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Family Sins - Part 2 || Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

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Paring: Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: Every Thursday afternoon you and Aemond meet, even if you have to pay for his family's sins.

Tags: Alternate Universe/ Emotional Hurt/Angst/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: As I promised, I turn this into a series. Hope you like it!

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You always took that trip in the back of Gregory's truck. Always there. You liked that road. It was the only one that was paved in the town every summer. It was the entrance to it and it was always driving and fast, ensuring that the truck never slowed down or encountered potholes. That was always a delight on autumn afternoons. With the wind against your face, the vehicle accelerated and you felt alive after having spent the last two weeks stuck at home.

The wind against the face.

The feeling of speed.

You took a deep breath as you walked down that road. That was feeling alive. Feeling alive at last. You leaned your head against the glass of the driver's cabin. Inside you could hear a local station broadcasting the latest news, but outside, on that afternoon of trees with yellow and orange leaves, you only heard the sound of the wind cutting against your ears. Tomorrow will be Thursday. You were thinking about whether you would visit Aemond that Thursday. Bones rested his head on your lap. The old dog always accompanied you on each of the trips you took in the truck. You thought he liked feeling the wind on his face even more than you did.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and lightly brushed the bump on your cheek. Now it was yellow and it barely hurt, barely. Greg's blows had hurt you, but you had discovered that what really hurt you was something close to the soul, that entity so abstract and impossible to locate within the body. What had hurt you was receiving blows from someone you had trusted until that moment. Anguish had gathered in your chest and anxiety had barely let you breathe in the following hours. That was a different kind of pain that surpassed the physical one, you would never understand why. Greg had watched you silently, his huge eyes caressing your cheekbones or his hands touching your nose. It had been gentle, childlike caresses while in the next room your mother continued to yell at Gregory for what he had done. At least, he hadn't knocked you unconscious. That was all your brother repeated over and over again. He had said you were the dragon whore and your mother had punched him in the face. Her eyes cold against your brother's, but even she knew you were a traitor. She knew that the heart couldn't be controlled, but what was happening to her was thats he couldn't understand how you could give Aemond your love after everything that had happened with your older sister. She didn't understand it, nor did she share it.

Then your father arrived, tired, as he always ended each day at the bar, and he hadn't even asked what was happening. Silent and exhausted, he had gone to his bed and slept until the next day. Roy had already told him who they had seen you with and he would have to get up the next day the same, like every morning, until the rest of his days.

Bones yawned and laid his head back down on your lap. That feeling of the wind against your face was the closest feeling to flying that you were ever going to have, flying was the closest feeling to flying with dragons that you could experience. Aemond always explained that feeling every time he told you about the flights he took in his father's small plane at the old airfield near the town. He had always said he would take you there, but he never had. The opportunity had never arisen for you to see each other beyond those Thursdays that always made your legs tremble. You leaned your head back against the glass and closed your eyes. Should you go see Aemond tomorrow? Could you?

A small plane passed over you, heading towards the old airfield, and you wondered if it was Aemond enjoying what he had told you made him feel free: flying.

Inside the truck, Greg pointed to something in the sky and Gregory looked at the place where his nephew was pointing. “Yes, it's a small plane,” he commented without much encouragement, turning his eyes to the road. The boy continued looking at him in silence with his enormous eyes. The truth was that Greg's huge purple eyes, along with his silver hair, always managed to irritate Gregory, but lately he was calmer. The guilt for hitting you still ran through his mind, but... How could you be as stupid as Bella? How could you be? The Targaryens had never brought anything good to the town, not one of them. They had polluted the river with the factory they had there, they had cut down a large part of the forest... they had destroyed a large part of the lives of the town with the illegal trafficking of weapons and drugs... they were the villains of Gregory's film and, yet, you… You still came every Thursday to spread your legs for one of them. What was going through your mind? You... you had always been the clever one. What was happening to you?

Gregory watched as Greg continued pointing to the sky. Still looking at him with those two huge eyes. “It's just a plane, Greg,” he replied again, almost desperate. He could never understand that child. He didn't know how you could do it. It was something that was beyond his complete knowledge. “What's itching you now, Greg?” he moaned, almost desperate to understand him.

A knock on the driver's cabin glass woke you up from one of the few moments you had to yourself. You looked over your shoulder and saw Gregory pointing at Greg. So both of them almost seemed comical, but Gregory was still the one who had beaten you up barely two weeks ago. "What happens?" You were able to read your older brother's lips and looked at Greg who looked back at you knowingly. You simply formed a kind of dove with your hands and the boy looked at you completely focused while you smiled at him.

Gregory looked forward angrily. Well, it was just some dragon shit you had between you or some similar bullshit. Greg stayed calm after a few moments looking at you and put one of the cereals in his mouth from the bag he was carrying on his lap. Your older brother thought at that moment that neither of you were to blame for what was happening in the town, but you were his pressure valve, Gregory's pressure valve. He turned off the radio and sighed, listening simply as the truck cut through the wind. If Bella were still alive, things would be a lot easier.

“Grab a damn bag and let's go. We're already late” Aemond whispered to Aegon as he continued to laze in front of the bags of chips from the supermarket that was a couple of kilometers from the entrance to the town. Recently, Aegon's license had been revoked and now his older brother had to be his private driver every time they visited their parents in town. That was where Alicent and Viserys had retreated, surrounded by trees and vegetation to help calm their mother's nerves and their father's rampant illness.

"Hurry?" Aegon grabbed a bag and put it back in the same place, getting on his younger brother's nerves. “I thought it was on Thursdays when you ran to get between (Y/N)'s legs,” he laughed sardonically while he didn't even look at him and continued walking through the shelves of that supermarket. Aemond confronted him as he said your name and Aegon laughed in his face again. “You should buy the condoms here. No one would go around town talking about the size or quantity you buy,” he mocked him. That was the only thing Aegon seemed to know how to do. Making fun of his brother.

Aemond pursed his lips tightly and tried unsuccessfully to ignore his brother's comment. He had only stopped there because of Aegon's insistence on buying a damn bag of Snacks. According to him, he was going to die of hunger. Aemond was going to die of nerves because of his older brother. “Which flavor do you think is the best?” Aegon asked him as Aemond followed him.

“I don't know, you're not going to eat it in the car,” he scolded. He didn't eat inside his car. Aemond had no children but he thought he was getting plenty of practice for when the time came with Aegon. “Grab any bag and let's go. Father and mother are waiting for us.”

At that moment, Aemond first caught a glimpse of a boy with silver hair walking through the halls while eating from a bag containing cereal. One after another he put them in his mouth in a timid and childish manner. He knew that Aeron's development was far from adequate for a child his age, but then, Aegon was his father. Aemond didn't know how that could influence that child's genetics. Aemond tortured himself for being so cruel, but he couldn't help it. Why hadn't Aegon been careful with your sister? Behind him you appeared in the distance. You grabbed his hand as you scolded him. Probably because he walked away. Why should Aegon's hunger have been awakened at a time like this? It almost seemed like he did it knowingly. Although it was just a coincidence. In truth, he was glad to see you. He hadn't heard from you for two Thursdays. He had written to you, he had but as always he had received no response. It almost seemed like your meetings were reduced to what you did in that motel room every Thursday.

“Barbecue flavor, I've already chosen,” he told his brother, putting the bag on his chest. Aemond, with his hands behind his back as he looked at you, had no choice but to grab the bag while his brother laughed sarcastically.

“She's as hot as her sister,” he laughed and Aemond wanted to kill him. That boy was his son. That was the family he had torn apart and he almost didn't seem to care. It seemed as if Aegon only knew how to think with part of his body.

“Do you ever think about the things you've done?” his younger brother asked and Aegon just laughed.

“Alcohol, drugs… help you forget,” he said without any responsibility, as if he were still a teenager. “Don't worry, from now on you'll know what it means to truly belong to the family” he patted her shoulder where his tattoo was now. No, Aemond had planned to take his new role within the family with much more responsibility than his brother showed.

Aemond saw you treating Aeron gently and thought that you would be the mother of his children. Such a childish and innocent thought in a man who should have stopped those fantasies, but he really held out that little hope. That hope that he didn't share with absolutely anyone. You were beautiful. Simply beautiful and sweet. Perfect. That's the only word that came to mind every time he saw you. He continued staring at you enthralled when your older brother appeared right behind you, pushing a shopping cart.

“What an asshole,” Aegon whispered under his breath, and Aemond knew he had found the perfect moment to leave. He didn't want to confront Gregory and his brother. It had been enough that they had hit each other two Thursdays ago. If he had been alone, perhaps he would have approached and asked about Aeron, but he was not alone and he knew that Gregory hated him, but the one he couldn't see even in painting was Aegon. However, something caught his attention.

Your cheekbone.

Your cheekbone looked beaten and bruised.

What if you hadn't gone to see him during those two weeks because you had...? His blood boiled in a single moment. He wanted to reach out, grab your face, hold you there until you told him what had happened that Thursday night. He thought that you hadn't come because your parents had forbidden you and you were waiting for tempers to calm down, or that you hadn't done so to avoid being the town gossip for a couple of weeks. But, if someone had hit you... may the gods have mercy on him, because he planned to destroy him.

Aegon lowered his sunglasses, showing the bruise that was firmly imprinted on his eye. Without a doubt, the beating that Gregory had given him just for meeting him in his favorite roadhouse had not been enough to calm Aegon's spirits, after all the Targaryens always got their way in that place. “Looks like I'm not the only one who got hit last Thursday,” he commented with his lower lip still split, and that did make Aemond lose his temper.

Aegon smiled just as he saw him approach with his always slow and sure step towards you. Well, there would be a fight for sure. There was nothing in this world that Aegon liked more than a fight.

You were leaving some vegetables in the cart when you felt someone grab your arm. You just looked up and your eyes filled with shame and regret. Aemond was there, silently inspecting the bruise on your cheekbone. One of his thumbs grazed the wound and you just whimpered in pain. “Aem…” you started whispering. You grabbed his wrist. “Please…” you looked around. Everyone was whispering around you. You would be the talk of the town again that day. Shame was the only thing you could feel, shame and…

“That looks bad,” laughed Aegon right behind him, who still had not put on his sunglasses again. “It had to be a good blow”

“It's all good, okay? “Don't worry,” you whispered again and released your grip when Gregory just appeared there, grabbing Aemond's sweater. You instinctively grabbed Gregory's arm as he raised his fist. Aemond was still expressionless, as if inviting your brother to hit him. They both knew who had the upper hand in that fight.

“Gregory, stop,” you yelled at your brother as you grabbed his raised fist again. Your brother spat in Aemond's face and reluctantly released him. You watched as Aemond cleaned himself, incredulous at what had happened, as if the act of spitting on him had been much worse than hitting him. He wiped your brother's saliva with the back of his hand. The fingers were sticky from that substance and the ego was very wounded. Gregory, who had always been much shorter than the Targaryen brothers but much more muscular, looked at him, breathing heavily, as if he had to control himself for what was just going to happen.

However, Aemond, who had always been the calm brother, stirred under his older brother's watchful approving gaze and grabbed Gregory by the front of his shirt. Now the one with his fist raised was Aemond. “Aem…” he heard you sob and simply let it go, looking at the ground almost embarrassed by his reaction.

“I just want to protect you” was what he responded, passing right by you and leaving your brother lying on the ground. You were surprised how both men wanted to defend you from each other.

Aemond had never had outbursts of anger, or at least none like that. The tattoo had changed him. His new position within the family had done so. You just looked at the ground to quickly go help Gregory up. It would be worse if you didn't. Your older brother stood up with difficulty. Breathing heavily as Aemond walked away. Aegon laughed, but just as he was putting his sunglasses back on, Greg looked at him with his huge purple eyes. He put a cereal in his mouth again and offered it to the one he didn't know was his father. The eldest Targaryen stared at him in silence, as if he saw something in the boy that he had never seen before.

“Greg, come,” you took his hand and the boy accepted your hold without any opposition while Aegon put his glasses back on, hiding what you hoped was a look of guilt. Gregory shoved him with his shoulder as he picked up the cart again, almost trying to provoke Aegon, but he ignored him and just followed his younger brother.

Everyone around you looked at you. You grabbed Greg's hand and almost dragged him as you made the purchase faster than usual.

The sins of the fathers. Simply all of you were going to pay for the sins of the Targaryen family.

That Thursday it was raining heavily again. You heard one drop after another fall in that cheap motel room. The window supported them all. Aemond had sat on the edge of the bed. With his shirt off, the dragon tattoo on his shoulder almost looked more shocking and impressive than last time. He supported all his weight on his arms while still sitting there. The fly was lowered and the glans once again showing through the elastic of that boxer. He looked at you as if you were a work of art. His only eye on you while you simply took off the t-shirt that you were wearing again under that sweatshirt.

Neither of you had exchanged a word that Thursday afternoon, not even about what had happened at the supermarket the day before. Silence always seemed to be a maxim of your relationship. But, just as you took off your shirt, revealing the scrapes and bruises that were on your left rib, you saw how Aemond changed his smile for a grimace of regret. As if he were the ultimate culprit for what had happened to you. He brought you closer to him and inhaled your aroma of that cheap blackberry cologne that always managed to drive him crazy. His hands went to your back as his fingers began to dig into your skin. His right hand traced the line of your back from bottom to top, sending a pleasant shiver that made you smile. You never knew how he did it, but your bra fell to the floor. You had always preferred not to think about the number of girls he had had to be with for that movement to come out so fluidly.

A small moan of pain escaped your lips just as he grabbed your right breast to take it into his mouth. Your nipple had already become aroused from that simple contact, but the skin near your ribs had also been stretched by Aemond's grip. He just looked at you with concern. “Hmm” was all he mulled as he finally took that delicate piece of meat into his mouth and sucked on it as if his life depended on it. His gaze fixed on you. He bit and licked it several times under your watchful gaze while you just laughed and moaned. That was music to his ears. He thought he liked it more than his favorite classical music station.

He sucked hard again to end up biting that nipple that was more than sensitive due to his attention. He smiled when he saw how simply with that he already had you at his mercy. You groaned and closed your eyes. You lifted your face with a smile and scratched Aemond's shoulder. Your black-tipped but destroyed nails, because you bit them too, dug into his tattoo. He simply stopped and smiled at you, still not letting go of the breast he held in his hand.

"Do you like it?" was all he asked you as you snapped back to reality. You knew he wasn't referring to what he had just finished doing, but to the damn tattoo where your hand now rested. You moved your hand away, almost as if it was going to burn you, and pushed him onto the bed with a mischievous smile. Aemond dropped down, while bringing his hands behind his neck. That gesture told Aemond that the last thing you wanted to talk about was that new mark on his skin that made him so proud.

You positioned yourself on top of him and ran the wet fabric from your crotch through the elastic of his boxers. Aemond didn't need more to know that you were ready and he fucked you hard. He turned you on top of him and pinned you to the mattress, grabbing your hair. You pursed your lips in silence. Aemond had never been so rude to you before. He let go of your hair for a moment and you saw him take a condom out of one of his pants pockets. He opened it again with his teeth and pulled just his cock out of his pants to put it in one quick motion.

His strong hand crushed you again against the pillows of that cheap bed and you felt his free hand pull down your panties without any shame. The cold air of that autumn afternoon collided with the warm, soaked wetness of your crotch and you laughed at the pleasurable effect it always seemed to give you. Aemond tightened his grip on your hair again as he heard you laugh. "Mine. You are only mine,” he whispered between his teeth. A quick lunge.

"I'm going to protect you." Another one, fast and fast.

“And you're going to tell me who the fucking bastard was that did that to you” his balls slammed against your pussy again, sending almost pleasurable shivers throughout your body. Another moan of yours escaped your lips. “Fuck,” you heard him moan almost in desperation. That time you weren't making love, he just wanted to teach you a lesson. A lesson about who you belonged to, about who was going to protect you, about what he had become.

“That son of a bitch is going to know what it's like to touch a dragon's girl,” he hissed the last word through his teeth. He moaned. That's what he had become. A Dragon. You knew what it meant and you even feared the consequences of it. He crashed his hips against yours again, he went in and out without any shame on your part... and your body reacted to it as always. With the same intensity and desire. Even if you knew that Aemond was not the one you had met.

“Hmm, I could go to reception and pay for the whole night,” he whispered to you as he stroked the bruise again. You smiled. With Aemond everything seemed simple. Much more than it actually was. You bit your bottom lip and he only knew whether to open his lips to catch you in a slow kiss. He pressed your body to his. "Would you like that?" He whispered to you again as his eye devoured you in silence.

“It’s getting late,” you whispered just as Aemond ran his thumb over your bruised cheekbone again. Lying facing each other, you were still tangled between the sheets of that bed. It was late, but you weren't moving and neither was he. That bed seemed like the only safe place those days. The truth was that you were afraid that your brother would hit you again. You were afraid that your father would find out that you were finally with a Dragon. You feared what Aemond had become.

“I would love to, but I don't want Gregory to go back to…” you realized what you were just going to say. You punished yourself. But, just then you saw Aemond getting out of bed. “Aem, where are you going?” you asked him, scared. You knew where he was going, of course you did, you weren't stupid enough not to understand that Aemond finally knew what you had kept quiet all that time. Your own mind had betrayed you and Aemond was not going to leave that in the air.

“That asshole was the one who touched you and rest assured that I am going to teach him what it means to touch my things” you saw him out of his mind, like you had never seen before. He dressed quickly while you tried to stop him. “Don't try to defend that son of a bitch,” he yelled at you, without looking at you. Just moving away with his arm. He breathed heavily and you didn't dare touch him again.

He left the room, leaving you alone in that roadside motel, in the room that had witnessed most of the encounters he had had... that had witnessed Aemond's transformation... Finally, he was going to make his own sins.

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lovesclinic · 1 year

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ྀི ۪ ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪ ׂ. ꒰ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 !! ꒱

ღ. synopsis ; you were worried about a friend during a case working with the team, hotch got jealous and had to punish you…

ღ. pairing ; aaron hotchner x reader

ღ. warnings ; smut, Y/N gets a call from and hotch makes her answer it, mutual pining, lmk if i missed anything !!

ღ. notes ; hi! enjoy and pls send it requests so i can write stuff muah

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the team had just wrapped up a particularly difficult case. the victims had looked eerily similar to Y/N's closest friend. so through the whole case she was distracted. every time a body turned up, she had to call her friend, who didn't even live in that same state, tk make sure he was okay.

while hotch had gotten visibly frustrated over this, it wasn't due to the distraction, or even to her lack of regard of the confidential aspect of the case. it was that she was talking to him, taking care of him, and not aaron himself.

"i’m so glad that case it done, it sucked balls."

the team send Y/N a range of tired hhms and yahuhs in response. not aaron.

he just sat in the jet, seat across from Y/N, wishing she was his.

as the team walked back into the bullpen, garcia went to her room to pack up for the day, and the rest of the team headed to their respective desks to finish up the paperwork and get home as soon as possible.

Y/N had walked to wards her desk to pack up her desk slowly, but her sleep like daze is interrupted by the text chime of her phone, the specialised noise used only for hotch so that she knows when her boss is texting her before she even opens her phone.

Y/N had to resist the urge to slump over her desk in exhaustion, choosing to lean her hip against her desk, opening her phone to read the message.

hotch: Y/N come to my office when you are ready.

hitch’s messages were sharp and to the point, as usual. would it kill the man to use an emoji once in a while?

would it kill the man to use an emoji once in a while?

The agent sighed and began the climb up Hotch's office, knowing she would be dead by the time she reached the top.

You requested to see me, sir? As Y/N asked, she was discreetly attempting to catch her breath while casually leaning against the open door frame.

Y/N observed as her boss paused in his writing of the assessment and summary of the case, sat up off his chair, stepping around it to push it back in, unintentionally flexing his exposed forearms due to his rolled up shirt sleeves to the agent, who was almost drooling at the sight.

He then turned to face her.

“yes Y/N come in, shut the door behind you please.”

he gestured for her to come sit on one of the two chairs facing him, which she did, but he didn’t sit back down, he only walked around his desk and stood so close to the chair she was sat on that she had to strain her neck to look up at him.

“uh sir? is there something you wanted to talk about? or maybe could we talk tomorrow? i really would like to get home as soon as po-“

“of course you would.” Hotch interrupted, standing close enough that all he microbehaviors were visible to him. like the way she took a quick inhale at his stern voice, or when he placed a hand on her shoulder her eyebrows crinkled and she attempted to subtly clench her thighs together.

“so responsive,” he murmured to himself, with a smirk accompanying his amused state.

“sir? what do you mean by that?” Y/N was a profiler, not an idiot, and she had noticed her boss gazing at her for perhaps a little too long on the jet, and how bitter he became whenever she brought up her male friend during the case.

she found it amusing how much of an effect she had on him. however, Y/N wasn't the only profiler in the room, and he noted how enamored she was with him both during the case and from the moment she had entered his office.

his authoritative demeanour, the efficiency with which his mind connects facts in a particular situation, and his body.

He had his sleeves rolled up just now so he could observe her reaction, and he was pleasantly surprised.

so she had a harmless crush on her boss, she knew he wouldn’t reciprocate it. and even if he did, the man was always a stickler for the rules so nothing would come of it.

suddenly his hand moved from it’s firm grasp on her shoulder, to slide up and down her arm, not stopping once, even as he began to talk.

“surely you don’t want to go home to him, when you can stay right here? hm?”

Hotch observed Y/N’s breathing get heavier, squirming in her chair, “sir, my friend i was talking about on this case is just a friend, i swear.”

Y/N didn’t know why it was so important to her that hotch knew that she wasn’t with her friend romantically, even if she was it wouldn’t be any of his business.

Y/N hadn’t even notice hotch had moved his hand from her arm to her leg, until he send her a light slap to focus her on his ministrations. skirt pushed back, exposing her smooth S/C thighs, he ran his rough fingers in light smooth circles, which in any other position, from any other person, would have worked to soothe and comfort her, his actions had a different affect on her.

hotch’s lips claimed Y/N’s in a searing, mind numbing kiss, both profilers fighting for dominance. He liked that she could keep up with his pace, in fact he found she enjoyed it when he kissed her rougher, pushing her back in the chair, kissing down her neck harshly sucking, wrenching sounds from her mouth that almost forced hotch to have to stop and calm himself down.

"So you like me, huh?" he mumbled out smugly in between kisses.

"There goes that big ego of yours, rising by the minute." she fought to conceal her moans as his lips continued their journey down her body.

"I can assure you Y/N, my ego isn't the only thing that's rising."

"more, please," she could't help but whine out.

"tell me what you want, and maybe I'll do it." he kissed lower reaching under her black skirt. lips soft and gentle as they linger for a while. she trembled beneath him, a soft whimper falling out without will. he smiled.

“Y/N,” he cooed to her patronisingly, he was clearly still in charge despite his position on his knees below her.

“I..." Y/N struggles to collect her words, still a little dazed that her boss was here in front of her. "touch me, please," she harshly spat out, lowering his hand down to her lower body.

"Keep going." he urges. She released a shaky breath, overcome with embarrassment. "I want - no, need you,” Y/N’s face strained as she processed the words coming out of her mouth, she rarely ever begged. meanwhile, hotch only grinned, utterly entertained. Swallowing thickly, she choke down all of her embarrassment.

His hands turn greedy, lightly rubbing her still covered body, Y/N rutted her body towards his awaiting hands.

He licks his lips, satisfied. "So what do you want me to do now, Y/N? What do you want me to do about this." his eyes dart to your wet folds that ached in its edged release.

he tugged town Y/N’s underwear, tossing them carelessly aside.

Already in a deep pit of arousal, she tells him without hesitating: "I want your mouth." flashing another smug smile, he releases the tight grip on her hip and, instead, trails his hand up her trembling leg before swiftly lifting it over his shoulder.

Then finally, he leans in and drags his tongue up her wetness, one long, slow lick that has her gasping viciously.

"Like this?" He asks seductively, pulling away with low eyes, determined to keep up her spiralling humiliation.

Y/N simply nods, voice uncharacteristically helpless at this point.

Reaching a hand out to his dark locks, tangling them between her fingers, encouraging him to keep going.

RING RING RING

Y/N recognised this ring tone to be her friend’s, the friend who hotch found himself jealous of, and Y/N was feeling quite grateful for it, she would have to make him jealous more often if it ended up like this every time.

“pick up,” hotch spoke loudly enough for her to hear, though it took a moment for the demand to process due to the pleasure that his voice vibrating on her sensitive clit.

Y/N fumbled to reach into her jacket pocket, quickly pulling out her ringing phone, not risking the prospect of him stopping his current actions.

