#yes my dog sleeps in my bed LEAVE ME ALONE

[swagging-back-to]

my dog refused to cone to bed with me at all last night in favor of sleeping with my asshole roommate despite me callig her multiple times trying to get her out of his room

so now that hes at work and shes trying to second choice me i keep shutting my door on her. Dont wanna come see me i dont wanna see you bitch, bye

[daycourtofficial]

Empty Bed Blues

Summary: based on this request - you and Azriel have a spat and he can’t sleep without you. So he takes things into his own hands.

Divider by cafekitsune

“Do we have to go to this stupid dinner?”

Azriel had nuzzled his face into your neck, attempting to keep you in his arms. You stood from the bath, reaching for a towel.

“Yes, we do.”

“But m’tired.”

You run your fingers through his wet hair, his sounds of contentment permeating the silence.

You two were staying in the House of Wind for the evening, anticipating debauchery. You were planning to drink to your heart’s content and you hated winnowing and flying when you were drunk. The last time you flew while extremely drunk, you made him stop so you could throw up in the bushes of a few Velaris storefronts. You sent copious gifts the next morning in apology, but you still felt incredibly bad about it.

“And whose fault is that?”

Azriel had been working like a dog all day, having left your home before the sun rose. His grip tightens on the tub, a pause before he says, “Rhys’s.”

You laugh, “you’re the one who left at the ass crack of dawn to go work when you knew we were going to see everyone tonight.”

He groans, tilting his head back against the porcelain. “Why can’t we stay here? We know exactly what’s going to happen. Cassian’s going to make a crude joke to you to get me riled up, Mor’s going to drink and talk about who she saw the past week, and Amren’s going to sit in the corner and make me uncomfortable.”

You move closer to him, looking at him incredulously, “Wow, do you even like your family?”

“No,” he replies, his lips in a pout. “But I like you.”

You laugh at his attempts to keep you here and his blatant lie about not liking his family. However, you’d been looking forward to this dinner all week and you wouldn’t let a pouty mate keep you from it.

“Baby, I love you, and I’d do anything for you,” his eyes light up at your praise of him, “except miss out on this dinner.”

He deflates, sighing. “I’ve been gone all week and you’d rather see my family?”

You exhale through your nose, trying to keep your agitation to a minimum. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing them all week - you’ve been off on a mission, and I’ve been in Summer all week for Rhys. I’m just excited to let my hair down.”

His jaw ticks, “I just wanted to rest tonight.”

You blow out a breath, “you’re the one who decided to work all day after being gone all week.”

You can feel his annoyance down the bond, and you push some of your own back at him. You two stare each other down, withering gazes trying to get the other to back down. You clutch your towel closer to yourself, walking away calling over your shoulder, “well then, you can get some rest up here, alone.”

-

You retreat down the stairs, having dinner with your family. You refused to see your mate after your argument this afternoon. You had been looking forward to seeing everyone all week, and yet it wasn’t the same with the seat next to you empty.

Nesta had walked past you as you had exited your room, so you’re sure she had heard your argument based on the look she gave you. You’re also sure she told Cassian, who spent the evening trying to keep you in good spirits.

You appreciated his efforts, and you loved your family, but it truly wasn’t the same without your mate next to you.

Upstairs Azriel huffed, turning once again in an attempt to get comfortable. Nothing felt right. The comforting weight of you was nowhere to be found, leaving him in a sleepless fit. He swears he can hear your laughter from downstairs where you’re talking with his family at a dinner he elected not to attend because he was being stubborn and just wanted his stubborn, beautiful mate to lay in bed with him.

He runs his hands down his face, remembering the years where he could sleep wherever necessary. His romanticized version of those years doesn’t last long, as he also remembers how little he slept, weeks where his time spent asleep tallied in the single digits.

Your presence has made it nearly impossible for him to sleep without you nearby, but it also makes him actually sleep. The once permanent purple and blue bags under his eyes have slowly disappeared thanks to you.

Your presence is a luxury he’s been afforded, and damn it all, he’s going to indulge. Azriel gets out of bed, not even bothering to put on a shirt. He moves with speed, determination moving his feet through the halls and down the stairs. He reaches the entrance to the living room, his family lounging across various sofas and couches. His eyes find yours immediately, your lips parting in surprise. You’re standing next to Cassian and Nesta, looking at something in Nesta’s hands.

He stalks over to you, not letting you get a word in before ducking down and lifting you over his shoulder.

“Hello?” You call out, hands gripping onto his hips to stabilize yourself. You can hear Cassian whistle while Nesta mumbles, “dumb brutish male,” after you. He carries you up the stairs, the sounds of your family’s snickering dying down the further you go.

He doesn’t speak as you wind down the hall, or as he opens the door, or as he sets you down on the bed. He’s silent as he lays back down, and you start to ask what this is all about when he reaches a hand out, wrapping around your bicep. He pulls you towards him, settling you on top of his chest.

He sighs contentedly, finally opening his eyes and looking at you.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he mumbles, and his eyes start drooping, his body finally able to relax.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the fond smile on your face as you ask, “and why’s that?”

He wraps his arms around you, holding you to his chest. “Needed you,” he breathes into your neck, nuzzling you with his nose. “Can’t sleep without you.”

“You’re spoiled,” you tell him, hands grazing over his cheeks.

He pretends to bite one of your fingers without opening his eyes. “I’m a male who knows what he wants.”

“Can I at least change into a nightgown?”

“If you can do it without getting out of my arms, yes.”

[pirateprincessblog]

player 9

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: finally reuniting with your family after years of working abroad, your six year old nephew doesn't leave your side. he wants you to take him to school, he wants to do his homework with you, he wants to sit on your lap during meals, and he wants you to watch his football practice. how convenient that you're almost always alone on that stadium, and that his coach is just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeong yunho x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: footballplayer!yunho, coach!yunho, whippedforhernephew'scoach!reader 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: gagging, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), creampie, unprotected sex

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: is it soccer or football? football or rugby? either way, i'd let yunho demolish me in the locker room (or in the middle of the football field). :)

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"it's called soccer, dumbass."

"no, it's called football, dumbass."

"you don't know what you're talking about." your brother rolls his eyes, then stuffs his mouth with the hotdog you had made for game night.

"there's a ball, and you kick it with your foot. what part of that seems to be the issue?"

"football is an entirely different sport-"

"oh give me a break-"

"god, it's like you both are sixteen again. is that just a natural thing? no matter how old you get you'll bicker like this all your life?" your mother complains, sipping her cucumber water and judging the calories on the table with a single eyebrow raise.

your brother's son, your nephew, laughs in your lap. you laugh with him, seeing the ketchup mess on his face and his sticky little fingers.

"and what are you laughing at, you little rascal? come here!"

the young man grabs the child from your lap, tickling the life out of him as a punishment for mocking his father. he playfully reaches towards you for help, and you do, tickling your own brother to make him stop.

"oh god, my white couch!"

"stop that, our daughter came back after many years apart and you care about the couch?" your father scolds his wife.

"it's not like that-"

"hush! is it 2:1? is it?! yes it is!" he jumps, spilling the beer all over the just mentioned couch.

"oh, heavens." her voice is light, and she looks like she is about to faint.

the four of you snicker, and silently cheer with another hot dog.

you forgot just how boring your town is. you do nothing but lay in your bed watching tv shows, walk to the local bakery, and drive your nephew to school. he is almost glued to you twenty four hours a day, and you don't mind. he is the squishiest thing ever, always listens to you, and helps you piss off your brother.

he doesn't have much of a mother figure in his life. your brother works a lot, and your parents are raising him. his mother died during birth, and even though they begged to save her and not the child, it was too late. your brother didn't want the baby at first. pushed it away, yelled at it, saying it took away his wife and his will to live. then, he started therapy. he started getting better, and started spending time with his child. your nephew has all the love he could possibly get, but your arrival changed him. he has become very attached to you; sneaking out of his room in the middle of the night just to sleep in your bed, making his kindergarten teacher call you mid playing just to tell you that he built a rocket out of clay, to only eating when he sits on your lap and you feed him.

much like this morning.

"auntie?" he mumbles between the waffle bites.

"yes, pumpkin?"

"will you watch me play soccer today?"

"it's football!" your brother calls from the living room. "you broke my kid."

"i didn't break him, i just passed him some of my IQ."

the man sticks his tongue out towards you, making his son giggle.

"don't you want grandpa to take you?" your father makes a disappointed face, teasing his grandchild.

"i want auntie to take me! and then you can meet my coach! and then you can see how cool our new jerseys are! we are only allowed to wear them at the stadium and not take them home because they are new. i really wanted to show it to you but coach wouldn't let me. he says i'd make it rip it as soon as i enter the house!"

"oh, how dare he!" you say, noticing your father's wink as a sign to support him.

"and sometimes he yells at me! but grandpa told me that he just means well, and that he only wants to teach me so i can be a great player like him! did you know that he is going to play the- the- oh no, what's it called again, grandpa?"

"the derby?"

"yes! that! he is going to play in a few weeks! he is so cool!"

he may not be able to feed himself, but instead of that, he can talk. all day long. and just sometimes, your ears become irritated. so you agree to drive him. you blast the music, muting his babbling from the back as he sits in his car seat. can anyone blame you? it's a two hour drive. you don't have the energy for it today.

you finally arrive, and after making sure you've locked your car and rolled the windows up, you finally let him lead you inside. you can barely keep up with him, he is too excited to see his friends. you see other women standing near the group of children, and you let go of your nephew's hand so you can greet them. after all, you'll be coming here quite often it seems.

"hi, just wanted to introduce myself."

"oh, the new stepmom?"

"what? no- i- what?" you're just as confused as them, and you look over to your nephew.

"oh, i'm so sorry! he keeps talking about his new mom and we just thought-"

his new mom? your confusion disappears when you see the little boy pointing his finger towards you, excitedly showing you off to his friends.

"no, no. i'm his aunt." you inform them.

before they get to say anything, the doors on the side of the stadium open, revealing a tall male wearing a jersey. you hear whispering behind you, maybe even a particularly long exhale, and you have to say that you agree with them.

the coach is stunning. he is drop dead gorgeous, and the more you look, the more self conscious you feel about your lazily picked outfit today. he is so tall and lean, his waist probably smaller than yours. his lips are plump and a pretty pink colour, and his hair a dirty blonde, almost a mullet. no wonder all the moms were dipped in makeup and dresses. you wore your brother's hoodie with his favorite football team logo on it, short leggings and zero makeup.

"hi, ladies." he greets, smiling at the group. he surely knows his impact.

his gaze stops on you, catching you red handed. you must've been staring at him weirdly, because he smiles wider your way, then finally lets the kids inside to change and get ready for the practice. all except...

"coach jeong! can my mom please come and watch me?"

"mom?" the coach is caught off guard, glancing your way.

"oh, no no, honey-" you try explaining. that man needs to know you're single.

"please?" the boy puts his palms together, and does his best puppy eyes to convince the man in front of him to let you in.

"well i- i guess. come in then." he holds the door open for you.

other women do not seem to take interest in going in and watching their children. instead, they greet the coach, then head over to the nearby café. your nephew tugs at your hand, smile so wide his eyes turn into half moons and he doesn't even see you.

"you little rascal." you scold him, ruffling his hair.

he runs off to the locker room, and you watch him drag the backpack that is almost bigger than him across the floor.

"well, this is an odd surprise. i didn't know he had a mother. not to be rude, of course."

"oh, i am not. i am his aunt." you finally explain.

"ah, so that's the case. i was wondering. you look so young."

he smells of freshly cut grass and a hint of manly sweat, mixed with some type of cologne. his face is clean shaven, giving you a chance to notice his sharp jawline as you walk together towards the football field.

"he is a gem, really. but, god, can he talk."

"i know. he got that one from me." you joke, knowing your nephew has outbursts of energy often.

yunho laughs, then opens another door for you. you finally step into the green field, nostrils immediately filling up with the pleasant smell of freshly mowed grass. you were never one for sports, but you gladly watched a game or two with your friends and now family. you wouldn't do it willingly on your own, you have more interesting things to do. but you don't hate it.

you also don't hate it when yunho places his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the chairs where you've seen coaches and other member's of the team sit during matches. you thank heavens for the early winter sun and long sleeves, otherwise he would've seen the goosebumps from an innocent touch like that.

"have a seat. if they kick a ball in your direction, i'm sorry on their behalf."

"real comforting for my first live match, thanks."

the children run out on the field after changing, taking their positions on a white line in front of their coach. you study his moves, and needless to say, you find yourself squirming in the plastic chair quite soon. he is stern. he gives orders, guides them, and cares for them. you are turned on by something as simple as his yelling over the field. you never knew you could be so turned on by someone doing their job.

he starts the warmup, doing the squats and pushups with them. his arms aren't that big, but they are still muscular and decorated with bulging veins.

"coach, remember when you made us do pushups with your backpack on our back?" one of the older kids says.

"yeah, so? want another session?"

"no, no! i was just wondering if you could do the same." the rest of them start smirking, especially your nephew, and yunho scoffs.

"of course i can."

"but not with the backpack! with her on your back!" he points his little finger towards you, and you scoff.

"i don't think that's approp-"

"he can't do it," you accidentally interrupt, trying to save him.

he looks at you, one eyebrow cocked. you swear you could slip off the chair from the sudden rush of arousal.

"oh, really?" he asks, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"really." you decide to tease back, to see just how far it gets you.

"well why don't we try?"

he gets into the position, not even allowing you to decline. the team starts cheering, your nephew the loudest of them all.

"come on, now. sit on me."

you choke on your saliva. he smirks to himself, and you are ready to wipe it off. he likes teasing, doesn't he. little narcissist.

you walk over to him, purposely sitting on his back with force. but he holds, his wide back a comfortable seat. his arms start working his body. and your jaw drops at how easily he is doing the push ups with you on his back. the cheers get louder, seeing their coach effortlessly carry a person like that. he does a few more, just to show off, until you get off of him. your nephew runs over, hugging your leg and cheering for the handsome coach. yunho winks at you, then proceeds to train the boys.

your stops to the stadium become your new hobby. you sit on the same chair, watching the man teach the young ones, occasionally catching a glance or two from him, then arriving home and falling asleep mid day to the thoughts of his arms and voice. some days you fall asleep from simple thoughts, and some days you need a locked door and a buzzing device.

with each practice, he finds a way to somehow touch you. last time, he asked you to help him set up a new net on the goal frame. he couldn't "reach it", so he held you by your waist in the air while you secured it. if he can carry you around so easily, could he also carry you as he thrusts into you back in his office? or in the back of the-?

"guests! get up!" your mother knocks on the door, and you are quick to throw your gadget under your pillow, stopping the fantasies in your brain.

poor thing has been working non stop for the past few weeks, and still doesn't do a good enough job. sure, it gets you over the edge, but seeing yunho's slender fingers spin that ball so effortlessly when he is busy watching the kids play is just making it more complicated. not sure if on purpose, but lots of times he toys with the little hole on the ball that is there for inflating it. he circles it, slowly and carefully, eyes not leaving the green field. your eyes are locked on the ball and the middle finger rotating on the ball, mouth going dry as you almost feel that same finger circling your own hole.

"see? told you he's a gem." he interrupts your drooling one day.

"huh? oh, yes. absolutely." you catch a glimpse of your nephew celebrating victory.

you miss the way yunho bites his lip, hiding another smirk forming. he knows he has you wrapped around his finger, and he can almost smell the arousal off you. at first, he enjoyed teasing you for fun. but now? seeing that you've started showing up in short knitted winter dresses and knee high boots? it gets him going too. especially when you put those sunglasses on when you get in the car and help your nephew in his car seat, looking like a really hot young mom.

a mom he'd like to fuck all day every day in the back of the car after she drops her kids off at school.

"guests? who the hell is it?" you ask more yourself than your mother.

you throw on a sweater and the first pair of jeans you find, then check if you've put the vibrator away just in case a certain child decides to come in the room and snoop. it is securely locked in your drawer, along with a local newspaper cutout with yunho's figure on it, the jersey proudly stating his last name and his player number: nine. he looks dashing, so why not? you're not doing anything weird with it. just masturbating to it. no biggie. everyone does that.

it is a random wednesday and middle of the day. nobody familiar is coming to your mind when it comes to guests. but when you go downstairs and join your mother in the kitchen, you freeze. the big glass door to the patio is open, revealing the very coach you were just touching yourself to sitting on your favorite chair near the pool. your father hands him over a beer, like they do this every day.

"what is the coach doing here?"

"your brother invited him to wish him luck for the game next week." the woman simply explains, lining up the various cheese bites on toothpicks on the oval plate. "here, take this to your father while i grab a few more beers for them. for an athlete, you'd think he drinks less."

"mom!" you scold, in case he might have super hearing.

you carry the plate in one hand, while you use the other one to fix your hair. yunho is quick to notice you coming towards them, a smile forming on his lips as he examines you head to toe. you look cute in maroon and black, that oversized sweater hiding your waist from him. ever since he lifted you in the air that day to fix the net, he has been dreaming about holding that waist again. he wants to bite into it, leave purple marks all over it, kiss it and whatnot. you are just that addictive, and you didn't do anything but exist.

