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slutzforbueckers · 3 days ago

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SHES SAFE WITH ME—CHAPTER 2

♡— pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

♡— warnings: smut

♡— synopsis: you accidentally walked in on paige in the bathroom and as the day went on things just got more awkward until they couldn’t.

♡— word count: 7.6k

♡— a/n: the longgggggg awaited chapter two. you already know it’s not proofread at all but anyway enjoy!!!!!

the sun was blaring in your face when you woke up. you groaned as you attempted to slowly blink open your eyes, the sun’s bright light making you close them immediately and turn over. the house was still quiet so you knew it had to still be early, or maybe you’d just slept late and everyone else had left—you weren’t sure. you let out a small groan and blindly felt around for your phone, you pulled it from under your pillow and cracked your eyes open to check the time. 7:57. not bad, you thought.

the birds were chirping extra loud this morning and the roosters sounded like they were right outside your window. you definitely didn’t miss that part about being home again. you figured since it was still pretty early you’d try to get another hour of sleep so you pulled the blankets back up and closed your eyes again.

everything was going great—your body had relaxed again, your mind was already creating some wild dream you’d forget the second you opened your eyes again—but then you felt that pressure in your bladder. you had to pee…really, really bad. you rolled your eyes at the bad timing and rolled over again, sitting up this time.

as you sat on the side of the bed you debated on whether you should really get up or lay back down, but then you remembered some tiktok you saw the other day about the effects of holding your pee and decided to get up. you slid your feet into your pink bunny slippers—the ones you’d had since you were a sophomore in high school—and made your way out of your room.

you walked down the hallway still rubbing your eyes and yawning. the hallway was dim and quiet, you could hear the hum of the a/c unit running but that was all. there was no evidence that anyone else was awake yet so you didn’t bother knocking on the bathroom door before entering. when the door swung open you froze—you were met with the sight of paige standing in the middle of the bathroom, towel wrapped only around her waist, her tits on full display.

steam was still swirling around in the air, the mirror was fogged up, and there were still droplets clinging to her skin—running down her collarbone and into the valley of her breast. her hair was pulled back into a messy bun with a few wet strands falling out.

“oh my god!” you choked out, snapping back into reality from whatever raunchy fantasy your brain had came up with. paige looked up and even though she didn’t say anything her skin flushed a shade of red. she wasn't really embarrassed, how could she be when there was a pretty girl staring at her body like it was the first one she’d ever seen—she was amused. your lips were parted and your eyes were wide but it was like your brain short circuited and didn’t send the signal to your body for you to close the door or even look away.

you knew you probably should’ve looked away but you literally couldn’t. what made it worse was that you weren’t even looking at her face—no, you’re eyes were trained on her abs and chest. paige clearly didn’t mind the gawking—she was quite enjoying it actually. the way your eyes couldn’t focus on one thing, how your eyes were filled with embarrassment and curiosity, and most of all how you hadn’t thought to close the door since you opened it.

“you gonna keeping standing there or…” paige smirked as she trailed off, making no effort to cover herself up or anything. she couldn’t lie and say that the way you were looking at her—like you almost wanted to jump her bones right then and there—wasn’t turning her on. she probably would’ve invited you in if she didn’t have to worry about krystal looking for her, or even just krystal at all.

“right—i’m so sorry—“ you rushed out as you quickly closed the door and you could hear her start to laugh on the other side. you closed your eyes for a second but when you saw the image of paige standing there half naked you opened them again immediately.

“i’m never getting over this.” you mumbled to yourself as you shook your head and made your way back to your room, you didn’t even have to pee anymore. as soon as your bedroom door closed you fell back against it, your head tipping back against it with soft huff. things would be awkward between you now, you knew that for sure, so now all you had to do was come up with a plan.

you could stay in your room all day, locked away with no chance of seeing her, or you could jump out the window and hope you die—either one worked for you. the image would never leave your mind now, every time you looked at her you would see her standing in the bathroom with nothing but a towel.

it would haunt you—become something you saw in your dreams every time you went to sleep. it would follow you all the way back to college. maybe that was being dramatic but you didn’t care.

you walked to the end of your bed and sank down, laying on your back and spreading your arms out above you. you stared at the ceiling for a while, contemplating if you wanted to crawl back into bed or continue on with the day. finally, you decided you’d call your childhood friend and make plans that’ll keep you out of the house all day.

paige on the other hand—she was just as flustered as you, she just didn’t show it. she also knew things would be awkward between you now but she would try her best to act normal and not like she wished she would’ve pulled you into the bathroom and had her way with you.

it’s crossed her mind more than she’d admit—fucking you untill you couldn’t remember your own name—but she had to be normal about it. she couldn’t be obvious about the fact she wanted to fuck her girlfriends daughter.

that would just be…wrong.

there were three loud knocks at your door before it swung open. you turned around and faced her, dropping your makeup brush onto the vanity. krystal waltzed in with a big smile on her face and stood behind you. “great, you’re already up. paige and i want brunch so we’re going down to that little cafe right down the street. care to join?”

the mention of paige made your skin crawl. you turned back towards the mirror and picked up your lip liner, trying to focus on something other than the memory of seeing her naked. you shrugged your shoulders and glanced at krystal through the mirror.

“oh, i already have plans.” you said as you brought the liner up to your lips. krystal sucked her teeth and placed her hand on her hip—giving you that look she always did when your answer wasn't the one she wanted to hear. you rolled your eyes because you should’ve known you weren’t being given a choice in the first place. “right…i’ll be ready in 15.”

“good answer, bug.” she patted your shoulders and gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head before walking out. as soon as the door closed you let out a soft huff because now not only did you have to cancel your plans, you had to face paige for nearly an hour.

you stared blankly into the mirror for a minute—trying to figure out why you came home in the first place—before picking up your phone and calling your friend, tay, on facetime. the phone rang for a minute before it beeped, you scrunched up your face and called again. this time it only rang a couple of seconds and she picked up—you rolled your eyes because, of course, her phone was on dnd so that’s why she didn’t answer the first time.

“i’m on my way! i promise—I just had to get in one more game.” tay rushed out, her locs falling in her face when she bent down to grab her other shoe. you propped your phone up on your vanity and leaned back in your seat with a small huff.

“i can’t go. it’ll have to be some later time.” you frowned. tay’s head snapped up, she looked at you confused and gave you that ‘what gives’ look. you straightened back up and grabbed your eyebrow brush. “mom is making me go to brunch with her and paige. i told her i already had plans but she gave me that look.”

“why’d you say “paige” like that? didn’t you have the hots for her like—12 hours ago.” tay questioned as she walked back to her couch to start up another game of call of duty. you forgot you hadn’t told her about the whole bathroom incident this morning—you were too shocked to tell her.

“oh, right—so, i walked in on paige in the bathroom this morning.” you said, trying to make your voice sound nonchalant even though your heart started racing just thinking about it. tay paused—you heard the soft clicks of her fingers moving on her controller stop—but you didn’t looked at her, you kept your focus to fixing up your eyebrows.

“you did what?!” she exclaimed, picking her phone so quick you might’ve gotten whiplash if you would've felt it.

you shrugged your shoulders—you were trying to not make it sound like such a big deal but in all honesty, now that you had the chance to talk about it you thought you might combust if you didn’t ever last detail out.

“okay, i didn’t mean to do it at all. so i woke up this morning and i had to pee and like it was still pretty early—i figured everyone was still asleep and i didn’t even hear anything while i was walking to the bathroom. anyways, i didn’t knock on the door—because i didn’t think anyone was up—and then when i opened it there she was. standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped around her waist.”

“wait a minute—you saw her naked?” tay asked, her jaw dropping because even though she is pretty dramatic this situation definitely deserves some jaw dropping. you nodded your head with a tight lipped smile. “wowzers. you saw the paige bueckers naked—your stepmom paige bueckers.”

“well, i didn’t see everything. just her tits, but still—how am i supposed to sit through brunch without it being awkward?” you groaned as you shoved all your makeup back into your drawer, you never did care about it being a mess. tay whistled and shook her head, letting her phone drop back onto her lap as she started back playing her game.

“there’s no avoiding that, ma.” she laughed loudly. you rolled your eyes because you knew it was true, things would be awkward between you and paige until you went back to school. there really wasn’t any avoiding it.

“yeah, you’re right.” she sighed. tay hummed and mumbled something about always being right, you rolled your eyes again. “i gotta go, their waiting for me.”

“alright, tell me how it goes. love you!” she picked up the phone and started blowing air kisses to the phone. you pretended to catch them and place them in your heart with a smile before saying a quick ‘love you too’ and hanging up. you set your phone down on the dresser and stood up, checking your outfit in the mirror to determine if it was brunch worthy.

you were wearing a plain black tube top and a pair of denim jorts. you ran your hands down your sides and turned just enough to see check out your ass—yeah, this is perfect. you thought. now all you had to figure out was what shoes you wanted to wear, you walked to your closet and stood in front of your shoe racks. you had so many shoes you didn’t know which one to pick. you weren’t sure if you were feeling sneakers or sandals.

you stepped towards the rack and bent down as if getting closer would help you decide faster—it didn’t. you stood there for a good five minutes just staring at all the options you had. picking an outfit had never been your strong suit and whenever you did know what clothes you wanted to wear you didn’t know what shoes to wear—it was never just a simple task. after a quick game of pick a rabbit you decided to go with your black jordans.

“y/n! good lord girl, you take forever.” krystal groaned as she burst into your room. you were already tying your laces when she came in, you rolled your eyes and stood up from your bed.

“i’m ready, jeez.” you muttered as you grabbed your phone and jacket. krystal shook her head as you walked past her, muttering something under her breath before closing your door behind her.

when you walked down the stairs you spotted paige standing against the wall, one arm folded over her chest and the other holding her phone in front of her. you noticed that she was jorts too and a red crop top—god, she looks good. you thought. she looked up at the sound of footsteps and you looked away immediately, not wanting to make any unnecessary, awkward eye contact. you quickly made your way to the door and grabbed your keys from the key hook.

“and what are you doing, bug?” krystal stopped you just as you wrapped your hand around the doorknob. you stopped in your tracks and slowly turned around. paige was looking at you now—you saw her from the corner of your eye—but you refused to look at her.

“taking my car? we’re all going to the same place.”

“exactly, we’re all going to the same place. no point in taking separate cars.” paige piped in, you dared to look at her and regretted it immediately. she was still standing close to the wall, a little behind krystal, but her hands were shoved in her pockets now and she wore a small smirk that affected you more than it should’ve.

you cleared your throat and nodded, you were much more willing to do what she said when she sounded like that—voice low, like she was chill about the whole thing that happened earlier. you placed your keys back on the hook and waited for them to lead the way.

oh this is going to be a long ride. you thought.

when you arrived at the café, paige held the door for both you and krystal—-paige also took that opportunity to steal a few glances at your ass. she needed to commit the sight to memory for… future references. it could seriously be useful one day—definitely.

everything was going fine—okay, not really. after paige paid and you found a table, somewhere close to the windows so you could have something to distract yourself with, she decided to sit next to you instead of krystal. she used some lame excuse about how she wanted to be able to see everything around her, sitting next to krystal wouldn’t have allowed that.

you saw right through it because as soon as she sat down next to you, she bumped her knee into yours. you held your breath and quietly moved your leg. you tried not to think much of it as you flipped open the menu, but then she did it again and you knew it was definitely not an accident.

“wow, this looks good. what should i get?” krystal muttered—mostly to herself—as she looked through all the options. she was none the wiser to the game paige was playing under the table—was it a game or were you making something out of nothing? who knows. you bit down on your lip as you tried to hurry up and pick something to eat so everything would move along a bit faster.

paige caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, she glanced over at you and shook her head slightly. the only thought that ran through her head was how much she wished she could just reach over and run her thumb across it. she wanted to know if they were as soft as she’d been imagining, they sure looked it. she pulled her eyes away before it got too obvious that she was staring.

“i think i’ll just have the fruit salad.” you said, to no one in particular, and closed the menu. krystal hummed something about how it sounded good before announcing what she was going to have. paige was still flipping through the book, her eyes narrowed and her brows scrunched. you took the chance to look at her, mentally cursing at how good her side profile was.

a few minutes later the waiter appeared with a notepad and pencil in hand, a warm and welcoming smile on his face. he asked if you all were ready to order and you and krystal nodded and gave him your order’s. paige was still deciding, she couldn’t settle on any of the options and having everyone waiting on her almost made her break a sweat.

“i’ll just have what she’s having.” she looked at you to make it clear who she was talking about and that glint in her eye came back—that same one from the bathroom earlier. “sounds like it’ll taste good.”

as soon as those words left her mouth you felt your face get hot and a million thoughts raced through your head all at once: that can’t be real. am i just a hornball or did that have a double meaning? i’m definitely not making it through this brunch.

“alright, i’ll have that out as soon as possible.” the waiter smiled and turned on his heels.

krystal snickered from across the table and you and paige both looked at her. you were confused about what had happened that warranted a laugh. “matching outfits and meals. how cute.”

“right…i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” you pulled your lips into a tight line and excused yourself from the table. did you think her comment was unnecessary? yes. did it make you a little uncomfortable? yes. did it make you think about how good you and paige could be together? also yes.

you tried to walk normally as you went to the bathroom but you could feel eyes on your back and it almost made you skip a step and trip—that would’ve been embarrassing to say the least. the neon bathroom sign came into view and you let out a breath of relief because to you that walk felt like it was 5 miles long with everyone laughing because they somehow knew what was going through your mind.

the wooden door was heavy as you pushed it open but it closed behind you slowly. you walked through and checked every stall to see if anyone was in them and to your surprise it was completely empty—and clean. another good thing you noticed was that they all were fully closed in, no gaps on any of them.

“definitely designed by a women.” you mumbled to yourself as you stepped inside the last stall, closing and locking it behind you. you made sure to clean the toilet seat before you sat down—don’t want to catch any diseases or something.

after you were done you went to the sink and started to wash your hands, checking yourself out in the mirror the entire time. you started to hum some song you’d heard on tiktok earlier and just as you got into it the door swung open. instinctively, you looked up but you were not expecting to see paige walk in. your throat went dry and you looked away immediately

she didn’t say anything—not yet anyways—and neither did you. you finished washing your hands and grabbed a few paper towels, silently praying she’d just go away. as you expected: she didn’t go away. no, she stood right there until you turned around and only then did she start walking towards you. you looked down at your feet and your brain told you to do the only thing it knew to do: talk. a lot.

“paige—this morning i—i didn’t mean to walk in. i was just tired and i didn’t think anyone was awake yet. i should’ve knocked—i’m so sorry—”

“i didn’t mind. you looked cute all…flustered.” she said, cutting you off. your brain short circuited, your lips parting because she definitely did not just say that. she was standing close now—like almost toe to toe close—and that didn’t really help you calm down any more.

you needed to get away like, right now before you started saying things that’ll definitely make thing more awkward, but she smelt so good and you could almost feel her body heat if you’d just leaned in a little bit. your eyes were looking everywhere but her face, like her shoes, jacket, her abs, her arms—god, her arms looked heavenly. so perfect and strong and—put me in a chokehold, oh my lord.

you shook your head as your mind started feeling up with not so innocent thoughts and images, and you really needed to get away from her. “i—i need to—”

“is that why you’re being awkward? you saw my tits, no big deal.” paige shrugged like it really was no big deal—like you seeing her half naked was just another sunny saturday. you finally looked her in the eyes and your lips parted in disbelief.

“no big deal—” you cut yourself off with a dry chuckle and you shook your head before whisper-yelling, “that most definitely is a big deal. you’re dating my mom, remember? i shouldn’t be picturing you—” you paused and your eyes got wide because you essentially just admitted you’d been picturing her naked, “i mean, seeing you naked. half naked, full naked. whatever.”

you ended your rant with a frustrated huff, you’d basically just ruined any chance of peace you had left. there was no way you wouldn’t think of this very day 50 years from now when you’re old and wrinkly and still single. the worst part about it was that paige was just standing there smiling and somehow during your rant you’d moved closer to her.

“you picture me naked?”

“no, i don’t picture you naked.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest and looking towards the stalls. paige hummed and slowly nodded her head, her hand hesitantly reaching out to ghost over your waist. your breath caught in your throat slightly and you finally looked back at her.

“did this start before or after this morning?” she teased, her grin getting slightly wider. you were getting hot again—like burning from the inside out. you felt that flutter in your stomach and you shifted on your heels to distract yourself from the fact that you were five seconds from kissing her if you didn’t leave soon.

paige tilted her head slightly and you scoffed again before bringing your hand to her chest and patting a couple of times. you had no idea where the confidence came from but you weren’t complaining, you leaned into her until your lips brushed the shell of her ear, “in your dreams, paige.”

and with that you brushed passed her and left the bathroom, leaving her standing there with a stupid grin on her face. paige let out a breathy laugh and turned to face the door, she stared at it for a few seconds before shaking her head and muttering to herself: “most definitely.”

when you got back to your table the food was already there and krystal was scrolling on her phone, probably on facebook, but she looked up when you sat down.

“what took so long? where’s paige?” she threw her left hand up in the air dramatically, her eyes narrowing as she questioned you. you shrugged and picked around the fruit salad to see what all was in it.

“some of the stalls were full and the others were down.” you lied and took a glance at her, not long enough for her to see you were lying though. she didn’t say anything but she squinted her eyes slightly before humming and settling back into her seat.

after dinner all you wanted was so shower and get in bed but krystal had other plans, she dragged you and paige into the living room with the game of twister in her hands. you groaned and plopped down on the couch next to paige, making sure to keep enough distance between you.

“mom, you don't even like playing twister. you always say “i’m getting too old for all this twisting and turning shit” like every time we play.” you twisted your face up as you badly imitated her voice. paige watched your face the entire time and threw her head back with a loud laugh, you reached over and playfully shoved her arm. “i’m serious, she doesn’t like twister.”

krystal rolled her eyes as she moved the coffee table to the corner of the room so that there was enough room for the mat to go down. “yeah, yeah. paige’s never played before and now that you’re here you can show her how it goes.”

“right, i definitely volunteer.” you said sarcastically as you pulled your legs onto the couch. paige looked at you and mouthed “ouch” as she placed her hand over her heart, pretending your words hurt her. you rolled your eyes at her and bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the smile threatening to show. you saw her gaze flicker down to your lips and for the first time, you shamelessly did the same.

“bug, come help me smooth this out.” krystal said as she dropped to her knees and started to straighten out the crinkles in the mat. you let out a soft huff but still got up to help.

it only took five minutes, ten smart comments, and 7 thumps on the forehead to get the game completely set up. of course, paige watched and laughed the entire time. she didn’t bother to make any comments, not even when you looked at her for help against your mom’s antics—she just smirked and shrugged her shoulders.

after it was set up you and paige moved to stand on opposite sides on the mat, both of you staring at krystal for the next directions. she was sitting on the couch now, legs crossed under her and the spinner sitting in her lap. she picked it up and held it out in front of her before something was missing. “wait! i need a glass of wine before we start.”

she jumped up and ran to the kitchen to fix herself a glass, her padded feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. she looked through her wine rack to decide which one she wanted tonight, her hand on her hips, foot lightly tapping the ground. after a minute she decided on a bottle of rose. the original plan was to just get one glass but the longer she held it in her hand the more inclined she was to just take the whole bottle back to the living. which, she did.

“alright, where were we?” she hummed as she sat back down and picked up the spinner. you crossed your arms over your chest and shifted on your heel, starting to get a little impatient. krystal flicked the spinner and stared intently as it spun and then slowly started to settle on a spot. “okay! bug, left foot, blue.”

since you were already on a blue spot you just moved your foot over a few spots and placed it on the fourth spot. your hands flew out to your sides when your foot slipped on the slippery mat and you let out a nervous laugh, hoping it wasn’t too obvious you almost busted your ass. paige stood in front of you, still in the starting position watching your every move.

“p, right foot, blue.” krystal called out as she opened her bottle of wine, the cork flew out with a soft pop. paige moved her foot to the blue spot right in front of yours and she made it look so easy. even though she had socks on just like you she didn’t slip not once. her legs were already much longer than yours and she stretched all the time for basketball. you looked down and let your eyes rake over her legs because god—they’re literally just perfect.

you looked towards krystal and watched as she took a long sip of wine before spinning the spinner again, “right foot, red. that’s for you, bug.”

you stretched your right leg and planted your foot on a red spot, leaning forward slightly to keep your balance when your socks caused your foot to slide a little. “i should’ve took my socks off.” you whined.

paige snickered as she watched you regain your balance. you looked up at her and gave her your best glare, to which she laughed again. krystal called out another call for paige and she stretched her left leg to plant her foot on the third green spot. you were closer now, only a few inches away from each other—if that.

your hips were slightly rotated inward and paige’s were rotated towards you as she stretched across the mat—one wrong move and you would’ve ended up in an incriminating position that definitely would never leave your mind. hell, the whole conversation you had in the bathroom earlier was still replaying in your head over and over.

krystal called out another call that had you bending down and placing your left hand on yellow, your hair fell in your face and you mentally cursed at yourself for forgetting to pull it up before the game started. you weren’t facing paige anymore—no, you were turned around with your ass pointed directly into her face as you placed your hand down on a yellow spot. paige sucked in a deep breath as she tried to keep her eyes looking anywhere but your ass. that proved to be a difficult task when it was just right there in her face, but she knew krystal would be watching and she couldn’t be getting caught up.

“alright, lets see.” krystal said out loud before clearing her throat and imitating a news reporter or something. “paige, right hand, yellow.”

paige looked down at the options she had and she cursed under her breath when she realized there was no way she could put her hand on yellow without putting you two in another awkward position. she stood there for a moment, hands on her hips, thinking about what spot she wanted to choose. you lifted your head to see what was taking so long.

“paige, i’ll kick you if you don’t pick a spot.” you huffed, limbs already starting to burn from being in the awkward position. paige laughed at your sassiness and finally bent over and placed her hand on the yellow spot right above yours. she was leaning over you now and if you lifted your hips any higher you’d be pushing your ass right against her—wouldn’t be a bad “accident”, you thought. you ducked your head low as you heard the sound of your mom drinking from her bottle, you rolled your eyes because this game was already taking too long.

“i don’t stretch enough for this.” you muttered, low enough that krystal didn’t hear but loud enough that paige did. paige let out a quiet chuckle and you turned your head to look at her, narrowing your eyes slightly.

“maybe…we should fix that.” she said back. there it was again—those double meanings that would have your head spinning later trying to figure out which way she meant that. you let out a shaky breath and lowered your head again, hiding your face from her so she couldn’t see the affect her words had on you.

this seemed to be the theme of the day—double meanings, flirty comments, and awkward positions—and the worst part was that you weren’t entirely complaining about it. you might’ve actually enjoyed it, key word being might’ve—you’d have to have a discussion with tay later to fully decide.

she had to know what she was doing to you—what her words were doing—and something in you told you that she was actually enjoying seeing you get flustered and nervous. how can i flip this around? how can i make her nervous? you thought. you figured you could act innocent or flirt back—decisions, decisions—or you could mix the two and make it even worse. you decided you’d make it worse.

you turned your head back towards her and let your gaze fall onto her lips for a second before looking her in the eyes again. paige couldn’t help but look at your lips when you smiled sweetly—a little too sweetly. “i’d love to stretch with you, i’m sure you’re really good at it.”

paige smirked because she could see right through the doe-eyed look you were giving her. she parted her lips to say something but the sound of krystal’s voice broke the two of you out of whatever bubble you’d created around you.

“right hand, red!” krystal said, her words coming out a bit louder than intended. you and paige both looked at her to see who she was talking to and that’s when you noticed half the bottle was already gone, she was definitely going to fall asleep soon. she pulled the spinner away from her face and narrowed her eyes at you and paige, “why aren’t y'all moving?”

“you didn’t tell us who.” paige reminded her gently. krystal’s lips formed a small ‘o’.

“right, that was for you bug.”

in order for you to successfully place your right hand on red you had to change positions so that you didn’t slip, you lifted your hips a little higher and moved your hand over. paige pulled her bottom lip between her teeth because she could almost feel your body pressing against hers. she just needed to tilt her hips even an inch forward and she would’ve been pressed right against your ass—such a tempting thought.

“hmm,” krystal hummed as she flicked the spinner again and watched as it slowed down onto the color blue. “okay, paige. left hand, blue.”

“how am i supposed to—” paige scrunched her face in confusion because you were covering the only blue spots that were close enough for her to reach. you noticed that and—without thinking—you lifted yourself higher so she would have enough room to go under you. paige felt her ears get hot when you pressed yourself right up against her, her breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes for a split second.

“go under me.” you told her, trying to ignore the heat creeping through your core from the position. she hummed and nodded her head before sliding her left arm under her right one and under you. the reach wasn’t entirely impossible but as she moved she accidentally knocked into you and since you were already thrown off from being pressed against her, you lost your balance and fell down onto the mat.

“ha!” krystal shouted as she pointed a finger at you, her head fell back with a loud laugh. “you lost!”

“no,” you whined, dragging the word out with a small pout because one thing you hated more than anything was losing. you rolled over onto your back and stared up at paige with a blank expression. “this is your fault. you’re gonna regret this.”

“is that a threat?” paige laughed and tilted her head to the side. you narrowed your eyes and ran the tip of your tongue over your top teeth before sucking them. you lowered your voice so you sounded more sinister than you actually were.

“that’s a promise, bueckers.”

“ouuu, i’m so scared.” she teased back as she moved from above you. now she was sitting beside you with her hands planted on the floor behind her and her legs bent at the knees. you sat up and rolled your eyes, though there was no real heat behind them—okay, maybe a little, you really hated losing.

“you should be.” you pointed your finger at her as you stood up. you glared at her to make your words seem more threatening but she just laughed at you—like, head thrown back laughing. her eyes followed your every move as you picked up your phone and gave krystal a quick hug and kiss. “alright, i’m gonna shower and get to bed.”

just as you turned to walk away paige called out, “goodnight, bug.” her voice had that teasing edge to it because she just knew how much you hated being called that.

you held your hand up and stuck your middle finger up at her but you didn’t turn around, you just kept walking—mostly because you had one of those shy, schoolgirl smiles on your face you didn’t need her seeing that.

especially not after all that’s happened today.

sleeping should’ve been easier than what it was. close your eyes, take a deep breath, boom, you’re asleep, but unfortunately it wasn’t that simple. it would have been if every time you closed your eyes you didn’t see paige and her insanely hot body. you twisted and turned to try and get in a comfortable position to fall asleep but it was like nothing was working.

you couldn’t get paige out of your head and it was seriously starting to get annoying. all you wanted was to go to sleep but you couldn’t when you kept picturing her standing there in the bathroom—water droplets clinging to her skin, her nipples hard and staring at you like a deer in headlights, the way her abs looked still glistening with water. your thighs squeezed together at the thought and it was like suddenly you weren’t in control of your mind anymore.

visions of her fully naked started to cross your mind, fantasies of her running her hands up your thighs, and if you thought hard enough you swore you could actually feel it. your bottom lip pulled between your teeth and you exhaled a shaky breath as you shifted your thighs against each other. then, you started to think about how she was hovering over you just a few hours ago—how she looked looking down at you, how the veins in her arms showed from the effort of holding her weight.

before you knew it you were lying flat on your back, eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. that small little ache you had felt before had now turned into something more, something intense, and you knew if you didn’t fix it you would never get any sleep. with a soft groan, you blindly reached for your phone to check what time it was. 1:10 am.

it was late, so you figured that everyone was asleep but then you remember what happened the last time you thought that. still, you let out a soft huff and mentally debated on if you should shove your hand down your panties or if you should roll back over and pretend to sleep until you actually did. after a minute or two you were still laying there but now you had somewhat decided on what to do.

i can be quiet, right? you thought as you started to gnaw at your bottom lip. you sat up on your elbows and let your eyes scan the room, and you were squinting them a bit because the moonlight only shined so bright. the fan was on and it was loud enough to cover any questionable noises. the door was closed, no one would come in without knocking. you held your breath for a moment to see if you could hear any noises that would prove someone was still awake.

when you didn’t hear any you slowly nodded your head—mainly to confirm to yourself that you were in the clear—and you relaxed back into the sheets. you kept your hands relaxed by your head and started to think about something to get you started. you tried to not let your thoughts wander to that but the longer you laid there the harder it was getting.

what’s the harm in just thinking though? it’s not like she would even know.

you dropped your hand down and let it rest on your stomach just above your pantie line, giving into the thoughts of paige. you let your mind wander from seeing her naked to feeling her hovering over you. the entire time you traced your fingers over your skin, letting out a breathy sigh as your eyes fluttered shut.

you started to imagine that it was paige touching you— paige guiding you onto your back as she littered soft kisses down your skin. you thought she’d be gentle with you because, well, that’s just what she gave off—you know, under that “nonchalant” demeanor she puts on. you imagined she would take her time undressing you, so that’s what you did. you slowly lifted your shirt over your head and let it fall somewhere off the side of the bed.

your hands cupped your chest gently, fingers already tracing your hardened nipples. a soft noise slipped from your throat when you gently pinched and rolled them between your fingers, your hips bucked slightly. you thought about how paige would touch you from here—would she take your panties off now or would she make you beg for it.

being the impatient girl you were, you went ahead and moved your hands down to slip your panties off. you kicked them off the side of the bed like you’d did with your shirt. the air from the fan sent a wave of cool air over your body and you shivered but if you were being honest it just turned you on more. you were already soaking wet from just the thought of her, the thought of what she would do if she had you under her like this.

you ghosted your fingers over your clit before sliding them through your folds, biting back a soft groan at how wet you were. you pressed your fingers against your clit in tight circles, making you suck in a sharp breath because you were so turned on you could already tell you wouldn’t last long.

the entire time you thought about her watching you, directing you the way she wanted it done. waiting no time, you ran your fingers down and eased your fingers. you squeezed your eyes shut and bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood so that you didn’t make a sound. when you started to move your fingers you thought about how her hands looked and how big they were, how deep her fingers would reach—how quick she could make you cum because she just looked like she’d be amazing at it.

your chest was rising and falling heavier now that your breathing had started picking up. you couldn’t control the soft whimpers falling from your lips as you pressed your fingers deeper and moved them faster. you rolled your hips forward in time with your fingers and somehow your brushed that one spot that had you moaning a little louder than you should’ve.

paige name slipped from your lips before you even realized it—a soft, breathy whine that had your eyes shooting open like she was really there to hear it. your fingers never stopped moving though, you couldn’t stop, not when you were already so close—your hips never stopped grinding down into your hand.

there was a soft creak in the hallways and you held your breath for a second, trying to see if you would hear it again. after a few seconds of quiet you decided that you were probably just hearing things and let yourself relax into the pleasure again. your cunt made a low, but obscene, noise as you gushed around your fingers and you thought that it might’ve had something to do with the fact your brain started to imagine that see was outside of your door listening to you. you knew that was probably not the case but the thought of it sent a shiver through your spine.

but what if she was? you thought. your lips parted with another trembling moan and you could feel your orgasm getting closer and closer. you were thinking about her voice now—how low and raspy it could get, how smooth she talked when she was talking to you. you just knew she’d talk you through it, tell you how good you felt wrapped around her fingers, how sweet you tasted. you could almost hear her telling you to cum for her or asking you if it felt good.

“fuck, paige—fuck fuck fuck—m’gonna cum.” you whined without even meaning to, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. your back arched from the bed, only causing your fingers to press deeper, and your eyes rolled back. you let yourself ride it out by slowing your thrust but not stopping just yet. with a soft puff of air, you relaxed back onto the bed.

you pressed your thighs together as soon as you pulled your fingers out and the air from the fan blowing suddenly felt too cool. your fingers were still slick with your cum and getting out of bed again, getting dressed, and going all the way to the bathroom seem like too much of a task at the moment. instead, you placed your fingers in your mouth and licked them clean, humming softly because damn, you really did taste good.

after you were done you pulled the covers back over you and rolled back over, a satisfied smile on your face because well…

what better way to go to sleep?

