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whitemancumslut · 2 years

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Midnights (H.S)

part one of two

huge mommy kink, scroll if you don’t like. smut, minors i do not rec (MDNI), somnophilia ig, handjob, spitting, titty sucking, mentions of cumming on tits, during NYC Residency (Two Nights Between Night 5 and 6), do not expect accuracy on the actual tour dates!

Overall, Harry was very submissive.

But there would be moments he’d fall into his subspace under certain circumstances. One is if he was without you for so long. When he feels jealous that someone is getting more attention from you, many things could trigger such a vulnerable state for Harry. But right now it’s because this is your first night together since he’s been touring. You’ve been filming in L.A for months and weren’t able to make it to many shows unless it was through social media. You had just arrived in New York missing out on Night 5 of the residency, arriving just a day after.

He’s now hitting his 6th night in NYC and you couldn’t be more proud of him and happy that you get to experience the rest of the shows.

Harry just had a very enticing dream, making his friend make an appearance for the third time in the past 24 hours. When he woke up without being spooned, he whined feeling so cold. Your tight embrace on his waist was no longer there.

"Mommy," He grumbled lowly, palming the hard-on in his shorts. Groaning instantly when he applies the smallest bit of pressure on himself.

He wiggled his way out of the duvet and pouted when he realized you had been so far away from him.

The cool air in the bedroom made the hairs on his bare body stand up. Reaching over, Harry turned on his end table light, just by the push of the button.

He flicked his head over in your direction and there you laid, breathing so gracefully. You looked so pretty. Laying on your back, you’re bra-less with a tank top you threw on after the late night shower. The black and white PINK shorts you were wrapping around your curves so perfectly. Your left arm laid out beside you as you had recently rolled out from the spooning position.

Harry scooted his way over to you, fully shoving the duvet off his body.

The sheets scrunching up the closet he got to your slumped body. Harry laid his palm upon your stomach. Feeling your even breaths, he scratched lightly at your bare skin. "Mommy," He repeated.

You didn’t budge. He rested his body down next to you, pressing a wet kiss on your neck.

His cock twitched against your thigh and he moaned.

You weren’t a deep sleeper, nor were you jet lagged… Well, maybe a little.

Harry’s hand that rested on your stomach led its way up under your tank top. Looking down at the skin that came into view. Speeding up his actions, Harry pulled your shirt up revealing your perky tit.

His tongue twirled around your hardened bud, and is soon placed between his lips. Harry moaned when he began to suck on your nipple and start bucking his hips against you and his clothed cock was bumping against your thigh. "Fuck, Mommy," He whined into your breast. Your eyes flutter open, instantly letting your hand meet the back of his head. Your fingers hugging his tight curls.

"Baby?"

Harry let a soft gasp escape his mouth and instantly disconnected his lips from your nipple. When he heard your angelic voice in his ear, his eyes glistened. "Mommy," He said quietly. "It hurts," He mumbled.

He’s looking up at you, his big doe eyes making it seem as if he was pleading. He hissed to the feeling. The words immediately waking you up. "What hurts, angel? Speak to me," Your voice so gentle it sends butterflies to his tummy.

He doesn’t give you a verbal answer, though you know what it is. He takes your nipple back in his mouth.

Wrapping his fingers around your wrist, he began guiding your hand to his hard. Letting you palm his erection, you let your fingers apply pressure. "Oh, okay. Baby, sit up for a second. Want me to take care of you, hmm? Want Mommy to take care of you?"

He slips your moistened bud out of his mouth, with a soft whimper. "Yes, please." He answered sweetly, sitting up.

Letting you sit up against the head board, "Take your shorts and underwear off for me, Lovie."

He does as you say, taking off those short shorts that you could’ve sworn never showed his bum so much. You watched, admiring the way his large length escapes the barricade of his briefs and slaps against his tummy. The precum leaving a mark just by his belly button.

You called him over doing a ‘come here’ motion with your fingers, inviting him onto your lap.

He submissively crawled into your lap. Harry’s tatted thigh being covered by your hand caressing his thigh as he slid on your lap. He placed his hands on your shoulders.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you slowly moved your hand up to his cock. The thick vein was prominent as you took your thumb and traced it gently. He inhaled deeply when he made eye contact with you.

"Mommy please," He tucked his face into your neck. You tilted your neck so he’d be force to remove his face from it and look at you.

You looked down at his hip bones tense as he began grinding his hips, eager for you began. He looked so pretty, all fucked out before anything even happened.

You took his cock in your hand, wrapping your fingers around it as best as you can. His breath hitched when it finally gained warmth. "G-god." With the same hand, your reached up with your thumb smearing his precum that continued to leak. Running of his slit, his tip pink. He shivers to your touch letting his breath fan your face. Squeezing him gently watching him releasing little by little.

"Want to spit for me, angel?"

His hazy eyes come down to look at himself and his cock that had been in your hand. He prepares the saliva before gathering a good amount enough to let it spill out his mouth and hit directly on his shaft.

"Such a good boy," You praised quietly. His stomach turned at the praise and his toes curled. Resting your free hand on his bare back sliding it down to the side of his hips. Caressing him, soothing his body as he was high up.

He moaned when you began stoking him up and down. "F-fuck," His weight on your shoulders got heavy as he got lost in the moment. "Feel good, angel? What does it feel like? Talk to me and…" You pinched his chin with your free hand making him meet your eyes. "Lemme see your pretty face, eh? How does it feel?"

He pants lightly, his chest rising a bit faster than before, and his eyes fighting the urge to roll back, "Really, really fucking good, Mommy. So fucking good," He slurred out as you continued to stroke him. The hand that rested on his hips, now squeezing his bum making him muffle a low moan, "Mommy, more, more."

You nodded understanding his satisfaction with your touch. Grinning at the man that was totally gone, you looked down at his body. His thigh muscles tight. His tiger looking so sexy from your view as well as the rest of his body. Looking up at his tatted chest, his nipples hard and collarbones becoming more noticeable when he arched his back.

His lips so pretty and pink looking so plumped and swollen. No idea why it was just so hard not to kiss him. "C’mere," You told him wanting to taste him so bad.

He squinted, unable to get over the satisfaction he was getting from your hand. You used your other hand to cup his jaw, initiating a kiss. Harry leans in, out of breath, one curl resting on his forehead, pressing his lips against yours.

Thinking it’d be a quick peck, he pulls away. But you catch him again, pressing your tongue into his mouth as you stroked him faster and harder. He broke the kiss, his lips wrapped around your tongue before he detached his mouth from yours. His mouth forcing itself into an ‘O’ shape. His brows furrowed, mouth agape, moans pitched, so fucking hot.

"Oh my, Mommy. Fuck, yes. Please, I’m so-" He fucks your hand so gentle scared he’ll be crossing a line by trying to get himself in on your work. "F-feel so, so very good. Bloody fuck," He cried out applying pressure on your shoulders. Bucking his hips up, fucking your hand, so close to his climax. The room filling with his tiny gasp and moans.

Knowing he’s close, you jerk him teasingly, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Slowing your hand pumping down, and leading up to his tip pressing with your fingers before continue stroking. "O-oh!" He twitched in your hand and his thighs began to shake gently on top of yours. Continuing to kiss around his face as he continued moving his head back and forth and side to side with his haziness. He was high up.

"So, so close," He alarmed you. "Want to cum on Mommy, angel? Know how you love it. What do you want? Wanna cum on Mommy’s tits?"

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shingia · 3 years

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can i req suna,, akaashi and iwa (and anyone else u want!!) getting jelly abt the s/o hanging out with another guy and being touchy (like the playful smacking or smth) without knowing the guy was their brother? angst to fluff bc i want the ✨ pain ✨ if u dont wanna its fine too,,

thanks bby,, love ur works so much! stay safe and healthy 😫💗

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS OF A GUY WITHOUT KNOWING HE’S YOUR BROTHER ✗

me receiving a request : 🥰 the request including suna :🤩 tysmm bby stay safe and healthy tooo <3

-> suna, iwaizumi, akaashi

-> angst to fluff

-> reblogs help a lot <33

— SUNA

• he hadn’t asked many questions when you told him you couldn’t come over to his house in the afternoon. but now, as he was replaying your snapchat story for the sixth time, he really wished he did

• maybe if he had insisted on coming with you, you wouldn’t have let this guy - that he had never seen, for the record - act so touchy with you

• was it his fault for not making you feel special enough ? to the point that you preferred the company of other men rather than your own boyfriend’s ?

• just the thought of this was enough to make a few of his usually well-hidden insecurities bubble up - most of them due to what his friends always joked about « suna doesn’t care enough to be in a relationship, they’ll all run away after a week ! »

• so yes, suna was hurt, but you didn’t have to see that. your opinion on him was the only one he cared about, he didn’t want to tarnish it. well... your opinion and his little sister’s, who burst into his room as he was about to watch your story for the seventh time to tell him that « someone’s at the door ! »

• not feeling like getting out of bed, it took him a few minutes to drag his feet to the door before finally opening it. and of all the people he could have expected to see, you were the last of them

• « surprise ? » you smiled as you let yourself in, not noticing the surprised look on his face as you greeted him with a tight hug. « i felt bad for cancelling our afternoon together, so i asked my brother to drop me off »

• you weren’t even done talking that suna had already recognized the man in the car that was leaving his driveway. his embrace immediately softened, and a smile crept on his face as he felt all his doubts vanish in a second

• « nuh-uh, don’t take your jacket off beautiful, i’m taking you out », he told you, determined to spoil you in the way he regretted not doing sooner

• at his words, his sister almost magically appeared next to you, coat in hand and ready to go. « you weren’t planning on leaving without me, right ? » she flashed you a toothless grin, grabbing both your hand and his to drag you two outside

• suna shared a deadpanned look with you, « of course not... » you both said in unison as she was already leading the way to her favorite ice cream shop

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s trust in you was infinite. but something about the way this guy had his arm playfully wrapped around your shoulders didn’t sit right with him

• his practice had ran late and he was exhausted. but he had promised you he would pop over to the birthday party of your childhood best friend, knowing how much it mattered to you

• but your behavior looked an awful lot like an attempt at making him jealous... and it was working

• was it your way of letting him know that you two weren’t working anymore ? were you just too much of a coward to be clear about it ? he hated to think about you that way. and most of all, he cared about you too much to not step in

• « ok now you got my attention » he told you after pulling you to the side. « if you want to tell me something, go ahead, i’m listening »

• still trapped in the euphoria of the moment, you didn’t really understand how upset he was. but maybe it was for the best, because it allowed you to defuse the tension lightheartedly : « i can’t believe i forgot to introduce you ! » you let out as you dragged him back to where your brother was still standing

• his jaw still clenched, iwa couldn’t even bring himself to shake this stranger’s hand, as friendly as he looked. at least not until you spoke your next words : « he was actually telling me how excited he was to finally met his future brother-in-law ! »

• iwa’s lips slightly parted in confusion, you could almost hear the cogs turning in his head over the music. brother? well that explained a lot of things

• « h-hi, sorry i was... miles away » he apologized before finally shaking the hand your brother was holding out to him

• but once the surprise had passed, another word stuck with him : brother-in-law ? as in « my sibling speaks so highly of you that i’m willing to let you put a ring on their finger even though i have never met you yet » ?

• well, it was good to know that your brother agreed with the plans he’d had for you since day 1...

— AKAASHI

• it was not unusual for akaashi to think that maybe he was not good enough for you. but being actually jealous was a first for him

• he had promised himself to never be too overprotective of you. but the facts were here : it was 3am and the only thing keeping him up was this unknown feeling of pure jealousy

• if he had not been in such a hurry when he witnessed your lighthearted banter and playful fighting with this man in the afternoon, he would’ve come up to you. introduced himself. maybe asked a few questions. if

• suspecting that this unpleasant feeling would not go away unless he talked to you about it, akaashi found himself dialling your number in the middle of the night

• used to his thoughts polluting his mind at unpredictable hours of the day and the night, your ringer was always on. which is why you picked up after only two rings

• « hi angel, i’m sorry to wake you up, i just... » he started, the clarity of his tone letting you know that he had not slept a wink. feeling his hesitation, you were quick to reassure him « it’s ok keiji. what’s going on ? »

• « who were you with ? i mean- this afternoon ? i don’t think i’ve ever met that guy and i was just wondering if... maybe i should ? »

• sitting up straight on your bed, you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. if this was the only thing keeping him awake, he should be able to fall asleep in the following minutes. « i was with my brother. but i understand why you were confused, it’s a normal reaction so please don’t blame yourself for that, alright baby ? »

• the gasp you heard on the other end of the line made you chuckle. akaashi’s voice was much less tensed now : « well in that case, yeah i should probably meet him... if you’re ok with that »

• « i’m more than ok with that » you smiled, placing your phone down on your pillow « wanna stay on the phone for a bit ? »

• « that’d be nice », his voice sounded sleepy already, especially above the familiar sound of his covers being pulled up to his chin

— ATSUMU

• how could he put that in words ? he didn’t even know if he was allowed to be jealous because he knew how often you had to see him deal with his many fangirls

• and that was actually what bugged him the most : that he might have already made you feel as shitty as he was feeling now

• but atsumu wasn’t the type to sit down and seriously open up about his feelings. besides, it was much easier to look like a needy boyfriend rather than a vulnerable one

• so he resorted to what he was best at : physical touch as a way to get your attention

• sneaking up behind you, he didn’t give you any warning before wrapping both his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back so much that you almost had to bend over

• he really hoped you would be perceptive enough to understand that he wasn’t just being clingy, but in need of a lot of reassurance. and luckily, it was quick to come :

• « tsumu, let me introduce you my brother » you chuckled, understanding how and why he had been mistaken

• one hand still on your waist, he used the other to greet your brother. atsumu did not really seem fazed by the news. of course he was relieved to know that he had nothing to worry about, but this little experience had still been very eye-opening to him

• after your brother had left to give you two some privacy, tsumu’s grip on your waist tightened, but in a softer way

• « ‘m sorry if i ever made ya cry » he let out, completely out of the blue. you didn’t really understand the meaning of this, but it didn’t matter. your hand found its way to his cheek that you brushed lightly with one finger, admiring the how it was slowly turning red. « being jealous sucks... » he added.

• « it does », you approved, giving him a quick peck on the nose. « but there’s nothing and no one that you should worry about, i promise »

• a fond smile lit up his face. you looked sincere, and he really needed to hear that right now. quick as ever, his hands left your waist to come and rest on your cheeks. both holding each other’s faces, you stared at the other for a few seconds, wondering which one of you would give in to a kiss first

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bajisbabe · 3 years

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yandere headcannons | mikey, chifuyu, mitsuya

warnings: yandere, kidnap, stalking, manipulation, gas lighting, guilt tripping, nonconsensual kissing.

anon said: “hi can i please request a yandere chifuyu, a yandere mikey and a yandere mitsuya please 🙏🏾”

— We’re gonna talk about toman!mikey, like 2008 since I’ve done black haired!mikey already.

— likely knows you from the gang, either you’re a friend of the gang or you’re in the gang

— if you’re not, prepared to be recruited.

— “oi, takemitchy... huh, this your friend?”

— once he has met you, expect to see a lot of him from then on.

— especially if you’re a friend of michi’s.

— every time you’re around takemichi, best believe mikey is there.

— get used to being around draken too, because they come as a duo.

— he would definitely try to win you over willingly. but he is a bit strange so it’s likely that you’ll just ignore his many, many advances.

— the type to bring you on a “date” but kenchin is literally right there so of course you don’t think it’s a date but mikey knows you’d never willingly hang out alone with him so he had no other option but to bring draken along to lure you into coming along.

— it gets to a point where you have to tell him straight up that you just aren’t interested.

— but that’s when things go south.

— you start to feel as though someone’s following you but you can’t prove it.

— be careful about walking home alone at night, usually you have a friend to walk with. but for some reason, everyone starts to ignore you one by one until you only have toman.

— and even then, toman all refuse to walk you home as well, so you just settle for walking home on your own.

— if you’re strong enough to be a part of toman, surely you’re strong enough to walk home alone, right?

— but one night, on your way home, you hear a familiar sound; mikey’s CB250T.

— you don’t think much of it considering the two of you are well acquainted by now. but you can’t help but get weird vibes from him even after turning him down so you don’t really want to be bothered with him.

— especially not so late at night, when you’re all on your own...

— and only then do you realize just how vacant the street is. and how utterly vulnerable you are at this point.

— you think about telling him to back off, and you’re about to open your mouth to do just that.

— but then he pulls over beside you, and a chill runs down your spine.

— you try to walk away but he simply revs the engine and the pulls directly in front of you, blocking your path entirely this time.

— “hey, (y/n).” he says with that nonchalant smile of his. “need a ride?”

— you try to turn him down but he doesn’t take no as an answer.

— things escalate as you tell him to leave you alone. his etched smile falls and you found yourself being forced onto the bike, his arms caging you in as he grips the handle bars.

— “you shouldn’t have rejected me, (y/n).” he murmurs from behind you, eyes blank and focusing on the empty road ahead of you.

— he likely takes you to his place, shoving you in that tin can he calls a room. he could easily chain the door closed and you’d never be able to escape.

— believe it or not, emma is likely in on it and will help him keep the secret from their granddad.

— even worse, if you’re her friend, she was likely the one to let mikey know that you walk home alone every night. she didn’t mean to give you away like that, but she didn’t know mikey had any ill intent when asking about when you’d most likely be alone.

— at least one of toman’s executives has their eyes on you at all times.

— toman will not help you by any means. they just want what’s best for the gang. and keeping mikey happy is what’s best for the gang.

— if no one can watch you, then mikey’ll just drag you along to the meetings and hold you down in his lap. don’t bother struggling, toman will be there and watching the entire time and odds are, they do not care.

— except maybe takemichi, but he has a mission yk.

— if he has to sacrifice your well being for the sake of hina and everyone else, so be it. but he might consider coming back again to save you after ensuring that everything in the future is set.

— besides, mikey wouldn’t actually hurt you... right?

— mikey isn’t above threatening the well being of others to get you to play along.

— is well aware that what he’s doing is wrong but thinks he deserves you. his life has always been shitty, he thinks that at the very least, he deserves someone like you by his side.

— in his mind, he deserves some kind of reward for bringing about a new era of gangsters.

— and surprise, bestie! 🥳 that reward is you 😐

— will harm anyone who gets in the way, takemichi included. everyone is free real estate.

— don’t bother trying to escape. he won’t punish you for it, but he will definitely target a familiar face.

— remember your best friend? yeah, they’re getting beaten bloody for your bad behavior.

— don’t test him.

— quite the guilt tripper.

— somehow always makes you feel sorry for him.

— it is likely that you two had an established relationship before, but then you cut it off and moved on.

— either that or he cut it off himself to protect you from the repercussions of his gang activity.

— either way, he wants you back but you’re attractive so obviously someone else got with you, or is at least flirting or talking to you now that you no longer claim chifuyu.

— nonetheless, he wants you back. and he does everything in his power to lure you back into his arms.

— he is a cute guy, has the most pitiable pout in the world. you can’t help but feel sorry for him... and he knows it.

— he uses it to his advantage.

— begging you, getting down on his knees in public, hoping to embarrass and fluster you so that you feel guilty and come back to him.

— but you must know him too well by now, because you just shrug him off and tell him not to bother you anymore.

— but he can’t just leave you be. he can’t. he needs you.

— he begins following you around, waiting for the right moment to come. and once you’re all on your own with no one to come to your rescue, he snatches you up with ease in the dead of night.

— will try to make it seem as though he had no other option.

— might even bust out into tears if he’s really frustrated because of your refusal to return his affection. but even if the tears won’t come, he’ll force them. anything to make you pity him.

— “I understand,” he’d say through sobs and thick tears. “I get it, okay? But you’ve loved me before, right? Is it too much to ask for you to love me again?”

— whether you like it or not, he will work his way back into your arms bit by bit. he’s just that manipulative. and it’s all the more you easy since you two have a past together.

— he’ll show that soft smile that you loved so much, that cute wrinkle of the nose when he’s concentrating, or that adorable laugh of his.

— no matter how you try to fight it, he knows how your heart a lil’ too and he’ll use it to his advantage.

— little by little, he will show more physical affection in hopes that you slowly return it.

— but don’t take too long, because the second you give him an inch, he will take a mile.

— if you don’t pull away when he tilts your chin to watch your face, he may just plant a kiss on your lips.

— “don’t do that!” you spit, wiping your lips frantically. “we’re not together anymore, remember? have you lost your mind!”

— he cups his hand around the back of your neck gently, pulling you close and you let him despite the churning of your stomach telling you to pull away.

— “please,” he says softly, eyes lingering on your lips. his eyes flicker to yours for a moment and you can tell just how bad he wants things to return to normal, how bad he wants to hug and kiss you like before. “please can’t you just let me love you?”

— will likely keep you at his place after kidnapping you.

— has no intentions of harming you or anyone you care about, he knows that’ll only make you hate him more.

— but he’s confident that he can win you back. it’ll just take some time.

— never lets you out in fear you’ll run or get away.

— he believes that toman would help you when it comes to him, since he isn’t as scary or as influential as someone like mikey.

— and he can’t have that.

— you and the guys from toman are most likely somewhat friendly since he always bought you around when you two were dating.

— he just wants you by his side.

— he knows that what he’s doing his wrong, and sometimes he gets a guilty twist in his stomach, but he really needs you.

— and he’ll do whatever it takes..

— you wouldn’t see it coming at first.

— mitsuya is a very low-key, chill kind of guy.

— you wouldn’t even know that he’s feeling you like that until it’s too late.

— he tries to make his move time and time again but it’s either he’s too subtle or you’re too naive.

— he slowly grows frustrated of it all, and he likely has never wanted someone the way he wants you. he never allows himself to long for something or someone because he has things to do, people to take care of. he’s got his sisters to look out for and relationships just get in the way...