"hi, coach."

something about you calling him coach is setting his body on fire. it has the same effect on him as the word "daddy" or "sir" would have on someone else. he decides he enjoys hearing it from your lips. he hopes he'll get to hear it in a shape of a moan or gasp too.

"hi, my lovely assistant. did you know that your sister actually knows a thing or two about football?"

"soccer. and no, this dumbass right here?"

all three of you roll your eyes at his correction. yunho snickers, taking a sip of his beer.

"yes. she helps me set up the training ground and comes up with very interesting and actually beneficial stuff. the other day she even managed to score against our thirteen year old goalkeeper!"

you squint your eyes at the man, holding grudge for mocking you. he is half right, you did set up the training grounds for the kids. and you did score against the thirteen year old goalkeeper. go you!

"cheese?" you offer, stopping their little bullying session.

"why, thank you." he takes one, then continues his conversation about the upcoming game.

you run back to the kitchen, helping your mother with more drinks. you hear your nephew somewhere, and his quick and heavy footsteps.

"careful, i'm holding liquid!" you warn before he can bump into you.

you make your way towards the patio again, ready to secretly start flirting with his coach. you don't know how. you'll figure it out. only this time, he doesn't notice you coming, and stands up while still talking to your family. he doesn't hear you warn him over your nephew's loud and bad cover of the teenage mutant ninja turtles theme song, and walks straight into you, spilling the beverages all over his white t-shirt and your maroon sweater. you almost slip on the wet tiles, but his hands are quick to grab your waist and steady you. your body is pushed against his, soft breasts pressed against his own firm chest, your heart almost breaking through your ribcage and hitting his.

"shit, i'm so sorry." he finally lets go, then bends over to pick up the half empty cans of beer.

"oh, just leave it! i'll clean it up!" your voice is squeaky, hands still trembling from the interaction you just had.

his grasp is so firm, you want him to pick you up again just so you can feel that rush of lust one more time. the way his slender fingers pick up the pieces of glass from the floor shoots arrows to your core. a task so simple that it has you wondering if your brain is healthy for getting turned on by it.

"sweetie, will you go get coach yunho a new t-shirt so he can change? yunho, go with her, she will clean that up for you." your father offers, completely oblivious of your death glares.

the young man gladly accepts. he follows you quietly through the house, not yet speaking. you unlock your room, then let him in.

"ah, so this is what this door is? your nerdy little room. always wonder every time i come over."

you rummage through the pile of unironed clothes on the ironing desk in the corner of your room, trying to tell the difference from your brother's and father's plain white t-shirts.

"so you come here often?"

"not that often," he walks over to your nightstand, looking through the window above it, "they sometimes invite me for dinner or lunch as a thank you for training their grandson. say, why do you keep your room locked?"

you plug the iron into the socket, then wait for it to warm up as you turn to face him. his fingers are tracing the corner of the nightstand, somehow seductively.

"to keep my nephew from snooping." you laugh nervously, seeing how close his hand is to the forbidden drawer.

"right," he hums, nodding his head.

the iron makes a sound, notifying you that it is ready for use. you turn your back towards him, ironing the creases in the soft fabric. you hear him walk around the room, probably admiring your poor taste of room decorating when you were seventeen. you didn't manage to redecorate much, only bring in some things from your old home. like the very toy that is buzzing in his hand right now.

"interesting."

"god, give me that." your cheeks are flaming hot.

you hid today's pink pleasure, but forgot about the yesterday's one, also from an interrupted session. he holds the silver bullet vibrator in his hand, playing with the settings on it.

"give it back! it's dirty, how can you even touch it?"

"oh, so it's recently been to places? i don't know, looks pretty clean to me."

you reach for the shiny item, but he is quick to throw it in his other hand. he smiles, amused by your poor attempts at getting the gadget back.

"we can do this all day, or..." he points it towards you, like a magic wand, "you can show me the proper use of it."

your heart drops, and your stomach feels like a centipede is walking all over it. your mouth goes dry, and your eyes feel like they're going to jump out of the sockets.

"what?" you manage to say.

"show me how you use it." he simply says.

"you're crazy. here's your t-shirt." you grab it from the desk, avoiding eye contact with him.

you hear his wet one drop on the floor, and he reaches for the one in your hand. instead of grabbing the clothing item, he grabs your wrist, pulling your body into his bare one. you gasp, eyes looking up into his as his other hand snakes around your waist, vibrator still secure between his fingers.

"those jeans are driving me crazy." he admits in a whisper. "and looking at that bed, i can't stop imagining you using this on your dripping little cunt after coming back from my practice."

you hate that he is right, but you won't tell him that. ever.

"i have more attractive things to masturbate about." you whisper too, eyes dropping down on his pink lips.

"like what?"

"like that substitute coach from monday morning?"

"ah, so your little hole only clenches for song mingi? got it."

he lets go of you, throwing the vibrator on the bed. you gulp as you watch him wear the freshly ironed warm t-shirt, eyes running down to his v-line and defined abs. he is so damn hot.

"i should get back there. wouldn't want anyone to know how desperate you are for me." he winks.

"i'm not desperate!" you reach for a pillow, ready to aim it at that smirking face.

the next few days, you ask your father to take the boy to the practice. he is sad, but if you look at yunho one more time after a good training session, after his jersey starts sticking to his skin and reveals all his curves and hollows, after his sun kissed skin starts shining from sweat, and after his veins start bulging even more, you might drop on your knees at his feet and just take him in your mouth right there in the middle of the field. with nobody around, of course.

the derby is getting closer and closer, and you go to the practice one more time before it accompanying your father. you sit quietly as you watch him fidget in his usual spot. he doesn't yell today. he doesn't instruct. he doesn't do a warmup. he lets the kids play whatever they want, just shushing them when they start cussing and punishing them with burpees. he is nervous about the game, that you know.

"hey," you call after practice.

your father is busy helping his grandson change his footwear, while you busy yourself with comforting the coach.

"it'll be good. you'll win, i know it."

"our goalkeeper is kinda shit. he has been alcoholizing himself the past few days, too nervous about the derby. i'm afraid he is going to get some kind of poisoning, or that he'll show up drunk. or hung over. i don't care about the win at that point, our image will be destroyed."

you hum, looking over at the dark clouds approaching in the distance.

"get some sleep tonight. if you want, call me. i am known to put people to sleep with my talking."

he laughs, sincerely. nothing flirty this time. "will do, darling."

"i'll see you tomorrow then, coach. hopefully with a trophy in your hand."

the game went fabulously. they destroyed the other team, despite the goal keeper being a little hung over just how yunho predicted. they all cheer, your nephew is going crazy in the front row, and so are you. shiny confetti is flying everywhere, some of it landing on yunho's head. he is holding the trophy above his head, pure happiness on his face. he is cute.

the celebration continues in the decorated basketball hall, drinks and food already served and music already blasting. the audience is slowly leaving to join the team in proper celebration, and it takes almost half an hour for the place to properly empty before you can move. a few families stay behind, cleaning after everyone and collecting lost items to hand them over to the doorkeeper later. you and your mother stay to help, collecting all the confetti and food remains.

"miss! miss!"

you turn around, almost bumping into a woman. she holds a backpack in her hand, and hands it over to you.

"would you be a sugar and go give this to player nine in the locker room? their coach had to go and didn't have time to give this to him."

"but-"

"thank you so much! i've gotta run."

and indeed, she does run. your mother nudges you with her elbow, rushing you towards the stairs and to the entrance under the bleachers.

you do not know where you are going. the hallway is empty, and there are no signs on any doors. you almost reach the end, hopelessly dragging the heavy backpack with you. a door to a locker room is half opened, and you decide to knock. receiving no response, you carefully enter, the strong smell of body spray pinching your nose.

"coach?" you call.

he doesn't answer. you set the backpack on one of the benches, then make your way towards the other side of the room. a jersey is discarded on it, the number nine proudly facing up from the bench. you reach for it, feeling the fabric in your hand. he smells so good. not a strong scent, like the rest of them have. he is more of a soft vanilla mixed with slight sandalwood. you bury your nose in the fabric, surprised that even after sweating so much after the game, the jersey isn't smelly and wet.

two hands creep onto your waist, startling you and making you jump.

"i snooped through your things, so now you have to snoop through mine?" he teases.

you feel his naked wet chest press against your thin blouse, and a slight bulge in the back of your pants. he turns you around swiftly, allowing you to take a good look at him. he is fresh out of the shower, smelling absolutely heavenly. his hair is not yet dry, waterbeads sliding down his neck and collarbones and disappearing down his v-line into the towel he has so carefully wrapped around him. it hangs low on his hips, probably on purpose.

"aren't you going to congratulate me?"

"congratulations?"

"i was thinking about a different kind of congratulations. something like..." his finger pulls at the belt hoop of your pants, then lets it snap against your skin, "this."

"you have to play another match to get to that point," you tease.

"do i now?"

truth is, you wish for nothing more than to get down on your knees and have him twitch in your mouth. you so desperately need it. so you let your hand reach for his towel, easily undoing it and letting it fall on the floor. you don't look down just yet, eyes locked with his. yunho finally grabs your face by your jaw, pulling you in for a hot kiss. his tongue is quick to find yours, circling it and rubbing it all the right ways. your blouse doesn't get unbuttoned. ripping it open seems faster to yunho, firm hands shredding the fabric and letting buttons fly to the floor. you gasp at the action, and he is quick to place his hands on your breasts. you're thankful for wearing a decent bra today, not one of those you had as a teen.

"i'll have to see you wearing my jersey and bouncing on my cock one day after practice. think you could do that?"

"i think i very much could," you say, excitement running in your veins.

yunho sits on the bench, trying to pull you into his lap. you stop him, dropping down on your knees. a proper congratulations.

you take a moment to admire his length. he isn't thick, but he is very long. he feels hot under your fingers, eager to be taken cared of. your tongue gets a first taste of him, and soon after, you're struggling to take him in. he is too big for you, but the pleasure is too good for him to back away. he grabs your hair, pushing your head down to make you swallow as much of him as you can.

"yunho?"

you freeze around his cock, eyes going wide. you are hidden by a row of lockers, but only a few steps in and the whole situation would be visible to the poor intruder.

"keep going," yunho mumbles, caressing your cheek.

you slowly start swallowing him again, working your tongue around him.

"yes?" he says, masking his pleasure well.

"everyone is waiting for you, man. they already finished off that fruit tart you were waiting for!"

"let me just take a quick shower and i'll be right there."

"if you say so."

the door shuts, and yunho spares no time in ramming his cock into your mouth a few more times before pulling you off and picking you up. he slams you against the lockers, hands firm on your thighs. he manages to take off your pants, not bothering with the panties. he only pushes them aside, and not even bothering to stretch you out beforehand, carefully inserts his hot muscle inside of you. it is no use biting your hand down to hide the noises, his pace continiously ramming into the soft spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back.

"you'll have to be a bit more quiet, baby." he says, voice low and raspy.

you look at him, your body completely relaxed in his hands as you take every pump he has to offer. yunho looks at you as if he is trying to hypnotize you, with eyes so focused on your face, examining every single reaction you have to his moves.

"we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt again, would we?"

you shake your head, unable to speak. you can only moan, louder and louder, as your fingers desperately tug on his still damp hair. having had enough of your loud noises, yunho carries you to the bench, cock still buried deep inside of you. he lays you on the bench, then reaches over your head to grab something.

"open up for me," he instructs.

you do, and he gently places his jersey between your lips so it muffles your moans.

"good girl," he praises, then continues his moves.

the fabric in your mouth proves itself useful, successfully muffling the noises you make. not long after, you feel the pleasure building up in the bottom of your stomach.

"fuck, you're clenching so much, i'm going to cum soon," he hisses, hands desperately gripping your waist.

you look at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would take the message and make you cum too. he recognizes it, and brings his hand to his mouth, wetting his fingers. he then places them on your clit, rubbing the tense bud in ways that have your back arching from the bench, mentally begging him for release already.

"fuck-" he groans, speeding up.

you bite down on the fabric, focusing on reaching the sweet release, clenching your walls to help him reach his too. he moans, for the first time, throwing his head back as he fucks his seed into you, filling you up until you can't take it anymore and let it spill on the bench. the new warm sensation inside of you triggers your own orgasm, your hands reaching for his as you twitch, orgasm washing over your body in multiple ways.

yunho holds your hands above your head, pressing kisses along your exposed collarbones and neck, calming you as you get down from the high. it takes you a while to come back to your senses, feeling yunho's hair tickling your bare skin as he still peppers your skin with kisses.

he laughs fondly, seeing what a mess he made out of you. removing the jersey from your mouth, he wastes no time in kissing you properly, this time a bit softer than before.

you pull away, the cold air from the air conditioner finally hitting your bare skin and sweat, making you shiver.

"so..." you breathe out.

"so..." he repeats.

"when is your next match again?"

feedback greatly appreciated! 💕

[someonealreadyhadmynickname]

Dad headcanons | Leon S. Kennedy

warnings: pregnancy

I picture Leon being in absolute bliss when you break the news to him. He’ll be laughing while hugging you. He’s never had a normal family, and I believe he would want children of his own. He’ll be so happy he won’t be able to erase a dumb smile from his face for the rest of the day.

Reads lots of articles on parenting and baby development.

A worrywart. One day several noises woke you up late at night and you discovered your husband babyproofing everything in the house. Turns out he was so worried he couldn’t wait til’ the morning.

You have to be very careful about mentioning your cravings because this man is driving in the middle of the storm if that means getting what you want. You’ll have to physically stop him from going out at ungodly hours just because you crave some donuts.

If it were up to him, you wouldn’t even get out of bed. He has to be holding your hand when you use stairs, no matter how many times you’ve tried to convince him you are totally capable of doing it alone.

“What’s next? I’m not allowed to use scissors?”

Your laugh slowly quietens as you notice Leon’s thinking face.

“... I don’t see why you would have to use scissors”

One day he came home with a big present box and when you opened it a german shepherd jumped at you. He got a trained police dog to keep you company. (Not before making extensive research on the best family dogs, of course).

On top of that, he would want to hire someone to help around the house because the thought of you being alone makes him worried sick.

He’s so silly. Talks to your belly all the time. When he comes home he always greets you with “how are my babies doing?”

He goes crazy with baby stuff. Clothes, plushies, bottles, toys, everything he sees in stores ends up in the baby room. The room is so full of stuff you two had to keep some things in the attic. He has promised to stop buying things several times but there’s always something that catches his eye and he has to get it.

“And this is a baby monitor— I know that face, you don’t like it”

“No, I love it, it’s just…”

“Yes?”

“You already bought one of those, love”

“Aha! No, I bought a different one. Now, you see, the one we had doesn’t had all the features this one has…”

Strikes me as the kind of guy who would want to wait a bit before telling people about the pregnancy… However, he ends up spilling the beans two or three times. Also, people kinda catch onto it because all he talks about is about children’s development.

Sometimes you wake up at night to find your lover lying awake, watching at the ceiling. Truth is, he can’t help but worry about your child’s future and spends hours thinking about it; but when you ask him what’s keeping him up, he always answers that the excitement of becoming a dad won’t let him sleep.

Will do the impossible in order to be with you during the delivery. He has warned his superiors months in advance that he needs to rest during the days when is probable the baby is coming. In the worst case scenario, where he isn’t able to make it in time, he is gonna be regretful for a very long time.

Definitely cries the first time he holds his baby.

He randomly wakes up at night and goes to check the baby. He’ll sit in front of the crib and stay there for a while, sometimes he picks the baby up and just holds them. Will always give them a kiss on their forehead before leaving.

Converses with the baby. He could be feeding them, or changing their diaper, and he talks to them as if they could understand him. Tells them about his day, how work is going. If you two were ever to argue (which is very rare and, if you do, always with a certain joke air), he is bringing the baby and puts them on his side. He looks at the baby and asks “can you believe this?”

You’ve found him watching baby cartoons not noticing the child is long asleep.

He is beyond cheerful because everytime you are carrying the baby, they raise their tiny arms to his dad wanting to be held by him.

Asks Claire to babysit whenever you two go out on dates.

Which he later regrets because now, everytime the baby sees Claire, they reach out for her. Even if Leon is carrying them. Makes him a bit jealous.

Your baby walks and talks very early on because of how much time Leon spends with them.

Every parent believes their kid is exceptional, but Leon could win the proudest dad competition. As your child grows up, Leon is so amazed by every milestone they complete. “I’m telling you, this child is going places”, he tells you the day your baby learns to roll over.

You mentioned to him once how cute you thought albums were, so now you two keep one for your kid. He takes terrible photos, but you think those are very adorable and keep them in the album.

Takes playtime seriously. He isn’t like those parents who don’t even care about what’s happening and leave at the middle of the game. Tea party? He is wearing his best clothes. Pretending to be spies? Won’t break character. He will be bashful if you catch him tho.

He has this ongoing thing with your child where they try to build the biggest sandcastle everytime you go to the beach.

He always says ‘I love you’ when saying goodbye. Once your child hurriedly kissed his cheek and pretended to leave, but Leon stopped them and said: “Everytime I tell you I love you, I mean it, it’s not just mindless words. Do you mean it?” He knows that, and god forbids it happens, he could not come back home one day. So it’s crucial for him for his child to understand how much he loves them.