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Wishful Thinking

PAIRING ➩ jungkook x reader

WC ➩ 20k

SUMMARY ➩ Born and raised in the busy city, you are in for a major life shift when you’re sent to the country side. You imagine the farmers son won’t be much help. (nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter)

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ Marking this as my official leave from retirement. This is the first work since Skin on Skin I feel a genuine connection too and I can proudly say I love it a lot. I hope you like it as much as me! Please check out the playlist and listen as you read if you'd like

Growing up in the city had influenced a few factors of your core development and the way you went about life. You took a second to open up to strangers, had faster reflexes than most people you’d met from other places and could ignore the sound of a horn two feet from your ear.

What it hadn’t done is making you a spoiled and sheltered brat, although you imagined your father would place some strong disagreement on that statement.

It absolutely had not made you the type of person that was so ‘out of control’ you needed to be sent to the middle of absolute nowhere to learn a thing or two about respect and taking care of things other than yourself.

This was not an issue you had and you could not fathom the fact you had been in the car for six hours now heading towards your new summer hell. You were in your early twenties and you should have slammed the door in your fathers face when you opened it to his scowl but sadly, his name was on the lease and he probably would have had the door removed.

Instead you had packed two bags, said bye to your precious cats and dragged your feet all the way to the car.

You imagined your fathers vehicle had never seen so much dirt in its life and even he seemed a bit bothered by the gravel roads that left a cloud of dust all over his doors and windows. Your father had been raised almost exactly the same as you so it felt a bit ironic and hypocritical.

It was not your fault he was a wealthy businessman, stationing his small family in the bustling streets of the city instead of a nice sized home somewhere. Your idea of dinner around the table was grabbing a bite to eat at the local pizza place, your fridge covered in project plans and work reminders instead of toddler art and positive report cards.

Your dad had raised you in a cold apartment suited for a bachelor, leaving you to get your fatherly advice from doormen and paying cleaning ladies extra to change your diapers. He was somehow still surprised to see you standing with a glare on your face as you exited the car and stared at the farm house.

“Atleast try to be pleasant.” He mumbled under his breath, the familiar expression he had whenever he felt embarrassed by you creeping up on his face. You had seen it your entire life, when you stood too slouched in front of a client or stuttered giving a speech at a company dinner.

You sent him a stronger dirty look that easily slid off your face when the door opened.

Despite what he may think, you actually were not a terrible person and you had no intentions of disrespecting the home owners even though you would rather eat the horses hay than have to stay here.

It was actually a beautiful home, grand in size with a large wraparound porch and land full of crops and various sized barns and pens.

There had been a faint memory of coming here a handful of times when you were younger, listening to your father take a gentle and relaxed tone you had only heard a few times and playing with the farmers boy that was around your age.

That had been a lifetime ago and while the landscape was relatively nostalgic and familiar, you had changed so drastically that you couldn’t feel more out of place if you tried.

You watched as the large bearded man approached your father, pulling him into a tight hug unlike his friends back home who would greet him with a firm handshake. This man clearly did not care about your fathers hesitance to embrace him, the rim of his cowboy hat knocking your fathers thin framed glasses slightly askew.

You had a hard time holding in a laugh at his dishevelled appearance after the bear hug and the man's sights set on you right as a smile crept up on your face.

“There she is.” He greeted you like he was an uncle you saw frequently and your eyes widened at the realization he was coming to give you a similarly tight hug, knocking the breath out of you as he nearly lifted you from the ground.

“Sorry honey, we are huggers around here.” You hadn’t even noticed the small woman behind his staggering frame and you caught her gentle eyes in your gaze right before she pulled you in for a much softer hug. “Except for my son sadly. He didn’t quite inherit that trait I suppose.”

The boy hadn’t left the porch, a few feet behind his parents as he stared at you and your father with an expression that was much colder than his warm parents held. You could tell he had already built some bias around your visit and you didn’t mind considering you had done the same, defenses building at his sour look.

“I’m sorry but I..” You trailed off awkwardly as you glanced between the bubbly couple, hoping they could understand so you didn’t have to tell them vocally that you had no idea who they were. The woman's face dropped just slightly but the farmer gave you a soft smile as he cupped your arm.

“That’s alright honey.” His gentle tone almost made you want to turn around and jump head first into the car, creeping its way under your skin and making you feel like that little girl that used to sneak branches in her room to use as a christmas tree. “It’s been lifetimes since we got to see you.”

His gaze fell over your shoulder towards your father with that statement and you almost thought it sounded hostile, or however hostile somebody so warm could manage. Your fathers throat clearing behind you confirmed your belief and you looked down at your feet as you were ushered inside.

You learned from listening in on the conversation silently that he was in fact a bit upset with your father. The man, Minchul apparently as you heard his wife softly calling him, had made a handful of comments about missing out on your life that he was attempting to disguise as jokes.

You had watched enough tense conversations with businessmen to be pretty good at picking up on what people actually wanted to say. Your father responded each time with a different excuse about being busy but you knew he wished he could tell the farmer that he simply outgrew him and whatever this dynamic was.

The woman had told you softly that her name was Nari and you watched as she barely sat down, bouncing between the table and the kitchen whenever she noticed somebody was running low on their drink or the finger foods she had prepared.

Her tending to you all didn’t feel like the panicked way your fathers cooks would try to keep him pleased and calm but rather like she enjoyed taking care of the people around her, eyes bright whenever you thanked her or took a bite of something she had made.

“Jungkook will be helping her with her chores and duties.” Minchul’s low voice was bringing you back to the conversation, interest spiked as you realized they were discussing your stay there.

You had very little information about how long you would be here or what exactly you were meant to accomplish but your eyes shifted over to the son at the mention of his name, sitting across from you and also not having spoken a word.

He was staring at his father as he spoke, gaze unwavering and still as cold as it had been outside. You had realized outside that he was the same boy you had played with when you were a kid but he had clearly changed as much as you had because he no longer had an ounce of welcoming energy to him.

“If she gives you any trouble son, feel free to call me.” Your father was speaking directly to him like you weren’t even there and Jungkook’s jaw shifted at the use of the word ‘son’.

A smile almost crept back up at the interesting reaction but it faded as soon as he looked at you, curious like he expected you to say something snobbish in return to your fathers jab. You didn’t have any plans to, used to him warning people about you like you were a walking disaster.

“I’m sure we can manage.” His voice was flat and lacking any real care but you hadn’t figured he would reply at all, let alone with something borderlining disrespectful.

The rest of the table seemed to agree because the room fell silent at his comment and your dad seemed taken back by the fact Jungkook hadn’t immediately agreed with his implication. You barely moved, not wanting to put yourself on the wrong side of things while he was still here.

“Apologize.” Minchul was speaking the word hushed and you looked at him with widened eyes, not even realizing it had been him speaking considering how cold it came out. It was completely different to the tone he used with the rest of you but Jungkook didn’t seem affected at all.

“I’m sorry sir.” He said it easily, practiced and lacking any real apology. It seemed the phrase alone was all his father wanted to hear because his shoulders lost tension and he awkwardly patted the table as he changed the subject to something about your dads car.

You removed yourself mentally from the conversation again but you caught the way Jungkook’s mom rubbed his shoulder soothingly as she passed him on her back to the kitchen.

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“You are really just leaving me?” Your voice was icy as you watched your father toss your bags out of his car, squinting his eyes at the dirt it brought into the air and glaring at you like it was your fault. “I don’t even know these people.”

“I do.” He said simply as he closed the trunk and watched you with disappointment swirling in his gaze. You could tell there was a lot he wanted to say to you but as always, he left it plain and gave you a firm nod that you knew put an end to this conversation.

You did nothing but watch as he got into the driver seat and pulled off down the dirt road, headlights disappearing behind the trees and fields of corn. You sighed softly and sunk down on the rocky path way, not really caring if they were watching from the window and judging you.

You didn’t know these people and it was hard to even process that this was really happening to you right now. The sun had fully set when you stopped thinking yourself away and you realized you had been outside for a lot longer than you had meant to be.

Nobody had come out to get you or even check if you were alright but you figured they were just giving you the space to throw your internal tantrum before inevitably accepting your fate and figuring out what to do from there.

Your sigh turned into a dragged out and low groan as you buried your face in your dusty hands, cringing away when you felt the sting of the debris entering your eyes and realizing you felt like you were going to cry regardless of the pain.

“You sleeping out here?”

You jumped at the sudden voice coming from your right, looking sideways at a pair of dirty and ripped boots before trailing up the tall frame and landing on Jungkook and a raised eyebrow. He had been the last person from the family you expected to come outside to collect you and you groaned again.

“I just need a minute okay?” Your voice came out cold but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about his feelings right now. He was unwillingly participating in your banishment but it was still participation in your eyes and for that alone, you disliked him.

“City girls and their minutes.” It was mumbled under his breath but loud enough for you to hear. You didn’t even warrant it with a reaction, staring numbly at the gravel and willing a loose horse to run him over with your mind.

He didn’t leave the entire time you sat there and you could feel him staring at your back as you practically curled into a ball. Eventually you stood up calmly, dusted yourself off and headed inside the house.

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Jungkook had silently left your bags at the foot of your door and disappeared down the hall into what you assumed was his own, soft music coming from behind the peeling wood. You left your door open, feeling awkward in the unfamiliar room like you had somehow broken into this nice family's home and crawled into a random bed.

You barely slept at all the first night and the sound of the roosters screeching only two hours after your eyes actually closed was enough to make you consider hitch hiking back to the city.

The entire family was downstairs in the kitchen to your dismay and you couldn’t fix your face in time, seeing the concern radiating from Nari as she took in your exhausted eyes and closed off demeanor. You mumbled a morning greeting and shifted onto the seat furthest from them all.

“Did you sleep okay?” She asked softly as she placed a glass of orange juice in front of you and you nodded at her, both of you knowing you were being nice rather than honest. She pursed her lips and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder for a second as reassurance that she understood.

“Good because you have a long day today.” Minchul sounded as cheerful as yesterday but there was an underlying tone to his voice that made you not want to disobey him. He made pleasant conversation with his wife as you and Jungkook ate silently on the other side of the table.

Jungkook hadn’t even waited for you to finish eating, cleaning off his place and kissing his mom on the side of the head before pushing through the front door. You watched in disbelief as he left you behind, scarfing down the rest of your eggs and rushing after him, nearly tripping down the stairs as you followed him to the largest barn.

The smell was assaulting but you didn’t visually react, not wanting to give him the satisfaction considering he was leaning against a slate of wood and watching you for any signs that you were going to complain.

When you gave him a firm and determined stare he was tossing a silver bucket in your direction, both of you tracking it as it hit the barn floor and bounced a few times.

“Seriously?” You remarked, your first real word of the day being forced out due to disbelief. He didn’t answer and instead entered one of the stalls holding a large cow. “Couldn’t just hand it to me?”

There was no reply again and you sighed as you followed him, scowling when you saw the black and white animal staring at you with a bored expression. Jungkook slid a small stool over to you before leaning back again on the wall of the stall. The cow took a step towards him and you flinched back as its large belly almost pushed you over.

“Am I supposed to do something with him?” You gestured at the stool and cow in confusion and Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“She’s a girl.” He said simply and you gave him an incredulous look, feeling like you were going insane from attempting to communicate with him. “You’re supposed to milk her.”

You stared at him silently for a few seconds, trying to figure out if he was joking or not before glancing at the bucket and realizing he was apparently very serious. You took a breath so deep that it moved your entire body as you tried to calm yourself, ignoring the slightly amused look he grew at the action.

You hadn’t even sat fully on the stool before he was speaking again.

“Wrong.”

You glared at him and adjusted your position, leaning forward hesitantly to reach out to the cow.

“Wrong again.”

Another attempt, a different section of the utters that looked as foreign as the rest of the large creature. She shifted like she felt as awkward as you did for touching her and you sighed at his lack of interjection.

“Touch her there and she’ll probably kick you in the face.”

You let out a loud and bitter laugh that made the cow grunt softly, standing from the stool and shoving it in his direction. He watched you quietly as the rage built up inside you, even more so at the indifference on his face.

“If you aren’t even going to attempt to help me, then you go ahead and do it.” You spat as you pointed between him, the bucket, and the cow. He didn’t say anything again and the silence was somehow more annoying than him making small comments towards you.

He wordlessly moved the stool and you sat down with a huff, at first just picking at your fingers and then deciding to actually watch as he milked the cow. It was slightly interesting, especially considering your current options for entertainment.

His hands were gentle with the animal and she seemed a lot more relaxed now that he was the one near her undercarriage and not some strange girl with tense shoulders and shoes that definitely weren’t made for a barn floor. It was intriguing to you to watch the cows body language change so outwardly.

Jungkook finished up after some time and you followed him to his next set of chores. This time and the next, he didn’t bother trying to get you to do anything. Instead he did them all easily and allowed you to simply watch as he herded the sheep into their pens, poured disgusting sludge into the trough for the pigs and dragged the stubborn horses back into the gated area.

By the end of the day, you were exhausted without having done much at all.

He didn’t even seem phased by the fact he had spent the entire day in the sun doing hard physical labor and you sighed as he walked ahead of you back to the house.

You felt like an invisible shadow following him around all day with little to no conversation between you and it pained you to watch the sun set knowing you had wasted your time and learned nothing but the fact Jungkook was a stubborn asshole.

His dad was waiting on the porch as you approached and you watched as Jungkook’s back hardened at the sight of the kind man. He was smiling largely but it was past his son and towards you, clapping his hands in delight as he took in the dirt on your pants and your sweat dried hair.

“How was your first day?” He asked warmly as you ascended the steps. Jungkook had slowed down to let you pass and he lingered at the patch of grass near the bottom. “Was he a good teacher?”

The shift in his tone made you glance backwards towards the teacher in question and his flat face showed no sense of what he wanted you to say. You felt like you were hesitating too long and you turned back to Minchul with a soft smile.

“The best. I learned a lot actually.” You said gently and he smiled proudly, a large hand between your shoulder blades as he led you inside for dinner.

Jungkook was as silent as always but he didn’t look as unimpressed with you when you caught his eyes across the table. There was a beat of nothing before he gave you a small nod, enough for you to understand he appreciated you lying to his dad for him.

Dinner was calm and quiet as you zoned out from exhaustion and you barely flinched when his parents asked you to work together to get the dishes washed and dried quickly. You moved on autopilot to the sink and responded with a light mumble as they wished you both a goodnight.

Jungkook stood wordlessly next to you, taking each wet dish you handed him as he dried them precisely with a towel. It was quiet through the first half of the sink and then he was clearing his throat with a hint of awkwardness.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He said in a near whisper. You didn’t even glance at him, handing over another dish casually.

“I didn’t do anything but spare myself the awkwardness of watching you get lectured.” Your tone was flat like it genuinely meant nothing to you but you figured you both knew the reason you had done it. He seemed tense at your answer so you sighed softly. “I know what it’s like to have a dickhead for a father.”

He paused his movements when you said that and you wondered if it was the wrong thing to speak into the quiet kitchen before you heard him laugh softly under his breath.

It didn’t take a psychologist to realize Jungkook had a different relationship with Minchul than most other people would. His cold and harsh tone towards his son seemed to come out of thin air the second he laid his eyes on the younger man and you felt yourself becoming more nosy than you should be.

Their dirty laundry was none of your business and you hurriedly finished dishes.

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The next day's chore list actually seemed a bit more lax and you quickly understood that he must do all of the extremely difficult things at the end of the week.

Monday was more about maintenance and you felt a little guilty for doing nothing yesterday so you were glad that you could actually help with some smaller stuff, both going stir crazy from doing so little with yourself and also feeling useless the more he sweated and moved around.

You helped sweep loose hay from the stables, collected eggs from under the squawking hens and even assisted him in filling up the water barrels with fresh and clean gallons. You were actually feeling a little satisfied with yourself when the day started to come to a finish and you glanced at him to see what you had to do next.

He surprised you when he pulled two small items out of his jean pockets, fidgeting with them until the lighter was producing a flame that he used to light the rolled up paper. You eyed him curiously as he inhaled around the joint before stretching his hand out towards you without so much of a glance or a word.

“Wow.” You breathed out a mocking laugh as you took it from him, studying it before putting it between your lips and speaking around it. “I am genuinely shocked right now.”

He laughed flatly at your tone and looked at you from the corner of his eye. You were sitting on a small hay bale while he leaned against the large wheel of an old tractor, behind one of the barns a bit further away from the house.

“It’s rude to make assumptions about people.” He said flatly as he took the joint back but you knew he wasn’t serious, lightheartedly replying to you and only furthering your bewilderment.

“What would your dad say if he knew you were getting me stoned right now?” You were only teasing and you hoped he could tell by the tone in your voice, it seemed like he did because he shrugged his shoulders casually.

“Less what he would say and more what he would do.”

The statement was heavier than he intended it to be and you both fell silent at the darker implication to his words. He passed it back to you and you watched him for a long moment before hitting it, seeing the way he almost winced at himself for saying something so awkward.

You let it hang in the air for a few minutes as you listened to the sounds of his inhales paired with the animals in the distance as they got ready for bed. EVentually you were sighing and his eyes went to you, almost in anticipation.

“Good thing I don’t tend to make a habit of reporting back to fathers.” You lifted your shoulders like it was a simple thing to say and his face flashed with something heavier again.

You’d smoked weed before a few times but Jungkook either had some especially strong country grown shit or your tolerance had significantly diminished because you somehow ended up in one of the sheep fields, both flat on your backs as you looked up at the stars.

For once you appreciated the fact he didn’t talk much because you felt a bit ridiculously emotional at the sight of them all. A childhood of light polluted skies had robbed you of star gazing and pointing out made up planets so it was overwhelming to see so many of them above you.

Jungkook seemed to be thinking similarly despite growing up under this sky, his mouth parted a bit in awe every time you glanced over at his side profile a few feet away from you.

“I get why you guys like it out here now I think.” You said wistfully, voice a little breathier than you realized it was when it was escaping you. He laughed a little at the sudden declaration and it didn’t seem as mocking as it had a few hours ago.

“Thought it would take longer to whip you into shape.” He joked back, voice a little higher than normal and you figured it was the high having settled in that was making him more comfortable to engage in conversation with you. “Some sweeping and a view was all you needed to appreciate the simple life?”

He was clearly messing with you and almost mocking your fathers reasoning for sending you here but you felt a light sting deep in your chest.

Jungkook was not the reason for it but he was the accidental messenger of the rhetoric your father had been spewing at you since nearly middle school. He couldn’t fathom a world where you cared about things or paid attention to people other than yourself.

It felt impossibly suffocating to argue with somebody who had a different reality in their head, left wondering how would you begin to correct a version of yourself that didn’t exist?

There were no number of saved movie tickets and sentimental souvenirs, no hours spent making your friends a sloppy birthday cake instead of buying them something store prepared, and no amount of love and empathy in your heart that could convince him you were a thoughtful person.

“There's nothing simple about this.” You ignored your heavier feelings as you raised a limp hand to gesture to the endless sky.

“I’m sure the city has its own views.” He retorted and you turned your head to the side when you noticed a hint of longing in his voice. He stiffened like he could feel you staring but didn’t look at you, eyes a bit more shifty.

“Breathtaking ones. I never get used to it.” You said back softly, wondering if that was something he wanted to hear or if it would fuel the fire to his apparent inner conflict. You were left wondering because he didn’t reply to you.

The silence didn’t last as long as usual, the intoxication in your lungs making you both a little less awkward and a little more lax when it came to unraveling useless information. He told you about the town's small population and how everyone he passed had probably changed his diapers at some point and you ranted about your cats back home and how guilty you felt for leaving them alone.

“Why didn’t you bring them here?” He said like it was an obvious option, maybe too high to remember that you weren’t exactly on a purposeful vacation. Your silence seemed to remind him of this fact and he kissed his teeth in realization. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

“Your parents?” You said in confusion, rolling over onto your side in the grass so you could face him and groaning softly at the tightness in your back. He glanced at you and nodded, still laying flat and staring at the sky in between looks. “I don’t have anyone who would bring them here for me.”

Your voice barely held any bitterness, it was just the truth. It was a pretty big favor to ask even to somebody you would consider a friend and you didn’t even really have any of those anyways.

“Assuming you don’t know how to drive a stick.” He said thoughtfully and you shook your head with a light eye roll at his subtle jab. “I can take you.”

“What?” You sat up and he did the same, although avoiding looking at you head on. “Why would you do that?”

He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal he just offered to drive you twelve hours round trip just to bring your two cats all the way back here. He glanced back towards the house, the warm glow of the porch lights small considering how far out you were, and then back up towards the never ending sky full of stars.

“Gives me a break from chores.” He said noncommittally like he was offering to do a load of laundry for you.

You woke up the next morning with a soft knock on the guest bedroom door, opening it to see Jungkook leaning against the side of it with truck keys dangling around his finger. He gave them a little spin when he saw your eyes widen in surprise that he parents had actually agreed to the request he had made this morning after your conversation in the field.

You nod your head in understanding and close the door so you can hurriedly get ready, feeling a bit amused at the fact you’d been arguing only a few hours ago. Jungkook is silent when you find him in the living room and as he shows you to the truck, excitedly climbing into the passenger seat and waving goodbye to Nari who stands on the porch with a concerned look as she clutches a dish towel to her chest.

It felt beyond ridiculous that you were making this trip with somebody you barely knew and even worse, barely got along with.

He was silent for almost the entire first half of the drive, playing music from a rotating stack of CD’s and cursing under his breath whenever the truck made a particularly loud noise. It was comforting to feel the rumble underneath you as he shifted gears and passed miles and miles of barren farmland.

You had only been there for a couple days and you were already craving new scenery, eyes widening with excitement when you could vaguely make out the city skyline in the distance. You were still probably an hour out but it was undeniable the way your blood felt warmer.

“Do you see it?” You asked him excitedly, breaking the bubble of silence. You looked at him as you sat up but you didn’t need to hear his answer out loud, seeing it on his face as soon as you saw his expression.

His eyes were bright with awe and interest as you approached the tall skyscrapers and dizzying highways, traffic seemingly coming from every direction as he went from leaning forward to try and see the tops of buildings past the windshield and focusing on not missing the exits you rushed out with poor directional skills.

“It’s bigger than I thought.” He eventually said and it came out in one singular breath that made you smile, understanding the feeling all too well.

You let him take it all in so he didn’t get too distracted trying to navigate the busy and tight streets with hsi truck that stood out clearly compared to most of the more compact and practical vehicles around you.

You eventually managed to make your way to your apartment and he looked slightly surprised as he exited the driver seat and looked up at the building. He had heard stories of your dads lavish lifestyle so he clearly hadn’t been expecting the exposed brick and dirty windows of your building.

It was hard not to laugh at his expression, shaking your head and walking past him. You felt giddy knowing you would get to be home even if it was temporary and you could hear your cats meowing behind the door before you even pushed it open.

You greeted them enthusiastically as Jungkook closed the door behind you, eyes scanning around your small and homey apartment.

“Not exactly the penthouse suite.” He muttered and you glared at him from where you were crouching by your cats on the floor.

“Must to his dismay.” You didn’t need to say you were talking about your father for him to understand what you meant. “He won’t even step foot in this place.”

It felt especially ridiculous considering how nice and welcoming your apartment was. The walls were full of pictures of your friends and cats, postcards from random beachy cities covering your fridge door and mismatched furniture.

You had decided as soon as you moved in that you would make your place the polar opposite of the studio apartment you were raised in, trading in cold tile and sterile feeling lights for warm toned lamps and fuzzy rugs to comfort your feet.

“Do you need anything?” Your voice was softer than he had heard it before and Jungkook shook his head as he kicked his shoes off. You watched him quizzically before he gestured towards your clock on the wall.

“Might as well stay here tonight.” He said simply and your heart lurched at the idea of getting to sleep in your own bed. “I’m fine now but reckon I’d be exhausted halfway through the drive back.”

You weren’t even slightly planning to argue with that or question what his parents reaction would be, quickly standing to your feet to prepare something for him to wear other than his jeans and flannel. He stood there silently as you made him a comfortable bed on the couch, eventually wandering over to stare out your large living room window.

“Breathtaking right?” You spoke from behind him and he jumped a bit before nodding and glancing back at you.

“Yeah it’s beautiful.” He watched you for a few seconds before turning back to study the city and its seemingly never ending skyline.

Jungkook must have been more tired than he let on because he was asleep almost as soon as he laid down on your couch and you took a few hours to enjoy your space for the last time in a while, preparing your cats and their things both for travel and for extended stay.

It warmed your heart to picture them with so much space to run around, basking in the sun and chasing field mice while you did your chores. Jungkook was clearly being generous with his offer to take you but he really had no idea just how much it meant to you to have them with you in such an unfamiliar place.

He was just as quiet the next morning and as you brought your cat carriers and extra bags down to the truck but the ride back was a lot warmer and you felt ages less sour as you approached the town this time around. The hushed conversations between you felt smoother as you lost some of the awkwardness.

His father was sitting on the porch when you pulled back up and he enthusiastically greeted your cats in their carriers, Nari rushing out at the sound of your voices to help bring them inside.

You watched from the doorway as he gave Jungkook a firm nod and placed a hand stiffly on his shoulder. Jungkook pursed his lips at the action of approval and returned the nod with one of his own.

“Was that good?” You whispered to him as he passed you in the doorway and he let out a large breath that you imagined he had been holding since he left the truck.

“Yeah, I think it was.” He said back and you smiled at him, glad he had not gotten in trouble for trying to help you out.

The following week felt a lot easier now that you had a large piece of home with you, bed a little warmer with your cats curling up next to you. The chores were brutal and you were miserable half the time the sun was out but you were getting used to the ache of your body and the burn covering your skin.

Jungkook was still silent most of the day but he was doing things slower and more exaggerated so you could actually learn the few times he noticed you showing interest and paying attention. There were tasks you could do fully on your own now and you found yourself looking forward to when the sun would set and he'd knock on your door softly, an expectant look on his face as he flashed another joint between his fingers.

It was a nice routine for the two of you to wander out to the field near the sheep barn, smoking until the tightness of your bones faded enough for you to giggle into the grass and tell eachother random tidbits about your life.

“I heard your dad tell mine that you ran away.” Jungkook said gently one night when your conversation started to borderline on serious and you said nothing for a while.

“At 22 I thought it would just be considered taking a vacation.” Your voice was half humorous and half bitter, the latter side much more apparent in your tone. You sighed so deeply you felt like you were going to melt down into the dirt. “I’ve been further away for much longer, he only noticed this time because one of his clients saw me while traveling.”

“You went alone?” His questions rarely held so much interest and you glanced at him, finding him staring at the stars with his eyebrows furrowed like he hadn't considered that possible.

“I’m always alone.” You shrugged to yourself. “Aren't you?”

You weren’t trying to make a harsh assumption but you’d been there two weeks and not once did Jungkook leave the farm land other than your trip to the city. His parents went off to town a few times a week or to a friend's house for supper but Jungkook stayed throughout it all, never once hearing mention of a friend of his or seeing a photo somewhere in the house.

He shrugged but it was one of those times where you both already knew what his answer would be. His eyes shifted over to you and you watched curiously.

“Not so much anymore.” He said plainly but you smiled a bit at the implication, knowing it was probably a change for him to have you following behind his trail all day long. Maybe even a welcomed change now that you were getting along finally. ly.

You and Jungkook spent the next week with the exact same routine and now that you were used to most of it, you felt yourself going stir crazy. Little things were always changing, animals needing more help than usual or storms making it so you had to help around the house instead but for the most part everything stayed exactly the same.

It was a welcomed assignment when Nari softly asked you to take horses into town and pick up a few things. You didn’t ask why you couldn’t just take the truck even though you were beginning to wish you had as you stared at the large creature.

“You know I can’t ride that, right?” You said simply as you shook your head firmly. Jungkook laughed a little at your fearful tone before gesturing at the single saddle he had pulled off of the wall.

You were confused for a few seconds before realizing he was insinuating you both get on the horse together, your gaze shifting over to him to see him standing by the horse and clearly waiting for you to reach the same conclusion.

“You’re joking aren’t you?” Your voice shook a little as you squeaked out the question.

Clearly he wasn’t because Jungkook had easily lifted you up onto the large horse before swinging his leg over and situating himself naturally. You were left sitting behind him, feeling like you were about to throw up and having no choice but to wrap your arms tightly around his middle.

He was laughing at you when you squeezed your grip anytime you took a turn or the horse sped up to cross a road. It felt a bit ridiculous as some cars passed you but you saw more and more horseback people as you got closer to town and almost all of them enthusiastically greeted Jungkook.

The stories he had told you about knowing everybody here were clearly true because he couldn’t be more liked if he tried.

It didn’t take long to arrive at the market and Jungkook reached a hand up to you so you could slide off the horse, his hands sturdy above your hip so you didn’t land the wrong way. You eyed him as he tied the large animal to a post outside, petting its nose softly and whispering something you didn’t hear.

A whistle behind you made his hands freeze and both of you turned to see an older man sitting outside the market, a bucket full of loose change infront of him and a brown paper bag around a glass bottle sat on his lap.

“Pretty little thing.” His accent was even heavier due to the slur in his speech and your eyes narrowed as he scanned down your frame. Jungkook’s mother had left some pretty farm dresses and cowgirl boots outside your door a few nights ago and you had been excited to wear them until his eyes were on your bare legs. “Ain’t from around here.”

It was a statement and not a question and you scoffed at him.

“What gave it away?” You said coldly. You knew you still didn’t carry yourself like somebody from the country even when you wore their clothes and did their labor, the lack of a drawl in your voice really not helping you towards fitting in.

You could feel the presence of Jungkook approaching behind you now that he had gotten the horse situated and you glanced over your shoulder. His face was cold again and he was a lot closer to you than he typically would be, nearly touching your back to his chest.

“Johnny.” He said simply, addressing the man and making himself known.

“Oh you’re Jeon’s boy aint you?” He said with an amused smile, looking like he was suddenly reminiscing. Jungkook must have nodded or given him a confirming look because the man was suddenly laughing so hard he was swaying to the side. “Them Jeon’s… are good men.” He pointed at Jungkook as he paused, then laughed loudly again.

You felt yourself reaching back and wrapping your hands around Jungkook’s elbow before you could think about it, going to pull him towards the entrance so you both could leave this conversation and not hear whatever it was he was laughing so hard about.

The man's eyes flashed with interest when he saw you touching his arm, hugging it to your side in a way that could come across as intimate rather than instinctual.

“Oh, is this your missus?” He called and you saw an older couple's head turn with annoyance at his loud tone and the outdated phrasing, shaking their heads in disapproval.

Jungkook’s cheek shifted as he addressed you like that and you sighed at the realization this was going to take you too far off track for you to bother with. You tugged him softly and ignored the obnoxious laughter coming from behind you as you entered the market.

“Just ignore it.” You said softly, not letting go of his arm even when you were deeper into the store. He glanced at you like he was upset you hadn’t let him handle it and that furthered your reasoning for keeping a hold on him.

“He was disrespectful.” He said plainly, eyes still heated even when you stopped walking and turned to face him. The tips of your boots touched his as you reached into his shirt pocket to pull out the list his mother had given him, catching him stuffing it in there before you mounted the horse. “How can he talk to a woman like that?”

“He was a drunk idiot.” You stated, catching his eye for a second as you stood there before realizing how close you were and taking a step away.

Jungkook still seemed irritated as you shopped, filling a basket full of the ingredients his mom had written in neat handwriting. He took the basket from you when it was more than half full and starting to get a little heavy and you gave him a thankful look.

It was hard for him to stay annoyed considering the countless older women that stopped to coo at him and ask him how his parents were, remarking on the last time they’d seen him and how tall and handsome he had grown up to be.

This was something you had also noticed, much to your dismay.

