your dripping slit. Pulling him in close you whisper one little word, “Katsuki.”

“You asked for it,” He laughed, hauling your hips back up until they hovered over his cock.

The hands on your hips gripped down with bruising force and his cock slipped into your entrance. All the play from earlier had left you more than prepared enough to take his length. The familiar burn started as his cock sank deeper inside you, opening you wide for him.

“By the time I am finished with you, this tight cunt is going to be fucking dripping in my cum. I am going to fill you to the fucking brim.”

A low groan was your only response he bottomed out inside you, his cock leaving no space unfilled. You could damn near feel him in the back of your throat. Normally he would be the one to initiate thrusting but you were growing too impatient.

Bracing your hands on his chest, careful to avoid his bandages, you lift your hips up until only the tip of his cock was inside. Then you slam your hip down, marveling at the feel of him entering you again.

His cock was perfect for hitting all the sweet spots inside you. Not wanting to be left out Katsuki grab ahold of your ass and uses his own strength to strengthen each thrust.

You look down to where you both were joined and almost came on the spot. The sight of his cock pistoning into you was mind-shattering. He looked like a god beneath you. His large muscles building with effort, the thick veins in his arms standing elevated.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his bright red eyes filled with determination. “Right now you are mine, that means the only thing you are allowed to think about is me. About how good my cock feels splitting you open. Is that clear?”

You weakly nod your head, too overwhelmed to speak. A soft smile spreads across his face, “That is my baby, so good for me.”

His praise felt like a caress on your skin. You needed to distract yourself or this would end too soon. You lean forward and press your lips onto his. His tongue glided along the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. You happily opened your mouth allowing his tongue to slip inside. The taste of his spit was mixed with your own flavor, and you still had some of his taste on your tongue. The combined flavor was so fucking lewd and hot.

The familiar tingled started to grow in your pussy, you were not going to last long. The muscles in your legs begin to tremble making your thrusts grow sloppy. Katsuki was not having it. His hips rose to meet yours, forcing your body to endure even more pleasure all the while he toyed with your mouth.

It all became too much, the different sensations all worked together to drive you up, higher and higher you were climbing until it was hard to even breathe. Then, just like that, all the pressure released sending you spiraling.

Your pussy clamped down on his cock, forcing Katsuki to erupt. The thought of him filling you only lengthened the brutal pleasure filling your mind. There was no room in your mind for anything but him. You had no care in the world but him just like he ordered.

As the pulses of pleasure slowed you were able to finally catch your breath. You both laid still in each others arms for a few minutes, letting you come slowly back to earth. Of all the times the two of you fucked this definitely had to be in the top three. Though they did say that makeup sex was the best.

“How are you feeling?” Katsuki asked, his voice rough.

You rest your ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, “I feel good.”

He places a soft kiss on your forehead, “Do you think you are ready for me to come home?”

You take the time to think about it. Having him back in your life did not set off fear like it used to. Instead, it made you feel warm inside. You looked forward to going to bed with him instead of dreading it.

“Yeah,” you smile. “Yeah, I am.”

The arms around your waist tighten pulling you impossibly closer to his chest. You snuggle in closer, getting comfortable. Katsuki would never admit it but lying here with you in his arms safe and happy was one of the happiest moments in his life.

Neither of you was healed from what had happened but you refused to push him away again. You will get past what happened and you will do it with him by your side.

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Lights & Cameras

Jeon Somi x Male Reader

5575 words

Categories: smut, daddy kink, rough sex, dirty talk

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Three hours. Endless outfit changes. Barely an hour for lunch.

Jeon Somi had done photo shoots before, both as part of a group and as a soloist, for commercials and for album covers, but she had never had the focus be on her just like this. Her beautiful face was going to be on the cover of a magazine for the very first time for the entire country to see.

It took countless people to make a magazine shoot run smoothly. Stylists, photographers, directors, makeup artists, interns, and a plethora of untold staff members whose titles were unbeknownst to you.

Somi’s first magazine shoot was exciting. If she was nervous, she hid it well, radiating confidence behind the camera as hundreds of flashes went off every second.

You had lost track of how many times you saw Somi disappearing from the set into her personal dressing room, reemerging in an outfit that either tantalized or confused you. Each ensemble brought out several emotions and at least one change that left you scratching your head.

Fashion never made sense.

There wasn’t a moment behind the cameras that Somi wasn’t swarmed by staff - fixing her hair, touching up makeup, and preparing her for the next set of blinding lights. Somi basked in it all, she loved the attention and loved every moment of being in the spotlight.

You weren’t hired by anyone, yet had one of the most important jobs in the building.

Your job was just to be there. You were a familiar face to the gorgeous young model, keeping the couch warm in the first-story studio where you could be seen at all times when Somi felt a pit in her stomach from being overwhelmed.

One look into your eyes across the distance brought a bright smile to Somi’s lipstick painted lips, one that melted you like a hot summer’s day.

Another outfit change. One more shade of lipstick applied to her lips, her cheeks now a shade of pink instead of red. The fumes of hairspray lingered in the air as her dark big brim hat was swapped out by a simple white ball cap and blue sunglasses.

Truth be told, Somi could make any outfit look good. Whether it be tall high heels that almost made her trip, short skirts that showed off her amazing legs, or puffy coats that she looked adorable in, anything and everything looked great on Somi. You’re pretty sure she could make an astronaut’s spacesuit look sexy.

Somi loved dressing up, wearing expensive clothes and outfits she only dreamed about, each time she was presented with something new feeling giddier than a kid in a candy store.

This outfit you particularly liked on Somi, a rather long green dress that almost touched the ground, perfect for summertime. At first glimpse it seemed to cover her up, the sacrifice worth it as it did a terrific job of hugging her body nicely, leaving her shoulders bare and just a tease of her exposed back.

The best part of her fancy dress was how good her tits looked in it. Her wide hips were plainly visible, curves everywhere and outlining her delicious backside, the perfect woman.

Four hours in, Somi's energy level was just as high as at the start. Perhaps it was your company, or the high of her first solo photo shoot that kept her spirits lifted, filling her tank to get her through the rest of the day.

Bright lights went off again as Somi rotated through a myriad of poses, from sensual, to serious, to downright goofy, conveying a multitude of expressions that seemed to please the director.

Somi was a natural, the camera was in love with her and the feeling was mutual. You couldn’t hear her cute voice over the constant shutter sounds of the camera drowning out her playful laughter, but you knew she was having the time of her life.

Sitting there for hours at a time might have been dull as a spectator, but not so much as you loved watching Somi in different outfits and different styles of makeup. She stepped back into the dazzling lights appearing as an almost completely different person.

The brightly lit set became flooded with staff again. Somi was handed a bottle of water to her left, while on her right someone wiped her brow carefully with a white towel, heading out of view as if that were their only job.

“Thirty minute break!”

An echoing voice from the director rattled the walls as a much needed break was called. Somi was filled to the brim with unlimited energy as she headed to catering and you followed in her footsteps.

The catering table was surrounded in no time flat, trays of pastries and sweets spread out, an assortment of fruits and cheeses, sandwiches and skewered meats all made up a fantastic spread.

“Oh my god, I’m starving,” Somi said as she picked up a plate, stuffing it as high as she could, not even bothering to take a seat as she stuffed her face, forgoing the image she was portraying as a model as soon as she took her first bite.

“What do you think so far?” Somi asked as she found you, mumbling her words as she talked with her mouth full as she approached your position.

“You must be bored out of your mind.”

You shook your head and smiled. “I don’t mind. You look cute wearing all these outfits.”

“Which one was your favorite?” she asked, practically inhaling a bite of strawberry cheesecake.

“I liked the pink dress. And the white top with the jeans. This dress looks really nice on you too,” you said, trying your best not to stare at her chest while dozens of eyes were on you.

“I like it too. It’s light and comfortable and I can move around in it freely. Some of those other dresses I could barely walk in,” she said, annoyed.

Somi waited for a handful of staff members to pass by, exchanging polite bows and smiling as they headed off with equally filled plates.

“I want you to take it off me,” she whispered, flashing a mischievous smile, one that had you seen before.

“You want me to help you change?”

Somi shook her head cutely, keeping her lips pressed close enough to your ear that you could feel her hot breath nuzzling your earlobe.

“I want you to fuck me in this dress, daddy.”

Thankfully nobody was in earshot.

“It’s going to be several more hours before I’m finished shooting. There’s a spare dressing room in the back that nobody is using...” she playfully said, her expression the same as when she tried to convince you her vibrator was a neck massager.

“You’re bad, Somi,” you said, her gaze agreeing with you as you stared into each other’s eyes as if you were wondering what you were about to get into.

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Lead the way. I’ll stay a few steps behind you.”

Somi nodded gleefully, putting her half finished food down on the nearest table.

“I’ll uh, be back. I think something I ate didn’t agree with me,” she announced, letting the staff know she wasn’t going to be available for the time being.

If your calculations were correct the break was called about ten minutes ago, leaving you with twenty minutes left, yet also Somi leaving herself an excuse if extra time was needed.

But twenty minutes was more than enough time for what you wanted to do to her.

You carefully followed Somi, taking care to leave additional space in trailing her as you weaved through makeup tables and desks full of equipment, disappearing behind the set as your heart raced at what was about to happen.

“Come on,” she said, waving you down a long dark corridor and looking behind her as she took purposeful steps. Shortly after, she opened a door and stepped inside, ushering you in as the two of you looked around, making sure the coast was clear before entering.

Somi entered first, locking the door behind you as her lips smirked. She placed her hat and sunglasses on a nearby countertop, ruffling her hair messily.

“You’re so naughty, Somi.”

“Am I? What are you going to do with me?” she asked, putting her arms behind her back.

Stepping closer, you moved her hair out of her neck, planting your lips on her soft skin and sucked for several seconds, careful not to leave a mark. You took each of her dress straps in your fingertips, playing with them as you looked deeply into her eyes.

She stared back as if to say do it as you pulled the top of her dress down to her waist in one swift movement, exposing her full supple breasts as they bounced freely. You kissed up her stomach, marking her soft skin with your mouth until you reached her large heavy breasts, practically drooling all over her chest.

It was regretful that you couldn’t spend the entire hour worshipping her perfect tits, lips closing around a sensitive nipple that had already hardened as you latched on, sucking gently while you squeezed her free breast.

“F-fuck, daddy,” Somi moaned, as you took your time in sucking her tits, enjoying the sounds of satisfaction she released as your lips wrapped around each of her nipples, covering them in your saliva.

You loved Somi’s huge breasts as much as you loved breathing, the threat of a deadline hovering over her almost didn’t deter as you devoured her breasts.

Your pants tightened as you alternated breasts, slurping loudly and slicking up her stiff pink nipples with your tongue, leaving them swollen and doused in drool as you gave equal attention.

“I wish I could suck these all day,” you said, giving a disappointed look as you kept your focus on her beautiful tits, squeezing and kneading them, never wanting to leave your hands from them.

“I want you to do just more than suck them, daddy,” Somi said, moaning at your touch. You simply couldn’t get enough of her delicious tits, biting her swollen nipples as she whined and threw her head back.

Somi’s attention shifted to the bulge in your pants, and without another word she lowered to her knees and began to undo your pants. Her needy hands cupped your crotch, giving a firm squeeze.

She looked up for a second before she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your thin boxers, yanking them down with power and unleashing your stiff erection as her eyes widened, her lips smiling hungrily.

Her gaze never broke as she rubbed your leaking tip on her stiff nipples, spreading precum on and using your shaft to slap her large breasts with your cock. Somi loved getting your hungry shaft ready for what she was about to do, but no amount of work would ever truly prepare you for what was next.

Somi opened her mouth without a word, spitting on your shaft several times and stroked your cock furiously, lubricating you nicely with her own saliva. She took control of your shaft, placing it in the comfort of her pillowy soft breasts, trapping it as you moaned at the warmth enveloping your hard shaft.

Her chest began moving slowly, massaging your throbbing shaft and causing a torrent of pleasure as she created orgasmic friction, causing your shaft to twitch. Your cock had no chance to escape, surrounded by flesh that wrapped around it, causing your breath to be taken away as several sensations flooded your body.

Somi had the biggest grin on her face as she squeezed her tits around your cock firmly, using her hands to cup them and make sure you weren’t going anywhere besides her abundant cleavage.

“How does it feel daddy? You love fucking my big tits, don’t you?” she pointlessly asked, picking up the pace just enough to drive you wild with intoxicating pleasure. Your eyes were glued to her huge tits, watching your cock disappearing, every inch of throbbing flesh being swallowed up by her lubricated cleavage.

“Fuck yes, baby. It feels so damn good,” you replied, matching her rhythm and helping pump your shaft in between her tits, so much warm flesh hugging you tight that never wanted to let you go.

You couldn’t help but moan freely at the intense pleasure. You loved the way your leaking cock felt snuggled in between her cleavage, you wanted it to stay there forever. Her breasts felt so soft, softer than silk as you thrusted endlessly, savoring every moment of ecstasy.

Somi loved the feeling of your hard cock trapped between her sizable tits just as much as you did, trying to lick the sensitive head of your cock when it showed itself again, adding additional spikes of pleasure each time she succeeded.

You were more than content to keep this up, keep the incredible pleasure going until you couldn’t take anymore, but things were just getting started.

“Daddy…” Somi whined, moving her breasts up and down as you thrusted in her deep suffocating cleavage.

“What is it, baby?”

“I want to suck your cock. I’m still hungry,” she said, anxiously waiting for permission.

“So suck my cock.”

Somi gave an ear to ear grin as you pumped yourself in between her chest a handful more times as she slowly let your cock slip out of her tits, rubbing it between her wet cleavage. Her delicate small hand wrapped around your shaft, throbbing at her touch as she stroked your cock up and down gently from base to tip.

