#i'm just so restless!!! i'm close to putting out a call for help on f*cebook for people i know in my area
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The Disciplinary
Word Count: 17.0k+
WARNING NSFW HAS HEAVY SMUT and Fluff
ShowerSex, PregnancySex, PussyWorshiping, Fingering, Oral F. Receiving, BratTaming, PraiseKink, MirrorSex, BDSM, Oral M Receiving, Spooning, Doggystyle, Aftercare, Dom! Miguel. It's not your cup of tea then find something else to read.
You woke up after a restless night. You were having the hardest time staying asleep lately. You were so close to your due date, and you were getting more anxious by the day. You sat up and rubbed your swollen stomach, feeling your baby moving inside. Your mind was going a mile a minute. You couldn't help but feel nervous about the future.
Suddenly the door to your room opened, and your husband came in carrying some breakfast for you. He looked concerned as he approached you. He had been so worried about you, and he was hoping you were doing well.
"Amor? Are you feeling well?" (Love?) Miguel padded in wearing gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his waist. His chest was on full display for the world to see. The aroma of Bacon, Egg, and ham filled the bedroom. Your mouth salivated automatically. Following behind him was a smaller younger version of him holding a glass of Orange juice. The small child had a white shirt that was stained with light orange blotches that you gathered that might have happened in the kitchen.
"I'm good," you said with a warm smile. Your husband looked so handsome - even with the sweat pants on. You couldn't help but feel the pang of desire in your stomach when you saw him. Your baby was kicking like crazy, and you had to laugh. You couldn't help but smile, though, when you saw your son beside your husband. Your face lit up, and you were overcome with joy.
"Mamí, I got you juice," your son chimed in as Miguel placed your plate of food on your night stand. "Here!" He pushes the plastic cup towards your stomach. "Easy, Mijo." (Son) Miguel retrieves the cup from his beloved son, "Mamí will drink some after she finishes eating, okay?" His bright eyes beam happily, "Okay, papí." As your husband put the plate next to you, you dug in.
"Mhm," you mumbled around a mouthful of food. You were so hungry - you could never seem to get enough to eat lately. You were craving anything and everything. You ate with a voracious appetite, loving every bite you took. It was hard to believe that your life would be changing so much so soon. You were about to have a baby! It seemed so surreal, and you were full of emotions - nerves, excitement, fear, all at once.
Your husband looked so content next to you as he watched you eat, and he couldn't help but smile.
You were so happy. What better way to start your morning? You couldn't help but smile back at your son and feel a rush of emotions. You were so lucky. You had everything in the world right here, and you were so grateful for that.
You ate quickly, wanting to get to that glass of juice already. You could smell it, and it was calling out to you. You loved orange juice, and you just couldn't wait to drink it. After you quickly finished your food, you reached out for the glass that was still in Miguel's hand.
Your husband laughed as you quickly finished your food. You couldn't get enough to eat right now, and he was more than happy to feed you. You smiled back at your son, and it felt like everything was complete. You had everything you could have wanted in that moment, and you were so thankful for it.
You grabbed the glass and took a deep drink. The juice was delicious, and it was everything you wanted. You couldn't help but let out a content sigh as you took another sip. Everything was perfect right now, and you hoped it would always be this way.
"The orange juice tastes delicious, sweetie" you complimented your little boy. He rubs his nose grinning up at you. "I made it all by myself!" He announces proudly places his hands on his hips.
You smiled down at your son. He was so sweet and so precious. You had no idea how you got so lucky to have him in your life. You loved being his mother, and you loved that he was so proud of himself.
"You did a good job, my love," you said with a tender smile. "The juice is great." You looked over at your husband, and you couldn't help but chuckle. The two of them looked just alike; they were practically twins.
"And what's so funny?" Miguel asked regarding you curiously. "He's a mini me of you," you looked at your son and then at the superhuman. He shared similar mannerisms with his father of course the occasional pouting, sassy attitude, and hands on his hips. But appearance wise he had the most gorgeous hair ever taking after his father. He had kind eyes just like you and your Contagious laughter. Two gaps of missing teeth which he lost while learning how to play soccer.
"Nothing. Just thinking about how similar the two of you look," you said with a fond smile. You couldn't help but marvel at your son. He was such a cutie, and you couldn't believe that he was yours. You were so lucky to be his mother, and you loved him so much. He was so precious.
"You look so adorable right now," you said with a laugh as you ran a hand through your son's hair. You loved his soft curls, and you loved your son's sweet, kind face. He was such a good child.
"Mamí," he says ,"Papí said we're going to the Aquarium today!" You blinked surprised at the news he shared with you. You looked at your handsome half and placed a hand on your belly. "Oh?" You paused, unsure if you could walk and keep up with them, "Did he now?"
"He did indeed," your husband said with a laugh. "Cosito was very insistent that we all go. I have to admit, I'm looking forward to it too." He winked in your direction and reached out to touch your growing belly. "Do you think you're up for it?" he asked with a smile. You could see the excitement in his eyes, and you loved how much he loved his family. It made your heart swell.
However, You wanted to tell him that you haven't been sleeping well the last couple of weeks. You don't want to walk on your poor swollen feet. But your son's happiness was everything to you and you didn't want to take that away from him. "Maybe..." You said nervously biting the bottom of your lip.
"If you're not feeling up to it, we can cancel," your husband responded. You could see the concern in his bronze eyes as he looked at you. You could tell he was worried about you, and you appreciated that. "We could stay here together and watch something on tv. We don't have to go if you don't want to."
You loved your husband. He was so caring, and he always put your needs before anyone else's. He was the perfect partner, and you couldn't believe how lucky you were to have him.
"Papí you promised that we'd go to the aquarium together," the 6 year old cried as he stomped his foot in protest. "You said we'd go today!"
You smiled as you watched your son. He had so much personality, and of course, he definitely got that from his father. You couldn't help but chuckle at the cute little hissy fit he was having. You loved that your son could be so dramatic and full of life.
"We can go, then, my love," you assured him with a smile. "It'll be fine. I promise. But you'll have to be a good little boy while we're there, okay?" You gave your husband a wry grin as you spoke.
"Remember your mother has your baby sister in her belly," Miguel reminds his son softly chastising him, "Be mindful of the two of them." The little human wraps his tiny arms around your arm. "But Mamí said Yes already!" He was smart to use you as a shield to hide from his Father's disapproving tone.
You laughed as you watched your son and your husband. The two of them really were so much alike. You knew exactly what your son was doing, and you loved him so much for it. You were happy to do whatever you could to protect your child.
You looked down at your son. "Well then it's settled then," you said with a gentle smile. "We'll go to the aquarium today. It'll be fun. But remember what your father said - be a good boy today, okay? And mind us both." You gave him a quick peck on the head.
"Go get Dressed, " Miguel told him. He ran out of your shared bedroom to his own room. Miguel gets up from the side of the bed and offers you two hands to pull you up. You take them and you groan as you struggle to stand on your feet. You huff winded rubbing your belly as the baby kick at the sudden movement. "She's so active," you wince.
You grunted in pain as you struggled to stand on your feet. You were in so much pain now. Everything hurt. You were so close to the end of your pregnancy, and it was taking a toll. You huffed and puffed, trying to catch your breath. Your baby was kicking and moving, and it was hard to concentrate.
"You okay, my love?" he asked with a concerned look on his face. You nodded and tried to smile through your fatigue and pain. "It'll be fine," you said with a strained smile.
"We don't have to go, mi amor. I don't want you to put any more strain on your body" he reassures you by running his thumb over the back of your hand. You were annoyed that he was still fussing over you. You already gave your kid your word. And you weren't going to let him down.
"I promised him," you said with a stubborn grin. "I can't go back on that now. I'll be fine. I promise." You sighed and leaned on your husband. The pain was intense, but you tried to smile through it.
You took a deep breath and tried to focus. "I can do this. We can do this," you said with a determined look on your face. You weren't going to let anything stop you from keeping your word to your son. You were so close to the end, and it was hard to believe that your baby would be here soon.
Your husband helped you gently pull off your clothes and put them aside. Your belly was so big now it was hard to do anything, but your husband was always careful with you. He was so patient and kind.
You stood there in your underwear staring at your reflection in the mirror. You were so swollen, and it was hard to be comfortable. You had stretch marks around your belly, thighs and sides. Your breasts were absolutely swollen. It was difficult to dress appropriately; everything modest you had would come out looking scandalous. Pregnancy was hard. And you would admit you're an emotional train wreck when your husband will bring you the wrong color of conchas.
You sighed as you looked at your swollen body in the mirror. The stretch marks were so obvious now, and you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Your body was changing so much, and it was hard to accept it sometimes. Your breasts had grown so much, and it was hard to find clothing that fit you comfortably. Your body was changing so much, and you were constantly worried about it.
You glanced up at your husband, and you couldn't help but smile. He was always so patient and understanding. He never made you feel bad for your body changing. You were so lucky to have him.
"What's on your mind, Hermosa?" He asked, noticing your gaze was locked on the reflection. "My body is different," You mused, "I don't like how much I've changed physically..." He held an outfit for her in his hand. He fist tightened on the piece of fabric as he walked up behind her.
"I'm just thinking about my body," you said with a sigh. "It's so different now. I know that it has to change for our baby, but it's hard sometimes." You couldn't help but feel insecure at times about how your body was changing. It was hard to recognize yourself sometimes, and you were constantly worried about how you looked.
You turned to look up at your husband, and he could see the worry in your eyes. "Do you think I'm still beautiful?" you asked with a sad grin. "I've changed so much."
"You are so beautiful," your husband said with an earnest smile. "Your body is changing, yes, but you are more beautiful than you have ever been. You are carrying our child inside of you right now, and I could not be more proud of you. You are doing a wonderful job, and you should be proud of yourself."
He took your hand in his and gave you a gentle, loving smile. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me," he said with a soft, tender tone. "No matter what you look like, nothing could ever change that."
You teared up rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hands. You sniffled finding his brown eyes in the mirror. "Even with snot running down my face?" You bawled crying harder. Miguel smiles, chuckling softly as he turns your body and pulls you into a warm comforting embrace. "Si, con mocos y todo," (Yes, with snot and everything) he said affectionately.
You cried into his chest, unable to control yourself. You were so hormonal right now, and it was hard to keep your emotions in check. You cried for a while, but he just held you close and comforted you as best he could.
"I'll love you no matter what, my love," he said with a gentle smile. "Even with the snot and the swollen belly." He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back as you cried. "I will always love you," he said softly, "nothing will ever change that." You were so lucky to have him.
"Sorry, my love," you mumbled as you pulled away from him. You were so embarrassed by the mess you had made on him, but he just laughed it off. "It's okay. This doesn't bother me," he said with a smile. You were so grateful for him and for how understanding he was.
He wiped away your tears, and he kissed you gently. "You okay?" he asked with a loving look in his eyes. You were so overwhelmed with love for him. You nodded meekly, feeling better now.
"I need a shower," you murmured, feeling gross.
"I won't be long," he says, flashing you a smile.
You grabbed a robe and covered yourself up. You left the closet the went to the bathroom.
"LYLA," Miguel called out, an orange hologram of a tiny woman with a bob appeared before him.
"Hey, Jefe," (Boss)
"Keep the kid occupied for me please." He said.
"I'm not a babysitter, Miggy."
"No, but you're a pretty cool A.I. that can do anything."
"I am pretty cool," she says looking down at her nails.
"Can you help me wash up?" A mischievous crooked smile blessed his sharp features. Miguel grinned at your hesitation, and he knew exactly what you were thinking. "B-but our son," you stammered knowing exactly what he was implying. He wanted to show you just how much he enjoyed being intimate with you, and he knew that you needed some attention too. "Lyla's keeping him entertained. We've got time before the new shark exhibit opens to the public." He removed his clothes and threw them in the hamper, then turned towards you. "The what?" You were struggling to understand what he was saying. "Let me take care of you." He wanted to show you just how much he cared for you, and he couldn't wait to spend some quality time with you.
Your eyes went wide as Miguel pulled off his pants and revealed the handsome physique beneath.
You gasped and turned red as you stared at him. You couldn't believe that he was implying what it sounded like he was implying. You were so flustered and overwhelmed with emotion.
"Oh my goodness," you said as you laughed nervously. "Are you sure?" you asked softly. You couldn't believe he was being so forthcoming about his intentions. It was so sudden and unexpected, but you had to admit that your heart was racing. Miguel lured you into the walk-in shower. Back into the water like a siren drawing in its unsuspecting victims. The warm water welcomed you both.
The warmth of the shower engulfed you like a warm blanket. You leaned against Miguel's chest, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You were nervous but excited about what was about to happen. You wanted to feel close to him, to experience every single bit of pleasure he had to offer. You could feel your heart pounding, and your breath coming in short gasps. You were ready to let go and give yourself over totally to the sensations that were beginning to build within you. You were ready to feel complete and utter pleasure.
You let out a soft gasp as he pulled you into the water making sure you're wet. You were so excited and overwhelmed with desire. You couldn't believe what he was doing, but you loved every second of it. Every touch and every kiss sent shivers through your body. You were so lost in the moment, and you couldn't wait for it to continue. You were in heaven.There was a marble bench embedded along the wall. One that Miguel specifically had installed to loosen up stiff muscles and tensions from work. The installment was beneficial to treat the shower as a sauna. It was a wonderful idea to have a pregnant woman sit there as her needs were tended to by her husband.
Miguel led you to the bench, helping you to sit down. He knelt in front of you, gently removing the soap from its holder. He lathered it in his hands, rubbing it between them until it formed a thick, frothy lather. He began to gently massage it into your skin, starting with your neck and working his way downwards. He paid special attention to your breasts, massaging them gently and making sure they were clean. He worked his way down your torso, paying special attention to your growing belly. He could feel the life inside of you, and he wanted to make sure that it was well protected. He continued to massage you, making sure that every inch of your body was cleansed and pampered. He loved taking care of you, and he wanted to make sure that you were comfortable and content.
"Can I taste you?" He asked. Your arousal was apparent in the air to him; it was intoxication. It didn't help that the steam acted like an oil diffuser to his nose .
You felt yourself flush at his words, but you couldn't deny that you wanted him to eat and devour you. You were nervous and excited at the same time, and you didn't know how to proceed. This wasn't uncharted territory for you, and you were thrilled. You wanted to show him how much you wanted him, how much you desired him. You wanted him to be gentle and careful, but you wanted him to take control and make you feel good.
"Si o No, Hermosa?" (Yes or no, beautiful?) He promoted kneeling before you.
You didn't have to think for long. You knew exactly what answer you wanted to give Miguel. "Yes," you whispered, your breath catching in your throat. You didn't doubt your decision for a single second. You wanted this, and you wanted him to know it. You wanted him to take control and make you feel good. You were ready to submit to him completely, and you wanted him to fuck you dumb with his skilled mouth.
You didn't hesitate to do as Miguel asked. You knew what he wanted, and you wanted to give him everything he needed. As soon as he knelt before you, you opened your legs wide, giving him full access to your body. Your eyes closed as you waited for him to touch you, eagerly anticipating his next move. You could hear him moving around In Front of you, and you wondered if he was getting ready to taste you. You hoped he would take things slowly and gently, making sure to please you first. You trusted him, and you believed he wouldn't disappoint you. You wanted him to ravage you and consume you, but only after he made sure you enjoyed every moment. You were ready for whatever he had planned, and you knew it would be amazing.
His middle finger long and calloused entered your wet pussy. Your eyes flutter, a light moan finds itself out your lips. "Let me take care of you," he murmured, trailing a kiss up to your round belly. He slowly pistons his finger in; listening for your hitches and soft gasps. You held on to the metallic railing with one hand. He inserts another finger brushing against your sweet spot. "Ah, Ah, Miguel, Miguel," you chanted his name. "What is it, Hermosa?" (Beautiful) He chuckles, "Are you feeling good?" He strategically curled his fingers to the front of your gummy walls, his thumb now rubbing up sensationally against your clit. You clung on to the rail like your life depended on it.
Miguel listened closely to your responses, wanting to make sure you were enjoying every minute of what was happening. He was pleased when he heard you chanting his name, and he knew that you were enjoying him finger fucking you. He continued to tease you, wanting to make sure that you reached the peak of pleasure before he did anything else. He wanted to make sure that you were satisfied, and he wanted to make sure that all of your needs were taken care of. He loved pleasuring you, and he wanted to make sure that you experienced the best orgasm possible. He didn't want to rush anything, and instead he took his time, savoring each movement and reaction.
"You're doing so well for me." He coos. "Your pussy loves my fingers." Everytime his fingers withdraw your walls would clench in attempting to keep him in just a little bit longer. Miguel crossed his fingers as if breaking a promise to your pussy. He twisted and pumped away listening to your whimpers as you tossed your head back in ecstasy. He was very careful about causing you or the baby discomfort during sex. He buried his head in between your legs and sucked away at your clit. "I'm close, love" you warned; you grabbed a fist full of his soaked hair pushing him in more. He sucked at your puffy bud while his tongue twirls around it.
You cried out his name as your walls threatened to spasm around his digits. You squeezed your legs together in an attempt to get him away from your core.
"Relax, Amor," (Love) Miguel said softly, his voice calm yet firm. He didn't want you to be tense, and he wanted you to be comfortable with how he was worshiping your cunt. He knew that he needed to take things slow and easy with you, and he was determined to make sure that you enjoyed every moment of this experience. He wanted you to feel safe and secure, and he hoped that you would trust him. He continued to stroke you gently, and he was ready to take things as far as you wanted him to.
He withdrew his digits, "Oh, Miguel!" you gasped, upset, feeling empty you clenched on nothing, your legs quaked. If he didn't sit down you would have certainly hurt yourself falling. He replaced his fingers with his tongue. The bronze man stayed buried in your depths mouth and tongue working you through your oragasm. He wouldn't let up. His arms wrapped around your thighs keeping you from pulling away from him.
"I've got you, Hermosa," (Beautiful) Miguel said softly, holding you tight. His voice was calm and reassuring, and you felt safe and secure in his embrace. He continued to please you, never letting up for a single second. He wanted to make sure you enjoyed every moment of this experience, and he was eager to please you. He hoped that the pleasure he was giving you was enough to make you feel good and satisfied.
"Wait, wait, wait-" Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Your body burns and Miguel's lips scorched everything he touched.
"Shh," Miguel whispered gently. He didn't want you to feel nervous or overwhelmed. He wanted this to be a positive and enjoyable experience for you, and he was going to do everything he could to ensure that happened. He held onto you tightly, wanting to reassure you that he wasn't going anywhere. He kept kissing and licking you, bringing you even further into ecstasy than before. He wanted you to know how much he loved you, and he intended to show that to you in every way possible.
"You're gonna make me squir-" you arched your back breasts thrusted up into the steamy air. "Aaahh fuck-" Miguel's senses drown in you. You felt a light growling against your thighs.He hungrily devoured your juices noisily slurping all of your essence down. He wouldn't dare waste a single drop of your ambrosia. He wouldn't even dare to dream of it. You tangled your fingers into his hair and yanked him back hard with all your might. A loud lewd pop could be heard as he detaches his lips from your pussy. His eyes were crimson once again, fangs exposed as he breathed hard. He ran his tongue over his mouth lapping up the rest of your juices he could collect. Water droplets cling on to his hair as the water Cascades around him. Could he get any sexier? You had a dazed look on your face. A loud ring goes through your ears. The man gets up in front of you from kneeling. You see his lips move but you couldn't register a single thing he said. That pesky ringing was still in your ears.
"Cariña?" (Darling) Miguel asked softly, his voice full of concern. He could see the distant look in your eyes, and he knew that something wasn't right. He didn't want you to be hurt or in pain, and he was determined to find out what was wrong. He knelt down in front of you, his hands gently touching your face and rubbed your belly . He wanted to make sure that you were okay, and he wanted to help you through whatever was troubling you. You were his everything, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to make you feel better.
He immediately shut off the water. And turned on the vent into the bathroom hoping to get rid of the steam quickly. You haven't responded to him yet. And he was starting to panic. Miguel's heart raced as he waited for a response from you. He had never seen you like this before, and he was concerned. He wanted to help you, but he didn't know what to do. He continued to gently stroke your face, his voice full of concern. "Hermosa?" he asked softly. And when you didn't respond, he started hearing alarms in his head. He felt dread slowly start to creep up behind him. He was scared that he hurt the baby in some way. Panic, fear, and dread washed over him.
"Honey!" panic is now apparent in his voice and clear as day. He roughly smacks your face a couple of times with the last slap stinging. You finally move, pushing his hands away from your face, deeply frowning at him. "I'm fine," you insisted, blinking a few more times. The ringing finally subsided. "Thank fuck," he relief washes over him finally, "Que paso?" "You sent me to cloud nine." You laughed your face red from all the heat in the bathroom.
"You almost gave me a heart attack," Miguel snarled, his voice full of relief and Shoulders slumped. He ran his hands over his face in an attempt to calm himself. He was happy to know that you were okay, and he was glad to see the smile on your face. He laughed at your description of what happened, and he was excited to hear that you had enjoyed yourself. He wanted to make sure that he continued to do what made you happy, and he was determined to continue to take your relationship to the next level.
"Let's get dressed," he helped you up from the marble bench. Not once did he let go of your hands until you were stepping on the fluffy bathroom matt. you leaned against the counter as he dried you off with a warm towel. He paused for a moment and looked into your eyes, "Do you know who I am?"
"You're my husband, Miguel."
"What's your last name?" He probed at you with more questions.
"I'm literally pregnant with your Daughter, O'Hara." You consoled him as he gently went over your belly with the towel.
"I'm just making sure you're okay," he justified. His eyes lingered on your large belly.
"I'm okay, Miguel," you reassured him, your voice full of warmth and affection. You were happy to see that he cared about your wellbeing, and you were eager to reassure him that everything was alright. You were grateful for his love and support, and you wanted to make sure that he knew how much you appreciated him. You knew how much he cared about you, and you wanted to be there for him in any way that you could.
He picked out a white sundress that showed off your shoulders. The dress supported your breasts not making you look too provocative. And the sundress was not constricting either around your baby bump. The dress stopped just above your knees. It gave you an enchanted and pure looking almost like a fairy.
"You look beautiful," Miguel said softly as he helped you into the dress. He was excited to see you in the dress, and he couldn't help but admire how it made you look. It showed off your shoulders and flattered your figure, and it was comfortable and airy enough to allow for plenty of movement. It also highlighted your pregnancy and accentuated your growing baby bump. The dress was simple and elegant, and Miguel knew that it was perfect for you. He was proud to see you in the dress, and he was ready to take you out to show you off.
"Thank you, Love!" you exclaimed with a smile as you glanced down at yourself. You looked amazing! The dress was both comfortable and stylish. It was so flattering to your growing belly, and it made you look like a glowing goddess. You felt so beautiful and so confident in it. You knew that your husband would be proud to have you by his side. You were so excited to show off your growing belly and to share this beautiful moment with your husband.
"Mamí! Papí!" A small familiar voice cried out loud shrieking. "I'll go check on him, Love." You kiss Miguel on the cheek and leave the bathroom. You left the handsome Hispanic man to get dressed on his own. You arrived at your Son's room only to see the room a mess.
You sighed inwardly as you looked at the mess in your son's room. It was a complete disaster, and you knew that you would have to clean up after him. You loved your son dearly, but he was so messy.
"I can't find my shirt" He sobbed clearly in distress. Your eyes flicker to the small hologram and raise a brow quizzically at her. In return she shrugs unbothered and says, "He's looking for his Shark shirt. I told him it would be easier to find it if his room was clean and he blew a fuse over it." That sounds about right, you pondered silently to yourself. Once he got frustrated or overwhelmed about something he would have a meltdown about it.
You sighed inwardly as you heard your son's voice. He was so emotional these days, and he had a hard time controlling his reactions to things. You knew that he was still young and learning how to handle his emotions, and you understood that it must be difficult for him. However, it was still frustrating at times. You did your best to be understanding and patient with him, but sometimes it was hard. You just wanted him to be happy.
You went to his closet and searched for his shirt. You quickly found it, and you grabbed it and brought it to him.
"When we get back from the aquarium. We're going to have to clean the rest of this all up." You informed him, " This is too messy, you won't be able to find anything in here." Realizing you wasted your breath he ripped off his shirt and snatches the outfit from you throwing it on. With little regard the other shirt was tossed on the floor carelessly. You squat down struggling to gather up a couple of stuffed animals on the floor. And when you came back up your legs were killing you and you're out of breath already huffing. "Que Chingao paso aquí?" (What the fuck happened here?)The three of you jumped at the tone of the disciplinary behind you. ( Including the holographic AI )
You felt a slight blush bloom on your cheeks as Miguel's tone got harsh. You knew that he meant well, but it was still a little intimidating. You just stood there quietly as he scolded your son. You didn't want to get in the way and make things worse. You just stood quietly and tried to stay out of the way.
When Miguel finally turned back to you, you gave him a soft smile and a slight nod. You knew that he was just doing what he thought was best for your son. You were glad to have him in your life and to be raising your son together.
"I'm sorry, my love," you said sheepishly. "I tried to tidy things up, but our son wasn't really a team player." You lowered your head in remorse. You were so embarrassed by the state of the room. You were always so careful to keep things neat around the house.
"Amor, you're due in 2 months," (Love)he carefully reprimanded you, "I don't want to see you struggling and straining to clean up after him. He's old enough to do it himself, now." The Little boy was sniffling as he folded up his clothes. He just needed to put up a few shirts and a couple of stuffed animals away. You're not really the type to discipline anyone or anything in general, you're usually the nurturing charismatic one. You are the peacekeeper and nurturer. Miguel was the protector and disciplinary.
You let out a small sigh as you listened to Miguel. You knew that he was right. You needed to let your son learn how to clean up after himself, and it was important to teach him these things now. He was old enough to understand why it was important, and you needed to make sure that he learned how to be responsible. You could do this.
You smiled gently up at Miguel. "You're right," you said softly. "I'm sorry I didn't handle it better. I was trying to be nice, but I should have been more firm." You bowed your head in contrition.
"We will not go to the Aquarium until everything is put away in its rightful place." Miguel's gaze fell on his kid, "Entiendes?" (Understand)"Yes, Papí" he grumbled..
You watched as your son started cleaning his room and putting things away. He looked a little dejected, but he was doing as he was told. You smiled softly at him as he worked. You were glad that he was taking responsibility. And, more importantly, you were glad that Miguel was being so firm with him. It was important to teach your son these things now, and Miguel was doing a fantastic job.
You put your hand on Miguel's arm gently and gave him a soft smile. You were so grateful for him and for everything he was doing. He was an amazing husband and father.
The drive to the aquarium was enjoyable. Everything felt calm and peaceful, and you were glad that you got to spend this time with your family. You enjoyed the peace and the quiet as you drove along the scenic coastal route. The view was beautiful, and you felt so peaceful and content. You couldn't ask for a better day, and you were grateful for this time together.
The Windows in the back of the car were rolled down and your kid had his hand out feeling the pressure from the wind. A large hand was resting on the inside of your thigh rubbing away. You had one hand rubbing your belly as you felt the baby kick. You wince a bit from the pain. Miguel drove content navigating through traffic.
You felt a soft smile spread across your lips as you reached over and grabbed Miguel's hand. You gave it a small squeeze and then rested your hand on his. You were so happy to be with him, and you felt so content in that moment. You couldn't help but feel a soft sense of joy as you thought about the future and the family you were building together. Everything felt so perfect and so right in that moment.
A large gasp was heard in the back of the vehicle, "The aquarium! We're here." Your kid in the back squealed delighted.
You let out a small laugh as you heard your son's excitement. You were happy that he was so excited to see all the fish and water creatures. You couldn't help but feel a little bit excited yourself. You were so happy to have this opportunity to take your son out and do something fun together. It was a nice break from the usual routine, and you were so grateful for it.
Miguel pulls the car up to the entrance of the aquarium. "I'll drop you guys off here and I'll go park the car." He was super considerate to you and your son. He didn't think it was right to make you walk in the parking lot, "That leaves us in charge of the tickets," you smiled after carefully getting out of the car. Your son was quick to get out of the vehicle and be at your side, grabbing your hand. "Come on, Mamí," his smile was so radiant it warmed your heart. The little boy tugged and pulled you towards the entrance of the building jumping up and down in excitement.
You smiled at your son as he jumped up and down in excitement. You were so happy to see him so joyous and filled with so much energy. You loved seeing him so happy and so excited about the aquarium. You couldn't wait to see all the fishes and water creatures with him. It was going to be an amazing day full of fun and adventure. You were so excited and so grateful to have this opportunity to spend time with your son and your husband. Everything felt so perfect and so right.
