#okay but me asking about petnames last week was me struggling to figure out what names he would use | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

nishiannoya · 3 years

Text

happy birthday @ohno-otome i am a little belated but i wrote u some p0rn 🤍🎂✨ thank you for being one of the first people to talk to me in this fandom and make me feel welcome :) i hope you get it with all of your anime blondies as well as worm-man from jjk (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

18+ Only - MINORS DNI

f!reader x terushima yuuji, fwb to lovers, p0rn with a very thin layer of plot, dubcon (alcohol - reader is shwasteddd), vague appearance by the tsukishima brothers, grinding, exhibitionism (groping, fingering, bathroom stall sex), hint of breeding, reader gets lifted (against the wall sex), mild stalker-y behavior (but like in a cute way), (3.5k wc), i've never written for terushima before and this is also going up unedited so here goes nothing

Don't ask Terushima Yuuji why he's here in the city at the hottest dance club at midnight. More importantly, why are you here with all of your girl friends and wearing that ridiculous bright pink sash that glitters "Birthday Bitch" in silver lettering? Not like you needed anything to draw any extra attention to yourself, that tight dress paired with those stupidly hot black boots seem to be doing enough work judging by the way the two tall blond men on either side of you seem to be competing for your attention.

It's not like he's discouraged in the slightest. If anything, he's got you right where he wants as he takes one more sly glance at you on the other side of the club, still distracted to notice him in the crowd. He slips his way over to the DJ booth, hands over a decent bill, and slinks back to find the perfect position to wait for his plan to fall into place.

Sure enough, your friends all turn to you and let out excited noises just a few minutes later when the familiar beat starts to play. You quickly down the rest of your drink and hop off the barstool without so much as an explanation to the two guys who were chatting you up, too excited to get in the most dance time to your favorite song. Yuuji smirks as you skip just a few seconds behind your friends, focused on weaving through the sea of people surrounding the dance floor.

You jolt when you feel a strong hand on your upper arm grab that pulls you to turn and look. You had a snarky comment prepared for the cocky son of a bitch who dared to get your attention this way, but your brows shoot up when you see the very familiar face of your friend with multiple benefits as of recent.

He expects you to be confused to see him, but he greatly underestimated just how many shots your friends made you take before even arriving at the club, yet alone all of the people spotting your sash and sending drinks your way. Your mouth hangs open just for a second before breaking out into a huge grin and shouting his name while lunging at him, arms wrapping around his neck to stop yourself from completely stumbling into him.

"Whoa there, birthday girl," he laughs as he stables you by the waist, noting how smooth the fabric feels beneath his hands and how easy it would be to bunch it up over your hips.

"Yuuuujii! You're heeerrre! How are you here? How did you know that it's my birthday?" You slur excitedly. You lean back to look at his face and squint as though you don't quite believe it's actually him in front of you looking as attractive as ever in a simple black shirt that fits a little tight across his chest and shoulders, with tattoos peeking from the collar and sleeves that look so tempting even though you've seen them fully exposed enough times now.

He laughs at you again and pinches the sash across your body, "This might have something to do with it. You should have told me, I would have come out to buy you a drink. Although, you seem to be pretty well taken care of, sweetheart."

You open your eyes wide at him, blinking while your inebriated mind slowly processes his words. It's not like he seems upset, but there's a bit of taunt to his tone that makes you feel a little guilty. However, you're too buzzed to stew on it and your hazy mind chooses to focus on his handsome features instead. Your face contorts into another goofy smile and you giggle as you place your hands over his.

"I wanted to celebrate with my girls! You can buy me a drink later, but I have to dance to this song, like, now!"

You're too cute for him not to smile at your happy state and oblige your pull at his hand to follow you into the crowd of moving bodies - after all he was the one to request this song for the exact purpose of getting you to the dance floor. He can feel his shoes sticking to the floor with each step, though it doesn't seem to affect the sway of your hips that causes the hem of your dress to brush alluringly against your thighs. Once deep enough into the crowd, you spin around and catch him with your hands settling at the base of his neck.

God you look good, eyes staring into his with a certain confidence that only comes with clear liquor as you start to sway your body to the beat. Yuuji can't be too bitter that you didn't tell him about your celebration, not when you give him that sultry smile he's fallen victim to time and time again, and certainly not when you press your body tightly against him and bring your lips dangerously close to his neck.

"I can't believe you're here," you say, just barely above the music. His hands feel hot at your waist and your heartbeat picks up from the excitement of the rhythm as well as having someone so attractive and familiar in your space.

"Really? So why didn't you tell me?"

"Silly Yuuji," you giggle as the green laser patterns dance across his features. "I think I know you well enough."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Shhh," you coo drunkenly, not registering his mild irritation. You ignore his quirked brow, and mouth along with the lyrics of the song, swaying your head and losing your already floaty mind to the music.

He sighs, defeated by your drunken state, and decides to just have fun with you here while he has you in his hold. His hands drop a little lower and nestles his thigh between yours, tugging at your hips to roll against his. You grin at him excitedly, more than happy to have him give in to the moment.

And he moves so well, so sensual as one of his hands moves down to the bare skin of your thigh, caressing your smooth skin and encouraging you to hook it over his. Your dress rides up in this position and you can feel your panties sliding up and down the material of his pants. It seems to be getting hotter in the crowd as other couples, just as lost in each other, bump against your backs and force you closer and closer until you're staring at him nearly nose to nose.

The track fades into another, a little slower with a stirring bass line that fills your gut with more heat. Your head spins. It's still so surreal to you that he's here and in your arms with his breath dangerously close to your lips. You know you're drunk, so perhaps this is all just an illusion. However, he leans in and dips his head down to your neck, and that unmistakable sensation of his pierced tongue running up your skin ripples through your hazy state. Thankfully the music is more than loud enough to drown out the unrestrained whine that escapes your throat. Your fingers grip at the short hairs at the base of his neck as you mold yourself even tighter to his dancing form.