"You're so hard, daddy,” Somi hummed, pumping your shaft and squeezing it tighter as you leaked over her slender fingers, giving your shaft a single solitary lick from base to tip, proudly tasting your precum.

“So yummy,” she said, giving repeated licks of your cock, teasing the sensitive underside of your shaft, causing more fluids to leak out of your slit.

You would have loved Somi to spend more time teasing your cock, but time was of the essence here. She planted a soft wet kiss on your swollen tip, followed by another, kissing up and down your throbbing shaft and leaving her lips everywhere she could.

“This is much better than our catering,” Somi giggled, her voice full of desire and need, her wet tongue roaming every inch of your shaft. She pressed her lips on your flesh for one more deep kiss, causing a loud smacking sound to escape.

Her beautiful lips parted as the head of your cock disappeared inside her mouth, Somi sucking ever so softly on your tip and nothing more, causing you to groan softly at the intense sudden pleasure.

“Fuck, baby…”

Nothing ever matched the way Somi sucked your cock. Her small soft lips wrapped tightly around your cock, staring intently at you as her cheeks hollowed, applying the perfect amount of suction. Her mouth felt incredible, warm and wet in all the right ways. She took you deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down in a short rhythm and as she held her gaze.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, scrambling for something to anchor yourself to. Thankfully you were inches away from the nearest countertop, finding the edge and gripping it tightly as Somi pleasured your cock expertly.

“I love sucking your cock so much, daddy,” Somi said as she lowered her head, nudging her nose against the base of your cock as she gave a few teasing licks on your tender balls.

“I love the way I can feel it throbbing inside my mouth. I love the way it tastes, it makes me so fucking wet, daddy.”

Somi’s filthy words aroused you even more as she dove her mouth onto your sensitive balls, tenderly sucking on them individually with just as much hunger. She kept a tight grip on your cock, giving slow strokes that accentuated your pleasure until your balls were doused in her warm saliva.

The combination of pleasure made you groan endlessly as she withdrew her lips from your balls after a few loud slurps, carefully fondling them.

“They feel so full. Is all this cum for me, daddy?” she asked, returning her focus to pleasuring your shaft, spitting on it several times and stroking it.

“Every last drop. They’re ready to be drained, baby.”

“I can’t wait, I want a nice big load inside me, daddy.”

Somi gave an approving smile, taking you back in the comfort of her wet mouth and sucking you off loud and wetly, lips almost to the very base of your shaft and leaving a glistening trail of saliva that followed.

Given the circumstances Somi wasn’t able to take her time with much regret. In a matter of moments she was furiously bobbing her head and taking every inch, letting out a shallow gag with every few strokes. She never quite conquered her gag reflex but didn’t seem bothered, she was just happy with every second her throat was filled.

Somi poured all her energy into giving you such a mind-numbing blowjob, moving her lips from tip to base, spilling saliva out of her mouth, covering your shaft in it. Her lips rested at the end of your shaft as her cute nose pressed against your stomach, smiling with a mouth full of a cock.

She came up for air, saliva dripping down her chin that she didn’t bother to wipe, her expression lust-filled.

“Fuck my face if you want,” she invited, taking your shaft and smacking herself in the face with it, rubbing it on her cheeks and lustfully grinning.

“I’d hate to ruin your makeup,” you replied, the one and only time you had that concern. Somi’s expression was full of disappointment, her smile fading and forming a pout.

“That’s the point,” she said, matter-of-factly. “My makeup artist can fix it later. She gets paid too fucking much anyways.”

Well, that settled that. Somi went back to slobbering on your cock as you placed your hands on both sides of her head, running your fingers through strands of hair and started thrusting inside her pretty mouth.

Consequences be damned, you were going to fulfill Somi’s wishes and desires, thrusting your hips back and forth and sliding every inch of your shaft down her tight warm throat.

Satisfied grunts and moans escaped your lips as you used Somi’s mouth for your pleasure, gagging her with your length as you struck the back of her throat to the point of tears from your forceful use, only encouraging you to give harsher thrusts.

“If only everyone knew what I was doing to you,” you said as Somi kept her mouth wide open for you as you furiously fucked her gorgeous face, slapping your full balls against her chin as she held onto your thighs and slurped hungrily.

“I bet that director had no idea what a cock-hungry little slut he hired did he?” you said, using Somi’s mouth as your personal toy, the constant sounds of gags and erotic slurps filling the small room as your pleasure sky-rocketed.

“Or your stylist unnie, she has no idea her cute innocent model loves choking on cock does she?”

Somi hummed around your cock in satisfaction, the vibration spiking your pleasure as you forced your cock down her throat, streaks of mascara starting to run and drip down her face.

Her makeup artist would certainly have her work cut out for her.

That wasn’t enough for you as you thrusted harder down her throat, slamming every inch nonstop without mercy, drool spilling out of her mouth and dripping onto her beautiful exposed tits as she choked and gagged on your needy cock.

“Take it all, baby,” you growled, holding the back of her head firmly against your crotch, not

caring if she could breathe or not. You desperately wanted to fill her messy warm mouth with cum, coating the back of her throat with it, but that dress looked so fucking sexy on her and you had other plans.

Instead, you savored the intoxicating warmth of her mouth for a few more thrusts, slowly withdrawing your drool-covered shaft as several lines of messy wet spit ejected from her lips, connecting to your swollen tip.

Somi gasped for air, rubbing her drool-covered face all over your wet shaft as she got the treatment she deserved, gargling the leftover saliva and spitting it onto your already drenched shaft.

You smirked at what you saw, once perfectly brushed hair was disheveled and out of place. Her eyes were still filled with tears, whatever leftover mascara she had staining her cheeks, drool glistening on her chin and her chest, an absolutely beautiful mess.

If only her staff could see her like this.

“Was I a good little slut, daddy?”

You nodded proudly and grabbed her dainty wrists and gently helped her to her feet, sharing intense eye contact as you kept the anticipation in the air high.

“I want to fucking ruin you,” you said, squeezing her breasts again, the drool coated on them making them glistening in the lights.

“Do it, please. Fuck me like the whore I am, daddy,” Somi begged, flashing the deepest set of fuck me eyes you had ever seen. You had gotten this far without getting caught, there was no reason to stop.

The dressing room was small with just two countertops, mirrors resting on top of each one waist high, used beauty products still scattered on both surfaces.

There weren’t that many options, no chairs in sight and the floor looked dirty and unkempt as it most likely hadn’t been touched in months if not longer. The counters provided ample space, but not enough for what you needed.

Somi looked at her designer watch she still had kept left on, and you saw you had ten minutes left before they would be looking for her. Plenty of time.

“How do you want it, baby?” you asked as you hiked her green dress up, surprised to see she had on a dark pair of blue panties for once.

“I don’t care, daddy, as long as you’re rough with me,” she said, biting her lip. You couldn’t help but smirk, roaming her tight body with her hands as you gripped her wide hips, harshly spinning her around as she gasped in delight.

“P-please, daddy. I need you. I need to be fucked so bad,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and bright. You kissed her bare shoulders, planting your lips behind her neck and whispered into her ear.

“I want you to watch me ravaging your pretty little cunt, baby.”

Somi dripped between her thighs and her muscles tensed up as you slid her skimpy thong to the side, exposing her gorgeous pussy to you, pink flesh dripping with arousal.

“O-of course, daddy,” Somi said, bending over the makeup countertop, sticking her plump round ass out and placing her palms flat on the surface, ready and willing to be taken right there.

Had there not been time restraints placed, you would have loved to make her beg and tease her pussy until she was as needy as could be, but unfortunately that wasn’t an option right now.

You spread her long legs, grabbing your throbbing shaft and rubbing her aching sensitive clit, pressing it against Somi’s hot wet flesh as she looked back, eyes full of desire.

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me like a whore.”

You didn’t hesitate for a second and pushed yourself in deep, her warmth suffocating you as you sank inside every inch of hot flesh, her cunt clenching hard as she moaned loudly. You didn’t waste time, thrusting immediately without any build-up, harshly gripping her hips as you began fucking her tight body from behind.

“Oh my god, daddy,” Somi moaned, her erotic expression visible in the mirror. Your rhythm was frantic from the very start, pistoning your hips and smacking them against her beautiful ass, causing her cheeks to ripple with every stroke.

“Such a tight little whore aren’t you? You like your pretty pussy stretched like this, baby?”

“Y-yes, daddy! You’re so fucking big, pound me daddy, pound me with your big fucking cock.”

“I’d fucking love to,” you replied, grabbing a rough handful of hair and wrapping your fingers around it, forming a ponytail and yanking back hard on it, tugging her head back. Her pussy clenched as she looked directly into the mirror, her eyes barely able to keep open as her mouth let out nothing but needy moans.

“Watch yourself, baby. Watch what I’m going to do to my pretty little cumslut.”

“Y-yes, daddy. R-ruin my pussy, please. Fuck my tight little hole until you blow your load in it!”

Somi’s filthy mouth only served to bring out your carnal desires, increasing your pace rapidly as you slammed her body against the counter, causing her back to arch perfectly as she screamed in delight. You really hoped the dressing room was far enough away from the rest of the staff to not be heard, but at this point you didn’t give a shit if they were listening right outside the door.

“F-fuck me harder daddy, p-please fuck me like the naughty whore I am!”

Your strong grip tightened on her hips, firmly pressing both thumbs into her toned back hard enough that you’re pretty sure was going to leave a bruising mark, one of the myriad of things Somi was going to have to figure out how to explain.

“Treat me like your pretty little fucktoy and break me!”

You watched intently in the mirror in front of you as Somi’s expressive features grew more contorted by the second, her lips only able to form breathless whiny moans and several strings of profanity.

Her pussy tightened to the point of almost causing pain, your shaft being lubricated thoroughly by her abundant slick that dripped down her thighs as you gave it your all, watching her breasts bouncing in the mirror in a way that hypnotized you into a trance.

“Choke me, daddy. Please, fucking choke your whore,” Somi said, as you seemed to be taken aback by every new sentence that left her lips.

You didn’t know what had gotten into her, but you didn’t have time to care as you dropped the bundle of hair you had, bringing the same hand to the front of her body, fondling one of her breasts before finding her warm, soft neck and wrapping your fingers around her throat and giving a gentle squeeze.

“More,” she demanded, and placed her small hand on the back of your own, increasing the pressure as she felt more airflow being restricted, thriving off the feeling she felt.

Somi’s dripping hot pussy pulsated wildly as you pumped into her, keeping a hand on her delicate throat as you looked at the sight in the mirror, something you’d never forget. Her chosen dress barely still on, mascara stains still visible underneath her eyes, her breasts bouncing deliciously with every rock of your hips as you choked her.

Somi kept her eyes focused straight ahead and loved every second of it.

It was hard to remember where you were, that this was still a designated break for Somi and that she would still have to return to work in a few short moments. Yet, you continued to pound into her tight cunt, giving such powerful hard thrusts she was liable to forget her own name.

“God, you’re so fucking deep inside my tight little pussy. Don’t stop fucking me, daddy, use me until you’re done with me!” Somi said, her words becoming an unrecognizable slur that all ran together.

Her warm wet walls grew wetter the harder you drilled her as the room became an orchestra of pleasure - the wet squelch of her pussy, harsh sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, and the constant rising volume of her loud needy moans and gasps, every second that went by without a knock on the door caused a sense of relief.

That satisfying smack of flesh grew louder and louder as you released your grip on her throat. earning a whimpering moan. Your hands weren’t kept idle as you grabbed Somi’s arms and pulled them back, gripping her wrists as her back arched even more, hammering into her pussy with as much energy as you could exert.

“Oh f-fuck, daddy! D-don’t stop, don’t stop fucking your slutty little whore!” Somi said, her clouded eyes barely able to watch herself in the mirror as you saw her vacant stare. You used her slender arms as handles to fuck her senseless, feeling her gripping pussy squeezing the life out of your cock as it pulsated wildly as the stale air in the small tight room grew hotter.

“I’m going t-to cum, daddy! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, daddy-”

Somi didn’t even have time to finish her sentence, her body already trembling, her held back arms shaking as her pussy tightened even more. Her hips bucked, toes curling into her expensive heels as she shrieked, juices flooding out of her cunt as she came the hardest she had in some time.

You didn’t let up, not that she would have wanted you to as you fucked her through her intense orgasm, pounding away and maintaining the same breakneck pace, harsh stroke after harsh stroke into her heat.

Somi's constantly clenching pussy sent tingles up your spine, and you weren't that far off from your own release if the aching tightness in your balls was anything to go by.

"I'm gonna fucking fill your needy cunt with cum, baby," you hissed, not asking for permission, hooking her arms and bringing her body upright until her back was pressing against your chest, making sure she wasn't going anywhere.

"P-please cum inside me, daddy. Cum inside your filthy little whore! Please, daddy, dump your huge thick load inside my slutty wet pussy, please!"

You loved using Somi like this, her pussy begging for cum as you railed her without mercy, the use of her arms taken from her and nothing to hold on to and at your mercy, taking every thrust into her body and pleading for more. You watched her lustful expression in the mirror as her breasts never stopped bouncing, chasing that sweet release you both desperately wanted.

It wouldn't be much longer now, your hips smacking harshly against her ass as her cunt was fucked so hard she would definitely have trouble not only walking out of her but for the next few days. Savoring every thrust into Somi’s tight warm body, you never let up, keeping the pace as fast your limbs allowed you to move until you finally were pushed over the edge.

“I’m fucking cumming!”