The two of you approach the admission booth inside the cool building. Your son ran to the counter jumping up and down waiting for you to move on over. Not A single person was in line. At the booth was a young college girl who looked like she would rather be elsewhere than work. "Hi, can I please get 2 adult tickets and 1 ticket for a child?" You asked, clearing up your throat. "We're here to see the Sharks!" Your son chimes. She didn't even bother to respond to your kid or acknowledge him. More people wandered in and began to line up behind you. You slowly became anxious, as the girl in front of you took her sweet time punching in the keys on the kiosk screen. You uncomfortably shifted your weight on your legs absent-mindedly placing a hand on your pregnant belly. You felt like you had eyes staring holes into your back making you feel uneasy. "Okay that'll be $72 total," she said dryly making you feel unwelcome, "Cash or Card?" Your heart dropped realizing, " I forgot my purse in the car." "Okay, well once you get your purse you can get back in line and we can try again with the tickets." She sighs annoyed and rolls her eyes, "I can take the next group of people." Oh your poor heart.
You were taken aback by her dismissive tone and attitude. You had never been treated so rudely, and you were stunned by her lack of etiquette. You were overwhelmed with emotions, and you weren't sure how to respond. You felt hurt and offended, and you just stood there quietly as people continued to line up behind you. You didn't know what to say or how to react to such a harsh and insensitive response. You were so taken aback that you were lost for words. You felt like the world had stopped.
You felt defeated walking all the way back to the entrance. Your handsome husband walks in with your purse slung across his chest. "How'd it go?" He asked, looking between you and his son. "We couldn't get the Tickets. Mamí forgot her purse!" Your son announced to the whole building. You wish the world would just open up and swallow you whole. "It's not a big deal." Your husband chuckles ruffing up his kid's hair. "I need to use the restroom. Do you mind getting the tickets for us?" You asked him desperate to get out of there.
You just needed a second to collect yourself, maybe a moment to cry too, but not in front of all these people.
You were so embarrassed and so humiliated. You couldn't believe that you had forgotten your purse, and you couldn't believe that your son had shouted it out to the entire building. You knew your son. But why did it sting so much for him to do that? You felt like you were sinking into the floor, and you wanted to just disappear into thin air. You needed to get out of there, away from all these people who saw you make such a fool of yourself.
Miguel handed you back your purse. "Of course," he answers coolly, taking his son's hand in his. "I'll take care of it, Hermosa." He winked at you and they walked back in line waiting to get the tickets. You were so grateful for your husband at that moment. You gave your husband a small nod of gratitude as he took care of the situation. You were so grateful for his patient and calm demeanor. He was always so caring and so loving, and you were so lucky to have him. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you felt so much better now that the situation was taken care of. You couldn't wait to get inside and to explore the aquarium with your son and your husband.
You took a deep breath and started to compose yourself. You knew that the pregnancy hormones were playing a part in your emotions, but you still felt embarrassed and ashamed. You needed to shake it off and move on. You just needed a moment to get back to your usual self. You washed your face and splashed water on your neck and cheeks. You took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. You weren't going to let this ruin your day. You were going to move on and enjoy the rest of your time with your son and your husband.
Once you feel better you walk out of the restroom. And you saw your husband and child at the front of the line. You couldn't help but rub your eyes from the sore sight in front of you. The young lady you were talking to at the admission booth was twirling her hair around her finger and batting her lashes at your husband. The force giggles and the flirtatious looks she served him made her look way more animated than what she was before. You saw the lady give your son a sticker. She flat out ignored the two of you when you were up there and now she was pushing for employee of the month.
You felt a sting of jealousy and hurt as you saw the young lady's behavior towards your husband. She was being so friendly and so flirtatious, and it was clear that she was trying to get his attention. It was frustrating and upsetting to see how she had ignored you and your son but was now being so friendly and so attentive toward your husband. You felt like she was being disrespectful and rude. You wanted to say something, but you kept quiet. You just tried to ignore it and to move past it. You didn't want to make a scene.
You approached the booth your family was standing at. Miguel was the one to take notice of you first, he wrapped an arm around your waist. He kissed the side of your temple affectionately melting away your worries and concerns. Your son held up the back of his Hand showing off his new sticker to you boasting, "I got a Shark Sticker!" "How wonderful," you grinned. And then your eyes set on the woman in front of you and your family. You feel the irritation and the frustration slowly rise. But thankfully your son pulled your thoughts out of your negativity, "Can I have more stickers for my mamí and my baby sister?" He asked looking back at the ticket attendant. She looked between the three of you, "I can get one-" "My sister's in her tummy." He pointed at your white sundress interrupting her mid sentence.
You felt a little embarrassed as your son announced your pregnancy in such a bold and brazen manner. But you also couldn't help but feel a little bit pleased with yourself. Your son was so excited about having a little sister, and you were so happy to have him in your life. His excitement and his innocence brought a smile to your face. You were so grateful for him and for all of the joy he brought into your life. You were so lucky to have him. You just couldn't help but feel a little bit amused and endeared by his openness and his honesty.
The attendant fumbles, flustered dropping the sticker book in front of your group. It must have clicked that the Man standing with his arm around you was your husband. And that you were pregnant by him. You both have matching wedding bands. This is one of those moments where you were grateful for your son's random outbursts. Finally the attendant gives you your tickets crestfallen. You knew that she was feeling disappointed and crushed, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of schadenfreude. You knew that it was a bit petty and immature, but you couldn't help it. You were so upset and you couldn't help but feel a slight bit of delight at her discomfort and her disappointment. You felt like she had been so rude and so condescending towards you earlier, and it was a small bit of revenge to see her have to hand over the tickets to you. You were glad to have your son there with you, and you felt like he had helped turn the situation around with his innocence and his honesty.
"Alright guys let's go check out that new exhibit," Miguel ushers your family unit out onto the floor. Your son takes the lead looking at seahorses with such curiosity and wanderlust. He was struggling to read the description at the side of the tank. You smiled a soft smile as you watched your son as he explored the aquarium. He seemed so full of wonder and curiosity, and it was so enjoyable to watch him take in all of the beautiful fish and water creatures. You loved seeing that look of wonder and joy on his face. It was so precious, and you were so grateful for this opportunity to spend quality time together as a family. You were so excited to explore all the exhibits with your son and to learn about the different kinds of marine life. It was going to be such an amazing and adventurous day.
As the day went on your son has almost explored every exhibit that was there to be discovered sea otters, seahorses, clownfish, you name it. Except for the new shark exhibit. You guys ate lunch there. Your feet were killing you from following the guys around. The baby was kicking away in your tummy being active as well. You took several breaks sitting at the benches. Miguel would join his son in climbing the sea themed playscapes and tunnels, and chasing him around. You would participate in the leisure activities such as coloring the maps they handed out at the activity center, doing puzzles, and so forth.
You were so tired by the end of the day, but you were so happy to see your son having such a good time. You were so grateful to see him enjoying himself and to see him having such a fun and amazing day. You were so happy to see your husband playing with your son and spending so much time with him. It was so beautiful to see the two of them together. You just couldn't help but feel a little bit overwhelmed with joy. You enjoyed every moment of the day, and you were so grateful for the opportunity to spend time with your family.
And finally you guys made it to the grand opening of the shark exhibit which was crowded and packed with curious and excited faces. The aquarium keepers unveil the giant glass exhibit behind them revealing nurse sharks coexisting with the other fish. Your little boy was cheering and smiling his butt off. They passed out shark teeth necklaces out to the kids and shared facts about the sea creature. Miguel chuckled but you rolled your eyes as your kid tried to milk the system asking for an extra necklace for his baby sister who wasn't even born yet.
You were so proud of him and of his enthusiasm. You just couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy as you watched him. He was so filled with joy and with wonder, and it warmed your heart to see him in such a state of excitement and happiness. You were just so happy to watch him have such a wonderful day.
You wince frowning, rubbing your stomach, the baby was kicking hard. Either she was going to be joining the soccer team or track team with those legs of hers at that rate. You took a deep breath and rubbed your belly in hopes of calming her down and relieving some of your discomfort. Miguel took notice and mused, "She's been kicking a lot. How are you feeling?" He saw you huff and puff trying to keep up with them the entire day. You were exhausted and now you had the baby acting up inside you.
"I'm a little beat but as long as everyone is enjoying themselves I can't complain." Truth be told You were so tired. The pregnancy had taken so much out of you, and you just couldn't keep up. You were so exhausted and so worn out from all the walking and from trying to keep up with your son and with your husband. You just couldn't keep up anymore. You needed a break. Better yet a nap. You gave your husband a small smile and shrugged as you tried to hide your discomfort and your exhaustion. You didn't want to worry your husband or make him feel concerned or worried. You tried to keep a brave face and a positive attitude as you rubbed your belly and tried to get the baby to settle down. You just hoped that the day would come to an end soon so that you could lay down on the couch and put up your feet. You were so tired and so uncomfortable. But you didn't want to complain or to make a fuss. You just wanted to get through the day.
He saw through your facade though and exaggerated a yawn with a dramatic stretch. "I'm feeling exhausted, Cariña. I think it's time we call it and head back home." Music to your ears. You didn't even know you held your breath as you let out a sigh of relief. "I don't want to go home!" The boy cried rubbing at his eyes. "We've been here long enough Mijo," Your partner spoke tenderly to the small version of himself, "Look you're tired, too." He didn't like that at all and just went through an absolute meltdown of crying and attempted to throw himself on the floor.
You watched as your son went into a small tantrum, and your own exhaustion just increased. A small part of you just wanted to scoop him up and to give him a hug and coddle him and try to comfort him. But a much larger part of you just wanted to get home and to put your feet up and to rest. You were so tired, and you just couldn't handle the stress of the situation anymore. Your husband was right. It was time to go home. You just wanted to go home and to go to bed. You just wanted to lie down and to get some rest.
"Mamí, I don't want to go home," he wailed, hugging you, "Tell Papí no," He definitely knew how to pull your heartstrings. "Papas we can come back another time." You lifted up his little chin to look at you, "Your sister is kicking a lot. We'll do another activity together, next time." "That's going to be forever. Papís always gone." He shouted.
You felt bad as your son clung to you and as he cried and protested against going home. You hated to see him so upset and so sad. You hated the thought of upsetting him or making him so miserable and unhappy. But you were so exhausted and so worn out that you couldn't handle it anymore. You needed to get home and to get some rest. You needed to put your feet up and to get some sleep. You just couldn't handle it anymore. Your hands were tied. You knew that it was best if you just went home and got some rest.
"That's enough," you spoke sharply. That grabbed the attention of both your boys, never hearing you speak in that manner before. Miguel's arms crossed intrigued and an amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Your husband felt aroused watching you put your foot down with the little menace. Your son immediately hushes up with a big trembling bottom lip. "It's final. Let's go." He bowed his head all sad and followed you both out. Miguel brought the car around and drove everyone home.
You hated having to be so stern and so harsh with your son. You hated having to be so firm and so blunt. You hated the thought of having to be so strict. But you couldn't handle the situation any more. You hated the feeling of having to be the bad guy and to be the one who had to put her foot down. You wanted to be the nice mom and to let your son do whatever he wanted and to give in to his every whim. But you knew that you couldn't anymore. You had to put your foot down and to set some boundaries.
Miguel looks at the rearview mirror and snickers, "He's out cold." The drive home was very quiet. You're relieved to be off your feet but you were still uncomfortable. Your little baby girl was kicking away. "She's still kicking. I don't know why she's so fussy." You groaned. "That one probably needs a nap too." Miguel joked. "I want a nap but she won't let me sleep." You grumbled.
You let out a weary sigh of exhaustion. You were so tired and so worn out. You wanted to just lie down and to get some rest and to put your feet up. You hated the feeling of exhaustion. You felt like you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. You just wanted to lie down and to get some sleep. You felt like you were on the verge of crashing. You wanted to have a moment to recover and to collect yourself. You just wanted to rest.
Finally you guys arrived home. Miguel scooped up his son and carried him inside. You followed way behind and locked the front door behind you. The soft, cozy feeling of the couch was heaven to your sore and tired body. You were exhausted, but you were grateful for the opportunity to rest and relax for a moment. You kicked off your shoes and curled up in the comfy couch, sinking into the soft leather. You let out a satisfied yawn as you settled into the couch, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You were just grateful to be able to rest and to be able to put your feet up for a moment. You closed your eyes and let out another satisfying gasp of pleasure as you let the couch cocoon you.
And what do you know the baby started to kick harder this time. You groaned Talking to your baby bump, "you're not going to let me sleep are you?" Miguel walks to the living room listening to you talk to your future daughter. "We've got one down." He points his thumb to the direction of where the son's room was. "And two to go "
You let out a laugh at his words, and you couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that your baby was moving and growing. You were filled with joy and excitement at the thought of your baby, and you couldn't help but talk to your belly as if your baby could understand what you were saying. You were eager to meet your little one, and you couldn't wait for the day you would finally get to hold your child. Miguel's presence brought you a sense of comfort and reassurance, and you were grateful for the company and the support.
The large muscular Hispanic man slips behind you. You moved, wiggled, and scooted around attempting to accommodate him while being between his legs and on his lap. He snaked his arms around you and made you recline back on his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath brushing against your ear. The sofa was nice but Miguel was better. He placed his huge rough hands overlapping yours soft ones that rested on your stomach. "Niña quit giving your Mamí a hard time." (Girl)
You were instantly relaxed by Miguel's embrace, and you couldn't help but smile at his words. You felt safe and secure in his arms, and you were glad to be resting on him. You looked up at him, his muscular arms cradling you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness. You were happy to have him in your life, and you were grateful for all that he did for you. You wanted nothing more than to feel loved and cared for, and for the moment, you felt that you truly were.
The baby kicked back and you groaned, tossing your head back. "That's her?" His eyes widen In surprise from the force of her kick.
"She's a feisty one, isn't she?" you giggle, enjoying the feeling of your child kicking and moving inside of you. You were filled with joy and excitement at the thought of your little one, and you couldn't wait to meet her. You were eager to hold her and to watch her grow. You were determined to be the best mother you could be, and you were determined to give her the best possible life. You already loved her so much, and you couldn't wait to be able to spoil her and to shower her with love and affection. Most importantly you couldn't wait to sleep again once she's out.
"Maybe you should use your Stern mom voice?" He playfully suggested, "it worked on the other one maybe it'll work on her?" You laughed and winced as she kicked back at his response. "I felt so awful when I scolded him. You don't think I was hard on him do you?" you asked as you reminisced about the events that took place at the aquarium involving your son's manipulative tantrums.
"Trust me you weren't hard on him," he replied firmly. "He needed to be put in his place. He can be really manipulative sometimes, and he has to learn that sort of behavior isn't acceptable." Miguel gave you a firm look as he spoke, making sure you understand that he's serious about this. He's not going to stand for any more manipulative behavior from your kid. "You have to draw the line somewhere," he continued, "and he needs to know better. He needs to learn that actions have consequences and that he can't always get what he wants. You did really well with him."
He gave you praise and you glowed from it. "Well you do something about your daughter then," you lightly jested, attempting to lighten the mood some. "I'm surprised she's kicking that hard." He commented in disbelief his hands roam around your belly following her kicks.``I'm not she always keeps me up at night which is why I've been having a hard time sleeping," You confessed to your husband.
"My goodness," Miguel exclaimed, surprised by the strength of the kick. "She's certainly growing strong, isn't she?" He gave you a smile, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement at the thought of your daughter. He was glad that your daughter already seemed so feisty and energetic. He was eager to meet her and to spend time with her. He was determined to be the best father he could be, and he was determined to do everything in his power to make sure that your kids had the best life possible.
"I have an idea on helping her sleep," he slyly whispers into your ear. His hands slipped under your white sundress rubbing up your stomach, he moved dangerously close to your breasts. "I'm open to suggestions, Love," you moaned lightly from his teasing touches.
"We'll rock her to sleep," he smirked. You were slightly taken aback by Miguel's suggestion, but you couldn't help but be intrigued by the idea. You wanted your daughter to get some rest and to be comfortable, and you were willing to try anything that might help. You were grateful for the affection and attention Miguel was giving you, and you were eager to explore any ideas that might help your daughter be more comfortable. You let out a moan of pleasure as Miguel's hands roamed up your stomach, his teasing touch stirring a spark of excitement within you.
You couldn't help but let out a small gasp as Miguel's kisses sent shivers down your spine. You were filled with desire and passion, and you couldn't deny that this was one of the best ways to help you wind down and relax. You were grateful for the attention and affection Miguel was showing you, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of love and excitement as he kissed you. You were eager to see where this would all lead, and you couldn't help but grind yourself against him, feeling the need and desire build inside of you. "Like this?" You said softly.
He unbuttoned his pants and freed his hardened member. "Something like this," he tugged your panties to the side. And strokes his hefty cock along your wet drenched folds. He collected your nectar using it to lubricate his length. "Is that why you got me this sundress?" You moaned as one of his hands latched on to your hip. "Mi Amor I could fuck you all day in those dresses," (My love) You couldn't help but grin as Miguel's voice whispered into your ear, sending more shivers down your spine. You were filled with desire as the sensation spread through you, and you couldn't help but move closer to Miguel. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, and you were eager to feel the passion and desire built between you. You were eager to see where this would all lead, and you couldn't help but lean closer to Miguel, feeling the heat and passion between you grow. You were filled with desire and excitement, and you couldn't help but let out a small groan of pleasure.
You turned your head to the side and locked your lips with his thick ones. He manages to slip his tongue in lazily exploring your mouth. Tongues twirl and dance around each other. He massages your pink muscle with his. He reached between your legs and angled his cock near your entrance. When Miguel slid his fingers between your legs, you couldn't help but moan, feeling the heat and excitement build within you. You wanted nothing more than to surrender to the passion and excitement that was growing between you both. He started with the big angry tip that was leaking so much precum and inches his way in. You let out a satisfied groan as Miguel's kisses sent tingles down your spine. You were filled with desire and passion, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as Miguel's lips explored yours. You eagerly returned his kisses, swirling your tongue around his and feeling a surge of pleasure as you embraced the intimacy of the moment. The warmth of his touch made you feel safe and secure, and you were filled with a sense of contentment and joy.
Inch by inch his cock slowly filled you up. An audible moan filled the living room as your pussy clenches him, sucking him in deeper. "Shh," he warned, "We don't want to wake him up." You whimpered loudly as he bottomed out inside you balls pressed tight up against your soaked entrance, "But you feel s'good!" It was the way you said it that had a grip on his cock and soul. His ears perk up, "Ah, Si?" (Oh, yes?)He felt your juice leak further down on to his balls. He growled, giving you a few experimental thrusts, "Te gusta?" (You like that?) "Fuck yes," You were very mouthy and noisier than usual and he liked it. However, "We can't do it here," he sighed frustrated, attempting to pull out from your warm. The last thing he wanted to do was traumatize the only child in this household. He didn't need to see such obscene Acts. It wasn't right. You brought your hips back down, resisting and greedily resheathing him back inside. He grits his teeth and snarls,"Amor," He throws his head back as your hands grab his forearms to balance yourself. "I can't help it, you just feel so good." You whimpered lightly bouncing on his length. "You feel s'good." Each bounce you made sure He was all the way in because that's the way you like it . He loved feeling your whole weight on his pelvis. You felt incredible. He messily ruts up meeting your tight cunt as you came down. Chocolate dark eyes were entranced by the way you two met. The loud sound of skin colliding against each other could be heard through the living room. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to fuck like savages.
When you came down you left him hilted. A small smile forms on your lips as you tilt your head to the right to kiss him. You felt your heart start to pound as Miguel's lips crashed against yours, and you couldn't help but feel the rush of excitement that washed over you. You couldn't help but moan as Miguel's tongue met yours. The sensation was incredible, and you were filled with a surge of desire and passion. You wanted more, and you couldn't help but lean into the kiss, eagerly reciprocating Miguel's passion and energy. You felt a strong sense of connection and intimacy, and you were eager to continue exploring this moment together. Miguel's kisses were intoxicating, and you were filled with a sense of desire and excitement. It took a lot of self control on your husband's part not to get too carried away. Especially, since you tried to manipulate him by seducing him into fucking you, when he told you not here. Well at least tried to. You were disobedient and stubborn and he was going to have to do something about that. He moved to gripped both sides of your hips and pulled you off of his dick. You blinked, confused, the superhuman felt your juices drip on his cock. "Bedroom. Now." He ordered smacking your ass. You almost had him completely submitted to you at least that's what you thought.
"I want you now." You murmured resisting his grip. It was a failed attempt; he was ridiculously strong. "Just you wait," he threatened with a dangerous asymmetrical smirk. "Get your ass moving, ahora mismo." Your legs are shaking from the heated session you experienced. You quickly pull down the hem of your sundress, fixing yourself. He quickly gets up and tucks his cock back into his jeans hoisting them up. He guides you back to your intimate quarters, careful to make sure you don't stumble from the tremors in your legs. Walking by your son's room, Miguel peeks into the small room. The child's breath was slow and steady. He was still sound asleep and Miguel was relieved.
You let out a small giggle as the both of you headed over to the bedroom. You were so excited and so giddy with anticipation and you just couldn't help it.Your husband's words were like fire to your soul. The way he spoke was so demanding and so firm and so commanding. It sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. You loved the way he took control and took charge of the situation. You loved the way he ordered you around. You loved the way he acted in such a dominant and masculine way. You found his power and his control to be so intoxicating and so irresistible.
"I don't know why this family can't do the simple things." He expressed discontent, rolling his shoulders, "my unborn daughter keeps my wife awake at night , my son is messy and moody, and my beautiful wife is horny and doesn't know when to behave herself."
Miguel removed his burgundy tight fitting long sleeves exposing his beautiful chest.
You let out a giggle at Miguel's words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement and delight. You were glad that Miguel was able to take all the chaos of your family life in stride. You were filled with a sense of love and affection for your husband, and you were glad that he was able to see the humor in things. You were grateful for his sense of humor and his ability to make you laugh. "I'm glad you think I'm being funny," he deadpans, eyeballing you, "Hermosa, Pick a number from 7 to 14 for me." (Beautiful)
You give your husband a confused look as he asks you to pick a number from 7 to 14. You weren't quite sure what he was getting at, but you decided to just play along. You were curious and intrigued, and you wanted to see where he was going with this. You picked a number at random. "10?" you said, unsure if that was the correct answer.
"Ok," is all he says and "Get in bed,"
You do as you're told and you crawl in bed. The feral sex god that you were all too familiar with was half dressed. You on the other hand still had the White sundress on. You looked at him expectantly but also very confused, unsure of what you're supposed to be doing. He gave another order, "Get on all fours for me." Oh and did you get on your hands and knees for him. He had you facing his waist with the apparent dent in his jeans.
You were so confused. What was your husband getting at? What did he want from you? Why was he asking you to do these things? You had no idea why he was being so mysterious and so cryptic. You were so lost and so confused. But you were also intrigued and curious to see what he was up to. So you obeyed his orders and you got on your hands and knees for him. You did as you were told. You waited for him to explain himself and to tell you what he wanted from you.
He unbuttons his pants and unzips his zipper. You could hardly contain your excitement and desire as you watched Miguel undress before you. With every unbuttoned button and unzipped zip, your anticipation grew. His hefty length springs out to greet you properly this time. You mouth waters at the sight in front of you. His cock was heavy and perfectly decorated in thick veins. Whenever he's inside you the veins would rub just perfectly against all your sweet spots. When he laid on his back it would go past his belly button. You certainly hit the lottery with this gentleman. You were filled with desire as you gazed upon his perfect appendage, and you were eager to explore. You were eager to see what he had in store for you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and desire.
He massages your back using those long fingers to get the right spots. He started at the top of your shoulders kneading small circles into your back then down to the middle. You let out a soft moan as Miguel began to massage your back, working out the tension and stress with his skilled hands. The sensation was amazing, and you felt your body begin to relax and release as Miguel worked his magic. You were content to let Miguel take care of you in this way, and you felt a sense of love and gratitude towards him. And then he finally grabs your ass kneading it away like dough.
You let out a startled cry as Miguel's hand suddenly smacked against your ass. The impact was sudden and intense, and you were filled with a surge of shock and surprise. You looked over at Miguel in disbelief, your body still thrumming with the sensation. You were unsure of how to react, and you were filled with a sense of uncertainty and shock. You weren't expecting this from Miguel, and you were at a loss for words as you struggled to process what had just happened. "That's one, Cariña" (Darling)He says as he rubs his palm over your warm heating ass cheek. He took away the sting as you moaned in his touch.
You let out a loud yelp as Miguel's hand struck your other ass cheek with the same amount of force, the impact even more startling than the first time. You were filled with a surge of pain and surprise, and you were unsure of what to do or how to react. You were shaking with nerves and confusion, and you weren't sure how to handle the situation. You were filled with a sense of uncertainty and fear, and you didn't know what Miguel was going to do next. "That's two, Good Girl," He breathes, watching you.
You let out a soft whimper as Miguel roughly grabbed hold of your hair, pulling your face closer to his groin. You felt the wetness of his pre-cum on your lips, and you hesitantly opened your eyes, trying to focus on what was happening. You were nervous and uncertain, but you felt a twinge of arousal as well. You let your mind go blank, allowing yourself to simply exist in the moment. You felt Miguel's powerful hand holding the back of your head, guiding you as you bobbed and drooled on his cock. You were filled with a sense of curiosity and excitement, wondering what would come next.
You let out a soft moan as Miguel repeated the same method, massaging your ass cheek before striking it once more. The intensity and power were nowhere near as strong as they were before, but there was an underlying tenderness to Miguel's actions. You could feel the contrast between the firm strikes and the soothing massages, and you were filled with a mix of excitement and comfort.
Your eyes widened in alarm as Miguel forced the entire length of his cock down your throat, causing you to gag and choke. The pressure was immense, and you could feel the bruising sensation in your throat. Despite the discomfort, you were filled with a sense of passion and neediness as you continued to allow yourself to be fully consumed by Miguel's desires. Each strike of his cock against your throat heightened your arousal, "You really want to show our son que sucia y cochina estas?" (How Nasty and dirty you are?) he smirks listening to you gag out a bunch of "nos" and "sorrys"
The sudden smacks on your ass had taken you by surprise, and you felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. As he continued to alternate between firm strikes and soothing massages, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of passion and chemistry between the two of you. Each strike seemed to heighten your sensitivity, while each massage provided a sense of comfort and tenderness. With every hit, you found yourself yearning for more, eager to explore the depths of your desires and the boundaries of your own limits. "Mi Vida, you've made it to ten" he lifted your chin making you look into his eyes. He was planning to reward you with a good through dicking. You had tears running down your face. Your cock drunk face was exactly what he was looking for. "Next time you pull a stunt like that I won't fuck you for a week." It was a threat and a promise. "I'm sorry," you babbled sobbing, "I really wanted you."
You sit up on your knees placing your small hands on his chest. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, lay down." He redirects you.
He crawls in bed with you kicking off the jeans. He guides you over to him and lays you on your left side spooning your tiny figure. His right knee wedges in between your legs getting it wet in your arousal. Miguel's words sent a rush of excitement through you, and you felt a strong sense of desire and passion as you crawled into bed with him. You were glad that he had taken the lead, and you let yourself be guided by his instructions as you laid down in the position he had selected for you. "Hermosa, I'm gonna help you, now," (Beautiful) he purred in your ear, "Let's put her to sleep. So you can get a good night's rest, si?" (Yes?) He slips in your sopping wet pussy with ease. Your gummy walls took him in. His girthy cock fills you up, his thick veins rub against your all sweet spots.
You groaned softly as you felt Miguel's movements against your body, and you couldn't help but arch your back slightly to increase the friction. You moaned softly, feeling the waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. Your right hand reaches over for his toned ass, pulling him closer to you as you enjoy the moment. With each thrust, you could feel the connection between you both grow stronger, and you hoped that this amazing sensation would never end.
He reaches over In Front of your dress tugging it down. Your breasts spill out on display. Taking a handful of your breast gives it a delicious squeeze. The Man pounding you had a bunch of favorite things you liked about your pregnancy. Your hormonal surges when it comes to sex. One minute you were a saint and the next you were abandoned by the church for having sinful desires. He loved letting everybody know that he knocked you up, the best part was he didn't have to say anything about it. When you would visit him at work dropping off lunch; you two would gravitate towards each other. And the people who would see your belly and your interaction would just know that you belonged to him. You took the hard edge off of him at work which a lot of people noticed, but they would rather die not commenting on it to his face. The best part was in his opinion knowing that he filled you up to the brim and you finally took to him. Your body finally accepts him for him. And he would do it over and over again till he had his dream number of kids.
"You're so fucking needy, Mi Amor," (my love) he huffs rutting his hips into you. Your pussy just leaked and leaked as he rocked you both with his thrusts. "Te lo voy a dar," (I'm gonna give it to you) he warns you. You could feel your body reacting to his movements and to his touch. You could feel the waves of pleasure washing over you, and you could feel the fire building inside of you. You could feel the connection between the two of you deepening and growing stronger, and you hoped that this amazing sensation would never end. You wanted to keep feeling this way, and you wanted to keep feeling the waves of pleasure that were running through you. You wanted this moment to last forever. You didn't want this to ever end. His hand abandoned your tit and securely wrapped it around your neck. He felt your full squishy core begin to throb giving tell tell signs of an orgasm as he pounds harder. "I'm gonna help you put her to sleep," he growls, "Just like this, Así, así, así…" (like that, like that, like that..) his heavy breeder balls draw up as your puss clamps down hard on him. "Dámelo." (Give it to me)He orders and loses himself pounding away. The grip on your neck tightens, cutting off the blood flow just enough to give you that high you oh-so-deserved. The way you clenched him sends a sensation down to his spine to where he fucking loses it. Your pussy was his undoing. He cums violently inside you, spilling and filling you with everything he has. "Es mia. Toda mia." (You're mine. All mine.) He declares possessively as he listens to your choked moans that he controlled. He gave you short shallow pumps making sure you both rode out your orgasms. He remained nestled in your warmth, his forehead resting against the nape of your neck. He slipped his hand under your sundress and splays it over your belly. Very sure that the baby would sleep now.
