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scuttling · 3 years

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While I'm writing Dad!Bod Hotch with babies... 🥺

...Here's a very baby excerpt from one of my other works (modified a little so it can be read as reader.) It's pretty cute if I do say so myself! Tags: 18+, NSFW, Blow job + Pregnant sex The next child abduction case they get happens a year later, and it takes them to Seattle; rain beats down on the Sullivan house while she and JJ sit with the family and try to keep them informed of what’s going on in terms of the investigation. The mother stares out the window at the rain, and she brings over the cup of tea she’d offered to make, sets it down on the table beside her, takes her trembling hands.

“I promise you, Mrs. Sullivan, our team is doing absolutely everything they can to locate your son safely. They are the best in the world at what we do; we just need to let them do their jobs.”

Mrs. Sullivan frowns, takes a sobbing breath, and then wraps her arms around her; she’s a little startled by it, but rubs her back, trying to provide comfort.

After a couple minutes, Mrs. Sullivan pulls back, and she offers her a tissue.

“Do you have any children?” she asks, wiping her eyes.

“Yes. He’s seven years old, and his name is Jack.”

They find the boy five hours later. Alive.

She and Aaron have celebration sex on every available surface.

“Hey. So, I got three or four calls from my doctor’s office a couple weeks ago, but I was preoccupied with the Sullivan case and I kept forgetting to call her back,” she says later from Aaron’s lap. He sits up, holding her hips while he shifts his weight.

“Okay. Is everything alright? Why was she calling so often?”

“Apparently, my IUD expired a month ago. I have to get it taken out.” He looks cautiously over her face, like he’s not sure what reaction she wants from him. She’s fairly certain she knows what his first instinct is. “Well, Jack and I were at the grocery store when I spoke to her—and you know I’ve been feeling a little off…” She wets her lips, reaches over the arm of the couch and pulls a little cardboard box off the console table. She can see his breath hitch.

“Have you taken it?” She nods quickly, presses her lips together.

“Just waiting now.” Carefully, he reaches for the box, takes it out of her hand, and sets it back down on the table. He pulls her close for a tight hug.

“Whatever happens, I love you so much,” he murmurs in her ear, and they just hold each other until the timer on her phone goes off. She brushes her hand through his hair, and his eyes are wet; she knows hers are too.

She climbs out of his lap, and he follows her down the hall, clinging to her back like he can’t physically let her go. When they make it to the bathroom, she picks up the test, squeezes her eyes briefly shut, and holds it up so he can read the word on the screen.

The word.

She spins in his arms, wraps hers around him, and jumps up and down, the grin splitting her face nothing compared to the gorgeous smile that lights up his.

“I’m going to see if Dr. Rose can fit me in tomorrow,” she says, leaning up to smooch him several times in a row. “Just to be sure.”

“Let me know, I’ll come.” She nods, kisses him a few more times, takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“I love you so much.” He holds her, repeats it, kisses her forehead, her eyes. Then he starts kissing her for real, reverent and steamy, and they walk gracelessly toward the bedroom, tugging articles of clothing off as they go.

She is kneeling over him on the bed, giving him a very good, messy, ‘Congrats, you’re probably going to be a daddy again!’ blow job when she pulls back suddenly, an overwhelming thought crossing her mind; she looks up at him with wide eyes.

“You know my brother has two sets of twins, right?” “A package came from your brother today,” Aaron says a couple months later as he’s leafing through the mail; he holds it out to her, and she opens it up, excited, then covers her mouth, can’t help but aww. “What is it?” he asks, not looking up from the stack of envelopes, and she puts her hand on his arm to get his attention.

“‘For the Hotchner siblings’—that’s what the card says,” she explains when he looks up, and then she holds up the largest t-shirt: it’s brown, with a cartoon bear cub, white letters spelling out Brother Bear. She holds up a smaller shirt: Sister Bear #1. Then another small shirt: Sister Bear #2. He smiles.

“Okay, that’s cute. We have to FaceTime him and thank him.”

“Definitely. He’s not going to believe how big this belly is,” she says, reaching up on her toes for a kiss; he comes at her from the side, because it’s easier to reach her lips that way. “Uh, Hotch, we need you down in the bullpen. She's crying and we can’t get her to stop,” Spencer says into the phone, looking a little freaked. Aaron must agree to come down, because he hangs up the receiver wordlessly; JJ rubs her shoulders, trying to comfort her.

“It’s okay, I completely understand. It’s normal to feel like that at this stage of the pregnancy,” she explains, and it’s all sounding very rational, but she just covers her eyes and keeps crying.

When Aaron crouches down beside her, he takes her hands carefully off of her face, wipes her tears with his sleeve, peers up at her with soft eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“I want…” She gulps, sniffles, and Prentiss hands her a tissue over the desk partition. “Thank you. I want these babies out of me,” she sobs, and she knows she’s making a huge scene, but she doesn’t even care. “I want your babies out of me, Aaron!” He sighs; she knows he’s heard it all before.

“I know, honey, but you have to be patient. It will happen when it’s meant to.” She sobs, then hiccups, and that’s just great.

“But I’m—I’m drinking the stupid tea, I’m eating the dates. I got the, the acupuncture—do you know how weird it is to see those needles sticking out of your body? It’s unsettling!”

Morgan returns from Garcia’s office, takes one look at them, and abruptly pivots on his heel to head back.

“Oh sure,” she calls, and then hiccups, “everyone sees a crying pregnant woman and they just run away!”

“Noo, he just texted me!” Spencer lies, waving his phone that he never even looked at. “He said he forgot something and he’ll be right back.”

“Spencer, tell me what else can induce labor, please,” is all she says, doesn’t call him out because it’s sweet that he even tried. He counts off with his fingers as he recites the list.

“Raspberry leaf tea, dates, castor oil—” she grimaces, because that shit’s the worst “—acupressure, acupuncture, exercise.” He hesitates, looks a little uncomfortable, and she hiccups, gets pissed, takes a deep breath.

“Sweetie, honey,” she says, reaching out a hand for him, and he takes it, pats it awkwardly. Bless his heart. “You’re my partner, and I love you, but please spit it out.”

“Okay, uh. Nipple stimulation, and uh. Well. Sex.” Oh, yeah, the nipple thing they tried, but it felt like a restless cat trying to get comfortable on her chest, wasn’t sexy at all, so they didn’t try the rest. She snaps her fingers at Aaron like a douchebag asking for the waitress, wipes her face, hiccups again.

“Okay, we’re doing it, we’re doing that one. Sex me up.” Prentiss barks a laugh, and Spencer looks deeply disturbed. “Please can we go home now?”

“Uh, yes, we can,” Aaron begins, “but I’m not sure we should—” Nope, she’s not gonna listen to that bullshit. He hasn’t been pregnant for 42 fucking weeks.

“I love you, but shut up. Your dick put these things inside me, and your dick’s gonna get them out.” She moves to stand, and so does he, arms out like he’ll catch her if she starts to wobble. “I know I’m not sexy anymore with this gigantic stomach, but please please please just fuck me.” He closes his eyes, sighs like he regrets so much in life, and then gives her a hard kiss on the mouth. It makes her, like, instantly horny; she’d initiate sex right here if she thought she could get her pants off.

“You are as sexy as you’ve ever been,” he murmurs, hovering over her lips, “and I’m going to fuck you.” Sex this big sucks. Missionary is hilarious, doggy is uncomfortable, side by side seems okay but is actually kind of impractical. She feels betrayed.

Aaron helps her get on top of him—his dick is so hard it makes her feel really, really good about herself—and she’s more than okay with bouncing on him, but her belly bounces too, and it feels weird.

“Can you hold it?” she pants, and she takes the hair tie off her wrist and sweeps her hair into a ponytail because she’s sweating from all the position-shifting. “Just like, hold it.” She takes his hands and rests them on her enormous beach ball belly, sighs because it feels nice. “Good, yeah, thank you, let me try again.”

She braces herself against his thighs, rides him quickly, bucking hard—after about 15 years of wishing she had bigger breasts, she now despises hers, and therefore avoids them at costs, but she does manage to reach her clit, and she rubs it furiously as she moves atop him.

Aaron—who is so great, and sweet, who she loves so much—is all but useless, just holds her belly still and groans like he’s getting the best pussy of his lifetime, which she guesses maybe he is, because she wants these babies out and she’s well and truly desperate. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he grinds out, and his hands move to her thighs, squeezing hard, and she whines.

“No, no, do not come, don’t come.”

He comes.

An hour later, they try again, with her propped up on a pillow, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. The internet said this would work, and if it doesn’t, she’s prepared to let BoyMom282 fucking have it.

“Oh my god, yes, yes,” she moans, clutching at the sheets above her head, and Aaron’s hands feel so good on what remains of her waist as he pounds into her. “Fuck, yes, fuck me until your babies are ready, Aaron. Such a fucking man, knocking me up with two babies at once—you can help me get them out, can’t you, daddy?”

He groans long and loud, and she puts a hand on his, squeezes hard.

“Don’t. Come. I swear to god if you come inside me right now, it will be the last time you ever do it.”

He comes, but luckily for him, she comes first. “So, tell us which is which,” Garcia leads, visibly excited, and she leans back against Aaron’s body, looks at the sweet baby girl in his arms.

“This one is Camila,” she says, touching her teeny tiny little foot, “and Spencer’s holding Mia. Mia Clarita Hotchner Cortes—Clarita after my mother—and Camila Marie Hotchner Cortes.”

“Marie after my mother,” Aaron explains, and he puts an arm around her, which she snuggles happily against. “We’re just waiting for Jack—he should be here any minute.” Spencer hands Mia back to her, and she kisses her forehead.

“This is the best day of your mama’s life,” she coos, touching her soft, dark, fuzzy baby hair. Her heart swells. “I was going to become daddy’s next unsub if you little cuties didn’t vacate my uterus in a timely fashion.”

She can hear the squeak of Jack's shoes coming through the door, and she looks up at Aaron with a grin. When Jack comes around the bed and sees the girls, his eyes get big. “Whoa, are these my sisters?” Haley pops in behind him, and she smiles at them.

“Yeah, buddy, come here,” she says, gesturing for him with her free arm. “This is Mia, and this is Camila.”

“Gentle like we practiced,” Aaron reminds him when he reaches out to touch Camila’s face, and she and Haley both roll their eyes, then laugh.

“He knows, sweetie.” She watches their interaction with so much love, then brushes her fingers over Jack’s hair. “You’re going to be the best brother bear ever, aren’t you?” He looks up at her, grins; he’s missing a tooth just to the left of the front ones, and she’s obsessed with that little gap.

“Yep, I’m going to read them stories and share my toys and play with them at the park.”

“They’re lucky to have you,” Aaron says, leaning down to look into his eyes. “And so are we, buddy.” “And do you, Aaron Hotchner—”

“Da-ah-addy!” someone sobs—Mia, she mouths to Aaron across from her—and she sees JJ step out from behind her, trying to soothe her so they can proceed, but she’s not having any luck. Mia is a daddy’s girl, and the fact that she can see him, but she’s not in his arms, is like a mortal sin to her.

She gets it, she really does. She felt that way every day for two years.

When it’s obvious she’s not calming down, the officiant clears her throat and tries again, but Mia’s wailing just gets louder. Aaron smiles, shrugs.

“Sorry. It’s okay—here, Mia, daddy’s right here,” he assures, reaching out to take her from JJ, and he wipes her eyes, her red nose, and bounces her on his hip for a moment until she settles. She shoots them what she’s sure is a sickeningly sweet glance and then turns around and asks for Camila; Emily hands her off with a big smile.

Aaron grins when she puts her on her hip, and he reaches behind him for his best man, Jack, encourages him to come forward so he’s standing between them. She smiles at him, touches his face, and nods at the officiant, who takes a deep breath and proceeds.

“Do you, Aaron Hotchner, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” They opted not to write their own vows, because their vows are living, breathing things between them, three perfect little heartbeats. Anything more felt unnecessary.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” He does, so well she thinks she might get pregnant again, and then they each kiss their three babies, and she silently marvels over the fact that all it took was being clobbered over the head with a fire extinguisher for her life to end up this perfect. “Did you know that your chance of having a second set of fraternal twins jumps to 12% after you’ve had the first?” Spencer asks as they’re gathered in the briefing room one morning. She and Aaron are standing up front, pressed close together, nodding patiently. “And considering they run in your family, and that your brother has two sets of fraternal twins, I’d say that statistically the odds are more likely doubled.”

She looks over at Aaron, whose eyes are filled with love and awe and also some pretty sexy other things, and then pulls the ultrasound image out from the little envelope, holds it out for the team to see.

In unison, they answer, “We know.”

They get a package in the mail later that week: One Jack-sized t-shirt—Brother Bear #1—and two tiny t-shirts—Sister Bear #3 and Brother Bear #2. She and Aaron stop by the hospital to visit a friend after surgery and she can't resist walking past the maternity ward. Something about seeing all of those brand new, healthy, happy babies rejuvenates her after a tough case, and the one they'd finished up earlier in the week had been one of the toughest.

A woman comes to stand beside her as she looks at the babies, wearing sweatpants and a hospital gown—she's maybe 30, so just a few years younger—and she smiles brightly at the woman. "New mom?"

"Yeah, she's the one right there," the woman says with a grin, pointing to a sweetly sleeping little girl. "Isn't she perfect?"

"They're all perfect," she sighs, "but she is very beautiful. Congratulations." The woman's smile turns warmer, softer.

"Thank you. Do you have any children?" She's so wrapped up in the dreamy haze of little babies wiggling their toes that she almost doesn't hear the question.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, five of them: Adrian, Isabella, Mia, Camila, and Jack." The woman's eyes go extremely wide, and she laughs, because she's so very used to that. Aaron steps up on her other side, wraps an arm around her waist.

"Thought I might find you here," he says, and he smiles politely at the woman, who's looking like she may never open her legs again. "Can't resist looking at the babies."

"I just love babies," she says sweetly, and she stretches up for a kiss. "Do you ever think we should have another, just to even it out?"

"Hmm. Yes, but knowing us, they'll be twins again, so it's probably best we stick with five." He bends for another kiss, and she pulls him close; when she remembers where they are, she pulls back, to shoot the new mom a sheepish smile, but she's already gone. She sighs.

"Fair enough. But do you want to go home and practice anyway?"

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #hotch x female reader #hotch x reader #dad bod hotch #something stupid #third time's the charm... kept messing this post up

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years

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I always imagined Sander to be secretly super smart, but he’s sort of quiet about it? Could you write something about Robbe and Sander working on homework and Robbe getting frustrated and not knowing an answer and Sander offhandedly answering it and then it turns into a game when Robbe is trying to stump Sander but Sander has a bunch of random, back brain knowledge and is unstumpable (not a word, but I tried)?

Robbe should be mad that he can’t focus on his homework, but it’s hard to be mad when he has the most beautiful and sexy boyfriend that seems to really like giving him all his attention. And Sander is not completely wrong in his theses: there’s nothing Robbe would rather be doing than kissing Sander instead of studying.

He would choose Sander over anyone and anything.

“Hey, hey, limits, sir!” Robbe smiles, noticing the bump under the sheet coming closer and closer, feeling the wet kisses around his ribs and under his shirt and sheets. Sander’s hands are the smartest hands Robbe has ever seen. They’re constantly filled with intentions, Robbe feels like he can read Sander’s mind with the way he touches Robbe at times like right now.

He squeezes Robbe’s sides, not pulling, not pushing, just gripping like he needs to make sure Robbe is there.

He has to bite his lip not to whimper he won’t go anywhere because he knows the second he gives in, there’s no more room for studying today. And he really needs to do this.

“San…”

He stops instantly and grunts, his hair tickling Robbe’s belly. A second later, Robbe smiles, finally looking at his boyfriend, the sheets around his neck and he throws himself on the bed, away from Robbe.

“What are you studying? So we can finish this already.”

Robbe moves his legs, checking if they’re still there and he feels the cold air drying where Sander was kissing a second ago, his shirt still on his sternum.

“Physics.” It hurts to even say it but Sander lifts his eyebrows, watching as Robbe pushes his shirt back down.

“I like that one. It’s fucking nice.” Sander sits on the bed with that coy smile that knows Robbe gets a little, a tiny bit annoyed when he mimics Robbe like that.

“Give me that!” Sander steals the book from his hands and Robbe sighs, more than happy to give it to him, climbing to sit on his lap, putting his hand carefully underneath Sander’s shirt to not start a fire, just needing his warmth to comfort and help him relax. He wraps his legs around his waist too and buries his nose right where his neck and shoulder meet.

Sander starts reading what Robbe was supposed to be reading and he whines, regretting his decision to study because now all he wants is to be with Sander.

He’s not even hearing what Sander is reading until he starts correcting some facts, adding even more details to a book, or just answering the problems Robbe had to answer at the top of his head like he has all this knowledge about any and everything stored inside his big brain.

Robbe sits up and Sander has to put the book aside to let Robbe sit more on his thighs.

“What?” Sander is looking at him, a little confused but clearly also a little off guard for being caught being a smartass.

“How do you know all these things?”

“Which things?”

Robbe laughs, confused if Sander is playing him or if he was just bullshitting his way through the book. It didn’t feel like it, felt a lot like he had all the facts at the tip of his tongue.

“You’re correcting a book that’s supposed to be teaching you.”

“I used to like Physics, not just yours…” He wiggles his eyebrows and Robbe grabs the book back, opening at a random page between them, holding it up so Sander can’t see what he’ll do, asking Sander one of the questions.

Again, he answers right away and Robbe frowns because he thinks Sander is right, but he grabs his phone and makes a quick search on the internet.

Sander is right. He looks at Sander and he’s still there, relaxed, confident of his answer. Robbe opens the book two, three, four times at random pages again and asks something different every time and every time, Sander gets it right.

“Just Physics then?” Robbe has a feeling of all the things Sander said to him in the past few minutes, the lie is that he only likes Physics. Sander shrugs and Robbe lies back, his hips on Sander’s lap, his legs still wrapped around his waist and as he stretches all the way to get the rest of his books on his nightstand, most of his homework from the other classes already done, he feels those hands again, filled with intentions somehow, holding him just right around his waist, back to kissing his belly and it’s hard to gather his strength to focus on grabbing the books but he manages it, sitting back up, hearing Sander’s complaints because of it.

“What do I get if I answer all of your questions right?”

Robbe opens and closes his mouth, putting the books between them, “This is not a competition.”

“Everything can be a competition. Come on, I want a prize!” Sander hugs him tighter around his waist, the distance between them getting smaller and smaller. The books are basically the one barrier from both of them just making out for the rest of the day, forgetting all about school and homework.

“Okay…” Robbe bites his lip, so many ideas popping inside his brain instantly but he doesn’t want to go too far, putting all his fantasies out into the real world, inside Sander’s big brain and photographic memory, “We can do anything you want if you get them right.”

“You’re giving me a lot of freedom with that, cutie.”

Robbe leans down, putting his forehead against Sander’s, whispering shyly, “I trust you completely.”

Sander grunts, lifting his hips just a little bit to make Robbe understand how painful he’s making this. He understands, his pants are getting tighter too.

Sander slaps his ass gently, “Okay! Ten questions and then we’re done.”

“Ten questions plus you reviewing all my homework.” Robbe puts his hands on Sander’s chest, standing his ground because he really doesn’t want to end up with bad grades, overthinking them for weeks, where he went wrong.

“But you’re the one that needs to be learning all these things!”

“And I did! I just want to make sure I get good grades so we can go on holiday and not worry…”

Sander sighs loudly and rolls his eyes while Robbe opens his first book, sitting up straighter on his boyfriend’s lap.

The silence grows with anticipation and a little bit of arousal and Robbe can’t believe it, can’t move so Sander puts his hand on the cover and closes the last book. Ten questions answered so fast. Robbe was watching him closely and Sander didn’t even flinch before answering.

Sander moves his arms back, leaning against them, feeling so good about himself, with that smirk on his face.

“Since I won...I say we’ll let the reviewing for later, after dinner.”

“Sander…” Robbe tilts his head to the side, knowing very well they can so extremely easily forget all about homework, school, time, and the world around them.

“Trust me, cutie, I won’t forget. You need good grades and we had a deal…” He slaps Robbe’s ass carefully again, “Off your clothes, Robin, come on.”

Robbe doesn’t move on his lap, he needs a little more certification that his homework won’t be forgotten in the pile of disposable clothes that’ll be soon forming on his bedroom floor.

Sander snorts, sitting up as long as he can to reach for Robbe’s lips above him, whispering against his mouth.

“You’ll pass out before I can say a word, and I’ll have a lot of free time to take a shower and review all your homework.” Robbe smiles softly, wrapping his arms around Sander’s neck, feeling his skilled hands back inside his shirt, quietly going up on his back, his short nails purposefully scratching his warm skin, making Robbe shiver, “Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll even leave some future homework already done for you.”

Robbe nods his head unconsciously, finally kissing Sander slowly.

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe

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dylanxmin · 4 years

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painkiller ∣ 3 ∣ J.HS

breakups are habitual, ordinary maybe even easy for some other people, and maybe it could be easy for you, too, if you haven’t been dumped by your boyfriend after finding out that you were pregnant. no, it wasn’t easy even a bit. and a stranger who wants to be your side doesn’t make this all easy for you, at all.

pairing; jung hoseok x reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, pregnancy au, strangers to lovers au, single!mom au, slice of life au,,

warnings; angst, swearings, mention of sexual intercourse, bratty taetae, bratty jimin bc why not:), y/n doesn’t like kids?, sorry but unedited:(

word count; 11k+

rating; nc17

a/n; e-yooo? yeah, i take a long, loong break even without wanting it. but can I blame my life and all the thing I tried to handle? (and clearly failing lol),, well, i wasn’t suppose to post this episode now, but I pushed myself and tried to give it a chance and luckily, I finished this episode!! yey!! sorry for being the worst writer ever on this site, but pls don’t hate me, lol. sooo maybe feedbacks?,, love y’all, thanks for reading it!! ♡

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Jung Hoseok is the man of hope. He and everybody knows it. But are they okay with this? Maybe most of his friends and family members were okay with this but among them, Kim Seokjin didn't like how he always tried to be helpful and all. He wouldn't have any problems with Hoseok being like that unless he wasn't all over you. Hoseok never admits it, but he knows it. Unfortunately, he knew him well enough to understand how he feels from scanning his acts and looks around you. And Seokjin will do the best thing by opening the topic of you in front of his other friends because then, he would have nowhere to hide.

''Well, I don't know that but I'm saying this. That woman hates me.'' Jungkook let out a big sigh, the sight of the red-haired middle-aged teacher scaring the hell out of him, sending shivers to his neck. He wasn't the smartest one to figure out things easily, but he knew it. Maybe the way she sizes him up bleakly, or the way her mouth crinkles in disgust. Or maybe even the way she calls his name like she was spitting. Jungkook was sure, his teacher was hating him. ''I'll never graduate because of her...''

''Okay, first of all, stop being all gloomy about this and think.'' Jimin snaps his fingers before continuing to talk, ''maybe there is one other way to get on well with her,''

''Oh my god. Shut that filthy mouth of yours!'' Jungkook covers his ear, physically abhors from what his friend just implied. ''I would never do... that,''

''Jungkook you know who is not going to work as a nurse in a hospital?'' Jin tilts his brows, secretly pitying the boy who has red cheeks in front of him. ''perverts like him,''

''Oh, c'mon,'' Jimin whined, staring at the pointed finger with a knot between his brows. ''I said what everybody was thinking. Blame me all you want but you were thinking like me!''

Hoseok giggles while watching the way his friends tearing each other apart with their stares, enjoying the chaos more than he should. Probably the drinks he had just hit his head. He poured himself another one while Jin got red because of all the yell he did to Jimin, and the poor youngest watching them with rounded doe eyes.

''I see you are having a great time over there,'' the tone of his friend alarmed Hoseok, he acknowledged that he is the next target of his. So he holds his arms up, his pupils dilated from the fear he feels. ''Hey... what did I do to earn that look?''

Jimin's little 'o's filling the room while darting his eyes over Jin and Hoseok, happy to see how tables have turned. The youngest staring his hyungs curiously.

''So you say that you did nothing wrong?'' Jin crosses arms above his chest, cock his head aside. ''Nothing?'' he asks once again to prevent his friends from attempting to deny him. Light tension fills the room while they stare at each other in silence.

''He is talking about the patient of his, dummy,'' Jimin can't wait a little longer and talks before Hoseok says something. He lifts an eyebrow, trying to understand what his friend was talking about. His 'o' shaped mouth leaves its place to a pout. ''What patient?''

Hoseok asks but deeply knows who Jin was referring to, but he wants to deny all he can. Wouldn't want to believe that he was being that obvious in front of his friend and also his co-worker. His heart race goes high, can't believe how unprofessional he looked. If Hoseok ever wanted to disappear from somewhere, it wasn't the time where his pants decided to leave his body and him staring his first crush in his pink underwear. After memories of the first grade fill his mind, Hoseok's face goes even redder than ever.

''You know 'what' patient I'm talking about Hoseok,'' the oldest rolls his eyes, his nose crinkles in shame after seeing the useless attempts of his friend. He is the second oldest in this group after Jin, yet he looked like a three years old boy. ''I'm talking about Y/N, saying it in case you try not to understand once again, for god sakes Hoseok...'' Jin lets a big sigh, shaking his head earnestly.