— but when he realizes his feelings for you, he decides that maybe, this time, he can be selfish. at least this once.

— he probably casually mentions you to the others, just to let them know that you’re off limits. and toman all respect mitsuya so they don’t bother you much.

— you likely have nothing to do with them anyway. so how are you expected to see mitsuya coming?

— odds are you help him out when sewing, or you’re s friend of one of the girls he sews with. either way, he knows of you somehow.

— and he watches you every time you trail into the room, blissfully unaware of the way he watches your every move. so subtle and calm that no one else catches on either.

— you’re good with details, that much he knows. he sees you help the other girls in pointing out what may be wrong with their designs or their sewn farbic.

— sometimes he’s even bold enough to ask for your help with something, not that he needs it. and you never have anything to point out as his sewing is virtually perfect.

— and you find it strange that he continuously asks for your help, that’s when others start to catch on too. and you notice as well just how strange mitsuya really is.

— but like I said, he is low-key and chill. he likely lays off you just long enough so that any suspicions surrounding him disappear.

— and over time, everyone forgets his previously strange behavior entirely.

— but not you. you’re good with details.

— but now that everyone is off his case, he can do whatever he wants.

— and that’s when he takes a chance and follows you home one day after school, and he thinks he’s still being subtle enough. subtle enough so that you won’t notice him.

— but somehow, you do.

— you turn around, having felt as though someone was following you. and someone was, it was him.

— you recognize him immediately as the creep who couldn’t take his eyes off of you at school.

— he thought he was being low-key about the staring thing, but you noticed. all the time, you could feel his eyes on you and it sent a chill down your spine.

— that’s why you can’t help but get scared when you notice that he is in fact following you home.

— and he sees the panic in your face as you take off, you knew something was up with him.

— he hesitates for a moment, unsure of whether or not now is the time to act.

— but you’ve given him no choice, so he runs after you and manages to corner you blocks away from your home.

— it’s getting dark. you’re out of breath, and no one is around.

— “is this...” you speak softly, quietly. but your breath is ragged. “this the first time you followed me?”

— you know. and he knows you know.

— and he can’t let you go off and tell anyone about it.

— if you rat him out and he gets kicked out of uni (he’s on a scholarship after all), or arrested, or anything of the sort, he won’t be able to take care of his sisters. he needs to graduate at the very least. a delinquent like him can’t get in too much trouble.

— he can’t risk it...

— “...m’sorry,” he mumbles, jumping at you before you have the chance to run. and he takes you down with ease. it’s unfair.

— mitsuya always was one of toman’s best fighters.

— he manages to steal you away under the cloak of night and you can’t fight him off as he is much too strong for you.

— he is scared, you can tell in the way he clutches on to you. afraid that you’ll take off the second you get a chance.

— he manages to conceal you away at his place, begging you to be quiet, afraid the neighbors will hear.

— “please, please!” he shushes you. swallowing thickly, his mouth is suddenly dry as a thought comes to mind. You had to have a heart, right? Surely, you’d understand if he humanized himself a bit.

— “I have two younger sisters, their names are Mana and Luna. If I get in trouble, they’ll...” he trails off. but he can see the softening in your eyes and he knows you understand.

— and that moment of weakness allows him just enough time to slip a wadded up ball of fabric into your mouth, tying it in place with a scarf of some kind around your head.

— he caresses your face despite how you pull away and scream through the handmade gag, crying and thrashing about.

— “this isn’t how it was supposed to happen,” he murmurs quietly. “..sorry.”

— the type to push his luck, similar to chifuyu. would attempt physical affection every once in a while to see if you’re willing. but if you aren’t, he’ll give you your space.

— might even kiss you in the heat of the moment, if you let him close enough without pulling away or showing any kind of resistance.

— he isn’t delusional. he knows you probably hate him.

— but he can’t get over you.

— he just wants to be selfish, just this once.

— just for you.

— even still, he has watched you for so long.

— he probably knows a lot of things about you that you don’t even know yourself. he is attentive, especially when it comes to you.

— he watches your every reaction whenever he invades your space, just to see what you will and won’t allow.

— he knows what you like and what you don’t, and how to act to win your favor.

— and he is subtly smug in his knowledge of you, feeling as though you ought to give in one day.

— and be prepared because he is willing to wait.

— surely, waiting for you wouldn’t take too long.

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Gradation, Part 9 | JJK

Gradation, Part 9

gra·da·tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \

Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another –Source: Merriam-Webster

✮ ✮ ✮ Gradation Masterlist ✮ ✮ ✮

Pairing: JJK x Fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: BF2L; slow burn; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 6.3K words

Warnings: Lots of crying; excessive cussing; fluff; angst; vulnerable confessions; pining; unrequited love; some stupid decisions are made; JK is a cocky bastard; JK is also a domestic god; Jimin is so soft 🥺

Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

A/N: I can't believe this is the second to last chapter! Being off work for the last couple weeks has given me a LOT of time to think about JK and YN so I had to split this monster in two.

Part 8 was quite a rollercoaster of emotions so I wanted to give these two the payoff they deserve.

Please let me know what you think or feel free to send questions 📩

Thank you for all the love you’ve shown Gradation!

Everyone talks about how difficult it is to trust someone who has hurt you before.

But hardly anyone talks about how difficult it is to trust yourself when your gut instincts and convictions are skillfully undermined by that person.

“YN, are you sure you’re going to be alright? I can stay.”

“No, thank you. I just needed to calm down a bit. I’m sorry I kept you long.”

“I can call Jung—“

“No!” You snapped, taking your brother by surprise until you caught yourself.

“Uh, no. I just don’t want to bother him. It’s late,” you said with a softer tone.

“I hate seeing you like this.” Hobi eyes you carefully.

His stare unnerved you. Your lip quivered again as you stifled a sob. “I fucked up, oppa…really badly.”

“YN, you’re only human. He played you. The point is that you took yourself out of that situation before you got in too deep.”

“I know, but–”

He hardened his look, shook his head and interjected. “No but’s. It’s done. You can consider that chapter of your life closed.”

That wasn’t the fuck-up that you were worried about—you couldn’t give two shits about Derek anymore. Guilt and regret ate at you because you let the one constant in your life walk away.

“We can’t keep reliving the past. We learn from it, make things right, then move on.”

You nod and Hobi gives you one last tight embrace and kisses your head.

“Give me a call if you need me to come back, okay? I don’t care what time it is. Oppa will be here in a heartbeat.”

With that, your brother is out the door. Once again, leaving you in a quiet room alone with your thoughts.

You decided that you would do everything to make things right with your best friend. You weren’t sure how after the shit that you pulled but you’d grovel on your knees if you had to.

You turned the lights off and laid on the couch—figured you’d make a futile attempt at sleep.

As he walks through the front doors, the doorman recognizes Jungkook and greets him.

“Hey, my man. Ok if I go up to the 8th floor?”

Since you didn’t part on good terms, he wasn’t sure if you had put him on some sort of banned visitors list from the building.

To his surprise, your doorman smiles and waves him right through the bank of elevators.

“Late night, huh,” the doorman calls out.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he answers as he steps into an elevator cab.

Jungkook is a ball of nerves as he pushes the button to your floor. It’s been over two weeks since he walked out on you and cut off all contact. Somehow, this place feels foreign to him even though he has been here many times since helping you move in.

The elevator dings signaling his arrival at your floor. He gets off and starts making his way down to your hallway and stops right at your door. He pauses and stares at it.

He tentatively raises his hand to your door. Two weeks ago, he had a spare key and came and went as he pleased but he has since mailed that back to you.

He takes a deep breath and rings your buzzer. He waits for what feels like ages and he wondered if he should ring it again and knock or just get out of there in case you had already fallen asleep.

Fuck it, he would just try to call you at daylight. He would tell Hobi that he tried but you were already asleep.

As he turns to start back towards the elevator, he finally hears shuffling from the other side of the door and freezes as the door handle moves and opens.

“Oppa, did you forget something?”

You’re startled to find Jungkook standing at your doorway. He sees your bloodshot, swollen eyes looking back at him.

“J-Jungkook,” you whispered. You haven’t spoken in weeks. How would he even know what had happened…

Hobi.

You briefly wondered if he came here to gloat. I fucking told you so, YN! You made your bed, now lay in it!

The thought makes the tears that you thought were long-gone reemerge. They slid down your cheeks and dripped to your chest.

“I…I’m sor–” you sobbed.

He moves at the speed of light and pulls you into a tight embrace. It’s like the floodgates had been opened again as you weep into his arms. You slowly reach up to his shoulder blades for support as your knees start to buckle.

“Sshh…I’m here bub, sshhh…I’m here now.” You are full-on crying at your condo’s threshold—not caring if the couple at 8C can hear you.

“Hey, hey. C’mon, let’s take this inside, yeah?” Jungkook offers as he tries to carefully back you into your condo while still holding you in his arms.

When you’re safely in your living room, he shuts the door with his foot and continues to walk you towards your couch. Once you’re seated, he picks up your knees and puts them over his lap and pulls you into the nook.

Warmth and comfort instantly washes over you. There weren’t many words exchanged between you for the rest of the night. You cried into his arms and he let you. It’s as if nothing’s changed. You were back home.

*******

You woke up to the sound of your coffee machine beeping. You don’t remember setting it to auto-brew last night and you highly doubted that Hobi knew how to set your Keurig.

Ah…Jungkook.

So you didn’t dream it.

You sit up from your couch slowly. You noticed that your throw blanket was on you. He must have put it there. You don’t remember how or when you fell asleep last night.

You feel a headache coming on after crying your eyes out a few hours prior. You turn your head to look at the kitchen and see his back facing you.

He hasn’t heard you stirring as he’s focused on whatever he had sizzling on a pan. Soon after, the smell of fried pork belly hits your nostrils.

You get up slowly and start to fold your blanket. As if having a sixth sense, he turns around to see you walking towards him.

He gives you a small, warm smile. “Morning.”

“Hi.” Your voice is small.

“Hungry?” He asks. You give a small nod in response as you take your seat by the counter. Somehow, the air still feels a little awkward even after last night’s events.

You decide to help yourself to some coffee. As you pour some into your mug, you hear your fridge door open as Jungkook grabs your creamer and sets it next to you. You mumble a silent thanks to him as he continues searing the pork.

As you take a sip, you ponder how to start a conversation with him. Words used to flow so freely between the two of you but then again, you’d never really had a falling out like this before.

“Did you get any sleep,” is what you settled with while you parked at one of your bar stools.

He turns off the stove and sets a bowl of noodles and a small plate of pork belly in front of you.

He shrugs his right shoulder and purses his lips. “I’ll be fine,” as he reaches to grab his own cup of coffee and takes a big gulp.

Jungkook rubs his eyes and face and lets out a heavy sigh. After a beat, he leans on the counter opposite you as his elbows support his weight. He lowers his head and raises his eyebrows as he looks at you.

His right pointer finger reaches over to push some errant strands of your baby hairs away from your forehead and tucks them behind your ear. His thumb starts to brush your cheekbone and you close your eyes at the contact.

Your breath hitches at the memory of you choosing some lowlife over your best friend.

At this point, Jungkook rounds the counter towards your side and wraps you in his arms again.

A pang of guilt hits you, “I’m so sorry,” you said meekly. “I told Hobi not to call you.”

“Hey…I’m glad he called me,” he mumbles into your hair.

He pulls you off his chest, still cradling your face.

“Why don’t you go and wash up after you take a few bites, huh? Might make you feel a little better.”

You doubted a shower could wash all of the guilt away.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

You unsuccessfully convince him to leave you, choosing to make his one team check-in call from your place and rescheduling the rest of his meetings for the day.

You felt even guiltier for having to make him rearrange his day for you but he waved you off and you relented on the condition that you would have a talk after your shower.

*******

You thanked him for breakfast and retreated to the bathroom to take a warm shower.

After drying your hair, you hear his voice as you walk out of your room.

“Great. You think you can get the mockups ready tomorrow by the end of the day? I know it’s a quick turnaround but I want us to be able to iterate on it enough to get a good presentation to the client on Friday…yeah…uh-huh…”

He listens to his colleague’s response from the other line.

“Well, that’s good to know…Great! I’ll talk to you all again on Wednesday. Thanks everyone.”

He hangs up and leans his head back on your couch for a few seconds only to lift it again to look back at you.

You smiled at him.

He returned your smile. “See? You look like you’re better already.”

You sighed. “I guess… as opposed to the last few days.”

“Do you want to sit with me?”

You tense up a little. Truthfully, you were hoping to put this off to get your bearings first but you decided that now’s the time to clear the air.

You rounded the corner of the couch and sat facing Jungkook. Your right leg touching the floor as the other was tucked underneath trying to appear relaxed even though you’re anything but.

The last time that you were both in this room, words were exchanged and resentment was hurled from both sides. It hung over your ceiling like one of those swinging lamps that they put in cliché cop show interrogation rooms. The kind that was supposed to persuade suspects into making a confession.

You pick at your fingernails and look up to find Jungkook chewing at his lower lip and tugging at his earlobe.

Hmm…he’s also nervous.

It brought you back to Hawaii, many months ago, as he tried to have a conversation with you the morning after you slept together for the first time.

“Jungkook–”

“YN–”

You took a deep breath and put a hand to your chest. “Please?”

He nods, yielding to you.

“I want you to know how sorry I am. I really fucked up and I almost lost you. Who am I kidding? I did lose you.” Your eyes dropped as you felt the tears pooling again.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked back up at him. “I want you to know that I will never–ever–do anything to compromise our friendship again. Can you ever forgive me,” you asked meekly.

He reaches out to wipe the tear from your cheek and takes your hand then squeezes it for assurance.

“We all make mistakes, YN. I don’t expect you to be perfect because I’m far from it. But I was hurt–I’m not gonna lie. And I took it really badly because of what I’ve been feeling leading up to this.”

This is it, Jeon Jungkook. Shoot your shot!

He inhales sharply. “YN, I know you’ve had a crazy few weeks and I don’t mean to pile more stuff on you. But there’s something that’s been eating away at me for a while and I wasn’t sure if there was ever going to be a right time to say this.”

“Kook, you’re kind of scaring me…”

He breathes out a nervous laugh and brushes his thumb over your hand that he’s held this whole time. “I really hope not.”

He clears his throat while you swallow the lump in yours, bracing for whatever he’s about to say.

He keeps his gaze at you while your face tries to remain neutral but you were dying to know what he wanted to say.

“I know that we said that things didn’t have to change between us after our…little agreement. And for a minute, I was totally fine with that and didn’t think anything of it–I got comfortable.”

He paused trying to summon his next words while he fidgeted with his lip ring.

“It wasn’t until Jin started hitting on you–was when things started to change for me.”

You remember that night vividly. He kissed and touched you differently than he had previously. It was as if he was determined to possess your whole being. He took charge of everything that night when prior to that, you had initiated almost every sexual encounter.

“I tried my best to brush it all off because of our conversation before. I thought I was being unreasonable and eventually, I was able to knock some sense into myself for a bit. But when you and Jin were done and–Derek decided to show up again that the same feeling just took over me. At that point, I decided that there was no way that I could continue lying to myself.”

He looks at you tenderly and blows out a breath.

“The truth is that I’m in love with you, YN.” He chuckled lightly as he was finally able to say it.

You stared at him–dumbfounded. Your mind started racing. How? When?

He broke eye contact with you briefly. “I think that deep down, I always knew that–and I just needed somebody else to call me out on my bullshit,” he said, remembering his conversation with Lisa.

He looked back up at you again. “I want to have a chance at loving you, YN. Properly–the way you deserve. If you’ll let me?”

Now it was your turn to gasp. “Kook…”

“Before you continue that thought…” he interrupted, “I understand that you’re going through a lot right now so I’m not expecting you to make up your mind right away. But I’d really like for you to think about it. Things don’t have to change between us. We could still be ‘us’... but with some additional perks,” he smirked.

You chuckled, returning his smile.

“And you know what,” he sighed, “If you decide that it might not be a good idea for us, I would respect that. Because at the end of the day, I have a friend that I’ll love for the rest of my life, and I can live with that. I just did not want to leave this room again without telling you.”

“Kook, you’ve given me a lot to think about,” you started to ruminate. “And you’re right, this is not an easy decision—one that I won’t take lightly. You’re my best friend and family and I don’t want to lose you.”

Still holding your hand, he moves to put it over his heart. “And you won’t, I swear. This isn’t something that I would lord over you. If you think you can’t see me as any more than a friend, well…you already have me.”

He finishes with a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“I won’t hover any longer. I’m going to head home and let you rest. Just…give me a call when you decide.”

You nod your head, thanking him again for taking care of you last night. He then gathers his keys and gives you a kiss on the crown of your head and bids you goodbye.

*******

It’s been two hours since Jungkook left your place. You’re parked in front of your TV, another daytime marathon of some forensic investigation show—but your mind is elsewhere.

It’s been two hours since your best friend confessed that he was—is—in love with you.

Yes, your relationship was unusually close to be considered platonic by most people. But it was working for both of you and you stopped giving a shit about what other people thought about what a conventional friendship was supposed to be.

You often said that you loved each other. You were both sentimental and caring people—which was why your friendship worked so well together. You were not afraid to express what the other felt. If you were angry or sad or happy—you openly verbalized it to each other.

Of course, the last year has brought on a wave of emotions on you like no other. After Derek left you at the altar, it traumatized you in ways that you couldn’t explain. Jungkook was there every step of the way–from the time that you put your walls up until he knocked it down brick by brick.

I’m in love with you.

The words echoed in your head, interrupting your rationalization. You slept together and you agreed that it wouldn’t change things but it did. Even when you both discussed it afterwards and drew some arbitrary line in the sand, you couldn’t help but recall how many times you moved and re-drew that line.

You kissed him on random occasions when you weren’t in bed together. And you kissed him with ardor and want just because you felt like it.

You had a constant need to be close to him and feel his warmth enveloping your body—whether it was lacing your fingers with his while you sat on the couch, putting your hand on his thigh as he drove, or nuzzling into him after being intimate. He was your happy place.

Were you unconsciously already pushing your friendship in a different direction?

You thought back to school dances when you were younger. Admittedly, you were a bit disappointed that Jungkook never asked if you wanted to go to any of them. Not that there was any shortage of dates on either side.

In high school, back when you had girlfriends, they always asked about whether you were a thing. And when you said no, it was then followed by them wondering if you’d ask him to go out with any of them, gushing about how cute and adorable he was.

Yeah, you guessed he grew into his face eventually.

It wasn’t a big deal to you. Jungkook was someone whom you grew up with. You’ve seen each other through the awkward, pre-pubescent stages.

Once you hit your junior and senior years in high school, he got into sports more and you joined the school thespian club. He spent more time at the gym while you spent more time singing, dancing, and acting in school plays.

You hung out with different sets of friends but still had the occasional sleepover. At which point, Hobi kept a closer eye on both of you. You weren’t exactly sure why–it wasn’t like Jungkook was a stranger at your house.

College drew you closer again since you were both away from your families. Jungkook was home to you and you were practically inseparable again. You spent many nights hanging out at each other’s dorm rooms and talking about school crushes and failed romantic conquests.

And then came that time when you were whining about Derek, one night. He tried to kiss you but you thought it was because you were both just too drunk. You never really revisited that again.

On the couch next to your lap sat an ornate jewelry box. You open it to retrieve a bauble that you have purposely avoided in the last year. It looked as sparkly and shiny as it did sitting in a velvet box as Derek presented it to you while down on one knee.

A 4-carat, emerald cut diamond surrounded with a halo; set in a platinum, eternity band that was covered in channel diamonds. It was a nice ring— it just wasn’t your style. But because you loved the man who gave it to you and he most probably saved up much of his salary and possibly even took a small loan from his dad to pay for it—you decided that you loved it, too.

You slipped the hardware on your left ring finger and held it up to the light.

Before he proposed to you, you had left hints around your house and even asked Jungkook to steer him in the right direction. Round cut, solitaire, on a plain band. Simple, low-key, but most importantly, classic…enduring.

Jungkook grimaced as you both inspected the ring. He shrugged his shoulders and gave an apologetic smile.

It was as if Derek didn’t know you at all after all this time. After what happened the other night, it seems you didn’t really know him either. And you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with someone who was essentially a stranger?

You take the trinket off, toss it back into the jewelry box and shut it.

Jungkook? He knew you inside and out. He knew what made you tick, what made you sad, and what made you double-over in laughter.

He also knew just the right way to touch you and where to kiss you to bring cold shivers down your spine.

I’m in love with you. You gulp and blink the memories away.

The night and morning after Jin’s party, you noticed that he acted strange. You tried to get it out of him but he wouldn’t budge. You had a feeling but how were you supposed to go off a hunch? You didn’t want to embarrass yourself if it turned out to be wrong…so instead, you took his word for it after you confronted him.

And then you thought–why did you have to ask him if he was comfortable with you contacting Jin? Did you need his permission? No. But you asked anyway.

It was just out of respect, you thought. Or maybe, a small part of you hoped that he would stop you?

You sighed in frustration.

Part of your hesitation was that you didn’t want him to think that he was just some rebound guy–that was not your intention. You loved your friend but were you willing to cross that threshold given all possible risks?

Were you and Jungkook actually ‘endgame’ and just realizing it now?

Head in your hands, you take a deep breath. You were going to need some reinforcements.

You’re sitting at a café patio scrolling through your social media feed and you see a dark figure inches from your face. You almost get the wind knocked out of you until you hear snickering and cute, smiling eyes looking back at you.

“Fuck, Jimin! Stop doing that!”

He cracked up. “Lighten up, YN. You look like you’re plotting world domination through your Instagram feed or something. Your eyebrows are so close together it almost reminds me of Wario.”

You smack him playfully which makes him throw his head back with a belly laugh. As he calms himself, he bends to kiss the top of your head and takes the seat next to you.