"Ves?" (See?) He confidently announced.
You could feel a sharp kick in your belly, and you felt your heart sink. You felt the baby kick like that seemed to be her way of telling your husband that she was not going to sleep. You gave your husband a sharp look as you tried to keep as still and as quiet as possible so as to not agitate or to disturb the baby. You hoped that the baby would calm down and would go to sleep, but it seemed like the baby was feeling belligerent and stubborn and determined not to cooperate this time. This was not going to be easy.
She sat right on your bladder and you felt the urge to go to the restroom. You wiggle out of the big strong arms that embrace you feeling slightly annoyed with your husband. Miguel reluctantly withdrawals himself from being nestled inside of your core. "A donde Vas?" (Where are you going?)He asks, propping himself up on his arm. "Restroom, she's not having it-" you squeal, rushing to the closet to get to the bathroom.
You were so relieved to make it to the toilet in time, and you felt a wave of instant relief wash over you. You let out a sigh of gratitude as you took care to wipe and clean yourself. "Hermosa," (Beautiful) you see your tall naked husband leaning against the counter from the toilet watching you. "Yes love?" Miguel stood there admiring you, and you could see the love and admiration that he had for you. You were both so comfortable with each other, and you had such a close and intimate relationship. You could feel the warmth and the closeness in the air. This was a special moment for the two of you. A moment of love and affection. But your discomfort and embarrassment still remained. You just wanted to get out of the situation and to get out of the bathroom.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Miguel asked you, and you could see the love and admiration that he had for you in his eyes. You could see the softness in them. He loved the way you looked, and he loved the shape of your body. He loved how feminine and how pregnant you were. He was so proud and so happy with the way you looked, and he was so in love with you. You could see all of this in his look.
You flush red embarrassment obvious in your tone, "Can you give me one moment before you pounce on me."
"Of course, sweetheart," Miguel said, and you could hear the tenderness in his voice. He took a step forward and he held out his help to you. You held his hand and you let him help you up. You could still feel the embarrassment and the awkwardness in the air, but at least this way you could take your time and you could get yourself together before going back to the bedroom. You were so grateful for Miguel's kindness and affection in the moment.
You washed your hands, and you could feel his eyes on you. You knew that he was watching you, and you could feel his gaze on you. He was amused and he was enjoying watching you struggle and focus on a simple task. You could feel his hands sneak around you and you could feel his embrace."Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" He repeats in your ear. You rolled your eyes playfully you knew you were a hot mess. Your breasts hung out in the sundress. Your hair is all messy and disheveled. You turn the water off and find his gaze in the mirror, and arch a brow at him.
"You Really are," Watching him in the mirror. You allowed Miguel to kiss your cheek and to trail more kisses down your neck. You loved the way that Miguel was worshiping you and you loved the way that he was showing his affection and his adoration for you. You loved the way that he was showing his love for his pregnant wife. You allowed him more access to your neck, and you tilted your head to the side so that he could do as he pleased. You felt his large hands ghost over your mounds, and you let out soft moans of pleasure as you felt his warmth against your skin again. You craved more of his touch, and you wanted to feel more of his hands caressing your pregnant body. You clung to him tightly, seeking comfort and security in his loving embrace, and you wanted nothing more than to be held close by him. You watched as his hands moved down to your belly, and you felt a wave of contentment and satisfaction wash over you as he rubbed small circles into your skin. You loved how he took such good care of you, and you appreciated his gentleness and tenderness when it came to handling your pregnancy.
"Put your hands on the counter" he whispered lustfully looking at your reflection. Your heart pounded at the order and you do as you told feeling him pressed up against you from behind.
You were filled with a wave of gratification
and pleasure as Miguel's hands moved down your body, caressing your bare pregnant belly. You loved how he was gentle and tender towards you, and this filled your heart with love and appreciation. You loved how he took such good care of you, and you were filled with a deep sense of contentment and satisfaction as his hands moved across your body. You did as you were asked, placing your hands on the countertop, and you felt the heat of his body pressing up against yours from behind. You were filled with anticipation and excitement, and you knew that something wonderful was about to happen.
He reached out for the lube on the counter, and you heard the sound of the bottle squeaking as he squeezed some of the lubricant out of it. You could tell that he was getting ready to penetrate you, and you were filled with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. You could hear the squishing noise of the lube as he applied it to his cock, and you could almost taste the salty tanginess of his sweaty musky scent. You could feel his hands on your buttocks, and you opened your legs wide to give him better access to your ass. You could feel his fingers probing and poking between your cheeks, and you knew that he was preparing you for what was about to come next. You were excited and aroused, and you were eager to experience the intense pleasure that was coming soon.
"Show me how bad you want it," he rasped. You pushed yourself forward until you felt his wet thumb sink into your tight opening. You began to slowly rock your hips against him, enjoying the sensations of having him inside you. His thumb slid deeper into you, and you could feel every delicious inch of him. The friction created by your movements only increased the intensity of the pleasure you were experiencing.
Your husband Miguel was thrilled watching you enjoy yourself under his dark chocolate eyes. His fingers dug into his cock as he gave it some quick strokes. You groaned unhappily as he pulled his thumb out of your anus, "Miguel." You couldn't help but notice the disappointment in your voice. "Que paso? What did I do?" (What happened ?) He replied in a teasing tone, watching your face scrunch up in discomfort. "Please, please fuck me," you begged, grinding your hips against his hand.
"I thought you wanted me to rock the baby," he teased lightly as he oh so carefully propped the tip of his bulbous head in. You wince and hold your breath as he stretches you out. He pauses as he notices, "Just breathe," he says gently, his dark eyes full of concern. You take a deep breath, trying to relax as he continues to push himself inside you. With each gentle thrust, you can feel the stretch subsiding, and you begin to adjust to his size. As he fills you completely, you exhale deeply, savoring the feeling of being connected to him once again.
"My good girl," he smiles. He was gentle to your surprise. He slowly and carefully fills you up as his pelvis returns to meet your ass. His hand grip securely on your hips enough to avoid leaving bruises. You were filled with a sense of relief as Miguel's patience and gentleness allowed you to adjust to his size. You felt the stretch begin to gradually subside, and you exhaled deeply, savoring the feeling of being connected to him once again. As he filled you completely, you were overcome with a sense of gratitude and pleasure, and you felt yourself relax some more.
Your handsome husband kept the pace slow and sensational. Your eyes closed, relishing how full he made you feel. This was perfect. Not too fast or too slow. His eyes and body were solely devoted to you. Your mouth dropped open making a small 'o' as you allowed your moans to slip out. You arched your back even further, allowing Miguel to penetrate you even deeper. You attempt to quicken the thrusts. But he held you in place by the hips and in pace, "Miguel please," you whined. Your half hooded eyes find his brown eyes in the reflection looking smug. You looked so Pretty and pathetic getting riled up by him. You felt your desire and need for him growing, and you were filled with a sense of urgency and impatience. "We're putting the baby to sleep, Cariña." (Darling) He reminds you a soft chuckle rumbles through his chest. You groaned again when Miguel reminded you of the fact that the two of you were trying to put the baby to sleep. You had almost forgotten, and you felt a small pang of guilt wash over you. You leaned on your elbows as your breasts moved along with his gentle and rhythmic motions. You were filled with a sense of desire and lust, and you could feel your body reacting to Miguel's touch. You wanted to feel more of him, and you hoped that he would give you what you needed to satisfy your growing urge.
A mischievous idea came to you since he was being underwhelming. You couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated by Miguel's gentle lovemaking, and you attempted to provoke him. You yawn dramatically and rest your chin in one of your palms. "Let me know when you're done." You said dully. You wound his ego and pride. He withdraws his cock from taking your ass. "Excuse me?" He looked at you completely flabbergasted. When he withdrew from you, you looked at him with a sly smile, and replied, "Did I stutter? I said 'Let me know when you're done.' Is that better?"
"No,no,no," he said, shaking his head, "I'm not falling for it. You're only acting up for a reaction." His curly hair was a mess sticking to the crown of his forehead. That wrinkle formed when he was annoyed or stressed. You giggled as Miguel saw right through your ploy. You weren't surprised that he had seen through your attempt to provoke him, but you were impressed that he knew exactly what you were doing.
You use this opportunity to pull yourself from his reach. "I'm really tired." You giggled moving away from him. "And I'm ready for bed."
If that's what you wanted from him he'll give it to you willingly. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt Miguel snatch your hair by the fistful and pull you towards his body. You squealed with delight, and you loved the way that he took you by surprise and the way that he played along with the games you two often found yourself engaged in. You were filled with a sense of anticipation and passion, and you couldn't help but feel your body responding to the way that Miguel was touching you. You loved the rush of emotions that this created, and you felt a tingle of excitement running through your body. He kisses you hungrily devouring your breath and your kisses.
He's mindful of the baby bump and drags you back to the bathroom and in Front of the counter and mirror. "If you take your eyes off the mirror. I'll stop everything, me entendistes?" (You understand me?)Your hair bounces adorably with you as you nod, telling him you understand. You understood what Miguel was saying and you knew that you had to play by his rules if you wanted to keep things going. You loved giving in to Miguel's demands and playing these little games with him, and you couldn't help but feel needy wanting him already. You moaned at the sudden thrust of Miguel's body against yours, and you felt your body respond instantly to the sensations that he was creating within you. You loved the intensity of his movements and the way that he drove you wild with his touch. You were wet and needy and you couldn't help but want more of him. You loved the way that he made you feel, and you loved the way that he seemed to know just how to drive you wild. You thanked him for making you feel this way, and you reveled in the feelings that he was evoking within you, "Thank you," you mewled eyes fluttering close. "Nu-uh" he growled, tugging on your locks with his fist, "Keep those eyes open." You did. You tried. You bite into your bottom lip and held in your loud moans. He was making a mess of you and was ecstatic. He pounds into your poor ass at an unforgiving pace and you took it. "So mouthy. And you wonder where our son gets it from." He snaps his hips and balls into you. Your juices and his from him previously spooning you leaks from your cunt and down your legs. He was watching the recoil from your ass savoring every thrust he delivered into you.
The mirror in front of you is a portal to your deepest desires playing out in front of you. You take in every movement with hungry eyes and a throbbing heartbeat. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body until you finally collapse back against him, gasping for air. You see him looking over you and licking his lips. You caught a glimpse of his fangs peeking out in the reflection. You caught a glimpse of his fangs peeking out in the reflection. The two of you were desperate messes. "He gets his attitude from you," you shot back. He's breathing hard and his muscles tense as he pulls you back into the fray. "Yes, but he gets his looks from me." Your cheeks flush as you let out a low moan. He growls softly in your ear, "I know when and how to discipline." He says, reaching over to your bundle of nerves and forcing hard circles into it. Your back arches into him crumbling away.
Your eyes flutter close as he massages your bundle of nerves. Your head rolls back against his shoulder and your hands grip the counter tight. His touch is electric and his voice is hypnotic. You feel yourself losing control, wanting more of him. He bites into your ear, his lips whispering "Keep your eyes open,"
"I can't-" you whimpered.
He leans in close and speaks quietly in your ear, "Keep. Your. Eyes. Open."
You're breathless and gasping for air, but you nod. He eases his touch along your bundle of nerves. His movements slow and become more deliberate. Slowly your eyelids flutter open again.
"That's my good girl," he whispers before biting your neck. You open your eyes even though a part of you wants to close them. The moment he sees you gazing into the mirror. He resumes his assault on your senses. His hand glides over every curve on your body, and he nibbles on your ears as he speaks dirty sweet nothings into them.
You're lost in him. His words of comfort and his touch have you writhing in ecstasy. You feel a release building up in you, and you grip tightly on the counter to keep yourself stable.
Your breath grows shallow and erratic as he brings you past the point of no return. You're moaning and calling his name, pleading with him to give you what you need. Your body is on fire and only he knows the remedy. He knows your body inside and out. You feel his pace quicken and his breathing become heavy. You see him smile at you as he moves faster, his movements aggressive and frantic. You're close to release; your body shaking in euphoria. The cord in his belly that held his primal urges at bay snaps. He growls noisily, swearing away, tossing his head back lost and gone in absolute ecstasy. His fingers land on a sensitive spot and you can't hold back anymore. Seeing him come undone behind you, in that mirror was your downfall. Your body is pulsing and your hips are rocking back into him. Your head rolls back and you're lost in him. You're shaking and your body is convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. He's growling and hissing into your ear, his own body arching in ecstasy. You cry out his name as your body trembles and your eyes roll upward into your head. You release, your whole being shaking with euphoria as he holds you tightly, his weight carefully pressing down on your back.
He pulls out from your ass, which you wince from the sensation, and his cum leaks and spills on the floor. He plants rewarding kisses on your shoulder breathing hard. You're spent and beyond exhausted. Your face was flush and damp. "Good Girl, Hermosa." (Beautiful)
He scoops you up and returns you to bed. Your eyelids were heavy. You snuggle up curling up to your left side. Your muscles relax as you come down from the haze of pleasure. You open your eyes to see Miguel sitting on the edge of the bed with a cold cloth. The rag is a welcome relief to your inflamed body. He places the cloth across your forehead and gently caresses your cheek. His expression is soft and tender, a contrast to the animalistic nature of the moment before. He cleans up the sweat, lube, and cum off your body and gently kisses your forehead. His expression is soft and tender, a contrast to the animalistic nature of the moment before.
"You did good, Cariña." (Darling)he whispers before kissing your forehead and laying down with you. You nestle into his chest and let out a contented sigh, your eyes falling close. You cuddle against him close and let out a content sigh. You feel his arms wrap around you in a gentle embrace. You mumbled, "No love, You did good."
He hums confused, smoothing your hair down with his gentle touch. His other hand resting on your baby bump.
"You put our baby girl to sleep" you say finally drifting off to sleep.
As you drift off to sleep, his voice murmurs softly into your ear, "We did good, mi amor." (My Love) He gently massages your belly with his free hand, silently apologizing to his unborn child for his brute force and roughness. You hold onto him tightly but your grip loosens, by every passing moment and finally you fall asleep.
Your handsome Husband pressed a Loving Kiss to your forehead. A long and loud sigh leaves his mouth. He felt the total exhaustion of today finally catch up to him. From making breakfast with his son, to worshiping you in the shower, and fulfilling his duties as a devoted husband. He's breathing steadily, but there's still a subtle smirk on his face. His eyes are on your sleeping face. He's not falling asleep any time soon. The memory of you gasping and moaning under his touch has him excited and aroused.
"She's going to be a handful, just like you," he whispers. His voice is full of admiration, pride, and love.
He soon falls asleep after you do, his arm draped over your baby bump like some protective barrier between your skin and the rest of the world. His breathing is slow and consistent as he holds you close.
You both drift into a deep sleep.
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Joel Miller x f!reader
WC:3.2k
Warnings: Angst. Smut. Sex work. Unprotected sex. P in V sex.
Author note: This has sat in my docs since episode one. I wasn't feeling it. I haven't edited it. It might help tide someone over until season two though.
I Put a Spell on You
The whisky and pills weren't cutting it anymore. The second he stopped working, stopped pushing forward and closed his eyes, there she was. Sarah. He could see every freckle. The tiny parts of her that looked like him. He could feel the weight of her in his arms. Smell the strawberry shampoo she used. He could feel her arms around him, clinging on as they ran. Then he could feel her blood on his hands.
He pushed through it, worked harder, worked until he felt like dropping. Until the last of his energy carried him to bed to a restless sleep.
That's when he began searching for something more. Something to completely knock him out. While doing a trade on the far side of the QZ, he heard about it. A woman. He didn't get a name. The locals called her The Witch. Some of the less polite ones called her a whore. From what Joel could tell both could apply. Joel made contact through a third party,a guard that owed him a favour. She responded with her fee. Joel now held it in his hands, as he waited for her to answer. As the seconds passed his senses returned to him. What the hell was he doing here? Was he really going to see a witch to help him? Thinking better of it he turned to leave, then he turned back, a slither of guilt urging him to leave her fee for wasting her time.
As he knelt down to place it on her door mat, the door opened. Lengths of white satin swished around bare legs as she stepped around the door. Joel's eyes scanned upwards, taking in the whimsical change in the colour of her dress. Around thigh height it began to turn purple the colour got stronger the higher his gaze went. Until the deep purple was complemented by an amethyst crystal pendant resting in her cleavage. Beyond that he saw her face. With some of the services she offered he assumed she would be older. If he had to guess, he'd say she was around the age he was before the world went to shit. Maybe younger, it was hard to tell with the smile on her face, it was so bright and carefree. She didn't look as aged as the people walking the street with the weight of the end of the world on their heads.
"You okay down there?" She asked, amusement evident in her tone.
Suddenly, Joel Miller, a man that had talked his way out of more trouble that he could ever recall, was lost for words.
"Joel, right? Come on in." She moved back in the apartment.
A light floral scent welcomed him as Joel followed her into her home. For the QZ it was surprisingly nice. It was brightly decorated. Soft furnishings and calming art pieces added colour. Having the penthouse afforded her enough privacy that she could keep the windows uncovered. The sunlight flooded in, warming the space even further. Being in one of the tallest surviving buildings meant her view was mainly sky. For a moment, Joel could imagine himself standing somewhere else entirely.
"Would you like some tea before we begin?" She spoke softly.
"I was never much of a tea drinker, but thank you." Something about her made Joel remember his manners.
"Ah, a coffee man. I have that too." She smiled at him. "I'm not sure if will be helpful or not but if it makes you happy."
She made him a cup, bringing it over with her own cup. "Your contact said you wanted help sleeping."
"Yeah. I heard you could help with that." Joel felt a nervousness that he hadn't in years.
"Did they tell you how I could help?" She queried.
"Not exactly. They said that you were a…"Joel caught himself.
"A witch? Baba Yaga? A lady of the night?" She grinned at him.
"Yeah." He laughed, a blush at his cheeks. "Just so we are clear. I offer herbal medicines, relaxation coaching, massage techniques. For a very select clientele, I offered intimate massage and sexual services."
"Very select?"
"Just for the ones I find attractive."
"So what services can you offer me?"
"You?" She looked him up and down, enjoying every second that she took him in. "All of them."
Joel felt an odd swell of pride. It had been a long time since he had been deemed worthy of something other than mere survival.
"We'll start with some simple breathing techniques. We'll get comfortable in each other's spaces then we can talk about my other services."
Joel should feel stupid. A grown man sat criss-cross applesauce on the floor, humming whatever tune came into his head as she instructed. Somehow he didn't. She just made him feel comfortable.
"The humming with help stimulate your vagus nerve. It promotes relaxation. I can help you stimulate it too if you like?"
Joel simple nodded at her question.
She came to sit behind him, her soft hand working under the collar of his shirt to knead the muscles at the bottom of his neck. Her touch against his skin sent a shiver down his spine. His cock swelling in his jeans made him shuffle to get comfortable.
"You can take your clothes off it you would feel more comfortable. I can take mine off too, if you like?"
"I'd like that." Joel managed to croak out. Now that was embarrassing, a grown man sounding like a horny, hormonal teen. He could hear the rustling of material behind him. Then she was at his back again. Closer this time. He could feel her warmth as her breasts pressed into his back as she leaned into him. Her head resting on his shoulder. Instinctively, he cupped her cheek to keep her there. Joel hadn't felt softness like it in such a long time. He fucked when he needed but being truly intimate with someone that was something his mind didn't even entertain. Her lips pressed to his palm.
"I'm here, Joel. We're safe here. Let me take care of you." With that she began to strip his shirt off of his shoulders. As the material rolled down his body she pressed soft kisses to each new piece of skin. When they were both bare, she lead him up onto the bed. With her sitting facing him, cross legged and naked, Joel didn't quite know where to look.
"Look at me, Handsome. We're going to begin with eye gazing. We look into each other's eyes. It might feel uncomfortable at first but I want to create a connection between us."
"That wasn't the type of connecting I was thinking was going to happen." Joel quipped.
The laughter that peeled out of her was beautiful. Her eyes shone with it, it made it easier for him to look deep into them watching the amusement dance in them.
"Here. Put your hand over my heart." Taking his hand she settled it over her breast. Then she mirrored his position, her hand on his firm chest. Next, she covered his hand with hers and told him to do the same with hers. They sat there quietly feeling each breath the other took. Joel was startled by how imitate the whole thing felt. He leaned into the warmth and comfort he let go of the fact that he was paying her and let himself fantasise that the beautiful young woman in front of him was his, his love, his safe space. Something he could no longer indulge in. How could he allow himself to love when he knew how badly it hurt to lose it.
"Can I touch you?" The words came from his mouth as if someone else spoke them.
"Of course. I'll let you know if you do something I don't like. I trust you to stop when I say." She stroked his cheek as she spoke. Her fingertips dragging across his salt and pepper stubble caused a pleasant tingle. Her fingers threaded into his hair lightly tugging to pull him close.
"Are you okay with kissing?" She asked almost against his lips. He hadn't even thought about kissing. He wasn't sure if it would be on the table. He nodded.
"Words, Joel." She prompted.
"Yes. Kissing is okay." The way her lips gently moulded to his broke something in him. He didn't realise how much he'd missed tenderness. There was a time when his hands provide pleasure and comfort not just pain and death. He melted in her kiss as she massaged his scalp. Oddly, his body felt heavier as he released his burdens. Feeling the shift in his body, she move to the side, encouraging him to lay down. He let her guide him onto his back.
"Give me one minute." She hopped up off the bed. The spring in her step was refreshing. His eyes roamed over her curves. Her soft skin. She really was beautiful. He wondered what her story was. Almost selfishly he blinked the thought away. He didn't want to acknowledge anything outside of this room. When she returned she held a small silver jug.
"What's that? Witch's brew?" Joel final regained enough of his wits to make a joke.
"Oh yeah. This one turns you into putty in my hands." She tipped the jug. Joel grasped as the warm liquid hit his chest. His nipples harden and his cock twitched at the sensation. Holding the jug over her own chest, she poured the liquid over herself. Joel had no idea what she was covering them in but he hoped it was editable so he could lick it from her breasts. Setting the jug down she began to spread the liquid over his chest and down his arms. Slowly, she began massage every inch of him. Every inch softened under her touch. Only his cock remained rock hard as she worked her hands over him.
"Would you like me to make you cum?"
"Please." God, how that came out as a genuine plea.
Her slick fingers wrapped firmly around his girth. In under a minute he was on the verge of spilling his load.
"Wait, wait, wait." He panted. "I don't want to, not yet."
"I bet you have another one in you for me. You just enjoy, Baby." She moved her hand in firm strokes once more.
When didn't stop her she coaxed his release. "Come on, Joel. Let go. I want to see it. I bet you're so sexy when you cum."
Her praise provoked something in him. He wanted more of it. He wanted to be worthy of her honeyed words. His cum soon mixed with the oil on her hands and his stomach.
"Mmm. I was right." She kissed him playfully. Another thing that Joel had missed, idle playfulness.
Grabbing a towel she cleaned him off. Normally, cumming that hard was enough to drop him. Right now he had more energy that he'd had in weeks. He felt like he could be ready to take her in minutes. Arousal already stirred at the base of his cock. He should be sated yet he was even more hungry for her. Sitting up he kissed her before trying to take control. He wanted to make her feel good. A woman like her deserved to feel good.
"Nuh-uh. You just lay back."
"I want to see you cum. I bet you're so sexy when you come." He nipped at her lips as he mocked her.
Pushing him back down, she braced her hands on her chest as she straddled his thigh. The oil made it easy for her to slide along his thigh. The coarse hair dusting his legs and the firmness of his muscles pushed her closer to climax with each sweep of her hips. Joel watched transfixed as his thigh grew wetter. As her moans grew loader. As she completely lost herself. She was free in the moment. Joel was used to people taking what they wanted, he'd been on both sides of it. He wasn't used to being done for anything but survival or greed. Seeing her chase her happiness, using him to provide it, a different sense of purpose filled him.
He started to wonder if she really was a witch with the way he was under he spell. He was transfixed by every little micro expression as she enjoyed herself. By the time she came on his thigh, he was just as undone as she was. He was near feral as he surged up to catch her lips.
"Easy." She smiled against his lips. "Cross your legs like before."
Doing as he was told, he rested his hands on her hips as she straddled him. Taking his length in her hand, she notched him at her entrance. Just the promise of her warmth around her had him throbbing. Their breaths mingled as she slowly dropped down on him. His hips itched to surge upwards, the position they were in wouldn't really allow for it. She felt his body chasing hers.
"We're just going to take things slow. We have all night."
"I think you're giving an old man too much credit."
"An old man in incredible shape." Her hand wrapped around his taunt bicep. Leaning back, he changed the angle of him inside her, rolling her hips, she sighed happily.
The sight of her made Joel even less confident that he could go all night. Even if he could distract himself from the feeling of her perfect wet heat clutching him, just looking at her was enough to make him feel like cumming.
"Fuck. If you keep arching those pretty tits in my face while you ride me like that, I won't last long."
"When you get close to cumming, tell me. Give me a number from one to ten. Ten being ready to blow." If she kept talking like that he would blow. "Number?"
Joel took a moment to calm his mind. He purged it of thoughts of how it would feel to fill her. To see his spend dripping out of her thoroughly fucked pussy. He thought about how his body felt instead. "Eight."
"Good. When that number gets higher you let me know."
The way he was able to drop his guard and relinquish control to her pushed him towards nine. Her pace was slow and steady. She rose up squeezing every inch of him until the tip was barely inside her then sunk down achingly slow. Joel hadn't had sex this unhurried in over two decades. He savoured every stroke. He was able to fully be the moment with her.
"Nine." He grunted. Her hips sped up. "Fuck. No, don't. I'm…" Coming to a complete halt she rose off of him. Her hand wrapped around the tip of his length. Squeezing tightly until his approaching climax was abated.
Pressing little kisses around his hairline, she waited patiently for his breathing to slow right down before she resumed riding him slowly.
"So that's your game? You're going to tease an old man to death. Pick my stuff clean to sell. Nice little side…ah…hustle. Fuck."
"That wouldn't be a gr-great way to get return customers. Oh, god. I-I'll wait until until I get a few more payments before I fuck you to de..oh..death."
"It might be my turn to question your stamina. Shit. You feel pretty close to me."
"The difference if I can cum and keep going."
"Well, in that case." Joel's thick fingers worked their way between them. With his usual level of competence, he had her muscles convulsing around her.
The feel of her was incredible, he almost didn't tell her his number. He wanted he to carry on pulling him in deeper. "Nine." He eventually groaned.
Even with her limbs still trembling she rose off him and delayed his orgasm again. "Jesus, Darlin'!" His tongue coming out to wet his lips as he panted threw her off. The incredible luxury of only sleeping with clients she was attracted to had its downsides. Sometimes she wanted them to stick around. For them to share more than just their bodies. Joel brought this urge out in her more than anyone ever had. Aside from being incredibly attractive he had a way about him. Confident without being arrogant. A steady reassuring presence with a vein of softness. All of it was very appealing. As much as she wanted to stretch things out to build his climax until the wave of it pulled him under and washed away his stress leaving him floating free. She also couldn't wait to feel him cum inside of her. They hadn't discussed it but he she figured he wanted that. It was one of the special services that she offered. Not being able to get pregnant was a big draw. Still it wasn't without its risks. That was the other stipulation with her clients. As well as being attracted to them they had to be clean. FEDRA didn't give a shit about most people. They'd given up on a cure. They did however screen some people regularly for any signs that the virus could have mutated. This included a full medical screening. A list one of your contacts had access to. Which she exchanged for 'the best hour of her month'.
Once Joel had calmed down, she started to ride him again. Greedily this time. The stretch of him, the depth of him striking her inside, it was all so good.
"Uncross your legs, Joel." Once he was laid flat, she rode him even harder.
"Fuck. Nine!"
"I know. I know. Cum for me. Let go."
"Can I…can I cum inside you? It's safe, right?" Joel had heard about the service she offered. Something primal inside him wanted it. There was no way he would ever risk it normally but he had guarantees. One of his contacts had access to your medical files.
"Yes. I want you to Joel. I want to feel you."
With that he was gone. This orgasm was longer than he'd ever felt. After the first sudden release of pressure, coupled with overwhelming ecstasy, waves of pleasure rolled through him. Each one washing away his ability to think coherently. Until he was finally taken by a deep, dreamless sleep.