“hey Y/N are you done with work? i know you’ve been stressed out but maybe we could watch a movie and get di-“

“yep yep um maybe tomorrow sorry, uhh i’m going to be busy all night, work y’know how it is! bye now,”

“all night huh?” hotch pulled his head back with a mocking quizzical expression, she could feel his breath bouncing off of her needy body, hot and heavy with each word.

he chuckled at her needy state. done with teasing, he was ready to shower her with the treatment she deserved, pure pleasure.

Pressing his tongue flat against her clit, forcing a moan out of her. He begins to suck on the sensitive area, and from there the words tumble out, instantly falling into the unfamiliar position of submission at his will, "you feel so good sir, so good." She whimpered pathetically.

he grunted against her, revelling in the dirty words tumbling from her innocent lips. sinful. That's what she was, addicting, aaron could give up work or any kind of bliss inducing drug, but never her addictive moans and whines.

His middle finger slipped through her entrance, entering ever so slowly.

When he was finally knuckle deep, the girl couldn't prevent her eyes from glossing over at the full feeling of his thick finger.

"hey, hey," he tilted her head down to meet his hot gaze, "you wanna stop?" he questioned, wanting to take good care of her.

"no," Y/N spoke firmly, she would have yelled it, if not for the deep amount of pleasure he was bringing her. at her strong response, he quickly slipped in another finger, then one more.

hotch swiftly pulled back all contact he had with her body as he felt her begin to clamp down on his fingers. causing the frustrated girl to whine out in annoyance, before the smug man proceeded to cut her off by lowering his head and dipping into her core with his tongue.

Y/N glanced down at hotch, eyes foggy from pleasure, however she was still able to see the way that her boss moving against ground for some form of friction. had he really gotten so desperate just from watching her in pleasure.

she slid her arm down, hand moving to cup his unsurprisingly large bulge. not expecting the sudden movement, he let out a whine that almost brought Y/N to her knees.

“more, more,” hotch mumbled, so she slipped her hand under his work pants and boxers, working her soft hand gently up and down his length, gaining speed as he brought his mouth back to her body. the two worked desperately to bring each other to their peak.

“I'm gonna... I'm gonna" he whined, grinding his cock shamelessly against her hand, clutching his hands on the chair arms either side of Y/N, bringing his mouth back down to her needy core, he caged her in.

“o-oh god aaron” pushing her hand against his head, Y/N’a eyes shut tightly as she gushed out more wetness.

his tongue licked all of her. slurping and sucking all of the juices she let out. he groaned, and moaned, into her seeping cunt like it was the best meal he ever had.

with one final pump of his tongue going into her hole, she creamed all into his mouth. the girl’s moans so loud at how intense her whole body was feeling at that moment, that she and hotch both prayed no one could hear their moans.

as Y/N started cleaning up to leave, hotch gripped her arm firmly,

“you said all night, remember? wouldn’t want to be a liar would we…”

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #smut oneshot #cm smut #spencer reid #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #criminology #penelope garcia #behavioural analysis unit #fanfic

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The Romance of Reimbursements - Chapter 16

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Status: COMPLETED Summary: There’s a guy you see every Friday on bus 143, and you think he’s pretty hot. It wouldn’t hurt to tell your best friend about him, would it? or, you and Levi take the same bus home from work every Friday, and you fall in love slowly, clumsily, and with all the time in the world to fold as many paper stars as your heart desires. Word Count: 7.7k Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, modern au, office au, fluff, romance, meet-cute, matchmaking (A/N: this fic is entirely available on ao3 here if you would like to read it there instead!) Chapter Navigation Accompanying Playlist

the feeling not understood

When you're comfortably situated in your usual seat on bus 143 on Monday after work, you reach to take your phone out of your pocket to give yourself something to occupy yourself with for the next 45 minutes. You see a text from Hange, so you smile and go to unlock your phone to read it.

Hange - 5:20 PM

Remember to leave saturday free!!! We're celebrating Moblit's birthday with everyone at Sina's :D

You - 5:22 PM

his birthday is today, right?

Hange - 5:23 PM

Yup!!

You - 5:23 PM

tell him i say happy birthday ^^

Hange - 5:24 PM

What makes you think Im seeing him today?

You smile to yourself and shake your head. Right, they still don't know you know they're together.

You - 5:25 PM

i never said you were going to see him today i simply don't have his number to tell him myself

Hange - 5:25 PM

WAIT HAVE I NEVER ADDED YOU TO OUR GROUP CHAT????? Oh my god I cant believe we've gone this far without adding you IM SO SORRY

You roll your eyes.

You - 5:26 PM

it really isn't a big deal, i don't need anyone's number

Hange - 5:26 PM

NO NO I MUST RIGHT MY WRONGS Honestly tho we never use it anymore bc Levi has had us muted since like february and we have to text him separately anyway STILL I AM SO SO SORRY LET ME ASK THEM RN IF I CAN ADD YOU

Before you can even come up with a way to tell them that you really don't mind that you haven't gotten access to this apparently dead group chat, you see a text from a group chat titled The Hottest People Ever. You giggle at the title before switching over to see what's going on there.

Hange's typing when you get loaded in, but they're taking a while to type out whatever they're trying to say, so you go to check who's in the group chat. There's two numbers you don't have saved (presumably Mike and Moblit), Hange, of course, Levi, and Erwin.

Erwin's number is actually saved as "Erwin (WORK, DO NOT ANSWER)" because you haven't had the chance to change it since becoming better friends, so you quickly remove the parenthetical before clicking back to the chat.

Hange - 5:30 PM

Hello!!! WELCOME TO THE GROUP CHAT ASTRAEA!! Everyone say hi pls :D

Unknown Number - 5:31 PM

Hello! This is Moblit :)

You - 5:32 PM

hi!! happy birthday ^^

You quickly go to add him to your contacts, as well as Mike since he’s probably the other number you don’t already have.

Moblit - 5:33 PM

Oh, thank you!

Everyone else is probably busy, going by the fact that there’s no other texts that come in, so you exit out of the chat to scroll through SNS.

In the middle of you reading some random news article talking about the economy, you get a text from Erwin.

Weird, he never texts you. If anything, he’s the type to only call.

You tap on the notification to see what’s up.

Erwin - 6:05 PM

Sorry for the late notice, but could you stay late tomorrow? I need help with something.

The period at the end of the message comes off as way more passive aggressive than you’re sure he intended, but you still feel intimidated by the relatively minor punctuation.

You - 6:08 PM

Sure.

You cringe when you go to send the message, the capitalization and punctuation too serious for how you normally text, but you figure that’s good enough of a way to respond to Erwin (who was just speaking to you as your boss and not your friend).

You hope that he takes offense to your reply, actually. Who actually wants to stay even later than normal at their fucking office job?

You get home soon thereafter, and while you do your homely chores and get dinner ready, you try your best to take your mind off of the impending doom that awaits you at work tomorrow. Knowing how the workflow has been for the last… four months now, Erwin’s probably asking for your help for the rest of the week and not just Tuesday.

At least you have Saturday’s dinner to look forward to. Maybe you can tell the waiter to pick Erwin’s credit card in the roulette.

✰

The next morning when you leave for work, you're unsurprised to see Moblit walking out of Hange's apartment, arms full with bags of gifts. You both wave to each other in greeting, and because you're both headed in the same direction, you end up walking together.

“Need help with the gifts?”

“No, I’m alright. Thank you for offering, though!”

“You sure? Your arms are, uh, pretty full.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

There’s a door between where you are and where the elevator is, so you go ahead and get that open so he can get through. You push the button for the ground floor, and he thanks you before the both of you step into the lift.

“How’re you and Hange? You guys look really happy together,” you tell him in earnest.

“Oh! Have they finally told you? I thought they wanted to keep it a secret, like, for fun.”

You roll your eyes. “They haven’t, you guys are just terrible at sneaking around.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, I guess we are. I run into you practically every time I’m leaving their place.”

“Yeah, I don’t really know what you were thinking with that,” you say.

The elevator beeps once you’ve reached the ground floor, and you step out first so you can hold the doors open as he stumbles out. He thanks you, and before you split paths, he answers your question from earlier.

“And we’re great, I feel like I’m falling in love with them all over again,” he beams. “I’ve had a crush on them since uni, but I didn’t really know what to do about it until a couple months ago.”

You reflexively smile and go to put a hand over your heart. Moblit’s such a sweet guy, you really couldn’t wish anyone better for your best friend.

“You guys are so cute,” you gush. “Drop hints to go public, yeah? I have a bunch of candid photos of you and them walking in the courtyard here, and I’m sure Hange would want them.”

He perks up. “Wait, could you send those to me? My phone wallpaper is just an old picture of us at graduation, but I’ve been meaning to change it.”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yeah, of course, I’ll get them to you!”

You wave goodbye to him, and he gives you a nod before heading off to the parking lot and presumably back to his car.

Ugh, you hate the both of them (in a “they’re so cute, I need to strangle them” kind of way).

As you’re walking over to the bus station, you sigh, remembering what Erwin texted you yesterday.

Thinking about it presently, what is there for you to even help him with? He definitely is the better lawyer between the two of you (objectively, at the very least), so what does he need you specifically for?

Yeah, you most definitely will be making sure his card gets chosen on Saturday.

✰

Turns out, Erwin needed you to review some work reports, entrusting the task to you while he's gone at higher-up meetings. You were right to assume that it wouldn’t be just Tuesday—it was Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

Reviewing such paperwork isn’t particularly difficult, but it takes fucking forever, and you can’t afford to make any mistakes. Because of this, the next couple of days pass by slowly, with both nothing and everything happening all at once.

Unfortunately, the slow pace doesn’t mean anything anyway because you aren't able to get even a second to breathe, and when you finally go to take your seat next to Levi on Friday at 3:02 PM, you can only greet him with a defeated sigh.

It’s a miracle you’re here at all, considering how late you’ve been coming out of the office for the last 3 days. How you managed to get all of your work done before this exact moment, you have no idea.

You’re too exhausted to try and strike up conversation in the moment, so you prop your briefcase up higher so you can put your head down on it comfortably and close your eyes.

“Sorry, is it okay if I rain check on talking today?” Your voice comes out weaker than you intend it to, but you’re much too tired to pay any attention to it.

You feel a bit of weight at your left side, and you’re unsurprised when you turn to see that Levi’s lightly tapped his shoulder against yours.

“Yeah, get some sleep.”

You hum tiredly. “I don’t need sleep.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yep, I just need to quit my job,” you whine. “Ugh, I still have to go grocery shopping, maybe I’ll go tomorrow.”

“Are you actually going to do that? Quit your job?”

“Of course not, but it’s nice to dream.”

Your mind actually is too busy to let you fall asleep even with your head down, so you just sit there quietly, waiting for the bus to eventually get to your destination.

For whatever reason, it feels like it’s enough to just be sitting next to Levi. Your nerves leave you slowly, and you eventually get to settle further into your spot and enjoy as the scenery passes you by.

It’s the middle of spring, so the flora on the route is in full bloom, lighting up the way with bright colors and visible gusts of pollen.

You wish you could muster up the energy to talk to Levi—to ask him about his week, to tell him about yours.. You’re not physically tired; you very well could.

But when you turn to look at him, he looks content with the silence that covers the two of you, going by his stare out at the same flowery paths that pass by in the window.

You open your mouth to speak, but you can’t find the words to say. Somehow, you can sense that if you do talk, he’s just going to tell you to shut up anyway.

Or maybe he’d look up the definition of “rain check” on his phone to make sure you understand what it means.

You smile gently at the thought before putting your head down again on your briefcase, and you close your eyes. Not really to sleep, but you might as well try to get some of your energy back before heading home.

✰

When the bus’s sound system tells you that you’ve reached Rose, you lift your head from your briefcase and yawn, making sure to cover your mouth. “Get home safe, Levi,” you tell him, slowly blinking yourself awake.

When you wave goodbye to him, however, you’re taken off-guard by the warmth that takes over you when he takes hold of your hand and gently pulls you up.

You get the message quickly enough and scramble to get your briefcase secured in your other hand, but you’re unable to ask any questions as you try to get yourself oriented enough to get off the bus.

You manage to tell the driver a “thank you,” but other than that, you’re at a loss for words until you’re both safely on the sidewalk, the bus leaving a huge gust of wind behind it and blowing both your and Levi's hair in all directions.

The two of you just stare at each other, daring the other to speak, but you hardly feel like you’re the one who has to do any explaining.

And he probably feels the same way, because he wordlessly turns away from you and lightly tugs at your hand. When he starts walking, you have to jog a step or two to catch up with him.

“Where are we going?”

He doesn’t slow his pace, instead giving a squeeze to your hand. The contact is hardly meaningful in that he’s probably only holding your hand to drag you around, so you won’t take it as anything else.

“Surprise.”

Well, you doubt he could take you anywhere surprising, especially when you know that the only things in the immediate area are Magnolia Floral Company, the supermarket, and his car, but you suppose you’ll entertain him. Not like you have anywhere else to be anyway.

When you’re taken to the front of the supermarket, you’re hardly surprised, but you still play along. “The grocery store? I never would’ve guessed!”

He rolls his eyes and flicks your forehead, eliciting a whine from you. “Really, now?”

While you rub at your forehead to make a show of the pain (it really doesn’t hurt at all, it’s just in good fun), he drags you both over to get a shopping cart. He puts his backpack in, and you follow suit with your briefcase.

He lets go of your hand to push the cart, and you feel like you miss the warmth. It’s hardly winter, and the weather is definitely warm enough, but your hand feels… cold, all of a sudden.

Instead of weaving through the lanes like you’d think he normally would, he stops at the very beginning of the produce section and just stares at you.

You blink owlishly at him. “What’re you looking at me for?”

He rolls his eyes, almost ruefully so. “You’re the one who has to get groceries, or did you forget already?”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s why we’re here?”

“Yes, so start putting shit in and let me pay while you’re at it,” he says. Before you can protest, he continues. “And none of your ‘stop paying me back’ shit, we both know neither of us are letting up anytime soon.”

You’re still frozen in place, at yet another loss for words, but when Levi reaches over to seemingly try and flick your forehead again, you move out of the way to get out in front of him. “Okay, okay, but you have to get something too. I don’t want this to be a waste of your time.”

He scoffs. “As if I have anything better to do right now.”

You lead the both of you through the aisles, looking at anything and everything. You’re hesitant to add things to the cart, but even when you put things back on the shelf, Levi moves to put them in anyway. You chastise him for it, telling him you don’t want him spending too much money on you, but he just flips you off and continues to follow you as you venture through the store.

At the checkout, he’s quick to get ahead of you so you don't get the chance to pay, and you just roll your eyes before loading everything on the conveyor belt.

When the cashier hands the receipt to him, Levi scratches both the singular and total prices out with his nail before handing the long sheet to you. “For you to make your stars.”

You take it from him with a nod, and you tuck it into your pocket before helping him put everything back in the cart. He pushes it out for you, and before you know it, you’re both in front of his car.

“I assume you’re driving me home.”

“No, you’re gonna have to haul all of this stuff back to the bus,” he deadpans. “Yes, get in.”

You laugh. “At least let me help put everything in your car.”

He shakes his head, but he lets you do just that. He wheels the cart back to its designated space in the parking lot after handing you his keys to start the car, and you get yourself situated in the passenger seat after you do that. By the time he comes back, you’ve already torn off your first strip of paper, and you’re looping it onto itself.

He reaches over you to his glove box, and from it, he pulls out a small box of blueberry merlot tea. He puts it between the both of you on the little open space, probably because your hands aren’t free in the moment.

“Did you take me grocery shopping because you forgot to bring the tea with you?” You ask.

He hums to himself as he goes to back out of the parking space, his hand on the back of your headrest. “Maybe,” he replies, “but Erwin’s been complaining about work a lot more than usual, which means you probably had a tough week too. Might as well help make you feel better while you’re here.”

You sigh. “As if it isn’t his fault I’ve been so busy at the office. That fucker asked me to help with reports all week.”

“Or so I’ve heard. Don’t worry, I chewed him out for it already.”

You laugh, and you shake your head. “Thank you, I guess.”

As always, the drive is silent, save for the rustling of paper. You reach your apartment easily enough, and he goes ahead and parks in the parking garage for the building. You hand him the stars you’ve made from the receipt, and he reaches over again for his glove box to put them away.

You know he’s going to do it anyway, so you let him carry some of the groceries up to your apartment with you. When you reach your unit, you get your keys and open the door to let him in to get everything set on the table.

You’re still at the door, watching as he does that, and when he comes back to you to leave, he gives a curt nod.

“Get home safe.”

“Stealing my jokes now?”

“I made it first.”

You blink. “Huh? When?”

He rolls his eyes. “When I dropped you off after our Valentine’s Day disaster.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “You still make fun of me when I say it.”

“It’s only funny when I say it.”

“You get home safe too, then.”

He nods, and you watch as he starts to walk back in the direction you both came from, and before you can stop yourself, you yell out his name.

“Levi!”

He isn’t too far, so the volume really isn’t necessary, but he still turns around. “What?”

You look back and forth between him and the groceries that’re set on your dining table, and you think for maybe two seconds before deciding that it’d only be fair for him to at least have some use for your groceries, seeing as he’s the one who paid for them.

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” You ask.

He stares blankly back at you, but after checking the time on his watch, he eventually shrugs and walks back over to you. “Sure, but only if you let me help cook.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and you open the door further to let him inside again. “Okay, fine.”

You go to quickly change out of your work clothes, not wanting to get them dirty with anything in the kitchen, and you bring back the same set of clothes Levi wore last time he was over so he can do the same. He excuses himself to go change, and you hum to yourself as you get everything sorted out so you can figure out what to cook for the both of you. Levi comes back out relatively quickly, his work clothes neatly folded up, and he sets that at the edge of your dining table before joining you in the kitchen.

You aren’t able to figure out what you should make, but it seems that Levi has more cooking knowledge than you when he naturally takes initiative in deciding for the both of you. Of course, he asks you if it’s alright to use any ingredients before he does, but you wave him off every time and tell him that he doesn’t need to keep asking.

You let him guide you throughout everything, listening along as he directs you to chop this, stir that, whatever it is. There isn’t much room for any other conversation, but that’s fine with you.

Dinner gets made quickly enough, and with a pot of blueberry merlot tea between the two of you, you start to eat.

You take a sip of the tea first, though, and you give it a solid 7/10. He does the same, but he gives a 5/10, citing the fact that it doesn’t have caffeine as reason for its lowered rating.

You both take the time now to talk about work, since you weren’t able to earlier on the bus, and conversation flows easily. Talking about the misery of the last workweek makes up for the trouble because it lets you completely let go of any of the anxieties you had about it, and when Levi talks about the hell that is grading college papers, you know he feels the same as you do.

After you’re both done venting about work and your coworkers and your clients and practically everyone else in the world, the topic shifts over to Moblit’s birthday dinner the next day.

“Are you bringing a present?”

He shakes his head. “He’s not a gifts person, never accepts them from anyone.”

You go to cover your mouth to stifle your giggle. “Right, right.”

“How’s that funny?”

“I saw him leaving Hange’s place on Tuesday, he was bringing home a bunch of gifts from them.”

Levi sighs, shaking his head again. “I would say I’m surprised, but I’m not.”

“Does he like sweets? I’d feel awkward showing up without at least that.”

“That’s not a terrible idea, but knowing him, he’s probably going to give it all to Hange.”

“That’s alright, still better than nothing,” you muse, swirling the teacup in your hand. “We could make something together. Maybe you could bring some of it home for Isabel and Furlan, too?”

Levi hums. “If you’re fine with it.”

You nod, going to take another sip of your tea before gathering your now-finished plate and utensils to bring to the sink. You hold out another hand to Levi’s spot at the table, and he shoos your hand away before getting up himself to put his tableware into the sink.

He tries to start washing them, but you gently shove him out of the way before turning on the faucet.

“Remember what we said? No washing dishes at the other person’s place.”

He doesn’t give any contest, but he grabs the small dish towel that hangs on a ring above your sink, and he waits next to you so that he can dry the dishes before putting them away.

The running water is loud enough to fill your relatively small apartment, so neither you nor Levi feel any need to talk. While Levi finishes up with drying and putting your tableware away, you take out your recipe book from one of the upper cupboards.

You check the time on your phone: 7:31 PM.

It's quite late already, so you flip through the pages to try and find something that doesn’t take that long to make. Levi is done with getting everything put away shortly thereafter, and he comes up next to you to watch as you figure out what to make.

“Is there anything he likes in particular?” You ask.

“He likes brownies,” he answers. “Do you know how to make those?”

You look over at him, mock offense on your face. “You think I don’t know how to make brownies?”

He puts his hands up, sarcastically so. “Sue me.”

You shake your head with a smile, and you go to close your recipe book. “I will.” You start heading over to your cabinets to get the ingredients, knowing already what you need. “Could you get some eggs and butter from the fridge? Just take out everything you can find.”

“Yeah.”

Soon enough, there’s a hefty pile of ingredients on your kitchen counter, and now you’re the one directing Levi to do things. You turn on the oven and get the ingredients measured out, but you leave everything else up to Levi.

Brownies are certainly not complicated and you could have very easily just made these on your own, but you still feel happy to be making them with him. He struggles a bit here and there, but he doesn’t give up, which is more than you could say for Hange whenever you’re in these situations with them.

It’s weird. Ordinarily when you teach other people how to bake, they feel more like a hindrance to the process than any help.

You let Levi finish mixing the batter while you get the pans prepared, and you can see a faint smile on his face when he goes to pour it all in.

It warms your heart to know that he’s having fun, even if he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing.

You’ve just finished putting away the dirtied utensils and food scale, so you come over to where he is so you can help scrape off the rest of the batter from the bowl.

You quickly get some star confetti sprinkles from your cabinet to put on top (you know, to make the brownies more birthday-esque, or whatever), and you hand the shaker to Levi once the lid’s off.

After that, you open the oven door for him to slide the pans inside, and you close it once they’re all neatly put in.

Looking over at him now, you laugh when you’re met with a better view of his flour-dusted front. “Can I take a picture?”

“Fuck no,” he scoffs. “How long do they take in the oven?”

You shrug. “40 minutes, give or take.” He looks past you and at the bathroom, and so you assume he wants to wash up. “You can shower, if you’d like.”

“I am never taking a shower here ever again,” he laments. “I’ll just go change back into my work clothes.”

“My shower really isn’t that hard to use, but that's fine,” you tease.

He walks past you and into the bathroom, making sure to stop by at the dining table to pick up his clothes on his way there. You go ahead and get started on washing even more dishes, and you hum to yourself as you scrub them clean.

Levi comes back just in time to grab the drying towel a second time, and he does that next to you while you wash the soap off your arms.

For the rest of the time the brownies bake, you and Levi migrate over to the couch and turn on the TV. Thankfully, you find a decently entertaining episode of Shark Tank to put on, and you and Levi shout at the TV when the contestants pass on offers from the Sharks or when the investors say something stupid.

The oven beeps to tell you that the brownies are ready, so you excuse yourself to go take those out to cool. You’re quick in doing so, and not even three minutes later, you’re back on the couch, screaming at Mark Cuban for passing on an especially cute line of plush animals.

You and Levi spend the next hour or so keeping up with this. Thankfully, all the contestants in this extended episode are incredibly bad at their pitch, so there’s no hard feelings from either of you when practically all of them leave the Tank without any deals.

You doubt that Levi understands the business lingo any better than you do, but you’re glad he finds as much fun in yelling at the screen as you do.

The ending credits roll, and you stretch upwards, yawning. “What time is it?”

Levi checks his watch. “10:15.”

You hum. “Let me get some brownies for you to take home.” You get up from your spot on the couch, and Levi follows closely after you. You grab some cellophane bags, twist ties, and star tags from your cabinet, as well as some disposable gloves for yourself.

You move everything over to the dining table so you can sit while you work, and when you come back with a knife to cut everything, Levi’s there too.

“Can I help?”

You nod with a lazy smile on your face.

“Please.”

You slip on your gloves after giving the bags to Levi, and you carefully go to cut out neat squares from the pans.

“Where’d you learn how to bake?” He asks.

You sigh. “It’s been a while since anyone’s asked me that.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes quickly.

“No, you’re good.” You hum as you reangle your knife to start going in the perpendicular direction. “I don’t know, everywhere? I watched my mom do it as a kid, and I picked it up as a hobby when I was in high school.”

“You didn’t come out of the womb with a whisk?”

You snort. “No, but I might as well have. Could you open a bag for me?”