“How are you,” he keeps his voice light but with a slight touch of concern in case you weren’t in a sharing mood.

“I’m fine.”

You have got to make a mental note to find other synonyms for ‘fine.’ You know it’s not convincing anybody but maybe a different word might help.

“Thanks for meeting me for lunch, Chim.”

“You’re my best girl. And I can’t say no to a free lunch,” he teases. “Tae asked for a raincheck. He’s procrastinated enough to back himself into a corner with a looming deadline.”

“Yeah, he texted me. He offered to buy me a couple of drinks over the weekend.”

Jimin smiles warmly. “Ready to order?”

“I asked the waiter to put our orders in already. I ordered what you texted to me so they’d hopefully be ready—“ you’re cut off as the waiter approaches with your food.

“Always very efficient, YN,” he laughed softly as you both murmured your thanks to the server. He picks up his napkin and fork ready to dig in and says, “Alright. Spill,” as he helps himself to a forkful of food.

*******

After narrating the events beginning from Derek’s crazy plot twist ending with Jungkook’s confession, Jimin lets it all sink in. He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows as he forms some conclusions in his head.

“That’s…wow,” he said as he considered his next comment. “That’s pretty fucked up that he would try to pull you into his mess. But if anything, I feel bad for him. He had his whole life going for him and just went into fight or flight with this unexpected bump in the road.”

You roll your eyes at the pun.

“But on the topic of our Jungkookie…” your head pops up at attention.

“I saw that coming from miles away,” he said nonchalantly.

You knit your brows in confusion. You always teased Jimin about his self-proclaimed telepathic senses. ‘This is my sense,’ he always started as he was about to make some philosophical argument that somehow ends up convincing any listener who was in his presence. Maybe it was something in his tone of voice or his smiling eyes? Whatever it was, it was working in his favor.

“What do you mean,” you asked.

“I mean…I’m shocked that it took him this long to tell you all of this. I had a feeling that something went down between you two in Hawaii and it wasn’t until Tae verbalized it that I confirmed it—within myself, of course.”

You blush at the thought of Jimin and Taehyung already having some knowledge of what you and Jungkook tried your very best to hide.

“And to be honest–you guys aren’t that slick. That guy’s an ass-man through and through and he could not keep his eyes or hands off yours. And that time that I passed out at his place after my shit date? I had a feeling that I must have interrupted something because I know when a dude gets blue balls! We get very hostile!”

You laughed at how much your friends actually knew more about you than they let on.

“And yet you kept that all to yourself,” you asked.

He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back into his chair. “You know that I love you both but Tae and I are still basically outsiders to your friendship. And that’s fine,” he quickly adds as he sees that you are about to argue his last point.

“It doesn’t change our friendship as a whole. It’s just that you and Jungkook obviously have something deeper. It’s beautiful to watch, really.”

You smiled while you absentmindedly picked at some leftover french fries.

“This is just my sense, YN…”

Here we go. You stopped and braced yourself for a big speech.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Truthfully, I don’t know what you called me for–and by proxy, Taehyungie.”

You scrunch your face in confusion. “Wait, what? I asked you to–hopefully get some enlightenment? Some advice?”

“Advice? Advice on what?”

“On Jungkook!”

“You’ve been friends with Jungkook for years–it can’t be that hard to cross the next level,” he said amusedly while taking a sip of his water.

“But what about our friendship,” you pressed.

“What about it?”

You frowned as you were completely vexed.

“YN–you make plans, you start to overthink things–but shit always comes up.”

You sigh then drop your eyes.

He smiles and puts his hand over yours and squeezes it.

“I know it’s a lot to take in given everything that you went through this year…but trust me, YN. Don’t be afraid to embrace the love that’s right in front of you. You both deserve a shot at happiness. The great thing is that you and Jungkook can skip that tedious getting-to-know-you stage and go straight to the good stuff. More importantly, you’ve both gotten a look under the hood and liked the engine’s performance,” he chortled.

You groan and try to yank your hand away but he laughs and keeps a firm grip on it.

“I’m just fucking with you,” he grinned. “What I’m trying to say is that you already know what you’re getting from him and he knows what he’s getting from you.”

You turned serious again. “Chim…I’m just scared. What if it doesn’t work out and it all falls apart? I don’t want to lose him.”

“And that’s a valid fear, YN. Nobody’s saying everything will be perfect or go smoothly 100% of the time. But why should failure be the first thing on your mind? Shouldn’t success be the end goal of any relationship?”

Huh. You never thought about it that way.

“Park Jimin, what the fuck!” You were blown away by how introspective he could be in so many words. Jimin and Taehyung loved to joke around but they dropped the occasional gem when it mattered.

He smiled encouragingly. “Go talk to him. You guys have your own language. Verbalize your fears to him but you also have to open yourself up to possibilities.”

You puff out your cheeks and exhale slowly, letting his words sink in.

You nodded. Jimin glances at his watch and realizes that his hour is almost up. You apologize for keeping him longer than necessary and thus he has to jog two streets over to get back to work on time.

“It’s fine, YN. I’m happy we got to do this. Somehow, I always felt like I go into these word-vomit sessions and you’re just too nice to stop me.”

“Oh, Chim. I always love it when you get philosophical. You’re passionate about the things that you talk about and I really love that about you, my friend.”

He blushes at the compliment. “Well...thanks, YN. I promise to keep it to a minimum.”

Everybody in the world needs a Park Jimin in their life.

He gets up from his chair and you do too, preparing to give him a goodbye hug. “Oh, by the way, I took care of lunch,” he declares then finishes with a sly smile.

Your jaw drops and you realize that the sneaky weasel did it during one of his trips to the bathroom.

“Jimin! Why did you do that? I said I would pay.”

“You can get the next one,” he answers with a grin.

With that, he hugs you and gives your shoulders a squeeze. “I’ll catch you later, okay?”

He holds up little heart fingers at you as he starts to walk away and you laugh and hold up your own little heart fingers back at him.

As you see Jimin cross the street towards his building, you pick up your phone, unlock it and click on one of your pinned text conversations.

[YN] 12:56 PM: Are you free for dinner later?

You sling your purse’s strap onto your shoulder and start to walk out of the restaurant, nodding your thanks as you pass the host at the door. Your phone vibrates alerting you to a new text.

[Jungkookie] 12:58 PM: Of course! Name the time and place.

You smile and text back.

[YN] 1:00 PM: I was thinking–maybe I’d cook you dinner at your place. 7:30?

His response is almost instantaneous.

[Jungkookie] 1:01 PM: I would never say ‘no’ to that.

[YN] 1:02 PM: Great. Can we talk, too?

It took Jungkook a minute before he responded. Soon after, the three small “typing” dots pop up, showing his impending response.

Then the dots disappeared.

You furrowed your brows and wondered if you had said something wrong and perhaps could have just left out the ‘Can we talk,’ part instead.

After a minute, typing dots pop up again and his response appears.

[Jungkookie] 1:05 PM: Yes, I’d love that. Looking forward to it!

Your talk with Jimin has left you optimistic and hopeful but you can’t deny the nerves starting to build up. You figured that meeting at his place and cooking would make you feel less awkward–at least you’d be busy.

It was one of those dry, cool nights so you thought that sundubu jjigae would be perfect. You left work an hour early to stop by the store to buy all of the ingredients then drove straight to Jungkook’s.

You reach his place a few minutes early. Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest as soon as you step off the elevator and walk down his hallway.

Thankful that you had a grocery bag to grip on, you finally knocked on his door.

“Hey,” you greeted him stiffly when he opened it. He was already showered and dressed in sweats and an oversized pullover hoodie.

“Hey,” he greeted you back. “You should have called me right when you parked. I could have helped you with all this,” he says, grabbing the bag from your shoulder and moving aside to let you in.

“It’s not a big deal. I didn’t get anything extra so it wasn’t super heavy.”

You walk straight into his kitchen and pull out the stock pot and start filling it with water under the sink.

He sets the grocery bag on the counter next to you. “You know we could have just ordered in–”

“No, I just…” you interrupted him. “I just–wanted to do something for you,” you gave him a toothless smile.

“Okay.” He chuckled lightly. “Do you need me to help you?”

You turned the faucet off and set the pot over the stove.

“Uh–no, just hang back and relax.”

He eyed you suspiciously but you crumbled under his gaze.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you breathed out.

“What? What’s wrong?” He sounded worried.

You were a bundle of nerves and you thought that cooking would distract you or calm you down but having to use a knife coupled with all this tension was not going to help. You’d sooner walk away missing a fingertip so you decide to just seize the moment.

You took a deep breath. “How hungry are you,” you blurted out.

“Uh–I’m okay right now?”

“Okay, good. Can we sit?”

This felt like Deja vu all over again…bringing you back to months ago when you both sat down to hash out your fuck-buddy agreement.

He raises his eyebrows and walks over to the living room as you sit down facing each other. As you both get comfortable, you grab one of his pillows and put it on your lap to try and calm yourself.

“First of all, I’m sorry for the radio silence. I really just wanted to take the time and let this sink in. I also didn’t want to make any hasty decisions without weighing all of the pros and cons. And you know me, I overthink things.”

You were babbling. God, why were you struggling this hard?

“But I had a nice talk with somebody today. And it was their sense that,” he smiles as soon as you mention the phrase because he knows exactly whom you spoke to, “I should not be overthinking this…but I am who I am!”

Jungkook smiles and nods along. He’s known you for so long after all.

“What’s held me back was the thought of, what would happen if we had a big fight like we just had or if things didn’t work out. I don’t want to lose this— us. And at the end of the day, that’s what’s most important to me.”

You said all that without breaking eye contact—great!

“I know that I can’t always plan for everything–and I’m fucking terrified about that,” you said softly.

Jungkook regards you intently.

You took another deep breath. “But whatever happens will happen. And sometimes, you just have to take a chance, if you want something bad enough. And what I want is to open myself up to possibilities…and happiness.”

Jungkook tries to stifle a smile but lets you finish your thought.

“So what do you say? Do you still want to take a chance? With me?”

He stared at you silently.

“Are you finished,” he asked after a beat.

“Y-yes…” You answered hesitantly. Should you have said more?

“Okay, good. Because I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you got here but I wanted to make you squirm first,” he grinned.

You smack him on his chest and he started giggling.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m trying to pour my heart out to you–”

He cuts you off and leans in to lock his lips with yours while you melted right into him.

It’s been months since you’ve kissed him and after all that’s happened since then, you thought that there would be some awkwardness. Instead, it was stepping right into familiar territory…where everything just fit.

He pulls away from you. “You talk too much, you know that,” he says in a low voice. “I should have told you that from the day we met. When your mom picked you up that day, I couldn’t wait to be with you again the next day and–”

“Now you’re talking too much. Shut up and kiss me again.”

You grabbed him by the neck to pull him back into your lips once more.

You suddenly broke the kiss.

“Wait—what if I had said ‘no’?”

He chuckled. “You wouldn’t have,” he tries to pull you back in but you press a palm to his chest.

“You seem awfully sure of yourself,” you scoffed.

He gives you a deadpan look. “Would you have said ‘no’?”

You pouted and chewed at your lip, irked at how well he knew you.

He smirks triumphantly.

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A-Z with kazuha

character: kazuha x reader

pure fluff, complete brainrot, some angst not much tho

synopsis: the fluff alphabet with kazuha

implied gn!reader but please let me know if there are any mistakes or things i should look out for when writing gn!reader, im still learning!! <3 NOT PROOFREAD its so long and im lazy :)

A- how affectionate are they with their s/o?

kazuha is a very affectionate person, and he doesn’t try to hide it. kazuha is known for his flowery words, while kazuha loves to turn all kinds of things into poetry, its painfully obvious when one is about you. kazuha never fails to show his affection and love to you with his words and endless haikus of you. he can not stop talking about you, and even though sometimes he does it to tease you and get a laugh at your flustered expression, every time he declares his undying love for you, he means it.

B- what their s/o does that takes their breath away?

there are many things you do that take his breath away, but one thing that makes his heart do backflips is when you remember his haikus, and keep his gifted poems. kazuha has dedicated too many of his poems to you to count, kazuha himself can barely remember all of them. so you can say he was very shocked when one night you randomly whispered a poem he created for you months ago into his ear. kazuha was beyond shocked, his head never turned so fast to look at you, eyes widening. when he asked how you still remembered it, you pulled out a little notebook with scribbles of the poems and pieces of paper stuck inside with notes of dates, and the occasional doodles. you said it was so you never forget any of them, even when you were old. as kazuha flipped through the book he noticed poems from as far back as when he barely knew you. kazuha turned back to you and buried his head in your neck, attempting to hide the blush on his face as he kept mumbling i love you. his heart was swooning with love and joy for you, he knew you loved him, but he never knew something as simple as that could make his whole world stop.

C- do they like cuddling? if so, how and when?

kazuha loves cuddling so much. kazuha is honestly pretty touch starved so he constantly craves your touch. kazuha also gets pretty tired after working a full day out on the alcor or helping out with the resistance. he believes after a full days worth of hard work nothing beats lazing around tangled in your arms. kazuha doesn’t mind being the big spoon or little spoon. there are times of vulnerability where kazuha just needs you to hold him close, run your fingers through his hair and tell him everything will be okay. and there are times where he wants to hold you tight in his embrace as if he was protecting you for the most malicious forces in the world. there are also times where he simply just wants to be close to you, bodies smushed together, his hands wrapped around you with his neck buried in your collar. he tries to make you laugh or giggle so he can feel the vibrations of your sweet voice. kazuha loves to cuddle you at night before bed, he loves to fall asleep with you, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him to sleep, the warmth of your body is so pleasant and inviting. however cuddling at night often means waking up much later than usual. it means that either beidou or gorou angrily barging into your quarters to wake you guys up because you both were late, threatening to split the both of you up since you can never wake up on time.

D- what do they dream of doing with their s/o?

kazuha is a simple man, he finds joy and love in the littlest things. but that doesn’t ever stop him for dreaming- or rather hoping. he wishes one day he can walk down the streets of his hometown and show you the different sights. he hopes that there will be a day when he can see you wear a kimono, under the moonlight as he takes you up to a secluded spot to view the beautiful fireworks, although he will argue that you are far more lovely. kazuha hopes to bring you to see the sakura trees bloom, as you talk about how you wished you could’ve have seen them earlier, he wishes he can brush off the flower petals on your head before pulling you in for a gentle kiss. most importantly kazuha hopes that one day, he can bring you to visit his friend. even if he no longer is blessed upon this world, kazuha is sure he would have loved you. it is only necessary for kazuha to introduce his beloved to his only family.

E- how much effort do they put into the relationship?

kazuha pours his entire soul into your relationship, you are the only one he has left after all. kazuha believes his sole purpose is to treat you like his queen, if even for a second you feel like you aren’t loved, then he has failed. kazuha wants to serve you, though you often tell him he should try to put himself first, he’d merely chuckle and say “if i’m the reason you smile as brightly as the sun, the reason you sleep well at night or the reason you wish to wake up the next day. then there is not a thing i would change.”

F - do they want to start a family with their s/o? what is parenting like with them?

after getting over kazuha's fear of marriage (check M), kazuha wouldn't mind starting a family. although he is perfectly fine if it is just the two of you. if you want children then he is ready to learn, for you. i think kazuha would settle with one or two children, and he says he doesn't mind if you have a girl or a boy- but he is hoping on a boy. kazuha would be a great dad, apart from the fact he travels a lot and is rarely home. he tries his best to be there for you, he usually takes on jobs in the area you are staying or go on shorter trips with the crux while you are in the first few years having a child. he doesn't want to leave all the work to you of raising a young child, nor does he want to miss out those precious years of being a new parent. he loves adventuring but he loves his family too. another thing kazuha can not get enough of is seeing the look on your child's face when he arrives back after a trip, waiting for him at the harbour, flailing their arms about to capture his attention. and he can not ignore the look on your face either, so happy that your loving husband is home. kazuha can be strict but he prefers not to be, he can't say no to those curious eyes that look just like yours. i like to think that kazuha teaches your child to be a smooth talker just like him, this means they both get out of trouble a lot with you. despite kazuha's aloof demeanour, he actually has a rather playful side to him often pulling small pranks with your child on you. he tells your child stories of all kinds of adventures he has been on, your heart swoons at the sight of your child resting atop his chest trying his best not to fall asleep due to the warmth kazuha radiates. kazuha teaches your child all about inazuma and his heritage, telling them about the history and how one day he will bring both them and you to visit his homeland. the safety of his family is his number one priority, he will do anything to protect you and your child. he also teaches your child how to fight, and most importantly self-defence. if you both are travellers though, you decide to wait until your child is older to bring them on your adventures. and when they are, beidou certainly doesn't mind having a little kid running around the alcor causing a ruckus amongst other crew members.

G- what kind of gifts to they give their s/o? do they want one in return?

kazuha has always loved the sentiment of crafting a handmade gift. the amount of time and effort that goes into making something, is enough to show how much love someone has for them. kazuha also always loves to imagine what kind of expression you’d have after receiving his gift, he never asks for anything in return, well actually occasionally he’ll ask for a kiss thats it. kazuha remembers making you a beautiful hairpin, one that matched with his maple leaf haori. he gave it to you one night randomly, his hands pushing aside a bit of your hair to pin up. the way your eyes closed as he inches closer, his fingers occasionally brushing against your skin. when he finally backed away from you to take a look at his masterpiece, he was stunned. the way your face glistened from under the moonlight, you were so ethereal. his breath hitched, and the calm man sitting in front of you became flustered. kazuha made a note to always mentally prepare himself before giving you a gift that you could physically wear- if not he’d definitely blow a fuse.

H- do they hug their s/o? how often?

kazuha definitely hugs you, but i feel like hugs only happen at specific times. of course he will indulge you if you ask for it. kazuha hugs you when he misses you, when he needs you close to him. if you didn’t travel with him, he hugs you a goodbye and a hello. kazuha hugs you tightly because he knows he will be leaving soon, or he misses you so much and never wants to let you go. if someone ever makes kazuha jealous (which doesn’t happen very often), he will hug you from your waist whilst no one was looking, as he buries his head into your neck, taking in your scent. “your mine.” he’d whisper, hugging you tighter. “i am yours.”

I- how romantic are they? do they have problems with being intimate?

kazuha has very little problems with intimacy, he is a naturally romantic person. the way he speaks should be more than enough as evidence. he doesn’t get flustered easily, and he loves to see your expressions when he does something overly romantic- cheesy even, at the most random times. his poetry and haikus are often of you, he doesn’t shy away from flirting with you, teasing you, and constantly he is thinking of different ways to show his love to you. like i said he never knows what may happen tomorrow, so he is going to spend every day in the present being romantic and loving to you.

J- do they get jealous easily? how do they act?

i can’t typically see kazuha as getting jealous easily. there is often the rare occasion of him getting impatient because someone else has held your attention for too long, but other than that its very rare for kazuha to get jealous- he trusts you too much and feels like there’s simply no need for such feelings. i feel like one of the only few times kazuha would get jealous is when he’s drunk. drunk kazuha is needy and clingy, he wants to be around no one but you. if there is the slightest bit of space between you two, kazuha is determined to get rid of it by any means necessary. if you’re having a conversation with someone, be prepared to continue it another day because kazuha is whisking you away and peppering you with kisses while glaring at the person who kept you away from him the whole time. it gets a little uncontrollable when it happens, but kazuha remembers everything that happens the night before and his reaction is absolutely priceless.

K- are they a good kisser? do they like it? how often?

kazuha is miraculously a great kisser, well that is debatable from the beginning since he didn’t have much experience but he learnt very fast, and he is an amazing learner. kazuha’s everyday kisses can range from many varieties. kazuha’s forehead kisses usually linger for just the right amount of time, they are comforting and homely. it feels like you can tell how much kazuha trusts and adores you when he gives you forehead kisses. kazuha’s cheek kisses are different. they are quick and fleeting, usually he peppers your face with them, instead of a single kiss. it is playful and often filled with laughter, kazuha does it with a teasing note as his hands cup your face and pulls you closer for another kiss attack. lastly kazuha’s kisses on your lips, saved for the most romantic and intimate moments you share. often hidden from the public where kazuha can show you how much he loves you without any interruptions. they are passionate and always leaves the both of you wanting for more. he kisses you not too rough not too gentle, just until your lips are slightly plump and red. he takes your cheek in his hand, his other on your waist, pulling you close he whispers “may i?” and if you allow him, he will make sure this is a kiss you never forget.

bonus: kisses on the back of your neck, saved for the most private moments. if you have longer hair he likes to brush your hair back and place a teasing kiss on your neck, just to see you get flustered. and if you have shorter hair he finds himself often staring at the back of your neck, and just decides to indulge himself a few times with a kiss- teasing you along the way.

L- when do they say i love you? how often? do they say or show it more?

kazuha has always been more of a mix of both, he tends to show his love a lot yet he never fails to let you know he loves you. kazuha says it when it is just the two of you, when he has your attention and he has yours. he says it while tangled in your arms, under the blankets as you try to fight the feeling of sleep so you can spend more time with your beloved. kazuha shows it in his actions, even if done unconsciously, he somehow manages to convey ‘i love you’. its evident in the way he smiles for you, his eyes glistening as he lets out a hearty laugh. its evident in the way he holds your hand, guiding you down the stairs- even though you are perfectly capable of walking on your own. it is evident in the way he stares at you while you patch him up after he got hurt again, listening to your mother-like nagging to be careful. he doesn’t always say it outright, but you know, you know he loves you.