It breaks his heart to leave his family so often. On one occasion he overheard your child begging you to talk to their father and ask him to please stop going on missions.

I picture him having a daughter.

The kind of man who takes his daughter to dates. Everytime he brings you flowers, he has another bouquet for his princess.

Your daughter is a performer. She makes up dances and songs and performs in front of you two.

Once, when she was young, she told him she wanted to marry him. He answered he couldn’t marry her because he is already married to you, to which your girl replied “Can I marry uncle Chris then?” Leon hasn’t recovered from that.

Maybe a bit delusional but you two invite over his D.S.O friends for Christmas, Claire and Chris included, and everyone brings a present for your daughter.

He’d like more than one kid, but often worries about what would happen to his family if he ever goes missing, so for now, another one isn’t in the plans.

Lying by your side at night, he sometimes thanks you for the opportunity to have a family.

[lanadelnegan]

Ghost - Part 2

Negan x Glenn’sSister!Reader

Part 1 here

smut will be in part 3, don't worry :)

“Y/n!” Maggie practically tackled me as soon as I walked through the gates, followed by the others. 

“The hell you been?” Daryl grunted with an angry expression, refusing to hug me. 

“He’s been out looking for you everyday since you left.” Maggie clarified. 

I pushed him playfully as I walked by. “You knew I’d be back, I told you I didn’t want to be found.” 

After all the hellos and welcome backs, I finally made it back to my house, thrilled to be alone again. That was too much. 

While unpacking my things along with some of the items I stole from the cabin, I noticed my picture of me and Glenn was missing. No, no, no. Please tell me I didn’t leave it. It was the only thing I had left of him. 

A knock on my door distracted me and I went to answer, finding Rick on the other side. 

“Hey, heard you were back. Just wanted to come say hi.” 

“Hey, its good to be home.”

“Listen, a lots happened since you left. You need to know about the Saviors. They’ve been here a few times already. They’re scheduled to return tomorrow.” Rick’s hand rested on his hips as he looked down. “I thought you’d wanna know.” 

I forced a smile. “Thanks for the heads up.”

I closed the door and exhaled a breath. It’s a good thing they’re coming tomorrow. I need to meet this asshole and learn his ways. Learn how to destroy him and what makes him weak. 

I settled back in, had some dinner, and decided to read some of my book. When I opened the page, the corner was dog-eared and at a place I didn’t remember reading. 

Oh my god. I have never in my life dog-eared a page…..

Should I be relieved that I’m not crazy? Or sad that my mystery man left without saying goodbye? It doesn’t matter. I reminded myself and went upstairs to go to bed. Stopping in the doorway, my jaw dropped at the empty space where my bed used to be. Not even a pillow left behind. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. 

Maybe I’ll kill them all. Not just Negan. Fucking pricks. 

I slept on the couch downstairs. Luckily I still had that left. I woke in the morning to the sound of a loud, obnoxious voice outside. It sounded familiar. I didn’t bother changing out of my sleep clothes or brushing my hair before heading outside. I couldn’t let them think�� I was scared or hiding. If my plan was going to work, I needed to be assertive. 

I quickly joined the others, who were standing around Rick and that’s when I saw him. Negan. His back was turned to me, but I knew it was him because a baseball bat rested on his shoulder. He was wearing a leather jacket, and his hair was black, slicked back, and…. Oh god. 

That can’t be… 

I suddenly felt sick, like I could faint any moment. 

“Reeelax, Prick. We’ll be in and out in no time.” He patted Rick’s shoulder before waving a finger in a circular motion and signaling his men to start their routine intrusion. Negan whistled, spinning on his heels before instantly locking eyes with me. His arrogant smirk faded into regret the moment he saw me. I turned away, quickly walking back to my house.

“Shit, wait.” i heard him call from behind me.

I ignored him and made it all the way to my porch before his hand grabbed my wrist and spun me around. 

“Baby, please. Listen.” 

“I am not your Baby. What the hell is wrong with you?!” I said through my teeth, jerking out of his grip. 

“Please, just let me explain.”

“And if I don’t? You’ll just forcefully break into my house anyway! So sure! Come on in.” I spit out furiously as Negan followed me into my house. Two of his men were already inside, lifting my couch. 

My hands flew up. “Oh, great.” 

“Put it down.” Negan ordered his men who gave him a funny look in return. “Are you deaf or fucking stupid? Put. It. Down. This house is off limits.”

“Yes sir.” They obeyed, setting my couch back down and awkwardly left. Negan and I stood in silence for a moment before he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a picture. It was the one of me and my brother and I felt my throat closing. 

“When you fell asleep that night, I carried you to bed and found this on your nightstand. I knew you looked familiar, but once I realized..” He paused, looking up at you. “..I felt so guilty. So I left. And I haven’t stopped thinking about you once. Baby, I am so sorr-”

I laughed loudly, cutting his sentence off. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes so I looked up at the ceiling to hold them in. "You cannot be fucking serious right now. You murdered my brother, in the worst way possible, and then you have the nerve to give me a half ass apology?!” I scoffed, shaking my head. 

He set the picture on the end table and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Alright, what’s it gonna take for you to forgive me? You want me to get down on my knees and beg?” He walked closer, towering over me. 

“Yes, actually.” 

His smile widened as he looked back and forth between my eyes, but I remained serious. He shook his head in disbelief, but finally gave in. Leaning his bat against the back of the couch, he kneeled in front of me. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please, forgive me.”

"Let me bash your head in. Then I'll consider it."

An uncomfortable silence filled the room and he nodded towards his bat. 

"Fine, go ahead." He whispered.

"Wh-what?"

"Go ahead, doll. Bash my brains out, if that’ll make you feel better." 

I walked over to the bat hesitantly, not taking my eyes off of him. When I stood in front of him again, I looked down at the bat in my hands - the same one that killed Glenn. My tears spilled over the wood and I dropped it like it burned my skin. 

My knees buckled beneath me before Negan caught me, pulling me close to him and adjusting us so that he was holding me in his lap. I sobbed into his chest as he held me tightly, stroking my hair while his chin rested against the top of my head.

"Goddamn it, doll. I am so fucking sorry. I can’t say it enough. I wish I could bring him back." Negan sounded as if he was crying himself.

I let him hold me a moment longer before I shoved him away and stood up. "Please just go. I don’t want to see you again." 

He looked at me pleadingly as he stood, and for a moment I let myself imagine his sincerity until my gaze returned to the floor and he left without another word, taking his stupid bat with him.

2 weeks later...

I’ve fully betrayed myself. Thinking of Negan like he was the only man to exist. My days ran together, and the more time went by, the more I missed my brother, and the more I resented myself for fantasizing about the man who took him from me.

The loud rumbling of engines vibrated my ears as I washed shampoo out of my hair. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and approached my bedroom window, moving the curtain slightly.

Rick's back was facing my window while Negan stood in front of him. I remained still, trying to listen to their conversation and also to avoid drawing attention to myself in the window. 

Sensing my stare, Negan's eyes darted up, instantly meeting mine. I couldn't look away, being frozen in mix of emotions that I didn't know was hatred or lust. Or both. 

A smirk appeared on his face, causing Rick to turn and look towards the window, making me quickly drop the curtain and step back. I brushed my hair, threw on some shorts and a tank top and headed downstairs. As soon as I reached the bottom, there was a knock on the door. My heart raced and I scolded myself on the inside for smiling, quickly replacing it with a frown. Get a fucking grip.

I opened the door, probably with too much eagerness. "I thought i told-"

Oh.. it's just..

"The hells going on with you and Negan?"

"What?" 

"Ya heard me."

I stared at Daryl confused and shocked, not understanding where this sudden confrontation was coming from.

"Nothing! Nothing is going on, what is that even supposed to mean?" I looked past Daryl to find the Saviors' truck already gone and it felt like a punch to my gut.

"I saw that little exchange from your window. Not to mention his last visit when he kicked the saviors outta here." Daryl’s hands rested on his hips and luckily no one else was around to hear his little outburst. This was the most I’d ever heard him speak. 

"Daryl, where is this coming from? How could you seriously think I could ever have an interest in him after what he did?!"

Daryl’s head dropped. "Glenn made me promise if anything ever happened to him, that I’d look after ya."

Tears filled my eyes. 

“We care about ya. Just trying ta keep you safe.”

"I know." You smiled sympathetically before Daryl turned to leave. "Wait.. they left quickly this time. What did they take?" 

"You should know. He only went to your house."

I frowned, closing my front door and suddenly the air around me felt different. I looked around for any trace of him, but it seemed the only thing he left was a pit in my stomach and a faint trail of leather cologne. I was getting ready to head upstairs when something caught my eye from the kitchen table. A rose, lying next to a folded piece of paper.

Meet me at our place tonight. We need to talk. 

Part 3 here

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[norrisleclercf1]

Rumors

Pairing: Single Dad!Alonso x Nanny!Reader

Rating: PG-17

Words: 3.3K

Warnings: Age gap, single parents, reader is pregnant, history of one night stand, alonso doesn’t know, reader being shamed by elders, insecurities, Fernando as a dad is fucking golden, overprotective!Fernando, Angst, Fluff, etc.

Requested: Yes/No

Request: Please do one with Alonso where he tell the reader he want’s kids & also some age drifference

A/N: I kinda changed this request a lot but I hope you love it, just needed more plot and ran with it 🩷 also credit to @pg10version for helping me through my writers block

Listen....you didn't mean to sleep with your boss. All you needed was to be the nanny to his little girl Alejandra, not warm her father's bed. You knew people talked when they saw you out and about with them. Pointing and staring, but saying anything to your boss's face. Who would? 

He was one of the pride and joys of Spain. A two-time World Champion. They talked due to the age difference and how you were probably warming his bed every night. They were right. But had no right to talk about you that way. You hadn't even told him yet. Falling pregnant was not in the plan, yet you are, sunbathing by the pool while Alejandra naps. Pushing your sunglasses down, you check the baby monitor and see Alejandra sprawled across the bed, her bunny stuffy beside her. 

You bought her that stuffy when you first met. Her mother wasn't in the picture, having left them when she was young. It's been 5 years since you were hired, and you and the toddler grew close; her father was pleased with the relationship you two formed. 

Speaking of her father, your phone chimes, alerting you to the central gate opening to the driveway. An emerald green Aston Martin rolls up. Turning your phone down, you close your eyes, soaking in the sun. A deep rumble of a growl has you turning your head toward the sound. Next to you lay your favorite companion. A gorgeous black and tan Spanish Mastiff named Hades. 

Your boss didn't like leaving his two girls home alone, so he bought the dog as a puppy, training it to be a guard dog. Hades was loyal to you, Alejandra, and her father. Though he was gone for a while, it took Hades half a day to relax around the stranger. Hades jump up, his growl getting more profound as he stands in front of your lounger. 

About 4 months ago, Hades refused to leave your side, even snapping his jaws at your boss when he got too close. It was 3 months later you found out you were pregnant. Hades was protecting you, having known before anyone else. 

"Hades, down." A soft tone has the dog lying down but still in front of you as you move, grabbing the tan lotion to touch on some areas. Untying your top, you let it fall and rub lotion everywhere so you don't burn. "Bunny, I'm home." A voice causes your head to whip to the monitor, sighing when you see Alejandra's father. 

He slowly leaves the room, letting you relax as you lay back down, rubbing the lotion over your small bump. It wasn't crazily noticeable. It was tiny as you hadn't popped yet like most people said they did, so it was easy for you to lie and say it was bloating. 

Hades barks, letting you know that someone stepped outside. You don't worry, though, knowing damn well who it is, has Hades bark turns to a playful one. "Trying to tease me, cariño?" You open your eyes gently, letting them adjust to the sunlight. 

Before you, a silhouette of your boss as you smile shyly at Fernando Alonso. "Not teasing, don't want tan lines." You mumble, closing your eyes again; Fernando lifts your feet up as he sits at the end of the lounger, placing them on his lap. 

"Hm, I was in town today. Isabel says she hasn't seen you with Alejandra in a while." You moan when the pad of Fernando's thumbs digs into your feet. "All those old bats do is point and whisper." You grumble, a hand protectively covering your bump, but Fernando thinks it's you resting your hand on your stomach. "Cariño, ignore them. Who cares what they say." He sighs, rubbing his forehead. 

You sit up fast, ripping off your sunglasses as you glare at the older man. "I care what they say. I care when they point at Allie and whisper how her nanny is a dirty money hungry whore. I care when they point at my stomach and say, "Yes, she is a whore, fucking the dad." I refuse to go down to town when all they do is speak fucking trash. Especially about Alejandra." Fernando stares at you.  

His gaze is dark and hungry as he watches the woman before him turn protective over their tiny family.....god she was gorgeous. 

You whimper into the kiss but pull away, groaning when Fernando traps your bottom lip in his teeth, sucking on it. "Nando, stop." He pulls away, always priding himself on control. He always stopped when you said so. "Did I hurt you?" Worry replaces that fire as he looks over you. 

"I'm fine, but.....really," You bite your lip, unsure how to voice your thoughts. "Mi cielo," He grabs your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. "You know you can tell me anything. Need, feel, want, tell me it all." He whispers, switching his position to straddle the lounger and tugging you between his legs. "What am I to you? Alejandra's nanny? Something young and fun to screw?" You ask, hiding your face in his chest. Breathing in the soft touch of woodsy scotch and orange. 

It's your favorite scent. You loved wearing Fernando's clothes and sleeping in his bed. It comforted you in a way you love and hate. "Y/n," Fernando sighs, heartbreaking at the thought of you keeping this all bent up inside. "We're whatever you want us to be. I want you to stay here and raise Alejandra together." He grumbles, fingers tracing patterns on your sunkissed skin. 

"No labels? Just us?" You ask, getting a nod from Fernando. You lean back, thinking of kissing him, but stop hearing a soft voice calling for you. "Mama." It's a slight whimper that's got grabbing your cover, tying it, and bolting to Alejandra's voice. Standing, Hades jumps up, runs over to his toys, and returns with his favorite tennis ball. "I bought you to protect you, big softy." Fernando groans, grabbing the ball and throwing it into the pool. Hades barks and rushes the pool going after his ball. Fernando laughs at the giant dog, acting like a puppy. 

He repeats this a couple times, his attention pulled when he hears the sweet voice of his baby girl. "Papa! Estás en casa!" (You're home) Alejandra giggles. You sit the girl down as she almost falls out of your hold, wiggling around so much. "Estoy en casa, dulce ángel." (I'm home, sweet angel) 

Fernando crouches down, losing his balance, when Alejandra runs full force into her father's chest, her sweet giggles mixed with his deep ones. You stand by the door and watch the scene, touching your belly, unable to wait for the day when you can watch both your children in his arms. 

"Mama, come play!" Alejandra giggles, reaching out for you. Smiling, you run over and scoop her out, her giggles filling the air. "Alejandra, go show your Papa what you learned at swim lessons yesterday." You praise the little girl running to the pool, Fernando behind her, scared she'll get hurt. 

Moving, you grab your top and quickly throw it back on and then your cover as you turn, watching her dunk her face in the water, her little pink floaties holding her up. She comes back up smiling with her little teeth, proud that she dips her face in the water without screaming. Fernando stands in the pool. His skin is slick and glowing in the sun, his tattoo flexing when he moves. 

"Mi pequeño pez! Look at you! I'm so proud of you." (my little fish)His hands wrap around her tiny body, pulling her into his chest and kissing her face. You watch the two enjoy the moment. Sitting on the pool's edge, you dip your feet in the water. "Mama! Can I have ice cream?" Lifting your sunglasses up, you feel tiny hands on your ankles. Legs around her, you lift her out of the water, her messy curls sticking all over her. 

"Of course, darling, ask Ms. Basque for some baby." Fernando comes up behind and lifts her out of the water, watching her little legs run into the house. "Come in the water." Fernando mummers, hooking your legs on his shoulder. Squirming slightly, you try to control the dirty thoughts running their course. 

"What are you thinking, my little tease?" He hums, moving farther up your legs before resting very close to where you can feel your heartbeat. "Stop. Alejandra will be back soon." You smack his forehead, yet he doesn't flinch, only smirks. "Little tease, better be careful with those thoughts. I can see them in your eyes." Mummering the last part, he leans in, breathing, quicking. You close your eyes, ready to let him, only for Alejandra to run out with Ms. Basque behind. 

"Fuck." You shove Fernando away and stand, catching little Alejandra as she holds his ice cream sandwich. "Mama, what was Papa doing?" Fernando glares at the little girl, but it contains no anger as you walk away from the Spaniard. "Nothing, my Pescado; Papa is just goofing around." You glare at the older man as he leaves the pool drying off while Ms. Basque whispers something. 

"Ella es muy joven para ti. Actuar como una puta." (She's to young for you. Acting like a whore) You cover Alejandra's ears as you walk past Ms. Basque. It was no secret that the older woman didn't like you as she had been with the family long before Fernando and his ex divorced and had Alejandra. 