When a pair of sweat drips occurs in his forehead, Hoseok uses the back of his hand to wipe. Even though he tries hard not to be obvious while dripping anxiety sweats, everyone in the room can regardable as a smart man, plus they were knowing him for a long time so it was useless for Hoseok to try to act cool. He lets a little gasp, pouting, ''Yeah, Y/N. She... she looks like a good person. Yeah..''

''Good enough to makes you want to slide in her pants?'' Hoseok gasps dramatically, facing Jimin's big grin with a hand on his chest. He could die from embarrassment.

''Jimin-ah! Stop talking nonsense.'' Jimin's hand wraps around his shoulder, rubbing the spot where his hyung just put a punch, it hurts enough to make him regret what he said but he can't control his tongue when he is with them and the alcohol in his veins. ''Don't make me yell again. I'm working tomorrow,''

Jimin's knitted brows start to ease, while his grin finds its place on his lips. But he shifts from where he sits, abstaining from hyung's punch before saying what he has in his mind. ''Does Y/N have an appointment tomorrow?'' he sizes the man in dark hair, flushed pink cheeks in joy. Hoseok doesn't want to look curious and tries to hold his body stable, not moving a muscle or landing an eye on Jin. But he is burning in curiosity, his fingertips numb with the memory of him touching, patting your arm fills in his mind.

The heated body, radiating too much agony. And for some reason, he can't quite understand, but he knows that he hates to see you like that. How many times did he see you before, three? In every one of them, you looked burned out, terrified. He doesn't know what he hates the most. The sorrow in your eyes or the way you startled in every situation. He doesn't know, nor he understands, put logic in it. But he wants to make sure of your well being. Not knowing you or you being his friend's patient won't stop him, he knows it for sure. Unless you want him to stop.

''It's not that scary, right hyung?'' with the poke on his shoulder, Hoseok tears from his thoughts, and you. But little did you know, the image of your bright stare in the hospital exit never leaves Hoseok's mind. Haunts him every minute.

''R-right, not that scary,'' Hoseok nods while the thought of you being a witch wanders on his mind. He is sure that he got caught up in your spell.

How many times can a person make mistakes? Does it have any statistics, or it's up to that person's imbecility? If you try to count the mistakes you made, you probably would drown under them like a used chocolate packet. But thinking about past mistakes could not give anything in return. Therefore, you focused on today and the days that were waiting for you.

Searching on the internet about pregnancy, reading all the comments about it didn't help you the way you want. Moreover, it just turned you into a confused wreck. To be more clear, you were looking at how a pregnant woman feels about it, and if you were making a mistake for not choosing abortion. It didn't help because they all wrote how good to be pregnant and being a mother. How they felt amazing and the special bond between them and their babies.

The one bond you couldn't feel for a particular reason.

They all wanted to be a mother, thinking about this a lot and then deciding the time they want. And the ones who got pregnant by accident or without wanting at first, get used to all the hardship with their partner unlike you.

It was useless, and just remembered how lonely you are. So you had to close the laptop before you broke it. Thanks to your pregnancy brain, you never felt this unstable in your life. It was being on a roller coaster with never-ending ups and downs. One second, you were feeling above the clouds, happiest woman ever, and then bam, something just snaps and you can't ease the need to break something. Preferably someone's neck.

''Yah! From earth to the woman who is drooling,'' when Taehyung snaps his finger on your face, you flinch with the sudden move. Tearing yourself from your thoughts, you size the lovely boys who are staring at your face. ''What were you thinking that deeply?''

''And use this. Geez,'' taking the white napkin from Namjoon's hand, you push it to your drooling chin. It was surprising how much saliva your body produces. Almost equal to a Lama. ''It was nothing. Just... just thinking about work and stuff, you know,''

Namjoon tsks, lifting his brows in disbelief. ''And I should believe this?'' you shrug one shoulder, throwing the napkin on the table after folding in your palm. You also read about pregnancy drooling. At first, you did not believe it, but as you can see how much you do it was impossible not to believe. ''Believe it or not, it's the truth I'm telling you.''

''Aish... stubborn as always,'' Taehyung rolls his eyes at you, pulling his eyes from you to land on Yoongi who sits right beside you. ''Are we watching the movie as we are all together and no work tomorrow?'' he sizes you all, eyes gleaming with expectations.

''The one you never shut your mouth about?'' Yoongi asks, showing how he got sick of his countless insists to watch a certain movie with them because he was the chicken in the group. ''It's fine by me but is it okay to watch scary movies during pregnancy?'' he continues after Taehyung nods in excitement, but once Yoongi points at the elephant in the room, his mood visibly fades.

''I don't think so,'' guessed as the elephant in the room, ''They never said anything about it. Both Seokjin and the internet so yeah, why not. Let's get over with it,'' you waved your hand, trying not to turn this into something big.

When Taehyung wiggles his body in weal, Yoongi scoots over, landing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you close. ''You can always hug me if you feel too scared, you know?'' he grins, patting you on the shoulder. The daringness of the boy always manages to shock you, leave you speechless. But Namjoon acts before you can say anything, ''If she can't find you, there is always another man who waits for her. Right, Y/N?'' he made the effort to sound sneering. You give the finger as a response, but he finds it amusing.

''Wait-Who are you talking about? Yourself?'' the ash-blonde haired man's eyes go wide, brows tilted. Pout on the lips looks adoring on him, as cheeks get even more fluffy. You want to laugh but you cover your mouth with your hand before sending menacing eyes at Namjoon.

''Huh. No, aish... no way. I'm telling this one last time, she is not my type. Sorry, honey but I'm talking about Damian. The man who always tries to get in your pants, remember?'' You shush him off immediately. The level of restraining you had against your anger getting lower by the unabashed smile he sends at you.

''He is not trying...'' as everyone knew how Damian treated you, always tried to do something for you, you did not feel the need to talk back. Teahyung laughs while Namjoon fills his mouth with the cupcake he bought for you. There is no need to say he ate half of them.

''That man waits on a leash for you, and don’t even fight me on this. You know that.'' Namjoon said, his voice sounded hoarse because of the cupcake he was rolling in his mouth.

''I agree with Namjoon-ah on this. I saw it with my bare eyes, he is so whipped for you.'' Taehyung backs up, leaning to steal a cupcake from the plate. Even though you know they were right, you didn't want to talk about him anymore. He had a thing for you or not, either way, you didn't want to think about a man in this circumstance.

''He can wait all he wants, but we all know this pretty lady only has one man in his heart,'' when he gets sick of the topic and hearing the name of a man his friend's talking about, he decides to step in. Yoongi suppresses you on his chest tighter, wrapping you with his warm arms. ''And that man is me, right?''

Humming at his question, you wrap your arms around him and let yourself find comfort in his soothing affection.

The four of you grow together, got more and more close in time, but contrary to Namjoon and Taehyung friendship it was different with Yoongi. You two met when you both had a bad breakup, and were suffering yourself every day. So, your relationship took a different path after a while, it turned into something more platonic. Neither of you had feelings towards each other but finding comfort and serenity in one another company. It wasn't anything physical if you don't count the comfy hugs, tiny kisses, and holding hands when one of you needed it.

It happened only when you two felt lonely at the same time, and never crossed the line of friendship. It was a harmless, tiny platonic relationship, and you both loved the way it's going.

You squish yourself deeper in Yoongi's hold when Taehyung started the scary movie. Between Taehyung's screams and Namjoon's criticisms, you giggled when they started to bicker with each other. And in moments like this, you felt extremely happy. Thankful for having them, the chosen family of yours. It was a great way to have a break from feeling miserable and lifeless.

‘‘Not right for god sake! I said left, yes, a fucking left!’’ you scream at the man who drives, knowing your words sound harsh, you couldn’t help but not caring a bit as the pain in your inguinal area disturbs you. Yet, your screams and constant curses won’t help the redhead to drive decently, or not miss a turn. Trembling hands help him as much as you while he drips red sweat from his forehead. ‘‘Okay, okay… Can you not shout and leave my eardrum alone. Chill a little woman, geez…’’

‘‘Have this burning feeling between your legs, and then try to tell me to shut my mouth. Dickhead!’’ You didn’t know why but you were sure of having a urinal affection that tries to kill you for sure. It started two days ago but it only annoyed you while peeing, but after a while it started ache without even landing your back on the toilet. You could only crawl your legs and press them together to abstain from the pain, yet it was useless.

Taehyung, the lucky man who is driving you to your appointment, wipes the sweat on his forehead, breathing out from his nostrils in annoyance. ‘‘Sure. I won’t forget that,’’ he snaps back, rolls his eyes at you. His grip on the wheel loose after a while, as he doesn’t want to turn this situation even harder for you. Peeking an eye on you, he decides to melt the ice between you and himself. One hand on the wheel, other reaches out and holds yours tightly, and puts a boxy smile on his face. ‘‘Just hang a little okay? We are almost there.’’ Even though you want to spit on his face one second ago, with the sudden affection your heart decides to melt under his caring gaze.

You will never get used to these abrupt ups and downs. Not in a million years.

‘‘Well, I’m not giving birth, don’t I? At least, yet,’’ he giggles, shoulders move a bit with the vibration of his laugh. Thankfully, Taehyung didn’t decline your call when you desperately called him after Yoongi, as you knew you couldn’t handle driving a car in these situations, and taxi drivers always get on your nerves so using them with these hormones wouldn’t end well. Taehyung took the savior role and didn’t lose himself even though he had enough of your filthy mouth, at least he was still driving you to hospital. Not dumping you on the road even though he considered this for a minute.

‘‘Want to wait for me to park the car or meet you there?’’ he cuts your thoughts while pulling the car in front of the entry. Moving swiftly, you open the door and almost run to the elevators after telling him a simple ‘there’, leaving him behind. Heading to the elevator, you act like you are not having the thought of the man who has a heart-shaped smile. You didn’t even know his name, as you trick yourself into this idea. You press the button after entering the grey elevator with a couple of people, two of them step out with you on the third floor, heading to a different direction.

While you were walking to your doctor office, for the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel heavy on the heart. Not that you were not anxious, but it was different now. The ball of sweats didn’t crept towards your forehead, heart wasn’t beating like it was going to explode, or the way your eyelids stayed dry. Normally they would go puffy from wetness by now. But here you are, standing inches away from Doctor Kim’s door, and not having a slight terror beating on your throat.

This is a first for you. And probably for your doctor too as he always witnessed your breakdowns. What a pathetic loser, he must think about you, as you did think just like that.

‘‘Welcome, Y/N,’’ Doctor Kim reacts by standing up after seeing you, holding his hand up to greet you. You couldn’t help not to mirror his smile, squeezing his hand with a pleased smile, happy to see him. ‘‘You look good. Things have been going good, I guess?’’ he asks, pulling his hand to gesture you to sit in your usual place. For a second, you stay silent, not knowing what to say as you didn’t want to lie for some reason. Knowing he is always caring and sweet towards his patients, he still manages to make you feel special in a way. Probably thinking dumbly, but you feel close to this man, and wanted to share the truths. Even though you were not sure if things have been going good, or the total opposite. Well, you were still dealing with pregnancy hormones, morning sickness, and constant urinal issues - ignoring the unwanted pregnancy -, but you can say you were more optimistic these days? You didn’t know, had no idea…

Sitting on the black couch where he gestured, you bob your head, gathering your thoughts. ‘‘To be honest, I don’t know how I feel. You know about the pregnancy mind and emotions. I think I’m trying to be better,’’ he gives a polite smile, white pearls appear behind his lips. ‘‘Oh, that’s good news. At least we are trying to overcome the negativities, huh?’’ you giggle, nodding while your heart warmed with the way he mentions ‘we’. Not throwing you under the bus, but also counting himself in, easing your anxiety day by day. You found yourself lucky.

‘‘So, painful urinates.’’ his expression changes in a minute to a professional doctor he is from a friendly one. Eying the papers for a couple of minutes, he holds out a tiny paper to you before adding, ‘‘Let’s have a urine test, first.’’ he smiles again, and informs you about the floor you should go to.

You already hate taking these tests, have to pee in a cup and all the humiliation you felt after holding it in your hand in the corridor, in front of all those people. Like it wasn’t enough, you couldn’t drop a little drip in a damn cup. Exhaling the air in your lungs, you wipe the sweats from your forehead. Of course, nothing will work in the way you wanted, have to drive you crazy before. ‘‘Why, why, why exactly I can’t pee?’’ you groaned, lifting your pants and pulling the zip before washing your hands two times - because who would wash one time -, and you exit from the toilet to meet with your friend. ‘‘I can’t pee,’’ you sat in defeat, shoulders dropped dead on your body, and you watched your friend’s laughs and snorts that filled the corridor. At least one of you had fun today…

‘‘You look all pouty and teary just because you can’t pee?’’ he hits his knee with one hand, lips reaching from ear to ear, while you eye him with a crabby gaze. This man wants a punch. ‘‘Ohh… God, you are so cute,’’ he continues to giggle while arms pull you into a hug, one kiss lands on your hair. Then, he informs you to wait for him, and leaves you there to overthink. It’s funny how life treats you sometimes, when you think. You literally wake up every hour to pee from your comfy bed, but when it’s come to an important task, your urinal system decides not to do the thing that it does for a thousand times a day. Hah, funny! Not that you are surprised, though. Looking at your past, nothing came easy, hence, never left without making a big fuss. You did get used to all the trembling mess in your life, but all you wanted was to pee without having a meltdown. Is it too much to ask? Aish… just when you thought everything going alright, not suffocating you with handicaps on your way and such things like-

‘‘For a person who holds a plastic cup, you look very sad.’’ a honeyed giggle interrupts your overthinking, forcing your attention on itself. And with a slight surprised gaze, you had nothing to do other than facing the oh so familiar sound. ‘‘Do you need help?’’

‘‘With this?’’ you hold the cup high, now surprised more than before. Watching the man giggle visibly, after seeing your wide open eyes.

‘‘What! Of course not.’’ he almost shrieks with a mocking attitude. ‘‘It was a way more general question than it’s heard.’’ finally he stops laughing, giggling after sitting right beside you. Brown gaze locked on you after silence takes over your small conversations, but you don’t feel uncomfortable the way you should. The way you thought you should act if you run into him again, but the annoying fondness toys with your heart. After the day you last saw him, you regretted shortly after the way you acted all needy, as a fragile little girl. You still can’t believe how you felt heartbroken when he didn’t find a way to drive you home. What were you? Some girl who can’t control her emotions or hormones? And no, using pregnancy as an excuse won’t work this time. You had strict rules to obey. No man must go near to your heart.

‘‘Doctor Kim wanted a urine test?’’ Hoseok tried to look cool, asking nonchalantly and tried to trick himself as he only wondered about this as a nurse. Not out of curiosity about your situation or health. Badly wishing you would fool around and not hit him on the head.

‘‘Hmm. Probably an infection. He wanted a test.’’ you nod, chewing your bottom lip while his chocolate orbs never leaves your face. While your fingers play with the cup, eyes locked on them as you are afraid to look him in the eye, not trusting yourself enough on not blushing all over while eying him. He had some kind of an effect on you, and you hated that. You really did. He leans closer when you scream internally, ‘‘There is something,’’ he murmurs before the touch of his fingertips lick your cheek a bit, feeling the tremble on his hand while he takes a tiny leaf from your hair. It was stupid to feel, but the scene had resemblance with the tv dramas. Both of you stayed dumbfounded as he dared to touch you, of course, you were too close and air left the tiny space. Under the spotlight you two were frozen, waiting for a miracle to move. Something happened soon after, but you may not call it a ‘miracle’ as it was your dumb friend, who yelling at you from across the corridor.

‘‘Y/N-ahhh!’’ A couple of eyes landed on Taehyung in disbelief, a couple of ‘tsc’s murmured by the older ones, and immediately the young man shut his mouth. Holding his hand above his parted lips, embarrassment turns his cheeks scarlet, heart beating inside of his throat. But all the embarrassment dies after Taehyung spots you and the man right beside you, hand on your hair, the same scarlet on his face. Then Taehyung visibly changes, and you know what is about to happen that you hated so much. Before you could open your mouth to say something, or Hoseok lands his hand, your friend was there. Taking deep breaths, nostrils getting big with every breath. ‘‘I’m Taehyung, and you?’’ wanting to slap your forehead, or his face, you stood up and Hoseok followed your act.

‘‘H-hey. Hoseok,’’ Hoseok holds his whimper when the red haired man tries to break his hand in the handshake. He doesn’t understand the situation, or why this man looks like he was about to rip his head off, but Hoseok couldn’t help to push his chest up a little bit to show he is not intimidated by the man in front of him. ‘‘Hahaha, how you meet with each other kindly, huh? Hoseok is the best nurse in this hospital as Doctor Kim said,’’ you try to ease the moment, but the words all sound shrill, ‘‘And Taehyung is-’’

‘‘Taehyung,’’ your best friend for life, wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body. With dreadful eyes you scan his face, then landing on Hoseok, watching the strain on his jaw. ‘‘Nice to meet you,’’ Taehyung adds, and you want to punch him. Oh gosh, you want to punch him so bad on the balls. Until his know-it-all, stupid face reddened. He was forcing your restraining level, pushing you too much with the protective acts of him. Between your internally crisis, you land an apologetic gaze on Hoseok’s, wishing him not to care of your stupid friend’s attitudes.

‘‘Yes. Yes, of course, nice to meet you, too,’’ Hoseok bids his goodbye after taking his hand from Taehyung’s grip, as kind as he can manage. Trembling left hand finds a way to ease the act by wandering on his hair, ruining it. He doesn’t know why the burning ball dropped at his chest out of nowhere, or why his breaths become so fast. Wanting to punch himself in the face, he can’t get rid of the image of the arm over your shoulders. Blood almost meets with air when he bites down his lip, a feeling clawing his chest, but he doesn’t know what it is. He doesn’t want to learn, either.

‘‘Ouch!’’ Taehyung voices a hoarse whine, rubbing the skin under his rib cage. An instant ache raised after the touch of your elbow, landing on him with a great aspect. ‘‘Did I play good?’’ he tries to laugh but with the pain he wheezes, playfulness wiped from his face.

‘‘What was that?’’ slapping him one more time, you raged. Hoseok’s back already lost in the corridor, but remembering how his face dropped down, and a terrible anguish struck your heart. Of course it was only because Taehyung mocked him, that was why you felt this stinging guilt. Yeah, that’s why. ‘‘What was what? I think I played well. Shouldn’t we protect you from the danger going around?’’ he asked like it was the obvious thing. Surprise on the face.

‘‘Who are ‘we’, exactly?’’

‘‘Well, you know. Me, as your best friend, also Namjoon. And Yoongi, not that I can count him as your friend, but yeah… You see, that is we,’’ he points, dropping a quotation mark on the air. Breath, yes just breath and ignore the boiling anger inside of you. It would be the best thing to do. ‘‘And here, drink this bottle. Sure you’ll pee like an elephant in a minute.’’ Before taking the bottle from his grip, you tried to say something, abortively parting your mouth only to close it in a minute as you don’t know what to say. The redhead eyes you as if nothing happened, like he didn’t do anything wrong a minute ago, and you didn’t know which word would shake his mind. Maybe a slap, or even a kick would work but with a living creature inside of your belly, you won’t kick anybody. Even if that anybody boils your blood, inflames your migraine.

Audibly gulping you drink the water swiftly. Hitting the bottle on his chest, you turn to sit where Hoseok just left. An itchy feeling appeared on your chest, leaning to your fingertips by your arms, and you wanted to do something. Probably it was a dumb idea, but for some reason you had an urge to explain who was Taehyung actually, why he was here and all the question in his mind. Even though some part of you screams at you, writing the sane thing with red color. Why would he have any questions in his mind? Or, why would he want an explanation from you?

Not knowing exactly if it’s okay to eat diet biscuits, you send another crumb to your mouth, crushing it slowly between your molar teeth. A kid looks at you with wide eyes beside you, she points you to show how scary you look while looking at the floor in a trance to her mother. Which you don’t know what was going on in the world as thinking about nothing was way more entertaining than watching the others. Plain biscuit didn’t put a joy in your mouth, rather it tasted like grass. Not that you knew how grass tasted like, or not that you waited for an explosion in your mouth out of joy. All these useless thoughts wander on your mind, keeping you busy while you wait for your test results. Surprisingly, your dummy friend advised you the reasonable thing, like a broken clock showing the right time twice a day, he used his dusty brain for once. After gulping down a bottle of water, a wave of need had hit you on the inguinal area. All you needed to do was wait for the moment, but you were too impatient to do so. Hitting the table with your fingertips, keeping a broken rhythm, humming to yourself got boring after you started. A ball was going right to the left in your blank head, you were able to hear the sound of emptiness.

‘‘I don’t want to eat this!’’ in the crowded hospital canteen a voice comes out, beating all the other sounds and tickling your ears. ‘‘No. I said no!’’ when the woman tried to feed the little satan again, he jerked his hand and hit the spoon on the woman's hand. Geez. A cold drop takes a track all the way down your spine, causing you to shiver in shock. The satan in the shape of a little boy started to cry soon after the spoon met with the floor, kicking the table and smacking the food on the ground. You were stunned, speechless for a moment as the scene continued by the little boy having a tantrum right beside you. Calling him with such a bad name didn’t bring you any guilt, moreover, you think it suited him well. Red on the face, constant punch on the air and wobbly screams coming out of the boy made some resemblance with the evil force in him. Not that you knew much about babies or little kids, but this boy looked at least four or five years old, yet he managed to put fear in your gut.

A bucket of cold water dropped by your head, waking you from the trance you dive into. You had no idea about raising a baby, or taking care. It was hitting you with a wave of truth that you had no ability to look out for a baby, while you can’t even survive from the winter on your own. Never thinking of raising the baby in your belly, you never applied to an adoption foundation, though. What were you thinking? You would get used to this, being pregnant, being a mother? Suddenly you would expect the baby, out of nowhere?

You were acting foolish, reckless and immature. Always having hard times without a father, how could you think you can raise a baby on your own. And until now, you didn’t know that you had such a dump idea. Did you really want to raise a baby on your own, you weren’t quite sure about it, but you never researched the many ways of adoption. Bitterness floats around your tongue, your grip on the biscuit hardened, until there is nothing but a bunch of crumbs. Cold wet stick on your back, black shirt becoming the second skin while your eyes wander around everywhere. Having multiple panic moments these last weeks, you read much about pregnancy depression, which they mostly said it was okay to feel depressed or down because of the uncertainties of your emotions. They were up and down in a blink, filling your stomach until you threw them out with a retch, waking you up with heavy breaths in the middle of the night. That’s why, you always found yourself thinking if this would be much easier with somebody, with… him. Sticking your tongue between your teeth, you hate yourself for thinking about him, the man who ran away from you with toes hitting his butt. And all these pregnancy hormones were confusing your mind, causing you to barking up the wrong tree.

While you were feeling under the water, fighting with your thoughts to see clearly, a sweet melody of a laugh interrupted the stinging flood of negativities on your mind. Something snapped, and all the scars started to heal after hearing a simple giggle.

Holding your head up, letting the soothing tone sail into your skin, kissing all the stitches to heal by soft touches, you eyed him. Growing pains chucked away against the pressure of the thrilling balm, honeyed warmness bloomed in your chest after witnessing the mouth curling a heart-shape. He was close enough for you to see the glowing wriggle in his eyes, and you wanted to curl, cover your body with the thought of its beauty. For a second, you wanted to let yourself find the momentary tranquility under his magic, even though it was black. Even though it was harmful for you, too soothing, too good to be true.

‘‘H-hi,’’ with a croaky voice popping on your mind, you shake your head to come back to reality. The reality where Hoseok was standing behind the table, a timid smile on his face, feeling uneasy.

Hands crossing each other's way, you stare him blankly, mouth barely spills the greeting. ‘‘Still waiting for the reports?’’ he asks after coughing to get rid of the hoarse voice, billion reasons wandering inside his mind, telling him not to talk with you after what happened on the second floor, but the unknown reason holds his legs tight. Conversely, the part of him, where the logic was long lost can’t ignore the doleful lines on your face. Hundred promises lost its effect with one glimpse towards your direction. Promising, taking oaths for not talking to you was useless over the way his heart reacted after seeing the way you sit all alone. His guts, senses, brilliant mind were nothing but a bunch of trash when it comes to you, and the more he hated the way he walked over his own promises, the more he found himself in a deep hole, where he can’t think of anything but you. As his friend said before, he was stupid. Hoseok knew this very well.

‘‘Yeah, still waiting. But, it’ll be over soon,’’ you cracked a tiny smile, scanning his face until a voice cut the moment, but Hoseok’s lips never moved.

‘‘Hey, it’s Jimin,’’ hand hanging in the air, you stared at the man for a second before reacting. Slightly long dark hair falls on the side of his forehead, a tender smile turns his pupils into half-moons, self-assuredness can easily read. ‘‘The best nurse you can run into,’’ he nods to emphasize his words. But his cockyness fades after Hoseok adds ‘pre’ to his caption, holding your laugh back you cover your palm over your mouth. Hiding your grin back as you don’t want to offend the boy you just met. ‘‘Hi, it’s nice to meet. You can call me Y/N,’’ hearing your name, a light ignites in his half-moons, passing by in satisfaction.