M- thoughts on marriage? how do they want to hold the ceremony?

well kazuha definitely has thought about it, thats for sure. in all honesty he is a little intimidated by the idea of marriage. don’t get me wrong, he wants to get married to you, its just kazuha has an interesting past. he’s afraid that somehow even if he’s miles away from her, she’d end up coming back to haunt him, and this time take you too. kazuha also knows unlike others, he can’t offer you the most stable life. he fled from his own country, a god literally wants him dead. he wanders around without an end destination, no real home anymore. he wonders if you really want to get married to someone like him- this thoughts are the things that keep him awake at night. if you ever help kazuha get over his fears and make him understand you love him for who he is now, perhaps he wouldn’t hesitate before popping the question. he would love a quiet and small ceremony, he doesn’t mind a grand wedding but he would prefer something more lowkey and intimate. no distractions so he can take it all in, you finally are his.

N- what are dates like with them? how often do you guys have night outs?

dates aren’t as easy to come by with kazuha, working on the sea or with the resistance means work needs to be done and there isn’t much time for going out. but kazuha makes it work, most of the time its rather spontaneous. kazuha would appear before you and ask you to close your eyes, taking your hands in his to guide you to a little spot he made up on the alcor. hidden away from the drunkards causing a ruckus on deck. he sits you down next to him on a nice blanket and asks you to open your eyes. its a cute little get up, a few snacks and sake under the stars. kazuha would apologise for not being able to give you a proper date, yet you couldn’t ask for more. he’d pull you close saying he didn’t want you to get cold, and he’d teach you about stars and constellations.

another time while you both were working hard for the resistance, kazuha showed up by your tent at night and asked you to accompany for a walk. kazuha would take your hand in his, as he carried an umbrella over your heads. he wouldn’t bring you too far from camp but he tried to make your time worthwhile. he’d tell you about the poems he made of you the afternoon since he missed you the whole day. he’d promise to take you somewhere nicer once everything was under control again- he gives your hand a squeeze and kisses you on the cheek. it wasn’t much but it was all you both had. )

O- what would they do if their s/o got hurt or injured badly? (ouch)

it doesn’t matter how hurt you got, small or big, kazuha feels his world stop spinning. his mind flashes back to the moment he watched his friend die, and he desperately tries to keep his emotions at bay. tears threaten to spill, his voice cracks as he asks where you are. he gets to you as fast as he can, he begs that his legs don't give way yet. he blames himself for not being able to protect you, he couldn't save his friend, but please not you. the moment he catches the glimpse of your body bandaged up, bruises scattered all over skin, he can not contain the amount of guilt that rushes over himself. kazuha is by your side in an instant, taking your hand gently as he lets his eyes scan over your injury. he doesn't stop apologising, he lowers his head as he lets the waterworks run. ironically watching kazuha blame himself for not being able to protect you hurts more than the injuries you have sustained. if you can, please take him into your arms, tell him it's not his fault and you are okay. kazuha wouldn't know what to do if you were gone too.

P- are they playful in the relationship? how do they mess around with their s/o?

it may not look like it, but kazuha is rather playful. especially when it is just the two of you, kazuha suppresses the urge to not tease you. he can't help that you are just so easy to tease. he likes to challenge you to little games at the expense of a kiss. he loves seeing your expressions when he teases you, or purposely loses to you at a game. he also loves to flirt with you, tell you how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you his- even if you already are. he definitely is the type to ask you if your single and want to date him while you are dating, he says "your boyfriend doesn't need to know, so just come with me" and if you play along he falls more in love. it's also dangerous if your a ticklish person, he will often poke you just to hear your laugh or squeal. he craves to hear your melodic laugh, he never wants you to shut up. kazuha is never mean when he plays around with you though, he never crosses the line and he can read the mood well. he knows when is the right time to mess around with you, and he knows when to stop. as much as he loves it he never wants to make you mad. i

Q- what will they do if their s/o is queer or part of the LGBT community? how will they react?

kazuha doesn't mind, he believes that love is love and coincidentally he loves you for you. kazuha listens and is keen on learning your past and why you decides to be who you are now. he picks up on your prefered pronouns without hesitation and treats you with nothing but respect. if you are insecure about it, he will make it his only goal to write you a poem a day about how much he loves you and how much he wishes for you to find self love. kazuha is aware of the occasional disapproval from outsiders, and he doesn't think twice before using his vision to mess with them, knocking them off their balance or messing up their hair. he tells you that others may say what they want but you need not worry for there are many others who love you and will love you for the rest of their lives- him included.

R- how random and spontaneous is the relationship?

a relationship with kazuha is beyond random. there are moments when kazuha just grabs your hand and takes you away to some place because he wants to be with you. kazuha enjoys surprising you with things as well, if he sees something he thinks you will like, he will buy it or attempt to make it for you. when he travels he definitely brings you back pressed flowers or pretty gemstones that remind him of you. kazuha often does things for you on a "just because" basis, even if it holds no significant reason, he will give you a gift, give you a kiss or whatever you want. kazuha also randomly declares his love for you just because.

S- what do they do is their s/o is scared?

kazuha knows what its like to be scared, to feel petrified to the point its hard to breathe, hard to speak, hard to move. his world crumbles at the thought of how you may go through emotions like that. he never wants you to go through any pain, it simply doesn’t matter what causes you to feel so frightened. if it scares you, it scares you. there is no need for him to laugh at you or belittle your feelings. kazuha will never forgive himself if he makes you feel invalidated. when you are scared, kazuha will be by your side in an instant, his arms engulfing you like a warm blanket, as he whispers sweet nothings into you ear. he asks you to focus on his fingers tracing shapes onto your back. he doesn’t let go of you until he feel your heart rate return to normal. and when it does, he releases you from his tight grip to kiss away the tears rolling down your cheeks. giving you a simple smile. “my love, i wont let anything harm you. i love you.”

T- how much do they trust their s/o?

to be in a relationship means kazuha trusts you a lot. kazuha has gone through much, and is constantly on the run. there are few people he can open up to and trust that they would not leave him behind. it takes a while for kazuha to tell you about everything, don't get me wrong he knows he loves you but it isn't easy to bring something so dark about his past to light. he hopes you don't get mad or disturbed by him for keeping it hidden for so long. when he finally does tell you about his past, and you stick by him no matter what he feels his heart slowly gets put back into place.

U- do they like to take things slow or fast? (urgency)

kazuha takes things at a pretty average pace. honestly it's kind of like a write off, he knows it will take him a while to fully trust someone yet he is undoubtedly touch-starved. and when it comes to you he can't seem to hold himself back. when kazuha courts you its slow and relaxed, he never wants to force you into a relationship and make you uncomfortable. he takes his time to learn what you like and dislike, he takes his time to get to know you. and when you finally start dating he tends to take things faster, not too fast though, he makes sure everything he does is okay with you before rushing in head first. unconsciously he tends to touch you a lot, he finds comfort in your warmth. sometimes it's as simple as brushing your hair back, and sometimes it's having his hands on your thigh while you sit next to him. he just loves it so much.

V- how vocal are they about the relationship? do they want it to be a secret?

kazuha prefers to keep it lowkey. only a few people know of your relationship with him. he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him, after all he is rather infamous for escaping from the shogunate and their leader. he also is more on the private side. however its very easy to tell that kazuha is infatuated with you solely by the way he looks at you, talk of you. you can tell that he is completely smitten over you, it takes someone awfully dense to not realise his feelings for you.

W- random scenario with them! (wild card)

the first time kazuha saw you dressed up so beautifully was when beidou insisted that the both of you attended a party in liyue with her. he didn't enjoy parties as much but he thought it would be nice for you to take a break from running away, and if you were there he was sure it would be a lot more bearable. and he was right, it was. beidou had whisked you away earlier to be presentable for the occasion, kazuha himself had to wear something he wasn't used to- he thought it was uncomfortable. but the moment he saw you walk out of the room dressed to the nines, all the discomfort that came with his outfit was thrown out the window and replaced with fluster. kazuha was quick to regain his normal charm however, throwing compliments in your directions as he held out his arm for you to hold- yet not even his sly behaviour could escape your eyes, there indeed was a blush on his cheeks. beidou left the two of you to be, enjoying the food and lovely music playing in the background, yet all kazuha could hear was the melody of your voice. as the room fell silent and a slow tune began, kazuha earned a few nudges from beidou "ask them to dance" she whispered. and he did, it felt like it was straight out of a fairy tale. his eyes were burning into yours as he reached his hand out. you gladly accepted, but you never knew kazuha had learnt to dance, especially so well. you suppose everything about him is eloquent. the moment was something you'd cherish for the entirety of your life, the feeling of him guiding your footsteps along to his. his hands resting perfecting on your waist as yours did by his neck. he often made small jokes about the other stuck up guests, which made you laugh. his heart fluttered. as the song came to an end, you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. a smile appeared on his face, your action warming his chest.

"won't you dance with me again, my love?"

X- do they like petnames? do they use petnames? (XOXO)

kazuha loves using petnames on you. he likes to call you darling or my love. he finds using nicknames rather endearing, and he loves how you react with a simple "hm?" because you know he loves you like that. if you ever give kazuha a petname his heart swoons in adoration for you. he loves them! but kazuha also loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, the sound of your voice is like maple syrup in his ears.

Y- what do they do when they yearn for you?

missing you is something kazuha is unfortunately used to. given that kazuha is a traveller it is understandable why you two are often apart. when kazuha misses you, everyone can tell. especially since your absence in his life is all his poetry becomes. he muses how you are and how it hurts being so far from you. he often finds himself immersed in creating more haikus to show you when he finally reunites with you. more here.

Z- what is sleeping like with them? (zzz)

sleeping with kazuha is warm, you never have to fear the cold especially with kazuha's arms wrapped protectively around you. kazuha doesn't care whether he is the big spoon or small spoon, he just wants to be with you. if he spoons you, just make sure that he wakes up earlier than you if not he is never letting go. his grip is not too tight but still very strong around you. he enjoys being close to you and he loves how you let him be near you. if you are spooning him, please let kazuha rest his head in the crook of your neck. he loves to feel your heartbeat as he tries to fall asleep, the last thing he hears is your heart thumping every so peacefully. the smell of your soap puts him to sleep in a way he never knew it could. he loves how this time you wrap your arms around him to protect him instead, for once he feels like in your arms, he is perfectly safe.

oh my god this took so damn long???? but i didn't have much inspiration and this just came to mind. some letters were EXTREMELY hard to write so please excuse if its a little ooc i tried ;-; im glad im done tho, this honestly is the longest thing i have written in a very very long time and im really happy i did. im also pretty excited to try it for other characters i already have childe's and xiao's one in mind :) anyway!!!!!! please let me know if you liked this thank u bebs muah...

#lolible writes #genshin #kazuha #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha imagines #genshin imagines #kazuha fluff #kazuha angst #genshin fluff #genshin angst #lolible likes writing

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demonsandco · 3 years

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I searched through your blog and I'm honestly so surprised you don't have more Simeon content. That being said, if you're still doing it, can I get the WHOLE smut alphabet for Simeon?

You’re right! It’s a shame cause he’s very much one of my favorites now that we get to see more of him in game! Normally I wouldn’t do the entire alphabet like this because it’s… a lot, but Simeon deserves it uwu. This is nearly 3000 words, which makes it my longest post yet by a long shot!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Simeon is such a sweetheart after sex. He’s not actually sleepy, but his limbs feel like jelly and he’s full of so many soft, loving emotions. All he wants to do is keep his partner close in his arms, slyly stealing kisses from their lips and whispering words of love in their ear. He’s not eager to get up or move at all, but he’s willing to have a bath or grab some water if they join him. Sex leaves him feeling rather emotional and vulnerable, and he really just wants to feel them near him and hear their voice.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Simeon’s favorite part of his body is his hands. He wears gloves often to protect them, leaving his skin feeling so soft and smooth. He’s a very hands on type of person, and he’s quite skilled with them, too. One of his favorite things to do during sex is run his hands up and down his partner’s sides, feeling their warmth under his palms.

In turn, Simeon loves every part of their body. If he had to pick just one part, though, it would be their eyes. He’s a firm believer in the saying that “eyes are the windows to the soul” and he could lose himself in their gaze. He’s fond of maintaining eye contact, watching their expression shift as they get close and memorising the different shades and tones that make up their eye color.

(Cont under the cut)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Simeon cums so much, both in quantity and frequency, but he hates the messiness of it. It feels good in the moment, but it gets cold and sticky way too quickly for his liking. He really likes to see his partner covered in his cum, as though he marked them as his in a way only the two of them would know about, but he’s always quick to help clean them up before it gets uncomfortable.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Simeon really doesn’t have anything that he would call a dirty secret. All the sexual experiences he’s had in the past have been quite tame and he’s very much not the type of person to feel ashamed about his past actions or keep them secret. He’s an open book when it comes to relationships and sex.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Contrary to popular belief, angels are allowed to have sex. As long as it doesn’t impact their duties, angels can do whatever they want with their private lives, and Simeon very much took advantage of that. He’s had quite a few partners in the past, especially before the war took place. His original rank as a Seraph gave him a lot of popularity among other angels. His experiences have taught him a lot about how to make his partner feel good in many different ways, but he never really had the chance to figure out what he enjoys. There’s a huge opportunity for them to experiment with his body and to teach him more than just the basics.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Simeon is really open to experimenting and trying out new positions, so he doesn’t have just one favorite. However, the positions he enjoys most are ones where he can see his partner’s face, especially if the position lets him pull them against his chest when he feels the need for closeness. He’s open to just about any position, though, even if it seems rather absurd at first.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Simeon isn’t goofy enough to ruin the moment, but his playful nature definitely shines through. If he’s in bed with someone, that means he feels close to them emotionally, too, so he feels comfortable enough to not stay serious all the time. Sometimes things go wrong in the moment or something silly gets said out loud on accident. He doesn’t see anything wrong with laughing it off or jokingly teasing each other. He’s good at telling when the mood allows for some laughs and when some composure is necessary.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Being an angel, Simeon’s body is almost entirely hairless. Besides the hair on his head, the only other hair on him is a small patch above his cock and a very faint happy trail. He doesn’t enjoy the feel of shaving, but he does keep it very neatly trimmed at all times. Colour wise, it matches the hair on his head perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Simeon is quite romantic in the moment. Love and intimacy are very important aspects of sex to him, and that comes through in most of his actions. His pace, his preferred positions, everything reflects that intimacy that he craves. Through it all, he’s sweet talking to his partner, letting them know how good they make him feel, how important they are to him, and how much he loves them. He knows he might come across as too intense, but he wants to make sure they know that sex isn’t just about the physical aspect for him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Simeon rarely, if ever, feels the need to masturbate. Without a partner, sex really isn’t something he thinks about often, and if he does have a partner, he’d much rather take care of his need with them, rather than on his own. If he does end up jacking off, though, he always ends up fantasising about them, and he finds that he can’t actually cum without imagining them being there with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, Simeon has a corruption kink. It came as a huge shock to him when he first realised it, but something about having his sweet little human tempt him and lead him down a path of “sin” excites him. It feeds into his rebellious nature that he constantly tries to control. It gives him a rush of adrenaline whenever they convince him to do something shameful or lewd and he finds himself enjoying it and even craving more instead of actually feeling shame.

As well, Simeon also has a massive praise kink. He always strives to please his partner as best as he can and getting positive reinforcement, something he rarely hears normally, sends shocks of pleasure shooting down his spine. The more praise he gets, the more eager he is to be good. If he’s being bratty, praising his good behavior in the past gets him to behave much quicker than a “punishment” would.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Simeon’s preferred location is either his or his partner’s room. It’s a place that feels safe and familiar, while also offering privacy. They can take as much time as they want and be as loud as they feel like without having to worry about anyone bursting in.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Getting Simeon turned on is pretty easy. All his partner needs to do is be direct with their advances. Their boldness excites him. He isn’t the type of person to get turned on by seemingly innocent actions, so their intent needs to be clear. That, alongside some suggestive touches, is more than enough to get him in the mood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Simeon is usually open to trying anything once and there’s not a lot that he’s opposed to, but he is very serious with his boundaries. He refuses to allow sex with his partner to start impacting his day to day life. Skipping classes, missing meetings, or even risking being late to something, even if it’s not important, in favor of sex is a big no for him. He makes his boundaries very clear from the start, and will quickly become harsh if his partner doesn’t respect them.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Simeon has almost no experience in oral, giving or receiving, but it quickly becomes one of his favorite things. He could spend hours between his partner’s thighs without getting bored. While he’s rather hesitant and unsure at first, he’s very skilled at reading their reactions and starts adjusting his technique to make them feel as good as possible.

He doesn’t enjoy receiving quite as much, but he still loves it! It’s so easy for his partner to make him cum or overstimulate him with just their mouth. The warm wetness of their mouth feels divine and their breath is so hot against his skin, he can’t help but cum embarrassingly quickly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Simeon greatly enjoys taking his time with his partner, keeping a slow and sensual pace and exploring every inch of their body with his mouth and hands. He’s not a fan of rushing, even as he gets closer to his peak, he keeps his pace steady, his body molding against theirs. He’s not opposed to going faster if they prefer that, but his favorite pace will always be slow and intimate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Simeon is not a fan of quickies. He’ll be open to trying it at least once, but he knows from the start that it’s not his cup of tea. The whole thing just feels so rushed and impersonal to him. The most important part of sex to him is the intimacy and emotional connections, and quickies feel very lacking in comparison. If anything, they leave him craving his partner even more than before.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Simeon is very open to experimenting and he’s always excited to learn and experience new things. He’s willing to try anything once, even if it’s something that he’s pretty sure he won’t enjoy. The idea of taking risks also interests him, but it needs to only be a perceived risk for him to participate. Something like messing around in an empty classroom at RAD is exciting, but it needs to be afterhours when the school is empty and the door has to be locked for him to feel comfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Simeon’s stamina is not the best, at least at first. He can go for more rounds than the average human just because he’s an angel, but he’s so unbelievably sensitive that the rounds themselves are rather short. It’s been so long since he’s had anyone touch him sexually that he ended up cumming in his pants the first time he was with his partner. With time, his stamina will improve drastically, probably to the point where he could easily outlast them, but he needs some practice to get there.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys aren’t something Simeon has ever really thought about using or has ever owned. When he sees the huge variety of toys that exist, he feels excited to try them out, mostly relying on his partner’s preferences and recommendations to pick some. He quickly learns that he really enjoys having them use different toys on him and, in turn, he loves the new opportunities the toys give him when it comes to pleasuring them in return. The possessive, prideful part of him that is usually buried very much prefers making his partner feel good on his own, without toys to help, but most of the time, he doesn’t mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The first time he teases his partner, it’s entirely accidental, his habit of going slow and taking his time exploring their body ends up making him tease them. Once he sees the way it makes them feel, though, he starts doing it on purpose, wanting to see more of their reactions. He’ll relent, with a smug little smile on his face, if they start begging, but until then, he plays the innocent card, pretending not to realise what he’s doing.

As much as he likes to dish it out, Simeon really can’t take much teasing. He’s so sensitive and desperate that he’ll start begging immediately, willing to do anything just to feel more of their touch.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Simeon is naturally very loud and he lets out the prettiest sounds. At first, he tries to muffle them and keep his volume down. He talks quite a bit, at least while he’s still able to form coherent thoughts, and loves to whisper sweet things to his partner in a breathy tone. The closer he gets to cumming, the more his words devolve into delicate gasps and high pitched moans. When he cums, he lets out the longest, breathiest whine that no amount of gritting his teeth or covering his mouth could smother. He’s very vocal throughout, and without some sort of soundproofing, his voice can very much be heard through the walls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Simeon has a hard time controlling his wings during sex. He can’t focus hard enough to keep them hidden and they tend to have a mind of their own, fluttering and puffing up depending on how he feels. They’re quite sensitive in the moment too, especially at the base. In the end, he finds himself wrapping his wings around his partner as he pulls them close, keeping them warm and safe under his feathers. Unfortunately, this usually means that the bed is covered in feathers from all his flapping and wiggling.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Simeon has such a pretty cock, so perfectly smooth that it almost looks like a drawing rather than an actual dick. He’s large enough to be impressive without seeming intimidating, with just enough girth to feel like a stretch, but not be painful. It’ll still take some prep for his partner to take him, but it won’t be too difficult with some patience and plenty of lube.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Simeon’s libido isn’t very high at all, and sex isn’t something that’s on his mind constantly. What matters to him most is spending quality time with his partner, regardless of what they’re doing together. They usually need to be the one to actually initiate things, since he has no qualms with pushing down his need to avoid ruining the moment. With how much he values physical touch, it’s not hard for cuddles to become something more, and as long as there’s time for it, Simeon will never say no.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex doesn’t exactly leave him feeling sleepy, but it does make him feel extraordinarily relaxed. He tends to follow his partner’s lead, staying awake longer if they don’t plan to sleep right away. With how warm and soft he feels, though, he has no trouble falling asleep quickly, cuddling them close to his chest to absorb more of their body heat. If it’s up to him, he prefers to share some casual pillow talk together, before falling asleep soon after. If he can avoid having to get up and be functional, he will.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me smut #smut alphabet #lime time #anon ily this was a wonderful ask #it took fucking ages to finish tho lmao

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Okay, so I had a thought for our dear fox boy, Kurama.... Imagine, "trying" to tease him by going down on him only to suddenly switch it up and go down on you instead, especially when you least expect it as revenge. You're on the phone with your best friend and suddenly he's there between your legs, but you can't say anything or let your friend know.

Oh-hoo, a most excellent concept, friend- and actually plays into a couple things I've written about Kurama before too, so I guess I should have seen this coming xD

Also this all just reminded me that I HAVE to do some sketches of the YYH boys in late 90's fashion. Ugh, what absolute icons.

Kurama (YYH) x AFAB Reader

NSFW 18+ v

Kurama's hair splays out across the pillow, making him look for all the world like a lounging ingenue in a romantic painting. Still, those emerald eyes level on you with a sharp cunning that tells you clearly where you stand. He wears a subdued smile that someone who didn't know him might find pleasant, charming- but you know what the grin of a fox spirit really means.

"Feeling rather bold today, aren't you?" he says, his tone light and conversational, even as your hands run down his chest and the toned contours of his abdomen from atop his clothing.