You only stay short to hear what Fernando says, going to the kitchen as Alejandra eats her ice cream and talking about her upcoming swim lessons in cute broken words. "Mama, hungry." She whines from her high chair. "I know, little fish, but I'm sure what your Papa wants to do for dinner." Head buried in the fridge, you don't hear Fernando's feet pad into the kitchen. 

"How about we go out, hm? To that sweet little restaurant that you love so much." Standing up fast, you bang your head, letting out curses in your mother tongue, a sound of distress leaving the little girl's mouth, a large hand cradling your head. "Little tease? Are you okay?" Fernando worries over you, smiling; you nod. 

"Are you sure going to town is smart?" Closing the fridge and putting some distance between you two, hating it, though. Ever since you became pregnant, your body craved Fernando's in every possible way. Not telling him was killing you. Yet people like Ms. Basque were proving your doubts right. "Of course, Alejandra is hungry, and I figured we could go out and enjoy ourselves. Especially since you haven't been in town for a while." Fernando smiles, kissing your cheek and grabbing Alejandra. 

"Come on, my little fish, let's get you dressed, then Mama can do your hair." He whispers, kissing her cheek. You head to your bedroom and browse your clothes, trying to pick something where it doesn't shape your little bump. 

You pick a dress, it's a pretty soft white sundress with little flowers stitched on it, it's a flowy thing that doesn't hug your body so it was perfect. You match it with gold jewelry that isn't bulky, just light, and adds the perfect touch. Some black flats, and you're ready to go check on Fernando and Alejandra. 

"Papa? Ms.Basque says not to call Mama, Mama? Why?" You stop, not pushing open the door like you were going to, but Alejandra's sweet voice has you stopping. "Ignore her, my little fish; you can call Mama that if you want." Fernando sighs, pulling up her little white pants. "She says, Mama, not Mama." She whispers, thumb stuffed in her mouth. 

"Alejandra, stop. She's your mother." He softens his voice, having never snapped at his baby before. "Then why don't you sleep in the same bed? I thought Mama and Papa sleep together?" Alejandra asks, hitting that stage where she questions everything. "Alejandra, stop asking. What goes on between Mama and me is between us. Now, let's get Mama to do your hair as you like." He groans. You liked to tease him that whenever he got off the floor and complained, it was because he was getting old. 

"Alejandra? Nando?" You ask, pushing the door open; two pairs of the same eyes stare at you. "Mama! We match!" The little girl smiles, pointing at your dress and her dress shirt. It's black with little flowers, and her white pants and little velcro flats make you smile. "Now, Papa needs to match with us." She giggles. Fernando shakes his head and brushes past you, subtly grabbing your ass. 

Blushing, you shake your head when you hear his laughter down the hall. Sitting down, you pull Alejandra into your lap and do her hair. Combing it out tangles, you take care of her curls and let them dry out, pulling the top half of her hair up and tying it. Leaving the bottom half down, she loved her hair like this. 

Finished, you carry downstairs to where Fernando stands in nice dress pants, shoes, and a white shirt with a flower itched into his collar, making you smile that he matched subtly. "Ready, my loves?" He asks, swinging his SVU car keys on his finger. 

"Papa, flower!" Alejandra leans in your arms, touching the flower on Fernando's collar; the older man smiles and kisses her little hand. She giggles, feeling the scruff of his chin tickle her. "You should grow it out a little bit." Fingers brushing his chin, he smiles and leans into your touch. "Maybe." He teases, opening the back door to the SVU. 

He watches you buckle his daughter in the car, both of you laughing as you strap her in. His hand finds the lower portion of your back, leading you around the back of the vehicle, stopping you when you hit the blind spot. 

"What?" You ask, thinking something is wrong, but he smiles and kisses you gently. When he pulls back, you're smiling, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth your eyes flutter open. "What was that for?" His ears strained to hear the faint whisper of your voice. "Nothing just wanted to kiss my little tease." He mummers, moving your baby hairs out of your face. 

He walks you around the car, opens your door, and helps you get into the car, making sure you're secured. Closes the door smiles to himself, and walks to the driver's side. Jumping in, he starts the car. The ride is filled with ISpy and silly games like that with Alejandra, who occasionally whines about how hungry she is. 

Pulling up to the restaurant, he parks and rushes to your side to help you, then gets Alejandra. "Papa, carry!" Holding her arms up, Fernando chuckles and picks her up while holding your hand, strolling to the front door. "Welcome, Mr. Alonso." Someone says, leading you to your table. 

Looking around, it's a gorgeous place, open aired with plants and fairy lights everywhere. Music was playing from a live band, but it wasn't overpowering, just enough you could still talk. Sitting at your table, you ensure Alejandra is settled before taking your place next to Fernando. 

He smirks and places an arm around your waist, pulling you close; you hold your breath, hoping he doesn't touch your bump, which he doesn't, his fingers staying on your hip, rubbing calm circles. 

"I forgot to tell you," He whispers, making you shiver at his breath, tickling your ear. "How fucking gorgeous you look." You blush, a string of giggles leaving your mouth. Fernando doesn't stop there, whispering soft things in your ear, making you laugh and giggle. 

You look up, giggles clamped down when you see a group of older ladies staring at you. A few of them were the ones that made the comments about you and Alejandra. You see one of them whisper in another's ear, and without thinking, you shove Fernando away, putting some distance between you two. 

Alejandra colors paying no mind to the world around her or the dark look on her father's face. "Mi Amor? Is something wrong?" He whispers, grabbing your wrist and yanking you back into his side. "Mr. Alonso, no." You say, getting the older ladies to look up hearing you call Fernando that. 

"Mr. Alonso? What? Y/n, what is going on with yo-" He stops, his eyes catching seeing the older ladies staring and whispering to each other. He sits up straight, looking at you and then at them, waving the waiter over. "Please pack out food. We're taking it to go." You whip your head towards Fernando as to why he is doing this. 

"Mi Amor, take Alejandra to the car and wait for me, yes?" He asks, not caring as he leans in, kissing you. You stand, gather Alejandra in your arms, and walk to the car, Fernando's figure heading towards the older ladies. 

"So? Are your lives so fucking boring you must drag my life into your daily conversation?" Fernando asks, startling the women, but they bristle at his choice of language. "Fernando dear, we've known you since you were young. That girl is just using you." Fernando feels a whole new rage. 

"She is not using me. If anything, I'm the one taking advantage of her. Don't ever, and I mean it, talk about my girlfriend or child ever again. She's not a whore and is a better person than you old bag of bones." Fernando turns on his heels and storms out of the restaurant. 

Throwing the door open, he slams it, Alejandra whimpering, which has you turn around and comfort her. "We're going home." That is all he says as he starts the car and whips it out of the parking and back home. You stare at his grip on the steering wheel, having never seen him this angry. 

Pulling into the driveway, you don't wait for him to park when you're already out of the car and walking to grab Alejandra. "Mi Amor.." Fernando exits the car and reaches for you, but you avoid his touch; Alejandra holds close to your chest. "Go calm down, Fernando; I won't let you be this angry around us." You back away and head into the house, breezing past Ms. Basque. 

"Mama, read me a story?" Her tiny voice laced with sleep. "I will, baby, but let's bathe you first." Kissing her cheek, heading to her bedroom. Fernando paces, thinking everything over, but when he sees how long it's been, he decides to look for you. 

He goes to Alejandra's room down the hall, stopping at the door when he hears your voice reading a story. Poking his head in, he watches as Alejandra nods off, your voice getting softer and softer. "Goodnight, my little fish. I love you." You slide away from her hug, settling her down. 

He moves back from the door as you tiptoe out of the door and turn, closing the door. "I love you." You yelp in shock, hands covering your mouth. "What?" You choke out, trying to calm your heartbeat.

"I love you. I don't care what those elders say or what anyone else says. You're Alejandra's mother, and I want us to have children together. God baby, the thought of you being the future mother of our children, us having a future together. It makes me so goddamn happy." Fernando whispers, resting his forehead on yours. 

Smiling, you grab his larger hand and place it on your little bump, watching Fernando's eyes go through so many emotions. "Really?" He asks, swallowing back tears. "Yeah." You whimper, your free hand twirling in his hair. 

He laughs and picks you up, spinning you around, putting you back down on your feet, and muffling your cries with a kiss. "I love you. God, I love you so much." He whimpers as he hugs you. 

Fernando can't help but picture a little boy with your eyes and his curls running around, playing Alejandra, maybe even learning how to cart. After a year or two, another one with your hair and nose bit his personality, who is stubborn and perhaps the youngest but outspoken and overprotective. He couldn't wait for this future. 

[newtonsheffield]

The funniest thing about Newton’s bed being in their room is the fact that Anthony and him are roomies.

Imagine Anthony, staring at Newton the first few nights of their marriage, lounging happily on a cushion in the corner of their bedroom.

“Kate, does he have to sleep in here?”

Kate raised her eyebrows, looking at Anthony in the mirror of her dressing table. “Yes? Consider yourself lucky. Normally I would allow him to sleep on the bed with me.”

Anthony frowned, “Well there isn’t room! I only… could he not move into the sitting room, or your study?”

“No, he’ll get lonely.”

Newton seemed to grin smugly at Anthony as she said it and Anthony rolled his eyes.

“I don’t think he likes me very much.”

Kate laughed, turning towards him properly now, “Neither did I when we first met-”

“A lie, surely.”

“But I warmed to you. He’ll do the same.”

She picked Newton up and kissed the dog’s forehead gently who wagged his tail excitedly at Kate’s attention but the dog quickly stopped when she deposited him on Anthony’s lap.

Anthony stared at Newton and then at Kate, “What am I to do with him?”

“Pat his head and tell him he’s handsome.” Kate winked, “The same things I do with you.”

Anthony huffed as the dog side eyed him, “Hello, Newton. Good evening. I see you’ve had your dinner already, how was that?”

The dog let out a huff and looked to Kate whining as if to say Do you see?! Do you see what I must put up with?!

“I suppose we can get along for your Amma’s sake.”

Newton didn’t look so sure and he looked downright offended when Anthony took his paw in hand and shook it.

“A gentlemen’s word is binding Newton. And we’ve shaken on it.”

Even so it still feels ridiculous when he’s sat in the drawing room with Benedict and the butler ducks his head in.

“Pardon me, my Lord, but there’s a man delivering furniture and I’m not sure where it’s to go. Lady Bridgerton had it made I believe.”

“Send him in.”

The man entered, his cap tucked under his arm, “Pardon me, Lord Bridgerton, but your Lady Wife commissioned a piece from me some weeks ago.”

Anthony’s eyes widened in surprise when the man brought in an ornate dog bed, complete with what appeared to be a feather mattress.

“Of course she did.” Anthony sighed, “I believe that’ll be going in our chambers, Humboldt.”

The butler inclined his head, “This way, sir.”

Benedict let out a wheeze as the men left, leaving the alone again. “I have to say, I find the idea of you being forced to sleep with a corgi in your rooms very diverting.”

“The dog’s a menace.” Anthony tutted. “But he makes Kate very happy, so I suppose… a small price to pay. Allegedly, he will grow to like me.”

“Like she did you mean?”

“She liked me from the beginning!” Anthony hissed, “You should have seen us riding in that park! It was very flirty!”

[darylsdelts]

Hi! Could you write a Daryl x f.reader hc in the mornings? I feel like slow mornings would be Daryl's favorite time of day, just enjoying his partner without having to think about the day ahead..

P.S: how did you not start writing sooner?? I love how your pretty brain brings our delusions to life lol

I’m gonna do the smaller request’s first so that they don’t pile up because having loads of requests makes me anxious😭 idk why but I’m getting to em all!

Anon!!! I love this so much! I love domestic daddy Daryl so much like yes! Idc what anyone says, he’s sooooo husband! And alsooooo… TYSM! I’m not really a writer😭 I didn’t intend to actually write on here but people started sending full on essays for me to write so why not. I did write some stuff on Wattpad though that I could post here??? If y’all want??? Anywayyyyyssss ily!

I always imagine these sorta things with you and Daryl in a secluded cabin, away from the community. You’re still part of the group but you and Daryl prefer to be alone together.

Living away from the community, Daryl is like a different person, he’s way more relaxed and less on guard. Less irritated by people too.

The sunlight seeps through the cracks in the curtains in the early mornings.

Daryl usually wakes up first but if he doesn’t then you shift closer, resting your chin on his bare chest and admiring his sleeping face.

His hair framing his relaxed face, he looks younger when he’s sleeping, your favourite part is how his rounded nose twitches when he starts to wake up.

As soon as he opens his eyes, you feel his chest vibrate as he hums, bringing his hand up to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What’d I tell ya ‘bout starin’, Hm?”

His lips twitch upward, he fucking loves the mornings when it’s so peaceful and it’s just him and you, like the world doesn’t really exist.

“I think you told me to quit it”

He chuckles, rubbing his thumb across your forehead.

Daryl thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, especially when your hair is messy from sleep and you’re in barely any clothes.

There’s no doubt that every morning, his mind drifts to thinking about staying in bed with you all day, worshipping your body and making you feel good.

And that fantasy is almost always thrown out the window when the both of you hear paws enter the room, dog jumping up on the bed, licking at Daryls face.

“Dog! Jesus chri-… yeah, okay okay, good boy”

After getting out of bed, Daryl pulling on just his jeans that sit low on his waist and you in a thin night dress, you both go to the kitchen area.

Daryl feeds dog so he stops whining and then he’ll cook up something he hunted and serve it to you.

You’re greatful for your hunterman, taking such good care of you.

Even after being together all these years, Daryl still gets shy, sitting opposite you whilst eating, barely able to make eye contact.

Some mornings, if it was hot enough, you’d go swim in the lake with dog whilst Daryl would watch over the both of you. He’s not greatly fond of swimming in the lake since he wouldn’t be able to protect you as well as he could from the side.

“Can we go to the lake?” You ask as Daryl takes your plates.

“Ya wanna? Ain’t so hot out today, darlin’”

“I wanna”

He’d roll his eyes, he could never say no to you.

He’d sit on the bank next to the lake, watching you in just your panties and bra, swimming around in the water with dog.

After you get out you’d complain that it’s too cold and he’d bite his tongue, he did tell you so.

He’d wrap you in a towel and leave you shivering whilst he towels dog off.

“Shouldn’ta let ya go in the damn water, yer gon’ get sick”

You’d pout as you shiver, Daryl wraps his arms round you, kissing the top of your hair.

“Let’s get ya inside, warm my girl up”

You have a feeling you know what he means.

This isn’t even really hc’s 😭 full on story I’m sorry but I always get so carried away.

[blingblong55]

To live without- 141 + Alejandro

Based on a request:

Hii can I make a request for some angst?? Maybe the reader having an argument with the TF 141 + Alejandro, inside the car or anywhere resulting to a break up?? Cause I'm a sucker for angst, thankss 🫶

F!Reader, angst, established!relationship, break-ups, cheating (not all)

A/N: This will be in 5 parts

Part 1 (John Price), Part 2, (Soap), Part 3 (Gaz), Part 4 (Alejandro)

It has been a stressful few months for him, between his job, you, his own safety and yours, let alone the current argument over his current state. It's why you and he are now in the car, having this argument.

Ghost:

Your breakup was the accumulation of months and months of distrust and his latest injury that got him 7 months off work. He started drinking, a lot more than his usual beer or two every other day. then his questions that suggested you must be cheating or that you are the enemy and of course, you understood the past mission was difficult on him. You knew from the start a man like him, a soldier with so many bad memories and so many betrayals was bound to have days where he couldn't and wouldn't trust you.

Lately, he has been worse, sleeping late, waking up early, smoking too much for your personal liking, becoming a heavy drinker and he now yells at you.

You had gone on a walk when he suddenly woke up, looked around your shared flat and the second he knew you weren't home, he drove to the only place where his drunk mind knew you'd be, the park. And just like expected, you were there, playing fetch with your dog.

"I knew you'd be here" his speech slurred. You were worried the instant you understood he was still somewhat drunk and the fact that you saw his truck. "Simon, you drove here?"

"Yes, I needed my beautiful girl."

"Simon, that isn't safe for you or anyone on the road-"

He pressed his index finger against your lips, trying to get you to shush up and you moved his hand away from your lips.

"This is so irresponsible of you, c'mon, let's get in the car," you start to walk, dog trailing along. "I'm driving," you add.

Once in the car, he sits in the passenger seat, "You're no fun, love"

"Life is fun, not ending it because you are an irresponsible drinker."

He scoffs, "Oh c'mon, don't act like you are perfect," he looks over at you as you start the car.

"And I'm not perfect, but you have to understand-"

"Yeah I fuckin' get it, I am an alcoholic and you are perfect-"

"Enough, Simon! I am tired of you drinking, yelling for no reason and being a prick to me all the time!" you snap

"If you weren't such a bother in my life I wouldn't be a drinker.." he comments. You can't even drive off because you are trying to contain such anger inside.

"Simon-"

"No, R/N, you act like I am a fuck up, I'm not my father...and I am not a fuck up, not to mention you treat me like a child ever since the injury."

"I never said you were any of those things and I only treat you with care, I want you to live a long life-"

"Yeah I've heard this so many times, Why don't you fuck off and leave my life for good."