He does, and you slip in the first brownie.

“Thanks.”

“Did you ever want to be a baker? Not that law isn’t admirable either.”

You nod, careful as you continue putting away brownies. Levi continues holding out bags for you to do it efficiently.

“A little, but I didn’t really consider it when I got older. It’s still fun, though, I like it a lot,” you tell him.

“Evidently.”

You smile, shaking your head. “Yeah, I’m sure.” One of the brownie’s hasn’t been cut properly, so you set that aside for you and Levi to have later. “It’s nice anyway, everyone likes being friends with the baker, so it made socializing easier for me.”

“Had trouble making friends?”

You shrug. “I guess, yeah. I was always busy with school, so I never really went out. Baking just gave me another crutch.”

He nods in understanding. “If it’s worth anything, I don’t think anybody now only sees you as a free baker.”

“Not even Isabel?”

He scrunches his nose and aggressively shakes his head. “Absolutely not, she never fucking shuts up about how much she loves you.”

You laugh. “She’s a sweet kid.”

“Hange used to call you ‘Sugar,’ though. Before we knew your name.”

You cringe. “That’s the name they chose for me? I couldn’t get something cooler?”

He nods nonchalantly. “They would not shut up about how they hit the jackpot getting you as a neighbor because you’d always come over with snacks for them.”

You laugh at the memory. “Yeah, I was still used to baking for groups of people, and I didn’t know what else to do with my leftovers.”

By now, all the brownies have been put into their bags, so you go to throw away your gloves, get the pans in the sink, and come back with two pens to write on the tags. You hand one to Levi, and you tell him to just write whatever he wants for Isabel and Furlan, and you can do the tags for Moblit.

You make sure to put that one misshapen brownie on a plate between the two of you, and while you write, you both take small pieces from it.

“Did Hange ever give me a different name or did they stick with Sugar?” You ask.

“You know them, they never change names for anyone,” he complains. “They say it works anyway, since you’re apparently so sweet.”

“What, you don’t think I am?” You tease. You’re both looking down at your writing so you don’t catch his reaction to that, but he does take a while to respond.

“I never said that.”

The two of you continue writing on the tags in silence, and soon enough, all of them are being looped onto iridescent twist ties. There’s more than enough for Levi to take home with him even after you have a good amount prepared for Moblit, so you have to excuse yourself to grab a bag for him to put his share in.

You hold the bag open for Levi to put everything inside, and you laugh when you see that he’s addressed Isabel and Furlan with curse words instead of their names on his tags. He helps you put Moblit’s share into some boxes that you had leftover from when you made all that shortbread for him a while ago.

You watch as Levi slides on his shoes, and before you can open the door to let him out, you remember he still has your clothes.

“You can just leave the clothes you borrowed here.”

“I don’t mind taking care of it.”

You wave him off. “It’s okay, I’m doing laundry tomorrow anyway.”

“If you say so.” He unloops one of his backpack straps to bring it forward and take out your clothes.

You take them from him. “Yeah.” You go to open the door for him, and he steps out into the hallway.

You bring your hand up to wave goodbye to him, but before you can actually do the motion, he brings his hand up too. You half expect him to grab your hand again, like he did on the bus, or maybe even give you a hi-five, but instead, he swipes at your cheek with his thumb.

Again, it feels warm—comfortable. You almost feel yourself wanting to lean into the touch further, but his hand doesn’t linger on your skin for any longer than it needs to.

He flips his thumb back to you. “Crumb.”

You nervously laugh, rubbing the back of your neck with your already raised hand. “Right, thanks. Get home safe, Levi.”

“You too.”

“I’m sure I will.”

This time, when you watch his figure disappear around the corner of your apartment floor’s hallway, you don’t call after him.

You almost wish you do, only to see his face again before he has to go.

✰

The next day, you feel… confused as you go through the motions of your morning and afternoon. Hange comes over at around 4 to get ready with you, and you manage to fend off the nerves, but they come back again in the car.

For once, you’re grateful their driving is so horrendous. If anything, you’ll just let the feeling of crashing be more paramount than anything else.

Nothing even happened last night. Nothing insurmountable, at least. He went grocery shopping with you, drove you home, you invited him inside to make dinner and dessert with you, and he left.

But the feeling—this one, where you feel so comfortable—you don’t know what to do with it.

It doesn’t have you red in the face. It doesn’t fill your stomach with butterflies. It doesn’t force you to shy away from spending time with him.

If anything, it prompts you to do exactly that. It’s weird. It’s so glaringly different from the attraction you felt in the beginning, when you didn’t know his name and he was just another stranger you saw on the bus once a week.

Do you even have to figure this out? It could very well just be something completely normal, and you’ve been overthinking it this entire time.

Hange suddenly stops the car, which snaps you out of your thoughts. Though you’re grateful for the mental break, you have to grip even harder than you already were on the grip handle above your seat.

“What the fuck, man!?”

They only laugh before going to take their key out of the ignition. “Well, we’re here!”

You shudder before getting out of the car, careful not to forget anything, and the two of you join the others in the waiting area. You’re the last to arrive, courtesy of Hange’s poor driving skills, and you watch as they naturally drift towards Moblit.

Mike and Erwin, upon seeing you and Hange enter, go to the reservations desk to presumably tell them “table for Smith,” and that leaves you and Levi alone with each other. You raise the boxes of brownies you brought with you, and he nods in acknowledgement of it.

“Did Isabel and Furlan like them?” You ask, unsure of what else to talk about.

“They liked them too much,” he whines. “Begged me for the recipe and everything.”

“I don’t have one written down, but I can do that on a napkin while we wait for our food,” you offer.

“That’d be nice,” he says. You nod, and then your group of six are guided by a hostess.

The rest of the night is a whirlwind, spurred by Hange’s excitement to celebrate their boyfriend’s birthday with their other friends present. You hand Moblit his brownies, and like the saint he is, he thanks you before splitting it up between everyone at the table. You, Levi, and Erwin refuse them, but he insists that he’d rather share than have to take so many of them home.

You aren’t able to write out the recipe on a napkin as promised because the napkins are fabric, but after figuring out the measurements for a more… manageable batch, you text the information to Levi.

Levi does actually call over the waitress to bring over paper napkins for you, just like when you both came here on Valentine’s Day, and you thank him before starting to tear at the paper. You hand that one to Levi, and instead of rejecting it like you expect him to, he takes it and waits for you to make yours so he can follow along again.

When the food eventually comes to your table, all six of you can do is eat in silence to savor the expensive taste as well as you can. There’s no drinking tonight, probably because everyone drove here in smaller groups and it’d be too inconvenient to figure out how to get home, but it’s still lively and exciting.

Towards the end of the night, you and Hange slip away to “the bathroom” to tell the waitress that it’s Moblit’s birthday and to pick Erwin’s credit card, and when you come back, you both have to act surprised when the whole restaurant starts singing Happy Birthday and when Erwin gets fucked by the expensive bill.

Levi seems to catch on that you’re responsible for Erwin losing the roulette, but he only rolls his eyes and doesn’t make a scene out of it.

When everything’s paid for and everyone’s back outside, just about ready to part ways for the night, Hange winces.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

They nervously go to scratch behind their ears. “Do you think you could find another ride home? I totally forgot to tell you, but I’m going over to Moblit’s to, uh,” their gaze drifts off to their not-so-secret lover, “test some liquor!”

You should’ve expected as much, but it’s no trouble.

Get some, Hange!

You wave them off, and you look around at the group. “I’m sure least one of them have a seat to spare.”

They wrap you in a warm hug, nearly crushing you, and you return the gesture with just as much enthusiasm. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much!”

You try to wiggle out of their grip after a while, but they don’t really let up, instead rocking back-and-forth with you still in their arms.

Their grip on you finally loosens up when Levi comes up to you, and he practically has to pry them off of you before they let go. You thank him, and Hange’s off to go… test liquor with Moblit, the two of them headed for where Hange parked their car.

Erwin chimes in first. “Mike and I live in the opposite direction, so you can go with Levi.”

“Is that okay with you?” You ask him.

Instead of answering, Levi goes to stomp (lightly) on your toes, and you take that as a yes.

You and Levi give your goodbyes to the other two men, and you follow him to his car.

This sure does feel like a repeat of Valentine’s Day. It's parked in the exact same spot.

When you’re both in the car and about ready to leave, he hands you the receipt, telling you that Erwin forgot to take it before he left. You thank him for the paper, and you promptly start tearing and folding it.

The ride is completely silent, again, with only the sound of crinkling paper filling the vehicle, but it’s comfortable. Almost alarmingly so.

You drop the stars into the palm of Levi’s hand when he’s parked at the curb of your building, he reaches over to put them away in his glove box, and nothing is said other than a “get home safe” from the both of you.

When you get safely inside your apartment, you don’t even know what you’re supposed to do.

At least when you were constantly anxious and high-alert around Levi, you could at least find reason to denounce those feelings and get rid of them.

Maybe you should ask Erwin to give you extra work this week to distract yourself.

Who are you kidding, you definitely aren’t going to do that.

Still, when you go to sleep that night, you wish for more opportunities to skip on thinking about it entirely, and even more opportunities to just enjoy the feeling while it’s there.

✰

Both fortunately and unfortunately, your wish is granted to you.

Unlike last week, this week is fast. It rushes past you, works you as hard as it can, and spits you out without so much as a “thank you” for your efforts.

Erwin, bless his heart, apologizes profusely and comes by your office often to check up on you, but you barely spare him a glance whenever he passes through.

The only silver lining in any of this is that Friday comes just as quickly. That and the fact that the hustle and bustle doesn’t give you any time to overthink any of your feelings.

When you go to take your seat on bus 143 at 3:09 PM on Friday, you have to put your head down after you hand Levi his tea. You ask for another rain check, and Levi doesn’t make any fuss about it before taking out his phone to busy himself.

Unfortunately, because there’s a lot of traffic on this particular Friday, there’s plenty of starts and stops, all of which break you out of your resting state. The sounds of city bustle don’t help either. When the bus comes to a sudden halt for what feels like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, you groan and lean your head back, looking up at the ceiling.

You chuckle halfheartedly. “Maybe I should just jump out the window and walk the rest of the way home.”

Levi scoffs next to you. “We’re still in the city, you might as well stay here until Monday.”

“That’d be better than getting shaken awake every three seconds.”

“You were sleeping?"

“I wasn’t, but I can’t really rest with the traffic. My briefcase isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world either.” You sigh and prop your elbow on your lap, resting your head on your hand. “So, how was your week? We might as well talk if I can’t keep my eyes closed.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you naturally turn to look at him. He’s propping up his backpack straighter on his lap, and he slides his phone into the front pocket.

He turns to look at you when that’s done, and the two of you hold eye contact before he looks away and out the window in front of your seats.

“You can rest on my shoulder.”

You lazily shake your head. “No, it’s okay. That’s probably uncomfortable for you, and you seem tired enough from work.”

“You literally look like you’re about to fall forward,” he scolds. “And no talking, you need to rest.”

“Geez, you make it sound like I’m sick or something,” you joke.

“Picked it up from you,” he contests.

You follow his gaze out towards the window, and you hum. “But it’s okay, I can stay up.” As if on cue, you have to yawn, and you can see Levi shake his head out of the corner of your eye.

Before you can bark out something to dismiss any further scolding, you hear him turning towards you again. You wait, still staring out the window, but you watch as his left hand reaches over to push your head gently onto his right shoulder.

It feels awkward, honestly, and you kinda want to laugh.

You’d think the touch was romantic, but it hardly is when he struggles to reach over the backpack in his lap and your briefcase, and the bumps of the roads that knock you back-and-forth hardly do anything to help the atmosphere either.

But still, the act has you breaking out into a shy smile.

Had it been months ago, you probably would’ve passed out then-and-there from just his touch alone, but you don’t feel any red creeping up at all.

Just a quiet, comfortable glow in your chest, and a smile that acts as a silent thanks to him for lending you his shoulder for the rest of the ride.

He pulls his hand away from your head, and he reorients himself to look outside again, and he sits up straight against the back of the seat. You don’t dare move your head away, instead just slightly turning to look at his face, and you close your eyes once you see that he's comfortably settled back into his seat.

“So, how was your—”

“Just shut the fuck up,” he mumbles.

You sleepily hum. “You like silencing women?”

He groans. “Fuck off.”

You laugh and shake your head, position permitting. You close your eyes, and you hum to yourself as you try to find your sleep.

Yeah, you can figure out your feelings later.

You know you definitely shouldn’t be continuing to put off the emotionally daunting task, but you definitely don’t want to confront anything right now.

You still think it’s weird, that much hasn’t changed. And this is definitely not normal. That much is apparent, more so now than before when you were first starting to question things halfheartedly.

All you need to know is that here, with him, you’re comfortable.

For you, it’s enough to know that. Even if it isn’t, you’re okay with not knowing anything else, so you'll just spend the next... however many minutes left of your ride through the traffic, with him, trying to imprint the comfort that he gives you into yourself as well as you can.

✰

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#attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #tao.levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #the romance of reimbursements #levi #fanfiction

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ssvperboy · 27 days

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i am a little annoyed about something so pls. just allow me to rant for a moment bc its what im good at lmao

my mom went into the ER bc she's peri-menopausal and she's been feeling a lot of pain in her abdomen/like, pretty heavy cramps. we initially summed it up to peri-menopausal pain from what she had described, but its persisted for the last 3 days and has not gone down at all... it's been affecting her every movement so she said "im going to the er, my friend is comign with me, pls stay home" and as much as i definitely would've gone, I: 1) know she's not going alone, 2) called her an uber so she didn't have to drive and 3) am being updated constantly. i also work tomorrow morning and she and her friend do not, hence why she asked her friend to go.

cut to my dad (who has never spent a night in the hospital with my mom since i was fucking born who has spent one DAY in the hospital with me and my mom once bc i had terrible cramps and couldnt walk and needed someone to carry me out of the house, BUT he was mad the whole time he was there 🤨) having a good ol' discussion with himself (technically with me but i have started ignoring anything he says bc hes just been pissing me off for months now ngl) about how i should be the one there with her and how could i let her go alone and a bunch of great, nice shit to really hammer away at my conscious--which btw, he didn't even NEED to do that bc i already feel guilty for not going. i literally feel guilty for everything all the time, so that wasn't necessary. BUT i know my mom doesn't want me there, she wants someone who understands what shes going through (i offered to go many times before she just outright said no)

unfortunately, i could not hold my tongue and i said "would u go?" bc the obvious answer is no. i've been accompanying my mom to the ER since i could have a proper conversation because he's refused. for years. so why now? (its bc theyre fighting). tell me why this man got in the car and went to the ER so he could stay with her? and i mean, yes, GOOD. THANK FUCK, actually. love my dad loads but lately (and mostly always, ngl) he's been an extremely selfish pos while under the impression that he's not being selfish at all??? idk what the fuck u call that.

anyway. he was all "okay.... bye i guess.... i am going now.... good bye" like.... 👀 just go???? anywayl. good for him for actually submitting to his role has a husband. i love that for him.

#shut up kai // ooc #not important honestly lmao #i am just pissed

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gallavich-headcanon · 1 year

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hii~

i have a dentist appointment tomorrow (pulling wisdom teeth pls pray for me) and i was just thinking

how are we feeling abt a dentist!ian x dental assistant!mickey au, from the pov of a third person?

the person comes in for their first ever appointment with ian and it turns out they have a lot of work to be done, so they set up a schedule of sorts and the person shows up every 3 weeks or once a month for however long it takes to fix everything up

they see how ian and mickeys relationship unfolds, starting with mickey starting work at ians practise and clashing of characters, through shy glances when the other isnt looking and so on

i think this could be a short fic, but it also has the potential for accompanying pieces with mickeys and ians points of view

what do you think? (i might try to write it maybe)

(also im really sorry abt not adding more abt the medieval times au, ive been feeling really low lately so coming up with anything good and cohesive is a struggle)

Hi mars! Good luck tomorrow!

I love seeing a 3. Persons progression of their relationship! Awww this sounds so cute!

Like I think this could also work at a hair salon with appointments over time or even a tattoo studio with coming for the tattoo , shading and coloring? Or like different tattoos?

Don’t worry our medieval AU wait until you feel like it! Don’t push yourself 💗💗💗 I hope you’ll feel better soon darling (:

#marstheterrible

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞

summary ─ you were hypnotized. his handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

pairing ─ rockstar!bucky barnes x virgin!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, language, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, so much fluff, bucky is an adorable dumbass, softdom!bucky, kissing, first date, natasha romanoff is a very good bro, drinking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), virginity loss, light fingering

a/n ─ this happened because of seb. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, i really worked hard on this one! thank you <333 (this is worst banner i’ve ever made btw pls ignore it) [enjoy this 9.2k monster. this is officially the longest one shot i have ever written]

title is from def leppard - pour some sugar on me.

The lead guitarist had been eyeing you since the concert started. You were lucky enough to buy yourself a front row ticket, but you didn’t know you were that lucky to get the attention of the lead guitarist, James.

Commandos were your favorite metal band. Their music made everything better for you after you discovered them, and following the band for three years, you finally got to see them live. You were very excited while you made your way over the stadium where the concert was going to happen. Your friend, Natasha, accompanied you to the concert because she liked them, too, and even she could tell that James’ eyes were on you.

“Is he looking at you?” She hissed into your ear. You shivered with the excitement. You were bobbing your head to the beat, feeling every drag of James’ skilled fingers over the guitar strings deep in your bones. “Y/N, what the fuck, is he?”

“I don’t know,” you hissed at Natasha back. You didn’t want to get excited over something that was very unlikely to happen and just wanted to focus on the moment. “Let’s enjoy the concert, please?” Natasha frowned a little, but she nodded, both of you turned your heads towards the stage again.

You watched James getting lost in the song. His fingers were flying over the guitar; stroking the strings, hitting the notes and feeling every note he hit in his soul. It was so obvious that he loved doing this. It was written all over his face. You were hypnotized. His handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

Honestly, you didn’t understand how fast three hours passed until they announced that this was their last song and that they would be missing touring. You felt tears filling your eyes slowly. You loved them, valued their art and found yourself in their songs so much, it was hard to say goodbye to them now that you’ve seen them live.

“We’ll be back before you know it!” James said, sending the crowd a wink and making his bandmates and the audience chuckle. They waved and walked towards the exit, and with that the stage lights went off.

“This was a ride!” Natasha exclaimed. You nodded eagerly.

“It was better than I expected!” You were still shouting because your ears were howling. “I never wanted it to end!” Natasha pointed herself, meaning that she didn’t either. You held her hand, never letting go, because you didn’t want to lose her in the crowd. Both of you slowly made your way to the exit. Just as you stepped into the small corridor to get closer to the exit, you were stopped by a bodyguard.

“Miss,” the guy said, raising his hands in the air. “You were invited to the backstage with your friend, Miss.” You turned to your right to look at Natasha owlishly who was looking at you right back with the same expression.

“Us?” You asked. “Are you sure?” The guy nodded. You looked at Natasha again, hoping that she’d answer for you.

“Alright,” she said. “We’ll come.” The guy smiled, stepping aside, he showed you the way to the backstage. You thanked him. Tightening your hand on Natasha’s, you walked towards the entrance.

“What the fuck,” you hissed. Natasha just smirked and shrugged.

“He was looking at you,” she said instead. “He just proved it.” You gave her a disbelieving look, pinching her arm at the same time. Natasha chuckled. “James the guitarist has a crush on you,” she murmured. “It sounds good, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes. Yes, it did sound good, but accepting their offer to get into the backstage? When it was passed midnight? God, you hoped you wouldn’t be fucked up tomorrow.

You slowly made your way inside, the bodyguard right behind you both to show you the way. All the guards you passed had smiled at you warmly. They were kind, hell, maybe even friendly, but you weren’t here to find out that. You were invited. Fuck.

“Walk straight, the main room will be on your right after you passed the number seven,” the bodyguard said, pointing at the number. Natasha and you thanked him. The guy just smiled at you both and bid you good night. After he disappeared, you took a deep breath and walked to the number seven that was winking at you at the end of the hall.

“Are you excited?” Natasha asked, sounding perfectly calm.

“Of course, Nat!” You hissed. “You said he was looking at me, and now, we’re invited to the backstage, and you’re asking me if I’m excited? Fuck yes, I am!” She grinned. Looping her arm to yours, she pushed you to walk a little faster.

“Maybe you’ll have sex with him tonight,” she said cheerfully. You whimpered. You wouldn’t dare. Would you? Who were you kidding, you would. “Maybe he asked you to come to him because it’d be a chaos for him to come up to you.” You huffed out a breath. She was right. You couldn’t even imagine the crowd that would be gathering around you if he were to come up to you.

“Yeah,” you murmured. Natasha pulled you towards the door on your right, and you realized you were about to pass the number seven. You stopped. “Nat,” you whispered. She squeezed your arm.

“It’s fine,” she said gently. “We’ll walk out if you don’t want to do anything with them. We could just say hi and bail.” You looked at her green eyes for a couple seconds, biting your lip. “It’ll be alright. Maybe, we’ll have some real fun. Come on.” You nodded. You weren’t going to back out. You weren’t going to miss this chance.

“Okay,” you said and continued to walk.

It took you half a minute to reach the door.

Tentatively, you stepped inside the huge room. It had three, different color, big couches, and one wall was covered with mirrors and make-up tables. The lights were yellow and dimmed; they weren’t hurting your eyes. There were a couple plants at the corners of the room. There was some chatter going on, chuckles and laughter were echoing from one wall to the other.

“Um,” you started. “Hello?” As soon as the word left your mouth, the chatter died. You tried not to cringe and get awkward with the silence. “W-we were invited?” You saw Steve’s, the vocalist, eyes widening and brows rising.

“Oh!” He said. “Bucky!” He called out, inclining his head backwards. “Your visitors are here!” You frowned. You didn’t know any ‘Bucky’, but when you couldn’t see James around, you assumed it was him. “Why don’t you girls sit down? He’s probably battling with his make-up.” He grinned.

“Sure,” Natasha agreed easily and pulled you to the couch with her. “Is he the only one who wears make-up?” She asked. Sometimes you were jealous of her making-small-talk ability, and right now was one of those moments. Steve chuckled.

“Sammy here also likes to indulge himself with some mascara,” he said. “Hell, I even saw him rockin’ white eyeliner once. It was dope.” You smiled. White eyeliner would look great on Sam, the bassist, you thought. “Thor likes mascara like Sam. Clint has his own make up with all the bandages he puts on his face,” Steve snickered when Clint protested. Natasha and you chuckled.

You looked around the room, at the people, and saw how tired but happy they were. Thor, co-guitarist, was sitting on a large armchair with his phone in his hands. Clint, the drummer, was sprawled on an empty couch with his drumsticks in his hands, spinning them aimlessly. Steve was humming, Sam was tapping his foot to some imaginary beat, and you could hear someone, probably Bucky, swearing in one of the dressing rooms.

“I swear to fucking God if Sharon fucks with my bag ever again─” Bucky stormed out of the room with anger etched on his face but cut himself off when he saw you and Natasha sitting in front of Steve. “Oh. Hello, girls.” He smiled warmly. You wiggled your fingers and saw Natasha smiling at him. “I hope they weren’t being assholes as usual,” he added, narrowing his eyes at his bandmates. Steve and Sam flipped him off simultaneously while Thor and Clint didn’t acknowledge him.

“They were nice,” you murmured, feeling your cheeks burning along with your body. Bucky smiled at you widely, making your stomach flip. He was so handsome, looked so pretty smiling like that, you sort of couldn’t believe you were sitting in front of him right now.

“As much as this is nice,” Natasha started. Her green eyes were narrowed, and she looked a little terrifying. “Did you invite us here just to have a small talk or…?” You saw Bucky blush, Steve smirking, Sam elbowing Steve, and Thor wiggling eyebrows at Bucky. You frowned. Something was going on for sure, but you didn’t feel alarmed yet.

“Um,” Bucky murmured. “Well, I was going to come up to you but didn’t wanna make a scene. I was just wondering if you’d like to accompany us to the bar? We’re gonna celebrate our last day, and I thought maybe you would like to… hang out… with us?” Bucky looked shy and a little embarrassed, a scrunch was sitting on his nose adorably. Natasha raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Are you asking me or her?” She asked, making you choke on nothing.

“Natasha!”

“What? I know you wanna bone him, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to say no to that.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides they are gonna celebrate, Y/N,” she added, wiggling his brows, sending you a wink. You groaned. Covering your face with your hands, you whined.