You figured you had been too distracted your first two weeks but your general dislike for your situation and Jungkook himself to realize the devastating fact that he was actually the most attractive person you had been around.

He was now constantly distracting you without even meaning to, tan skin and big eyes so effortlessly lifting things two times your size and controlling stubborn animals. It was a bit ridiculous that somebody with forearms that veiny and strong also looked that good in a stupid cowboy hat.

Even now, leaning against a fridge as he watched you scan over the list in his washed denim jeans and giant belt buckle. It was something straight out of a cowboy fantasy and you felt like a fool for falling victim to it.

It didn’t help your new found dilemma that he was also the sweetest person you had ever met now that he was done giving you the silent treatment and glaring everytime you messed something up.

Whether it was natural southern hospitality or his mothers teachings, Jungkook was a well mannered boy down to his core and did not consider opening the door for you or carrying bags for the older women in the store anything other than the bare minimum.

You weren’t surprised that he was so aggravated by the drunk man for eyeing you or calling you his missus, like you were a piece of property because that was just the type of guy Jungkook was.

“Reckon we are almost done?”

And then there was that.

Your eyes shifted over to him as his voice broke you from your thoughts and you almost outwardly sighed in annoyance with yourself. Never once in your entire life had you considered that a southern accent might bring your heart into your throat but apparently that was just something that happened to you now.

You imagined Jungkook didn’t even think he had an accent let alone realized how heavy it was but the low drawl and phrases he used made you feel like a preteen girl who had just discovered british boy bands for the first time.

“Yeah pretty much, just…” You trailed off as your eyes landed on a small booth tucked in the back corner of the vendor section.

Jungkook squinted at you before turning around and scoffing a little when he realized what had caught your attention so easily.

You felt like your feet were magnetically drawn to the rows of pretty farm dresses, lace bandanas and cowgirl hats. Your eyes were wide as you took them all in, already feeling your bank account emptying. The clothes Nari had been bringing you weren’t hideous but they certainly weren’t the most flattering things you had ever worn.

He stood there holding the baskets of groceries while you pointed out everything you wanted to the woman at the booth, smiling happily as you left the store with your arms full.

“You’re ridiculous.” He said flatly as he shook his head and situated the grocery bags in the saddle bags on each side of the horse. His words lacked any heat and you rolled your eyes as you watched him.

“What I am, is sick of sharing a closet with your mother.” He shot you a look. “No offense.”

A laugh escaped him as he finished, turning to you expectantly. It felt more natural now to step closer to the massive animal and he stared at you as you stood in front of him, making sure you were ready and nodding when you gave him an expectant look.

His hands were back on your hips, confirming to yourself that you were inching into delusional territory when your stomach lit up. He was easily lifting you almost above his head so you could swing your leg over the saddle, further forward than you had been.

You almost scooted back to your place but he was mounting before you could and you quickly realized he had placed you there purposefully, now sat behind you with his thighs on the outside of yours.

“Oh so I’m steering now?” You glanced back at him and he looked amused, taking off his hat and adjusting it before placing it on your head. You squinted at him and his mischievous expression before quickly facing forward when he was kicking his foot and whistling lowly to get the horse to start to move.

“Lucky is good to learn on.” He said simply and you suddenly considered steering you both into a lake when you heard his low voice now behind you and near your ear. “He’s gentle.”

“He’s huge.” You remarked plainly and this time when he breathed out a short laugh you could feel it on the back of your neck.

You rode in pleasant silence and the sun was far less brutal now that it was starting to set, the little bit of shine kept out of your eyes by his hat sitting comfortably on your head. You tried to ignore that flutter in your chest at the fact you were wearing his hat and riding his horse, back pressed to chest even if it was just for safety.

“Does it ever get annoying living in such a small town?” You mused in a calm voice after another group of people waved to Jungkook. “Running into ex girlfriends all the time I bet.”

He didn’t respond right away and you swore you thought you felt him tensing behind you. You glanced over your shoulder at him, hoping to find him wearing an amused expression and instead he was just staring at you blankly.

Your eyebrows furrowed for a long second before you were turning back forward with a mouth parted in understanding.

Suddenly it was awkward and you mentally punched yourself for being the one to bring the uncomfortable air to the conversation. Neither of you said anything and you somehow decided that was worse than whatever was about to come out of your mouth.

“Sorry. There’s nothing wrong with that, you know?”

“Just stop talking.” He grunted behind you, sounding more pained and embarrassed than angry with you. “It makes it way worse when you say stuff like that.”

You weren’t sure how anything could make it better but you genuinely didn’t think any less of Jungkook for not having a girlfriend before, if anything it felt a bit ridiculous considering what he looked like but you definitely could not say that to him.

Instead you just fell into a silence that you hoped wasn’t marking the return of your feud. You gave him another apologetic look in the barn after he helped you down and he sighed softly when he saw it, giving you his habitual nod and taking his hat off of your head gently so he could wear it again.

You found yourself unusually bored without the company of Jungkook who had disappeared into his room almost as soon as you got back.

You ended up sitting on one of the rocking chairs on the porch, your more affectionate cat napping in your lap while the other brushed against the wood arches. You were attempting to write in your journal but your mind was blanking or rather full of other things.

There was genuine guilt inside of you for accidentally making Jungkook feel embarrassed but you weren’t really sure what to do about it, finding him hard to read when it came to certain things.

It was easy to tell when he was tired of a particularly repetitive chore, when he felt irritated by his dad more than usual, and when he was getting moody because he was hungry but how did you make him feel better about something like this without making him more humiliated when you brought it up again.

The boy in question was interrupting your string of thoughts and half composed apologies when he was bursting through the front door.

You sat up quickly, eyes wide from the way it slammed against the side of the house and cracked on its old hinges. You were just opening your mouth to ask him what had happened when Minchul was storming out right behind him, his belt in his hand and an expression that made your blood run cold.

“Do it again until it's right.” He was screaming down the porch at Jungkook’s tense back that didn’t stop moving.

He didn’t seem afraid necessarily but rather furious as he made his way to one of the barns, shoulders squared and barely giving you a glimpse of the glare on his face before he slammed the large door shut and disappeared inside.

“That damn boy is useless.” Minchul spat to himself and you stared at him with a shocked and fearful glance. He faltered when he noticed you sitting there and sighed softly, body relaxing just enough for you to narrow your gaze. “Sorry you had to see that honey. You think he would know better by now.”

You didn’t dare respond to him, not trusting yourself to hold back from saying something that would get you or Jungkook in any trouble, or any more in his case. Your eyes drifted to the belt in his tight grip and he sighed again before heading back inside.

Supper was painfully silent and you felt terrible for Nari considering she had spent hours preparing it.

You made sure to hum softly after every few bites, exaggerating the noise so she would know you found it delicious. She gave you a knowing look across the table and smiled at you, breaking the quiet with a soft question about how you liked the town.

It was unlike you to speak at the dinner table but the men were clearly abandoning that role for the night so you and her exchanged gentle small talk while you all ate, trying to make the room feel less suffocating.

You’d understood after the first few nights that it was expected of you and Jungkook to do the dishes so you hugged Nari goodnight and drifted over to the sink.

You didn’t say anything, didn’t ask him if he was okay in fear of making it even worse. His shoulders were still tense like they had been earlier and the look on his face was bugging you, not used to seeing it compared to his usual expressions.

“I’m sorry.” He surprised you by being the first to speak, a low mutter as he took a wet plate from you and dried it off. “He shouldn’t have done that in front of you.”

You wanted to retort that he shouldn't have done it at all but that felt stupid and obvious, something you both already knew and didn’t need to voice. You just shook your head at his apology, not needing to accept one from him.

“You’re a good man Jungkook.” You finally decided to say plainly, not emotion in your voice so he could take the words as simple and true as they were.

He faltered with his hand in mid air, only a brief second before he was taking another dish.

When you were done washing you leaned against the counter next to you, watching him and waiting for him to finish up. He wasn’t looking at you but you knew he felt you staring. He sighed when he dried the last one and finally turned towards you.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that princess?” He said with exhaustion lacing his words and although the name was mocking, it still sent a jolt through your body.

“You know you’re handsome right?” You weren’t trying to flirt with him, especially not with this awkward air from what you had seen. You were just genuinely wondering if he had even noticed, unable to tell by the way he carried himself.

Jungkook stared at you with an unchanging expression, like he was waiting for you to say something else or even laugh at him.

It wasn’t the first time you noticed the sheer size of him, not exactly the tallest man you’d met but certainly making up for it by the width of his shoulders and the broad muscle on his chest. His father was a naturally large man with a round belly and tall stature but you imagined Jungkook could take him quite easily in terms of strength.

“C’mere.” You baited softly, not moving from the counter and just watching him with an almost expressionless face. He took a few seconds but his feet were eventually moving and he was a few feet closer to you now.

Your hand was on his arm, gentle and tracing as you squeezed it lightly but kept your gaze locked on his face. His body was locked with tension as he looked at you, almost curiously.

“No girlfriends but..” You faded off when you saw the flash of annoyance pass over his face, not liking that you were bringing this back up again. “Have you ever hooked up with someone?”

The question lingered in the air adn you almost wondered if he was planning on rejecting you. He hadn’t done anything that made you think he was necessarily interested in you the way you were becoming interested in him but you knew you were relatively pretty and he clearly didn’t mind your company, showing it in his own stoic way.

“What’s it matter?” He mumbled back, shifting a step or two closer like he hadn’t realized he was.

His lack of an actual answer inside the response told you what you needed to know and he seemed to understand that considering the way he sighed.

“Do you think I’m judging you?”

Your head had cocked as you said it and he let out a humorless laugh at the earnest way you asked it.

“Aren’t you?” He retorted and it was a bit more heated than his voice had been before, defenses clearly up despite the way your hand was still smoothing over his arm as you had this conversation. “I’m not some loser.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the outburst, wondering when he had drawn that conclusion. It wasn’t that surprising that a southern boy would associate sexual experience with masculinity or social class but you shook your head.

“I already told you what I think of you Jungkook.” You answered back, stopping your hand from rubbing his skin and letting it just rest instead. “I think you’re a good man.” Your tone was gentle and smooth so he didn’t have any reason to think you were making fun of him. “And that you’re handsome.”

Your hand moved to sit on his firm chest and you could feel the way his heart raced underneath your palm, fast and pounding as you stared up at him. Jungkook might genuinely be the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, sun kissed skin and scars littering his body from a lifetime of hard work.

His features were strong and manly but paired with gentle eyes that watched you quizzically and you were sighing softly without even meaning to. You hoped you weren’t overwhelming him with your sudden forwardness but there was only so much time you could spend watching him think lowly of himself before you longer to inform him of the way others viewed him.

You leaned up on your tippy toes while simultaneously bringing his face down so you could kiss him softly, thumb rubbing his jaw and cheek.

He only hesitated for a second before he was kissing you back, taking a few steps forward until your back was hitting the counter again but this time with his body pressing against yours. Your mouths moved together eagerly and you made a small noise when his hands were on your hips, yours moving to play with the hairs touching the back of his neck.

His height and size was making you feel crazy as he tugged you against him, his strong arms around you and the thought of how easily he had lifted your entire body earlier made you feel warm as you made out desperately.

The sound of someone clearing their throat was making you jump away from each other and your eyes were both wide with panic as you saw his mother standing at the bottom of the stairs in her nightgown. Your chest was rising and falling both from the intense make out session and embarrassment.

“I-“ You squeaked out in an attempt to explain but nothing followed and you almost thought his mom looked amused.

“Goodnight.” She said softly before turning back around like she hadn't seen anything. You’d expected to be sent up to your rooms for the night but clearly she was attempting to meddle by leaving you alone again.

The tension had popped and you awkwardly looked at Jungkook.

Jungkook let out a shaky breath as he watched his mom go back upstairs, his heart still beating like a drum in his chest. His cheeks were still flushed red with embarrassment, and he ran a hand sheepishly through his hair as he looked at you with an unreadable expression.

He took a deep breath and the sound made you feel way worse. You shifted on your feet, not really knowing what to do in this situation. It felt so ridiculous that you couldn’t help yourself from bursting out into soft laughter and he gave you a disbelieving look.

Your forehead fell against his chest as you laughed softly, eyes squeezed shut from embarrassment. You felt his body shaking slightly as he joined you in your giggle fit and you were glad he wasn’t taking this as seriously as you feared he might.

You could feel his hand in your hair as he brushed it out of your face and your laughter faded off into a warm smile as you looked up at him, rocking onto your tiptoe to press against him in another kiss. It was much sweeter this time, lacking any real heat.

Only until his hands were back on your hips and then you couldn’t stop yourself from parting your lips and pushing deeper, grateful he had understood what you wanted when he pushed you back against the counter and tilted his head with yours.

It was picking up in pace again and your tongue was moving against his bottom lip, whining softly when he licked against your own and bringing one of your hands back to rub his hard chest.

“You’re a good kisser.” You remarked against his mouth and you could quite literally feel him smirk, the realization making you feel like you were truly going crazy.

“You’re pretty.” He said back in that same monotone voice he always had and you smiled at the now familiar sound of it. His hands tensed against your hips and you quickly got what he wanted, kissing him again with more fever after his compliment towards you.

You weren’t sure how you went from arguing with him a few weeks ago to making out desperately in his kitchen but it was hard to dislike the change in things when it felt so good, barely able to pull yourself away from him when he was whispering into your mouth that you needed to get some sleep.

He was right and you knew that but he practically had to maneuver you both towards the bedroom hall, stopping to kiss you along the way and laughing when your hands were stubborn in their exploration of his strong arms.

You’d closed your door and immediately pressed your back against it as you sucked in a deep breath, waiting until you heard his own close down the hall before you were throwing yourself on the bed and screaming into the pillow.

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The next morning left you feeling slightly anxious and embarrassed, nervous to face Jungkook with your new development and downright terrified to see his mother.

She was alone in the kitchen when you ventured down and you froze at the bottom of the staircase, considering turning around and booking it back up the stairs until her gentle gaze landed on you and it was too late.

“C'mon honey, I won’t bite.” She said with amusement lacing her words and your shoulders halfway relaxed. You blushed and walked fully into the room, avoiding the counter she had seen Jungkook pressing you against last night like it was infected.

“I’m so sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to disrespect you and your house.” You said quickly with a sigh as you sat on one of the stools, not even planning to address it but unable to stop yourself from feeling foolish.

She watched you with patient eyes as you spoke it in one breath and then smiled gently. “I haven’t seen my baby smile like that since he was a boy. I know he’s a grown up now and he does what grown ups do.” Your face flushed at the implication and you suddenly wondered if she had already figured this was happening. “I think you’d do him some good.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to her kind words and you stayed quiet and stiff on the stool.

The floorboard creaking made you turn back to the doorway and you froze even more when you saw Jungkook standing there, his expression alerting you to the fact he had been there longer than you had realized and most likely eavesdropping.

“Hi.” You instinctively breathed out when you noticed him, ridiculously handsome in the early morning.

He cleared his throat and entered the kitchen, giving his mother a soft kiss on the cheek as a greeting before placing his hands on the island and looking at you awkwardly. “Hey.”

Nari suddenly decided she had something to do that involved her going out to the chicken coop but you didn’t miss the instigating look she shot him over her shoulder as she left. You almost thought his cheeks were tinged pink as he quickly looked away from her and your lips curled upwards just enough for him to sigh.

“Listen I-”

“Do you want to do something with me today?” He had cut you off and then froze like he hadn’t even realized you were speaking.

Your eyes were a little wide as you stared at him, forgetting what you were even trying to tell him, most likely something that would give him the option to pretend the kiss had never happened but you liked his idea a lot better.

“Something like.. other than chores?” You half teased as you reminded him that you did something with him almost every single day if farm work counted. He was nodding his head swiftly and going between avoiding looking at you directly and staring into your eyes intensely. “Yes Jungkook, I would. That sounds very nice.”

He looked overly relieved that you had agreed and you began to really question his sanity if he actually thought you would reject him after what had happened.

Jungkook had instructed you that you would need a bathing suit and something comfortable to walk in, not leaving much to the imagination about what he wanted to do but leaving you excited regardless.

You almost asked him how he had gotten the two of you out of duties but you saw Nari carrying a small bag of hay as you stepped out onto the porch and realized quickly she must have agreed to help out today.

She was giving you a soft look and you returned it with a small smile and a wave goodbye, hearing the hinges creak behind you as he made his way out of the house and paused next to you to look at his mom as she disappeared back to the nearest barn.

“Ready?” He said softly and you nodded your head at him, glancing to the side and feeling glad to see him smiling subtly.

The new development between you did not change the fact Jungkook didn’t talk much but it did mean he let you be the one to shuffle through his CD collection until you found something you liked. He actually had a few things you managed to recognize and you put in the back of your mind to request a mixtape of his favorite tracks.

You preferred the windows down and wind blowing to the cold and sterile AC of your car back in the city, hair in your face and the now familiar scents that the warm air danced through the old truck being things you had grown used to faster than your usual that you had simply tolerated for two decades.

He was tapping the steering wheel to the music and your eyes scanned over him briefly now that he was distracted.

He had abandoned his button up flannels for the day in place of a loose shirt that was tucked into his jeans and belt in random places, showcasing his large belt buckle that you had started to think was his signature.

Clearly you were obvious enough that he caught on to the feeling of you staring because he was sending you a sideways glance that made you laugh. Most guys would probably smirk cockily if they noticed you checking them out like that but Jungkook was certainly not most guys, quickly facing forward again and swallowing hard.

You watched from the side mirror as dust kicked up nearly to your window, feeling him shift gears as he pulled off onto the side of the dirt road.

There was nothing special about the area he stopped at, a simple stretch of road with trees canopy over the top and giving you a nice break from the sun. You looked at him, curious why he was stopping.

“Cmon.” He said and his eyes flashed with something bright before he was getting out of the driver's side and gesturing for you to slide across the bench seat of the truck so you could come out his door.

His hand was reaching out to grab yours, helping you out smoothly and the act made it so you were standing almost as close as you were the night before. He took a few seconds to let his eyes dart over your face before he was stepping back and keeping his hand over yours.

“It’s through here.” He breathed and you nodded, letting him gently guide you through the trees and brush.

You could see a faint desired path, dirt in place of grass where people had been stepping and venturing off from the road like you were now.

Luckily it wasn’t a long walk considering you were not exactly accustomed enough to the outdoor life to enjoy branches in your face but you were glad you had heeded his warning about comfortable shoes.

You felt his hand squeezing yours as he slowed his pace, leaving you almost stumbling into his back from your lack of paying attention.

He glanced back at you as you came to a stop beside him, hands wrapping around his arm similarly to the way you had held him at the market. He stepped to the side more so you could see what he was bringing you towards and your mouth parted.

The quarry was only a little bigger than a pond, surrounded on all sides by trees and tall rock walls that glistened from the water splashed on them by the numerous small waterfalls in various places alongside it.

The water was a beautiful blue-green shade that looked especially inviting given the heat today and there was a small slope that led to a patch of sand, sporadic bushes of flowers and long hanging vines decorating the empty spaces.

“Wow.” You breathed out as you stepped out of the tree line, walking along the top of the quarry until you could shuffle your way down the slope towards the beach.

Jungkook stayed right behind you, silent and squeezing your hand every so often whenever the path got a bit steep. You were grateful considering how little focus you had now that you were presented with such a beautiful sight.

“Do you like it?” He was asking softly when you made it to the waterline, the area even more breathtaking from down below. Your eyes scanned over the quarry walls around you now and you almost felt emotional.

You’d never seen anything even remotely similar to this and it was overwhelming you a little bit. It was like an oasis hidden just off the dirty road, untouched by civilization and nurtured by the elements around you.

“It’s amazing.” You turned to face him and he looked pleased that you were excited, biting the inside of his cheek and nodding as he took off his hat and placed it on a nearby log.

Your eyebrows raised in question before he was shifting backwards and kicking off his boots, a laugh of disbelief leaving you in a single breath.

The girlish giggle was leaving you before you could stop it and you didn’t care enough to feel embarrassed about the sound, hurriedly removing your easiest layers before pulling your dress over your head and leaving you in your bathing suit.

When you emerged from the lacy fabric you were greeted by a shirtless Jungkook and you fully froze, eyes locking on his chest and the full expanse of his tattooed sleeve that you’d been catching glimpses of whenever he wore a shirt.

You already knew he was strong, easily detectable by his stamina and how much he could move and carry without breaking a sweat. Plus the telling veins lining his forearms that pulses whenever he shifted or gripped something.

None of these small tidbits could’ve prepared you for the sight of Jeon Jungkook shirtless and you couldn’t even bother to disguise how intensely you were staring at his toned chest and the happy trail wedged between hard ab muscles.

Jungkook seemed to not even notice the way you were looking at him but that probably had something to do with the fact he was staring at you the same exact way, hair messy from removing your dress that now sat at your feet.

You imagined at another time it could’ve been heated but instead it was bashful, almost shy as you both came to reality and looked away in sync. Your cheeks felt warm again and you squinted up at the burning sun like it was the cause and not the pull in your stomach.

It was easier to run towards the water than face him again and he seemed to agree considering you could hear the sound of him entering right behind you.

The two of you splashed and played for nearly an hour, throwing handfuls of water and filling the echoing quarry with your shrieks and laughter as you did so. Your stomach was aching from how hard you were laughing and your cheeks felt even worse, in the best way possible.

You’d even begun to wonder if you had ever actually smiled before this exact moment, the happiness rushing through you feeling so foreign. You were completely detached from yourself.

The wealth of your family name, the cold expressions you both faced daily and learned to force onto yourself and even the heaviness of the city air and its routine were all fading from your mind. Right now you were simply a girl having fun in a beautiful place with a boy that liked you enough to free his day and show it to you.

Jungkook was either thinking similarly or simply recognizing your melancholy because the play splashing faded into the two of you slowly inching closer and closer in the water until your arms were looped around his neck and his settled warmly on your waist.

Your eyes were scanning over the parts of his chest that were not under the hazy water, cold fingers lightly tracing over the scars and marks littering his tan skin.

He was simply watching you, eyes on your face and only shifting away briefly whenever you made eye contact.

“Where'd you get this one?” Your voice was a whisper and it felt like the first time you’d talked in a while, smoothing over a particularly large mark spanning across his left collarbone all the way to his shoulder.

“Got bucked off Lucky when I was fourteen.” He said in a low voice, referencing the large horse you’d taken into town together. “Landed wrong on the wired fence.”

You nodded softly as he recounted the story, feeling a deeper warmth when you thought about teenage Jungkook and his mishaps as he grew into the practiced country man he was now. His hands squeezed your waist as your hand crept up to his cheek and you shifted closer.

“This one?” Your tone was more hesitant when you saw the look on his face at the touch, already knowing he’d be explaining that especially deep mark next.

“I was seventeen.” He started off slowly and you watched him, hand moving to cup his cheek and obscure the scar from your vision. His face instinctively pushed against your palm and he sighed. “Accidentally tipped a barrel of feed we were transporting to the neighbors. My dad sent me flying into the wall and I guess there was an old nail or something.”

It was the first time he had outwardly voiced what you already assumed and although you knew, it didn’t make it any easier to hear him say it.

“Has he always done that?” You whispered and he shook his head.

“Just when I became a teenager.” He said simply, like it wasn't a big deal to him. It probably wasn’t anymore and you couldn't help but frown softly, feeling worse when his eyes flashed with concern. “Happens less now.”

Another thing you didn’t need to hear out loud to understand. Jungkook was bigger now, stronger and harder to push around even if he allowed it up to a certain point. You had a feeling that he'd never lay a hand on his father to test the theory but you had full confidence he could lay him out if needed and you imagined Minchul had realized something similar.

You felt the words leave you, not exactly sure if that was what he needed anyways. There was nothing you could say that would make it stop and you figured he had thought of any reassuring phrases you would’ve come up with anyways.

There was only one thing that made sense to you and you hoped it was the right choice when you kissed him softly.

It was so gentle he barely felt it and then you were pulling back and pressing your forehead against his. His gaze was softer now and you could feel the wet droplets from his hair on your skin, his large hand leaving your hip underwater to hold your face and bring you into him again.

This time there was some heat behind the action, mouths moving together as you wrapped your legs around his middle to be as close as possible.

Jungkook kissed you deeply, a low noise sounding from his chest when you were tugging softly at his lower lip. It felt like a habit to tangle your tongue with his and you sighed against his mouth, one hand on his jaw with the other resting on his chest as he held you weightlessly in the water.

“Have I mentioned you’re a good kisser?” You breathed against his mouth and he made a low noise, used to your antics and teasing comments by now. His hands were under your thighs to keep you supported around his waist and you sighed as you fell back into a kiss.

It felt utterly ridiculous, disbelief still clouding your mind when you felt the butterflies in your stomach and the way your skin felt tingly wherever his hands traced. You had barely felt anything before you got here and suddenly your days were full of satisfying muscle aches and electric glances across the room with a boy who was holding you like he actually managed to care about you.

You felt like a fool for putting so much weight behind kissing him, behind being somewhere he considered special and laughing like little kids together.

“I am so happy you are here.”

All of your concerns faded away when he whispered the words against your lips, unable to keep kissing him but loving the way he pecked your mouth a few times before realizing you weren’t responding anymore and looking at you heavily.

Maybe he could tell it was something you needed to hear because one of his hands left your leg in favor of pushing your wet hair behind your ear, thumb tracing over your swollen lips.

“You mean that?” You accidentally whispered it and that felt much more vulnerable than you had meant it to come across, not able to stop yourself from seeking confirmation. You’d spent your entire life feeling like you were taking up space, a ghost in crowded conference halls and an investment only worthy of funding.

Jungkook had nothing to take from you, you had nothing to offer him here in this new version of you that you had barely begun to understand yourself and yet his eyes were soft and genuine as he nodded.

“I was just going through the motions before you.” He responded right when you needed to hear it most and the rare show of vocalized honesty from him hit harder. You could tell it was difficult for him to say these things out loud without feeling insecure and you appreciated it even more.

You kissed him eagerly and barely processed the way he was standing out of the water and easily carrying you to the shore, only recognizing your new location when your back touched the warm sand and you gasped softly.

It was swallowed by his mouth as he placed himself over you, holding his weight up with his left arm so he wasn’t exactly pressing against you. He felt even better in this position and your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him down and keeping his mouth moving with yours like it was the only way you could function.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed there like that, going between kissing heavily and whispering sweet words to each other that made your chest tighten so much it felt like it was going to explode.

The sun had started to set and you felt slightly chilled in your damp suit, flushing when he noticed your shiver and silently moved to help pull your dress back over your head. He stood from the sand, offering a hand to lift you up and steadying you before finding his discarded shirt.

It was silent on the way back to the farm but welcomed. You had abandoned the passenger seat in favor of sitting in the middle, laying your head on his shoulder and smiling every time his hand moved from the gear stick to rest on your bare knee.

He had his left arm out the window as he tapped the top of it occasionally along to the music but he quickly withdrew it when you pulled in the long driveway and saw the porch light still on. It was dark by now but not quite late enough to cause any suspicion, sky a dark blue as the sun fully set.

You were glad you had enough sense to scoot back into your seat because you passed the scattered trees and could now clearly see Minchul stood on the porch, not at all trying to pretend he wasn’t waiting for you.

Jungkook was tense and his face was dark in a way that pulled a pout onto your face, hoping you didn’t have a sour end to such a beautiful day.

He sighed as he parked the truck and you reached your hand over to grab his, his eyes darting to you quickly like he had forgotten you were sitting there with him. You watched as his shoulders dropped as they lost their tension and he gave you a soft smile and squeezed your hand in his.

You were both exiting the truck and you gave Minchul a small wave, only slightly surprised that he didn’t return it. He was still keeping up the charming and friendly persona with you but clearly it didn’t matter when his hard gaze was locked on his son.

“How were the Johnsons?” He said lowly and you knew better than to respond or showcase any confusion on your face even though you had no idea what he was talking about.

“The Johnsons?” Jungkook’s voice was casual as he walked, barely faltering at the question and not even glancing at his dad as he stepped onto the porch. You stayed on the yard and watched them, breath held as it almost seemed like they were sizing each other up. You weren’t used to seeing any defiance from Jungkook and it worried you. “We were at the Lee’s. Mary said hello.”

He went inside, sending you a glance as he did and you stood there silently.

Minchul scoffed and you saw his jaw clench in annoyance, clearly wanting to test Jungkook and catch him in a lie. Nari and him must have come up with a cover story beforehand about where you two were the entire day, something you stupidly hadn’t even considered.

His gaze fell on you and while it wasn’t as icy, it still didn’t look thrilled to see you. You were glad you had become so accustomed to having a flat expression because the last thing you wanted was to be the one who fucked it up and got the both of you in trouble.

“Thank you for letting us have some time off.” You said softly, tone as polite as you could manage and he stayed very still for a few more seconds before giving you a small smile and nodding. You stayed there as he turned to head inside, finally letting out the breath you were holding.

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It was difficult to know Jungkook was so close yet also understanding spending unnecessary time with him could get you in trouble potentially. You knew you were both adults but it was his fathers house and clearly he didn’t have sound reasoning for his hatred towards Jungkook.

As much as you wanted to lounge in his room with him and listen to music, you settled for opening your door and letting it float down the hallway towards you as you journaled.

You were back to chores the next morning like normal and you couldn’t help the shy smile on your face when you saw him in the kitchen. He returned it and you felt his foot nudge against yours when you slid onto the stool beside him, side eyeing him playfully as Nari brought you both a plate of breakfast.

There was a welcomed silence as you ate rather quickly and then you were both slipping out of the house, soft giggles escaping you at the fast way he walked towards the barn. He glanced behind you towards the house and must've determined the coast was clear because he was scooping you off of your feet to get you there quicker.

“You’re insane.” You laughed and slapped against his shoulder as he bridal style carried you into the barn, rounding the corner and setting you down when you were out of sight.

“Is that a bad thing?” His eyebrow went up and you narrowed your eyes jokingly, a bright smile on your face as you stared up at him. “Maybe I just missed you.”

You still weren’t used to the quiet boy you had grown accustomed to being able to say the most devastating things like he didn’t even realize what they did to you. You sucked in a breath at the statement and it wasn’t long before he was kissing you again.

There seemed to be a mutual addiction to the action now that you’d done it a few times and you were glad you weren’t alone in that, not sure what you would do if he wasn’t so willing to kiss you all the time.

Kissing you didn’t seem to be the only thing on Jungkook’s mind because it wasn’t long before he had you laid back against a blanket over the hay, making you half wonder if he planned this or if it was just a spontaneous decision. Either way you appreciated the gesture, not sure you could enjoy the way he was kissing down your neck as much if you had scratchy grass poking you back.

“Jungkook.” You gasped his name out when his teeth brushed over your collarbone and his back hardened at the sound for a second before he was humming, low and sensual as he questioned the reason for your call. “More.”

He picked his head up long enough to look into your eyes, scanning over your face with a dark expression you hadn’t quite seen from him. It was similar to the way he looked when he was particularly focused on a hard task but there was something deeper there and you suddenly felt flustered.

“Tell me what you want.” It was a soft instruction that subtly reminded you he didn’t really know what he was doing.

“Anything, just…” Your hands were in his hair and you kissed him softly as you tried to collect yourself, distracted by the way he was looking at you and the weight of his body on top of yours. “Just you. I just want you.”

That seemed to be enough for him to forget his inexperienced based hesitance because his mouth was back on yours, sloppy and hot in a way that made a shiver go down your spine. His hands moved under your dress, pushing it up so it sat under your ribs and exposed your lower half.

He went back to kissing down your neck and this time he didn’t stop at your dress, skipping your covered section and shifting his body further down so he could have his mouth on your stomach. You sucked in a gasp at the sensation, keeping your hands in his hair to keep yourself grounded under the illusion of some control.

It was a world changing sight to see him down between your legs like that, eyes darting from your lace panties back up to your face to make sure you were feeling okay. You imagined he was being met with a very eager expression on your face, nearly pleading as you took in his messy hair and doe eyes.