That was his flaw, acting or speaking before thinking and now all is lost. It has been 3 months since you moved out, 1 month since he started to sober up and 2 months since he began to beg you for forgiveness. He has tried to gain the life he once had, the warm bed and the warm hugs and to be honest, he hasn't left the house much since the breakup, hates bars and pubs and hates knowing you aren't there to take him home. He has improved though, always hides the keys in new places before he starts to drink, walks anywhere, looks at both sides before crossing and as he does so, always thinks of you.

He can't take back what else he said in the car that evening and he will forever regret losing the one thing he loved the most. The one thing he has to live without.

[vesper-tinus]

begs you for more simon content, but maybe where he tortures his girlfriend with his awful dad jokes? xd idk if they qualify as dad jokes they are kinda dark 💀 the dog one haunts me

Hello! I'd be happy to!

Unfortunately, I am nowhere near as hilarious as Simon and Co., but I wrote my favourite pun, and hopefully that will be sufficient!

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐬. Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female ! Reader

Summary: Waking up in the morning, you are faced with the consequences of having the King of Jokes in your home. Requested by anonymous—thank you very much for the interest! I hope it lives up to your expectations! Keywords: Established relationship—married, female ! reader, though only mentioned once in spouse-title (Mrs), a pun(?), romantic fluff. Wordcount: 1062

You wake up in your spacious bed. Alone, but with a light heart knowing that Simon is not far. Not only is he a light-sleeper, but also an early-riser, and part of you wonders if it's genuine, or something that has been learned. Drilled into him from years of military duty.

Though sometimes—most of the time—he remains next to you until you wake up. 

He would never confess to it, but he enjoys watching you. Peacefully sleeping. Safe. A content expression on your resting face. He takes in every detail of you. From the fluttering of your lashes to the faint wrinkles beneath your eyes. The lovebites he left on your skin; the sleep lines the linen also left, and he smiles to himself at how lovely you are. How human it all is. How domestic.

Those quiet moments to himself are what grounds him. Most mornings he struggles to keep his hands from caressing your face, lest he risks waking you.

But on this particular morning, he is not beside you. So you abandoned the cosiness and warmth of your bed, course set, leisure-wear on, as you leave to find your husband.

You tiredly stretch your arms as you venture towards the kitchen of your shared home, yawning as you go. The house is peacefully quiet, but a different kind of quiet. It's silent, yes, but the closer to the kitchen you get, you hear stifled sounds of what makes home a home. The idle stirring of a spoon, the crinkling of a newspaper. The sounds of life. The sounds of living. The sounds of Simon. 

Home is said to be where the heart is, and Simon is yours. Heart and home.

“Mornin’, love.” Simon’s voice is peaceful in the morning, but with a hoarseness to it that reminds you of how hard he worked you last night. Your legs certainly remember. “How’d you sleep?” he asks, looking towards you; hand outstretched for you to take. Inviting you into his space.  

“Good,” you respond, coming to stand beside him, hand in hand. You lean down to press a kiss to his temple, and you feel Simon gently rotate the wedding band around your finger; you suppress a slight shiver feeling the engravings upon it. “Yours?”

“Perfect,” he hums contently, turning his head to press a kiss to your throat. “Kept the kettle on for you,” he murmurs softly against your skin, and you have to suppress another shiver. 

“No breakfast?” you ask. 

“Thought we could eat together.”

“Clever boy.” And for that comment, you are rewarded with a squeeze of your rear, his palm hot against your skin. A pleasant laugh escapes you as you wiggle out of his grasp to assess the breakfast situation, leaving your husband to his paper.

You hadn’t expected him to be a newspaper sort of man, but you’ve enjoyed learning all those little things about him. There’s always that feeling of pride in your heart of knowing that he lets you see those parts of him. That he is comfortable enough to share himself with you.  

Simon absentmindedly stirs the spoon in his mug of tea as he listens to you working the kitchen. Slow and methodically, just like his mind. His lips slip into a secretive smile, partially hidden behind the newspaper. He steals glances at you between boring articles, his eyes often falling to your hands and how skillful you are with them. Both in and outside the bedroom. 

You consider turning on the radio for some static, but decide against it. There is something blissful about the shared silence. How comfortable you both feel saying nothing, yet exchanging glances that speaks volumes. 

The silence is only broken when Simon’s voice disturbs it.

“Some American celebrity died. An actress. Decently young, too.”

“Another one?” you call over your shoulder, shutting the fridge door with your hip, milk in hand. “I feel like everyone is dropping like flies these days… What's her name?”

Simon shrugs, feigning ignorance as he flips another delicate page of the newspaper. “Reese something-or-other,” he offers with another noncommittal shrug. 

“Witherspoon?!” She was so good in Legally Blonde!

“No, with a knife.”

…

….

…..

The silence that follows is deafening as you turn to look at your husband. 

Your husband who is looking much too smug for your liking. Smiling like a cat that had cream for supper. 

You stalk towards him, the carton of milk discarded on the kitchen counter. Breakfast officially on hold.

“Simon”—you grab his chin with little strength, tilting his head back as you lean forward—”that was awful.'' It’s difficult to resist the instinct to laugh as your husband hooks his arm around your waist, feeling no remorse for your predicament. Gentle fingers resting on the dip of your hip bone—comforting, securely. You practically melt against him, it’s difficult not to. Some of your previous disgruntlement and tiredness dissipating with each gentle rub of his fingers. 

Unfortunately, it’s all a clever ploy to lull you into a false sense of security, and once he knows he has you, he strikes. 

Taken by surprise, you’re easily pulled forward. The drowsiness of a lazy morning having left you light on your feet. Simon managed to manoeuvre you into his lap. Your back to his chest as his muscular arms circle around to cage you against him. Newspaper discarded on the table. 

“You’re a real piece of work, Riley,” you grumble with mock-annoyance, your eyes narrowing. The joke itself was fine, hilarious even, but the fact that you (literally) fell for it? There’s no coming back for that, and Simon is the kind of man who will hang it over your head.

“Me-Riley, or You-Riley, ‘cause if I’m not mistaken,” he says, “which I’m not. You took my surname, Mrs. Riley.”

“Fuck you,” you huff, cheeks warming at the flirtatious tone.

Simon has the gall to chuckle at you. You feel the vibrations coming from his chest against your back, and it makes your heart flutter beneath your ribcage. How easily you fall for his wiles, it’s almost unfair, but somehow, you cannot find it in yourself to be anything but grateful. 

So you chalk it up as a win for him, and let yourself lean against him. Laughing as you replay the pun in your mind, and Simon has never heard a more beautiful sound. 

[iamjacksragingboner]

Overprotective Soap Part 2

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Mild NSFW, no smut

Part One

Part Three

A/N: Been fiddling around with this part two/collection of events for a couple days now, if this does poorly I'll actually do something drastic. Anyways enjoy whatever this is

After about a week of Johnny finding excuses to sleep over at yours, he eventually stopped looking for ways to weasel into your bed. You eventually gave up on caring about Johnny’s impromtu take over of your apartment, living under the impression that he was probably just over protective, and would leave once your foot was healed.

Under the guise of this optimism, you fell into a routine with Johnny, treating him a little like an overeager puppy, careful not to say or do anything that would trigger his desire to help you when you didn’t need to be aided. If you were lucky, you could put on the TV and sit with him for a while, and once you were sure he was enraptured by whatever was happening onscreen, you would sneak off to shower or get a breath of fresh air.

Johnny wasn’t stupid though—on the contrary, he was frighteningly intelligent—and he caught onto your tricks within about a week. To combat you sneaking off, he had begun to hold your hand whenever he was near you, his thumb idly tracing your knuckles as you both sat, your legs on his lap, and watched TV. Anytime he felt your hand slip from his, his eyes would flick to you expectantly, his head tilting in a manner not unlike a dog. Any innocence in the face of a dog was lost in Johnny’s knowing, almost taunting gaze.

“Need anythin’, lass?”

You cleared your throat, eyes darting to Johnny’s hand wrapping around yours once more, playing delicately with your fingers absentmindedly. “I just need to shower, that’s all.”

His eyes lit up, and you swore he started to salivate at the prospect.

“Alone,” you clarified, and he frowned.

“What if ye fall in the shower? I cannae be there to catch ye if I’m locked out now, lass, can I?”

You brushed off his concerns and stood, retracted your hand from his, and ignored the cold loss of contact. “I’ll be fine, Johnny. If I need anything, I’ll call out to you, I promise.”

Unluckily for you, this seemed to be the one time you actually needed Johnny’s help, as you slipped and took a tumble in the shower, knocking your head on the wall as you fell.

Within an instant, Johnny had forced the sliding door open with an almighty crash and rushed to your side. Falling to his knees, he ran his hands along you, eyes frantically scanning you for any sign of injury.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus, are ye hurt bonnie? Ye bleedin’? What’d ye do?”

You hissed in pain as you let Johnny’s hands take over you, for once taking comfort in his concern for you. “Fuck, my ass,” you said, wincing.

“That can be arranged later, but are ye in any pain currently?”

For a brief moment you forgot your pain as you rolled your eyes at the man before you, unsure whether to hit him in the face or the balls first. You were quickly brought back to reality as your head and foot throbbed in pain.

“Fell on my foot weird and bumped my head too, fuck that hurt like a bitch,” you spat, hand going to cup the side of your head, but Johnny's own hand beat you to it. His rough and calloused hand almost petted your hair, and you found yourself leaning into the touch. Your eyes met his, and a look of sheer affection and care passed over his eyes, making your heart momentarily stutter in your chest.

"Ye don't seem concussed to me, bonnie, but lets wrap ye up in a towel and get that foot propped up, an' I'll keep an eye on ye for the time bein'. That sound alright?"

You couldn't help but nod and for once accept the care that Johnny was offering you. For once he wasn't making (as many) lewd jokes, wasn't hovering over you like some sort of housefly, wasn't finding ways to bother you with his mild creepiness. You watched with tentative owl-like eyes as he turned off the shower and wrapped you in a towel, careful not to touch you anywhere he shouldn't, careful not to startle you as he lifted you.

He carried you as though you were precious cargo, cradled you with your head tucked into his chest as if he were rescuing you from a burning building and fuck, didn't that feel nice; to be cared for.

You felt almost empty when he placed you delicately in your bed, whining at the loss of contact and shivering at the lack of warmth.

"Ach, I ken, lass, I ken. I'll be there in a moment, don't ye worry yer bonnie little head," Johnny cooed, and you watched as he walked into the kitchen to grab ice for your foot, wrapping it up in a hand towel before propping it under your foot.

You sighed, for once not in annoyance, as he climbed into bed with you, tucking your body into his side and running his hand through your hair. Despite being naked in bed with a fully clothed man, for once you didn't feel uncomfortable around Johnny. You felt safe.

"Thanks, Johnny," you whispered, your heart stuttering once more as you felt his chest rumble in acknowledgment, his chin resting on your head.

Following this incident, you're less inclined to bat Johnny away as he hovers around you, his hands darting to your sides if you even slightly wobble. Of course, it doesn't make it any less annoying; you're mostly just happy to know it all comes from a place of genuine concern.

Showers are different now. Johnny has taken to getting in with you, with the excuse that your body is "nothin' I haven't seen before, lass, and I cannae have ye fallin' and hittin' yer head again now, can I?"

You supposed he was right to be concerned, but there was no way you were letting him stand in that tiny shower with you. At his towering height, you were sure his body would catch the majority of the water, and you'd leave the shower no cleaner than when you got in. Johnny instead had to settle for standing just outside the shower, blue eyes piercing through the glass screen of the shower and roaming all over your body whenever he felt you weren't paying attention to him. Licking his lips like a starved animal when you ran your hands along your breasts, the curve of your waist, the arch of your back, washing the soap suds from your body.

There were times when you'd felt a little adventurous, putting on a show for the man as you showered, dragging your hands along your body as though you were on stage, but never looking at Johnny. If you looked at him, you feared he'd know your game, know that you were doing this on purpose, doing this to taunt him.

He never reacted the way you expected. The minute you stepped out of the shower, patting yourself dry with your towel agonisingly slowly, he was out of the bathroom, out of your apartment and back in his own apartment, muttering to himself all the way, to go do god knows what. Was he flustered? Or was he that damn horny that he needed to leave the apartment you'd shared for a month now so that he could sort himself out? God only knew.

Roughly three months of this had passed, three months of a back and forth sexual tension that never seemed to amount to anything, and Johnny still hadn't left your apartment. Despite the fact that you were walking completely fine now, your foot confirmed via doctor and x-ray that it was healed, Johnny was still in your apartment.

You tried broaching the topic lightly, spouting nonsense to him about how happy you were that your foot was healed now. He shared in your joy of course, but didn't make any effort to budge from “his spot” on the couch. You continue onward, talking about how excited you were to get back to doing things for yourself, and how exhausted he must be from helping you for so long.

“Ah it’s no trouble, bonnie, no sweat off my back helpin' ye out.” The way he grinned at you suggested either he was completely oblivious to your attempts at getting him to leave, or he was well and truly aware but knew he had somehow already won this battle. You had no idea which it was.

Once you were sure he wouldn't take indirect, passive aggressive comments, you dropped the big guns. "My foot isn't broken anymore," you said, matter-of-factly one day, sitting across from Johnny at the table.

Johnny frowned, ducking under the table for a brief moment, before resurfacing once more. "Well, yer certainly not cut out tae be a detective, pretty sure it's been outta that boot for about a week or two now, lass."

You bit your cheek to keep from grinning, and soldier onwards. "So when are you moving out?"

Johnny's fork clatters to the table, and you fear he may even start to tear up, based on the look on his face. "Move out?" he sputters, getting up to walk around the table to you, placing his hands on the back of your chair and bending down to your eye level. "I cannae move out now, lass, not when yer in the most dangerous stage of healin' a broken bone!"

You raised a brow at the man. "The most dangerous stage?" you deadpanned. There was no way this man was serious. You were completely healed, the doctor had confirmed it to the pair of you—mostly to Johnny—multiple times.

"Of course, it's when the doctor tells ye yer healed that yer most likely tae break it again. Ye put too much trust in the bone and start bein' reckless, and all of a sudden yer on the floor again with a secondary fracture, and ye've kicked me out and ye cannae call for help and ye bleed tae death on the floor."

You blink up at Johnny, trying as hard as you can to find some sort of wriggle room that will create some space between you. "Johnny I promise you, I won't get up to anything reckless. I wasn't even a reckless person before the break, I doubt I’d go and do anything dangerous now.”

He clicked his fingers at you, eyes wide. "And that there's yer issue! Ye don't even need tae do anythin' reckless tae break a bone, lass; it happens in the blink of an eye!" He stood back up to his full height with his arms crossed and stared down at you with a steely gaze. "I'm stayin' right here, keepin' ye safe through this perilous period, whether ye think ye need it or not."

You begrudgingly drop it for a little, keeping a cautious eye on him as he continued to flit about your apartment through the days, cleaning as he went, cooking the two of you meals from the recipe book he'd bought recently, sitting across from you at the table and smiling warmly at you whenever you made eye contact, squeezing your hand as you sat on the couch together. There were times when he'd approach you from behind as you stood washing dishes in the kitchen. He'd wrap his arms around your middle and rest his chin on your shoulder just to watch you as you worked.

"You need anything?" You muttered to him, as he nosed at your neck.

His hands slipped to your waist and gave it a squeeze. "Nah," he murmured, his hot breath tickling your neck and making your own catch in your throat. "Just wanted to hold ye for a bit."

Over time, you begin to become suspicious that Johnny might have convinced himself that the two of you are dating, given the way he looks at you, the way he holds you, the way he cradles you in bed at night. With such constant close contact, even you begin to question whether you would consider this normal for neighbours to do. A voice in the back of your mind tells you it's very much not, and you should probably just bite the bullet and confront the situation head on, like that's ever going to happen. You were quick to silence that voice.

Johnny's obsession with keeping you as close as possible bleeds out into your trips out as well, always in contact with you somehow as you walk together to the park or the library, holding your hand as if you're his lifeline.

On the rare off-chance that he happened to briefly not be by your side one day, another man approached you, and you chatted absentmindedly. He seemed friendly enough, and you found yourself enjoying this casual conversation. You frowned when the colour seemed to suddenly drain from the man's face, his eyes staring up at something behind you.

You were reassured, if not a little dejected, to feel a familiar hand wrap around your own, knowing it was just Johnny behind you, and not some murderer.

"Ye mind steppin' back from my girl?" Johnny seethed, and the man put his hands up in surrender.

"All yours, pal. We were just chatting, honestly."

You felt bad for the guy, offering him an apologetic look as Johnny stared daggers at him.

"Just chattin, aye? Is eyein' her up 'just chattin'? Tryin tae stake yer claim on what’s not yers? I'm not daft, I know what ye were doin'. I best not see ye near my girl again, aye?"

You turned to Johnny, horrified at the prospect of him threatening someone over something as trivial as a conversation, and tried to apologise to the man as best as you could. "Sorry, he's not usually like this, I promise. He's actually a sort of okay guy once you get to know him, I swear."

The man looked incredulously between you and Johnny, before shaking his head. "You oughta put a leash on him," he muttered, giving Johnny a dirty look. "Fuckin guard dog of a man," he spat, before trudging away.