Joel had barely pulled out of her when he'd started to drift off. Once he was asleep she quickly pressed a plug inside of her to catch his release. He looked so handsome, she took a moment to admire him before slipping away to her bedroom. Quickly, she lay down a towel and grabbed her camera. Spreading her legs wide she removed the plug and took a picture of his cum dripping out of her. Another way for her to make ends meet. One that allowed to be choosy about her clients. She could trade the pictures for a lot of things. Even at the end of the world, sex still sold. Her cunt twitched at the sight of Joel's cum coating her still wanting hole. It lubed up her fingers as she pumped them in and out until she found her own release again. Joel's name on her tongue and thoughts of him fucking her roughly filling her head. She couldn't resist sucking them clean when she was done. The taste of them mixed together was intoxicating. For a brief second, she hoped Joel would visit again. That was the exact moment she knew he never could. With all the loss she'd already experienced. Inviting a man like Joel Miller into her life was the perfect spell for heartache.
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Late Nights & Love Stories
Pairing- Jack Daniels x f!reader SunDrop
Word Count- 1.4k-ish
Warnings- my normal sap & cheese & mushy silliness. some angst I guess, Sunny's been having A DAY. mentions of death. not smutty, but maybe smutty-ish for a second there, lol. reader has an established nickname but no mentions of physical characteristics.
Author's Note- for anyone keeping track, this takes place two weeks after New in Town. Also, I'm taking liberty with Jack's full name, lol. Big ass thanks to @wildemaven for listening to me babble about this forever and helping me pull it all together. 💕
You held out for two weeks. Two long torturous weeks of Jack stopping by the bakery every morning, charming every woman he comes in contact with on his way to the counter to place his breakfast order and remind you he's just waiting on you to say yes.
Two weeks.
It's longer than you made him wait for anything the first time around. But the circumstances were different then, it was temporary, you were never supposed to see him again after your assignment. This time the stakes are much higher.
So now it's two weeks (and one day) and you've had your steak (and lobster), he's filled you in on what happened in his life in the last six months (a whole hell of a lot), and then he walked you back to the little apartment above the bakery you've been staying at since you've been home.....
.....and then he just left.
You should probably go back upstairs, try to get at least a few hours sleep. Instead you decide to take a walk. And you can lie to yourself all you want about where you're going but you and the devil on your shoulder egging you on know exactly where you're headed.
And you've been going bat shit stir-crazy ever since. You've taken a shower, you've put on your favorite pajamas, you've called Ginger for a much needed catch-up (um, hello new Agent Whiskey, congrats on the promotion you didn't tell me about!), changed back into street clothes, gone down to the bakery and prepped what you could for Maddie in the morning and you're still not settled.
Jack opens the hotel door in a white tee and a pair of gray flannel pajama pants you already know are so incredibly soft to the touch, it makes your fingers itch with want.
"Sunny?" His hair is a mess and he's blinking bleary-eyed at you and it's obvious at least one of you was able to sleep tonight. "It's like 2am. You okay?"
"You didn't kiss me."
"What?"
"On our first date, you walked me home and you kissed me. Tonight, you didn't kiss me."
"I wasn't too sure that option was on the table, seein’ as how you made me do quite a bit of begging just for a date, sweetheart and...."
"Jesus Christ, Jack, shut up and kiss me."
"Yes, ma'am."
And oh God it's better than you remembered, better than a kiss has any right to be, and you immediately feel all that restless energy you've been carrying around all night start to shift- desire laced with something else, something darker, something needier- as he pulls you close and molds your body to his, one large hand splayed on your lower back, your hands tangled in his hair.
He tastes like sleep and cigarettes and it should be off-putting but you don't care, you don't care, you don't care. You're lost in him- his mouth, his hands, his warmth- and it's too much and it's not enough.
You're vaguely aware of him kicking the door closed and pressing your back against it and Christ, that's a dangerous idea because you've been in this situation before and you know exactly where it leads and the one rational brain cell left in your head is screaming at you that this isn't what you came here for but that doesn't stop you from rolling your hips into his, trying to get closer, to feel that friction, to feel anything besides the gnawing desperation that's been eating at you all night.
Jack's no stranger to one night stands- the frantic rush, the all-consuming desire- but even as you lick into his mouth and grind against him, even as he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around him, even as he flashes back to taking you like this before- quick and dirty against the door in his office in New York during the middle of the day, even as he delights in the sounds he's pulling from your throat, he knows this isn't the route he wants to take with you this time around so he breaks away with one last soft kiss that you try to turn into something more.
"Hey, whoa, easy there, SunDrop," he whispers as he slowly lowers you back to your feet.
"Christ, Jack, I'm not a friggin horse," you mutter.
"Aww, honey, don't sell yourself short," he grins. "You're about the prettiest filly I ever did see. 'Bout as skittish sometimes too."
"That was horrible, you're horrible. Why do I even like you?" you laugh.
Or you mean to laugh but it's more like a sob. You're not really sure where that came from except he really did throw a lot at you at dinner tonight- including the fact that he kinda sorta almost died. And maybe it's just hitting you now, that he could've been gone and you never would've known.
And then you're burying your head in his chest and fisting your hands in his tee and crying in earnest.
"Shhh, sweetheart, it's okay. Whatever it is, it's okay," Jack manages to scoop you up and carry you over to the bed, sitting down and cradling you on his lap. "What's with all the waterworks, Sunny? Talk to me."
"You died," you sniffle, bringing one hand up to trace lightly over the star-shaped scar at his temple. "You died and I didn't even know."
"Just for a little bit, sugar," Jack laughs softly. "Ginger brought me back good as new."
"Jackson Lee Daniels. It's not funny."
"No, ma'am, it certainly is not. I do not recommend it. Worst headache I've ever had in my life."
"And yet you're still making light of it," you mumble, crawling off of him to lean against the headboard.
"We all have our coping mechanisms, sweetheart." Jack sighs, moving to sit next to you and pull you close. "I got one more story to tell you if you think you can handle another one right now."
"Not if it's about you dying."
"No, sugar, it's about what happened after. Maybe it'll put your mind at ease some." He feels you nod your head against his shoulder and takes a deep breath before he continues.
"See, there's understandably some memory loss when you come back and I made a damn fool of myself hitting on Ginger before she flashed this old polaroid of my wife at me, and there was this blinding rush of memories- everything came back to me, all the pain and anger over everything I'd lost and I was more determined than ever to rush off and stop those Kingsman fellas."
"I was spouting a bunch of nonsense but Ginger, God bless her clever heart, grabbed my arm and said 'one more thing, Jack' and then she showed me a picture of you, SunnyD. And there was another rush of memories, good ones- laughing with you in the kitchen, dancing in the living room at the cabin, gasping my name as you came apart underneath me the first time we made love."
"And I realized this was a chance to start over, to let go of all that hurt and anger and build a new life. With you, if you'd have me. You saved me, honey, you and Ginger both did."
You're quiet for so long, Jack's starting to think you've fallen asleep. "Sweetheart, you still with me?"
"Yep. So, what you're telling me is like in a sense, I totally helped save the world?" You say as you sit up on your heels to look at him, hands clasped to your chest and batting your eyelashes. "Because you loooovvveeee me!"
"That's what you took from all that?" Jack laughs. "I just poured my heart out and that's all you got?"
"No," you wave a dismissive hand. "I mean I'm still processing, okay? It's been a long day. Full of surprises. So many surprises. But- I am glad you're alive and you're here and I maybe kinda probably love you too."
"Fine, you keep processing. But ya know, sunshine, I never actually said I loved you."
"Oh, but it's totally implied in the huge, world saving heroic gesture, cowboy. You totally love me, like head over heels stupid in love...."
"Hey, Sunny?" Jack asks, reaching out to pull you back into his arms. "Shut up and kiss me."
"Yes, sir."
#agent jack whiskey daniels#agent whiskey x female reader#agent whiskey fanfiction#jack whiskey daniels#jack daniels x female reader#jack daniels fanfic#pedro pascal character fanfiction#jack x sundrop universe
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Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader CW: Coping w/loss
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You lay awake on your left side your finger's gently tracing over a few of the scars that decorated Zoro's bare back. No one in the house had slept much recently, though eventually you would succumb to slumber only to have dreams where your father visited you. Sometimes he even spoke, but it almost never made sense with the context of the dream.
Zoro shifted tugging your blanket up higher as he rolled to face you.
"You're tickling me," he muttered, eye still closed.
"Sorry Tiger," you whispered.
"I don't really mind," he admitted lazily draping his arm over your hip.
You continued your ministrations along the scars of his chest letting your mind go more or less blank.
"What's the matter?" he breathed, his chestnut iris slowly becoming visible.
"That's a loaded question," you smirked glumly.
"I mean aside from the given." he shifted again pulling you closer to stop your tickling digits.
"I'm just worried about Ace. He disappears for hours, sometimes coming back bruised and just hides in his room." you rested your forehead against his chest, "I thought I'd gotten through to him but I guess not."
"Everyone handles things differently. Have you talked to your brothers? Maybe they know something you don't." he suggested twirling a lock of your hair around his index finger.
"I didn't want to burden them with it." you sighed, "I hadn't thought they'd noticed as well."
"Only one way to find out," he muttered his scruff grazing your scalp.
"You know, you aren't so bad sometimes, Tiger." you chuckled.
"I have my moments." you could hear the smile in his sleepy voice.
You settled against him in silence while his warm palm ran the length of your spine.
"Hey babe?" you called quietly.
He hummed.
"I-I'm sorry," your voice had gotten very low.
"What for?" he pulled back to search your face a little alarmed.
A soft blush rose your cheeks making you thankful it was so dark, "Not ... Uhm being very physical?"
His expression softened as he pulled you back in to snuggle, "It'll happen when we're both ready."
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Sabo rounded the corner into the kitchen yawning widely as Al shuffled in close behind him. You fiddled with the spoon in your coffee watching him go straight to the coffee maker. Al stood with her sleepy face planted in his back while he prepared two cups. You smiled at their adorable morning routine.
"Morning babies~" you called melodically.
"Oh, morning, F/N." Al peeked at you and yawned.
"Babies?" Sabo questioned.
"Well, Al is a baby now too," you smirked as she blushed and reburied her face in his shirt.
Sabo rolled his eyes and turned to hand his girlfriend her coffee.
"Thank you, Bumblebee," she mumbled before taking a seat next to you at the island.
"It's too early to be subjected to so much cuteness." You chuckled.
"Why are you up so early?" Sabo asked taking a seat across from Al.
"Couldn't sleep. I kept waking Zoro so I decided just to get up."
"That probably more information than needed." he averted his gaze.
"Not like that, Jesus." you scoffed, "Just too restless."
"So is he." Al piped.
You and Sabo sighed.
"It's just a weird feeling in the house." he muttered.
"Yeah, I know." you agreed, "Nami is coming by later to help go through Pops' things. If you want to claim anything let me know. I don't think I can part with anything right now but at least it'll go into storage, so we can have some closure."
"Ties."
"What?" you glanced at the blond.
"Uhm - "he cleared his throat, "I'd like his ties... if you could just put them in my room."
"Sure, honey." You breathed passed the lump in your throat.
The three of you sat in silence for a few moments before Marco entered, eyes widening a fraction to see you all awake so early.
"Morning."
"Hey Pineapple." you greeted.
"Morning." Sabo and Al chimed in unison.
Marco made himself a cup of coffee and eventually claimed the barstool across from you to pick at some muffins Thatch had left in a container for you all to share.
"Hey," you paused unsure of any other way to start this conversation, "Uhm... do you guys happen to know where Ace has been disappearing off to for the last week?"
Your brothers both bristled as Al slowly stood and excused herself sensing an unpleasant conversation was about to take place.
"What makes you ask that?" your older brother asked, "He's just dealing with the loss on his own."
Sabo refused eye contact.
"Sabo," you called sternly.
He never liked when you used that tone.
"You know something." you accused.
"Leave him alone." Marco waved his hand, "It's nothing to worry about. Ace will be fine. We'll all be fine - you said it yourself, right?"
"Ace is not fine." You protested, "I said that because I thought we'd help each other. This is not helping each other."
Sabo shrank back, "We are trying to help."
Your gaze snapped to the younger, "How? By keeping things from me? Does Thatch know?"
You were getting more heated by the second.
"Calm down, yoi." Marco looked at you unfazed by your outburst, "You'll wake the whole damn house."
"Then fucking tell me what's going on here!"
"F/N." Sabo softly called sitting upright again.
He didn't like seeing you upset, much less so angry with him. The two of you shared a special bond as you were the first person he had opened up to and trusted in the house, which is also why it cut you so much deeper that he'd taken part in withholding information from you.
"We'll tell you, just shut up for a second," Marco grumbled.
You reclaimed your stool and tried your best to settle.
"There's a gym," Marco started, "specifically for fighters, boxing, mixed martial arts, that kind of thing. They hold amateur fights a few nights a week. Winner gets a cut of the bets."
You gaped.
"He's sort of got a knack for it." Sabo added, "He hasn't lost a fight yet."
"You're fucking kidding me, right?" you asked incredulously.
"I don't think we sounded like we were kidding, yoi."
"Why would you let him do something like that? And why wouldn't you tell me?" you raised your voice again.
Marco just gestured toward you as if it were obvious.
"Because you yell," Sabo muttered.
"You can't mother the guy his entire life. This is how he wants to cope, leave him be." Marco scolded.
"But he could get seriously injured!" you felt your voice getting shrill, "You know what happens to fighters who take too many hits to the head? Even a body shot jostles the brain."
Marco rolled his eyes, "They provide him gear."
"Gear doesn't mean shit. You're just going to let our little brother go out and fight strangers?"
"He doesn't plan to do it much longer," Sabo added.
"See, it's fine," Marco muttered.
"Your nonchalance is pissing me off." you scoffed standing, "What's this gym?"
"...Red's." Sabo hesitantly answered.
Rage exploded in your chest as you stepped forward.
"Just what do you plan to do?" Marco stood snatching you back by your left wrist.
Before you could think it through properly, your open palm was meeting his cheek with a loud 'slap'.
"Oi!" Marco yelled jerking you roughly back.
Sabo had already made his way between you, "Marco, let her go."
"Sit down." Marco growled, "She can't just hit me."
"What's going on in here?" Zoro had appeared in the doorway glaring at your older brother.
Marco clicked his tongue and released you not having the energy to start a full-on brawl in the kitchen.
"I'm going," you replied rubbing your wrist and squeezing passed your boyfriend.
"Where?!" he called after you too stunned by your attitude to move.
"To murder Shanks," Sabo answered.
#the one#one piece#x reader#marco the phoenix#roronoa zoro#shanks#whitebeard pirates#zoro roronoa x reader#lyndsyh24#slow burn
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I am feeling SO glum because I'm sick and drained of energy and just laying around and my boyfriend's out of state til tomorrow night and it's fucking LONELY laying here on my couch with a headache and a throat made of sandpaper
#i want to do things around the house! managed to hang up a new shower curtain liner today#and threw out some spoiled stuff and other garbage. i put dirty dishes into the dishwasher#i've been drying the bathmats because one of the cats got shit on them overnight andni had to wash both???#even made myself a very easy but filling meal of frozen chicken nuggets lmao#but i want to cook beans and rice for my lunches this week. do a lod of laundry. maybe tidy up#but it all sounds sooo exhausting because having a cold does that to the body#i'm just so restless!!! i'm close to putting out a call for help on f*cebook for people i know in my area#bc i need help getting out the door to buy kn95 masks and a couple grocery things!#feels like my brain is liquefying. laying down and restinf doesn't feel helpful becausw#everything huets a little. i want to make tea with honey for my throat but ughh i'd have to leave the couch#pls help me emotionally idk what to do with myself
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helloooo!! i didn't do a fic rec last month because i was so busy with my exams and barely had time to read, so this month's post is going to comprise of mostly fics i've read in june but also some i've read in may.
thank you to all of the incredible writers, please go support them!! and remember to read all of the tags and possible warnings before reading the fic! here is the list of fics (mostly below the cut):
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•° — led by your beating heart by @missandrogyny
29.4k | E | famous harry/non-famous louis
Nick leans over. "Oh," he says, his voice smug. "Who is that?"
Harry just blinks at his phone. "Um," he manages to stammer out.
"Who's that, Harry?" Nick asks again, but this time he raises his eyebrows and smirks. Harry knows Nick is just teasing, and that he's not really looking for new Harry Styles gossip, but, um. He might have found something. Accidentally.
Harry opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is another 'um'. He really needs to work on translating his thoughts into words. But then it probably wouldn't be any help right now, would it? His mind is as blank as a newly erased etch-a-sketch.
"Oh," Nick says again, this time gleefully, seemingly having picked up on Harry's distress. "Looks like we've got a story here! Are you going to call or delete her number?"
Her number. So Nick thinks it's a girl. Well, Harry can't blame him: 'Lou' is kind of an androgynous nickname. His stylist's name is Lou.
But this Lou, well, Louis, he's kind of, really, really not a girl. He's really pretty though, which, is something.
(Or: AU where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.)
note: this was so funny and cute and well written, and everyone was characterized so perfectly!! i adored the chemistry between louis and harry, this fic kept me smiling for the whole time while i was reading <3
•° — sounds like love to me by @neondiamond
14.6k | G | kid fic
“Do you want to hear the heartbeat?”
Louis watches as Harry’s face falls with the realization that this is one of those things he won’t be able to experience. For a second, Louis considers saying no, to show Harry they’re truly on the same boat through all of this. But he nods in the end, reaching over for Harry’s hand as the doctor flips a switch. Noise fills the room then, and it takes a few seconds for the sound to become clear enough for Louis to make out the baby’s fast heartbeat.
“It’s really fast,” he voices his thoughts out loud as he uses his thumb to tap against the back of Harry’s hand, replicating the rapid rhythm of the baby’s heartbeat. It takes the younger man a little while to figure out what Louis’ doing, but a huge grin breaks out on his face as soon as he does.
“Is that them?” He signs with the other hand, his own eyes starting to tear up when Louis nods.
OR: Harry is deaf, Louis is pregnant. They figure it out.
note: i'm not a fan of mpreg or kid fics in general, but i stumbled across the fic post for this on my dash and the summary sounded really intriguing to me, so i had a go at reading and it did not disappoint!! it was really sweet and fluffy but also so touching and heartbreaking in some parts. plus, i really enjoyed how harry and louis worked together and supported each other.
•° — this restless dream by @afirethatcannotdie
5.6k | NR | first meetings
“Hiii, I called earlier about the dogs?” he asks, taking a few steps closer to the desk where Louis is standing. He’s taller than Louis, with a dimple when he smiles and bright green eyes. There's a cute eagerness about his whole presence. “Do you have any puppies?” He’s a bit like a puppy himself, actually.
AU. Louis works at an animal shelter and Harry wants a puppy. Things don't go quite according to plan.
note: this was so so adorable and soft, especially since i have a soft spot for h&l with pets. i also have a soft spot for h&l being oblivious lovesick idiots and this was perfect!!
•° — all i see is you, lately by @runaway-train-works
2k | G | first meetings
Harry noticed him for the first time three months ago. He couldn’t not, really, what with the man being so pretty and all, and Harry remembers it well because it was three days before his birthday and he had joked to himself that seeing someone so gorgeous for three days on the trot must be an early present from the Gods.
Or
The one where Harry has a crush on a fellow commuter.
note: this one was quite short but so sweet and perfect and lovely!!
•° — the things i'd do to wake up next to you by orphan_account
36.1k | M | amnesia fic
AU. Harry wakes up to a pregnant Louis Tomlinson and a wedding band on his finger.
note: this fic was incredible, i'm always up for an amnesia fic and this one was heart-breaking and realistic but also sweet and fluffy as well :)
•° — this glorious mess by theweightofmywords
14.2k | M | post-breakup
His head lolls to the side, and his eyes float open to focus on what used to be his bedside table.
It’s empty now, devoid of the framed photo of the two of them. And Louis knows that he has no right to feel hurt, but somehow, this only confirms what this really is.
“This is the last time,” he cries, his voice breaking both from pleasure and pain.
“I know, baby,” Harry breathes, burying his face in Louis neck.
note: this is the third mpreg-centric fic i've read this month and... i don't even like mpreg?? but god the premise of this fic intrigued me so much, and it was lovely and emotional and beautifully written.
•° — BLAH BLAH BLAH there's a moment you know (you're f*cked) by @mercurial-madhouse
3.2k | M | spy au
Anyone impulsive enough to betray their country is either foolish or overly-confident. Louis’s too cunning for the former. So his inflated ego tips precariously close to the edge between pride and hubris.
In sum: He may be an expert, (as proven by the .32-cal Beretta Alleycat Harry found strapped to his back) but ex-agent Louis Tomlinson will explode like a busted bullet misfiring in a broken gunbarrel if Harry can find his trigger.
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Or, the spy AU in which Harry thinks he's prepared to meet Louis only to find he's not.
note: the banter and tension in this fic was so good and so fun!! i need moreee
•° — every lonely place by @ham-palpert
38k | E | time travel/alternate lives fic
Facing the fact that he’s been prioritizing his career over his relationship, Harry proposes to his longtime boyfriend Louis on a whim. But when yet another work emergency takes precedence over their plans, Louis decides he’s had enough. Harry goes to bed drunk and alone, and when he wakes, he finds himself in an entirely different world. Over and over again, Harry visits a lifetime he’s once lived, across time and dimensions. And wherever there’s a Harry Styles, there’s a Louis Tomlinson.
note: this was such a unique fic! and such an emotional one too, love the message it sends and the character arc and development was so good
•° — tick-tock by bubblegumclouds
6k | G | soulmate au
When Louis was born to Jay Tomlinson with a tiny 2 years on his clock, it starts the most beautiful love story. Even if things are missed, fate finds a way to make it work.
note: this was just so, so cute and fluffy and sweet! i loved it
•° — baby baby, you're a caramel macchiato by @missandrogyny
3.2k | T | coffee shop au
So, yeah, Harry doesn't think it's that far of a stretch to call himself a good barista. There are some particularly bad ones, and some particularly good ones, and, with his work ethic, his skill, and his charm, he'd probably be lumped in with the latter group.
note: this was so lovely, and i especially really loved the little section talking about louis' name and how it suits him!
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•° — one shines brighter by @afirethatcannotdie
11.8k | T | wedding fic
“Hi, baby. You doing anything fun today?”
Harry shrugs. “Dunno. Thought I’d see how I was feeling before making any plans.”
“You wanna get married?” Louis asks. Harry’s face breaks into a smile, and he nods.
Louis’ lips are just brushing Harry’s when Gemma appears in the hallway. “You two are in so much trouble.”
Harry's wedding was never supposed to be the happiest day of his life. No, that was going to be the day after, when he finally got to start his marriage. Unfortunately his family (and Louis) have other ideas.
Featuring a pair of moms who only want the best for their kids, meddling sisters with too much time on their hands, and a groom who gets caught up in the fairytale.
note: i adore this fic!! it's so so so adorable and so soft and well written, and you can feel how in love h&l are with each other. so so good!
my own fics
•° — under your bed in new york
33.4k | T | exes to lovers
"We know you're still in love with Harry."
Louis' nostrils flared up. "I'm not—"
"Louis."
"I'm not!"
there are many things louis likes to tell himself. we broke up for a reason. it's been so many years. and of course, the classic: i’ve definitely moved on from him. but when he suddenly finds harry back in his life after three years, louis realizes he might be a little less moved on than he thought.
au; spilling coffee onto an ex, being set up on dates, and having a nosy puppy might be all louis needs to find love again
note: i didn't actually write or publish this one this month, but i did edit, revamp and make a fic post for it this month so i thought i'd put it in here anyway. reblog the fic post here!
#28th appreciation#tracksintheam#trackinghome#hl source#1d source#fic rec#my fic rec#2021 recs#fic list#june rec#june 2021 rec#*#sched
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Make It Right ⇾ JHS
↳Pairing : You x Hoseok
Genre : Fluff / Angst if you squint / fake dating if you squint
Words: +17k
Warnings : Oral (f), tying
Summary: Sometimes all you need is some pretending.
A/N: Surprise! I'm not dead (yet). I know I have my Jimin's story to work on, but sometimes my brain refuses to cooperate with me fml.
One day i swear i'll be on time. Happy Birthday again babe! @hopikoya
*
Going to a club one week before your exams was probably the worst idea ever. You knew it. Your boyfriend apparently knew it too but still insisted to go which resulted in you going too because come on, you didn’t want to be a party pooper (his words, not yours). You loathed the idea; you weren’t particularly fond of clubs to begin with, half of the time you went for the sake of your boyfriend and half of the time you would sip on your drink at the bar and watch him have fun with his friends, ignoring your existence while you were bored to death.
Just like tonight. Except tonight, there was something in the air, something bad and ominous. Your guts were telling you to go back home, forget about your boyfriend, have fun by yourself instead of staying at the club at two in the morning where half of the crowd was drunk if not completely wasted.
But did you listen to the little voice in your head? Of course not.
From your favorite (not so much) spot at the club, you sipped your second mojito while watching your boyfriend, Hyeonwu, having fun. From the way he was moving, you were certain he had drunk more than he could handle - you sighed at that, knowing beforehand that the night would be very long. You should have stayed home.
But you didn’t and for what? For a relationship that was doomed from the very beginning. Hyeonwu and you were different, too different even. He was outgoing, popular, arrogant from time to time (it stung to admit it to yourself).
Everything you weren’t.
You didn’t like clubbing, you didn’t like being the center of attention but because you liked him, because he chose you, you accepted to sacrifice everything you were for him.
Tonight was one of those nights, your heart was aching, your mind was restless and you couldn’t help but think that this relationship had to stop before you would get hurt. More than you already were.
Ironically enough, Hyeonwu was the one to give you a good reason for finally snapping from your role of the perfect, innocent and docile girlfriend. Instead of asking you to dance with him (you weren’t even sure he remembered he came at the club with you), he found himself another girl to dance with, a girl willing to be what you couldn’t: daring, provocative and would say yes to anything.
You would have accepted to put up with his behavior if only his hands didn’t roam around her body the way it would with you. If he didn’t start kissing her neck as if he wasn’t taken, as if you weren’t in this club too.
You couldn’t do it.
"Excuse me," You called for the bartender. "Can I have a glass of water please?"
He eyed you, annoyed with your request but pushed the glass of water towards you nevertheless.
You didn’t thank him for that considering how rude he was to you anyway, instead you started walking towards them while you still had the courage, while your blood was still boiling and you felt like punching him from stomping your heart.
Once you were close enough, you emptied your glass right at Hyeonwu, he was the one you were aiming, the one who had angered you but the girl got splashed anyway too. They both jumped, the girl shrieking loudly (even with the loud music you heard her) while Hyeonwu groaned and checked his clothes.
"The fuck." He was mad, even in his drunken state he was mad and his eyes found yours quite soon.
A nice boyfriend would have apologized right away; would have felt bad about what he did but Hyeonwu? No. The sight of you only made him angrier.
"What do you think you’re doing, woman?" He growled at you and took a dangerous step towards you.
"Me?" You scoffed at his words. And here you became the villain when really, you were the victim.
And then he took another dangerous step that should have scared you if you weren’t so angry yourself. "Yes, you, Y/N."
"Don’t you dare blaming me, babe." You swore to yourself it would be the only time you would accept to make a scene while being surrounded by strangers. The only time you would want to be the center of attention, because you wanted him to feel bad, to feel humiliated for what he had done.
He didn’t of course.
"Oh please. Always ruining the fun for others. Aren’t you tired?" He scoffed in return.
"Ruining the fun?" You repeated to yourself, words sounding foreign to you. How were you ruining the fun when he was being unfaithful? Certainly your relationship wasn’t what it used to be but still. How could he? By the time you wanted to snap back at him, he was back by the other girl’s side, checking on her.
"You got to be kidding me."
"Hyeonwu." The girl warned him about you getting dangerously closer to them.
In that moment, maybe you had underestimated Hyeonwu’s state. Maybe you had also underestimated your own state. And maybe, finally, you had completely misjudged the person who you used to date. The words died on your tongue as Hyeonwu raised his hand - you shut your eyes tightly, ready for the slap, for the wakeup call.
But it never came.
Surprised, heart roaring in your ears, you opened your eyes but not quite ready to see what was right before your eyes. Someone, in this mess, chose to stand up for you. Before Hyeonwu’s hand could reach your face, a man interfered. A man you couldn’t see except for his back, for his dark brown hair.
Your first thought was that you couldn’t believe Hyeonwu would go as far as try to hit you. Your second thought was about the crazy stranger who, without being asked, chose to stand up for you. It was dumb and dangerous and so not his business but for a short moment it made you feel safe.
“Who the hell are you?” Hyeonwu yanked his arm free from the stranger’s grip, annoyed and more than willing to fight.
But the stranger didn’t seem fazed or impressed despite all the muscles and for Hyeonwu being taller than him. “What kind of man are you? You were about to hit a woman, I couldn’t possibly stand aside and watch it.”
Despite your anger, despite your pain, his voice stirred something inside you; it was strangely familiar and brought a fuzzy memory to your mind. But it couldn’t be, you told yourself. There was no way, so you chose to shove back the memory and concentrate on your present.
“How chivalrous of you but I suggest you to mind your damn business instead of mingling with mine.” Hyeonwu took a step towards him but was quickly held back by the other girl who looked nervously at the two man. At least she didn’t want it to get messier.
“Please don’t.” She begged him.