Well, dancing is a word for it. More like you're straight up dry humping his leg while he nips and sucks at your sensitive skin, careful not to leave any marks as much as he'd like to. It's not like any of the other surrounding couples are keeping it together much better. The music fills your barely tethered mind and the bass rattles your bones, fueling the urgent need to get more of what he's offering with his mouth. But before you can tilt your head to capture his lips, he moves his hands to spin you around and pull your back flush against him, one arm around your waist while his other hand snakes up to wrap his fingers gently around your throat. He's hard beneath his pants, grinding against the plush of your ass as he breathes heavy against your neck.

Your vision shakes as if the massive subwoofers are inside of you. The lights, the vibrations of the music, Yuuji's hands groping at your body through your dress - it's all so overwhelming. You're not even sure if you're dancing anymore, legs wobbling weakly as you lean back into him, allowing yourself to be moved at his will. He bends his knees lower, grabbing the inside of your thigh and dragging his hand up into your dress, fingertips teasing you ever so cruelly over your panties. Fuck, it doesn't even matter that you're in a crowd- you want him to take you right now.

"Yuuji, please. I need you. I need you so fucking bad," you moan as you turn your head on his shoulder and press your lips to his ear.

He tightens his hold on you, contemplating just doing it. However, he knows better, and lets go of you, opting to grab your hand and lead you off the dance floor instead.

"Come on, let's get you some water," he sighs once you escape the sea of sweaty bodies.

"No," you pout at him, tugging at his hand in another direction. "Need the bathroom."

"Fine, but then we're getting some water," he agrees and follows you, who obviously needs someone to keep an eye on.

He waits outside the women's bathroom after you go in, trying to figure out what his next move should be - maybe find your friends to take care of you and call it a night. As much as his body tells him differently, he'd rather not take advantage of you, especially since you chose not to tell him you'd even be going out. Though he doesn't have a chance to dwell on that. He feels a hand on his shoulder, pulling him through the doorway to the women's room, and it's like he's in a different world of fluorescent lights rather than the flashing lasers of the club. He turns his head to see you as he stumbles to keep up with you marching over to the end stall.

"You little- What do you think you're doing?" He lectures as you drag him behind the swinging door and slide the lock.

You don't reply, simply fisting his black shirt in your hands and pulling him against you instead. You crash your lips to his, urging him closer until your back is against the tile wall, cold against your hot skin. He moans into your mouth, wanting to resist your temptation, but fuck- you keep doing that thing where you chase the steel ball on his tongue with the tip of yours. It makes his head go hazy, as if he's getting drunk off the faint flavor of a kamikaze shot that lingers in your lips.

Soon enough, he's pressing himself against you, nudging his knee between your thighs, hands squeezing at your tits over your dress. He can feel you smile, knowing that you've won. It aggravates him, muttering "evil woman" under his breath, but doesn't stop him from moving his hands lower and lower until he's cupping your ass, pulling you further up his thigh. Your leg snakes up and around his hip, thoughtlessly seeking more friction under your dress that's hardly even covering your lace undies anymore. He takes the cue, grabbing underneath your thighs and giving you a boost up for you to wrap your legs around his waist.

You continue your frenzied make out session like this, letting him drive you into the wall to help support you as he shuffles his pants undone and works to get them down past his hips. You're faintly aware of the ongoings in the club just on the other side of the walls, but all you can focus on is the wetness that's surely soaked through the thin material of your panties. Once his pants and boxer briefs are down far enough on his legs, you stifle a moan when you feel his cockhead poke against your clothed entrance and get smeared with your excess slick.

"This is crazy," you huff with a cheeky smile, eager for him to just be inside of you already. He smirks back at you and you swear that you could melt right on the spot.

"I like crazy."

That's when you hear the door to the restroom fly open, flooding the space with heavy bass and chatter. Your eyes go wide when you hear the familiar voices of your friends calling out your name. Yuuji grins at you impishly just before pressing his lips to your neck again, challenging you to keep quiet.

"I don't think she's in here," one of the girls says.

"She's probably with one of those brothers who were hitting on her earlier," says another.

"Good for her. The quicker she gets over her fuck buddy, the better."

Yuuji stops his teasing and looks at you with a frown. You go to open your mouth, but he quickly covers it with his hand. You can hear the shuffle of their shoes and heels, and you fight a groan, wishing they'd hurry up and leave despite your appreciation for the concern. However, they seem to be using this time to fix themselves in the mirror.

"The hairdresser? I thought she really liked him. He's hot."

Yuuji's expression lightens a bit at the compliment and tilts his head to the side in mock arrogance. You'd roll your eyes, but you're too nervous to hear where this conversation is headed.

"Yeah, too hot though. Apparently he's got a lot of women chasing after him. I don't blame her for not wanting to compete."

"Puh-lease. He'd be stupid not to try and pin down our girl."

"Well, duh. But it's probably exhausting having to guess where you stand while trying to keep things cool. Better to just establish that you're in control of yourself before you get hurt."

"I get that. I guess we can check out the bar again - ask the bartender if he's seen her."

You hear the girls snap and zip their bags shut and head out of the bathroom. Yuuji pulls his hand from your mouth. Despite your spinning head, you have the decency to feel embarrassed at the overheard conversation.

"Yuuji, I-"

"You think I'd two-time you?" He asks. Your heart strains when you see that he actually looks concerned.

"I don't think anything! I just- I know you have your pick. Figured it'd be easier for you if I wasn't trying to make whatever this is into something more, ya'know?" You reason, face feeling more warm than it should. Yes, you might be a little more attached to him than you try to let on, but this isn't how you ever planned on letting him know.

He huffs, brown eyes boring into yours just for a moment before crashing his lips to yours once again. He doesn't know what else to do- can't think of the words he could say right now to get through your inebriated state. So he hopes you feel something in his kiss, in the way his hands grip at the meat of your hips as if he's holding on for his life, and in the urgency of his cock thrusting against you desperate to get inside of your warmth.