The first press of his lips alongside your inner thigh was almost enough to ruin your life and you whined softly, shifting your knees further apart so he had no issue getting where he needed.

“Quiet down princess.” The already low drawl of his voice had taken an even deeper tone and you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut like you were pained at the idea of silence. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.”

He had no idea the way he was wrecking you with the pet names, made even more clear by the way his mouth was on your core through the thin wet fabric of your underwear. Your hips bucked as you made a strangled sound and his hand was shooting up to hold you down, pressing against your stomach and kissing his teeth at you like you were an animal he was trying to settle.

The instinctive way he attempted to tame you made your head spin, not even realizing how sexy you would find that until he did it.

“Jungkook.” You were breathing again and shifting your hips upwards, heat surging through you when you realized you weren’t even able to move under his strong hold. He was easily pressing you against the blanket with one hand and one of yours moved from his hair to pull at the waistband of your panties.

He didn’t need you to explain that to him, hurriedly sitting up enough that he could pull them down your thighs and grunting a little when you kicked them away, settling back between your legs and taking a deep breath at the sight of you bare.

“Please.” You pleaded and he looked back up at you.

“You want it baby?” He said lowly, a whole new persona to him you hadn’t even begun to fantasize about and you nodded eagerly, eyes a little glassy. “Want me to taste you?”

You made another high pitched impatient sound and he laughed a little, breath hitting your wet folds making your body tighten for a second.

He was finally done teasing you and you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet like he requested as soon as his mouth was on you, hands moving to your knees to keep your legs from clamping around his head as he licked against you.

“Oh fuck.” You whined and he closed his eyes at the taste of you, tongue slow and testing as he explored what areas brought the biggest reaction out from your lips. He was clearly a good kisser in more than one way because you felt like you were going to pass out just from the way his mouth moved, getting more eager the more comfortable he got.

Your hips rocked forward against his face as much as his grip allowed, searching for friction and finding it when his nose brushed against your sensitive clit. His mouth quickly followed, tongue working your bud and bringing noises out of you that you didn’t even know you were capable of.

“Feels so good.” You mewled and he groaned against you, sending another wave of pleasure and longing through you.

“It’s good princess?” He was breathing heavier from the lack of oxygen considering he hadn’t taken his mouth off of you since he got down there and you almost laughed at the sound of it. You weren’t sure if he was dirty talking or genuinely looking for reassurance but you nodded eagerly regardless, hands tangling back in his hair and pressing his face back between your legs.

“Make me cum.” You said the order softly, more of a plea than anything and he took it easily, practically making out with your cunt in his desperation to give you what you wanted. Jungkook was clearly a pleaser and you found it even more stupid nobody had jumped his bones yet, although a possessive flare surging through you every time you remembered you were his first.

You did a terrible job keeping quiet as he ate you out and you figured the rough way he was squeezing your thighs was meant to be reminders but you ignored him in favor of rolling your hips along with his mouth, biting your lip to keep from outwardly screaming when you realized you were about to cum.

Your grip in his hair tightened almost painfully and your breathing picked up, chest rising and falling in heavy pants as you got closer. Luckily Jungkook knew enough to not stop, pressing his tongue against your hole with his nose nudging your clit and bringing you to release so suddenly you felt dizzy.

“What the fuck?” You felt almost startled by how fast and intensely he made you finish and he slowed down, eyeing you curiously and almost looking like he was smiling. He kissed your thighs a few more times softly before he was coming back up on top of you.

You moaned when he was kissing you out of nowhere, not even slightly disgusted at the idea of tasting yourself and instead eagerly licking into his mouth.

“Wait.” You gasped into it and he barely slowed, only pausing to kiss the corners of your lips and let you speak. “What about you?”

Your hand was inching between your bodies to feel his hard length but you faltered when you felt the wet patch on his pants instead. His body tensed on top of yours and your eyes went back to his face, taking in his embarrassed expression and feeling a million different types of warmth rushing through you suddenly.

“Fuck.” He said in one breath, eyes shutting tight for a second like he was willing himself to disappear.

“That might be the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.” You said far too loud for the quiet barn and he looked at you like you were crazy, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks turning pink when he processed the dazed out look returning to your face. “You came in your pants from eating me out? Are you even real?”

He was frozen for a long few seconds with that same expression before he was pushing out a singular disbelieving laugh and resting his head on your shoulder. You giggled as he groaned into your hot skin, hand coming back up to his hair to pet it gently this time.

You didn’t move for a bit, kissing softly until the heat was beginning to feel too intense now that you didn’t have a mind numbing distraction.

“We have to do our chores.” You whispered against his lips and he sighed softly, knowing you were right.

He was gentle as he helped you stand up, sitting you back on a wood slate so he could pull your underwear backup and adjust your dress. His hands were smoothing through your hair to help control it, picking loose pieces of grass and straw as you watched his face.

The barn was quiet as you reached up to cup his face, pulling him in for another kiss and sighing softly when you felt him smiling.

“What are you doing to me?” You almost groaned as he pulled away again, tugging you off of the wood so you were standing in front of him. You were close enough for your chest to press together and you craned your neck to look up at him.

“It’s mutual.” He responded easily and you felt like you were really going crazy.

Luckily he had more sense than you and was backing up a few feet to pop the tension filled bubble and help keep you focused. It was almost impossible to watch him do chores now that you knew what was hidden under his shirt, and became familiar with those grunts in a different context.

You worked through the day together and kept your shy smiles and loaded glances to as much of a minimum as you could manage.

Supper was much more pleasant today and you felt like things were starting to really flow nicely around here, your heart feeling content as you and Nari joked around over the meal and the men listened with fond smiles.

Your gaze went to Jungkook for the hundredth time today and you found him already watching you, eyes bright and a smile on his face that you usually didn’t see at dinner time. He must have felt similarly to you about how good the day was because he didn’t look away, holding your eyes affectionately.

When you finally blushed and looked away, your line of sight landed on Minchuk and you froze.

He was staring at you with an expression of understanding, like he had just figured something out. His jaw tensed as he looked towards Jungkook and you felt red hot fear in your chest.

Jungkook had started conversing calmly with his mother and didn’t seem to notice the expression on either of your faces.

It wasn’t until your time to do the dishes that you even dared to look at him again, breathing a sigh of relief when he sunk against you for a hug.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, stretching on your tiptoes and burying your face in his neck as he circled his against your lower back. The fact it was overly sappy didn’t miss you but you couldn’t really care anymore, longing to be near him after any amount of time.

“I feel crazy.” His voice was slightly muffled by your hair and you smiled at the sound of it and the warm tone he only seemed to take when he spoke to you. “How did I miss you so bad when you are right here?”

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak without saying something even more ridiculous but he hopes he knows what you mean, what you want to shout into the quiet kitchen.

No, you aren't crazy. No you're not the only one feeling like this. No you don't understand it either.

You only see a glimpse of his eyes before you are kissing and you can’t even remember who started it, if you went on your tiptoes or if he bent down to your level to catch you in something so feverish it felt like you had gone a year apart. There was no way of knowing who backed your bodies up against the counter, whose hands explored the other's frame first and who decided completely abandoning the dishes was somehow a good idea.

The only thing you could pinpoint was the exact moment it ended and he was suddenly ripped from you in a way that was so jarring you felt your knees go weak like you were going to collapse without him.

It took you a few seconds to track his body, stumbled across the kitchen like he had gotten thrown. The icy expression on his face made you realize he had been, your eyes darting to Minchul standing only a few feet away with his chest puffed and his eyebrows pulled together in a way that made your mouth part in shock.

“What the hell do you think you are doing boy?” His voice was venomous and he made another move in Jungkook’s direction that had you covering your mouth, lips still wet from kissing him.

Jungkook didn’t move a muscle, not even slightly flinching or faltering his hardened expression. You wanted to shout at him that now was not the time to challenge his father, not after such a good day and certainly not over you. The look on his face told you that there was no point in trying to diffuse the situation, his shoulders squaring as he shifted his body defensively.

“Oh.” Minchul looked genuinely surprised under all the rage until a bitter laugh slipped out as he stared at Jungkook mockingly. “You’re tough ain't you. A real man now?”

“Minchul.” You said slowly, taking a step away from the counter and trying to put yourself in their peripheral vision. You had a light amount of hope that seeing you in the room might be enough to humble the angry man and also calm Jungkook down enough to at least hold this off. You had wondered if you should call out for Nari but you decided against it. “We.. we were just-”

“I know what you were doing.” He spat as he turned to look at you and the way he stared at you stole all of the hope from underneath you. It was the exact same way he looked at Jungkook and you knew that any effort he was putting into faking a charming persona was no longer applied to you.

“Watch it.” Jungkook was speaking for the first time and both of you snapped your gazes over to him.

His voice had never sounded like that and you felt a wave of fear run over you, not towards him necessarily but towards the outcome that would be caused by this level of anger coming from both of them. He clearly had no intention of pushing away his feelings and fauxing respect to get his dad off of his back, combative and aggressive now that you were being spoken down to.

“Y/N.” Minchul was speaking calm and slow but the way his glare never left Jungkook’s taut frame sent a shiver down your spine and your eyes widened. “Go outside honey.”

“I-” You went to object but he sent you another look that left no room for argument and you turned desperately to Jungkook. He was clenching his jaw and looking pained as he finally looked at you just long enough to give you a confirming nod. His face barely softened but it was noticeable to you, a silent act of reassurance that he would be okay.

You felt beneath yourself as you stumbled outside, not really sure what else to do with your body once you got out there. You got the strange urge to call your father even though he would never help you, even to call your mother who had been dead for most of your life.

Your brain was just searching desperately for solutions and even more so when you heard crashing from inside the house, tears springing to your eyes as you took a few more shaky steps away to try and put some distance between you and the grunts of anger and pain.

The sensible part of your brain noticed a light switching on upstairs as the volume increased, realizing Nari must have woken up and would most likely be rushing down to the kitchen and putting a stop to whatever was happening.

It was a power you clearly did not have and you felt so overwhelmingly useless.

You felt like you were outside for hours alone like that even though it was only a few breathless minutes before Jungkook was coming outside. He was walking fast and storming right past you, similarly to the way he had been the other week when Minchul brought out the belt on the porch.

“Jungkook.” You called out to him and your hands reached for his arm, heart clenching when you made brief contact before they were slipping off as he refused to stop. You started to chase after him without really thinking about it, needing to speak to him before you exploded. “Wait please.”

He whipped around at the crack in your voice and you faltered when you saw the blood on his lip and redness surrounding his eye and cheek. You were sure there were more marks you’d be able to pinpoint tomorrow and you were suddenly grateful for the moon lighting him up.

Your hands were coming up to cup his face instinctively as a wounded noise left you and he winced at the feeling of your hands on his injuries. Your mouth was opening and closing as you searched for the words to say, head shaking as you felt like you were about to cry or throw up or both.

“Did you know?” His voice was hoarse and your eyebrows automatically furrowed in confusion. It was asked softly but he scoffed at your expression and repeated it in a much harsher tone.

“Know what?” You almost begged, wanting so badly to understand him and be able to help in some way. You took a step closer and he looked pained by the action, your stomach turning at the way he avoided looking directly at you. “Did I know what Jungkook? What happened?”

He was quiet for a long time and you felt like the dirt underneath you was slipping away and finally waking you up from this dream you’d been living in. You half wanted to sink with it and wake up in your warm bed worlds away from here with vague visions of a beautiful cowboy and the other half was clawing at the collapsing ground and pleading for the dirt under your nails to stay until morning.

“Your dad owns the farm.” He said it so simply like it didn’t take the air out of your lungs and you shook your head, both in denial and confusion on what he was saying. His eyes were cold as he stared at you like he wasn’t sure if you were the enemy or not anymore. “He owns everything. You own everything.”

He emphasized the pronoun like he was trying to make it really clear to you that you played some type of role in this situation and you shifted away from him.

It suddenly made so much more sense to you, the way Minchul and your father interacted like they were forced to and the memories of coming here as a child feeling so foreign and locked away. How kind the Jeon’s had been to you and the pure fury towards you and Jungkook for getting involved, it was all a result of your father placing his polished shoe on another aspect of your life.

This time it wasn’t an apartment back in the city or your daily schedule, not even your name on the important document that locked you into the family business for life if anything tragic happened to him. Your father had managed to put his greedy hands on something you had deemed untouchable.

Jungkook had created a world for you that didn’t allow the bad stuff to exist, that blocked out every memory you had that was grey and cold. He had brought the sun to you and now you were learning your father had already staked his flag on its surface.

“What are you talking about?” You didn’t know what else to say and you could feel hot tears on your flamed cheeks now. You had never felt adrenaline like that, pure emotion and panic as your chest started to rise and fall quickly.

Jungkook was quiet as he watched you like he was conflicted about what to do. Once a particularly rough breath ran through your body he was softening his shoulders and gaze simultaneously, pulling you against his frame as you wracked with a heavy sob.

You hadn’t had a panic attack in years, since you were a teenager who could barely stand the sight of a crowded crosswalk or a presentation. There was no doubt in your mind that you would not be able to get out of the strong grip of it easily on your own and you sunk against him.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed and you pushed your face into his chest, muffling the strangled noise that left you. “Of course you didn’t know. I know you didn’t know.”

“I want to go home.” Is what you eventually breathed out even though you realized as soon as you said it that you weren’t sure what you were referring to. The thought of your apartment was only comforting until you remembered he didn’t even exist there and you sunk lower against him.

“We can go there.” He said back hurriedly like he had already considered that as an option. You felt terrible for not being in the state to talk to him properly, to ask him if he was okay and if he could face his father again. “I’ll take you, we can go home.”

You weren’t sure he knew what that meant to you but he was gently lowering you on the stairs and going back inside before you could tell him. His back was tense and you had half a mind to yell out for him to come back, to not go in and to stay with you where you could pretend you could keep him safe.

Instead of sitting there and feeling useless, you stood to your feet and chased after him.

He was already on his way back out and you bumped into each other, a startled sound leaving him as his hands reached out to grab your arms and steady you. You were still breathing heavily and now confused by how quickly he had returned, eyes going over his wide shoulders.

Nari was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a dim look on her face, stealing her of her usual warmth and soft glow. Minchul was nowhere to be seen but you could tell by the damage to the room that it had been a full blown scuffle between the two of them.

You felt devastated for her, knowing how much love and pride she held for her kitchen and the things she created. There were shattered plates and disarrayed decorations, a large hole in the wall that you had a bad feeling was created by Jungkook’s back. She met your eyes over his frame and you felt relief when she softened slightly at the sight of your swollen eyes and remorseful stare.

“Go on, honey.” She said in a voice so gentle it broke your heart, Jungkook’s hands tightening on your arms at the sound of it. “I’ll be alright here.”

He was shifting and you could hear the sound of the keys in his fingers now, only just feeling the cold metal pressing against your skin. You nodded swiftly at her and gave her one more heavy look that you hoped she would understand despite your lack of words, her smile in return making you believe she had.

Jungkook and you were quick to leave the house and you felt another sob go through you when he spared one last look towards the barn where Lucky and the other horses were most likely asleep for the night, knowing there was no certain timeline he would be able to see them again any time soon.

He was opening the passenger door for you and making a soft noise with his teeth to get your attention through your devastation, closing it softly once you were sitting on the bench seat.

You waited until he was sat and finished taking a few deep breaths, until you were squealing out of the driveway and pretending the light wasn't still on upstairs. Only after you were on the dirt road and heading towards uncertainty did you scoot over into the middle seat.

This time around you weren’t damp from the quarry water and your cheeks were not sore from smiling so hard you felt euphoric. There were no shy glances and no toeing the line between unlikely friends and something more. But there was the feeling of his hand wrapped around your knee like he was scared to forget you were there and the soft kisses you were laying on his bruised face as he drove.

Going back the same way you came but with your heart full of adoration and something much more real that you were too afraid to name just yet. You felt like your fantasy world was finally mixing into reality and the colors mixing with your cold gray was a lot less jarring knowing he was the one braving it all with you.

Jungkook released a soft breath when your head landed on his shoulder and you felt the weight of it all go with it.

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saw a pic of stag antlers as a hip tattoo on pinterest so now i’m putting in a formal request of james reacting to seeing them on u skdjsksnsjsj

james reacting to a tattoo you got just for him*. ⋆

cw: fluff but with suggestive content. james being feral. kissing (like, a lot). cursing. brief mention of needles and pain? not proofread!

a/n: can someone tell me if a hip tattoo is supposed to hurt? cause i got one last month and didn't feel a thing lmao. remember english isn't my first language!

he was not supposed to see it yet.

your skin was a bit sore from the needles, the flesh around it still flushed and tender after a few hours of getting it done. you intended it to be one of james’ birthday surprises, a way of capturing your adoration for him in a permanent way.

the plan was to get it done two weeks prior so the tattoo could have some time to heal. you scheduled an appointment at a tattoo studio in secret and told james you had to run some errands. clearly, you underestimated how difficult it’d be to hide the small patch of ink from your boyfriend.

he’s all over you the moment you step through the door, hands on your face, your neck, your waist— touching and kissing every part of you as if he hadn’t seen you in a long, long time. even if you saw each other this morning.

he carries you into the bedroom without stopping his assault to your mouth, he bites and licks and whines when your hands tug at his hair, breaking the kiss.

“mhm, jamie! what’s gotten into you?” you giggle.

“what? a man can’t show his precious girl how much he loves her?”

he sits at the end of the bed and pulls you by the waist, leaving you standing between his legs.

he tugs the end of your shirt and takes it off of you, pulling back just to see you properly, so eager and desperate.

his eyes roam over your body, going from your face to your shoulders, your chest, your tummy and your waist and—

he freezes.

oh shit

your hands fly to your hip, hiding the tattoo beneath them even though it’s pointless.

he blinks one. twice.

“angel, what— what is that?”

“it’s nothing!” you squeak, his eyes wide open connecting with yours, looking like a puppy waiting for a treat.

“ugh, it was supposed to be a surprise!” you groan.

“a surprise? for me?”

“for your birthday, jamie” you murmur, the tone of your voice reflecting how disappointed you are for ruining this.

he places a hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing slowly your cheekbone. he smiles.

“angel, for me every day i get to spend with you feels like my birthday. could you please show me?”

you sigh, a defeating sensation growing in your chest.

“okay.”

your hands sluggishly reveal the small design on your hip, and james’ eyes grow bigger again at the sight of it.

he’s not talking, making you even nervous and wondering why you ever think this was a good idea. “it’s uh, you… kinda.”

he inspectionates it carefully, the tip of his fingers ghosting over the tender skin as if he was caressing a small and delicate flower.

“you got a tattoo… of me?” he says, astonished.

“don’t make it weird,” you whine. “i just thought—”

he cuts you off with a kiss. the kiss.

his hands pull you by the neck until you’re on top of him, shirtless and straddling his lap.

he kisses you with so much adoration you’d never felt before. his tongue brushing against yours with such need that saliva starts running down your chin, he might as well be worshipping you with his tongue in your mouth instead of on his knees.

and he groans, low and helpless.

“you’re not allowed to show this to anyone. ever. it’s mine. it’s mine.” then he places a kiss right above the tattoo, and another, and another like a prayer.

breathless, you feel him smile on your skin when he mutters:

“i love you so fucking much.”

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letteremi · 1 day ago

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why, oh why, were you grouped with Satoru Gojo for this group project? It's like he's determined to make your life (and your face) a hot mess. ie. where you've been assigned a roleplay for a university assignment, and you land the 'desired' role of Satoru's partner. he's insufferable, but it turns out that, maybe, just maybe, he's a better partner than you thought.

pairing: gojo x fem!reader

warnings/tags: university au, swearing, suggestive content (16+), creepy man in alley, shoko as buffer, satoru with glasses, gojo is a little shit, protective gojo, banter, group project, satoru has a crush, fluff, slight angst??????

wc: 1.5 k

a/n: so like this was meant to be a drabble but now it's a oneshot-ish

When you landed a spot at Jujutsu University’s prestigious radiography course, you were not expecting roleplay to be one of your key assignments. Which brilliant, bright brain decided that play acting was worth 20% of your grade? And then again, which science-driven, ingenious professor made it so the three available roles in this little show were: the radiographer, the patient, and the patient’s partner.

Shoko, with her quick wit and even faster intellect, snapped up the role of radiographer before you could even protest. And as luck would have it, losing a game of rock paper scissors landed you the prime position of the partner, with Satoru Gojo as the ill-fated patient.

The man in question is now twirling a pen in his long fingers, legs propped up on the table beside his dimmed laptop, and leaning back in his chair like he’s on vacation, and not the dingy basement library of your university, where the air is stale, and the coffee is ridiculously overpriced and bitter. His glasses are pushed into his snowy hair, the ruffled strands chaotically tousled, as he hums aloud to the tune of we didn’t start the fire.

Aforementioned, disgusting coffee sits next to your buffering laptop right now, the hot, foul tasting liquid having cooled down — a testament to the hours that you’ve been locked in the study room.

“Say, my beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, lover,” Satoru drawls, as if on a soap opera stage, his legs sweeping off the table and onto the floor with a finality. “Do you agree with this line in your part of the script?”

Satoru’s icon flashes with menace and mischief after the sentence he’s clearly just typed.

“Please save him! Please save my devastatingly handsome husband! I don’t think I could live without the banging se—” You cut yourself off abruptly.

“Fuck you.”

“So close! Your line is actually: Satoru is the light of my life, my guiding star, my one and only. Doesn’t that give you the chills?”

You shoot him a look that could kill a lesser man. But unfortunately, your jibes and digs only seem to make Satoru stronger. “Shoko, is it too late to give him penile calcification instead?”

Shoko sighs like a long-suffering parent, pulling the laptop closer to her like it might shield her from the god-awful exchange between you and Satoru. “Sorry, I’ve already officially locked in our condition, but I like your thinking.”

An offended gasp escapes the boy’s lips, theatrical and dramatic for his audience of two.

“Betrayed,” Satoru croaks, slumping dramatically across the table as if mortally wounded. The pen he was twirling clatters to the floor, landing with the softest thud. “And after all we’ve been through together, too.”

You fold your arms, unimpressed. “The only thing you and I have been through together is a terrible bio prac.”

He presses a hand to his heart, which beats painfully in his chest. “Exactly. A bond forged in suffering.”

Bickering ensues, your sharp comments deflected with Satoru’s carefree banter with ease — the script long forgotten.

“Okay, you two, take a break.” Shoko cuts through, slicing through the squabbling like its butter. “Get out, walk.”

“Anything to escape script writing,” you agree. “Even if it means having to spend time with him.”

Satoru rolls his eyes, though they lack real bite. “This is not how you treat the love of your life.”

But he doesn’t need any further prompting, leaping to his feet, extending his hand towards you like he’s your knight in shining armour, and not the devil trying to drag your GPA down. With a sigh, your icy-cold hands meet his warm ones, and you’re slipping out the glass door and ascending the steps, following his lead.

“Where are we going?” “To get some fresh air, genius.”

When the chilly night air meets your cheeks, you retreat into your puffer with a shiver. The neon lights of the cafe beam at you from the distance, reflecting like a beacon of hope in trying times. Satoru takes one look at your shudder-stricken form, and your longing gaze at the $3 coffee! sign.

“Be right back.” With that, he’s off, hands shoved into his pockets and hunched into his sweater. “Stay here, and….cool off, yeah?”

You stare at his back, slack-jawed. Did he seriously just leave you standing in the cold? Alone?

Seriously, what kind of man does that? Actually, now that you think about it, Satoru Gojo doesn’t count as a man…more like, your worst nightmares wrapped up in some gorgeous 6 foot something skinsuit.

The street is nearly deserted at this hour, all damp pavements and the occasional whoosh of a car flying past. You lean against the stone wall, dusted with lichen and moss, rubbing your hands together and wondering if Gojo is buying the entire cafe or just a single drink.

That’s when you sense it. The all too familiar unease that trickles down your neck, icing your spine with a chill that has nothing to do with the sub-zero temperature.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His breath is uncomfortably hot, too close, way too close.

Another creep. The joys of being pretty, female, and young. Woop dee fucking doo.

You flick your gaze towards the leering man, keeping your eyes sharpened as they could slice him to bits right then and there. An undercurrent of fear strikes you then, but you can’t let it show. You dig your own hands into your pockets, thumb your airpod case, hoping the bulge of your hand underneath your clothes is enough to imply that you’ve got some weapon hidden, and not just your favourite extrovert deterrent — noise cancelling feature for the win!

“Waiting for someone?” His gaze drags up and down your body in a way that leaves a sour taste in your mouth, the alarm bells in your head ringing with fervour now.

You straighten up, take a small step back. “Yeah, he’s on his way back.”

“Oh? Pretty girl like you shouldn’t wait all alone.”

He moves in closer.

Your stomach flips. The street lamp flickers, dousing you in darkness for a brief, fearful moment. When it alights again, he’s nearly on top of you, leering closer. His breath stinks like plaque buildup and alcohol.

Before you can back up again, a familiar voice slices through the tension like a blade.

“Pretty girl like her definitely shouldn’t be waiting with you.”

Satoru is there in an instant, his blue eyes glacial beneath his glasses, like he alone could freeze the pervert. He’s holding a steaming beverage like a weapon, one that he’s not afraid to dump onto the man if he takes another step closer. The other hand has found itself wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he stares down. There’s a razor-sharp edge to him, a dark glint that sets your unease to rest.

The weirdo stops in his tracks, something like regret dawning on his face.

“You’ve got about three seconds to make better life choices,” Satoru continues, his voice light, but his jawline tenses in a way you’ve only ever seen when some guy debates him with the most incorrect facts you’ve ever heard, and his veins bulge in the low light.

The creep looks between the two of you, at Satoru’s threatening eyes, eyeing his firm body — which you could feel pressed up against you right now. Then, he backs up, hands raised like a child who got his hands caught in the cookie jar. “Whatever, didn’t mean any trouble.”

“Course you didn’t,” Satoru replies breezily, though he doesn’t waver until the guy melts into the dark.

And then he’s turning to you, expression softening as he holds out a warm takeaway cup like a peace offering.

“Sorry that took forever,” he says. “Didn’t think that’d happen.” Satoru exhales, his breath fogging the air. “You must be frozen by now.”

The cup is blisteringly hot against your frigid palms. “It’s okay. You have a terrible sense of time, by the way.” Fumbling your way back into the easy banter you’ve grown accustomed to when it comes to him, you did not want to rehash the details of that encounter.

He grins, eyes crinkling. “And yet, I’m right on time when it counts.”

And even though your heart is thumping, you can’t help the small, reluctant smile that tugs at your lips.

You take a tentative sip. “This is my go-to order?” You phrase it like a question, the tail end of your sentence lilting up in confusion, because no way did Satoru Gojo remember your favourite coffee order.

“Yeah, duh. That stupid drink label is always plastered across the cup when you slam it on the table. We’re well acquainted.” He says it like it’s nothing, but a pink fluster that has nothing to do with the weather, rises to his cheeks.

“You’re such a good partner,” you tease, and that’s when you realise Satoru’s arm is still wrapped around you.

“Come on, wife,” he mumbles, turning his cheek to avoid the knowing glint in your eye. “The project calls. Shoko must be wondering where we are.”

And so you walk back to the dusty library, descending the staircase with your hands warm and heart full.

And Satoru? Satoru never lets you go.

Not now, not ever.

Maybe it’s not so bad, being paired up with Satoru Gojo, after all.

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jut-and-dae-enthusiast · 1 day ago

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Calling Them “Oppa” Just to See Their Reaction

(8/8) Jeongin

Warnings: slight angst, Jeongin feels insecure, argument

Note: Thanks for all the love on this series! Excited for the next one :) (also this is my first time writing innie so pls be nice thanks)

Being the maknae had its perks. Jeongin would be the first to admit it. His hyungs doted on him often and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the attention. But when it came to you, it irked him. He hated when you babied him, even if it was just in a loving way. He would sigh and roll his eyes any time your voice would get high and squeaky.

On those weekends where Jeongin was basically living in the recording studio, you would try to make time to go out with your friends. This particular weekend, your friend group decided to go to your favorite bar. Everything had started out fine- the music was good, the drinks even better. You all were laughing and dancing and having a generally good time until a group of extremely drunk gentlemen wandered in your direction. They were creepy from the start, a little too handsy for any of your liking. You and your friends were trying to leave, but these guys somehow would cut you off and every attempt. Overwhelmed, you pulled out your phone and called the first number in your recent calls.

"Hello?" The Aussie accent rasped over the line, his voice sounding exhausted.

"Hey, Chris. I'm sorry to bother you, but there are some guys who won't let us leave the bar. Can you come help?" Your voice wobbles a bit at the end.

"Of course. I'll be there soon." He agreed and hung up.

Within 20 minutes, you see Chris enter the bar with Changbin and Jeongin following close behind. They scan the room, eyes landing on you as they make their way over. Chris and Changbin are clearly putting on their "tough guy" act, chests puffing out ever so slightly. But Jeongin seems like he's not acting. Like he's truly angry, his jaw ticking as he makes his way over to you. His arm goes around your waist immediately, pulling you close to his side as the two of you follow everyone else out. His eyes shoot daggers at the drunk guys who are now slumped against a table. They yell out something, but you can't hear them over the sound of the music. When you get to the sidewalk, you lean your head into your boyfriend and sigh.

"Thanks for coming, Baby." You smile up at him, but when he looks down at you, his eyes are narrow.

"We'll uh, make sure everyone else gets home safe, yeah? Seems like you two need to talk." Chris looks between the two of you and nods. You agree, sighing softly as you watch them all walk away. The walk to Jeongin's car was quiet, his irritation radiating off of him. Once inside the car, you reached for his hand.

"Are you upset, love...?" You ask softly, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, you noticed? Yeah- I'm more than upset; I'm pissed." His grip tightens on your hand ever so slightly. "Why didn't you call me?" He inhales deeply through his nose, his eyes trained on something far away.

"I was just panicking and-"

"And you called the manliest person you could think of?"

"Baby, that's not-"

"Even though I'm your boyfriend, I wasn't the first person you thought of when you needed help. You always do this, Y/N. You treat me like I'm some little baby- do you know how awful that feels?" He sighs deeply and shakes his head, looking down. "I want you to see me as a man. I want you to know you can rely on me in situations like this. God I just... You make me feel so insecure. Like, I'm not enough just because you're a little older." Even though he's upset, his hand never leaves yours. His emotions are raw, straight from the heart. You give his hand an assuring squeeze and nod.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I had no idea you were feeling like this. I'll be more mindful going forward, okay?" You speak softly, wanting to honor his vulnerability. He turns his head ever so slightly to look at you and nods, the smallest smile starting to grow on his face.

About a week later, the two of you were out to dinner. Coordinated outfits, fancy meal, soft candle light. It was a dream, honestly. You were fixing your hair, looking at it scrutinizingly in your pocket mirror as you waited for your food. Jeongin quietly watched you from across the table, smiling softly to himself.

"Oppa, does my hair look okay?" You asked, glancing over at him. He blinked once. Then again. After the third blink, pink began to bloom on his cheeks.

"What?" Was all he could muster. You chuckle; his reaction is amusing enough for you to say it again.

"I asked if my hair looked okay. Oppa, are you even listening?" You smirk, giving his hand a squeeze. He breathes out a laugh and nods heartily.

"Your hair looks perfect, baby. Always does." Something about the way he speaks shows how pleased he is. His chest puffs out a little, his entire posture changing ever so slightly. A level of confidence that you've only seen from him on stage suddenly emanates from him. If something as simple as calling him "oppa" makes him feel this way, you would gladly call him such every single day.

Thanks so much for reading! Be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed :)

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ajeepgirl · 3 days ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66869350

Summary: During an intense battle, Kara pushes her way through a painful kryptonite forcefield, one similar to what Lena used just a few months ago. Seeing this, Lena has some questions for Kara. Questions that just might help them both finally face some final truths.