It took less than a handful of thrusts as you buried yourself in Somi’s wet warmth, groaning loudly as you spilled your seed deep into her cunt, throbbing with each shot of hot cum that you emptied into her inviting body, filling her to the absolute brim.

You used the last remaining energy in your body, hips tiredly working until you had no more to deposit in her. Thoroughly drained you never stopped thrusting, trying to fuck your hot deep as it possibly could go, spilling every drop into her womb.

Your moments slowed down little by little until they halted completely as you released her arms as she collapsed against the counter, both of you spent, filled with fatigue and gasping for air, an equally exhausted mess of bodies.

You rested inside her for one final moment, wanting to savor her smothering warmth for as long as possible as you gave her ass a quick smack and slowly pulled out, a flowing stream of thick semen dripping out of her roughly used pussy, staining her beautiful thighs.

“H-holy shit, d-daddy, you fucked me so well,” she said, her words trembling as you slid her thong back in place and pulled her dress down as she turned around to face you.”

“You asked me to.”

“I’m going to be so sore,” Somi smiled as she leaned in and kissed your lips, her bare breasts pressing against your chest.

Your breathing resumed gradually as you wiped the sweat off your brow. You wanted to say something but were rudely interrupted by a voice from the intercom.

“Jeon Somi to the set please!”

The two of you frowned as Somi took one more step, lips locking on to yours deeply, gasping for air as they withdrew.

“You really made me a mess, daddy,” she said proudly, as she pulled her top back up, trying to fix her hair as best as she could.

“I better get cleaned up. Fuck me again after I finish up?”

“Of course, baby.”

She kissed you on the cheek as she made her exit, walking gingerly and taking slow, tired steps out of the room.

You felt a little guilty that her staff would have to put in so much extra work, but that was their problem not yours. The fact that your load would be dripping out of her for the rest of the photo shoot, just the thought putting a smirk on your face.

You pulled your pants back up, stopping by the nearest bathroom to try and fix your hair, freshening yourself up before heading back.

Somi had a lot of explaining to do.

#somi smut #kpop smut #somi #reader insert #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #male reader

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monicashipsnickyjoe · 4 years

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soulmate/modern au

Nicky has a nervousness about him that he’s never been able to explain. He keeps feeling like something’s missing. Like he’s forgotten the name of an important thing and it’s sitting, impatient, at the tip of his tongue. He can’t recall. Or he doesn’t know. It’s all terribly confusing, and so, so frustrating.

He’ll walk down the street, see a family of duckings that makes him smile, and turn to his right to tell... someone. No one’s there.

Sometimes, when he’s tired, he’ll order two coffees at the shop on the corner, making one much sweeter than he likes it. Only when he walks away does he remember he’s alone.

When his friends encourage him, he goes to bars. He meets men, and occasionally he will let them touch his arm or his shoulder or his thigh from the bar stool beside his. Sometimes, he lets them kiss him. Never, is he able to ignore the feeling of wrong that prickles over his skin and twists in his stomach. Always, he leaves without them. If he has their number, he will delete it before he gets home.

Tonight, he cooks at the stove. He doesn’t realize he’s made any mistakes until, holding two plates, he thinks of something Booker said at work and turns, ready to share. There are two chairs at Nicky’s table. Both are empty. Nicky looks at his hands, and cursing, leaves one plate on the counter and takes the other into the living room. He sits on the couch, plate on his lap, and turns up the sound on the tv until he forgets that he’s forgotten.

The next morning, on his way to work, he sees a selection of sketchpads in an art store window. He buys one, and a set of charcoals. He carries the bag proudly until he gets to the office, to the cubicle he shares with Booker, and realizes with a deep sigh and heavy frown that he does not draw.

Booker looks at the bag, then at him. He lifts one lone brow. “You start taking art classes?”

Groaning, Nicky throws the bag under the desk and collapses into the chair. Whatever this is, it’s getting worse. What started as tri-monthly slip-ups are turning into daily routines. “Maybe I should see a doctor,” Nicky says.

“Maybe.” Booker scratches his chin. Behind him, on his computer screen, a game of solitaire is opened over the report he is supposed to be writing. “Or it could just be what it obviously is.”

“Don’t start.”

“Soulmates, Nicky,” Booker says.

Nicky rolls his eyes. “Be serious.”

Booker swivels his chair the whole way toward Nicky and leans forward. “I am serious.” He’s not smirking. That is his serious face.

But soulmates?

“I’d have better odds at the lottery,” Nicky says. He’s seen thousands of soulbonds... in movies. To find one in real life is a one in a billion chance. More, perhaps. Nicky is just a regular guy with a bachelor’s degree in philosophy he doesn’t use, a desk job that he hates, and a caffeine addiction. Normal. Boring. Not near special enough to catch the attention of another person’s soul.

“Maybe you should play the numbers, then.” Booker twists his chair back toward his desk.

“Soulmates,” Nicky huffs. He shucks off his coat and starts his computer. “Ridiculous.”

Across town, Joe has purchased two coffees, one much too bitter for him. When he realizes, he’s so excited, he nearly drops them both. He stops on the street, places both coffees on the ledge of a windowsill, and opens his phone.

“Nile,” he says before she even finishes saying, “Hello?”

“It happened again.” Joe can’t stop laughing. “That makes everyday this week!”

“That’s great, Joe.”

“Do you think I’ll meet him soon?” Joe bounces on his feet. “If it’s happening everyday, then surely -”

“Maybe? I mean, who knows? There’s not a lot of concrete info on this stuff,” Nile says. There’s a yawn in her voice. He woke her - again. They go to the same college - Nile for the first time, Joe for the second - but their shared classes aren’t until the afternoon. He feels a little bad about it now. It dampens his spirits somewhat. “Except movies, but who knows if those are right.”

Joe tries to reel in his excitement. “Right. Of course.”

Nile must be able to tell, because she immediately perks, brightening her voice. “But, Joe. If it takes a little time, it will be worth it, right? He’s out there. You just have to find him.”

“Thank you, Nile.” Joe’s smile presses his cheek tightly to his phone. “I am sorry I woke you.”

“Swing by, bring me that coffee, and we’ll call it even.”

“I promise.” Joe hangs up.

He thinks of the groceries that stock his cabinets at home. More pasta than he’s ever needed before.

He thinks of the book of Roman philosophers that he purchased that now sits on his coffee table, waiting.

He smiles at a family of ducklings he sees by a pond, and turns, ready to tell the person beside him. No one is there.

Yet.

“Soulmates,” Joe tells the ducks. “Amazing.”

The following day, it’s raining when Nicky leaves the office. He doesn’t have an umbrella, so with a lengthy sigh, he hunches his shoulders and presses forward. The rain is cold on the back of his neck and he shivers. But once you are wet, you can’t be more wet, so there is some comfort in that.

He makes it to the bus stop and sneezes.

“Bless you,” says the man already there, standing beside the soaked bench. He has a blue umbrella open, hiding his face, and another, this one green, closed, tucked under his arm.

“Grazie,” Nicky says and wipes his nose with his sleeve. It’s damp, but so is everything.

The blue umbrella shifts up a little. Nicky looks the other way, down the street, for the bus. Something nudges him in the side. He looks, and it’s the handle of the spare, green umbrella.

“May I tell you a story,” the man offering it says. Nicky looks up into a pair of warm brown eyes and with a wide, welcoming smile. Soft-looking curls cover his head, and a well-groomed beard rounds his face. He’s wearing a leather jacket with a t-shirt underneath. Paint splotches cover both, in a rainbow of colors.

Nicky, stunned by this man’s beauty, can only nod. The man moves the umbrella, poking him again, and Nicky takes it. He doesn’t open it, though, he can’t get his hands to cooperate.

“I saw the weather report this morning,” the man says, voice so bright and happy, it warms Nicky up from the inside out. “And I grabbed two umbrellas before I left the house. Two. I didn’t even think about it until I walked into the studio and my friend noticed.”

He’s looking at Nicky and Nicky should say something. He tries, “That’s interesting.”

The man looks at the umbrella in Nicky’s hands, at the way he’s clutching it and not opening it. He takes a step closer, so that his open blue umbrella covers them both.

This close, Nicky can only see freckles.

“I have a question to ask,” the man says, “and I really hope the answer is yes.”

Nicky swallows hard. He nods.

“Do you like bitter coffee, pasta, and philosophy?”

Nicky’s breath catches in his throat. It cannot be possible, but... if it is. And if it is this man... Nicky’s heart leaps out of his chest with hope.

He clears his throat, he must find words now. “Do you...” Nicky stops and tries again. “Are you an artist, do you like things too sweet, and do you notice the ducklings?”

If Nicky thought this man’s smile was bright before, he was mistaken. For now, it is a beaming sun, pushing back all the gray.

“I love the ducklings,” the man says.

Any moment now, Nicky will awake, having fallen asleep at his desk, and Booker will mock him.

Instead, the voice in Nicky’s heart whispers, This one, and he knows.

The man reaches out a hand and places it on Nicky’s chest. Nicky must look like hell, drenched in rain, but this man stares at him with open reverence like he can see the moon in his eyes.

“Hello, my heart,” the man says. “I have been looking for you.”

Nicky’s having trouble with full sentences again, so he takes a step closer instead.

“My shared soul,” the man continues, speaking for them both now. He knows the words Nicky’s heart whispers. “My light. My warmth.”

He motions to himself, then. “Joe.”

Nicky does the same. “Nicky.”

“Nicky,” Joe repeats, and it takes all Nicky has not to melt into a puddle on the sidewalk, ready to be washed away with the rain.

“Joe,” Nicky says, and it’s sudden relief. The word he could never quite remember right there on the tip of his tongue. He says it again, loving the feel of it in his mouth. “Joe.”

It’s perfect. It’s everything.

Later, Nicky will cook the pasta in Joe’s cabinets, and Joe will sketch Nicky with the charcoal.

For now, Nicky places his hand over Joe’s on his chest and knows he’s home.

#i wrote something nickyjoe #joe x nicky #kaysonova #nicky x joe #soulmate au #modern au #artist joe #finding each other :)#two halves of a whole #fluff #this is really only fluff lol #booker is here and so is nile

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Hell Within Reach IX. Chrollo x F Reader

Rating: E (There’s not SFW content in this chapter!) Word count: 5.2k. Misc Info: Your Nen | Survosia

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Chrollo turns the engine off and exits the car.

The two of you wanted to be mindful of the little details to make the act more convincing. Propriety was best adhered to in the public eye, though you doubt the servants were foolish enough to spread rumors. You wouldn’t be surprised to hear that word of your engagement was on a strict need-to-know basis. The servants would sooner face death than being dragged to Estella’s hidden corridor, where she wreaked havoc on the psyche of traitors.

He opens the door for you then lends a hand, which you accept, the dark leather of your gloves making contact with his bare skin. The gates creak open and Estella wastes no time running to greet you. She lifts up the edges of her skirt with her hands, still mindful of her ladylike conduct. What takes you by surprise is her uncharacteristic enthusiasm. The smile on her face is wide and genuine, like the tension that permeated between you two never existed.

“My dear sister,” she wraps her arms around you in a near suffocating embrace, “How I have missed you so. Have you been eating well? Are you getting enough sleep?”

Estella pulls back to appraise your facial features, taking your head in her hands and adjusting it to look for anything that might displease her.

You clear your throat, trying to ignore the heat that rushes to your cheeks. “Estella. You look to be in good spirits.”

She’s just as you remembered. Estella stands at five foot ten, wearing an off-shoulder gown with a light blue bodice. The evening-length skirt boasts a royal blue coloration that glistens with her every slight movement. Her hair, the same shade as yours, cascades down her back, stopping shy above her hips. Estella always reminded you of the classic princesses in the fantasy books read to you by your mother. Aside from her tall stature, the feature most noticed when meeting her for the first time was her two beauty marks. One above the right side of her mouth and the over just above her right collarbone. Her eyes are downturned, soft and welcoming.

“How can I not? The prodigal child has returned at long last. And I suppose I have you to thank,” she turns to greet Chrollo with a polite curtsy. “Mr. Lucilfer, you have done me a favor which I could never hope to repay in full. I trust that you’ve taken good care of her?”

There’s nothing more graceful than watching Chrollo in action. He’s mindful of his posture, maintains eye contact, and appears to be in his element. You sense no anxiety or hesitation from him. His natural charm paired with the advice you offered are a match made in heaven, further solidifying that the two of you could pull this farce off. For previous heists, Chrollo would infiltrate and deceive people for months at a time; you imagine this is much different than what he’s used to.

“There’s little for me to take care of, I’m afraid. She’s more than capable on her own,” Chrollo responds. The sincerity in his words almost takes you back, along with the fond gleam in his eye when he turns to face you. He’s just acting, you remind yourself. That’s all.

“Oh, how right you are,” she interlocks her arm with yours. “[First] is independent to a fault. I cannot wait to hear how you managed to thaw her heart enough to sneak in.”

“It was as challenging as you’d imagine, but I am nothing if not persistent.”

Apparently, that’s all it takes, you think. This meeting has been a success so far. The longer Chrollo interacts with someone, the more information he can glean, allowing him to get further into their good graces. Estella is the least prickly of your family, so you pray the same technique will work on the others. Speaking of which…

“Is Ash not home from the academy yet?” You glance around the garden but find no signs of them.

The servants start to empty your luggage in the trunk, led by Xue Ya who whispers various orders in the background. Estella tugs you along, Chrollo following not far behind, her grip on your arms tight as a coil.

“They’ve been back for little over a week,” she explains, her eyes dropping to the stone pavement below. “I asked them to come to greet you with me, but they claimed to be busy.”