‘‘You don’t mind if we sit together, right?’’ mischievous glares stare deep in you, like he tries to prevent you from saying no, yet you had no intentions to say that. ‘‘We don-’’

Hoseok eyes you in surprise after you cut his words half, not expecting you to agree on what Jimin just said. The smile on your lips shocks him as well, getting cramps on the heart when you land your eyes on him that softly. ‘‘Of course, that would be good. Having a company sounds good,’’

‘‘Where is your…-red haired man?’’ a bizarre tone rises from Hoseok when he takes his place on the chair beside you. Before answering him, the embarrassing scene plays on your mind, sending a bunch of curses to the man who drives himself away from the hospital. You curl an apologetic smile. ‘‘He needed to leave. You know, work calls,’’ allowing yourself to feel stupid, blaring giggle popped out of you. It sounded fake, as you were still ashamed of Taehyung’s behaviours. He only nodded, not adding anything until the black haired one leaves to get something to drink. It was silent between you, but nervousness could cut a wire. Both the way his jaw tenses every other minute, and the way your eyes never land on him more than three seconds, you can sense the awkwardness. Never seeing him like this also disturbed you even though you only run into him for like three times. But as soon as the younger one moved away, chary words spilled by his lips.

‘‘W-was he the father of the baby?’’ Hoseok asked, knowing he is crossing the line big time, but the vexed part of him clouds his logic. Even though he curses himself being this immature, he can’t help the vain need that grows inside of him to learn the truth. Even before seeing your face getting white, lips parting abruptly with an unexpected question, Hoseok knew he shouldn’t ask the question, but witnessing the way you react, he curses himself one more time. ‘‘Who? Taehyung?’’ As you weren’t waiting for him to ask such a question, he wasn’t expecting you to laugh until your body became involved in your laughter. Stuttering, being unable to complete your word, you hold your finger on the air to ask for a minute to gather yourself. For a moment of thinking Taehyung as the father of the baby in your belly made you giggly mess because of the abruptness of it. You not only want to retch with the thought of it, but also want to laugh until your muscles stop working. ‘‘No! Oh, o-of course, no.’’ forgetting where you were, you burst out.

‘‘Oh, okay?’’ ignoring the dense relief, Hoseok hesitated. Not knowing what to say in return as you were trying to hold your laugh back.

‘‘S-sorry but thinking of him as that just wrecked my nerves for a moment.’’ wiping the tears from your eyelids, you continued. ‘‘He is my friend. Best friend to be exact. He did act silly before, sorry for that either. He think he needs to protect me.’’ as you gave too much information at one, Hoseok’s pupils grew bigger, and weren't expecting to receive such a reply. He doesn’t even try to hide his amused smile back, shamelessly showing it out. ‘‘Good,’’ he commented before causing a big, heavy silence between you two. As you eyed him in a moment of confusion glowing in your eyes, weighing the meaning behind the word, you were utterly surprised. Was it just to fill the space, or he meant something else, you never truly understand, but decided to lure yourself into thinking it meant nothing. Otherwise, you were in a state of having no control over your emotions, and god knows what that simple world would do to your mind, playing games until you found yourself curled in your sheets, losing the pitiless game. You had lived that more than once, but in this situation, it would tousle you and throw your parts messily.

Dropping himself on the chair, Jimin spread the husky mood. ‘‘Here hyung, your latte.’’ He pushed the glass to Hoseok’s direction, smiling sweetly, he didn’t forget you. Putting the scarlet cup in front of you, knowing the pleasant scent devours your nostrils in no time. ‘‘And this is for you. It’s my favorite so I hope you’ll like this,’’ he adds, gaze glowing happily.

‘‘Ah. Thank you,’’ before taking a sip, you murmur, bowing your head little to show your gratitudes. Risky mood runs away after the hot liquor lingers around your mouth, playing, tickling your tongue over and over until it has lost its ruins. Well, you can say that you liked Jimin without having any lack of sympathy before he even treated you with the oh so familiar taste. It was soothing, alarming your senses to ease kind of a taste, and you remembered how your mother always made a cup of this tea whenever you gave her a tantrum. It never mattered if the tantrum was caused because you wanted a shoe, or rejected by those companies over and over again. And for a split moment your heart jammed between the agonizing longing over seeing her crow's foot while your mother smiles endearingly. ‘‘What is this?’’

Seeing how your face lightens with the flush crepting up your face, Jimin waits a second to answer. ‘‘It-it’s my mother's recipe. Why?’’

‘‘You serious?’’ mouth falling open, having no control over the tone of your voice, you yowled. Without wasting another minute, you gulp down the second sip. Licking the taste out of your lips, a smile beamed to your face.

‘‘W-why?’’ stuttering his words, Hoseok leaned closer. Dramatic dread banged his face in a flash of light, but before he could gather his senses, Jimin’s mischievous eyes caught him.

‘‘My mother always made this when I felt angry or emotionally sick. Even now,’’ giggling away your embarrassment as you shared much again. Seeing the way Hoseok’s dimple color the side of his upper lips as it gets smaller with the curling smile. His eyes glistened with the dim joy covering over his chest. And it affected you. ‘‘So who made them?’’ you look back as you were able to see the creator of your childish happiness, and attempt stealed a tiny laugh from Jimin’s lips.

‘‘It’s a secret for now,’’ with a twisted smile curling his face, he swallowed a big sip from his coffee. ‘‘As we need to leave now. Right hyung?’’ Two pairs of eyes land on Hoseok, who was locking his gaze on you with an adoring smile on the corner of his lips. Not wanting to show it on your face, you were heartbroken a little as he just got here. They. They just got here. And you can’t deny that you had fun talking with Jimin, sharing the same recipe from your mother’s was exciting. But you had to gulp down your disappointment after seeing the mealy eyes, you faked a giggle. ‘‘I will be okay if you’re looking at me like that because you think I’m too powerless to be left alone.’’ To be honest, you lied to avoid revealing any kind of negative expression. Including yourself, as you repeat that you don’t need someone to hold your hand and wait by your side. Liar.

‘‘Did you came here with your car?’’ he was about to turn his back when the idea hit him, and he gestured his body towards you once again. Reminding you of the absence of any vehicles to take you back to your not so lovely, cold home. Whether you were exaggerating the situation of your home, you blamed the loneliness. It made you feel cold in there, like a lost puppy, who can’t find the way back home. ‘‘Uber gonna work for me today,’’ you hinder the unnecessary thoughts of you, smiled naively. Then, ecstasy glowed in his browns. Like he detected something way good to celebrate it with a genuine grin. ‘‘If it’s okay, I’d like to drive you back. I had a semi-promise as I remember?’’

This was unexpected. As you stare at him back, lips parted slightly due to the maze you found yourself in, feeling a bit funny. Hoseok felt the urge to continue as you stayed staring as you just swallowed a stick. ‘‘My shift is almost over, so you don’t have to wait too long. But only if you’re comfortable,’’

‘‘O-okay.’’ Comfortable? Was he joking or he was that oblivious to the way you move, act like a fool around him. ‘‘It would be fine, I guess..’’ your voice trailed off in the end. Afraid to be a burden on him, you were about to turn down his offer. But a blooming, heart-shaped smile put you back on the place. He wasn’t doing these to look kind, he was kind and really wanted to help you out. Even though you weren’t aware of that.

Wetting his lips ecstatically, his fingers met with his hair as he didn’t know where to put them. ‘‘Then I’ll be at the front gate in half an hour later?’’ he noted. Waving his goodbye, as you mimicked him back without forgetting Jimin, telling him how glad you are that you met him. His half-moons appeared as he bid his goodbye back, wrapping his arms around you tightly. It surprised you how sincere he was, but you put aside your cold-hearted acts for a second to hug him the same way. Which, it felt nice. Now, you were going to wait for him after seeing Doctor Kim, and get your medicine. You knew he would give you an antibiotica as you were aware of the current situation. Yes, it is good. Think about antibiotics to press down your horror, your anxiety over being driven to your home by Hoseok. That would hold back your mind from whirling around.

Life was funny. The way it worked amazed everyone in this world as well as you. It was funny because you were a mess not long ago. Agonizing, trembling waves of pain never left your chest for a moment, and you found yourself crying in every possible corner. Opposite to the current emotions howling inside of you. Heart stepped closer to the edge of a skyscraper, almost ready to jump with the non stop thrill pumping out of it. After feeling like ages now, you feel the blooming tiny happiness inside your chest. Besides being a good thing, it was also terrifying as you were broken like a glass, torn into million pieces by the love of your life. At least you thought he was the one. Luckily or not, it came out as a false alarm. He wasn’t the one, and never intent to be. Stop thinking about that imposter you wrecked idiot. There was no way that he could make you sad anymore. Not that you had someone, or thinking about filling his old place. Speaking of the devil’s name, you were not thinking about Hoseok to fill his place, but he helped you in the way he wasn’t aware. You come to your senses, remembering you were still a living, breathing human being. Pregnant or not. It wasn’t the end of the world, and you will figure out what to do. Sooner or later. You always did.

Maybe this, being all sunshine, a ball of optimism was an effect of Hoseok. Still, you were happy at the moment. Weren’t you?

‘‘Oh. You are here,’’ breathy voice came right beside you, tearing you apart from overthinking. And you made the first mistake by sizing him from head to toe. Seeing him in loose black sweatpants, green sporty jacket and darker shade of green t-shirt keeping a necklace above his chest, cost you. The damn glasses didn’t help you, as well. It tied your tongue how his façade changed with a simple outfit. He looked breathtaking indeed. Landing his beg from his shoulders, he pushed back his glasses on his nose. ‘‘I was anxious a bit that you’d left as it took more than I expected to come here,’’

A heavy breath turns into a silent hiccup, hitting you on the chest when his eyelids crinkles with an apologetic smile. This was going to be the biggest mistake you ever made - without counting your pregnancy, of course - and you didn’t pay much attention at the exact moment. It felt warm on the chest, if you had to find an excuse. ‘‘Were you? I just came here, too, so it's okay.’’ Forty minutes wasn’t that long and yes, one can say you just come here.

‘‘Great then. Shall we?’’ Hoseok gestured to the exit, waiting for you to stand beside him. Both of you ignored the growing awkwardness for as long as you can. He was going to drive you home. It was a long road, and you couldn’t just ditch him without offering him something in return.

Imitating him, you arrived in his car in the park. Shiny red car awakened your admiration. Not that you get paid poorly, or you knew much about cars, but you were smart enough to understand how expensive this car is. ‘‘Do you want me to open the heater?’’

‘‘Huh?’’ staring him like a deer in the headlight, you stopped brushing your hands to your pants. He caught you out of blue. ‘‘No, no. It’s not that cold. Just… just my cold hands, that’s all.’’ sinking deeper in the black leather seat, you gulped. Blinking unaware of how pale your face is, you blurt out a plane smile. Never thought of being a woman who likes his partners in such a power, or in great wealth, butterflies raised inside of you. As witnessing the way he grabbed the wheel like ruling a whole country caught your attraction. Was watching someone while driving count as a kink? You didn’t hope so. Fucking pregnancy hormones.

‘‘Can you write the address on the navigation?’’ he pleaded, locking his seat belt. As you mirrored him before typing your address with a shaky hand. Since when giving your address stopped becoming a threat, you didn’t care. Finishing the task he gave, you leaned back happily. Anxiety still tried to get away where you pressed it down, wanted to eat your happiness alive and offer you the biggest panic attack you ever had. Fortunately, Hoseok managed to hold you at ease, even without working for it. After ten minutes of silence - and it was long enough for you to have a drip of sweats on your forehead - he broke it with an apology. ‘‘You can take back your apology that you bid for you friend’s behavior, as mine didn’t act very differently,’’

Releasing the bottom lip free from your teeth’s torture, you turned your head. ‘‘You don’t have to apologize for Jimin. He was sweet,’’ mentioning of his name, mischievous half-moons came alive in your mind. You smiled with the memory. Which Hoseok catched it with the corner of his eye. ‘‘I almost forgot the taste of that tea my mother made for me. So he did something very good for me,’’ you bobbed your head, continuing to smile.

With the word ‘mother’, Hoseok’s memory of seeing you on the bench while crying, having a heart-to-heart talk with your mother rouse itself. Rusty weariness still visible in your façade, his heart sank into a familiar ache, remembering how desperate you looked before. Unintentionally he grabbed the wheel tighter, brows snapped together as he had no power to hold back the pain you were feeling. First time in his life, he felt useless and it bothered him so much. ‘‘Is she living far from you?’’

‘‘If you call two hours of car ride far, then yes?’’ lifting your brow up, you eyed his genuine smile. Eyes getting thinner with the weight of his cheek, milky teeth appeared.

‘‘I never thought that you’ll turn out as a lazy person,’’ as your mouth takes the shape of an ‘o’, his giggles suffuse the car. ‘‘C’mon. Beat me if I’m wrong but you are not really thinking its long, right?’’

‘‘Well, can’t a woman be lazy in peace?’’

‘‘Yep, of course.’ holding his giggle behind, he struggled as you rolled your eyes. ‘‘You are totally. Totally had every right to be lazy. Over a two hours car ride,’’ covering his palm under his lips, honeyed cackles slipped away. He was lucky you found him cute. No. No you didn’t.

‘‘Rude.’’ you crossed your arms above your chest, shifting your direction out of the car, watching the nearest things disappear in a moment. Cars, trees and buildings fading away until the vehicle slowed down a bit, and then stopped going as the red light blurted out. Knowing it will look childish to put an attitude over something this stupid, but for some reason, you also knew he wouldn’t find this abrupt. You would hold your mind busy with keeping an attitude towards Hoseok if your eyes hadn't caught two girls passing by in front of the car, eating the donut ice cream sandwiches in such a piquant way. You knew it was grilled donut, and you would sell your soul just to have one of them right now. Mouth watered with the sight, and tickling craving increased little by little. Covering every piece. If your lips have been locked together a tiny bit loosely, a drop of saliva would drip to the corner of your chin. You read a lot about pregnancy cravings, but you never had this strongly. Fingertips never itched to grab those sandwiches, tear them apart from the girl’s hand this much. Teeth nibbing the bottom lip, you clawed your palms to hold yourself back. At the verge of crying from the need you feel, shaky breath step in the nostrils. It wasn’t the place for this. Not now. Not in front of him.

Eventually, the light turned green, car moved far away from the girls. From the ice cream sandwiches. Far away from the sweet, mesmerizing taste. Fuck this shit. You were about to lose your mind, and nothing took your mind from those sinful sweets you craved so much. Bottom lip starts to tremble with the amount of sadness you gather inside, head almost whirl around and you almost give away a big whine. It was so stupid to feel, but nothing was going to change the way you feel as you know about this--

‘‘Here we are!’’ the man on the wheel turned his head to give an eye curling smile. But your reaction confused him. Trembling lip, the tip of the nose got pink. Teary eyes wide open, looking upset. He had no doubt. You were looking like a little girl, and his heart grew soft. ‘‘Is everything ok-’’

‘‘Thank you for driving me,’’ the brittle voice came out shaky. First, you think about leaving the car as fast as you can and curl in your sheets and cry as you hold tears back, hardly. But the logical side of you found this cruel. Rude also. So you add before grabbing the door handle, ‘‘Can I offer you a cup of coffee? Or whatever you want?’’

Afraid of avowing his thrill, Hoseok bobbed his head. ‘‘I don’t want to tire you-’’

‘‘Hoseok, you drive me back all the way down. This is much I can do for you, so please?’’ If his heart didn’t explode before witnessing the warming scene, it was about to. As you said his name in such a tone, adding the cutting please at the end. He was about to lose his mind. That’s all.

‘‘Okay but I have to get something. You go first, okay?’’ eyes flickered with bliss, your nod was enough for him as a response.

Choosing stairs over the elevator, you breathe out. It was tiring but counting this as an exercise wasn’t the worst thing you had done. Still too burned out from the severe need of the particular dessert, you barely hold yourself on your feet. It was a tiring day. Very, indeed. Throwing your shoes aside, panic bloomed out of sudden. The living room looked like a war scene, and the man you just invited forcefully were about to witness this mess. Standing mortifiedly, you moved swiftly. Gathering the used napkins, dirty t-shirts and socks between your arms, immediately you throw them into your bedroom. He wouldn’t enter here, would he?

Of course he wouldn’t you horny bastard!

Shaking your head, you turn back to collect the dirty bowls and cups from the table. You only be able to throw them into the sink but at least they belong to the kitchen. ‘‘The thing I get hype for,’’ you mumbled while adding coffee to the filtre on your machine. Pregnancy made your life boring. With these simple events, your heartbeats bobbed over your throat. But boring meant a simple life, and simple didn’t bother you that much. Well, you were going to give birth last than eight months later. Simple days didn’t sound that bad now. Thinking about the pain you will feel… Gosh, it was enough to send shivers to your spine. Opening the oven to boil water, you closed your eyes for a second.

Knock. Knock.

Your heart-shaped positivity wasn’t late. It was a bit weird for him to find your apartment right away, as it was his first time. But you didn’t want to bother yourself with such a lame topic, as you opened the door, greeting him with a big grin. He was a guest now. You better act responsible for once. ‘‘Welcome-’’ mouth hanging open, you falter.

‘‘To be honest, I also love ice cream donuts.’’ your real life angel takes a step inside with a box in his hand. ‘‘But I also know how intense and painful can be the pregnancy cravings.’’ exploring his dimpled smile, you stand still in awe. Knees almost gave away with the piercing glee.

‘‘How-.. how exactly you understand?’’ stuttering the words, his smile beamed bigger.

‘‘You were looking at the donuts the same way Mickey stared at my steak. Not to be rude, but it was kinda scary seeing you like that.’’ fingers covering his mouth, lovely giggle slipped once more. And, for the thousand times today, you wanted to cry, but this time it was because of the weight of an armful of happiness. Gratitude. Seeing him all giggly, standing in front of you with a box full of donuts, his thoughtfulness warmed your heart. ‘‘Oh. Did I say do something bad? You look like you were about to cry-’’

‘‘Thank you,’’ words come out in a whisper, husky by the shoulder of him covering your mouth. As you hugged him. Without thinking further. Tightly. Well, when it comes to you, acting unresponsible wasn’t new, but with the new situation made everything even worse. Now, emotions were higher, heavier, wider inside. Plus, he was literally working on breaking your senses, you thought. Even though you sensed he wasn’t a person like that. All calculated and acting sneaky to trick you into something. He was doing all these out of sympathy, and how you didn’t know particularly, but it made everything even more irresistible. Him, to be more specific.

‘‘S-sorry for…’’ after his hesitant arms letting you off, you gestured to the space between you two. The regret now shaped after your temerity, daring to do something like that whirled your stomach. It felt empty, or about to be empty.

His voice mirrored the caringness he puts out, ‘‘Hugging is not something you should be sorry for Y/N,’’ the taller’s heart fluttered inside his chest, like it had wings to do that. Childish joy filled his guts, seeing you can’t press your smile behind. It gave him a weird satisfaction. ‘‘And don’t want to pressure you or anything but are you going to let me in?’’ he tilted a brow, taunting you with the softest way possible.

‘‘Oh, shit-..I mean ‘m sorry,’’

‘‘I thought we agreed not to say sorry anymore,’’ finding you while standing, open mouthed, and not knowing what to do, he decided not to push you anymore. It was fun to him, seeing you all going wide-eyes, lips parted in confusing, and the blush covering the fair cheeks. For the sake of your nerves, he pushed back the laughter when you gestured him inside in defeat. Though, you looked so cute, for his eyes. Shyness of you, the way you tried to pick the right words to spill them, or the way you get all high color of red when you revealed your true self, unintentionally, caused his desire to know you get deeper. It was too early to feel, but seeing you sitting in front of him with a cup of tea between your palms, eying the floor amusingly anxious, bloomed something in his upper body.

‘‘Thanks for the coffee. It's delicious.’’ he gently commanded, pointing the cup in your direction to emphasize. Eyes of him fixed on your face, around your lips. A loud gulp trembling inside of your ears, you blinked. Too much.

‘‘Do I… something on my face?’’ chewing the bottom lip, tap of your nails filled background with tensed noises. When he nodded and pointed to your face, you were surprised. As you weren’t expecting the blurted question would be real.

‘‘Yep.’’ he touched his own face, ‘‘Little upper side of the lips,’’

Wiping the remains of the ice cream off of your face, you wanted to dive into between the floor and never come back. ‘‘Ahh,’’ you murmured a weak thanks, blank space between you and him getting bigger and bigger as the embarrassment filled your cup. Silence fell down on the space, the pressed worry now peeking its head out of you, while you brushed your palm over the leg. You didn’t know what you were expecting when you invited him over, as you nearly know each other, and maybe nothing in common to talk about. But the stargazer side of you hoped you would find something to talk about, and spontaneously you would come out as the funnest, lively person he met. Bet, you were someone he never met before but you did not think it was something to be happy over.

‘‘So, you have a dog,’’ What again? This is your best shot to find something to talk with him? What a brilliant mind you had over there. Well, how could you blame him if he decides to leave you right now, right here.

‘‘Ah, yeah. He is living with my family but yes, I can say that I have,’’ he points out kindly. Probably thinking what was wrong with you as you both looked and sounded dumb and the most boring- ‘‘I see you are living alone? No pet or a roommate.’’ he distracts you from the stressing thoughts that wandered around your mind, tiny uncertainty hanging on his face as he was afraid to pass the line.

‘‘I never thought about having a roommate, or a pet. Even though I like them beyond measure.’’ you continued after a pale smile occurring over your face. ‘‘Maybe in the future? Though, my mother would try to convince me not to, as I’m barely holding myself together,’’ you laughed weirdly as you confessed. He joined you with a wide smile. Mouth taking a shape of a heart, something snapped inside. You licked your lips in need. Something was playing with your air, as you hardly inhaled some. ‘‘Would you do everything your mother said?’’

‘‘Uhm… Probably, yes?’’ crinkling your brows, you gave a thought on it.

‘‘But two hours of car ride still too much?’’

‘‘Hey!’’ wide smile turned into laughter when you protested, and soon after, you joined him. It was impossible to do anything else. The tone of the laugh sounded familiar, comfortable, euphoric, and joyful. And wrongly, it made you spill, blurt out the things you kept to yourself, without even thinking much. The mood turned into a gloomy one right after you started to talk. But it didn’t disturbed you the way you thought it would.

‘‘I know… I know it’s not that long, but, as you know, this pregnancy thing is very new for me, and… and probably you guessed that, but I wasn’t expecting this. And clearly not handling it well. I just can’t confront her before I get used to this, and maybe figure it out what to do?’’ exhaling, heaviness of your chest lessened. ‘‘Unexpectedness of this is already hard and trying to handle this alone is even harder-’’

‘‘Alone?’’ Hoseok couldn’t stop himself before letting the word slip, he regrets it right after. When he cut you off, you realized you shared too much. Eying the cup of tea between your palms, as it had something inside and made you spill all of this. But, without having regrets you continued, worried chuckles jerked out by the lips. ‘‘Well, as it shows, when you aren’t the one who had a growing baby inside, it’s easier to run away.’’

‘‘Oh… I’m sorry,’’ Hoseok doesn’t know what to say in return. He is sorry indeed, but mostly angry. Unreasonable rage burning his chest, his eyes, his palms, he stays silent. His logic just can’t put two in two when it's come to think how someone can be this… this relentless. Memories of your broken face, voice, comes alive once again in his mind, now, everything makes sense. The hurt on your face, loneliness of your eyes. Now he understands why your voice always sounded so weak, so crushed. The blue never leaves your façade. It breaks Hoseok’s heart, but he is thankful as you opened your heart. He feels important. Someone you can talk to. And the elder promises not to hurt this trust you showed, innerly. He puts his anger aside, and focuses to make your face wrinkle with laughter.

And, he does it.

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you-did-well-moon · 4 years

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Sf9 reaction to s/o on their period

Type: fluff uwuwuuwu

A/n: oh god, fun fact, I got my first period on Halloween. I think I laughed too hard and it just- Moving on. I don't have a lot of cramps, but when I do, they’re bad T-T. I remember rolling around the floor screaming “I don't want to be a girl anymore” while my mom watched from the kitchen. She then told all my aunts. ahaha actually moving on now. On to the reaction. Don't be afraid to talk to me or to request - Moon

Youngbin

Youngbin strikes me as the type of person to make sure he really wants a relationship with someone before confessing, so you’re basically his ride or die and he’d do anything for you. That being said, congratulations, you have this boy wrapped around your finger. Your boyfriend is now your personal maid. He’s the type to make you feel good. Your tummy hurts? He’s trying to make it better by massaging it. You're suddenly upset with him because of a mood swing? Youngbin will take it like a champ smiling softly at you and crushing you into his arms while wondering how you can be so cute while pouting at him for accidentally leaving your favorite cup too high for you to reach. Youngbin already showers you in compliments, but he always manages to take it up a notch while you’re on your days of the month. Youngbin will surprise you with cute little things like a bath with a bath bomb and rose petals, your favorite flowers, or proposing to bake a cake together and making a mess of the kitchen.

“Your pants don't fit because your tummy is bloated babe. It’s normal. Just wear some sweatpants. You look beautiful either way”

Inseong

Every time, Inseong will be a bit awkward with you. Not because you’re on your period, but because he wants to do nice things for you. He’s just worried he’s doing too much or that he’s being clingy. Eventually, (after some reassurance from you because he will end up talking to you about it) he’ll grow comfortable trying to take your mind off things by doing sweet random gestures. If you’re craving something, you’ll find it on your bed by the end of the day with a sticky note accompanied by a cute pick-up line on it. If you’re on your way to work/school, Inseong will send you a text to check your gallery where you find silly selfies he took while you were probably getting ready. He will make you lay your head on his lap with tinted cheeks, and he'll read to you even exaggerating some of the dialogue parts to make you laugh. If you’re having a particular bad day, you will get met with Inseong’s unsure smile with a blanket fort behind him and your favorite movie ready to play on his laptop.