In an instant, you whipped around to look at Johnny, horrified. "What the fuck was that?"

Johnny shrugged, not meeting your gaze. "Didn't like the way he was lookin' at ye."

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, steering the pair of you in the direction of our apartment your apartment. "Didn't like the way he was looking at me, honestly," you muttered under your breath, only feeling partly annoyed at Johnny scaring off some random guy you were happily speaking to. You promptly ignored the part of you that was quite happily turned on by the way Johnny so eagerly protected what he thought was his, and especially ignored the part of you that secretly enjoyed the idea. Being his.

What a strange thought.

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Chapter 9 - A bubbly experience 🫧

Summary: Katsuki acts like a good fucking husband. That’s the summary.

Warnings: swear words, Reader and Katsuki are sharing a bath naked, mentions of being aroused but no smut at all. They only kiss. Pinky promise.

16+ but let’s make it 18+ for safety.

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Ahh. The sun is up already. You really fucking hate existing right now. Being in this condition is already bad enough, but the mornings are the worst of it all; waking up feels like coming back from hell after going through 300 different kinds of torture.

“Just end my suffering.” You mumble to yourself, completely forgetting that you are not alone.

“It’s five fucking AM, shut the fuck up.” Comes the sweet answer from your side; Katsuki’s hair tickles the back of your neck as he snuggles into you as much as he can, probably trying to cancel out the light and the noise at the same time. His arms tighten around your middle possessively, pulling you as close as humanly possible, absolutely ignoring the fact that there are some parts of him that you weren’t completely ready to feel at “five fucking AM” in the morning as Katsuki would say. “You need somethin’? Water? Toilet? Anythin’?” He mumbles after his mind caught up with the situation. People can say whatever they want about Katsuki being a terrible boyfriend material, but those people don’t fucking see him all soft and mushy and caring and affectionate….

“Nah, I have everything I need right here.” You stroke his hands sitting on your belly with a lovesick smile on your face.

“That was so fucking cheesy.” Katsuki GIGGLES and takes a deep breath, his nose deep in your hair. “You smell like shit.” He snorts, but you can feel that he’s still smiling.

“Stop smelling me then, weirdo.”

“Nah, I love it.” Katsuki grins. Your heart skips a beat.

Honestly. This man is something else. You kinda want to go on a gossip site and leave an anonymous message about Dynamight’s soft side. The fan girls would eat that shit up for sure.

“You will be the death of me.” You mumble into your sheets with a red face.

“I’m literally keeping you alive right now.” Katsuki retorts proudly. “Now shut up and sleep, I’m not ready for this shit.”

“What shit?” You ask, confused.

“Living.”

Fair deal.

Early morning conversations with Katsuki are certainly your new favorite things in the whole world.

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“Wake up, you lazy shit.” Katsuki grumbles, clearly annoyed. The lovely scent of freshly brewed coffee hits your nose and that’s enough for you to have the energy to open your eyes and lean towards the lovely scent; you kinda resemble those dogs smelling bacon while they sleep in those funny videos on YouTube but you can’t be bothered to be ashamed of yourself right now; being in this condition is already enough of an embarrassment anyway. “I brought your breakfast in today but I hate when people eat in bed so this is the last time, got it?”

“Yes, boss!” You take the coffee from Katsuki’s hands automatically, but he takes it away with a disappointed look on his face.

“Did you really forget why I’m bringing you breakfast to bed?”

“Because you love me?” You answer self-deprecatingly.

Katsuki only sighs.

“What’s the time?” He mumbles. Well, that’s a really stupid question to ask right now, but okay; you reach towards the nightstand to check your phone. Surprisingly, the device stays in your hand for quite a long time before your arms give in and the phone falls into your lap.

“Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that for a second.”

You are such an idiot sometimes, honestly. Being in love really makes you stupid.

“How are you feelin’?” Katsuki mumbles as he slowly sits down next to you with the tray of food. It looks phenomenal, just like everything Katsuki makes.

“You worry too much, Kats.” You smile at the hero but he only rolls his eyes at that.

“I ain’t worried, you would even survive the fucking plague. I just don’t want a coffee stain on my mattress, that’s all.”

“Sure.” You giggle to yourself while Katsuki slowly feeds you the pancakes even thought you are quite sure your arms work just enough to take the fork and feed yourself, even if it would be a bit slow.

For some weird reason, Katsuki looks content. He cuts the pancake into small pieces, prolonging the whole thing like he wants to enjoy this for longer than it’s needed, he tilts the coffee mug gently and slowly as he lets you drink the super sweet caramel coffee he made just for you and when the food is gone he makes sure there isn’t a single stain on your face by wiping your lips with a napkin but the touch feels so gentle, it feels like a caress; Katsuki acts the opposite of his usual self but somehow, it feels more genuine than his angry grumbles. After breakfast, Katsuki asks you to stay in bed while cleans up the mess; he comes back a few minutes later, his face determined; whatever he’s about to say the only acceptable answer is YES.

To be fair, that’s fine. It’s not like there is anything you wouldn’t do for this man…

“Your smelly ass is gonna have a bath and I’ll help.”

… Nevermind. Scratch that.

“Fuck no.”

Wait, wait, wait. You haven’t even seen each other naked yet. You haven’t even… well… you haven’t done the deed or anything like that, the most intimate thing between you two was when you touched the hem of his boxers at his parent’s house and he absolutely hated it. You are still not completely over the fact that he hated it, by the way. You understand why, but it still hurts like a bitch! There is no way you can get naked in front of him and…

“Fuck yes.” Katsuki retorts. “The bath is ready and it’s super bubbly, so I won’t see shit. Come on.”

The blonde acts like a stubborn dad, his arms already under your armpits to pull you up.

“Katsuki, put me down, I need a moment.” You yelp as he puts you on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, barely listening to your anxious retorts.

“The more you think about it the worst it’s gonna be. Let’s get over with this. You trust me, don’t you?”

That was a fucking low-blow. Emotional manipulation, that is. Fuck’s sake.

You know you are freaking out over nothing; you are both adults and both heroes, full of scars that will never fade. He knows how you look like under all the oversized clothing; fuck, Katsuki have kissed most of your scars in his room right before you two made your way to meet Katsuki’s parents. It’s just…

This is not how you wanted him to see you for the first time. You are not a romantic person and you definitely had a hunch Katsuki isn’t either so you kinda imagined your first time to happen out of the blue, hands wondering a bit too far, unable to stop and then things just happen… you thought the first time he sees you naked will be the time you two decide to take the next step; when you are too busy and too excited to really take in the sight. Somehow, this whole situation makes you feel so fragile and insecure, it actually clouds your mind enough you almost make the blonde stumble as you reach out for the door frame to make him stop.

Coming here was a mistake. A big fucking one at that.

Katsuki sighs but he doesn’t let go yet; he strokes your back soothingly, silent for a moment then slowly takes a step forward until your arms give in and hands falls, your whole body giving in to the fatigue. A sweet scent fills your lungs when you take a deep breath; cinnamon, caramelized sugar with a citrusy undertone; it smells like Katsuki but not really; the scent is more fresh than Katsuki’s usual scent and it’s much stronger.

“If you really don’t want to, I’ll put you back to bed.” Katsuki’s confidence clearly wavers as he puts you down on the toilet seat. He hands you your toothbrush, not even trying to force you to do anything anymore; the guy looks heartbroken to be honest, and you absolutely hate seeing him like this and you hate the fact that YOU made him feel like this even more. You quickly wash your teeth while Katsuki stands by the door, clearly in his own little world, probably deciding between leaving or staying. He takes one step forward and one step back, just how he did yesterday when he wasn’t sure if sleeping together was okay or not.

For you, it was so obvious that it’s okay yet he still managed to waver and overthink the whole situation; Bakugou Katsuki might look like an over-confident asshole but deep inside he’s just as uncertain as you are.

You spit out the toothpaste and Katsuki appears by your side right away; he takes the toothbrush from you, cleans your mess up without a single retort and he’s just about to leave the room when your mind finally clears out enough to see how stupid you are being right now.

“Can you stay? I want you to stay.” You mumble into the awkward silence; your cheeks feel burning hot so you are quite sure your whole face is as red as a tomato, but it doesn’t really matter right now. “I want to try and get in alone. I feel like I’m not as weak as I thought I’ll be, which is a good sign but I want to be sure. Will you catch me if I fall?”

“Of course, you idiot.” Katsuki mumbles but he doesn’t roll his eyes this time. He turns away and closes his eyes, probably listening to his surroundings so he can catch you without even looking; his face is determined like he’s about to fight the final boss blind and seeing him like this makes you feel so many things at once; adoration, gratitude, pure love and trust towards the person who’s willing to do all of this for his girlfriend of a few weeks without a single nasty retort. Bakugou Katsuki is not a person who wills to shape himself to fit anyone’s expectations, not even All Might’s, yet here he is, soft and pliant, only an arms length away, listening, understating and trying his best to do what makes you feel the most comfortable in this fucked up situation. You are sure this is not how he wanted this to go either; he also had to have his own daydreams about the day you two tear down another wall between you, but he doesn’t complain, doesn’t say a word, just goes with the flow and let’s you take over, even if it kills him inside.

If you didn’t know Katsuki’s words were true before, you definitely know the truth now; he wouldn’t do any of this if he wouldn’t love you as much as you love him. The realization hits you like a truck and butterflies erupt in your chest as you slowly take your shirt off, then your pajama pants until you shakily stand, completely naked, right next to the bath tub. You sit down on the rim, take in the sight of the thick layer of bubbles, one of your hands playing around with them while the other hides your breasts. You take another deep breath and move your leg into the tub, followed by the other; the bath is a little too hot but at least it burns away the remaining of your anxiety.

“Fuck, I made it in. Alone. On the first day.” You mumble excitedly while you try to make a little wall in front you with the bubbles in the bath. “This is huge, Katsuki. I might be able to be a hero again.” You don’t even realize you started crying in the middle of your sentence until Katsuki mumbles “fuck” under his nose and makes his way to sit on the side of the bathtub with you. He leans in to put your foreheads together and takes a deep breath; the action makes you blush like a teenage schoolgirl, way too aware of the fact that you are laying in a massive bathtub, naked.

“I told you, you are a fucking tank. You’ll kick your weakness in the ass and come back twice as strong. I fucking knew it. Fuck, I’m so proud of you.”

There are butterflies everywhere now; in your chest, in your tummy, in your heart, right in the middle; Katsuki’s natural scent fits so perfectly with the scent of the bubble bath, sweet but spicy; you are rendered utterly speechless when Katsuki moves away just so he can look into your eyes, his gaze deep and so-so fond it makes your stomach squirm. You swear your heart explodes under the pressure and puts itself back together at the same time when Katsuki leans back in to leave an agonizingly slow and deep kiss on your lips while he pushes his shirt up and pulls it through his head in one swift move, not even giving you enough time to understand the situation before he barges back in for another one. He still fiddles with something but you are too content to let your mind wander about what the heck is happening; in the next few seconds, something heavy plops into the bath tub, right next to you. You open your eyes and your breath hitches; Katsuki is in his underwear, his legs already in the water, slowly moving towards your other side until he sits down right next to you, skin touching skin when he snakes his arms around your middle. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a few chaste kisses there, his body tense and anxious but he doesn’t give in to the tension; he takes a deep breath and tries to relax, but he’s clearly not as chill about this as he tries to make it look like.

“I heard that having a bath together helps people who struggle with the whole intimacy thing. I thought I might try it. Should have asked first though.” He mutters into your neck apologetically.

“You don’t need to ask.” You answer with a heavy blush. “Can I put my arm behind you? Is that okay?”

Katsuki squirms for a second but he takes another deep breath to relax himself.

“Yeah. I think I’m ready.” He says and you can’t help but giggle at that.

“Katsuki, you make it sound like I’m asking you to let me pinch your nipples! You are doing okay. You are okay. You can also say no. It’s fine.”

Katsuki’s face contorts into a frown and you start to get a bit anxious about his behavior; maybe this was a bit too much for him, maybe you should just ask him to leave and have a breather… he’s done so well already there is no reason to push himself.

“Can I.. clean you up instead? I want to wash your back. I think.” He mutters shyly. Bakugou Katsuki is being shy. Oh damn, what did you do to deserve this shit?! You nod silently, not wanting to ruin the intimate mood; Katsuki takes a brand new bottle of shower gel in his hand which has his own logo on the front and pours some into a shower puff. “I made this deal with this cool natural cosmetic shop from England. They wanted to do a collab with the top 10 heroes. This is the first prototype.” He mutters under his nose and slowly leans forward with the puff in his hands. “Deku made a bath bomb and the shower gel, they smell like pine and something sweet. It’s quite weird but whatever. Todoroki couldn’t decide what scent to go for so he has two shower gels, one peppermint and one spicy one. The spicy one is really nice.”

You are not sure if you are supposed to say anything or not; it seems like Katsuki is mostly muttering to himself, probably trying to calm down by filling the silence with random words so the situation doesn’t feel that intimate. Katsuki is struggling but the more he moves the puff around, the more content he gets. He stops abruptly when he gets to your breasts; he stops right where the skin starts to bounce and stays there, frozen. Instead of words, you decide to give him consent with an action; your hand comes up to cover his, slowly moving his hands around your chest while you leave tiny kisses on his shoulders to reassure him.

“I… well… My shower gel…” Katsuki stutters, his eyes big as saucers. If this wouldn’t be so hard for him you would definitely make a virgin joke. “Do you remember when you said you like the smell of my pillow?” Katsuki’s hand moves down to your belly.

“Yeah.” You sigh, trying your best not to get too excited from his touches. It’s not going well.

“I told them I want my shower gel to smell like my sweat. It sounds disgusting now that I said it out loud but I wanted to make it… for you… but whatever. It’s not important. Just… fuck off, don’t look at me like that!” Katsuki moves away with a grumpy pout on his face.

Needless to say, you are five seconds away from crying.

“When… when did you start working on this?” You ask, voice wavering. You won’t cry. You will fucking push through this without a single tear drop. You can do this.

“Six… months ago.” Katsuki’s face is the color of Midoriya’s sneakers and so are his ears. You make a tiny little squeaky noise. “Yes, months before we actually… became a thing, shut the fuck up now and gimme your legs.”

“Fucking marry me, Katsuki. Right now.”

Katsuki can make explosions under water. In case you wondered. They also die right away for obvious reasons and something bubbles up to the surface, so it ends up looking like he just farted underwater. It’s quite hilarious.

“We need to live together for at least a few months before we marry to make sure we can share a space without killing each each other.” Katsuki says like he’s reading it from the news paper. He grabs your leg under the water and yanks it up aggressively; you yelp and laugh at the same time when he rubs your skin with the same aggression; finally, Katsuki feels more like himself.

“Did you Google that before?” You giggle as he swaps your legs over. Katsuki only grunts, his cute little ears on fire.

“Fuck off. You look really nice from this point of view by the way.” Katsuki gives you the biggest shit eating grin when his words finally sink in; he clearly enjoys your misery as his grin grows bigger and bigger as he crawls over you, his hands on the rim of the bath tub.

This might be a really inappropriate thought when you can’t even move your arms properly but Bakugou Katsuki is the definition of sexiness as the water drips down on his abs, the droplets cold on your shoulders when they plop on your skin. Hell, you wouldn’t even think twice about pushing him back into the water and crawl all l over him if you wouldn’t be in this condition.

Hm, maybe this water needs to be cooled down a bit. It’s way too hot in here.

You do your best to move your arm and touch his sides at least; you crave the feeling of him, you crave it so much it actually hurts but maybe that’s just the fatigue; your hand finds the hem of his underwear at his back and you decide to try your luck; you slowly pull down the fabric, making sure you don’t touch anything too inappropriate and keep an eye contact the whole time. Katsuki’s eyes darken for a moment, his chest rigid and unmoving as though he forgot how to breathe; he bites his lips and takes another deep breath, his body slowly moving away from you to sit back to his original place. Okay, that was too much. Roger that. Let’s take a deep breath; you definitely need it.

If you thought Katsuki can’t surprise you any more, well… you were wrong; he removes his underwear under the water in one swift move, and throws it on the floor.

“You happy now?” He moves towards you to give you a chaste kiss on the lips, then another, and another.

“Are you?” You retort, genuinely confused by the sudden change in Katsuki’s behavior. Is he really okay with this? Are you okay with this?! Why does it feel so natural? Alright, it definitely does not feel natural as your heart is about to explode and run away to Narnia through Katsuki’s bathroom cupboard but…

“I think I like sharing a bath with you. I want to do this every fucking day.” Katsuki grins. He looks so happy and content in this position, cuddling into you from the side… you feel the urge to tangle your legs together but you try your best not to act on that urge; there is no way you can avoid touching his private parts in that position.

Not like you would mind…

Oh damn.

You need to take another deep breath then drink a lot of water when you get out. You seem to be a bit thirsty.

“Okay, let me wash myself and let’s get out before I combust.” Katsuki grumbles as he pours a bunch of shower gel on the puff again.

“Can I not help?” You pout at the blonde.