“I’m gonna disown you from friendship when we go home, just so you know,” you mumbled, making everyone in the room laugh.

Bucky cleaned his throat with a light cough. “I was asking her,” he pointed at you, “but Sam here really liked you.” He placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, alarming the guy and making his eyes widen. “He told me so, and I thought he could ask you to hang out with us himself, y’know. I’m that kind of a wingman.” He winked at Sam.

“The fuck,” Sam grunted. You snickered with Steve. Natasha smirked, it was a dangerous, seductive smirk. Uh-oh, you thought gleefully. Natasha was going to seduce the hell out of Sam, and he wasn’t going to know what hit him.

“Brace yourself,” you said to Sam, causing him to frown and give you a questioning look. Before you could answer him, though, Natasha slid off from her spot on the couch next to you and perched herself on top of Sam. You heard him making a mix of choking and gasping noise, eyes comically wide, he looked at Natasha. Steve was trying to keep himself from laughing while Clint was recording the whole thing with his phone. Sam wasn’t going to live this moment down, you knew that for sure.

“She’s gonna ruin him for other women, isn’t she?” You heard someone ask you, and when you turned your head to your left, the spot Natasha was occupying, you saw Bucky. He was still smiling, looking friendly and non-threatening. He had his usual combo on: A black t-shirt and tight, black jeans. His sleeves were on display, you could see his tattoo neck, too, and the piercing on his eyebrow was shining with the lights around him. He still had eyeliner around his eyes albeit faint, but he didn’t seem like it bothered him.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “She has that effect on people generally.” Bucky snickered. He slowly sat down next to you but put some distance because he wasn’t an asshole like his friends loved to call him. “You, um, still have some…” You stammered, pointing at his eyes. Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes.

“I tried to wipe them, but they don’t come off for some reason. They might be waterproof? I need to scrub them, I guess,” he said. You nodded again. You hated these awkward moments because you just didn’t know what to do.

“You could try coconut oil, though,” you blurted. Bucky frowned lightly. “It, uh, it helps t-to remove the, um, waterproof eyeliner.”

“Oh,” he murmured. “I think I saw a small jar in one of the make-up bags. Will you help me?” You froze for a second. Of course, you would help him, but that would mean you were going to be close to him, right? You didn’t know if you could handle it─

“Yes, she will. She helped me with the same situation many times,” Natasha chimed in. “She’s gentle.” You side-eyed Natasha. You were so going to hit her with a pillow when you went back home. She saw you looking and blew you a kiss.

“Y-yeah, I did. I- I will,” you said. Taking a deep breath, you decided to just roll with it because you weren’t getting out of here anytime soon, apparently. “Come on.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the room he stormed out earlier. You ignored all the whoos and cheers although they made your cheeks and body burn. “Show me the jar?”

Bucky nodded mutely. Without letting your hand go, he moved to one of the desks that were against the wall with big mirrors and lights all around just like the other room, he pulled out a bag. “Should be in this,” he said.

“Okay,” you agreed. “Sit down.” You let his hand go, missing its roughness and warmth immediately, you opened the bag to dig the jar out. You grabbed a small piece of cotton, dripped some oil onto your hand and turned to Bucky. He was on your level, now, sitting down. “Close your eyes,” you whispered. He did. Inhaling slowly, you stepped closer to him and slowly applied the oil on his eyelids.

His skin was soft, you realized. He had lots of small moles on his face. Most of them were hidden with his long hair and light scruff, but they looked beautiful on him. His lips had a pretty bow shape, their natural color pink-ish red. You suddenly wanted to lean down and kiss him to see if they were as soft as they looked. Blinking, you pulled your hand away and brought the cotton to wipe it off. The oil helped, of course, and soon, the cotton was all black with the make-up.

“There you go,” you whispered, signaling that you were done. Bucky slowly opened his eyes. They were dark and mesmerizing; his pupils were large and almost swallowed the pretty color of his eyes, and you felt stuck. You saw him licking his lips with the corner of your eyes. His hands came up to your waist, one of them moving to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb stroked your cheek gently, so gently that you sighed and nuzzled against it without thinking. You heard him letting out a soft sound, and then his lips were onto yours.

Moaning in shock, you stood there, trying to process what was happening.

You were being kissed by James Barnes. The lead guitarist of Commandos. Your favorite band. You were being kissed by him. You pushed him away. Your hands still on his chest, you looked at him, the disbelief visible on your face.

Bucky cursed to himself silently. He should have known better than just kissing you like this, he should have taken you out first and let you that he was thinking of asking you out for real because he had been watching you throughout the whole concert, and you were so fucking pretty─

“What─ Why did you do that?” You asked him, interrupting his inner panicking. Bucky swallowed and looked at you, the color of his eyes had returned slightly.

“I─” He started, but realized he didn’t know what he could say. “Wanted to?” He cringed. God, he was hopeless. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. I’m─ Look, I wasn’t trying to force myself on you, I swear. I’m really sorry.” He tried to stand up, but you stopped him with putting your hands on his shoulders.

“Why did you do that?” You asked again. Yeah, he might have wanted to kiss you, but you had to know exactly why. Bucky held his breath.

“Because I wanted to kiss you,” he said with a soft voice. “Because you looked so pretty singing along to the songs I wrote with your friend, looked so carefree and gorgeous, I wanted to know you, wanted to kiss you so bad. Because you felt right when you were close to me. Because I wanted to keep you even closer, so that no one would try to steal you away fro─ Mmfm!”

You cut him off with pressing your lips against his. Of course, you were attracted to him. He was this devilishly handsome, funny and charming lead guitarist of your favorite band. How could you not? Him admitting that he wanted to know you was dizzying, to kiss you so bad was definitely passing out material.

Bucky sighed into the kiss as he brought one of his hands to rest on the small of your back and the other on your face. Tilting his head to his side slightly, Bucky deepened the kiss. With the hand on your lower back, he pulled you to him, making you step into his personal space even more. You hummed. Your hands were on his cheeks, fingertips playing with his hair while your thumbs stroked his cheekbones.

He kissed so nicely.

His lips were as soft as they looked. They felt like silk onto yours as he kissed your breath away. His body heat was setting your own body fire. His hands on you were like a dream come true. The way he held you close to him felt so good, you wanted to cry at the feeling. You were a little touch starved, but he was feeding you well with his itty bitty touches.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled back for oxygen. He opened his eyes, watching you nuzzle in his palm, kissing his wrist, Bucky felt immensely happy. “Darling love,” he whispered. “You feel so right in my arms.” You let out a broken sound as you buried your face in his palm, partially hiding in it. He chuckled softly. “You do.” You wiggled even closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

Just as both of you were getting lost in the kiss, the knock on the door made you jump. “We’re leaving for the bar!” It was Clint. “Are you guys coming or not?” Bucky looked at you.

“Let me take you out?” He asked, hope shining bright in his beautiful eyes. “Let me treat you? Please, honey?” You nodded mutely. You were too stunned to answer him verbally. He smiled. “Alright,” he said and stood up. He, then, took a step back and extended his hand to you. “I’m James, but people close to me call me Bucky.”

You chuckled at his cheesiness. Holding his hand, you shook it. “I’m Y/N, but Natasha calls me dumbass sometimes,” you said, making him grin. Bucky held your hand in his as he brought it up to his lips, kissing your wrist.

“Can I take you out on a date? Buy you a drink?” He asked, then. You bit your lip as you grinned.

“Yeah,” you answered him. He beamed.

“Great!” He pulled you against him. “I know just the place.”

──

You’ve been at the bar with the band and Natasha for two hours now. You were having so much fun that you couldn’t stop giggling or cracking jokes sometimes. You felt incredibly lucky to get to know the band this way; they were a bunch of charming and funny guys who occasionally called each other asshole.

Thor was a weird one; he kept talking like he was someone from a Shakespeare play but he was a very funny dude. Sam was a sarcastic but a very charming guy; him and Natasha had kept the flirting going since she sat on his lap at the backstage. Steve was actually a pretty smart guy, but he loved fucking with others and playing dumb. He was almost as flirtious as Sam, but he kept the flirting to Thor only which you later learned that Thor and Steve had been dating for two years. Clint was… he was a real dumbass. He was a beast with his drums, but in general he was a walking disaster and the bandages on his face and arms sort of gave that away.

They were a good bunch.

Then, there was James. Or Bucky as he reminded you to call him that once or twice. He was funny just like the others. He was charming and actually a sweetheart. You learned that he was also the Mama Bear of the band while Sam had taken the Papa Bear role. They were the ones who kept the others doing shit. He was considerate, lovable and smart guy. He loved his music, loved playing his guitar whenever he could and loved exploring new things.

You might have been a little in love with him already.

“Aight!” Steve interrupted the chattering. He was a little tipsy, not drunk, and leaning onto Thor more than he probably should. “Round… four? Five? It’s on me. Who wants what?” Everyone placed their order with Steve and Thor, but you.

“Just water if they have such a healthy drink in here,” you said, chuckling. “I had enough.” You weren’t big on drinking your consciousness away, and considering this was sort of your first date with Bucky, you wanted to stay sober.

Steve and Thor nodded, not pushing you to drink when you didn’t want to, and made a bee line to the bar. Bucky was holding you against his side, his arm was either over your shoulders or around your waist, and you were leaning into him. He placed a soft kiss onto your temple, making your body heat up with the simple touch of his lips. With a sigh, you buried your head into his shoulder.

It was sort of surprising that you felt so safe and at ease with Bucky although it’s been only three hours since you met officially. Sure, you’ve known him partially from the interviews, but you spent three hours in his presence, and the closeness between you two felt like you’ve been like this, close and touching each other, for years. It was a weird but not unwelcomed feeling. In fact, you loved it a little too much.

“Are you okay?” Bucky whispered. His breath smelled a bit like beer, but you didn’t mind. Yours probably smelled the same. You nodded. “I can take you back home if you want or to a hotel? I… just realized I don’t know where you live.” You chuckled.

“I live around, don’t worry,” you assured him. “Like an hour or so away with car? I’m local.” You snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I’m fine, though, it’s been very fun so far.” Bucky hummed.

“Yeah, they are good guys,” Bucky agreed. “But say the word and I’ll take you home, alright?” He said, looking into your eyes.

“Okay,” you agreed, kissing his cheek. You have never felt like this with a guy before. Sure, you were a virgin, but you had boyfriends, you had dated. None of them made you feel this at ease around them. None of them but Bucky. You found that you loved this feeling. With a smile, you hummed happily.

After Steve and Thor returned with a new round of drinks, you’ve spent another hour and half laughing and talking with them. It was around 3 AM when all of you decided to call it a night.

“It’s technically morning, though,” Clint said, swaying on his feet a little. Everyone groaned. “Fine, geez. I ain’t makin’ any joke anymo’,” he grunted and flipped the bird. You snorted lightly. Clint got offended real easy when he was drunk, apparently.

“So, girls,” Sam started. “We can take you home if you want? Or put you in the same hotel we’re staying for tonight?” Natasha shrugged.

“It’d take us at least an hour to get home, I’ll take the hotel option,” she said, and you hummed approvingly. “We don’t need new rooms. I think it’s obvious where we’ll be staying,” she added with a smirk. You felt your cheeks burn.

“I’m so divorcing you when we go home,” you muttered, and Natasha snickered. You felt Bucky’s assuring squeeze on your arm.

“We can get you a new room if you don’t feel comfortable enough with sharing, though,” he said, ignoring Natasha. You frowned as you thought about it.

It wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, but you didn’t know what you’d do. Would you just cuddle and go to sleep or… You sighed. You wanted to take that step. You were in your mid-twenties and you wanted to get rid of your virginity already. It stuck with you for a long time. You didn’t want to push him for it, though. Frown deepening, you realized you wouldn’t mind whatever you chose to do when you shared a room. Even though you wanted to get rid of things, you really would like to cuddle with Bucky and go to sleep.

“It’s fine,” you murmured. “I won’t mind sharing a room if that’s okay with you.” Bucky shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“Of course,” he said. “Let’s go then.”

─

It took you fifteen minutes or so arriving the hotel and all of you quickly scattered your own rooms. You followed Bucky. He was holding your hand into his gently, you in front of him, his arms were around your waist and hands holding yours as you rode the elevator. When you were on the floor nine, you got off and walked down the hall.

Stepping inside the room 107, you felt nervous. It wasn’t Bucky who was making you nervous, but yourself, you knew that. You could come clean and tell Bucky; he had been so patient and loving with you all day and you knew he wouldn’t mind you telling him about your conflict.

“I can take the couch,” Bucky started. “I don’t mind. It’s actually pretty comfy,” he grinned. “Took a nap there before we hit the stage.” He wiggled his brows adorably. “I can lend you some clothes if you wanna shower, I’m definitely taking one. I have no idea how you put up with my stink for four hours.” You chuckled.

“You don’t stink,” you said. “You smell nice, actually.” Bucky tilted his head to his side and sent you a cocky smirk. Fuck, you thought.

“Nice, hm?” He laughed, then. “I half-showered with my perfume is probably why,” he added, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, you gonna shower?” You bit your lip. You were hesitating just a little, but you knew you had to take some steps yourself in these kinds of things.

“W-what if we take o-one to-ogether?” You stammered clumsily. “We, uh, both need one, anyways, right?” Bucky froze. His eyes snapped at yours, watching you carefully as he tried to see if you really wanted this.

“You really want that?” He asked. You nodded. There was nothing else you wanted more at the moment, you thought. “Honey,” Bucky murmured. “Do you know what you want? Do you wanna tell me?” Ye walked closer to him and placed your hands on his chest when you were close enough.

“I want to take a shower with you,” you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. “I… We don’t have to, but if you want, I, um, also want to have sex with you, too.” Bucky exhaled shakily at your words. They were affecting him, you could see it in his eyes. So, you thought, might as well drop the bomb. “I, um,” you continued. Your fingers were playing his exposed dog tags. “I really, really would like you to be, um, the first one to… you know…” You narrowed your eyes, looking at him and hoping that he’d understand.

“The first one to what, love?” He asked. His eyes were intense, now. They looked at you like they wanted to see through you. You shivered and licked your lips. Your mouth opened and closed, words wanting to get out but didn’t know how. “Y/N,” Bucky said when you didn’t answer. “Honey,” he called out. “Are you a virgin, love?”

You nodded. Your whole body was burning with embarrassment, burning under the intense look of his beautiful eyes. You fidgeted in your place, tearing your eyes from his, you gave your whole attention to his dog tags. You played with them until you felt his fingers gripping your chin gently and tilting up.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “Do you really want me to do that?” You nodded again. Words were hard for you, at the moment, you were beyond embarrassed. “Sweetheart, I’m honored that you see me worthy.” You snorted.

“Dork,” you whispered. He grinned.

“That’s me,” he said, making you snort again. “Alright, let’s take a shower together.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bathroom. He left you by the sink to undress while he adjusted the water. You were stripping off your clothes one by one, not feeling so confident about your body, you had a strong urge to hide it.

It was Bucky, though. You may not have known for a long time, but you knew he wouldn’t mind. Still, you couldn’t silence the irritating small voice in your mind that had been whispering how different you looked from all the women Bucky had seen out with.

“Water is ready,” he announced, unaware of your inner struggle. He turned around as he yanked his t-shirt off his body. “Y/N? Are you okay?” His eyes roamed your body, moving up and down and up again. “What is it? It’s fine if you don’t want to do this─”

“It’s not that,” you muttered. “Well, sort of about it, not that exactly.” You shrugged. Your tears were on their way to fill your eyes, you could feel them, but you weren’t going to cry. “It’s just… I don’t have a model’s body, like, um, all the other women you’ve dated? I don’t have it, and um, it just makes me feel a little self-conscious?” You watched Bucky’s face going from worried to soft in a matter of seconds.

“Baby,” he whispered, stepping forward and getting into your personal space. “I don’t care.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, stroked your cheek and looked deep into your eyes. “I don’t care that you don’t have a model’s body. I actually like your body better than theirs because yours tell me that you’re happy and not starving yourself to look the way they do. You’re beautiful.” You whimpered. “It’s alright if you wanna back up, it really is, but please do not think that I won’t find you attractive because you don’t have a body like theirs, okay?” You sniffed lightly as you nodded.

You slowly got rid your t-shirt, dropping it on the floor like he did with his, and reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. He looked into your eyes all the while you undressed yourself. His eyes never flickered down once. They kept looking into your eyes, and his thumbs kept stroking your cheeks and your neck. Once you got naked, you fought with the urge to wrap your arms around yourself and cover your bits. Bucky liked your body, you reminded yourself. You were beautiful to him.

“There you go,” Bucky whispered. “That’s a good baby.” He leaned in and pecked your lips. “Let’s get under the water, alright?” You nodded. He quickly rid himself from his remaining clothes. His tattooed and pierced body’s naked glory was right in front of you, and you wanted to leave some marks. You wanted people to know that he was yours, now, no one else’s. “Come on, love.” He nudged you into the shower gently, pulling you out of your head. You carefully stepped into the tub, the water hitting your back immediately, you shivered with the warm water. Bucky walked in behind you and closed the glass doors.

Bucky plastered his front to your back, gently encouraging you to lean against him. His arms wrapped around your middle, he dipped down and placed kisses on your neck. The steam coming from the warm water warming your body, making his kisses feels even more sensual. You shivered.

“Let’s get you wet,” he murmured, eyes shining with mischief. You let out a soft snort and rolled your eyes. He grinned. He turned you around and stepped under the water with you still leaning against his body. You could feel his well-defined muscles on your back. His bulging biceps around your waist was giving you a nice feeling, too. His already warm body was even warmer now thanks to the water.

You sighed.

Bucky grabbed the shampoo and washed your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. After you were clean, it was his turn. He had to crouch down, later he went down on his knees since it was easier for you to reach all of his hair easily. As you washed his hair, Bucky held onto you, face buried in your stomach, he breathed calmly as you massaged his scalp like he did to you. You could feel the tension draining out of him. He must be exhausted, you thought, and suddenly felt guilty about springing this whole I-want-to-have-sex-with-you conversation. He needed rest, not more action. You huffed to yourself silently. Telling him to stand up, you grabbed the second loofah and dragged it along his body, washing away the dirt and sweat of the concert.

Washing away the shampoos and last of the dirt on your body, you turned off the water and stepped out, Bucky right behind you and still holding onto your waist. He grabbed a big towel from one of the cabinets. It was white and looked so fluffy. He smiled when he saw your wide eyes and wrapped it around your body, squeezing you into a hug with towel around you, he held you against his chest. You chuckled. Your face was right into the crook of his neck; his warm body was radiating heat even with a towel between your bodies.

“It’s so fluffy,” you said, amusement in your voice. Bucky snickered.

“Yeah, that’s what I love about fancy hotels.” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed another towel from the rack to dry himself. Both of you walked back into the bedroom again with your naked bodies covered with fluffy towels.

“Hey,” you called out softly. “We, um, don’t have to do it now,” you said. “I know you’re tired, and you need some rest. So, it’s totally okay if you─” Bucky placed a finger on your lips and silenced you.

“I want it,” he whispered. “I am tired, I’m not gonna lie, but I want to do this, too.” Amusement shone in his eyes. “Don’t be surprised if I fall asleep on you in the halfway, though,” he said. You chuckled. Your hand poked out under the towel and hit him on the arm gently. Bucky grinned. He leaned in and kissed your cheeks; they felt warm under his lips.

Bucky started humming as his hands grabbed the hem of the towel that you’ve been hugging tightly. You frowned lightly, trying to make out what he was humming. While you were thinking, Bucky took the towel off of you gently. You barely felt the cold air hitting your body because of his body heat. It was coming off of him in waves and warming you in a weird way. He smiled as he pulled back a little. His face was so close to yours, his moving lips were brushing against yours as he continued to sing the song.

“Television lover, baby, go all night,” he sang softly. “Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet,” he continued and pressed a kiss on the corner of your lips, arms pulling your closer to his body. “Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah.”

You frowned lightly, face scrunched in a very adorable way. “What are you singing?” You asked, still trying to making out what song he was singing. Bucky grinned.

“Ooh, in the name of love,” he started and saw the light bulb going off. “Pour some sugar on me. C’mon, fire me up.” He swayed to right and left, making guitar sounds just to make you giggle. “Pour some sugar on me. I can’t get enough!” You laughed.

“Oh my God, Bucky!” you exclaimed, tears in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re singing─”

Bucky grinned even wider. “I’m hot, sticky sweet. From my head to my feet, yeah!”

Both of you cracked up. Bucky was still humming the song as he, too, discarded his towel. He came closer, looking into your eyes and searching for a ‘yes’ in there, which you gave him while still giggling. Bucky crouched lightly to grab you by your thighs and hoisted you up. You squeaked. Your arms were quick to wrap around his neck as he carried you to the bed.

“Crazy little woman in a one man show,” he continued to sing. “Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of lovee!” You snorted. “Sweet dreams, saccharine, loosen up.” He kissed your cheek. He lowered you on the bed, lying you down gently. You smiled at him. Bucky winked and leaned in.

His lips found yours with a sweet sigh escaping from you. Bucky hummed. His lips stroked yours gently, pried them open to deepen it with a small tilt of his head, and suddenly, you were kissing heatedly. You moaned when you felt his tongue licking at your bottom lip, his teeth nibbling on the soft flesh lightly. You opened your mouth, allowed his tongue inside and moaned again. Bucky grunted. He dropped his body onto yours, minding his weight, and caged you under him.

“Baby,” Bucky moaned when he pulled back for oxygen. His lips moving from yours to your neck, he hummed appreciatively. The light scruff he had was scratching the skin of your neck raw, but you didn’t mind. It felt so good, so nice to have his warm body onto yours like this and to feel his lips on your skin. Your body was on fire. Between your thighs, you were aching and dripping wet; the urge to press them together was strong, but Bucky was in the way.

“Bucky,” you sighed as he nipped on your collarbones. His breath was hot on your already heated skin. The rough texture of his hands drove your body into the edge of oversensitivity as they brushed and stroked every inch of skin they could reach. Bucky hummed appreciatively at the sight of your breasts on his face. His eyes flicked up at yours, silently asking for a permission. Heart beating in your mouth, you nodded. Every breath you drew in was burning you in the best way, making your head rush.

You gasped loudly when his hot and wet mouth closed over your nipple. His tongue was teasing the delicate nip gently; cheeks hollowing as he sucked on it, he slurped. One of his hands had closed over your other breast; the rough texture that drove you crazy was on your boob now, and his calloused fingers were playing with your nipple. Your arched your back. Your hands wound tight in his longish brown hair, pulling on them whenever he sucked too hard and twisted your nipple in a very good way.

“Oh, shit, Bucky!” Eyes closed, you threw your head back as you thrusted your chest against his face more. Bucky just grunted and switched nipples. His hand was now playing with your saliva covered nipple while his mouth had closed over your other breast. When you moaned high and very feminine, Bucky scrapped his teeth over the sensitive bud, making your hips buck against his unintentionally. “God, I─ This─ Shit, feels so good,” you sighed, breath hitching.

Bucky let go of your nipple with an obscene ‘pop’ sound and placed a kiss on your sternum. He kissed his way down, tongue dipping into your belly button and placing a kiss there, too. You tried not to squirm away when he finally made contact with your dripping core. His hot breath was licking your mound, making you hyperaware of his presence there and also making you even wetter.

Feeling how nervous you were, Bucky looked at you softly and kissed your inner thighs. You breathed in shakily. His lips were covering your inner thighs with kisses, hands stroking your sides and stomach, fingers occasionally finding your nipples, Bucky calmed you down. Soon, you were melting under his soft and loving touches as he made his way to your pussy slowly.

First flick of his tongue on your clit had you gasping, bucking your hips and grabbing onto his hands on your stomach. Bucky shushed you and placed a kiss on your clit, sucking it just a little.

“Oh my God! Bucky!” You moaned. He shushed you again with grounding strokes of his thumbs on the back of your hands. He dove in.

His tongue flicked on your clit over and over again, lips closed around the tiny bud and sucked little hickeys onto it. His scruff was rubbing on your inner thighs and making this whole new experience even better. You kept moaning, whining and whimpering; your hands never letting of his, you held onto them tight as you arched your back and buried your face into the pillow with your eyes closed.

You could feel your slick running down, dripping onto bed, because the sounds Bucky was making while eating you out were so hot, it made your thigh muscles twitch around his head. He was burying one groan after the other into your pussy, humming and grunting at the taste of your slick and your tight hold on his hands.