“Eh? Those cookies on your bed? Me? No no, you got it all wrong. It was probably Casper trying to make one of the most angelic people in the world show her lovely smile again”

Jaeyoon

Jaeyoon’s energy will literally sky rocket every time you're on your time of the month. Homeboy is probably preparing jokes for you two weeks prior to your period (yes, he will keep track of your period that's just how much of a boyfriend he is). He loves seeing his girl laugh, and he wants you to spend the week your mood usually gets bought down happy. Especially because of him. This dude will not be afraid to tease you. Nothing about your period like staining the bed. He teases you about things he’s always teased you about like tripping on nothing. If you’re having a particularly bad day and Jaeyoon’s lighthearted teasing gets to you, he won’t hesitate to smother you in kisses. If you’re still mad at him, he’ll follow you around pouting and acting cute for your forgiveness. You of course, give in. Something cute I think Jaeyoon would do is sit you down, your hands clasped in his and his forehead pressed against yours holding eye contact with you making you tell him all the good things that happened in your day. He’ll give you a little kiss for every good things you tell him.

“Come on y/n, you know I didn't mean it when I laughed at the toilet paper stuck to your shoe. I can't have your cute little butt slipping because of toilet paper. I know! I’ll impersonate Dawon when he accidentally ate nail polish for you.”

Dawon

Did someone order a koala? That’s basically what he becomes every time your time of the month comes around. He’ll act a bit clingier than usual (okay maybe a lot), but if you ask for space, he won’t falter in taking a step back and letting you breathe. The only reason Dawon goes into koala mode when you’re on your period is because he wants to be there in case you need/want something. Honestly, he’ll probably do something stupid like draw on your face while you were taking a nap. He will be whiny the rest of the day when you scold him. In his defense, he thought you could both laugh about it when you eventually did get up. He makes it better by letting you do something he normally doesn't let you do because he gets flustered and blushes a lot. He lets you cuddle him trace and touch his tattoos with a limited time offer of cuddles (it's not that limited). Of course you've seen his tattoos a hundred times before, but he’s usually asleep for it. In turn, he will trace lines across the slopes of your face mumbling how his day went against the crown of your head.

“What do you mean you have to go to the restroom? The restroom can fit two people. Ouch- okay I’ll get off of you just come back ASAP. I don't think I can take being too far away from you for too long”

Zuho

Juho will make sure you’re having the time of your life the whole time you're on your days. He invites you to his studio where you have crazy dance parties singing and rapping to one of his songs while you dance around with colorful wigs and other wacky accessories. He plays stupid games with you like paper rock scissors sticking out his tongue at you when you lose but still handing you his last Skittle. If you don't want to go out, that's perfectly fine for him too. He snuggles up to you on the couch while watching a scary movie spilling popcorn everywhere and screaming in an unbelievably high pitch. He’s just trying to make your period as not miserable as he can. He becomes even softer for you (if that’s even possible). He lets you play with his hair or put crazy makeup on him. Although he may look grumpy while in the process, he goofily laughs posing ridiculously when you tell him he looks pretty. He’s even letting you distract him in the studio tickling you when you grab his attention for too long.

“I never thought I'd look this good in long pink hair. You got the lyrics wrong but I'll let it pass since you’re cute.. and I love you”

Rowoon

Seokwoo usually teases you a lot, but he eases up on it when you’re on your period.He will bring you tea and pills when you’re having cramps watching worriedly as you curl up in pain. He runs his hands though your hair softening the crease between your eyebrows and shushing you softly when you whine out in pain. He will push you to eat saying the healthier your body is the better you will feel after your period ends. He contentedly smiles watching you fondly when you eat what he made. He will bring you outside and make you play something simple such as catch telling you he read on the internet that moving around will help ease up the pain in your lower abdomen. He is very patient with you when you get overly sensitive over something listening to you talk waving your arms around while internally thinking of how cute you look crying at Finding Nemo. He then eventually herds you to the bed telling you take a nap tucking you in and leaving a kiss against your forehead rubbing his nose against yours playfully before leaving to shower promising to join you later.

“Come on love, let's take a nap. I promise you’ll feel better when you wake up. See your beautiful self later babe, rest up”

Taeyang

Taeyang will also be one to tease his girlfriend, but he will change up his teasing. Instead of teasing you to annoy you, he'll do it more to bring up your mood and make you laugh. He pinches your cheek and calls you cute. Actually, you didn't advise him when you were on your period until you were sure the relationship was serious. When you first told him, Taeyang was a bit awkward, but he quickly shook it off smiling and nodding asking if you needed anything. Knowing how sensitive you can get during your time of the month, he’ll get a bit protective (not overbearing) of you. If a member teases you, he sends them a small sharp glare. He will make sure you don't watch that movie that makes you cry every time. He will make sure you spend your days while on your period as relaxed as you can. Taeyang would take you on walks with beautiful flowers and plants along the path smiling as you take everything in beaming in delight. He will stay at home with you playing his guitar while conversing about random topics with you.

“This isn't the first time you've seen those flowers jagi, yet you still stop to look at them every time. You're too adorable for your own good sometimes angel”

Hwiyoung

Hwiyoung will be the member who will be the shyest when you first tell him you're on your period. He’ll probably also freak out the most when you start curling in on yourself because of some painful cramps. He probably runs around the house looking for something that can help you until you eventually tell him what kind of pills to get you and to heat up a water bottle. There’s nothing to worry about, he will definitely be more prepared for next time. He will constantly ask you if he can do anything for you, and he gets a hang of what helps you out the most. Hwiyoung spends a lot of time with you goofing off and playing around. He draws with you purposefully giving you a big nose while drawing you and cackling when you lightly throw a pencil in his direction. Something you guys would probably do is intentionally get movies many say are bad and laugh while watching them. When you fall asleep on his shoulder tired of the day’s activities, he will fondly gummy smile at you before gently shaking awake to go to bed.

“What do you mean your uterus is murdering you? Is that normal? Oh- please don't cry. Tell me what I can do to take the pain away love”

Chani

Early in the relationship, when you first tell him about your period, he will observe you quietly. He just wants to see how he can help you out, so he doesn't do anything wrong when he’s trying to take care of you while you’re on your days of the month. After getting a good look at what he can do to help you out, he will be more active around you when you’re on your period. He will take many naps with you softly singing you to sleep and resting your head in the crook of his arm lightly running his hands up and down your arm. He will act cute only for you when he sees you’re having a hard time. He sits next to the bathtub when you’re in the bath he prepared for you, and he even massages your shoulder before throwing a towel at your face telling you to finish so you could go watch some movies. He’s playful with you chasing you around your apartment spinning you around when he catches you. He smiles warmly at you and chuckles lowly when you give him those puppy eyes asking if you can go to the corner store to get snacks. He just ruffles your hair agreeing a second later.

“So what if this is the fifth nap we’ve had this day. We both need our rest. Now go to sleep and dream of me”

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lucky-papa · 4 years

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New Toy

Pairing: Nestor x OC (Luciana Reyes)

Word count: 2.5K (I got carried away...)

Warning: N/S/F/W, vaginal sex, sex toys

AN: I’m sorry this too so long lmao I didn’t expect me to take this long to finish it

Tagged: @everyhowlmarksthedead @briana-mishell24

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Luciana sighed out as she leaned against the kitchen island and stared at Nestor. He was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and reading some texts he had received from Miguel and Marcus. He looked up at Luci from across the room and smiled.

"Why don't you come join me, mi amor?" Nestor asked softly as she moved from where she was towards the kitchen table. Nestor patted his lap some as Luciana gently said down in his lap.

"Can't you just call Miguel and say you're sick? I have a few packages coming today." Luciana asked and smirked some. Nestor gave her a look as he placed a small kiss on her cheek.

"We have an important meeting today with the Mayans and Adelita. If I wasn't doing that today then I would." Nestor said as he began placing small kisses against Luciana's neck. She hummed softly and closed her eyes.

"I can't promise that I won't already have my packages open and used once you get home." Luciana explained. She was hinting at what she bought but still kept it a surprise for Nestor.

"If you use anything before I come home, mi amor, you're going to be in trouble." Nestor said as he placed a small kiss on Luciana's cheek before going to stand.

"Have fun at work, Nestor. I love you. Stay safe." Luciana placed her hands gently on his chest and a small peck on his lips. Nestor smiled softly as he placed another kiss on her lips, deepening it a bit.

"I'll be home for dinner tonight. I'll call if I'm not." Nestor said as he took his coffee cup to the kitchen sink. Luci hummed softly to herself as she waved at Nestor before he heading to the garage to get into the SVU.

Once Nestor had left, Luciana checked the tracking number on her packages. It still hasn't updated and she just wanted everything to be here. A sigh escaped her lips as she turned and began to clean up the dishes Nestor had used for breakfast.

Luciana had wanted to bring a few toys into the bedroom but she never wanted Nestor to feel discouraged. He was amazing in bed, but a girl needed something different. So she decided some new lingerie would be nice and a Hitachi Magic Wand. She had read some amazing reviews on the vibrator and decided she would try it.

Luciana did the daily housework while also texting her brothers and talking to her father on the phone. Ez had decided to FaceTime Luciana since him and Angel were on a run and they wanted to check in on their big sister. As Luciana laughed at some stupid joke Angel had told her, the doorbell rang.

"Ooh! My packages are here! I'll talk to you two later. Oh! And we're a surprising pop with dinner Friday! Ez will keep him distracted long enough for Angel and I break into his house and try not to burn it down." Luciana explained to her brothers. They both laughed and said their goodbyes as she threw her phone to the side.

Luciana quickly got up to grab the three boxes from the porch and carried them into the house. She ran as fast as she could into the bedroom to open the boxes and smiled at the box of the hitachi wand. She was excited to use it and just didn't want to wait until Nestor got home.

Luciana got the toy out of the box and quickly plugged it in to charge it up as she opened the other boxes. All the lingerie she had bought were in the other two boxes and she forgot exactly how much she had bought. Thank God Nestor never looked at her bank account since she had spent way too much money on her latest internet shopping spree.

Stripping out of her pajamas she wore all morning, Luciana slipped on her crotchless lacy one piece and quickly adjusted the straps. This was the first piece of crotchless panties or lingerie she owned and she was kind of scared. What if Nestor didn't like it? Luciana let out a sigh and pushed those feelings out of the way. He was going to love everything she bought.

Luciana put on some shorts before going through the house and doing some daily chores. After cooking herself lunch and doing the laundry, Luciana looked at the time and huffed. Nestor wouldn't be home for another two hours and thought it wouldn't hurt to use her new toy. So, Luci made her way to the bedroom and took her shorts off. Unplugging the wand from the charging cable, Luci settled on the bed. She was glad she bought a cordless toy since the outlet on the wall was pretty far from the bed.

Playing with the two speeds on the toy, Luciana was worried at first. They both were pretty intense and fast speeds but she read that you'd have the best orgasms with it. Luci let out a sigh as she calmed down and she turned the toy on. She stared at it for a moment before moving it down between her legs.

The vibrations were intense. More intense than she's ever felt before. But it felt good, it felt amazing. A loud moan escaped her lips as her hips thrusted up into the toy before settling back onto the bed. Her eyes were closed as she just focused on the pleasure she was feeling. It was something she had never felt before.

Luciana didn't hear the front door open and when Nestor walked into the house, he heard the moans of his girlfriend. Nestor stopped and stood there, listening. Slowly he made his way to the bedroom and the faint buzzing of the toy became louder and louder along with the moans. Nestor opened the bedroom door and smirked when he saw his girlfriend in the beautiful lingerie, legs spread with the toy pressed hard against her clit.

Nestor just watched Luciana as her hips lifted off the bed as she let out a loud moan. Luciana's orgasm hit her hard and it was the best feeling in the world. As much as Luciana loved whenever Nestor could get her to that point, boy did the vibrator make her see stars. Luciana pulled the toy away from her and turned the toy off and just laid there.

A small chuckle left Nestor's lips as Luciana's head shot to the side. Luciana let out a sigh as she grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her body.

"Jesus Christ, Nestor. You can't just sneak up on me!" Luciana shouted out as she sat up. Nestor smirked and licked his lips some at the sight he saw.

"I was going to surprise you. Mikey let me go early." Nestor said as he sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the blanket away from his girlfriend's body and looked over the new lacy lingerie. His eyes roamed over her body and paused when he looked down towards her legs.

Luciana smirked as she laid back and spread her legs. An auditable groan escaped Nestor's lips as he moved to stand at the edge of the bed in front of Luciana. He was staring at her as he grabbed a hold of her ankles and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.

"I told you if you used your toy before I got home, you'd be in trouble..." Nestor said as Luciana looked up at him. She had a look on her face, like one a kid has when they were caught doing something bad.

"I'm sorry..." Luciana said and bit her lip. Nestor ran a finger through her folds before shoving it inside her. Luci closed her legs and groaned as she tried to scoot away from him. She was overstimulated and she wasn't quite ready for round two.

"Open your legs, mi amor. I want to see." Nestor said as he forced her legs open with his free hand. Nestor shoved another finger into Luciana's heat as she lifted her hips off the bed and moaned out.

"S-stop! It's too muuuuch." Luciana looked back at Nestor and tried her best to squirm away from him. With a raised brow, Nestor removed his fingers from her and took a step back. Luciana raised her head off the bed to look at her boyfriend. He slowly began unbuttoning his top before his hands drifted down to his belt to undo it. As he pulled the leather from the loops, he undid the button on his dress pants and quickly took his button up off.

Luciana just watched as Nestor undressed himself and stood there in front of her in just his boxer-briefs. His erection was strained against the thin fabric and Luciana licked her lips thinking about his cock. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her. Nestor just stood there, slowly removing his boxer-briefs. Once they were off and in the pile of clothes now on the floor, Nestor pulled Luciana closer to him, so she was on the very edge of the bed.

"Please, stop teasing me, Nestor." Luci groaned as she bucked her hips towards his erect member. She wanted him, needed him. She was praying she wasn't going to have to beg.

"I told you to wait until I got home, Luciana. You couldn't follow the simple rule..." Nestor said as he slowly ran his tip through her folds. A whimper escaped her lips as she batted her eyes at Nestor.

"I tried to wait, Nestor, I really did... but it was calling my name." Luciana explained as she trusted her hips against his as she felt the tip of his cock slide into her. Letting out a small moan, Luci closed her eyes but then whined once she felt him pull out.

"You didn't try hard enough... and you think you deserve me? My cock?" Nestor asked as he continued to very slowly slide the tip through her folds. Luciana went to open her mouth to speak before Nestor pushed himself into her, filling her up.

Luci's mouth hung open as she threw her head back. It was pure ecstasy feeling him fill her up completely. But he didn't move, no. Nestor just stayed there for what felt like an eternity until he very slowly began pulling his hips away. It was agonizingly slow and Luciana didn't like that. She just wanted him to fuck her senseless.

But Nestor had another idea.

He pulled all the way out before very, very slow pushing back in. Luciana hates this, it felt like she was being tortured. Listening to his girlfriend groan out and beg softly for more, Nestor leaned down and brushed his lips over hers.

"You've been a bad girl, Luci, and now you're gonna pay..." Nestor mumbled against her lips as his hand reached out for the vibrator. The toy that had been long forgotten was turned on as Nestor looked it over. Luciana's eyes widened at the sight of the toy as Nestor ran it slowly over her breasts.

Luciana closed her eyes as she felt the vibrations against her nipples and tried to jerk away. It was too intense for those sensitive buds of nerves so Nestor pulled it away and placed it hard against her clit. The moment she felt the intense vibrations against her, she tried to move away but Nestor grabbed her tightly. He basically pinned her down as he smirked before he began thrusting roughly into her.

This was now a completely different pace than what Nestor was just going and Luciana couldn't handle it. His hard thrusts from him plus the intense vibrations from the toy had her eyes rolling back. It was pure ecstasy.

Nestor watched her face change and smirked as he turned the speed up on the toy and pressed it harder against her sensitive bud. Luci bucked her hips up into the toy and Nestor's hips. His thrusts never faltered.

Luciana couldn’t form any words as she felt her orgasm wash over here. There was no warning since the stimulation from the toy and Nestor was too much for her. Feeling her clench around him, Nestor let out a groan as he threw the toy to the side and quickened his pace.

Nestor let out a long and loud groan as he felt his orgasm nearing. He quickly pulled out as he released his seed all over her lace covered stomach from the lingerie. Luciana looked up at Nestor, chest rising and falling quickly as she glanced down at her stomach. She slowly ran a finger through the cum to collect some before bringing it to her mouth and licking it up. Nestor let out a small groan before walking to the bathroom.

He came back with a wet rag and quickly began cleaning Luci up. She smiled up at Nestor as he cleaned her off before he threw the rag towards the bathroom and curled up into the bed with his girlfriend. Luci placed a very loving kiss against Nestor’s lips as she relaxed against him.

“I love you, mi amor.” Nestor mumbled softly as Luciana placed her head against Nestor’s chest.

“I love you, too.” Luciana smiled up at him. Nestor turned to look at the toy that was beside him in the bed and began chuckling. “What?” Luciana questioned him with a raised brow.

“Nothing. It’s just... I just hope I don’t have any competition in the bedroom.” Nestor stated that caused Luciana to burst out laughing.

“There is no competition, Nestor. It just adds to the pleasure you give me.” Luci explained as she pulled the blanket over their bodies more.

“Emily and Miguel are going away for the weekend, going out of town.” Luciana looked up at Nestor and frowned. She knew what that meant.

“And you’re going with them?” She asked softly as Nestor placed a loving kiss against her lips.

“I am, and you are coming with me.” Nestor said as Luci raised a brow slowly. “He thought a couple’s getaway would be nice for all of us. Going to the beach and then a vineyard.” Nestor explained as he placed another kiss against Luciana’s lips.

“A-are you sure, Nestor?” Luciana was unsure. She wanted to go, she did, but she really didn’t want to feel like he had to take her.

“Mikey has it all planned out for us. Two hotel suits, a cabana on the beach. Please?” Nestor explained the nice weekend getaway. Luciana day there, thinking about it for a few minutes.

“I’d love to go, Nestor. When do we leave?” Luciana asked as she cuddled closer against Nestor’s side.

“Tomorrow morning, 8 AM we head to Mikey’s place and we leave once him and Emily are all ready.” Nestor explained as he ran his fingers slowly through Luciana’s hair.

“Mmm, I should shower... care to join?” Luciana forced herself out of the bed and Nestor was quick to follow her.

#nestor oceteva #nestor oceteva x oc #mayans mc #mayans #mayansmc fanfiction

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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It’s a living (Ben 10 omiverse)

it was a nice and peaceful day in Bellwood for a change, though considering it wasn't the main stream universe's Bellwood that made a degree of sense. In fact even as the main verse Ben sat across from his counterpart, enjoying the Mr.smoothies of universe 23 they could both relax as Seven-seven and Tetrax had decided to stay on earth and work as a team with 23, so were out patrolling. "So, not that it's not awesome to see you from time to time..but usually you showing up means something about to go all fucky fucky...Sooo what brings you here?" 23 asked. "things don't ALWAYS go bad when i show up!" Ben protested, huffing a little. "Mmmhmmm..So you showed up and I get attacked by my future team mates..you show up and the Ben war..you show up and Mad Ben.." 23 said, counting off on his fingers. "..Damn uh.. well I promise, no world ending stuff this time." Ben said, sweat dropping. "I uh.. ok so i told you I recently moved out and got my own place right?" "And yet you haven't invited me back once." 23 said and blew a raspberry to show he wasn't really offended. "eheheh well fact of the matter is I mightttta gone a little beyond my means and kinda sorta..I'm like a week from getting kicked out." Ben said, poking his fingers together sheepishly. "Heh, and what, you want a place to crash?" "welll more thinking maybe since I've been helping you and all that jazz, you could spot me a couple of grand to get me in the clear and stuff?" Ben asked hopefully. "eh..I learned the hard way not to loan friends money Ben. it's why me and my Gwen aren't on speaking terms." 23 said, then took a big drink of his smoothie. "however, I AM willing to help you MAKE the money you need, and more." "...Doing what?" Ben asked, confused. "Cuz gotta say, I've tried the retail thing back home and when you have to stop doing stock to fight alien invaders, you don't keep your job for long." "Pffft as if I'd let you work retail! Nah man! You know I've leveraged my frame and endorsed a TON of things right? Part of how I'm rolling in dough? Well I got this one wanna be sponsor who I'm not big on the product, but they are offering a crazy amount of cash. I figure they'll settle for the Ben of anther universe, you do the gig, we split the money 50/50, and everybody wins." 23 said, taking out a note pad and a pen. "Look uh, not to sound ungrateful, but if I'm the one doing the modeling or whatever, shouldn't I get more then half? and what are you writing down?" Ben asked. "That's how much your half of the deal will be, and I think you'll find it more then fair." 23 said and smirked. Ben frowned and picked up the piece of paper, looking down, then did a double take as his eyes went wide. "Holy crap! what am i modeling off? Missiles?!" he asked, his voice going higher then normal. "nah, no weapons of mass destruction in that sense.. though bet you'll still clear rooms." 23 said and gave a impish grin. "You'll be working for huggies." "..Say what?"

After half a hour of back and forth, and Ben admitting he really didn't have a better option, the two took off, transforming into XCLER8 and Speedyquick instead of hailing a cab and made their way to the huggies headquarters. since 23 was used to this sort of thing Ben mostly let him talk over the contract and tried not to get boarded out of his mind as they talked returns and profit margins, only tuning in when the executive they were talking to (who if Ben didn't know better, he'd swear was this universes version of Charmcaster) brought up diaper usage. "Of course seeing your other self in our new line of Lil' stinkers would do wonders for our promotion of them, but if we could show them being used it would really help sell other points. we're taking photo shoots for magazine spreads and of course some tv and internet ad's. the more you and your client can promise us in terms of selling these diapers are for big babies who need to be put in their place, the more zero's we can add to your check." She said, smiling. "Wait..as in..you know.." Ben interrupted before 23 could talk, and unable to say what he was thinking, and blushing badly, he make fart noises with his mouth. "Heh, yes, we want you to go dooty in your diaper." Hope said, smirking and watching the two boys reactions. "N-No way! I mean I'll wear them and crawl around and stuff, but I'm NOT taking a dump in diapers!" Ben huffed and crossed his arms, shaking his head and well, looking just perfect for the target audience. "Maybe I should give you and your client a moment to talk this over. we can make a deal without the diaper usage but it's going to cut into the bottom line." Hope said and got up and left the room. "Can you BE anymore of a brat?" 23 hissed at Ben. "But..but..she wants me to-" "Yes, I know. I was there. Look Ben, I'm putting my neck on the line for you here, if my other sponsors hear about what a crabby brat your being here, it could affect me. Also your the one who came to me for help, so wouldn't like crapping yourself in huggies and making a boat load of cash once be better then doing a bunch more commercials to make the same amount? And who the hell from your universe is gonna see you doing this anyways?" 23 asked. "But I don't wanna poop in a diaper!" Ben whined and shook his head. "and you can't make me! so th-" he started to add, then suddenly he was yanked out of his chair and over 23's laps. "W-what are you doing?! and when the hell did you get so strong!?" "I've been working out since the mad Ben thing. and I'm gonna do what anyone does with a whinny brat.." 23 said and smirked, tugging down the back of Ben's pants. "I'm gonna spank you." Yanking Ben's skid marked stained briefs up and giving the bigger boy a wedgie and exposing those cheeks, 23 paused. "Last chance to be a good boy and let me handle this." he said. "Y-You don't have the balls!" Ben cried out, his voice carrying. "I gave you a chance." 23 said and shrugged, then brought down his hand on Ben's bubble butt over and over, turning the cheeks nice and red as Ben bawled like a baby.