You shook your head, whispering a ‘no’ and a ‘it can’t be’ as your eyes darted back and forth between Hyeonwu and the girl. And here you thought Hyeonwu was too drunk, thought he had picked a random girl. He didn’t. He so obviously didn’t but somehow, all this time you managed not to see what was right under your nose. Your anger vanished as fast as it came; defeated you had no more strength left to fight Hyeonwu, no more strength left to make him understand how cruel he was to you when all you ever did was try to please him.
Home. You wanted to go home. Except and sadly for you, you lived with him.
“Fine.” You heard Hyeonwu, “Whatever.”
He left. Without a word, without a single glance, making it look like you didn’t exist. You swallowed your tears, your pain, refusing to crumble in a damn club.
Once sure Hyeonwu wouldn’t try to go back on his word, your savior turned to look at you. If you weren’t feeling so down, so empty, you would have realized sooner that the stranger was more familiar than you thought. If you weren’t worrying about your future, you would have noticed how he opened his mouth to speak – you chose the same moment to turn your back and leave. You needed to escape for the sake of your sanity. Or what was left of it.
*
In your misery, you happened to be quite lucky. When the next day you got back to your shared flat, Hyeonwu was nowhere to be seen and for that you were thankful. You didn’t know whenever it was intentional on his behalf or if he had simply stayed somewhere else, either way it gave you enough time to gather all your most important belongings and leave this place.
It hurt. Your heart, your pride, but you told yourself it was for the best.
Mina welcomed you at her tiny place with opened arms. She didn’t ask for details, giving you time to adjust and sort your thoughts; she would listen when you needed it. She always did.
Mina’s flat was small but cozy, filled with plants of all sorts, with fluffy blankets on wooden chairs, on the couch, with candles all around the place. It was the dream of any witches in your opinion, but it felt like home and just like her.
As you came back with your suitcase, you were greeted with a soft meow, followed by Mina’s fluffy black and white cat that Mina chose to call Pie because she kept saying cutie pie (you had rolled your eyes at that).
“Hello there.” You kneeled to Pie’s level and rubbed its head.
“There you are!” Mina came out of the kitchen, wearing a cute pink apron. She beamed at you and showed you the way. “I freed three shelves for you.”
It was sweet and you were grateful to have such a good friend but you didn’t intend to stay. Not for long at least. Hopefully.
“I know that look.” She interrupted your trail of thoughts. “You don’t bother me, don’t worry. Take your time.”
You smiled.
*
By some odds, your big brother was back in the country which was a good thing because you hadn’t seen him for whole two years and living with him could be nice. Back when you used to live together, you were partners in crime, driving your parents crazy. So of course, when you received one morning his message telling he was back, you jumped on the opportunity and asked to meet him.
When you got to the café, it took you less than two seconds to spot your brother. How could you not when few females were openly flirting with him. That brought back some goods memories; you smiled and shook your head in feign despair. Some things just never change.
“I see your popularity is still no joke despite you being an old man now.”
Your voice made him forget all about the women around him. He jumped from his chair, too excited and bounced on you (attracting even more attention on both of you). You laughed at his eagerness as his arms circled tightly your waist – Jimin lifted you from the floor and spun you around laughing along with you.
“I’ve missed you so much!” Jimin put you back on the floor but his arms stayed around you. He was beaming, so happy, eyes twinkling at the sight of you. “Look at you.” His hand found your cheek, fingers stroking gently your skin which brought back flashes of memories of your younger days. “Not a kid anymore, are you?”
Your brother was being dramatic. “Oh come on. I didn’t change that much!” But maybe you did, in a way.
Jimin led you to a chair before taking place before you. “You did.”
“And you’re being dramatic.”
“That too.” He smiled sheepishly at you. “And for your information, I’m not old.”
Such a familiar and warm smile – you had missed him a lot.
For a moment, you forgot all about why you were so eager to see him. For a moment, it was just you and your brother and you wanted to catch up with him. “How was it?” Your eyes shone brightly, curious and excited to hear his stories. “How was England?”
“Rainy. Cold.” He chuckled at that. Jimin put his elbows on the table and rested his head in the palm of his hand. “But it was interesting. I will definitely go back there.”
“And leave us again!”
“Oh you missed me that much, pumpkin?”
“Of course I did! Nobody annoys me as much as you do.”
“Not even your boyfriend? What was his name again? Hyeo-, I don’t remember.” Another time you would have rolled your eyes at him because Jimin did remember Hyeonwu’s name, he just didn’t like him that much. But then again, he never liked your boyfriends. This time, however, you didn’t roll your eyes, you didn’t sigh in despair. No, you flinched and clenched your fists under the table.
Jimin noticed the change in your mood instantly. He frowned, taken aback. “What is it, Y/N?” Jimin asked despite having an idea of what had happened while he was away. “Do I need to punch someone?”
For a short moment, you allowed yourself to smile as you imagined your adorable but idiot of brother trying to fight with Hyeonwu who was much taller and stronger than him. “Don’t be ridiculous.” But it felt nice knowing that your brother still had your back.
“Oh but I’m very serious. “
This time you rolled your eyes. “You’re just looking for a fight.”
Jimin pointed at himself in fake disbelief. “Never!”
But you knew better. “I need a place to live.”
At first Jimin seemed confused and you quickly realized your mistake. Nobody, including your parents, were aware that you chose to live with your, well now ex-boyfriend for the past year. You gulped as you saw Jimin’s jaw twitch, eyes darkening with every passing seconds. To say that your big brother was not delighted would be the understatement of the century. But for once, instead of cowering in fear (because your brother could turn from a ball of fluff to a very angry and scary man), you huffed and chose to ignore his behavior. “Oh don’t judge me, will you? I already have enough on my plate.”
Jimin opened his mouth (probably to say something mean) but close it right away. He closed his eyes, counted to ten and then looked at you again. “Where are you staying now?”
“With Mina.”
Jimin hummed in response. “Good, good. I guess you want to move in with me then?”
He, of course, said yes.
*
Living with Jimin was nothing like you thought it would be. You expected him to set rules for you to make sure you wouldn’t disturb his life too much with your presence. You expected not to see much of him because your big brother was a busy man (and you were convinced it wasn’t only because of work). But none of that happened. No, living with Jimin felt like being back at home, minus parents’ presence of course.
Jimin did everything in his power to make you feel at ease. He let you redecorate the spare room, the kitchen, the living room, not caring whether the outcome would suit his taste or not as long as it meant you felt at home.
You had the best brother in the world.
"Hey pumpkin," Jimin called for you from his room, he was getting ready. "My friends are coming over. I hope you don’t mind."
You scoffed as you leaned against the door, rolling your eyes at him. No, really, why would he think it would bother you when he was being so nice. "And if it bothers me, are you going to take your little boys’ night to another place?"
Jimin froze for a short moment, pondering on your question. You worried for a minute that he took you seriously but he grinned and you relaxed. "I’d have to get rid of you actually. Maybe I’d lock you in your room."
"You don’t have a key."
"I actually do."
Now you were worried which didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin because he laughed, hard.
"I would have found a solution." Jimin finally said and got closer to you. He put his hands on your shoulders and gave it a squeeze. "This is your place too."
You shook your head in half disbelief, refusing to show him how his words made your heart swell with love and pride to have Jimin for your brother. "Ts, so annoying." You smiled nevertheless. "So, who’s coming?"
Jimin’s grin only widened. "You probably remember some of them! We’ve been friends since high school."
And remember them you did.
*
To say that you were mortified at the fact that the stranger from the other night stood in the middle of the living room, talking and smiling brightly at your brother, would be an understatement. Your heart leapt in your throat as one more realization finally dawned on you.
This man. This very handsome, with bright smile man, was no stranger at all. No, this man was no other than Jung Hoseok, one of Jimin’s best friend. But Hoseok wasn’t only Jimin’s friend. No, you remembered all too well how you had felt for years about him.
He was your crush. Your personal sunshine who loved teasing you whenever you were in the room. How you managed to not recognize him that night, you didn’t know and you tried not to think much about it either. For the sake of your broken heart.
The Hoseok from your memory and the Hoseok standing now, despite being the same person, felt extremely different. He was still of course as handsome, as shining but despite his huge smile, despite his laugh, there was something dark about him and you couldn’t tell whether it was a good or a bad thing.
Hoseok’s eyes found yours; something flashed through his eyes, maybe he recognized you as just Jimin’s sister or maybe he recognized you from that night, either way, your treacherous heart missed a beat and you found yourself blushing under his gaze.
Jimin noticed his attention had shifted. One look at you and his eyes shined brighter than ever. "Guys! I think you all remember my cute little sister, Y/N?" Then he double checked you, "Though she’s not little anymore."
"I’m still cute though." You cut him before he could make fun of you. To that Jimin only chuckled.
"Y/N!"
Too stunned with Hoseok, you barely noticed that two other men were in the room and you happened to remember them too. Namjoon and Taehyung - you waved shyly at them.
It was strange to meet them again after such a long time. Despite being curious about them, about what they had become, your eyes were once again on Hoseok and to your utter surprise he was still watching you with a knowing smile. God. You came to realization that you had to avoid him and avoid being alone in the room with him, too scared of what could happen.
*
Through the night, you had found out many useful and not so useful information such as your brother was still a complete dork whenever he was surrounded by his friends, it was as if he hadn’t aged a day (which made you smile fondly at him and joke around). Then, you found that Namjoon became a scientist - not a surprise. The Namjoon you remembered always carried a bag with books too complicated to understand for average people (or ‘for poor mortals like us’ was what Jimin used to say).
Taehyung, and probably to his parents’ dismay, chose the life of an artist; he became a photographer and travelled the world. That didn’t surprise you that much either. You expected him to become a model, nobody could ignore a face like his, but apparently Taehyung enjoyed being the one to take photos.
"Aren’t you going to ask me what I became?" Hoseok asked from his chair, hand on his heart, he feigned being incredibly offended and hurt (apparently, he didn’t like being ignored, especially by you).
You chewed on your lip, weighting the risks; if you snapped at him, Jimin would know you had met Hoseok somewhere and you didn’t feel like explaining yourself but if you kept ignoring him - it would be risky too. So you put on a big, fake smile on your face and looked at him. "What about you, Hobi?"
A glint of something dark and dangerous lit in his eyes, only few seconds and it was gone. But you saw it. You shivered but refused to show any of it. There was no way you could still be crushing on him, you told yourself. But apparently your brain and your body didn’t quite agree on that.
Hoseok chuckled. "I’m delighted to hear my nickname. Nobody had called me ‘Hobi’ for a while."
Jimin cleared his throat but before he could say anything else, Taehyung stepped in. "I call you Hobi every day though."
Ha!
Hoseok shot Taehyung’s a nasty gaze that would have sent any normal person cowering in fear but Taehyung only blew a kiss before winking at you. Well, that was something.
Defeated, Hoseok ran his fingers through his hair. "Yes, that you do. But you’re not a fine lady, Taehyung." Then he looked at him, up and down, "Unless you’re hiding something from us?"
Taehyung eyed him for a moment. "Do you want to see my dick to be sure I’m a man?"
That made all of them relax and laugh - you included.
"So?" You looked at Hoseok, smiling more sincerely at him. "What do you do, Hobi?"
He looked surprised but quickly regained his composure and smiled back. "I actually work with Jimin."
"Poor souls." Was your only comment which made Jimin slap your arm.
*
"You look better." Hoseok’s voice startled you and the cup slipped from your hands but fortunately for you he was fast to catch it before it could shatter. You cursed under your breath; cursing both Hoseok for taking you by surprise and yourself for being so jumpy because of him. "Sorry. I didn’t want to scare you."
You straightened your back with a huff; Hoseok looked too smug for your liking. "The only thing that scares me is your eyes." Which was half true. His eyes did something to you that you didn’t quite like.
"What about them?" But you refused to answer that; there was no way Hoseok wasn’t aware of what he was doing and you refused to play his little game. Which made you wonder, was he always like this?
"What about them, Y/N?" He repeated.
Hoseok took a step towards you and you step back and repeated till your back hit the table and you found yourself trapped between Hoseok and the table. He was playing a dangerous game and you shouldn’t let him but there was something so alluring - you couldn’t resist.
He had his arms at each side of you, hovering over you. This was definitely not the Hoseok you were used to.
You licked your lips nervously, eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his very inviting lips. You had to be mad to even contemplate the idea of kissing him, it would be so easy. "When did you become so daring?"
Hoseok actually chuckled at that. "I always was. I just didn’t want to scare you back then; you were such a cute little girl."
"You’re just seven years older, I wasn’t a little girl back then." You were but the stubborn part of you refused to let him win and apparently Hoseok realized it too as he laughed.
"The last time I saw you, you were eighteen. Was it at your birthday party?" He got a hold on a strand of your hair, twisting it, curling around his finger, he was lost in his memories - he smiled and looked straight into your eyes. "Jimin got mad at you because you wore an incredibly revealing electric blue dress."
Your breath hitched in your throat. How could Hoseok remember something that had happened five years ago? Something you would have forgotten if not for Jimin’s scolding.
"Can’t blame him. If I was in his shoes, I would have thrown you over my shoulder and brought you back to your room to change." He brought the strand closer to his lips and you swore your heart missed a beat.
Fuck. You were still crushing on him.
"Now, since I’m not your brother, I can tell you that I enjoyed the view." Then, he leaned closer till his warm breath reached your ear. "And I wished I could do more than just watching from afar."
Shit.
But that was it. No matter how much Hoseok wanted to toy with you, there were limits (or more exactly, there was a Jimin) - he took a step back. "Sorry, sorry. I can’t help it; you look just as easy to tease as back then."
That was your wake up call. You jolted from your place and put as much space as you could between Hoseok and you. You looked at him with mixed feelings. A part of you enjoyed hearing those words, those confessions from him, on the other hand his behavior made your blood boil with anger. How dared he?
You stormed out of the room, deciding that there was no way you could deal with this Hoseok tonight. Or any other night.
Later, however, you found a tiny piece of paper along with a phone number and instead of throwing it in the bin, you hid it safely in your sketchbook.
*
"I’m glad to see you’re not doing your puppy eyes to Hoseok anymore." Jimin plumped on the bed beside you, disturbing your peaceful drawing moment. The mere mention of Hoseok made you tighten your grip on your pencil and by some miracle it didn’t break under your strength.
Jimin noticed it and cocked a brow at you. "Interesting." He nudged your leg with his feet to get your attention - you refused to acknowledge his presence if he wanted to talk about this annoying friend of his. "You used to follow me everywhere as long as Hoseok was around."
No, you wanted to protest but then, that would be a lie. You did follow Jimin as much as you could only to be able to see Hoseok (even if half of the time you couldn’t muster the courage to talk to him which only amused both of your brother and Hoseok).
"Back then I thought it was cute. Annoying too, but I couldn’t even get mad with you."
"Is it heading somewhere or?" You finally looked at him and you regretted it instantly. Jimin had a smirk plastered on his face which was bad omen for you. "Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Get out."
"Oh come on, pumpkin!" He nudged you again. "I won’t talk about embarrassing memories." He promised which was probably not his initial plan. "However, what was this all about with Hoseok earlier?"
Jimin was too observant, you used to know it but somehow it had escaped your mind.
You sighed in defeat, closed your sketchbook. "Nothing." That didn’t sound as convincing as you expected - you cleared your voice, awkwardly. "Maybe I was embarrassed with how I used to be around him."
"Hm." Jimin didn’t sound convinced but shrugged, choosing for once that he could live with it. "Fine." He jumped from your bed, "But just so you know, I don’t believe you."
You simply stuck your tongue out and let him leave.
Yes, it was good living with Jimin.
*
Mina chocked on her Frappuccino, not believing your words. “You’re kidding, right?” But seeing that you kept your face straight, Mina understood that it was not some kind of joke. “You’re not kidding.” She wiped her mouth with a tissue and then really looked at you. “Well shit.”
You snorted. ‘Well shit’ was almost your initial reaction too. Except it had changed. A little. Or not. The moment Hoseok had showed his true colors, you forgot all about your crush and just wanted to smash his pretty little head. That was a lie. You didn’t want to smash his head, you wanted something else but refused to admit it to yourself.
“Is it what people call fate?” Mina wondered out loud, ready to elaborate her theories (to your biggest dismay). “Not only your savior was, is a hot mess-“
“I never said he was hot! I only said I used to crush on him when I was younger.” You regretted your outburst the moment it left your mouth as Mina’s wicked grin only widened.
“Potato, potato.” Mina wiggled her finger at you. “And this same hot stranger is actually your brother’s best friend and the guy you used to crush on. This is fate.”
“This is bullshit.” You snapped back but Mina didn’t seem fazed with your attempt to protest and prove her wrong. Maybe you could try harder but sadly, you knew she was a lost cause and because you did believe it was a rather nice coincidence.
The mere thought of Hoseok made your blood roar in your ears as images from the last time with him flashed through your mind. It had been days and there must be something wrong with you because no matter how hard you tried you would think about him, about how close he got to you when you were trapped between his body and the table.
“What are you going to do about him?” Mina resumed sipping on her drink but she was watching you, gawking at you.
“Nothing.” What could you possibly do? Even if he was Jimin’s friend (which was already a big deal) and even if Hoseok seemed inclined to flirt shamelessly with you, you didn’t know him well enough and you were scared of who he was. Scared but intrigued. And maybe tempted.
“I don’t believe you.”
“You should.”
“Is it about Hyeonwu? It’s over. You need to move on.” And because Mina knew all too well, she raised her hand to stop you from snapping at her. “I know you loved him. And I’m not telling you to pursue that hotmess or even fall for him. I’m just saying that a little distraction can be very helpful. And from what you’re telling me, this dude seems to be into this kind of distraction.”
You thought about this option for a moment, slumping further in your seat. Mina was right, it could be helpful but it didn’t change the fact that Hoseok was Jimin’s best friend; it was too dangerous to consider. You shook your head in defeat but before you could share your mind, two men stepped inside the café.
Two all too familiar men.
Two incredibly annoying men too.
You bit on your lips hard before letting a groan out. “You got to be kidding me.”
Mina followed your gaze, curious at your sudden change of behavior – what she saw did not disappoint her. She easily recognized one of the two men; she had seen some old pictures of you and Jimin and she must admit that you both looked quite alike. The second man, however, she did not recognize but judging from your reaction she had a little guess.
“The blond one is your brother I suppose?” You nodded, half hearing her, your eyes were on them. “And the other one is…?”
“Hoseok.” You regretted whispering his name. It was as if, despite the chattering around you, despite the music, he still heard you – his eyes were on you. Fuck.
But maybe for once you were lucky. Hoseok only winked at you (which didn’t go unnoticed by Mina) and turned back to Jimin who was, surprisingly, oblivious to the little exchange.
Mina whistled before averting her eyes. "I must say, it’s one thing to see your brother in photos and find him cute - but damn girl, he’s hot as hell. Can I have his number?"
"Fuck off."
She laughed.
*
Another day, another party and another regret. Clearly, last time should have been enough for you for many reasons but when Mina begged you to go with her, how exactly were you supposed to say no? She promised to not stay long which you believed her; Mina at least had control over time she spent dancing and drinking and she would never leave you alone unless you asked her to. It was why you said yes.
The regret came once you were inside.
It was a birthday party of one of a guy from your class whose name you had already forgotten but he sure as hell was famous considering how crowded and noisy it was.
"Oh it’s going to be so much fun!" Mina almost squealed beside you. She flipped her hair and winked playfully at you. "Let’s grab a drink babe."
You had to admit that despite the crowd, despite the place being noisy, the music was good and you couldn’t possibly say no to free snacks (and drinks) and maybe Mina’s enthusiasm was slowly rubbing on you as you found yourself smiling.
That was until a very familiar voice echoed from somewhere near you. Mina froze on the spot, two drinks in her hand - so did you. Hyeonwu was at the party which you should have expected. He was a social butterfly, of course he would go to a big birthday party.
You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and counted till ten. Mina got to your side and handed you the drink (that was incredibly needed).
"Is killing still forbidden in this country?" Mina joked though she did look like she was about to murder someone in cold blood.
"Sadly." You patted her back. There was little you could do in this situation; you could be a winner and simply ignore the tightness in your chest, enjoy the night; or you could be a looser by going home and crying the whole night. You refused to give up so easily.
Sadly for you, it wasn’t over.
"What about Y/N?" You heard someone ask about you - this time you felt your heart leaping in your throat. Why did people still need to talk about you, about your relationship? You considered it rude.
"What about her?" Hyeonwu asked sounding particularly disinterested.
"Since I don’t see her with you, I guess the rumors are true - you broke up."
"Not like she mattered anyway."
Maybe you were going to kill him after all before Mina could even lay her hands on him.
"I’m going to kill him." She growled dangerously beside you.
"Don’t. I really don’t want to visit you in jell and bring you oranges."
"I would rather you bring me chocolate."
You both looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Hyeonwu was an ass and he could go to hell; you would not let yourself be weak, you would not let yourself shed any more tear. No.
"I think I need something stronger."
It seemed like a good idea at the moment.
You learnt much much later that it was, in fact, a very bad idea.
Awful idea.
Especially when the last thing you remembered was Mina telling you to slow down on alcohol.
*
God.
You should quit drinking, not like it was a habit of yours but surely you had outdone yourself considering how your head felt; heavy, splitting. In fact, you felt like you were dying.
Your whole body ached, moving in the bed was pure torture.
Bed.
You jolted in the bed and regretted it instantly as the room spun around you and you felt a wave of nausea. You clamped your hand over your mouth; god, you were a mess.
You pushed back the blanket covering your body only to see that you weren’t naked but you weren’t wearing your own clothes either which definitely wasn’t much better. No, you wore a black shirt that was way too big for you, reaching your mid thighs.
Another wave of nausea.
To say that despite you being hungover you panicked at the idea of being somewhere you didn’t know with someone you didn’t know would be an understatement. You took a deep breath, calming your crazy heart and trying to keep your wish to empty your stomach at bay. You forced yourself to replay the party in your head.
The music, the people you had met, Mina, even Hyeonwu and his words you could remember. But you leaving with someone? That was a big mystery. No matter how hard you tried to remember, to even catch a glimpse of a memory - it didn’t work. There was nothing you could do except being, for once, a big girl and go face the unknown in hope that whoever’s place it was, was a nice person.
But the reality that welcomed you once you stepped out of the safety of the room was so much better.
Or worse.
Really, it was all about perspective.
Hoseok was preparing a breakfast for both of you, music playing and he sang along; you thought he was unaware of your presence. Oh how wrong you were. "Sit."
I’m going to be sick. It was one thing believing you ended up so drunk you would leave with a stranger or maybe a fellow student of your college but it was a whole new level of panic to find yourself in Hoseok’s shirt and in his kitchen. ‘How’ and ‘why’ were on the tip of your tongue but Hoseok turned around, hands on his hips he looked like an angry parent instead of - your crush.
Helplessly you followed his order.
"Good girl." Was the only thing he said and then, he resumed his preparation.
How confusing. He didn’t try to mock you or to explain, it was as if all of it was perfectly normal. As if you were friends. As if you hadn’t done something stupid. God, you hoped, no, you prayed you hadn’t done something stupid.
You cleared your throat, quite awkwardly. "How bad was it?" A part of you was scared to know, but you had to know and start somewhere.
Hoseok ignored your question.
It bothered you to no end that he chose to keep his mouth shut when he could find so many reasons to either scold you or mock you. He did none of that. He busied himself with the breakfast and only when pancakes, Nutella, orange juice and coffee was on the table, he finally sat across from you.
“Eat.”
Your jaw clenched. “Are you going to order me around or are you going to answer my questions?”
Hoseok sighed. He put his elbows on the table and rested his head in the palm of his hand. “I don’t think you’re ready for answers to be honest, Y/N.”
It did something to you the way he said your name. It shouldn’t, really, but it did. You gulped, staring nervously back at him – he looked too damn smug (and handsome with all the sun on his face). “It’s that bad.”
“You have no idea.”
“Shit.” You slammed your head on the table, startling Hoseok with your sudden gesture; he was ready to jump from his place and to get to you but then you turned your face to look at him, miserable and ready to curse yourself and your life.
Hoseok chuckled and shook his head in defeat. Cooking had eased his mind and calmed his nerves. But seeing you genuinely upset with yourself was enough to unsettle him and make his anger vanish. “You were a mess.”
You blinked at his words; finally he was willing to make you remember (and if not, explain) what happened. “How bad?”
“Well. According to your friend you got into a fight.”
“A fight?! Oh my god, with who?”
Hoseok bit on his lips, trying hard not to laugh at you. “You punched your ex.”
You stood from your seat too fast and felt dizzy right away. With a blink of an eye, Hoseok was by your side, a hand on your back and steadying before you could collapse on the floor. “Easy tiger.”
“Sorry.” You sat back. “It can’t be. I’ve never hit anybody in my life.” Then you thought about a time when Jimin had intentionally told your parents about your supposed weekend with your friend which was a cover for your weekend with your boyfriend. It was the only time you truly got mad at Jimin and had punched him in the face. “Well, except for Jimin.”
“Shocking.” Hoseok feigned surprise. “He does deserve a beating from time to time.”
Despite your anxiety, you chuckled. “And what happened after I hit him?”
Hoseok’s whole face darkened for a second; it was so fast you could have imagined it. But you didn’t. “According to your friend, he tried to slap you. Again. Luckily for him, your friend got you out of his way before he could do so.”
It was a very odd thing to witness. Hoseok was clearly annoyed, no, angry with Hyeonwu, maybe because he didn’t like men who would raise their hand on women or maybe it was just because of you, either way it was odd but nice. “You’re angry.”
Hoseok didn’t deny it. “I am. But not only with this piece of shit. Last night I was angry with you too.”
“Why me?” You frowned, “Did I do something else?”
Hoseok considered telling you the truth. He eyed you from head to toes, eyes lingering a little longer than acceptable on your bare legs before shaking his head. He wouldn’t tell but his gaze was enough to tell you that you had done something stupid.
“Don’t tell me I jump on you.” You almost begged him.
Hoseok blinked before bursting into laughter. “I would have loved that.”
His response confused you. If you didn’t jump on him (which would have explained his shirt on you) then what was it? You glanced at your hands and then at Hoseok, scowling half angrily at him – he flicked gently your forehead in response. “Really, you don’t want to remember this part.”
Your eyes widened in realization; there could be only one other thing that could embarrass you. “Oh no. Please, tell me I didn’t throw up.”
Hoseok winced at the memory. “You did and then passed out in my bathroom.”
You buried your face in between your hands, wanting the floor to swallow you whole. You regretted bitterly your poor choices in life. First you got wasted, then you thought it would be cool to punch your ex (he completely deserved it). “Wait. How did you know I was at this party?”
“You messaged me.”
“I did what?”
Hoseok showed you his phone and the messages you exchanged in your drunken state. Bloody hell. Second reminder to yourself: quit drinking. You should have called for Jimin but instead you chose Hoseok (and here you thought you would never dare to send him a message). You told him how lonely you felt and that you wanted to leave the party. This was embarrassing, enough for you to hide for a while but you also couldn’t ignore the fact (and it warmed your heart more than it should) that instead of ignoring your texts, Hoseok came for you.
"You could have called Jimin." That was definitely not what you wanted to say. A ‘thank you’ would have been better but somehow you wanted to know why he came.
"He would have asked why you asked for me instead of him." Hoseok sighed, too aware that he was playing a dangerous game that could not end well. "I shouldn’t have left you my number. But you know what? A part of me is happy I did." Hoseok gently took your hand and started rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. "Who knows what would have happened otherwise?"
Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes darted back and forth between his face and his hand.
This Hoseok seemed so much more familiar compare to the one you had faced last time. He was sweet and gentle and of course a little tease.
"You know," Hoseok started, he watched you trying to figure him out, "If love doesn’t work for you maybe you should try something else."
*
To say that you didn’t think about the morning with Hoseok or his words would be a lie because you did. Quite often even. A part of you clung to the memory of his touches, of his words but another, and the more rational part of you told you to forget and to move on.
You couldn’t.
You couldn’t forget when you saw Hoseok every now and then. Hoseok made it even harder; he would never miss a chance to tease you (whether it was about that day or another subject) when nobody was looking.
One word from you and you could have stopped it. But you didn’t. No. You could pretend you didn’t like all this attention but it would be another lie - you loved it.
You sighed as once more you were thinking about Hoseok. How troublesome.
It was getting late. You should have been home for a while now but because of the project you were working on, you had to stay later than usual. Jimin had promised to meet you after work with cookies which would have been perfect after such a long day - Jimin was late.
One glance at your phone - still no news from your brother which worried you. Did he somehow forget about you? That would be very unlike him but the alternative scared you.
A car stopped right by your side. You glanced at the car but quickly averted your eyes, it wasn’t Jimin’s.
The person inside the car however wasn’t done with you. Winding down the window - you heard a familiar voice calling for you. A voice that made your skin tingle and warm right away.
"Hobi?"
"Get in." He smiled brightly at you, "I’m your driver for tonight."
Oh. Oh boy.
It took you all self control not to show him how you felt about it, instead you hurried to get inside his car and tried to look casual. "Do I want to know why you’re here instead of Jimin?"