At one point, he pulled back. Freeing one of his hands out of your hold, Bucky swiped a finger from your slit to your clit. You cried out. The colors were exploding behind your closed eyes; your body was taut with the expected orgasm. Bucky swiped his fingers a few more times before he slowly dipped it inside you. An audible hitch in your breath, Bucky stopped. He pulled his finger back slightly only to push it back in.

“James,” you whined. You could feel the pressure gathering in your lower belly. “Please, God, please─” You groaned when he continued to move his fingers in you as he pressed his thumb over your clit. You were close. You were so close, you could fucking taste it. You whimpered. Your free hand found his body, and you grabbed the meaty shoulder, digging your nails deep. Bucky hummed and crooked his fingers.

You screamed when you came.

Your body went taut, muscles cramping, you felt them relaxing at the same time. It was a bit weird and amazing feeling which you loved. It wasn’t that you’ve never made yourself come, you have, but none of them felt like this.

“Your fucking face─” You heard Bucky growl lightly. He climbed his way up to your lips and kissed you passionately. “The way you look when you come? Gorgeous.” He kissed you harshly, nipping your bottom lip. “The way you taste? Magnificent. Pouring out some sugar for me, there, don’t you, baby?” You felt your cheeks burn at his words as he ducked in for yet another kiss which you gave him happily. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. He pulled back just a little and started kissing on your cheeks and neck. “You still wanna do it?” He asked. You nodded. “Speak up, bubba,” he nudged your jaw with his nose. You squirmed happily at the pet name.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Still wanna do it. Still wan’it to be you. Please?” You looked at him with wide eyes, face open and excited.

Bucky wanted to hide you in his bed forever because you were too good to be true. “Alright, love, okay,” he whispered. He reached for his wallet that he left on the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. Bucky was quick and efficient as he put on the condom, discarding its small package.

You gasped lightly when you saw his cock. It was a little above average, wasn’t too big that it might really hurt you. He was uncut, but you could see faint lines of veins throbbing there. There was a shining metal going through his cock head, but to avoid panicking, you diverted your eyes to his ball. They were big and looked full, and suddenly, you felt your body burning even more with the thought of them slapping against your skin.

“It’s might hurt at the beginning, okay?” He said, drawing your attention back to him. “Tell me, please, just tell me to stop if it hurts really bad or you just don’t wanna do this anymore, alright?” You nodded. He tapped on your lips. “Words, honey.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like it.” He nodded with a big smile on his face.

“That’s right,” he whispered and kissed you. Settling in deeper between your thighs, Bucky kept kissing you. One of his hands was on your face, gently stroking your cheek, while the other had grabbed his cock and lined it up.

The slide in was smooth, and Bucky was going real slow. He really didn’t want to hurt you, make this experience a bad one, so he was being extra careful. He could feel how your silky wet walls wrapping his cock slowly as he inched in, in and in. His eyes were rolling backwards behind his closed lids. It was addicting, the way you felt around him. Bucky never wanted to pull out, wanted to stay buried in you forever because you were so tight, so warm and so wet, it was like a dream come true.

“Sweetheart,” he croaked. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” Your breath hitched at his low voice calling you a sweet name. Between your thighs you were aching, hurting just a little it, too, but it wasn’t unbearable. You held onto him tight, reeled into the feeling of his cock sliding into you and just… felt.

You whimpered when his cock was fully seated. There was a throbbing pain, almost pulsating with the same beat as your heart. Bucky was panting in your ear. He wasn’t moving, was just holding you tight against him and trying to control himself until you gave him the go. You hummed a little as he pain subsided.

“You good, bubba?” He asked, lifting his head only a little to look you in the eye. You sniffed, tears had sprung to your eyes at the pain, but it was gone now. You nodded, hands tightening on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Move, please?” Bucky groaned. He gave you another kiss on the lips: A sweet, chaste and soft kiss. You sighed into it.

Carefully, he pulled out a bit and slid back in, stealing your breath. His breathing was shaky. You could hear his silent grunts and groans. His hands were fisting the bedding until you grabbed them and twined your fingers together. He kissed your neck as thanks. He continued to thrust into you slowly. Every drag of his cock, you could feel it in your bones, deep in your body, and it was so goddamn good.

“God,” you choked on a moan. “Fuck, faster, please─” Bucky growled.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he hissed through his clenched teeth. Sweat was beading on his forehead, chest and back, making his skin glow. You whimpered as you turned your head to him where he buried his face into the crook of your neck and kissed his temple.

“You won’t,” you said. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, please!” You clenched your thighs around his hips, urging him to move a little faster. His growling increased; it sounded like he was almost snarling with each thrust of his hips.

“You want it hard, darlin’?” He asked, taunted. You whimpered again as you nodded. A wanton cry of ‘yes’ spilled out of your mouth. “You want me to fuck you faster, hm?” You let out another litany of yeses and tightened your hands in his. Bucky groaned deep and loud. His hips started to snap against yours. His balls hitting your slick covered skin, his cock started to move in and out of you at a rapid pace.

The pleasure it brought was fucking blinding.

You moaned when he gave you a particular hard thrust. You were moving up and down on the bed where you were lying on your back as Bucky thrusted in and out of you madly. You could feel the metal you saw through the condom stroking your sensitive walls, making the pleasure feel even better, and you knew you were going to come. You could feel how close you were.

“James,” you breathed, your face drowning in pleasure as he looked at you. “’m gonna come,” you whined. “’m so close, ‘m gonna come!” Bucky snarled.

Straightening up a bit, he leaned onto his elbows, still holding your hands. His thrusts were deeper now. He was hitting at a spot that got you choking on almost every moan that wanted to get out, stealing your breath with each thrust; you were delirious.

“Bucky,” you sighed. Your voice carried a panicking tone, but it was because you were so close to coming. “Bucky, fuck, I’m─”

“Come, honey,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “Come for me, c’mon.” He ducked down to bite one of your breasts, sucking and licking at the same time. You gasped. Your thighs and walls clenched around him so tightly, Bucky’s eyes rolled behind his head, mouth open and he was almost drooling at the sensation. “Fuck!” He roared. The vice of your walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good, he started to move in and out of you rapidly. He was jackrabitting, so close to coming himself, and you didn’t mind. It still felt good albeit a bit too much.

“James,” you whispered. Your hand squeezed his and you lifted your head enough to peck him on the lips. Bucky moaned brokenly. He leaned down, fully pressing his lips on yours as he kissed you deeply. He was releasing moans and grunts and sighs into the kiss, into your mouth, and you smiled. “Come on, lemme see you,” you whispered again. Pecking his lips once and twice, licking his bottom lip, you bit it gently.

Bucky cursed. His thrust halted for a second. His balls jerked as he thrusted into you one last time, and he filled the condom with his seed, his face buried in your neck. You hummed. His weight on you was a welcomed one, it felt like a personal, living, weighted blanket and you hummed again.

“Oh shit,” Bucky whispered. It was quiet for a while. He silently and carefully pulled out of you and ditched the condom. He got up to get a wet cloth from the bathroom. When he returned, he gently cleaned the between your legs, taking away all the dirt and slight blood that he caused, and then cleaned himself. Dropping the cloth somewhere in the bathroom, he walked back inside the room, lay on the bed and gathered you in his arms, hugging you tight against his chest. You sighed contently. “How do you feel? Was I too rough?”

“Mm, no,” you murmured. Your face was squished on his chest. The barbells on his nipples were warm against your cheek. “It was perfect.” You smiled dopily as you pulled back. You kissed him on the cheeks and then on the lips. “Thank you.” He smiled at you back; the crinkles around his eyes showing themselves, he scrunched his nose.

“You’re very welcome, bubba,” he whispered, kissing your nose. You chuckled and settled back on his chest. You lay in the silence. Although both of you were tired, you didn’t feel the need of sleep immediately. Bucky was in agreement with you since he started to hum again. You frowned for a second until you realized he was still singing the same song from before. You chuckled. “Hmm,” he said.

“Same song still?”

“Yup,” he grinned. “Lyrics fit, don’t you think?” You made a questioning sound. His grin widened. He was expecting you’d react like that. “You got the peaches, I got the cream,” he sang, and you snorted out loud as your face burned yet again. “Sweet to taste, saccharine.” You started to laugh. “Cause I’m hot, hot, so hot, sticky sweeet!” He started to crack up slightly. “From my head, my head to my feet, yeaah!”

“Oh my God, stop!” You cackled, face buried in his neck.

“Never,” he said and went back to singing. “Take a bottle, shake it uuup! Break the bubble, break it uuuup!” He stopted, looking at your with the corner of his eyes. You snorted and bit his neck lightly. “Come on, sing this part with me.” You shook your head. “Come ooon! Do this and I’ll shut up, I promise.” You looked at his grinning stupid face. Rolling your eyes, you murmured a ‘fine’.

“Pour some sugar on meee!” Both of you sang, trying very hard not to crack up. “Oooh, in the name of looovee! Pour some sugar on meee! C’mon fire me uup!” Bucky flipped your positions, taking you under him again, causing your breath to hitch and stop you singing.

“Pour some sugar on me,” he sang quietly this time. He leaned in and kissed you passionately, deeply, lovingly. His lips traveled your neck, peppering kisses and then came back to your lips again. He whispered the last notes of the song as he leaned in close enough for his lips to crush against yours before he engulfed you into another hot and loving round of sex.

“Ooh, I can’t get enough…”

Your grinning self was turned into a gasping and chanting his name with pleasure one real quick after that.

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wonwoonlight · 3 years

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my daisy / chapter 7 | kim mingyu

➝ CEO!Mingyu x Secretary!Reader

➝ strangers to lovers // single dad!Mingyu // fluff // lighthearted // non idol!au // like pls dont expect any dramas here lol // tiny bit of angst ig

➝ series warning: mentions of sex, no smut but there’s implied sexual activities, insecurity (as always jshbdjhsfshbf am sorry), curses, food, let me know if theres more ^^

➝ word count: 3.6k

➝ A/N: HI HOW ARE WE HOLDING UP I AM GOING CRAZY BC THE COMEBACK IS TOMORROW AND I WANNA LISTEN TO THE SONGS ALREADYYYYYYY. on another note! surprise? haha decided to post a little earlier bc i dont see why not when im this happy over the comeback... anyhow!!!! we're finally here for Mingyu & OC moments!!!!!!!!

when your cousin asks you to be her substitute at SVT Inc. as she takes her maternity leave, you’re pretty sure this wasn’t what you signed up for.

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The next few days pass by quickly. Either all of the companies here want to meet Mingyu while he’s in town or if it’s just Jennie’s efficient scheduling, you never seem to ever get out of a meeting until it’s at least 6 in the evening.

Two days more then you’re going home. Even though your bed isn’t half as comfortable as the bed in Triple W Hotel, you still miss it and you want to go back to your room already. Being in Japan for work and being in Japan for holiday are two different things, it turns out. You barely even have time to sit down and relax, let alone enjoy the Tokyo scene.

[19:01] SVT Kim Mingyu: have you had dinner?

[19:01] SVT Kim Mingyu: should we go outside and eat?

[19:02] SVT Kim Mingyu: or are you sick of seeing me already

That… is different, too. Spending days following Mingyu around without Seungkwan and any other familiar faces means he’s the sole comfort for your introverted ass. Given, the time you spend with just Mingyu is usually in the car when you’re moving from one place to another, it’s still enough time for the both of you to get even closer.

Because even for lunch and dinner the guy is packed with schedules to have meals with some kind of representatives (and a few friends, you think), you haven’t had the chance to eat with Mingyu again after that sushi place. You usually just eat by yourself while you wait for him to be done. On top of that, Mingyu would have room service for breakfast while you go downstairs to the hotel restaurant area to have yours.

You wonder if that’s the reason why your heart jumps at the invitation.

Huffing a little after replying to Mingyu’s text with a ‘sure! when?’, you quickly go through your suitcase when he replies: ‘in 15 mins?’. Maybe you should thank Jisoo for insisting you to bring more clothes than you would’ve, because there’s no way you’d be going out with Mingyu in what you’d usually consider casual. As much as you try to insist it isn’t a date, you should at least look decent going out with someone who looks like Kim Mingyu (or in general, really, but Mingyu makes you extra conscious even though he never says anything about the way you dress).

Taking one last look in the mirror, you nod to yourself before you step out of your room. Why are you even nervous? You’re just having dinner together, like you usually would with Jihoon, Soonyoung, or Seokmin. Mingyu probably doesn’t want to eat by himself and he’s finally out of dinner appointments. He’s just asking to go with you as a friend. Jennie would most likely have to accompany him eat like this too, you remind yourself.

“Oh? Hi,” someone greets you as you wait for the elevator. “A bit early, are we?”

You grin at Mingyu as your eyes flick to your own watch that says it’s only been 10 minutes since his text, pretending like you’re not flustered. Gosh, you practically see this man everyday and you still blush at his good look?

“Had nothing to do.”

“What, no report to finish?” he jokes, telling you to go in first when the elevator door opens.

“With all due respect, Sir,” you playfully clear your throat, flicking your hair back as he settles next to you. “I am off the clock.”

The sound of his laughter fills the elevator, one that brings a genuine smile out of you, too. Before he can say anything more, the elevator door opens again and a whole family enters the limited space, pushing you back closer to Mingyu. His hand reaches for your arm out of reflex when you stumble, and you can’t help getting warm at the feeling of his fleeting touch on your skin.

“You okay?” he asks as if you just got trampled on. But you nod nevertheless, telling him you’re fine and you just trip on nothing. He chuckles at this, leaning down to your ear and tells you to be careful which prompts your face to heat up over his breath fanning your hair.

You glance at the small drawing on top of the elevator buttons, a sign that says the elevator can only hold the weight of 15 people at most. You’re pretty sure there aren’t that many people yet, but the elevator already feels crowded as it is. Despite that though, of course, when the elevator opens again, the next group of people insists on coming in because there seems to be enough space for another three. The family from earlier shifts to make space, which forces you to press yourself closer to Mingyu.

The guy doesn’t seem to mind though, even pulls you further by the arm so you’re standing in front of him instead. His hands move to your shoulders, holding you in place so you won’t stumble again.

This is something that you notice just recently, but Mingyu, like Gyuri (or is it the other way around?), is just naturally touchy with people he’s comfortable with—which already extends to you, it turns out. You notice how Mingyu would absentmindedly reach for your arm when he’s calling you, or, now that you think about it, how he’d often place his hand on Seungkwan’s shoulder when he’s trying to point out something to the guy. Maybe that’s where Gyuri gets her touchy nature from.

You take in a deep breath at the proximity, thanking the universe at least Mingyu wouldn’t be able to see your nervous face from this position. He’s so close, to the point where you can feel his chest hovering against your back. One stop backwards and you’ll meet his chest.

—and that’s your cue to stop thinking about it before your body somehow registers it as a command instead of a passing thought.

You look down on your feet to mask your nerves as the elevator goes down further and further, the weight of Mingyu’s hands on your shoulders feeling heavier as seconds go by. Another minute and you know you’ll be thinking about this for weeks, the ghost of his touch haunting you until God knows when. Honestly, why are there so many floors in this building and why does everyone want to get into the elevator?!

You unknowingly release a relieved sigh when the elevator hits the lobby, and you can hear Mingyu chuckle from behind you as you do so. You turn to give him a confused glance, but he simply shakes his head then pushes you to get out of the elevator.

You hate the way you’re almost disappointed the moment he pulls away and pushes his hands into the pockets of his coat.

“What do you feel like eating?” he casually asks, matching his pace with yours.

“Um, just… street food?” you honestly say. “But I know that’s not a meal for you, so I’ll just follow whatever you feel like eating.”

Mingyu hums as he contemplates his options before eventually answering. “How about some ramen? Then we can go to this festival my friend mentioned.”

You light up at the mention of festival, having always wanted to go on one but you’re not really sure about when they even hold those kinds of things. Mingyu holds back a grin at the sudden change of your posture, excitement buzzing throughout your body.

“Let’s go then,” he says, signaling you to follow him. You happily trail behind the tall guy, sniffing a little the moment you step out of the hotel glass door as the chill night breeze greets you. Maybe you shouldn’t have just worn shorts and a sweater during this weather, but you honestly don’t want to go back and get another layer just for the sake of it. You can bear it; you’ve always liked the cold anyway.

Initially, you thought you’re waiting for Mingyu’s usual driver by the lobby. But when the valet driver instead comes out and gives the key back to Mingyu, you blink hardly at what this implies. Mingyu tilts his head to the side, telling you to take the front seat as he makes his way to the driver’s seat.

You exhale before you open the door of his car, hoping you would make it out of the night sane.

“Wow, it’s packing here, huh?” you exclaim as you join the short queue in front of the door.

“Yeah, which is why I usually order take out or have someone deliver it to the hotel,” he scrunches his nose. You’re glad he’s not fussy about the queue though. Yes, it’s not a long one, but you’re well aware that some people think they’re too good for queues.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Feels like going out,” he vaguely answers.

Mingyu steps forward after the person in front of you moves in, nodding at whatever the waitress is telling him and then holds up two of his fingers. You guess he’s telling her it’s just going to be the two of you, but she says something that gets Mingyu shrugging before he nods nonchalantly, exclaiming that it’s okay (evidently one of the few Japanese phrases you’ve picked up from the whole trip).

“She says the only available place for two is on a high table so we have to sit side by side instead of facing each other,” he briefly explains. “I guess people tend to want to sit facing each other, which is why she has to make sure we’re okay sitting on a stool bar. Plus, we might have to share the table with another party.”

You let out an ‘aah’ as you nod, taking in the weirdly luxurious design for a ramen place. You wonder if Mingyu has a thing for interior designs judging by the eccentric decorations you’ve found yourself surrounded in everytime you follow Mingyu to a restaurant. He gestures to you to sit on the end of the table before taking the seat next to you, another three seats beside him still empty.

But instead of complying, you tell him to order whatever he thinks is good because you need to go to the restroom real quick. When you come back, the guy is grinning on his screen and the seats beside him are already filled by some guys.

“Look, it’s Daisy,” Mingyu grins even wider that his cheeks hurts a little, moving the camera to you only for you to find Gyuri pouting on the screen.

“Hi Lili!!” you wave happily as you take your seat on the bar stool. “Have you been good?”

“Wanna play Daisy,” she whines sadly, which makes you giggle at her adorable pout. “Daisy come home.”

There’s a content smile on your face that warms Mingyu’s heart, and he doesn’t even realize he’s been staring until the waitress comes to put down the drinks he’s ordered for the both of you, prompting him to look up. He scoots closer to you, dragging the stool with him after he leans his phone on a tissue box so he doesn’t have to keep on holding it.

His scent engulfs you once again. But this time, instead of his usual cologne, it’s the soft smell of his coconut shampoo and fabric softener that floods your senses—and it’s bad because you like this much more than his expensive cologne; there’s a sense of domesticity to it, some kind of exclusivity that only you get to witness.

“Daisy?” Gyuri calls you again, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Miss Lili?”

“Always,” you answer without hesitation. “We’ll play with Auntie Soo, Auntie Nini, and Uncle Cherry once we get back, okay?”

“Promise?” she says her most famous line.

“Promise,” you grin to the screen, painfully aware of how close Mingyu is sitting beside you. Your eyes settle on the small window where you can see yourself and Mingyu on his phone, and you look like you’re leaning against him with his arm on the back of your chair. You’re pretty sure if you move even a bit your shoulder would brush against his chest.

Is that the warmth of his breath against your neck?

“Flower,” Mingyu softly coos, leaning his face forward that it almost looks like he’s leaning his chin on your shoulder from the screen. You can feel your throat tightens and it feels like forever before you’re able to breathe like usual again. “Our food is here. I’ll call you again later, okay?”

You don’t know how Mingyu knows the food is here, but just when Gyuri is about to answer, the waiter comes with two bowls of ramen and serves it to the both of you. Gyuri refuses to hang up just yet, insisting that she still wants to talk to you. So you tell Mingyu he’s welcome to dig in first while you entertain the girl some more.

He can’t help the fond feeling that overwhelms him at the sight of you speaking animatedly to his daughter, answering every single thing that comes out of her mouth as your legs bounce on your seat. Mingyu looks down on your bare legs, and then catches the way the guys beside him say something about you that makes him glad you understand not one of their words.

So he quickly takes the coat that’s hanging on the back of his seat, gently lays it on your lap to cover your thighs from the cold (and from wandering eyes of the three bastards beside him). You look at him in question, but he simply scoots his stool even closer and whispers that it’s cold against your ear. He doesn’t know if he’s simply imagined your soft gasp, but he knows for sure that the guys beside him have quieted at what seems to be an intimate gesture.

They shut up for sure later on when Mingyu sends them an icy glare when they start bringing you up again.

“—bye!” he hears you say at last, and then moves his face closer to yours to say his goodbye to Gyuri too.

“Love you, Papa!”

“Love you, Li,” he grins softly, melting your heart at the sight of it. After Gyuri hangs up, he puts his phone back in the pocket of his jeans and tells you to eat before the ramen gets soggy. So you do just that, thanking him for the food before you stuff your face with the most expensive ramen you’ve probably ever tasted in your life.

“Good?” he asks with an amused smile, chuckling at the way you simply give him a thumb up.

Mingyu lets you be after that, choosing to focus on his meal too because you two seem to be hungrier than you initially thought you were. When you’re both finished, Mingyu refuses your offer to pay for your own meal, saying that it was him who asked you to have dinner with him in the first place. But when you frown and insist, he says you’re free to treat him at the festival instead if you want.

It’s a little funny, if you think about it. To Mingyu, paying for your meal probably doesn’t even cost anything, but you can’t help but feel like it’s inappropriate to let Mingyu pay for everything when you’re out as friends and not as his secretary. It’s the least you could do to ease your conscience.

“We’re walking from here,” he says as he parks the car in a public parking lot. “We might need to walk for five minutes or so, but my friend said this is the nearest parking lot to the festival.”

“Heh, I’ll just consider it exercise,” you shrug nonchalantly.

“It’s not exercise if it’s only for 5 minutes, Daisy,” he playfully says with a nudge on your arm.

You scrunch your nose, hoping it masks the giddy smile on your face at your favorite nickname. “I consider everything that requires me to move my body as exercise.”

“You do know you need to move to eat?”

“Yes.”

“That exercise too?”

“Yes.”

Mingyu looks at you in disbelief, an amused scoff already out of his lips before he can hold it back. Have you always been this cute?

“Alright, you win. Shall we go exercise now?” he asks with a mock politeness. You laugh at this, then pretentiously nod your head with a ‘yes, we shall’ before you follow him and step out of the car. Mingyu stares at you from head to toe, ignoring the pointed look you’re giving him that’s basically asking him why he is not moving. “You… what makes you think it’s a good idea to be wearing shorts in this weather?”

“I… don’t like wearing long pants,” you truthfully answer.

Your boss blinks at the revelation, his mouth turning into an ‘o’. Mingyu still doesn’t move though, so you ask him what he’s waiting for. He holds up a hand, telling you to wait as he walks to the back of his car and rummages through the trunk. He comes back with a hoodie in hand, telling you to wrap it around your waist to help shield your legs from the cold even a little.

You stare at the hoodie, your heart beating way too fast for your liking at the situation, but your mouth sometimes has a tendency to speak first before you can even realize what you’re saying. “With your size? Wearing it will probably cover more of my legs than tying it on my waist.”

“Wear it then,” he tells you pointedly. You stare at him, dumbfounded, and Mingyu simply stares back at you in confusion. “What? It’s clean, I promise. I put it in the trunk the other day just in case.”

When you still keep your silence and stare at him, Mingyu sighs and takes a step forward. You immediately take a step back at that, which makes him scoff in amusement. So he takes another step forward, prompting you to step backward again.

“You really wanna do this?” he asks with a playful glint in his eyes. “You know my legs are far longer than yours?”

“Showoff,” you mumble in annoyance, more to yourself than to him. What happens next doesn’t quite register to you immediately, because how can your brain work properly when Mingyu is suddenly hovering over you, tying the hoodie himself around your waist then grins in victory at your dumbfounded face?

“Let’s go?” he says with a cheeky smile that you can’t help but mirror.

“This time, I’m paying,” you remind him sternly, pretending like his move didn’t startle you in the most pleasant way possible.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he answers with a nonchalant wave, leading you to where the festival is. You jog a little to catch up with him, pretending to be annoyed about how inconsiderate he is with his long steps. Mingyu simply lets out a hearty laugh at this, and then reaches out his hand for you to take so you ‘can follow my steps without getting left behind’. You almost blush at the gesture, but quickly regain composure as you snicker and slap his hand away instead.