OR: A post-show scene to help these two useless love birds make the leap!

Kara sits next to her sister, surrounded by her friends, smiling widely. They are celebrating another victory. They had managed to stop a massive terrorist attack and apprehend the leaders of the organization, hopefully stifling their activities for a long time, if not stopping it permanently. It is a good day to be a Superhero.

But as the celebration carries on, Kara can’t help but notice the glances coming her way. Every so often she catches Lena staring at her. Lena’s eyes are full of thoughts, swirling with emotions that Kara isn’t quite sure she understands. It bothers her. After everything they have been through, all the highs and the lows, she feels like she knows Lena better than ever. But the looks she gets this evening; Kara just can’t decipher them. She knows Lena is processing something, clearly something to do with her, given how often she has caught Lena staring at her. But with everyone around, celebrating with food and drink and games, she can’t exactly pull Lena aside and ask her what is wrong. While Lena is perhaps a bit quieter than usual, it isn’t anything anyone else seems to notice. Lena still engages with others. She talks softly in a corner with Nia about magic, shares a glass of whiskey with Alex, and beats Brainy at a game of darts. To anyone else, Lena is engaged in the celebration as much as the others. But Kara notices. Lena engages with everyone else, but rarely with Kara throughout the entire evening, unless she is engaged with Kara and another person. Again and again, as she talks and drinks and plays darts with the others, her eyes drift back to Kara. Clearly, something is on her mind that she keeps coming back to. And whatever it is, it is causing her to be just the tiniest bit off with Kara.

As the party started to wind down, Lena volunteers to stay behind to help clean up. Again, not unusual behavior on Lena’s part. Anytime the party is at Kara’s place, Lena stays. That’s just the routine they have now. But Kara is sure tonight is different. Something is going on with Lena. And given how close they have gotten since reconciling, she is sure Lena wants to talk to her about it. Kara wonders if maybe something happened with her Foundation, but isn’t sure how that is possible, given the entire team spent the past several days dealing with the terrorist threat. Lena was locked in the entire mission.

Sighing to herself as she closes the door, she turns to see Lena busying herself with picking up various plates, cups, drinks, and other remains of the celebration.

“You know,” Kara says, trying to act normal, “I could just use superspeed and have this cleaned up in a few seconds.”

Lena chuckles. “Yes, but then I wouldn’t have an excuse to stay behind.”

Kara leans back against the door. “You know you don’t need an excuse. You can stay just because you want to.”

The heaviness of the statement hangs in the air between them. Kara means the words, deeply. And Lena knows it. Neither of them knows exactly how much she means it though. For months now, they have been dancing around each other in some sort of unspoken, weird, avoidance of the truth. Neither wanting to risk the delicate balance in their friendship that they had rebuilt since they had their falling out. Both seem content with what they have now. Neither seemingly want to admit they might want something more, a fear of shaking and destroying the balance they have found with one another – a fear too deeply rooted in them both at this point in their relationship.

Lena sits some dishes in the sink, drying her hands on a nearby towel before turning back to face Kara. She clears her throat, anxiety on her face. “There is something I want to ask you about.”

Kara pushes herself off the door and walks towards Lena. “Shoot.” She gives her a small smile of encouragement, thankful that Lena is being direct like this.

As Kara leans against the kitchen counter, relaxed and open, Lena tenses up, her hands squeezing one another as she searches for the words. She starts by stating, “Tonight. The battle.”

Kara’s forehead crinkle of confusion forms immediately. “What about it?” Kara thinks back. It was a straightforward fight. The enemy somehow had kryptonite, which the team decided to check more into tomorrow. But otherwise, it was just a bunch of bad guys with weapons like guns and bombs. Just their everyday sort of routine terrorism.

“The kryptonite,” Lena adds.

Kara’s face just gets more confused, her head tilting slightly to the side. She wonders if Lena is concerned about her. “What about it? Lena, I’m okay, I promise.”

Lena lets out a small huff. “I know… but they tried to form a kryptonite wall or barrier or whatever, around you.” Kara nods in agreement but clearly still didn’t understand. Lena adds, “and you just walked right through it.”

Kara shrugs. “Well, yeah, I mean, it hurts but I’ve been around it enough now that I can push through the pain. I was able to push through the barrier and run right into the one guy who had the machine that was maintaining it. And so, once it was down, my powers came back full force.” She still wasn’t sure why Lena was so rattled by the battle, but she wanted to reassure her that she was okay. It wasn’t her first run in with kryptonite. It probably won’t be her last.

Lena nods, giving a brief, closed smile before saying, “I understand the logistics of it, Kara. That’s not my question.”

Kara stands up fully, sensing they are finally approaching the actual concern, racking her brain to understand. Coming up empty, she asks, “What is the question, Lena?”

Lena walks around the kitchen counter slowly as she explains. “Five months ago, when I… when I did the same thing to you, in the Fortress…”

“Lena…” Kara starts, not wanting Lena to still be blaming herself for that, but Lena continues before Kara can reassure her.

“You could have walked through it.” Lena’s question is more of a statement, and it hangs heavily in the air between them. Their eyes lock onto each other, and Kara finally realizes what Lena is asking. Kara simply nods once as an answer. Lena stops a few steps away, her throat feeling dry, she struggles to get out the next question. Her voice fades into a whisper by the time she finishes. “So… so you… you just stood there. You… you could have stopped me. Kara, why didn’t you stop me?”

Kara looks around her apartment for a few seconds, thinking back on the memory, on something she tries not to dwell on anymore. During their fallout, Kara had thought about a hundred different ways she could have responded, whether pleading, or falling to her knees, or forcibly stopping Lena, Kara knew one thing for certain in all the “what if” scenarios – she could have never done anything to hurt Lena like that. She had already hurt her enough by then. Her eyes find Lena, Kara responds quietly with a small shrug, the best answer she has to give, “Because it was you.”

“Be… because it was me? What does that even mean?” Lena’s eyes swirl with emotion as she tries to process Kara’s words, trying to understand. She stutters her words as she continues on, still trying to figure it all out. “You… you are the strongest person on the planet! I… I watched you charge through a wall of kryptonite today, like it was nothing! And it is supposed to be your greatest weakness!”

Kara shrugs again, as she responds like it is the easiest, most casual question and answer in the world. “Lena, I wasn’t going to risk hurting you even more.”

Lena scoffs unconvinced. “So what? You just let me put you in a kryptonite prison? Take a weapon of mass mind control, and walk away?” The tone of Lena’s voice grows with each new question.

“Yes”, Kara answers matter of factly.

“Because it was me?!” Lena stares at Kara, mouth agape, clearly not understanding.

“Yes” Kara answers calmly. Her eyes still locked on Lena.

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Lena finally says, her hand hitting the counter in frustration.

Lena lets out a huff. Kara lets out a small sigh. She hates to see Lena this worked up. Kara knows she could explain more… that she should explain more. But she might also be risking letting another proverbial cat out of the bag. She knows this is a risk she must take though. She doesn’t want Lena to feel like this. She takes a small step towards Lena, giving her a soft smile. “Let’s go sit on the couch and I will try to explain more,” Kara offers, holding her hand out. “Please?”

Lena seemingly lets out another huff but takes Kara’s hand and lets herself be led to the couch, where Kara sits them down next to each other. Lena crosses her arms and leans back, awaiting a more thorough response.

Kara tries but fails to stifle her smile at Lena. “Lena,” she starts, “I love that logical, rational mind of yours. How you try to figure out and understand everything. And I wish I had a logical, rational explanation to give you. But I really do mean what I said. I did what I did, because it was you.”

A slow, heavy breath comes out of Lena. She searches Kara eyes for more answers. Finding none, she asks calmly yet firmly, “But what does that mean, Kara?”

Kara ponders the question for a moment, realizing that maybe it is time for her to tell Lena the truth. Maybe it is time for her to really live her full truth, like she said she wanted to embrace back at her sister’s wedding. She lets out a shaky breath as she starts, “It means… you’re the first person I want to talk to in the morning and the last person I talk to before I go to sleep. You, Lena Luthor, are the most brilliant person I know, and the most kindhearted. You were my person. You are my person. So, it means that I was never going to do something to intentionally hurt you, especially not after having kept my secret from you for so long, knowing that keeping that secret was going to hurt you. And I think that, deep down, I knew that I had to let you be the one to stop yourself from taking that path. And that maybe… maybe we had to lose each other for a while to appreciate what we have now.”

Lena stares at Kara, her mind wheeling from Kara’s words. “I’m… your person?” she asks softly.

Kara lets out a single chuckle, “Lena… you are my person. You have been my person for a long time now.”

Lena’s heart starts to race as Kara repeats her words. She meant what she said in the monologue. She stated it plainly just now by itself. Suddenly, Lena feels that flicker of hope igniting somewhere deep inside herself. A feeling she had shoved very far down into a locked box that was buried deep underground. She feels it cracking open. “What… what does that mean… to you?” Her voice is a hushed tone at this point, every question feeling like a revelation.

Kara reaches over and takes Lena’s hand between her own, both women feeling comforted by the touch. They were always a bit physical, especially compared to their other friendships. That has only increased since they had reconciled and developed an even deeper friendship.

“It means,” Kara says, taking a pause before she dives into her explanation more fully, “It means that I love having you in my life, that I love how we talk every day now, how we have dinner, how we work together in the Tower, how, with no more secrets between us, we just fit together so well in each other’s life. And that, perhaps unintentionally, over these past five months, I’ve built a life around us. And it has made me incredibly happy. My life feels full because you are in it, Lena.”

The box hidden deep inside Lena is threatening to fully burst open at this point. Her green eyes continue to stare intently into Kara’s blue eyes, searching for more. She must be certain. And while that certainly sounded like a confession – Lena knows better than to assume. She might live a softer, calmer, and happier life now that she has been able to live outside of the Luthor shadow. But thirty plus years in that environment does not go away overnight. All the emotional burns, cuts, and gunshot wounds she had gotten in those years have left scars. Besides, she has seen Kara be a bit oblivious when it comes to social things. And while she adores all parts of Kara, she knows sometimes Kara doesn’t quite read the room as well as she herself has been trained to do.

She decides to approach this from a tentative, open, curious place. “Kara, I… I know we have gotten to dive into earth versus Kryptonian customs and cultures over the past few months, which I absolutely love, by the way,” Lena adds with a quick smile; She wants to make it clear she does not want that to end, no matter where this conversation ultimately goes. “But we haven’t necessarily talked about all the different relationship or social customs.” Kara nods, urging her to continue. “So… what you just said, all of that. I um… I am wondering exactly how I should interpret it. You see, thinking about it from a human perspective, some might interpret what you just said as a romantic confession of sorts.”

Lena pauses there, waiting for Kara to confirm or deny. She watches as Kara face softens into a lopsided smile. “It would be the same interpretation on Krypton.”

The confirmation causes Lena’s stomach to turn upside down and twist itself all around. “Really?” she can’t help but ask in disbelief.

Kara’s smile falters, suddenly second guessing herself. “I… things don’t have to change, Lena. We can keep our relationship as it has been. I just… that’s why I did what I did that day. I couldn’t fight you. And I feared that if I pushed out of the kryptonite forcefield, I would essentially be declaring war on you. On my person. And I couldn’t do that.”

“How long?” Lena barely gets out.

“How long what?” Kara asks, confused by the sudden shift.

Lena adds her free hand onto Kara’s hands, which are still holding her other one. “How long have you been in love with me?”

At this question, Kara blushes. “That’s… I’m not sure, really. I think it happened without me even realizing it. And then things got complicated with the whole Supergirl thing so I just kind of pushed those feeling aside and ignored them.” Kara’s thumb absentmindedly runs over Lena’s hand in reassurance. “Like I said, this doesn’t have to change anything. I don’t want to lose you, Lena. Not ever again. Having you in my life is the most important thing to me. Whether that is as a friend or… or something more – I can be happy with either of those. As long as you are happy.” Kara’s chin drops to her chest as she looks down at their hands, waiting to see how Lena will respond, but unable to look at her as her heard thuds in her chest and her face flushes at being so vulnerable.

The box in Lena bursts open completely at Kara’s words. She can feel how sincere and genuine Kara is. How much she cares about Lena. How much she loves her. Unable to find any more words or questions, Lena lifts her free hand up to Kara’s chin, gently requesting Kara to look up. Kara doesn’t fight her, letting her head be easily moved so she is again staring directly at Lena. “I think that’s enough talking for tonight,” Lena says firmly. Kara’s face starts to twist in confusion but is interrupted by Lena’s lips on hers. She is surprised for a second, before she realizes what is happening. She responds to Lena, kissing her back, an inhale of breath as her hands wrap around Lena and pull her in easily. Lena chuckles as she pulls away from the kiss just enough, resting her forehead on Kara’s. “Easy there, Supergirl. Take a girl to dinner first.”

They have always had good banter, a little flirty at times even. But hearing Lena’s husky voice after having just had what is the best kiss in her life, with the clear inuendo, makes Kara’s entire body vibrate. Kara closes the distance and gives Lena one final light kiss. “I’ll take you anywhere in the world you want to go, Lena Luthor.”

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x lena

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mxesnupi · 1 day ago

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boardwalk babe

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challengers, tashi duncan, art donaldson, patrick zweig, challengers x reader, slow burn, fem!reader, m4f, wlw, sfw, you decide what happens

an: yay, another fan fiction in progress! i wanted to work on a project that involves all three of our beloved little tennis players, because i love them all so much. leaving one out felt like a divorce </3

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two hours, that’s how much longer you had to work. after spending the first month of summer handing kids half-melted ice cream cones and questionable hotdogs, you began to understand the phrase “don’t mix business with pleasure.” you loved going to the pool as a little girl; but as an employee, not so much. what was once playing mermaids and lazy rivers was now sticky counters and spilling pickle juice all over yourself. but hey— you only had two more hours left. and then tomorrow, you would do it all over again. it wasn’t like those new clothes and coffee shop runs paid for themselves.

you stood at the counter of the concession stand, resting your face in the palms of your hands. the soft breeze gently pulled at your hair, some strands sticking to the glisten of sweat on your forehead. you spaced out, thinking about whatever crossed your mind to distract you from the boredom of work. suddenly, a large hand is waving in front of your face— instantly removing you from your daze.

“earth to (y/n),” you hear. you recognize the voice immediately. it’s patrick zweig, one of the lifeguards at the pool. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, even though there was no true malice behind it. in the nicest way possible, patrick was just one of those boys you had to roll your eyes at and shrug off. “i’m here, i’m here,” you chuckle. you push the strands of hair clinging to your forehead away as you get a better look at him. his face was covered in freckles, the tip of his nose red because he refused to wear sunscreen. you guess he thought it made him look like some kind of loser if he cared about sun damage. he wore his iconic smirk, the kind you just know means trouble.

“what?”, you ask, a smirk of your own spreading across your cheeks. “why are you looking at me like that?” his tongue poked out to wet his lips before responding, “nothing, nothing…” a small moment of silence. “what are you doing tonight?”

a huff of air leaves your nostrils as your smirk widens. your eyebrows pinch together as you cock your head in a teasing way, “why, you want to take me out on a date?” your question is only half of a joke. patrick had grown to be one of your friends after working with him this summer; but the truth was, he was a true player. you wouldn’t be surprised if he was crossing people off of the work schedule, seeing just how many he could score a night out with. he laughs, shaking his head. he runs a hand through his brunette waves, still damp with pool water and sweat. “sadly, no.”

sadly. he was such a flirt, too frisky for his own good. you weren’t sure how, but you knew it would get him into trouble one day. you click your tongue, pretending to be disheartened about his answer. “bummer,” you sigh, “what is it then?” he puts his elbows on top the counter, his biceps flexing slightly as he leans against it. “some of my buddies and i were planning on having a bonfire at the beach tonight,” his smirk only widens, “i figured you were finally able to come hang with the cool kids.”

“the cool kids?”, you repeat, clearly amused by his words. he only nods, responding with an affirming, “yeah.” he lets out a small grunt as he pushes himself off the counter, “just think about it, (y/n)— it’ll be fun.” he gives the metal surface of the counter a firm pat, flashing you one last smug expression.

you have to stifle your laugh as you watch him immediately return to his lifeguard persona, chasing down a kid spraying old ladies, tanning reflectors in hand, with water guns. “dude! i told you if you keep doing that, you’re getting kicked out—!” man, what a schmuck.

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your favorite part of the day was showering after work. it felt as if you were taking all the weight on your shoulders and washing it away with warm water; work troubles, family issues, any other stresses that may be bothering you— they just seemed to go down the drain. as you massaged coconut scented shampoo into your hair, you considered going to that… what was it? oh, yeah. that bonfire that patrick was talking about.

although it’s embarrassing to admit, you’ve been pretty lonely this summer. it seems like work and preparing for college had taken up your entire life. while all your friends were going roller skating, visiting amusement parks, and attending parties— you’ve been watching them through the small lens of instagram stories, sulking by the ice cream freezer.

you decided that after a whole month of being a nonstop worker, you deserved a fun night out. once you finished your shower routine and patted yourself dry, you wrapped your damp hair in a baby pink towel and headed towards your bedroom.

you sat at your vanity, rubbing moisturizer into your skin as you think about miscellaneous things— the kinds of stuff you normally think about when you turn your brain on airplane mode. what you’re going to wear to the bonfire tonight, songs stuck in your head, celebrities you think are cute, coworkers you think are cute, etc. you jump slightly at the sudden ping from your phone. you check the message on your home screen.

patrick star

< hey hot dog lady hope im not interrupting ur me time lol

you’re already rolling your eyes.

< just wanted to lyk bonfire starts at 10pm not too far from boardwalk if ure interested. call me if u need more deets 😎😎

your teeth suck in your bottom lip before you look up at yourself in the mirror, then back down at your phone. you check the time— 9:32pm. damn, patrick, give a girl a heads up or something. well, at least now you know where and when you need to go. you quickly get ready; fixing your hair, applying mascara and lip gloss, and putting on your jewelry. after rummaging through your dresser drawers, you decide on a casual cami top and pair of jean shorts. that should be good. it was just a small hang out on the beach, after all. no need to go all out.

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the beach was quiet at night. whenever the world felt like too much, you would come to the shore and listen to the waves crash against each other. it was therapy in itself. as you walked along the long hill that framed the coastline, you saw a flicker of warm light on the sand. that must be them.

you kick off your sandals, holding them in your right hand as you make your way down the hill and towards the fire. once you finally reach your destination, you look around— no one was there… why wasn’t anyone here? the fire was still here. did they just forget to put it out? did they forget they invited you? maybe you should just go back home. it’d be better to leave now before anyone sees you here by yourself and tells every—

“(y/n)!!!” your eyes widen. a small yelp leaves you as you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist from behind, picking you up and spinning you around in a circle. once your feet are back on the sand, you whip around to see patrick. and, of course, he’s wearing that smug smirk. you assume the laugh that leaves him is due to the dumbfounded expression on your face. “what? did i scare you?”

before you can give patrick a piece of your mind, you hear an unfamiliar voice call from behind him. “dude, i told you not to do that! she sounded terrified.” you tilt your head to the side, looking past patrick’s freckled shoulder. approaching is a boy with blonde waves and mousy features, he wears a cream colored button down and blue swim shorts. you return your eyes to patrick, realizing he’s only wearing the swim shorts you had seen him in earlier today.

“ew,” you say, giving his shoulder a shove, “don’t grab me when you don’t have a shirt on!” he laughs, your attack hardly even making him stumble backward. “don’t act so prissy. you hardly ever see me with a shirt on.” you let out a sigh from your nostrils. you guess he was right— he was always showing off at the pool.

“don’t mind him,” the blonde says, putting his hand on patrick’s shoulder. “i promise he’s this way with everyone.” he extends his hand to you, offering both a handshake and a friendly smile. as you shake his hand, you notice the small callouses that line his palm under his fingers. maybe he does yard work or something? “i’m art,” he says, “you’re (y/n), right?”

you return his smile, a soft flush forming on your cheeks as you get a better look at his face. he’s pretty. “uhm, yeah.” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. before you can say anything else to him, patrick jumps in. “hey, art— where’s tash? i thought she was just grabbing lighter fluid from her car and coming right back.”

you look down at your feet, coated in a thin layer of sand. you feel slightly disappointed that art isn’t talking to you anymore. you don’t notice, but patrick catches a glimpse of this. he notices your expression, he always does.

art runs a hand through his golden locks, “i think tash had to run to the store. i’m not sure, i could barely hear her from her car while i was walking to the restroom.” patrick smiles, leaning towards you and whispering, “art has to go piss all the time. don’t be surprised if he’s gone for, like, half of the night.”

the blonde quickly raises his hand to flick patrick on his forehead, the brunette grunting and rubbing his hand on the targeted spot. “maybe it’s because i actually drink water,” art retaliates, “patrick practically lives off of soda and beer.”

as the two bounce back and forth between each other, you notice headlights on the top of the hill; the sound of an engine stopping and a car door shutting. patrick and art turn their heads to the red mazda like prairie dogs. “oh,” patrick said, “i guess tash is back.”

your breath almost caught in your throat as you watched the girl walk down to the shore, a plastic bag in hand. her chocolate brown hair swayed back and forth behind her waist as she made her way to you and the two boys. she was absolutely gorgeous, you were intimidated by her immediately.

she handed the bag to patrick, pushing it against his bare chest, “you owe me five dollars.” as her dark brown eyes locked in with yours, a smile spread across her cheeks. “hi!” she said, a friendly lilt in her voice. she reached out and gave you a soft hug, like one your mom would give if she saw one of her old friends at the grocery store. as she embraced you, the warm smell of vanilla filled your nostrils. “i’m so glad you’re here, i’ve been waiting for another girl to hang out with.” your skin feels hot underneath her nimble, freshly manicured fingers. “well,” she smiles, “let’s get this party started.”

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the hours seemed to pass by like minutes with the three of them. you all sit around the fire, passing around bottles of beer and sharing stories about each other. as you mingle, you learn that art and patrick had been friends since they were little boys. and they had both met tashi at a tennis championship. that’s when you realize that’s probably where the callouses on art’s hands had come from. patrick playing tennis was news to you, though— how come he never even mentioned the sport before? it seemed to be a big part of his life.

the brunette sits on your right, handing you a half drank bottle of beer. you press the lip of the bottle to your mouth, taking a small sip before handing it to tashi on your left. you turn back to him, offering him a lopsided smile. “how come you’ve never told me you play tennis?”

his usual smirk falters for a second, as if your question had caught him off guard. art interrupts, “patrick barely even talked about tennis at the academy— seemed more interested in girls and pissing off our coaches.” your eyes widen. academy? patrick went to a whole tennis academy, and no one at work knew about it. “i’m sorry- did you say academy?”

patrick throws a lazy grin on his face, “yeah. i was a pretty big handful for my parents, so they sent me off to mark rebellato’s when i was around 8 or 9.” you nod, soaking in this information like a sponge. you can practically picture him; before his growth spurt and hair untamed, a tennis bag almost the size of himself slung over his shoulder.

you turn to tashi, who’s tilting her head back to finish the last swig of beer. “what about you, tashi?” you ask, leaning forward so her can get a better look at her features. “oh, me?” she set down the empty bottle, grinding it into the sand so it can stand on its own. “my family couldn’t afford to send me to an academy. i’ve been taking lessons since i was able to walk, though.” she pushes her long hair behind her shoulders as you let out a small awe of amazement. you can tell by her smug smirk that she enjoys the subtle praise.

after a brief moment of silence, art picks himself up from the ground and rubs his sandy hands against his sides. the blonde then bends down and rummages through a backpack, which you assume is his. you watch as he pulls out a flashlight and a plastic bucket. “what’s that for?” you ask, chuckling. he pops his head up with a bright smile, “oh, i think i might go crab hunting.”

patrick belly laughs, eyes squinting shut as he leans backwards. “god, man— what made you decide you wanted to go crab hunting?” art shrugs, his once sunshiny expression turning bashful. “i guess it was before i left. i saw my old bucket in the storage closet when i was grabbing my sandals.”

patrick, still snickering, looks around the circle. “that sounds fun, but i think i’ll stay here. you girls want to go hunt crabs with art?” tashi rolls her eyes, “if i wanted to find crabs, i’d just ask you to take your swim trunks off.” your mouth falls open, you expect patrick to retaliate— but instead, he erupts with laughter. “i can’t even get mad at you for that one. it was just too damn good.” he says breathlessly, wiping a tear from his eye.

“anyway,” tashi grins, “i think i’ll have to pass. i’ve been wanting to go dip in the water for a while now, so i’ll probably do that while art’s gone.” patrick clicks his tongue, nodding his head as he redirects his gaze to the bonfire burning in the center of you all. “sounds good. well, if everyone is off doing their own thing— i guess that means i have to stay and man the fire.”

“or,” he says, lifting his head to look up at you, “someone could stay with me.” tashi scoffs, wrapping her arm around yours. “as if! (y/n) and i are going to go have girl’s time.” before you can decide between patrick and tashi, art joins in. “crab hunting is also open invitation— i promise it’s fun.”

you bite your lip, your eyebrows pinching together nervously. you’ve always been bad at making decisions.

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an: also, thanks to @forgetmenotnympho, @tamprongsobsessor, and @2oul3ater for helping me come up with some ideas for this fic!

#dee ᯓ★#challengers #challengers fic #tashi duncan #tashi x reader #tashi x you #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig x you #fanfic #fan fic author #summer romance #slow burn #coming of age

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luciemggio · 21 hours ago

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You Came for the Music, Stayed for Me

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x f’singer reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Sebastian sees her sing once—and falls. A few quiet dates turn into love. Months later, they make it official.

The dressing room was still humming with the aftershocks of adrenaline. You had just come off stage, still flushed, still breathless, your voice echoing faintly in your ears, though the applause had long faded behind the heavy velvet curtain.

Your manager was talking—something about the next city, the press conference, an invite from Jimmy Fallon—but your eyes kept drifting to the clock.

You weren’t sure what you were looking for.

And then, the knock.

“Hey, there’s someone here to see you,” your assistant called softly, leaning into the room. “He’s on the list. Sebastian Stan?”

Your breath caught. You hadn’t even known he was in town.

You pushed yourself off the couch and tried not to sound too curious.

“Sebastian Stan? Like, that Sebastian Stan?”

She grinned. “Unless there’s another one who looks like an Armani campaign and smells like sin.”

Your heart skipped. You tried to play it cool, grabbing your water bottle and smoothing your hair.

“Okay, send him in.”

Ten Minutes Earlier

Sebastian had been let in through a discreet side entrance, escorted quietly down the corridor by a roadie who clearly recognized him but said nothing.

He stood just out of view of the crowd, near the wings, as your last song played. And something happened—he wasn’t prepared for it.

It wasn’t just the voice. Or the way you moved. It was the energy. That kind of pull that wrapped itself around his ribcage and didn’t let go.

When the final chord struck, and you smiled, pressing your hand to your heart in thanks, Sebastian whispered to himself,

“…Wow.”

Back in Your Dressing Room, Sebastian walked in slowly, like he didn’t want to intrude, one hand running awkwardly through his slightly damp hair.

“Hey,” he said, voice low. “I hope it’s okay I stopped by.”

You smiled, heart racing. He was even more gorgeous in person. The kind of handsome that made you forget how to stand.

“Sebastian Stan,” you said, stepping forward. “You came.”

“I did,” he chuckled, glancing around. “I, uh… I’ve been listening to your album nonstop lately. Your music’s kinda been stuck in my head for a while.”

You raised a brow. “So you stalked me backstage to tell me that?”

“Not stalked. Just… politely infiltrated.”

You laughed, really laughed, and something eased between you.

“Well,” you said, walking over to the couch and sitting down, “you’re welcome to infiltrate my dressing room any time. Want a drink?”

He sat beside you, still unsure if this was real. “Only if it’s not one of those green celery things celebrities pretend to like.”

You handed him a sparkling water. “Don’t worry, I save those for the label meetings.”

An Hour Later, you were both still on the couch, now closer. Shoulders occasionally brushing. Empty drink bottles on the table.

“So what got you into music?” he asked, resting his elbow on the back of the couch, head tilted.

You looked down at your hands. “Honestly? Loneliness. I grew up in a loud house, but I always felt like I was screaming into a room where no one heard me. Music was the one place where I felt… understood. Even when no one was listening yet.”

Sebastian nodded, something unreadable flashing behind his eyes.

“I get that,” he said softly. “I started acting for a lot of the same reasons. You become all these people… so you don’t have to sit with yourself.”

Your eyes met. And something clicked.

“I feel like I’ve known you forever,” you said before you could stop yourself.

He smiled faintly, eyes warm. “Yeah. Me too.”

And Two Weeks Later, Sebastian and you had your first real date. It wasn’t glamorous. Just a small Italian place on a quiet street in the Palisades. You wore an oversized sweater and jeans. He wore that damn leather jacket that made everyone look twice.

You ordered wine. He went for limoncello, to your horror.

“Who drinks that voluntarily?” you teased.

“I like to suffer, apparently,” he said, raising the glass with mock pride.

You couldn’t stop laughing. He couldn’t stop watching you laugh.

Later, walking toward your car, the sky soft with ocean fog, your hands brushed. Then laced together like it had always been that way.

You paused before unlocking your door.

“I’m glad you came to that show,” you said.

He looked at you like you were the only light in the world.

“Me too.”

Then he leaned in and kissed you—soft, unhurried, like the first page of a story neither of you wanted to end.

It happened eventually. Paparazzi caught you on a stroll in Brooklyn, grabbing coffee and walking his dog a month after.

You saw the flashes before he did.

Sebastian instinctively stepped in front of you, hand on your lower back.

“Just keep walking,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

You did.

You got in the car, quiet at first. Then you looked at him.

“I hate this part.”

He reached over, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“I know. But we’ll handle it together, yeah?”

You smiled, small but sincere.

“Yeah.”

The first time you spent the night at his place. You were lying on his couch in sweatpants and one of his shirts, legs tangled under a blanket. A vinyl record crackled softly in the background.

He handed you a mug of chamomile tea, then sat beside you.

“I like this,” he said, voice low. “No noise. No cameras.”

You looked at him.

“You’re different than I thought you’d be.”

“How so?”

“I thought you’d be… polished. A little distant. Like the men you play.”

He chuckled. “That’s good acting, then.”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I like who you are when no one’s watching.”

He kissed your temple.

“That’s the only me I want you to know.”

And Three Months Later, you posted it first.

(The picture is just to illustrate the post, you can imagine whoever you want as the woman)

With the caption: 🎶 + ❤️ = best vibes

Sebastian reposted it an hour later with a single emoji: 🔥

The internet broke.

Your manager texted: “You’ve gone viral.”

Sebastian just shrugged and kissed your shoulder. “Guess the world knows now.”

You turned to him, laughing. “We really soft-launched our way into trending.”

“Hard launch is next,” he smirked, then pulled you onto his lap.

You kissed him, fingers sliding through his hair.

“Only if I get to write our love song first.”

He smiled against your lips.

“You’ve been writing it since the night we met.”

A Year Later, Sebastian was in the front row at your acoustic show in NYC. No bodyguards, no cap, no sunglasses. Just him. Watching you like you were the only thing in the world.

You introduced the final song.

“This one’s… about how love sometimes shows up when you least expect it. Sometimes it walks into your dressing room with a crooked smile and too much charm. And if you’re lucky, it stays.”

The crowd cheered, but your eyes found his.

He nodded once, like he already knew every word.

And you sang—just for him.

9 moths later

The room was electric.

Cameras flashed like lightning, the red carpet pulsed with designer gowns and sharp tuxedos, and somewhere between the chaos and the orchestration of fame, your heart beat faster than it ever did on stage.

You stood at the edge of the arrivals line, your stylist fluffing the trailing edge of your dress — a fitted black satin gown with a low open back and delicate chain straps that shimmered in the warm light. You looked like a dream, but all you could think was:

Where the hell is he?