"Ouch. A lesser man would have been hurt with your words, princess." Hoseok, however, didn’t seem that hurt in your opinion - he winked playfully at you and started the car. "Jimin is stuck in the office so I offered to pick you up."
"How nice of you, oh my savior." You couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him.
Hoseok laughed and to your utter surprise patted your naked leg. It was such a simple gesture, probably with no intention behind, but your body reacted on it own, burning under his touch. You bit on your lips and tried to regain composure, but your mind seemed to concentrate only at the spot on your leg Hoseok had touched. Geez Y/N, calm the hell down!
"How come you were staying so late?"
You welcomed this distraction with a sigh of relief; if Hoseok noticed he didn’t comment. "I’m working on my art project and I’m a little behind the schedule."
"You’re art major?" Hoseok was surprised for a short moment before memories flashed through his mind. "Right. Why am I even surprised." He chuckled to himself. "I remember you spending hours drawing or painting while we would be playing games in the background. I don’t know how you managed to concentrate with all the noise."
At least he admitted that they were the noisiest persons you had ever met. But truth to be told, it never bothered you. Yes they were loud and would try to distract you when you weren’t even trying to talk to them, but their energy, their pure friendship, the atmosphere around them was something that fueled your inspiration. "I never minded."
Hoseok glanced at you, one brow arched. "Really?"
You nodded, a small smile forming on your lips. "It helped me."
"Well, if you’re ever stuck, just call us. I’ll be more than glad to be noisy." He joked.
"Will do."
*
Asking Jimin about Hoseok without actually letting him know how you felt was tricky. Jimin knew you like the back of his hand which meant that whether you tried tricking him into believing that your questions were out of pure curiosity or not would end the same way: Jimin knowing your tiny crush on Hoseok was not as tiny as you thought.
You took the risk anyway.
While Jimin was drinking his coffee and reading newspaper, you sat in front of him and poured yourself some coffee too. "Hey Jimin," He only acknowledged your presence with a hum, waiting for whatever you wanted to say. "Are you planning to have a boys night soon?"
Jimin lowered the newspaper, checked your face before resuming his reading without giving you a proper answer which made you scowl at him. Was he in a bad mood? "Jimin-"
"Don’t say it." He interrupted you before you could try again, still without looking at you.
You blinked, confused. "Say what?"
"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to ask."
You huffed and crossed you arms over your chest; you couldn’t believe he could possibly know what was on your mind. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." But you did.
Jimin slammed his newspaper on the table (and you winced at his reaction), his eyes dark and threatening were on you. Well, you had completely forgotten that your bother could get quite intimidating when he wanted to. You chose not to cower and just huff one more time in annoyance and maybe a tad of provocation.
"You aren’t asking when I’m going to see my friends. "Jimin pointed at you, "You’re asking when I’m going to invite Hoseok over so you could see him again."
Yeah, ok, Jimin really knew what he was talking about. You bit on your lips, contemplating whether you should be honest with him or tell him he was wrong. You couldn’t muster the courage to lie. "So? When is he coming?"
Jimin groaned. "Y/N."
"What? I’m just curious."
"No, you’re not." JImin’s jaw tensed and for a second you thought all hell would break loose. But to your biggest surprise, Jimin kept his temper in check and simply shook his head. "He’s not the right guy for you."
You scoffed in disbelief at his presumptions.. "Are you telling me this as my brother or as his friend?"
"What’s the difference? I’m telling you he’s not right for you."
"And of course you know who’s right for me?!" Getting angry and raising your voice at him was very unlike you; it took you by surprise and so it did to Jimin as his eyes widened slightly in shock.
Jimin inhaled and exhaled, trying to be the mature one and not to get angry. "I actually do."
You doubt that.
"You want to feel the butterflies. You want a prince, a fairy tale. You want someone who would be willing to sacrifice everything for you. I’m sorry but Hoseok isn’t this kind of man."
The urge to throw the rest of your coffee at him was very strong and so damn tempting. But that would be extremely childish of you and would only prove him he was right.
He was, but you weren’t ready to admit that just yet.
*
Jimin’s words had hit home. He was right about your view and expectations from a relationship and yet what Jimin also didn’t know was that your faith in love had shattered. It wasn’t like Hyeonwu was the love of your life and you expected to get married and have two kids with him. No. But the betrayal left a bitter taste in your mouth. So why not try something else? Something so out of your character? And who would be the best to show you the way than Hoseok?
"I know this look. You’re up to something." Mina nudged you in the stomach making you groan in both pain and annoyance. But Mina only wiggled her brows playfully at you. "What is it?"
"Nothing."
She didn’t buy it even for a second. "Nothing would be you not checking your phone every five minutes as if you’re waiting for someone, probably your very hot crush, to text you back."
You gave her the stink eye. Mina was too observant for her own good. You bit on your lips but chose not to tell her what was on your mind.
Mina huffed in annoyance as she realized that. "Fine. Don’t tell me."
But just like Mina had mentioned, you checked your phone hoping to see a message from Hoseok. You had sent him a message two hours ago, telling him you needed a lift which you didn’t but he didn’t need to know that. Till now, you still had no answer which shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did. It was just a game, you promised yourself.
Mina grabbed your arm and forced you to halt. "You should probably stop checking your phone and look before you instead." A wicked smile that sent shivers down your spine spread on her plump lips. She pointed at something, at someone and when your eyes found that someone, your breath hitched in your throat and you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing.
Hoseok was leaning against his car, all in black, and looking too out of place in your opinion but so damn hot. The black turtleneck sweater and leather jacked looked all too good on him. He was a walking sin.
And apparently Mina agreed to your thoughts as she whistled and nudged you playfully. "I guess you won’t need a lift after all."
"See you tomorrow." Was the only thing you managed to say, eyes glued to a smiling Hoseok, heart roaring in your ears as you took a step towards him.
"Have fun!" Mina said too loudly for your liking. You hoped he didn’t hear it.
He did. Hoseok’s smile turned into a smirk, but at least he didn’t comment. He opened the door for you like a gentleman. "My lady."
You rolled your eyes at him. Of course he would say something like that.
*
To say that you were nervous would be the understatement of the century.
You drove in almost complete silence. Music played in the background and usually it would have helped you to relax but it didn’t. You kept glancing at Hoseok - if he noticed, he didn’t comment. How exactly were you supposed to bring the subject without making a fool of yourself?
"So," Hoseok cleared his throat to get your attention. "Are you planning to tell me what it’s really about?"
You snapped your head so fast at him, eyes widening. He knew you were up to something. Maybe he knew exactly what you were up to and this thought wasn’t very comforting.
You averted your eyes from his face and looked instead at your curled fist resting on your thighs. You were exactly where you wanted to be and you needed to be brave to tell him what you wanted.
You took a deep breath and looked at him. Confident. "Do you remember what you told me last time?" As you saw him frowning you quickly added, "If love doesn’t work for me I should try something else."
Hoseok’s grip on the wheel tightened. "I remember." Despite that he didn’t look at you or elaborate.
His lack of reaction (you expected him to laugh at you at least) only made you more nervous - you shoved it somewhere far and stayed as composed as possible. "Want to help me with it?"
Here. It was out.
Hoseok pulled over without a word or a single glance at you which quite frankly made you want to jump out of the car and forget everything about your plan. It was stupid, reckless. What were you even thinking?
As the car got to a halt, Hoseok turned to look at you. Really look at you. His eyes were dark and if you didn’t know better you would have thought they were hungry. Sadly, it couldn’t be true.
Hoseok licked his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your eyes and your lips, giving you a terrible impression that suddenly you were his prey. "Did you call me in hope I’d say yes?"
Yes. Yes. Yes. And yet your voice got stuck in your throat.
At your silence, Hoseok only chuckled and leaned closer so his hand could reach your warm face. Gently, he stroked your cheek. There were things he wished he could tell you, but he couldn’t. You weren’t ready.
"Did you think I would say yes to fuck you, Y/N?"
It was exactly what you hoped, exactly what you wanted. And yet, having Hoseok so close, muttering those words made you gulp, frozen on the spot. It was stupid. You were stupid.
What were you thinking, Y/N?!
Hoseok pulled back. "Thought so."
He took you home without a word.
You had fucked up.
*
Holidays meant more time for you. Meant more time to heal from your break up, more time to work on your project that didn’t go as planned, and sadly more time to think about your humiliation. You couldn’t forget what happened in the car, how stupid you were and how bad you had felt afterwards. Luckily for you, Jimin hadn’t invited Hoseok or any other of his friends which let you all the time to gloom.
In fact, Jimin was barely at home at all which in a way was great for you; you had more space for yourself and at least he wouldn’t know about your mood. But it didn’t mean he didn’t notice.
On the third day of your holidays, Jimin barged in your room, startling you. You were so engrossed in your painting that you hadn’t heard him at all.
"That’s enough." Jimin looked genuinely upset and tired.
You eyed him, a brow cocked at him. "What is enough?"
"You. Do you think because I have been so busy, I haven’t noticed your behavior?" Jimin pointed an accusing finger at you. "Just because you’re alone in there don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in your pretty head."
Jimin approached you and put a bag at your feet.
"What is it?"
"My company is having a party and I need you to come with me."
That was ridiculous. Not because you didn’t like the idea of going to a party (though after your last experience, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea), but you going with Jimin didn’t make much sense. He could get any date he wanted, why would he bother to bring his sister instead? You shook your head in disbelief. "Jimin, you can ask any of your girl friends to come with you."
Jimin huffed, putting his hands on his hips. "I could, but my little sister is being a depressed, ugly monster right now. You need some fresh air."
You tried to hit him for the ‘ugly monster’ but Jimin was fast to dodge your attack, laughing at your attempt. "Get ready. We’re leaving in two hours."
"Would it be enough for you to get ready?" You joked, though it was half true. Jimin tended to spend more time than you to get ready.
He only stuck his tongue out in reply.
*
There was no denying, Jimin’s company sure as hell knew how to throw a party. You didn’t expect much when he asked you to come with him but you definitely blessed him for bringing you along. The venue was beautiful; from lights to the layout of the place, to the music in the background (and let’s not forget about the food and free alcohol). For a second, you forgot about Jimin and let go of his arm just so you could wander and have a better view of the place - Jimin only smiled at that and watched you from afar.
After three days of mopping around, it was good to see your eyes shining brightly and looking forward for something, even if it was for one night. Jimin hoped that by bringing you with him, it would make you realize that whatever was bothering you wasn’t worth it.
"I take it as you like the place." Jimin joined you and snatched two glasses of Champaign. "Here."
You being you gladly accepted. "I do. Are all your company’s parties so luxurious?" Then you glanced at the people around. They all looked classy and beautiful with their outfits and you were more than thankful that Jimin found a pretty hot dress for you - a red, long backless dress with a front split.
"No. This one is more formal but sometimes…It gets crazy." Judging by Jimin’s reaction, you decided that you didn’t want to know about the crazy parties, just because imagining your brother doing something reckless was too much no matter how close you were.
"Come on, sis. Lets the fun begin." He showed you his arm and you gladly accepted it.
*
Jimin was an amazing brother.
You, of course, already knew that, but tonight one more time he proved you just how good of a brother he was. Nothing obliged him to stay the most part of the night with you, nothing. But he did. He drank with you, stole some food with you when nobody was looking (though would it still be considered stealing when he belonged to the company). He joked with you, commented on people. He introduced you to his people, his crew and by the huge smiles on their face, you knew just how much Jimin was appreciated.
You wanted him to enjoy the night. "Jimin," you tugged his hand gently. "Go. Have fun." Which only made him frown. Of course he wouldn’t understand which only made you smile fondly at him. "I think you’ve spent more than enough time with me, you should go and enjoy yourself."
Jimin scoffed. "What makes you think I’m not enjoying myself?"
You rolled your eyes at him. "Oh please. Do you think I didn’t see how you were eying this girl by the window? I’m not blind." You pinched his arm making him yelp and take a step from you. "Go. I’ll be fine. I probably won’t stay for too long so don’t worry for me."
Despite your attempt at convincing him to leave you alone, Jimin hesitated.
"I’m going to get really mad if you don’t go to her." You warned him.
"No you won’t." But he smiled nevertheless. "Fine." He ran his fingers through his perfectly styled hair and sighed in defeat. "Fine. But just so you know, I had fun tonight. It reminded me the good old days - I hadn’t realized just how much I missed those times."
You grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze - you completely agreed with him. Till tonight, you hadn’t realized just how much you missed spending some quality time with him. "Now go and you better not come back before morning!"
This time, Jimin rolled his eyes at you.
Proud of yourself, you snatched another glass of champaign. You wandered around the huge place without really minding people until, and sadly for you, you bumped into someone you didn’t expect to see tonight because your lovely brain had chosen to forget that Jung Hoseok was also working with Jimin.
You stumbled - Hoseok was fast to grab your arm and steady you.
Bloody hell.
Why.
How could you have forgotten that Hoseok too was working in this company and that obviously he would attend the party was beyond your comprehension. Why did you always forget about the most important things that could have avoided you some unwanted situation?
You had no words. You felt embarrassed and not only because you had bumped into him. No. The simple sight of him (looking absolutely devastating in his black suit) brought back the memory of the very humiliating night that you wished to forget.
"Sorry." You quickly apologized and while Hoseok was too stunned to see you, you ran away.
The moment you reached the stairs, you took your damn heels off. Your feet hurt and with you trying to get away from Hoseok as fast as possible - it hurt. You leaned against the wall for a short moment, taking a deep breath.
"Put those back on." Hoseok’s voice startled you and you almost hit your head in the process.
"Not your damn business." Shit. You wanted to smash your head against the wall, feeling utterly stupid for being suddenly so harsh and so not like you. Yes, you were frustrated. Yes, you were angry, but with yourself.
Hoseok, on the other hand, was stunned but only for a short moment. It wasn’t very often that he witnessed your sassy and angry side but he decided that he liked it. He had two options before him; he could either leave you to your fate and go back to the party (a party he wasn’t very fond of anyway) or he could stay with you. He chose the latter.
Without a warning, Hoseok lifted you from the ground - you yelped in surprise and fear but your arms instantly flew to his neck.
"The hell are you doing?!" You screamed at him.
"Since you’re being so disobedient, I’m bringing you home." Was his only answer.
You couldn’t accept that. You pinched his nape, hit his chest in hope he would let you go. He didn’t and he wasn’t bothered with your antics. Oh no, it amused him. All your attempts at being feisty and strong - he knew he had the upper hand.
"Jung Hoseok, you better put me down now or-"
"Or what?" He cut you before you could finish your threat. "You’re going to scream?"
That was your first option, yes, but you weren’t sure you wanted to attracted any attention on you. You hit him instead in the chest. Again.
Hoseok chuckled and his grip around you tightened. Before you could ask him anything, he took you by surprise by putting you on a car. His car. You blinked, confused, and observed him.
Hoseok didn’t say a word, he simply watched you, licking his lips as his eyes roamed through your body.
Good god. Your skin flushed under his gaze. You were in so much trouble.
"That was unnecessary." You said as you tried to slid from the car - Hoseok was faster. Before you could get back on your feet, he got closer to you. His hands were on your exposed thighs as he settled between your legs. Dear lord. Your heart leapt in your throat at the sudden proximity and the feel of his hands on your bare skin. Just like the last time, it burnt, so bad, so good.
"Hoseok?"
He didn’t answer, too lost in his own thoughts, on the feel of your skin against the palm of his hands. He was supposed to be the reasonable one but the moment he spotted you at the parted wearing this sinful dress, all his resolution vanished - he wanted you. He pressed his head against your forehead, eyes never leaving your lips. It was pure madness. "Tell me to stop, Y/N."
"Wh-what?" You were genuinely confused.
His hands traveled through your body, slowly, gently, feather like touches that sent shivers down your spine and straight to your core. He was toying with you and your feelings - you couldn’t think straight.
"Tell me to stop." His lips were impossibly close, all you had to do was to tilt your head and your lips would finally meet his. "You’re the only one who can stop me. Say no and I’ll stop and bring you home."
You gulped nervously and at the same time hopeful and excited with what he could do if you said yes instead. "And what happens if I don’t stop you?"
Hoseok groaned as he closed his eyes. He imagined many things, especially ever since you mentioned fucking him - he couldn’t stop thinking about it. "Jimin is going to kick my ass."
More confident, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing him closer against you. You whispered against his lips, "I’m going to protect you then."
You sealed the promise with a kiss.
*
It was seven in the morning, you were a mess but a rather satisfied mess. Hoseok had dropped you after the almost sleepless night you had spent at his place. You expected him to regret having sex with you, heck, you expected to feel guilty about it too but none of it happened. Hoseok had woken you up with a gentle kiss on the lips, on your cheeks, on your shoulders - he didn’t particularly wanted to part with you but he knew better than to take risks with Jimin.
You pushed the door to Jimin’s place as quietly as you could, hoping deep inside you that Jimin had listened to your advice and spend the night somewhere else while you were supposed to be at home.
On your tiptoes you walked through the place, trying not to knock anything on your path - Jimin cleared his throat.
"Holy shit!" You jumped and slammed your hand over your chest. "You scared me!"
What Jimin was doing awake at this unholy hour (at least for a Saturday) was beyond you. He was at home and you were in trouble.
Jimin eyed you with a quirked brow, up and down, taking notes of your state. You wanted to ignore his glare and run to the safety of your room but sadly, your feet were rooted to the ground, staring back at him. "Hi?"
Jimin shook his head. "So. Whose body am I going to bury in the garden?"
"We don’t have a garden." You answered without thinking - Jimin rolled his eyes in response.
Yes, you were in trouble.
*
What was supposed to be a one time thing with Hoseok turned into something more. Every time he called, you said yes, swearing every single time it would be the last because you were terrified at how he made you feel. But you couldn’t get enough.
You bit on your lips while playing with your pencil. Instead of drawing, in class, you found yourself glancing at your still red wrists - memories flashed through your mind and you couldn’t stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together.
Flashback
You watched, completely bewitched, as Hoseok tied your hands to the bed with a red silk ribbons. With every step he took, Hoseok watched you carefully, making sure he wasn’t overstepping some boundaries, that you were hundred percent comfortable with whatever he was doing to you.
You were.
God, you were more than that judging by how wet you were and he hadn’t even touched you. Another time, another day you would have felt embarrassed about being so aroused but it was Hoseok and if there was one thing he made sure to teach you was that you should never be ashamed or embarrassed about yourself.
Never.
"Such a good girl for me." Hoseok praised you and once he was done with the knot, he pressed a gentle kiss to your wrists. Such a sweet and delicate gesture that sent shivers down your spine and to your core - you pressed your thighs together seeking any friction you could get.
Hoseok chuckled at your attempt but did nothing to ease your aching body, no, instead he pulled back and admired the view before him.
You were splayed in front of him, lips beautifully swollen with all the kissing, pupils blown. It was his favorite view; you being naked and so willing for him, he was getting harder with every look he took.
"So beautiful." His finger trailed along your calf, drawing circles.
"Hoseok." You pleaded, skin on fire. You wanted him to touch you, to feel him.
Hoseok only smiled in response and considered what he wanted to do with you. He crawled, parting your legs in the process. He kissed your calf, a warm and gentle press of the lips that got you to whine in both delight and slight despair. You were torn between the wish he could simply ravish you, or the wish he would take his sweet time with you, torturing your body, your senses - you bit on your lips.
"What should I do with you, baby girl?" Hoseok hummed as he hovered over you. His fingers trailed along your jaw before his thumb was rubbing your lips. He loved your mouth, those pretty lips that could drive him crazy. He would have loved to feel your mouth around his cock, to have you chock around him. Yes, he would love that very much but another time.
Anything, you wanted to say but your words got lost the moment his hands started roaming your body. They were everywhere. On your thighs, your stomach, your breast. Every touch drove you crazier and he knew it. Hoseok knew your body like the back of his hand and he sure as hell knew what to do to make you beg.
"Hoseok, please." You begged, not giving a damn as long as he gave you what you needed. "I need you." You lifted your hips to lean further in his touch but Hoseok pushed you back on the bed. So easily. "Please."
"Such an impatient little thing." He tsked but his smirk only widened.
Before you could whine, his lips claimed your mouth, demanding, wet, intoxicating and brief. You wanted to pull him back, to deepen the kiss but you couldn’t. You pulled at your restraints, the cloth only sank into your skin.
Hoseok’s lips traveled from your lips to your jaw, to your neck, leaving as many purple marks as possible (knowing all too well that you would complain later); your body was a white canvas and he sure as hell wanted to work on it.
His lips followed an invisible path, slowly, sometimes gentle sometimes harsher, you could never guess when he would worship a part of your body and when he would suddenly bite hard enough for you to cry out his name.
Hoseok covered every inch of your body with kisses and by the time he came face to face with your dripping pussy, you were a crying, bothered mess. His lips weren’t the only thing that drove you completely mad. No, the whole time he worked on you, his eyes never left yours and this simple sight made you almost come undone.
"Hoseok." You could feel the tears of frustration at the corner of your eyes; you were too wound up to be able to bear it any longer. You needed him, now.
Hoseok’s grin only widened before he kissed, eagerly, your clit - you threw your head back, letting out a loud moan and pulling again at your restraints. It was so annoying not being able to move freely; you wanted to grab Hoseok’s hair, pull his head closer to your heat and to feel more of him.
Hoseok feasted on you like a starved man, tongue and lips working magic between your legs. Your mind went completely blank, overwhelmed with all the tension in your body, all the fire and incredible pleasure that made you see stars.
"Fuck, Hoseok." You moaned his name over and over again.
Hoseok hummed in satisfaction and gave your clit a particularly harsh suck that made your toes curl. "I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you, baby girl." He glanced at you and the sight of Hoseok’s glistening lips with your juices made your walls clench around nothing.
Fuck.
"You taste so sweet." He licked his lips. "I should probably kidnap you more often and have my way with you."
Before you could suggest him that kidnapping you whenever he wanted (even if you loved the idea) was a bad idea unless you wanted to deal with a very angry Jimin, Hoseok finally gave you something to fill the emptiness inside you: he pushed a finger against your hole, then a second. Your walls welcomed him eagerly.
"Look at you." He hummed in approval as his fingers stretched you, making you push your hips to swallow more of him. "This pussy is so greedy."
"Hoseok." You cried out, "Please, please."
All he gave you was a gentle press of his lips against your thigh before going back to his work, fingers, tongue, overwhelming you till you couldn’t see or hear anything, till your body tensed before exploding.
But Hoseok didn’t stop. Not when you were pulling at your restraints, not when you were trying to get away from his tongue, your body being too sensitive after your first orgasm of the night.
He was going to be the death of you.
End flashback
*
You swore to whoever was willing to listen (and maybe to yourself too) that this art project would be the death of you. Usually, art wasn’t a problem; you loved painting, you loved drawing, it was your way to express yourself, to immortalize a moment in life, anything. But this project? You couldn’t concentrate on it. You tried, thousands of times but every time what came out of you wasn’t enough.
You came home exhausted, upset and wanted nothing more than a warm meal, a shower and the comfort of your bed. Those plans, however, vanished from your mind, the moment you spotted extra pairs of shoes at the entrance and judging by the numbers, you put two and two together.
A tiny smile spread on your lips as you walked on tiptoes, making sure to not make any noise just so you could check on them without them noticing. And what a sight! Three men completely sprawled out on the couch with fluffy blankets and cushions, wearing pajamas and of course with tons of snacks on the coffee table. You had to memorize this image - discretely you took your phone out and snapped a picture, smiling proudly to yourself. This was perfect blackmail material.
But then, and sadly for your brother, you noticed what exactly they were planning to watch on TV. You gasped loudly, making yourself known. "How dare you."
"Hi Y/N!" Taehyung waved cutely at you and you almost forgot all about your wrath - how were you supposed to stay mad with those pretty twinkling eyes and pretty smile? No really.
You shook your head and averted your eyes, stopping quickly at Hoseok. He wiggled his brows playfully at you causing a hot fire spread through your body - you rolled your eyes at him to make a point. This was not the right time or place to mess with you. When your eyes met Jimin’s, you gave him the stink eye.
"Hi sis."
"Don’t hi me you traitor!" You took a dangerous step towards them and you swore Hoseok tried to bite down a laugh (Jimin nudged him in the stomach for that). "I forgive Taehyung and Hoseok because they don’t know what Marvel means to me, but you," You pointed an accusing finger at him, "My own brother! How could you!"
Yes, you were absolutely dramatic and ready to flip a table.
"Oh come on, Y/N, we weren’t-" Jimin started. He was tempted to fight you, it was just so fun to see you so annoyed, but another part of him was genuinely worried of what you could do.
"We were planning to watch Dr. Strange." Taehyung threw chips in the air and caught it easily with his mouth, that almost distracted you if not for the mention of your favorite Marvel.
Jimin shrieked and grabbed Hoseok to shield himself from your wrath. "I’m sorry!!"
"You’re so dead." You warned him and you would have jumped on him to probably strangle him if not for a very smug Hoseok who was all too amused with your antics. You promised to yourself to deal with him later. Nobody was allowed to mock your love for Dr. Strange. Not even Hoseok. No matter how good his dick was.
"I’m going to take a quick shower and you better wait for me to start the movie or I swear to god you’re all dead." You warned them, eyeing every single one of them. Jimin hid fully behind Hoseok and cursed under his breath. Hoseok shook his head while Taehyung blinked completely unfazed with your outburst.
*
They listened.
Whether it was out of fear or because they really wanted you to join them for their Marvel’s night, they waited for you.
By the time you joined them in your pajamas, Taehyung was wrapped in a blanket, surrounded by pillows, sitting on the floor instead of the couch. He winked at you and patted the empty space beside Hoseok. Hoseok lifted the blanket that was covering him to let you in. For a second you contemplated the idea of sitting beside Jimin instead of Hoseok, it would be annoying yes (because you still felt like beating the crap out of your brother), while sitting beside Hoseok would be too tempting.
You sat, of course, beside Hoseok, your heart and wish to be beside him won over your brain. He covered both of you with the blanket and pressed his thigh lightly against yours. You closed your eyes, thought about Dr. Strange; you had to focus, on the movie, on the actor, on anything except for the warm hand that was suddenly on your thigh.
This was exactly what you had feared. Hoseok had no shame, was fearless and loved to tease you despite Jimin being just beside him, completely unaware of what was going on (luckily for you).
Hoseok was drawing slow and gentle circles on your skin making you shiver and sank deeper in the couch. It took you all self-control to not look at him (and possibly straddle his legs) and pretend that nothing was going on under the blanket- this was torture. Torture like Hoseok loved it, you did too of course.
Not once Hoseok looked your way, nothing on his face could have betrayed his intentions but you felt it. His fingers were gentle, stroking your skin but of course Hoseok didn’t stop; his hand slid higher and right between your legs, fingers teasing gently – you squeezed your thighs tightly, trapping his hand in between.
You can’t. But shit you wanted it so badly. Hoseok pinched your skin forcing you to open up for him while biting your lips in order to prevent any very unwelcomed sound.
But despite how bothered his simple touches left you, you chose to be the responsible one. You took a deep breath and grabbed Hoseok’s hand, giving it a strong squeeze you looked at him, frowning, conveying all your frustration and a warning.
Hoseok chuckled in response.
The little shit.
*
Having sex with Hoseok was great. No, fuck it. It was mind-blowing and you were pretty sure nobody else could ever make you feel as much as Hoseok did. It terrified you but you cherished those moments more than you were willing to admit to yourself.
But having sex with him was, funnily enough, not the only thing you enjoyed. Despite your little arrangement, Hoseok gave you more than you expected from a fuck buddy (except he wasn’t your buddy but rather Jimin’s). He spent times willingly with you, taking you to cute places and date coffees. He would help you to sneak from your place and drive you to places you wouldn’t have visited on your own. Hoseok was spontaneous and you loved it a lot about him.
But the thing you loved the most about what Hoseok gave you, was the hours you would spend laying lazily in bed talking. It was something you expected (if not required) from a boyfriend - it was intimate. But Hoseok gave you those moments anyway.
Just like tonight. You told Jimin you would spend the weekend with Mina, girls’ weekend because with college and all the projects you just didn’t have so much time together anymore. A big fat lie and you would have felt bad about it if not for the fact that being with Hoseok made you forget everything about your guilt.
Hoseok sat on the bed with his legs stretched so you could rest your head on his thighs. His hand was running through your hair, so naturally as if he had done it thousands of times (you wished he did).
"I was wondering," You started and turned your face so your cheek was pressed against his thigh. "Did you know it was me in the club? I mean-"
Hoseok didn’t let you finish your mumbling, a smile spread on his face. "I did. I was watching you from afar for a good part of the night." His fingers kept running through your hair - it felt so good you almost purred. "You looked miserable and I wanted to come and talk to you but I was a tiny bit worried you wouldn’t recognize me." Then, he winked at you, "You didn’t recognize me actually."
You jolted from your comfortable spot, eyes widened in surprise. "You’re kidding."
"Am not." Hoseok flicked your forehead and pushed you back. "How could I not recognize Jimin’s little sister? I used to tease you all the time."
At that you smiled. "You were awful."
"It’s because your reactions were always so endearing, I couldn’t help it."