“Is that how you get girls to hold hands with you?” you narrow your eyes playfully.

“I don’t usually try to hold hands with girls,” he sticks out his tongue.

This is a good look on him too, you decide. As much as the sight of him and Gyuri always manages to melt your heart, Mingyu looks his age like this; with playfulness painting his face and the youth within him seeing the sun (moon?) after so long. No matter how obvious that Gyuri is his whole world now, you’re sure there are times when Mingyu misses the time when he can be carefree without thinking about his baby back home.

Thoughts like this would make you wonder about the missing figure in the little family. You never want to pry it out of Mingyu (or anyone, for that matter), but it is true that you’d be curious from time to time. Gyuri is the loveliest kid you’ve ever encountered in your life and Mingyu easily fills in the perfect man category, what could possibly go wrong?

But you’re a new person in the scene, you remind yourself. You haven’t known Mingyu for long and there might be sides of him that you don’t know just yet. There are a lot of other possible scenarios: a child wasn’t in the original plan for them, or the mom might already pass, quite literally leaving Mingyu with Gyuri behind to go to heaven, and so on.

Mingyu’s warm hand suddenly finds yours, and your head snaps up in surprise at the touch. But Mingyu quickly pulls you with him, reasoning that the festival is a little too crowded and he doesn’t want to lose you in the sea of people.

Jennie’s words suddenly echo in your mind as your eyes refuse to stop looking at your joined hands: ‘You don’t have to deny your feelings, alright?’.

And this time, with Mingyu’s hand enveloping yours, you don’t see any reason to pull away when your heart hums in content at the touch and the warmth that waves through your body is pleasant for once.

So you squeeze his hand tighter instead, nervously biting your bottom lip just in case Mingyu pulls away in surprise. He catches your eyes then, and you can see him holding back a grin before he looks forward again and continues to pull you with him through the crowd.

You wish you weren’t imagining the way his hand tightens against yours.

A/N 2: this is for u @wwssi who somehow have predicted i'd be posting this earlier bc i literally have this queued before u sent that ask :p

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heeseung-min · 2 years

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My Patient

Pairing: psychiatrist Jay x patient reader

Summary: You came to the hospital to get a treatment for your trauma but why did it become worse instead of getting better?

Warning: drug usage,yandere themes,murder,panic attack,anxiety,hallucination, mention of suicide and stalking (if you cant handle this please do not read it)

This is pure fanfiction and does not involve any character in real life. Leave a comment and like on this post.Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it.

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"Explain this,park jimin!!!"

"What do you mean y/n? Why are you suddenly being like this?"

"Are you gonna act dumb like that? Tell me the truth.Where did you go last week?"

"Baby, i told you i'm oustation,right? Can you please stop screaming because I'm driving us right now."

"Outstation,huh? There is a picture of you going to other woman's house jimin! How am I supposed to calm down!!!"

"I'M NOT Y/N!! WHY YOU CAN'T BELIEVE ME!!"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE WHEN THERE IS A PROOF JIMIN"

"Y/N STOP HITTING ME"

"AHHHHHHHHHH"

"AHHHHHHH"

A loud scream released from y/n's mouth. She woke up from her nightmare and looked around only to be met with darkness as it still a night. Cold sweats on forehead and shaking hands made her tears slowly building up. She's tired. The nightmare has been attacking her again. She can't do anything except feeling guilty for the things that happen in the past.

"Jimin-ah, i'm sorry i'm sorry"

Y/n started to cry and whimper how sorry she is to her late-fiance, Park Jimin. Oh how she regrets everything that happened and how she hates that she still alive while her lover is dead.

The bed she was sitting was supposed to be the warm place for her and her fiance. Too bad, he left first. You can hear y/n begging to no one for Jimin to come back.

"y/n wake up! I made you breakfast."

That's Jungkook. He is y/n's cousin who always at her side and help her through everything since both of them are orphan and only have each other. Jungkook doesn't have any girlfriend as he is too busy with his work and taking care of you.

" I ...I dreamt about him again,kook"

Jungkook's movement stopped for a while. He put the plate he was holding to the table and looked at you who were staring at nothing. You changed. Your eyes that always contain happiness now become sorrowful, you lost your weights and getting eyebags under your eyes. Jungkook pursued his lips and sighed. It's not easy. The fight you were having with your fiance was the last time you see him and you don't even get a chance to apologize to each other. Jungkook is so worried because one time he had saved you from cutting your neck just to end your nightmare.

"I can't help but to feel guilty,kook. I tried to distract myself but it didn't work."

"y/n, it's been one year since that incident. You need to stop blaming yourself. This is not healthy."

"I'm afraid I can't, jungkook. It keeps haunting me. I tried to not overthink but I just can't"

Jungkook can heard how broken your voice was. You are too tired and he don't know how can he help you to get over with this. He hugged your body and your soft cries filled up the room.

"Here, I have a suggestion. We get you to a hospital to get a treatment for your trauma. Let's try it y/n. I'm sure Jimin will be sad if he sees you in this condition. Okay?"

"But I'm still scared to go out,kook"

"It's okay y/n, you have me. I will accompany you tomorrow."

Jungkook hold your hand to calm yourself and went to the counter to get your appointment. After that , both of you sit down and waiting for your name to be called.

"What if I can't tell what is happening jungkook? I'm afraid the doctor will call me weird!!"

You asked with a worrying voice an started to scratch your hair. Jungkook sighed and caressed your hair gently and fixed the mess that you did.

"He is doctor for a reason y/n. I believe you can do it. Trust yourself this time."

"Miss y/n. Please go inside. Our psychiatrist is waiting for you."

Jungkook smiled when heard your name getting called. He immediately stood up and pulled you up and walked to the room that you need to get into.

"You can do this y/n. It's time for you to get better."

"Good morning miss y/n. My name is Jongseong and I am your psychiatrist."

The man who is sitting while typing something on his computer made you stunned a while. It is because he is so breathtaking. The cute lips and sharp jawline made you gulped a bit suddenly become nervous. You sit on the chair that has been placed in front of him and waiting for him to finish whatever he doing right now.

"Have you eat y/n? You seem tired."

"Oh i just eat a little? Because i don't have any appetite."

Jongseong,the psychiatrist stopped doing his task and turned to y/n who was fiddling with her fingers.

"Can you tell me what is happening miss y/n? Because I want to help you overcome your problems."

Y/n can feel the panic that started to build up. She tried to calm herself but seems like it became worse. Jongseong quickly went to her when he noticed how the girl can't breath regularly. He cupped her cheeks made her looked at him.

"Miss y/n, I need you to follow what I say. Now,slowly inhale and exhale. Don't think anything just focus on your breathing."

It continues for about ten minutes to finally calm you down. You were feeling embarassed because the psychiatrist had to see this side of you.

"It's okay miss y/n. I had see a lot of my patients being like this. It's normal and no need to get worry. Let's get you start, okay?"

You sighed quietly for the last time and began telling your problem to the man. You often didn't look at his eyes and fiddling with your fingers. Jongseong make sure to take a note of that.

After about an hour, the session finally done and you were waiting for Jongseong to finish what is he writing.

"How do you feel about our session today miss y/n?"

"I feel a bit good but I'm still scared of the nightmares."

"I will give you some technique to control your breath when you have a panic attack and we will meet again after few weeks to see your progress, okay?"

"Yes doctor"

"Just call me jongseong I want you to feel comfortable"

"Okay, if that's what you want. Thank you jongseong-ah"

Somehow the name feels familiar but maybe it's just your mind playing with you.

Two weeks later, your day has been improved and become better. You started to have appetite to eat again and Jungkook was so happy when he saw the changes. You laughed as he screamed happily when you asked him to take you out even though you still scared to go out but Jungkook is always there to reassure you that everything is fine.

However, your happiness shattered when one day you saw a note at your table in your room

I miss you y/n

-jm-

No,no, no this must be a prank. You took the note and went out from your room then walked to Jungkook who was playing with his dog, Bam.

"Hey, do you want to go to the park? We can play with Ba-"

"Are you playing with me, Jungkook?"

"wh-what do you mean y/n? Playing with what?"

"Did you put this in my room?"

Jungkook looked at the note you've showed him. He furrowed his eyebrows after he read the words and turned to you who started to look scared. Bam who was standing beside Jungkook also getting worried when he looked at you.

"Y/n, this is not me. You know my writing y/n. Also why would I do this? I'm not this stupid y/n."

"Then ho-how?"

You fell because you can't feel your legs. You can't breath. You started to feel dizzy. Jungkook were calling you and Bam was barking but you couldn't hear that. What you can hear only your other voices.

'Aren't you looking pathetic right now? No wonder Jimin cheated with you'

'Oh look at this bitch crying. Do you think crying would make Jimin alive again?'

"Stop Stop"

'You should die. You don't deserve to live while Jimin is dead'

"I SAID STOP!! STOP FUCKING STOP ITS NOT MY FAULT JIMIN DIE!!! AAAAAAAARGHHHHH"

"Y/N Y/N I'M HERE DON'T LISTEN TO THAT Y/N LOOK AT ME"

Jungkook were panicking when you started banging your head to the wall. He hold you tightly while you screaming and begging for him to let go.He hugged you for about 15 minutes and your body started to calm down slowly. What Jungkook could heard from you was your sobbing and whimpering. Just as he thought you become better, now you back to the old one.

"Y/n come on let's eat. I made your favourite."

Jungkook said as he put the food and drink beside your bed. Bam who was following him is now laying beside you. You can only stared at them.

"It's not my fault right?"

"Yes y/n it's not. I will install cctv to see who is the one went to your room. Don't worry. We have Bam here, he can protect you."

Bam barked when he heard his name getting called. You laughed with Jungkook and caressing the dog body. After that, you eat and talked with Jungkook for a while before you went to sleep.

What you didn't notice was a man stood at the corner in your room watching how you moved agressively because you were having a nightmare.

"Hi y/n good to see you again after few weeks. Let's continue the session, shall we?"

Jongseong asked with a hint of excited in his voice but he tuned it down when he saw how tired you are. You became worse than before.

"Can you tell me what exactly happening to you this past few weeks y/n? Because it seems you looked really bad."

"It's actually getting better at first but when I saw a note in room, it scared me. The nightmares come back again every single night and sometimes I'm too scared to sleep because I'm afraid I will dream about it again"

The session continue for an hour and Jongseong took a note for every movements y/n did without she realized. The girl sometimes rambled too much and then keep apologizing to the point Jongseong need to calm her down.

"Okay y/n, seems like your condition really become worse so I will give you some medicines to help. Please do not overdose the usage okay? Consume the medicine as what I had adviced."

"Am I that bad, Jongseong?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Jongseong stopped whatever he doing and looked at you seriously. He could sense that you were going to cry so he quickly embraced you in his arms and it was right. You were crying as soon as you leaned to him. The psychiatrist caressing your back as to give you comfort. You and him stayed in that position for a while until you slightly pushed away from him.

"I'm sorry Jongseong. I don't know what's wrong with me. This is so unprofessional. I should not hug you."

"Hey y/n, look at me"

The girl refused to look as she is still embarassed about the hug so Jongseong cupped her cheeks making the girl look at him with wide eyes.

"You cannot always be alone when you want to cry y/n. Sometimes, you need someone to lean and you can use me. Yes, I am your psychiatrist but I am your friend too. Treat me as your friend because I will always be here for you. I will be the one who bring you happiness.

You was too stunned to speak. Not only because of his words but because of the closeness between you and Jongseong. He looked more attractive at this point. The way he smiles at you made your heartbeat fast.

Oh.

Are you falling in love with him?

You blushed at the thought and slowly took off his hands on your cheeks and pursued your lips.

"umm thank you Jongseong. I'm glad that you're my psychiatrist. Thanks for comforting me."

"You're welcome y/n"

You went out from the room and looked at Jungkook who was playing with his phone at the seat.He looked up and smiling when you went to him.

"How is it? Are you feeling better- yo wait why are you blushing,huh?"

"Oh shut up kook let's go take my medicine."

"Hey, you can't fool me. I know you better than anyone.So, hehehehehe is my favourite girl is falling in love? With her psychiatrist?"

"Shut up!!!"

Jungkook teased you along the hallway even after you had picked your medicine. You rolled your eyes when he poked your cheeks to show that you are blushing.

"I'm glad y/n"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, it's the time for you to finally move on from Jimin hyung."

"I know but that doesn't mean I like Jongseong!!"

"Ouuu, is that his name? It's a bit familiar."

Jungkook said while thinking where did he ever heard that name but the thought stopped when you said again.

"Shut up, let's go eat and I want to play with Bam."

Your weeks started pretty badly. Almost every night, you will have the same nightmare. Jungkook and Bam decided to sleep with you so you they can be alert if there is anything happen to you.

You walked to the kitchen to drink a water but you stopped when you saw a tall human or more like man who were watching your moves. You couldn't see who is he because of the darkness and you are certainly sure it is not Jungkook since he sleeps with you. You don't know what to do but you decided to step back and it caused the person to call you.

"bunny"

That's the nickname that only Jimin used it on you. You stayed at your place and looked at the person with wide eyes. You don't know what is happening and you knew your fiance is gone so who is this person standing in the room calling you using a nickname that only a certain person used on you?

"who...who are you?"

"I'm Jimin, bunny. Can't you recognize me?"

The man slowly walked to you but you didn't even try to run. Maybe because you were too shocked of his words. When he reached infront of you, he cupped your cheeks and made you looked at him. It's hard to see actually because of dark but you felt like it is Jimin in front of you.

"...Jimin?"

He giggled and kissed your forehead made you cried suddenly.

"I'm sorry jimin I'm really sorry"

"It's okay bunny. Everyone makes mistake."

"Y/N?"

Jungkook's sleepy voice startled you. He switched on the lights and you shut your eyes because of the sudden bright. Jungkook stared weirdly at you as he saw you were hugging yourself.When you opened your eyes, you looked around the room to find Jimin but there is no trace of him.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

"Where's Jimin?"

"I- what the hell y/n?!! Jimin is gone y/n!!"

"NO!! I saw him here just now I swear!!"

"Hey look at me!! Y/n, you saw how doctor take the life support off his body and that means Jimin is gone y/n. Have you took your medicine?"

"Are you saying I'm crazy??!!!"

"Of course no y/n!!! I just don't want you to being like this. You need to remember Jimin is gone and it's impossible for dead person to come here."

You were stunned at his words.

Are you having hallucination?

Is it because you don't get enough sleep?

You also don't know what is the answer. Jungkook sighed when you became quiet again. He brought a glass of water and your medicine for you to eat. Jungkook also give you a sleeping pill so you can sleep peacefully.

Three weeks later, you were running with Bam at the park while Jungkook went to buy ice creams. Just when you wanted to call Bam you saw a guy who literally look like Jimin. You started to follow him leaving Bam confused as why you stopped playing. The dog barked but you were too focused on following that person. When you succesfully got to be near, you tapped his shoulder and made him turned his back.

"Jimin- oh sorry! I mistook you"

The man furrowed his eyebrows but didn't say anything instead just continue walking and leaving you stood like a fool. Jungkook went to you with the ice creams he bought and serious look at his face.

"What happen y/n?"

"I- I saw Jimin again...."

"y/n, let's go back home"

"I really saw him Jungkook. I followed him but then I don't know suddenly I lost him? But I'm sure I saw Jimin"

"YOU LOST HIM BECAUSE THERE IS NO JIMIN Y/N"

You were shocked when Jungkook screamed. It is the first time he ever scream that loud to you. Bam too were scared of his loud voice and decided to went to the bedroom.

"Can you please don't think about Jimin anymore y/n? Jimin is dead y/n!! He is dead!! Why can't you accept that??!! You and I saw his funeral y/n. Can you please stop saying he is alive? I'm tired to handle this y/n"

Tired.

You realized even Jungkook who is your cousin that has always by your side is tired of you too. Of course he is, you were saying bullshits and nonsense. Who doesn't get tired of it. You looked down at your lap fiddling with your fingers. You should stop rely on anyone because it only make them tired. Slowly, you stood up and still not looking at him.

"I'm sorry for everything I've done"

And you walked to your room and told Bam to go out to Jungkook. You locked the door and slowly let your body fell to the floor and started crying alone in the darkness.

The next few days y/n was still not talking to Jungkook. She is avoiding that man because she couldn't forget what he said days ago. It's not like she is being angry, no, she just felt guilty for whatever happened and Jungkook couldn't help but to feel guilty too about what happened between him and his cousin. Now, y/n didn't even response when he called her to eat. He always see his cousin come out from the room at midnight and sometimes he woke up at the night just to see y/n tried to cook something. They slowly became apart. His dog, Bam also sad when couldn't play with y/n too. Sometimes, the dog even wait in front of her dog just to make her play with him.

"come on buddy, I'm sure y/n is tired. Let's go sleep bam"

You went to the hospital for your appointment by yourself. Usually,there is Jungkook accompany you but you were still avoiding him and you also went out without his knowing since the man need to bring his dog to vet.

"hi y/n, how are you doing today?"

Jongseong said with a bright smile but you can only response with small nod. The smile on his face automatically dies when he saw how puffy your eyes. He decided to pull his chair and sit in front of you.

"what happen y/n?"

"Jongseong-ah, I-I think I become worse. I started to having hallucination. Everytime I eat the medicine I keep seeing things."

You were not lying. You had did an experiment to not consume the medicine he give and surprisingly you just have same nightmare but not every night and the your mind seems a bit better than the time you consume it. You did some research that certain medicines you have causing this but you didn't expected that bad. You were looking at Jongseong for answer but he just keep staring at you with unexplainable expression. Suddenly, he giggled at nothing and made you more confuse but you stunned at the next words that came out from his mouth.

"That's why I give you that. I want you to become crazy."

"...what?"

You don't know what to say at this moment. Jongseong still looked at you with his smile and standing up from his seat then walked around the room.

"Those medicines I gave to you have some side effects like having hallucination but it's not that bad. So, I added something into your food and drinks everytime."

"...my...food?"

"Yes!!! I break into your house and pour the drugs into your drinks because you have a mini fridge in your room.Even though your cousin had installed cctv I still have my ways to go through hehe. Also, do you remember the night? The day you were crying because you think Jimin is still alive? That was me actually,bunny. Ahh when I feel your body close to me, I nearly faint but Jungkook such a bummer. If he hadn't appear that time, we would have a sweet kiss y/n"

"bullshit"

That's only the word you could mumbled after heard what Jongseong said. It's so disgusting to know that he stay in your room and do something bad. How can you fall in love with this person? The man was amused at how you glared at him. You still looked cute even your look at him show hatred.

"Bunny, I didn't like bad words coming from your mouth. You are too pure to said that."

You had enough. You need to get out from this room. But just when you wanted to stand up,someone behind you had injected you at the neck and slowly your eyes shut and the last thing you heard was

"Only I deserve you"

You woke up from your sleep and winced at the sudden headache. You felt unfamiliar at the scent in the room then you started to remember what happened before you fainted. You quickly sit up but failed when you noticed both of your hands had been cuffed to the bed and your clothes has been changed to a white hospital gown. The thought of Jongseong changing your clothes bring shivers to your body.

"How was your sleep,bunny?"

The voice startled you and made me yelp a little. Jongseong giggled as he slowly walked closer to you and watching how you tried to step back from him even you couldn't.

"Do you want anything? Food or water?"

"Please let me go Jongseong. Please, I'm begging you!!!"

"No y/n. Why would I let you go when I want you at the first place? Isn't it dumb for me to let you go when I finally got you?"

"You are crazy"

"Says the one who having hallucination about his late fiance"

"You knew ....Jimin?"

"yes darling I am park jongseong, his younger brother. Do you remember me?"

Your silence made Jongseong sighed but he didn't care about it. He sat in front of you and started telling a story on how both of you first meet to the point he's following you everywhere just to get know about you. You were terrified when he said he knew exactly your habit and something that only you knew about it.

"-and I still remember how excited you were when Jimin proposed to you. I was there when it's happening and it made me want to kill him so bad. You rejected my confession when we were high school but you accepted my brother confession after a year. Can you feel how angry and sad I am that time? That's why I decided to make this plan.I sabotaged his car and that's why he's dead so he can't bother our life anymore."

"You're stupid. How could you? Jimin is your brother!!"

"I don't care!!! You are mine y/n not him. I'm glad you believed the pictures of Jimin going to someone else house. He is not cheating but I need to do that so we can be together."

"You fucker. Once I get out of here, you will get arrested."

"Are you sure you can get out of here y/n?"

"Yes I can. Jungkook will find me and help me get out of here."

"I love how confident you are but too bad I am one step ahead"

Once again, you got injected and all your movements stopped. Jongseong watched you until you really unconscious. He pulled your bed out from the room and bring to another room which has some equipment in it.

"Let's start the electroshock therapy."

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yukimiyaa · 3 years

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shoyo, akaashi and kenma wedding hcs

WEDDING HEADCANONS ♡

OMG POPPY SAMA ALWAYS HERE TO UNFLOP ME ILYSM m.list

༶•┈┈┈ hinata shoyo

he doesn't realize it straight away but when he does, he's kinda hesitant that a rejection could ruin your friendship so he keeps it alow

but later on he gathers all his courage and just blurts out his confession while on a bicycle ride back home, a cold starless night. just the two of you and only the silence or one or two cars passing by. - a nervous wreck

but when you return his feelings, he's an overjoyed baby; the brightest smile, sparkling eyes with a crimson blush on his face.

he can't believe himself, will probably ask you to pinch him

your relationship is just ... so happy, bright and energetic?? hinata never misses to cheer you up on days you're feeling down and you never miss to take care of him enough, sharing every sweet moment and being there for each other

it's one night in his away volleyball games when he's suddenly like I should propose. no I will propose

when he's back he has no idea how to propose, so basically the process begins all over. it's just like how he confessed

you say yes and he's about to faint. pls hold him.

"ok then tomorrow—", "shoyo it doesn't work that way—"

for the wedding it's more pleasant with pretty lightings, decorations and all. lots of sweet treats and flower girls and children running around.

hinata is just SO happy to be able to spend the rest of his life with his favourite person. waking up to you every morning, you waiting for him with dinner ready on the table and every moment he will share laughing with you.

it's just like a dream come true to him

༶•┈┈┈ akaashi keiji

somebody from the volleyball club had said they're always open for new managers so you thought why not.

when you enter everybody is practicing but some boy with blue eyes notices you coming through

"are you the new manager?"

it takes a bit long for you to respond. you'd been completely lost, it's like you've seen colours when you saw him. "y-yes-"

it's the same for him too, he stares blankly with wide eyes but that doesn't quite express by the tone he talked in

"welcome, I'll introduce you to the team and if you need anything just let me know"

he's totally not obvious with his feelings around you but helps you with homework, waits for you to finish up all the work after practice and even walks you home.

it takes you a bit too long to finish cleaning up one day but you still find akaashi waiting for you at the door.