And then… a hand slipped gently around your waist.

“Sorry,” came the familiar low rasp at your ear. “Traffic. Had to run past a photographer who thought I was Harry Styles.”

You laughed under your breath. “Honestly? I’d believe it.”

Sebastian stepped beside you, crisp in a deep navy tux, shirt just slightly unbuttoned, hair slicked back, but not too much. He looked like danger softened by poetry.

His eyes raked over you, slowly. And then—

“You look like sin and Sunday morning combined.”

You smiled, heat rising under your skin. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

Flashbulbs exploded as soon as you stepped together onto the red carpet, and suddenly the world was watching. They hadn’t seen you officially like this before — not side by side at an industry event, not this close, not this intimate.

Whispers broke out.

“Oh my god, it’s real—”

“Sebastian Stan and Y/N—”

You heard a reporter call out, “Y/N, what’s it like having Sebastian as your date tonight?”

You turned, still smiling, and answered without hesitation. “It’s like having my best friend in the world beside me. Also, he looks really hot in a tux.”

Sebastian snorted softly and leaned in to whisper, “That was cute. Remind me to propose at the after-party.”

You blinked, surprised, heart stuttering — and then saw the teasing gleam in his eye. Still, something about the way he said it lingered.

Inside the Ceremony, you were nominated for Best New Artist and Song of the Year. The pressure was intense, but Sebastian never left your side. Not once.

As the show went on, he reached for your hand during performances, laughed softly at your whispered commentary, and offered you his jacket when you got cold during the second hour.

When they finally called your name as the winner for Song of the Year, you froze.

“Y/N L/N – ‘Silhouettes in Blue’!”

Sebastian shot up from his seat before you did.

“Babe,” he said, gently tugging your hand. “Go. That’s you. You did it.”

You stumbled toward the stage, your legs shaky under the weight of it all — the moment, the eyes, the light — but then you looked back.

He was there, hands in his pockets, pride written across his face like it was made just for you.

You stood at the mic, the golden gramophone in your hand, tears already pricking.

“I wrote this song in the middle of the night, alone, on the floor of my apartment,” you began. “It came from a place of heartbreak… but what I found in the process was healing. What I found was hope.”

A pause. Your eyes found him again.

“And months later, someone walked into my life who reminded me why I write songs in the first place. To connect. To feel. To love. So thank you to my fans, my team… and to Sebastian, who showed me that sometimes, real love sneaks in quietly. And stays.”

The crowd erupted.

You walked back to your seat, a bit breathless, and as soon as you reached him, Sebastian pulled you into a tight hug, then pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I’m so damn proud of you,” he whispered.

You looked up at him, your heart full to the brim.

“I meant every word.”

“I know,” he said softly, hand caressing your cheek. “And I think… I’m going to say something cheesy now.”

You raised a brow. “Cheesier than your limoncello obsession?”

He leaned in.

“I think I loved you the second I heard you sing.”

You blinked. “Seb—”

“And now I get to hear you sing for the rest of my life.”

After the Ceremony and later that night, in the suite he rented just for the two of you, you were barefoot, makeup slightly smudged, gramophone on the coffee table. He handed you a glass of champagne and pulled you into his arms.

“I like you better like this,” he said.

You snuggled into his chest. “Like what?”

“Messy. Real. Mine.”

You laughed, pressing your lips to his neck.

“What’s next for us?” you asked.

“World tour?” he teased.

You groaned. “You’d hate that.”

“Maybe. But I’d go. If it meant waking up next to you.”

You looked up at him, fingers threading through his hair. “Do you ever think about how this all started?”

He grinned. “Yeah. I went to a concert.”

You nodded. “You came for the music.”

He kissed you, slow and deep.

“And I stayed for you

#sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #james bucky buchanan barnes #sebastian stan x you #bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #marvel #bucky barnes angst

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fandomrose · 23 hours ago

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Mydei x reader: A rivalry?

Hello again, here is a Mydei x Reader Fic, fluffy slice of life vibes, starts with a baking competition.

I do love this man and want to see more fluff of him, so here this is.

All fluff, pre-relationship to when the moment they get together.

As non descriptive of a reader as I could, so GN reader.

Love you guys, please enjoy.💙

The finals of the 57th annual Okhema baking competition was about to hit it off.

On the opposite table wearing the red apron stood proud the former Prince of Castrum Kremnos. A powerful and stoic Chrisos Heir.

Then there was you, a strange presence in Okhema, a refugees from a far off unknown place, as you yourself could not remember, with a penchant for using weird ingredients in your baking.

As your gaze trained on Mydei's figure, his was solely on the judges, a definitely not unfair line up of fellow Chrisos Heirs. As such you didn't have your hopes up, an unconscious sigh leaving you as you feel a 2nd place consolidation prize coming your way.

Phainon, the deliverer was on authenticity and presentation judging.

Aglaia, the weaver was on taste testing judgment.

And finally mistress Tribios was on creativity judgement.

You sigh again, seeing his lips moving but definitely just drowning out the words and not admiring his confidence and phisique ciadble through the apron, not realising how all your staring and sighing was looking to the outsiders.

"Have you had enough of staring. You won't learn my secrets with leering eyes or tryong to listen to a vague explanation of my bake."

It takes a second before you process the fact that Mydei spoke, and to you. The small rivalry you two had formed during this competition as clearly the best two bakers in okhema, your incredibly popular bakery as testament.

"I wasn't staring with leering eyes or trying to steal ideas. I was just... off in my own head thinking about my bake. It wasn't specifically aimed at you." You argue, already feeling riled up.

"Is that so? Well then, best get your head back into the competition. The judges are waiting." His voice was smug, irritating you more. You think to yourself about how much prettier he'd be if he shut up then promptly mentally smack yourself for even thinking he's pretty.

It's then you realise the judges has addressed you and you'd promptly ignored them by virtue of being too focused on your rival. You turn around, feeling embarrassment crawl in your back and see all 3 judges smirking, Tribbie and Phainon looking between you both.

"Once more- please explain your bakes to us today. Starting with our blue contestant..."

You sheepishly explain your bake unaware that his eyes were now on you, a somewhat satisfied half smile pulling up one corner of his lips.

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The competition concluded, two of you stood side my side waiting for the conclusions.

Your bake was Saraligi- sweet dough dipped in syrup and spiralled with cinnamon and clove butter, chopped and crushed pistachios laced throughout. A favorite in Okhema and an old favourite of your home town. The

Mydies was Ekmek Kataifi, a popular pastry from Castrum Kremnos. Crisp and flaky with rich lemon cream inside which was mixed with a viriety of nuts and a local berry jam as the twist, topped with honey and pistachios, dusting the tops with powdered sugar and lemon zest.

Both mouthwatering treats, traditional with a slight twist.

We watched as the judges observed and tasted. Mydei looked ad confident and proud as ever, back straight and arms crossed. The apron he wore was slightly stained with jam and powdered sugar.

Yours wasn't fairing better, the amount of cinnamon and butter on your apron should be considered a sin. You didn't care though, you were too busy seething over Mydei refusing to try your pastry. You tried his, it was annoyingly delicious, and yet he couldn't even spare a single bite for yours.

The judges seemed to be having a hard time judging the two dishes. While they were chatting away, Phainon and Tribbie animatedly making their points, Mydei speaks up again. A low grumble making you jump.

"Saraligi huh? Not a bad choice."

"Huh?" You just turn giving him a subtly confused look. "Was that a compliment? Why?"

"I am simply stating the truth. It's popular for a reason. Children and adults like it. Sweet, flavourful and sticky." He shrugs and you seem like you made it well. "It'd be bad if you didn't seeing as your business hinges on it."

You can't help but narrow your eyes and raise an eyebrow. It sounded like a backhanded compliment but he seemed sincere.

"Well of course, if I couldn't make it I wouldn't have. Also 'seemed like?' You refused to try it. I tried yours and it was good amazing even. Why refuse to eat mine?" You hurriedly say under bated breath, it'd been

"Discipline." His bluntness makes you pause, just as you're about to question he continues. "I don't eat sweets, my body must be maintained to perfection."

"You isn't even spare one bite?" You whisper incredulously.

"No, and I don't even like sweets that much anymore." He subtly shakes his head.

"But you clearly make them enough to create them skillfully, but you don't eat them?"

Before he can respond the judges call us for the reveal of who won the baking competition, they were smirking conspiratorially again.

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You sit on a bench in one of the parks in central Okhema clutching the trophy. The victory feels a little hollow for some reason. There were questions about that baking warrior from Castrum Kremnos that were still unanswered and burning a hole in your brain.

After a while spent kicking yourself for not trying to talk to him after the competition you get up and head home. Trying to ignore the questions you had.

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The next day on your way to the town to buy your daily supplies you see him, picking up some flour and sugar. Before you can think, you hurry over "Mydei!"

He turns to see who's calling his name, lookin you up and down. "Ah, the bakery competition winner. Do you have some more business with me?"

It stung a little that he couldn't even use your name but there's more important things in mind. "Come to my shop. I want to talk." Is all you say before busying yourself ordering the goods you need to be delivered. Once that's done and he's still standing there, thinking. "Please. I have questions. And also a proposition."

"A proposition? Hmph, fine. Sounds interesting enough."

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Once in the bakery I prepare the days goods while chatting to Mydei.

"So, why don't you eat any of your baked goods- besides your Discipline?"

"I give them away." He shrugs, your heart feels a little tight with admiration as you realise what he's doing.

"Give them away. Like charity for the refugees?..." you ask, although you know it's the case, a smile spreading on your face at the mental image of such an intimidating looking man giving away baked goods.

"Yes, the children and elderly enjoy them, and..." he pauses, lost in thought. He looks out the window, two refugee children from Castrum Kremnos run by, playing. "It's a way to give them a little taste of the home they never knew, or the home they long to return to. There is almost nothing left of the once proud Castrum Kremnos. So if at least one thing survives, let it be the food."

By the time he'd finished speaking you'd stopped working. Now you have pure unadulterated admiration for this man. It was easy to forget what the Kremnoans had been through given how proud they were, how much they hid their pain.

"That's... wonderful Mydei. That's an admirable thing to do." You find yourself smiling softly at him, seeing his gruff exterior in a whole new light.

"No need to praise me. Now. Your proposition." He brushes it off easily, my praise like water off a Dromas back. You shake your head but allow it, nor like you can push him anyway.

"The proposal is, teach me to make the Kremnoan food you know and then I can sell it here. I want to get more Okhemans interested in your culture. When I tried your pastry it was amazing. I will also donate some to your cause, so we can feed more refugees." You feel his gaze burning you, staring you down as he assesses something only known to him.

When you were seconds away from begging he speaks again. "You want to sell Kremnoan goods? And produce extras for the refugees?" He questions, musing the situation online his head before giving you a stern clap on the shoulder. You panic for a second thinking you might have offended him. But- "I like your idea. I will teach you how to make all of the popular pastries of Castrum Kremnos, and you will pass them on more than i could alone. We will jeep their legacy alive."

"In this small way, we will keep their legacy alive."

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Months had passed and Mydei may as well be an employee now, with how often he stops by to bake with you. You had to make another oven just to handle all the extra product he was making.

He had been a harsh teacher, and expected perfection but it's what you needed to learn.

Soon enough you had a new section to your menu for Kremnoan pastries and breads. It had been rocky at first due to the discrimination the Kremnoans faced by some Okhemans, but he told you that lady Aglaea had mentioned the discrimination actually falling lately, it wasn't a huge amount. But it was something.

The months of working together had made you both closer, he'd also been taking you sparring to 'make sure you can defend yourself if anything happens.'. He'd even smiled at you a couple of times, causing annoying flutter feelings in your heart and stomach, which you were pointedly ignoring.

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More weeks pass and he comes in later than usual, but he looks even more serious than usual. He carried a bag seemingly filled with something important as he was so delicate with it. He approaches with a slight air of nerves this time.

"Are you busy?" He begins, his boice softer than usual. Seeing as you just finished your prep for the day you had time to spare.

"I just finished prep, is everything okay?" You wash your hands and walk around your counter, standing in front of him with an air and expression of concern.

He waves a hand dismissively "yes, everything's fine... I just had a proposition for you." He says, a slight smirk as he knowingly mirroring your words after the competition.

"Oh? A proposition?... I'm all ears." Tilting your head curiously, you try to act casual but there were nerves bubbling up in your stomach.

I doesn't speak right away, bringing up the bag and setting it down, bringing out a white box with a deep red bow.

"This is for you, I'd like to ask for you to take this and to give me the honour of being my romantic partner until death do us part."

He takes the lid off the box revealing an ornate dagger, clearly of Kremnoan make.

"Mydei I... I don't know what to say this is..." the dagger was beautiful, a ritual dagger meant to be used to cut the hair of the wife on the Kremnoan wedding night. " ...Beautiful..." looking into his eyes you could see the resolve, the sincerity, a twitch in his hand as he longed to hold you. You couldn't deny his feelings if you tried, or yours for that matter.

"I accept Mydei, I will be yours."

The soft smile on your face made his heart turn in his chest, he holds out his hand for you and when you offer it he brings it to his lips and kisses softly, making repeated kisses up your arm until he stops close to your face.

"I want to kiss you, can I?" His eyes unabashedly flicking down to your lips and back up to your eyes, his hand coming round to hold your waist.

A soft whisper and a genuine loving smile forms on your face as you lean in.

"Yes, you can."

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr mydei #mydei x reader #mydei x you #mydei x y/n #gn reader #hsr mydei x reader #hsr #honkai star rail #no use of y/n #i love this man so much #best chrisos heir #he needs more fluffy fics so be the change you wish to see i guess

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xoxojisu · 2 months ago

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"DON'T STOP LOVING ME."

synopsis: things were always easy between you and katsuki. until suddenly, they weren't. (aka you pull back and katsuki notices and hates it)

notes: ALWAYS w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda. wc ~5k. childhood bffs bc duh. barely proofread sorry

ever since you were three years old with your scraped knees and sticky fingers to now, where teenage life could not be more confusing, there has always been one, unwavering, constant fact.

you're absolutely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with bakugo katsuki.

and you've never been afraid to show it! backhugs, tackling him to the floor, jumping on top of him and climbing him like a jungle gym, telling him you love him like it's the most obvious thing in the world. (it is)

he always scoffs and grumbles, but you'd never take it personally, because when he tells you to get off, he pulls you close. when he complains that you're annoying when you're sick, he brings you soup and medicine and cuddles you to sleep. when he blushes and tells you he hates you, his eyes tell a different story.

so what if he doesn't express it the same way you do? everyone has different ways of showing they care. even if he doesn't say it much, you know katsuki loves you.

right?

it was late when you accidentally overheard it. when you froze up and felt your heart drop to the floor. when you started shaking and sweating, eyes darting around for a trash can in case you threw up.

"bakugo, bro, when are you and y/n gonna make it official?" kirishima had teased, throwing an arm around katsuki.

katsuki scoffed and shoved him off. "tch. it's not like that."

"you suuure?" sero questioned. "you two seem awfully close for just friends."

"mannn, if i was bakugo, i'd be all over that. y/n is such a pretty girl!" kaminari chimed in, clearly jealous over his lack of love life.

the teasing continued. you couldn't see him from your angle, but you knew that katsuki definitely had a vein on his forehead that was getting larger by the second.

"you're always carrying her bag, walking her to class.."

"cuddling with her during movie nights, scratching her back.."

"oh! and don't forget how she never forgets to tell him she loooves him whenever they say goodbye!"

"c'mon, bakubro, just spit it out! you two are practically married already!"

the three laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the rise they were getting out of katsuki.

"all of you, shut the hell up!"

"just admit it. you're in love."

he gritted his teeth.

"i'm not in love." he grimaced, venomous anger bubbling to the surface.

"she's just there all the fucking time! always fucking doing girlfriend-y shit when she knows damn well she's not! always clinging and trying to cuddle and all that stupid sappy shit. she's just an annoying fuckin' habit ive learned to tolerate." he spat.

you froze.

what?

was he serious? like, really, truly, deadass serious? you knew he wasn't exactly the super affectionate type, but even still! you thought he really cared about you! clingy? annoying? tolerated?

your head spun as you broke out into a cold sweat. you could've sworn that that wasn't true. you and katsuki have been friends forever. surely he wouldve gotten rid of you by now if he hated you that much, right? and he cuddles you! and hangs out with you! he takes care of you when you're sick! there's just no way, right? he's just angry because he's being teased, right?

..right?

"damn, dude, that's pretty harsh," sero snickered. "you always take care of her, though, no?"

you held your breath.

"tch. doesn't fuckin' mean shit. just gotten used to her because she's been around so long."

your stomach dropped to the basement. he tolerated you. he thought of you as nothing more than an annoying habit.

insecurity pooled inside of you. now that you think about it, was he really cuddling you, or just not bothering to move you off when you laid on him? maybe he just thought you were too much of a hassle to get rid of when you came to hangout, so he just let you stay even thought he didn't want to. when he brought you medicine and stuff, maybe your sickness made you delirious and made you think he was being more affectionate and caring than he really was.

you felt nauseated. you recall all the times you threw a quick "i love you!" over your shoulder or while you clung to him. had he ever once said it back? ever? the room started spinning as you realized you couldn't think of a single time. he'd always deflected. gave you a classic "tch." rolled his eyes. messed up your hair. you dont think you'd ever even heard the word "love" from his lips.

had you just been deluding yourself all this time?

you couldn't take it anymore. sweating, you sprinted out before you could be spotted.

it's been two days since you overheard that conversation, and you'd been avoiding katsuki ever since. or rather, not quite avoiding completely, but there was an undeniable shift in your behavior. you stopped trying to cuddle with him. you stopped showing up to his dorm room to hangout. you especially stopped saying "i love you," even though it killed you every time.

katsuki hadn't shown much of a reaction to your change in behavior. he'd raise an eyebrow when your usual daily hugs disappeared or ask a gruff, "where were you?" when you didn't show up to your unofficial but completely established after school hangouts, but he had otherwise put up no protest.

you didn't know whether to be relieved or heartbroken.

on one hand, katsuki's kind of scary when he's confrontational. also, you don't know how you would be able to talk to him. "i overheard a conversation where you said you hate me but im madly in love with you and want to marry you and have your kids?" yeah right. you were sort of glad to be getting off easy.

but on the other hand, you were devastated. his apathy served as further confirmation that he meant every word he said. he really didn't mind that you were pulling back, and seemed perfectly content not being nearly as close as before.

you really had been deluding yourself. secretly, you had been hoping that he was just saying stuff in the heat of the moment and would actually be upset if you pulled back. because that would mean he cared. but he didn't give two shits about you. you really were just some stupid childhood habit he'd learned to tolerate.

you became less energetic as a person. not just with katsuki, but simply in general. your days seemed unbearably longer and darker without him. you had a hard time engaging and staying in the present, your mind wandering to katsuki again and again. it was pathetic, really. you two had never even dated. why were you so hung up about it? you two were just friends, and in fact, it seemed like he never even liked you in the first place. you were just stupidly hopeful and naive.

katsuki was dying.

two days. it had been two fucking days since you'd touched him or even just been remotely affectionate with him and he was going crazy. hell, he'd give the whole damn world even for just a smile at this point. he was desperate.

he didnt understand why you were being like this. it was like everything he knew about you had shifted, and he was just standing there, waiting for some kind of sign or something like an idiot.

katsuki had noticed the shift in your behavior immediately. of course he did. he knows you better than he knows himself, after all. at first, he thought you were just playing some dumb game or pulling some stunt to get his attention, but that wasn’t it. you waved instead of hugging. said a simple "bye" instead of "love you, bye bye!" it's not like you were completely avoiding him. you still talked. you still laughed. only now, it didn't quite reach your eyes.

and it was fucking killing him.

he hated that you were pulling back. he hated how off everything felt. he hated how fucking empty his dorm room felt when you weren't there to pester him. but most of all, he hated how he couldn’t even figure out what he'd done wrong. he couldn't think of any fights or reasons to be angry, but if that wasn't it, what was it? why were you suddenly just.. leaving?

he wanted to confront you. he wanted to pull you aside and demand to know where the fuck you went. but for the first time in his entire life, he didn't know how. because this wasn't like confronting stupid deku about his new powers. it wasn't about asking icyhot what his fuckin' deal was. it was you. his whole fucking world, even if he never said it out loud. he was nothing short of terrified to ask, because he feared it would drive you away even further, and he couldn't think of any alternate universe where he'd be able to handle that.

he found himself looking for excuses to be near you, to talk to you, to just be around you in any way possible. the last two days had been a torture of silence, of missed chances to sit next to you or casually reach out and tug you into his space like he used to. the times when he’d shove his arm around your shoulders or playfully mess with your hair, it had all stopped. he didn't feel like he could anymore. like he'd somehow lost the privilege. and now, all he was left with was this gnawing feeling in his gut that something was horribly wrong.

he had finally worked up the courage and tried asking you once, but you had shut him down with that all-too-familiar "nothing, just tired" bullshit and that damn closed-off look on your face that made him feel completely hollowed out.

he was desperate. he needed to feel you. needed to hear your bright laughter and see your stupid smile. it was so fucking stupid and sappy and so unlike him, but he couldn't even bring himself to care about that. he needed to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. have you curl up on his chest and get swallowed up by his much larger frame and watch you as your breathing quickly evened out from his touch. you could never stay awake long when cuddling with him. he found himself smiling at the thought.

he scowled. this is so fucking stupid. he thought to himself.

it all came to a bubbling point for him on friday. 5 whole days of "hi's" and a half-smile instead of "KATSUKIIIII's," and a running hug. he was losing his fucking mind.

usually, you convinced him to join the weekly 1a movie night by taking his hand and dragging him out of his room. he'd grumble about it, but he'd never refuse. he'd sit on the corner of the couch and you'd sit close to him before gradually inching closer, the night ending with you two cuddling. now, he willingly trudges to movie night of his own free will and sits in the same corner of the couch, but this time alone.

the room buzzed with quiet chatter and the flicker of the TV as the opening credits rolled and iida turned the lights off. it was some dumb romcom movie katsuki couldn't bring himself to care about in the slightest. you would definitely like it, though. kirishima passed around popcorn, sero argued with kaminari over which movie was the best, deku was doing his stupid nerd rambling as todoroki and hagakure gawked at him. and you? you sat on the other end of the couch.

not just away, but away from him.

the usual spot right beside katsuki, practically in his lap, head on his shoulder, knees draped over his thighs sat empty. you sat next to mina instead, curling into the armrest and pulling your legs up to your chest. you offered sweet smiles to everyone, laughed when something was funny, made conversation when prompted. but katsuki saw it. he saw you.

and he saw that you weren’t you.

he stared.

throughout the entire first half of the movie, he barely processed a single second of it. he kept looking over, waiting for you to glance at him, to shift closer, to give him a sign, anything, but you stayed curled in on yourself, legs angled away from him. he hated it. he hated how you looked like you were trying to make yourself smaller. like you were trying to disappear.

katsuki’s heart thundered. his leg bounced impatiently. his jaw was tight. he couldn’t take this shit anymore.

he stood up abruptly, catching your attention. he stalked straight over to you, jaw clenched and shoulders tense. he hovered over you, looking down and saying nothing.

you blinked up at him. "...what?"

his eyes were sharp and unreadable to most. but to you, who knew him better than he knew himself, you could see the anxiety and desperation swimming in his eyes.

no, no, no. remember, don't delude yourself. he doesn't like you, not even as a friend.

"are you okay..?"

"no." he snapped, his tone making you flinch. he softened at your reaction. "i just.. you've been.." he started, but his tone cracked, eyes flashing, and something in him snapped. "fuckin’ hell, just—"

he reached down and grabbed you.

gently, but with zero room for argument. strong arms slid under your knees and behind your back like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you barely had time to yelp before he was sitting down again, with you in his lap, pulled tight into his chest like you were his lifeline. (you are)

you froze, wide-eyed and stiff, but he just held you. his arms locked around you. he didn’t look at anyone else, didn’t give a shit about the stares or the knowing grins. he buried his face in your shoulder, muttering low and rough into your neck.

"i don't know what the fuck i did," he said. "but you don't get to just... take all that away. not from me."

you blinked, suddenly breathless.

he held you tighter. his voice cracked again, this time softer. "whatever i did, 'm sorry. i'll make it up t'ya, i swear. but don't just.." his voice trailed off. "dont stop loving me." he wanted to scream.

you felt your heart stutter, but you didn't say anything.

not at first, anyway.

because what is there to say when your heart is lodged in your throat and your body is caged in the arms of the person you swore you were going to get over?

you just sat there, crumpled in his lap like some lost puppy that finally found its way home again. your face is pressed into his shoulder, and you think if you speak, you’ll cry. so you don't. you just let yourself relax and melt into him.

he doesn’t say anything else either. his grip doesn’t loosen, not even a little. his fingers press into your back, not hard, just steady. grounding. enough to keep you pressed firmly against him. like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.

the room’s still noisy with all the side conversations, but it's all background noise now with you two just in your little bubble away from the rest of the world. you feel safe and like you’re about to fall apart at the same time.

you shift a little in his lap and glance up at him.

“…you didn’t have to drag me across the room, you know,” you finally mutter, voice hoarse.

he scoffs, eyes flicking down to meet yours. “yeah, well. you weren’t comin’ on your own.”

you wrinkle your nose at him. “you could’ve asked.”

“whatever." he grumbles. "this is more efficient."

you snort. "the hell?"

he shrugs, completely unapologetic. “worked, didn’t it?”

you don’t answer. because yeah. it did.

instead, you rest your head back on his chest, and he immediately shifts to accommodate you. your legs drape over the couch, his arm hooked under your knees to keep you anchored, and his other hand settled at the base of your spine. he starts tracing slow, absentminded circles there, hand slipped under your hoodie to rub at the bare skin like nothing had ever changed. like you hadn’t just gone five whole days without touching him. like you hadn’t spent those five days trying to unravel every version of reality where he didn’t love you back.

you sit like that for a long time.

finally, he speaks up, his voice low.

"what did i do?" he asked, his voice oddly shy. "why'd ya stop.. you know..?"

your breath hitches. because you do know. but you don't know what to say or how to say it. "i thought you completely hated me" doesn't quite seem like an appropriate response.

"nothing," you settle with.

he gives you a look.

you sigh. you never could lie to katsuki. he's known you for too long and too well to fall for them.

"i just.. got insecure. overheard some conversation where you said i was, um, clingy and annoying." you murmur, your voice small. if katsuki wasn't pressed up against you and hanging on to your every word, he wouldn't have been able to catch it.

but he did.

and you swore you saw complete heartbreak in his eyes.

you let out a small gasp of surprise when he pulls you flush against him, arms tight around your body and face nuzzled deep into your neck. he holds you with such a gentle intensity you think you might cry. he holds you in a way that makes you feel loved and safe.

"'m sorry." he mumbles into your neck, voice watery. "didn't mean it. i was just.. mad that they were makin' fun of me. none of it was true. at all."

your breath hitches.

"you're.. so fuckin' special to me. i mean it. these last few days without you have been hell."

you think you might cry.

"been missin' your fuckin' smile and your damn laugh. and your stupid hugs that make me almost topple over."

you hold back a giggle.

"i love you."

the world stills.

you don’t move.

you don’t speak.

hell, you're scared to breathe.

your heart is beating so loud you’re worried he might hear it. your face is burning, your lungs feel tight, and your throat’s a warzone of words you can’t quite say.

he said it.

and now he’s quiet. breathing you in. arms wrapped around you like you’re something precious. like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

you pull back just enough to look at him. your hand comes up to brush his bangs from his eyes, and your fingers linger at his temple, trailing down his cheek like you’re memorizing him.

his expression is soft in a way you rarely get to see. wide-eyed. hopeful. a little scared.

you offer him a tiny, quiet smile.

no teasing.

no trying to be brave or play it all off.

just soft. honest. the kind that only he gets to see.

you lift your hand and touch his face. not dramatic, not shaky, just steady. fingers brushing along his cheekbone, thumb ghosting over the edge of his jaw like you’re memorizing the shape of him again.

his eyes close for a second and you swear you see him leaning into it a little.

you say nothing.

you don’t need to.

because you’re here. because he’s holding you. because you’re not pulling away, and he's pulling you in.

you nuzzle your face into his neck, like it's right where you belong, and you breathe in.

he breathes in too.

slow. like the world’s stopped spinning for a second just so you can exist like this, tangled up in each other without saying anything. no talking about what's going on, no complications, just.. being.

you both don't notice how mina and kirishima are gossiping wildly about how you two are practically married and wondering how you still claim not to be dating. you don't notice the way that ochaco squeals after glancing over at your position, and you don't notice the way izuku looks fondly at you two with soft eyes. (he's been shipping the two of you since childhood)

you and katsuki are the only two people in the world who matter.

"i love you," you whisper as you feel yourself dozing off.

you think you feel his lips press gently against your forehead.

"i love you too."

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freaktoru · 3 months ago

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DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME BABY!

✰ pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader ✰ summary: after several sexless months of a very vanilla marriage, nanami kento learns how his slutty wife actually likes to be fucked. wc; 4.1k ✰ warnings: food play, a tiny bit of ass play, dirty talk, unprotected sex, praise, fingering, pet names, very light bondage, hair pulling, some very sweet after care, nanami is soo addicted to his wife, honestly just pure filth. 18+ MDNI

your sex life with your husband was basically dead—buried so deep, it felt like it might never come back.

i mean, you shouldn't be surprised right? when you got married, everyone warned you it would be this way. “just wait until the honeymoon phase is over”, “wait until work gets in the way”, “wait until you start sleeping in separate beds” they told you. although you thankfully hadn’t made it to the third phase yet, you didn't believe them—at least not at first.

the first few months of your marriage felt purely euphoric—like a drug you just couldn't get enough of. you were bathing in the seemingly never ending marital bliss, convinced that nothing could have come between you and your husband— at least not when the two of you were fucking like animals in heat, absolutely devouring each other no matter where the pair of you were. well, it seems life has a way of being deceiving, doesn't it?

so here you were, only one year into your marriage and somehow, sex had completely fallen off your marriage itinerary. you don’t even know how it happened. your work lives took over, and the honeymoon rush had slowly but surely died out. your daily orgasms slowly turned into weekly orgasms which eventually turned into none. the number of times you and your husband have had sex in the last few months has been a big, fat, zero. your revised daily routine now looked a little like this: wake up, breakfast, work, dinner, sleep. exciting right?

kento was a very busy man—you couldn't blame him. he was always working overtime, always being pushed past his limits by his boss and always coming home completely and utterly exhausted. but that didn't change the stark reality—your marriage had become painfully sexless, and severely depressing. and you’d endured months of this silent, dry torture before you finally stepped up and decided you had had enough.

you and nanami were a picture perfect couple—that much was obvious from just looking at the two of you. you had the perfect wedding, the perfect house and perfect vanilla sex. though, despite its initial merits, clearly it hadn't gotten you very far—not if you found yourself so sexless this early into your marriage.

you couldn't let your marriage go down like this, you simply wouldn't. something had to change; you both knew that. the only question was, who would be the one to fix it first? so, you finally mustered up the courage to tell your husband you were sick and tired of the drought, and you were more than ready to break this invisible wall which had stood between you two for months.

when you told nanami that you wanted him to fuck you nasty, whenever and however he pleased without so much as a warning— naturally, his cock hardened, and nanami had displayed the rarest of his facial expressions: shock. though, despite his obvious shock, he was just as desperate to bridge the painful distance between the two of you.

so, of course he agreed— because nanami kento was not one to deny his beautiful wife.

and then it began—the waiting game. a semblance of hope finally returned as a light in your plain, boring days and the thrill of the unknown had you going absolutely feral. not knowing when and if he was going to fuck you had you living through your day to day life in a constant state of need and arousal. you finally felt yourself getting closer and closer to the light at the end of the tunnel where a long, loving marriage awaited you.

it had only been two days since your conversation when he walked into your shared apartment after work, and saw you standing behind the kitchen island in the tiniest, sluttiest white dress, preparing his favorite after dinner dessert—apple pie. what a perfect, thoughtful wife you were.

you looked up from the recipe book to see him standing in the doorway, looking exhausted and overworked as usual but, also looking remarkably handsome in his clean suit. gosh. he had just walked through the door and already your warm and wet arousal was settling comfortably in your panties.

“hi kento, how was work?” you asked softly, your lips pulled into a light smile.

“tiring” he replied, his voice an octave deeper than normal. he must have worked very hard if he sounded this exhausted, you thought. his bag dropped to the ground with a thud and he took his shoes off followed by his blazer, leaving just his dress shirt and pants on. you watched him intently as he walked over to where you stood behind the kitchen island, rolling up his sleeves and throwing his tie on the marble surface.

you flinched as he wrapped his big arms around your waist, welcoming the warm yet unexpected touch. he nuzzled his stubbly face in the crook of your neck, placing feather light kisses along its delicate skin. you let out small, pathetic whimpers, feeling another rush of heat settle in your core. your slick would start dripping through your panties and onto the floor if you didn't fix this soon.

“my dear wife, i didn’t know you were so dirty” he mumbled into the sensitive flesh of your neck, lightly nibbling at it, and leaving a trail of wet kisses down it’s stretch. fuck. why had the two of you ever stopped doing this in the first place?

“w-what do you mean?” you asked breathlessly, already feeling worked up from his minor act of intimacy. he inhaled your sweet vanilla scent—relishing in it, before he spoke up.

“yes kento, i want to be fucked” he started, while slowly snaking his fingers down the side of your dress. “whenever you want, however you want” he finished, mocking you sweetly with your own filthy words from just days ago. he was playing with you, baiting you—and you were falling right into his waiting hands.

his fingers met with your soaked panties as you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, feeling him rub slow, lazy, teasing circles on your clothed clit, leaving you wishing you skipped the panties entirely when you got dressed this morning.

“is that not what you told me just a few days ago, my dear?” he whispered against the shell of your ear, watching you in amusement as you squirmed under his light touch. he’d barely given you anything yet your head was already clouded with arousal, making you literally tremble with need. dirty, dirty girl. “mhmmm” you hummed in response, not bothering to utter any words. not when you were so busy relishing in your husbands sweet proximity—a proximity you hadn’t felt for months.

“if i had known my wife was such a slut—” he said, slowly moving your wet panties aside with two long fingers “maybe we would’ve never had this issue in the first place” he finished, his deep, velvety voice sending little shivers racing across your skin. you closed your eyes, letting out sweet little mewls and whimpers while he toyed with your drenched pussy.

“k-kento” you moaned, desperate for more. it just wasn't enough. after so many celibate months, you were brimming with need, ready to burst at any given moment.

“yes baby? what is it?” his coo was sweet and honeyed. he toyed with you like a doll, teasingly pushing his fingers in and out of you, slowly pushing each and every coherent thought out of your mind, leaving you in a hazy, blur of need.

“ah— i n-need more” you whined pathetically in response, reaching a trembling hand up to the nape of his neck while your knuckles turned white on the other from your desperate grip on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“more what sweetheart? use your words for me” he practically purred in your ear, his voice a soft caress. the bastard knew exactly what he was doing, teasing you like this.

he pressed himself closer against you, removing your dress strap from your shoulder to give himself easier access to your tits. you bit your lip, desperately stifling your moans as he seized a handful of your breast, kneading and teasing the supple flesh, his fingers rolling your nipple with a torturous precision. fuck him.

"p-please kento, want you t-to make me feel g-good" you let out, voice shallow and breathy. your whines and moans were music to his ears, and he vowed they would be the only sound he ever craved to hear again.

you let yourself surrender to the waves of pleasure that coursed through your body as nanami pumped two of his thick, long fingers in and out of you. god, what a sight you were for him—eyes squeezed shut, rosy-cheeked and completely breathless. until this moment, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed in these last few sexless, stressful months he had lived through.

you whimpered a desperate plea as your husband pulled his fingers out, leaving you teetering on the edge of release. no, he was not going to give it to you that easy— especially not after this long of a wait. he turned you around to face him, and in one swift motion, lifted you onto the kitchen counter, the cold marble cooling the burning, aroused skin of your thighs. you felt a strong, big hand grab your waist while the other rest on the soft skin of your cheek. he looked at you through lust filled, hazel eyes—admiring his irresistible wife.

growing impatient, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. "kento" you breathed against his lips, desperate for more of his attention. no matter how much he gave you, you felt it would never be enough to make up for all the time you missed with your husband.

he kissed you softly, mapping every inch of your mouth with his wet tongue. you flinched, as he caught your lip between his teeth, teasingly biting down and nibbling on it before pulling away and leaving you whining and aching all over again. removing his hand from your cheek, he reached his arm around you and picked up the bottle of whipped cream that stood with the rest of the pie ingredients.

"my dear wife, when was the last time you made me this pie? the day after our wedding?" he chuckled deeply, studying the can in his hands.

"thought you'd like it" you mumbled, embarrassed by his mocking tone. you'd never seen him like this. his expression was one—in all your years of dating and one year of marriage—you've never seen him display. he looked hungry. a hunger that went beyond satisfying his human needs—this hunger looked feral, almost primal and he looked ready to do whatever it took to satisfy it.

nanami took a step back, opening your legs further apart to give him a better view of all your sweetest parts. you watched him flick the cap off the whipped cream can, buzzing with impatience as you waited for his next move. a strong hand pushed the fabric of your skimpy linen dress up to your waist, and you almost jumped when he sprayed some on your leg.

"ah- kento, what are you doing?" you gasped, looking down at your bare thigh, where a cute little heart of whipped cream was now drawn.

"apologizing to my sweet wife" he muttered, placing the can back down on the counter. he leaned his head down to your thigh, one of your hands instantly tangling itself in his hair. that's right. this is how nanami kento would apologize for all your missed orgasms—for unknowingly denying his wife.

his tongue met with your leg and he began slowly dragging it up and down the skin of your thigh, licking up all the cream that sat in the shape of a heart. a soft moan escaped your parted lips, and you tugged on his hair to pull his head up despite him not being finished.

"dear husband, when did you become so dirty?" you echoed his earlier words right back at him, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you locked eyes with his ravenous gaze. there it was, that hunger— that pure look of desire which you hoped would never disappear from his eyes. marriage was hard but in this moment you were both convinced that doing this every night, would make it feel effortless. nanami only smirked lightly before diving his head back down to meet your trembling thigh. that's right, he had you trembling with need—that's how desperate you were for his touch.

strong hands held your thigh down as he finished licking the heart of whipped cream on your leg. this was an interesting way to apologize to say the least. he lifted himself up, locking eyes with you as he slowly licked the last traces of cream from his lips. holy fuck, you almost came from the sight alone.

moving his hands, he pulled your dress over your head, leaving you in just your skimpy, soaked, panties. "so beautiful" he rasped, drinking you in with just his gaze while grabbing the can and getting to work on your tits. you giggled, watching him spray two hearts of whipped cream, one around each of your nipples.

"baby you- ah" the words died on your lips as he began licking the cream, finishing off with a light nibble that had your toes curling from pleasure. with a groan, he worked his way to the other one, sending chills down your spine and whimpers past your lips. one thing was for sure—nanami knew exactly what he was doing. and he wasn't going to stop.

"please" you whined desperately— impatiently. nanami was holding you on the brink of release, dangling your orgasm right in front of you before ripping it right back when you were about to finish. it was fucking frustrating.

so many nights, while nanami stayed late at work, you lay in your shared bed, desperate and aching, your fingers working tirelessly—trying, and failing, to replicate the feeling of his. little did you know that your dear husband spent his time in similar ways. in the late hours of the night while you were soundly asleep, he stood in the giant two person shower of your shared bathroom, hand wrapped around his veiny cock, warm water streaming down his body, pumping himself endlessly. he tried, he really tried. but nothing—nothing could compare to the addictive pleasure that came from your warm, tight walls clenching around his cock or the heavenly feeling of your soft, wet lips wrapping him so sweetly. yes, it was safe to say you were both very desperate and very frustrated.

"you wanted it nasty baby, that's exactly how i'll give it to you" he groaned in your ear moments before you were flipped face down onto the counter, toes barely touching the floor. you had awakened something inside him, and now that you'd gotten a taste of this nanami, you never wanted to go back.

you craned your neck to look back at him, watching him unbutton his now crumpled white dress shirt. he met your gaze, smiling at you while he reached beside you to grab his tie. you had never reacted to your husband this viscerally before. just the mere sight of him was intoxicating, leaving your head light and hazy, as if you were drunk on his presence alone.

he moved your hands behind your back, crossing them over each other before binding them together with his tie. a light moan escaped you, and you wiggled your hands, getting a feel for the restraint.

"spread your legs" he ordered, his suddenly stern and commanding voice only fueling the desperate throb between your thighs. you obeyed, stepping your toes further apart to allow him to stand between your legs.

you'd never thought you'd be this pliable, this eager to please. but here you were, pushed against the marble counter, wrists tied and ready to fulfill any of his wishes and demands—no matter how filthy. nanami held a dangerous level of control over you and your body, and the thought of wanting it any other way terrified you. surely this is what addiction felt like.

you flipped your head over to the other side, enjoying the cooling feeling of the marble against your burning cheek while you watched him pick up his handy whipped cream once again. guess he wasn't done with that huh.

"kento" you whined, indulging in the slow, sweet pleasure but impatiently needing more than just the teasing he was giving you. it wasn't fair. you had waited long enough.

"ah ah, so impatient, my dear wife" he clicked his tongue, grabbing hold of your wrists. you shuddered slightly when you felt the cold whipped cream meet with your tight holes. oh. he placed the can down, and got on his knees, still holding your bound wrists tightly with one hand and squishing the flesh of your soft thighs with the other. he dragged his tongue up all the way from your clit to your ass, licking up the string of cream he had drawn on you just moments before.

god, this man was filthy. his tongue lingered around your rear entrance, licking playful circles around it and prodding it with his tongue. the initially foreign feeling slowly grew on you, shooting warm pulses of pleasure through every vein in your body and deep into your aching core.

he dragged his tongue away from your tight ring, lapping up the last bits of cream left around your drenched cunt. you clenched your fists, desperate to hold something—anything to help you cope with the overwhelming pleasure you felt.

"kento— e-enough, i need you inside me" you uttered, unable to contain your restless, writhing need for him any longer.

"fine, if my beautiful wife so desires" he replied lazily, letting out a low laugh. you heard him unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the ground while he unzipped his pants. finally.

"my dirty, filthy wife" he muttered, idly pumping his hard, veiny cock with one hand. before you could protest, his fat, leaking tip found itself at your seeping entrance, prodding the wet flesh around it. you heard him suck in a sharp breath, a low hiss slipping from his lips as he pushed into you slowly, stretching you so wide that your eyes fluttered to the back of your head.

"nngh- ah" you moaned at the feeling of his tip reaching your cervix. he was sheathed inside you, waiting for your quivering body to adjust to his thick length. nanami was huge—there was no denying it. no matter how many times you had taken his cock, it was always an adjustment for you.

wiggling your hips, you tried to get as comfortable as you could on the hard, white marble countertop while he started slowly moving his cock in and out of you. "i-i haven't ah-adjusted" you whined, needing more time to get used to him. after all, the months of fucking yourself with your small fingers were nothing compared to your husbands cock.

but nanami only said, "you can take it" whilst speeding up to an almost frantic pace. you felt like you were going to fucking break. but don't say you didn't ask for this. you exposed your most vulnerable self to your husband just days before, begging to be treated like this. so yeah, you asked for it. and he was only doing what his wife desired.

nanami began to question his sanity. he never cracked under pressure, no matter the circumstance, but he felt his once strong grasp on his self control now slipping through his fingers. yup. this felt almost too good to be real—like he was either high on the most potent drug or finally losing his damn mind. he couldn't recall the last time he'd ever felt like this—not even during all the other times you had sex. you just felt that good in this moment.

each thrust had you crying out and clenching around him tighter and tighter—reassuring you that this marriage could be saved, that your sex life was not dead forever. your mind was swimming in pleasure and pain, the head of his cock kissed your cervix so roughly yet so sweetly. you silently said your final goodbyes to the sweet, innocent, vanilla versions of yourselves, and welcomed this new beginning for your marriage. you wanted this version of nanami for the rest of your life.

he fisted a handful of your hair, quite literally pulling you out of your lustful haze. nanami wrapped the strands around his hand once, securing you in place—not that you had any intention of being anywhere else anyway.

"fuck- baby you feel so fucking good" he growled from behind you, his breaths slowing into heavier, raspier ones. push. pull. push. that's what this fucking felt like. your scalp ached from the strong pull on your hair and your pussy throbbed from how hard he fucked you. your bodies fused together, connecting with each of his slams inside of you.

"nngh k-kento gonna c-cum" you stuttered out. he had you so fucked out on his cock you were barely able to even think, let alone form a sentence. it was fucking pathetic.

"yeah- f-fuck come for me" his voice came out in a ragged breath and his erratic pace began to slow into a more languid, agonizing one. he couldn't help himself—he wanted, no— needed to feel every single muscle along your tight walls clench around his cock. nothing felt better than this.

a desperate cry ripped from your throat as your entire body tensed, the long built up pressure in your core finally snapping free. your breath hitched, and you surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation, finally unraveling around him. your walls clenched and throbbed, milking his cock with every pulsating wave of pleasure that coursed through your body.

"that's it, good girl" nanami purred behind you, feeling his cock throb deep inside you— the unmistakable sign of his climax finally reaching him. he went still, letting his cum spill out inside of you as he came down from his high. he gently untangled his hand from your hair letting your head drop back down onto the counter top.

your eyes were shut and your body was limp. there was no way that you’d be able to get up and walk around— at least not for a while. you felt your husband finally pull out of you, hearing him buckle his pants back up. warm hands met with your still trembling body, and he gently flipped you over, scooping your body up into his arms. not a single word would come out of you. you were fucking spent.

“my love” he whispered softly, placing you onto the plush bed of your shared bedroom. you looked up at him through half lidded, blurry eyes. “hm?” you hummed out, hoping that was enough of an answer for him.

“let’s take a bath” he said simply and you nodded in response. you could use a warm soothing bath right about now. he stalked into the bathroom and you heard the water turn on. he came out naked moments later, and picked you up off the bed, carrying your limp, exhausted body to the bathroom.

he lowered himself in, and you followed, sitting in between his thighs, his huge frame towering over you from behind. he pushed you lightly to sit up and you obeyed, tilting your head backwards to give him easier access to your hair. he began running his long fingers through the strands, untangling the little knots that resulted from his pulling earlier. you hummed lightly at the feeling, enjoying this small, sweet act of intimacy.

he moved his hands down to your shoulders momentarily, placing light, wet kisses on each one, and a few down the length of your back. “you did so good for me” he whispered sweetly, his gentle praise sending a rush of warmth through you.

god. you loved your husband. he was so caring and so tender, and moments like these made sure to remind you of that. you hoped you’d never have to experience another drought in your marriage like that again and you would do anything to make sure it stayed the way it was in this very moment.

“kento?” you spoke up softly, eyes still closed and head thrown back as he began to lather your hair with your vanilla scented shampoo. “yes my love?” he asked in response, waiting to hear what you mustered up all your remaining strength to say.

“i didn't finish baking the pie" you said, letting out a soft laugh. so much for being thoughtful.

he let out a deeply chuckle in return, recalling how adorable you looked, baking in a cute little white dress. he'd never eat his favorite pie again if it meant sex like that for the rest of his life.

he lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered "it's okay, i already had my favorite dessert"

a/n: holy shit if u made it this far thank you so much for reading. this ended up being wayyyyyy longer than i planned it to be but i had such a good time with this <3

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unreasonablerobin · 2 months ago

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HI BARBIE

Damian Al Ghul x Girly!Reader

Synopsis: Damian and his... very girly girlfriend??

W.C: 4.3K

Tags: Fluff ♡

Something was different... everyone in the manor could tell that there was something different with Damian Al Ghul Wayne.

Considering he lived in a manor full of detectives, you really wouldn't think he'd have gotten away with his secret rendezvous.

7 months ago...

It all started with Alfred noticing new smells on his clothes as he did the laundry. At first, it seemed that Damian had simply switched to a new shampoo or maybe gotten a cologne. Then, the sharp scent of cologne started to come mixed with floral. Alfred did what any good butler would do. He ignored it. If his master wanted to indulge in wearing floral scents, he wouldn't shame him for it.

Alfred wasn't the only one who noticed the change in scent, though. Dick had been messing around with Damian in the training room. They always liked a good spar with each other. Everything was going as usual until... SNIFF

"Dude, are you wearing perfume?" Dick suddenly asked as he blocked a punch from his little brother. Damian's composure faltered for just a moment before he pulled himself together, grabbing Dick and tossing him over the shoulder. The poor vigilante was too distracted by his discovery to catch himself. He fell to the floor with a thud.

"Don't be ridiculous Grayson." The boy clicked his tongue as he began to walk out of the training room.

"It's one of those Britney Spears ones, Kori has a few," Dick said more to himself than Damian as the boy was choosing to ignore him the more words tumble out of his mouth. "Hold on don't tell, is it the pink one with the little green gems on it?"

Damian had to fight back the urge to inform him that the perfume he was thinking of was called Fantasy. He'd become quite the enthusiast simply from listening to you go on about all sorts of perfumes, and other products, sat at your vanity as he admired your reflection through the mirror.

"Why do you know so much about Britney Spears perfumes Grayson?" Damian retorted.

"Cause I have a very gorgeous girlfriend, Dams. I got her the perfume for her birthday, the bottle reminded me of her." He replied a lovesick grin already forming at the thought of his alien lover. The former assassin took the opportunity to sneak out of the training room as his older brother got lost in a train of hopeless romantic thoughts over his lover.

Once he made it back to his room he sharply inhaled. Yep, it smells like your perfume. Very clearly, like you'd jumped around spraying it before sneaking out this morning. He took a handful of his shirt and lifted it to his nose. Yep, also smells like your perfume and your setting spray. If he wanted to keep your relationship hidden from his lunatic families he'd need to do a better job of covering it, he thought to himself as he began to light any scented candles he could find. An attempt to cover your traces. One of them was a gift from you, so not entirely hiding your presence.

5 months ago...

The two of you were walking through the mall. Hands intertwined and a bundle of shopping bags in his other. He'd insisted on carrying them. No matter how ridiculous he looked. It was a funny sight. His cold hard expression paired with cute bags of clothes, makeup and a Sanrio plushie peeking out from one of them.

"Are you hungry, beloved?" Damian turned his head to face you. You pondered for a moment until your stomach decided for you by making a growling sound.

"Yes..." You said slightly embarrassed. A downturned smile spread on your face.

"Where would you like to go?" You were about to respond when your phone started ringing, a cheery pop song blared from your charm-adorned handbag.

"Sorry, one sec," you reached into the bag. Shoving all sorts of things around to get to your phone. "It's my mom, you pick I'll be back in a minute!" You stepped off to the side and answered the phone.

Damian huffed at the feeling of his empty hand as he began to scan the mall food court up ahead.

'Burger King, McDonalds, Stephanie and Cass, KFC...' He paused his train of thought. Oh shit, he didn't realise Stephanie and Cass would be here and walking towards you both, unaware of your presence.

"Mom, I promised I'd be back home for dinner. 6:30, I know," You laughed at her antics before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

You didn't get the chance to turn around as your hand was being grabbed and you were getting dragged away.

"Damian?" you looked at the boy as he swerved between the crowds. "Is everything alright?" You watched as he occasionally looked behind the two of you. Taking a small glance back you spotted two girls you recognised from a photo he'd shown you.

"Hold on, is that Damian?" Stephanie stopped Cass in her tracks and pointed ahead. Cass looked up from her milkshake and saw the head of her little brother.

"We should go say hi! Wonder what he's doing in the mall?" Stephanie had taken Cass' arm and was pulling her towards Damian, both unaware that he wasn't alone and trying to get away from them.

Damian noticed the two getting closer and took a sharp left turn into a random clothing store. He used the clothing racks to hide from the persistent girls following them.

"Why's he gone in here?" Stephanie wondered out loud. "It's a women's clothing store." Cass shrugged her shoulders as her mind went to Dick's theory on Damian trying out more feminine things, and being ashamed of it, after the perfume incident. She thought the theory was ridiculous.

Cass looked around quickly to see if the shop was even worth spending time in, but nothing was to her taste. As she scanned the store she spotted what looked to her brother... and a girl? Sneaking into the dressing rooms.

'No, it couldn't be,' Cass thought to herself watching the figure of a boy that looked exactly like her brother disappear into a dressing room with a really pretty girl. 'Could it?'

You and Damian crammed into a little dressing room with all your shopping bags.

"So..." You began, turning to the mirror to fix any out of place hairs.

"We'll have to wait a while, they are unfortunately persistent."

"How long?"

"I do not know, beloved," He shoved your shopping bags into the corner. "Longer than you'd like, I'd imagine."

You stood in silence for a moment.

"I can think of a couple ways to pass the time..." You turned away to prevent yourself from laughing at Damian's flushed face.

3 months ago...

Damian and Jason had been giving each other a hand during patrol that night. Damian was chasing some low-life thugs and they managed to slip out of his grasp and dash all the way to Crime Alley. Thankfully Jason was there and helped him catch the guys. After dealing with them Damian stood up, a vibration surged through his pocket. He reached in about to immediately hit decline. Why would he answer the phone on patrol? That's what he thought until your face graced his peripheral. He quickly turned his back towards his brother. It was a photo of you and your closets friends. (Obviously the contact picture was only focused on you). It was taken on your birthday. You were all dolled up in makeup and a gorgeous outfit you'd insisted you needed his opinion on before going out. He was about to answer when, "Who's that?" Jason called out from behind.

'Oh Shit.' Damian thought to himself. There are so many excuses to use when your brother smells your girlfriend's perfume on you, so many ways to hide from your sisters when out on a date. How does one convince Red Hood that 'Beloved <3' isn't what it looks like? That its no one special on the other end of the line?

"No one," Damian tried his luck with lying anyways. "Mind your business!" He possessively clutched the phone to his chest. Hiding the caller ID and contact photo. That was only for him to see.

Jason stared at him through his helmet, "Uh-huh, sure," Damian could feel the bullshit look on Jason's face behind the helmet. "No one at all."

"No one for you to concern yourself with Todd, mind your business." Damian stuttered out sharply before disappearing into the night. Away from prying eyes.

Jason couldn't help but grin as he watched his brother run off, phone clutched in his hand like a lifeline.

"Idiot."

Damian had perched himself on top of an apartment building. He brought his phone in front of him and called his last missed call. You. He sat in the silence of dawn, only the buzz of his voice and the tires of some earlier commuters to be heard. Until he heard the sweet voice of his favourite person.

"Hello? Damian?" God, how did your voice sound so angelic this early in the morning, through a phone speaker?

"Good morning, beloved," He sighed contently, "Apologies for not picking up when you first called I was finishing up something." He felt at peace hearing your voice and the ruffle of your bedsheets. Even if it was only through a phone and not in person. It would do.

"Oh sorry!" You whisper yelled. The sun was only rising, your family were probably still asleep. "I didn't mean to bother, we can talk la-"

"Nonsense, you are certainly not bothering me, beloved. I'm more than happy to make time for you at any hour of the day or night." He cut you off. It was silent on your end of the line for a few moments. A couple of giggles and some sheet rustling could be heard. Damian could see it in his mind you going slightly rouge and hiding your face in the pastel duvet.

"It's just," you trailed off, "I had a stupid nightmare and I couldn't go back to sleep."

"If my presence is what you seek in order to feel safe than I will always be available." You smiled at that looking out the window by your bed.

"I will be there."

"What!?" You shot up in your bed, shrinking in on yourself when you realised how loud you were being.

"Damian, there's no need-"

"Yes there is very much need," You sighed at his persistence. "You require my comfort to fall back asleep, I know how much you enjoy your weekend sleep." You fell back k down into tour bed with a smile. He was so right. You loved your weekend lie ins.

"I am finished patrol so I will make my way to you."

"Okay, I'll see you in a few, my windows open," you bit your bottom lip for a moment, hesitation filling you, "I love you." There was silence on the other end of the line until the call ended. You looked at your phone in confusion worried you'd accidentally hit the red button or if Damian had decided he actually hated you. A shadow replacing the sunrise light that had been beaming onto you stopped your train of thought. You looked up to see Robin perched on your windowsill. Strategically, as to not damage your flower boxes.

"I love you too." He whispered before he crawled through the window, landing on your bed.

2 months ago...

Damian was sat in the back of the Batcave as Bruce and Tim discussed something about an ongoing case. He was cleaning one of his katanas. Deciding it was clean enough he picked it up and set it to the side. A small sound of metal hitting metal made the two detectives perk up. The sound came again as Damian picked up another blade to clean. Tim turned his head ever so slightly to glance at the boy and in the corner of his eyes, he spotted it. A small ring on his left hand. He gave a small glance to Bruce, who was still staring at the screen before him, but he could tell the scrunch of his face wasn't from the confusion of the case. Damian completely unaware of his brother's and father's change in demeanour continued to clean his blades. The metal ring subtly caught the light as he carefully rubbed the cloth against the sharp edge of the blade. A gentle smile graced his face as he stared at the ring. His mind wandered back to the day he gave you the promise ring. He knew you'd love it but he was still so nervous. He would rather die than let anyone know that though. Little whispers snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted Tim leaning in towards Bruce muttering something.

"Can I say something?" Tim questioned in a hushed teasing tone.

"No, you can not." Bruce sternly replied, folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh come on," Tim looked from him to his brother out of the corner of his peripheral. "You can't not be curious about what's up with him?"

Bruce gave the young detective a quick glance before returning to the screen with CCTV footage playing.

"Of course I am, but it is none of our business." He said curtly. "Damian is very capable and I trust that he is independent and mature enough to do as he pleases."

Tim sighed in response to that. He'd have to lay off on the teasing for now, but just know that when he gets a moment alone with his little brother he will become the biggest pain in the ass.

Damian couldn't help but let his smile grow back after hearing his father's words. He spun the ring around his finger for a brief moment before setting his blades aside and exiting the cave.

1 month ago...

Another rare day where you manage to spend the day in Wayne Manor. Today was much easier than all the others. Dick was in his apartment with Kori'ander, Bruce and Tim were away on company business, the girls were all out, and Jason was god knows where. You didn't really care if they were in the Manor or on the other side of the world at this moment. You were sprawled on top of your boyfriend in his bed. Nothing could possibly ruin this day for you. Your head was rested on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. His hand held yours and the other played with the ends of your hair. You both layed in the silence of the day as you quite literally watched paint dry. Over on his desk, which was supposed to be used for homework and not art or makeup, like it you had previously been using it for. Two small paintings lay drying; one of batcow and the other of a sunset. A huff of laughter from the chest beneath you made you look up.

"What?"

"There is paint on your face, beloved."

You shot up from his body and where about to run into the bathroom. Damian gently grabbed into your face. The red paint streaks where mostly dry now so he was easily able to rub them off. Even when your face was paint free, you both sat there, your face in his hands and his thumb caressing your skin.

"You are so beautiful, Habibti." You stared with a lovestruck look right back at his lovesick one. He leaned in a little closer.

"May I?" He asked, ever the gentleman. You nodded.

He brought his lips to yours not caring about the sticky sensation of your lip gloss. You sighed into the kiss and brought your hands up to rest of his. They slid down and held onto his wrists. Neither of you would get Iver this feeling. The butterflies, your lips on eachother, the fear that enters your body when you hear a knock of the door. Oh my god. You immediately pulled away.

"Master Damian," Alfred's muffled voice came through the door. "Would like some cookies? They are freshly baked."

"No thanks, Pennyworth." Damian quickly replied. There was an uncomfortable silence for a second before-

"Would your friend like some?" Both of your eyes bulged out and your jaws dropped.

"I won't tell, no need to fret!"

You looked to Damian nervously, who nodded his head, telling you that Alfred really meant what he said.

"Yes please!" You piped up. You could smell those cookies and my god, you wanted them so bad.

"Very well, I'll prepare them and some tea." Alfred laughed before heading back to the kitchen.

Present...

Yesterday had been another one of those rare days where nobody was in the manor, so you had come over and Damian persuaded you to stay the night.

You sleepy made your way into the bathroom attached to his room. Deciding it was time to get ready for the day. Your eyes scanned the counter top covered in skincare and makeup products left here overtime by you. You couldn't help but smile thinking of all the smalls ways you two had been intertwining your life's. You had things in his place, he had things in yours, he carried hair ties for you and you carried bandages for him. It was simple and sweet. It got you thinking about why he didn't want you to meet his family as you did your skincare. He'd met yours, plenty of time at that. He'd spent the night, he'd had dinner with them, hell you're mom bought him an Easter egg! You swore up and down to yourself he didn't have any problem with you or his family. Now picking up your primer you couldn't help but be confused. Why is he so desperate to hide you and your relationship? You shook the thoughts away when you spotted your frown in the mirror, now just focusing on getting ready.

An hour had passed and Damian was awake. He could hear you in the bathroom as he rolled over in the now cold bed.

"Babe, can you help me?" You softly called out as you nudged the bathroom door open. "I can't get my earing in." You informed with you hands at your ear.

He got up from his bed a maneuvered you back into the bathroom, where the lighting was good, shutting the door behind him.

"I can't get it through, it shouldn't be closed up though!" You handed him the earing and stood beside him under the ceiling light.

He tilted your head and began what would be an annoyingly long process of trying to perform the simple task of getting a piece of metal through a hole.

Alfred was in the middle of cooking breakfast and asked Dick to go wake his brother up. Unaware that you were still here. You usually snuck out earlier but you're phone was dead when you woke up so you never checked the time.

Dick trecked up the stairs, past Jason leaving his room and towards Damian's. He softly knocked on the door before swinging it open.

"Uh, Jason?"

"What?" Jason grumbled at the end of the hallway.

"Who's phone is that?" Dick asked pointing towards a phone that definitely wasn't his brother's. Unless he'd taken a sudden liking to charms and bows.

Jason sleepy stared at Dick until the image of Damian's phone with a picture of a girl and suspicious caller ID appeared in his head. Now he was sprinting towards his brother's room.

Jason and Dick stood in the doorway examining the unknown phone plugged in and rested on the nightstand. Jason gasped and pointed at a woman's bag, say on the floor, leaning against the desk leg. Dick dramatically took hold of Jason and put a finger to his lips. He then pointed to the bathroom door.

"Damian it's fine!"

"I don't want to hurt you!"

"It's not going to hurt, babe I promise!"

A girl? Babe!?

This had Dick and Jason turning to eachother, shock written all over their faces as they sprinted to the stairs.

Bruce, Tim, Stephanie and Cass were all sat at the dining table. Bruce was reading the newspaper, Tim was chugging a coffee, Stephanie was talking to Cass while they waited for the other three boys. Same as every morning. At least it was, until-

"Damian has a girlfriend!" Dick shouted like he was the final girl just after discovering who the killer was.

"She's upstairs!" Jason skidded into the kitchen behind him.

Alfred froze, as he watched Tim and Stephanie sprint faster than he'd ever seen before. Dick and Jason following right behind them. Cass subtly followed. She didn't want to be nosy but... she needed to know! Her suspicions were driving her crazy ever since the mall. Bruce sighed, folding up the newspaper and setting it down before heading up to Damian's room as he heard screaming.

You were mortified. Six people just barged into the room and saw you in your pyjamas; your underwear and one of Damian's shirts. You screamed and immediately bolted back into the bathroom. You were panicking. Damian didn't want you to meet his family and you just did it in the worst way possible. Half naked and screaming. What a way to meet the future in-laws. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you slid to the floor. Atleast your hair and makeup look good.