Since the office wasn't sound proofed, and many people knew that both of the Ben's were in the office, it attracted A LOT of attention as the bigger Ben's voice filled the floor with the sounds of wails and there was the unmistakable sound of buns being tanned. Hope smirked as she listened, feeling she had pegged the relationship between the two boys right, and waited till there was just the sound of the bigger Ben sobbing before going back into her office, and fighting back a chuckle as she saw the bigger boy in the corner, his pants in his chair and his undies still hiked up. the boy had his nose to the corner and his hands on his head, and was whimpering and sobbing gently. "I'm sorry for that, somebody needed a attuide adjustment." 23 said. "oh don't be! I just wish we had recorded that! would of been perfect for the set up of a commercial!" Hope said and chuckled. "well I can always spank him again." 23 offered, chuckling to as Ben whined loudly from the corner. "So, may I assume that your both on board with widdle Benny making uh-ohs and tinkles in his diapers?" Hope asked. "I dunno, Ben, are you ok with messing your diapers?" 23 asked. "Y-Yes! No more spankies!" Ben cried out, his hands going from his head to covering his poor buns. "i think that answers your question." "excellent, then I'll draw up the contract, and if we hurry we can have Ben in the studio in about 2 hours. Make sure he gets LOTS to eat, we wanna show off how the Lil' stinkers hold up to even the biggest messes." Hope said. as 23 and Hope chuckled, Ben whimpered and found himself sucking on his thumb having ALL the regrets.

a hour and half later and a semi pot belly Ben was leaning back in his folding chair, in front of the set and belching off and on. He still hadn't been able to reclaim his pants though he'd been allowed to tug the wedgie out at least, though this just got loads of comments about how diapers might be a good full time choice for him. Ben had swallowed back any come backs or threats he had in mind as every time 23 was quick to pat his still sore booty. going on Hope's advice 23 had forced Ben to chow down, though while the catering table was set up with all sorts of awesome snack foods, including Ben's favorite, chilli fries, it was the large pyramid of at least 23 jar's of prune baby food that 23 had directed Ben to, helping the bigger boy and spoon feeding him as the crew setting up the large nursery chuckled. "Come on ben, one jar to go. you can do it." 23 was saying, grabbing the last jar and smirking at Ben's baby food covered face. "D-Dude..I'm not joking..if I eat one more bite I'ma hurl." Ben whined. "that's what you said two jars ago." "by all means, call my bluff, just when your wearing baby food on your shoes, remember i warned you." Ben said with a weak smile then a LOUD and nasty belch. 23 made a face and waved the air in front of him. "Man, if it smells that bad now.. Maybe i should excuse myself to the other room when you crap yourself." he teased. "N-no way..if I'm doing this..you're watching AND smelling!" Ben whined and Belched again. "Can i get something to drink?" he asked. instantly he realized he should of worded his request better as 23 got a large baby bottle filled with what was hopefully milk, and popped it in Ben's mouth. it only took a few sucks on the nipple to realize that of course, it was formula, and Ben scuched up his face. "Hehehe I have to say Ben, you are JUST too cute like this. I might have to try and lock you into a long term agreement here." 23 teased then winced at the glare Ben gave him. "Kidding! Kidding!" pushing the bottle out of his mouth, Ben went to say something but was cut off as Hope strolled onto the set. "Ok people, time to make some magic. baby Ben, we need you in wardore." she said then pasued. "Oh, Do you know how to put a diaper on?" she asked, suddenly looking sheepish. "N-No." ben whined and a loud toot came out his bottom. "Oh er..I don't think we have time to teach you before you unload." Hope said, holding her nose. "it's ok, I'll diaper the big baby." 23 said happily. "of course you will." Ben muttered, but let himself be lead off to a side room where there was star on the door, with his name on it. "great...I'm about to become famous as a diaper boy.." Ben whined. lead inside 23 just chuckled. "Mr.Devil, he's ready for his close up."

The diaper was MASSIVE, and for a second both boys just stared at it, wondering if Ben was gonna be able to even walk in the thing. it was easily the equal to 10 normal diapers layered together and was a soft baby blue (whether that was a marketing choice or just when they had been making these things expect 23 to model them, neither boy was sure) anther loud toot from Ben's back door which sadly filled the small dressing room had both boys holding their noses, and broke them out of their trance. "I..I don't wanna do this. I'm scared." Ben whined, looking at 23 with pleading eyes and starting to squirm in a way that told him their deadline was coming up fast. "Sorry buddy, we signed the contract. but I'll make sure this goes as fast as possible. all you have to do with whimper and cry, and act like you've been acting, and I'll be doing the voice over." 23 said and reached up, patting Ben's head. Ben whined but let himself be laid down on the teddy bear print changing mat on the floor and just lifted his arms to let 23 tug his shirt off. "we're gonna have to enroll you in a exercise program if we need to keep feeding you like this." 23 teased, noting that while Ben wasn't chubby, he had enough pudge on him to look a bit like baby fat, and the baby food in his tummy wasn't helping. Sliding Ben's undies off 23 tossed them in a trash can behind him, then unfolded the massive diaper as Ben whined. "W-why'd you toss out my undies? A-and were are my pants? F-For after?" he asked, feeling so small and helpless as 23 lifted Ben up but his legs to get the diaper under him. "hush, you let me worry about that..though..heh.." 23 paused the look down at Ben's exposed crotch. "Didn't know you shave." "I uh..haven't gotten my pubes yet.." the bigger in so many ways, but not where it counted boy said. "well that explains your cute widdl-" "Watch it!" Ben huffed and for the first time moved to use his Omimatrix. "Ok ok..Sorry." 23 said sweat dropping. "I've had THREE girls interested in me by the way, so it can't be THAT small!" Ben added and 23 smirked and powdered him lots. "And how many of them saw you down there?" 23 asked, as he tugged the diaper up. "and of those that saw, how many stayed interested?" with the diaper tapped up Ben sat up with a bit of effort, but was blushing and wouldn't look 23 in the eyes. "L-Let's just get this over with." Ben huffed and tried to get up on his own, only to keep falling back on his puffy butt. "That's what I thought." 23 chuckled and then held out his hands, Helping Ben get to his feet. the bigger boys BIG diaper had his legs spread and Ben was barley able to waddle, several times needing to stop and take 23's hands as they made their way out onto the set. 'If i make it though this I'm moving to a smaller apartment so i never have to ask this son of a bitch for a favor again.' Ben thought.

Hope grinned ear to ear and had some of the photographers snap shots of Ben needing help with walking, before coming over with a baby blue bonnet and bib that had white text in comic sans, that read BRAT. Ben would of argued about the add ons, since he was pretty sure that hadn't been in the original deal, if it wasn't for the fact he was using every ounce of control NOT to mess himself too soon and have to start all over. "There we go, don't you just look adorable~" Hope teased and tickled Ben's chin. "A-Ah.S-Stop that..w-we hafa hurry up..I..I can't.." Ben whined and rubbed his tummy, a muffled fart coming out and making hope take a step back. As they started to film, Ben for the most part blissfully blacked out, but of course got to watch the commercial after, with everyone praising him on what a good boy he had been.

"Hey everyone, Ben 23 here, and bringing you yet anther great product. So, brats, we all know one and we've all thought about putting them in their place, but where do you even start to get what you need for it?" Came 23's voice, on a screen of black. "Well the answer for that, Is huggies. That's right, the same company you've been trusting to look after your little bundles of joy is here to help you put those same bundles of joy turned into over sized brats back into little baby's." the screen came into focus and there was Ben, a glazed look in his eyes and holding his tummy, in all his big baby glory. "Most of you know about my other universe counterpart, but what you don't know is that he's a grade A BRAT. as a favor to his friends back in his verse, we're giving Baby Ben the punishment he deserves. isn't that right baby ben?" 23's voice asked as Ben whined and pouted. "Pwease, no wanna go poopies! I'm sowwy!" Ben cried out. "now now Ben, you don't want anther spanking do you?" 23's voice asked, and it was the yelp of fear that sold it as Ben totally lost control. the camera zoomed in as the back of Ben's diaper rapidly started to expand, and loud gross farts were heard. Ben for his part was face down ass up, and pounding a fist on the floor as he filled his diapers, crying and howling but really, it only made the shot better. "Lil stinkers is made with a new material that allows for up to 40 times the normal amounts of waste, which means even with 22 jars of baby food in baby Ben's tummy these diapers won't leak, or your money back." 23 said. the diaper only started to take on a dirty stain of brown in the back as the material reached down to Ben's knees. "with our new smell block guards in the diaper, you'll only get the faintest whiff of the the mess the big babies made. Sure it spares the brat but if your brat is anything widdle Benny here, you're gonna be punished enough changing him." with a few last sputtering farts Ben was apparently finished and sucking on his thumb as he got up on his knees, looking to the cameras. "C-Change pwease?" Ben whined. "Oh silly Ben, if we just changed you right away, where would the fun be in that? with added rash protection built into the diaper, along with bratty baby brand powder, Our little Benny can go 12 hours without a change!" hearing that Ben bawled again, both hands coming up to his eyes and there was just no two ways about it, he looked like a giant baby. "See you in 12 hours little guy! enjoy your poopie diaper." 23 said cheerfully. Ben's cries were muted as they went to the last of it. "Lil stinkers by huggies. put your brat back in diapers, and in their place. Available at a super market near you in two weeks."

Ben naturally wasn't actually kept in the poopie diaper for 12 hours, though they did take the chance to get all the pictures they needed for him in his poopie diapers, with 23 posing in some of them with him. Such as having Ben in his arms, Ben over his lap and pretending to give him a messy spanking, and of course 23 pulling the back of the diaper open as Ben sat on his ass, hugging a teddy bear and sucking on a pacifier and 23 holding his nose. If 23 was being truthfully though he was glad he was wearing his baggy pants as the site of Ben like this almost had little hearts in his eyes and he was tempted to try and keep Ben like this. Still a contract was a contract, and once they had enough footage they got Ben changed into a clean diaper but out of the bib and bonnet, and with his t-shirt back on. Ben was actually in the crib that was part of the set up when he came out of it, the staff and Hope and 23 where having a few drinks. "C-Can somebody come let me out? And.. get me big boy undies and pants?" Ben called, using the crib railing to haul himself to his feet but swaying dangerously if he let go, so knowing he couldn't get out. if the crew heard him, they ignored him and kept talking among themselves and laughing, annoying Ben. "I SAID, SOMEBODY LET ME OUT!" Ben yelled and stomped a foot, slipping and falling on his padded rear. "oh great, the baby is awake." 23 said, smirking and winking to the crew who all laughed. "Your not freaking funny! Let me outta here NOW or I'm going way big!" Ben growled and started to fiddle with his watch. "Way big?" a crew member asked. "as in he's gonna be a big boy?" "No! as in the alien who's 100 feet tall!" Ben huffed and got the watch ready to go. "-sigh- I'll handle this." 23 said and walked over, holding his hands up. "heyy heyy..it's OK Benny. we don't need to bring aliens into this. you're all done here and we'll cash your check at the first bank of Ben then you can go home. OK?" "i want outta this diaper, I want outta this crib! and i want big boy undies and pants!" Ben huffed, keeping his hand over his watch. "heh, your terms are agreeable. we only re-diapered you because you were out of it, and I don't really wanna change anther poopie diaper." 23 lied. He would of totally loved to keep changing Ben's diapers but clearly the little guy had been pushed to his limit.

As it turned out they couldn't find pants in the studio for Ben, or a pair of undies so the poor hero ended up standing in line with 23 at the bank in his t-shirt and diapers, which normally would of caused problems but with 23's technically owning the bank, it was brushed over. The first thing they did after getting the check cashed was go shopping and get Ben a pair of sumo slammer boxers, then off to the food court for him to get the taste of the baby food and formula out of his system, though he wasn't able to eat his full order. 23 joked about how they should of gotten him a happy meal as he wiped up the chilli stains off of Ben's face. after that it was time to go home and Ben gave 23's hand a shake. "..ok, you saved my ass from having to move back home..buttt don't expect me to come back here till this ad campaign is over and done." Ben said. "heh, come on, didn't a SMALL part of you have fun?" 23 asked. "hahahaha NO. Today was the most horrible day of my life, and with the shit I've been though, thats saying something. Maybe you can come over to MY universe sometime and be a diaper boy for me though." "heh. or just show up with a diaper bag." "..Shutting up." with that Ben went back to his home universe, very much richer. Or so he thought.

as it turned out their money while looking the same on the outside, was made differently and raised all sorts of flags when Ben went to go and deposit it in his universe. there was a public cry of outrage that a hero like Ben would try and destabilize a local economy like that, and there was talks of official charges of counterfeiting and maybe even jail time. Not even able to get his cash back, and the Plumbers having to give him the cold shoulder publicly to save face, Ben decided to take a little bit of a vacation (2-7 months while the plumbers legal team got him out of the mess) back in universe 23, figuring that 23 owned him, AND wanting to give him a piece of his mind.

"baby Ben! back so soon?" 23 asked, delighted as a red faced Ben made it to his pent house. on the way over Ben had been recognized, teased and scolded for not being in his diapers and had seen billboard with him in all his blacked out diaper baby glory. "ha.Ha. we have a problem." Ben said, and then nodded to 23's couch. "mind if I take a seat?" "Only if you promise not to make a puddle." 23 joked, but moved aside as Ben came in and flopped down. Ben spent the next 10 minutes explaining out what had happened, as 23 looked upset and shook his head. "Man, that sucks. I'm sorry, i didn't know!" 23 said. "well, I need a place to stay for a little while till i get the OK to go back..so I was wondering if y-" "would put you up here for a few months, heh,. that can be arranged. don't think you'll be able to get a place on your own here unless you just did more commercials though, rent in the city has gone up since i live here." "Not like i have a penny to my name anyways, and was gonna ask if you'd rent me a place..Buttt staying here I guess won't be so bad." Ben said with a little smile. "there is a small price I'd like you to pay..But in return for humoring me on this onnnne tiny little thing, I swear you'll want for nothing while staying with me. all the junk food you could want and any video games, the whole nine yards." 23 said, blushing a little now. "..why am i getting a bad feeling about this?" Ben asked. "well see.. they didn't need the stuff they used in your commercial after you left..so they gave it to me for free..and you were just SO god damn cute.." 23 said, getting up and leading Ben to yup, a recreation of the nursery from the set. "FUCK NO!" "oh come on Ben! i promise! no baby food this time and pop in your baby bottles! Pleasssse?" 23 asked, bringing his hands together. "why in the world would i agree to do that for a few months? I could just go do anther commercial, then get my own place here!?" Ben pointed out. "one, because as your agent I control whether you do anther shoot, it's actually part of the contract, two, if I tell my bank not to cash your check who else do you think will cover that much. three, and this is the kicker. where else can you go to with ease to hide out? you really think mad Ben is gonna welcome you with open arms?" "..Fuck my life!"

And so one week after promising himself he'd never be a big baby again, Ben found himself in two of the thick blue diaper's and in a t-shirt top, crawling behind behind 23 and pouting like crazy. "Don't you think top is over kill?" Ben whined. "I'm the one paying for them. so just shush and look adorable." "Not funny." Ben pouted and then realized it would be harder then hell to get off and on the couch's and just sat on his diaper butt in the living room. "So what d-" "I want chilli cheese fires, I want a two liter of coke, and I want the latest sumo slammer game five minutes ago!" Ben huffed then grinned. "..Demanding aren't we?" "and i quote: I swear you'll want for nothing. I want all of that." Ben said smugly. "you know, i could of just spanked you." 23 teased, going to grab the phone and make the food order. instead of Ben telling him off however, the threat had a amusing and smelly effect instead. Ben froze at the memory of that and then well, with him being double diapered it was a little hard to tell since there was no smell, but 23 could of sworn Ben just got a little taller. "heh, Did somebody just make me a present?" "NO!...yes." "Good boy. I'll change you after you eat, if your a good boy." 23 said and winked. "...this is gonna be a long 2 months."

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Just one date? ~Part 7

A/N: YALL. I CANNOT EVEN EXPLAIN THE HASSLE OF GETTING THIS INTERNET SET UP AND ITS NOT EVEN SET UP RIGHT FOR FUCK SAKES. but here’s another part. very smutty. im not sorry even a little. also the Mitch fic is like 30 thousand words so that will be split into parts as well so look out for that.

It had been a couple weeks in the new place with Alex. We were having the time of our lives. I had never been happier before in my life. Emily still hadn’t apologized and I wasn’t going to first so I was kind of on the outs with the wags but I didn’t care too much. I’d never really fit in with them anyway so it wasn’t the end of the world. I’d moved seats though so I could cheer and be in the game without all the gossip. Alex liked it better because I was sitting behind his bench now instead of in a box where he couldn’t see me. He could see and celebrate with me now and I really like being that support for him so it worked out really well for us both.

We had a perfect schedule going so it was a pretty seamless transition. I worked weekdays from 6-3 so for the most part I was home when he was. He had morning practices and meetings so usually it worked out that I could be home and we could cook and eat dinner together which I loved. The house was pretty big and empty when he was away on road trips but it was good for us to get some alone time too. It was really perfect.

Todays was one of the rare weekends when he didn’t have to play so we had just been laying around cuddled up all morning. Right now, we were watching a nature documentary, something I picked to break up the hours of family guy. It was his favourite show but I could only handle so much of it at once. But the same went for Alex. He could only take so much of my documentaries before he was too bored to concentrate anymore. He liked to say it was because I was much smarter than him but that just wasn’t true, although I had stopped arguing him on it.

“Hey Alex?” I asked looking up at him.

“Uh oh.”

“What ‘uh oh’?”

“Oh come on (y/n). Anytime you look at me like that it’s an uh oh. What do you want to do that you think I won’t be on board with?”

“It’s not that I don’t think you’ll be on board, I just think I’ll need to convince you maybe.”

“Just tell me what it is cutie.” He said with a smile bringing his hands to rest on my hips.

“I want to make a garden.”

“Okay?”

“Alright I want to make a couple gardens.”

“How many?” he asked suspiciously.

“Well I mean there’s like two in the front and a big one in the back with no flowers or anything in them.”

“Okay that doesn’t sound too hard to fix.”

“I also want to build a whole new big garden for vegetables in the back corner of the yard.”

“There it is.” He yelled throwing his head back.

“Come on Alex please? I want to grow fresh vegetables.”

“Baby why? We can get all the fresh vegetables you want, organic, whatever.”

“Because I want to do it.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

“But why?”

“Becaaaause I want to.”

“And you want to do all this on my only day off this week?”

“Well we don’t have to do all of it now. I’d really like to do the flowerbeds though. Come with me to the greenhouse? Please?”

“Fine but we’re only getting flowers.”

“Yes!”

“We’re only getting flowers.” He repeated as I dragged him up towards the door.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s go.”

“You sure are excited for a few plants.”

“Yes. I love plants.”

“Well if it’s going to make you so happy I’m glad we’re doing it.” He took my hand in his and gave it a kiss before starting the car. We drove in relative silence, just music playing in the background. When we finally got there, I bolted out of the car making Alex laugh. I got on a big cart and looked at Alex who just raised his eyebrow at me.

“Push me, you ween!”

“I’m pretty sure those are not meant for people.”

“Hey I’m not as heavy as big bags of dirt!”

“Oh my god fine. Let’s go.” He rolled his eyes with a big smile and started pushing me through the aisles in the store to get to the plants outside. I waved at a couple of the workers who knew me by name making Alex laugh. “Someone has been in here one too many times.”

“I love it here. My friend Briana has brought me here a bunch of times. We love the plant!” I yelled throwing my arms out making him laugh. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead before turning to the seasonal flowers.

“Come on baby let’s find some flowers.”

It was taking longer than expected I kept getting distracted and I couldn’t really decide what I wanted. I felt really bad because I could tell Alex wasn’t having fun anymore. I eventually decided on a bunch of pretty things with a bunch of colours. I also picked out a couple lawn decorations and by the end of it Alex was in a downright bad mood. We drove back in silence without the radio on and I was twitching and fiddling with my fingers nervously. I didn’t know why he was upset so I didn’t know how to fix it. Once we got to the house he just went inside without a word.

I decided to give him some space and started unloading the truck. It took a lot of trips but eventually I had carried everything from the front to the backyard. It had also taken a long time so I was hoping Alex had calmed down. Spoiler alert: he hadn’t. He was stomping around the kitchen when I walked in making all the cupboards rattle.

“Okay Alex what gives? I’m sorry alright?” I said getting his attention.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I don’t know! Obviously something at the greenhouse upset you and I don’t know what it is and so I’m just giving a blanket sorry.”

“God you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m not upset about going to the greenhouse. I’m just frustrated.”

“Why are you frustrated?”

“Babe, I’m frustrated.” He said putting emphasis on frustrated. I still didn’t get it and he could tell by my face. He rolled his eyes and started leaving the room. “Sex (y/n). I’m sexually frustrated. Happy?”

“God what a lil bitch.” I mumbled under my breath following him. “Alex stop walking away from me!” I yelled up the stairs.

“Just leave me alone.” He yelled back still walking away. I rolled my eyes and caught up to him quickly since there was nowhere to go up there.

“Can you stop? Why are you doing this?”

“Just go away.”

“No.” I said shoving him into the nearest wall. It shocked him into silence so that was nice. “Are you fucking done whining so I can fix your problem or what?”

“I’m not whining.”

“You’re literally throwing a fit because you want to fuck instead of just starting something. You could have just grabbed me or kissed me or something.” I was arguing but while I did I was taking his shirt off before moving to his pants. “Nah not you. Instead you just ignore me and stomp around the house like a fucking idiot.”

“I’m not throwing a fit and I’m not a fucking idiot.” He said harshly flipping us around so I was pushed against the wall. He started kissing my neck and unbuttoning my jeans. He shoved a hand inside them making me groan. “You’re the one who was too fucking busy today to notice me.”

“How do you figure that one?”

“When we woke up you just got up even though you felt me against you all hard and wanting. Then later on we were cuddling and I wanted to start something but you were too busy with your doc then you brought me all around, paraded me around your greenhouse friends hard. You never even noticed.” He growled rubbing himself on my thigh.

“You know I always want to fuck you should’ve said something.” I grumbled as he left more bites on my neck and shoulder. “You’re the one who told me I was being too much and too fucking cool it.”

“God damn babe I didn’t mean forever.” He pulled my shirt off me before slowly working my pants down and underwear down my legs. “I haven’t even seen your body in over a week.”

“You told me to-FUCK!” I yelled as his mouth made contact with the little bundle of nerves. “Told me to cool it-shit. I was waiting on you to ma-AH-make a move.”

“Is this enough of a fucking move?” he asked flicking his tongue on me making me yell. He lifted one of my legs on his shoulder. “Jump a little.”

“What?”

“Just do what I fucking say.” He gripped my hip hard and I did what he told me to. He had me completely stuck between him and the wall as he started fucking me with his tongue.

“Fuck Alex, fuck.” I grasped his hair hard as I enjoyed this new experience with my boy.

“Yeah? You fucking like that? Like my tongue fucking into you?”

“Yes.” I whined loudly.

“Now who’s whining like a little bitch.” He retorted biting my thigh hard making me yell.

“Alex, let me down. Lemme do something for you.”

“Not a fucking chance.” He chuckled before diving back in making me scream his name. He kept me pinned to the wall screaming and whining until I finished all over his face. Even then he didn’t stop, just kept going.

“Alex please. Sensitive.”

“I don’t fucking care. You’re going to cum again on my tongue. Like it or not. But I know you’ll like it. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes fuck, yeah.” I gasped out as he went back to work. Still being so sensitive it didn’t take much attention to have me falling over that edge again as he slowly worked his tongue in and out of me curling and wiggling it around.

“I’m going to let you down now okay?” I nodded and he let my feet fall. When they hit solid ground though they buckled and I ended up on the floor. “Fucking good one Bambi.”

“Shut the fuck up asshole.” I bit back as I tried to get up.

“No you stay there.”

“What Alex, come one let’s go to our room so I can take care of you.” I said feeling more than a little dazed still.

“No I’m going to take you apart right here on the hallway floor.”

“Ew Alex people walk here.”

“And now my baby is going to get fucked here. In a minute.” I groaned at that last part and he laughed. “You’re gonna take whatever I give you.”

“Then fucking give it to me Alex.”

“I will doll, don’t you worry I will.” He crawled up my body and took one of my nipples in his mouth. At the same time he started rubbing me fast and hard while he fingered me as well. He was sucking on my nipple so hard I was sure there was going to be a hickey covering the whole thing. All these sensations together where so overwhelming and I was still so sensitive from the first two times I came. It only took a minute for him to get me going again. At this point I was so sensitive that I was starting to have little ones almost constantly as he kept his hand movements up just shaking and screaming. I tried to bat his hand away but he pinned me down.

“You haven’t let me touch you in almost two weeks (y/n). Let me just enjoy your fucking body for a second.” Once he was happy with me being a blissed out floating mess he finally pulled his hand away. “Gonna fuck you now okay baby?”

“Mhm.” I nodded frantically. He pushed into me slowly and I whined pushing him away because of how sensitive I was feeling.

“Shh baby be good for me. It’ll feel good in a minute. Just relax okay?”

“Uh huh.” I nodded again and he pushed into me a little slower this time making me cum again. “Fuck Alex!”

“Baby you’re so sensitive, cumming on my cock already. How many is that now?”

“I dunno.” I mumbled.

“You don’t know?”

“Lost count. Too many.”

“Not enough.” He said picking up his pace making me whine again, making him chuckle. “You’re okay baby, I’ve got you.”

Between the sharp thrusts of his hips and the cold wooden floor sticking to my skin and his mouth all over me it didn’t take long before I came again. I saw spots that time and I couldn’t see. Couldn’t calm down at all. I hardly had any conscious thoughts left. They were all Alex. I felt like I wasn’t even in my own body anymore as I felt his hips pick up the pace in an erratic way that I knew somewhere in my mind that it meant he was close. He started touching me again and I finished for the last time just before he did. I heard him grunt and moan and then nothing.

I was in a floating sense of being. I couldn’t see or feel anything. I just felt good and I was floating. There was no other way to describe in. I had never felt better in my life, I could almost get lost in this nothingness. It was all just feeling good and quiet and calm finally after how worked up I had been. Alex had literally fucked me so hard I passed out and although I felt like I could pull through anytime I wanted, I didn’t want to yet. So I just stayed pleased and utterly blissed out in the quiet dark.

“(y/n)? Baby?” curse Alex for interrupting the quiet dark place. “Honey wake up, are you with me?” no. “God I’m so sorry.” I’m not. Do it again. Send me here every time. It was quiet again for a while but then I felt hands on me as well as Alex’s voice and the black quiet started to disappear. I tried to hold onto it but it slipped away and soon I was opening my eyes to Alex’s very worried face.

“Thank God.” He breathed hugging me and kissing my head. “Are you with me baby?”

“Mmm no.” he chuckled and that made me smile.

“I thought I fucking killed you or something.”

“Dick’s not that good.”

“Good enough to knock you the fuck out for an hour.”

“I was out for that long? It didn’t feel like it.” Everything was starting to become more clear around the edges. “Felt like I was only out for a couple minutes.”