"you didn't go home? it'll take me longer to finish up from this week since the preliminaries and nationals are coming up so you can leave early I don't mind"

"no it's pretty late so I thought I'd accompany you. I need to make sure you got home safe" he said rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, looking away to hide the blush creeping up and all you can do is give him a fond smile

while you two walk in comfortable silence he suddenly speaks up to confess

it's short, unsugarcoated and simple yet so delightful and charming, you figured it's just his manner

of course you accepted and this is the first time you've seen akaashi keiji blush so hard LIVE. he's just ecstatic right now. "so I guess from now I on I don't have to find some excuse to wait for you"

your relationship is so mature istg it's perfect, something anybody would want

akaashi knows exactly what you need and when you need it.

has reminders on his phone and asks you before hand if you remember the upcoming important event

always organized and prepared <3

you two were out at 2 am for some emergency grocery shopping when he proposed on your way back. snow gradually starting to fall and the dim lights of the few stores open around where you two stood

when you said yes he's in seventh heaven. he just can't express what he's feeling at the moment. you're surprised akaashi out of all people is a mess right now

it'd be an outdoor wedding and akaashi would do half the work. of course you two planned it together but he didn't give you the headache to call, invite and set a wedding planner and all the other work that comes with it

when he sees you walking down the aisle in your wedding dress he's absolutely mesmerized. he wonders how he even managed to get someone as elegant as you

it's the best day of his life, he's literally floating <33

༶•┈┈┈ kozume kenma

you two met in a restaurant

of course kenma isn't the type to call just anybody a friend but it was something about you he felt comfortable around

building up a bond ever since, you two hung out more often

he's definitely aware that he had caught feelings but wouldn't be the first one vocal about it

until one day he just invites you over to his penthouse for a game date

"woah kenma this penthouse is huge you never told-"

"wanna live in here from now on?"

and theres a short pause

"are you for real or-"

"yes"

and that's whereby it got to the wedding day. how he proposed is still blurry and all. it was so rushed you can barely remember

"kenma the delivery guy dropped this little box at the door and-" and the box is snatched by an embarrassed little wild cat

"o-oh this - n-no I mean-" you're dumbfounded at kenma's sudden out of character act. it's hard to find him off guard or all nervous. or at least his face expression

"actually no give me your hand-" you do as he says and he slides a ring down your ring finger and proposes

the wedding isn't all that huge despite of all the money he has. it was kenma's decision to not make it all crowded since he didn't quite like being in a mob of people and you would obviously respect it

it was held at your penthouse just close friends and family

kenma might not show it but he's on cloud nine. to be able to spend his entire life with the person he values the most and maybe the penthouse won't echo due to emptiness anymore either

not proofread also I'm sorry if everything's rushed ig I'm out of braincells

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heartburriedinvenice · 2 years

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― new hire

kate bishop x reader

summary: in which getting shoved into a dark closet the minute you walked into work by an unfamiliar girl wasn't exactly how you thought you would start your night, but at this point what could you even expect.

warnings: mild cursing, depiction of violence, small spoilers for HAWKEYE ( if you haven't watched it, go watch it! )

a / n: i love kate bishop with my whole heart ( pls send more requests for her, i need the christmas vibes )

The sound of holiday music, the bright lights that lined the street, the sight of your breath in the air, and the feeling of cold nipping on your skin accompanied you on your walk to work that night. Clad in a black suit and covered by a long jack and gloves, you craved the feeling of the heaters in the kitchen of the event and the bets your co-workers and you all would secretly place to see who would collect the most tips from the guest whose pockets were filled with cash. It would be nice, it would be normal, it would be like every other day of work at these types of events. But money was money and that was the kind of thing you needed to worry about when living in New York.

And it was normal, walking in and being hit by the heater, swiping your card to check in, leaving your backpack and coat in the backroom, getting shoved into a supply closet before you could even make it to the kitchen with no warning at all-

Getting shoved into a supply closet with no warning at all? You could hardly hold in the scream that ripped through your throat as you were shoved into darkness, a hand quickly covering your mouth to silence the noise.

“Shh,” the mysterious person pleaded before slowly removing their hand.

“Help! Help me! I-” you cry out at the chance before feeling the hand once again clap down on your mouth.

“Hey hey hey! Okay, no more screaming, I’m not gonna hurt you I promise! Just uh, deep breaths and then I’ll take my hand off,” the voice spoke again, though it was nothing at all threatening, nothing at all that you thought it would be. “You know, inhale and exhale? Right? Okay!”

You did as she said, shakily taking a deep breath as her hand once again left your mouth, you no longer wanting to push it by yelling, your throat already feeling scratchy. You heard the sound of boxes and items clamoring as the girl moved around before a click filled the room and a dim light turned on to reveal the girl in front of you, clad in a black suit like you, yet you had never seen her before. New hire maybe? What a warm welcome she had given you.

Reality settled back in quickly, the absurdity of it all, as the girl stood there staring at you, you staring back, not a word muttered between the two.

“A little crazy out there,” she spoke up, an awkwardly forced laugh accompanying her words, the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. For what were you supposed to talk about when tackled into a closet and what was she supposed to say to the girl in which she had tackled.

“I wouldn’t know, I just got here,” you bite back, knowing if you were gone any longer you were risking the loss of your job. They could replace you easily, you were expendable. There were millions of other girls your age looking for jobs to get by, you were just one of them lucky enough to score something that would keep you off the street in the unbreakable winter.

“Well I’ll fill you in, it’s a little crazy,” she replied.

“Well, I would know if you would let me out of here,” you stated, already over the events of the night, too tired to really even want to care. “Look if you want my shift, take it, I’m working tomorrow anyways, I can just go home. I know it's a blood bath for jobs right now.”

“No I don't want, that's not what…I just needed-” the girl said, struggling to form a sentence.

Though there was this look on her face, one of utter loss and confusion. And then it hit you.

“You don’t work here, do you?” you practically yelled at the new discovery. “Oh my gosh, that’s why I didn't recognize you! I mean I'm sure I would remember someone like you, I mean look at you… and I am getting off-topic…but you don’t work here! You don’t work here?”

“No, I don’t work here,” she whisper pointedly, a sign that reminded you that you probably should be doing the same. Knowing not much would come out of drawing attention to the yelling in the supply closet. “But everyone else out there does not need to know that.”

“Who is everyone else?” you whispered back.

“Gary.”

“Gary?” you asked, more confused than you had been when first shoved into the darkness.

“Yeah Gary, he’s onto me.”

“Gary sucks,” you stated. “He is onto everything that does not involve him. You know, he doesn’t even manage half of the events and still finds the need to make sure everyone is exactly where they are supposed to be”

“Okay so you understand the struggle,” she began. “Look, I know it's a lot to ask from the random girl who shoved you into a closet, and I’m sorry that is how we are meeting, but I could really use some help makings sure no one catches on to me.”

You weren’t exactly sure why you agreed, why you nodded and followed the girl out of the closet. Maybe it was because you were bored, maybe because it was the first exciting thing that had happened in your life in weeks, maybe it was because you hated Gary, maybe it was the idea of some whole underground operation that she had hardly specified, or maybe it was the fact that she was undeniably gorgeous. But whatever it was, you followed the girl to one place you had never been allowed to work, the wine cellar, where the most important clients spent their time at these types of events.

Walking down into the room, a plate of hors d'oeuvre that looked anything but appetizing on your hand, you began to look round the room.

“So what exactly are we looking for?” you whispered to the girl.

“Anything that looks the slightest bit out of place,” she answered. “My mom was talking with this man, Arman Duquesne, and I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel right. You ever just get that feeling that something is wrong and you can’t just not do something about it?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” you replied, taking a deep breath before meeting her eyes. “Then let's figure out why something feels so off.”

There was a moment of silence that fell between the two of you, as the girl scanned the area, her head stopping suddenly on a figure taking a seat in one of the chairs.

“That’s him,” she whispered, beginning to move, you following quickly to her new spot behind a row of wine.

“The guy your mom was talking to?” you asked the obvious.

She nodded, though her tensed shoulders slowly began to relax with the minutes passed of him sitting still, not interacting with anyone, but rather just waiting. Waiting for what exactly, you weren't really sure.

“I never got your name, no nametag, guess I should have noticed that first,” you spoke up in the silence.

“Kate, Kate Bishop,” she smiled, before her gaze set on your name tag. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N L/N.”

“It's nice to meet you, Kate Bishop,” you smiled back, before being drawn away from the girl at the sound of a man's voice collecting everyone to take a seat as an item was brought onto the small stage. “What is this all?”

The man began to show up a giant dinosaur skull, hands shooting into the air with calls of millions of dollars you couldn’t even imagine someone so easily throwing away.

Though before Kate could even begin to explain, the sound of a voice from behind you caused you to wince, slowly turning around to face your co-worker. Putting on a forced, obnoxiously fake smile that you had gotten used to in your line of work, you greeted the blonde man. Doing exactly what you were there to do, cover for Kate, the stranger who may be totally leading you astray. For all you knew, you could definitely be in the wrong, but that night you didn’t care, like some switch flipped in you that said: “fuck it, why not?”.

“Hey Liam, didn’t know you were working tonight,” you greeted, before noticing the plate of drinks he was carrying. “Oh, is that for me, great I can pass these out, thanks!”

Passing the plate to Kate, you looked back at the confused man, who began to speak up, “I thought I was the only one working here tonight?”

“Oh, uh, I just-”

“Gary sent us to work here,” Kate quickly cut in. “So, you know, I would take that up with him.”

Liam seemed to take the answer well, only hesitantly nodding before heading off, you let out the largest breathe the second he was out of sight. Turning towards Kate with a smirk and a quiet laugh, “Oh we are good!”

“Yeah we are,” she smiled, nudging your shoulder unable to high-five you with the plates in both of your hands.

Quick to turn your gaze back to the auction, your eyes were immediately drawn to the sight of an intricate sword being displayed in front of the crowd. “So like I was asked before we were interrupted,” you whispered. “What is this place?

“An underground auction, it has to be, there is no way any of this was legally obtained…” the girl began to trail off, as she rounded the corner of the row of wine, her eyes landing on the man in question, and someone besides him, a look of distraught settling on her feature.

“Hey, Kate, you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just-”

“Who told you to come down here?” the voice was sickeningly familiar, as you once again turned around, a feeling of deja vu washing over you at the repeat of events from only minutes earlier.

Kate was quick to jump in, too quick, “Gary sent us.”

“I’m Garry,” the man stated, not talking anyone's bullshit at that moment, him looking done with any antics that evening. His eyes quickly flickered to you. “Did you let her down here?”

“What, no I just thought I was stationed here-” you began to defend yourself, though not as quick to think as the girl beside you was. “You are always stationed upstairs in the ballroom, always.” Gary scolded. “You are on thin ice, you are lucky you even have this job-”

“It’s my fault, sir, I must have thought she was someone else, I thought you told me earlier this week I was down here,” Kate began to cover, though you both knew deep down that the hole was already dug too deep.

“What’s your name, I would have known where you are supposed to be working tonight,” Gary spoke. “The issue is, you don’t seem at all familiar to me.”

“That’s the problem Gary,” Kate began, her eyes becoming glossy and a frown setting upon her face. “You don’t even know my name. You know this just isn’t gonna work out for me. I quit. And you should be lucky if she doesn’t quit too cause she is the hardest worker we have.”

His gaze quickly flickered to you, who stood confused but quickly straightened up when his eyes met yours, only nodding at Kate’s comment. Kate began to hand her plate over to Garry, you looking at her as she only gave the smallest nod and a look so reassuring that all you could do was hand your tray over too.

“Hey, you can’t just quit. Hold on,” Gary began, only to be stopped as Kate took off, her hand quick to grab yours and drag you along. You knowing going along was smarter than staying at this point, not wanting to deal with being connected to sneaking in someone who was not an employee and breaking the one rule you were not supposed break, that you were only supposed to work where you were told to work.

Slowing down a bit, you silently followed Kate as she dipped in between different cracks and rows in the isles of wine, getting further and further away from the man in question. Finally out of sight, everything hit you at once, you were screwed.

“Oh my gosh, shit, I’m screwed, I'm not gonna have this job anymore,” you ranted in a quiet panic.

“No, no, don't say that it's gonna be fine, you will just tell him it's a huge misunderstanding,” Kate tried to reassure you, but you knew she wasn’t even sure herself. “I am so sorry I dragged you into this. I just thought that maybe I could figure this all out.”

“No don’t apologize, it was my choice to follow you, “ you cut in, allowing your heart rate to settle. “I don’t know, this job sucked anyways, and at least I went out with a bang, better than just getting fired normally. It was kinda fun, pretending and all like I’m someone important doing something actually important for once.”

The girl began to peak, only stopped by the sound of a voice behind you, and for the third time that night you were ready to just disappear. However, the more you listened, the more distant the words sounded, dripped in a heavy accent. Kate’s sight flickered to a door behind you, as she slowly began to look out through the window. This wasn’t Gary, or Liam, or any of your co-workers, but it felt undeniably off. Exactly the thing Kate was looking for, something out of the normal. Footsteps grew closer and closer, and quickly Kate and you dashed against the wall, concealing yourself as a few unfamiliar men walked out. And this time you weren’t so sure about them being new hires. And that's when it all happened too quick to event predict, too quick to ever process in that moment. The explosion threw you to the ground, too loud, as it shook the whole room, the sound of shattering glass filling the room. Alarms blaring, smoke, and the sounds of wires shocking. You felt yourself begin to shake, you scared to even open your eyes.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Kate began to whisper in a panic. “Are you alright? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so? Just a little shaken up, “ you admit. “Are you okay?”

“Still breathing,” she answered.

Kate quickly pulled you up from your position on the ground sitting you up against the row of wine, making sure the both of you were out of view. Deep breathing could be heard from the girl next to you, as screams and cries for help echoed through the cellar. It didn’t feel real, none of it did.

“Stay here,” Kate whispered, her eyes set on something in the distance.

“What? Kate, what are you talking about?” you asked in a panic, not wanting to be alone, too scared to admit the waves of fear crashing onto you.

“I’m gonna get us out of here, just stay here please, it's safer,” she pleaded, befor beginning to crawl away. “I’ll be back, I promise.”

You only nodded, swallowing back the growing nausea in your stomach, as your eyes began to water from all the dust. Unable to speak, you watched as the girl darted away into the smoke of the dark room. Maybe this was it, maybe you really were going out with a bang. And you just sat, hoping that maybe you would get out of there alive. That maybe you could call your mom again, see your cat and the goldfish you had bought on a whim one night after a hard shift at work, sit on your fire escape, and walk through the snow on Christmas eve. Stupid little things that you held onto for some sense of happiness in your life after everything, after the blip, and after struggling to hold down a job. And you met Kate, you met a girl who made you feel more excitement in one night than anyone had before, and deep down you wondered if there could be more nights like that with her. Maybe in more practical circumstances rather than sneaking her into your work. Maybe looking at Christmas lights or watching those stupid, cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies that all were the same, or going ice skating even if you knew you lacked any balance and coordination. Maybe if you got out alive you would maybe be brave and hand her a slip of paper with your number. Cause there was nothing like a bond created through near-death experiences.

Gunshots soon began to echo and clink through the room, you squeeze your eyes tight. She would come back for you, this completely strange but for some reason so trustable girl would come back for you. You jumped at the sudden grasp of your hand, looking up to see a person clad in a dark suit, unable to make out their features.

“Come on, we gotta get you out of here,” they spoke up, not leaving any time for you to agree as they dragged you through the chaos of the room.

“No wait, my friend, well more like an acquaintance, kate, she said she was coming back,” you fought back. “I need to wait for her, I can’t just leave her. What if she comes back? Or what if she’s hurt?”

“She safe,” the masked hero spoke up.

“How do you know?”

“Cause I know, I got her out of here earlier, she was trying to find you but I said I would handle it” they replied, leading you to an open door where people have gathered not too far away, cops filling the area. “Now go, go get home and stay safe.”

“But Kate-”

“You’ll find her out there somewhere, I promise, she’s safe,” they pushed. “And she promised she wouldn’t leave you right? She doesn’t look like someone who would break a promise.”

You only nodded, unable to speak, hardly able to move, but quick to do what you were told as you sprinted out from the door to the safety of the paramedics and the crowd who were quick to sweep you away. Men and women in uniforms taking you to get checked, as bruises and gashes covered your body, but luckily nothing too serious. You were lucky. And even with all the chaos and crowds, all that remained in the front of your mind was the mysterious figure in the suit who saved your life, and the missing girl you swear you would find again.

#hawkeye the series #hawkeye #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #MCU #marvel x reader #kate bishop imagine #hawkeye series #i love kate bishop

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myherowritings · 3 years

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of gold stars and lotus crisps

SUMMARY. You didn’t always get along with your roommate. But with his disarming charm and genuine kindness, you soon found yourself taking a liking to Zhongli and all the little gifts he got for you.

PAIRING. zhongli x reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. roommate au, modern au, fluff

A/N. i’m in love with zhongli, did u know? 😳 anyway i think i had way too much fun writing this ahdjksd so pls enjoy 🥺💓 xx sof

Your roommate wasn’t particularly airheaded, you wouldn’t say. But he did seem to either forget or not care for the mundane, everyday things in life.

Mundane, everyday things such as closing the door as he entered, turning the faucet off after washing dishes, bringing his wallet with him when he went shopping, eating enough meals throughout the day needed to properly sustain his health...

Honestly, you had to wonder how on earth he’s kept himself alive all these years. It wouldn’t surprise you if he was pampered and spoiled rotten all his life. (Though, after getting to know him, you started to realize he did nothing out of malintent and he wasn’t actually a spoiled brat.)

Still, it was annoying at first—you couldn’t lie.

Those weren’t characteristics you wanted in a roommate, but with how high rent was these days, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. You’d rather split rent with someone who seemed fairly harmless, albeit a bit of a handful, than go house-hunting all over again.

In the beginning, it was a chore. Constantly closing the door after him or reminding him to lock it himself, paying attention to the running water in case he left the faucet open and accidentally flooded the place, cooking extra for breakfast so he could have something to eat instead of just skipping the meal— It was a lot to deal with at first.

But he was receptive to communication. After you sat down with him one night and genuinely told him about the things that bothered you, Zhongli tried to be more mindful of his surroundings and checked the sink before leaving the kitchen. He brought his keys with him and closed the door. And he even remembered to bring his wallet whenever the two of you went out to eat together! That was a feat in itself, you had to say.

One thing he never quite got the hang of, however, was not skipping meals due to sheer forgetfulness.

“Did you eat breakfast yet?” you would ask.

He would pause, putting his book or whatever else was capturing his attention at the time down. “Breakfast… I’m afraid I can’t remember if it was yesterday or the day before when I last ate it.”

And that simply wouldn’t do.

You found yourself waking up a little earlier before Zhongli had to go to work and cooking a little more than usual in order to ensure he had something to eat. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, after all! You couldn’t just let your roommate (and friend) miss the best meal.

It became more and more frequent for the two of you to eat breakfast together to start your day, bonding as you passed a pitcher of orange juice and shared smiles as the sun shined through the glass windows.

Mornings became a million times more pleasant with him around.

And it wasn’t as if your friendship was purely one-sided, with you giving more than you were getting. In his own ways, Zhongli would express his gratitude and liking towards you.

Most days, he’d come home from work or from hanging out with his friends with a gift in his hands. Whether it be a shiny figurine from an anime you liked or an obscure snow globe with indecipherable writings on it, he would offer it to you with a wide-eyed look on his face, as if he was deliberately gauging your reaction.

“Y/N, would you care for this gift? It reminded me of you and I thought you would like it.”

Or—

“You said you were a fan of this show, correct? I’m not sure who the character on this sweatshirt is, but it seems to suit you.”

Soon, you found all of Zhongli’s gifts to you taking up a whole corner in your room, from the clothes in the dresser to the trinkets resting on the shelves atop. You couldn’t help but smile fondly whenever you glanced at it.

The routine became second nature, with you cooking meals for him and eating breakfast and sometimes even dinner together, him giving you random gifts and treating you out (when he remembered to bring his wallet, of course). The two of you seemed to settle into a nice, content rhythm. That was, until the past few days when you started feeling an odd flutter in your stomach and an unfamiliar race of your heart in Zhongli’s presence.

You didn’t sense those physiological changes when you were around him before… Why was it happening now?

After hours of thinking, you came to the conclusion that these symptoms could only be one of two things: Either you randomly caught the case of a stomach bug, or you developed a crush on your roommate.

You couldn’t say which would be worse.

And to add insult to injury, you were having this sudden revelation only minutes before Zhongli’s arrival back home. He was out for the weekend and would be here for dinnertime.

You decided to make a meal of Bamboo Shoot Soup with Lotus Flower Crisps for dessert— Something a little fancier than usual and something you knew he liked, and for some reason, you felt nervous at the thought of him tasting your cooking this time. It was often the case you cooked for yourself and made enough for him to have some servings, but today, you wanted to make things he enjoyed in hopes of having him be pleased by the effort you put in.

Sure, he would’ve appreciated a sloppily put together Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich, but an annoying part of you couldn’t help but seek praise from your crush for a dish you put your heart into.

Soon enough, you heard the familiar jingling of keys and unlocking of the door as Zhongli stepped inside, slipping his shoes off and removing his overcoat. From the corner of your eye, you saw him pull out a small box from the inner pocket of his coat and slip it into the pocket of his slacks.

“Hi, Zhongli! Welcome home,” you greeted from the kitchen as you shut the stove off. “You came just in time for me to finish making dinner.”

Home. Was calling your shared space ‘home’ strange? It seemed oddly domestic and you felt your heartbeat pick up speed. It felt right to call it home, and that made you nervous.

“It smells delectable,” said Zhongli with a smile, rolling his sleeves up his forearms before he washed his hands in the sink. While he dried off, he watched as you scooped the contents of the pot into two bowls. “The bamboo looks perfectly cooked and the pork seems tender and succulent. It’s lovely; thank you for taking the time to cook it, Y/N.”

You felt heat flood your cheeks at his flood of praises, puffing your chest up ever so slightly. “Well, maybe you should taste it first before you shower me in compliments— What if it’s not as good as it looks?”

“Having knowledge of your culinary skills from past experiences, I believe it’s unlikely for this meal to be anything less than delicious.” He helped you carry the bowls and utensils to the dining room table, sitting down in front of you with a fond look on his face.“After all, you made it.”

Stuffing your mouth full of bamboo shoots to prevent a dopey look from spreading and inevitably outing your newfound crush on him, you mumbled a quick, “Thanks.”

He nodded, promptly settling into a comfortable silence as he enjoyed every bite of the soup. Like usual, the meal was on the quieter side, save for his occasional compliments and hums of satisfaction as he ate your cooking.

“Somehow, you manage to outdo yourself each time,” he commended as he finished his bowl, carefully folding his napkin in a neat square after dabbing it across his mouth. “Thank you for the meal and company, Y/N.”

“Of course. I always enjoy having dinner with you.”

“Maybe tomorrow, you would allow me to take you out for dinner at Xinyue Kiosk? You recently expressed an interest in having Yue cuisine so I managed to talk to the owner and secure a reservation.”

Your eyes widened. Xinyue Kiosk was known for having a waitlist that was over three-months long— Travellers from overseas waited years just to get a taste of their Fullmoon Egg and Golden Crab.

Just a few days ago, you told Zhongli you were craving some Crystal Shrimp from the restaurant and, while he wasn’t fond of seafood, he promised he’d take you to get some soon. Now, you knew he had some pretty powerful connections through his line of work, but you didn’t know it was strong enough to wiggle his way past a three-month waitlist.

Did he sell his left kidney for a spot? you wondered, only half-joking.

“Xinyue Kiosk? Tomorrow?” you repeated, wanting to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you.

“Yes, tomorrow.” He hesitated, an unfamiliar flash of uncertainty crossing his features. “Unless, of course, you are unable to accompany me or do not wish to do so— I apologize if I have made any rash assumptions—”

“No, no! That’s not it at all! I’d love to go with you! I was just surprised you got a reservation on such short notice,” you said hurriedly, shaking your head. “But maybe I shouldn’t be too shocked; you are amazing after all.”

“You flatter me. I simply called in on a favor once I found out you wanted to dine on some Yue cuisine,” he brushed off nonchalantly. “It’s the least I could do for you.”

“The least you could do for me is take me on a fancy date to the most exclusive restaurant in Liyue Harbor, hmm?” you teased. “Is this a grand gesture of your affection towards me?”

“Yes.”

His answer was so straightforward and brief, you almost didn’t catch it. “P-pardon?”

Zhongli smiled but didn’t say a word in response.

Was he just joking around and teasing you back? Your stomach churned in excitement but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. You tried to shake off your nerves.

There was a beat of silence.

“I made some Lotus Flower Crisps for us—!” “Would you care for a gift I got you—?”

The two of you blurted out your sentences at the same time, trying to patch the lapse of quiet from settling in.

“Apologies,” said Zhongli, tilting his head to the side. “What were you saying again?”

“Oh, no, it’s fine! You can go first!”

He studied you closely but eventually relented. “If you’re sure.” Zhongli stood up to gingerly pull a mint-colored box out of his pocket, walking around the table until he was next to you. “I was only saying I stopped by the jewelers on the way home from work and picked this up for you.”

A silly smile spread across your face as you accepted the box into your hands. The jewelry box itself felt durable and luxe, and you opened it up to see cushions of velvet holding a delicate-looking necklace in place. The chain was gold and shiny and there was a small star pendant in the center.

“Stars are bright and brilliant and never fail to light up the darkness. Such a necklace seemed only fitting for the likes of you.”

Your stomach felt like dolphins were flipping and doing tricks inside. Comparing someone to a star didn’t seem like a ‘just roommates’ thing to do, but you’d rather not assume anything only to be let down. So instead, you just grinned. “It’s beautiful— I love it so much, Zhongli! Thank you.”

“I’m glad it’s to your liking. Do you need any assistance putting it on?”

“I’d appreciate that very much,” you said with a nod, watching as his nimble fingers removed the chain from the velvet cushion and gently draped it around you.

The cool metal brushed against your warm skin, startling you enough that you almost jumped up in your seat. But that feeling of shock didn’t compare to the sparks that came when Zhongli rested his palm against the nape of your neck, taking his time to secure the gold clasp.