"Drake, what the fuck!?" Damian yelled.

"Hold on, why am I the only one getting yelled at?" Tim retorted.

Stephanie nudged his shoulder. "You scared her stupid!"

"We barged in at the same time!"

"You're a guy!"

Damian stood there with a frustrated expression watching Tim and Stephanie bicker and the rest of his family pile in. Cass's small smile at him help him relax a little, but only a little. And just for a moment, cause then Dick and Jason piped up.

"So..." Dick began. "Who is she?"

"None of your business."

"That's what you told me when someone named 'beloved' called you on patrol." Jason chimed in with a teasing tone. Damian could only stare at more frustration than before. His cheeks began to flush and that just passed him off more. Stephanie wasn't helping with her "awww's in the background. Damian was about to scream for them to all get out, get physical with Tim if he needed to.

“Damian.”

Everyone turned towards the stern, deep voice in the doorway. Bruce stepped forward to his youngest son.

"Father," Damian started a tangent before Bruce even had a chance to say anything more. "Her name is Y/n. We have been dating for 8 months, and I love her. No matter your approval or disapproval I will continue to see her." Damian informed his father in a stern and determined tone.

“If it’s alright with you I would like to meet her. Properly.” He requested. “I believe the rest would also like to meet her.” Damian didn’t know how to respond. He thought his father would have a bigger reaction to lying and sneaking around with a girl. Especially considering the occupations of everyone present.

“Of course only if she’s alright with it as well.” Bruce added with a light smile.

"Allow me to check." Bruce ushered all of his children out of the young boy's room.

Once they’d all left he slid into the bathroom where you were still sat on the floor.

“Habibti,” he called out softly. “We don’t have to go down there if you don’t want to.” He knelt in front of you.

“No! I want to, I’d love to meet your family.” You countered quickly. “Only if that’s okay with you, I don’t want to overstep.”

“Whatever you want, beloved.” He said with a smile identical to his father’s.

You were now dressed and sat beside Damian at the Wayne dining table. All of the Wayne's were staring at you. It wasn't daggers or disgust. You'd figured it was curiosity.

"How the hell did you even meet?" Jason asked the first question.

"School." Damian answered coldly.

"No offence, but I didn't expect you to end up with someone so..." Dick trailed off as he swung is fork around as if it would conjure up the words he wad looking for.

"Girly?" You suggested. "I get it, you probably thought he'd end up with someone like yourselves."

Everyone at the table felt a bead of sweat drop from their foreheads.

"What?" Stephanie asked with a nervous laugh.

"She knows." They all snapped their necks to look at Damian and then their father at the head of the table.

He sighed, "Damian I trust that you thought about all this before giving us away?"

"Of course I did. Do not suggest that they are not trustworthy." Bruce and Damian had a bit of a stare off. While that was happening Stepahine had kicked Tim out of his chair beside you.

"You're hair is so gorgeous! What do you use?" She asked as she held a strand in her palm.

"Oh, I cannot think of the name! But there's some up in Damian's bathroom, I'll show it to you."

Dick leaned over the table, "I thought I was going crazy when I started smelling perfumes off him!" You laughed at his comment.

"What do you use? It smells similar to the one Kori uses."

You began to chat with the vigilantes about all sorts of things. Telling Cass and Stephanie about the products you use and where you shop, listening to stories about Dick and Kori. Jason chimed in with a few book recommendations and reviews after learning you like to read. Quickly you found yourself having conversations with all the Waynes like it was as easy as breathing. As you were laughing at some Internet joke you and Tim were discussing, you spotted a poute on your boyfriend's face. And it finally clicked.

Damian Al Ghul was jealous of his own family.

He kept your relationship a secret and avoided introducing you for so long because he didn't want them to steal your attention.

You couldn't help but smile at that.

A/N: First piece published!! I welcome back feedback with open arms. Please just don't take this opportunity to be rude. I'd love to know if I write ooc or if my grammars incorrect, ect.

Shout out to Damian Al Ghul my gatekeeping king🙏

#I'M A BARBIE GIRL - unreasonablerobin #damian al ghul x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul x you #damian wayne x you #damian al ghul x y/n #damian wayne x y/n #dc x reader #batfam x reader #girly!reader #fem!reader

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qardenofeden · 3 months ago

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contrary to popular belief, osamu miya is not any better than his twin brother, especially when he’s with you.

this must be your fourth date this month, and it’s barely even two weeks in. so, in order to save money, osamu proposes a little life hack. a cheat code, if you will.

“baby, i got this ring at a pawn shop,” he takes a small, rusty ring from his pocket and presents it to you as he continues, “i’ll pretend i’m proposin’ to ya and all ya gotta say is yes, okay? free dinner, easy peasy.”

you sigh, holding back your laughter as you pinch your temple. “‘samu, that’s unethical.”

“whaaaat? no way, come on, baby. we’ll get to go on dates more often if we do this,” he says, and you know you shouldn’t say yes. you should be the angel in this scenario, guiding him towards the right path. the path of the just and the good.

...but then again, why would osamu date you if you weren’t at least a tiny bit similar in terms of thinking?

“fine.”

“hells yeah!” he celebrates, looking around and waiting for one of the staff members to enter your vicinity. luckily, it doesn’t take long until a blonde girl walks to the table next to yours and starts cleaning up the leftover dishes the previous party has left behind.

osamu looks at you, grinning before he gets off the chair and gets on his knee. you cup your mouth with both your hands, seemingly in shock; though in reality, you’re doing it to prevent yourself from laughing like a madman.

“my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend. i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”

and the restaurants’ guests just eat. it. up. the crowd cheers, much like how they do in his games, and they chant “yes, yes, yes!”

“yes!” you burst out in laughter, jolting out of your seat and hugging him. he lifts you up slightly before putting you back to the ground and kissing you, lips soft and at your mercy.

osamu puts a ring on your finger as the crowd yells and howls, and later that night, the manager approaches the two of you and tells you not to worry about the bill.

atsumu’s been rubbing off on your boyfriend too much.

and so this becomes a ritual, though you’re both careful not to overuse it. you reserve it for anniversaries and small celebrations, like his team winning a big tournament or you getting a high score from a grumpy professor.

and though it doesn’t always work, you guys at least get a little dessert on the house.

until one day, when you’re a high end, fancy restaurant. you’re wearing a silk, red dress with so much jewelry, you’re practically shining. the chandelier lights reflect off of his rolex watch, and you both have just finished eating.

“this place is really good, osamu. we should come here more often.” you take a sip of the wine, drinking in delight.

“yeah... hey babe, what’s that?” he points behind you and you turn immediately in curiosity.

“...huh? ‘samu, i don’t see anything,” you turn back around to face him, but lo and behold, osamu miya is down on one knee.

your eyes look around in shock, clearly taken aback. “wha�� babe, we didn’t plan this?!”

“i know,” he chuckles, pulling out a ring similar to the one he bought at the pawn shop, except brighter, cleaner. with more diamonds than you could ever even imagine. “my love, i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”

sure is a good thing osamu’s got practice.

@deardoelle mwah

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artemisiasmuse · 4 months ago

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rafe cameron x sweet virgin!reader

she told you she celibate but she told me I can nail her shit

cw: mdni 18+, virgin!reader but has some other experience, lowkey a freak tho, toxic rafe, corruption kink : >, size kink, first times, rafe goes a lil crazy, sweetie pie reader x insane yandere bf rafe is lowkey my favorite trope

~ 6k words

a/n: happy valentine’s day my loves <3 i didn’t read this over and i’m so sorry if there’s hella mistakes i will fix it later! this may or not be self-insert yes even that part

the trouble all began with sarah cameron and her big mouth. well really both of you were to blame, but you’d think she would be quieter when her older brother was lurking around. you were older than her by a few years, closer to his age than hers, not that it mattered though, rafe treated you like you were practically wheezie’s age. you didn’t let it sting you any more you had long gotten over trying to be seen as a woman in rafe cameron’s eyes. or maybe you just stopped watching him, he’s always noticed you but you felt out reach, until now. when he overhears his sister’s words he almost breaks the glass of water he’s holding.

“a virgin at 19 looking like you do is insane” sarah looked you up and down as you tried on the dress you’d bought together at the mall. you got shy at her words, you knew she wasn’t judging you but instead genuinely in disbelief that men weren’t throwing themselves at you. you had long mastered the art of looking unapproachable and uninterested after too many bad experiences.

“stoppp is it so hard to believe, you know how bad it’s been for me?” he really hopes no one sees him leaning against the wall next to his sister’s door, he’d look like such a weirdo. wheezie would never let him live this down, she’d barely held back on letting his little crush slip before. if sarah ever found out he’d be in another hell.

“fuck you’re right, if they can’t make you come what’s the point?” rafe winced at his sister’s words, willing away the temptation to gag. he was trying to focus on the fact that no guy had made you come before instead.

“you’re awful, but i’m done with men for a long time. im gonna focus on college and not waste time on them.” he relished in the twisted feeling that no one could touch you, even if the losers before had a chance they clearly couldn’t cut it.

“righttt being in a dorm filled with horny guys is gonna make that easier.” sarah deadpanned and you shoved her, seeing her point. you hadn’t thought about it like that.

“okay leave me alone i’ve been successful so far”

“oh my god speak of the devil, john b’s calling me over, can you cover for me? i’ll be back in like two hours max, promise.” you were a little disappointed she was leaving you but you knew how difficult it was for her to see him without someone covering for her. you nodded and pulled out your phone.

“fine but i’m ordering pizza,” rafe didn’t know if he should be terrified or elated that you two would be home alone for two hours. why did it have to be today that the rest of his family fucked off? was this divine intervention?

“save me a slice!” rafe could hear his sister rustling around, getting ready to go, so he did the same.

“you’re gonna be too busy eating di-“ rafe promptly ran off at that. he’d heard enough, his imagination would run wild with this new information.

it was half an hour later when, like clockwork, rafe made sure to be near the front door for the pizza delivery. he paid and tipped the guy, while you were making your way down at the sound of the doorbell. he hurries back upstairs, nearly running into you on the stairs. your eyes trace his pretty features and then land on the box in his hands, shock and horror cascading your face. rafe can’t believe that you look so good even now, you’re wearing a crop top with seemingly no bra underneath and high waisted sweatpants. to him you look like a model.

“hey! that’s my pizza” rafe laughs and continues up the stairs, you turn on your heel and follow him up. you’re kinda hangry and your pizza being held hostage is not helping your mood.

“i just paid for it so i don’t think so.” you both reach the top of the stairs but rafe isn’t stopping, he’s going to his room instead. this won’t do, he’ll lock the door and slam it in your face, you quickly move to stand in front of him blocking the path to his doorway. rafe thinks it’s cute that you think that would stop him, he feels a bit stir crazy over how small you look gazing up at him

“i’ll pay you back!” your hands shoot up against the doorframe, blocking entry even further. he wants to tease you a bit more but the idea of sharing a pizza in his room is way more tempting.

“nah it’s fine just let me have some.” you release your blockade and let him move past you, still with his-your pizza in his hold, following him mindlessly. if you were less hungry you would’ve realized eating pizza with your longtime crush and best friend’s brother in his room sitting on his bed was in fact not a great idea. but that fleeting concern is out the window when he opens the box and you climb onto his bed like it’s second nature. rafe does his best to stay concentrated on the present, it’s difficult when your shirt rides up and a sliver of your stomach is displayed, it looks so soft and untouched and he really isn’t hungry for pizza, he never was.

“i was gonna offer anyways for the record.” you say it while picking up a slice and rafe mirrors your action, laughing at your tone.

“yeah sure you were princess,” you ignore the way his voice sounds, the way he says your name, the way his room smells like him and it’s making your head spin.

rafe watches you eat transfixed when you lick the tips of your fingers, he can’t believe that he’s struggling to control himself over pizza but your words are ringing in his head.

“rafe do you have any napkins?” you hold up your greasy fingers and he nods his head dazedly, getting up to grab some for you and taking the pizza box off his bed with him. you move to get off then, looking around his room, you knew he wouldn’t appreciate if you snooped through his things so you just look at the pictures on the wall, the books he has. rafe finds you standing near his desk when he comes back, wordlessly handing you the napkins.

“i always forget you have a motorcycle.” your head motions towards the helmet resting on the surface of his desk.

“i don’t use it as much now.” he leaned back against the footboard of his bed, arms crossed against his chest as he watched you look at his stuff. he couldn’t figure out why you were still in his room, were you that curious?

“can i ride it? i’ve always wanted to try.” yeah rafe might just pass out now. you don’t even know what you’re doing to him, head cocked to the side looking at him so innocently he can barely hold back much longer.

“sure but i gotta teach you the basics so you don’t crash.” rafe is proud of himself for even stringing a sentence together in response. you notice a slight flush to his cheeks and ears.

“okay that’s fair.” you turn towards him, mirroring his form and leaning back against his desk. there’s a few feet between you but rafe thinks it would be so easy to lift you onto the mahogany and kiss you until you can’t breathe. his shorts feel so restrictive and he’s grateful he’s wearing black. he can’t hold back any longer, he has to know.

"is it true?" the words come out rushed, unsure of if they should even be said in the first place. but rafe’s not a quitter and he doesn’t shy away from anything really, even if the past few hours feel like a dream he would have in middle school.

"is what true?" your head does that thing again like a puppy and he nearly keels over, you’re too adorable for your own good. his gaze flits away for a second, he has to commit. your trusting expression and your airy tone make it all the more hard.

"no guy's made you come before?" you blink in shock twice before covering your face with your hands. this must be the most embarrassing moment of your life.

"ugh you heard that?"

"yeah you guys aren't exactly quiet" you might have to kill sarah cameron in her sleep, if she even comes back that is. you don’t know why you answer him, you could have just ran away but the magnetic pull of rafe cameron coaxes you to answer.

"yeah it's true" you sound defeated and rafe has to hold back a snicker, he watches you peer through your fingers at him, watching his expression.

"well i can rectify that..you know for the sake of mankind and all" there’s a smirk on his lips as he says the words that will haunt you forever. you’re sure he’s just messing with you and you huff a breath of disbelief. did he know about your little crush? you’d been hiding it so well for the past few years!

"don't tease me, rafe" you step away from his desk, moving to leave his room. even if it was just the two of you in the house you’d much rather sit in sarah’s room or watch the tv than be ridiculed.

"i'm not, it'd be a shame if a pretty girl like you gave up on men, especially for me." it’s almost as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on your head when rafe cameron speaks. pretty girl the first time he’s called you anything that might suggest you’re not just his sister’s friend. the world spins on its axis and you try to grasp onto his words, try to understand that he might be genuine but you can’t. there’s still that voice of doubt telling you he’s just messing with you. rafe watches your expression go from shock to disappointment, you don’t believe him. he supposes it’s not that believable when he’s been purposefully avoiding you for a while. you must think he’s just messing with you, but he’s dead serious. he’ll just have to prove it.

“whatever rafe i don’t have time for your games.” you mumble it and leave his room, slamming the door a bit harder than you intended. the next few hours are torture. rafe cameron planted an insidious weed in your mind and it’s growing exponentially.

of course it’s not the first time you’ve imagined it, you’d often thought about what his long thick fingers would feel like. or how his biceps would feel under your hands if you held onto them for support. you’d fantasized about every part of him, even the tip of his nose. so the idea that it might just be within your reach had you spiraling. you took a cold shower, not that it helped, your underwear was still soaked after. no guy you’d been with had made you so wet, let alone before even touching you. it was as if the universe was testing you. a sick thrum in your body had found its way into your bones, vibrating with need and you paced in your best friend’s room thinking over all the consequences.

when you’d reached the conclusion that even if he was sincere it was still a bad idea, your phone pinged. a text from sarah that read: “i’m gonna be staying the night here, if you’re already asleep i’ll see you in the morning 🤍” with all your internal turmoil you hadn’t realized it was past the two hours she’d said. she would be out all night. you and rafe were home alone, all night. you swallowed down the lump in your throat, your heart pounding your chest. your feet were moving faster than your head, the pitter patter of your footsteps almost as fast as your heartbeat, and before you knew it you were in front of his door. you hesitated for a second breathing in deep once before knocking, the light was still on so you knew he was awake.

“yeah?” rafe did his best to hide the satisfaction he felt seeing you twitchy and shy in front of his door. you swallowed down again, looking up at him with as much confidence as you could. there was a few seconds of silence, he gave you the time you needed, looking down at you with bright inviting eyes.

“is your offer still on the table?” his face split into a grin, moving aside to let you in like you’d done before and with no hesitation you pushed past him. even the small graze of your shoulder against him set his skin ablaze. he was going to lose his mind.

“‘doesn’t really have an expiration date.” your mind was blanking at his every advance, you tried not to think about his words, you couldn’t afford to fall deeper for him.

“just don’t like tell anyone about this?” you murmured, watching him close the door behind you two and getting a bit nervous. if sarah found out you’d be in for hell. losing your virginity to your best friend’s brother wasn’t exactly a great conversation to have.

“i’m not topper don’t worry.” you believed him, rafe despite his other faults, was always respectful.

“can i kiss you?” you nodded fervently, rafe held back a laugh at your enthusiasm. he walked up to you slowly as if giving you the chance to run and slid his hands from his hips to the curve of your waist. you stood on your tiptoes, your arms going around his neck and rafe couldn’t believe this was real. maybe if he pretended it was a dream he wouldn’t be so nervous. he’d have to do just that. one of his hands cupped your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone and your eyelashes fluttered closed at the touch. he pressed a tentative kiss to your lips.

his lips felt soft and you breathed out in relief after, as if some sort of spell was lifted. rafe kissed you again, this time letting himself breathe you in. you felt so small and delicate in his hold, he wanted to take his time with you. you had other ideas. kissing rafe cameron felt even better than you’d imagined, when he pulled back you surged forward this time, biting his lower lip making him groan into your mouth. another chill of desire wracked your body at the sound and you tested the waters by licking the seem of his lips. rafe pulled you even closer and bent down to kiss you deeper. his mouth opened and his tongue met yours. you tasted so good to him he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on your tongue slightly, making you whine in his hold. the sound flipped a switch in his mind, he wanted more of the sound, he needed to hear you say his name in that airy desperate sound again. a string of saliva connected your lips and snapped off in the middle, your breathing was heavy and his was too. you caught your breath all the while looking up at him, he held your gaze. the furrow of your brows grew deeper the longer you looked.

“we don’t have to do anything else.” him asking for consent again drew in another crushing wave of arousal, you were a lost cause. okay maybe your standards were in hell. even his cologne was better than any other guy, something woodsy and heavy, mature, not like the shitty ones you’d had to smell before.

“no-no i want to,” he’d have to ask you later why you looked so mad after kissing him, right now he had too much else to do. you could only watch as he lifted you by the grip on your waist, your legs going around his hips in fear of falling. he’d done it so casually you couldn’t process it in time. rafe set you down gently on his mattress, his weight pressed into you and your legs tightened around him. he kissed you again, already missing the taste of your lips, and leaned back. you realized what he was about to do as he sat back on his knees.

“no i-can you just come up here?” you felt far too shy for him to eat you out and although rafe respected your wishes he was a bit disappointed. he’d just have to make sure there was a next time. there were other ways to taste you anyways. he followed your lead, leaning back over you and kissing you again, tongue and teeth clashing together in need. one of his hands moved from your waist up and under the hem of your shirt, traveling up slowly until he reached the fat of your breast. the feeling of his fingers on your nipple jolted your body. usually you didn’t get anything out of a guy touching your boobs but him you were arching into his touch, huffing into his mouth. rafe loved how sensitive you were, reacting to every touch of his. he massaged the tit in his hand, reveling in how you squirmed underneath him. if you kept moving you’d feel how painfully hard he was in his shorts.

after giving up on kissing you he peeled off your crop top, trailing kisses down your neck. he bit at the skin and sucked, surely littering your neck with hickies. you smelled so sweet to him and he couldn’t get enough, biting hard in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you squeaked at the feeling, shocked at how pleasure blurred the lines of the pain you should be feeling. being marked by rafe was transcendental.

“look at you, so fucking pretty.” you met his gaze, his eyes raking down your chest and back to your face. the compliment made your head even cloudier, you’d let him do anything he wanted already, and it didn’t even scare you. his mouth trailed lower, biting at the tops of your breasts before latching onto your nipple and sucking, biting and laving over the sensitive nub with his tongue. you writhed under him, desperate for some friction between your legs. you huffed out a breath in frustration. he took his time bruising your chest with his marks. everyone should know who you belonged to. he leaned back to admire his work, his eyes finally meeting yours and seeing your waterline filled with unshed tears. god he was being so cruel, you just wanted to come and here he was doing as he pleased.

“rafe can i have your fingers please?” he was about to take pity on you anyway but the desperate sound of you begging was too delicious to give up. he looped his fingers through yours, hands intertwined against the silk sheets next to your shoulder.

“fuuckkk when you ask like that how can i say no?” his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from your voice, he might just come from it alone. “how d’ya want them?” he knew, of course he knew, he just wanted to hear you say it. your lips were swollen from his kisses and you still managed to look so innocent under him, he wanted to mark every inch of your body so no one could touch you again.

“you know!” you huffed out, a pout on your lips that he kissed away, you still looked at him with frustration. your underwear was practically sticking to you now, you felt so warm and uncomfortable between your legs, desperate for friction. you’d never felt like this before, completely wrecked with need, unable to think about anything besides addressing your desire.

“spell it out for me, i can’t think clearly right now.” he kissed under your ear coaxing you into submission, a purr curled through you at the feeling. his lips were featherlight against you, soft and adoring and you couldn’t remember why you were holding back.

“‘wan you to fuck me with them.” it was a small mumble, slipping past your lips but rafe caught it nevertheless. his free hand hooked into your pants and pulled them down, you kicked them off and let him settle back between your legs. at least being out of your pants gave your legs some reprieve but the cool air only illuminated how drenched your underwear was. rafe’s large hand skimmed past your breasts to your stomach and rested against your waistband. he looked to you for admission and you nodded your head. instead of dipping underneath the band he trailed downwards, over the flimsy material. the ghost of his touch near your clit had you jerking under him, your hands flying to his shoulders. two large fingers pressed against the fabric, right above your opening, his fingers felt moist and he clicked his tongue at the feeling.

“baby you soaked through your panties, whose got you so worked up?” you whined, a pretty throaty sound that you’d been holding in and he vowed to pull more from you. his fingers were skimming along your opening, teasing the fabric and not quite touching you. your legs wanted to close on his hand but your hips moved closer, trying to make him touch you.

“you!” you screamed out, eyes squeezed shut as he removed his hand completely. you’d start leaking through them if he didn’t do something soon.

“that’s right me, not those fucking losers, just me.” his free hand, closed around your chin making you open your eyes and meet his. he looked crazed, pupils blown and overshadowing the blue with hooded eyes and a satisfied grin curling his lips. when you met his gaze he finally dipped his fingers beneath the band and pressed his thumb against your clit. he found it with such ease your eyes rolled back into your skull, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched. “i got you baby,” your legs spread wider for him, pulling him into you as his fingers slid through your drooling folds all the while his thumb ground against you. his fingers were so much larger than yours you could feel him everywhere. he prodded your hole with his index finger, grunting at how tight you were. streams of arousal kept pouring out of you, you needed him to do something. you squirmed under him again and rafe acquiesced, shoving his finger in. you were so tight and warm around him, slippery and soft walls hugged him as he stretched you out with one finger alone. “f-fucking tight,” he was gonna start soiling his shorts from the way you felt around his finger alone. he fucked you slow and deep, feeling along your insides for your sensitivity. he knew as soon as he found it because you screamed his name, hands clutching his arms tightly.

“feels weird,” he let you get used to the feeling, his thumb grinding against your clit. you were already feeling close and he’d barely started.

“poor pussy probably never felt this good huh?” you whimpered at his words, he was being so filthy and usually it turned you off. nothing about rafe could do that at this point. you shook your head, affirming his suspicions and his middle finger circled your opening. he was gentler this time, moving his fingers in inch by inch until you stopped clamping down. the pressure of him stretching you wasn’t unbearable but you didn’t know how you’d ever take more than his fingers at this rate. he accurately hammered against that spot, out for blood, while his thumb circled your clit. you were dripping onto his hand, coating him with your juices and the squelch of his fingers fucking into you filled the room. the sounds were so obscene you tried blocking them out with your pathetic little whines but rafe was determined to hear your soppy cunt crying for him. it wasn’t long before you felt the encroaching of your release and he knew it he could feel it in the way you clenched around him and whined when his fingers pulled out completely. one more carress of the sensitive gummy spot inside you had you seeing white. your vision blurred as you shook in your release, holding his wrist so he’d stop his motions, shivers wracked your body as you came the hardest you ever had. your walls fluttered around him, more of your release dripping down your cunt and soaking the sheets below. he was sick enough to leave them like that for the night, you smelled so sweet and he bet you tasted even better.

his fingers dipped out of your underwear and your eyes opened to watch him, probably a mistake on your part because just the vision of rafe cameron licking his fingers clean and groaning at the taste made you ready to go again. his eyes rolled back in his head at the taste, his eyes ground shut at the sugary flavor coating his tongue and teeth. he really hoped you’d let him have more later because now that he’d had a taste he wanted the full meal. you shivered at the way he reacted, your whole body on high alert from your orgasm, but even as sensitive as you were you couldn’t help but be greedy.

“rafe, can we go further?” his heart might just give out, you look nervous even now after he’s already addicted. he moves back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your eyes are drawn to his chest.

“thought you’d never ask.” you’re not even trying to hide how you ogle him, seeing him at the beach is one thing but in front of you, when you can touch him is another. rafe watches you reach a hand out, slightly out of range and moves closer to you, letting you touch him. your smalls hands traverse the expanse of his shoulders, his pecs, and trace the outline of his abs. when they reach the tuft of hair above his waistband, rafe has to stop you. the tiny fleeting touches make him twitch in his pants. he moves your hand to rest against his shoulder, pulling your underwear all the way off and looking down at how he completely drowns your body out.

“fuckkk can’t believe im the lucky one who gets to break this little pussy in,” he kisses along your neck, hands squeezing your waist and marveling at how diminutive you feel. he can’t wait to be inside you, he wonders if you’ll even be able to take him.

“s-so dirty” his words are heating up your entire body and you’d feel embarrassed if you weren’t arching into him. rafe moves to pull down his shorts, waiting a beat before he does.

“you sure you want this?” while taking your virginity was something he could only dream about before he needed to be sure.

“yes i want it to be you, i trust you.” you say it as normally as you can.

“we can stop whenever you want, like i said ‘offer’s not gonna expire.” you hope you can take it up even after this, maybe not even once or twice. if he could make you feel like this why would you need anyone else? then he pulls his shorts off and you start to regret your decision.

“oh-is th-that gonna fit?” his cock sprung out and slapped against his stomach, long and thick and way too big for you. you could barely take his fingers this would never fit. it looked so angry white precum dribbling down stark against the flushed pink curling along the veins and curving with him to the right. you wouldn’t survive this.

“you’ll do your best right?” you nod enthusiastically, you wanted to take as much as you could. “good girl.” oh, you’d have to explore that later. you nearly moaned at him calling you that. rafe caught it though, he knew your reactions well by now. he lined it up over your stomach, seeing how far it would go and your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. your belly button was completely covered, not that it mattered he was halfway up your torso. rafe’s grip on your waist tightened, he’d ruin you for anyone else, stretch you out and mold you just for him. no one would feel as good as him and he nearly drooled at the sight.

despite how feral he felt, he made sure you were still wet enough for him to slip in, you were. his tip pressed against you, he let you drool onto him, juices swirling with his and making a sick plap plap plap sound as he tapped against you. he’s far wider than his fingers and you tried to relax. you motioned for him to come closer, his lips out of reach and you kissed him sweetly. when he could feel you relax he pushed in, instantly being shoved out. so tight he couldn’t even get the tip in. “fuuckkkk gonna have to marry you.” you don’t even process his words and he doesn’t really know he’s saying them out loud either. he tries again, pulling you slightly onto his length and you gasp at the stretch. you’re gripping him like a vice and it’s nearly uncomfortable but being inside you breaks something inside of him and he’s drooling into your mouth. you don’t even care you want more. “doin well angel-hah-taking me so well.”

the pain is an afterthought now, you want him to stretch you and fill you until you can’t breathe. you don’t know if you’ve wanted anything more in your life. so you do the unthinkable, you try moving down his length. rafe can’t be held responsible for his actions after that.

he gives into your silent plea, skewering you on his cock and pushing past your gooey rings of resistance until he’s halfway in. you held your breath the entire time as he curved into you, tip smearing precum along your walls as he molded you to him, his veins catching on your entrance and making you jolt at the feeling. you push at his chest, the pain making you scream his name as he lets you adjust. there’s tears trailing down your cheek that he licks away. he kisses you until the ache between your legs becomes distant, it’s salty and sloppy but it distracts you enough. rafe makes the mistake of looking down, sees the way you’re gaping for him and how it looks like he’s splitting you in half and he bottoms out. the snap of his hips against yours makes you moan, he’s filled you up now and you can feel him in your throat. you swear you feel him get bigger when you whine his name pathetically, his dick twitching inside you.

it’s too much and you try running from it, shoving up the length of the bed but rafe just pulls you back down. “t-too big hng can’t-“

“come on i thought you were-fuck-a big girl,” he groans into your ear, you shove against him once more and he slips out a few inches, just enough for you to relax. you can still feel him nestled against your cervix, he’s leaking into you and your thighs are coated in both of your arousal. you tap his shoulder for him to move again, pulling out until his tip is the only thing inside and then spearing all the way back in. the feeling makes you cross-eyed, his throbbing tip bumps along your sensitive spot until it nestles against you, as far high up as it can and you think you might be coming on every thrust because you’re so obscenely wet more slick just pours out of you every time. rafe knows it’s because there’s no space for anything but his cock and he can’t help but grin, watching your pussy engulf his length despite how small you are under him. every thrust sends your whole body upwards but his grip on you keeps you close, he’s almost fucking you back onto him.

“feels good hah,” you finally murmur into his neck, wrapping your legs around his hips so he can drill into you better. his thrusts are deep and slow, letting you get used to the feeling but you don’t think you like it like this. if he’s going to ruin you he might as well do it properly. “h-harder.” rafe moans your name at your request, his voice sounds so wrecked you clench down at the sound alone.

“turned this pussy into a slut, ‘couldn’t even take-hah-two fingers now look at you.” really he’s proud of you, proud that he made you like this. although he wants to tease you he can’t hold back much longer either and it’s your first time so he’s gonna be nice to you. rafe pulls out and slams back into you setting a faster rougher pace, your skin is slapping against each other and you think he might bruise your hips. your head is shoved up the length of his bed until it threatens to bump against the headboard, he puts his hand between you and the wood, his other hand holding onto the frame for support. your legs are being bent and pressed to the sides and the new angle makes him hit that spot with blaring accuracy. a sick ring of white forms at the base of his dick and his balls are slippery from your arousal. you still have a vice grip around him, something he won’t get used to but is definitely get addicted to. the room smells filthy and the sounds of you chanting his name combined with the squelch of your cunt is pornographic.

“gonna be a good girl and come around my cock?” your walls flutter at his words, like his permission has you ready to come. you come undone with one more thrust, your cunt is milking him as if coaxing him to come. “fuck fuck fuckkkk.” he pulls out just in time to come onto your stomach, shooting thick gooey ropes onto your soft skin. the white contrasts the blue and purple that is starting to bloom around your neck and tits.

you blearily watch it happen, disappointed he didn’t come inside, but warm and fuzzy from your release. there’s one thought nagging you though as you rest comfortably on his sticky soaked sheets. “it wasn’t a one time offer right?”

“no fucking way, i’m never letting you go.” rafe looks at you like you’re crazy, he’s ready to propose. there’s no way in hell he’s making this a one night stand. after all he’s broken you in, now it’s the fun part.

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