“Yeah well you weren’t. Also if William or Ryan say anything to you about this I’m sorry.”

“Why the fuck did you tell them?”

“I didn’t know what to do! You were unconscious. I’ve never fucked someone into unconsciousness before. If you hadn’t woken up I didn’t know how to explain it to paramedics so I needed some advice. I was really worried about you. I didn’t think that was going to happen.”

“I didn’t think it was going to happen either. Oh well. If they say something they say something.”

“Are you passing out again?”

“No love, I’m tired. Come hold me. Also how did I get in bed?”

“I carried you over. I didn’t want you to get hurt laying on the floor.”

“You had no problem with it when you were fucking me into it.”

“Well I had a clear mind after and you were unconscious.”

“Whatever just come hold me.”

“Okay fine. Needy girl.” He said with a smile pulling me close to him. I hadn’t noticed that we were both dressed as well now. Well if you count underwear and t-shirts as dressed, that is.

“Are you good now? Done being so fucking cranky?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. You were right I should’ve just said something.”

“You should’ve. I didn’t want to push or make you feel like I wasn’t respecting what you wanted that’s why I hadn’t been touching you or doing anything.”

“Next time you completely burn me out from sex I’ll be sure to say something when I need it. But I don’t think that’s a problem we need to deal with right now.”

“No we do not.” It was silent for a bit while he held me but then I felt him smirk against my head.

“So you really liked being fucked by my tongue huh?”

“Aleeeex you’re ruining this soft peaceful moment.” I whined looking back at him. “But yes it was fucking hot. I enjoyed it a lot. Something incredible about you being strong enough to hold me up against the wall and watching your tongue disappear into me drove me crazy.”

“Keep talking like that and We’ll have to do it again right now.”

“Don’t you get a single fucking idea.” I said smacking his hand away from my butt.

“Oh I have a single fucking idea.”

“Well get it out of here. I can’t handle anymore right now. Probably not anymore today. I’m fucking fried. My brain, my body, everything. The world is still fucking blurry.”

“That’s what good dick will do to a person.”

“Fuck off you cocky bitch.” I said laughing at him and hitting his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you too babe.”

“Yeah but like I really love you. So much.”

“So do I Alex. You’re so important to me and I care about you so much.”

“I just wanted to make sure you knew after how moody and angry I’ve been the past little while. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea and think I was tired of this. I’m not. I want to be with you for so long (y/n). As long as possible.”

“Awe baby you’re so lovely. I want you too, as long as you’ll have me.”

“Let’s take a nap and then we can plant all those flowers you bought, how does that sound baby?”

“That sounds great, love.”

It took no time at all for me to fall asleep and apparently, I stayed like that for a while. Alex woke me up with a worried expression. I had been out for a couple hours and wanted to make sure I was alive still. I got changed into some clothes I didn’t care about so I could go get my hands dirty and garden. Alex made this very difficult by grabbing me and touching me everywhere the whole time. I took my shirt off and he plastered himself to me grabbing my boobs. I took my pajama pants off and this man literally bit my ass. I had a bite mark. On my ass. I kicked him out of the room so I could finish dressing in peace but that didn’t really work either because once I was done he came back in while I was tying my shoes and just grinded against me. I yelled at him and brought him outside to move dirt around.

That let me tell you didn’t help. Watching Alex shirtless, sweaty, dirty and throwing things around was a lot. I didn’t get as much gardening done as I had hoped because we ended up fucking in the yard but there was always tomorrow for that.

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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All the wrong decisions in life

Summary: It’s just wrong…but at the same time so good. But all the wrong things have their consequences.

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: angst, pregnant reader, fluff, language, arguments, tension, comforting, a hint of dirty talk, fun, descriptions of mucus plug during giving birth

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“Steve, I can’t…I just can’t.” You pant pressing your hands against his chest.

Steve’s eyes widen and he realizes his mistake – he rushed things again. Letting go off you he looks at Bucky who moves a bit away to give you room.

“This is too much, too soon and I still can’t forgive both of you. I know you are trying but please give me some space to breathe. I’m willing to let you protect me and the babies. I will let you see your children, but I don’t know if I’m ever able to trust one of you again - too much happened over the last years…I need time…”

“I’m sorry. God, I didn’t want to put any pressure on you. Please forgive me and Bucky. We are too crazy about you and the situation and the babies…we are sorry. Please don’t leave us. Bucky and I will behave from now on and will not force you into anything. Just don’t take you or our babies away from us again.”

“Steve is right. We are sorry, Y/N. I will try to control myself better from now on. I will not touch you without permission.”

“You can touch me, the bump but nothing…sexual.” You state and both men nod.

“Okay. Nothing erotic or sexual until you say otherwise.” Steve says a hint of hope in his voice.

“Steve, I don’t know if I ever let one of you in again. Maybe you should look for someone better, just like James. Let’s be honest – I never was ‘the one’ for you are James.”

“No, I will not look for someone else. I want you! If this means I’ll get blisters at my hand or must use my metal one, so be it.” The man behind you mutters.

“Blisters? If you get blisters you are doing something wrong, James.”

“Not if you do it at least six times per day.”

“Six? I mean…seriously?”

“You make me hard all the time. I’m not able to stop him from twitching in interest. Sue me, doll.” Bucky whines.

“Damn, poor guy. Do you know how much sex I had over the last years?”

“God, tell me, Baby, please. Give me anything for my fantasy.” Bucky winces.

“Zero, James. Nada…niente. My left hand was my best friend and Charlie.”

“Charlie?” Steve asks cocking a brow.

“My vibrator, damn he was good. Poor guy, died in the explosion. He was a good boyfriend; the little guy always finished the job.” You swoon.

“You used a goddamn plastic thing instead of me? Doll pants down I’ll vibrate for you as much as you want me to. For hours if it’s needed, Steve can help out too.” Bucky mutters.

“Buck!” Steve warns and Bucky glares at his friend.

“At least Charlie didn’t want to fuck another pussy. He was always faithful! I’ve got so many nice memories of my little friends.” You sigh dreamily.

“That thing is lifeless and so…eek. Let me help you out. I can just use my tongue or fingers…”

“Eeek? Why? He was big and soft. Damn, he was good…”

“Y/N, please stop talking about sex toys, sex or anything according to your vagina.” Steve groans trying to tell his cock not to swell even more.”

“Cap is that a gun pressing against my leg or are you happy about my stories?”

“You know it’s not a gun. Let me think about something disgusting. Bucky’s hairstyle, the smell of his socks in the laundry basket…oh…it worked.” Steve chuckles.

“Asshole! I’m still hard.”

“How about Fury’s underwear mixed with Visions food?”

“Doesn’t work, doll. I’m still painfully hard. Tell me anything else.” Bucky mutters.

“You know before the babies will be born the pressure from the baby's head causes the mucus plug to be expressed from my vagina as blood-tinged vaginal discharge.” You say and Bucky starts reeching.

“I guess now I never want to have sex again…ever.” He coughs.

“It worked, didn’t it?” You chuckle.

“Yeah…too good.”

“You need to know this stuff. If this happens it means I will need to go to the hospital.”

“There’s no need for this. Tony and doctor Cho already planned the birth will take place here. She will prepare everything to secure a safe birth for you and the babies. Bruce will check on our little wonders on a regular base and we will make sure nothing happens to you.” Steve explains.

“Why can’t I go to a hospital?”

“It’s too dangerous out there. You will be helpless, and we might not be allowed to enter the room and we can’t fight in a room where you are giving birth, Y/N.” Bucky says.

“I didn’t think about it so far. I mean, do you want to be in the room while I’m giving birth?”

“Yes.” Both men say in unison.

“Then it’s settled. Did Bruce say anything else about the serum and the influence on my babies?”

“Our babies and no. Bruce told you everything he knows. The babies are healthy, and we need to wait for the next check-up. Nothing will happen, Y/N. Promised.” Steve says. His lips plant a soft kiss to your forehead, and you smile at the gesture.

“Are you feeling better, James? I’m sorry for telling you about the mucus plug.”

“No, you are right. We need to know all this stuff. Tomorrow I will ask Jarvis to collect all information about pregnancy, giving birth and fatherhood.” Bucky stammers. “Including ‘how to be a good husband’.”

“Husband?”

“I want to marry you doll after the kids are born, just like Steve. I know this is not conventional but on the other hand, you are pregnant of two super soldiers as we…kinda…forced you.” Bucky stammers.

“Marry me?”

“James Buchanan Barnes!!! We said we want to wait for the right moment and not talk about sex, mucus plug stuff and almost pounce on her with a proposal.” Steve mutters.

“I want to marry her! You can do whatever you want. I want my doll, Stevie.”

Turning around you look into Bucky’s honest eyes. His features soften when he sees your swollen belly. Your shirt got rid up and the bump is on full display for him.

“We should talk about the whole marriage and husband stuff another day. I’m tired and my body is aching as three doctors were checking on me for hours.” You say.

“Sure…can I touch the bump? I swear only the bump…I want to feel my son.” Bucky stammers glancing at your swollen belly.

“Okay.”

“Can I too?”

“Okay, Steve but then I need to sleep. I’m really tired.”

----

You’re still fast asleep as Steve and Bucky try to put a cradle up. Cursing Bucky tries to find the right screws.

“These are the wrong screws, Buck. You need to use the ones over there.” Steve mutters.

“No, these are the right ones, Steve. Look at the description.” Bucky insists.

“It will collapse for sure. I will not lie my daughter into this death trap!”

“Screw you, Rogers. I know these are the right ones.”

“Guys…are you fighting about screwing or screws?” You yawn watching too super soldiers fail to put up a cradle.

“Screws…” Bucky sighs.

“Let Jarvis help you, or Tony.”

“No way! Tony Stark will not get close to the bed of my daughter.” Steve insists. Looking at his serious face you start laughing.

“Steve, she’s not even born. I think Tony prefers a bit older girls.”

“I don’t care. I want to put this thing up with Bucky. We’ve got this.”

“Yeah. Just go back to sleep and we will have both cradles finished in no time.” Bucky says.

“Okay, super soldiers…I’ll count on you.” A grin on your face you walk back into the bedroom. Your body is still a bit sore from all the medical tests so you will try to find some more sleep.

The cursing continues and you chuckle silently. How can two super soldiers fail to put up a cradle?

----

“A masterpiece!” Bucky states showing you the cradle for your daughter. Holding back the laughter you look at it.

“Uh, James the cradle is lopsided and there is no reclining surface.” You chuckle.

“Crap.” Bucky sighs looking at the cradle he tried to put up with Steve for over four hours.

“I told you we have a spare board.” Steve groans.

“Guys let’s ask Jarvis and Tony for help. I bet he knows how to handle a cradle…”

“We are going to fix this disaster, doll. No need to invite another guy into your bedroom.”

“James, let Tony or someone else help you. Stop being stubborn.”

“I’m not stubborn. I want to do this for my baby, our baby. It’s all I can do by now. You won’t let me love you or anything else so this is all we can do…”

“How about I’ll help you? I’m good at reading construction manuals. I’ll get dressed and we can do this together.” You offer.

“Okay…” Steve sighs.

----

“Now you have to put the mattress in and voilà.” You say.

“Damn, you’re good at this crap,” Bucky says looking at the cradle.

“Steve? Are you finished too?”

“Yeah.”

“Perfect. Now we can place the cradles over there. Tomorrow we will paint this wall blue and the opposite site pink.”

“Painting?” Bucky gasps.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to do this either.”

“Not really, Y/N. I’m more the ‘I break through a wall and don’t care about the damage’ guy. But we could use the internet. Right, Steve?”

“I know how to paint. I helped a friend some time ago.” Steve states proudly.

“My hero. We need to buy the paint first. Can we go shopping?”

“We can’t risk leaving the tower with you right now. How about we let Jarvis order the pain you want? Let’s look online for a nice color.” Bucky says and you sigh.

“I want wallpaper with teddy bears too.” You whine.

“We will get everything you want, Y/N. Just don’t leave the tower, please.”

“Mother hen Steve strikes again.” You chuckle.

“Y/N…”

“I know you are tight, Cap. Now I’m hungry…”

----

“Bucky said he wants to marry you?” Natasha says choking at her coffee.

“Steve too…”

“Are they nuts?”

“I’ve got no clue. They can’t expect one nice word or kind act will turn all the wrong decisions they made in their life’s into something right.” You say and Natasha is searching your face.

“They build the cradles?”

“I helped them. It was a disaster at first.” You chuckle.

“Since you and the boys live in the penthouse you are much more relaxed. You even smile and you eat much better.”

“Nat…”

“You need to make a decision, Y/N. Do you want one of them in your life? Or only one. This game can’t continue without an end and you know it. It’s your life, your babies life’s and you need to be sure.”

“I’ve got no clue what to do. I want to believe they have changed, or at least they try to change. That both men want this, me and the babies but…”

“You are afraid Bucky will leave again, followed by Steve?”

“Yeah. I can’t turn toward them and get hurt. I’m not alone anymore. It’s not just me getting hurt. I have two innocent life’s inside of me and I have to make sure no one hurts my babies.”

“Take your time. I know it’s hard, but this is your life and your decision. I can only tell you both men have only eyes for you. They were bickering about who will show you the cradles first. If they ever hurt you again I will cut their cocks off with pleasure.” Natasha says and you nod.

“I will take my time and make my decision. Are you eating this pancake?”

“You can have it.”

----

“I made my decision. I want you two to live with me in this penthouse until the babies are born to keep me and the little beans safe. After giving birth we need to find an arrangement.”

“Will you marry us?” Bucky asks.

“James…I need to think about all things happening over the years. I need to make sure my babies will not get hurt like me. You two need to be sure you want the babies and me. I don’t want to hear I tied you down only as I’m pregnant. If you want to get out – there’s the door.” You say pointing toward the door.

“I will not back down,” Steve says.

“Same. Now let’s check the paint we bought while you were busy eating all the pancakes I made.”

“I didn’t eat all.”

“You did my little sweet tooth.” Bucky chuckles. Leading you into the nursery Steve explains the paint while Bucky is showing you different wallpapers.

Watching both men getting excited about paint and wallpapers you ask yourself if you can give them a second chance or if you will doom yourself and the babies by letting the super soldiers in…

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dubersbutt · 6 years

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Unlocked Doors - Connor McDavid

A/N: So idk where I came up with the idea for this one day but here it is

Warnings: Smut, Smut and more smut

Summary: Smutty fic based on this pic:

Connor’s lips trailed his lips down your neck as he reached around and unhooked your bra. Your fingernails were raking down his bare back. You were sitting on the kitchen counter with your legs wrapped around his waist and he was pushing you into the wall. He grabs your thighs to pull you closer and you wrap your fingers in his, now short again, hair.

You’re so into what you’re doing that you barely hear a throat clearing to your right. Looking over you see Leon and Darnell standing in the living room chuckling.

You wrap one hand around your chest and pulled away slightly from Connor.

“When were you gonna tell me that they had a key?”

“The door was unlocked,” Leon replies with a small laugh.

“Oops,” he smiles at you.

He pulls away to turn around to grab his shirt but you pull him back.

“Hey, hey, Con, kind of slightly naked here.”

“Right,” he presses your chest against you and lifts you by your thighs and carries you upstairs to the bedroom. You can hear the chuckles and snickers from the boys on your way up.

When he drops you off into the room you sit on the bed with your arms folded across your chest.

“I hate you and if you need me then I’ll be here, trying not to die of embarrassment.”

“Come on, (Y/N), I’m sorry,” he says kissing you on the neck, but you just push him away.

“It’s fine, I don’t actually care. Just go.”

He gives you one last kiss and then picks up a shirt from the drawer before walking downstairs.

You wait a while before planning your revenge, leaning against the pillows.

One of your favourite pictures of your boyfriend was one that went viral on the internet a while ago. You take a picture from a lower angle, a slight double chin so he’s thrown off for what you’re about to do next. You caption it bored and horny before sending it to him via Snapchat.

Your next snap is much more attractive, with your breasts in full view pinching your nipple in your hand. You don’t caption this one. You slip your hands under the waistband of your shorts and send a picture of it, you didn’t finish what you started.

You completely remove your shorts and rub your clit. You drop your legs open and insert to fingers, slowly pumping them in and out. You let out a soft moan and proceed to rub yourself faster. You get yourself closer to the edge and when you’re about to cum you grab your phone and angle the camera so you can see your whole body.

“Fuck, Connor,” you moan out as you continue to move your fingers in and out. Soon your orgasm washes over you as you call out his name one more time. You bring your fingers up to your lips and lick them clean before you end your video. You turn the sound off before sending it to him, you have no idea if his sound is on or not, and you feel like his teammates knew too much about you anyways.

You don’t expect to get an answer from him for a little while so you go to the bathroom and freshen yourself up a bit. You’re making your way back to the bed when you hear Connor’s footsteps running through the hall and the door to the bedroom is slammed open. And he’s pushing you back on the bed, kissing you passionately.

“Is the door locked?” you ask

“Probably,” he replies sliding his hands up and down your body.

“Connor.”

“Fine,” he gets up to go check and you hear the click of the door locking.

“Connor,” you say with an exasperated sigh. “Oops,” he says sheepishly walks back to you. You pull him by his T-shirt closer you. And flip him underneath you.

You run your fingers through his hair and grind down on his crotch, feeling the growing tent in his pants. You kiss down his neck and suck on his pulse. The sound he makes you smirk and graze your teeth over the skin.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he groans.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” you asked as you slipped Connor’s shirt over his head, “I could just use you to get off and make you go back downstairs.” He lets out a little whine that sends a shiver down your spine, “No, please.” “Tell me why I shouldn’t. You haven’t been very good now have you?”

“No, but-”

“But, what?” “I want to cum,” he says sheepishly.

You can’t help the roll of your eyes.

“Let me make it up to you then,” he lifts you by your hips and places you on top of his face. He holds your thighs down and gives your pussy a little lick. Hearing your contented sigh, his tongue circles your clit. You grind down on his face and gasp at the little scratches from his beard. Still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, it doesn’t take long before you’re coming, screaming Connor’s name.

When you collect yourself you lift yourself off Connor and lean down to kiss him.

“Was that good enough?”

“Maybe.”

You lie down in between Connor’s legs and pull his sweats down far enough that his cock springs out, already hard and leaking at the tip. You lick along the thick vein on the underside and blow on it. Connor emits a deep throaty groan so you repeat the process.

“Do you think you deserve to cum, Connor?” you ask as you kiss his inner thighs.

“Yeah,” he groans.

“Don’t be too chatty there, big boy,” you say as you slide your hands up and down the shaft.

He says nothing but his chest starts to rise and fall faster. You kiss the tip of his dick before licking the tip. You put your lips around the head and slowly start to take him inch by inch. When he hits the back your throat you stop and let out a soft hum causing Connor to grip the sheets next to him, knuckles turning white.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he moans.

You pull off his dick enough you can take a deep breath and ask, “Do you wanna cum now Con?”

“Please.”

“Cum for me, Con.” It doesn’t take much longer before he’s coming and you attempt to swallow it all. There are a few smears on his thighs. When you look up at him his skin is blushed a beautiful rosy colour.