“It’s 24 karat gold which means the pendant, though small, may be more malleable than jewelry made of alloyed gold. If you wish to engage in more strenuous physical activities it may be best to take it off then to keep the piece in best condition. Only if that’s to your interest, of course. It’s yours and you may do with it whatever you please.” He removed his fingers from the back of your neck and you felt disappointed at the loss of warmth. “All that to say… I hope you like it.”

Zhongli seemed to have a shy look on his face, a stark contrast from his usually confident and self-assured features. As if he didn’t look cute enough already, you internally swooned.

“Are you kidding? I love it!” You threw your arms over his shoulders, overjoyed at your new gift. A pure, 24 karat gold piece wasn’t something that sounded inexpensive, and you’d be sure to treasure it for as long as you could. “Thank you so, so much, Zhongli.”

“You’re more than welcome.” He looked happy that you were happy, smiling as he admired the delicate chain of jewelry around your neck. “It looks stunning on you.”

You glowed at his flattery, but attempted to play it off with a small shrug. “Only because you have good taste.”

“What use is good taste if not to complement the recipient of the present?” said Zhongli, taking a seat back down on the chair across from you. “Now, what were you saying earlier?”

There was a moment of confusion before you remembered the dessert you made for him cooling on the counter.

“Oh, right!” You stood up in excitement, bouncing over to the kitchen to pull out a tray of Lotus Flower Crisps. “I made these for you,” you said nervously, placing the sweets in the center of the dining table. “It’s probably not as good of a gift as the necklace you got but—”

“It’s better,” he said with certainty.

You blinked. “Better?”

“Yes. After all, you made it.” His voice was confident and his smile was firm as he looked fondly at you. “A gift that requires time and effort to create is the best one a person could receive.” He admired the blooming fried pastry, gently touching the part that was meant to resemble a petal. “Maybe I can make you a gift instead of buying it one day as well.”

“I’d appreciate anything from you,” you said plainly. “If you came home with a half-off candybar, I’d love it nonetheless.”

Zhongli chuckled, taking a bite of a Lotus Flower Crisp. “You’re very generous. That’s just one thing I like about you.”

You grew bashful. Just one? Then what were the other things?

“This tastes absolutely delicious, by the way,” he said, the last piece of his pastry disappearing between his lips, the pink tip of his tongue poking out to sweep a loose crumb off the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for making this, Y/N.”

Forcibly tearing your gaze away from his lips, you took a drink of water to clear your dry throat. “You’re welcome. I’m happy you think so. I was worried the taste wouldn’t be to your liking.”

“No need to worry then, I trust in your culinary skills completely.”

You shared a smile as you ate the pastry in contentment. The sweet crispness of the pink flower felt light in your stomach, the perfect dessert to complement the mood.

Once the two of you were stuffed full, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to your conversation at the beginning of the night.

“So…” you trailed off, promptly gathering Zhongli’s full attention. “Earlier, when I asked if dinner at Xinyue Kiosk would be a date and a way for you to show your affection and you said yes… You weren’t joking around?”

“I wouldn’t jest about such a thing,” he stated. “Besides, I was talking to Aether about you and he said we were practically dating already. I wasn’t too sure what he meant at first, but apparently it’s not commonplace for roommates to give each other gifts and spend meals together like this.”

You flushed, having the decency to look sheepish. “Well, I guess he’s right about that. Not that it really matters what’s common or not as long as we both enjoy it,” you said assuredly despite your fluttering heart. You found your hand gravitating towards the small star pendant around your neck. You held it between your thumb and forefinger, finding both comfort and courage in the smooth metal. “Still… I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of dating.”

He smiled when he noticed you holding onto the gift he got for you. “I agree. With you as a partner, the prospect of dating doesn’t sound particularly tedious. Perhaps a nice dinner out would be a good starting point into something more… Official, I believe is the word Aether used?”

Official. You quite liked the sound of that. “I’d love that. A real, official date sounds nice,” you said with a grin, removing your hands from your necklace only to place it over his, clasping them gently. “Anything to spend more time with you.”

Zhongli gave you a gentle squeeze back. “It’s a date then. And I’m rather looking forward to it.”

Fondly, you wondered how your roommate who you once could barely even stand turned into someone so important to you. You went from two objects repelling each other in space, to a binary star system, gravitational bound together.

“I’m looking forward to it too.”

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aithorin · 3 years

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An Exception to the Rule - All Smite x Reader (18+)

Summary: Now All Smite was by no means a hero. In fact, he was quite literally the opposite, but for you he might be willing to make an exception.

Warnings: Mentions/threats of rape (nothing actually happens), Villain Au, Villain!All Might, Blood and violence, Threats of violence, Slight gore, hostage, Protective!All Might (i.e. he basically goes on a rampage cause someone tries to hurt you), Soft ending with hurt/comfort

Rated M for violence

Flying through the city, a smirk made its way onto All Might’s face as he heard a scream echo throughout the night. God, he reveled in the chaos. The chaos that he created. His very presence had allowed the chaos in Japan to fester and grow throughout, and thus every time he heard crimes being committed, his chest swelled with pride. It made his ego surge to watch the fruit of his efforts be harvested and taken advantage of. There was just something so immensely satisfying about it, knowing that every villain in Japan owed the success of their crimes to him. It provided a rush of gratifying adrenaline like no other.

Deciding he had a few minutes to spare, All Might quickly set course towards the sound of the disruption. At the very least, it would provide some entertainment. But, depending on what they were doing to the unfortunate soul, he might even decide to join in. It would be a nice way to unwind before going home to you. God knows how much fun he had seeing the way people cowered at the very sight of him.

Landing silently behind the group, he quietly observed the scene unfold, trying to decide if he wanted to step in.

“Eh this one’s a looker, isn’t she boys? Before the night’s over, I think I’ll use her for the whore that she is.” The one All Might assumed to be the leader taunted, stepping forward to tower over their victim.

Manic laughter floated throughout the air as the two lackeys accompanying him moved in to completely surround their target. “That sounds like a great idea boss! You always have the best ideas. Can we get a turn too? Please. Please. Please!” The one on the right begged.

“Maybe once she’s unconscious. You know it’s only fun for me when they’re awake so I can see the look of fear in their eyes. God, just the thought of it is giving me a hard on already.” The leader chuckled out.

”Pl-please,” A woman’s shaky, frightened voice whimpered out, “let me go. I-I have money. Just tell me what you want!”

At the sound of the woman’s voice, the blood in All Might’s veins turned ice cold. That-that was your voice. And just like that, the overwhelming pride he had been feeling moments ago withered away, consumed by something much more deadly-a feral rage. How dare they talk to you like that? How dare they even try to lay their hands on you? Fists clenched and shaking in anger, All Might stalked towards them, blue eyes blazing and filled with an unquenchable, seething bloodlust.

Unaware of their impending doom, a harsh slap echoed through the night as the leader thug slammed your head into the dumpster you were backed against. He looked down at you, sneering, “Shut up, bitch! You’ll be lucky if you make it out of here alive tonight. You should be grateful that I’m even considering it.”

“I’d leave the girl alone if you know what’s good for you.” A gravelly voice spoke from behind.

Turning around halfway, the leader scoffed, not even bothering to see who the person was. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it? This one’s ours, so why don’t you scram before I decide to kill you t-”

He was cut off as a hand shot out, quick as lightning, to wrap around his throat. Before he could even register what was happening, the thug’s eyes bulged as the hand began choking him. He felt himself being lifted 3 feet into the air, and soon came face to face with a set of flaming blue eyes. At the sight of them, his body went stiff in fear. The rest of the newcomer’s face was hidden by the shadows of the night, but just the sight of his eyes were enough to make the thug cower.

“Who….the….hell….are….you?” The leader gasped out, vision going spotty from his quickly draining air supply.

Letting out a sinister chuckle, the newcomer stepped into the light emitting from a nearby streetlamp. Seeing who it was, the leader’s mouth went dry as a sweat broke out on his forehead. His already tight throat closed up even more causing his breath to come out in wheezes as a chill of fear worked its way down his spine, causing his body to tremble in mid-air.

“Al-All...Might” He rasped out, hands pointlessly tugging on the one large hand curled around his throat.

A wicked smile crept onto All Might’s face. “Good,” He purred out, “You know who I am, so there’s no need for introductions. Maybe you aren’t a complete imbecile.”

Tilting his head to study his prey, All Might reconsidered, “Although it is hard to believe you actually possess a brain, considering you tried to steal something of mine.”

Nodding his head toward your shaking, huddled form a few feet away, All Might’s face hardened. “That girl over there belongs to me, and you just tried to touch her. Now if you remember anything about me, you should know that I don’t share. Do you want to know what happens to people who try to take things that belong to me?”

Eyes darting back and forth, the thug frantically shook his head as much as he could while being held in All Might’s grip. “Pl-please… I-I… didn’t know!”

Ignoring the man’s pleas completely, all the previous traces of being dangerously coy with the thug were wiped away as All Might murderously intoned, “They die.”

With that, All Might began to squeeze the hand wrapped around the man’s throat even tighter. Garbled chokes escaped the man’s lips as with each passing second All Might added more and more force. Reveling in the sound, a sadistic, twisted grin made its way onto All Might’s face. If he was feeling generous, he could have just snapped the man’s neck and been done with it, but that would have been too easy. The bastard had to pay for what he did, and so All Might made sure to drag it, delighting in the way the man’s neck slowly began to crack in his grasp as the life drained from his eyes. Sickening sounds floated into the air, mixtures of bone breaking and strangled gasps as the man gagged on his own saliva. His hands flailed, desperately clawing at the limb wrapped around his neck in a futile attempt to break free. Much too soon for All Might’s liking though, the thug’s efforts slowed before stopping altogether, his hands falling lifelessly back down to his side.

Letting out a sneer, All Might finally released him from his grasp letting his body carelessly crumple to the ground with a revolting thud. “How pathetic, he didn’t even last 2 minutes.”

Taking one last glance at the body, he kicked it to the side before turning his attention toward the two lackeys trembling in the corner. Blinded by bloodlust, he stalked toward them, licking his lips in anticipation and clenching his hands together, imagining their necks were in between them.

All Might was almost upon them when a flash of movement captured the corner of his eye. Momentarily ignoring his prey, he shifted his body slightly and caught sight of you, shivering in a seated position with your arms wrapped tightly around your legs while slowly rocking back and forth. Gooseflesh had broken out along your skin from the chilly night air, only agitated by the cold sweat that had broken out upon your brow from the night’s events. Stray hairs stuck to your skin as wide, fearful (e/c) eyes looked up to lock with his own, and instantly All Might felt his bloodlust melt away, replaced by an overwhelming need to go to you.

Spinning back around, he addressed the two lackeys quivering in the corner. He pointed a disgusted, raging scowl at the thugs before thundering his ultimatum. “You have exactly 5 seconds to get out of my sight. Otherwise, you’re gonna end up like your boss over there.” He stated, throwing a finger back over his shoulder in the direction of the corpse.

Leaning down, he pulled both of them up by the collar of their necks. “And if I ever catch you even looking at this girl, trust me when I say you won’t live to tell anyone about it. But, feel free to tell your buddies about what happened here tonight. It’ll be a good reminder to everyone out there about what happens when you try to take something that belongs to me. Remember boys, I. Don’t. Share. So spread the word that this girl’s mine.”

Then, without another word, All Might threw them towards the opening of the alley. Not needing to be told twice, they scrambled back, hightailing it out of there. Watching them go, a small smirk passed over his face at their show of naivety. He’d let them go, for now. He had more important matters to take care of. But come tomorrow, they’d be dead. All Might was nothing if not a man of his word, and so they, too, would have to pay with their lives for trying to steal from him. He could see it now. The look of shock their faces would portray at his appearance tomorrow. The way it would morph into a look of fear as he approached them. And finally, the acceptance that would fill their eyes as he squeezed the life out of them, realizing, at last, that he had never intended to let them truly escape. Yes, tomorrow would be a very good day indeed.

Turning around, he started to approach you, making slow, small steps when your face darted up in fear, like a deer caught in headlights. Seeing that it was just him, All Might watched your tense body start to relax as you buried your head back into your legs. Reaching you, he squatted down to be eye level with you, hesitantly reaching an arm out to place it on your shoulder. Now that you were no longer in danger, All Might felt unsure of what to do. He didn’t know how to comfort someone in distress as he was much more used to being the one causing the distress. Finally, he decided to settle for asking basic yet somewhat obvious questions.

“Are you alright?” He gruffed out.

Hearing no reply, a worry that he tried to push away started to creep into his mind the longer you stayed silent. Were you hurt? Had he gotten there too late? Had they touched you? He started to become lost in thoughts until a sudden force jolted him out of it. Looking down, he saw that you had attached yourself to his body, clutching at him like your life depended on it. He debated with himself for a few moments before choosing to reciprocate the gesture, wrapping his large arms around you and encasing you within his body heat. At his touch, your body started to shake with silent sobs, tears from your eyes beginning to wet his shirt. You stayed that way for a long time, bodies holding onto each other as you tried to process the events from the night. All Might didn’t say anything, choosing to offer you support quietly for as long as you needed it. Eventually though, your cries subsided and your frame slumped against him, exhausted from everything that had happened.

Eyes heavy, you were vaguely aware of your body shifting as All Might stood up. Lifting you with ease, he placed you into both of his arms, saying “Come on. Let’s go home.”

Slowly being lulled to sleep by the rhythm of his footsteps, a feeling of warmth and safeness washed over you. Right before you drifted to sleep, an inkling of a smile crossed over your face as you thought of the irony that you felt completely protected in the arms of the number one villain. With him, you knew that he would always be there to keep you safe. Although he was a villain, if tonight had proven anything, it seemed that you were an exception to the rule.

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JUST FOR FUN pt 3

read parts one and two

toji fushiguro x f!reader

warnings: slight exhibitionism (?) smut obvi degradation slightly rough overstim

You had been swamped with Clan meetings, your advisers grueling over details in order to get you to agree. You under no circumstances wanted to lose your seat as the head of the clan, and work became even more stressful with this weighing over you.

“No sassy remark? That’s not like you, you’re usually quite the brat when you see me,” Toji commented leaning on the wall.

This man had to be sculpted by the gods, he had to be. His shirt would always cling to his build so well, each muscle noticeable. You were snapped out of your daze, by your phone ringing seeing that Jai was calling. You quickly picked up with a groan.

“We all decided to set a deadline for you to pick out your offer before we pick out one for you. You have until the end of this week, think wisely,” Jai said and your eyes widened.

“Jai, that’s such a short time to give me something this important, I need a bit more,” You said and you could see her shaking her head.

“Sunday midnight, take it or leave it,” She said and you sighed.

“Yes, I’ll see you when I get home,” You said and hung up.

You groaned but quickly fixed your composure, remembering that Toji was in the room with you.

“Something wrong?” He asked and you shook your head shooing him out.

The next few days were spent with you going over hoth proposal’s in depth, and rewriting whatever parts you didn’t agree with, and then sending them back. It seems as if the Gojo Clan’s offer would suit you the best as Kai was willing to allow you to remain head as long as you wanted to. You were sitting in your office as Toji walked in, but before you could say anything your phone rang, The contact name flashed and all you saw was Kai as you quickly picked up.

“Yes, hello Kai, what happened?” You asked and Toji raised his eyebrow as he heard the male name.

“I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to get lunch tomorrow so we could talk more in depth about what’s to come,” He said and he seemed to be walking around.

“Listen, I need more time to think about your marriag-“ You yelped as Toji quickly picked you up from your chair, sat down and then pulled you down on his lap.

He slipped your heels off, not wanting for them to dig into his thighs and then propped your feet up onto his thighs. He proceeded to hike your skirt up and rip your stocking down the middle.

“Well, don’t be a brat your future husband is waiting on the line for you,” Toji growled in your ear and you gulped as you frantically nodded.

“(y/n) are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?” Kai asked and your eyes widened as you felt Toji slip a finger in.

“Ah sorry! I-i just hit my foot, yeah foot is all,” You said in a strained voice.

“Ah, if its alright I’d like to talk a bit about the proposal while I have you here?” He asked and you quickly said yes while Toji slipped in another finger and began rubbing your clit.

“Such a sloppy pussy for me baby, does this turn you on huh?” Toji rasped in your ear and you could only whimper in response.

“(y/n)? Are you sure you’re okay? I could call later if you’re busy,” Kai asked and Toji’s pace quickened.

“If you want to cum at all today you better stay on that fucking phone, while I make you come apart on my fingers and then my cock, is that clear you whore?” Toji asked and you nodded while you felt your core tighten.

“N-No, nows fine, as you were saying yes details,” You quickly replied as you felt Toji’s fingers move in deeper.

Kai and you, well mainly Kai as you could feel yourself going stupid on Toji’s fingers continued to speak about details of the proposal while Toji degraded you in your ear. You quickly felt your first orgasm approaching, your eyes widened as Toji only continued to go faster.

“You’re gonna cum for me while on the phone with another man? How naughty can you be hm? And here I thought I reminded you last time as to just who this pussy belongs to. You’re mine, all of you is mine especially this sloppy hole. I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out on my cock baby, and you’re gonna enjoy it all isn’t that right? Cause you’re my good whore,” Toji said in your ear and you tightened around his fingers while your eyes got glassy from all the pleasure.

You simply nodded your head quickly while trying to zone in on Kai’s voice, who was telling you which restaurant you’d be meeting at lunch for tomorrow, but Toji made it difficult. He demanded with his fingers for all your attention to be on him but you couldn’t give into him, not yet. You felt your orgasm racing at you and your eyes widened as you desperately looked at him, pleading for him to let you end the call.

“No ending the call before you gush all over my fingers pretty girl,” Toji whispered and you nodded.

“(y/n) what are your favorite kind of flowers? I wanna make sure I bring you something nice to lunch,” He said and you thought long and hard.

“O-Oh um, (flower name) are my favorites, you’re so kind K-Kai,” you stuttered as Toji picked up his pace and began to tease your clit.

“Alright beautiful, I’ll make sure to bring them then, is 3:00 pl good for lunch?” He asked and Toji bit down on your neck making you squeal.

“S-Sorry! I just got excited yeah 3 sounds good see-“ Your voice got cut off as Toji had made you cum and you went silent, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle your moan while Toji quickly grabbed it making sure you couldn’t.

“(y/n) are you sure you’re okay? Should I bring you anything to your job? I’m worried,” Kai said sweetly but you quickly assured him you were fine before hanging up and glaring at Toji.

“You’re an asshole my goodness, do you know how embarrassing that was?” You asked and he shrugged.

“With the way you were clamping down on my fingers I’d say someone was enjoying themselves a lot,” Toji said and you rolled your eyes.

He only raised an eyebrow before slipping a hand to your throat squeezing slightly before kissing your roughly causing you to whimper.

“I still have to fuck you stupid on my cock? Or did you think this was enough to satisfy a cock hungry slut like yourself hm?” Toji asked in a condescending tone, which caused you to clench around nothing.

Toji quickly lifted you up with one arm using the other to bring his pants and boxers down and then teased your entrance with the head of his cock, letting it gather up your juices, you whined. You already wanted to feel him in here yet here he was toying with you, which caused you to take control and fully sink down on him. He let out a groan before pushing you forward on your desk pinning your head down. He began to stand up bringing your legs down and fully pulled out before slamming back in, causing you to moan. Your back arched as you desperately tried to meet his thrusts only for him to hold your waist and slow down teasing you.

“Come on beg like a bitch in heat and I might give you what you want,” He whispered in your ear and you began to incoherently beg for him.

The only things that came out of your mouth were pleads with begs for more as Toji could only smirk. If only the man you were supposed to be marrying could see you now, mascara running, with drool coming out of your mouth pleading for him to take you. Toji lifted you up to press flat against his chest and began to suck and bite on your neck making sure to leave marks.

“Toji please! Please daddy fuck me harder. I want more please,” You slurred which seemed to be enough as he picked up the pace and began to reach deeper which had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Toji slipped a hand down to toy with your clit as he wanted you to be the first to cum before him. You grabbed onto his arm and began to squirm away as you felt a different kind of pleasure build up.

“No, no stop Toji please,” You begged but he only smirked and repositioned himself to hit deeper.

“Oh no, you take what I give you whore, do I make myself clear? If I’m gonna make you squirt on my cock you take it like the good bitch you are yeah?” Toji said and you only whined in response.

You felt your vision go white as you came around his cock clenching him hard as you squirted, making a mess out of yourself and him. You felt embarrassed after, hiding your face from him as your legs wobbled from standing up. You felt utterly humiliated but Toji, he felt drunk on the sheer amount of control he had over you.

“Now come on, I know you can give daddy another one,” He said before starting to thrust again while you moaned softly.

You felt extremely overstimulated, only being able to focus on Toji and how deep he was inside you, just like Toji wanted you. He wanted to make sure that he left you broken, no other man would be able to pleasure you like him, and you'd come crawling right back. He loved the way your pussy would suck him in, it was practically made for him with the way he fucked you. You felt your orgasm build up and looked behind you to see Toji looking down to watch the way his cock slid in and out of you. He began grunting softly and you knew he was close as well so you decided to clench around him hard.

“Fuck, you don’t know how insane this pussy drives me,” He said and you mewled at the praise.

Soon you both finished you caught your breath as Toji held you up before sitting down bringing you with him causing you to whine.

“Let’s just stay like this for five,” He said and your eyes widened.

“You locked the door right?” You asked and he nodded, causing you to relax.

Toji still felt like he was deep inside you as you both listened to one another breathe.

“You know, I didn’t beg you as the possessive type,” You joked which caused him to growl.

“I just don’t like sharing,” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“Not like I'm yours,” You huffed under your breath but he caught on.

“Oh? But the way I fuck you stupid says otherwise,” Toji said and you went silent.

“Well you have to get out I have work to do,” You said lifting yourself up, but Toji stopped you turning your head, and then kissed you roughly causing you to moan into his mouth.

After you both parted you wordless got up whimpering at how empty you felt before searching for your underwear only to see it in Toji’s hands, accompanied by a cocky grin.

“Give it back,” You said while holding your hand out but he shook his head.

“No, I think I’ll keep it, see you later (y/n),” He said before slipping it into his pocket and getting up.

You quickly went to the personal bathroom in your office, you were so grateful to have it and then began to clean yourself up.

The next day you had dressed up nicely in order to go meet Kai who had picked you up from work. You greeted him with a hug and then smiled up at him, but felt a pair of eyes piercing into you, Toji. You looked back to see Toji with an eyebrow raised, almost as if testing to see if you’d actually go. You knew you had no choice but to go or you’d get stuck with a Zenin. Kai escorted you out of the building, and onto the small restaurant, the two of you would be having lunch in. The drive there was in silence, but it was comforting, there was no awkward feeling to it. Once the two of you got there, you quickly noticed how pretty the restaurant was, it was simple but had a cozy feeling to it. The two of you got seated by a waiter and then began to look through the menu.

“Hey, I’d like to thank you for taking this time to meet with me, so we could discuss,” Kai said, and you nodded.

You already knew what you were going to order, so you just gave him a small smile and a nod. You honestly were nervous as the two of you were meeting without advisors, so there was no buffer person. You ordered and then began to talk about the proposal. Kai reassured you that you would maintain your head position, even if an heir were to be produced. You nodded as this was one of the only things you were really worried about.

“And my clan name, will we be invited back into sorcerer society? Will it be cleared?” You asked and Kai nodded.

You sighed and looked away, deep in thought. This deal was really good, you’d be let back into sorcerer society, and your clan would be restored.

“Okay, we just need this all on paper, send it to my advisors and I’ll do it, I’ll marry you, only if everything you’re promising me now applies,” You said and Kai nodded, also letting out a sigh of relief.

The rest of the meal went perfectly, the two of you now felt a weight off your shoulders, as this was something that was pressuring everyone for two months. Soon, you had to get back to work and Kai drove you back with a smile. Once you got out of the car he placed a kiss on your cheek before handing you flowers to which you thanked him for. You waved him goodbye and headed to your office to where someone was sitting on your chair.

“Um Hello, may I help you?” You asked softly placing your flowers in an empty vase and opening your hand to produce your scythe.

The chair spun and you saw Toji with his chin on his face.

“Have fun hm?” He asked with a smirk while motioning you to sit on his lap.

You undid your scythe and went over to him sitting down.

“You know my clan needs this to work well right?” You asked and he nodded.

“Doesn’t stop me from being jealous,” He said before starting to kiss on your neck.

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