And you certainly feel his want. It's a bit too much to handle with your head spinning with the vibrations of the wall on your back, the sugar and liquor swimming in your belly, and the fire in your core from how hot he feels against you. Still, you whine for him, helpless to your desire to have him even closer, to be completely his even if this is all entirely too frenzied.

"Yuuji, please. Wanna be yours. Make me yours," you beg.

You don't have to tell him. He wants it just as bad- wants you just as bad. He pushes your panties to the side and bites back a loud groan when your wet hot folds slide bare against him. All it takes is him lining up with your dripping hole for you to come sinking down on his cock, making your jaw go lax at the stretch.

He prays nobody walks in again, because he can't hold back once he's inside you to the hilt. God, you feel so fucking good. How could you not know that he's addicted to your pussy? That there's no other after knowing you? If only he could have you in his bed every night, and not some grimy nightclub bathroom. He'll make you all his, just like you asked for - a gift since he came unprepared.

He bucks up into you, leaning in to swipe his tongue over yours in a sloppy kiss that has you rolling your eyes back. He's so deep as gravity works to pull you down on his full length with every thrust. It nearly knocks the breath out of you with each stroke. He moans into your mouth and you swear you can see the stars and the planets as the sound echoes off the tiled walls.

"Gonna fuckin' fill you up. Gonna show you," he grunts, fingers digging into your ass. His blond hair sticks to his forehead from holding you up like this and fighting the sinfully tight grip of your cunt. He knows you're close and he can't hold on much longer either, too heated by your wanton cries and the trance-inducing bounce of your tits as the thin straps of your dress slide off your shoulders.

"Yuuji- I- Please-"

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence even if you were sober. Every drag of his dick sends you closer to the edge. All you can do is hopelessly wrap your arms tighter around his neck, pressing your forehead to his. You just hope he can understand the desperate look in your eyes and the strain in your voice.

"Yeah? You want that? I'll fuckin' take care of you. agggh!- Just take it. Be a good girl and take it, sweetheart. F-Fuck!"

He curses a few more times, hips slamming up into you as your legs shake from being held up like this for so long. Your thighs burn, but it's negligible to the high that rolls closer and closer until it spills over in waves of ecstasy rippling from your pulsing cunt. Both of you converge to try and swallow each other's moans, ending with him biting and sucking your lip as he lets out a throaty groan. His seed is hot against your walls and even as it drips out of you and onto the floor.

He doesn't even let you catch your breath before moving in to kiss you hard, too entranced by the glossy shine of your eyes to keep himself off you. He gently moves his hands to your waist as you unwrap your legs, though you wobble and stumble against him. He lets out a light laugh between heavy panting while struggling to hold you up, his own legs not much better than your own. You rest your head against his shoulder, taking in the mix of sweat and cologne with every shallow breath.

"Happy birthday to me," you mutter with a satisfied sigh.

"Yeah? You liked that, sweetheart? I think I can give you a lot more if you wanna get out of here," he says cheekily. "But first, water. I need it. You really need it."

You smile in your daze, still trying to find your legs as you fumble with the stall lock. You catch yourself on one of the sinks and immediately start giggling when you see your reflection in the mirror.

"Oh my god! Hahaaa! I look so fucked. Just wait for me out there. Gotta fix myself," you say sheepishly as you start to readjust your dress.

He agrees with a chuckle and gives you a quick peck on the temple before peeking out the door to make sure no one would suspect him coming out of the women's restroom. He sneaks out back into the noisy area and leans against the wall, trying to look innocent as he runs his hand through his damp hair.

"Yo, Terushima! You ever find that chick you were story-stalking on Instagram? I think I saw a party of girls over by the bar."

Yuuji looks up to see Bobata who had come with him and some of his other friends, but quickly turns his head when you come up from behind him and place your hand on his shoulder. His whole body goes cold in embarrassment at your telltale grin that says you heard what his old teammates had said.

"So, that's why you're here."

MINORS & BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT LIKE, COMMENT, OR REBLOG THIS POST AND ABSOLUTELY DO NOT FOLLOW OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

#okay but me asking about petnames last week was me struggling to figure out what names he would use #and i was totes thinking 'sweetheart' but i wasnt entirely sure #and then you come in first saying you like 'sweetheart'#and i was like 'yes! got exactly what i was looking for here' sjdjdkskskshah

392 notes · View notes

luvnami · 3 years

Text

𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧'

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Hi (digs myself up from hiatus grave) please look at this. I have permission from Nikki to do a little non-canon (?) collab of A Sea of Flowers In Bloom and my fic, Love’s A Recipe. Also, pregnancy and labour is different for everyone so the scenario below might not be ‘realistic’

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - @forgetou

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - pregnant reader with mention of uterus, but no pronouns used. ‘sweetheart‘ and ‘baby’ as petnames are used

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 698 (nice)

“Dear,” is the first thing you say to Kita when you receive a video message from Suna. “Suna-san sent me a text.”

Your husband looks up from where he’s massaging your feet. Being in the late stages of your pregnancy has caused your feet to swell painfully over the past few days due to your uterus’ pressure on some blood vessels. Thankfully, the ever-gentlemanly Kita sits by your (Yumie obaa-san’s) rocking chair to massage away the ache.

“Is it about the dinner we’re having next week?” he asks, thumbs pressing into the sole of your foot. You pull a pained face and curl your toes in.

“Sorry, too rough?”

“Mm. A little.”

He eases the pressure and you let out a satisfied hum, before returning to his earlier question.

“No, it’s a video.”

“A video?”

You click on the message, which happens to be captioned with a few words. ‘Enjoy. He was drunk at a get-together we had last time.’

Almost immediately, the loud shouts of Atsumu and sniggers coming from Suna behind the camera play through your phone’s speaker. You rush to lower the volume. The camera pans across Suna’s living room where Aran, Ginjima and Omiomi are in various states of psychological distress. You already begin to giggle at how they’re acting. Kita is silent next to you.

“C’mon! Yer killin’ me, Kita-san!” Atsumu wails.