You huffed in fake annoyance but the urge to smile was stronger.
Hoseok’s fingers moved from your hair to your forehead, then your nose (and he did not missed the chance to flick it playfully) and finally your lips. He parted them gently with his thumb – you let him in. He was completely hypnotized and you could only imagine what was going through his mind (something you would probably enjoy if he asked).
"I know what you’re thinking." You commented and bit lightly on Hoseok’s thumb.
Hoseok chuckled. "If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone is being insatiable."
All you did was plant a kiss on his thigh and feel him tense under your lips.
Too easy.
*
When you got back from the weekend at Hoseok’s place, you were positive that nothing and nobody could ruin it for you. You felt light, happy, relaxed - everything you had been missing out for the past months.
Jimin was sprawled on the couch with his laptop; his hair was a mess. Clearly someone was ruffling his hair too much in frustration which was such a Jimin’s thing to do. You smiled brightly at the sight, the urge to tease him was getting strong.
"Please tell me you’re not working on a Sunday night." You were half mocking him half scolding him.
Jimin, despite being a flirt and a social butterfly, had a bad tendency at bringing his work at home too. At first, it didn’t bother you as much because he found time to be with you (not like he was forced to) but somehow, for the past weeks, he had been working more and more which wasn’t very healthy in your opinion.
Jimin barely looked at you, whether it was because he was too concentrate or because there was something you couldn’t tell but you sensed something was off.
You hurried to put your bag in your room before going back to him and plopping on the couch beside him. "Hello?"
Jimin was so tempted to ignore you, he wanted to ignore you but the need to make sure he was just imagining things was too strong. He shut his screen and looked at you. "Such a noisy little sister."
"We have that in common then." You nudged him with your feet.
Jimin was fast to grab your feet, smirking wickedly. "Oh don’t start or I might tickle you to death."
"You wouldn’t dare!" You gasped despite knowing that he would do it without hesitation. Luckily for you, Jimin seemed to be in a rather merciful mood. He let go of your feet and grabbed instead a cushion that he pressed against his chest and rested his head on top of it.
"I have a funny story for you."
"Tell me."
"So I have a friend and he has a very cute and smart little sister."
"Are you talking about me?" You laughed and nudged him one more time. Jimin only smiled without trying to deny it which was your first hint that you were in trouble.
"Well you see, his little sister that he loves very very much, started going out a lot which is absolutely fine. Great even. But one day she lied and it bothered him."
You would be lying if you said his words didn’t affect you or made your palm sweaty. There was no way the story wasn’t about you, and the lie it had something to do with your weekend. Shit.
Jimin didn’t continue his story; he sat and scrutinizing your face - you wished he kept talking, it would make you less nervous.
"It’s Hoseok, isn’t it?"
Oh. Well, you were in trouble. Big, big trouble.
You let out a harsh breath; what were you supposed to say?
Jimin ruffled his hair before gently grabbing your calf and giving it a squeeze. "I should have known you wouldn’t listen."
"You aren’t angry?" Was the only question that actually mattered. You could deal with Jimin disagreeing with your choice of men or relationship, but you didn’t want him to be angry with you.
"I’m not. I know, shocking." He joked but looked more relaxed. "I can’t say I’m delighted but you’re a big girl and Hoseok is a smart man, I trust him enough not to hurt you."
"He won’t." Not willingly was what you wanted to add.
*
You
[10:05pm]: You might one to reconsider your friendship with Jimin.
Hobi
[10:07pm]: Ok??? Should I worry?
You
[10:07pm]: He promised not to burry you in our imaginary garden.
Hobi
[10:08pm]: Ok. I’m worried.
Hobi
[10:08pm]: What happened? What did I do?
You
[10:10pm]: Well maybe, Jimin knows about us?
Hobi
[10:11pm]: Oh. I’m moving to Alaska. Just in case, you know.
You
[10:11pm]: Tell me you have a tiny place in your suitcase for me?
Hobi
[10:12pm]: For you, always.
*
Your phone kept buzzing through your last class to the point that you had to mute it completely for the sake of your sanity. Some were messages from Jimin, some from Hoseok (which now that you thought about it should have worried you that those two decided to message you at the same time) - it didn’t matter you had to concentrate.
"When did you become so popular?" Mina asked you as you put your books back in the bag.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh do you think I didn’t hear your phone?"
She was only messing with you. You knew it but couldn’t stop yourself from wincing anyway. "Sorry about that."
"Oh come on! Don’t make that face! It’s not that bad." She nudged you with her hips to make you feel better. "Now, I’m just curious."
That seemed to do it work - you relaxed at her words and remembered that you were supposed to read the messages.
You could have started with Jimin’s messages, after all he was your brother and it could have been urgent (considering he was trying to get your attention, badly, for the past hour) but you of course chose Hoseok.
But when you opened the conversation, the sight of a very familiar bag was not what you had expected. "Oh my god."
Mina leaned to peak over your shoulder - she frowned and pointed at the picture Hoseok had sent. "That’s your travel bag."
It was. Just under the picture Hoseok had texted you about his plan.
"You need a distraction. So do I. P.S: Jimin almost killed me for that."
You couldn’t help but smile. Hoseok sure knew how to take you off guard.
*
Driving for hours with Hoseok was nothing like you had imagined. It was fun and relaxed; he would tell you stories about the place, about the road and you would tell him about some of your own experiences. Some other time you would sing together.
You felt happy. Too happy. But you didn’t let this realization bother you; this weekend was about you and your lack, lately, of inspiration. Hoseok thought that the best way to reconcile with your muse would be the nature - he brought you to his family house that stood near a forest and by a lake.
It was hard to believe that such a place existed in real world - for a short moment, as you walked slowly to the house, you felt like you were finally part of one of the fairy tales you used to read when you were little.
"This is beautiful." You thought out loud.
Hoseok didn’t comment; he agreed, obviously, since the wooden house was one of his favorite destination when he needed to get out of town and forget about his troubles. But now, the beauty of this place was nothing compared to what he felt by just watching you from aside. You looked happy; your face lightened, eyes shining brightly and with curiosity. You were being you, the girl he used to know and not the sad and frustrated girl he had met. This thought warmed his heart.
"You are." Hoseok whispered to himself.
*
"I knew I would find you here." Hoseok plopped on the ground beside you.
You only smiled warmly and kept drawing. You had found the perfect spot for drawing and apparently your muse agreed. Ever since you had spotted the lovely, old willow by the lake, you knew it was the right place and you had to get there as soon as possible.
Maybe too fast. "I’m sorry." You averted, quite unwillingly, your eyes from your sketchbook to look at Hoseok. You had left him do all the work while you went straight to the lake. A tiny part of you felt bad about it but one glance at him and he put you at ease.
Hoseok was smiling brightly. "Not a big deal." He gently took your hand only to interlace his fingers with yours. So intimate, so lovely, you were ready to melt on the spot. And so did your heart.
"I know about your struggles. You told me you couldn’t draw no matter how hard you tried, remember?" He looked at both of your hands, squeezing your fingers while watching them, contemplative.
Odd.
"This place, in my opinion, has some healing effect on people. I hoped it would help you." He glanced at your sketchbook and his smile only widened. "Apparently it did."
Knowing that Hoseok brought you here for the sole purpose of helping you to get back on good terms with your muse completely undid you. You wanted to cry, you wanted to laugh, you wanted to kiss him and all at the same time - Hoseok had this effect on you. He made you feel, so many things at once.
Unable to stop yourself, you put down your sketchbook and instead slowly reached for Hoseok. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you straddled his laps. Nor could you resist the urge to peck his lips - so you did. You pecked his lips. Once, twice. This simple gesture made both of you smile.
"Thank you." You said from the bottom of your heart. And not only for bringing you to this place. No, you wanted to thank him for making you forget of your failures, of your heartbreak.
Sadly for you and despite all Hoseok’s efforts, there was one heartbreak you couldn’t avoid.
Because now that you were in his arms, you couldn’t deny any longer how you felt, what you felt. Hoseok was no longer your crush. No.
You loved him.
And admitting it hurt.
But you wouldn’t let the pain ruin this magical moment that Hoseok had offered you. So instead of dwelling on your feelings, you chose to forget all about it and enjoy everything you could get with him. One last time.
*
You had been ignoring Hoseok.
It wasn’t your initial intention. Hell he gave you absolutely no reason to ignore but you just couldn’t face him after the marvelous weekend in his company. Not when your heart was squeezing and twisting in pain every time he looked at you with this bright smile, every time he touched you, kissed you. It drove you crazy.
You knew it would happen. Jimin knew it too. So when you got safely home and faced him, you couldn’t stop your tears. Jimin had only hugged you and kissed your temples.
*
"I don’t know whether I should be happy that you finally agreed to meet with me or be angry." Hoseok admitted as you took place across from him.
After one long and miserable week, you finally asked Hoseok to meet at a café. Maybe choosing a public place was your way to make sure you wouldn’t break down and just go back on your words - now that you were seeing him (he looked exhausted judging by the dark circles under his eyes) again, you knew it was the right choice.
"I-m"
"Don’t say you’re sorry. It’s not why I came." Hoseok cut you. He was angry and rightfully so but it only made things more difficult for you. "Why did you avoid me?"
You took a deep breath. "I was scared."
Hoseok blinked, confused. "Of what?" He pointed at himself, "Me?"
"No!" You hurried to answer almost jolting from your chair. "God no."
You hated yourself for sounding so weak and indecisive but confessing how you truly felt didn’t come out as naturally as you thought it would.
"I know you don’t want to hear it, but I’m sorry. I didn’t want to ignore you but at the moment it seemed like the best option. I needed time for myself and space to think."
Hoseok considered your words. He had felt confused, angry, heartbroken but now that he heard your voice, he felt just extremely tired. "Why?"
"Because nothing had changed, Hobi." And because I love you. "You’re still you. The handsome man and I’m still this foolish little girl who’s completely infatuated with you. It was stupid of me seeking you to distract me when really all it did was to make me fall for you. Hard." Admitting your feelings to yourself was one thing, admitting it to Hoseok was another and much harder, and yet, it was also a relief.
"What you did for me for the past months, I’m so thankful. You made me feel like nobody else ever did. Hell, I didn’t think I could feel anything like that at all. I wanted to believe this deal between us would be enough for me." You stopped to inhale sharply, "I really wanted it to be enough."
"It was a mistake, Hoseok. But you know what?" A bitter laugh escaped your lips. "I don’t regret it."
"I love you. But for my own safety, I need us to stop before I get hurt."
*
When at two in the morning you heard Hoseok’s voice, your first thought was that you had finally lost your mind. There was no other explanation, right?
You didn’t.
As you got closer to your door, the voice that you thought belonged to Hoseok was getting clearer and louder. It wasn’t your imagination, Hoseok was really here talking with a very sleepy and clearly upset Jimin.
"Hoseok, it’s two in the freaking morning and I’m that close to kicking your ass." Jimin tried to sound threatening but the tired yawn that escaped his lips ruined it for him. He cursed under his breath and couldn’t stop himself before glancing nervously at your slightly opened door.
Did he know?
You kept yourself hidden in the darkness of your room but you listened, heart roaring in your ears, mind going crazy. Why was Hoseok here? In the middle of the night?
"I let her down." Were Hoseok’s first words.
Jimin cocked a brow. "No. She left you."
Hoseok ruffled his hair. "No. I didn’t mean break up." He groaned in despair. Maybe drinking before barging at his friend’s place was a very, very bad idea but he couldn’t wait. He had to let it out even if it was only to Jimin.
"I let her leave." It pained him to say it. "God, this is hard."
"Hoseok." Jimin inched forward. "Were you drinking?"
"What?" Hoseok asked confused. "No. I mean yes, but that’s not the point."
"Man-"
"No. Listen." Hoseok cut him before he could lose it. "You don’t understand. Jimin, I was so shaken with her confession, I couldn’t believe it."
Jimin halted and stared back, face completely blank, contemplating whether his friend was plain dumb or was just too drunk. "The hell? Come on, Hoseok. You can’t tell me you didn’t notice!"
Hoseok laughed humorlessly. "Well shit, Jimin, no I didn’t. Would I have known, I wouldn’t have let her pretend."
Now that took you both by surprise. You clasped your hand over your mouth to prevent any unwelcome sound to leave your lips. This discussion was slowly driving you mad.
"You wouldn’t?"
"I wanted her ever since I saw her in that blue dress." Hoseok admitted and despite his drunken state and all the anxiety, he smiled at the memory. "Don’t hit me please."
Jimin kept his mouth shut but only because he was thinking about you in your room. He knew you were awake. While Hoseok was too busy pouring out his heart, Jimin had heard your tiny, barely audible gasp. Good. At least, and he hoped, it would lead to both of you stopping being stupid and annoying.
"You guys are so annoying." Jimin finally said while rubbing his temples. It was two in the damn morning for god’s sake and he wasn’t even drunk to deal with those feelings. "And I hate you both."
Hoseok tilted his head then glanced nervously at the door to your room. "You’re not hitting me?"
"Don’t tempt me." Jimin warned him. "Though I wouldn’t be sure if I’d be hitting you because I saw Y/N crying or because you dared to wake me up."
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"So." Jimin, once sure, was free of Hoseok’s love confession, came to your room, leaning against your door with crossed arms. "Are you going to pretend you didn’t hear his confession or?"
You pretended not hearing him, blanket tightly wrapped around you, you simply refused to face your brother. You were embarrassed and confused, and felt warm at the same time. Damn Hoseok and his words. All your efforts to not think about Hoseok were ruined.
Jimin shook his head. Yes, he definitely hated the two of you. "Maybe I was wrong." That got your attention. "Maybe, Hoseok is your prince."
"Oh shut up." You let out against your better judgement.
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Despite Hoseok’s confession, for once in your life you didn’t act upon your feelings. No, you chose to wait. Not because you were scared of facing the truth (ok, maybe a little bit), but you needed time. Time to concentrate on what truly mattered on the moment which happened to be the deadline for your project.
Most of people around you, including your brother, your family and obviously Hoseok, believed that the project was only about college. Which wasn’t quite the truth. No. A part of the project was obviously meant for college but what you hid from your close one was that a little art gallery wanted to exhibit your work once you were ready.
"When I think you can’t get any more amazing, you prove me wrong, girl." Mina commented, excited as she bounced at you, not caring for the people around you. "Those paintings are excellent. I mean, I’ve seen some of them before but the additional one? They’re mind-blowing."
You hugged her back, tightly, thankful for your friend’s presence.
"I know I’m not supposed to pry but, is he coming?"
You bit on your lips, hesitating. "I don’t know." You were scared to think about it. "I hope so."
But your worries vanished as fast as they came - Hoseok stepped inside the exhibit along with Jimin, looking like a damn model. Of course he would look so good. Obviously, you weren’t the only one who noticed his presence (or maybe you were just too aware because you cared).
Hoseok, despite spotting you right away, didn’t come to you right away. No, his attention was completely captured by the first paintings and you couldn’t blame him. He, out of all people in this room, would recognize and appreciate most your work. Not only because it was your work, but because he would recognize and understand. And he did.
He took his time and you followed his steps, walking behind him without a word. You smiled at people from time to time, but your attention stayed on him and on his face, wanting to not miss any of his reaction, of his emotions.
"I guess I was right." Hoseok stopped at the last painting. It was the lake and the old willow and stars in the dark sky. He turned to look at you, eyes shining brightly. "It helped you. Healed you."
"It did." You admitted and took one more step towards him.
There was so much you wished you could say. So much you wanted to show him. But now that you stood before him, every words, every needs just vanished except one: the need to kiss him.
Hoseok watched you carefully, scrutinizing your face. "You were awake." It almost sounded like he was trying to reassure himself. "Of course you did."
"I did."
"Will you listen to my confession again, then?" Hoseok inhaled sharply as by the end of his question, you had grabbed his hand and thus taking him quite off guard. His eyes averted from your pretty face to your interlaced fingers. God, this touch - he had missed it.
"Well," A wicked smile spread on your lips as you took a final step towards him. You were close, almost feeling his body against yours. "Tell me more about me and blue dress." And as you kissed his jaw, you added, "And what you wanted to do to me from day one."
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Welp writing vampire Mc made want to write werewolf Mc again so here's this idea I've had for a while. This is kinda of a continuation of my last werewolf mc fanfic. This one has an implied, ahem "steamy", scene nothing is actually written in the story, but y'know it's implied that it did happen.
Man I'm in such a monster f*cker mood right now
Everyone: We're in june
Me:
Sharing a secret can truly make two persons grow closer, Akemi and Kengo got along just fine ever since the whole affair with the Ikebukuro Berserkers was concluded, as different as they were those two just seemed to connect, there was also the detail that when they ware banishing the exceptions he had only kissed Kengo but that was secret that Akemi decided to hold onto at least for now. Kengo finding out that Akemi was werewolf had actually improved their relationship, at first he was worried Kengo would start avoiding him or be weirded out by it, but Kengo just looked at him and said 'You're still my partner nothin' can change that' Kengo might never know just how much it meant for Akemi to hear that. So Akemi thought that he might as well take the plunge and confess his feelings for Kengo, he already knew the werewolf thing so a little love confession shouldn't be too much to handle, right?. While Kengo did not turn him down it took him a few moments to process what Akemi had said before he could scramble together a response, in the end Kengo did say yes, through a lot of stuttering and a very red face, but nonetheless reciprocated the feelings, as relieved as Akemi was that Kengo did love him back he couldn't help but think that the way Kengo answered was completely adorable.
Outwardly things didn't change much between them, they still trained together, participated in guild fights, hanged out with their guildmates and classmates and of course Kengo still called Akemi partner. But there were a few note worthy changes like how they always arrived together at their classes and guild meetings, they spent a lot of time in each other's dorm rooms, how strangely easy it became for Shiro to get Kengo to study whenever he told him Akemi would be studying with them.
When it came to showing affection Kengo and Akemi where quite different, Akemi was more verbal showering Kengo with praises and compliments at every chance while also having no sense of restrain always going out of his way to say something nice to Kengo, on the other hand Kengo was more physical hugs, putting his arm around Akemi's shoulders or just quietly enjoying being close to him, he was also in the opposite end when it came to actually expressing his affection, Akemi was quite smooth when he wanted to show Kengo some appreciation while Kengo was a bit more clumsy. Knowing that Akemi was a werewolf Kengo of course helped Akemi sneak out of Shinjuku Academy every night with a full moon, even though Akemi protested that he didn't have to, but Kengo had always been stubborn like that and would't take a no for an answer, even if he had some difficulties when showing how much he cared about him when it came to making sure Akemi was safe Kengo was not willing to back down a single inch.
Spending so much more time together also made Kengo notice that Akemi's more wolfish side was present even when he wasn't turned or even close to a full moon, like how he swore he could almost see a tail wagging behind Akemi whenever they saw each other or how he got "territorial" whenever Akemi deemed someone to be a little too close to Kengo sometimes even growling sometimes, in some instances for Kengo it felt as if he had an overprotective puppy for a boyfriend. Akemi's more possessive behaviours got more intense the closer it got to the full moon while his receptiveness to Kengo's affection became smaller. The time Kengo decided to ask Akemi why he seemed like he didn't even want to be touched when the full moon got close was one of the first times Kengo got to make Akemi genuinely flustered. Akemi told Kengo that as the full moon got closer he grew restless and he got a little too easily "exited" whenever Kengo was near. Of course not saying it outright made the meaning behind the words fly completely over Kengo's head which forced Akemi to use more blunt terms, by the end of the explanation both of them were equally flustered.
At the moment it was late at night Kengo was laying on his back with his hands behind his head on Akemi's bed looking at the ceiling with Akemi sitting beside him, who was reading a book he had opened on his lap "Partner do we really have to to spend the whole night studying" Kengo groaned "We? as far as I know I'm the only one studying, besides I'm not keeping you here you can go do something else if you want" Akemi retorted "But I want to do something with you" Kengo admitted quietly, Akemi chuckled when he heard that "Cute, but I'm about to lose an entire night worth of study in a few days and we have a test coming up" Akemi noted "Sure you can spare one or two nights" Kengo offered "With how unpredictable things are around me? I have no idea when will be the next time I can sit down to review the class material" Akemi pointed out. Even though the idea of going out and doing practically anything else than what he was doing right now sounded tempting to Akemi, with the full moon a mere days away he found himself with a lot of energy to burn it was taking a lot of his willpower to keep himself seated just going through his notes and Kengo being there trying to convince him to do otherwise was certainly not helping him. Kengo could tell that Akemi wanted to leave just as badly as him, Kengo might not be the brightest person out there but he had gotten pretty good at noticing things about Akemi, so he wanted to goad him into doing something that he would enjoy a bit more, Kengo just needed a way to distract Akemi and he had, what he thought to be, the perfect plan. Kengo only had to rile him up enough that Akemi would just agree go do something more fun. Brilliant right?
Kengo sat up and wrapped his arm around Akemi's shoulder pulling the shorter male close to him " C'mon partner don't be such a Shiro" Kengo goaded "Kengo stop that" Akemi whined "We both know you want to stay here as much as I want to, so let's just cut loose for a while" Kengo was sure Akemi was about to cave in, he used his other hand to pet Akemi for good measure, it always helped get Akemi in a good mood when he was in wolf form. Kengo was about to continue to convince Akemi but the words died in his throat when he heard a deep growl coming from Akemi, within the next seconds Akemi had pounced on Kengo pinning him to the bed by the shoulders, Kengo just stared at Akemi in surprise, Akemi looked down at him, lips pulled back in a snarl revealing sharp fangs. Akemi was deceptively strong specially considering the difference in height and build between them, feeling sharp claws pressing down on his shoulders Kengo realised that he had not been dealing with a puppy, he was dealing with a wolf, a predator, one that had been far too lenient on him. As Akemi's now golden eyes bore into him, Kengo tried to speak to calm down Akemi but was again silenced by another growl, now he could only brace himself for what was about to happen.
The next morning Kengo woke up still in Akemi's feeling completely spent, he was also tucked in he couldn't remember ever putting the sheets over him, but to be fair after a certain point the memories of the past night just blurred together, Kengo could also feel someone hugging him from behind, most certainly Akemi. The scene was almost comical Akemi, who was both shorter and had a smaller frame than Kengo was the big spoon, or at least trying his best. After a few seconds Kengo decided to remove the covers and the sight that greeted him was unexpected to say the least his body was littered with claw marks all over his torso, arms and he could only assume his back did not fare any better there were even a few bite marks on his inner thighs, shoulders and neck, at first glance it seemed like Akemi might have let himself go a bit too much, even then as frenzied as he was Akemi apparently took enough care to not be excessively rough since none of the cuts were particularly deep or painful at the moment.
Later at first period in classroom B-2
"Is there something on my face Ryota?" Kengo asked somewhat annoyed with Ryota's constant staring "N-no it's just that you're wearing the uniform jacket" Ryota sputtered out "So what's the deal?" Kengo asked "That you never wear it" Ryota answered hesitantly "He's right Kengo, why would you wear it now of all times" Shiro interjected. Of course Kengo was wearing the academy uniform jacket because he wanted to hide the marks that Akemi leaved all over him, as Kengo had put it earlier when talking to Akemi he looked like he had a wrestle match with a wild animal and loss, though if half the things he could remember of last night did happen he could hardly feel like a looser, he stopped himself before saying that last part out loud in front of Akemi. "It's kinda cold that's why" Kengo lied it wasn't uncommon for Kengo to have scars on him, but the amount he had now would surely raise some alarm, besides there was a very noticeable bite mark on the nape of his neck that Kengo was very intent on hiding "It is, in fact, not cold right now Kengo" Shiro stated matter of factly "You don't have to lie if you just don't want to tell us" Shiro concluded "Awww but I want to know why you suddenly decided to wear it Kengo" Akemi insisted having a very smug expression on his face "Not that it doesn't look good on you, but I kinda like how you look without it" Akemi added teasingly, never before had Kengo wanted to punch a smirk out of someone's face so badly, and that was saying a lot already, Akemi knew precisely why he was wearing the jacket, moreover he had insisted for Kengo to not wear it, Akemi was apparently very proud about leaving all those scars on Kengo, if the the almost five minutes he spent after waking up kissing the bite mark on Kengo's right shoulder and the scratches on his upper back or the way Akemi sneaked glances at the scars he left on Kengo while grinning were hinting at anything. Kengo was about to tell Akemi where he could stick it when Mr. Mononobe announced the start of the class.
Shiro had called for a guild meeting the day before, so now that the classes were dismissed for the day Kengo and Akemi found themselves walking together to the safe house "You're can be a jerk you know that?" Kengo said annoyed "I only gave you my opinion on how I thought you'd look better, I don't see anything wrong with that" Akemi answered with a barely contained snicker "You're the worst" Kengo grumbled "Hey!, i'd be careful if I were you, the full moon is still coming up, you might get a few more scratches if you keep that up" Akemi joked, making Kengo blush "What's the matter, afraid of a good time?" Akemi teased almost giggling "Shut up" Kengo mumbled "Come on I'm just playing with you" Akemi said latching himself to Kengo's arm "I'm very grateful that you wanted to help me, I thought I made that abundantly clear this morning. So even if I'm the worst you should know that you're the best boyfriend ever" Akemi concluded. Even being this embarrassed Kengo could clearly see that Akemi was in a very cheery mood normally this close to a full moon he'd be skittish, borderline irritable and most of all he'd refuse to touch him all together, so in the end his plan to help Akemi unwind had worked, besides Kengo ended up enjoying himself quite a bit too, in the back of his mind Kengo found himself considering the idea of asking Akemi if they should make this a regular occurrence.
#housamo#tokyo afterschool summoners#housamo au#tokyo afterschool summoners au#mc1#mc1 x kengo#werewolf mc#fanfic#fanfiction
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—study buddy (t.kuroo)
warnings: fem!reader, suggestive content, dom!kuroo (🥵 ammi right ladies), teasing, pretty tame, poorly written, read at your own discretion
word count: 1.6k
a/n: this is lit the very first drabble/thing in general that I have ever written for kuroo and the first suggestive piece I’ve ever done, so please don’t be too harsh in feedback (however I do greatly appreciate constructive criticism)
You rubbed at your eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past hour. The glare of the computer screen plagued the back of your eyes with a strain you knew would ache long after you completed the wretched assignment before you. Despite having a textbook and your notes at your disposal, the onslaught of questions were still laborious to say the least.
Taking a bit of a break, you stood from where you sat on the floor, after having found the chairs in the dining room too uncomfortable, and brought your arms high above your head. You relished in the stretch, the taut muscles of your back seeming to relax ever so slightly. University was no easy task, and with exam season quickly approaching, tension was sure to manifest in both physical and mental forms.
With a sidelong glance, you peer out the set of large windows. A thick strip of the evening sun beamed into the living room. You hummed in appreciation as you stepped into the warm patch, the comfort of such a simple action brought with it contentment.
A faint rustle came from across the room and you turned in time to see the familiarly styled mess of black hair duck in the entryway. The figure glances up after removing a shoe, a bright smiling reaching its way towards you.
"Hey, baby, how was your day?"
Kuroo stands with you in the rays of the slowly dimming sunlight, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. You lean your forehead against his chest, the urge to hug all of life's frustrations out with him was nearly suffocating, but you were stopped in your tracks.
Pulling away from his grasp, you laugh gently at his slightly dejected reaction of you evading him. "As much as I love you, you smell awful, Kuroo."
A sheepish smiles crosses his features and he rubs the back of his neck with a chuckle, "oh, yeah, sorry. Coach ran us extra hard today." He leans down quickly to peck your cheek before grabbing his bag from the floor and retreating towards the hallway, "I'm gonna hop in the shower."
After he had disappeared, your attention returned to the study materials still sprawled across the coffee table. You inaudibly groaned, the incessant reminder that the assignment was due later that night was no motivator to get it done. Nonetheless, you persisted.
Twenty minutes passed and you were feeling a bit discouraged after seeing that of the sixty assigned questions, you had only made it through eight. An unwanted throb began to form in your temples and you found yourself once again pressing the palms of your hands against your eyes to at least attempt and relieve the dull ache.
"What are you working on?"
"Hm?" You craned your neck up to see Kuroo, freshly clean, standing directly behind your seated figure as he peered at the screen of your laptop. "Psychology. My professor gave the class a ridiculous assignment last minute."
You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn't Kuroo moving to sit with his chest pressed against your back, his arms hung across your midsection. Just as you were about to ask him what he was doing, his chin was resting on your shoulder. You could feel the coolness of his skin against yours, a few droplets of now cold water dripping onto your neck and t-shirt.
"Is it hard?"
"More time consuming than difficult, I suppose. It's just a giant pain in the ass." Another annoyed sigh came from you as you grumbled, "I've been putting it off all day and it's due tonight, so I guess I have no other choice, do I?"
The boy hummed in response, and you assumed he was just extra clingy today considering practice seemed intense. However, your mind nearly blank screened as you felt the ghosting touch of his lips against the skin of your neck, his warm breath fanning over the area. Goosebumps formed along your arms at the sensation and suddenly his close proximity felt overwhelming.
'There's no way I'm this needy after such a simple action, no damn way.' Your thoughts were interrupted when Kuroo's deep voice broke you out of your trance.