“Maybe tomorrow.” He WINKS and finishes as quick as it’s humanly possible while you gawk at him with mouth half open.

Yes. This man will certainly be the death of you.

… next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Sorry for the long wait, I swear I’m trying 😭 My new work schedule is kicking me in the ass. Hopefully, I’ll get used to it eventually, I’m already making some progress!

- I hope you liked this chapter, I had this idea in my head for ages and I couldn’t wait to finally write it down! I love this version of Katsuki so much.

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[dreaminginpencil]

Found this in my drafts and had forgotten to post it soooo...

This art is based on a twitter thread drabble I wrote about Steve and his soft toy Bunny and growing up in difficult situations and loving people that are sick the best that you can.

It's also posted in full on AO3 if you wanna support me there ❤️

(CW: depression and neglect of a child) Steve’s mom suffered with poor mental health and Steve didn’t understand. Eddie does too, and maybe Steve understands better now.

When Steve was small, his parents’ door was open a crack most of the time, the sweet grown-up scents of perfume and cologne drifting out. Their bedroom was a treasure trove of wonders, their expansive closet full of clothes that swished and slipped over his little fingers, his mom’s dressing table cluttered with ornate glass bottles of perfume, sweet-smelling waxy lipstick, and delicate compacts of powders, her silver-backed beautiful hairbrush. Sometimes his mom even brushed his hair like hers, til it gleamed, shiny and soft.

When the bedroom door was closed, Steve knew to knock first, knew he should probably wait and ask for their time later.

Sometimes though, sometimes his mother would shut the bedroom door and she would not leave the room for days. His father would sleep on the couch, or make excuses and go away on “business”.

There would be no sweet smells of perfume, only dark and silence. His father told him that his mom was sick, to let her rest. Steve didn’t understand why she didn’t want to see him. When he was sick, he wanted cuddles and toast and hot drinks with honey and his Bunny with one ear loved almost all the way off.

Steve would sit outside her door with his Bunny and wait. He would wait and wait and eventually when he was lonely and tired he would knock quietly and creep into her room.

With the heavy damask curtains drawn, it drowned the room in blue shadows, the looming frame of the four poster and it’s mounds of blankets piled up. Steve felt like he was climbing a mountain to find his mom amongst them all.

“Are you sick? Do you want toast?”

He would offer her his Bunny, cuddle close. She did not smell like perfume, just something stale and forgotten.

“Mommy’s tired Stevie.”

Sometimes she wouldn’t speak at all, just touch his hair. Sometimes she would tell him to leave her.

“Go and play Stevie.”

Steve didn’t know how to explain with her there was nobody to play with and that his father had gone away somewhere and he was hoping she would make him macaroni.

Steve learnt to get to the high up pantry shelves for snacks until his father got home, or til his mom stopped feeling tired.

She seemed more than tired, but what did he know?

The older Steve got, the more often his mom was tired. He learnt not to ask anymore, just to lie down with her, to be patient, to be sweet.

He learnt to bring her food, even if she would not eat it, to make her tea and open the curtains up. He learnt to coax her from bed and to her vanity, so he could brush the dark tangle of her hair until it gleamed and fell like silk down her back. He ran her hot baths and always gave her his Bunny.

When his parents started to go away and not come home, Steve wondered who took care of her. If his father still left her alone.

She would sound far far away when he called her. “I’m tired Stevie, we’ll speak soon.” The dial tone felt heavy.

Steve gets tired too, but there is nobody who will come to check on him, so he cannot sleep through it.

Eddie is like his mother was, sometimes.

After the Upside Down, after Vecna, Eddie is dogged by the shadow of consequence. They won, yes, they won, but Eddie is scarred and scared and sometimes he is very tired.

Steve knows how to take care of Eddie when he’s tired.

He can come to Eddie in his quietness, in his tangled unwashed sheets and his dark bedroom and he can offer, piece by piece, the things he knows.

He can kiss Eddie’s clammy forehead, his tangled hair, curl up with him and pay no heed to the mortification of dirty sheets for a while. He can crack the blinds and bring him his painkillers and water and coffee. He can coax Eddie to a shower, washing the sleep and the sadness from his skin. He can change his sheets, trade them for clean soft cotton and comfort.

When Eddie is clean and so tired again, Steve can brush his long hair until it’s free from tangles and falls long and dark down his back.

Sometimes Eddie needs time to be tired, but Steve can care for him still, with quiet affection and patience.

Eddie may need time, sometimes, but he never entirely closes the door to shut Steve out.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Perhaps the first knock on the door had woken him already, he couldn’t be sure. But the second round had him bolt upright in bed in an instant. It was the middle of the night. Who in the— Again a frantic rap at the door, not even stopping this time, but keeping on in a fast, incessant rhythm. It was only just not loud enough to be frightening.

He stumbled into the hallway, still blinking the sleep from his eyes. “Who’s there?”

The knocking stopped abruptly.

“I’m sorry to wake you.” A woman’s voice, low and tense. “I’m here for my brother. You have his key.”

He halted with his hand on the door. “I what?”

“Please open the door!”

“Who are you?”

He could feel as well as hear a thump against the door. “My brother is your neighbour, he gave you his key. I need to get in there. He’s- I just need the key.”

He wasn’t awake enough for his full range of judgment, but the worry in this person’s voice was real.

“Okay, hold on.” He fumbled for his own keys as well as the single apartment key with a leather tag on it that he’d been given after a couple awkward greetings and a chat about being new to the city.

When he opened the door, the young woman on his doorstep saw it immediately. “Oh thank god.”

He snatched his hand back from her grasping fingers.

“No offence, but how would I know if—”

“We’re related,” she snapped, furiously grabbing something from her coat pocket and shoving a driver’s license in his face. “Just let me have it!”

Liza May Merrin. That name meant nothing to him. But she probably meant— “Maxwell never told me his last name.”

She stared at him in utter disbelief. “You unlock the door then!” She grabbed his arm and pulled him outside and he followed for lack of a better idea what to do.

She did look a bit like Maxwell. They had the same unruly, sandy coloured hair. Only Maxwell was broader, with lighter eyes, and…

“Door. Please.” Liza pointed.

He unlocked the door. “What’s the—” he began, but she pushed past him as soon as she could.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Well, that rather defeated the purpose of coming with her. Besides, even if she was Maxwell’s sister that didn’t mean she was welcome here. He snatched the key from the lock and hurried after her, letting the door fall shut.

He froze two steps into the apartment, his heart jumping in his throat. The living room had been torn apart. There were shards on the floor and upended furniture and…

His heart flopped back into place. Liza was kneeling on the floor, unwinding something that looked like a leather leash from around the paws of the largest dog he had ever seen.

“Stupid, pigheaded, grade A moron,” she muttered under her breath, but he could hear the relief in her voice.

“Bloody hell.”

Both Liza and the dog snapped to attention, staring at him where he stood. Liza’s hands closed tightly around the leash.

“I’m sorry for being suspicious, but you could have just said he left his dog here alone,” he said. “You didn’t even tell me what the panic was for.”

The dog still stared at him with round, amber eyes, but Liza cleared her throat. “Right, yes, of course,” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight anymore. Max knows he’s not supposed to leave him alone.” She looked down pointedly at the animal. “He acts a damn fool when he’s left alone.”

The dog let out a loud, disgruntled snort. Even lying down it looked intimidatingly large.

“I didn’t even know he had a dog.”

“Imagine that,” Maxwell's sister said airily. “All the things my brother forgets to mention. Me, his dog, his absolute lack of common sense.”

He let out half a laugh and took a careful step around the debris towards where she was sitting. “I’m Ren.”

“Oh I know who you are,” she said wryly. “My brother did tell me all about you.”

The dog growled, but she ignored him, and suddenly held out her hand.

He crouched down by her and shook it.

“I’m Liza.”

“I gathered.” He hesitated, glancing involuntarily at the dog again, who was now much closer. It was still looking at him and he was pretty sure, that if it stood up, it’d be higher than the couch it was half hidden behind. “What- what exactly did Maxwell say about me?”

She stood up without looking at him. “That he thought you’d be scared of dogs.”

The dog made another, sudden sound that went very quickly from a growl to a whine.

“I’m not!” Ren protested hastily, standing up again. “He’s gorgeous, actually.”

The dog sprang to its paws and knocked over a chair.

“Oh you think so?” Liza said and her smile suddenly had a sharp sort of satisfaction to it. “Then maybe you’d like to take him for a walk? While I clean up here?”

Ren looked at her in surprise. “I suppose… if that would help. I mean, I’m awake now anyway.”

“Thank you!” she she said and it did really sound like she meant it.

“Sure, no worries. Let me get some proper shoes on. Be right back.”

“Of course, I’ll get you a leash,” she said, and he heard her still talking as he walked out the door, in a very deliberate, sing-songy voice: “What a lucky boy you are, going for walkies, with your nice, helpful neighbour Ren.”

He walked back into his own apartment with raised eyebrows. You never could tell, could you, which people were the types to baby talk to pets.

[nayeonie99]

MinaYeon and SaMo / When World's collide

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"Alright everyone, you can take a short break". Mina heard her ballet teacher say, and everyone collapsed to the hard ground.

"My thighs are burning". Her best friend, Hirai Momo said and sat down next to her.

"Mrs.Park is so cruel to us". Momo groaned and started rubbing her thighs up and down, to warm up her sore muscles.

"That's why she's the best". Mina said and Momo looked at her with a brow lifted.

"I mean, she's only cruel to us because she wants the best for us. She wants us to be successful". Mina said and started stretching her legs.

"Or she's just a sadist". Momo said and smirked at Mina, who just rolled her eyes with a playful smile on her lips.

"Okay everyone, the break is over". Mrs.Park said while clapping her hands together.

"Let's try this again". She said and they all gathered next to the ballet bars with one hand on the wood pole.

This was basically what everyday looked like for Myoui Mina.

Wake up, eat breakfast, go to ballet school and train, go home, take a shower, eat dinner and then go to sleep.

Pretty boring, right?

Well, not for Mina.

She was a person who always wanted to have a structured and perfect life style. Mina was someone who always had to plan everything ahead, she always had a plan B.

But what Mina couldn't include into her perfect life plan was Im Nayeon.

-

"Sana look, I know I promised you to go to this party, but I'm really exhausted". Nayeon said and plopped down on her bed in the apartment she was sharing with her best friend Minatozaki Sana.

"But going alone is so boring". Sana whined, while she was standing in front of a spread out Nayeon with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Please, it's not like you don't know anyone there. Maybe there's a cute girl you can hook up with". Nayeon said and leaned up to wiggle her eyebrows at Sana, who couldn't fight the grin forming on her lips.

"Who cares about girls. I care about you". Sana said and pouted at the Korean girl.

"You can be such a sweetheart if you want something from me, Minatozaki Sana". Nayeon said and when her famous gummy smile started forming on her face, Sana knew she wouldn't go alone to this party.

Im Nayeon was probably the whole opposite of Myoui Mina.

She was messy, spontaneous, unstructured, rebellious and she never had a clue about anything in her life.

But what Nayeon didn't know yet, is that when her unstructured and chaotic world will collide with Mina's structured and perfect world, it will switch her life completely upside down.

-

"Are you going to this party I told you about ?". Momo asked Mina, while they were packing their things together after the training ended.

"No, why? Are you going?". Mina asked curiously.

"Yes, I think I will. I'm sick of always doing the same. I want to have fun for once, don't you agree?". Momo said and closed the zipper of her duffel bag.

"Do you even know anyone there?". Mina asked and Momo couldn't help but smile.

"Mina, it's not always about knowing people. It’s about letting loose for once. Who cares if I don't know anyone there? I'm not going there to meet new people, I'm going there to have fun, to loose control".

"To loose control?". Mina mumbled more to herself than saying it directly to Momo.

"Yeah, look. How about you come with me? Then we know at least each other and if you feel uncomfortable or if you don't like it we leave".

"I don't know Momo…". Mina said and clenched her hand around the strap of her duffel bag hanging over her shoulder.

"Come on Mitang. You can't tell me you're not getting bored with always doing the same thing every single day". Momo said and put her own bag over her shoulder.

Mina was really thinking about it.

Either she'll go home, have dinner, cuddle with her dog Ray and go to bed.

Or she'll go to the party with Momo, full of gross, sweaty and drunk people, who don't know how to keep their hands to themselves.

"Yeah, no. I'll pass. Have fun though". Mina said and Momo let out a sigh, not surprised at all that Mina declined her offer.

"Alright Miss goody two shoes. Have fun alone in your cold, lonely apartment". Momo said with a teasing smirk and all Mina could do was scoff in annoyance.

Momo blew her one last kiss when they exited the ballet school and then they parted ways.

"I'm home". Mina called into her apartment. When she heard little step sounds she had to smile.

"Hey buddy". She said and knelt down to pat her dog Ray.

"Did you miss me?". She asked and he let out a loud bark, which made Mina giggle.

"I missed you too". She said and patted him one last time before standing back up to take off her shoes.

She took a quick shower and got dressed into her sleeping clothes. While Mina was eating her Ramen on her couch, a random Drama was playing on TV.

"Ray, you know what Momo called me today?". She asked her dog, as if he would respond to her.

"Miss goody two shoes. Can you believe that? How dare she? I know how to have fun". She scoffed once again and slurped the rest of the broth in her bowl.

"I'm not boring. I can let loose as well". She mumbled to herself and set her bowl aside.

"God, I can't believe I'm doing this". She said and grabbed her phone to call Momo.

"Hey Mi-".

"Hey, send me the address of the party. I'm coming with you, bye". She rambled and quickly hang up. She probably stared at her phone screen for at least 2 minutes without blinking.

When her screen lit up with a text message from Momo, she quickly clicked on it and saw the address attached to it.

"Pray for me Ray". She said and stood up to get dressed into different clothes because, well, she couldn't appear there with her penguin onesie.

She put on some light make up and some perfume as well. She grabbed her purse, where she put her phone and keys in and then made her way to the address Momo had sent her earlier.

-

"Hey guy's, I'm glad you made it". Son Chaeyoung said when Nayeon and Sana walked into the house.

"It took me a bit of convincing to get her ass out of bed, but I was successful as you can see". Sana said and hooked her arm around Nayeon's.

Nayeon just playfully rolled with her eyes and they got inside to greet everyone else they knew.

The party got heated pretty quick and it didn't took long for Mina and Momo to arrive as well.

To say that everyone was shocked to see these two was an understatement. They instantly stood out of the crowd.

The eyes on them made Mina more than uncomfortable. Even Momo felt a bit uncomfortable even though she usually likes the attention.

Everyone could tell they usually don't go to parties like these.

"Chae, who are they?". Sana asked and eyed Mina and Momo curiously.

"I have no idea". Chaeyoung breathed out, struck in awe because of these two beautiful girls.

"I call dips on the one with bangs and big titts". Sana said and Nayeon slapped her arm.

"What? You can have her little girlfriend over there". She said and smirked at Nayeon.

Nayeon would be lying that she wouldn't be interested in talking to this beautiful woman.

"Well, how about we give them a sweet welcome". Sana said and wiggled her eyebrows at Nayeon and Chaeyoung.

"She's unbelievable". Chaeyoung scoffed and watched, together with Nayeon, how confident the Japanese girl approached the two anonymous women.

"Hey, my name is Sana". Sana said and smiled at Momo and Mina.

"Hi, I'm Momo. And that's my best friend Mina". Momo said and pointed at each of them, while she introduced them.

"Nice to meet you both". Sana said and eyed Momo with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"The pleasure is all mine". Momo said and this made Sana smirk.

"Is it?". Sana asked and this made Momo smirk as well.

Mina wasn't dumb. They were clearly flirting with each other. She felt like a third wheel already.

"Would you like to drink something?". Sana asked and pointed to her own cup full with some alcoholic beverage.

"We would love to, right Mina?". Momo asked Mina and she just nodded her head.

"That's what I like to hear". Sana said and excused herself to get them their drinks. Sana quickly grabbed Nayeon's wrist, to drag her into the kitchen of the house.

"Ouch Sana that hu-".

"Stop crying around and listen to me. You have to come with me and talk to the other girl".

"And why should I do that ? I didn't even wanted to come here in the first place. What happened to "I care about you" huh?". Nayeon asked and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Nayeon, please. I mean look at them. They're beautiful and the girl I'm talking to is definitely interested, so can you please talk to her friend, so I can have her all to myself?".

"Ugh, I swear you are the worst best friend on the world". Nayeon scoffed and helped filling the cups with Sana.

"Don't pretend that you aren't interested in the other girl. I saw you looking at her with this specific look in your eyes". Sana said and smirked at Nayeon, while they were making their way back to Mina and Momo.

"Alright guys, here are your drinks and this is my best friend Nayeon. Nayeon these are Mina and Momo". Sana said and introduced them to each other.

"Nice to meet you both". Nayeon said and smiled at them with her bunny smile, because she knows that this makes girls weak in their knees.

"N-Nice to meet you too". Mina stuttered out and quickly took a sip of her drink, to hide the blush forming on her cheeks.

"Are you from around? I've never seen you here". Sana asked and looked at Momo with lustful eyes already.