That’s more or less what you expected. When you and Chrollo were going over various plans for this heist, you made it clear that you wanted Ash to be far from the carnage. They could be something of a wildcard at times. You didn’t think they held enough fondness in their heart for your father to intervene on his behalf, but you didn’t want them involved until everything was over with. A fourteen-year-old is meant to enjoy each day, figure themselves and the world out, and get a sense of where they stand. Not working to appease a father whose expectations no one could ever hope to meet.

They deserved better than the life they were given.

“I’ll see what I can do,” is what Chrollo said to soothe your concerns. Phinks gave the not so helpful suggestion of letting the Troupe watch over them until you returned. The mere concept was enough to send you into a state of panic. Having your younger sibling babysat by murderous thieves would put your blood pressure through the roof, so the idea was scrapped, despite Uvogin passionately backing it. He claimed to want to see a mini [First] in action, whatever that meant.

You nod in a silent yet mutual understanding. Whatever conversation that went down between them must have ended on a sour note, from how crestfallen Estella looks. There’s no point in pushing the sore subject further.

Two servants push open the grand doors, granting you access to inside the estate. You rarely came in through the front entrance when you lived here, but you have to admit, the inside is quite a marvel. A crystal chandelier hangs from the two-story-high ceiling, illuminating the polished marble flooring with incandescent lights. The first floor has hallways that lead to the east and west wing respectively, whereas the path straight ahead connects to an elaborate outdoor garden. Two grand staircases hug the walls, perfectly adjacent from each other, connecting to the second floor.

Estella breaks away from you and walks a few paces ahead, holding her hands behind her back. “Please, allow me the honor of welcoming you to our home, Mr. Lucilfer. Would you be interested in a tour?”

You’re about to think of an excuse to wriggle out of it until Chrollo speaks up.

“I’d love one if it isn’t too much trouble.”

He must feel confident dealing with your elder sister. She is being agreeable, yet who knows how long that will last; she’ll give you an earful at some point. You suppose it’d be in Chrollo’s best interest to get a lay of the land. The way his eyes scan every inch of the room like a feast waiting to be devoured is not lost to you, though anyone else would mistake it for awe over the architecture. You recognize this look from firsthand experience. It’s the same expression he bears when staking out an area for a heist, absorbing every nook and cranny for exploitable weaknesses.

You’d go so far as to call it endearing. Chrollo’s lips part in awe, his eyebrows raise, and his eyes have this liveliness about them. It’s so unlike his usual conduct. This might be the closest you’d get to seeing his true self, a flickering flame not meant to last. He must treasure the sensation as well; why else would he risk his life to chase after the high? The cycle is reborn every few weeks or months. He decides on an item of interest, obsesses over stealing it, and then sells it off to search for something new.

Everyone’s searching for something. Whatever it is that Chrollo’s striving for, you hope he finds eventually.

He turns to meet your gaze, something playful in his smile from catching you staring so intently. You freeze up and focus on anything other than him, your pulse quickening.

“It’d be no trouble at all. Here, come this way, I’ll begin with a brief history of our family lineage…”

Chrollo gives his approval with a nod and you’re on your merry way. Estella begins the tour by showing the east wing and its various amenities. The rooms are so glaringly meant to flaunt wealth that you’re forced to bite your tongue, lest you earn your sister’s wrath. Chrollo asks the occasional question, much to Estella’s delight. She’s more than happy to explain away every detail that he comments on. You weave in and out of the extravagant ballroom, conservatory, east terrace, family room, and finally, the library.

“Has something caught your eye?” You whisper to Chrollo, who pauses in place, Estella cutting her spiel about the architect who designed the library short.

An oil painting hanging on the oak walls is the subject of his interest. In it, an older woman wears a classy salmon-colored dress and reclines on a chair. She holds a teacup in her hands and peers into the distance, no single emotion identifiable upon her visage.

“This is the work of Mary Cassatt,” he leans over to inspect a golden plaque that reads The Cup of Tea. “Is it the original?”

“I believe so. My mother was a fan of works from the impressionist era, Mary Cassatt especially. If I remember correctly, my father gifted this to her during their engagement.” You remember where this was originally hung. When your mother was fully committed to at-home hospice, the servants relocated her favorite paintings alongside her. They must have moved it back when she passed.

Chrollo looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Are you not a fan?”

“It’s not that,” you cross your arms over your chest. “There’s no denying that the work is masterfully done, it’s just… I find it bland. Devoid of meaning.”

A painting of a woman from higher birth staring listlessly into the distance does little for you. What good is there in appearing delicate and classy at all hours of the day? Pursuits such as that deserve to remain a relic of the past, buried deep in the bowels of history, the final resting place for such archaic beliefs. The rest of the world was starting to move on from it, if only your home country would do the same. Motherhood and submission should be a choice, not an obligation.

Estella places a hand on her cheek. “Here I thought you’d grow out of that way of thinking, I find the art lovely. You’d debate mother on this trite subject for hours when given the opportunity.”

“I’d be hard-pressed to label those discussions a debate.”

“Well, if you’re not going to give my thoughts any credence, what say we ask your fiancé? He’s the one who stopped to admire it.”

Because he’s a thief, you think.

“I don’t believe everything needs deeper meaning to have worth,” he decides. “The value will depend on the person and their prior experiences.”

“A decidedly neutral take,” you retort, to which he smiles and shrugs. It would appear that Chrollo’s avoiding saying anything that would earn your sister’s ire. You can’t blame him — you should be doing the same, yet keeping your thoughts to yourself is easier said than done.

A bout of unrestrained laughter snaps you both from your standoff. Estella covers her mouth immediately, yet is unsuccessful in quelling her amusement, the skin beneath her eyes tightening from how wide she smiles. This isn’t the demure giggling that you’ve heard from her in the past, the kind she’d utilize as a tool to win people over for her to manipulate. It was genuine and from the heart.

“I’m— I’m so sorry,” she clears her throat. “It’s just… I’ve never seen [First] so clearly taken with someone before. What spell did you cast on her, Mr. Lucilfer?”

You’re stuck between demanding to know what gave her that impression, and relief from her buying the act. Were you that good of an actress? Or was she seeing something that you couldn’t?

He puts his hand on your upper arm, taking it upon himself to smooth things over. “That’s a secret, I’m afraid. I can’t have anyone else stealing my prized method.”

“And how right you are. I don’t doubt for a minute that her previous suitors would be clamoring for the slightest hint.”

Chrollo is frighteningly good at this. You want the ground to open up from beneath your feet, swallowing you whole and delivering you from this awkward situation. Everything from his delivery to his word choice is impeccable. He’s won Estella over in such a short amount of time, and then there’s you. You’re at your interacting with other human beings for the daily limit. It’s more draining than any fight and equally complex.

You’re about to ask if you can retire for the evening when there’s a knock on the door.

Estella straightens her shoulders. “Yes, who is it?”

“It’s Xue Ya, Lady Estella. I apologize for interrupting.”

“Oh please, there’s no need for that. Do come in.”

Your former teacher does as she’s told. She opens the door silently and walks behind Estella without so much as making a sound, just as she taught you to all those years ago.

“I have a message from Lord Victor,” Xue Ya says. Estella nods, understanding that she’ll need to exit the room you and Chrollo are in. You’re both more than capable of overhearing whispers at such close proximity.

“You’ll have to excuse me for now. I’d love to continue this conversation over breakfast tomorrow, should you have me,” she looks directly at you when extending this offer, to which you nod. “[First]. Mr. Lucilfer. I hope you’ll find everything to your liking. I’ve had your old room prepared, but don’t hesitate to ask for anything else you need.”

You tilt your head. “My room?”

“Why yes, of course,” she winks and gives you a grin reminiscent of the Cheshire cat. “Who am I to separate two love birds?”

And with that, she slinks off, not allowing you to retort.

There are too many prying ears to speak freely here, so neither of you drops the act. That leaves holding conversations that couldn’t somehow be incriminating. This may sound simple, but when over half of what you’d normally talk about qualifies as incriminating, finding the words to say doesn’t come easy.

“My sister likes you,” is what you decide to go with.

“Nowhere near as much as she adores you. I was surprised to learn she carried your baby photos in her wallet.”

Why is that what stuck out to him? When you were giving him the rundown on your family in transit, you reiterated the point that Estella is borderline creepy at times. That admittance of hers further confirmed the fact. Why she saw it as her personal duty to act so doting was beyond you, but it could be useful for this job. The problem is getting her somewhere to discuss your plans where no one else would be listening.

You lightly elbow him in the side. “Hm. Now that may be enough for me to start disliking you.”

“I considered it a possibility, what with the ever-growing divorce rates.”

“Premarital divorce… who would’ve thought such a thing was possible.”

The father clock standing proud in the corner reads quarter after six. What are the other members doing now? Either drinking or playing cards, if you had to guess. There wasn’t much for them to do until you and Chrollo wrapped up here. It’s a good thing that they’re able to entertain themselves.

“I’m assuming they brought our luggage to my room,” you quietly thank Chrollo for holding the library door open and continue, “It’s a few minutes from here.”

You retrace your steps and return to the main entrance. The maids have begun the process of waxing the floors, a task that they do every morning and every evening, in the case of visitors arriving. They bow their heads and step to the side when you walk past them. You’ve never understood their motivations, as some of them aligned more with your father, while others preferred your sister, or remained loyal to your late mother. House politics is a headache inducing affair. Ascending the stairs to the second floor, you feel the weight of every one of their stares, how their eyes search to find any useful information.

If Chrollo was wondering why you gladly abandoned this nonsensical life, he should be getting a better idea by now.

You round another corner and catch a faint glimpse of a hair color similar to yours, though lighter in its shade, with the tips dyed. If you noticed it, then Chrollo must have as well. That would explain the presence that has been following you since you left the library. So Ash was extending a greeting in their own special way. You’ll need to give some pointers on suppressing their presence, should they decide to greet you the normal way.

The door leading to your old room shows signs of previous entry, likely for cleaning purposes. With a deep breath, you open it, revealing a master suite that’s just as you left it over a year ago. It reminds you of a fancy hotel room, staged for viewing sake but not lived in. There’s an attached master bathroom, kitchenette, a walk-in closet, and a study. The one detail you could appreciate is the view, which overlooks the rest of the estate’s garden. Many of your mornings before training would commence were spent sipping coffee on your balcony.

Your luggage sits upright by the door. On the king-sized canopy bed are folded towels, two bathrobes, and a bottle of wine.

Chrollo runs his fingers along a hand-carved wooden desk your mother had commissioned for your tenth birthday. Various textbooks from your studies remain stacked atop each other, though you don’t believe he could read the languages they’re in.

“To think you chose to rough it in abandoned buildings over this.”

His comment, lighthearted as it is, makes you frown.

“I by far prefer the company of the people in those abandoned buildings.”

He hums and sets about exploring the open space. You get to work on unpacking the necessities, rummaging through folded clothes, and bringing them into your closet. An open drawer catches your attention. Everything else remained untouched, even what was moved to get cleaned had been put back in its regular place. Curious, you open the drawer further, finding a wrapped-up gift inside. A note written in Estella’s handwriting and stamped with the family crest is on top of it.

For my darling sister, who finally found love. Use this at your discretion.

Huh, well that’s strange. In the past, Estella preferred giving you gifts in person so she could squeal over your reaction and experience your gratitude right away. So for her to leave a note does not bode well for you. You eye the colorful tissue paper warily, like it would explode at any second. She would undoubtedly ask about it at a later time and pout until you opened it.

Might as well get it over with, you decide.

Putting the note down, you get to work on unwrapping the present. A hint of lacy fabric is the first detail you notice. Tissue paper flutters to the ground and crumples while you work through it. Finally, the gift is revealed, and your brain takes its time comprehending the item in your grasp. Almost like you weren’t sure it was real, you hold it out to inspect further.

This… this is…

“[First], I was wondering where I might find a glass—”

Chrollo walks in without knocking since the door was wide open. The words die in his throat when he notices the garment in your hands, his eyes widening ever so slightly. You were going to kill her for this transgression. Family immunity was no longer a rule in your eyes, this was the final straw, the most humiliating situation you’d experienced in twenty years of life. Never had you wanted to crawl into a corner and die more than now.

She got you not one, not two, but three matching sets of racy lingerie. The first one being a white camisole with a thong, the second a deep crimson corset, and the third being a black as night baby doll top accompanied by sheer thigh highs and a garter belt.

Neither of you dare utter a word. Warmth rises to every crevice of your body, flushing you with smoldering heat, and you almost wish you’d combust then and there. The boss of the Phantom Troupe, your boss, must now be under the impression that you packed three sets of lingerie for your big job.

“I—”

“Please, excuse me,” Chrollo leaves and gently closes the door behind him. Your knees all but give out from the invisible weight on your shoulders, despair enveloping you like a shadow. This is it. This is what will do you in. The Mr. Phinks incident pales in comparison to the magnitude of this historical event, your will to continue on dwindling. How were you to cooperate in close quarters with your boss after this?

Okay, okay, calm down, you command yourself. You set the articles back where they were and momentarily entertain the idea of slicing them into oblivion with your sword. Admittedly, you did tell your sister you were engaged, so it wasn’t like she was too in the wrong here. She gets to live another day. That leaves Chrollo — surely he wouldn’t hold something like this over you. You’re both adults. Mature, competent adults, who understand that sex is a normal and natural part of life. There is nothing to be ashamed of here.

You rise like a phoenix from the ashes. It’s not like he could go far, and you find him sitting on the edge of your bed, unwrapping the bandages from his forehead. He senses your approach yet remains focused on his task. Wait, what were you planning to say again? Every ounce of confidence that you mustered up a minute prior evaporates into the air. You keep walking until you’re standing right in front of him, to which he breaks the tension in the air.

“Please don’t stop on account of me,” Chrollo folds the white cloth while you stare, perplexed. This is how he talks when speaking to his subordinates, or more specifically, when he’s scolding them. “If you’re planning a… rendezvous, all I ask is that you wait until we’ve finished things here.”

Your brain overclocks to compute the implications of his words, then you’re hit with a bag filled with bricks.

“That’s not—” You cut yourself off to profusely shake your head at the mere notion. “It isn’t like that. I’m… I’m single.”

His facial features relax for some reason.

Why did you say that? Why do you exist? Why is water not wet? If you broke the glass, jumped out the window, and ran, you could start a new life elsewhere. Maybe as a humble cabbage farmer, or a contract killer, wherever fate would lead. You’d need a new identity, of course. A fresh name, a new social security number, maybe even plastic surgery to alter your appearance. Then you could receive intensive therapy to forget any of this ever happened. There’s experimental memory surgery on the black market right now, you make a mental note to get a consultation later.

“Ah.” He says.

The goddesses have abandoned you.

“It looked to me like you were trying to decide which outfit to pick,” Chrollo confesses, making you feel more dread than ever. “I apologize for making assumptions. Let’s move on from it.”

Now that you’re this close to him, you notice the undeniable blush dusting his pale cheeks. Was this truly so upsetting to him? Did you make him feel ill? That couldn’t do, the both of you needed to be at the top of your abilities, especially this deep into enemy territory. His pupils are dilated too, and he must’ve loosened the collar of his shirt. The urge to take responsibility for the situation encourages you to bend over, assessing for any other signs of sickness.

“[First]?” Chrollo utters your name in a tone you’ve never heard before; genuine shock.

“You appear unwell,” you explain with the utmost conviction.

He must have had an epiphany of his own as his shoulders loosen up. “If you really must know, I am a man, [First].”

The calm and collected nature that you associate with Chrollo by default is replaced with something else, something more strained. He reaches up to your face, cupping your cheek in his hand, yet hesitant all the same. Every nerve on your body is set aflame as he drags the pad of his thumb in slow, hypnotizing circles against your burning flesh. You wish you could etch every detail of his current expression into your mind. The way he looks up at you through lidded eyes, how he wets his bottom lip with his tongue, the sheer intensity of his gaze chilling you to the bone. Suddenly, you feel the urge to loosen your clothing as well. When did it get so warm?

His thumb travels further at your lack of protest and plays with your lips. So much is flooding through your mind at once, every thought is more pleasant than the last; it’s almost like your heart is going to break free from your body.

“[First]...” your name rolls off his tongue with such ardent affection that you shiver, “If I confessed that I’ve longed to kiss you, would you allow me the honor of fulfilling my wish?”

Did you hear Chrollo right just now? Skill Hunter is not in his hand, so you know that he isn’t utilizing a Manipulator’s ability. You think you could grow addicted to the way he says your name, the deep timbre of his voice awakening something inside of you. Would it be so bad to indulge yourself?

Giving in sounded so much nicer than anything else. For a moment, brief as it may be, you could be distracted from everything.

You answer his question by closing the meager space between you.

Chrollo freezes at first, his eyes wide blown, yet he finds himself melting into your touch like you were meant solely for him. He tilts his head to the side, as do you, his free hand traveling down to rest on your waist. The angle of him sitting and you standing isn’t the best, and you remedy it by lowering yourself onto his lap. His words repeat like a melodic loop in your head. You want to believe him — to reciprocate this fondness that he’s demonstrated for you. Even if it was an intricate lie, spun by a master of deceit to trap you, you’ll detangle yourself later. What matters more to you now is getting a better taste of what he has to offer.

The hand on your waist continues downward, brushing over your tight clad thighs, encouraging you to wrap your legs around him. You comply with his wordless demand and earn a hearty chuckle. He rubs your thigh up and down, occasionally squeezing the flesh and smiling at how you jolt in response. You have a hidden competitive streak, if he’s going to be cheeky, then you’ll return it tenfold. Thus has been the nature of your unconventional relationship. Leaning against him further, you press your clothed chest to his and play with the edge of his suit’s blazer. You’re rewarded by his crotch getting harder. Out of primal instinct, you rub yourself against him, pleasure diluting your senses soon after.

He breaks the kiss to shoot you an inquisitive look. You’re about to ask if you’ve gone too far, and he must sense your apprehension, as he places a finger to your lips.

“Do that again,” Chrollo murmurs, placing a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. At your hesitation, he grabs both sides of your hips, pulling you flush against him. “Consider it an order.”

His words ignite something inside you that longs to be satisfied. You wrap both of your arms around his neck for easier balance and grind yourself against him, shuddering at the dizzying thrill which accompanies it. Chrollo hums, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, and sending further heat to your core. Gods, you could come just from this — his rich cologne is enchanting, paired with his expert touches and intense stare. You can feel him watching you, soaking in every response and noise you offer. At this moment, you’ve lost yourself to the throes of carnal pleasure, indulging a part of you that’s been suppressed for so long. There’s no telling for sure what this means for you both.

None of that matters. You want to feel him, to touch every inch of him, to be filled to the brim by him until his name was all you could cry out. From how greedily he’s kissing and nipping your neck, you know he wants the same. Through the opening of your outfit’s skirt, he reaches the top of your tights and begins to pull them down. You pause your movements to make it easier for him to do so. That’s right, the both of you are still fully dressed. You’ve seen Chrollo’s chest before when he’s wearing his usual leather jacket, yet the chance to admire it up close is new and exciting.

“Tell me what it is you want,” he whispers into your ear. “I need to hear it; every single detail. I won’t do anything else until you tell me.”

Your fingers curl against his suit. “I… I want…”

And then there’s an incessant pounding at your door.

You exchange a quick, mutually understanding glance, and detach from each other. He helps lift your tights to their previous position while you smooth wrinkles out of his suit. Everything happened so fast, sweeping you up like a tornado, that your head is still on cloud nine. Whatever it is that just happened barely feels real. There’s only one person who would aggressively knock at your door like that, so you don’t bother with asking questions.

Opening the door, you find Ash glaring up at you, their arms crossed over their chest. They must have grown an inch or two since you last saw them, you’d guess they’re at five foot two now. Ash prefers to keep their hair up in two buns, with the tips of hair framing their face dyed a lighter shade. Their upturned eyes are the same color as yours, piercing and daring anyone to challenge them.

“You. Me. The courtyard. Now.”

You blink at their list of random demands. “May I ask why?”

Ash peers over your shoulder and narrows their eyes at the sight of Chrollo, who is silently assessing the situation. They huff, pivot on their heel, and walk down the corridor.

“We’re going to fight,” they make sure to say it loud enough for you both to hear. “And if I win, you’re going to call it quits with that dude. Got it?”

#chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hell within reach #not sfw #my stuff

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Little Black Book: Your Kindred Spirit

Summary: There are a few names in your Little Black Book, and these seven hold a special place in your heart. Now that you are closing that chapter in your life, you reminisce the time and experience you have had with your seven favourite men, especially with Jeon Jungkook, your kindred spirit.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Rating: Explicit. NO MINORS ALLOWED.

Genre: nonidol!au, strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, a bit of angst

WC: 6.1k (my largest so far! 😱)

Warning: talk about loneliness, oral sex by the pool, fingering, penetrative sex, protected sex, multiple orgasm, edging, sex on a chair, Herman Miller chair kink because Hybe got them chairs for their employees while I’m sitting on one from Ikea

A/N : trying some character development this time round, especially since I’m running out of ideas of ways OC can have hot sexy times with her men (3 more to go!). I like being able to explore OC’s backstory and personality more here, and I hope you as readers feel a bit more intimate too with the characters in this LBB universe. As always, likes, reblogs and comments are much appreciated. Enjoy 💜

Series Masterlist: Little Black Book

You got off the plane, still annoyed. Five hours earlier, you had arrived in your office in Seoul, only to be ceremoniously sent off to Jeju with the order of getting Jeon Jungkook to sign a bunch of papers as well as not returning to Seoul until Monday. You protested, only to have Seokjin, your new unbearable boss, told you that you had not taken any days off in two years and he’d be damned if those days were going to be borne by the firm again.

“It’s all paid for. Flights and hotel. Now go, I don’t want to see your face for the rest of the week.” Seokjin ordered as he pushed you into the elevator. ” But call me on Saturday, hmm?” He added in a whisper. You rolled your eyes as the doors closed.

Five hours later, you arrived in Jeju, and at the first intake of fresh air, you inwardly thanked Seokjin for forcing you to go on a vacation. Maybe, after you were all done with the Jeon Jungkook business, you’d go shopping and get yourself a new lingerie set for your Saturday night fun with Seokjin, as a thank you. MAYBE.

As you entered the arrival hall, you were surprised to find a man in full chauffeur uniform holding up your name. You bowed to him, and he swiftly took your luggage.

“Mr Jeon sent me to pick you up.” He simply stated. “He’s waiting for you at his suite.” You nodded and followed him.

The suite turned out to be a mega luxurious penthouse by the beach. Spacious, modern, floor to ceiling windows with that breathtaking view, and…. an infinity pool on the balcony? You had to stop yourself from gawking too much.

You were asked to wait by the living room as the driver went to the pool and patiently waited for Jungkook to finish his lap before informing him of your arrival. The driver then made his way back to you, to inform you that he would check you in at the hotel. He then bowed and quietly left. You tilted your head and wondered how he could even know which hotel your firm had booked for you, but you let it go- the rich definitely had their own ways.

You turned to find Jungkook getting out of the water, and you swallowed, hard. The many times you had met him, he had always worn something baggy. Never in a hundred years you would have thought that THAT body was hidden underneath all those loose clothing. Thick shoulders, even thicker pecs, and washboard abs. Then those thighs- dear God- sculpted and oh so visible with his wet boardshorts splattered tightly on his skin.

You cleared your throat, then bowed to him. Get a grip, he’s your client, you reminded yourself. “Good afternoon, Jungkook-ssi.”

He bowed back in return. “Hi __________ -ssi.” He sounded shy. “Hope your flight was good?”

“Smooth flight.” As smooth as that skin across your chest. “I’m here for you to sign the papers?”

You sat yourself down by the coffee table and took out a folder. “I’m sure Seokjin-ssi has told you about the settlement? We just need you to sign here, here and here and I’ll send them back to the office to get everything going.”

You went into your work-mode immediately. It was safe, and you knew what you were doing. You in work-mode would not be thirsting over your own client. Jungkook lingered by the door however, water still dripping from his gorgeous body.

“Um, do you need me to get you a towel?” You asked gingerly. Jungkook broke into a small smile and shook his head.

“Sorry, I was distracted.” He went off to grab a towel himself, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he came back, his upper body covered by the terry cloth. “Where do I sign?”

You directed Jungkook, explaining along the way the process of the settlement, what he should expect and what your firm would continue doing on his behalf.

“As agreed, we will not disclose the settlement amount to the media or the public, but this large sum should set off some gossip in the industry, so you’d be rest assured anyone would think twice before mooching off your AI software again.” You grabbed the corner of Jungkook’s towel and dabbed at some dollops of water on the coffee table, worried they could stain the legal documents.

“Ah, sorry, I guess my hair is still wet.” Jungkook said sheepishly. You plastered a professional smile, and resisted tucking his curly hair behind his ear.

“OK, all done, just give me a minute to scan and email these back to the office.”

You moved to scan the documents with your phone and promptly sent them to Seokjin. Jungkook left your side and you heard a splash. Jungkook was back in the pool, but he stayed by the side, head resting on his folded hands, watching you.

You gave him another forced smile. “I’m just waiting for Seokjin-ssi to confirm everything is good. Then I’ll be going.”

“Eager to start your vacation?” He pushed his hair back off his forehead, and laughed at your reaction. “Seokjin told me you would stay here for a few days before going back to Seoul.”

“Ah yes, I was forced to go on holiday.”

“Good thing I asked for you to come here then.” You saw the corner of his mouth lifted into what you thought was a very sexy smirk.

“You asked for me?” Your phone vibrated indicating an incoming email, tearing your gaze from Jungkook and denying him the chance to answer. The email was from Seokjin, who simply replied with a thumbs up emoji. “Ah, I’ve got confirmation all is good. So I’ll get going now then.”

“Stay.”

You froze. “Excuse me?”

Jungkook still had his eyes firmly on you. The shyness you saw earlier was all gone. “Your holiday has officially started. Have a swim with me.”

You laughed out loud at his request. “I don’t have my swimsuit with me, and your driver has taken my suitcase to the hotel.”

“So?” Jungkook smirked.

“Jungkook-ssi, I’m not going to swim with you in my underwear.” You know you needed to leave, but the temptation was getting too large to ignore.

“Just Jungkook, please.” He licked his lips. “And, you don’t need any attire to swim here. It’s very private.”

“Jungkook-ssi, are you trying to see me naked?”

“And if I am?”

You looked at your phone again. No follow up emails, no calls, no messages. Work had stopped for you. However, Jungkook was your client, a very valuable one at that. This couldn’t be good. But as he said, your vacation had started. Well, you only live once, you told yourself.

“If I’m swimming naked, so are you. It’s only fair.”

Jungkook shuffled in the water. Then his board shorts landed with a loud splat at the poolside. “It’s only fair.”

An hour or so later, you sighed as you spotted tints of orange streaking across the sky. You had to give it to Jungkook for this place- from where you were sitting at the pool, you got a mesmerising view of the sun setting, blood orange angry against the cool blue of the horizon. What a sight.

You sighed again, as Jungkook’s tongue glided against your folds. HIs tongue felt so smooth against your throbbing sex, and a flick of his tongue released a deep moan from you. You threw your head back, your body leaning back supported by your elbows, and you spread your legs even wider for him.