"Let me help you."
"Help me?"
You could hear the mischief in his voice as he explained, "I can offer some.. motivation that may encourage you to finish."
"And what would that be?..." In the back of your mind, you knew what he was hinting at, and the disbelief was still present until you felt his face nestle gently into the side of your neck.
Instead of verbally answering you, you felt the hand on your side loosen its grip before dropping to hover just above the apex of your thighs. Blood rushed to your face as you fully realized the antics he had planned. You could tell your cheeks and ears were tinged red with embarrassment. He knew you were easy to rile up, but never did you ever suspect that he would use knowledge in such manner.
"Kuroo… don't tease me." You knew begging would get you nowhere. Once his mind was made up, it took more than a few halfhearted words to get him to give into your pleas.
He ignored you completely, instead opting to read off a question on the screen. "What is the resting potential of a neuron?"
A shaky breath left your partially parted lips when you felt a delicate kiss against your shoulder. You shuddered at his tone as he spoke next to your ear, "Answer the question, baby girl."
You try to focus on keeping your hands steady as you types the answer into the blank space. Once you had finished, you shakily moved onto the next question, the presence of Kuroo pressed tightly against your back slowly driving you insane.
"Good job, baby, you're one question closer to your reward."
"Reward?"
"Mhmm… if you're a good girl and answer all of these questions correctly, I'll reward you for all your hard work. How does that sound?" His lips brushed against the shell of your ear. You swear you could feel your soul leave your body at what he was insinuating. Perhaps it was the promise, or maybe the nicknames and tone he was using to talk to you, but something in his words sent a jolt through your body that made your palms clammy.
You swallowed a moan as he left an attentive kiss to the skin below your ear, eyes closing involuntarily as the warm sensation in your abdomen grew stronger. He smelled so good, his hair and skin were so soft against your skin, and every trace of his fingers and graze of his lips left you breathless. Since when were you so needy after barley even being touched?
You managed to answer several more questions using this method, Kuroo's touches gradually becoming more straightforward after you started a new set of problems. To both your surprise and relief, you noticed there were only five more questions to be answered.
"What is the inability to recall faces called?"
A shudder left your body at the feeling of the tip of his tongue poking out to meet your neck as he placed a kiss there. Subconsciously, you leaned into his body even more, a silent plea for more. Just when you thought he was going to finally give you more than a lingering touch, he brought his lips to your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. "F-fuck, Kuroo, please."
"What is the answer baby?"
It was a miracle you could even process a remotely stable thought with how Kuroo was occupying every one of your senses. Your arms felt weak trying to type out the answer into the keyboard, but a soft whimper followed as you were bombarded with another series of fleeting presses of his lips to the exposed skin of your neck and jaw, "That's my smart girl."
He granted you no time for repose before calmly moving onto the next one. "What are the six functional networks determined by resting-state fMRI?"
When you failed to make any sign of answering the question, Kuroo tsked from behind you, a stern slap to your thigh disrupting your daze. "Don't tell me my student is starting to slack off."
"Kuroo…" you weakly moaned.
"Keep going, you're not done yet."
You whimper, but begin to slowly type out the answers, biting your bottom lip as you tried your hardest to focus on the task before you and not the undeniable hardness you could feel pressing into your low back.
The last three questions are completed in record time, your restlessness meeting unbearable levels. After swiftly clicking the small blue 'submit' button, you turn in Kuroo's grasp. Now sitting in his lap, you're able to see the effects having to wait were also evident in the blush across his chest and ears.
"Please touch me, Kuroo. Give me my reward."
You sounded pathetic begging for him, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care anymore. Having gone nearly an hour with only fleeting touches, your mind felt hazy and your body craved the attention Kuroo promised you.
Sure enough, Kuroo was set on keeping his word and two large hands gripped at your hips, bringing them down to rub against the evident bulge in his sweatpants. It was pitiful how absolutely needy you had grown.
Kuroo leaned in close so his face was merely centimeters from your own, your lips threatening to touch as he spoke in a hushed groan, "You did so well, baby. I wouldn't expect anything less from my star pupil."
You could see the spark in his eyes as he stared up at you and you knew you were going to be in for a long night.
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A short instruction!
Please, watch the video to get a full grasp of what V would be doing later on in the story.
Thank you so much and enjoy the latest chapter!
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*Chinese Black Tea*
Directions
1. Preparation
Before making a cup of black tea, you're supposed to get a clean tea set ( such as a teapot, fair cup, and cups ), tea, and a kettle of boiling water prepared.
2. Measuring Out the Tea Into the Cup / Teapot
Measure out the desired amount of black tea leaves ( 3 to 5 grams for 150 to 250 ml of tea ) and put them in the cup or teapot.
3. Boiling Water and Pouring It Into the Cup / Teapot
Boil the water and pour it into the cup. If a teapot is used, you're advised to fill 80% of the teapot with water ( to avoid spillage when pouring ).
4. Observing the Color and Smelling the Fragrance
Steep the tea leaves for 2 to 3 minutes. Then you're highly advised to observe the red infusion and smell its fruity fragrance.
5. Enjoy It
As the tea cools down, you can fully enjoy its delicious taste.
*Chinese Walnut Cookies ( 核桃酥 )*
Prep Time - 55 minutes
Calories - 590
Servings - 4
Ingredients
120 grams unsalted butter ( 1 stick / 8 tablespoons, softened at room temperature )
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 large egg ( beaten )
1 1/2 cups all - purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 pinch salt
1/2 cup walnuts ( shelled, broken to small pieces )
Directions
Add butter, granulated sugar and brown sugar into a large bowl. Mix with a hand mixer on low until smooth.
Add 2 tablespoons of egg. Keep mixing until fully and combined.
Add flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Mix until it just forms a dough. Do not over mix. It is okay if there is a bit of dry flour left in the bowl.
Change to a spatula. Add walnuts and add them into the dough.
Preheat the oven to 180 degrees C ( 350 F ).
Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper or prepare a nonstick cookie sheet. Scoop about 1 and 1/2 tablespoons cookie dough and transfer it to the cookie sheet, 1 scoop apart from each other. You can also use smaller cookies by using 1 tablespoon dough per cookie.
Once the dough is divided, flatten the dough into a round disk, about 6 - cm ( 1/3 - inch ) in thickness.
Mix the remaining egg with 1 teaspoon water to make the egg wash. Right before baking, brush a thin layer of egg wash on the top of each cookies.
Bake for 31 to 35 minutes, or until the cookies are cooked through.
Remove the cookies from the oven and place them onto a cooling rack for 5 minutes. Then transfer the cookies onto the rack until completed cooled down.
You can store them in an airtight container for up to 3 days.
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"You said, please, say yes." You excitedly informed him. "And I said, yes! I'm going to the New Year's Ball with you, V!"
It took the poet a full minute before he finally realized what you were talking about. And when he finally realized what your words truly meant, his eyes slowly widened and his mouth fell open in shock. He grabbed his messy hair with both hands and spoke, "That - that's your answer, right? You'll go to the Ball with me?"
"Hahaha! Of course, you silly poet!" You laughed as you threw yourself at him, hugging him and placing a tender kiss on his cheek. Oh, how sweet you smelled. What a nice morning, indeed! "See ya!"
And before V could even reciprocate with a kiss of his own, you took your hands off him, waved, and went back to your house.
"Wow, I can't believe it! She said, yes!" Nico, who was standing for more than a few minutes just outside the house and witnessed everything, said. "Ya know what this means, V!"
"And what does that mean?" V, who was startled and embarrassed when he realized that Nico saw you kissing him, asked, his eyes landing dangerously on hers.
With a huge smile on her face, she went towards the poet, flailing her arms like crazy and sending most of her groceries flying in the chilly winter air just like that day when she found out that Avery commissioned him to drive the restless spirit out of her mansion. V took a few steps back but, he was not able to escape when he has come face to face with the crazed Artisan, herself.
"Dance!" Nico screeched, sending V's ears into oblivion. "Ya must learn how to dance! Just like,... "
And V, who knew exactly what she was talking about, gulped nervously and spoke, "Just like,... ?"
This made the woman's eyes glow with an unexplainable kind of energy. "Oh, ya know! ELVIS PRESLEY!"
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"So, what do ya think, man?" Nico asked V when the video ended. "Ye can handle it, right?"
"Can you do that, V?" Griffon, who was flying just above the poet's head, chimed in.
"Master, can you move like that?" Shadow, whose large paws were on top of the table where Nico's cellphone was, added.
And V, who just saw, in full, excruciating detail, how Elvis Presley moved and wooed the female audiences who went wild for him, drew back and placed a hand on his forehead. "I,... excuse me. Before I,... completely,... lose myself,... !"
"It's too much for Shakespeare!" Griffon, who helplessly watched as Shadow went after V towards the bathroom, exclaimed. "Why does he have to learn how to gyrate and grind like Elvis Presley, anyway?"
Nico hummed, drumming her chin with her fingertips. "I have caught some news that (Y/N)'s stupid ex is attending the Ball."
"Ah! The douchebag ex!" Griffon added, trying his very best to ignore the pitiful sounds of V throwing up in the bathroom.
"Yeah, him." Nico confirmed. "And I bet ya he'll do anythin' he can to shame V in front of many people after what happened in the shopping district, now that (Y/N) has agreed to be Poetry Boy's date."
"Ah! What do we do?! We can't let Shakespeare eat someone else's dust!"
"That's why I'm pushin' him to learn Elvis! I'm a hundred percent sure he'll be a hit with the ladies, and Fleminger, being a huge Elvis fanboy, will surely like him. But, now, that seems impossible." Nico cringed, her nose wrinkling at the disgusting sounds she's hearing from the bathroom. It sounded as if V was emptying his breakfast of eggs, ham, bacon, and fried rice from his stomach in multiple sessions of puke, and she’s starting to pity him. "I mean, how virgin is that man, anyway?"
"Virgin enough!" Griffon snapped to cover up the truth that V have zero experience when it came to relationships and intimacy. "Anyways, look for somethin' less sexual than Elvis! Anythin'!"
"Alright! How about,..."
About thirty minutes later, V came out from the bathroom looking more peaked and weaker than ever before, like he hasn't eaten for a whole day. Despite that, he seemed determined to finally learn the ways of the King Of Rock.
"I'm ready." His voice, despite sounding weak, was laced with utter determination. "If (Y/N) enjoys such move, then I would gladly learn Elvis Presley for her. Anything for my sweet, little - "
youtube
Ladies and gentlemen, we've got a special treat for tonight!
I'm gonna call my friend Olly up here to sing to you ladies!
Olly!
Yeah!
Let's go, man!
Okay!
"Hey, man! Ye're just in time. Come here!" Nico called from the living room as some lively kind of music begun blasting from the speakers. The woman was also able to connect her phone to the television via a strange device ( V has learned not to question her regarding things like this and just allowed her to do her stuff ), and a few moments later, he found himself staring at the two dancers in the screen, completely mesmerized of their swift and exact, yet fun and engaging, movements.
My name is Olly, nice to meet you can I tell you, baby.
Look around there's a whole lot of pretty ladies.
But not like you, you shine so bright, yeah!
I was wondering if you and me could spend a minute.
On the floor up and close getting lost in it.
I won't give up without a fight.
V's eyes widened. The couple looked like they were really enjoying the dance! The movements looked snappy and hip, and the fast routine engulfed him whole in an instant! He even felt his toes and his fingers drumming to the beat of the pleasant sound!
He was interested! And this made Nico and Griffon nod in approval. Finally! A dance that was best suited for V, the mysterious one!
I just wanna, oh baby!
I just want you to dance with me tonight!
So come on, oh baby!
I just want you to dance with me tonight!
"What is this wonderful dance?" V asked as the routine ended.
"It's called Jive, V." Nico answered. "So, what do ya say? Wanna learn it?"
"Yes, please!" V answered with glee as he faced the woman. "But, (Y/N). Does she know how to do this?"
"She does! Actually, I think I've seen her dance that with Roman during his wedding party. You know, the day you wore that little lace garter on her thigh?"
Of course! How could he forget? His fingers gliding against your smooth skin as he slipped the little garter to your foot and wore it up to your thigh. And your shy, little smile and blushing cheeks as you looked into his eyes.
That lovely woman he thought he'd never see again,...
How could he forget?
And now that you have agreed to be his date, he will do anything to make that evening special for the both of you.
He will see this night through, even if it meant he has to learn some moves that could be considered out of his comfort zone.
He will do it for his sweet, little, beloved lady. He will do it for you.
And so, for the rest of the whole afternoon, V did nothing but watch Jive tutorials on the internet to learn the dance. With Nico and his familiars' help, he was able to learn it in only three hours. At least the basic parts of the dance, that is. With a few more hours of learning and practice, V was confident that he could master it in time for the New Year's Ball. He knew he will succeed and his hard work would pay off.
"I,... never really expected that I could learn something like this." The poet confessed as they enjoyed the snacks that Nico prepared for them - some Chinese walnut cookies paired with black Chinese tea ( she said it's for V's vitality, or something ). "It's true what they say: when there's a will, there's a way."
"Exactly!" Nico answered as she relaxed on the sofa, her legs crossed, and her fingers idly playing with the remote as she held the teacup with her other hand. "And with a few more practices, I'm sure ye'll snag the title of King! And (Y/N) will be the Queen!"
"I never wanted to earn that title." V confessed, taking a sip of the oriental style beverage.
"Why not?" Nico, whose eyebrows furrowed at what V just said, asked.
"Her happiness is enough for me. And her smile," V said, his own smile never leaving his gentle features. " ... is more than enough. Her happiness,... means everything to me."
To this, Nico smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Of course. And I'm sure if it's you, she will smile. She will be happy."
"Are you certain?"
"Yeah. Wanna bet on it?"
V chuckled. "There's,... no need for that."
"Well, that's - "
Nico was interrupted when a portal suddenly appeared right before them. It was like - !
"HOLY SHEEP! WHAT'S THAT?!" Nico yelled, frightening both Griffon and Shadow, who were minding their own business in one corner of the room.
V, on the other hand, was not surprised. With a knowing smile, he stood and made his way towards the portal, waiting for,... something,... to come out of it.
And when someone finally did come out, Nico, Griffon, and Shadow could not help but be frightened.
"Just in time," V greeted the man who came out of the portal with a slight tilt of his head and a smirk. " ... as always."
"I'm,.... never late." The man with white, spiky hair and cold eyes answered.
"Y - y - you're," Nico stuttered as she pointed at the visitor. She was still scrambling on the floor with V's poor familiars. " ... Dante's twin brother!"
The eyebrows of Dante's twin brother shot up to his hairline at the way Nico addressed him. He sheathed his sword and decided to just let this blunder of hers slip through.
"Vergil." V greeted as he offered his hand.
"You still go by that one letter name of yours?" Vergil, whose presence alone was too much compared to the powers of V and his familiars combined, asked as he shook V's hand.
"Yes, and I prefer it to remain that way." V answered as he went back to his chair and gestured for his brother to sit opposite him. "You being here, I assume you've brought it."
"I'm not Dante." Vergil snapped, his eyes landing on Nico and making her even more terrified. "I always fulfill my duties."
"W - w - what's he sayin', V?" Griffon whispered as he grasped his master's shoulders in fear of the man.
"Master, he might hurt you!" Shadow added as she huddled close to V in fright.
And Vergil heard this. "What hospitality you bestow upon your guests!"
"Forgive them. They are simply," V apologized, and with one swift move of his hand, the two familiars went back to him in an instant. " ... awed,... by your presence."
"Intimidated,... is what you wanted to say." Vergil retorted.
"You know me too well."
“That is a vast understatement."
There was a momentary silence between the men, and a few seconds later, Vergil finally showed V the thing he was holding onto. It was an old and extremely heavy - looking ornate box that seemed to contain something very important. The half Devil placed it on top of the table and effortlessly slid it towards V. The poet carefully opened it under the eyes of the curious Nico, who stood behind him, and soon, their eyes were met not with some kind of treasure but of something that seemed much more valuable.
"Father wore that when he confessed his feelings of love to mother." Vergil explained as V took the old outfit out of the box to examine it. "And that trinket," V noticed the necklace at the bottom of the box and picked it up. " ... was his wedding gift to her."
"Wow!" Nico gasped in awe as V allowed her to touch the golden necklace with the most beautiful sapphire gem on it. "This looks really expensive."
"It is not only expensive. It is more valuable than you think." Vergil answered as he leaned against the table with one elbow and propped his temple against his fist. "You could even say it is more valuable than any mortal's life."
"I did not ask for this." V spoke with utmost sincerity. He only asked for Vergil's help with the vintage outfit. He never expected his brother to do more than just that. He was practically giving away their mother's most prized possession!
"And I did not ask for anyone’s permission or opinion to bring that." Vergil answered truthfully. "You are going to that Ball with the person you loved. If you have no intention, whatsoever, of letting her go, then you better do everything you can in your power to make her yours. Do as father did, and make him proud." And with a slight glance at the plate of Chinese walnut cookies on the table next to him, he added, "And that girl (Y/N) deserved that trinket more than Dante. He will only sell it to pay his mountain of debt, if I may say so."
"How could I ever repay you for this?" V asked as he put the trinket and the outfit back to the ornate box. "I,... don't earn much. At least, not enough to pay for something like this."
"You don't have to." Vergil answered as he stood and made his way to the center of the living room where he first materialized. "I've made myself clear. Make that girl yours and carry on a proper Sparda bloodline. If anyone should do it, then it's you. I can't trust Dante with it, after all."
"What about you, Vergil?" Nico, whose fear of the tall man in blue finally dissipated, asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Aren't you going to the Ball? You received an invite, right?"
"How did you know about that?" Vergil unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the ground, his eyes narrowed at the woman.
"Dante is a chatterbox, ya know what I'm sayin'?"
Vergil's eyes narrowed even more. "What else did he tell you?"
"Yer date dumped ya."
"Well," Vergil turned away from them, raised his sword high up in the air that it almost reached the ceiling, and made a portal that was similar to the one he made earlier to get to V's house. " ... if he really is that interested in that Ball, then I should go directly to him right now and shove those invites down his throat. Maybe then, he would learn that it is foolish to dive his nose on other people's businesses."
"I'm grateful for your help, Vergil." V simply said. "I truly am."
"It was nothing." Vergil answered but, before he could step into the portal, he turned around once more and strode towards the table, making it there in only a few steps due to his long legs. "Can I, ah, have one of those?"
It took V a few seconds to realize that Vergil was actually asking for some cookies, and when he nodded, the intimidating Devil Hunter, who lived a far more decent life than his own twin by slaying Demons and earning more money than him, gingerly took one treat, a noticeable blush creeping up his pale face, and turned around unceremoniously.
And without another word, he stepped towards the portal he made and finally left. But, not before V and Nico hearing the audible crunch of the cookie that Vergil just ate away from their prying eyes first.
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❄ @la-vita , @dreaming-gamer , @clevermentalitybeliever , @birdgirl69 , and @v-vic . ❄
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"Ya sure ye wanna watch that Elvis vid?" Nico asked as she stepped out of V's house into the cold weather outside. "I thought ya don't want it."
"I'm pretty sure." V said with a grin. "One song there actually,... lured me in."
"Ah, that song!" Nico thoughtfully said. "Yeah, that was nice. Well, be seein' ya! And don't forget to call if ya need help!"
"I sure will."
"Bye!"
Not a moment has passed after V closed the door to his house when Nico noticed your former lover coming out of your house, looking down and rejected.
And he noticed her, as well.
"What are you looking at?!" Christopher growled at her, making her draw back cautiously. He seemed really mad, and with the bouquet and the box of chocolates in his hands, it only meant one thing: that he tried to win (Y/N) once more but she rejected him. And this made Nico smile from ear to ear.
"Whoa, I'm not even starin' at ya, no!" Nico's sarcastic answer only infuriated Christopher even more.
"You, STUPID BITCH - !"
"AH, AH, AH! Don't try it." Nico warned with a smile, then, she pointed at V's house behind her with her thumb. "Remember that Red Grave Muckspout? The fat bird that tried to kill ya? It lives there now! Ya don't want it to hear ya, or else,..."
"Or else, what?"
Nico placed her hand on her hip and playfully waved at Christopher with the other. "Or else it's bye bye eyeballs for ya!" And with it, she trotted away, humming her favorite song on the way to her ugly white van with a neon sign in it that says, Devil May Cry.
Nico's actions made Christopher look at the house, and there, on that window, he saw the man called V examining a set of vintage clothing that looked far more exquisite than his.
Wait, vintage clothing?
"Hey, V!" Christopher heard a shrill male voice coming from the house. V was not alone. "Ya think (Y/N) would like that necklace?"
"One could only hope." V answered as he took out an extremely expensive - looking jewelry from an ornate box on the table where the vintage clothing also came from. "But, for now, I want to practice more,… dances,… for the Ball."
"Don't overwork yerself, Shakespeare!"
"So! You're the one who took my (Y/N) away from me!" His teeth gritting in suppressed anger, Christopher threw the bouquet and the box of chocolates away and took out his cellphone from his pocket. Dialing a particular number, he waited until someone answered his call. And with fury - filled eyes for the man who was the cause of his embarrassment in front of you and your grandmother, he spoke, "I have a job for you,..."
You will pay for this, you, bastard!
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Colt green
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling through this world below
But there's no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
B A S I C S:
Full Name: Colt ‘McCrea’ Green
Quote: “Ride with you brother? Always.”
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Sexuality: Bisexual
Pronouns: He | Him
Appearance: Colt stands at 5'8 he has an overweight build with stronger arms, he hides his weight under clothing and he has multiple scars all over his body, the most being in his arms and legs where roped imbedded and left scars, a scar is over his throat from a failed attempt at killing him and he hides it with a green patterned bandanna with plant patterns stitched into the ends, he has unkempt black hair that curls at the end and Hazel eyes with green, gold and brown with slight hints of blue near the middle, he has bags under his eyes from going to bed late and waking up early.
O T H E R:
Family: Father: Campbell Green(deceased), Mother: Holly McCrea(deceased)
Animals: Horse - A Overo paint named Cherry, Cat - A yellow and white Maine coon named Cracker
Birthplace: Near the upper montana river, West Elizabeth great plains
Job(s): Outlaw, horse caretaker
Phobias: fear of deep water, fear of losing his loved ones, Fear of bees,wasps and hornets, fear of not doing something right or not being good enough
Guilty Pleasures: Candy
Hobbies: wood working, Singing alone or very rarely near the other members, Photography, writing, Taking care of the horses
M O R A L S:
Morality Alignment: True Neutral
Sins: Anger
Virtues: Kindness, Justice, hope, Faith
T H I S - O R - T H A T:
introvert / extrovert
organized / disorganized
close-minded / open-minded
calm / anxious / restless
disagreeable / agreeable / in between
cautious / reckless / in between
patient / impatient
outspoken / reserved
leader / follower / flexible
empathetic / unempathetic
optimistic / pessimistic / realistic
hard-working / lazy
traditional / modern / in between
G A N G I N F O:
Gang: Van Der Linde
Rank: 4th most trusted
Bounty: Wanted Dead or Alive
Price on Head: $4000
When did he join?: 1878
Favorite Gang activity: Robbing Stage's
Favorite member: Sean MacGuire
Second favorite: Javier Escuella
Third favorite: John Marston
Least Favorite/hate: Micah bell
Job in Gang: Taking care of the horses
How he joined: He was found when he was 12 in the year 1878, dutch hearing a scream of pain investigated and found the new gang, the O'Driscoll boys having tied up colts arms and legs to the point of embedding into the skin, they held him hostage and tortured him for not joining them, dutch arrived just in time as they slit colts throat, it failed and did not cut deep enough to kill him, after Dutch killed them he brought colt back with him and let him heal, asking colt to join When he was healed enough and colt accepted, becoming the first one to join out of everyone and becoming the second most loyal out of everyone in the gang.
Where he sleeps: he has a tent out farther than the others to always listen for people trying to sneaking into camp or sneak away.
Weapons:
Sawed-Off Shotgun
Rolling Block Rifle modified with a long scope and golden metal engraving with ivory metal and ebony wood
Relationships(Main ones):
Arthur Morgan: Considers him a older brother, the two have been together thick and thin since the beginning of the gang and he loves him dearly and he would die for him and even kill for him, he and Arthur often share pictures colt takes or stuff Arthur has written in his journal on his adventures, the two even act like brothers as seen through conversations or interactions when you talk to him or in missions
John Marston: Considers him a younger brother, he helped raise him since he was young and helped him try shooting better from the lessons Dutch taught him when he first joined, he helped him try to swim but ultimately failed at trying and often calls him raccoon or brother, even deartháir meaning brother in Irish and would die for him and his family, you can often see him talking to john after he argues with Abigail and helps him try being a better dad even if the two brothers don't know what the hell they are doing.
Hosea Matthews: Considers him a father, he taught colt how to read and be kind, he is the most like hosea in personality and colt appreciates that hosea is in his life, admiring him for teaching him things Dutch could not and will often share stories with hosea when he returns to camp after a adventure and shows him the pictures he's taken or when the two go hunting or fishing he shows what fish he's caught or even track animal's for hosea on hunting trips, the two almost died from wolves once and laugh it off now, he loves hosea like a father.
Dutch Van Der Linde: considers him a father figure in his life for saving his life, he taught colt how to trick people with his kindness and be a leader when needed, but he hates being a leader figure and just prefers being a follower and taught him how to rob people and pick pocket unsuspecting people, Dutch trust's him because he can keep secrets that need kept secret and can be a valuable asset in long range shooting, learning how to shoot far even with a pistol or a revolver.
Javier Escuella: Considers Javier a friend and a brother, he taught colt how to speak and understand spanish and to speak Spanish and in return, taught Javier how to speak English, colt often just listens to Javier playing his own songs on his guitar or sometimes even singing with him if he knows the song Javier is singing, and the two act like close friends and even brothers, they also talk in Spanish sometimes, mostly about how colt wants to visit Mexico and Javier promises to bring colt there one day and always be there for him, even if the gang breaks up one day.
Charles Smith: Considers him a friend, he likes the man for his quiet and reserved personality and that he seems to care for bison and other wildlife, and colt often takes Charles to his best locations for hunting in the area's colt loves throughout the different chapters, he tries helping Charles talk to people more people and help him make friends, and in return Charles helped him learn to track animals and hunt better, but mostly uses the skills to track animals he takes pictures of.
Sean Macguire: Considers sean a close friend and a brother, he is very close to him and loves his stories he tells around the campfire, Sean always cheers him up even at his lowest points, wherever the two go trouble seems to the two close behind, they are the best choice for stagecoach robberies or home robberies, but it's also a bad choice because they cause more trouble than good most of the times they are together, but they get the job done fast and efficient, colt tries teaching Sean to read once in awhile but Sean declines help from colt each time he tries helping him learn.
Kieran Duffy: a love hate relationship, he trust's this former O'Driscoll but still doesn't trust him fully but senses the man has a meek personality and a good heart, he helps him take care of the gangs horses and learn new ways for him to take care of the horses or protect him from the other gang members, once fought bill and pinned him down by his arm with his foot against Bill's back for trying to geld poor Kieran once.
P E R S O N A L:
Personality: a kind and caring individual, he loves being around people he considers family, he always puts his gang first before anything else and listening to different members stories, listening to javier's music and Sean's stories even if some of them may be stupid, he can act chaotic when he is around the gang but knows when to not act like that and stays calm, often stays up even when everyone is asleep,
but when he gets angry his attitude quickly goes to cold and hateful, a side inherited from his father who was a outlaw leader before his death, his father had a stern and cruel personality when he was still alive and this is shown the most around Micah or Bill when the two start causing trouble and often get in fights that end up with one of them on the ground or wounded,
he was raised for 12 years around his father's gang before there deaths and was taught right from wrong from one of the gang members and gained a adventurous personality from that time around them, he seems to love books and writing in a journal he buys later in the chapters and loves nature and wildlife, specifically elks and moose,
R E L A T I O N S H I P S:
He also loves being around the girls and tries lowering miss grimshaw’s attitude towards them but ultimately fails since he is also somewhat afraid of her, he also loves cats and even has his own cat dutch and hosea let him have when he found her 4 years ago.
OTP: N/A
Acceptable Ships: N/A
OT3: N/A
BroTP: Arthur/Colt, John/Colt, Javier/Colt, Sean/Colt
NOTP: Dutch/Colt, Hosea/Colt, Micah/Colt, Bill/Colt, Uncle/Colt
F A C T S:
1. He is blinded by loyalty and almost doesn't see dutch's wrong choices later in the chapter's.
2. He was once trying to learn knife tricks from Javier once and the knife stabbed into his hand, leaving a scar on his right hand.
3. he's going blind from age.
4. He sometimes hums to himself if he thinks he is alone
5. He has fast Metabolism, so he looks sickly and can get sick easily
6. Hated John when he first join but overtime they grew closer, and sometimes call each other brother.
7. Fought Bird Anderson and Lost, gets mocked by the gang sometimes for losing to a kid.
8. Is the son of a now deceased infamous gang leader Named Campbell Green.
9. Can speak Gaelic, Spanish and English.
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