What seems to be on the television screen in front of Atsumu (and a figure you assume to be Kita) is some sort of dancing game. The characters move along to a pop song you vaguely remember Kaiyo telling you about.

“Ice cream chillin’ chillin’, ice cream chillin’!” your phone sings.

“Sweetheart-” Kita struggles to get your attention beside you.

“Shin, is that you?”

You finally reconcile the fact that Kita Shinsuke, stern ex-captain of the Inarizaki volleyball team and your current lovely husband, had once danced along to Ice Cream by Blackpink and Selena Gomez after a drink too many.

You burst into laughter as you watch him swirl his hips in time to the music, swooping his arms and busting those moves. He proceeds to dust off his shoulders, chest and thighs, before doing a mini body wave to throw his butt back.

“Shin-”

“Baby, I-”

“I didn’t know you could dance like that!”

Kita’s face is red as he tries to explain, but frankly, it’s too late. His hands have left your feet and are in the air, waving about as he stammers out excuses. He makes a mental note to call Suna later on. You’re roaring with laughter and not paying attention to him as the video continues on and-

A gush of liquid erupts from between your legs. You and Kita fall silent as the laughter of Inarizaki and the last few notes of Ice Cream fade into nothing.

“Shin?” you whisper.

“Your overnight bag is in the car. Can you stand up?”

You have to hold in your giggles as Kita moves to support your back, looping his arm around you to help you get up.

“I must have laughed too hard,” you wheeze. “You can go get the truck, I’ll- Oh!”

You tighten your grip on Kita’s arm as the first wave of contractions flow through you. The blood drains from your face.

“We can talk about that later. Let’s get you to the hospital, okay?” Kita soothes.

“Will you dance for me after this?”

He’s taken aback when you look up at him, eyes brimming with tears from having laughed so much. You hold your lower lip between your teeth as the first contraction leaves you breathless.

“Yes. Yes, I will.”

It takes that promise for you to finally relent and start to hobble towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. In the next few hours, your first daughter with Kita will be born. Asami, named after the sunrise. You will hold her in your arms and Kita’s tears will grace her plump cheeks as he cries over the baby that clutches onto his little finger.

In the days and years to come, you will recount the story of how you went into labour — one that will not be forgotten so easily.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq drabble #hq kita #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke fluff #kita x reader #kita fluff #kita shinsuke drabble #kita drabble

130 notes · View notes

buckyownsmylife · 3 years

Text

daddy issues - chapter xiii

The one where Ransom doesn’t feel ready to become a father, but he should have thought about it before sleeping with a complete stranger.

When Ransom’s latest one night stand lets him know that he’s going to become a father, he finds himself looking for the qualities he never believed to have so he can become the parent he never got to witness as a child.

for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Ransom’s P.O.V.

As excited as I was about her accepting my proposal, I couldn’t deny that I was nervous about it, too. Being with her during a trip to her family’s house was one thing - actually living together was something else entirely.

One month in and all of my anxiety had disappeared, though. We easily settled into a routine and although she didn’t accept to move into my bedroom, she wasn’t against ending up there when the baby was keeping her awake or she wanted to get something off of her chest.

That was my favorite part about having her as a roommate, actually. Her voice being the first thing I heard in the morning and most often then not, the sound that I listened to as I fell asleep every night.

Even if we hadn’t been… intimate ever since the trip, the very nature of our relationship seemed to have changed in a way or another. Now, I felt more comfortable being flirty with her without the fear of crossing a line. It seemed like I’d learned what was appropriate to do with her and what wasn’t, but I liked to think that she warmed up to my ways a bit, as well.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get rid of the night shirt and come to bed completely nude, darling?” I asked her one of the evenings she patted towards my mattress after I’d already dimmed the lights, only to hear her warm chuckle as she slipped underneath my blanket - unfortunately, still dressed.

“Not tonight, honey.” I didn’t say anything else because I still struggled to admit just how much the petname affected me. And any night I managed to fall asleep with her in my arms, my hands over my child, was a win for me, even if I was having to ignore my cock much more than I’d ever had to do before.

I was okay with being patient, though. Especially since I was reaping the rewards from it, even if they were completely different from the things I had grown accustomed to look for my entire life.

“Ransom, your phone’s ringing.” Her sweet voice pierced my concentration easily, getting me to finally realize the device had been buzzing right in front of me for at least a few seconds without managing to catch my attention.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Looking over the blinking screen, I was surprised to see my grandfather’s name staring back at me. “Hello?” I greeted, intrigued about why he was calling but not all that surprised since it did happen once or twice a month.

“Ransom?” He confirmed like he usually did, making me smile.

“Yeah, it’s me.” I could hear the rustle of papers in the distance, it made me picture him in his study, surrounded by his books and pens, his natural habitat.

“I was just calling to check in on you. It’s been over a month since you last came to visit.” It was like a bucket of ice had been dropped on top of me. He was right. Usually, I’d visit him weekly, or once every two weeks - but ever since I traveled with Y/N to her parent’s place, I hadn’t visited my grandfather or even sent him a message or anything.

“Oh, shit!” I cursed, running my fingers through my hair as I smiled to Y/N so she wouldn’t think anything too bad was happening when her eyebrows flew up in surprise at my reaction. “Well, I’m about to leave the house to take Y/N to work, how about if I stop by your place on my way back home?”

Silence followed my question, making me furrow my eyebrows. Then, as my grandfather answered with his own question, I realized just how hugely I’d screwed up.

“Who the hell is Y/N?”

Harlan’s P.O.V.

Ransom was trying to act as nonchalant as possible when he got out of the car, which meant that he was seriously nervous about talking to me today. He knew me enough to be aware of how I watched everyone arrive at my house from the windows in my study, and so he tried to come accross as calm and collected but missed it by a mile.

“Hey!” He greeted after knocking to announce his entrance. I was surprised to notice the little differences in his appearance - how his hair was a bit longer, like he hadn’t had the time to give it a cut or hadn’t really cared to do so, how he kept trying to hide a small smile that seemed to be permanently etched into his expression now.