The flicking of his tongue went faster, no doubt encouraged by your moans and the start of your thighs shaking. You gasped for air as your climax was nearing. One of your hands shot out and grabbed Jungkook by his hair, pressing his head firmer against your sex as you rode his mouth. His big doe eyes opened up and met yours immediately, and you cursed- how could anyone who looked so innocent could be so sinful?

You ground your core harder against his mouth, and his tongue went to overdrive, determined to have you come before the sun set. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, the pink tip flicking your nub determinedly, his eyes never leaving yours. Your tightened core finally snapped, and screaming his name, you came, just as the sun set at Jeju Island. What a sight.

~~~

You raised an eyebrow when Jungkook ordered another bowl of ramen. It had been a couple of months since your Jeju fling, and you were surprised when Jungkook suddenly turned up at your office, inviting you out to dinner. Your first instinct was to reject him- you did not like fraternising with clients- but his big doe eyes did you in.

“So,” you cleared your throat, “how long have you been back in Seoul?”

Jungkook slurped his noodles. “A couple of days.”

“Oh, are you here for work?”

He shook his head. “I was bored in Jeju.”

“Well, I hope you’ll get to have some fun here.”

He nodded again, eyes still downcast, focused on his bowl. You let silence sit between you; he seemed to still be very hungry, and you did not want to interrupt him eating. He stole glances at you timidly, as if he had something to say but did not have the bravery to say it out loud.

It amazed you how Jungkook could have such a duality. The person in front of you was painfully shy, nothing like the flirtatious sex god that left you trembling throughout your vacation in Jeju. You watched him eat, and his demeanour suddenly threw you back to your university days, when you isolated and buried yourself in books, sacrificing social life for those top graduating spots in law school. You recognised loneliness, having gone through it yourself. Your heart softened even further for Jungkook. When he finally finished his meal, he wiped his mouth and smiled apologetically at you.

“You must be busy,” he said, mistaking your quietness for impatience, “I’m sorry I disturbed you and forced you to accompany me here.”

You shook your head. “I should be thanking you for getting me out of the office. I need to stop being such a workaholic. Probably because I don’t have much of a social life, I just bury myself in work.” You offered an opening to Jungkook to open up.

“I guess we’re in the same boat.” He admitted sheepishly. “It’s not that I don’t have friends, I just… have some trust issue.”

“I would be too if I were in your shoes.” You knew enough of his history from handling his settlement case. He made it big at such a young age and the media elevated him to be the next big tech superstar, which only sent sharks sniffing around him. The case you had helped Seokjin handle, the one that sent you to Jeju to conclude it, involved names of people Jungkook thought he could trust.

“What do you do for fun?” He asked.

“Uh well… I don’t have many hobbies, really.” You were a bit thrown aback by his question, “Some weekends I just pick a random line on the subway and ride it to the end and back. If I see something interesting, I stop and check it out. It’s a habit from law school, it helps me de-stress.”

“That sounds really interesting. Do you do that by yourself? Or with friends?”

“Most of the time I go by myself. I like being alone. I mean, five days out of a week I have to continually talk to and interact with people. My subway time is my time for myself, I guess.”

He nodded at your answer. “I understand what you mean. I like being alone too, especially after big meetings and promotional stuff.”

You smiled at him. “Sounds like we’re pretty similar.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “do you play games?”

“Computer games? Not really, no.” You laughed as Jungkook scrunched his nose lightly. “Just Maple Story, I guess.”

“Do you want to go to the arcade with me? There’s one just around the block.” He blurted it out quickly, as if he had been waiting for the perfect time to ask. You cleared your throat. You were happy enough to accompany him for dinner, sometimes clients expected that, but going to the arcade? It felt very personal.

“Jungkook-ssi,” you started.

“Just Jungkook, please.” He reminded you.

You took a deep breath. “Jungkook, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think I can hang out with you, like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, “I just thought, you know, we had fun and got along well in Jeju, so…” He shrugged his shoulder and looked down at his hands under the table.

“Well, we agreed what happened in Jeju stays there. And if you want to do it again, I’m for it, but we’ll have to lay down some ground rules.”

His brows furrowed. “I don’t want sex.” He sounded insulted. “I just want… your company. Not in that way. Just, you know, spend time together. With you. Because, I just think we’ll get along well. That’s all.”

You blinked at his confession, and you raked your brain to come up with a response that would not insult him any further. However before you could think of anything, he asked, “Are you not allowed to date your client?”

“Um, is the arcade supposed to be a date?”

“It could be if you want it.”

You rubbed your neck. This was going worse than you had thought. “I’m allowed to date whoever I want. I just… don’t do dating or relationships.”

“Because you’re a workaholic?”

That went straight to your heart. “Maybe,” you answered slowly, “though I think it’s more because I’m selfish. I like my free time for myself. I like not having to compromise on anything. I like making decisions by myself without having to worry about the other person’s feelings.”

“Don’t you get lonely?”

“I do sometimes, but I like being alone so loneliness is sometimes welcome.”

“And when it’s not?” He leaned forward.

“I call some…. friends.” You blushed a little. “And we spend time together, and that’s good enough for me.”

You inhaled deeply. It was odd saying it out loud, and you felt a little twang in your chest. You were reminded of the times when you returned to your empty, dark apartment after your rendezvous with one of your ‘friends’ from your little black book. Most times you were just happy to go to sleep or do whatever else it was you did at home, but there were the rare times when you wish your living room was not so sparse or your bed so cold. You had to admit it to yourself, you did feel lonely.

“Can… can I be your friend?” Jungkook asked, his voice so soft you struggled to hear it. “I do like spending time with you, and I trust you. And we had fun. And I’m not expecting Jeju all over again, it’s just… I don’t know, I just trust you.”

Your heart ached for him. He sounded so lost and so small. Perhaps two lonely people could find some comfort in each other.

“I’d love to be your friend, Jungkook.” You answered, and he gave you a relief smile in return. “Now, I need to clarify my definition of friends, just so we’re clear from the start.”

~~~

You realised Jungkook had liked too much your definition of ‘friends’, and although you had warned him repeatedly that there would be no feelings involved and no sleep overs, you suspected he had developed a crush on you. When he was teaching you to play League of Legends, he liked you sitting on his lap. When you were cooking ramen for him, he liked to stand behind you,rubbing the hem of your top. When you were getting dressed after your session with him, he would, without fail, tell you how much he liked the particular office wear you had on, which made you think that the man very likely had a business suit kink. You regularly reminded him- and yourself- that this arrangement was strictly of no strings attached, but you had to admit, it was nice to have him do all those things to you.

You also realised that Mondays were good to spend with Jungkook. The time spent with him not only chased away your Monday rage and put you in a good mood for the rest of the week. Especially when his chiseled chest was pressed tightly against your back, and his hips snapping wildly behind you, so determined to have your moans and wails travel through your apartment walls to your neighbours’. You threw your head back against his shoulder, and his hand snaked down to rub your clit as his mouth descended on your neck.

“Come on, cum for me again, pretty girl.”

You gasped for air at his hoarse voice, and you closed your eyes tightly as he pulled your second orgasm out of you, keeping his pace fast and steady as you rode it out. You panted heavily as you came down, your back felt slick with sweat against his chest. He pulled out and let you collapse onto your bed, the pure linen sheet felt so good and cool against your heated skin.

Jungkook gingerly flipped you over so you lay on your back. Caging you with his thick thighs, he leaned down and suckled on your tits, moaning against them as your fingers weaved themselves between his silky locks. His mouth left your breasts, and he straightened himself up while grabbing your ankles up and resting your legs on his chest. You shook your head.

“Kook, give me a minute.”

He chuckled. “Did I tire you out already? I remember you having better stamina than this in Jeju.”

“I was on vacation.” You hissed between your teeth.

He grabbed his cock and pushed it in you again. You arched your back when his swollen head penetrated you. “Just enjoy it, then. I’ll do all the work.” He winked. “Two more, pretty girl.”

Damned him and his competitive streak. He had sheepishly asked you if perhaps he could make you cum four times, to break his record in Jeju of three in one night. You were too excited to agree, but you were paying the price now- your whole body felt too sensitive. You wondered if you could wake up for work the next day.

He soon bottomed out in you, and he started to slowly pump himself in your hole, allowing you to recover before he sent you falling over the cliff again. He kissed your ankle, trailing his sinful mouth down towards your calf. You moaned at the sensation, and he, sensing you were more relaxed, picked up his rhythm .

You hands shot up above you to grab the edge of your bed, holding on for dear life when he began to fuck you faster. All you could hear now was the smacking of his skin against yours, and his low guttural groans when you clenched yourself around his cock. He held onto your ankles tightly, and his eyes watched your breasts bouncing in time with the movement of his hips.

“So good, feel so good, Kook.” You breathed out.

“Yeah?” He licked his lips. He pulled out until only his head was nestled in you, and he smirked as your hips writhed, wanting his length back in you. He slammed himself back in you, making you shout in pleasure.

“You like that, pretty girl?” He repeated the movement, and you screamed his name. He went a bit faster, encouraged by the slick that continued to lubricate his cock, and the tightening of your pussy walls every time he slammed into you. He suddenly leaned down towards you, bringing your legs with him, and you moaned loudly at the new depth his cock was reaching in you.

“You OK?” He asked, when he saw your face scrunching up.

“Yeah, yeah,” you hissed, “it’s just so deep. Ah, Kook, fuck me hard, I’m close.”

Jungkook was only too happy to oblige. Pounding his cock into you almost animalistically, he sucked on your ear, knowing it was your extremely sensitive spot. Your legs were soon flailing around his shoulders, and your body jerked and shuddered as your third orgasm hit you like a truck. He continued fucking you through it, but you felt his hips stuttering and he immediately pulled himself out of you.

“Fuck, I almost came.” He panted, but his finger immediately zeroed in on your clit, rubbing little circles on it, prolonging your orgasm. You squirmed under his hand, whimpering as your sex pulsated against nothing. When over-sensitivity came, you weakly pushed his hand away.

“Water.” You requested weakly.

Jungkook kissed your tummy before getting up. “Don’t fall asleep, we still have one more.”

You grabbed a pillow and half heartedly threw it at him. He caught it easily and giggled as he made his way to your kitchen. You lay back on your bed, trying to still your trembling body. It was good to be friends with Jungkook.

~~~

Jungkook’s place in Seoul was a far cry from his opulent penthouse in Jeju. The postal code was prestigious, but the apartment was modest, and in your opinion, more representative of Jungkook. He had entrusted you with the entry code to his door, so you made your way in straight from work after a particularly hellish Monday. You found him in his office slash gaming room, and you squealed when you saw him by his desk.

“You got a Herman Miller office chair?” You slid your hands over the chair, resisting the urge to hug it. “Do you know how much I want a Herman Miller chair? I sit on my ass eight hours a day, Jungkook! This baby would cure my sore back.”

Jungkook looked at you amusingly while you oohed and aahed over the chair he was sitting on. “Do you want to sit here?”

“No, no, no!” You stopped him from getting up. “I can’t. I told myself I would only sit on a Herman Miller office hair if it was mine and only mine.” You smacked his shoulder when he started laughing. “It’s my fantasy, OK! Yeah, my fantasy is to have this in my office.” You rubbed the back of the chair lovingly.

“Why don’t you just get one?”

“Jungkook, it’s $1,000 at least. I’m not spending that kind of money.”

“Well, get your boss to get it for you.”

You guffawed. “He complained about how much we spent on coffee pods, I’m sure he’d buy me a Herman Miller chair.”

“Well,” he rubbed his chin, “I can buy it for you.”

“Jungkook, as much as I want to say yes, I’m going to say no, because one, I wouldn’t even know how to report it to HR, and two, I can’t make you spend that much money for me!”

“Well we’re friends, aren’t we? Can’t I buy a gift for my friend?” Jungkook was spinning in his chair, wiggling his eyebrows. “Let me buy it for you. Just say it’s a gift from an anonymous client?”

“You’re ridiculous.” You grabbed the arms of the chairs to stop him spinning.

“And you’re hot.” He blurted out, and immediately blushed. You felt heat rising to your cheeks too. Shy guy was slowly making way to flirty sex god.

“It’s just a basic blouse and a skirt.”

He cupped your ass. “Yeah, but this skirt really makes your ass look amazing.” He moved his hands to your chest. “And your breasts look so tempting.”

You bit your lower lip as he massaged your tits and let out a shriek when you heard fabric tearing. Sex god Jungkook arrived, and he had just ripped your blouse.

“Jungkook! That blouse cost-”

You lost your voice as Jungkook pushed the cups of your bra down roughly to gain access to your nipples. You mewled when his lips closed in on one of your perky nubs, while his fingers tugged the other. Losing your footing, you fell forward, and his free hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you on top of him.

“I’ll buy you another one.” He released your nipples and helped you hike your skirt so you could straddle him.

“Damn it.” You said breathlessly. You felt your juices soaking your panties, and more leaked out when your sex rested atop his hardening member. “How many times are you going to make me cum tonight?”

He hummed against your breasts as his hands roamed over your stocking-covered legs. He kissed and licked your breasts, before enveloping your nipple back in his mouth. You arched your back, pressing your chest closer to him.

“Maybe just once,” he said between sucks, big doe eyes looking up to you, “but I promise it’s going to be a good one.”

Your body went rigid when his large hand cupped you, his finger sliding along the slit over your pantyhose and underwear. His mouth went back to attacking your breasts, and you could do nothing but surrender to his ministrations. Very quickly, he made you a breathless mess on his lap. He chuckled at your expression, and his hands sneaked up underneath your skirt, looking for the waistband of your pantyhose. He tugged at it harshly, and before you knew it, he had torn yet another piece of your clothing.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you chastised him. “For fu-”

“I’ll take you shopping. Just relax now.” He cut you off by pulling your panties aside so he could insert a finger in. You gasped at the intrusion, and your inner walls immediately clenched around his digit. His mouth left your breasts and he was watching you. You returned his stare, your eyes focused on his face while you enjoyed the way his finger was gliding in and out. Your eyes fluttered when he inserted a second one. You grabbed onto his shoulders, and his free hand guided you to move up a little, simply so he could pump his fingers faster and harder.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He pushed a third finger in and you squealed. “Look at me, pretty girl.”

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, to look at his face. How could someone looking so sweet and innocent could be pulling out moans and screams so easily. Your pussy felt deliciously stretched and he was drawing your orgasm out quickly. Your walls were pulsating erratically around his fingers, and suddenly it felt empty, the orgasm you were chasing disappeared instantly.

“Jungkook, what the-”

He smirked as he looked at his soaked fingers. You tilted your head as your heart beats returned to normal. “Are you trying to edge me?”

He laughed when you smacked his shoulder. “Hold on.” He rolled you both to a set of drawers by his desk. He pulled out a condom, placed the packet between his teeth, then shuffled to pull his sweats down. You swallowed when his cock- hard, angry and red- sprung free. He ripped the foil to get the condom out and rolled it down his dick. Your pussy was clenching hungrily, eager to take in his member.

Jungkook’s hands returned to your skirt, bunching it up around your waist. He smiled at your ripped pantyhose, then with one hand, he tugged your panties aside while his other hand held his cock. You lowered yourself onto him, you kept sinking down on him, letting out a satisfied moan as he filled you in so fully. Your torn blouse was agape, your bra pushed down to reveal your nipples, and that was where his eyes were focused on as you started to ride him, swirling your hips as you went up and down on his cock. You rode him with all your might, eager to chase and get your orgasm before he could stop you. Your clit was rubbing against his lower abdomen, and your body was heated once again. Your pace quickened, your breaths became more shallow, and you were getting close, so close.

However, Jungkook’s hands grabbed your hips and held you above his lap, snapping you out of your near-delirium. He blew at the sweat that had broken out in the valley of your breasts.

“Not yet, pretty girl.” He cooed, and you whined in protest as he pulled out.

He directed you to turn your body around, so that your back was to his chest now, and he pushed his cock into you again. He held your body down, not allowing you to move, making your pussy cockwarming him. He rolled the chair, positioning it just in front of the set of computer monitors. All the screens were black, and you could clearly see your reflections on them. He helped you shift your legs to make you more comfortable while also keeping them spread as wide as possible.

He kissed your shoulder and your neck, while his hips started to move, slowly pumping his cock in and out of you. His strong hands were still holding you motionless, and you gripped the arms of the chair, content to surrender your body to him. His cock moved faster, and your body soon tensed again. Sensing your orgasm nearing, he slammed his cock up to bury it in you. You writhed, silently begging him to move, but he kept you still, away from your climax.

“Fuck, Jungkook, please.” You felt like you wanted to cry.

“No, not yet. I don’t want this to be over so soon.” He sounded like he wanted to cry too. “If I let you cum, will you stay the night?”

You elbowed him weakly. “You shouldn’t blackmail an attorney, Jungkook-ah.”

His chest rumbled against your back as he laughed. “You always cum and leave.”

You wriggled your hips and he moaned. “Let me cum now and I’ll stay for a bit.”

That seemed to be good enough for him. He kissed your shoulder before wrapping his hands around your body tight, pressing you against his chest, as he pistoned his cock fast and hard. The movements took your breath away, your head lolled against his as you both watched yourselves on the dark computer screens. Needing to feel more of him, your hand released the arm of the chair and to reach the back of his neck. He kissed the inside of your upper arm, which made you squeal and clench around him further. He cursed at the discovery of a new erogenous zone on you, and he nipped and licked at your skin as his cock continued to pound you.

You felt your orgasm nearing, and your free hand moved down to rub your clit. One of his hands moved downwards too, pulling the hood back to give you full access to your sensitive spot.

“Rub it good, pretty girl, while my cock ruins your pussy.” He whispered gruffly in your ear. You mewled at his dirty talk, and your finger started to move eratically, certain he would not deny your climax this time. You pressed on your clit and rubbed it hard, causing your pussy walls to tighten around his shaft. You closed your eyes when the edge was finally within reach, your body shook and your hand faltered. Jungkook pushed it away to rub your clit himself while you were finally coming, screaming his name. You felt as if you were drowning in pleasure, you gasped for air and you felt a drop of tear escape down your cheek.

Jungkook’s grip on your body became tighter, you were sure he was going to leave marks, which you normally chastised your lovers for, but this time you could barely even care. He slammed his cock into you one last time when your orgasm was ending, emptying himself into the rubber.

You both sat on the chair, recovering from the one mind blowing orgasm. Your pants made way to soft breathing. Your ripped blouse felt sticky from the sweat, and you winced as you tried to straighten your legs while he was still inside you. Content of not moving any further, you leaned back against his hard chest, and you let him hug you and nuzzle your hair. You would stay a little while, you decided, as promised. He was worth spending a bit more time with.

“This chair is worth every cent,” Jungkook broke the silence, “it didn’t even creak once.”

You burst out laughing, and you ended up laughing so much that your stomach hurt.

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Today

“Jeon Jungkook!” You hiss into the phone. “I am going to kill you.”

You groan as he laughs at the other end. You look at the $2000 dollar chair with a big red bow in your office. You have shooed everyone away from your office, including Seokjin who complained that he should get one too since he was the one who got THAT big settlement for that ‘ungrateful brat’.

“You need to get an even better chair for Seokjin, you know. Or we will never hear the end of his whining.”

“He’s treated me to a few meals. I guess it’s only fair I pay him back.”

You make sure your office door is closed before you move to the chair to sniff it. It smells new and promising- you know the moment you sit on it, you will never have a backache ever again, your days will be brighter and you will rise up to the top. Herman Miller will unlock all your potentials.

“Sit on it and take a selca,” Jungkook suggests, “and send it to your boyfriend.”

“Why do I need to show him?” You protest, but you untie the red bow and sit on the chair anyway.

“So you know,” he clears his throat, “you guys can do fun stuff on it.” He drawls as his shyness takes over. You feel your cheeks heated too at the memory.

“Hey,” his voice takes a serious turn and you straighten up, “I don’t think I ever thank you.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “I think I’m the one who should thank you? For this amazing chair?”

“I want to thank you for being my friend,” his voice is so soft, but you can hear his emotions clearly, “it means a lot to me.”

You press your fingers to your lips, holding back a threatening sob. “Jungkook, it means a lot to me too that you’re my friend. And please don’t start crying; if you cry, I will cry.”

Jungkook lets out a gentle laugh. “If you cry, I’ll cry, so you don’t start too.”

“We are truly hopeless. But Jungkook, is this what the chair is for? Because you don’t need to-“

“No, no,” he cuts in, “it’s a just-because present. You’ve been going on and on about the chair since... you know when, and I don’t know, when I saw the latest model I just wanted to get it for you.”

“You are too generous, you know that? Don’t let anyone take advantage of your generosity.”

He laughs again. “You’re generous too. You always make time for me, even now when you don’t have to anymore.”

“We’re kindred spirits, aren’t we? Of course I’ll always make time for you. Even my boyfriend makes time for you!” You glance at the clock in your office. “Isn’t it almost time for your pilates class?”

“Yes, your man is signalling me to hang up now.” Jungkook chuckles. “Thank you for letting me be his friend too. He’s been great for my state of mind. All the pilates and the bonsai classes he lets me tag along, I’m feeling much happier these days.”

You hum as you settle more comfortably in your new chair. “I’m happy to hear that, and it means a lot to me you both get along so well. Hey, let’s do dinner this weekend? Let’s crash Seokjin’s place and make him cook for us. It’s been a while since the four of us hung out together.”

“Sounds like a plan. I have to go now, don’t forget to send that selca!”

You giggle as he hangs up. You spin once in the chair, your body and spirit feels a million times better already. You raise your phone up and move it around to get the best angle. Once you have gotten a picture you are happy with, you send it off to your boyfriend.

You [19:02] : I got a present! Come over after your class and let’s take a ride on it 😉 You [19:02] : PS: Don’t change. I like you all sweaty 😋

You smile smugly at your naughty messages, then you realise something. You immediately text Jungkook.

You [19:03] : Kook- is there a warranty on the chair? Just in case we break it.

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http-skzhyuns · 3 years

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apologies | changbin - angst

requested, changbin x y/n [angst + fluff]

word count: 1.8k+ warnings: explicit description of anxiety, breakdowns — please tell me if i forgot to add anything in the warnings. a/n: to the one who requested, i’m not sure how long ago you made the request bec i rarely check my tumblr. i’m so sorry but here it is. :) i haven’t written in so long. thank you for making the request. also, i think i got carried away with the angst, i hope the short fluff at the end was what you’re looking for. :< i didn’t proofread this and before we start, just wanna thank u all for the 100 followers!! stay safe :) start.

you could see the stars shining from where you are sat, moving in a new country with an entirely different culture has made you anxious. but this, the view in your apartment is your favorite. it’s enough to take away the need to fiddle with your hands and to unconsciously tap your feet whenever you get the chance. the autumn breeze is cold but it’s bearable, nonetheless, you find yourself wrapping your cardigan tightly around your torso, trying to soak in the extra warmth that the fabric can provide. a sudden shrill of ringtone startled you away from your lingering thoughts. smiling at the nickname displayed in your screen, you swiped to answer the call. “y/n! hello baby,” changbin’s face appeared in your screen, smiling widely at you. you chuckled at his overt enthusiasm, “hello there, love.” “are you settled in? do you need anything?” your smile faltered for a few seconds but changbin didn’t seem to notice. “nothing, love. i’m all good. don’t worry.” “i’m sorry i can’t drop by there tonight,” you can hear the rustle on his end and the muted screams of jisung in the background. “got stuck on a melody?” you asked softly. there’s a long sigh on his end before he answered, “yeah. it’s not working out as smoothly as we expected.” “don’t worry about it, bin. i’m fine here, i’m good for a few days so you don’t need to worry about me. just do your thing, it’ll come to you, guys. give it time, i just know it’s going to be a great song once it’s done,” you attempted to lift his spirits up, but you genuinely believe it’s going to work out in the end. your words were met with silence, concern started to grow until you hear him clear his throat.

“... i love you,” he whispered. you smiled, “i love you too, now, go back there. don’t forget to get some rest even just for a bit, tell the boys the same thing too, okay? have a good night, binnie.” you saw him nod, a sign that he heard you, he waved and you waved goodnight. the screen turned black signaling that the call ended. you sighed, putting your phone down beside you before pulling your legs up to your chest before resting your arms around them. “it’s okay, he’ll be home soon.”

day four, no signs of activity. you begrudgingly dragged yourself out of the bed. another work day, another day to make sure you don’t get in other people’s way. you sipped from your cup of coffee while checking your phone for any message from changbin.

“good morning, y/n.”

it was simple, straightforward and you shook off the crawling feeling on your skin. it’s okay.

you texted back a good morning before picking your things up to actually get ready for the day.

“y/n! come over here,” your supervisor called. you resisted the urge to curl your fingers into your palm, digging into the skin as you nervously walked over to her desk.

“y/n, did you check this over before you submitted?” she started and you can feel a thousand scenarios running through your head and you find yourself picking it all apart, wondering if you really did check it over or there’s a lapse in your memory.

after careful consideration, you answered, “yes, ma’am.” she sighed, before carefully pulling you over. she showed her file before patiently pointing out the mistakes in the report you turned over.

there’s a momentary relief that coursed through you after you closed the door to her office. you find yourself dragging your feet as you walk back to your desk.

“tough day?” your co-worker asked when he noticed the sluggish movement you’ve been making.

you sheepishly shook your head, “i’m alright.” he looked at you for a second longer before nodding to himself.

when the night time comes, you absentmindedly hid your shoes inside the cabinet by the door of your apartment. you briefly glanced at your window to see that the sky is pitch dark and devoid of the shining stars you love so much.