"Oh yeah, we live here in Seoul actually. We just don't have a lot of time to come to parties like this". Momo said and took a sip of her drink.

"What a shame". Sana said and licked her lips, before taking a sip herself.

"What about you both?". Momo asked and Mina kept staring at Nayeon from the corner of her eyes.

"We both live here in Seoul as well. This is actually a party from a close friend of ours". Nayeon said and looked at Mina a little bit longer than actually intended.

It's not her fault that Mina is so breathtaking up close.

"Would you like to dance?". Sana asked Momo and her eyes lit up with mischief.

"I'd love to". Momo said and grabbed Sana's hand to drag her to the dance floor.

"Not shy at all huh?". Nayeon asked Mina and leaned against the wall, while she was standing next to her, watching Sana and Momo grinding against each other on the dance floor.

"Huh? Oh, Momo? Yeah, no, definitely not". Mina said and Nayeon could tell she was uncomfortable.

"You don't really like partying, right?". Nayeon asked and Mina eyed her with amusement.

"Is it that obvious?". She asked and Nayeon just smiled at her.

"I actually wanted to stay home tonight as well, but Sana was basically begging me to come here, so here I am". Nayeon said and giggled before taking a sip of her drink.

"Yeah, partying isn't really my thing". Mina said and Nayeon eyed her curiously.

"Then what’s your thing ?". She asked and all she could see right now was Mina.

"Oh, dancing, ballet actually". Mina said and Nayeon's brows lifted in surprise.

"Well, if you're as good as your friend over there, then I'm sure you look magnificent while you're dancing". Nayeon said and leaned her head to the side against the wall, to stare at Mina.

"I always envied Momo for her confidence. I'm only confident when I dance". Mina said, the alcohol getting to her already.

"Why did you come here if you don't like partying?". Nayeon asked and took another sip of her drink.

"I wanted to let loose for once, let go of control". Mina said and turned her head to look at Nayeon as well, “That's stupid though, right?". She breathed out and Nayeon felt captivated by Mina's chocolate eyes.

"No, not at all". Nayeon rasped out and her eyes darted down to Mina's lips. She saw Mina gulp and felt her heart beating faster than before.

"Mina". Momo screamed and Nayeon and Mina snapped out of their trance.

"Come dance with me". Momo said and grabbed Mina's hand. Sana stood next to Nayeon and watched Momo dragging Mina onto the dance floor.

"I think I'm in love". Sana dramatically clenched her hand over her heart.

"Shut up you idiot, don't be stupid". Nayeon said and laughed, while her eyes never left Mina's figure.

Now Nayeon knew what Mina meant, when she said she can only loose control and be confident when she's dancing.

Mina looked like an angel. Captivating everyone with her elegant and gracious movements.

"Wow". Sana breathed out, watching Momo and Mina with opened mouth.

"Wow indeed". Nayeon breathed out and stared at them with adoration.

When the song switched to a slow one, Nayeon and Sana both rushed to the dance floor to grab both of Momo's and Mina's waist.

"May I have this dance?". Nayeon asked and grabbed Mina's hand to press a chaste kiss on top of it.

Usually Mina would hate it if a stranger touches her like this, but with Nayeon it was different, it felt... right.

"Yes, you may". Mina played along and smiled at Nayeon.

"Unfortunately I'm not that good of a dancer". Nayeon said and wrapped her arms around Mina's waist. Mina wrapped her arms around the back of Nayeon's neck.

"That's fine". She breathed out and leaned the side of her temple on Nayeon's shoulder.

While they were dancing, Mina met Momo's gaze and they smiled at each other, exchanging words without needing to talk to each other.

"I can feel your heart beat". Mina rasped out and leaned her head up to place her hand over Nayeon's heart.

Nayeon looked into Mina's eyes and in this second Mina's heart beat synchronised with Nayeon's.

"You said you came here to loose control, right?". Nayeon asked and all Mina could do was nod her head.

"Then loose control with me". Nayeon whispered and connected her lips with Mina's. Mina was taken aback at first, but soon relaxed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around the back of Nayeon's neck again.

The kiss was passionate, they could both taste the alcoholic beverage's they were drinking earlier. When Nayeon bit Mina's bottom lip, Mina couldn't help the quiet moan leaving her mouth.

"Fuck". Nayeon huffed out when they pulled away.

"Yeah". Mina shakily breathed out and slowly let go of Nayeon's hair she was clenching her fingers into a few seconds ago.

"What the fuck are you doing?". A sharp voice hissed at Nayeon, and Mina felt a rough hand pulling her away from Nayeon.

"Jihyo, please don't make a scene right now". Nayeon said to the girl apparently called Jihyo.

"Oh and how I will make a scene. Who the fuck is this bitch, huh? Are you gonna take her home, fuck her and then leave her the next morning like you did with me, huh?". Jihyo hissed at Nayeon and punched her finger in her chest with each word she said.

Mina felt a pang of hurt setting off in her chest. The whole room was completely silent now, everyone was watching the encounter between Nayeon and Jihyo.

"Jihyo I-".

"No, you know what? You can go fuck yourself, Nayeon. How could I be so stupid". Jihyo said and slammed the door of the house on her way out.

"Momo, can we go now please?". Mina asked with shaky voice, and Momo instantly nodded her head, “Yes, of course". She said and grabbed their purses.

"Mina I-".

"No". Mina cut Nayeon off, her tone ice cold, making Nayeon shiver.

"I can't believe I really thought that this was something special". Mina scoffed, her voice showing not a single emotion.

"It is something spec-".

"No, it's not. Do you really think I'm believing you after the show one of your girlies just did?". Mina said and felt Momo tugging on her wrist.

"Don't even think about following us". Mina said and glared at her.

"Sana, please tell them". Nayeon begged her best friend.

"Mina, Momo, it's really not what it looks like. It’s all a big misunderstanding". Sana said and wanted to grab Momo's hand, but Momo pulled away. Sana's face clearly showed that this action hurt her.

"I think it's the best if we leave now". Momo said and smiled slightly at Sana.

"No, please". Sana breathed out. This time Momo let Sana grab her wrist. Sana’s grip tightened around it.

"Goodbye". Momo said with shaky voice, her thumb running over Sana's hand one last time, before Mina dragged her out of the house.

"Fuck". Nayeon breathed out, her fingers running through her hair, “What?". She hissed at the crowd that started to form, “The show is over". She said and pushed her body through the crowd of drunk people.

-

When Mina woke up the next day, she really tried to do everything as usual, her routine, her structured life. But it wasn't working. Something felt different, her body felt different. But not a good kind of different. She instantly thought about Nayeon when she woke up.

The way she looked at her, smiled at her, talked to her. Her smell, her voice, her lips...

But it probably was the way she talked to all of the girls she wants to fuck. At least that's what Mina told herself like a mantra. When she went to ballet training, she couldn't concentrate at all. Momo felt the same way. Sana and Nayeon left a hole in their hearts no one else could fill. No one, except Sana and Nayeon themselves.

"Sana texted me". Momo said, while Mina and her were showering after training was over.

"You gave her your number?". Mina gasped and Momo nodded her head.

"I mean… we both know what would've happened if this Jihyo girl didn't show up while we were dancing". Momo said and started scrubbing her body with her body wash.

Mina blushed at the imagination of Nayeon hovering over her, kissing her, tasting her...

"It's better this way". Mina said and then felt a pair of eyes on her.

"You know, what if Sana was right? And all of this is really just a big misunderstanding?".

"Please, that’s ridiculous". Mina scoffed and washed the shampoo out of her hair.

"I'm being serious, Mina. I never felt something like this towards someone like I did with Sana. I really want to see her again. I can't think about anything else and I'm sure you feel the same way about Nayeon".

"No". Mina said a little bit too quickly for Momo's taste.

"Please, Mina. You never were a good liar". Momo said, while she washed the soap off her body.

"Ugh fine, what if I miss her? She's a player and Sana is probably as well".

"You don't even know her". Momo said, her eyes staring at Mina's.

"Do you?". Mina shot back and Momo's eyes slightly widened, “That's what I thought". Mina said and shut off her water.

"I don't know what you will do, but I'll concentrate on ballet and my studies". Mina said and wrapped her towel around her body.

"You can do whatever you want, Momo. You’re a grown woman, you don't need my permission to see her. You can meet whoever you want". Mina said and walked closer to Momo.

"The only thing I don't want, is for you to get hurt. That's all I care about. You're my best friend and I love you". Mina breathed out, her thumb slowly caressing Momo's wet cheek.

"I just never saw you this happy for a while, like I did last night". Momo said and it caught Mina off guard.

"What do you mean?". Mina asked and Momo shut off her water as well, wrapping her towel around her body.

"I never saw you smile like you did last night. Even if Nayeon is a player, maybe she would change for you, because in my opinion a player wouldn't look at you like that". Momo said and walked passed Mina.

"Like what?". Mina called after her.

"Like you're the most beautiful and precious thing she ever laid her eyes on". Momo said and turned around to smile at Mina, before leaving the shower stalls.

-

"Are you sure this is the right place, Sana?". Nayeon asked her nervously, while they were waiting for the two Japanese girls to leave the ballet school.

"Yes, this is definitely the right place. Momo talked about it to me last night". Sana said and leaned against Nayeon's car.

"I'm pissing my pants dude". Nayeon said and couldn't stop walking up and down.

"Yeonie, calm down, okay?". Sana said, after she grabbed Nayeon's shoulders to pull her next to her.

"I don't know about you, but I can't stop thinking about Momo. It’s like she put a spell on me with her damn, dark sexy eyes and I bet it's the same for you with Mina". Sana said and Nayeon just nodded along.

"Okay, so, can you please shut up? And let me talk alright?". Sana said and Nayeon kept nodding along.

-

When Mina and Momo packed up their things and got dressed, they made their way out of the ballet school. The warm heat of the sun hitting their bodies when they left through the glass doors of the school.

"Mina, don't freak out, okay?". Momo said after she saw Sana and Nayeon leaning against a car, watching the exit with puppy eyes.

"Eh? Why should I freak out?". Mina asked and looked confused at Momo.

"Nayeon and Sana are here". Momo said and Mina's eyes instantly widened.

"Momo no, I'm not-".

"Come on, Mina. Let's at least hear what they have to say".

"They probably want to swoon us with their sugarcoated words". Mina scoffed and felt Momo's arm linking with her own, “Let's go". Momo said and couldn't help the grin forming on her lips.

When Sana and Nayeon saw them walking towards their direction, they instantly felt their own hearts skyrocketing to the sky.

"Momo". Sana said and grabbed Momo’s hand, to stop her from walking past them.

"What do you want?". Momo asked and snapped her hand away from Sana’s grip.

"Would you both please give us a chance to explain the whole situation that happened last night? Let's go out together for Dinner this evening. You're both probably tired now and need to rest. We would pick you up around 8pm, if that's fine with you?". Sana asked and placed her hand on Nayeon's shoulder.

Nayeon was staring at Mina the whole time while Sana was talking, and Mina was trying her best to ignore those sweet brown eyes of Nayeon's

"Okay". Momo agreed and Nayeon's eyes instantly snapped towards her.

"Really?". Sana gawked.

"Yes, did I stutter ?" Momo asked and lifted her brows at her.

"O-Okay, sweet, umm, see you at 8?".

"Yeah". Momo hummed, dragging Mina along with her, walking away from Nayeon and Sana. When Momo and Mina were out of sight, Sana smirked at Nayeon with mischief glistening in her eyes.

"Who's the bestes best friend on this whole entire world?". Sana asked and did a happy dance in front of Nayeon.

"Please, bestes isn't even a word". Nayeon scoffed and walked around her car to sit down in the drivers seat.

"Oh, so you would've done it better? If you would've done it, we would be probably still standing here, because you would stutter yourself to death". Sana smirked and Nayeon glared at her, after Sana sat down in the passenger seat.

"Whatever". Nayeon mumbled and started the engine to drive them to their apartment.

-

When the clock stroked 8 o'clock, Nayeon and Sana were impatiently waiting for Mina and Momo in front of Mina’s apartment.

"Mina, will you stop? You look perfect, okay?". Momo rolled her eyes, after Mina asked her for like the 100th time how she looks.

"Okay, fine". Mina huffed and looked at her reflection one last time, before she grabbed her purse.

"Nayeon will drool over you, so don't worry about it". Momo smirked at Mina, when she grabbed her own purse and fixed her hair one last time in the mirror.

"We are just meeting them to listen to what they have to say, nothing else". Mina pointed a finger at Momo.

"Well, I don't know about you, Minari. But if this goes well, I'll definitely let Sana hit". Momo said and wrapped her fist around Mina's finger, making a jerking-off motion.

"You're such a perv, stop". Mina whined, but couldn't help but laugh at her best friend’s goofiness.

"Let's go". Momo smirked and hooked her arm around Mina's, to walk outside of Mina's apartment. When they left the entrance of the building, Nayeon and Sana were already waiting in front of Nayeon's car for them.

"You look beautiful". Both, Sana and Nayeon said at the same time to each, Momo and Mina, when the two Japanese women stood in front of them.

Mina and Momo thanked them with a shy smile and rosy cheeks, before they all got into Nayeon's car, to drive to the restaurant where Nayeon made a reservation for tonight. Sana and Momo sat down in the backseat, while Mina and Nayeon sat down at the front. Nayeon put some music on, so it's not so quiet in the car since neither of the four knew what to say. There was a built up tension in the car all four of them could feel.

After Nayeon parked her car into one of the parking spots in front of the restaurant, Nayeon and Sana both opened the door for each, Mina and Momo and walked into the warm, cozy restaurant.

"Hello, I made a reservation for four people on the name Im Nayeon". Nayeon said and the waitress looked at her with heart eyes. Mina couldn't help giving her a death glare, while the waitress was walking them to their table.

"Enjoy the evening". The waitress said and smiled at them. Mina just rolled her eyes and watched her walk away, back to the reception.

"Alright. You both wanted to talk to us, so talk". Momo said after they ordered their drinks and food. Sana couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips. She was always a sucker for straight forward girls.

"Right. Well, like Sana said earlier, the whole thing that happened yesterday with Jihyo was a big misunderstanding". Nayeon tried to clarify, but was instantly cut off by Mina.

"So you didn't fuck her?".

"I did". Nayeon said and Mina felt jealousy bubbling up inside of her.

"Oh? Was it good?". Mina scoffed and Sana nearly choked on her wine because she had to chuckle at Mina's boldness.

"My apologies". Sana tried to say with a straight face, which made Momo press her lips together to not let out a chuckle as well.

"That's not the point. The point is, that I was talking to Jihyo for a while, before I slept with her. I did leave in the morning because I got a phone call from Sana because she needed help with her motorcycle". Nayeon said and Mina's eyes instantly softened.

"You have a motorcycle?". Momo asked excitedly.

"Mhm. Want me to take you for a ride some time?". Sana asked and placed her chin on her palm, to look at Momo with adoring eyes.

"Yes, I'd love that". Momo warmly smiled at Sana, which Sana instantly returned.

When their food arrived at their table they stopped talking, while the waiter was placing everything down.

"Anyway, I forgot to inform Jihyo and she thought I used her for sex, which I didn't. I'd never do something like that". Nayeon said after the waiter left their table.

"Yes, I can confirm. It was really just a big misunderstanding". Sana said and Nayeon quickly nodded her head.

"Okay". Mina said and started eating her food.

"Okay? So... does that mean you'll give me a chance?". Nayeon asked carefully and Mina couldn't help the smile forming on her lips.

"Yes, you dumbass. I'll give you a chance". Mina grinned and the biggest smile started forming on Nayeon's face.

"Thank you". Nayeon said and they all started to eat in comfortable silence. They all shared funny stories from each of them here and then, which made them all laugh. All in all was it a successful evening for all of them. Nayeon and Sana paid for each of them. Nayeon for Mina and herself and Sana for Momo and herself. At first Nayeon wanted to pay for all of them, but Sana quickly declined her offer.

-

"Would you like to have the ride tonight?". Sana asked Momo after they all sat back down in Nayeon's car.

"Sure, if that's fine with you". Momo said and Sana smiled at her. They were sitting much closer, compared to their way to the restaurant. Sana's hand was intertwined with Momo's, while Momo's head was rested on Sana’s shoulder.

Nayeon had her right hand on Mina's left thigh, rubbing her thumb up and down gently, which drove Mina absolutely insane. When Nayeon dropped Sana and Momo off in front of their apartment, Momo and Sana said goodbye to Nayeon and Mina and Momo blew Mina a quick kiss with her hand.

"I wouldn't have taken you for a girl who's into motorcycle's". Sana grinned and grabbed Momo's hand to walk with her to the garage.

"Well, I'm full of surprises, Sana-ssi". Momo said with a smirk playing on her lips.

"Oh? Is that so?". Sana asked and pulled Momo closer by her waist. Momo instantly placed her hands on Sana's shoulder, humming softly.

"You're the most loveable and beautiful person I've ever met". Sana softly said, while she stroked Momo's cheek gently with her thumb. To say that Momo's heart nearly jumped out of her chest was an understatement.

"Aren't you a sweet talker, Minatozaki Sana?". Momo breathed out with a pink blush painting her cheeks. