#it feels like i’m just waiting around for my opportunities like i’m always ready to take them

[pupuyvs]

47

Chaewon quickly checks her appearance once more in the mirror.

She wanted to look absolutely perfect for Jihye.

“You look dumb,” Eunchae says, breaking Chaewon’s concentration.

Chaewon rolls her eyes, “What do you want, Jihye is waiting outside.”

“Nothing, just wanted to say you look dumb.”

“Thanks Eunchae,” Chaewon says as she grabs her overnight bag.

“It’s a good thing.”

Chaewon raises an eyebrow, “How is looking “dumb” a good thing?”

Eunchae shrugs looking down at her shoes, “Never seen you dress like this for Yeonjun, you’re always looking uncomfortable and “not dumb,” and I don’t know it’s nice to see you differently.”

Chaewon smiles at the younger girl, “Softening up on me?”

Eunchae scoffs, “No, never.”

“Good, after all it’s just a first date,” Chaewon feels her phone buzz in her hand, another text from Jihye, “A first date I’m currently making wait.”

Eunchae moves away from the door as Chaewon walks towards it.

“Be safe, if Jihye tries anything I’ll fight her.”

Chaewon nods as she chuckles, “I’ll make sure to bring something back from wherever we go for you.”

Eunchae smiles in response, which causes Chaewon to smile back at her. She hugs the taller girl before finally walking down the stairs and leaving the house.

When she walks out she sees Jihye leaning against her car, looking down to fidget with her hands. Once she hears the front door close she looks up and smiles causing Chaewon to blush lightly.

“Here, let me take that,” Jihye says once Chaewon reaches her, grabbing her overnight bag.

With the bag in one hand, she opens the passenger door with the other.

“Thank you,” Chaewon says as she gets in the car.

Once the door closes she takes it as an opportunity to take a look around the interior of the car.

The car was an older Honda, with fabric seats that held tiny wear and tear from over the years. Fingerprints were visible on any place they could stick. There were small cartoon stickers on the dashboard; beads and a car freshener that smelt of cinnamon, hanging from the rearview mirror. As she went to take a look at the back seat the driver door opened, Jihye got in with a small smile.

“Ready to go?”

Chaewon nods, which causes Jihye to put her seatbelt on and start up the car.

As they leave through the roundabout in front of Chaewon’s house, Chaewon takes it as another opportunity to look around the car some more.

The back of the car was big enough to fit three people, with small stains from what was clearly past food spills. On the floor was Jihye’s soccer bag, her cleats, jersey and shin guards spilling out of it. The floor clearly had just been vacuumed recently, the material having the clear telltale signs.

It was different from what she was used to, her family and friends' cars were luxurious, leather seats with beautiful trim littering the dashboard and doors. The car windows would be crystal clean, everyone who would enter the car knowing to not touch anything their hands wouldn’t touch regularly. However, Chaewon finds she didn’t mind Jihye’s car, in fact she might’ve preferred it like this, it felt more comfortable.

When she looks forward she sees a hand holding a wire in front of her.

“So you can play music,” Jihye says while still looking at the road.

Chaewon nods before taking the wire and plugging it into her phone, she plays the first playlist she sees and puts her phone on her lap.

“This song sounds good.”

“It’s one of my favorites,” Chaewon responds.

“Really? What is it?”

“In love by ADOY.”

Jihye hums, “I have to add it to my playlist.”

Chaewon doesn’t respond, leading them to fall into a small comfortable silence.

“How long do we have till we get there again,” Chaewon asks after a few songs play.

“Almost three hours, you can take a small nap if you want to, we’ll be out for a bit tonight.”

Chaewon nods, but before she could respond she gets distracted.

See Chaewon was a simple girl, she never claimed to be any different, so she couldn’t be blamed for being distracted when she sees Jihye’s right hand now resting on the center console. She knew she could just hold Jihye’s hands, but she felt nervous for the first time in a while, see she never held hands with Yeonjun, why would she, she didn’t actually like him, and Yena didn’t like to hold hands. So now here she was stuck, struggling to hold someone’s hand.

She sighed out as she flexed her left hand, “Just grab her hand,” Chaewon thinks to herself.

Too distracted, she doesn’t see Jihye glancing at her, concerned with each sigh Chaewon lets out.

“You okay Chaewon?”

Chaewon looks at her before spitting out the question, “Can I hold your hand?”

Jihye quickly gives Chaewon a shocked look before nodding and holding her hand up.

Jihye’s hand was soft, with old small calluses littering it, which Chaewon assumed came from childhood adventures. It was slightly bigger than hers and was more so on the slimmer side, to put it simply, it was perfect for Chaewon.

“Feeling better?”

“Sorry?”

“You were sighing a lot so I just thought you weren’t feeling okay,” Jihye tells her.

“I am, thank you.”

Jihye doesn’t respond which leaves Chaewon to turn her attention back to their intertwined hands, which she pulls onto her lap. She quickly takes a picture of it with her other hand, the music pauses causing Jihye to look at her before smiling and staying silent.

Once the music resumed Chaewon is slowly lulled to sleep by the atmosphere and warmth Jihye’s hand brings, after just a few minutes of trying to fight it Chaewon ends up falling into a deep sleep.

Chaewon is pulled from her slumber by Jihye trying to pull her hand from hers. Not wanting to separate, Chaewon holds on tighter causing the other to let out a sound of exasperation.

“Chae, I need you to let go.”

Chae? I like the sound of that.

“Chae, please let go, we’re here.”

Chaewon finally lets Jihye’s hand slip from hers as she opens her eyes to look around.

They were parked on a very typical countryside street, dogs outside, clothing lines decorating the front of every house while bikes are parked against them.

The slam of the trunk pulls her out of her observations, she watches as Jihye walks up a couple of stairs before sliding open a door and disappearing.

Chaewon takes this as the chance to check her phone only to see multiple messages from Yizhuo and Eunchae, both wondering if she was alive.

She rolls her eyes at their dramatics before responding to them both saying she was more than okay.

She jumps lightly when there is a knock on the window, relaxing when she sees it is Jihye.

Jihye opens her door slightly before standing in the opening, essentially caging her in.

She begins talking but Chaewon is way too distracted by the lipstick print on her cheek.

Chaewon is a very possessive person, always has been, and since discovering Jihye her possessive nature has only grown. So seeing another persons kiss mark on someone she considered hers was not something she was happy about.

“So what do you think?”

Chaewon simply gestures for Jihye to lean down, which she does, albeit confused.

Once she was close enough Chaewon licks the tip of her thumb and immediately starts wiping the mark off Jihye’s face. When it was gone enough to satisfy Chaewon she smiles, “Repeat what you were saying.”

Now blushing Jihye repeats herself, “I was saying that we should walk, the place is only 10 minutes away, and there probably won’t be any parking so you know…”

Chaewon simply nods before unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car.

Once out Jihye closes the door for her and locks it, looking at Chaewon she smiles and holds her hand out, “Shall we?”

The walk had been peaceful so far, it taking a bit longer than 10 minutes due to Jihye having to stop to say hi to a person she seemed to have known along the way. As they get closer the smell of food gets stronger along with the loudness of people. It wasn’t until Chaewon spotted a ferris wheel in the distance did she know where they were going.

“You brought me to a carnival?”

Jihye shrugs slightly, “More so a festival, I hope that’s okay.”

Chaewon quickly nods, “More than okay I’ve always wanted to go to one as a kid. It also helps no one will notice us here.”

The smile on Jihye’s face drops, “Right.”

Before Chaewon could see the change in Jihye’s attitude she immediately puts a smile back on and pulls her to where the entrance is.

Once inside Chaewon drops Jihye’s hand so she can take everything in. It was exactly as she expected it to be; rows and rows of food, games, and vendors selling things, the lights coming from them slightly dull due to the sun still being up. Live music, being played from somewhere, filling the gaps in the hundreds of conversations around them.

Jihye smiles as she takes a couple of steps back to take a picture of the girl, she had purposely cleaned out her camera roll since she knew she would want to take hundreds of her tonight.

Once satisfied with the picture she goes back to the girl’s side, “I was thinking since the sun doesn’t set for about another hour, we could look at some of the vendors here, do a couple of rides, play some games, then when it gets dark eat, and do it all again. We can save the ferris wheel for last.”

Chaewon nods excitedly before hugging the girl's arm, “Let's do exactly that.”

Jihye chuckles softly at the girl before nodding and starting to walk, Chaewon still clinging onto her arm.

The first thing they did was shop for Chaewon’s friends and Eunchae. Finding cute trinkets she thought each girl might like.

Chaewon was in the middle of looking at a necklace when Jihye tears away from her, causing her to immediately look up.

“I’ll be right back.”

With that Jihye walks away, Chaewon looks back at the necklace but feels herself growing uninterested due to Jihye no longer being next to her.

“Can I please get it?”

Chaewon turns to the noise, it was a little girl asking her mom for a bracelet. The mother gave the girl a look Chaewon has never seen before and watches as she shakes her head softly, “It’s too much sweetie.”

The little girl nods sadly and Chaewon feels her heart clench slightly, she quickly calls over the vendor, “How much is that bracelet?”

“75,000 won.”

Chaewon nods before handing over her card. The vendor quickly swipes her card and bags up the bracelet, but is confused when she shakes her head. “Give it to that little girl, tell them you decided to give it to them.”

The vendor nods and quickly does it, Chaewon smiles when she sees the shock on both the mom and daughter’s face. She was watching the mom put the bracelet on her daughter when she is pulled from the sight by a familiar voice nearly whispering in her ear, “That was a nice thing to do.”

Chaewon shrugs before turning to Jihye, “Why’d you leave me?”

Jihye looks at Chaewon with a look in her eyes, another one she isn’t familiar with, but as quickly as it is there it is gone. She watches as Jihye lifts something up in front of her, and looks at it confused, “A necklace? I don’t really need one.”

“Just take it.”

As she grabs it she spots something new on Jihye’s thumb, which causes her to look back at the necklace, before gasping and hitting her arm.

“You got us matching jewelry?”

Jihye, still rubbing the area Chaewon hit, sheepishly nods, “I hope that’s okay, I thought it’d be cool if we had something matching to remember this day by. It’s also lowkey so no one will notice.”

Chaewon quickly put the necklace back in Jihye’s hand before turning around, “Put it on me.”

The necklace was a skinny chain that had a ring with a small sun engraved into it, it matching perfectly with the thumb ring Jihye now had on that had a small moon engraving.

When Jihye finishes closing the clasp Chaewon immediately turns around and hugs her.

Jihye hugs her back, “I take it you like it?”

Chaewon quickly nods as she pulls back, “I love it.”

Jihye smiles before biting her bottom lip nervously, “I know it's nothing compared to what Yeonjun could probably get you, I just thought it’d be nice. Actually, give it back it’s stupid.”

Chaewon immediately steps back from Jihye’s hand, “If you touch it I’ll kill you.”

Jihye freezes, “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Not giving Jihye a chance to respond she immediately grabs her arm and starts pulling her through the crowd, “The sun is setting, let's eat and then I want you to win me one of those big bears.”

After looking at different food options Jihye ended up choosing an American style stall that she had said sounded familiar. Once they finally reach the ordering window, a young man around their age starts taking their order. “Welcome to Joey’s what would you- Jihye?!”

Previously looking for her phone, she immediately looks up and her eyes widened, “Hanbin?!?”

The teen, who Chaewon now knows is Hanbin, smiles widely, “Long time no see!”

He was now leaning fully out the stall so the girl could hear him better, “How’ve you been,” he asked.

“Good.”

“Yeah? How’s Seoul been treating you?”

“Pretty well, I’m part of the soccer team now.”

Hanbin laughs before realizing she was being serious, “Really? Clumsy Jihye playing soccer…who would’ve thought?”

Jihye chuckles at the old nickname, “I know, how’ve you been?”

“Well enough, working the stall with my dad nowadays.”

“Is Mr. Sung here?”

Hanbin nods before pulling back to call for his dad, after a few seconds an older version of Hanbin pops out from behind the stall. As he stands in front of Jihye he stares for a few before taking her into a tight hug, “Little Hye, it’s been too long.”

Chaewon laughs at the look on Jihye's face. Once she is put down Jihye immediately slouches over, “I see you’re still a big hugger Mr. Sung.”

The older man stares at the girl once more, “You go to Seoul and suddenly it’s Mr. Sung, you know it’s Uncle Jihoon.”

Jihye nodded, “Right, Uncle Jihoon.”

The older Sung smiles as he pats Jihye back when he finally notices Chaewon, “Hey who is this? Your girlfriend?”

Chaewon smiles and just as she’s about to accept the title Jihye answers, “No, this is my friend from Seoul, Chaewon.”

Chaewon immediately glares at the girl as she greets the two Sungs. As she continues glaring another boy comes over and taps the older man, “Sorry to interrupt this, but the lines getting kinda crazy and I need help.”

Mr. Sung nods, “I got it Hao, Hanbin get these ladies whatever they want, on the house.”

“Are you sure Uncle Jihoon?”

The man nods again, “Absolutely, we’re family, I could never charge family. Just make sure next time you visit you bring some of your mom’s jjimdak.”

Jihye nods as the man went back into the stall to help, Hanbin immediately looks back at the two, “So what do you guys want?”

Jihye looks at Chaewon and is shocked when she sees the girl looking at her angrily. She clears her throat, “What do you want?”

“Fries,” Chaewon said curtly.

Jihye looks at Hanbin who is trying not to laugh, “Got it, Hye I’ll just get you what you like and some waters. You can go sit at the tables, I'll bring it to you.”

Jihye nods as she heads to the table with Chaewon. Once they sit down Jihye looks at her expectantly, when she doesn’t say anything she winces, “Did I do something?”

“Why’d you just call me a friend?”

“What?”

“In front of Mr. Sung, you called me a friend. Are we not on a date right now?”

Jihye furrows her eyebrows, “Didn’t you say you didn’t want anyone to know about us? Isn’t that why we’re three hours away from Seoul, so no one could recognize us.”

Chaewon’s jaw clenches, Jihye was right. “I meant that for when there’s people from school.”

“Oh, but you’re also not my girlfriend…”

“But I’m not your friend.”

“So…what should I say?”

“Just say yes.”

“Okay.”

Chaewon smiles as Hanbin comes with their food. As Jihye begins to eat she looks at Chaewon who just stares at her. “Are you seriously not going to eat,” Jihye asks.

“I’m still upset, meaning you have to feed me.”

Jihye scoffs before holding up a fry to Chaewon’s mouth, which she happily eats.

“So, how do you know them?”

Jihye swallows what she has as she raises another fry for Chaewon, “There was a group of us, we all lived on the same street. Only one of us had a TV at the time, however she only came here during the summer so a lot of our time was spent outside playing stupid games. The group was called the ‘Andong-gang’ or ‘Angang’ for short. Due to us being so close our families naturally became close.”

Chaewon nods as she brings Jihye’s hand closer to her to take a bite of her food. Ignoring her stare of disbelief she speaks, “That’s kinda cute, I never had that type of experience. Yizhuo, Minjeong, and Aeri came when my parents made business deals.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

Chaewon takes a second to think, did it bother her? She thinks for another moment before speaking, “Not really, we’re pretty close despite everything and we’ll always be because of our parents.”

Jihye nods as she holds up her food for Chaewon to take another bite from.

Once they finish and throw out their stuff Jihye looks at Chaewon, “Where to now, Princess Chaewon?”

“Princess? I like that.”

“Of course you do.”

“I want you to win me a bear.”

Jihye stares down at her, “You know those games are rigged right?”

Chaewon shrugs, “And?”

The taller girl laughs as she holds her hand out for the other, “Let’s go get you your rigged bear.”

Taking her hand the two girls head towards the game section of the festival.

A chill overtakes the town as the sun finally sets, leaving Chaewon shivering slightly. Due to her “bad bitches don’t get cold” motto she had refused to bring a jacket. She tries hiding each shiver as they look for a game to play, but it didn’t really matter, Jihye was always too observant. She stops in the middle of the crowded walkway and sighs, “I told you to bring a jacket.”

She has heard this a million times, Yena would say this before throwing her a jacket and walking away leaving Chaewon to try and catch up, while Yeonjun would simply shake his head and ignore her teeth chattering. Chaewon wonders which one Jihye will be like, but much to her surprise Jihye simply clicks her teeth before gently placing her letterman over her shoulders. “Should I always keep a jacket with me or do you only not bring jackets when you’re told you should?”

Chaewon can only stare at the girl as people walk around them, a new emotion rising in her chest, one that made her want to hold onto the girl and never let go. This new emotion was dangerous as Chaewon never expected to feel this way, especially this fast.

Jihye tilts her head to the side, “You okay?”

Chaewon simply nods as she slips both her arms in the jacket's sleeve, warmth immediately encompassing her. The smell of Jihye, almond and cashmere, immediately overtake her senses, making her desire to latch onto the girl grow. She had no doubt in her mind that this would now be her new favorite jacket.

Deciding not to confuse the girl anymore she grips onto the girl's arm, and rests her head on her bicep. “Let’s play this game and go.”

“No ferris wheel?”

Chaewon just shakes her head against her arm, causing Jihye to smile in response.

After walking around for a bit more they finally find a game Jihye thinks she can win, one that luckily no one else seems to notice.

The game worker gasps loudly when the girls arrived, “Jihye?”

“Haewon?”

“Oh my god, it’s so good to see you.”

Separating from Chaewon, Jihye leans over to hug the girl, which earns them both a harsh glare.

“What brings you back here?”

“The festival.”

Chaewon wants to add the fact that she was more specifically here on a date with her, but decides to wait to see how this Haewon girl interacts with Jihye.

“That’s cool, we’ve missed you around here, it's not the same without you and Yujin.”

Jihye pouts slightly, “I miss you guys too, I definitely plan to come see you guys again soon though.”

Chaewon feels her eye twitch when Haewon smiles widely at that.

“Good, when are you leaving? We should hang before you go.”

“Tomorrow, sadly.”

Haewon frowns at that, “Let’s exchange numbers then.”

Jihye nods excitedly, “Absolutely, wait until I tell Yujin about seeing you.”

After exchanging numbers, much to Chaewon’s annoyance, Haewon finally asks Jihye if she wants to play. Not allowing the girl to pay because “Angang for life” or whatever, Jihye tries. She of course fails each try, after all the games are rigged. After failing a number of times Jihye looks defeated. Chaewon of course finds it cute, but before she can comfort her a huge stuffed bear comes between them.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you walk away without it did you?”

Fucking Haewon.

Jihye knows she must be an interesting sight as she walks towards her old house. Due to Chaewon being upset again she demanded she give her a piggyback ride back, so here she was walking the streets of her old hometown with a huge stuffed animal in her arms and Chaewon on her back.

“Chae, you really don’t want to walk?”

“That’s not my name.”

Jihye furrows her eyebrows, “Chaewon?”

“No.”

Jihye sighs, “Then what is your name?”

“Princess.”

Jihye stops in her tracks and scoffs, “Seriously?”

She feels the girl nod against her back, “Yes, now ask me again with my name.”

Jihye sighs, “Princess, do you really not want to walk?”

“No.”

Jihye groans as she starts to walk again.

“What are you groaning for, I’m not even heavy.”

Jihye immediately agrees, “You’re not, but I’m also holding your massive fur child and we are about 5 minutes away from the house still.”

Chaewon smacks her teeth, “I bet if it was Haewon you wouldn’t have complained.”

“Haewon?”

Jihye stays silent as she thinks back to her interaction with the girl mentioned, she stops when it hits her. She crouches down slightly so Chaewon’s feet will touch the ground before turning to her. Before Chaewon can complain Jihye speaks, “You’re easy to get jealous.”

Chaewon rolls her eyes, “And?”

“It’s cute.”

Chaewon glares at her before pushing her, mostly the bear, and walking away.

Giving her a few seconds to mope she then jogs to her side, moving the bear to one side of her body she grabs Chaewon’s hand with her free one. “Did you have a good time tonight?”

Chaewon doesn’t bother with a response, which Jihye takes as a sign to continue, “I did, I got to go out with the girl I’ve liked since freshman year.”

This causes Chaewon to pause to look at her, “You’ve liked me since freshman year?”

Jihye nods, which causes the shorter girl to lightly push her, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Maybe because you didn’t know I existed until this year.”

“You still could’ve confessed to me, people do it all the time.”

“Yeah, but those people aren't what your friends dubbed as the ‘biggest loser in school.’”

Chaewon frowns at that, “I don’t think you’re a loser.”

Jihye looks at her with doubt, “Yes you do, that’s why we’re currently three hours from Seoul. Not that I mind.”

The statement causes Chaewon to look down, which then causes Jihye to sigh, “What I was trying to say is, I don’t like Haewon and she definitely doesn’t like me. Even if she did, I’ve been waiting since ninth grade for you to even look at me, and now that I’m here with you no girl is going to change that.”

Chaewon looks up with a wide smile, “You’re such a smooth talker, you better not be talking to any other girls like this.”

Jihye laughs, “Of course not, now can we finally get to the house?”

The shorter girl nods and starts to walk, swinging her and Jihye’s interlocked hands.

When they finally get into the house, the girls take off their shoes and replace them with slippers.

Jihye starts to lead them through the house, while they are walking Chaewon looks at the pictures decorating the wall, when she sees one she immediately stops causing Jihye, who is still holding her hand, to be yanked back.

“Jihye, whose house is this?”

Moving to be next to her, “My grandma’s, or well my old house, why?”

Chaewon immediately starts to hit the girl's shoulder, “You brought me to your childhood home, where your grandma lives without telling me?”

The taller girl, currently wincing, nods.

“Are you insane,” Chaewon exclaims in a low tone.

“What’s wrong?”

“If I knew I was going to meet one of your family members I would’ve brought something way nicer to wear tomorrow like my Chanel two piece.”

Jihye looks at her amused, “Chaewon, my grandma is a seventy year old woman from the countryside, she would not care if you showed up in Chanel. I didn’t realize it could make you feel uncomfortable, which I apologize for, so if it makes you feel better I’ll tell my grandma to be out when you wake up.”

This earns her another slap to her shoulder, “Are you crazy? What would I look like asking your grandmother to leave her house? It’s fine, I’ll meet your grandmother tomorrow.”

Shaking her head Jihye simply leads them to a couple doors, she points to the one of the right, “This is my old room,” she then points to the one on the left, “That’s the guest room, it was originally my parents room but my grandma converted it to a guest for when we visit. That’s where you’ll be sleeping.”

Chaewon looks at her confused, “I’m not staying in the same room with you?”

Jihye looks at her in shock, “I never slept with a girl on a first date.”

“You went on dates with other girls?”

“I know you meant that possessively,” Jihye says with a pout, “But that sounded like you were insulting me.”

Chaewon rolls her eyes, “Where's the bathroom so I can get ready for bed?”

Jihye leads her to the bathroom, “You’re lucky my grandma just got a new water boiler, you ever have to wait for water to boil on a stove?”

Not giving her a chance to respond, Jihye closes the door and lets the girl get ready.

Once she finishes Jihye quickly replaces her to get ready for bed, when she finishes Chaewon is already in the guest room laying down, Jihye peeks her head in, “Just wanted to say goodnight.”

Looking up from her phone, which had died earlier in the day, Chaewon tells her goodnight back.

When Jihye slides into her own bed, she immediately feels herself drifting to sleep, trying to fight it, she quickly texts her friends and family a small update and that she’ll see them tomorrow. Starting to drift off, she jolts awake when she hears her door open.

“Chaewon?”

She doesn’t get a response instead the shorter girl slides in next to her, wraps an arm around her waist and lays her head on her chest.

Jihye simply wraps her own arm around the girl and finally lets sleep overtake her.

When Chaewon wakes up, she’s a bit confused as she takes in the unfamiliar setting. It takes a few moments for her brain to remember where exactly she is, once she remembers she immediately notices that Jihye is no longer next to her. As she sits up to stretch she decides to take in the room, the first thing she notices are the two different themes. While one was more plain, the other, the side she was currently on, held posters to various cartoons, a desk with a notebook that was open, which Chaewon would later discovered had a robot sketch on it, and bright red bed sheets.

Deciding shes done enough snooping she gets up, as she opens the door she hears talking from the front of the house. She quietly heads back into the guest room to grab her bag and now fully charged phone. Quickly getting ready Chaewon drops her bag off in the guest room and heads to the front of the house where she sees Jihye sitting at a table, talking to an older woman who was cooking in a kitchen, their conversation slightly hard for her to follow due to their shared dialect.

When Jihye spots her she immediately lights up, standing she walks towards her, “Good morning.”

Chaewon quickly leans on the girl and mumbles a small good morning back.

They are interrupted by someone clearing their throat, which causes Chaewon to immediately separate them as she remembers who Jihye was just previously talking to.

Not giving Chaewon a chance to put too much distance between them Jihye grabs her hand and smiles at her grandma.

“And who is this pretty girl in my house?”

“This is Chaewon.”

The cheerleader feels nervous as Jihye’s grandmother studies her. Once she’s finished she smiles, Chaewon immediately seeing the charming Yoo family smile, “You have good taste hyehye, shes pretty.”

Jihye’s smile gets impossibly wider as she nods her head agreeing. The older lady points to the table, “Sit, I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Jihye pulls the girl to her side of the table, and immediately pulls out the seat for Chaewon. Once Chaewon sits she pushes it in for her, and then goes to help her grandma bring over any remaining dishes.

When every dish is brought over she pulls out a chair for her grandmother and then goes to sit next to Chaewon.

They both start to eat once the older lady had grabbed the first piece.

Chaewon eyes immediately open wide when the food hits her tongue, this was by far the best food she had ever tried. Sure she had eaten at five star restaurants and had food prepared by world famous chefs, but nothing had come close to this. Nothing had this much obvious care in it.

“So, Chaewon, did you like the festival,” Jihye’s grandmother asked.

Chaewon nods, “Yes, it was absolutely beautiful Ms. Yoo.”

Jihye’s grandmother immediately waves her off, “Please, call me Grandma Yoo, Ms just makes me sound old.”

“You are old, grandma.”

The older woman simply ignores her, “I remember when that festival was smaller Hye and I would make necklaces and sell them there.”

Chaewon turns to the girl in shock, “You used to work there?”

Jihye nods as she swallows her food, “When I was way younger, but we had to stop when grandma's joints got bad.”

“And then she started to make robots, which I’m still waiting for my gardener robot.”

Jihye just shakes her head as she places some more food on Chaewon’s plate.

Before Chaewon can stop her, not wanting the girl's grandmother to think she was incapable of doing simple tasks, her grandmother speaks again, “Have you taken her to see the bridge?”

“No, I was planning to take her before we leave.”

“You should’ve taken her last night, it’s pretty at night.”

Jihye nods, “I will next time.”

Chaewon feels her heart flutter at the thought of there being a next time.

“Good, now eat up so you guys can be on the road early.”

The rest of breakfast, more so lunch, went on with Jihye’s grandmother telling her stories of Jihye’s childhood. Once they finish, Jihye helps her grandmother clean up as Chaewon collects all her things. When she finishes she heads back to the front of the house where she sees Jihye and her grandmother splashing water on each other. When they finish playing Jihye mops it up, even though she had made the least of the mess between the two, while her grandmother heads off somewhere else in the house.

When she sees Chaewon she walks over to her, “You got everything?”

Chaewon nods, which causes Jihye to grab her bag for her. Her grandmother then comes back with a few bags clearly full, “Some mandarins and oranges from my garden. Also, some food for the road.”

She hands a couple of bags to Jihye and couple to Chaewon, immediately receiving a thanks from both.

Both girls say their goodbyes, her grandmother hugging the both of them, much to Chaewon’s surprise. As Jihye went to put the bag in her trunk, Jihye’s grandmother calls for Chaewon, “Don’t be a stranger, you’re welcome any time.” That simple phrase makes Chaewon tear up as she nods before heading to the car.

When Jihye notices the girl is teary eyed the smile drops from her face, “What’s wrong?”

Chaewon simply shakes her head as she hugs the girl, how could she possibly explain she has never felt more cared for her entire life, and this was just a first date.

After spending a few minutes recomposing herself she steps back to look at Jihye, who is visibly concerned, “I’m fine, let's go see that bridge.”

Jihye isn’t fully convinced though, “Are you sure? I can just bring you back home now.”

“I’m sure.”

That is all Jihye needs as she nods and pulls away from the girl to open the door for her.

As Chaewon buckles in, Jihye gets in and does the same. After getting them en route to the bridge the girl grabs Chaewon’s hand, this time, without her needing to ask.

Jihye quietly groans as Chaewon moves into another pose.

Once they had arrived at the bridge Chaewon had gasped at how beautiful everything was. They had walked a bit of it before Chaewon started to ask for Jihye to take pictures of her, which Jihye had of course said yes to. However, a few pictures had turned into stopping every two seconds to take more.

“Chae, do you really need these many?”

“Not my name and yes, I do.”

Jihye shakes her head and continues taking pictures for her, until a text comes in. The taller girl had prided herself in not being someone who gets jealous easily, however she couldn’t stop her jaw from clenching as she stands up.

“What are you doing? I’m not done.”

Jihye just hands the girl’s phone back to her, “Yeonjun texted you,” and begins to walk the rest of the bridge, Chaewon following closely behind her.

She hears Chaewon groan loudly behind her, “We have to go, Yeonjun just got posted on that Kwangya page again.”

“Of course he did,” Jihye mutters to herself.

Too busy texting people to try and fix the issue, she doesn’t notice Jihye’s change in mood.

When they reach the car Jihye opens the door for Chaewon as she usually does, once the cheerleader gets in she immediately starts texting with one hand as she moves her left hand to the center with her palm up.

After a few moments of Jihye driving, Chaewon notices her hand is still empty. Tearing her eyes from the phone, she looks at Jihye with a confused look, “What are you doing?”

“Driving.”

“No duh smartass, I meant,” she shakes her left hand.

Jihye doesn’t respond, instead pulls into a gas station, “I have to get gas, then we’ll go.” She doesn’t wait for Chaewon to say anything as she turns the car off and gets out.

When she comes back Chaewon’s window had been rolled down and she was now resting her head on the door. Once Jihye pulls the latch so the gas can pump itself Chaewon waves her over. When she stands in front of the door Chaewon loosely grabs her hand and begins tracing over the ring softly, her letterman, or Chaewon’s now, covering the tips of her fingers where Chaewon holds.

“What’s wrong with you,” Chaewon asks softly.

Jihye bites her bottom lip, “Do you have to fake date him?”

It finally hits Chaewon, Jihye is jealous, “Yeonjun will inherit his father’s business in the future,” Chaewon starts, “Due to this, his father believes he should be doing things such as writing, reading, math, and other stuff like that, not soccer. So, as long as he’s “dating” me, the soccer team gets funding.”

“But what do you gain from it,” Jihye questions.

“A prom queen title.”

Jihye nods, before separating them to finish pumping gas, when she gets in the car Chaewon looks at her, “You feeling better?”

Jihye nods, “Sorry.”

Chaewon smiles, “It’s okay, I like that you get jealous over me already. Now let's go.”

As Jihye starts up the car Chaewon catches a glimpse of something in the rearview mirror making her look back immediately, “Did you buckle in the teddy bear?”

Jihye just laughs as she pulls out the lot.

The rest of the drive goes off without a hitch, the two girls sing loudly to songs that play, and Chaewon feeds Jihye some mandarins.

When they get close to Seoul, Chaewon feels a wave of disappointment wash over her. She didn’t want this to end, she had never felt happier in her life. As they get closer to her house she grips tighter on to Jihye’s hand, once they reach her house Jihye has lost complete feeling in it.

They sit in silence once Jihye turns the car off. When Chaewon finally nods her head, Jihye gets out and grabs her bag from the trunk and the bear from the backseat.

By the time she makes it back to Chaewon’s door, Chaewon is standing in front of it, the bags of food given to her by the other’s grandma in her hand.

“Come on, I’ll carry this stuff to the door.”

When they get closer to the door, it opens revealing Eunchae.

“Ooo, is this bear for me?”

“As if, you touch it, you die.”

Eunchae scoffs, “Hi Jihye, let me help you with that stuff.”

Jihye nods, and the youngest purposely grabs the bear first, sticking her tongue out at her older sister. She then grabs the overnight bag from her hand, “Did you get me anything?”

Chaewon nods which causes the girl to exclaim and leave the two girls by the front door.

Jihye then turns to her and smiles softly, “I hope you had a good time.”

“I did, that was the best date I ever had,” Chaewon confirms.

“Good.”

The two stand there, both clearly not wanting to leave.

“Chae-”

“Ji-”

“Sorry, you go first,” the cheerleader says.

Jihye just shakes her head lightly, “I should go, my family might worry soon.”

Chaewon pouts before pulling the girl into a tight hug, she then gets on her tiptoes to kiss the girl on her cheek. “Text me when you get home.”

Jihye nods, a blush now painting her face. She turns around and heads to her car, once in she gestures for Chaewon to go inside. Listening, Chaewon waves one last time, and closes the door once inside. When she hears the car drive away she can’t help but smile widely.

“You look dumb.”

“Shut up Eunchae.”

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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞?

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• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: a TikTok trend turns out to be the best surprise of your life.

• Warnings: few curse words and dirty talking, highly suggestive at the end.

• Word count: 1040.

• A/N: I don’t know how to feel about this one to be honest 😭 Let me know what you think and like, comment and reblog if you want. As always thank you so much for your constant support I missed you all so so much ❤️

“Hi guys!” You smiled, taking a step back to show your entire frame in the video. “Come here baby,” you called Charles waving with your hand and encouraging him to come closer to you. He wrapped his arm around your hip, leaving a kiss on your temple before bringing his gaze to your figures on the phone screen.

You were making a TikTok and you had finally found the perfect opportunity to follow the trend of calling your boyfriend ‘husband’, wanting to capture Charles’ reaction really bad.

“You look divine,” he whispered in your ear, his voice so low it was unlikely it registered. You giggled as you looked at him and leaned against his body, placing a hand on his shirt-covered chest and letting the scent of his cologne invade your senses.

“Sooo,” you continued, turning back to the actually absent audience. “I’m here with my husband, we just finished getting ready for the gala…”

You suddenly stopped, no longer able to keep a serious expression when Charles turned his head so quickly you almost feared he had broken his neck. You burst out laughing when he opened his mouth in disbelief, looking at you with a shocked expression you’d never seen on his face before.

“What? What’s wrong?” You laughed.

“What did you just say?” He exclaimed in amazement and you finally turned your gaze to him, your heart exploding in your chest noticing the dazzling smile he had on his lips as he looked at you.

You giggled again. “I said my husband…”

His hand gripped your hip, fingers pressing into the straws of your dress. “Fuck say that again.”

“My husband,” you repeated, now completely forgetting about the TikTok. “Does it bother you?”

“Bother me?” Charles took your hand that was still resting on his chest and directed it to his heart. You smiled as you noticed it was wildly beating.

I guess it didn’t bother him.

He pressed his lips to yours, sucking your soul from your body with just that contact. “Again.”

“You really like the way that ‘my husband’ sounds huh?”

“Mon dieu yes…” His lips trailed a trail of kisses along your jaw to your neck. “I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he whispered in your ear and you almost fainted.

“Alright, alright, enough…” you giggled as heat spread across your cheeks, remembering your phone was still recording. You pulled away from his grip and stopped the TikTok before Charles grabbed you again and pressed his lips against yours, this time without any inhibitory brakes and not caring about your meticulously cared for makeup. His mouth devoured you, possessing every fiber of your body.

“Oh god babe…” you breathed barely knowing what even was your name anymore. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Your husband…” He sighed “That was the hottest and sexiest thing I have ever heard in my life. What are you doing to me?” His hands roamed everywhere on your body, now uncontrollable as they groped your flash. “If I had known how beautiful it sounded I would’ve done it much sooner.”

“Do what?”

He reached into his suit’s pocket and pulled out a small box, an unmistakable little box which sight was enough to give you a heart attack.

You gasped, your hands over your mouth when he opened that little box and got on his knee.

“I know it’s not what you deserve, this isn’t how I planned for this to happen and I really apologize but I honestly can’t take it anymore baby. I’ve been carrying this ring with me for months now, always waiting for the perfect moment but it never seemed to be enough because I wanted to make the perfect proposal, just like you deserve… But… God… I also know as long as there’s you and me, everything will always be perfect, it doesn’t matter the time or place that’s why I was planning to propose after the gala, I had prepared…” he spoke, his eyes still fixed on yours. “Fuck it doesn’t matter now because hearing you call me your husband even if it’s just a trend on TikTok made me regret not doing this sooner and realize how stupid I was to wait this long. I can’t wait to hear you say it for the rest of my life, so…”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You exclaimed jumping without even letting him finish his sentence, your face streaked with tears.

He chuckled, his eyes equally filled with tears. “You don’t even want me to ask?”

“Fuck hurry up and ask me so I can say yes a thousand times!”

He smiled and your whole world stopped.

“Mon amour, would you like to make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

“Yes fuck yes!” You screamed in hysterics and threw yourself into his arms, almost making both of you fall on the floor.

His laughter rang through the room and you found yourself leaning into him as he slid the ring along your finger, noting with so much joy it was exactly what you had always wanted and remembering how you had mentioned it only once a while ago and how he had remembered it.

You grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him until there was nothing left of the two of you but jelly.

“We’ll celebrate later baby, now get naked because I want to fuck you so bad I think I’m going to explode. And I won’t stop until you won’t even be able to walk out this room.” His hand tightened around your throat, squeezing lightly and enough to make you dizzy with desire, just how you liked it. His lips, red and swollen from your impetuous kisses, continued to caress yours, leaving you more and more impatient and eager.

“What about the gala?” You managed to ask, hoping he cared as much about it as you did. You just wanted to be with your fiancée.

I’m a fiancée now oh my god!

“I don’t give a damn about the gala or anything or anyone else other than my fiancée,” he replied and you mentally did a backflip. “The only thing I can think about right now is how good is going to feel to be buried deep inside my wife,” his fingers unzipped your dress, making it falling around your feet. “How good it’s going to see that ring wrapped around my dick.”

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[princessbrunette]

“you still mad at me?” while balls deep with rafe 😵‍💫😵‍💫.

GODDDD U ATE W THIS PROMPT 😩 like my jaw dropped

rafe was always doing this.

he’d make empty promises, plans even — talk to you all sweet with a warm hand on your back whispering suggestion of “that was the last time i’m getting involved with all that crazy shit, baby. i swear. s’just me you n’me now, you hear me?” and you being the fool, believed him.

until of course you’re catching him pulling back up to the drive on his motorcycle, yanking his helmet off with that ill-tempered expression of his that just tells you enough that somethings gone on, you know, the one where his teeth are grit, lips pressed together like they’d been sewn shut. that’s not even where it ends, because often times barry is close behind, pulling up alone side so they can debrief loudly in the living room, stinking up the place with pot. even if you were mad, you know the rules. no coming down the stairs when barry’s over.

you almost had started to enjoy the feeling of sulking when rafe would eventually skulk up the stairs after barry had left, shoulders heavy and ready to grovel. naturally, you put up quite the fight — and what might surprise you is that rafe let’s you mouth off, even if he knows you don’t understand the importance of his situation and likely never will.

“again and again rafe! how many times am i gonna have to put up with you just running off to god knows where when you promise me you’re not doing all that anymore! you were supposed to be with me today!” you nearly stomp your foot, that last sentence coming out childishly like an abandoned middle child. he nods, jaw ticking as he stares at the ground scratching his forehead, waiting for his lashing to end. once the tears start to roll, that’s his queue. like clockwork.

“come on, hey. y’know i love you, sweetheart. i’m sorry, okay?” he rushes to your side, sliding right up next to you on the bed and thumbing at the first batch of tears on your cheek, his hand so large it cups your skull at the same time. you want to preen into his touch, so elated with any affection after a day of missing him, worrying about him — but you don’t, because you’re still mad. be strong, you tell yourself.

you’re weak. you hate yourself.

not even 10 minutes of your sobbing and complaining later and he’s got your legs over his broad shoulders, balls slapping lewdly against you whilst he all but pumps you. his hands that are on your waist, using you as leverage reposition themselves so that he’s holding himself up over you more. a large hand wraps gently around your ankle as he does so, making sure your leg doesn’t slide off the strong slopes of his shoulder.

squeals and more tears are being punched out of you with each thrust, but he can see you physically relaxing, he can see you reaching out to him with a wobbling bottom lip so that you can hold onto his arms like you always do when he fucks you. it’s neutralising you.

“fuck, that’s m’girl.” he pants, mouth gaping at the way your pussy flutters around him. you’re so reactive to his voice he can’t believe it, never having met anyone who is so enamoured with everything he does. shit, maybe he should treat you better after all. he keeps talking, because he thinks you deserve to cum a whole bunch tonight, after putting up with all his shit. having a girlfriends made him gone all soft.

“you still mad at me?” he tilts his head, and you’re not sure if it’s intended to be mean or mocking, because it certainly doesn’t come out that way — his voice kind and eyes kinder, rolling the well kept muscles in his core to grind his cock against that spongey spot deep within. you don’t answer his question, clinging onto that last crumb of dignity and restraint. you pout through your whimpers, turning your head a little. he takes that opportunity to burrow down into your neck, his open mouth panting against your tepid skin as he speaks lowly again. “dont be mad at me baby. i’m only tryna look after my girl, you want that right?”

“mhm…” you reply before you permit yourself.

he slides his arms under you now, letting your legs down from his shoulders to hook around his waist instead. he’s holding your body close to his as he grinds, his pelvis smushed against your clit, making your thighs tremble and suddenly you’re so god damn close it hurts and you’ll do anything to cum.

“so good to me, baby.” he sighs and you cry out, arching your body harder to his. “i know. let it out. i’m so bad to you sweetheart s’the least i can do.” he mutters self pityingly before letting out a groan, cock pulsing inside you. you remember thinking about how right he was about that when you fell over the edge into a white hot orgasm.

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

MDNI, Mentions of sex but no smut, violence.

Thinking about baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who’s scow immediately returned to his face as soon as you and your daughter were out of sight. Wasting no time to march to the elevator and hit the button to your floor.

Baby daddy!Miguel who couldn’t help but let out a scoff in disgust when he turned the corner of your hall and saw Henry sitting on the floor against your door. Not noticing until he was close enough that he was passed out, head lulled to the side, and an occasional snores leaving him as Miguel glared down at him.

Baby daddy!Miguel who had to resist the urge to wake him up with a swift punch in the face, and not stop until he wasn’t conscious again.

Baby daddy!Miguel that opted to instead nudged him with the side of his foot. Wanting to see what bullshit he’s spew out first.

—

What you ever say in this guy, Miguel will never understand, what you’d see in any guy that wasn’t him he’d never understand. Although to be fair, when you were with him, he probably wasn’t as pitiful looking as this.

“Not so much of a cocky ass now huh?” He couldn’t help but mumble to himself before taking the heel end of his foot and nudged the smaller male's knee. “Wake up.”

After a few more nudges, Henry woke with a loud snore, droopy eyes looking around in confusion before he finally noticed the legs in front of him. Neck cracking up slowly until he was met with the sight of Miguel’s body hulking over him. The overhead lights casting a shadow over his face so he couldn’t read his expression, and if Henry was just a tad bit less drunk, he’d feel the death-like glare being casted on him.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He slurred, remembering why he was outside your door in the first place.

“None of your business.” Miguel retorted, hands crossing in front of his chest. Despite his scary guard dog aura, Henry tsked in annoyance as he began to stand.

“I think knowing where my girlfriend is my business-“

“She’s not your girlfriend anymore.”

Silence filled the air as Henry was finally able to get himself up on two feet, before a scoff left his lips.

“She already told you. I’m not surprised.” Now it was Miguel’s turn to scoff.

“Of course she told me. I'm the father of her child-“

“I knew something had to still be going on with you two.” Henry’s finger jabbed into Miguel’s chest, his drunken slurring forming into a bit of a hiss. Not phasing the bored look on Miguel’s face. “I’m not fucking blind, I’ve seen the way you looked at her. You’re still in love with her.”

“Look, I’m not wanting to cause any problems,” that’s a lie, “but it’s obvious you’ve had too much to drink and are just talking nonsense. She doesn’t want to see you, alright? So how about you walk away and leave her and my daughter alone.” Miguel spoke calmly, not denying the allegations thrown his way before they both knew it was true.

Miguel’s hand found its way to Henry’s back, not-so-gently pushing him towards the elevator and away from your front door.

“I’m not stupid as you think I am, man.” Henry retorted, planting his heels into the wooden floor to stop himself, before turning around to face Miguel again. “You’re not over her, you don’t think I knew what you were doing at the barbecue when you were dancing with her? Practically fucking her in front of me.” Miguel’s jaw clenched to keep himself from acting irrationally as Henry hissed at him like a dog ready to attack. “The way you always try to one up me in front of her. I’ve seen your messages to her, the old photos, the Spanish nicknames-.”

“Alright that’s enough dude.” Miguel interrupted him. Tone returning to its harsher original one.

“I’m not surprised the minute the opportunity comes, she runs back to your ass!” Henry shoved against Miguel, causing no recoil from the larger man.

“I’m not the one who cheated on her.” Miguel snapped back.

“Yeah, but you were just waiting for the opportunity for me to fuck up. Look like some…knight in shining armor.”

“Okay, man let’s go. You’re not gonna be able to finish this fight. Go home.” That’s when he felt it, a harsh pain on the side of his face. He didn’t realize till he touched his cheekbone and hissed at the throbbing sensation that came from the area that had transpired.

Henry just punched him in the face.

“I wanted to be nice. You already put her through a lot of shit in the past few days.” He mumbled as he rubbed the stop that was sure to bruise black and blue. “But you decided to make this more difficult for yourself.”

Henry didn’t have a chance to reply before his back collided with the wall, air being knocked out from his lungs as Miguel’s hands found their way to Henry's throat.

“You wanna know what happened the night she caught your ass sleeping with another girl?” The question was rhetorical.

“…What?” Henry asked, voice meek under the weight of Miguel’s hands.

“I got her to stop crying, comforted her… got her some food… then I started fucking her till she starts to cry again.”

“You son of-“ Henry began, trying to thrash his way out from under Migue, only to have more pressure applied to his throat. He quickly stopped when he felt himself become light headed, arms that were around Miguel’s wrist drop back down to his sides, and a cough left his throat when the hands around his neck loosened slightly so he could breathe a bit more properly again.

“You’re gonna shut up and listen, and listen good.” Miguel began, his voice dropping down to just above a whisper. Allowing Henry to let out a frantic nod before continuing. “I was the one who comforted her when you fucked up and broke her heart. I was the one who was there to pick up the pieces, not you. I’m the only one who knows her better than she knows herself. I’m the father of her child, me. It was always gonna be me. You weren’t the one who changed her baby’s diapers, you weren’t the one who taught Gabi to ride a bike, you weren’t there for her like I was. You never will, because when it comes down to it, she’ll pick me over you, every. damn. time.”

Miguel didn’t know what felt better, finally getting Henry to shit his smug ass up, for being able to get all his frustrated thoughts out in words.

“She’s mine, she’s always been mine, she's always going to be mine. So don’t for another second, think that you can just walk back into her life and act like you own her. You don’t own shit, you understand?” Miguel finally ended his rant, eyes narrowed as he waited for Henry’s response. Satisfaction flowing through his veins when the smaller male looked like he had just just been face to face with the grim reaper himself.

“I-yeah, yes-I understand.” Henry finally stuttered, face paled, and eyes wide.

“Good, now I want you to walk out of this building, and walk out of her life. If I see you or hear you trying to talk to her ever again, I’m not gonna do as much talking next time.”

—

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[livelaughlovesubs]

I saw your posts about receiving any reqs rn so I saw this as an opportunity

I saw that you write for what in hell is bad so I would absolutely love it if you wrote a fic about hucow!mammon

Just imagine him as part demon, part cow, his tits always bursting with milk, fluffy ears to scratch, and a beautiful spotted tail to yank on and make him moan

Would he be a milk cow, only meant for crating the best milk from his plush tits, or would he be a breeding cow, meant to be plowed into all the time and filled up with babies🤭

Ayo, wait.. hold up, i’ve never thought about this, especially the second possibility and my god?? Also I hope this is satisfactory since I’m not sure if you wanted a fic or hc, or somehting else

Dom!reader x sub!cow!mammon - mentions of AMAB reader (once)

Warning: lactation, breeding kink, anal sex, cow-hybrid, heat, degradation & objectification (a little)

Just imagine it, mammon, as big as he already is, being a female cow. In other words milk or breeding cow. Cute ears paired with a fluffy tail hanging from his body, his already huge breasts now gaining a new function. Whenever you’d rest in his lap, you slip your hands beneath his clothes and grope his squishy, full pecs. If your fingers brush against his nipples, it’s to be expected that he leaks some of his milk.

He’d not let anyone use him like you do, because he’s your possession. Your own milk reservations. No one gets to have a taste except you allow it. Having you suck on his tits until his nipple feels like it will fall off, only for you to change to the other side. You really won’t stop until he is dry, will you? Mammon would try his best to eat food that makes his milk more delicious! He’d also try to produce more if that’s what you want. Secretly massaging his breasts to improve the quality and speed, all while his tail flairs around desperately <3

At some point you were curious about how similar he is to a real cow. Does he have heats? Mating session? Can he get…. You know?

Whenever you two would fuck, you’d make sure to keep your dick as deep inside him as possible, not pulling it out unless you really need to. Which led to long aftercare sessions, since you made him keep cockwarm you. This was such a sudden shift in demeanour, was there something that triggered it? And sure he was right.

After he found out the reason, he’d be so smitten with you. You wanted to get him pregnant? To pump him full of your children and make him tied to you forever? God, you were ready to have babies with him.. how he wishes that he can really get pregnant now. From then on, he’ll never question your decisions ever again, staying put and keeping you inside him was almost as fun as the real deal. Whenever you did pound and rut into him, he’d keep whining and moaning about wanting to be filled by you, about wanting to become your breeding animal. - he’d also love keeping your cum in him, using a butt plug to prevent it dripping out. Your little pet is trying his best to get pregnant huh?

Would love the matting press ;)

Then his heat hits him, and he just becomes so much more sensitive. His tits would produce more milk, but they’d be a little more watery than usually, because he just produces too much! To the point where you don’t even have to touch his chest for him to leak milk from his nipples. It’s also around this time he becomes more greedy with you, his master, and wants to full 24/7. Please stick something in, he needs it so bad~

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warnings: smut, semi-public sex, slight premature ejaculation, cumplay, odd position, vaginal fingering, oral sex(fem receiving)

He has you on his desk, legs pushed up and pussy exposed. He kept your panties wrapped around your ankles so he could use it to tuck behind your head, keeping your legs open just for this. In this position, you’re basically stuck. You’re the perfect little fucktoy for him right now. It’s been a long time since he has been able to fuck you and even if he’s on his lunchbreak, he’s taking this opportunity to fuck you.

“Look at how wet you are,” his finger dips into your entrance.

You whimper as he teases you. Hiromi smirks at the way you’re reacting to this. You’re the perfect wife for him. You always are open to having sex like this.

“Oh, it’s not a bad thing. I love how receptive my wife is.”

You moan as you feel him kissing your thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before he presses a kiss to your mound. He wants to take his time to lap at your cunt, but he knows he needs to speed this up just a little bit.

He suckles on your clit a few times, his fingers pressing into you. Hiromi curls them in the way that gets you wet so quickly. His eyes are directed to your cute little cunt just swallowing up his digits. His other hand is busy palming at his growing erection.

You’re squirming and trying to hump his fingers, but the position you’re in prevents you from doing so. You’re so desperate for his touch. His lips wrap around your swollen nub, his tongue flicking the little nub softly. He pulls away and blows on your soaked cunt, chuckling softly at the way you squirm again.

Soon he’s pulling his fingers from you, and he’s unbuckling his belt. Your eyes trail down to the small patch of hair that’s uncovered as he pulls down his pants. Then you begin to salivate as his hard cock bobs out, smacking him in the lower abdomen. He gives it a few lazy strokes before he pushes into your wet heat.

“Fuck…” he hisses between gritted teeth. “Shit, I don’t know how long I can last.”

His cheeks are pink at the confession. Hiromi is a good lover; there’s no doubt about his ability to pleasure you. But he’s been pent up for a few weeks now, working hard and coming home too late to really get the chance to make love. So now that he’s able to fuck you, he feels like he’s going to blow his load way too quickly.

The desk shakes beneath him as he begins pumping into you faster and harder. He leans down to spit on your clit, then he’s rubbing it in just the way that you love. The sudden movements and stimulation push you even closer to your own orgasm. You gasp as it catches you by surprise. Your walls begin to clamp down on his cock like a velvet vice.

“Shit shit shit…” he grunts and his balls begin to draw up. “I’m cumming!”

Shots of hot cum begin to fill your waiting womb. You moan as he continues to pump into you, fucking his cum so deep inside of you. When he pulls out, he notices that because of the position you’re in, some of the cum pools in your entrance. Hiromi uses the tip of his still hard cock to tease you a little.

“Look at that,” he taps your clit with his cum coated tip. “Isn’t that such a pretty sight?”

Hiromi presses just the tip back into your hole, watching as the cum gushes out just a bit. He’s intrigued with the way this looks. It’s making him hard again. He checks the watch on his wrist, he still has thirty minutes. So he pushes back into you completely, smirking at the way your walls flutter to accommodate his size and the way your eyes roll back.

“Ready for round two, honey?” he begins thrusting. “I know you can take it all.”

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new year's kiss | leah williamson

pairing: leah williamson x reader

a/n: you're so real for this ask... this dress is absolutely insane on her. so hot.

summary: reader and leah are spending new years together and reader can not keep her cool around leah when she looks that good in her dress. cunnilingus. just some plotless smut for you, happy new year!

word count: 1.8k

It was New Year's Eve, a night you traditionally dreaded. You always felt as though there was far too much expectation to have a good time. But this year you were spending it with Leah and that meant you were actually excited about what lays ahead. She made you feel like you had something to celebrate, and you were going to take any opportunity to see her dressed up and having fun. 

You had become accustomed to seeing Leah in her best outfits at the many events she’s been attending lately, but nothing prepared you for how good she looked in her dress that she picked for the night. 

The two of you were soaking up your alone time before the night ahead, laying down on the couch for a cuddle. 

“I need to figure out what I’m wearing tonight,” you sighed into Leah’s chest. 

She kissed you softly on your head, “Why don’t you wear your little black skirt with that corset top.”

You pulled back to look at your girlfriend, “You like that top don’t you?”

Every time you had worn it Leah could not stop going on about how good you looked. And every time you complained about having nothing to wear she pulled it out of your drawers, insisting that you wear it. 

“It suits you,” she says playfully.

“It makes my boobs look unreal is what it does,” you say and she laughs. 

“It’s not a crime for me to appreciate when my girlfriend looks fit,” Leah says. 

“If it was, we’d both be in trouble,” you say. 

You settle into silence for a moment before you realise you don’t know what Leah’s wearing tonight. When you ask her, she tells you that it’s a surprise. 

“Another suit?” You say excitedly, loving the way a suit makes her look and behave. It’s always like captain Leah comes out for the night when she’s in a suit, ready for business. 

“Maybe. You’ll have to just wait and see,” she said, making you feel even more impatient than you already were. 

When it was time for you both to finally head out for your New Year’s party with all of your closest friends, you were ready, sat on the bed while Leah had locked herself behind the bathroom door. 

“Come on, Lee, you’re killing me!” You groaned, wanting nothing more than to see her in her outfit. 

“Good things take time,” Leah said as she opened the door, revealing herself in the tiniest, hottest, dress you'd ever seen her in.

“Oh my god,” you said, mouth agape. 

“Sorry to disappoint, no suit tonight,” she shrugs, letting her hands fall on her hips with the knowledge that the sight before you is the furthest thing from a disappointment. 

Suddenly you find yourself filled with desire, and all you want is to show Leah how good she looks. You push yourself off the bed and walk over to her, letting your arms snake around her waist against the white fabric. As you lean in to kiss her, her hands get lost in your hair, pulling you closer. 

“You like it, then?” Leah says as you move your lips slowly down her neck towards her exposed collarbone. 

“Yes,” you say simply, before resuming your kisses against her skin, wanting to have her in every way possible immediately. 

“Well as much as I would love to let you show me how much you like it, we’re late,” Leah says trying her best to hide how flustered she is and steer you back on course. 

“Mean,” you say, frowning at her dismissal of your charged actions. 

“We still have the whole night ahead of us,” Leah says like a promise, before kissing you softly. 

“Fine,” you sigh.

You two lock up your house and head out for the party. All your friends greet you with warmth as you arrive, telling you both how good you looked. It didn’t take long for the party to kick into full swing with the drinks and music flowing immediately upon arrival. 

While you tried to be engaged with everyone, and hold conversation, your eyes were locked on Leah whenever she was around. 

You were stood speaking with Keira when you found yourself completely distracted, eyes trailing down your girlfriends legs. 

“You’re not being very discreet,” Keira called you out and you could instantly feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment. 

“I’m so sorry, I promise I’m listening,” you say, redirecting your attention back onto her. 

But the truth was you couldn’t focus on a single thing, not since Leah had opened your bathroom door hours ago. It was nearing midnight, and you couldn’t wait any long. You approached Leah, hugging her from behind and resting your chin on her shoulder. 

“Come with me to the bathroom?” You murmur suggestively in her ear. 

Leah grins at yours proposal, but responds very calmly, “Naughty.” 

“What do you expect when you’re walking around looking that good in that dress,” you say. 

“Hmm,” Leah hums as if weighing up your offer.

To seal the deal you start rambling your inner thoughts into Leah’s ear.

“You know what I want to do?” You ask.

“Do tell,” Leah smiles, the two of you in your own world in the corner of the room. 

You let go of your hold on her now and move around to stand in front of her, looking her deep in her eyes before leaning towards her ear.

“I want to lift this dress up,” you say, letting your hands run down the sides of her body against the fabric, “And I want to taste you.”

“Y/N,” she sighs your name. 

“Want to make you feel good,” you press a kiss against her jaw, right by her ear as you say this. 

That’s all it takes for Leah to grab your hand and drag you through the house, smiling pleasantly at all your friends as you beeline for the bathroom together. Your heart beat races just at the thought of finally being able to be with her. 

She pulls you into the bathroom and you shut the door quickly and Leah is swift to push you up against it. 

“You really couldn’t wait until we got home, could you?” Leah said, her words broken up by messy kisses. 

“I tried to fuck you at home, but you wouldn’t let me,” you manage to quip back. 

“God, you’re insufferable,” Leah utters in the most loving way those words can be said. 

“I know I am,” you say admittedly before taking the reigns and pushing her back towards the large bath tub. You walk until Leah’s legs hit the ceramic and she’s forced to sit down on the edge. At this you kneel down, letting your hands run wild up and down Leah’s legs. 

“This is my favourite thing you’ve ever worn,” you tell her, not even knowing that it’s necessarily true, but knowing how much it is turning you on in the moment. 

“You said that last week,” Leah laughs, but is quickly shut up when you move your face between her legs, kissing her against the fabric of her underwear as she widens her legs for you. 

You kiss the insides of her thighs religiously, wishing you could bottle the feeling of her skin against your lips, and the sound of her heavy breaths. 

You look up at her as if for permission as you hook your fingers under her underwear and she grants you permission with the slight raise of her hips, allowing you to slide them down her legs.

“Please,” Leah says, asking for you to resume your previous actions, and you oblige willingly. 

She parts her legs and you let your tongue drag through the wetness between her legs. Her fingers get lost in your hair, guiding you closer to her. You move slowly with your tongue, teasing her out before making a movement to kiss her clit and suck on it lightly. 

“Y/N, God, yes,” she moans, letting her head fall back as she stabilises herself with one hand on the edge of the bath, and the other in your hair. 

As you continue your ministrations on Leah, you lose yourself in the slight bucking of her hips, the sounds of her moans, and the desperate way she is pushing your head closer. You can feel yourself becoming wetter, and all you want is to make her come for you. 

You flick her clit with your tongue, as you run your hands along her thighs. You lick, you suck, and you kiss her until Leah gives you the signal that she is getting close. 

“Oh my god, oh god,” she repeats herself, stuttering through the words, her breathing erratic. 

You hum against her before you say, “Come for me darling.”

You continue to suck on her clit and it drives her over the edge. Her orgasm meets her beautifully, rolling through her whole body down to her core. You continue your movements gently, letting her ride out her full orgasm before she reaches down with both hands to grab ahold of your face. 

She looks at you in awe before you stand up, pulling her up with you as she tugs her dress back down her legs. You kiss her gently now, the urgency having dissipated. 

“You’re amazing,” you tell her.

“I love you,” she says, shaking her head in wonder. You both often questioned how you ended up so lucky. 

“I love you more,” you assure her. 

“Not possible, I’m afraid,” she sighs, as if she has more love for you than you even realise.

“Was that okay?” You ask gently, leaning to press a soft kiss on her shoulder. 

“It was perfect,” she says.

“Good,” you smile peacefully. 

“I’ll return the favour later,” she promises and you smirk, eager for what’s to come. 

“You’re such a tease,” you say. 

“It’s fun watching you get all worked up,” she tells you. 

You shake your head and turn to look in the mirror, seeing how flushed you look and making your best attempts to flatten your hair.

"God, look at the mess you've made of me," you say.

After spending some time cleaning yourself up, you look at Leah. 

“Ready to get back out there?” You suggest. 

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to put on a normal face and act like that didn’t just happen,” she says. 

“It’s almost midnight, no one is paying attention to us,” you say. 

With that Leah grabs her phone and checks the time, it reads 11:58PM. 

“Shit, it really is almost midnight,” she says. 

You start to hear everyone shuffling around together in the living room telling each other to get ready to countdown. Stepping out of the bathroom feels like reentering the real world, and you grab hold of Leah’s hand, hoping to always be able to step into your own private world together.

“Will you be my midnight kiss?” You ask jokingly.

“Always,” she promises. 

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Setting Him Free || LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x gf!reader Summary: You are given a once in a lifetime opportunity and accepted into an elite programme but the price is that it is on the other side of the world - far from where your boyfriend lives. Warnings: 18+ only, angst, implied smut, break up WC: 872 F1 Masterlist || Setting Him Free || Meant To Be || Yours, Always

The letter in your hands trembled, the only sound in the house coming from the crinkle of the paper. Your mouth was dry but your cheeks were wet. This moment had been months in the making and you had thought of every possible outcome, but now that it was here it was harder than the worst that you had imagined.

“Well, what does it say?” You tore your eyes away from your future written in the ink to look at Lando. He already knew, the truth showed in his misted eyes, but he needed to hear the confirmation from your lips.

“I got in.”

The quiet words were absorbed by the apartment you had shared with Lando for three wonderful years. You had thought the day you left this apartment would be when you outgrew it with the future you had planned together. But life was funny that way, when a once in a lifetime opportunity came your way everything changed.

“Congratulations.”

You tried to smile but, like his tone, you couldn’t fake feeling excited in this moment. “Thank you.”

The next week passed slowly as you both tiptoed around the subject of your departure, neither ready to have the conversation that hung like a guillotine above your heads. Lando noticed the small changes around the apartment; the spaces on the walls where pictures were framed, the gaps in the wardrobe where clothes hung, the lack of bobby pins he always complained about. He could feel you slipping away.

“It’s only for a year,” Lando murmured in the dark as you perched on the precipice of sleep. “You’ll come back, right?”

“A year is a long time, Lan.” You reached for the lamp and illuminated the room before rolling over to face him. Dark bags hung under his eyes from the hours he laid awake watching you, wondering how many more opportunities he would get to do something so simple. “I want to say yes, but I don’t know where this opportunity will take me next.”

He rolled onto his back and stared at the shadows in the ceiling. “You could have just lied.”

“You want to play pretend?” you asked softly as you reached for his cheek. “You’re my best friend, Lan. You know me better than anyone.”

He cupped your hand against his face and memorised the way it felt, the warmth that radiated from your skin. “You’re more than just my best friend, and you’ll always be more. We don’t have to pretend that.”

“We do tonight,” you whispered. “Tomorrow…tomorrow is it, I’m going and I don’t want either of us stuck in limbo. A year is a long time, you might fall in love with someone else and I don’t want you to feel guilty for it because I’m not there.” The idea was a heavy weight on your chest and the words tasted bitter in your mouth but it was the truth. “I don’t want you to wait for me.”

Lando took your hand and draped it over his shoulder so he could pull your body closer until you were chest to chest. You could see the promise about to fall from his parted lips but you couldn’t bear to hear it, so you stole the words with a kiss.

Neither of you brought attention to the tears that dampened your cheeks, or that taste of salt on his lips. Neither of you broke the charade of lovers embracing in the small hours of the night.

Dawn came without the call of the gulls in the mariner or the colourful shades of yellows and oranges that usually greeted Monaco. Dawn came in a wash of grey that darkened along the horizon with a gathering storm.

“Aren’t you scared?” he asked, his voice breaking under the strain of the night.

“No, I’m not scared, Lan. Are you?”

He closed his eyes at the lie and just held you tighter as a tear escaped from the corner and hit the pillow loudly, breaking the heavy silence. You thought you were all out of tears, but the well was unending as you felt your own eyes burn once more when he too lied, “No, I’m not scared either.”

You swallowed the words that would make goodbye even harder, but you tasted them thick and sweet like molasses on your tongue. I love you, Lando, and there is some fundamental part of me that will always love you. “I should go.”

You kept a hold of his hand as long as you could while the distance grew, slowly slipping away from each finger as he stretched for you. Curling his fingers, he caught your pinky and held on as long as he could without hurting you, but it too was taken from his grasp. The sound he made when his hand fell limp into the warm space you had left in the bed would echo in the empty chambers of your heart long after you left.

“This is really goodbye isn’t it?” he asked quietly as you froze by the door. “What if I never love again?”

“You will, because you deserve it.” You swallowed the choked sound that threatened to fill the room as you opened the door. “Goodbye, Lando.”

Click here for part two.

[mediumgayitalian]

The slam of his car door is loud enough to make him jump, echoing across the dipping valleys and proud hills. He curses to himself, standing frozen, one, two, three, four, but no one comes running. A light dusting of snow falls in a perfect circle around an invisible border, and Lee shivers as he jogs over to it, worn sneakers squelching over the wet, half-thawed grass.

As soon as he steps onto the bottom of Half-Blood Hill, he feels the difference, the balmy breath of warm summer under the clear December sky. The power of Thalia’s tree sends its usual shiver down his back, and he touches it, briefly, as he speeds past, sending his usual prayer of thanks. He pauses at the crest of the hill, using the bright gibbous moon to survey the camp, marking his path.

“Two, four….twelve,” he mutters to himself, craning his neck to map every one of the patrol harpies. He crouches for a while, watching them, tracking their patrol: paired, hexagonal, staggered circuits around the cabins. Four minute window of opportunity.

He can do four minutes.

As the two harpies walking the Apollo-Artemis circuit begin to cross the common, Lee bolts. He keeps low and close to the shadows, sprinting fast and on the balls of his feet to stay quiet, and ducks behind whatever shadow is closest whenever something looks his way. By the time the harpies turn back towards Cabin Seven, he’s already on the rickety porch, tossing his backpack inside the window Michael left open for him and throwing himself in after it.

He lands palms-first, tucking into a roll to absorb the momentum. He freezes, panting, by the leg of what is usually Amir’s bed, straining to hear past the crickets and cicadas.

One, two, three, four.

Nothing.

He’s good.

“Took your damn sweet time, didn’t you.”

“Hello to you too,” Lee grumbles, pushing himself upright. From across the cabin, lounging on his bed like a goddamn French monarch, is his dick of a brother, grinning like the little shit he is. “Haven’t seen you in weeks, most people say hello, et cetera, et cetera.”

Michael shrugs. “You’re late. I watched you on the hill; you coulda made that run twenty minutes ago.”

“Nobody asked you.”

“I’m always asking me.”

“Get over her, boogerbrain.”

“Real mature,” Michael mocks, but ambles over anyway. He retches like a twelve year old when Lee hugs him, but twists his hands in the back of Lee’s shirt when he lets go too fast. Lee hides his smile in his over-gelled hair.

“You might miss me less if you actually write me letters, you know.”

“I didn’t miss you,” he responds automatically. “And I wouldn’t have to write you letters if you stayed home, already.”

Lee sighs. “…I have school, Michael.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure your dumbass bio teachers have loads to teach the guy who can do open heart surgery with his eyes closed.”

“Yeah, yeah. If anyone could do with a good, old-fashioned, public school humbling, it would be you, hothead. You ready to go?”

Michael pulls away with a roll of his eyes. “Only since yesterday. Been waiting for your sorry ass.”

“My sorry — your sorry ass doesn’t have a car!”

Michael snickers, jogging back to his bunk and grabbing the black duffel bag resting under it. Lee makes quick work of packing his own bag, stuffing in a couple squares of ambrosia and and giant roll of bandages, just in case, before creeping over to the only bed left with someone still in it.

“Hey, kiddo.” He folds over the sheet pulled all the way over messy blonde curls, immediately plaguing the cabin with loud snoring. He rests his palm over a sleep-creased cheek, mapping his thumb over the freckles dotting pudgy cheekbones, and brushes back the hair plastered to his baby brother’s forehead. “Will, sweetheart, get up.”

It takes him a couple minutes of gentle prodding — when Will is out he is out — to wake up, squinting blearily in the dim fairy lights strewn across his bunk. He blinks, one, two, three, four, then gasps.

“Lee!”

“Oof,” Lee grunts, shifting his weight as he is abruptly accosted with an armful of child. He smiles, curling around Will’s flailing, chattering form, tightening his hold on his waist and resting his forehead on his shoulder. “Hi, buddy.”

“—missed you so much! Is this why your letter was late? Are you staying? Is this why Diana left yesterday? Is she here now? Is Cass coming? Is everybody coming? Can I —”

“C’mon, Motormouth,” Michael interrupts, cuffing Will’s ear as he walks by. “Go get your sneakers on. We’re going for a drive.”

“‘Kay,” Will days happily, dashing off to find the light-up Star Wars shoes he refuses to throw out, even though there are literal holes in the soles.

“You got his bag?”

“Yep,” Michael affirms, holding up a straining backpack. “Toothbrush. Hairbrush that he won’t use. Three comic books. Change of clothes. And two more changes of clothes for when he inevitably destroys the first one,” he adds when Lee opens his mouth. He shoots him an exasperated look. “Me and Diana have been chasing after the little brat for four months, dude. I got him.”

“Alright, alright,” Lee grumbles. “Heaven forbid I double-check.” He turns over to the door, where Will is tying his shoelaces, tongue peeking out of his mouth. “You ready, Will?”

He tugs on the two loops. The entire knot unravels. Quick as a flash, he stuffs the laces inside his shoes, scrambling to his feet.

“Yes,” he lies. He scratches at his throat.

Lee and Michel sigh in unison.

Luckily, the reaction is hardly more than itchy eyes and a cough. Lee herds him towards the door, sliding the backpack over his shoulders and holding out his arm and —

“Hold on a sec.”

“Why?” Will whispers.

“Shh,” Lee says.

Window cracked open, Michael exhales. The release of his bow hardly makes more than a soft hiss.

The angle is odd, limited space as there is, but Michael never misses — the clunky arrow whistles through the open window, sailing past the sloped roofs of the west wing cabins, and thunks somewhere behind the first layer of trees in the forest. Immediately, it lets loose a burst of sound identical to a dropped bottle and a group of teenagers cursing. In seconds, the curfew harpies are screeching, descending upon the source of the noise with the fury of a thousand sun chariots.

“Go go go go go,” Michael orders, wrenching open the door.

Will, immediately, takes off, gleeful at the opportunity to run away with permission (usually, he’s running from one of them, screeching at him to get back here). (Or Chiron, although Chiron has a much easier time catching up, what with the six limbs and all). (…Is Chiron an insect? Technically?)

“How long do we have?” Lee whispers, once Michael has caught up.

He shrugs. “Seven minutes, give or take? More than enough time.”

Lee worries his bottom lip. “More than…” He glances at the forest. Vaguely, in the low firelight, he can see the odd wing, hear the odd screech. Nothing looks very close. He glances at the rapidly approaching Athena cabin, just a few yards out of their way. Hm.

“Detour!” he decides. “Will, c’mon!”

Ignoring Michael’s hissed complaints, he veers towards to neatly maintained cabin. He slips in the space between Cabins Six and Four, holding tight to Will’s hand. He counts the windows as he passes — one, two, three, four — and stumbles to a stop, crouching down in the dirt.

“Oh, are you — for the love of Zeus.”

Lee ignores his eye-rolling, scanning the ground for pebbles. He selects a handful of them, careful not to choose anything too big, and jogs a few steps back.

“What’re you doing?” Will asks, too loud, but at least he tries to whisper.

Instead of answering, Lee launches the first pebble at the window.

It pings off harmlessly.

Waiting a breath for the harpies to come running, he continues, firing off pebble after pebble with increasing strength. Finally, after pebble #7, a face appears behind the clear glass, bleary eyes widening when they take in the sight in front of them. Quickly, the latches are undone, and the window is yanked open.

“Lee?!”

Lee grins. “Hey, Carter.”

“What’re you — you’re — it’s December! What’s going —”

“I need a favour,” Lee whispers. “Can you — cover for us?”

For the first time, Carter looks away, brows raising as he notices Micheal, who taps his (watchless) wrist obnoxiously, and Will, who waves brightly. Carter waves back, small smile tugging at his lips.

“Cover for you?”

“Just, like, infirmary stuff. I don’t think anything will happen, and if it does we’re an IM away, but —”

“Lee,” Carter says exasperatedly, “cover you guys for what?”

“Oh.” Lee clears his throat. “I, um. I need to do something for my family.”

Smiling, Carter rests his elbows on the windowsill, chin in his hands. “Mysterious.”

“We’ll be back by tomorrow evening,” Lee assures.

“And then you’ll stay for a bit?”

Lee’s mouth goes dry. “You want me to stay?”

Carter ducks his head, fingers tracing a mindless path on the windowsill. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you for a while.”

A thousand gods of prophecy could not predict the sound that comes out of Lee’s throat.

Something between a whimper and an awkward laugh, his voice cracks four seperate times. Carter giggles. Lee prays, genuinely, that a crater opens up beneath him and drops him right at Lord Hades’ feet.

“Everything okay, Lee?”

“Peachy,” he croaks.

Carter giggles again. Lee flushes. Michael gags exaggeratedly behind him, pausing mid-heave to whisper something to Will, and then there’s a giggle, and then two people fake-retching. Carter peeks through his dark eyelashes, pleased expression softening his heart-shaped face, and Lee counts twelve of his own capillaries straight-up explode.

“Well,” he says, too loudly. “I’m — well.”

“I think you have harpies to run from,” Carter suggests gently.

“Indeed.” Lee clears his throat, nodding. “As you have so astutely observed, we do —”

Michael, recognising the strained tone to his voice, groans. “Fucksake, Lee —”

“— and so I bid you adieu —”

“Dude, oh my gods, snap out of it —”

Lee can’t. He barely has control over his own mouth.

“— and vow to see you again in the eve.”

Feeling his soul exit his body, settle in front of him, and then crumple up and die, Lee fucking bows. There is the very distinctive sound of a hand slapping over a mouth, muffling an eruption of giggles, and then the hand of mercy, also known as Michael Yew, clamping on the back of his lava-hot neck.

“Please excuse him,” he says grandly. “He was dropped on his head as a child. He’s normal, usually.”

“Except when you wear your glasses,” Will pipes up. Lee makes a mental note to find Clarisse’s spear and shove it through his own eye. “He gets real weird when you wear your glasses. Once he walked into a wall and broke his nose.”

“…Did he.”

“Yep. And last time he —”

“God, this hurts me to say,” whispers Michael, “but I have to put a stop to this conversation. We’re on a time limit. C’mon, Will. Bye, Carter. Sorry for — well, you know. Apollonian dramatics, not always easy to control.”

He turns, dragging Lee, still hunched over, out of the Cabin Six shadow.

Lee does not un-hunch until they are well over the crest of Half-Blood Hill, harpy screeches beginning to echo behind them.

“I have never been more embarrassed to be related to you in my life,” Michael informs him, the second he’s upright. “Like, genuinely, I’m considering disowning you. That was atrocious, Fletcher. You need to get ahold of yourself. Where is your game? Your dignity?”

“I think he lost it when he was born,” Will says thoughtfully. “Or maybe when Carter smiled at him the first time.”

“I hate both of you,” Lee croaks.

Neither of them seem too incredibly bothered, snickering to each other as they duck into the car.

Willing his flush to go down, Lee herds them into his car. He takes a moment in the cool air to chill the hell out, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, then slips behind the wheel. He checks that Will is belted in properly, slips the car into neutral, and coasts down the road, waiting until Thalia’s tree slips out of sight before turning it on and hitting the gas.

“Where’re we goin’?

“You,” Michael says, flipping down the vanity mirror to glare sternly at Will, “are going to dreamland. It’s three in the morning. Time for bratty children to sleep.”

“What? No! I’m not tired!”

“Fine, fine,” Lee says, exchanging a grin with Michael. “Stay awake, then. As long as you like.”

Will narrows his eyes. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“No trick?”

Lee crosses his fingers. “‘Course not.”

“Fine,” he relents. He settles into the booster seat Lee dragged out of the trunk for him (which he hates), arms crossed over his chest, and stares out the window.

Counting off on his fingers — one, two, three, four — Lee and Michael begin to hum.

At first, nothing happens. Will taps absentmindedly on his knees, humming along to the parts he knows, but soon his fingers slow. Lee and Michael keep it low and quiet, cycling through quiet folk songs Michael’s dad taught him, matching with the rumbling of the car, the slight breeze of Lee’s cracked open window. Michael kicks softly at the base of his seat, one, two, three, four; and matches the rhythm of the radio static, the click of the blinkers on every turn.

Will’s out in twenty minutes.

———

The drive is long.

Michael curls up sometime around four, fogging up the windows with every snore. Lee keeps the radio on a low hum, letting the background noise keep him focused as he navigates. The Atlantic Ocean is ink-black in the early morning, and the waves crash loud enough that he can hear them over the sounds of the engine, and for a while they’re still far enough from the city that the air smells fresh. Even when it starts to sour, and the noise gets a lot more urban, it’s early enough and he’s east enough that the traffic is minimal. Never non-existent — he actually cannot imagine what a traffic-less New York would look like; he doubts he’ll ever live to see it — but enough that he keeps at a steady 35.

The drive through Jersey is uneventful. Farmland and suburbs, nothing he hasn’t seen every day of his life, nothing he didn’t see the last time he made the drive. He entertains himself by counting every brown car he sees, randomly wagering the number by the time he gets there. He’s relieved when he finally crosses the memorial bridge, driving down the exit ramp and pulling into the first big parking lot he sees. Michael wakes up as he puts the car in gear, killing the engine.

“We here?” he asks, popping the joints along his spine.

Lee yawns. “Pretty much, yeah. Pulled off the highway.”

“‘Kay.” He glances in the backseat, where Will is starting to stir. “You nap. I’m gonna find a place for him to change and brush his teeth, maybe get breakfast for all of us.”

“Sounds good”

He crawls in the backseat as Michael guides Will out of it, accepting the blanket tossed his way. He slides his hoodie over his face, lies back, and conks out in minutes.

———

“Yo, Lee. Get up. I got food.”

“Timizzit?” he asks, shaking the grogginess from his limbs.

“Eleven. You slept for four hours. We gotta be at the theatre in an hour.”

“When’s she on?”

“Fuck if I know, man. Diana said noon, I’m gonna be there at noon. You wanna piss off Diana?”

“No.” He rubs the heel of his palm into his eyes, reaching blindly in the direction of Michael’s voice. “Food, please.”

A bag of grease is deposited into his waiting hand. He is pleased to find three cheeseburgers within it, and immediately tears into them with a fervour that can only be described as ‘ravenous’, or perhaps ‘revolting’. Esurient, perhaps, if one was feeling poetic.

Finally awake enough to function, Lee looks critically at the scene in front of him. Michael is dressed in the same button-up and slacks he wears to his dad’s performances, on the years he’s in the U.S., and Will is in jeans without grass stains, real shoes, hair mostly brushed. Michael has even managed to find a shirt that’s not half-unraveled from Will picking at the seams.

“Nice,” he says, nodding in approval.

Michael picks at his nails, visibly preening. “Oh, it was no big deal.”

“Yeah, yeah. Dweeb.”

He polishes off his last burger, then ducks inside the nearest store to find somewhere to get changed. Diana told them it didn’t matter, really, what they wore, but Lee knows better. He knows what this means for Cass, and while yeah, sure, it wouldn’t really matter if he showed up in sweatpants, he wants to show her that he put in the effort. That even if her mother couldn’t, or wouldn’t, they will. All of them. He wants her to see them and know that they did this for her. He wants her to see them and know that they tried, that they care.

Hair perfectly placed and clothes as unwrinkled as he can get them, he hurries back to the car. The theatre isn’t far, and they have a little under an hour, but he doesn’t want to push it. Finding parking will be hard enough.

“Are we on a quest?” Will asks, five minutes out on the road.

“Eight year olds don’t go on quests.”

“Diomedes was ten when he fought the Trojan war.”

“Are you Diomedes?”

“No.”

“Are you ten?”

“No.”

“Then no quests for you.”

“Aw.”

“Your quest can be being quiet for twenty minutes,” Michael grumbles, making a face when Will sticks his tongue out at him.

———

part two

[spatialwave]

“red lips”

pairing: pre-war cooper howard x fem!reader word count: 3.1k ask: “I have a cooper howard smut request, could you write something where the reader is his makeup artist on a new movie. Theres an Automatic connection they really click and have some sweet sweet sexual tension and after working together for a while during the movie the tension keeps growing and they get steamy in the makeup trailer. 🤭” warnings/tags: mdni! smut, porn with plot, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cheating/affair, cooper praises you. notes: this was SOOO fun, thanks for the ask!! i promise i’ll write some more ghoul fics, but just getting through my asks first and they’re predominantly pw!cooper <3 (also i love cooper calling reader angel for some reason, it’s so cute 😭)

“good morning,” you chirped, far too perky and bubbly for it being six o’clock in the morning.

you’d been working as a makeup artist for two years now, starting off as an assistant on television shows before scoring larger gigs. this was your first big break working in film, hired on the set of ‘The Man from Deadhorse’, starring none other than cooper howard; the biggest name in hollywood.

it just so happened that they hired you to be his makeup artist.

you were giddy, nervous and trying your best to not allow imposter syndrome to ruin your opportunity.

there were a handful of other makeup artists in the trailer, setting up their stations for the morning, allowing plenty of time to pretty up the actors before their call time. you’d chatted amongst each other, mostly other women, and sharing your excitement about working on a blockbuster film.

you’d been so caught up sharing a story about your latest television gig, you hadn’t noticed cooper howard leaning in the door frame of the trailer—patiently waiting. you’d only been made aware after one of the other girls motioned, smiling politely as they continued prepping for the day.

“sorry,” you gasped, hit with a sudden wave of nervousness as you looked at your station that was ready and waiting. you, on the other hand, wasn’t as prepared, “feel free to take a seat, mr. howard, i’ll just be a second,” you rambled, fingers shaking. you couldn’t remember the last time you were starstruck on set.

“take your time,” the man hummed, his voice just as magnetic as it was on the big screen. you heard his footsteps behind you, the sound of the chair creaking as his weight pushed down on it.

you remembered the voice of the makeup department head, who you had met with in the morning to go over the day’s look with cooper. nothing out of the ordinary: cover-ups of tired eyes, blemishes, and repeated touch ups during the day. lighting on sets were notorious for melting away concealers and foundations, so you were to always be one shout away for mid-scene fixes.

one more deep breath and you willed yourself ready, spinning around and taking a good look at the older actor.

“i promise i’m usually more prepared than this,” you smiled, your voice as sweet as honey. you hadn’t the slightest clue of how much that affected the older actor, shifting in his seat.

“no, no, don’t apologize. maybe i’ll show up a few minutes late tomorrow, and we’ll call it even.” he flashed a toothy grin, his charisma reeling you in like a hungry fish.

you two had hit it off well. there were many instances in your career where this time of the day was silent, your talent preferring peace and quiet as they prepared for a long, tiring day of shooting. cooper wasn’t like that, he seemed intent on keeping up the chatter until you finished powdering his nose.

“and that’s it,” you beamed, chewing on your bottom lip as you leaned in a bit close, using your thumb to brush an eyelash off of his cheek. strangely, you hadn’t the slightest urge to pull away.

cooper’s eyes had settled into a gaze with your own, the two of you completely silent, but saying plenty with only your eyes. his hazel orbs flickered down to your lips, rouged and plump, sickeningly kissable.

the sexual tension was thick, and your stomach twisted and turned wildly as you imagined him pinning you back against the makeup table and making you squirm and mewl in delight.

your mind only needed a few moments to conjure up a vivid scenario. your skirt pushed up to your hips, legs spread wide as cooper pushed himself deep into your aching arousal. he’d groan each time you purred his name into his ear, your breath hot against his skin and making his cock twitch inside you.

you’d milk him for what he’s worth, pussy so full that it starts to drip out. he’d rub the tip of his hard cock through your folds, gathering his white, hot cum and pushing it back inside you until you were fucked stupid. he’d have you begging for him to finish inside again, panting and whining loudly until you got what you wanted.

cooper’s cum slut—god, you needed to pull yourself together.

you squeezed your thighs, a slickness inside your panties that you didn’t need to deal with this early in the morning, but it was all your fault. you were sick in the head.

stepping back, you cleared your throat and began putting away tools in their spots—your station neatly organized.

“why, thank you, darlin’,” cooper chimed softly, as if he hadn’t just been fucking you with his eyes much like you had, “i’ve never had my makeup done so well that it’s felt like nothin’ on my face. i oughta’ keep you around for all my future films.”

a rosy blush tinted your cheeks and the tips of your ears, the compliment wanting you to scream in joy. there was nothing quite as good as an actor appreciating your craft, especially one that you wouldn’t mind seeing more of.

“well, i suppose i can clear up the next few years if you’d like,” you giggled, chewing on your bottom lip as you watched him leave. just as he was exiting the trailer, he glanced over his shoulder, meeting your gaze and sending you off with a cheeky wink that nearly made your knees give out.

every morning that cooper was scheduled on set, you were there in the makeup trailer at six am, waiting for his arrival thirty minutes later. to your surprise, he started coming in earlier and you wondered if it was because he wanted to be around you more, or just for the sake of being an early bird. he’d bring you a fresh cup of coffee, knowing by heart the way you liked it after asking one time: two sugar and one cream.

the sexual tension continued to blossom, but you two had hid it well for the sake of your jobs, sanity and cooper’s fame. from what you knew, cooper was many things, including a husband, and you didn’t need to get involved. you weren’t so keen on being in the middle of a controversy.

but there was nothing so wrong with flirting, was there?

“good morning,” you smiled, hearing heavy footsteps entering the trailer and soft sound of two coffee mugs being set down.

“mornin’, angel,” the cowboy spoke, his voice low and groggy.

“you look tired,” you mentioned, turning to face the man and seeing dark circles under his eyes, “you know you don’t have to come in so early. everyone else started coming in later too now that call time has been pushed.”

“what? and miss some quality time with my favourite girl?” he flashed a grin, and your cheeks burned red.

“yes, exactly that,” you chuckled, “you need your beauty sleep, mr. howard.”

“stop callin’ me that,” he sighed, sipping on his coffee and letting the caffeine pump through his system, “you’re a friend, you can call me cooper.”

you smiled, keeping it hidden as you took a sip of your coffee and laid out your makeup for the day, “fine, cooper."

he set his coffee down on the small table beside him, pursing his lips as he watched you prep for the day. your back was turned to him and gave him perfect view of your backside, eyes taking in the flowy black dress you wore that was held snug against your waist with a white belt. he could see the shimmer of your nylon, the dress only reaching your knees and leaving much to be desired.

cooper was a faithful man, he always had been, and there was never a time in his life where he would imagine breaking his loyalty until now. as much as he wanted to blame his thoughts of you on troubles in his marriage, it wasn’t true.

he was weak. plain and simple.

“you ready, cooper?” you broke through his thoughts, your red lips pulled into a smile.

“as ready as ever,” he returned a thin-lipped smile, pushing his mind elsewhere once reminding himself that his thoughts were exactly that—only thoughts.

doing his makeup was therapeutic. this early in the morning meant it was just you two, idle chit-chat as you carefully covered any imperfections on his face.

“can you tilt your head back for me?” you asked, the sweet sound of your voice sending the man’s brain into orbit. he followed your words, clearing his throat as he lifted one leg over the other to cover up the erection building underneath his pants.

he hadn’t shared the reasoning for his tiredness with you, having gone to bed late and rather pent-up. his hand underneath the blanket, stroking his cock as his mind was full of images of you, imagining what your body looked like under those dresses and skirts you liked to wear. impractical for long days, but he wouldn’t complain.

his hand around his length wasn’t enough, but he made do. moaning and whimpering your name as he imagined you riding him all night long. your perky breasts bouncing and fingers pressing against his chest as you begged him to fuck you harder and deeper.

a quiet sigh left his lips as you blotted makeup to his under eyes, hiding the tired bags that he’d done to himself for letting his imagination get the best of him.

it was quiet, only the sounds of you softly humming as you focused on your duty at hand.

cooper couldn’t take it anymore.

“do you… have a boyfriend?” cooper asked, swallowing a lump down his throat. he regretted the question, feeling the way you froze. for a man with natural-born charisma, he wasn’t sure how he managed to fumble so awkwardly.

“uh, no,” you answered, voice quiet, “just been focusing on work these days, not a lot of time for relationships when i’m working long hours.”

the question bounced around in your head, trying to clear the thought but there was no use. you were stuck there, staring at the man in awe as you hoped his mind was filled with dirty thoughts like your own.

he grunted in response, shifting in his seat as his eyes fluttered open to meet yours. you paused with your application, pulling your hand back and locking eyes. your faces were only a few inches apart, warm breath mingling together. you inhaled his scent, a mix of cologne, coffee and cigarettes, an addicting smell that you’d rather taste.

cooper read your mind.

“can i kiss you?”

you nodded—you were as weak as him.

cooper’s hand lifted to your neck quickly, pulling you close so he could crash his lips against yours and taste the sweetened coffee creamer on your tongue. the brushes in your hands dropped to the floor and were long forgotten as he tugged you into his lap and took your breath away.

at any moment, someone could waltz into the trailer, but neither of you were thinking rationally. all you wanted was each other after weeks of menial flirting and small talk.

he groaned into your mouth, the sound muffling as his hand caressed your jaw and the other pressed into the small of your back so you were flush against his body. as you straddled him, you felt the bulge in his pants pressing against your heat that had already soaked through your panties and nylon.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this, sweetheart,” cooper whispered, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck. he inhaled the floral perfume that you wore, a gentle scent that dizzied him as he attacked your skin, “you're such a pretty girl. teasin' me all the time, lookin' so sweet.”

the praises and compliments fed you well, causing you to rub your hips against him with vigorous need.

you were silently begging for more, and you were delighted to find out that cooper howard wanted nothing more than to make sure you were well taken care of.

your legs spread as you sat in his chair, your dress pushed up to your hips but covering most of his face as his tongue flicked against your clit, swollen and throbbing. one of your hands pressed over your mouth, muffling the pleasured sounds from you, the other pulling your dress back so you could see cooper ravaging your cunt.

his eyes peered up into yours, cheeks red while he tongued inside your arousal and calloused hands kept your thighs pushed apart.

“don’t stop,” you whimpered, “just like that. please, cooper, you’re doing so good.”

you kept him going, your words encouraging him as he sucked at your bundle of nerves and filled you with two fingers. he worked you well, scissoring his fingers and bending them so they could rub along the muscle of your g-spot. it erupted you into a fit of pouty moans, his skillful movements making you reach your climax quicker than any of your past partners.

your thighs shook and your hands gripped on the arms of the chair, cunt squeezing around his fingers as your juices seeped out of you and coated his skin. he fucked you through it, fingers rocking inside of you while pleasure flooded all of your senses.

“look at you,” he breathed against you, warm breath tickling your sensitive heat, “you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

you nodded, unable to tear your gaze away, “yes,” you murmured, willing to say anything cooper wanted to hear, “i’ll do whatever you want.”

that cracked a smile on his lips, fingers slowing until he pulled them out and watched your face twist at the sudden emptiness, “anything? well, with an offer that sweet, i’ll be sure to get my worth out of you.”

all you could do was smile at him, breathing heavily in a state of post-climax, wondering how on earth you were going to keep this up without screaming out his name. loud enough for anyone outside the trailer to hear.

your were putty cooper’s hands. a simple kiss to your inner thigh and you nearly unraveled again.

“i don’t know how i got so lucky to fuck a girl like you,” his voice was low, demeanour shifting into a side of cooper howard you thought existed only in your mind, “is it okay if i do that? because i’m sure you know how to take cock well.”

fuck.

“yes, please,” you answered, eyes following him as he rose to his feet in front of you. it was hard not to noticed the tent in his pants, your mind reeling as you imagined what he looked like underneath.

“good girl,” he breathed, forcing you out of the chair and in one quick motion swiping across your makeup counter so everything fell to the ground.

you couldn’t complain about his mistreatment of your belongings because you were biting on your bottom lip to muffle a moan as his thumb circled your clit. your ass was atop the makeup counter, back pressed against the large mirror as cooper touched you with one hand and undid the button and zipper of his jeans with the other.

“you gotta’ be nice and quiet,” he whispered, watching you do your best to muffle any sounds bubbling from your throat, “this is just for us, okay?”

you hummed in agreement, unable to speak as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance. his thumb continued the slow ministrations, keeping your body in a state of overstimulation as he stretched your aching pussy with a forward press of his hips. he was bigger than you were used to, but you took him well—you’d wanted this for weeks, after all.

“fuck,” you whimpered, hands grabbing onto his shoulders as you tilted your head back against the mirror and glued your eyes shut. you were filled by him, legs wrapping around his hips and forcing him still so you could adjust to the feeling.

“you okay, angel?” he kissed at your parted lips, tasting your tongue before trailing along your jaw and nibbling at your earlobe, “tell me when.”

even during the midst of an affair, cooper howard was the kindest man you ever had the privilege of fucking.

“...when,” you whimpered.

he didn’t hold back when you gave him the go—knowing that you two only had so little time before someone else was bound to barge in. you were forced to bury your face into his neck, whining and mewling against his skin while he fucked you relentlessly.

you loved his sounds, groaning heavy into your ear with each snap of his hips. his breath tickled your neck and left you a squirming mess, his cock fucking you so well that all you could do was babble gibberish. broken words of encouragement and pleads to keep going.

“harder,” you mewled, fingers digging into his clothed shoulders as he obliged.

his cock pushed so deep inside you that the tip rubbed against the fleshy ring of your cervix, rendering you utterly fucked out in a state of bliss. all you were good for was being a mere tool for him to reach his climax, your cunt tightening at every thrust of his hips.

more of your makeup toppled to the floor, your hands moving from his shoulders and gripping onto the surface below you. you met cooper’s gaze as you pulled back, his lips and chin covered in red smudges from your lipstick.

“you take me so good,” he breathed, the hand on your hip gripping tight and the other leaving handprints on the mirror behind you, “good fuckin’ girl.”

“i’m gonna’ come,” you whined, eyes hardly open as you peered at your lover through thick lashes. your thighs squeezed against his hips, vibrating as your second orgasm creeped up and you knew he was close, too.

“come for me, angel,” he grunted, quickening his pace to chase down his orgasm, “scream my name.”

his thumb returned to your clit and the chord inside you snapped. you wrapped your arms tight around the actor’s neck and pressed your lips against his so he could swallow your moans. you shook violently, toes curling as you came hard.

you lips parted from him and you couldn’t help the way his name slipped off your tongue, voice cracking as you cried in pleasure.

he wasn’t far behind, a groan rumbling deep from his chest as his hips stuttered and he came inside you—leaving you sticky, sweaty and full. neither of you could move, bodies twitching as you clung to each other in the euphoric aftermath that released all the building tension between you.

you were cooper howard’s little secret, a title you would take to the grave.

[malarign]

was this shirt always so big?

(when he comes back home from the tour and sees your weight loss)

contains: idolbf!Jake x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! mention of weight loss and insecurities, y/n is dealing with her body image, please read at your own discretion | wc: 1,1k

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author’s note: hello everyone! this is my first fic on tumblr, hope you’ll like it <3

After long months of touring with the rest of Enhypen Jake wanted nothing more than the comfort of your loving arms. Having to deal with teasing from the rest of the members, especially Sunghoon, was nothing nice - any thought of his partner made him miss you even more. But as the tour was coming to an end he started to brag about finally seeing and spending some time with his beloved significant other more and more to the point when the rest wanted to go back home even more than Jake.

And the day finally happened. Even though the tiredness from the tour was almost unbearable he couldn’t find himself sleeping during the flight, not with the thought of finally seeing you with his own pair of eyes and giving you all the gifts he bought.

Soon after the plane landed, Jake turned off airplane mode to call you.

“Already landed?” your sweet voice was heard on the other side of the phone, to which he responded positively, not being able to hide his excitement.

“I’m sorry that I’m not there to welcome you, but I don’t really think this would be a good idea with all those media” you said with a hint of regret in your voice.

“Don’t be sorry, lovely. Can’t wait to see you, though. I have so many things to show you!” assuring words made you smile.

The sound of a front door opening made you jump out of your seat. Almost tumbling on the carpet, you quickly made your way to the hallway where you met smiling widely Jake with gift bags in his hands. You rushed towards him to engulf him in a warm hug, not noticing how his smile slightly dropped.

Not that he was not happy to see you, it was definitely something he longed for the most. But as soon as he saw you, his first thought was: “Was this shirt always so big?”. That thought hit him harder than anything. The way your body was pressed against his was also a lot different. He could swear he remembered how it used to feel, never in his life had he felt more concerned for you. After you backed from the hug he could take a longer look at you face. Your cheekbones were more defined, eyes slightly dropped even while smiling sincerely at him.

“I missed you so much” you exclaimed cupping his face and leaving a soft kiss on his lips. Jake smiled seeing her so happy, the thought of investigating you later in the back of his head. “I made you lunch, you must be really hungry.”

“Will you eat with me?” he asked while taking a seat in the kitchen, hoping that your answer is going to sound affirming.

“I already ate, sorry” you said while turning around to place the dish in the microwave.

And while you were preparing his meal he scanned your body. This shirt definitely used to be a lot smaller. Your sweatpants also seemed way bigger than they used to be. This sight was heartbreaking. Jake was the last person to judge people based on their appearance, especially somebody as important as you. But the change in your look and silhouette was drastic and concerning.

“You were so far away yet you’re not gonna let me know how it was?” you asked turning around, smiling gently.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, I just…” Jake thought for a moment, wondering how he should bring up the topic. Deciding to wait for better circumstances he continued: “I just missed you. Oh! I almost forgot about the gifts I have for you!” he said thrilled about having an opportunity to spoil his lovely girlfriend.

After going through tons of gifts and souvenirs, the two collapsed on the couch ready to watch something while cuddling. That's when Jake couldn't contain himself anymore and decided to bring the issue on the floor.

“Love?” he called you gently to which you raised your head to look directly into his eyes. “Before I say anything I want you to know that I love you and nothing will change the way I feel, okay?” The dramatic tone of his voice made you giggle a bit.

“Why so dramatic?” you asked and your face dropped a bit when you noticed how serious he was. Did you say something wrong? Is he mad that you didn't come to the airport? Maybe the company doesn't approve the two of you being together anymore? Those thoughts were interrupted when he said: “Love, I noticed how much weight you lost while I was on tour and I'm really worried” he said quickly. Those words made you stiff in his arms. You lowered your head and played with his fingers not knowing what to answer. Probably because you also didn't know why. Many factors such as him being away this long but mostly insecurities caused by unimaginable beauty standards layered leaving you confused about your own body.

“The fact that it had been almost like 4 hours since I came back and you've only drank a bit of tea is also concerning” he said trying to sound as soft and tender as he possibly could. The last thing he wanted was for you to be insecure especially if all of this was because of him.

“I just wanted to feel better in my body,” you whispered softly, while the tears were brimming in your eyes. Before they dropped he pressed kisses full of love on your eyelids. “Y/n, why didn't you tell me? We agreed to never keep that kind of thought to ourselves.” He sighed rubbing circles and little hearts on her back. “Which part in particular you weren’t satisfied with?” his question made you look up at him.

“Everything,” you mumbled.

“Lovely there are better ways to feel better in your body, but starving yourself is not one of them, you know that.”

“I know Jake, I just…” you started saying while getting up which he followed. “I wanted to be sure to lose weight before you come back home. Gosh now I’m embarrassed.” You hid your face in the palms of your hands.

“Y/n, please remember to never change for anybody. Neither for the sake of what would media say or what I would want. Because all I want and care about is you being healthy. The only person that can have any say to how you look is only you. Unless it’s not healthy, then I’m gonna talk you out of it,” he said smiling calmly seeing how you revealed your soft smile from under your palms. Opening his arms he invited you into his warm embrace to which you gladly accepted. The sound of your stomach grumbling disturbed the silence, making both of you giggle sheepishly. “Wanna order some take-out?” he asked looking at you. The sight of you nodding your head made him take his phone out of his pocket to order something for both of you.

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[vintagenahbi]

How They Act During Your Pregnancy

Ot7 x Reader - BTS Reactions Pt. 1

JHope, Suga, RM, V

Summary: How each member takes care of you during your pregnancy journey.

Warnings ⚠️: nervous breakdown, feeling like a burden

JHope

Hobi and I were in disbelief as we starred at the monitor. His jaw nearly to the floor and mine not far behind. My eyes widened as I glanced over to him. He looked down at me and grabbed my hand tightly. Nothing was said between us- pure shock.

The car ride home felt the ripple effects of that doctor’s appointment. I was five months pregnant and had been waiting for Hobi to get back before we found out the gender of our baby. To both of our surprise, we weren’t having one baby but two. I was pregnant with twins.

I knew for five months I looked a little bigger than most women, but the thought of twins never crossed my mind. I always assumed that it was because I was enjoying the luxury of eating whatever I wanted guilt free without having to feel the pressures of society. Only to find out today that that was not the case. I was eating for three people and the thought of having two at once freaked me out.

Once Hobi and I got home, I decided that it was best if I went and layed down. I had to get my mind right. Suddenly, all the things we bought we were going to have to times it by two.

Hobi sneakily walked into the room and plopped down on the bed. I struggled to sit up, but was finally able to get my back pressed against the bed frame.

“Twins.” Was the only word he was able to muster up. I shock my head in agreement. Hobi started to laugh. I looked at him as if he was crazy. “We are having twins! This is so exciting. You get one and I get one.”

“You’re happy about this?” He looked at me confused as if I was in the wrong by my comment.

“Of course I am.” He starts to rub my belly in small circles. “It’s us in one Y/N. Our two little humans we made. How could I not be happy. Are you not happy?”

I didn’t want to be a downer. I couldn’t lie, I was scared. Terrified. I knew most of this would fall on me once touring picked back up and I was not ready to handle it all on my own. I wanted Hobi here. One baby was going to be hard but two. Don’t get me wrong we have a support system, it’s just not the same when it’s not Hobi.

“Y/N, are you not happy?” He repeated himself.

“It’s not that I’m not happy, it’s a lot. I know it’s going to be a lot on me and that scares me. We are a team but I know sometimes one person on this team can’t always be here.” I looked down at my stomach ashamed of my selfishness. These babies were a gift, something Hobi and I had dreamed about. It’s just two wasn’t in that dream.

“We’ll be okay. I will take care of all of us. You won’t be alone Y/N.” He stopped rubbing my stomach and clenched my hand. I couldn’t help but smile. He let go of my hand and gently grabbed my stomach leaning down to kiss the middle of it. I felt a little flutter and so did Hobi. He’s been so happy and gentle through all this.

“My babies, your dad loves you.” Hobi looks at me again. Tears started to slowly fall down my cheeks. I hated this part of pregnancy. My hormones had me all over the place. Hobi whipped my tears shushing me to calm down. “You want a snack?” I shook my head yes. He hopped off the bed and darted in the kitchen. I was so glad to have him in my life. He was going to be an amazing father to our two little angels.

Suga

I was at the point in my pregnancy where I was becoming sluggish. All I could do is sleep. Yoongi didn’t seem to mind because he took it as an opportunity to get work done and not have to worry about me. I felt bad that he had to constantly be by my side. Well, I didn’t feel that bad. I love having him around with me, even if I was sleeping majority of the time.

I got up from our bed and wobbled into the kitchen where Yoongi had his equipment set up. He looked up at me and quickly walked me over to the seat next to his. I slowly sat down making sure I felt the seat underneath me first. A task as simple as sitting down was becoming a chore. Yoongi glared at my big belly and placed his hand on my stomach trying to feel our baby boy kick. After a minute or two he finally started kicking away- a little too much. I felt a jab at my side and immediately hunched over in pain. Yoongi started to panic. Rubbing my shoulder up and down to help soothe the pain.

Tears were swelling in my eyes. I had never felt a pain like that before. I was honestly scared. Yoongi and I didn’t have the best luck with trying to conceive and since I had to be on bed rest anything could happen. Yoongi noticed that I started to cry, something I hated doing in front of him. He lifted my head up and held it as he began wiping away the tears.

“Breathe Y/N.” I started to control my breathing. Slowly taking deep breaths. “Okay, just like that.” He helped me get up from the chair and walked me back to the couch. He propped my legs up and sat down with me. I slowly started to drift to sleep.

When I woke up Yoongi was talking to and stroking my belly. I pretended to be asleep so I could hear him. Yoongi didn’t always show this side of him, but when he did I loved hearing it.

“I need you to be calm for mommy. Three more weeks and you can be all energetic and taking over. Mommy and I want to see you, but you have to be nice to mommy okay? I need you both. I want you both to be safe.” I grabbed Yoongi’s hand. It hit me why Yoongi had been so afraid these past months. He wanted me and our sweet boy to be safe.

I motioned Yoongi to move closer to me as I moved my feet off the couch. I held his hand and looked deeply into his eyes. I wanted him to know I was serious. Although it was cliche, I knew he needed to feel seen too.

“We are going to be okay. You, me, and the baby.”

“But what if something goes wrong and I have to pick? I can’t pick.”

“Yoongi, that won’t be the case. Our baby will be okay. I will be okay. Let’s not worry about it. We’ve have so much to prepare for. Soon you know it, we will have sleepless nights and a little us running around the house.” Yoongi kissed my hand. I stroked his cheek and I could feel the stress leave his body. “You’ve been great Yoongi and we will be okay.”

RM

I burst out of the bathroom door holding my lower stomach. Namjoon looked at me stunned. He dropped his phone to his side and waited to see what my next move was going to be.

“It’s time.” I said in a panic. Namjoon sat there as if he did not comprehend what I had said. I looked at him panicked really trying to figure out what he didn’t understand. It dawned on him. He jolted up and rushed to my side. He grabbed my waist and arm walking me over to the bed. I sat down as Namjoon stood there looking down at me.

“Joon, it’s time.” He didn’t even budge. I started to laugh. He flashed that beautiful smile and started to laugh with me.

“I don’t know why I keep freezing up Y/N?” I grabbed his hand to help lift me off the bed. I knew all that practice and preparation would lead us to this moment. Namjoon would have it down pat on everything that needed to be done and when the time came he would freeze up. I honestly found it adorable. He couldn’t get it together to save his life.

He suddenly started pacing around the room. I was so entranced by his spontaneous movements that I nearly forgot the issue at hand until another contraction hit me. I hunched over again. Namjoon noticed and kneeled down in front of me.

“I’m gonna get the car around okay? We’re going to have our baby. We are going to have a little baby.” I could tell he was having a moment of realization. He was about to be a father. Our little girl was about to have the best father I could ever imagine for her. Namjoon smiled at my stomach, but another contraction hit. “Okay let’s get my little angels up.” He helped me up and grabbed my hospital bag.

“Before we have this baby, I just wanted to say thank you Joon. You’ve been my rock through this and I’m so grateful for that.”

“No need to thank me Y/N. You are giving us the greatest gift of all. My little girl.” I gave him a kiss and we headed to the hospital.

V

Taehyung walked into the house with a bag from my favorite takeout place. I was five months pregnant and my cravings were going crazy. Half of the time Taehyung could not keep up. One minute I wanted ice cream, the next I needed something savory covered in a sweet sauce. The only perk was I didn’t look that pregnant. It was sometimes hard to believe I was about to have a baby.

Taehyung sat the food down in the kitchen. I got up and looked through the bag. Everything was there but my favorite side. Little things like this made me emotional. Yes, the lack of my favorite side was causing me to get teary eyed.

“Is something wrong?” Taehyung said. I looked at him and tried to play it off. I shook my head no. Taehyung looked in the bag and noticed what was missing. “Would you like me to go get it for you?” I hesitated to answer at first. If he didn’t mind then it’s no big deal, but I felt like I was asking for too much. Nearly being a nuisance for wanting to give into every craving I had. Taehyung could tell I was having an internal debate on what to do. “How about I go back out to get it and your favorite ice cream.” I started to smile.

I stayed at home as Taehyung went back out. I decided to watch tv, but fell asleep the moment I got comfortable. When I woke up, a blanket covered my body and the sun was no longer out. I looked at the clock at it was six forty-five. Taehyung was in the kitchen eating dinner. I don’t blame him. I was knocked out like a light for over two hours. I sat at down at the table and began to dig in. Taking one of each of everything. All Taehyung could do was smile.

“I take it my girls are hungry.” I smirked with my cheeks perked up because my hunger got the best of me.

“Thanks Tae.”

“It’s no problem.”

“I feel bad.” He scrunched up his eyebrows waiting for an answer. “I feel like I ask for a lot. All this back and forth. My cravings, not to mention my emotions all over the place, it feels like I’m a burden.” Taehyung stopped eating and looked at me.

“You are having our baby. Anything you need I will do. You’re the furthest thing from that.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and we finished our dinner.

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Meeting the Alpha

[Gabriel Shaw and David x Angel]

[Meet the parents Fluff - 1391 words]

[Little bit of a twist ending ;p enjoy]

“Alright, Angel. How are you feeling? You ready?” David asked, putting the car in park. Angel fidgeted nervously in their seat and stared out the window. Their attention darted rapidly between the big, rustic house in front of them and their own shaking hands. 

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Their voice was uncharacteristically quiet and almost shaky. “What if I fuck it up? Davey I- “ David cut them off with a gentle grip of their hand. They finally turned to look at him, mouth tugged down in a frown. He held their hand firmly and took a dramatically slow, deep breath. They followed suit, filling their lungs with air and breathing out their worry. 

“He’s going to love you, Angel. I promise,” David said, soft and genuine. “It’s going to be ok, it’s just my dad.” Angel nodded, still breathing deeply. They squeezed their boyfriend’s hand and forced a smile. 

“I think I’m ready now.” They said it more to themself than to him. David kissed them once before the two of them hefted themselves up and out of the car. The wolf came to their side and looped their arms together, keeping them nice and close. They walked together to the front door, waited a moment for a few more deep breaths, and David knocked firmly on the thick wooden door. 

A moment later the door opened, revealing the man of the hour. If Angel thought David was big, Gabe was gigantic. He was at least three inches taller and almost as wide as his son, but not quite as muscular. Angel stared up at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly.

“Well hey! You must be the little Angel I’ve heard so much about,” Gabe declared. He spread his arms, a bright smile plastered across his face, then paused. “Wait, can I- do… do you do hugs?” He pulled his arms back toward his body awkwardly as he questioned the forwardness of his action. 

Angel giggled at him and opened their arms too. They nestled against his chest in a firm, familiar hug. They both sighed, relaxing in their shared embrace as the mutual nervousness faded. They pulled away and found David standing off to the side, arms folded across his chest. 

“Aw, Davey, are you feeling left out? C’mere baby,” Angel teased, approaching him arms first. David groaned, but hugged them back, running his hand over their back. Gabe took the opportunity to ruffle David’s hair, wasting the agonizing half-hour he put into perfecting it. The beta scrunched his eyebrows together and huffed at his father. 

“I did not come here to be ambushed,” he complained, pushing his mate away from him. He turned back toward the door, quickly trying to tidy up his hair. “Are you gonna let us in or not, old man?” David’s grin gave away the fact his dismay was all for show. Gabe rolled his eyes, still smiling wide. He motioned toward the door with both arms and bowed slightly. 

“After you, Davey,” Gabe remarked, stepping inside behind them and closing the door. David mirrored his elder and rolled his eyes. The trio entered the front room of the house together. Angel openly gawked at the gorgeous childhood home of their lover. 

“Dinner is on the table if you two are ready.” 

The dining table was huge, stretching about as far as one end of Angel’s apartment to the other. It was bare, though, save for three neatly arranged placemats on one end with a variety of dishes scattered around them. David led his mate to their seat and pulled the chair out for them. He sat across from them, leaving the head of the table empty for the alpha. 

“Wow.” Angel stared at the feast in front of them. “It looks amazing, Gabe.” 

“It’s crazy, huh. Some people cook and eat actual food,” David joked as he scooped a spoonful of potatoes onto his plate. Gabe half-heartedly swatted at the back of his son’s head. 

“Be nice. You weren’t always the healthiest eater either, y’know.” The older wolf turned to Angel with a smile. “You would not believe how hard it was to convince this boy to eat his vegetables. When he was still a tiny little thing he-”  David covered his face with his hands and groaned. The tips of his ears were bright red as he listened to the retelling of his childhood stubbornness. 

“-and he wouldn’t even look at anything green unless I bribed him with some sort of treat until he was damn near 15,” Gabe laughed and glanced toward the man sitting next to him. David still had his head bowed down in embarrassment, but he had uncovered in face in the interest of actually eating his dinner. “Your mama would be so proud of you,” Gabe said softly. 

David perked his head up and stared at his father, surprise clear on his face. Gabe smiled at him and patted his shoulder with a nod. He turned back to Angel with the same kind grin. “She would love you too, Angel. You’re sweet like she was. I think you two would’ve gotten along well.” His voice was quiet and filled with a fond nostalgia. “You picked well, David.

David stopped eating for a moment, just pushing the food around on his plate as he searched for the right words. He looked across the table and met his partner’s eyes for a moment. He smiled back at them and sighed. 

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I.” 

The rest of the evening was filled with good food, laughter, and a plethora of embarrassing childhood stories. As the couple finished their food, Gabe stood to take their plates to the kitchen. Angel peered across the table with a smile painted on their face. 

“I think he likes me,” they sighed. David laughed and pushed himself up from the table. He came around to the other side and draped himself over the top of their chair. A kiss to the top of the head accompanied a soft squeeze to their shoulders. 

“He loves you, Angel. Just like I said he would.” He tilted their head up and kissed their forehead. “But I’m afraid if we don’t leave soon he’ll end up liking you more than me. And we can’t have that, can we?” They giggled and shook their head. He pulled their chair out to give them room to stand as Gabe reentered the dining room. 

“You two heading out?” David nodded and replaced the chair.

“It was really great getting to meet you, Gabe,” Angel piped up. Gabe smiled down at them. His smile had been almost permanently painted on his face since they arrived, but it never seemed any less genuine. 

“It was lovely meeting you too, Angel. Don’t be a stranger, ok?” He leaned down to hug them again and they happily returned it. He patted them on the back as he pulled away. David hugged him too, but it lingered a little longer as he reveled in the moment. 

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, David. Drive safe, alright?” David nodded as he turned to open the door. 

“Always.”

Gabe stood on the porch as he watched them get back into their car. Angel let out a long, low sigh as they sat down. David turned the key with a hum and turned to face his mate. They smiled at him before waving out the window as they pulled out of the driveway. They leaned across the seat to plant a quick kiss to David’s cheek-

The feeling of gentle kisses scattered across David’s face pulled him back to reality. His eyes opened just enough to peer up at his mate on top of him, waking him up “the romantic way”. He smiled softly as the warmth of sleep ebbed away. Angel kissed the tip of his nose and pulled away just enough to make proper eye contact. 

“Good morning, Davey,” they said, voice still hoarse from sleep. “Did you have a good dream?” David tucked their hair behind their ear and smiled as his core thrummed solid in his chest. He stared up at them, admiring the beauty before him for a long, silent moment. 

“Yes, I did.” He pressed a soft kiss to their lips. “I had a very good dream, Angel.” 

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𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 — 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

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𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I AM REWATCHING GOLDEN WIND SO ITS THE PERFECT TIME TO OBSESS OVER GIORNO AGAIN. posted for my hoe for the holidaze event.  do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

Giorno Giovanna was a difficult man to be betrothed to. 

not because he was calloused or paid no attention to you— it was actually the opposite. your fiancé doted relentlessly on you, always allowing you to sit in his office with him while he worked ( even during meetings in which his men would give you uncertain looks as they reported sensitive information to him ), and he’d always reach for your hand, hold it on your knee and allow his thumb to stroke the delicate skin as he spoke. he also loved to kiss you, and he would do so whenever he had a moment to do so. even if there was an emergency that required his immediate attention within the ranks; on his way out the door, he would always take the time to tilt your chin up so that he could trace your couplet with his own. 

and it was this amount of dizzying affection that made it so impossible to keep yourself from lusting after him. 

but Giorno was, first and foremost, one of the most chivalrous men you’d ever met. even with his Gangster status, he was always trying to do the right thing when it came to his future with you. and, unfortunately, one of his intentions had always been to keep your pure and virtuous until the wedding, so as not to shame your family. 

“I don’t want you to regret it.” he’d whispered to you once in the dark as he held you. you’d begged him to just take you already— traditions be damned. he wasn’t having any of it. “I want you to be ready to give yourself to me, and not just physically.” he’d kissed your temple when you grumbled about being ready, and chuckled softly. “Wait it out. If not for yourself, be good for me. I want to love you for the first time knowing you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to satisfy your urges any other way he possibly could. 

“Please, don’t stop.” 

you were whimpering, back arching against the door he had you pinned to. Giorno had one hand pressed into the door behind your head to keep you from hitting it when you squirmed, and the other was moving under your skirt. with the long, lithe fingers you’d come to know so damn well, he could make you tremble and beg until you wanted to collapse on the floor in a heap of pathetic sobs. the first two curled inside, the svelte tips massaging a cluster of hypersensitive nerves that had you rolling your head on your shoulders, pressing it back against the back of his hand, and moaning. 

“D—Don Giovanna—“ 

but he frowns, pressing his forehead to yours. “My name,” he murmurs, allowing his lips to dance only inches from yours as he pumps his fingers deeper. you could feel the chill of metal as his rings, scattered on his remaining digits, press against your netherlips— he’d been considerate enough to take the two off of his fingers he intended to use on you, and they lay forgotten on the large, mahogany desk a few feet away. your hands were gripping his shoulders, but they slid over the expanse of his chest as it rises and falls with heavy breathing. you’d already untangled his braid, and his golden tresses hung around his face and shoulders like curtains, billowing as your ragged breath hits the strands. his shirt was also open, and you use the rare opportunity to dig your nails into the pads of muscles in his chest. “Say my name.” they were unyielding, but you already knew that. you could feel just how solid he was underneath his clothes when he pulled you in for a loving kiss or hugged you close at night. 

“Giorno…” you mewl, rocking your hips forward to meet his skillful pumping. “Giorno!” 

he moans, too. and it’s such a beautiful sound. 

pressing his body closer to yours, he nuzzles his face in your neck to kiss and suck all over, finding your sweetest spots in mere seconds, while his pace between your thighs picked up. you could tell he was enjoying it, too, breathing heavily on your skin before latching on to leave his signature in a love bite that would be easily covered by your collar. 

“Please— let me touch you, too…” you were hesitant, because you could feel him grinding a firm lump in his pants against your thigh, trying to relieve the pressure he felt, but you’d never been able to get your hands on it. but, you allow your hands to fall to his belt, the very tips of your fingernails dipping underneath to tease the faint trail of blonde hair that no doubt led to your desire. “Giorno, I want to feel you…” 

“Not yet,” he whispered, and you gripped his belt, frowning. he must’ve felt you inhale, ready to protest, because he pulls away from your neck to smother your mouth in fierce kisses, curling and twisting his fingers against your fluttering walls until you’re whining and pliable. “I’m dying to be inside you…” he moans into your mouth, pressing his body against yours. you could feel the tent jabbing at his zipper and you know it must be just hardly keeping his erection contained. it must be painful. “I want to feel you, too, amorina,” he crooned, breathless, using your very favorite pet name. “I’m starved for you. I’m just barely able to resist the urge to lay you on my desk. If I even feel your soft hands wrap around me, I’ll lose that battle.” 

your eyelids are heavy, flittering slowly, and you roll your hips to meet the palm of his hand. he was drawing you closer and closer to the edge, and you knew he was trying to distract you. “I want you to fuck me, Giorno.” you moaned, and you could feel every muscle he had go taut beneath his skin. the specter of a pinky blush was raising in his cheeks, olive eyes staring into yours. you take this opportunity to hitch one of your legs on to his hip, hooking your ankle against the small of his back to pull him closer. “I don’t want to wait anymore, please… please just give it to me!” 

Giorno’s mouth hung slack, his hips jutting forward as if instinctively trying to give in to your begging, and he presses your buttons from the inside with the pads of his fingers. your belly ties in knots and you swoon. “I can’t,” he whispered, breathless, and you squirm. you’re coming undone even as he refuses to give you what you really want. “I gave you my word when I put this ring on your finger,” his free hand slips from behind your head to reach between you and grasp your hand, pulling it up to his mouth so that he could kiss the jewel in the center, “that I would do… everything… I could to take care of you. Didn’t I?” 

you nod, moaning his name under your breath like a broken mantra. you wanted to argue, and tell him that you would be better taken care of if he would just strip you down and fuck you right here, right now, but you knew that wasn’t the case. because Giorno didn’t just mean physically. when he promised to take care of you, he meant to keep you safe, fed, spoiled. he wanted to keep your reputation as pristine as it was before you were engaged to the Passione Boss. 

“I intend to keep my promise.” he moans, his golden brows furrowed, as if it also pains him to say it. but Giorno’s resolve is strong, and you know that he means it. he kisses the ring again, and this time, your finger, too. 

“Damn you for being so— responsible—“ you whimper. you tried to poke your bottom lip out into a childish pout, but his digits were working too skillfully on your nerves, pulling the orgasm out of you, and you allow your mouth to hang open so you can cry for him freely. 

he chortles a bit, fondly, and kisses you again to muffle your sounds as you get loud. no doubt, his guards with their heads just on the other side of the door was getting an earful. hell, maybe even Mista would be red faced and unable to look you in the eyes when he escorted you to the car that would take you home to wait for your husband-to-be’s return. his hand slows in tandem with your aftershocks once you’ve cum, allowing you to ride his palm at your speed until you’ve come to a shivering, panting stop. “I’ll give you every ounce of pleasure that I can with my fingers until you’re officially my wife. As often as you’d like.” he husks, slowly breaking the heated kiss to pepper your forehead with a litter of slower, softer pecks. “And, when the night finally comes that I can give every part of myself to you, I promise to worship your body with my mouth, my hands, and my cock until you can’t possibly keep your eyes open or your legs from trembling. Amorina, I promise that, as your husband, I’ll not stop until we’re both in tears.” 

reluctantly, you allow your leg to drop to the floor, but you nod, throwing both arms around his neck, and you lean in to kiss his jaw. “Giorno Giovanna,” you purr against his lips, turning your head to allow them to fit better against yours. “Is there no way to change your mind once it’s made up?” 

he smiles again, and shakes his head, both hands finding your waist to hold you steady so he can deepen the kiss you initiated. after a moment or two, he pulls back. “Every time I kiss you, another pebble falls from the wall of my resolve. We’d better hold the wedding soon.” there’s a faint knock, three taps. Mista. he called out to Giorno that the car was here, and Giorno sighs, using his clean hand to caress your cheek. he didn’t want to send you away so soon, but you know he didn’t have a choice. 

nibbling on your own lip, you take his wrist and guide it back beneath your skirt, allowing his fingers to rub against your slick one more time, and gather your essence upon them. “Don’t stop thinking of me.” you demand, batting your eyelashes. when you release his wrist, he brings his hand up to his face and inhales deep. you didn’t miss the way he shudders when he catches your scent on his shiny fingers. 

“I would be the world’s biggest fool if I did.” 

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Come Together

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: Ever since the academy, Aaron and Y/N have been at each other's throats for a spot on the BAU. He got it, She didn't. Now they have to plan the Bureau's Holiday party together without killing each other.

Warnings: angst, fighting, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, Aaron had a crush on her while married. why he and haley broke up, miscarriage mentions, divorced Aaron, flirting, teasing, kissing, fingering, hate sex, p in v smut, rough sex, no condoms used

Word Count: 4.8k

Penelope is usually the one to plan holiday parties… but after last year's spiked punch— that ruined a lot of upper agents' sobriety, which wasn’t her fault at all, the director delegated to having two random people plan it together. He pulled names from a hat that just happened to be Aaron Hotchner and Y/N Y/L/N. 

She was happy to do it, and he was fine with doing it… they just weren’t happy about doing it together. The two agents couldn’t stand each other and it goes all the way back to being in the same year at the academy. 

They were tied for the top of the class, duking it out to be the chosen one for Agent Rossi’s new right-hand man. And of course, it went to a man. It didn’t matter to them that she was fantastic at what she did, or that her final score was 0.2% higher than his. He was a man so he got it. 

She got a job in CARD which, she liked, it was still an opportunity to solve cases and bring kids home to their parents… she just had to work with the BAU more than she liked and take orders from them. And then Rossi left, Gideon stepped down and Aaron Hotchner was the fucking Head of the BAU. 

She was taking orders from him. Him and his goon squad of pretty people he picked over her. 

She would’ve pushed everything aside and dealt with him, she would’ve mended things if he accepted her into the team. But he never did. After 5 applications and being looked over for everything while he hired younger and younger, she finally gave up and started to hate his guts even more. 

Now she’s in the elevator, pushing the button for floor 6 and shaking the thoughts of strangling him out of her head so she can deal with him for half an hour. He’s always so busy that she’s been waiting all week just to talk about this stupid fucking party, and the only time he has is at 8:30 pm on a Friday when she should be at home. 

She walks right into the bullpen, up the stairs and knocks on his door. “come in?” He calls. 

“Hey,” she says with a deep sigh. “Can we talk about the party?” 

“Mhm,” he nods, waving her in. “Come sit, I already have some ideas.” 

“Okay…” she sits down in front of him, ignoring all his plaques and accolades and staring down at her clipboard. “I called around and there are 3 places available that are big enough to hold us, on the 3rd Saturday of the month.” 

“Awesome, I already called a friend of mine with a Christmas tree farm and acquired 3 trees— Douglas furs, all pretty and big, we’ll just need a ceiling over 12 feet to house them,” he explains. 

“And who’s going to decorate them?” She asks. 

He shrugs, “We’ve got a big budget, we can hire someone to do it.” 

“Who did Penelope use?” 

“Herself,” he smiles that devilishly condescending smile. “I’m sure if we ask she’d want to help out again. She loves Christmas.” 

“Did you ever figure out who spiked the punch last year?” She asks, genuinely feeling sorry for Penelope. 

Penny was the only one on the team that she actually liked. 

He nods, “Dax Cooper up in counter-terrorism.” 

“Yeah, he’s an asshole.” 

“Worse than me?” He teases. “Seriously, when are you going to stop being mad at me?” 

“When you admit you hate me!” She fights back. “I did nothing to you. You’re the one who conspired with Dave and got hired here and then you purposely lost all my applications and never let me know why you wouldn’t even interview me.”

“I didn’t lose them, I put them to the side,” he shrugs. “You weren’t ready to be on our team.” 

“But the walking calculator and teen Mrs. USA are?” She laughs.

“Reid and JJ are wonderful assets,” he snaps, jaw tight and eyes full of fury. “This is why I don’t want you. You wouldn’t be a team player. Not until you get rid of the attitude and accept that this job is about more than numbers. Yes, they’re young, yes you beat me by a fraction of a percent, but that doesn’t mean you have what it takes to do what we do.” 

“I look at cases full of missing, dead and raped kids all day, how is that any different?” She honestly can’t believe it. 

“Because you look at a screen all day with facts and witness statements and I go out into the field and I talk to parents and I deal with the cops and I don’t start fights over petty bullshit,” he reminds her. “I have never called you names or signalled you out. All you do, every time we're on a scene together, is whisper and gossip and try to undermine me. You need to grow up.” 

She just shakes her head, holding in a comment that could hurt him because… and she hates to say it, but he’s right. “Whatever. Should I call one of these places and book it tomorrow or what?” 

“Do whatever you want, just give me the address so I can have the trees and decorations sent over,” he honestly doesn’t care. “I trust your judgement on a caterer, I’ll pick a band… what else would we need?” 

“Invitations, which I can handle,” she assures as she stands up to walk to his door. “I’ll cc you on everything and include the director for oversight. I’ll call you if I have questions.” 

“Y/N,” he calls out to her before she leaves. “I’m going to be looking for a new agent in a few months…” 

“And?” 

“If we can work this out by then… maybe things will be different when you apply this time?” He suggests, giving her innocent eyes and genuinely meaning it. 

“Okay.” 

—

“Did you see her last night?” Dave asks, walking right into Aaron's office with two coffees right at 8am. 

He nods, “I did… you don’t have any connections to a band I can book for Christmas, do you?” 

“The Jazz club might be able to lend us some members,” he suggests. “I’ll make a call… but I take it things went well?” 

“As well as they could go, she’s still so mad at me for getting this position over her,” he shakes his head. “I don’t know how to make her realize she just wasn’t ready. Our working together would’ve been awful. It would’ve—

“Ruined your marriage that just ended?” Dave teases. “I know you liked her, I saw the way you two looked at each other and I saw the teasing and the way you talked about her. She was more than a friend to you… I couldn’t have her on the team like that. I couldn’t see you go through what I did with Caroline.” 

“I hate thinking about how different things could’ve been if she was on the team though,” he shakes his head and stares off out the window. “We almost broke up back then, you know? We almost never had Jack…” 

“You know it’s perfectly normal for marriages not to work out, it doesn’t mean you loved her any less, it just wasn’t meant to be forever,” Dave reminds him. “You’re still friends, there’s no ill will. You never cheated, she didn’t either. You just grew apart. It happens.” 

“But now I’m single and I can pursue Y/N… but she hates me,” he sighs. “I don’t think she’ll ever stop hating me.” 

“Nasty hate sex is fun,” Dave teases, making them both laugh. “I’m serious… you wouldn’t believe the women I’ve—

“I know, actually,” Aaron shakes his head. “Strauss can’t look at you the same anymore.” 

“Hey… that wasn’t hate, it was just indifference,” he teases. 

“Whatever,” Aaron can’t help but smirk. “Can you work on the band for me?”

“I will, I’ll get them to throw in some love songs too,” Dave teases on his way out. 

This was going to be interesting. 

—

Two weeks of planning and emails blow by in the blink of an eye. 

He gets ready for the party early, having to be there to check things over and meet the band and shake hands with the higher-ups as they arrive. He has a nice suit on, a red tie for Christmas and dark green socks that no one will ever notice. But he wants to look nice. 

For her. 

He walks up to her where she’s hiding in the corner. Adorning the most stunning golden dress and holding her clipboard, making sure everything gets delivered and set up in time for the start time at 7. They still have 4 hours till then, but she’s an overachiever. And a worrier. She needed this to be perfect. 

She looked perfect. Like the 2000 Holiday Barbie brought to life. He’s absolutely astounded by her beauty he just stares for a moment before he says anything. 

“You know, you look very pretty today,” he compliments but she doesn’t take it that way. 

She looks at him like he just insulted her mother. “What?” 

“That dress, it looks nice on you,” he looks her up and down. Smiling like he has some tricks up his sleeve. “What? Can’t I think you look nice? Haven’t we spent enough time talking this last month to let me compliment you?” 

“Don’t you have a wife?” She asks, disgusted he’d hit on her. “And a kid?” 

“We got divorced back in April,” he shrugs. “And you say you want to be a profiler, yet you haven’t looked at my hands in months?” 

She looks now, noticing that he doesn’t have a ring and the tan line that should be there is long gone, which means he’s telling the truth. “Oh… sorry.” 

“It’s better this way,” he nods, giving her a sweet smile. “Is everything going to plan?” 

She nods too, “Yeah. Just waiting on your band… please tell me they’re good?” 

He laughs, “They’re great. Dave’s got this Jazz bar he basically owns with how much money he’s spent there so they owe him one… You’ll like them.” 

“Jazz, at Christmas?” She can’t believe it. “Hotch—

“Aaron,” he corrects her. “Please, for the love of god, call me Aaron again.”

“Why?” She laughs, “We’re not close.” 

“Oh, come on,” he teases. “You can’t tell me that before everything went down, we didn’t have something going on? We were friendly, I almost thought you had a crush on me?” 

She looks at him with a brow raised, “You thought I had a crush on you?” 

He nods, “And then you found out I was married.” 

“So you’re saying if you weren’t married we could’ve hooked up at the academy?” She asks. “Sounds like you liked me too, regardless of the wife.” 

“No—

“Be honest,” she begs, stepping into his space even more. “If things were different- if you didn’t have a wife and we fucked back then, would you have screwed me over for the job?” 

“I didn’t screw you over, I simply already knew Dave,” he finally admits after 10 long years. “I knew he was about to leave, he knew Gideon didn’t want to be in charge. He wanted someone to run the whole unit who wouldn’t choke— not saying you’d choke, he just knew I was already hard on the inside, I wasn’t going to lose my mind with all the shit we see.” 

“You could’ve put in a good word for me, Aaron, I would’ve been fine working under you. I would’ve loved even just an office job in the BAU, I want to work with more than just missing kids,” she begs. “I’ve done it for 10 years, now. You know that makes me strong. You have a kid of your own, you know it’s not easy to think about them missing, let alone deal with it.” 

“I know… and I was serious, I have a new position opening up and I want to give this another try,” he admits. “I want you on the team.” 

She shakes her head, “how can I be on the team when this—” she points between them. “This, whatever this is, is going on?” 

“The sexual tension?” He teases and she swats his arm. “We’ll be fine.” 

She shakes her head. “Just, give me some time to think about it?” 

“I can do that…” 

—

She watches him from afar most of the night. Talking only when they needed to, like in front of the director or on stage while introducing the band and thanking everyone for being there… she was having a very hard time being in the same room as him with all she knew now. 

She was still mad at him. 

Mad because she’s wasted so much of her life hating him when they could’ve been happy together… but at the same time she was sad for his ex-wife. She wondered how long the marriage was loveless. Did she know? Did she suspect? Who broke it off? Does he see his son? She knew he was a good man back then but, what kind of good man has a crush on someone else while married? Would he just do that to her if they got together? 

She had so many questions in her mind and they wouldn’t shut up. 

He approaches her again while she’s deep in thought, staring at the floor while she sips on a drink she doesn’t even like. 

“Having fun?” He asks. 

She shakes her head, “No.” she puts her drink down on the table just behind her and turns back to him as he begins to speak.

“Something not going according to pl—

“Why the fuck did you have to tell me you like me?” She snaps. “I was so okay with hating you for the rest of my life because I couldn’t be on the team I always wanted to join and then you tell me you like me? That if you didn’t have a wife you’d want to be with me back then?” 

He steps more into her space so they can keep their voices down and between each other, “because you deserve to know.” 

“No, I don’t think so,” she fights back. “You were never worried about me being too immature for the team, you were scared you’d end up cheating on your wife with me. I didn’t even know you had a wife until I developed feelings for you. You never wore your ring to class, we spent every day sitting together in class or at the library and you came back to my dorm a few times… you pursued me as much as I was pursuing you and then you made it my fault.” 

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he bows his head, ashamed. “My wife and I weren’t in a good place, we were talking about getting separated… then she got pregnant.” 

“I thought Jack was only—

“We lost a couple babies before him,” he admits. “I didn’t want to be like my dad. I didn’t want to knock her up and leave her so I stayed. I stayed but I wasn’t a good dad anyway. I was always at work, I missed important things with my son and she was the one to end it because she deserved someone who wanted to be home with her and my son deserved to grow up knowing his dad wasn’t always going to be there but loves him enough to be as present as possible when he is home. I couldn’t be that when I was with his mom. we’re so much better apart, I love having weekends alone with my son and doing things we like and not worrying about fighting with his mother in front of him. And she’s happier now with her new boyfriend and Jack's happy with the prospect of a stepdad who can step up in all the areas I lack.” 

“That’s a really mature thing to do for him,” she manages to give him a small, press-lipped smile. “Still doesn’t make me feel better about what you did to me.” 

“I’ve wanted to tell you the truth and that I’m sorry for so long, but when we’re together it’s always a fight. I can never get an honest minute with you, you always just come in guns blazing and my instinct is to tease you back,” he admits. “I am sorry. I wish things were different. I would like to start over if you’d allow me to.” 

“I don’t want a job on your team,” she says, stepping in even closer. Close enough to kiss him. “I can’t work with you like this.” 

“Why?” He smirks. 

“Because Strauss hates you enough as is without you fucking your subordinate,” she whispers. “I’m not throwing myself under the bus… just to be under you.”

He lunges for a kiss, pressing his lips against hers as he cups her face. She backs up slightly in surprise, bumping into the table behind herself. Aaron’s instincts are sharp, he reaches behind her and steadies it so the drink doesn’t crash against the floor and draw more attention to them. She knows the few people in this corner are already looking at them, but she doesn’t care. 

This is a kiss she’s waited a decade for. 

Her hands go inside his suit jacket, she reaches around to grasp his back and pulls him flush against herself. They break the kiss just to breathe, going in for another and another until their tongues meet and they’re the odd couple making out in the corner of the party. 

His hand slips from her cheek to her jaw, along the side of her neck and then she pulls away, “not here,” she reminds him they’re in public and he can’t touch her anywhere he wants to. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “How long do we have to stay here?” 

“I have to stay for shutdown tonight,” she sighs. “But…. Come with me.” 

She pats his side and moves past him, leading him out of the little corner they’re in and towards the main room. He follows her up a staircase, past people they both know and respect and they catch a few eyes but, she puts on a fake pissed-off look and they think she’s leading him somewhere to yell at him… cause that’s what they do. 

“Hey man, where are you going?” Derek asks as they pass him and Penelope sharing a plate of hors d’oeuvres. 

He’s quick on his feet, “One of the vendors fucked up, we have to chat with their boss and discuss how they can make it up to us.” 

“Oh, damn, well… have fun,” he teases. Letting them go on down the small corridor towards some offices. 

She leads him to the only open office she has access to, flicks on the light, lets him in and locks the door behind them. He’s quick to crowd her space, press her up against the door and grip her chin to tilt her attention up toward his eyes once more. She’s back inside his suit jacket, he’s so toasty-warm in there she can only imagine what it’ll be like to be naked with him.

“What were you saying about fucking up and making up for it?” She teases him. 

He smirks, “I will… but first we need to find a way to release all that pent-up frustration we have against each other.” 

She tries her best not to laugh, just shaking her head with a smile as she lets out a little huff, “Ah yes, fuck me like you hate me so we can restart fresh.” 

He cups her face with both hands, eyes darkening with lust, “you’ve been such a brat for so long.” 

“And I’m sure you know the cure for that?” She teases, pulling him in closer. One of her legs slips out of the slit of her dress and she brings it up to wrap around his hip, he’s quick to drop one of the hands from her cheek to grip her thigh. 

“I do,” he whispers, his voice so deep it makes her stomach drop with anticipation. 

He kisses her abruptly, she grips his back pulling him as if they could possibly get any closer but they can’t. Not yet. He grinds against her as their tongues meet again, his hand on her leg goes a little higher until he’s gripping her ass. The hand on her cheek starts to slip again, caressing her chest, she lightly moans into his mouth at the feeling. He’s everywhere, boxing her in against the door, but she wants more. She wants him buried deep inside of her, pounding her against the table over there, letting her know just how much he’s wanted her this whole time. 

He kisses the side of her mouth, her jaw and down her neck, letting her catch her breath just to knock it all out of her again when he starts to lightly suck on her skin. “Aaron, don’t you fucking dare,” she scolds him. 

“I won’t,” he speaks against her, just lightly nipping and sucking at her skin on his way down to her cleavage. 

She pulls her hands out from inside his jacket to roam his shoulders until one hand ends up at the nape of his neck to play with his hair. Her head is tossed back against the door, and he kisses every inch of available skin on her chest. 

He reaches down and gets both of his hands under her ass, making her jump up so he can carry her. Still kissing her neck, he moves them over to the table and sets her down. She’s just the tiniest bit taller now, he kisses her cheek again, looking her in the eye once more as he spreads her legs and runs his fingers along her thighs, realizing now she has nylons on. His hands go further, towards her aching cunt, he grips her thighs while both thumbs play with the seam of her nylons. 

“I’m gonna rip these,” he announces, finding the weakest part of the seam and tearing it open enough to fit his cock through, without completely ruining them. He moves her thong to the side and drags his index finger over her clit. “You’re fucking soaked…”

She tosses her head back, both hands gripping the table like her ice depends on it when two of his fingers plunge into her. “Oh, fuck,” she moans a little too loud. 

Attaching his lips to her neck again, he sucks on her pulse point while fucking her on his fingers. It’s hard and quick, covering the palm of his hand with her slick as his thumb rubs her clit. She’s always known his hands would be good for this, if nothing else.

“Please, Aaron? Oh my god,” She starts to beg.

“Words, princess,” he teases against her neck, teeth grazing her skin, his breath hot, it sends a shiver down her spine. 

“Wanna cum,” she whispers, breathy and so close. “On your cock.” 

“Okay,” he pulls out, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking his palm up to his fingers. He sucks them into his mouth with a groan. His cock twitches between them, jumping with excitement. 

She whines again while he undoes the zipper and tugs his cock out, “please?” 

“Hold on,” he spreads the excess wetness over his cock, stroking himself twice while biting his tongue. It clearly felt so fucking good but she knew her tight cunt was going to be better. 

He slips in slowly and her grip changes, letting go of the counter, she wraps her legs around him and grips his back with her fingernails dug into the skin. “Better?” He whispers into her ear. 

She whimpers when he doesn’t move, feeling so full, “fuck me, please? Fuck me the way I deserve.” 

He hums, kissing her cheek before looking into her eyes, all watery and blown out, her mascara started to run a bit. He tilts his head to the side, “how hard?” 

“Hard,” she looks him dead in the face. 

He slips out, pulls her off the table and turns her around so her chest is against the cold hardwood table-top and flips her dress skirt up and out of the way. He rips her nylons even more, all the way up the back so her ass is exposed. He takes her ass cheeks in his hands and spreads her apart, amazed at how her pussy clenched in anticipation. 

“Please,” she whined, almost stomping her feet with desperation. 

He slams into her without warning, making her gasp loud enough to be heard by anyone wandering the hallway outside.

He pulls out a bit and slams back into her again and again and again until the noises she’s making are complete nonsense. She whines and moans and leans against the table for dear life while pushing back against him. He slaps her ass a few times, making the sound reverberate around the room like an echo. 

He needs more friction, so his thrusts get less powerful and more rhythmic, he uses her like a toy bouncing her on his cock like a rag doll. She felt like her main purpose in life was to be fucked by him like this, it felt so good, it felt incredibly right, and she loved every fucking second of it. All those years of fighting paid the fuck off.

He slams into her cervix over and over, the head of his cock kissing the puckered spot inside again and again. Her hungry cunt sucks him in so deep, never wanting him to leave, and he can tell she’s close just from the way she clamps around him like a vice. He reached around to her stomach and drags his hand down her mound to rub her clit with his middle finger. The rhythm barely matches, but she loves the way it feels. It’s unpredictable, it’s all under his control, she just sits there and takes it like the good girl he’s raised her to be. 

“Cum on the cock you hate so much,” he insists, “I wanna feel it. I want you to cover my cock in your cum before I fill you up to the fucking brim.” 

Too fucked out to really respond she reaches one hand behind her back so he’ll hold it. He intertwines their fingers and leans forward to kiss her shoulder as his hips snap against hers with force. She starts to shake, her legs barely able to keep her up as her orgasm hits her and rattles through her body. He feels the spasm from the inside, her cunt flutters as she releases all the built-up tension in her body She’s so fucking tight he’s barely able to register his own orgasm approaching when he topples over her on the table. 

He fucks into her as deep as he can go and then stills. She can feel rope after rope of his cum pump into her, they can hear the dribbles on the floor between them as it overflows and drips out of her, along with her own. 

He kisses her back, breathing hard against her. She’s just trapped there under him, legs quaking in her heels, “holy fuck?” 

“Sorry,” he pulls back and out of her, “shit… we didn’t think this through.” 

She sighs, holding her dress up so she doesn’t make a mess. “Are there any tissues in here?” 

He looks around, “Yeah… but it’s just that brown paper towel roll like we have at work.” 

“It’ll do,” she shrugs. Watching him walk over to the dispenser near the sink in the corner of the room, he takes a bit out and cleans himself up quickly, putting himself back in his boxers before her gets some more.

He leans her forward again, kneeling behind her, he cleans her up to the best of his ability and then he repositions her thong. He even wipes up the floor before tossing the paper out. “I can’t believe there was so much…” 

She laughs, dropping her dress back down and fluffing it so it looks normal again. “10 years worth of—

“Okay,” he shakes his head with a smirk, stepping back into her space, he wraps her up and kisses her forehead, “you did so good.” 

“Thank you,” she smiles sweetly, she feels so different. There’s so much affection in her chest as she looks up at him once more. “I’m glad we got that out of the way.” 

“I’ll stay with you here while they’re cleaning up,” he assures. “And maybe later I can show you how sorry I am for keeping secrets all these years?” 

“I’d really like that… but I’m still not working for you,” she teases. 

“I guess I’ll just have to take on more CARD cases so you’re forced to see me,” he teases right back, smiling at her. 

This is going to be fun. 

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Ahhhh this one was fun to write <3 i had to stop before it got too long lmao

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Bucky gets handsy when he's drunk lol

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drunk!bucky, implied smut at the end, due to the content of my blog this is 18+ only

A/N: this is unbeta'd all mistakes are my own

Masterpost || Bucky Masterlist || Event Post

It wasn't that Bucky was a lightweight. No, it was that asgardian liquor had a certain kick to it that sent Bucky into a drunken handsy mess. You sat in his lap, his hand roaming and squeezing the muscles of your legs and your hips and he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

As he laughed into your skin at something Steve said, you couldn't help but think back to the first time you'd seen him drunk, which was the first time he'd felt comfortable letting loose like that in front of the rest of the team. 

You'd grown tired of the party earlier than he did, retiring to your shared room for the rest of the evening and taking the opportunity to have a self care night. You took a bath, washed your face, did a mask, your nails - the whole nine yards. 

Finally in pajamas, hair dry and skin feeling the softest it's been in awhile, you crawled into bed, your comfort show on the TV as you got comfy. Then your show paused and FRIDAYs voice called your name through your speakers. 

A sigh left your lips as you shut your eyes, "Yes?" 

"Mr. Barnes is requesting to speak with you," She announced and your brows scrunched. He could just come back to the room if he wanted to talk to you so bad. But part of you had your anxiety peaking - maybe something happened downstairs and it was an emergency. 

"Put him through." 

"Yes ma'am." It was only a moment of quiet where you were questioning everything before Bucky's voice filled the room. 

"Babyyyy," he sang out, "Baaabyyyy." 

You shook your eyes as you got ready to stand, "Yes, my love?" You called back and you heard his gasp as if he didn't know you'd answer. He must've been calling for you before FRIDAY connected him. 

"You answered!" You could hear the smile in his words as he told you about how he didn't think you'd still be awake. 

"I'm awake, but not for much longer," You informed him, "What's going on?" 

He was quiet for a moment before he finally replied, "Can you come get me?" His voice was small and you couldn't hear a smile anymore, "I miss you." 

There was a tugging in your heart as you threw the covers off of your legs and stood from the bed. 

"Where are you, Bucky?" 

"At the compound," You rolled your eyes, but decided not to tell him you were also already there. "In the activity room. Everyone already went to bed." 

"And they left you there by yourself?" You slipped on your fuzzy socks, the damn floors Stark had chosen were always freezing the bottoms of your feet, and he confirmed his statement. "Stay there okay? I'll be there soon." 

You disconnected the call from FRIDAY before telling her to keep an eye on Bucky while you made your way down, taking the elevator ride to mentally prepare yourself for whatever state the team had left Bucky in. 

Padding down the hallway, you slowed at the corner leading to the activity room when you heard voices. When you peaked around the corner, you saw a very out of it Bucky leaning against a sober looking Steve. 

"I know where she is, I can take you to her," Steve tried to convince Bucky but your boyfriend shook his head. 

"Nuh uh, she tol' me she was comin 'ere," His brows were scrunched when he looked at Steve, "I ain't movin'." Steve chuckled and shook his head and you couldn't help but do the same. 

"Alright, pal, we'll wait together yeah?" You couldn't stop the small smile that grew on your lips as you watched Bucky's head lean against his friend's shoulder. You gave him another moment to relax with Steve before you rounded the corner, sneaking your way over to the couch. 

Steve spotted your first, catching you in the corner of his eye, and he smiled and waved. You returned the gesture before seeing Bucky with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful you didn't want to wake him, but you also didn't want Steve to have to be stuck here all night, not that he'd complain - he'd do anything for Bucky even if it meant sitting still on the couch all night. 

"Hey, punk," Steve softly said, getting a hum out of Bucky, "Open your eyes, look who's here." 

Bucky's eyes lazily opened, sluggishly scanning the room before landing on you, snapping the rest of the way open as a giant smile broke out on his face. 

"Baby!" He called for you, holding his hands out to touch you and you closed the distance, stepping into his hands as they wound around your back and pulled you forward. He buried his face in your stomach, taking a deep inhale as your fingers threaded through his hair. "You came." 

"Of course I did," You muttered into his hair before placing a kiss there and looking at Steve, thanking him for watching over you boyfriend. 

"You got this?" he whispered to you and you nodded. 

"Yeah, if I need help, I'll call you." He nodded and stood, patting you on the shoulder before walking down the hall. 

"You wanna go back to our room, hm?" You asked, pulling Bucky's face away from your stomach so you could see him. 

He nodded and you tried to help him stand, though it was hard with his wandering hands. Eventually, you got him to his feet, and half carried him to the elevator. With him propped against the wall, you leaned over, pressing the button for your floor. 

His arms wrapped around you from behind, his metal hand pushing its way up and under your shirt, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it in his grip. You let him lean into you, his other hand coming around your front, drawing lazy patterns over your stomach before it started to tease at your waistband, his pink pushing the edge of it trying to get past it. 

You grabbed his hand, giggling at the sound of disappointment that rumbled behind you. "Bucky, you know there are cameras all over this place, including the elevators right?" 

"So? I wan touch you," his hand on your breast squeezed as his lips placed lazy kisses on your neck and you had to keep yourself together at the sensation the cool of his metal against your nipple did to you. 

"I know you do," You said, looking over your shoulder at him, "But do you want to give Stark a free show?" His nose pressed into your neck as he grumbled. 

"No. . ." He muttered after a while earning another giggle from you as his hand still hadn't left your chest.

"Then, if you can stay awake once we get back to our room, you can touch me all you want." You promised, nudging his nose with yours and smiling as his eyes lit up with determination.

"I can," He said, swaying as he stepped back from you, "I can stay 'wake." 

The elevator stopped on your floor and you helped him get to the bedroom, helping him sit on the bed and take his shoes off. He laid back on top of the comforter with a sigh before looking at you and giving you grabby hands. 

You placed one of your hands in his, leaning over him to place a kiss on his lips, "I'll be right back, okay?" He pouted at you but nodded, leaning up to mold his mouth with yours once more before letting your hand go and watching you walk off to the restroom. 

When you came back, he was lightly snoring, laying the wrong way on the bed. You tried waking him to move him, but he was out cold, so you grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and moved them to where he was. You pulled out an extra blanket, since he was laying on top of the other ones, and once you had him turned to his side just in case, you snuggled in behind him, throwing the blanket over the both of you. 

His laugh snapped you out of the memory and you looked down at him. He glanced up at you, catching your gaze and his smile softened. 

"What is it?" He asked, squeezing your leg. 

"Nothing," You grinned, leaning down to his ear, "Do you wanna come upstairs with me before you get too tired?" You asked, taking the lobe of his ear between your teeth for a split second before pulling away. 

When you looked at him again, the pupils in his eyes had blown wide and he had a single-minded gaze on you. 

"Get up," he ordered, "Let's go." You stood giggling, bidding everyone a good night before Bucky all but chased you to the elevator, almost giving Stark a show on the way up to your room where, this time, Bucky didn't know the meaning of the word tired. All. Night. Long.