another sigh. 10PM. a groan left your mouth.

you covered your face with your hands, roughly running them through your hair out of frustration.

the sound of keys started growing louder before your door opened. in comes, seo changbin, walking in with his backpack, clad in a black hoodie and a sweatpants. however, you remained seated in the small couch.

“y/n? are you home?” he asked. you grunted in reply but you doubt he would have heard it.

“there you are, i missed you,” he went for a hug but you narrowly dodged his attempt.

his brows furrowed in confusion, “hey? you’re okay?”

you nodded, looking down before standing up and going straight to the bathroom.

there’s a heaviness in the air, changbin isn’t sure what it is and what’s wrong. he was so sure you were okay. you were okay through your messages for the past few days.

whatever it is, he’ll let you come to him when you’re ready. and so, he got started on making dinner. he was about to put the food into a plate and set the table when he heard a hard thud from the bathroom, followed by clanking of several things — what he assumed to be toiletries on your counter.

rushing over, he quickly turned off the stove and went to knock on your door.

“y/n? baby?” nobody answered. he knocked for the second time, more insistent.

“y/n? is everything okay?” silence filled the space… until he heard a faint rustling on the other side and the soft click of the door met his ears.

the sight of you nearly broke him to pieces. for some reason, he didn’t notice how off you’ve been feeling the last few days because you were so good at maintaining your composure in front of other people.

but, you, standing there in front of him. your shoulders hunched while you’re covered by your bathrobe— there’s a sense of emptiness in your eyes. his eyes flicked back in forth between you and the mess behind you— just as he guessed, your toiletries clattered on the floor.

“i’m sorry,” you apologized, looking at him straight in the eye.

changbin inhaled sharply, wondering what’s the reason for your apologies. “what happened? were you hurt?” he asked, gently coaxing you into his arms.

you buried your head in his chest, tightly clinging onto his shirt as the first sob tore through your throat. changbin can feel the rising panic in him because he can’t still pinpoint the reason and the situation that just took place in the bathroom. despite all this, he tightened his arms around you, keeping you enclosed in his body as he run his hands through your damp hair.

“what’s wrong? why are you sorry?” he asked, calmly. the second sob came followed by a third, until you’re full-on weeping in his arms, softly muttering a series of “i’m sorry”.

after a while, you whispered,“i’ll clean it up, i’m fine now. thank you.” you loosened your grip on his hoodie but he tightened his hold on you. “come here,” he said and pulled you to the adjacent kitchen area. he made you sit on a stool before looking straight in your eye.

“you’re not okay…” he whispered. “i can see that you’re not okay. so please, quit telling yourself that you are. i’m here, aren’t i? what’s wrong?” there’s warmth in his eyes and you feel an onslaught of tears for the second time today, just by the sight of it.

“i-“ you stuttered. “i’m s—“ changbin held his finger up, shushing you. “don’t apologize. if you’re apologizing for not being okay. please, i don’t want to hear it, love. you don’t have to apologize for that.” you fiddled with your hands in nervousness.

“…there’s a lot…” you breathed in, trying to work through the tears and the anxiety, “there’s so many things happening, so many people to get accustomed to…” you faltered, trying to smile at him to ease the heaviness of your words. “it’s so hard,” you looked down, finally allowing the tears to copiously fall.

in the years you’ve been together, changbin have always admired you for being able to hold down your fort. you were calm and grounded, even at the most toughest times. but he knows, deep down the ‘strength’ was something that you developed because of expectation. because people expected you to be strong and they needed you to be.

changbin placed his hands on your cheeks, making you lift your head up to him before placing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“stop,” he smiled at you. “it’s okay to stop being strong, you know? it’s okay to stop taking the weight of everything and telling yourself that you can take it.” you shook your head, ready to disagree.

“it wasn’t a good week, there’s a lot of things going wrong, i wasn’t adjusting as well as i thought i would. i turned in an incorrect report today,” you babbled, spilling everything that happened for the past few days you didn’t get to see him.

“…i’m just so tired,” you looked at him, frowning from the heaviness in your chest.

“… and that’s okay,” he whispered. “baby, it’s okay to let things go. there’s nothing wrong with admitting that you can’t take it, that you’re not okay.”

“but, i didn’t want to be a burden…” you whispered. and for the second time that night, changbin felt his heart constrict at the words that left your mouth.

“baby, you’re not a burden. don’t ever think that you are,” he firmly replied, prompting you to look him in the eye, making sure you understand what he’s saying. you nodded and he smiled, satisfied before peppering your face with kisses.

“the next time you start feeling like this, can you please tell me? i want to know so i can help, in whatever way i can, okay? don’t take it on to yourself and try to sweep it under a rug.” you nodded and he went for another hug before letting you go, “go and get changed. you’re practically dry now. i’ll pick up your things in the bathroom,” you looked at him grateful for his help and comfort.

“have i ever told you how much i love you?” you softly asked. he smiled, “not enough times today, i think.”

“we have to rectify that, don’t we?” you joked.

“yeah, because i need my love to be reciprocated or else, i won’t give you the food i cooked,” he let out a boisterous laugh.

“… binnie, i love you. thank you,” you walked over to his place, pulling him for a kiss.

“always here for you, baby. i love you too. now go get changed, the food’s cold,” he went for another chaste kiss before waving you away.

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Taking the Long Way - Ch. 1

The first chapter of my first multi-chapter fic is finally here! This wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to write, I’ll be honest, but I have to admit that I’m quite proud of it. I would love to know what you think, but please be gentle and I also ask that any criticism is constructive. Thank you so much and happy reading! :)

Warnings: Infertility issues, nail biting.

Summary and chapter are under the cut :)

Summary – When Emily learns that she can’t have children and she’ll never have the family she’s always dreamed of, her world comes crashing down. She feels as though her life no longer has meaning until, amidst the chaos of the team’s most recent case, she encounters a little stranger who strengthens both her spirit and her hope. She learns that perhaps it is possible for someone to have all they’ve ever wanted. It’s just, sometimes, they have to take the long way.

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She somehow manages to hold it together for as long as it takes her to walk through the apartment, tossing her keys and wristlet onto the kitchen table and running a hand through her hair, but she crumbles when she enters the bedroom and closes the door. She feels safe in here. Aaron is stuck in a stupid meeting at the BAU until half-past two and Jack is still at school which means she doesn’t have to worry about either of them for the time being and she’s actually quite glad of it.

The weight of Doctor Freeman’s words hits her hard and it feels hard to breathe as she falls against the wall, the smallest whimper the only sound she makes as she squeezes her eyes closed and a tear dances down her cheek, staining her skin. She has to be having some sort of sick nightmare, she thinks. She has to be making this up in her head because this can’t be happening, not to her and Aaron. The two of them have suffered enough – more than enough – without this now, too.

Without being told they can’t have children.

She thinks back to when the doctor gave her the diagnosis she had never expected to receive – to when her whole world had come crashing down around her – and she breaks down, sinking to the floor and burying her face in her knees as she hugs them to her chest. What she had been expecting to find out at the appointment, she’s not totally sure anymore, but it definitely hadn’t been that she has severe intrauterine adhesions. In simpler terms, the doctor had said, there was scar tissue on her uterus and it was to such a degree that it was irreversible, unfortunately, and there was nothing to be done.

He had allowed her to take a minute to think about what he had said and let it sink in, but then he’d started asking some questions in an attempt to determine the cause of it. When he had asked her if she had ever sustained an injury that may have resulted in such severe scarring she had shaken her head, but she had lied to him. She knows full well what caused this. Well, she knows full well who caused this but speaking to him about her fight with Ian had been out of the question.

“Well, about a year ago, I was tortured and impaled by a criminal I once dated while undercover for Interpol.”

Like that would have gone down well.

Her phone vibrates in her pocket, still on silent from her appointment, and she lifts her head wearily as she reaches for it before her heart sinks when she looks at the caller ID and sees Aaron’s smiling face. He’s meant to still be in his meeting, so why is he calling her? Palming the tears from her cheeks, she clears her throat and takes a breath before accepting his call. “Hey, you,” She leans against the wall as she speaks to him. “You okay? I thought the meeting didn’t end until 2:30.”

“Yeah, it might be a bit later than that now because we took a late lunch,” He says. “Strauss wants to start again in about ten minutes, but I thought I’d call while I have the chance because she’s driving me mad and I needed to hear your voice. Tell me about the appointment this morning. I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it, but how did it go? What did the doctor say?”

“Um…” She swallows the lump in her throat as tears blur her vision.

“Em?” He sounds concerned. “Honey, if something’s wrong then you need to tell me.”

“I…I don’t want to tell you over the phone,” She says, unable to keep the tremor from her voice. “Can it wait until later?”

“No, you’re not sitting in that apartment on your own all day when you’re like this,” He tells her. “I’m on my way.”

“You can’t just walk out.”

“No? You just watch me.”

He hangs up before she even has the chance to open her mouth and she spends the next couple of minutes staring at the screen, not knowing what to do next, until she throws her phone across the room and buries her head in her hands. How is she supposed to do this? He had been dropping subtle – well, not that subtle – hints that he was ready to start a family with her over the past couple of weeks, so how is she supposed to look him in the eye when he comes home and tell him she’s infertile? How is she supposed to tell Jack that she’ll never be able to give him the baby sister he’s been asking for?

She’s going to break their hearts.

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She’s pacing and biting her nails when he opens the door to their apartment and makes his way inside, but the moment she notices him she wipes her hands on her pants as her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. He sees the tears pooling in her eyes and the urge to just walk over there and wrap her in his arms intensifies, but he manages to resist. Instead, he sets his briefcase down on the kitchen table and drapes his coat and scarf over the back of a chair. He starts to approach her then, walking slowly as she follows him with her eyes, and he breathes a sigh of relief when she all but throws herself into his arms when he opens them. She sobs quietly into his neck and his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer.

“It’s okay…” He whispers, his lips brushing against her ear as he speaks before he presses them into the side of her neck.

“Nothing about this is okay.” She chokes out with a shake of her head as she takes hold of the back of his jacket.

“You wanna talk about it? I told Jack he could have dinner at Justin’s place tonight, so Justin’s mom is picking them up.”

“Yeah, okay,” She nods before he eases her away from his chest and takes her hand so he can lead her over to the couch, a soft sigh escaping her as she sits down beside him and lets him put an arm around her shoulders. “I’m not sure how t...”

“Just take your time,” He soothes, cutting her off mid-sentence. “There’s no need to rush, Em.”

She’s silent for a time as she tries to work out how to word what she has to say to him, but she eventually looks up at him again and sighs when he brushes a kiss against her forehead. “There isn’t an easy way for me to say this and I don’t want to sugar-coat it, so I think I’m just going to have to say it as it is,” She rests a hand on his chest and takes hold of his shirt. “I’m infertile. The chances of me falling pregnant are slim and even if I were to manage it, I would lose the baby. I had an ultrasound today and it showed that my…my uterus is so scarred that there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”

“Scarred? What do you mean, scarred? How is that even possible?” He stammers.

All she has to do is look at him and he works it out himself.

“You mean…” He has to swallow the lump in his throat as tears come to his eyes. “You mean he’s responsible for this?”

She nods. “He set out to ruin my life and now he has. I can’t have children, the one thing I’ve always wanted, so that’s it.”

“Look at me,” His voice is quiet as he cradles her cheek in the palm of his hand and directs her attention back to him, his thumb brushing away the tear that escapes her eye before he presses his forehead against her own. “He hasn’t won, Em. I know how much you want a baby and I know how much this hurts, sweetheart, honestly, but you can’t give up like this. You are so much more than just mother material, I mean that. You are an outstanding agent, a natural with Jack, literally the most incredible girlfriend I could ask for and I don’t know where I would be without you. You mean more to me than you think.”

“You really mean that?” She rests a hand on the side of his neck.

He hums in response. “Of course, this is the last thing I ever thought would happen to us and I’m devastated, but it isn’t the end of the world because we can’t have children. It’s just the end of a road. We’ll get through this though, I promise.”

“Yeah. Yeah, we will,” She cuddles closer to him on the couch and brushes a kiss against his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He assures her. “So much…”

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He decides to go and check on Emily and Jack when the two of them have been quiet for a while that night, so he gets up from the couch and wanders over to the bedroom before putting his head around the door and chuckling at the scene in front of him. Jack’s still wide awake as he watches Spiderman and puts another piece of popcorn in his mouth, but Emily is sound asleep beside him and it seems like she has been for some time now. That’s not too surprising though, honestly.

Her day has well and truly worn her out, both physically and emotionally, and to see her resting pleases him.

“Hey, how’s the popcorn?” He whispers to get his son’s attention after standing there a little while longer.

“Good,” Jack replies with a mouthful before holding the bowl out to him. “Want some?”

“Love some.” He nods as he enters the room and makes his way around to where Jack is curled up on his side of the bed. He sits down and kisses the side of his head as he makes himself comfortable, his arm sliding around his shoulders as he reaches into the bowl for a handful of popcorn and watches Emily sleep. She’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

“I don’t think Emmy wanted to watch a movie with me tonight, daddy,” Jack says. “She fell asleep right at the start.”

He sighs as he pops a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “She won’t have meant to, buddy, she’s just had a very hard day.”

“I have sad days sometimes. Is a hard day the same as a sad day?” Jack asks him, leaning against his chest.

“Yeah, I suppose it is in this case. Emmy has had a bit of a sad day today, but I promise you she’ll be okay.” He soothes.

“We need to do something to make her happy again, daddy.”

“Well, what do you have in mind?”

Jack hums as he thinks for a minute. “We can make her a special breakfast tomorrow. I can make a card for her, as well!”

“We can totally do that,” He chuckles. “We’ll have to make a mountain of pancakes for her though, won’t we?”

“Yeah, Emmy loves pancakes. Can we make 100?” Jack’s eyes sparkle with excitement.

“I don’t think she’ll manage to eat 100, but how about we make six and we can make more if she eats those?” He smiles.

A yawn takes Jack completely by surprise as he nods and Aaron can’t help but laugh.

“Time for bed, I think.” He takes his arm from around his shoulders to ruffle his hair affectionately.

“Can I sleep here? Emmy says I’m the best cuddler and I think she needs cuddles tonight, daddy.” Jack says sleepily.

“Just for tonight,” He winks. “And only because you’re doing it to make Emmy feel better.”

He takes the bowl of popcorn from him and places it on the nightstand before the two of them slide between the sheets, tiredness starting to creep over him as he switches off the television and begins to lie down beside his son and girlfriend. It takes a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but warmth pools in his chest when they do. Jack is already cuddled up to Emily, his head tucked beneath her chin as her arms are wrapped around him and she’s holding him close.

She must have a sixth sense for this sort of thing.

He knows she’s still heartbroken about her infertility diagnosis. He is too, far more than he’s been letting on, but she still hasn’t realised that she’s already a mother to Jack. Not by blood, but at least in heart. She drives him to school every day because she knows the older kids on the school bus intimidate him, she puts little notes in his lunchbox when she makes his lunch, she takes care of him when he’s ill, she makes him smile when he’s sad and she’s always there to listen to him.

She’s a mother to him in the ways that matter and he’s going to make her see that.

No matter how long it takes.

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