This wasn’t the same Ransom I’d always known. The Ransom I’d known had carefully constructed a mask that sported a scowl since he left his childhood, whereas this one seemed to have rediscovered the joy he used to be filled with when he was young, while still carrying some of the weight of adulthood over his shoulders.

A month ago, I wasn’t even sure Ransom knew that adulthood was supposed to be heavy.

“Hello!” I greeted back, waiting for him to occupy his usual chair before me. “It’s good to see your face again. It seems like so much has happened in your life since the last time you paid me a visit.”

The guilt was clear in his expression - another thing I wasn’t used to seeing in my grandson. It only added to my curiosity, my desire to understand exactly what had happened to make such an impact on Ransom.

“I’m sorry for forgetting to call, life’s been crazy,” he explained, to which I nodded patiently.

“So it seems… Care to tell me more about it? Is it because of the baby?” Ransom finally raised his gaze to meet mine, expression stuck between fear and excitement, and it made me smile. He looked so much like a kid, thinking he might have done something wrong, but that something was so fantastic to him, it made it worth the risk of being caught.

“Yes… and no.” And so he launched into an explanation of what it was that he’d been doing the last few weeks he’d been absent. The more spoke, the brighter his eyes became, the more energized his movements were. So by the time that he was done retelling the tale of his pursuit of a closer relationship with the mother of his child, one thing was abundantly clear.

“You’re in love.” He fidgeted on his seat at the affirmation, averting his gaze once more, but didn’t deny it. It had me opening up a smile, barely believing what I was clearly seeing. “Well, this turned out better than I had hoped for.”

Ransom’s head whipped up to find me genuinely happy with what he had shared, and I could see that a weight left his shoulders when he realized that I wasn’t against the incredible changes that he was going through in life.

“What you have found with that woman is something very precious, Ransom. Now, you have to be careful not to lose it.” He gulped, visibly concerned about the possibility, and it only made me more aware of just how deeply he felt for the woman. “I can see that you’re trying. That’s more than you’ve been willing to do your entire life.”

It took him a while to find the courage to say what he wanted to voice. It was clear something was stuck in his head, running in circles, worrying him. “It’s just so hard to look at her and have to remember that she’s not mine.” He hesitated a bit before admitting, “I-I’m terrified.”

“That’s how you know that what you feel is love.” I smiled as patiently as I could to my grown-up grandson who was just now figuring out what life was truly about. “If you weren’t scared to lose her, it wouldn’t be it.”

I knew there was more that he wanted to ask. Now that he’d seen that he didn’t need to be scared to open up his heart, it didn’t take him as long to question, “How do I make her fall in love with me too? She’s so… different from me. Much better than me.” A self-conscious chuckle gave away just how dark his mind was when it came to himself. “She’s almost innocent, in contrast.”

I gave him a smile that I hoped would offer some comfort, reaching over my desk to grasp his wrist. “If you keep being patient, it’s only a matter of time.” From what he told me, it was clear that the girl actually liked him, and was just having a hard time giving into the feeling - much like he was.

“Say, I’ve asked you this about a thousand times since you’ve become of age, but I’m getting the feeling this time you might give me a different answer. Would you like to accompany me to the publishing house later in the week? I want to get your opinion on some of the different projects we’re starting for the next quarter.” I watched him take a deep breath before giving me an answer, and I knew what was going through his head. He was thinking about her and what she would think of his decision when he nodded and said the words I’d been hoping to hear for the last twenty years.

“Yes, I would very much like that.”

#my series #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale reader insert #ransom drysdale reader inserts #ransom drysdale reader #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale writing #ransom drysdale writings

227 notes · View notes

dovechim · 7 years

Text

wishbone 03 (m)

anonymous asked: Hi there! This is for the Jimin birthday week drabbles. "Tell me that you love me, that I'm always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you're all I remember." Thank you 💕💕💕

anonymous asked: Oh god this is the perfect sentence for Jimin let's be honest here...'Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember.'

anonymous asked: jimin smutfest prompt? here u go!! "Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember."

anonymous asked: Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember.

anonymous asked: Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember. - pls❤️❤️❤️ #smutfest

➾ 12/13 of jimin’s smut fest 2017 ➾ well.... since you’re here, might as well read parts 01 and 02 first. this is the final part of this series. ➾ 4.2k ➾ warnings: mentions of non-con, unprotected sex, cumplay, cum eating, among others

The golf course is a dull, unexciting place- even though Jimin himself used to have an interest in the sport, after entering the world of shiny suits, glamorous watches and business deals, it became nothing but means to an end.

He resists the urge to run his fingers through his perfectly slicked back blonde hair as he follows his potential business partner, Kim Namjoon, to the next hole, twirling his club between his fingers as he watches him miss hit after hit. Over half a course left to go, and he has to put up this pathetic act of losing just so he can secure this deal.

The necklace that you’d returned him seems to be burning a hole from where it sits in his pocket, and ever since you left, he hasn’t let it leave his side. Hoping that maybe he if keeps it on him, the next time he sees you, he’ll have the courage to confess how he fucking needs you in his life, not just as a sugar baby, but as something more.

Ever since he’d met you, he’d definitely noticed a change in himself- he became a lot more easy-going, relaxed and cheerful- a far cry from his austere, no nonsense self that his company was used to.

Jimin lines up his club to take a shot, very aware of Namjoon’s watchful eyes on him. He switches the angle of his club at the last second, causing the ball to fly way off course, and attempts a nonchalant shrug in response, even as Namjoon pats his back in consolation.

“Not so good at this eh? I suppose we’ll have to discuss more deals at the golf club then!” The taller man guffaws, and Jimin smiles tightly back.

“Definitely, I could use more of your guidance, Mr Kim.”

“Oh not and all, you flatter me,” Namjoon reaches into the golf bag lying nearby for another ball to hand to Jimin. “Here, take another shot- oh wait, it seems like we’re all out.”

Jimin holds back a sigh of relief- at least this was coming to an end earlier than expected. But then Namjoon raises his hand and calls out for more balls, and of course the staff come running at his beck and call. He turns toward the driving range that seems to stretch on for miles and miles- rolling hills of green further than the eye can see- in an attempt to gather his composure.

“… never seen you before. You new here, miss?” Jimin manages to catch the tail end of Namjoon’s sentence, his salacious, greasy tone sending shivers down his spine.

“Yes sir.” A strikingly familiar voice responds, and Jimin tenses every muscle in his body to keep himself from whirling around on the spot, instead opting to turn around naturally instead.

And he comes face to face with you, dressed in the staff uniform of a pink polo shirt and white tennis skirt, complete with a name tag and all. For a second, your gazes lock, and Jimin takes in a sharp breath, because you’re even more beautiful than he remembered, and more so now that you’re no longer his.

In the weeks that stretched on after you had left him in his office that day, he’d been too much of a coward to contact you first, but it looks like fate is on his side this time.

“Very nice,” Namjoon’s voice interrupts, and your eyes snap back to the taller man. “Would you mind taking care of us this afternoon? That is, if you don’t have any other pressing matters to attend to…”

Jimin can see the slight discomfort on your features as Namjoon’s eyes linger on your legs, left bare by your tiny little tennis skirt that stops above mid-thigh, and he suddenly feels enraged.

“O-of course sir,” you rush to comply, giving him a little bow as you pick up the golf bag on the floor and sling it onto your other shoulder. “It would be my pleasure.”

“No, I believe the pleasure would be mine, baby. You don’t mind if I call you that, do you?” Namjoon is getting bolder and bolder, empowered by his position of wealth and authority, and Jimin feels sick to his stomach hearing the other man call you such an intimate petname.

You’re struggling to maintain your professionalism, all while resisting the urge not to tug your skirt down over your thighs to shield them from his leery gaze, and it physically pains Jimin to watch you suffer in silence like this.

He clears his throat. “I think we should move on. There are other golfers waiting for this hole.”

He walks on ahead, placing a hand on the other man’s shoulders to force him to follow, and thankfully Namjoon complies. When they reach the next hole, Namjoon turns to you, holding out his hand for a ball which you produce almost immediately.

“Set it down for me will you sweetheart? My back is bothering me today.” Namjoon gestures to the little tee on the ground used to support the ball so that it can be hit from standstill.

You nod in reply, taking a few steps forward with the golf ball in your hand as you bend to place it on the tee, painfully aware of your short skirt and the two men standing behind you. Unfortunately, you can’t place the ball in position without bending over fully, and the weight of the golf bags on your shoulders makes it even harder.

Beside him, Namjoon whistles quietly at the sight of you bending over in front of him, nudging Jimin as the backs of your smooth thighs are slowly revealed. Your skirt rides up to flash them both a view of the white safety shorts underneath-they barely cover your ass, but still better than nothing. Jimin heaves a sigh of relief that at least some of your modesty is preserved, but the damage is done.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty little thing right there isn’t she?” Namjoon’s attention is entirely focused on your ass cheeks in your skirt, sounding a little disappointed when you straighten and they’re hidden from view. “Just a little more, and you can almost see her pussy.”

Jimin didn’t realise he was clenching his fists so hard till pinpricks of pain radiate through his palm, and he has to consciously remind himself that he can’t punch Namjoon in the nose. He has half a mind to tell him that he can shove that golf ball up his own ass, but then you’re already within hearing distance of them, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“There you go, Mr Kim,” you gesture for him to take his shot, and as he steps forward, you’re left standing side by side with Jimin.

“I… I didn’t know you were working here,” Jimin barely musters up the courage to start a conversation, painfully aware of the little amount of time he has before Namjoon rejoins them.

“Just started not too long ago,” your voice is cold and unemotional, and Jimin swallows hard to suppress the sudden ache that manifests in his chest.

“Ho-how are you doing? Are you okay? Is everything- are you getting by?” The moment the words leave his mouth, Jimin wants to take them back- this isn’t what he meant to say, because now it seems like all he’s concerned with is your financial wellbeing, when it’s so much more than that.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, even as Namjoon misses a shot. “Just doing what I have to get by.”

“_____, listen, I-“

“Well, that was a shame,” Namjoon exclaims as he strolls back leisurely, swinging his club. “Jimin, you should take a shot too! Sweetheart, help him set up the ball too would you?”

Jimin is about to refuse his offer, wanting to spare you the humiliation, but the alternative would be to leave you alone with Namjoon, and he’d rather get run over by a tractor than to stand by and leave you alone with that creep.

“Yes, help me out would you?” Jimin strolls to the spot Namjoon was occupying, making sure to stand slightly behind the tee so that he can block your figure from Namjoon’s leering eyes as you bend over to place the ball for him. “Thanks, _____.”

The way your name rolls off his tongue feels so right, and Jimin can’t help but relish the sound of it as he watches your reaction, remembering all of the other times he’d moaned it with his cock buried in your throat or pounding your pussy to no end. You nod back in reply, but Jimin doesn’t miss the way your bite your lip and rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and he turns to take his shot with a satisfied smirk.

You stay right by his side even as he turns away from you, unwilling to stand Namjoon’s company even for a second, and it does wonders for Jimin’s ego as he nails his shot perfectly.

Namjoon’s face is suddenly overcast with irritation and displeasure, but Jimin can’t bring himself to care especially when you clap your hands in pure unadulterated glee. He’s basking in your praise as you all move on to the next hole, and at this point the deal doesn’t even matter anymore, not when you’re right there beside him.

They end the course with Jimin just slightly ahead, and even though he knows it’s not exactly the best way to secure the deal, he still allows the win to stroke his male ego, especially in front of you.

You usher the two men into an air conditioned meeting room specially reserved for business only, promising to be right back with towels and refreshments.