"Well, it doesn't seem fair for you to call the shots all the time," you reply from your position straddling his hips. You like to think you sound the part of the confident seductress, but your heart leaps every time you meet Kurama's calculated gaze. You may be in the "dominant" position, but you know you haven't nearly tamed him. For now, you'll just have to try to push him a bit further.

You kiss a slow and deliberate path down the center of his torso, undoing the buttons of his shirt one-by-one, and revelling in the feeling of firm muscle shifting and flexing at your touch. Kurama lets out an openly pleasured sigh, and doesn't shy away in the slightest as your hands reach the front of his jeans. With a playful little hum, you run your hand up along the bulge of his stiffening cock beneath layers of fabric. Very subtly, his hips shift up towards your touch, and you bite at your lip as your eyes flicker up to his yet unreadable expression.

"You must be much more sensitive than you let on, Kurama," you tease, tracing his length with a single finger, "You're already this hard, after all."

Just as you'd started to feel sure of having the upper hand, he props himself up on an elbow to observe you between his thighs. One hand reaches down to caress your cheek, ending at your chin, where his thumb runs the curve of your lower lip.

"Of course I am," he replies bluntly, "It's only natural when I desire you so ardently. Besides," he goes on, his grin curling into a smirk, "If your aim is retribution for all that I've done to you, then I imagine I have quite a thrilling evening to look forward to."

So much for flustering him, or even just getting him to act a little bit shy. Your cheeks burn hot, and you mumble,

"Should have tied you up. And gagged you, while we're at it."

"Hm. Perhaps you should have," Kurama replies casually.

This bastard. Is it really this impossible to gain the slightest bit of ground on him?

Impatient for results, you undo the front of his jeans, and tug them down with his boxers, freeing his impressive member from its confines. Kurama continues to watch you comfortably as you take the base of his cock in hand and slowly drag your tongue up the underside of his shaft. You can feel it twitching and swelling in your hand, hardening to its full size before too long. Frankly, you've half a mind to climb onto his lap and ride him then and there. He does so love to tease you- the chance to have him now without the usual exercise of restraint is undeniably tempting. For the time being, you satisfy yourself with gently licking and kissing his twitching manhood, letting the warmth of your breath and fleeting touches gently stimulate him.

He is clearly enjoying himself; aside from the soft murmurs of pleasure he grants you as your tongue circles the crown of his cock, his direct gaze hasn't wavered for even a moment. Still propped up above you, he absently strokes your hair in one hand as half-lidded eyes watch your attempts to provoke him.

"You mean to tease me, I see..." he says softly, his tone only hinting at his amusement. Even better concealed is the heady arousal building at his core- his desire to break this arrogant facade you've put on, to see you crumble back into obedience at his hands.

And as if by divine providence, his opportunity arrives.

The phone at the bedside table rings, and you pause to glance up at Kurama. Only the glint in his eye hints at his plan at first- but then, as you watch in disbelief, he picks up the phone before it's finished its third ring. He sits upright as he greets your friend on the line, and your body feels hot and cold all at once.

"Hm? Oh, yes- right here, in fact. One moment."

Kurama meets your eyes with a smirk and offers the phone to you with his hand cupped over the receiver. Your face is burning red, and you grumble near inaudibly,

"No fair!"

He gives a short laugh, tucking away his still-hard cock and then fixing his clothing with his free hand as he says,

"I apologize if I have ever given you the impression that I am 'fair' by nature." All at once, he catches you around the waist and pulls you down onto your back on the bed. You resist crying out in surprise, if only because when you look up at him and see the smouldering heat in his eyes, your breath catches in your chest. Then, without a word, he hands the phone to you. Biting nervously at your lower lip, you take it from him, clear your throat, and say,

"He-hey! How's it going?"

Your friend immediately launches into an excited ramble about the finale of a show she's been following obsessively for the last year and a half. Honestly, you should have expected this call- stupid of you to think you'd have the evening free with the finale airing. As she goes on about how "so many of her predictions were dead-on," Kuramas hands run indulgently down the contours of your body. Your heart races, and you can't help tensing, arching up against him just a little. Then, he's working your pants down off your hips, and you give him a pleading look that he meets like a stone wall.

"-- I mean, can you believe it?! It's like, exactly what I said would happen!!"

"Yeah, that's, uh," you struggle to keep up, but your eyes are fixed on Kurama lowering himself between your bared legs, "that's pretty wild..."

With a placade grin on his face, he kisses a trail down the inside curve of your thigh, his touches delicate and yet unreserved. Your eyelids flutter half-shut, but you force yourself to- more or less -follow the thread of your friend's rant. That is, until you feel the sting of Kurama's teeth at the soft flesh far up the inner curve of your thigh. He sucks a dark love-bite to your skin- one that you know will remind you of his presence there for days to come. Still, you manage to camouflage your gasp of shock and pleasure into a sudden cough.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, totally! Sorry, don't mind me- go on!" you babble out your reply in a hurry, knowing you won't be able to trust your voice when Kurama continues this torment. He chuckles silently behind his hand, and you pout uselessly at him. Rather than acknowledge this, he refocuses on his task as the phone rant continues. You do your best to keep a consistent stream of "Oh, yeah?" and "Wow, crazy!", all while elegant fingers spread your lower lips and warm breath teases your over-sensitive body. Then, without warning, his tongue glides firm across your aching clit. Your thighs twitch in around his head and you arch up from the bed.

"Woa--! That's... incredible!" you translate the gasp you desperately want to let out into a perhaps overly-enthusiastic reply. Fortunately, your friend is too caught up in her finale recap to police her own excitement, let alone yours. Still wearing that cocky smirk, Kurama pushes his hair back behind his ears, then returns to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue.

He doesn't let up after this, and frankly, your impulses are torn. Part of you wants to be as subtle as possible, to silently endure the slow, luxurious movements of his lips and tongue pulsing against your cunt and stiffened clit. Another part of you- the part you're fighting to subdue -wants to grab onto that silky red hair and grind against him, to rush yourself to your climax and to spare yourself further torture. But you and Kurama both know you won't be able to keep quiet if you do. So you fuss anxiously with the phone's tangled cord, shifting and squirming on the bed beneath him and biting back pleasured gasps and whimpers.

Your legs are trembling around him and you're positively soaked with your arousal and his saliva. Leaning back on the pillow, you scrunch your eyes closed and take a deep breath.

"Oh- you remember that one voice actor I told you about?"

"Yeah, uh," you struggle to pull your thoughts together, but Kurama nudges the flat of his tongue rhythmically against your clit, and your body is begging for release, "This show... was his first big on-screen thing, right?" you manage to choke out. As though pleased by your performance, your lover gives a soft hum that sends his breath fluttering over your vulnerable skin, then presses more firmly into you. His skillful tongue teases your entrance for a moment, rubbing into you while your muscles tighten, instinctively longing for friction, for something inside, for something to cling to. You're panting silently, biting at your finger to keep quiet while your friend tells you all about her latest celebrity crush.

So close. You're so dangerously close to the rush of your climax. But you hold on, every inch of your body aching with need and restraint. Kurama can obviously sense the desperate state you're in, and you know that he's savoring it. And yet, when you glance down to watch the erotic movements of his mouth, the way his eyes devour you, the way his hands grip at your hips- you realize that you don't have it in you to care about your pride anymore.

"Anyway, they're airing an interview with the cast soon, so I gotta go so I don't miss it."

The words are a beacon of hope, and while your friend apologizes for cutting out so suddenly, you assure her again and again that you don't mind.

"Really, you should... go- uh, go enjoy the thing!"

Kurama's lips seal around your clit and the dearly sensitive surrounding flesh. His tongue flicks across the hard little bundle over and over, his hands firm at your hips, holding you strictly in place. He's not holding back anymore. Your eyes roll back and your body burns, but you keep yourself silent. Just a little longer. Don't let him make you cum- not yet. He feels too good- and you know he wouldn't care if you screamed his name for your friend or anyone else to hear.

"Oh, also, we should totally grab coffee or something soon!"

"Yeah- that sounds really good-!" your back arcs up from the sheets.

"Cool! I'll call again soon, byeeee!"

You hear the click of the receiver on the other end. Your arms go limp, dropping the phone to the floor. Kurama leans over you, pushing himself against you while his tongue works your clit and you gasp aloud for him.

"Kurama! Ohhh... Oh, God- I'm-!"

A tingling, sparkling wave of pleasure explodes from your core and rushes across the surface of your skin. You can't remember the last time you came this hard, and you imagine Kurama can feel what he's doing to you. Your taste coats his tongue, one shaky hand weaves your fingers through his hair as your hips buck towards him. With one last desperate cry of his name, you relax back onto the bed, your boneless limbs making you feel like a puddle of mindless bliss.

Panting, practically gasping for breath, your unfocused eyes gaze up at the ceiling as the last tremors of your climax pass through you.

"Haa... Mm, Kurama..." you whimper out as he places one last kiss to your now soaked folds.

He crawls up atop you, and a gentle hand turns your face to him. His smile is warm and openly affectionate, and he caresses your cheek like a groom at the altar. Looking at him now, it's hard to imagine he's the same man who just put you through that unique form of torture. You're still catching your breath, and when he kisses you with all the tenderness in the world, you can hardly even reciprocate.

"Well done, my love," he says at last, "Do you think you can continue to behave for me tonight?"

Some distant part of your mind realizes that you've been manipulated- that he's utterly dismantled your attempt at dominance. You should be frustrated. You should try to regain the upper hand and show him that he doesn't always gets to be in control. Instead, your half-lidded eyes meet him and you murmur,

"Yes... I'll be good..."

#kurama #yu yu hakusho #kurama yyh #shuichi minamino #kurama x reader #yu yu hakusho smut #kurama smut #x reader #yu yu hakusho imagines

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badassbuchanan · 4 years

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White Lies

Warnings: smut, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, overuse of the f word, riding, dirty talk, kinda sad ending.

Word Count: 5335

A/N: Sorry my inactiveness this past week, my loves! I’ve just had so much on my plate - hopefully everything will be back to normal this week xx

Also, let me know if my tag list still isn't working for you? I’ve had a few people having issues with it lately.

*** would just like to state for the record I do not condone cheating. Please do not read if this will upset or offend you in any way ***

The empty bottle of wine made Y/N’s body tingle with warmth. Andy’s larger body wasn’t feeling the affects of the alcohol as much, he was a different kind of drunk. His body was more tingly and warm from the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen laying so vulnerably against his side.

Y/N tried to act normal around him, she really had. She desperately attempted to treat tonight like every other night he’d come over to her place. But it was hard to act normal, when the secret of his she’d accidentally uncovered tormented her mind. Y/N knew that tonight was the last time she could ever see Andy.

She first met Andy only a couple of weeks ago when he was assigned to assist a case at the firm she worked at. He’d come in to the reception area looking smart and professional, but his mannerisms were slightly more on the causal side than most lawyer’s she’d liaised with. “Can I help you?” Her voice came out calm, almost soothing to his ears. Andy couldn’t ignore how beautiful she was, or the way his heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. “Yeah, is this where I sign in?” She was immediately attracted to his charm and dopey smile.

“My name’s Andy. M’gunna be working with…” He leaned his palms on her desk with a frown as he tried to wrack his brain, Y/N’s beauty distracting his mind from thinking straight. She watched with a soft smile as he quickly pulled out his phone, checking for the name of the person he was supposed to meet. “William Heartly on the Alberto and Bexley case.”

“Okay, Andy,” Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off of the charming man. Andy tried to ignore the throbbing of his cock as he admired her, just getting hard from the way she said his name. “I’ll let Mr Heartly know you’re here. Please, take a seat.”

A few days of borderline flirty remarks whilst waiting for the lawyer to come and collect Andy later, and Y/N had grown fond of the blue eyed visitor. They had become quite well acquainted with eachother. She adored the way he seemed to be genuinely interested in talking to her. She was attracted to the way he made her laugh, his kind nature. Everything about him made her crave his attention. He was so different to all the other men she’d met, she’d never felt this way about anyone before. It was as if they were just destined to meet, like the stars had aligned.

“Morning Y/N.”

“So where are you from originally?”

“Here, I bought you a coffee.”

“I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“What do you do when you’re not at work?”

“We should be finished up on the case by tomorrow.”

“I don’t want it to be the last time I see you. Do you wanna come to dinner with me?”

It was the small things he said that had her heart skipping every time he walked through the door, sometimes unscheduled. She wasn’t the kind of girl who has sex with someone she’s just met, but this was different. Andy was everything she’d ever looked for in a guy. She wasn’t going to let herself self sabotage this time, she’d trust that it was supposed to be. So they fucked in the back of his car that night. They exchanged numbers. They texted daily. They hung out, mostly at Y/N’s house. They cooked together. They watched movies. They stayed up late talking about anything and everything. They made love.

Thoughts of their times together flooded through her mind as she laid against his side, her heart sinking as she breathed in his intoxicating scent, one that she would soon be trying to forget. Deep down she’d always known he was too good to be true. But she thought that just this once, maybe she’d find the love of her life. And well, technically, she did.

“This is my favourite part.” Andy chuckled, blissfully unaware of the thoughts that tormented her mind, distracted by the movie on the screen and the peacefulness of being with her. She faked a chuckle, letting her hand rest on his bare stomach under his business shirt. She didn’t want to let him go, to feel the coldness of his absence. She wanted to go back to before that dumb accountant had run her mouth, unknowingly telling Y/N something she never imagined she’d hear.

“Andy.” She mumbled softly, craving all of his attention as she tilted her head to look up at him, noticing how well groomed his beard was. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as her fingers massaged over his skin, desperate for the intimacy the both relied on. Her mind stilled as she admired him, perfection in human form.

Andy immediately fixed his ocean blue eyes on hers, one of his strong hands sliding down her back and into the waistband of her gym shorts instinctively as he gave her a soft smile.

Yeah?” He breathed out sweetly, leaning down to peck her lips slowly without hesitation. She hummed as she kissed him back, not missing a beat as her hand moved from his stomach up to his jaw, pulling his face harder onto hers.

Y/N felt her pussy throb with need as his muscly arms wrapped around her body. She shook her head, causing her to second guess her confrontational conversation and enjoy the moment instead. “Nothing.” She whispered seductively, opening her mouth for his tongue as he ran it over her bottom lip. She loved how wet Andy could get her from his hand simply squeezing her ass cheek inside her shorts.

Andy groaned into the kiss, letting his other hand dip under the bottom of her baggy top, resting on her soft tummy as he felt his cock throb. “Wanna feel myself in here.” He mumbled euphorically as he trailed his lips across her cheek, his tongue leaving wet marks as he went. Andy loved how she made him feel, not just sexually, although he loved that too. But emotionally, she made him feel whole, she made him feel loved and needed, she completed him.

Goose bumps covered Y/N’s skin as she tilted her neck, granting him more access. His hand started moving again as his lips trailed along the flesh of her neck, pushing further under her top as he palmed over one of her perky tits, squeezing it gently.

“Andy.” She threw her head back breathlessly, helplessly submitting to him as her legs parting instinctively. Andy continued to squeeze her ass and massage her boob, his cock straining against the material of his pants as he heard her moan.

“Need to be inside you, baby.” He kissed at her neck repeatedly, longing for the love only she could give him as he bit down softly on her neck, tugging her nipple between his fingers. She let out a whimper as she felt her wetness dripping down her pussy and onto the thin material of her underwear, begging to feel more of his touch. “I need you.”

Y/N licked her lips, resting her hand on the back of his head as her eyelids fluttered shut, her body relaxing against him. Andy let his hand glide back down her tummy, touching her body delicately before fisting the material of her top in his hand, impatiently pulling it up to expose her bare chest.

His lips left her neck, taking a moment to admire how perfect her body was, how perfect she was, breathing out shakily as he looked up into her lust filled eyes, staring back at him lovingly. He leaned closer to her, dropping his head to her tits as he started sucking on her pebbled nipple with his tongue.

She whimpered out in pleasure, tugging on his hair as her back arched off of the sofa in pleasure, nudging closer to his mouth. “Andy.” She moaned his name shamelessly, edging him on to get what she wanted, his cock inside of her.

He squeezed her other boob in the palm of his hand, letting out a groan as he felt her body wiggling desperately under him. His teeth grazed along the flesh of her breast as she tries to wrap her leg around him, needing something to hump her eager pussy on.

“Andy, please.” She choked out in a whimper, losing control of her body as she forced her eyes open to look at him. Y/N breathed shakily as she pushed her tits out for him, watching him kiss his way to the valley of her breasts, letting his tongue leave sloppy wet marks along her soft skin. “I’m so wet.”

“Tell me what you want.” He muttered mindlessly, too distracted by his desire to kiss every inch of her gorgeous body. His tongue snaked across her chest to attach to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first.

“You.” She moaned weakly, her eyes closing in pleasure as her head spun, her hips bucking desperately as she gripped his hair. “I want you.”

Andy lifted his head, moving his body up to level with hers, their breaths mixing as he stared down at her intensely. “I can give you what you just asked for in so many different ways, baby.” He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips as he felt himself weakening under her touch. “But if you want what’s going on inside that sweet mind of yours,” He kissed her again, feeling her absentmindedly open her mouth to welcome his tongue. “You’re gunna have to get a little more graphic for me.”

She nodded obediently with a whimper, licking her lips as she watched his, her eyes glistening with desire as her hands smoothed over the burning skin of his stomach. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”

Andy let out a strangled grunt, his jaw clenching as his strong hand squeezed her bare thigh. “You wanna feel my tongue inside that tight little cunt of yours?” He breathed out heavily through his nose as he looked down at her submitting beneath him.

Y/N nodded shyly at the vulgarity of his words, biting her lip as the soft hair of his beard grazed her chin. “Go get on the bed.” Andy instructed as his lips pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Take your shorts and top off.” He continued as he kissed her other cheek. “Then wait for me like a good girl.” He mumbled as he watched her through hooded eyes, his head spinning with desire.

Y/N’s pussy clenched, her crotch nudging against his bulge as she immediately moved to get up, leaving Andy with a final peck on his lips. He watched her obediently make her way across the room, her shirt dropping to the floor before she’d even reached the hallway.

Andy let out a scoff in amusement, smiling admirably as he felt his heart burst with adoration for the girl. He took the moment alone to regain his strength which seemed to dissolve whenever she was begging him.

His cock throbbed when he walked into the bedroom, immediately seeing her tight little pussy on display for him now that her legs were spread. Andy unbuttoned his shirt as he strolled to the end of the bed, keeping his eyes glued on her dripping centre that was begging for him.

“I don’t remember telling you to take off your underwear.” He mumbled cheekily as his hands dropped to unbuckle his belt after running a hand through his tousled hair, pushing it out of his way as he subconsciously licked his lips.

Y/N’s leg lifted to dig her heel into the mattress, her pussy clenching as her eyes dropped to marvel at his tattooed body that she loved so much. She bit her lip in anticipation as she watched his big hands pull the belt, that had tied her up on multiple occasions, out of the loops and into his hand in a smooth motion.

“They were coming off eventually,” She dropped her voice in a sultry tone as she leaned back on her palm, batting her eyelashes as she watched him unbutton his pants in front of her. “Thought I’d save you some time.”

“And what if I wanted to fuck you with them on?” He raised his eyebrow, smirking as he moved his hand down to grip her ankle. He tugged at her feet, forcing her body towards him as her back hit the mattress. She giggled at his dominance, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she looked up at where he stood between her legs. Andy admired her naked form as he let go of her ankle, pushing his pants down before crawling onto the bed, hovering above her. “Have to wait until next time, won’t I?” He chuckled sweetly as he pressed a gentle kiss on her plump lips.

Her heart sank. There wouldn’t be a next time. A slight twinge of anxiety returned to her body as she remembered the secret he’d hidden from her so well. Was any of this real?

“Andy, wait.” She watched him slide his hand up her inner thigh as his lips travelled down her body, stopping inches away from her heat. Her chest heaved as she slightly panicked, feeling his movements come to a sudden stop.

He looked up, eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion as she tugged his hands off of her. Y/N silently rolled herself over, propping herself up on her knees as she pushed her palms into the mattress, her ass and pussy on display for him.

“Fuck,” Andy sighed in desire, his cock painfully straining inside of his boxers at the sight of her as he shifted to lay on his side. “This how you want it?”

“Mmh.” She moaned out with a nod, looking back at him from over her shoulder. Andy’s weight rested on his elbow as he came face to face with her pussy.

“So pretty.” He mumbled in awe, using his spare hand to grip the back of her thigh, spreading her ass cheek a bit more as he leaned in and kissed her pussy lips softly. “So wet.” He added, mumbling against her heat as he let his tongue poke teasingly out of his mouth, kissing her pussy again.

“Fuck.” She whispered shakily, already overwhelmed with pleasure as her head dropped against the mattress, desperately pushing her ass back towards him.

Andy licked a long strip up her slit, his spit mixing with her juices as he felt her jolting with pleasure in front of him, she was so responsive for him. “So sweet.” He mumbled against her pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through her body.

“Oh,” she whimpered erotically, arching her back as her hands gripped tightly against the bedsheets, her nipples rubbing against the mattress as she lost the strength to hold herself up. “Andy.”

Andy let go of her thigh, a growl escaping his lips as his passion took over, forcing his face deep into her pussy, his tongue rubbing against her inner walls. Andy guided his hand down, pushing inside his boxers to pull out his throbbing cock.

He moaned against her, pumping his thick shaft in his hand as he sucked on her clit. Andy’s eyes darkened with desire as he felt her fidget in front of him, rocking her hips against his face as he drank her arousal.

The slapping and sucking sounds of their intimate activity filled the air, a thin layer of sweat escaped her skin as her thighs shook, the pleasure taking over her body.

Andy teased his tip, spreading the leaking precum over his reddened tip before fucking into his hand again. He moaned as his tongue explored her eager pussy, drinking in her scent.

“Andy, I’m gunna cum.” Y/N whined desperately, the feeling on Andy’s beard tickling between her thighs too much for her to take. Her upper body collapsed against the bed as she jolted repeatedly, a bubbling pleasure building up inside of her as she reached a hand toward the pillows for support.

Her words only made his mouth fuck her harder, eager to watch her come undone as he flicked his tongue rapidly up and down her clit. A groan erupted from the back of his throat, his hand pumping his cock faster as a way of settling his desperate need for attention.

The vibration of his voice caused Y/N’s orgasm to hit, suddenly flooding her body with with pleasure as she desperately gripped the pillow her hand. Porn-star moans escaped her mouth as Andy lapped up her juices, his eagerness to feel her walls around him growing as he felt her overstimulated pussy jolting at his touch.

Andy pressed his thumb covered in his pre-cum against her core as he leaned back, admiring her puffy pussy lips through hooded eyes. The sight was almost enough for him to push her down and shove his face back between her thighs. But his cock was throbbing for attention. Y/N was too fucked out to pay much attention to Andy shifting behind her on the bed, still recovering from her orgasm as slid his boxers down his legs and knelt behind her, lining himself up with her soaked entrance before pushing his cock inside of her throbbing pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” Andy moaned loudly, his head dropping back in pleasure as a frown covered his face. His hands gripped her hips, her warm pussy clenching around his cock as he started thrusting in and out of her aching hole.

“Pull out.” Y/N whimpered out quickly, her head turning sideways to look at him over her shoulder as she moved her palm back to push him away by his stomach. His cock felt so good inside of her aching pussy, satisfying the need to feel him, like he was made to fit inside of her.

“No.” Andy growled desperately as he pulled her hips back against him hard, unable to fathom the idea of having to pull his cock out of her warm, dripping cunt.

“Andy,” Y/N hissed in frustration, whining at the feeling of his balls slap against her ass, the enormous amount pleasure coursing through her veins almost made her second guess her request. “I want your cock in my mouth first.”

Andy’s movements stilled as he let out a groan, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned down to press his chest against her back. His cock angled deeper inside of her, a soft whimper leaving her lips as she arched back, feeling the material of his shirt which hung open on his body. “Well, in that case.” Andy chuckled deviously as he pressed his lips to the back of her shoulder, a sigh leaving his lips as he regretfully pulled out of her soft pussy.

Andy leaned back up on his knees, not even giving Y/N time to think about the empty feeling washing over her before tugging her backwards by her arm to press her back against his chest. Andy’s hand snaked around to her throat, his fingers digging into her flesh as he kissed her passionate. Y/N smiled as she kissed him back, feeling the desperation on his lips contrasted by his rough touches.

“Lay down for me, okay?” She asked sweetly, knowing that if she tried to command him in any way, he’d fuck her into the mattress just to put her in her place. She pecked his lips softly, feeling his cock nudging desperately between her ass cheeks.

Andy groaned as he pulled himself away from the kiss, her voice sweet enough to be able to get him to do anything. He let go of her body, shuffling to obey her request as he turned his body to lay his head on the pillows.

He watched the way she admired his cock that was standing proudly, glistening with her juices as she crawls toward him. She bit her lip, her soft hand running ticklishly up one of his thighs as her lips kissed along the other.

Andy groaned as her lips inched closer to his throbbing member, his hips bucking slightly in need. Y/N’s mouth watered at the sight of his cock, unable to stop her lips from wrapping around his tip, her tongue flicking ever so teasingly over him.

Andy let out a grunt of frustration, forcing his eyes to stay open as his hand moved down to rest on the back of her head. Y/N could tell he wanted to take control, feeling his cock throbbing against her tongue as she glided it down his shaft and started bobbing her head.

“Fuck, baby.” Andy’s hand tightened on her head, his fingers digging into her scalp as he tugged hard on her hair, little moans escaping his open mouth uncontrollably. “Just like that.”

He breathed out shakily, his eyes fixated on the sight of her between his legs, gagging on his cock as she took his whole length. Y/N let her jaw go slack, allowing him the freedom of controlling her movements as he fucked into her mouth.

Andy’s jaw clenched as he felt his tip hit the back of her throat, sending waves of pleasure through his body. “Oh, fuck.” His face screwed up, in awe of just how good she always made him feel.

The sound of Andy’s heavy breathing has Y/N’s pussy clenching in anticipation of his throbbing cock being back inside of her. She moaned around his length, bobbing her head to assist with the rhythm that his hand was moving it up and down. The drops of saliva that trickled down her mouth didn’t cross her mind as they landed on Andy’s skin.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed, breathing through her nose as Andy’s cock filled her throat, her nails digging harshly into the flesh of his thigh.

Andy movements came to a sudden stop, desperately trying to recompose himself as he almost lost control. He kept her lips against his skin as he held her head down, his cock filling her mouth and opening her throat as he tried to stop himself from reaching his climax.

“Fuck.” He moaned loudly, eyes not leaving the sight of her mouth warming his thick cock. Y/N was caught by surprise, trying to control her breathing as she choked, swallowing around him in an attempt to breathe. “Baby I’m gunna cum down that pretty little throat of yours if you don’t stop.”

She whimpered at his words, staying in position as her pussy dripped down her thighs, moving her other hand to rest on Andy’s lower stomach, trailing her fingers delicately over the skin.

Her throat started to involuntarily tighten as Andy watched her keep his cock in her mouth like a pacifier. He licked his lips as his blue eyes locked with hers, finally letting go of her head as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

Y/N took a moment to catch her breath, leaning up on her hands as they smiled knowingly at eachother. Andy watched intensely as she crawled up his body, their skin touching intimately as she sat back on her knees, straddling his waist.

He pulled her into a deep kiss as her hand cupped his beard covered jaw, her head tilting to grant him more access. Y/N rocked her hips down from where she sat above him, feeling his thick cock nudge against her pussy.

Andy moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding from her hips around to massage her ass cheeks. She sucked on his bottom lip desperately, pressing her chest against his she let go of his jaw, tugging the material of his shirt off of his body. She slid her hand down to his cock once he was completely naked beneath her, lining him up with her entrance as she braced herself for the feeling of his cock stretching her out.

“You’re so needy for my cock, baby.” Andy groaned into her ear as he tugged her hand away from his shaft, jolting his hips up to push himself fully inside of her.

“Andy.” Y/N moaned out with a gasp, surprised by his sudden movement as she momentarily dropped her head onto his chest, losing control of her body as her nails dug into his arm.

Andy’s wide chest caught her weak body, guiding her ass back and forth along his length with his big hands. “I’m not gunna last long.” He groaned desperately as his lips parted in pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt her pussy tight around him.

“So big.” She whimpered softly, still trying to stretch in order to accommodate to his size. Andy kissed her temple lovingly, his heart sinking at her words as his cock twitching inside of her rubbed up against her walls.

“Thought you would’ve gotten used to me by now.” He whispered cheekily, trying to distract her from the pain. He dropped his head to press a kiss to her lips, smiling as he noticed her chuckle shakily in response, both of them drunk on the feeling of their intimacy.

“Your cock is huge, Andy.” She mumbled sweetly as she kissed him back, starting to move her hips slowly as she adjusted to his thick shaft. “It’d take a lot longer than this for me to get used to it.”

“Shit.” He hissed as Y/N forced herself to bounce a little faster on him, a soft sound of their skin slapping together filled the room. Her stomach clenched as she paced up and down his cock, feeling so full with him inside of her.

One of her hands lifted to rest on his shoulder, the other on the mattress beside his head as she sat up on him, regaining her strength. Little whimpers left her lips as she pleasured herself on Andy’s cock, feeling his strong hands holding her tightly. His fingers left marks on her curvy hips, the new angle gave them both an increased amount of pleasure.

Groans rumbled in Andy’s throat as he clenched his jaw, admiring the gorgeous woman above him. He forced his eyes to stay on her, smitten with the way her back arches towards him, the way her tits bounce with every thrust, the way her face looks flushed and so very satisfied.

“Andy” She moaned his name, her eyes fluttering shut as she slid her hand from his shoulder to his chest, her finger nails digging into his skin.

He was mesmerised by the way her pussy smacked down against his skin with every bounce of her hips, rubbing the length his cock with her tight walls.

“C’mere.” Andy mumbled breathlessly, reaching his hand up to lift her arm from his chest, as he tugged her arm towards his head. He pulled her body down on to him with ease, desperate to have her closer.

Y/N didn’t hesitate to obey to his gentle command, resting her chest flush against his once more as she looked up at him through hooded eyes. His hands slid down to her ass, spreading her cheeks as he took control, thrusting up into her.

She forced her head to stay focused on him, even as the overwhelming pleasure filled her body. Andy instantly smiled admiringly down at her, proud of how well she was taking him. His heart fluttered as he noticed her smiling beck at him, losing theirselves in the love they felt.

He grunted desperately, feeling his cock push deep inside of her with every jolt of his hips. “Just because you’re on top, doesn’t mean you’re in control.” He mumbled through hooded eyes, craving more and more of her attention.

Y/N chuckled at his comment before whimpering as his cock hit her cervix, leaning up to kiss him as she cupped his jaw in an attempt to satisfy the need to bring him closer.

Andy kissed her back, his tongue slipping into her mouth to twirl with hers. He lifted his knees, pressing the heels of his feet into the mattress as he fucked up into her with more leverage.

Y/N moaned as she felt Andy’s cock slide deeper into her, protruding through the bottom of her tummy from inside of her. She moaned into another loving kiss, her clit rubbing against his skin as she felt her orgasm bubbling.

“Want you to cum around my cock.” Andy moaned against her lips, one hand digging into the thick flesh of her thigh as his length twitched inside of her.

“You’re close, Andy.” She whispered back matter-of-factly, noticing the way his cock was twitching desperately inside of her. Andy knew she was right, he could feel his release rapidly building up, his heart swelling at how well she knew him.

He nodded in response, their breaths colliding as Andy’s spare hand held the back of her head, tugging her hair slightly out of desperation.

Andy quickened his pace, feeling her juices running down onto his balls. Moans filled the room as Y/N moved her hips down aggressively, using the last of her strength to sit back up on Andy.

The sudden change of her angle was too much for Andy, sending him spilling his seed inside of her as his hips jolted erratically.

“Fuck.” He moaned as his face screwed up in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing as he emptied his seed into her tight pussy, not letting go of his grip on her body.

Andy didn’t stop slamming up into her, the feeling of her pussy clenching around his length was something he never wanted to stop.

Y/N felt her orgasm wash over her with a loud moan, his cock rutting into her sensitive pussy as her hole filled with his warm cum. Her nails dug into his chest as they both stilled for a moment, trying to make the euphoria of the moment last.

Her overstimulated pussy pulsated around his cock, still deep inside of her as he took hold of her wrist softly, looking up at her in admiration.

Y/N closed her eyes, trying to steady herself with one hand as she felt Andy’s lips kissing her wrist. Her stomach sunk as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat, dread washing away the pleasure.

“Say it.” She whispered breathlessly, her eyes slowly opening as she looked at him innocently through her lashes.

“I love you.” He spoke without hesitation between kisses, his eyes never leaving her face as he admired her beauty.

“No, Andy.” She sighed irritably, lifting her hips up just enough for his cock to slide out of her, emptying herself of his length before sitting back down on him carefully. “Just say it.”

Andy sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he felt his heart sinking inside of his chest. He knew that his truth would catch up with him eventually, he just hoped it would be further in the future. The sadness that covered Y/N’s face had his heart aching at her pain, hating that he’d done that to her. “I’m married.”

She held her breath for a moment too long, feeling her heart break as the words left his lips. “I hate you.” She mumbled, closing her eyes to stop the tears from escaping. She sighed heaving as she laid her chest back on to his, enjoying the last of his presence. How could she have let herself so vulnerable? Why did she ever let her guard down? Why did she ever let him in?

“I know.” Andy sighed heavily, hating himself for hurting her. She hid her saddened face in the dip of his neck, relaxing against him as she inhaled his scent. Andy’s hands slid up her sides to wrap around her back, hugging her tightly.

The haunting silence engulfed the room, an emptiness between them where there had once been an overwhelming sense of fulfilment. Andy knew deep down in his gut that he’d lost her. He knew how much he’d unintentionally hurt her. He knew it was over. But there was nothing he could do, because the truth was, it never even should’ve started.

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MA'AM may I please request MC getting a new lipstick and goes around kissing the brothers (or just Mammon if all 7 is too much) and leaving lipstick marks on them and the brother's walk around with the lip marks without noticing????? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Thank youuuu

Hi Anon!! Thank you so much for requesting this.

I did them all separately I hope this is ok

I am always open to asks or like if you have questions about me or how I write or me> I just love getting asks

The Obey Me brothers not noticing your lipstick on them

Lucifer

You had recently bought a new lipstick and wanted to wear it to RAD one morning.

At the act of wearing your new lipstick, it had come to his attention

Was it him or were your lips just looking absolutely amazing today

Did this lipstick have a spell on it because he wanted to kiss your lips pretty bad right now

During the day at RAD he couldn’t contain himself and he pulled you aside and starting kissing you

Your plush lips peppered his face

You kissed his lips and cheeks, before heading to class

However you having to leave quickly and Lucifer not noticing. He had a whole face of lipstick marks

Walking around RAD felt strange as he was getting some stares from lower level demons

He didn’t really think about it till he met up diavolo

Diavolo chuckled and said “you and MC must have been busy.”

Lucifer gave a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately.” Diavolo now finding this hilarious and snapping a photo of Lucifer

Lucifer now rushing to a mirror, his face turning red of embarrassment

His face and especially his lips were covered with bright lipstick marks

For once in your life you’ll probably see Lucifer pass away but at the same time rise from Pride

I mean after getting over the lipsticks marks, he basically just showed everyone he is an active relationship that sure as hell is doing good

He’ll feel better about himself and make sure to show off your marks next time

However as gift back to you he’ll shower your neck with some hickeys to show the other demons you belong to someone

Mammon

Okay so this man definitely just lives for your kisses

Like if he could sell his soul for your kisses he would

Now this man is shy so I think he’ll just steal you while your just walking by a classroom

Like you’ll be walking and all of a sudden someone is grabbing your waist and you are being dragged into an empty classroom

In such classroom is your lovely boyfriend Mammon having a pouty face

He’ll be standing there like 👉👈🥺

Totally expecting to just know what he wants

He’ll start to tug at your sleeves and whispers so faintly “I missed ya kisses”

Okay so if you wanted to tease him you’ll be like “Sorry, what was that Mammon? I didn’t quite get it” with a cocky grin plastered on your face

And then all of a sudden he just blurts out “Gah humans! Are ya going deaf. I want kisses alright. Are ya satisfied?”

Now being satisfied with yourself you whisper “yes” quietly into his ear and you will than start kissing his cheek and make your way to the corner of his mouth

He’ll be a blushing mess saying he doesn’t like it but the redness on his ears say otherwise

Now you had totally forgotten that you were wearing a new lipstick and forgot to mention to Mammon that he should wipe his face before leaving

However the bell had rang already and you were going your separate ways assuming Mammon would look into a mirror before class

WRONG!!

This man did his whole class with your lipsticks marks over his face

Now he was getting stares but he just assumed The Great Mammon was finally getting noticed

IT wasn’t until after class that Levi said “Ugh you normies and making out. Wow Mammon looks like you finally got some action”

He should talk

This confused Mammon. There was something on his face?

He went to the mirror and...

BAM!!

He almost had to catch himself from embarrassment

Now he didn’t want to show his vulnerability so he used this to his advantage and was like “Yeah MC are making out. You got a problem with that”

Now just showing off he was in a relationship he was more than happy to boast

After he’ll ask if you can do that again because puppy just loves attention

Levi

Okay so we already know Levi does a lot of online schooling

On the rare occasions he does go into school to write a test he was particularly nervous

You being the amazing S/O you are just shower him with kisses

I mean I think you just killed him

He’s just standing there like 🧍🏼

It will take a moment and than he’ll be like “OH MY GOSH!!”

And this startles you so you’re like “What’s wrong? Did you not like?”

His neck and ears are just fully red and he’s like no I saw a couple do this at RAD one day. Is this how normies feel?”

After realising you kissed him he’s quiet now and he’s silently hinting he wants some more kisses

And again since you are so amazing you’ll be like of course bb

Now smothering him with kisses and forgetting that you are wearing a new lipstick

He just walks into the classroom feeling confident without the knowledge that he has lipstick all over his face

Now he’s getting stares in class but he just knocks it up as he doesn’t go into class often his classmates are just wondering why he’s here

It isn’t until he gets home and starts streaming with his camera on that someone points out that he has lipstick all over his face

He just faints and the comment section blows up saying their boi Levi finally getting some action

He ends the live right there from embarrassment

It isn’t until you get home and see him and you’re like “What’s wrong?”

Now thinking back on the memory gets to embarrassed to talk about it he just says “I like your new lipstick”

“Oh thanks for noticing” you cheerily reply

He over all loves your kisses to he’d rather have your kisses than be getting none of your kisses

Satan

Okay so another cocky mf who loves you and your lips

He’ll probably be reading in the library at school

You’ll show up for your daily chat

You and Satan often meet up in the library for private time to chat quietly

You would meet in the library at the House of Lamentation, but you’re always bound to be interrupted by one of the brothers

So you say your greetings and you’ll kiss Satan on the cheek and you saw the lipstick mark

Now thinking he looked cute you didn’t bother to tell him about it

You guys start to study soon after your catch up and Satan notices you keep staring at his lips and cheek

A sly grin makes it way on his face and he’s like “MC do I have something on my face?”

And not wanting to tell him about the lipstick mark your like “N-no”

This mf just beckons you over to his lap and you sit down

Now staring at each other you start smiling

Man just initiates takeout session

IN THE LIBRARY!!

I want to make out with Satan in a library

Mid make out you get a call from Mammon to hurry over he needs your help

Satan has an annoyed expression on his face

You tell him you’ll continue this when you see him at home

If you know what I mean

You had forgotten to tell Satan he had lipstick marks on his face so it wasn’t until he goes to check out some books that the lady at the desk goes “Ooh Satan! I guess you must've been busy reading someone’s lips”

Satan blushing wondering if the librarian had seen you two

He decided to go to the washroom before he left and he noticed all the marks on him

He was a blushing mess

He was definitely going to give you twice as many marks and litter your neck

Asmo

Okay so he probably was the one he got you this new lipstick

And when your trying it on he’s like out it looks so good, you should wear it at RAD tomorrow

Little did you know he just wanted to make out with you at school tomorrow

So you’re at school and Asmo kinda just shows up and he’s ask “Do you want to go for a walk with me on the field”

And you love spending time with your boyfriend

So your walking on the field and he has his hand on your lower back

He is guiding you to the back of the field

When you get to the back he turns to you and lifts your chin

He goes “I see you are wearing the new lipstick”

You smile and nod hoping he would have noticed

It’s Asmo I pretty sure he can read you easily when it comes to looks and attention

So he just holding your chin up and he slowly leans into kissing you

At this act, if you don’t object or show any signs of discomfort he literally picks you up and lays you on the ground to be more comfortable

Damn his clothes when i comes to your lips

As soon as you hear the bell for you next class, Asmo leans away and you’re red in the face

You notice the lipstick marks and your about to say something about it and apologise because he usually doesn’t like messing up his look

He shushes you and says “I like it when you mark me up”

So he just walks around RAD for the rest of the day with your lipstick marks on him

Boy does he make Mammon jealous when he shows Mammon all your lipstick marks

Beel

Alright so this man is always hungry

And what does he do when he can’t have food

He satisfies his hunger with your kisses

Okay so you and Beel we’re studying and he starts to get hungry and you here his stomach grumble

A literal earthquake might I add

And Beel’s like “baby I’m so hungry”

Of course you don’t like to see your big bear boyfriend upset

However he finished the whole fridge yesterday and Lucifer told him if he touched anything in the fridge until dinner he wouldn’t eat dinner

This man is the cause of world hunger

But he’s your cause of world hunger

So when he gets to hungry to continue studying you ask “is there anyway I can help”

Beel thinks for a minute and he says “your kisses always distract me when I’m nervous. Maybe they’ll do the same.”

So he literally just picks you up like your a feather puts you on his lap

He start to kiss up his neck and than the corners of his mouth

And make your way to his eyelids and you lightly kiss them

At this rate your going to drive Beel mad for your kisses

So he just kinda pushes himself onto your lips and he kisses them till their so puffy

Beel sometimes forget humans need much more air than demons so we he pulls away he sees you are out breath

This reminds you still have work so he puts you down and says “I’ll see you later baby. You helped a lot thanks”

You didn’t have a chance to properly look at his face when he leaves so none of you noticed the amount of lipstick marks on his face

He goes to hang out with Belphie and he’s like “Did you eat MC’s lipstick or something?”

Beel goes to look in the mirror and see’s are your lipstick marks

Now the hunger had subsided and he feels every spot that has been touched

He loves your kisses

Belphie

Okay so you and Belphie often nap a lot

So one day you guys come together from RAD and are absolutely exhausted

At this feeling Belphie suggests you two take a nap in the attic

After you guys lay down on the huge pile of pillows and blankets

Belphie is already knocked out when you turn to look at him

You think he looks so cute when he sleeps

You couldn’t help yourself and kisses his forehead

Quietly snuggling into his embrace you fall asleep

It wasn’t until Belphie had woken up he saw your sleeping figure beside and kissed your cheek

He still had some homework to finish so he thought he would wake you up when he’s done

When he goes downstairs to get hi stuff Mammon goes “Woah that’s some mark you got there”

Belphie now has a confused look and is like “What do you mean?”

“Go look in the mirror”

Belphie heads over to the washroom and sees your lipstick mark flat on his forehead

He gets embarrassed and think its must’ve been when he fell asleep

It calms his heart to when thinking about your act of affection

And he was heading right back up to show you how much he loves you

I hope ya’ll liked it

I literally wrote Levi’s four times because it wasn’t saving

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hotch-stufff · 3 years

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Fluff #8, Angst #5 and Fluff #43 with Gibbs, please. The reader is in her late 20s, Gibbs and her got into a fight because the reader isn't sure about the age gap and Gibbs is trying to push her away because he's afraid of letting her in

Hard To Believe

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Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings!: angst, slight pining, making out, kissing, crying, but ofc a fluffy ending

Prompts: Fluff #8 “I realized something.” “What?” “I love you”, Fluff #43 “Is it so hard to believe that I love you?", Angst #5 “I love you” “No you don’t

Author's Note: I know its not quite how you described, kinda switched to where reader pushes him away. Hope you still enjoy!!

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Loving Gibbs was easy. It was too easy. Too easy to fall for him. Too easy to look at him and allow your heart to flutter. To easy to feel butterflies every time he brushed your arm. That was the easy part.

The hard part was hiding it. Or figuring out if or when you would tell him. The hard part was pretending. Pretending you didn't care, pretending he didn't matter to you.

And you didn't even know if he would feel the same. You were, considerably younger, 13 years to be exact. And people would say things. You shouldn't care what people think, but it could ruin Gibbs reputation, and that you cared about. So you wouldn't tell him. You couldn't tell him. And that was the hard part.

You never expected a relationship. But you definitely didn't expect him to show up at your door and confess his own feelings.

It had been a rainy night, very cliche. He knocked repeatedly on your door until you finally answered. You were shocked to see him there, drenched. You invited him inside, and took his jacket, hanging it to dry. And he sat on your couch, silent per usual. You sat there for a while before speaking up.

"Soo, you gonna tell me why you're here?" You said, trying to start a conversation.

"I'm not sure what to do here." Was his only response. He looked nervous, which was strange for Gibbs. He wasn't a nervous person. He was always put together and confident. But he wasn't wither of those right now. He was slumped over, thinking hard. He was fumbling with his hands. He looked so ... vulnerable.

"Gibbs, whats wrong? What happened?"

"I just, I realized something."

"What?"

"I love you." The words were spoken clearly, and confidently. You were taken aback. Shocked was an understatement. Seconds ticked by, and silence filled the room. The only noise was the rain hitting your roof. He stared at you expectantly, waiting for some type of response.

"W-what?" Was all you could muster up. His face fell. "What do you mean? You're not serious. You can't be serious."

"Is it so hard to believe that I love you?" He asked, his voice was quieter. Gibbs didn't express his feelings often. He was opening up to you, allowing himself to be vulnerable. But you couldn't give in, could you?

"Yeah." He hadn't expected that. "Gibbs, your 13 years older than me, your my boss." He froze. You knew he had to have taken this into consideration. Why was it not enough to stop him?

"I don't care. I love you Y/n." You could feel the tears gather. You two couldn't be together. He had already been through enough in life, he didn't need the judgment that would come from being with you.

"Well, I dont feel the same." You said, your heart breaking a little bit with each passing second.

"Yes you do." He stood up angrily. "You do, but your avoiding them." You sighed.

"Gibbs-" he cut you off.

"No, you love me too. I know you do y/n. I know because everytime you look at me, its the same look that I'm giving you. You blush anytime we are near each other. You're always there to make sure that I'm okay." Gibbs didn't speak a lot. He was a functional mute, as they say. But he sure as hell was saying a lot now. Saying a lot of truth. A truth you couldn't allow to happen. So you lied.

"Those are all things a good employee does." You really tried to make it as convincing as you could.

"Employee, really?" He paused "Bullshit." He stood there waiting for your response. He only needed one more push and he would be gone. "Why won't you just tell the truth?"

"That is the truth Gibbs! This would never work between us!"

"What is it? That we work together?" You didn't move a muscle. "That I'm a closed off person." He paused. "Is it that I'm older than you?!" You flinched slightly and he knew that was it. You needed him gone before you ended up telling him that you loved him too. You knew exactly what to say to push him away.

"I don't love you Gibbs. I can't even trust that you would be with me long before moving on again." That did it. In that moment you forgot why you were pushing him away, especially after seeing the pain in his eyes. It was there for only a moment, before they went blank. His face following soon after. He nodded his head, and walked out, slamming the door.

And you fell to the floor in tears. You had to do it. You couldn't be together. You couldn't. It wasn't right. You were young, he needed someone older, more mature. Someone who wouldn't add to his baggage. Someone who wouldn't add on to everything he's been through. You couldn't be together.

These were the words you repeated to yourself as you cried yourself to sleep.

* * *

The next day was hell. The next week was hell. Everything sucked. Gibbs was on a rampage, pissed off and pissing off everyone else. He avoided you at all costs. The most he talked to you, was when he barked an order. You expected that.

What you didn't expect was the guilt. You thought you were doing the right thing. Pushing him away was the right thing to do. So why did you feel so bad? Why did a pang of guilt hit your heart evertime you looked at him.

Why were you filled with guilt everytime you saw the frown that adorned his face. Or everytime he snapped at Tony, Ziva, Tim, and even Abby. The guilt was consuming you to a point that you could barely bare seeing him. You had been trying not to hurt him, but he was in more pain now that he would have been had you told him the truth.

Would it really be so bad? To love him. To be with him. You couldn't remember why you didn't tell him you loved him in the first place.

You had to tell him. If he never forgave you, that would have to be something you lived with. But you had to explain. You had to tell him the truth.

So this time, it was you showing up at his house. His open door policy was something you were grateful for because you aren't sure if he would have just slammed the door in your face had you knocked.

You found him in the basement, sanding away at a boat. A glass of Bourbon sitting on the bench. He looked ... bad. Tired and angry. You hated that it was all because of you.

"Gibbs." He spun around, glaring at you.

"The hell are you doing here." You gulped and took a step forward.

"I uh, I came t-to apolagize." You stuttered out.

"Get out." He barked at you.

"Gibbs, wait please." You begged. You would get on your hands and knees and beg if you needed to. You had to tell him.

"What?"

"I love you."

"No you don't." He didn't believe you. It wasn't surprising, you wouldn't have believed yourself either after everything you had said. So you began explaining, pouring everything out.

"Yes I do. So much. I know what I said was, awful and so wrong on so many different levels. And I'm sorry, I know you hate apologies, but I'm sorry. I was scared. I'm so much younger than you and I thought people would judge you. And I know its stupid, but I didn't want that to be another thing you had to go through. I didn't want to ruin your reputation. You carry enough baggage as it is, with the job and just everything. I couldn't add my own baggage to that. But this past week has been hell without you, and it makes me forget everything. You make me forget. And so I'm so sorry Gibbs, because I DO love you. I love you so fucking much." He let you finish your little speech, remaining silent.

And he stood there remaining silent for a good 5 minutes, before he was marching forward and slamming your lips together.

It had taken you aback, and you faltered slightly, allowing him to press you up against the boat. He pressed into you, lips moving together passionately. His nose bumping yours, your hair falling in your face. He lightly moved it away before deepening the kiss. His tounge fighting for dominance. You gave it to him with a small moan. You could barely focus on anything other than him. The kiss ... it was more than you could have ever imagined. And man had you imagined this moment. You had wanted this for so long.

"You're so stupid." He said, breaking away and pressing his lips down your neck.

"I know." He smiled against you, and bit down slightly on your skin. You let out a surprised gasp, and his lips were back on yours.

"I love you." You spoke against his lips. He pulled back so that just your noses were touching.

"Love you too." And he kissed you again, and again, and again. Leaving you with a night you would never forget.

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emiewritesthings · 3 years

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doctor, doctor - jay halstead

jay halstead x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n takes it into her own hands to look after a sick jay

a/n: i’m not gonna lie i think this is one of my fav things i’ve ever written, i would really appreciate some feedback and p.s the beginning of it is based on that scene from brooklyn 99 :)

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“okay, it’s 10 o’clock, meaning halstead is officially an hour late to work,” y/n announced as she appeared from the break room with a mug of poorly made coffee. looking around, she had immediately distracted everyone in the room with her playful smile. “okay let’s do this, theories!” she encouraged, taking a sip with excitement, but immediately regretting it as s he spat it back in the mug and abandoned it on adam’s desk as she leant against it.

“uh, he forgot to set his alarm?” antonio suggested, willing to play along with the little game that y/n had created. however clearly his answer didn’t suffice as y/n scrunched up her nose and shook her head in disappointment.

“you are a detective in a unit that just last week rescued 5 people kidnapped and used as chess pieces in a human sized version of the game and the best you could come up with is he forgot to set his alarm? pfft, disappointing, dawson. who’s willing to take this seriously?” she scoffed, brushing his idea off with a simple roll of the eyes as the group laughed at her ridiculousness.

“maybe he has been murdered by a gang looking for revenge.” adam piped up, earning a sudden and rather forceful slap on the back as y/n cheered. her eyes looking over at antonio as she gestured towards the less experienced detective.

“yes, that’s what i’m talking about. bit dark, ruzek, but better than dawson’s,” y/n hummed, adam clearly pleased with the praise he had received by the pretty detective. “any one else wanna shot?” she offered it out into the room, suddenly the sound of rolling wheels on the chair had everyone turn to face al who was munching on a ham sandwich.

“he walked into the middle of a drug ring, slept with the kingpins daughter and is now having limbs removed, one by the hour.” suddenly an eery silence fell in the bullpen as al suddenly disappeared back to his desk and everyone was left with an image that she was sure was burned on the inside of everyones mind.

“uh, okay, someone might want to arrange a psych check for olinsky asap,” y/n mumbled, pointing in the direction where he had once been and looking around as if checking that she hadn’t been the only one to hear al’s suggestion. “anyways, all of you are wrong. clearly he has joined a motorbike gang and now makes his money on the road striking off names on the government’s hit list.”

just as the room erupted into discussion about how idiotic this conversation was, as well as their ideas, the sound of footsteps caught y/n’s attention as she arrived at her desk. however as he reached the floor, the reason for his absence was clear.

“woah, you look like death.” adam chuckled, it immediately being silenced as jay sent a deadly glare his way. with his skin paler than normal with undertones of green, a layer of sweat draped over his forehead. jay flashed as smile at y/n as he passed, reaching his desk and collapsing on his chair with a wince.

as everyone went back to what they were doing, y/n found herself straying her eyes away from her computer screen for longer and longer periods of time until she found herself by his side with a sickly sweet grin, pun intended.

“i don’t wanna hear it, y/l/n.” jay mumbled, massaging his temples with his fingers hoping it would somehow sooth his pounding skull. whilst usually he had every minute of his day just to hear the woman chat away about whatever crossed her mind, he had found himself in quite the state since last night, leaving him restless and irritable.

“believe it or not, i just wanted to make sure you were alright,” y/n’s entire demeanour crumbled as she melted at the soft features of his face that came with being so vulnerable. but from the look in jay’s eyes, it was clear he didn’t 100% believe her excuse. “and to ask what the hell you think you are doing here? you are sick jay, you need to rest.”

it was very rare that jay found himself ill. in the years that y/n had been working by the man’s side, she could count on one hand the times she had seen him with so much as a cough. in fact she had called him captain immune system for a period of time when she realised he was pretty much indestructible. y/n couldn’t deny the concern bubbling in her gut seeing him so weak.

“i’m fine,” with her eyes slitted in a look that practically shouted ‘bullshit’, jay continued. “i promise, it’s just a little cold. nothing serious, i think i’ll survive.” he joked dryly, finding it incredibly hard to look away from y/n for her eyes were filled with a warmth that he knew was an expression usually saved for those she cared deeply about.

“yeah well, you need to take care of yourself, jay, i’m being serious. chicago can cope if you just have one day off, get your energy back.”

y/n was reminded of the times she had the exact same words spoken to her by the exact person that didn’t seem to want to take them onboard. every time she had so much as a sniffle he would be straight over with some soup that his mother used to swear by and the name of a box set that he would put on for the two of them to watch as he sat stroking her hair in order to try and convince her body to rest. neither of them had anyone else to take care of them, so had taken it upon themselves to be that person for the other.

“now, i’m gonna go tell voight that i’m taking you home before you infect this whole office.” before he could object, she had already ran (not literally but jay was impressed by her speed walking) to her boss’ office. knocking on the door, with a sweet smile and a sea of words running off her tongue so quickly that voight had to agree just to shut her up, y/n returned by his side. “come on, germ face, your carriage awaits.”

“you know i love it when you talk dirty to me, y/l/n.” winking at her, y/n giggled as she supported him back down the stairs and out of the station. the two chatted away, y/n explaining how she thought al was secretly a sociopath and jay filing her in on the newest instalment of his apartment block drama until they pulled up in front of jay’s apartment building.

as they walked through the door, jay’s arm resting around y/n’s shoulders as he struggled to find strength, they managed to reach the sofa before y/n’s body gave up. both of them letting out large breathes before looking at each other and falling into laughter.

“you hungry, i could try making your mom’s soup?” y/n asked, as she pushed herself up to look down at the man. her hair falling down around her face and tickling jay’s skin. “i’m sure it won’t be as good as her’s but i’m willing to give it a try.”

the way she was sat with the large window gleaming light behind her, y/n almost looked like an angel. her eyes and smile were wide, with her beauty wrapping its hands around jay’s neck squeezing until his head felt light and he nearly reached up to touch her porcelain skin. but jay had noticed the sensation way before he was blocked up with a cold.

“yeah, uh, that sounds nice.” jay agreed with a minimal amount of sass, but y/n didn’t seem to notice as she moved off the cushions and towards the kitchen. she had pretty much memorised the recipe when jay had finally given it to her on her birthday after offering to pay for it multiple times. whizzing around the kitchen, she was too busy to notice the tired eyes admiring her from afar.

jay wished his mom was alive to see the woman that she would have loved. all the times he had brought girls back to his family when he was younger didn’t add up to an ounce of the beauty and power that y/n held in her middle finger. the way she bit back at his wit, but also had the ability to spot when he was upset from the other side of the city. she was everything her mother wanted in a daughter in law, everything she wanted for her little boy.

“okay, give me your honest opinion. i can take it i promise.” y/n sudden appeared with a tray that held a large bowl of the semi-thick orange liquid, a glass of water and a couple pills. approaching jay, she carefully helped him up from where he laid and placed it onto his lap. “actually that was a complete lie, do not tell me the truth. i may just cry.”

“why thank you, nurse y/l/n.” he teased.

“it’s doctor actually.” she quipped back.

jay chuckled lowly, as he grabbed the spoon and took a large spoonful to his mouth. feeling the slight sting of his tongue at the heat, it was only when the flavours hit that he was suddenly transported to an earlier time in his life. a simpler time. only this time there was y/n by his side.

“the verdict?” she prompted, taking a seat besides him, pulling her knees up to her chest.

“not sure whether i want to tell you, don’t think you’ll fit in this room if your ego grows any bigger.” y/n grinned as she leaned over to press a kiss against his shoulder. jay closed his eyes at the contact, feeling the ache in his body freeze for a moment as it registered the tingling sensation. “all jokes aside, it really is good.”

“i’m glad, your mother was a smart woman.” she nodded, leaning forward to turn tv on. jay continued to spoon the soup into his mouth, as y/n chose a show that they both had started together and had refused to watch another minute without the other. y/n leaned back making herself comfortable, having already texted voight telling him that she would most likely need the entire day off, and getting the go ahead, she had no plans other than being by jay’s side for the next however many hours.

it was sometime in the early evening and the tv continued to emit light, but neither jay nor y/n was paying any attention to the drama. jay, with his head on y/n lap, was leaning into her touch as her short, thin fingers ran through the dark strands that sprouted from his scalp. his body wrapped in a blanket that y/n had grabbed from his room, he felt completely at peace.

“you know what, i think you are more bearable when you are at death’s door.” y/n joked quietly, as the forest green eyes were exposed back to her own. jay groaned in annoyance, realising that there was no sweet y/n without the sharped tongue y/n. a trait he adored, but at his own expense.

“and to think i was starting to think you had gone soft on me, y/l/n.” he hummed, wishing he could forever have her giggle on repeat wherever he went, for the sound made goosebumps run down his neck and down his arms, like some kind of magic that only y/n possessed.

“as much as i love you, i can’t risk my bad ass reputation for you.”

although jay was sure it was just part of her banter, the moment the ‘i love you’ fell off her tongue, he found himself wide awake, unable to push past the feeling in his gut as it looped over again and again in his mind. y/n could see the conflict in his face, as he glanced up at her with something she had never noticed before.

“you mean it?” he asked.

“mean what?” confused, her fingers fell from his hair, making jay regret ever opening his mouth.

“do you really, you know, love me?” he knew he had committed too far to try and retreat. maybe he could blame it on the fact he couldn’t think straight, although she was like a lie detector that wouldn’t let such a bogus excuse pass. y/n blinked down at him, watching as he sat up to look at her with a hunger that needed to be addressed. swallowing the lump in her throat, y/n nodded.

“of course, you are one of my best friends, jay.” it was true, but it wasn’t the full truth, both of them knew that.

“i didn’t realise we had started lying to one another,” jay’s eyes were soft, as he reached to place his hand against her cheek, smiling as she slowly leaned into it. closing her eyes, she tried to find what direction she was looking for, but didn’t dare take the first step. without even thinking, jay jutted forward and captured her lips before they could form a single syllable.

gently, but passionately, jay and y/n moved their lips against the others. the feeling was ever-growing as the kiss deepened and deepened until they had no choice to pull back, deprived of their ability to breath. as jay’s eyes came back into view, y/n, for the first time in her life, had lost the ability to form a sentence.

“we just...” she began but it ran off quickly. jay chuckled.

“we did.”

the two sat in silence, examining the other one’s face until y/n found herself moving forward until she was sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as she pressed her lips against his. just like before their bodies and minds were set ablaze with desire and what had remained unspoken for what felt like forever. jay had nearly completely forgotten about the illness that had put him in the care of the woman that he craved more than anything else the world had to offer.

as their lips parted ways, suddenly the air had thinned and everything felt... normal. jay’s lips were unable to break out of the large grin mould that y/n had put them in, which was soon mirrored by the young woman. a small giggle escaping her lips.

“if i get whatever it is you have, i expect the exact same treatment.”

“only for you, doctor y/l/n.”

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bibbykins · 3 years

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Vulnerable in The Dead of Night (M)

I wrote this QUICK, so if it’s bad, I’m so sorry, but I just wanted to get this out ASAP, so I hope you like it! Also, pls feel free to give me your thoughts or ask any questions, I love to answer them!

NOTE: This is part of The Household’s Bunny series, which I recommend you read before this bc otherwise, it may not make sense.

Summary: Taehyung finds himself consumed with self-loathing and crushing loneliness. You find Taehyung standing alone in the kitchen late at night, happy to see him again for the first time in weeks. The usually playful and flirty man is left with his feelings when faced with you in the dead of night.

Genre: Soft Yandere! Taehyung x Chubby! Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+, soft yandere tendencies, obsessive/possessive thoughts, crying, loneliness, self-loathing, abandonment issue, adopted person feeling unworthy of love, kissing, hickeys, cunnilingus, precum, blowjob, swallowing, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, this is a yandere fic so unhealthy relationships are throughout this series

Taehyung felt like he was losing his mind, and maybe he was. What could he be doing wrong? How can you not know how he feels? How can Jimin get his point across better than him?

Do you not like him?

His pacing in the kitchen ceased at this thought.

No.

Surely, no. You liked him, right? You told him you did.

Although, that was before he and Namjoon had basically disappeared from your life these last two weeks. Is he that replaceable?

The nagging insecurity of his childhood crept up. Flashes of tears, isolation, and craving for love tugged at his mind. He shook his head. He wasn't a 6 year old watching his father leave him. He wasn't a 14 year old in a foster home. He just wasn't that 17 year old in a new home, trying to adapt. That wasn't him anymore. Taehyung was loved now, by many. So why not by you?

He blew out a shaky breath before finishing his glass of room temperature water. He was still dressed in his suit, having just gotten home from the final session of the blasted weeks-long project that kept him from you. His tie was more suffocating than ever but could not find a reason he deserved to undo it.

Too enraptured in his own thoughts, he didn't hear the soft pad of slippers downstairs or the tiny pants of regaining your breath from the nine flights you just went down in the dead of night, "Tae?" Your breathy voice sliced through the chaos in his mind and he let out a breathy chuckle, thinking he was going insane, hallucinating your voice.

Truly, he felt useless. He felt sub-human. He felt every piece of shit adult who turned his back on him must be justified if this was the best he could do. If a smokescreen of lovability with no love was his peak. If being alone with only hallucinations was the closest he could get to companionship-

He nearly choked on his water when he felt arms wrap tightly around his midsection, "Tae, you're home!" Your voice cleared the cloud of self-loathing and he looked down to see your half manicured nails, most of the polish chipped off. He slowly placed his hands on yours and was relieved to find you weren't a hallucination, "I missed you." He could feel your mouth moving against his suit jacket as you squeezed him a bit harder.

He let his eyes close as he relished in the feeling of you nuzzling into him, missing him.

Worried when he said nothing, you moved to detach yourself but he held your hands firmly, "Tae?" You questioned only for him to hum lightly.

"I missed you so much, little lamb." His voice was soft, the softest you'd ever heard it as his thumb stroked your palm, "I didn't know you missed me." His voice held a fondness you had never heard from him before. Usually, his tone was light and playful but now, he was almost melancholic.

Did he genuinely feel that way? The panic of one of the men you found yourself falling for each day thinking you didn't like him as much as you did take over and you moved for you both to face each other. Tae merely blinked before you were in front of him, hands holding his face, not searching in his eyes but looking to express something with yours, "Of course I missed you." You pouted, "You all mean the world to me."

He searched for any sign of a lie. He'd seen it time and time again from people in the entertainment industry, but with you, it was nothing but pure honesty, "Little lamb." He commanded your attention even though he already had it as you let your hands settle on each of his shoulders, "You mean that?"

"I would never lie to you." You didn't miss a beat before looking at him further, realizing he is not acting like he usually does, "Are you okay?" You asked lightly, eyes traveling over his form, hands working to undo his tie as you've done before when he asked you to help him, "Oh gosh, that must feel so suffocating this late at night." You mumbled and undid two of his top buttons. He grabbed your hands as you worked at the second button, making you look up.

"Do you wanna know how I feel, baby?" He asked, eyes a little darker now as he drank in your form, wearing a mere long shirt that reached the middle of your thighs with no shorts in sight. You nodded and his grip on you tightened but wasn't painful, "Jealous." He rasped and you looked up, confused, "Jealous that you don't cum for me or crave me like you do everyone else." His voice was strained despite neglecting Namjoon's own lack of experience with you.

You blinked, "I mean if you want sex, that's okay." He let go of your hands, one of his hands moving to grip your hip as the other cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb, "But you know that sex is just that, I mean, I like closeness and it makes me feel good, so I do it. But I also know that being sexually attracted to me doesn't mean you want me as your partner- oh!" He cut you off by pressing you roughly against the wall, his hand now cradling the back of your head to prevent you from getting hurt.

His gaze burned into you and you averted your eyes but the hand behind your head went to grip your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his own, and what a fierce gaze it was, "Who made you think that?" He snapped and continued when you struggled to respond, "Who convinced you that you're not just as worthy of pleasure as you are intimacy? Love? Companionship?"

You were dumbstruck. Part of you wanted to ask how long he had because you had a list. You remembered every person who made you feel that way whereas they surely forgot you moments after you either did or didn't succumb to their desires. Instead, your eyes began to water, "Why are you…?" You forced out, blinking back your tears, "I don't...I don't understand." You shook your head.

"I don't want to fuck you so bad just because you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." Your breath hitched and your mind couldn't properly process his words, "I crave you." He breathed, leaning down, "I've been agonizing over how to come to terms with the fact that I feel so fucking strongly for someone who has no obligation to feel the same." Before you could even respond, he placed his mouth on yours in a bruising kiss.

You responded immediately, trying your best to convey your feelings in this sloppy kiss, tongues intertwined as you needily moaned when his hand wrapped your leg around him, but he didn't grind into you, he just pulled your closer. The kissing lessened in urgency and increased in passion as he gripped you with a near bruising force, "Tae…" You groaned into his mouth and found yourself nearly crying. You held him closer and he squeezed you to him.

"Yes, baby?" He moved to kiss lightly at the corner of your mouth, mouth moving to. kiss at your tears. He didn't need to ask you why you were crying. He knew. He felt it too. He felt the relief that came with being held close, being kissed, and is wanted as much as another wants you.

"Do you mean it?" You asked, crying more now, "You…"

"I feel so strongly for you." He affirmed and you shook your head, having a hard time believing him, "And that's so frightening because you could just leave and I..." He breathed shakily, head tucked into your neck, "I don't know how everyone else is holding it together when I know they feel the same-"

"I do too." You had to say it before you wouldn't, "All of you, I do." You sniffled, "But I can't find a reason why you guys would feel anything for me too." Your voice was breaking and he just crushed you to him further, "And I don't know if they feel that way, and-" You cried further, "I-I need to go to bed, I need to-" You tried to pull away from his crushing embrace to no avail.

You whined a bit at this. Your mind was scattered, and you didn't know what to do. There was so much going on yet nothing going on at all. You received a confession and so did he and yet, everything felt so complicated. The doubt of anyone wanting to be with you strangled your very being and made you want to stay in your room and never think about it again. Live alone in mediocrity and loneliness.

"Promise me you're not scared." His words were demanding but his tone was pleading, "I...I know it's a lot and I know I never act like this, but just, don't avoid it, don't avoid me." He sniffled and you relaxed, "The fact of the matter is, we feel the same about each other, the rest will come in time." He was regaining his composure and slowly you began to calm down. He was right. It was just you and him. Everyone else is at bay, they will get their time. You don't have to wake everyone up to know their feelings. You have time, "I know Jimin said his piece to you too, and we're not going anywhere, so please, don't go." His voice was stable again as he tucked in the scared and lonely little boy that haunts him sometimes and set his mind straight.

You nodded against him, honest and understanding of his words. You were nervous, sure, but only time would tell. If you run, you break your heart. But if you stay, you could either get your heart broken or get everything you want. It's a risk that you don't know how to calculate, but it's a risk you're willing to take. Maybe Taehyung is right and everyone feels the same about you in a way you could only dream. Just maybe.

He lets you go and you look at him, flawless as ever. His face was minorly red, tears minuscule and long gone by now, "We should go to bed." You murmured as Taehyung reached up to wipe away the stray tears on your cheeks and he nodded.

He held your hand as he pressed the elevator button, lightly scolding you for taking nine flights of stairs in slippers with no traction, "Wow, you tell me you tell me you like me and now I'm getting chewed out." You giggled, the feeling of someone fussing over your safety was quite refreshing.

He looked at you incredulously, "If you fell or hurt yourself, all hell would break loose." He chided and you hummed.

You broke out into a goofy smile, "You like me." You giggled and the man next to you gave you a side-eyed glare before giving up on containing his own smile.

"Yeah well," He paused for a moment, smiling to himself, "You like me back." He chuckled and you felt your face heat up.

He squeezed your hand and you watched the floors tick up to your own, "Tae?"

"Yes?" He asked, noticing your voice got quieter, more unsure.

"Do you have anything to do tomorrow or do you want to stay with me tonight?" You forced out, nervous he would say no.

Little did you see, he broke out into a cheerful smile and thanked his lucky stars before responding coolly, "I'd be honored to stay with you tonight."

The elevator dinged just in time and you held his hand all the way to your bedroom before finally standing to face him. You studied his face for the nth time tonight. He was still beautiful each time and the moonlight only further deified his beauty further, "You're all so beautiful." You mused, reaching up to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"And all yours." He breathed.

You scoffed, "Sounds impossible."

"Start believing, my darling." His voice was as smooth and deep as ever and you looked into his eyes and found an emotion you'd never seen before.

Maybe you could do this. Maybe Taehyung was right and all 7 of them felt the same. Maybe you were deserving of sex and love.

And quite possibly it was your own resignation of maybe of the whole situation that made you reach up and push his suit jacket off of his shoulders. Confused, he still shrugged off the jacket, letting it fall to the floor. You reached up and began undoing the third button on his shirt. With more of his chest exposed you reached your hands up and feel the exposed skin of his chest softly, "Baby, what are you- fuck!" You cut him off, leaning up to suck onto his neck harshly before licking the spot. Your breath hit his neck, "You have got to be careful or I may not be able to control myself." You merely smiled before licking a stripe along the column of his throat and you could feel the vibration of his groan against your tongue before kissing along his jaw, "I don't want you to think I just confessed to you so I could come up here and-" He cut himself off with a strangled growl as you shifted your leg up for your thigh to brush against his erection.

"I like how cumming feels knowing you're still going to like me the next day." You spoke honestly and Taehyung wanted to find every person who didn't make you feel that way, "Unless you don't want to do anything, which is fine." You nuzzled into his neck, "I just, want to be close to you in more ways than one."

He pulled back to look at you properly and found no doubt in your eyes. With Jimin, sexual acts had been a show of emotions. Now that you thought about it, even what happened with Yoongi and Jin felt like something different than what you were used to. In each sexual encounter, there was a level of care, making it feel so alien. Even with Jungkook and Hoseok, there was something there that you didn't know, intimacy. And yet, it felt so good.

Nevertheless, he asked, "Are you sure?" You nodded and he smiled, head dipping down to kiss you deeply. You continued your work on the buttons of his shirt while your tongues felt each other. Your hands went to his belt, undoing the Italian leather before you pulled away from his mouth and began kissing down his neck and his hands intertwined with your hair, "Baby, you don't have to make me cum." He breathed and you sucked at his neck to protest.

"I want to feel you in my mouth." You whined, hand reaching into the pants you unbuttoned to grip his dick over his briefs, "Please?"

He nodded, eyes heavy, unsure how he could ever say no to you in the first place, "On the bed though, I don’t want you to hurt your knees." His voice was soft and you giggled at his wholesome request but nodded anyway.

You sat on the bed as he rid himself of his mostly taken-off clothing. You both tangled into each other as he kissed while he laid over you on your bed. You lightly pushed him to flip over so you were on top of him, legs straddling his hips. His hands glided over your thighs, squishing the skin gleefully as you continued peppering kissing down his chest, pressing your core into his bare erection, making you let out a needy moan, “You’re so hard.” You whispered, mouth sliding down his body.

Before you knew it, you reached his dick and of course, it was pretty. You wrapped your hands around the base and he sucked in a breath through his teeth before you licked at the precum at the tip before taking as much of him as you could in your mouth and he let out the most delicious grunt,” So good to me, my little lamb.” He praised you in a gravelly voice and you felt yourself get wetter as his hands curled into your hair, “Fuck, just like that.” He groaned as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him further. The dark room was filled with sounds of you drooling all over his erection as he praised you and was very vocal with his pleasure. The praise made you moan against his dick in delight, “My little lamb likes to be praised, huh?” He cooed, voice strained and breath heavy as you nodded, never letting his length escape your lips, “So perfect for me, aren’t you?” You hummed in delight as he threw his head back, fingers tensing in your hair as he did his best to not pull it or push your head down. However, determined to please, you guided his hand to push you further, nodding to let him know it was okay. He was gentle as he guided your head, his other hand intertwining with yours as a sweet gesture. You bobbed rhythmically and you could hear his noises becoming less and less controlled, “Fuck, I’m getting close.” He warned and you responded with a strong suck that made his hips lift off the bed, “Where do you want me to cum?” He asked urgently and you answered by looking up at him through your lashes with a look way too innocent for someone about to drink down his cum. It was that look that sent him over the edge and you felt him cum in your mouth. You drank him dry before letting his dick go with a resounding pop.

“Did I do well?” You asked and, his hand still in your hair, pulled you to him as he nodded before planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Perfect, baby, perfect.” He was breathless but still intent on kissing you deeply as he sat up, hands going to your thighs to grip the hem of your shirt, “Can I taste you, little lamb?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You whined as he kissed your throat, going over the hickeys you had from the other me in the house, all of them mostly faded except for the one Jimin gave you. He lifted the shirt, only detaching from marking you to strip you of your clothing. He laid you down as he slipped your panties off, groaning at how you were glistening.

“You this wet for me, sweetheart?” He spoke huskily and you hummed desperately as his finger slid from your clit to your drenched hole slowly, “I really wanted to go slow, but fuck,” His finger slid in with little resistance much to his delight, “You’re just so ready for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, panting as his finger fucked slowly into you and he raised a brow, expecting you to be verbal.

“Yes, yes, I’m ready Sir, please.” You gasped out, fighting the urge to wiggle your hips as you confirmed with the honorific you trusted him enough to give yourself fully.

“Just because you’ve been so sweet to me,” He leaned down, breath fanning over your drenched core, “I won’t make you beg this time.” He kissed your clit, making you twitch before his tongue licked a stripe from your clenching hole to your clit, making you gasp, “You taste so fucking good, no wonder Jin and Yoongi were so smug for days.” He rasped and felt you clench around him further, “Oh?” He chuckled darkly as his tongue flicked your clit, “You like when I talk about the others? You wish they were here watching you squirm around my finger?” You writhed in delight as he slid another finger in, “You wish they were here helping me get you off so pretty, holding you down so you’ll be still like a good girl?” He teased you and it only soaked his fingers and tongue further as he slurped you intently. Taehyung had been waiting what felt like his whole life to have you come apart in his clutch and feel your sweet cum on his tongue.

He tasted you intently, fucking into you a little quicker as he let you squirm around him. He would be lenient and kind this time around, because of both of your desperations and tearful confessions. There was so much to feel and so much to taste, and he just wanted to have you crumble in his clutch. You were well on your way to be his, theirs, and he would be yours in return. He wanted to channel his hunger for you as he moaned into your pussy. You were already getting off by making him cum and now, you were unsure how long you would last if he kept flexing his tongue and running it over your clit as he curled his fingers in your cunt, hitting a particularly sensitive spot that made your back arch off the bed.

He murmured dirty and sweet nothings into your pussy as you clutched the sheets with a death grip, doing your best to not push his head into your core. You wanted him to have total control over your body and pleasure in this moment, “You’re getting close.” He cooed teasingly and you nodded, spurring him to take his fingers out.

You cried out as he chuckled, sucking your juices from the two fingers, “Please, I wanna cum, please, please!” You whimpered, pushing your hips up as he let his fingers go from his mouth.

“Shit, you’re so fucking cute.” He groaned, hands pinning your hips to the bed as you squirmed, “I’ll make you cum, baby, don’t worry.” He kissed at your clit, eliciting a desperate cry, “You just have to be really good for me and cum while I fuck you with my tongue.” He licked at your hole as you nodded eagerly, “Can you be good for me and do that?” His voice was dripping with lust.

“Yes, Sir, I can, I will, please!” You babbled, having been so close to cumming just moments ago.

You calling him Sir made his teasing nature disappear as he slid his tongue into you with a groan on his end and with you nearly screaming as he fucked into you. He moved inside of you as your walls fluttered, slowly clenching more and more as you could feel your high coming. It was when his hand went to rub quick circles onto your clit that you came with a strangled moan.

His tongue fucked you through your high and he only pulled away when your back settled back onto the bed and you were trying to catch your breath. He kissed your stomach before going to put on his briefs as he slid your panties back on. He hovered over you, placing a quick kiss on your mouth as you wrapped your arms around him, humming in bliss, “You’re such a good girl.” You keened at his praise as he placed a kiss on your cheek before rolling over to pull you in his arms, holding you tight.

“Now you get to be smug.”You giggled tiredly, eyes closing as you listened to his heartbeat.

He chuckled, equally tired as he kissed the crown of your head, “I already am.” He mused, “Goodnight, little lamb.” His voice was soft and sweet as you could only muster another blissful hum.

Now, you were starting to understand what was so different about all of your sexual, or near-sexual, interactions with almost everyone. It was the emotion in it.

You’ve had people say they liked you, get what they want, and then never see you again. However, the guys, barring Tae and Jimin, hadn’t said they liked you, but they tried to communicate it. They held you close, they stayed to cuddle with you after. There was care in the way they touched your body and it was liberating. It was frightening, the idea of getting used to something that could just go away one day, but nevertheless, you let your consciousness fade, knowing he would be there tomorrow morning.

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Triangles | Rio - Berlin

Requested by anon: Hi! Love your blog btw. Would you mind doing an rio x reader x berlin imagine, where tge reader is tge same age as rio and tgey have a thing going on and berlin lijes the reader and is jealous. Reader is park of the team and plays hostage. And when they have to undress to their clothes berlin cames uo to reader and orders her to do so. And rio is like super angry, but can't do anything avout it to not reveal their relationship and the fact that reader works with them. Thank you.

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: swearing, angst, mention of blood

Note: hi! thank you so much! i hope this is what you meant! hope you like it, enjoy! x

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‘Vienna, 2 minutes out,’ you heard over your ear piece. You were part of the heist, yet your role was to be a random stranger amongst the other hostages. Every detail, every escape plan, every weapon was discussed with you in the room. El Profesor was aware of the risks only one brave hostage could bring, so you were there to keep things cool if things went sideways.

You were also Rio’s girlfriend. You two had been dating since the start of that year, when you met at a convention for technology. When you met you two hit off immediately and had been dating ever since. Little did you know you’d both be asked to do this job, unknowing of the other. But things got a little complicated when Berlin came into the view. You two had had a love affair a couple of years back, but when you parted ways you promised never to talk about it again.

You glanced around and saw your watch counting down the last minute. You were nervous, excited and a little hesitant all at the same time. You wanted to be part of the action, not sit on the floor for six days, but here you were.

When you heard loads of commotion coming towards you, you felt your heartbeat pick up. It was happening. You saw the red suits come into view and you smirked. Guns were held in the air and screams filled the entrance - the alarms loudly ringing in the background. You stepped back a little, wanting to see your boyfriend one last time before you went to the others. You saw one of them approach you and he quickly lifted his mask to kiss you one last time.

‘Promise you’ll be careful?’ you whispered against his lips. He nodded and smiled at you, placing a hand on your cheek.

‘Always, sugar.’

He pulled you away from behind the stairs but not before pulling his mask back on. You saw Berlin burn holes in your head from the side of the stairs. Was he jealous? As you focussed on your role, you trashed in his grip, playing your role as an innocent visitor. He shoved you to all the other hostages and joined Berlin and Tokio. You faked a few tears here and there and tried to mingle with the others. Some of them were crying, some of them were in complete shock and unable to do anything. You felt slightly bad about traumatising them so badly, but you knew the plan and that was to leave without harming anyone.

It was now a couple of hours later and you noticed they had brought out the red suits, boots and masks. Berlin did his intimidating little talk and you all got a suit. You didn’t want to change in front of him, in front of anyone for that matter. The only man you ever wanted to see your body was Rio. You were a tough girl, but changing in front of people always made you anxious. You caught Rio’s eye when he stood on the stairs, but when Berlin moved in your direction you couldn’t help but desert your attention to him. He stopped in front of you, smirk plastered on his face.

‘Change into your suit, woman,’ he dared. You hated that smirk. What you did all those years ago was a mistake and you were contstantly reminded of that night in your sleep.

‘No,’ you stated, ‘Not here.’

‘Oh, we’ve got ourselves a brave girl on board! Hear that everyone?! This one here thinks she can do whatever she pleases.’ He took his gun and pointed it directly to your stomach. Your stare hardened. Who the fuck did this man think he was?

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rio step forward but Denver quickly held him back. He whispered something in his ear and he turned around.

‘Strip. Now.’ Berlin demanded. You knew you had to, that was the worst part. Being the only one of the hostages not wanting to wear a suit and not get shot would definitely get suspicious. You angrily took of your jacket, your jeans and changed into the suit. You felt embarassed, weak and insecure. That was a dick move and he knew it.

He stepped closer to you when you were done and whispered in your ear, ‘That’s the good girl I know. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, is it?’

You gagged at his words and he quickly disappeared up the stairs. Denver nodded at you and clapped Rio on the back. It had been such a long time since you had felt so vulnerable and for no good reason Berlin kicked you right back to that time. You had to talk to Rio. And quickly.

You were chosen to work in the offices and count the money. Nairobi was the supervisor. It had been more than three days since you had seen Rio and you had to talk to him. When Nairobi passed you, you dropped a wad of cash on the floor and leaned over, catching her attention.

‘I don’t feel good.. Can I please use the restroom?’ you asked her, raising your eyebrows. She nodded and grabbed you by the arm, not before threatening the other women you were working with.

‘I really need to talk to Rio. Please, Nairobi,’ you begged. She quickly nodded and went to get Rio. Pacing back and forth, you anxiously bit your nails. When the door opened, your heart dropped to the floor.

‘What did they do to you?’ you gasped, running towards him. You held his head in your hands as you inspected his face. He had a bruise on his cheek and a black eye. ‘Please tell me who did this to you, Ani.’

He looked at you through his lashes and winced when you stroked your thumb over his bruise. He looked completely broken, bags under his eyes and shrunken posture.

‘It was Berlin, wasn’t it?’ you asked. You didn’t even have to ask, you already knew. That bastard couldn’t let you go, could he? You huffed and pushed passed Rio. ‘Wait here.’

Berlin was eating when you stomped through the door. He didn’t notice you at first, but when you smacked your hand on the table, everyones attention went to you.

‘To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?’ he smuggly asked.

‘You know exactly why. What the fuck were you thinking? Smashing his face in, just because you can’t let something go that happened years ago? How old are you? 10?’ you sneered. ‘If you’re jealous, just say that. But hurting someone else because you can’t talk about your feelings is fucking ridiculous.’

The room fell silent, your speech even silencing Denver. They didn’t know you had met before the heist and especially about your relationship. You saw his tough façade fade as his eyes flickered from your furious face to the sandwich he was eating. He knew it was wrong and he regret it the moment he saw how broken Rio was. The young adult was terrified and it made him realise he had turned into the man he promised not to be anymore.

‘You seriously don’t have anything to say about this?’ you huffed. ‘You haven’t changed a fucking bit, Andrès. Stay the fuck away from me and Rio or you’ll end up just like him.’

When you left, Berlin felt humiliated. Not that you’d called him out like that, but humiliated to have let his anger take over his common sense. You had every right to respond the way you did, he would have done the same for you. Why did he feel so jealous? He was the one who broke things off, not you. He’d thrown you away like many of his other treasures, yet he couldn’t let you go. Rio was way better for you. He treated you like a princess, talked to you about his feelings and could give you a much better life than he could have given you.

‘So, wanna explain what the fuck just happened?’ Denver carefully asked. Berlin cracked his knuckled and took a sharp breath. They weren’t supposed to know and frankly, it was none of their business either. So he shoved his chair back and went looking for the both of you. The least you deserved was an apology.

‘- a dick.. he won’t do it again, I’ll make sure of that,’ he heard you say soflty. Rio hissed when you wiped away a small drop of blood just under his eye and you remorsefully sighed. ‘I’m sorry, I should have told you.’

‘No, I’m the one who should apologise,’ Berlin stated, stepping into the room. He could see Rio flinch and your stare harden. ‘I’m sorry. I let my anger cloud my reality and I snapped. There was a point where I was you Rio and I regret to this day that I let her go. I got jealous because I realised she was everything that I needed and more, but I saw that too late. I was immature and for that I want to apologise.’

Your eyes softened and you thankfully nodded at him. You turned your attention to Rio who held out his hand to Berlin. Berlin took it and shook his hand firmly.

‘Don’t let her go, Rio. She’s too precious for that.’

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