“You should go downstairs, the boys are gonna be wondering where you are.”

~~~

A few hours later you go downstairs to get yourself a snack, wearing one of Connor’s shirts and a pair of your favourite lounge pants. You’re grabbing some hummus from the fridge when you see Leon in entering the kitchen as well.

“Hey, Le,” you greet as he walks in.

“Hey. Connor sent me to come and get some beers.”

You point to the fridge and measure out some hummus and tortilla chips out for yourself.

“So, Nurse and I heard you and Connor having a good time,” Leon says nonchalantly as he steals a chip from your bowl.

You a cough.

“What?”

“Well, we came up to see if you had any good snacks. You don’t, by the way, teach Connor to eat unhealthy foods, and we heard you two going at it.”

“Oh my goodness,” your face heats up and you can’t help wanting to curl up into a ball and dying right now.

“Don’t worry, someone needs to get Connor to loosen up and I’m not gonna do that. Well, maybe if you’re there,” he winks at you and your face gets even warmer.

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brieannakeogh · 6 years

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Way to a Man’s Heart- Ch 15

**REUPLOAD**

So it’s my Birthday (no it’s a reupload from my birthday) and I decided to give ya’ll all a present. A smut present. 18+ Only.

Threesome of course and some very dirty talking boys.

Forgive me father for I have sinned. It puts my smut in the other stories to shame. (at least until I write the Lance stories or the oneshots lol)

Way to a Man’s Heart- ??? (could be Steve, Bucky or Stucky) x plus size reader. You love baking and cooking as a hobby, but your job is a receptionist at Avengers tower. Steve is the proud recipient of all the extras you make.

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Chapter 15

The rest of the day went quickly, with only a few other interruptions to the normal routine. You waited for the new girl Sara to arrive for her evening shift, going over the notes for the day and making sure she didn’t have any questions. It wasn’t as busy at night as it was during the day since it was closed for the public during most of her shift, but it always takes longer to learn a new job when thrown in at slow times.

You were tired when you entered the apartment, physically and mentally drained. Barely being able to lift your feet up, one after the other. Planning to just faceplant into the couch when you got home, you notice it’s unusually quiet.

“Steve? Bucky? You guys home?” You hear a ruckus of different sounds coming from your room, although at this point it’s become all three of yours room. Kicking off your shoes by the door the two men emerge wearing suspicious lopsided grins. “Hi guys whatcha doing?” You ask with a cock to your head.

“Come and find out.” Bucky tells you as Steve takes your hands and ushers through the bedroom, into the adjoining bathroom. A heavenly scent fills the air as your eyes land on the full tub, full of bubbles and swirling different colors.

“The lady at the store said that something called ‘bath bombs’ were supposed to be relaxing.” Steve said into your ear, with a hand on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, rubbing a thumb against your skin.

“Yep, and dinner is almost done. There is also wine chilling in the fridge if you want a glass. I know you don’t like drinking during work days but after this week I figured it was a good exception.” Bucky continued.

There are scented candles lit around the bathroom, giving it an ethereal glow. “Wow guys, I don’t know what to say. This is amazing! I appreciate it so much.” You say while turning in Steve’s arms, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. He leans in to give you a quick kiss to the cheek and then to the lips as you pull away. You go over to Bucky, giving him the same treatment and he squeezes you tight burying his face in your neck. “So how about that glass of wine?” He breathes into your ear, making you shiver. You nod and he kisses your neck. “Why don’t you go ahead and get in and I’ll bring it to you?” He tells you as he moves out the door, Steve following behind him closing the door.

You strip down, toeing the water. It’s a little warmer than you like it but it feels good on your sore feet as you step in. The crunch of bath salts between your toes makes you giggle. They used the whole Lush store to make one bubble bath. Sinking down you spread out the bubbles and lean your head on the side of the tub, eyes closed. A few seconds later you hear the door open and see Bucky holding a glass. He stops when his eyes get to you, they darken just a fraction and he licks his lips. Handing you the glass, he kneels down and sits beside the tub, crossing his arms over the side. “I wonder how long it would take for me to pop all these bubbles, so I could see my girl in all her natural glory.” He pokes a finger out and pops a few that would be right above your chest.

“Hmf,” You snort into the glass as its pressed to your lips. You can feel the cool liquid run down your throat in direct contrast to the warm water. “I think it would take much too long. You would get sore sitting there and the water would go cold.” You smirk at him, taking another long drag from your glass.

“That’s an idea. Wait until your ready to get out. That wouldn’t take nearly as long” He lays his head on an arm, looking into your eyes. You can see the mischief gleaming from them.

“Yes, but you can’t sit there all night. I’m gonna want another glass soon.” You hold up the wine glass showing it’s half full now. He chuckles richly.

“Buck, a timer just went off. Do I take the potatoes out of the oven?” Steve pokes his head in the doorway. He walks in fully, leaning against the door jam when he see you two. “Buck we said we wouldn’t bother her, just let her relax.”

Bucky turns from Steve back to you. “I’m not bothering, am I Darlin’? Besides there are other ways to relax.” His voice drops and you can see his pupils dilate. Your breath turns shallow and your pretty sure it’s not from the wine or the heat of the tub.

“You know I think I’m gonna need another glass of wine sooner than I thought. Why don’t you go help Steve turn everything off and keep it warm. Then you two can come back and we can try other ways to relax?” You hum out. The tub is more than big enough for two, three would be a tight squeeze but you are more than willing to try.

Bucky’s eyes light up and he’s up off the floor and jogging to the kitchen before the slight echo of your sentence finishes.

“Are you sure Sweetheart?” Steve says from the doorway. “Tonight wasn't about this you know? We both know you’ve had a rough week.”

You hold a hand out to him, and he steps forward so you can take his hand, pulling it to your lips to kiss the back of it. “I know, but I can’t think of anything better to take my mind off work than spending time with my boys.” His chest swells with your words and he leans down to put a hand on the back of your neck, kissing you deeply. You tap him on the forearm before he gets too carried away and he pulls back reluctantly.

“Go give Bucky a hand. I’m worried he will get so excited he’ll burn himself.” You smirk.

He gives you an amused smile. “You’re probably right.” You hear him make his way back to the kitchen, and you are left alone again.

Finishing the rest of your glass of wine, you sit it on the floor and relax back feeling the tension in your shoulders releasing. It’s only been five minutes since they both left and you are already almost asleep before you hear Bucky’s sure strides come down the hall, stopping when they hit the tile of the bathroom.

You peek up at him, not even bothering to lift your head. He is standing tall and confident, but you see a hint of hesitation in his blue eyes. Steve is right behind him looking more relaxed, but still unsure of how to start. You lazily lap your hand against the water, pushing the bubbles this way and that. “Why don’t you both join me? The waters still warm.”

They both start stripping clothes. You’ve seen them each in nearly naked states when they’ve come out of the shower or in bed, but once they’ve gotten down to just their boxers it’s new territory.

Sitting up a bit to give them room, they tug down the last obstacle of clothing. In the years since you’ve been sexually active, with the few partners that you’ve had, along with the time browsing internet porn, you’ve never understood the appeal of just looking at a dick. It always felt nice in your hand or great in other places, but just looking at one didn’t set your teeth on edge and want to jump on it. That was until now.

They were magnificent. You watched as they grew and lengthened as your eyes went from one to the other. The spell was broken as Bucky moved behind you in the tub, sinking down, pulling you between his spread legs. You can feel his length pressing to your lower back as he wraps his hands around your waist. Steve takes the space in front of you, crossing his legs facing you, and you mimic the position so your shins are pressing together.

Bucky’s hands rubbing your stomach and sides, lightly skimming under your breasts. You relax into his chest, reaching for Steve’s hands to play with, using your thumb to message the palm of his hand and pulling it up to kiss his fingers. Steve shifts so his side is pressed against you, and you sit up a bit to lean your head on his shoulder, giving it lazy kisses. Bucky moves his hands to start messaging your back and shoulders, drawing obscene sounds from you as he works the knots he finds, making him twitch against your lower back. You cradle Steve’s arm and rest your cheek to his shoulder, closing your eyes. “You like Bucky’s hands baby? He gives the best massages doesn’t he?” Steve asks as he kisses the top of your head. You hum an agreement contently as Bucky just smirks seeing your blissed out face. He leans down kissing the parts of your back above the water as his hands move lower, going over your hips and sides.

Steve turns again, laughing when you give a whine of protest since you can’t prop your head on his shoulder. You’re quickly quieted when he pulls you to his lap, chest to chest, feeling his hands down your back instead of Bucky’s. He is hot between your legs and is pressing against your inner thigh. Steve tilts your head up for a searing kiss as Bucky moves to press himself to your back, hands roaming down to your ass that is now exposed thanks to Steve. He works his lips on your shoulder, as he grabs the soft flesh he finds. The first swipe of a finger against your folds has you gasping in Steve’s mouth and he pulls away from the kiss. Steve’s hand going to your breast, as he fondles and pinches the stiff peak, watching your face contort.

Bucky hums in approval with the little noises you make, wanting to hear more he slowly inserts the tip of his finger inside of you, just to the first knuckle teasing you, going in and out in shallow thrusts.

“Buck?” Steve pants. “I think we need to move this to a bed.” Bucky nods and you can barely hear them over the rush of blood in your own ears. Bucky pulls his hands away and stand up. Not wanting him to go you reach behind you for him, but Steve pulls you back, running a hand down your face to sooth you.

The stopper is pulled and you feel the water draining around you, exposing your heated skin to the cool air of the bathroom. You try to crawl further into Steve arms for the body heat he provides, but he chuckles and helps you to stand, passing you off to Bucky who has a towel around him and another open waiting for you to step into. A quick pat dry off and he’s scooping you up, towel and all depositing you into the middle of the bed.

Bucky crawls over you hovering, his own towel gone. His arm goes under your body lifting you a little so he can pull the covers out underneath you, pulling you both under as he sees you shivering. He kisses you properly, tongue sliding over your lips asking for entrance, which you freely give. He sits up on his knees, his thighs over your hips as he eyes the towel still wrapped around you. His hand slowly descends to the seam, pulling it open, fully revealing all the places his hands have gone but not being able to get a proper look. His groan echoes through the quiet apartment.

You hear another noise to your side and see Steve standing by the door to the bathroom, cock in hand as he watches you and Bucky. Your attention is quickly brought back to the man in front of you as he covers your body completely with his own. His kiss deep and unrelenting, as the pleasant weight of his body is on top of yours. His hips start to cant, rocking against the apex of your thighs and you feel how hard he is.

You feel the bed dip and see out the corner of your eye Steve kneeling near your head, his hands in tight fists against his thighs, his cock long and thick, twitching with each grind that pushes Bucky’s cock into your soft thighs. Bucky releases you from the kiss, looking up at his friend. They seem to have a silent conversation before Bucky starts peppering kisses down your body, nipping at your breasts and hips on the way down. He looks up at you from between your legs with a sinful glint in his eyes, before he reaches under your thighs to pull them up and out exposing you to him. Steve has moved closer and eyes your exposed pussy hungrily before Bucky’s head blocks his view.

You let out a string of expletives and praises for the dark haired man that is currently eating you out like it’s his last meal. Feeling hands on your chest, you look into Steve’s eyes as he pinches your nipples, creating hard peaks, which be bends down and takes in his mouth, causing you to cry out again. You see Steve’s leaking cock between his legs and want a taste for yourself. Reaching up and lightly stroking it, he releases your nipple and subtly rocks his hips into your hand. “Yes baby, a little tighter.” He groans at you, eyes closed.

Wrapping more firmly around him, you start to stoke in earnest, having a hard time keeping rhythm because of the man between your legs. Bucky rolls his hips into the mattress as he flicks a tongue over your clit. He looks up just in time to see you grab Steve by the cock.

“Hmm that’s it, Doll. Take care of Stevie while I take care of you.” Bucky tells you as he slides a finger into your cunt, quickly adding another. You’re mouth drops open in a gasp, and Steve takes the opportunity to scoot closer, his cockhead just a breath away from your face. You take the hint and reach out with your tongue tasting the salty wetness, before wrapping your lips around the tip. His head is thrown back, sweet praises on his lips as his hands card through your hair and caress your cheeks. Feeding you slowly until almost his whole cock is rocking back and forth into your mouth, your hand cupping his balls so they rub against your palm as he thrust slowly.

Bucky not wanting to be outdone, adds a third finger, and switches his mouth for a thumb on your clit as he speeds up, curling his fingers in a way that brushes against your spot. He plants kisses and nips on your inner thighs and hips, knowing he will leave bruises for days. You gasp and pull off of Steve. “Oh god, Bucky I’m close. I’m so fucking close.” He pushes even harder against you, and when he feels you start to flutter around his fingers, he bites down hard at your hip, only just barely not breaking skin. You scream his name as you cum and tighten up around his fingers, his tongue moving back down to drink up your taste, slowly letting you come down, lapping you up. He kisses the marks he left as you run your fingers through his hair. Steve sits back on his ankles as Bucky come up for a kiss, letting you taste yourself.

Steve moves behind your head, propping himself on pillows at the headboard, legs spread with you between them. Bucky sits up and rolls you over, guiding your head to Steve’s cock which is now purple and throbbing. Bucky uses his hand to move the hair from your face, the other going under your hips to pull them in place, accepting the pillow Steve hands to him to stuff under you, keeping you were he wants. Steve’s hands replaces Bucky’s on your head as you sink down around him, playing with your hair and caressing your cheek and neck. Bucky molding his body over yours, kissing along your spine until he gets to your ear. “Are you ready, Darlin’?” He asks, knowing you have a mouth full of Steve’s cock just a few inches away from his face. You push your hips back as much as you can and moan around Steve’s cock.

Bucky chuckles as he sits up on his knees. “What do you think Steve? Think that’s a yes?” He’s running his hand over you, a little smack to your ass sends you moaning around Steve again.

“Yeah Buck. Uggg...yeah, I think it’s a yes.” Steve groans out, watching you with hooded eyes, cock disappearing down your throat.

“Me too.” Bucky states as an arm reaches around your waist holding you steady as he slowly guides himself in. Once fully seated he lets out a growl that goes straight to your core, clenching around him. His weight once again settles on your back, pushing your front down more and pulling your hips up to meet him. “Mmmm seems you like when we’re vocal. She keeps clenching Stevie when we make sounds.” Steve grunts in acknowledgment, concentrating hard on lasting longer in your warm mouth. Bucky starts to move and you make noises of your own, muffled as they were. The knowledge that you like them vocal sets Bucky off as he fucks you, growls and praises spilling forth.

“You’re so beautiful baby. Taking our cocks so well, with that perfect pussy and mouth. I can’t wait to try all sorts of things. Wanna fuck you everyday and make love every night, how does that sound baby, hmm?” He kisses your shoulders, uttering dirty words directly into your ear.

You are a moaning mess at this point and the vibrations are going straight to Steve’s cock. “Aww damn, Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum. You gotta pull off.” Steve warns. Instead you take him further down, urging his hands back into your hair.

“That’s my girl.” You hear Bucky croon, before he sits up fucking into you harder, the lewd slap of skin against skin ringing in your ears.

With another grunt and a thrust of his hips, Steve cums in your mouth. You pull back slightly to keep from choking and some dribbles out the side of your lips, onto his shaft. He pats your head indicating to stop and you clean him up softly with a lick of the tongue before you lay your head on his thigh, closing your eyes, concentrating on the feel of Bucky behind you.

“Cum for me baby, give me one more.” He says leaning back over you to kiss along your neck, sitting up leaving a hand between your shoulder blades, pressing you down as the other arm keeps you elevated to his hips. You feel the swipe of fingers over your clit and that’s all it takes before you are cumming again, Bucky’s right there with you as his hips stutter and stop filling you up.

Coming down from your high, your face has been pushed up to Steve’s stomach and you can see the drool running down is abs a little from where you kept your mouth open so long. Bucky is collapsed boneless on your back, his metal arm to the side, keeping the added weight from you. Steve is stroking your hair, neck and everything he can get his hands on, looking down at you lovingly.

“Wow, that was fucking amazing.” Bucky says as he rolls to the side off you, panting from the minimal effort it took. You hummed in response, still not up for forming words.

“Yeah it was, but I call dibs next time.” Steve chuckles as he leans down to kiss you.

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taehyungiestummy · 5 years

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Return to Paradise -- Chapter Ten

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“I think watching the dance will help me get to music video day,” I smile, speaking Korean seeming less like a hassle around the boys.

“After they film, are you going to show Taehyung your notebook?” Emily moves around to be more comfortable on the floor.

I fix my flower scarf; Taehyung’s hickey on me can’t be seen by any of the boys. They will flip. “I think so, since I brought it,” I pat the notebook on my lap, stretching my legs out in front of me. “I have to read it to him, though.”

“He’ll enjoy that.”

The door to the practice room opens, and the boys walk in. They had a restroom break because an empty bladder is optimal for dancing, and Emily and I showed up right when they had left the room.

“Yoongi, we are matching!” I giggle, showing my black high-top Converse by kicking my feet up into the air.

“Very cute, little one,” Yoongi grins. His outfit consists of black shorts showing his knees, a white baseball type jersey with black sleeves, and a black baseball cap on backwards.

“I like the shorts, showing off the legs,” Taehyung smirks, winking at me. “I love your confidence. Jagi, you have grown so much in that regard.” He’s wearing black and white tennis-like shoes, black pants with subtle white lines, a baggy red sweater of sorts, and a black baseball cap with the visor red and translucent.

“She looks so ready to cuddle in that sweater,” Jimin smirks. “Do you like our group?”

I chuckle, looking down at my sweater with the ‘Skool Luv Affair’ cover on it. “I like you boys, and support your work.”

“Cute,” Jimin chuckles. He’s wearing red high-top looking shoes, grey sweatpants, a baggy white t-shirt, and a black baseball cap with a symbol in the middle that I don’t know.

“Think we’ll be able to learn this dance one day?” Emily speaks up, adjusting her white skirt.

“Maybe, if you two really want to,” Namjoon smiles. He is wearing black low-top Converse, black pants that stop mid-shin, a white shirt underneath a black one, and a black flat cap. “Your shirt is very cute, Emily. Polka dots suit you.”

“That’s what I say,” I playfully shove the girl next to me.

“Shut up you two,” Emily chuckles. “Thanks though, I like polka dots.”

“I still don’t understand why Amber is wearing a scarf,” Jungkook says. “It’s not cold outside.” The maknae is wearing Timberland boots, jeans, and a slightly baggy white t-shirt.

“American fashion,” Emily speaks up, coming to my rescue. She nudges me with one of her sandal clad feet. “Isn’t that right, Amber?”

“Oh, um, yes,” I choke out. “It’s light, so I don’t get hot.”

“I like it,” Seokjin says. “You look very cute.” He’s wearing white, black, and possibly purple Korean shoes, black shorts, a slightly baggy white t-shirt with a symbol on the breast pocket I don’t recognize.

“Why don’t you teach us about American fashion?” Hoseok whines.

“Maybe because we don’t want you to look like annoying American boys that we go to school with.” I confusingly look around at the boys. “We like you for your Korean fashion, and we want you to keep doing what you feel comfortable with.

“You could just look it up on the internet if you really want to know,” Emily says.

“No fun,” Hoseok pouts. He’s wearing black high-top like shoes with flames on the side, grey shorts, and a t-shirt that has a basketball jersey on it.

“Jimin, you’ve got-” I smirk.

“No!” Jimin cuts me off.

“No jams!” Taehyung, Jungkook, and I shout out.

“I hate you all!” Jimin groans.

I giggle, “Come on, I think you have a dance practice to film.”

The camera is set up facing a clean end of the room, and the boys are ready to record.

Namjoon is standing in the middle with Jungkook as the music starts. After his opener, he walks off to give Jungkook his time. Jungkook does his part, and Jimin walks in right at the end. The red head does his thing as the rest of the boys rush in.

The chorus dance is one of the greatest things to grace my eyes. It is quick, with clean movements that flow together. Taehyung is one cheeky boy, as he sexily bites his lip whenever he catches my eye, winking once or twice, and letting his tongue pass his lips a few times. It makes my heart skip a beat.

The chorus ends, and Seokjin, Namjoon, and Taehyung rush off screen. I look over at Taehyung, glaring as he smirks. With the shake of my head, I turn to the four boys still dancing. Hoseok is the main one dancing with the other three boys as backup. Yoongi catches my eye, and we smile at one another.

The three other boys on the side rush in as Yoongi’s part starts up. His rap is clean over the speakers, and his dancing is perfect for him. Taehyung is up next, and he continues teasing me. This time using his hands more.

Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi rush off to the side as Seokjin’s part begins. Then Jungkook takes over, and eventually all the boys are back in frame. The chorus begins again, and I decide to focus on Yoongi. He smiles again when he catches my gaze.

Namjoon’s rap is next, and he becomes the center of attention. My eyes can’t help flickering between Taehyung and Yoongi. Jungkook and Taehyung high-five as it transitions to Taehyung’s part again. This time my boyfriend isn’t teasing as much.

Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi rush off to the side again as Seokjin’s part starts up. Yoongi ruffles my hair before having to rush back out as Jungkook takes center stage again. The chorus dance is lovely, even for the third time. Seven boys looking hot will never get old.

Jimin and Jungkook have a small alternating part where Jimin takes most of the attention.

I catch Taehyung’s eye, and I can’t help but mouth, “Fuck you.”

Taehyung smiles for a few seconds, thinking something I don’t think I want to know.

The seven boys dive into the chorus dance for the last time as the song is coming to an end. For their last move, they spin on their heels, giving a thumbs up. As soon as the camera has stopped recording, Emily and I burst into cheers. Deep breathing comes from the boys who slowly relax their bodies and turn around.

“Ah, that was so cool!” I giggle, falling onto my back.

“So you liked it?” Jungkook asks.

“Liked it?” Emily scoffs. “No, we loved it.”

“Something about it just makes me so excited to see the music video,” I smile. “You boys are something else.”

“Was I good, jagi?” Taehyung chuckles.

“At what? Dancing or teasing me?”

“She can get back at you Tae,” Namjoon speaks up. “What out.”

“Your dancing was good, Tae,” I smile. “Everyone’s was.”

“I see you have your notebook with you today,” Yoongi sits down next to me. “Showing your boyfriend your love poems?”

“Yes, and then I can show you the ones that I wrote about you.”

“About me?”

“Yeah,” I turn my head to see Yoongi smiling. “Best friend, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re so cute, little one,” his gummy smile stays on his face for a bit longer. “Now, why the scarf, really? I can catch your lives.”

“Yoongi,” I pout. “It is a fashion thing. I wanted to try it out.”

“Come on, Amber, tell me.”

“Nope,” I puff my cheeks out.

In the next moment, Yoongi’s nimble piano fingers are tickling me.

“Yoongi,” I squeal in laughter. “This isn’t fun. You are so mean.”

“It is fun for me,” Yoongi doesn’t stop his tickle attack.

Through all my wiggling and attempts to grab his hands, my scarf falls off my neck.

“Little one,” Yoongi’s face changes from happy to angry in a split second. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yoongi, please, it’s not that big of a deal,” I sit up, not caring about the mark that everyone can see now.

“Taehyung?” Yoongi is up and standing in an instant.

“Yes?” Taehyung turns away from Jungkook and Jimin.

“Ah, looks like Taehyung wanted everyone to know who Amber is with,” Hoseok smirks.

“Aish, Tae, that mark,” Namjoon laughs. “You aren’t always so cute and innocent.

“Shut up,” Taehyung nervously mess with the hair at the back of his head.

“I’m going to kill you,” Yoongi clenches his hands into fists.

“Yoongi,” I stand up, moving my hair to hide the hickey as best I can.

“Why do you care so much?” Taehyung comes to step in front of Yoongi. “She’s my girlfriend, she consented. Why be so protective of her?”

“Because she’s like the little sister I never had, and I feel I have to keep her safe because she’s alone over here,” Yoongi answers.

I put my hand up in Emily’s direction as her mouth opens, letting her know not to say anything regarding me being alone. I know that he means someone other than my best friend.

“I am protecting her,” Taehyung lets out an agitated breath. “Yoongi-hyung, don’t you trust me? I love her so much and will always keep her safe.”

I step in between the two boys, not caring about what has been said. I just look at Yoongi before wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his chest.

Yoongi tenses up, not sure how to take my embrace. “Little one, please, let me handle this.”

“No,” I shake my head as best I can. “Yoongi, having you treat me as a little sister and care for me as one is something I need and appreciate. We need one another. I know you aren’t just some closed off rapper. I also know that you do struggle with your emotions. Please, don’t stop protecting me, but know that some things you can’t control. Tae and I love each other, so certain things are going to happen. Relax, let my Taehyung live, and I’ll be the little sister you never had.”

Yoongi slowly wraps his arms around me, “If it will make you happy, I will try. I still don’t like it, him marking you up like that. You have to stay pure. Boys are dirty minded idiots. Not me, though.”

I giggle, “I believe you.”

“Emily said Amber was dirty minded herself, so she’s a perfect fit,” Jungkook says. “Besides the idiot part.”

“Just come live with us,” Jimin pleads.

“We practically are this July,” I smile.

“Then next year, surprises for you,” Emily says.

“Surprises?” Hoseok questions. “Like what?”

“Should we tell them?” I look over at Emily.

“Tell them whatever you want,” Emily shrugs.

I turn around in Yoongi’s grip to face the boys. “Well, we graduate next spring, so we are free. That means we will be over here for an undetermined amount of time. Everything is up in the air right now, but we have a few ideas.”

“Come live here,” Taehyung innocently bites his bottom lip. “We can live together.”

“I would like that,” I reach back and pat Yoongi’s upper arms. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Barely thought about it,” Yoongi gives me a gentle squeeze.

“Badass brother and a cute boyfriend,” I giggle.

“Plus five other boys,” Emily points out. “That are there for you.”

“Okay, enough of this,” I break out of Yoongi’s grip. “You guys have dancing and whatnot to do, so let’s get to work!”

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“Okay, so, someone has a few new marks,” Nari smirks, placing the take-out on the coffee table.

“Shut up,” I sink into the couch, trying to disappear into myself. “He can’t help himself sometimes, and I don’t really think about it when it’s happening. I got back at him, though. It was weird, and not my face is burning up.”

“So red,” Emily teases, tickling my jaw.

“Ugh, at least you didn’t flip out like Yoongi. He really showed how much he wants to protect me from the outside world.”

“He is like a brother,” Nari takes her food and sits down in her recliner. “Protective is like his middle name.”

“He was protective alright,” Emily hands me food before grabbing her own. “I thought he was going to punch Taehyung.”

“These new marks had him stewing silently, but a hair ruffle had him smiling for me,” I take a bite of my sandwich. “He’s accepting it, slowly.”

“What about you, Emily?” Nari asks. “All we talk about is the two lovers. How are you and Namjoon?”

“Yes, please, talk about them,” I shove more food into my mouth.

“Well, we went on that date, and I had a wonderful time,” Emily smiles. “The two of us had so much to talk about. Being away for so many months will do that. Our kisses stayed on the lips though, because we are good.”

“Stop,” I chug some Pepsi. “They are going to stop appearing. Tas has embarrassed me enough. If I keep blushing, my cheeks may never stop being red.”

“So the outburst from Yoongi happened four days ago?” Nari asks.

“Yes,” Emily nods. “There days have gone by since then, and not much has really happened.”

“Just studio fun times,” I giggle. “I read Tae some of my poems about him.”

“How did that go?” Nari shoves food into her mouth.

“He snuggled me so hard,” I run a hand as best I can through my tangled hair. “Couldn’t stop saying how much he loves me, and that I am the best thing to happen since BTS. It was very sweet. Made me heart swell.”

“She also let Yoongi read poems about him,” Emily says.

“Oh, that must have been interesting,” Nari smiles.

“It kind of was,” I nod. “He didn’t need me to help understand what things meant as much. He was smiling so big, the gummy smile that is so amazing, like, he was so happy. He praised my skills way too much, but I took the compliments.”

“With a blush,” Emily chuckles. “Can’t forget that. It was so cute, like always.��

“Cute boys saying nice things to me just get me all flustered.”

“What about today?” Nari asks. “Didn’t they have a day off?”

“They did, and Amber and I decided to give them a day to relax,” Emily answers. “So we stayed here. Enjoying our summer home.”

“Aw, did your boys miss you?”

“Of course,” I sigh. “So many phone calls. I refused to do video chats because we didn’t really get ready today. It was nice to hear their voices.”

“Seokjin brought me a homecooked lunch,” Nari dreamily smiles. “I am blessed to have him in my life.”

“Too cute,” Emily and I giggle.

“I guess so,” Nari’s cheeks redden a tad. “He’s the caretaker of BTS for a reason, and now he makes me feel like a princess by doing those types of things.”

“He is a sweetheart,” Emily says. “Always making sure we are good and have everything we need. Just like a mom. Wow, being the oldest means you have to be responsible for everyone. That’s what he’s doing.”

“Still a huge cutie and not too strict,” Nari smiles.

“How is it being public?” I blurt out. “Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“No worries. Um, being public is, I don’t know. The fans know what I look like and my name. I have all my social media private, and they don’t seem to pry. It’s not messing with my life, if that’s what you want to know. I’ve had a few fans come up to me, but really, not that much has changed.”

“Ah, that’s good,” I sit up, no longer embarrassed like I was. “Going public is not really on the radar, but I know it will happen at some point, and it kind of scares me.”

“Same,” Emily adds. “I know we are going to get hate, I mean, that’s what happens when you date famous people. Fans will feel entitled, but I wonder if it is still worth it for the boys to show us off.”

“Yes, because hate will fuel us to be better,” I nod. “Plus, the boys’ love will help. They can always cheer us up.”

“Going public shouldn’t even be on your minds,” Nari says. “They will hide you for the rest of the summer. They don’t like sharing.”

“It will happen though,” I sigh. “We will be in magazines and whatever. People will figure it out at some time. They will know that two Western girls are dating idols. Crazy to try and wrap my mind around.”

“Seven boys will be there to protect you, so no need to worry and stress.”

“Have you met Amber?” Emily chuckles as she pats my shoulder. “That’s all she does. Her brain is just programmed that way.”

“Well, try not to worry and stress,” Nari says. “Do anything to keep your focus off that. Everything is going to happen when it needs to, and just go with the flow.”

“So full of wisdom,” Emily says.

“Eh, not wisdom,” Nari laughs.

“You know what would be fun?” I ask, not waiting for an answer. “Going to award shows and walking the carpet. No matter how introverted I am, I could do that. I’d love to do that.”

“Introverted is what again?” Nari asks.

“People tire Amber out,” Emily answers as I yawn. “Certain people don’t do that to here, and sometimes it doesn’t matter. We stayed home today so she could recharge. More than give the boys their space, which was a factor.”

“I was just so worn out,” I place my trash on the coffee table. “The boys, because of there being seven of them, drain me the fastest. They understand why I stop talking for periods of time and snuggle up to someone if I can. Still, I can pull myself together to go out, if I am with Taehyung.”

“Don’t you also have social anxiety?” Nari asks.

“Eh, yeah,” I bite my bottom lip for a few seconds. “I try to be more vocal and all, but sometimes I just can’t do it. People can be too much for me, and I over think a lot when around new people.”

“That’s what I am here for,” Emily rubs my shoulder. “To help you when you can’t do something. Best friends are there for one another no matter what.”

I lean into Emily, “Yeah, that’s right. I’d go crazy without you.”

“Do you girls want to watch a K-drama before bed?” Nari asks, reaching for the remote.

“That sounds interesting,” Emily places her arm around my shoulders. “Just an episode or two, Amber really needs some rest.”

I yawn, “I don’t know why. Jet lag is gone, so I should be all good now.”

“It just happens,” Nari shrugs. “I got like it sometimes. Just a few episodes, and then off to bed.”

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Louis and Harry meet for the first time and, being soulmates, Louis's rut and Harry's heat are triggered.

6. 5 Golden Rules by [ @iflovewereall ] (4k)

Harry thinks surely he hasn't got a chance with Louis, after all he's a gorgeous Alpha and royalty to boot. His salvation comes in the form of an antiquated guide to courtship.

7. taste on my tongue (just can't get enough of you) by [ messyjessy08 ] (4k)

Harry and Louis just had a baby and it's been a while since they've had sex.

8. Willow City by [ blahthelarry ] (4k)

Harry's got a secret. A secret so big that it could end his career before it even starts.

(Or the fic where Harry is an Omega, Louis isn't an Alpha, and Niall just wants someone to fuck.)

9. The World will Open its Arms by [ @lululawrence ] (4k)

Harry scrubbed at the countertop. It wasn’t even dirty, but it was three in the morning and the girl who was supposed to relieve him over an hour ago never showed. He was now on hour ten of his shift and his feet hurt and his back ached and he was trying not to cry, thanks to more fucking judgmental alpha truckers who could smell it on him.

Of course they could. He practically lived at the diner. The entire place reeked of it.

Unbonded pregnant omega.

10. I'd Go Out of My Way To Make Sure That You're Okay by [ littlepinkbow ] (4k)

Harry's embarrassed about going into heat, but Louis decides it's up to him to teach Harry to be more open about what he wants.

11. turn the sky black into a sky blue by [ thispieceofmind ] (5k)

Harry forgets that noses exist. Louis is a badass motherfucker. They bang.

12. Give Me What I'm Begging For by [ @sugarbabyomega ] (5k)

Omega Harry is a professor at a uni. Louis is his alpha mate, whose rut is coming up soon, so Harry has to take a week off from school to be with Louis. He tells his students it's a vacation but they all can tell the truth and tease him about it. Then Louis' rut comes and they both spend a week at home to fuck it out.

13. Baby, Sweat is Guaranteed by [ sailingships ] (5k)

Alternatively the one where Harry forgets a few doses of his suppressants and, consequently, goes into an unexpected heat at the Eagles concert whilst fulfilling publicity duties with Kendall Jenner. An entire afternoon of sex ensues and Harry just wants Louis to stay.

14. Too Hot (Hot Damn) by [ louissass ] (5k)

“I’m what?”

“You’re in heat, baby,” He repeats, frowning when he catches the look on Harry’s face. “I thought you realised?”

Or, the one where Harry goes into heat in the middle of a concert but doesn't realise because of the heatwave.

15. From Homeless To Being Loved by [ leonietjeeeee ](5k)

Harry is put on the streets after his parents found out he was an Omega. After years of being on the streets, so broken he wishes that death would come sooner, he meets boyband One Direction. And one member may turn out to be a little more than just a hero to Harry...

16. All these Lights, They can't Blind me by [ harlequinnharry ] (5k)

Harry's a singer song writer omega who doesn't want to mate. It's not until his new Manager Louis Tomlinson, that he reconsiders.

17. A Tentative Peace by [ colourexplosion ] (5k)

“I dunno.” Harry’s not whining, he’s not. He pulls himself free, finally, turns away and busies himself again with the dishes. “I didn’t want it to be weird.”

“It’s not weird,” Louis says, appearing in Harry’s periphery when he leans against the sink. “Biology, innit? You know I’m always here for you.”

It stings. Louis won’t sit and have a conversation with Harry, but sure, he’ll fuck him through a heat like it’s nothing. “It’s a little more than biology,” he mumbles, but Louis either doesn’t hear him (not likely) or flat out ignores him (very likely).

18. Peace So Sweet by [ @shyshyserious ] (5k)

Louis is visiting another pack. On his quest to find the guest room he finds a nesting omega instead.

19. Just Wanna Taste It by [ rosemarianthyme ] (5k)

“It gets you hot, doesn’t it Darling?” Louis asked and Harry whimpered softly. “You like imagining that I’m your alpha?” “Yeah,” Harry nodded, feeling as if he could cry. “You wanna be my omega, Baby?” Harry nodded again. His eyes were prickling with overwhelmed tears. “Want it,” he said, voice thick.

Harry loved being Louis’ baby, his good boy, but sometimes he wanted more. He wanted to be his omega.

A prequel to When The Wolves Come Out

20. your body's telling me don't let go by [ @thepriestthinksitsthedevil ] (5k)

Louis gets off early from work on his birthday and surprises Harry with dinner and wine. Harry is pleasantly surprised, and even happier with it when he and Louis get up to some amorous activities.

21. How Much My Heart Depends by [ @lululawrence ] (6k)

Louis is an alpha working as a fraud analyst who keeps having Bad Days. Harry is an omega working in Quality Support who shares a cubicle wall with Louis and only wants to help. Maybe this is the perfect chance for them to finally meet face to face.

22. Zero Means Nothing When I'm With You by [ WhiteClifford ] (6k)

Louis doesn't know what he's looking for until he finds it.

Harry just knows he may defy his gender norms, with his height and clumsiness, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want litters of pups running around while he does domestic things all day long.

In other words, boy meets boy and no one can stop pining.

23. Boys Fall Like Dominoes (6k)

Harry slips into an early heat while riding the tube. Naturally, that's when he meets Louis.

24. to wrap me in paper by [ @juliusschmidt ] (6k)

Louis hasn't been keeping track of his ruts, but, it turns out, Harry has.

25. Between the Shadow and the Soul (6k)

Harry and Louis spend a month apart.

26. I heard this life is overrated, But I hope that it gets better as we go by [ louisnuggets ] (7k)

"Harry this is not something we're going to argue about. I decided to do it. It's a sure thing." Harry remembered his words. The sure look in Louis eyes, the way he balled his fists, the way he talked. His Alpha voice coming through. Everything. How could he ever forget? It was one of the worst days of his life. After Harry's heat, which included five days of a lot of orgasms and even more cum, Louis and Harry had been laying in bed. Louis' knot slowly loosening in Harry. Harry's back against Louis' chest. Harry was sated and happy until Louis threw the bomb. "Baby I have to leave again. Longer this time. I know you don't like this but this is really important for my career." Some may think, what's so horrible about that? But Harry knew what that meant. It meant Louis would leave.

27. Put It Into Words (7k)

“It’s a good storm though, our families,” Louis says, flopping down on to the bed and cuddling close to Harry. He tucks his arm around Harry’s waist, kissing his temple. “The Cheshire house is perfect to raise the baby; your mum’s close, and my mum can stay in the guest bedroom when she visits.”

“And until then we have the long weekend to ourselves.”

Or, Harry and Louis go on a babymoon.

28. Looking In The Dark (7k)

This carries on from the same verse of Boys Fall Like Dominoes.

29. This Thing Upon Me (howls like a beast) by [ @sadaveniren ] (8k)

Harry and Louis weren’t meant to be together. They’d met when they were put together through their university’s AO MatchUp, a program that set up alphas and omegas based on the schedules of their ruts and heats so they had someone to help them through it. It was pure luck that they were put together.

30. drunk on rose water by [ brainwaves ] (9k)

It’s the first time in a few years that Harry has a strong desire to risk everything for something he loves.

The last time, it was being a fashion model. This time, it’s Louis.

31. Even Your Honey Dew by [ @horsegirlharry ] (9k)

It probably says something about Harry that he’s so obsessed with another omega’s arse.

32. And I Will Steady Your Hand by [ kiwikero ](9k)

All first year university students who had not yet presented were strongly advised to join the Fire Away meetings, a support group for so-called 'late bloomers.'

They were not, however, advised to fall in love with someone else at the meetings without knowing what they might eventually present as.

33. You Know I'll Be by [ JustAnotherShadow503 ](9k)

Louis Tomlinson, 27, is the personal photographer for well-known model Harry Styles, 21. Louis, an Alpha, has been in love with Harry for years, though the younger man has seemingly not presented yet.

Or, the one where Louis is in love with Harry, tries to be a martyr at his own expense, and is a hopeless romantic.

34. Just Jump by [ jaerie ] (9k)

Finally, after years of suffering alone, the insurance plan at Harry's new job covered omega heat services. As a grown omega adult, it finally felt like the right time to try it out. And, since taking an entire week of heat leave would really put him behind at work, using a service to shorten it seemed like a responsible decision. At least that’s how he rationalized it. He was nervous about his decision but it was too late. The doorbell rang.

“Hi!” The alpha said again and Harry took the hand he offered and shook it firmly. “I’m Louis from Omega Services. It’s nice to meet you.”

35. with his educated eyes (and his head between my thighs) (9k)

"We're...we're not the same," Harry says softly, looking at his hands. "I don't care," Louis replies back, fire and fury in his eyes.

or where Harry is just a little boy in a world full of arseholes, Louis is in way over his head, and destiny is a bunch of shit.

36. All I Needed by [ FallingLikeThis ] (9k)

Harry is the omega captain of the Slytherin quidditch team with a team that won't listen to him. Louis is the alpha captain of the Gryffindor team who doesn't know how to offer help without seeming like a knothead, pushing his opinions on Harry. When he comes up with a rather questionable plan to try and get Harry to ask him for help, they may just both get what they need.

37. you took your toll on me (you got a hold on me) by [ messyjessy08 ] (9k)

Harry and Louis have the weekend to themselves, they make the most of it.

38. I Just Want You to Stay by [ SadaVeniren ] (34k)

“Remember the vet job up in Edinburgh I interviewed for right before your rut?” Louis nodded. “She just called me back. I got the job. I start next year.” Harry let out a shriek as he said the word year and he clapped his hands in delight. “Isn’t that great! Full time vet job! New animals to meet! A new environment!” He settled his eyes back on Louis, who was still standing there in front of him with wide eyes. “Isn’t it great, Lou?”

That seemed to jolt Louis out of his thoughts and he nodded immediately, opening his arms up for Harry to dive into. “Holy shit, yes. Congratulations. Come here,” he wrapped his arms around Harry and cuddled him close, pressing his nose into Harry’s neck. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

aka Louis and Harry have been roommates for four years, comfortable in their routine and their relationship. But all of that is about to change.

39. I Can't Hear You by [ @flamboyantommo ] (9k)

"I’m not supposed to be built this way!" Harry said. "I’m supposed to be shorter than you, and you’re supposed to be stronger than me and-“ “Harry!” Louis tried to interrupt. “And what if I’m not supposed to be an omega? What if my body screwed up somewhere or something? What if I’m not supposed to be your omega?” --- Or, the one where Harry is self-conscious about his body because it's not the 'typical omega body' and Louis shows him why he loves that.

40. Dear Blue by [ TheIfInLife ] (9k)

Harry wasn’t sure what he was expecting to be on the living room table but a stack of papers definitely wasn’t it.

The paper on top was a plain piece of notebook paper, Louis’ scrawl all over it.

41. A Firm Believer and a Warm Receiver by [ @horsegirlharry ] (10k)

a few months ago, Louis had his first heat. It was no big deal, aside from it being awkward and weird and all the other things it was supposed to be. He figured he would present as an omega, so he wasn’t exactly surprised or anything.

But then, last week, Harry had his first heat, too.

42. resolutions and lovers in the kitchen (10k)

harry teaches little kids and louis writes sports articles. they're trying for a baby.

43. Everything I Do (I Do It For You) by [ @harrysspookyshorts ] (10k)

"It's gonna be perfect," Harry whispers, taking Louis' face in both of his hands, nosing close but not yet kissing him. "Always is. You always make everything perfect."

"Good. Whenever your heat finally kicks in, I'll make sure to treat you perfectly too... I'm gonna bond you so hard."

or, Harry's heat is coming up and they've planned to finally bond, so Louis decides to plan a very eventful and loving week leading to said bonding.

44. through the wire by [ @a-writerwrites ] (10k)

“Mate. He’s like. I don’t know how to describe it.” Liam’s voice was on edge, a tremble in it that indicated he was either very nervous or extremely excited; unsure of what to do next. It was probably both.

All Harry could think about was LouisLouisLouis. He needed him so badly his body ached with it. His skin was crawling and his entire body felt explosive, ready to ignite at the slightest touch.

“Ok. Li? This is what you are going to do…” Louis took a deep breath, the intake of air audible through the wire, as he prepared to guide Liam through what was probably going to be the strangest most erotic, and possibly most awkward experience of his life.

45. Make It Work by [ fanshae ] (10k)

Arranged marriage AU. Harry is an omega who has reached the age where he must be married due to his family's income status. Only the aristocratic omegas are exempt. His parents try to hide him but eventually the government gets word and in punishment, gives the omega to a spoiled aristocrat son of a lord, Louis. Louis is more than thrilled to have his own omega and once Harry goes into heat, he explores the boy with fascination and unintentionally impregnates him. This leads to a boy used to living carefree and drinking the day away with other nobles to having to face fatherhood.

46. Our Lips Are Made Of Candy by [ Waking_dreams ] (10k)

“Your knot, please, Louis,” he managed to whine. He needed it, that extra stretch and burn that made him Louis’.

“Fuck,” Louis moaned, and his thrusts became unsteady. “Can’t do it here, baby, Hazza, can’t—“

Or, Harry accidentally missed a few doses of his medicine that controls his heat and starts his heat in the middle of Biology. Oops

47. The Bond That Can't Be Broken by [ louisgrindsonharry ] (10k)

Louis’ an alpha and Harry’s an omega. They never really stood a chance.

48. i'll be hurt from the heat (running from the heat) by [ itiswhatitisbutterfly ] (11k)

It's engrained into him, nothing else matters, protecting Harry at all costs is what pumps his heart and floods his veins. It’s just, he didn't count on the one thing Harry would need protecting from would be himself.

(Harry and Louis are in love, and they are probably soul mates. They just can’t be bond mates because despite the undeniable pull, it's them against the world.)

49. Fill My Heart With Sweetness by [ harryisquirkeh ] (11k)

Harry's a late bloomer, but since his luck is shit, it's no surprise that he'd be the last to get a heat, but the first to get pregnant. In high school.

50. I’ve Always Liked the Fireworks by [ @becomeawendybird ] (12k)

When alphas and omegas reach the age of twenty-one they are required to attend a Proving Day ceremony. Omegas watch as alphas do their best to compete in events, show off their skills, and prove how good a mate they can really be. The whole thing is a bit ridiculous, but Louis Tomlinson has always dreamed of finding his mate. He's got two unsuccessful Sheffield Proving Days under his belt and decides to go for the much more competitive one in Manchester. His goal is to play his best, leave it all out on the pitch, and hope that one of the omegas watching just happens to be his mate.

51. Come In and Change My Life by [ lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes) ] (12k)

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped. He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

52. come on over, we've got something to share by [ jaerie ] (12k)

Even as an unbonded omega with a four year old, Harry had everything he needed. His beautiful son, a nice apartment, money to pay the bills -- oh, and an alpha next door always willing to knot his brains out.

53. Bentley Station, Now Arriving by @londonfoginacup (13k)

Harry Styles, omega. Owns a bakery on a train station in the middle of nowhere.

Niall Horan, meddling friend who wont leave him or his love life alone.

(lack of love life).

There's a ball coming up, and Harry is going to attend. Niall will make certain of that.

54. Christmas, Baby by [ nikogda ] (13k)

His life was going exactly how he’d wanted it. Exactly how he’d planned it. According to his life plan, he would be adopting a puppy in the next year.

Except one little detail. Harry was holding a positive pregnancy test. He was going to have a baby. He blinked a few times He, Harry Styles - husband and omega to Louis Tomlinson - would be carrying a human inside of him.

“How?” Harry asked himself as he shook the plastic stick a few times as if the results would magically turn negative. Or, The one where the exact thing that Harry thinks is derailing his life plan might be exactly what he needs.

55. Next To You by [ @homeofsavannahblue ] (14k)

When Harry Styles won the X-Factor he quickly became the latest pop sensation. When Louis runs into him at a party, he quickly realizes that Harry Styles is nothing like his reputation of womanizing alpha. Turns out, Harry Styles is an omega. And Louis' mate.

A story about love, support and being proud of who you are.

56. Restless Lane by [ lululawrence ] (14k)

Louis had grown used to his boring life back in Mississippi as a stand-in father figure to his siblings. He never expected his childhood friend to show up on his lawn with the heat of summer or that he would remind Louis how much of himself he'd tucked away and neglected. He also never expected to find himself caught up in a tangled web of feelings or secrets that just might break him. Maybe he had never known Harry at all.

57. Prince Harry and the Expert in Motorcycle Maintenance by [ @juliusschmidt ] (16k)

Louis puts the truck back into drive. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Where do you want me to take you?”

“To the Royal Palace.”

“The hospital psych ward, it is, then,” Louis says, though that’s a forty-five minute trip and a lecture on tardiness from his stepfather that, in the end, will definitely not be worth the trouble.

an abo cinderella au in which prince harry rides a motorcycle and louis, a simple mechanic, fixes it.

58. Stars Will Align For Us by [ @2tiedships2 ] (16k)

"The serial monogamist is single," Niall said by way of introduction when he sat down across from Harry in the canteen.

Harry sipped his chocolate milk. "What are you going on about?"

"Your alpha dream boat," Niall said. "That tiny little footie player? I heard from Hannah that he's broken it off with his boyfriend so he’s single and ready to flamingle. Now's the time to make your move."

Harry sipped his chocolate milk harder to keep himself from replying.

Or the one where Harry is an omega at a loss of how to get past his pining and gain the attention of Louis...especially considering the alpha is always in a relationship.

59. and the truth shall set you free (...maybe) by [ jaerie ] (17k)

Betism: A religion based on the belief that the beta gender has been chosen by God to protect and defend the purity and dignity of the human race by resisting and condemning the lustful ways and flawed biology of the alpha and omega

Harry is a Betist and Louis is an alpha who runs with a bad crowd. This is what happens when two worlds collide.

60. I Want You S'more by [ 2tiedships2 ] (17k)

“I think Harry’s like a wanna-be alpha,” Louis stated as he handed over Niall’s nachos.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“I mean, as the alpha in this, um, possible platonic friendship, I’m supposed to be the one initiating any flirting. In a platonic way. I’m supposed to be the one taking care of the omega and sending off calming pheromones.”

“For argument’s sake, are you living in the eighteenth century? Maybe even nineteenth century?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Mate, it’s the twenty-first century. Sure, most alphas insist on taking the lead and taking full control over their omega. Like, they’re always wanting to be the one to comfort and take care of the omega. Which is cool and all. But can’t it be the other way around? Or at least compromise?”

Louis shoved a couple nachos in his mouth to avoid responding.

Or the one where the least alpha-y alpha and the least omega-y omega show that secondary genders aren’t set in stone and sometimes it works when you kinda share that.

61. Love will tear us apart by [ notasawrap ] (20k)

"Look, alpha," the green-eyed man starts contemptuously. "I know you're upset and that this sucks, I fucking know.” Harry breathes deeply. "I'm trying to do my best because she hasn’t stopped asking about you since yesterday, but I cannot do much if with everything I say, you're gonna react like a psychopath or whatever. I don't know what you want, Louis!" He alleges frustrated. "And if you just stop acting impulsively -contain your instincts or whatever, we could solve this in a way that benefits all of us, but if you're not willing to do that, the best thing is going to be to forget you even know about this." Harry ends up, turning to leave, but is again stopped by the alpha, his grip much softer this time.

"I want to meet her." Louis recognizes, more calmly. His scent slightly softer than before. It momentarily catches Harry in a spiral, but he drives away the sensation and concentrates on looking at the alpha.

"I know." He says sincere. He had expected it. "So does she."

or Louis and Harry have a past and now it's time to face it.

62. solid as a stone (when everything is gone) by [ louisnights ] (20k)

“Why’d you take me with you?”

Louis startles at the question, the car almost swerving off the road in the process. He holds his breath as he waits for the twins to wake up and start wailing, but they don’t. They keep sleeping on peacefully, covered in the family blanket.

Harry’s looking at him with an unreadable expression.

Louis takes a minute, mulling it over. He answers quietly. “I hate to say it, but as much as we hate each other, I can’t bear to leave you alone to deal with this whole thing all by yourself.” and I wouldn’t be able to bear it if you died, he adds in his mind.

or, it's the zombie apocalypse and Louis is stuck with Harry, with whom he shares a complicated relationship with.

63. hard to confess by [ @hereforlou ] (24k)

One, they only did it without a condom once (and a half) and not during his heat. Never during his heat. Two, he never once forgot to take his birth control (he’s almost sure). Three, his plan is to be married for a year before he even starts trying for a baby, and not only is he very, very single, him and Louis aren’t even sleeping together anymore. Which brings him to reason number four why this can’t be happening: Louis. Louis doesn’t want a baby with Harry.

(Or, the one where Harry knows he messed up and Louis knows nothing.)

64. Stay Close, Hold Steady by [ jaerie ] (26k)

Found on the banks of the Mississippi as an toddler, Harry goes on a quest to find his biological family. Louis tries to be supportive, but maybe he just doesn't want to be left behind.

65. Let’s Embrace The Point Of No Return by [ sweaterpawstyles ] (33k)

Louis was a whole new scale of beautiful, he was richer than Harry could've ever imagined, and he was the most powerful, dominant alpha that Harry had ever come in contact with. The only problem now is that Louis is also Harry's boss.

Louis believed Harry was an alpha, and had no idea about how he had lied about his status just to get an interview with Louis. He was in too deep now and he couldn't look back.

Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There's some complications.

66. All These Lights by [ MediaWhore ] (34k)

“People vote for alphas because they’re strong and they’re not only beautiful but also mesmerizing. They make you want to give them all of your attention, make you want to beg for some of theirs back. They’re shiny, oozing sex appeal and a commanding presence, and people always want more and more. Omegas are enticing too for sure, but it’s not the same. It makes people uncomfortable. It doesn’t make them want to root for you.”

the canon fic where Harry is an omega and dreams come with a price.

67. I Sail With You by [ @afangirlfantasy ] (35k)

Against his wishes, Omega Prince Harry Styles is arranged to mate with someone he doesn’t love, much less knows. Though he pleaded to his parents incessantly, they not only refuse to comply but force him to depart on a ship days later. Harry prays for fate to step in, to change what’s to come, however, the answer he is given is not exactly in the form he had hoped.

Enter Will Tommo – deadliest pirate captain of all seven seas.

68. Watch the Sun Coming Up by [ @sadaveniren ] (36k)

As Louis approaches his thirtieth birthday his pack is desperate for him to find a mate.

Harry has always expected one day he may settle down with a nice alpha and they would continue to live in his small hometown.

Together they somehow will make this work.

69. I Think You're Already Home by [ jaerie ] (38k)

Seeing Louis Tomlinson today, it would be hard to guess that he was ever once a member of the world's most famous boyband. These days he doesn't even the leave his own house. The truth is he can't leave his own house. He can't even remember the last time just standing at an open door didn't send him into a debilitating panic attack. But, against his friend's advice, Louis is ready to add meaning to his life again. He's ready to start a family. So what if he doesn't have an omega? There are plenty of surrogacy services just waiting to help the rich and famous become parents. He just has to find the right one for the job.

70. We Got The World Shaking by [ FutureMrsHaroldStyles ] (39k)

Suddenly Louis is taking Harry’s hand in his own and turns to his sister. “I’m taking him to my room. Don’t worry I’m going to take care of him. Now go and enjoy your party, little sis!” And with that Louis leads Harry to the elevator. The thoughts in Harry’s head are going wild but they all come down to Fuck am I really gonna spend my heat with Louis Tomlinson?

Or the one where Harry goes into heat at his best friend Lottie's birthday party and her big brother helps him out.

71. Seeing Blind by [ @sugarbabyomega ] (46k)

Louis finally turns his head in Liam’s direction, knows his face is showing the longing he’s been aching with ever since it took root in his chest. “What the fuck do I do, Liam? He wouldn’t want me like that, but I want-” his voice cracks, and he turns his face back downwards. “What do you do when you’re not perfect for the person who’s perfect for you?”

OR the one where Harry’s an independent omega who likes to have his fun and Louis is the blind alpha that changes Harry’s priorities.

72. I'll Be Here Waiting on Forever by [ sweaterpawstyles ] (46k)

A Romeo and Juliet AU where Louis is an alpha prince who falls in love with Harry, an omega prince from the neighboring kingdom

73. Si Pudiera Volar by [ messofgorgeouschaos ] (68k)

When Harry’s fiancé leaves him for his cousin, he looks the other way for the sake of his happiness. He’ll do anything to forget about him, including joining a monastery. It isn’t until his cousin’s former lover, a pirate, appears that he realizes everything is not as it appears, and an honest pirate might be the only person worthy of his heart.

Or, a fic loosely based on Corazon Salvaje.

74. A Distant Hazy Light by [ green_feelings ] (76k)

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

75. Face Your Fears by [ SadaVeniren ] (92k)

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

76. Pretty Please (With Sugar On Top) by [ angelichl ] (113k)

Harry is a sugar baby omega who cons rich alphas for a living. Louis is a rich alpha with too much self-control.

77. Take Me As I Am by [ lovelarry10 ] (117k)

“Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

****

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

78. But Please, Don't Bite by [ @shyshyserious ] (122k)

"Melodic little jingle sounded from a bell hanging over the doorframe and warm indoor air curled heavily around his shivering body for the first time in months. Harry suddenly felt a sting in the corners of his eyes and had to force down a broken sob. Fuck, he was a mess. Such a mess. He had to focus."

79. sometimes green and sometimes blue by [ itsmiz ] (511k)

Harry's an omega, and Louis is an Alpha. They're best friends growing up together on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., but they've always been a bit more than friends.

#omega harry #alpha louis #larry fic rec #she fic rec

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