Jimin settles back into his chair as he watches you leave the room, eyes fixed on the way your legs look in your skirt, resisting the urge to indulge himself in a fantasy of bending you over and flipping that skirt up. He remembers the way your ass looked all marked with his handprints, and even better, the way your pussy looked all dripping with his cum. But then he realises that Namjoon beside him is doing almost the exact same thing, and a scowl immediately settles itself over his features.

Luckily Namjoon mistakes this to be a look of concentration instead.

Jimin tries his best to force the image of his cock stretching out your pussy out of his head as he negotiates with Namjoon, playing the part of the well versed, no nonsense CEO that he knows best. He’s learned to compartmentalise his emotions when it comes to business, and thanks to this, the deal is signed and sealed in a matter of minutes.

“Well, that settles it then,” Namjoon stands and offers his hand for Jimin to shake, which he does.

“Thank you for the opportunity, Mr Kim. We look forward to working with you in the future,” Jimin flashes him a professional smile.

“Us too, Park,” Namjoon nods back, before adjusting the collar of his polo shirt. “If you don’t mind, I’ll just head to the washroom for a bit to freshen up, yeah?”

“Sure, go ahead, I’ll just be here,” Jimin dismisses him with a nod, pulling out his phone to attend to a few work emails while the older man excuses himself.

He must have lost track of time amidst the never ending flood of work in his inbox, but Jimin suddenly realises that a good twenty minutes have passed, and neither you nor Namjoon are back yet.

He pushes himself off his seat, heading for the door. Jimin decides to head for the small little bar to look for you first, since you said you’d be preparing refreshments. He passes by the washrooms on his way, but the sound of scuffling feet makes him stop in his tracks.

The sound is coming from the male toilets, and with his heart in his throat, Jimin pushes the door open violently, only to be greeted with Namjoon’s larger frame pushing you up onto the counter and forcing your legs open to accommodate him. His hands are under your skirt, and you’re kicking violently, arms thrashing, but the taller man is much stronger than you as he pins your body to the wall.

Jimin never thought it was possible to see red, always thought it was just a descriptive phrase, until this very moment.

He lunges forward, hands finding purchase on the older man’s collar as he hauls him off you, throwing him against the opposite wall as he sinks a fist into his cheek.

“Fuck, what the hell, Park?” Namjoon is rubbing his cheek as he struggles to regain his footing. “What’s your problem?”

Jimin ignores the older man as he turns to check up on you as you flip your skirt down to cover your bare thighs, pushing yourself off the counter.

“Man, if you wanted in too, you could’ve just said so. No need to punch me in the face. I’ve shared girls before, no big deal.” Namjoon chuckles from behind him, and Jimin decides he’s had enough.

“Listen, you sick bastard. I don’t care what you do with other girls, but you chose to mess with the wrong one today.” Jimin runs a hand through his hair as he takes a step towards him. “Get the fuck out of here. And our deal’s done. Contact my legal team with regards to the compensation.”

Without even waiting for the other man to react, Jimin turns to reach for your hand, grabbing it and tugging you to follow him.

“Jimin- wait- fucking hell, where are you taking me-“ Jimin doesn’t relent as he grabs his keys from the valet, unlocking his car and opening the passenger door. He pushes you into the car in what can only be described as both gentle yet firm at the same time, and he doesn’t pause till he seats himself in the driver’s seat and locks the door.

“Jimin, wh-“

“What the fuck did he do to you?” You’ve never seen Jimin this enraged before, and it’s starting to scare you a little. His eyes, normally a soft, azure grey, are now swirling storms of pewter. “Answer me!”

“He- he cornered me in on the way to the meeting room and dragged me to the male toilets, and-”

“Where. Did. He. Touch. You.” Jimin’s voice is deathly calm, emphasizing every syllable, and his gaze pins you in place.

“It’s nothing, he just tried to finger me, and-“

Jimin suddenly reaches across to flip your skirt up, and though the action startles you a little, it doesn’t disgust or repel you unlike with Namjoon. Your bare thighs are exposed to his gaze, and he slides his palms up your skin, spreading your legs, but his touch isn’t fuelled by lust or desire.

His fingers trail over the bruises left on your inner thighs, and Namjoon’s left marks all the way up till the crotch of your underwear. Your safety shorts are almost completely ripped through, and the lace of your panties are torn.

“Fucking bastard.” Jimin swears, the fury in his voice entirely contradicting the gentle touches of his fingertips as he strokes your skin. Jimin’s touch lingers on your skin just a little longer as if trying to erase the violet marks, but then he suddenly jerks back, eyes wide in apology.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you like this, especially after-“

“It’s fine, Jimin,” you grab his hands and tug them back toward you. “I don’t mind. Not when it’s you.”

He freezes in place as he takes in your words, before allowing his hands to rest on your thighs again. Jimin caresses your upper thighs with the utmost reverence, and it’s the most intimate moment you’ve shared with him thus far, with just his hands stroking your skin over the ugly bruises.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin finally says, glancing up at you to meet your eyes. “I should have stopped him right from the start, when he called you that name.”

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you tell him, shrugging a little, because it’s common to receive such male attention especially at a club like this, and with a uniform like this too. But the encounter with Namjoon in the bathroom has shaken you up more than you’d like to admit.

Having Jimin’s hands on you again, after all this time is making your heart flutter in your chest in what you recognise as the warning bells that you’d tried so hard to ignore. But this time, you don’t feel like running anymore, not when you’ve already lost him, not when you don’t have anything to lose anymore. “Jimin, actually, I wanted to tell you that I-“

But Jimin stops you with a finger to your lips, because he’d promised himself that the next time he saw you, he would tell you everything, and he can’t let this chance slip away.

“I love you, _____. I fucking need you in my life, and I don’t think I realised just how much until you left. I know I’m shit at expressing my emotions, but somewhere along the way in this no strings business deal I did exactly what I told myself I wouldn’t do- I fell in love, and I fell in love with you.”

Silence envelopes the tiny space between you and him inside his car, and you’re reeling at his confession, struggling to find the words to reciprocate. And it’s hard because all this while you’d never thought that this would be in the realm of possibility, and now that it’s happening, it feels so surreal.

“It-it’s okay, you don’t have to respond.” Jimin clears his throat, and draws away from you. “This is way more than you signed up for, and definitely not in our original contract, so…“

Jimin is resorting to what he knows best- the language of business where everything is black and white.

“I think you should drive.”

“Wh-what?” Your sudden unexpected response has him taken aback.

“I told you that I’m always yours, remember? And I meant it, in the exact same way,” you smile back at him, feeling your heart click into place as you take in his mussed blonde hair, pillowy lips, and dove gray eyes.

Jimin pauses for a moment to collect himself, and then places his hands on the steering wheel as he starts his engine. He glances down at your exposed thighs before meeting your gaze with a smirk.

“Better flip your skirt down baby, don’t want others looking at what’s mine.”

It’s like déjà vu all over again as Jimin presses you up against the door of his bedroom, too impatient to open the door as he leaves kisses all over your neck. But this time it’s different, this time you are meeting as equals, and it makes all the difference.

Jimin slides his hand down to your ass, palming over your skirt as you reach behind you for the doorknob.

“Jimin… wait a second, I’m trying to open the door…”

“Fuck, can’t wait baby, let’s just fuck right here,” he breathes in your ear with his arm wrapped around your waist, trying to tug you down onto the floor with him.

“Don’t want rug burns,” you murmur in protest as his hand on your ass slides around to the front, dipping into your lace panties just as you manage to open the door. “Fucking finally, you need to get better doors.”

He lifts you up, and your wrap your legs around his waist as he drops you onto his bed before covering your body with his immediately, as if not being able to stand a second without his skin touching yours. Jimin fiddles with the button on your skirt, pausing in his ministrations to look up at you.

“You sure you’re okay with this? After…” His eyes soften as he tries his best not to look at the bruises on your inner thighs.

“I’m sure,” you smile and pull him down for a kiss, and it does the job to bury all his uncertainty, especially when you grind your hot centre up into his bulge.

“It’s been too fucking long, need to feel your pussy,” Jimin tugs your ruined underwear down your thighs, kissing each inner thigh in the process. “I’ll eat you out later, princess.”

You reach for the zipper on his jeans, tugging it down along with his underwear. His cock is already rock hard and weeping with precum, and your mouth waters at the sight of it. Jimin catches your hungry gaze, smirking at you as he strokes himself leisurely.

“Later baby, later I’ll let you suck my cock, but right now I want to stretch your pretty pink pussy, will you let me do that?”

You can only moan in response, spreading your legs to show him your drenched slit. “Bare?”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” He responds with his head hovering near your pussy, and you can almost feel his searing heat.

“No, no condom, just want you,” you murmur with your hands on his ass, pulling him in toward you, and he obliges as he sinks in balls deep.

Your walls clenching around him has him in throes of ecstasy as he bites his bottom lip. Jimin cups his hands around your hips to tug you onto his cock, making sure that his balls rest snugly against your clit.

“I won’t last long, princess, your pussy is so tight for me,” he works his way in and out gingerly, and every ridge of his cock strokes you just right, rubs you raw on the inside. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

The thought of him needing to spill his load with just a single stroke inside you makes your heart sing, and you pull him in closer, wrapping your legs around him. “It’s okay baby, just come for me, hmm? Wanna feel you lose it inside me.”

Jimin pulls his weight back to rest on his knees so that he can get better leverage as he thrusts, making sure to bottom out every time. He can already feel his cock leaking copious amounts of precum in your pussy, and the throbbing in his balls tells him that he’s about to cum, and soon. Your walls just feel too good around him, and every instinct in him is telling him to cum deep inside you, replace the touch of every single man who came before him.

His thrusts are sending you further up the bed, leaving you out of breath as you feel him nudge your cervix. “Tell me that you love me.”

“I- fuck, I love you. So fucking much,” he gives a deep thrust that makes you clench around him.

His thumb slides over your slippery clit as he begins to lose his steady rhythm, and you can feel him struggling to hold back his orgasm. But you clench around him harder, massaging his cock with your walls and intending to milk him dry, so he doesn’t stand a chance.

“Tell me that I’ll always be your baby, then cum deep inside me, so that you’re all I remember.”

Jimin’s breath hitches as he desperately chases after his high. “You’re always going to be mine, princess, now and forever. Fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming, you ready for it?”

“Yes,” you claw at his back in an effort to get him deeper inside you. “Fuck yes, cum inside me.”

Jimin spills his seed deep inside with a loud grunt, and the resulting wetness that seeps out around his embedded cock is something you’ve never felt before. He makes sure to stay deep inside you as he spurts, and you can feel every single rope of cum in your pussy as you lay there, filled to the brim and content.

His weight on your body is comforting, and you stroke his back as he drifts down from cloud nine. You’re content to let his softening cock stay seated inside your full pussy for as long as possible, but Jimin has other ideas.

Pulling his cock out, he quickly lowers his face to your pussy before his cum can start to drip down your slit, catching it with his tongue as he begins to lap at you. Jimin spreads your lips to get at your clit, rough licks pushing you further toward the edge. Placing one hand on your inner thigh, he uses the fingers of the other to fondle your clit as he redirects his tongue to your cum drenched slit, and the sight of him licking his own cum from your pussy is so hot that you can’t help but hit your orgasm, causing more of his semen to leak out of you as your walls clench around nothing.

Jimin gives little kitten licks to help you through the aftershocks, then sits back to watch your pussy clench as you slowly relax.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” you can only gasp as you reach for him, and he nuzzles his face into your breasts

“Told you I’d make it up to you,” you can feel his smirk against your skin, and you pinch him lightly in retaliation.

“You’re too impatient, Park,” you tell him with a smirk of your own. “After all, we do have the rest of forever.”

#jimin's smut fest 2017 #bangtan bookclub #bangtanwriters-net #kwriterskollection #btsmaknaenet #bts smut #bts jimin #bts park jimin #jimin smut

643 notes · View notes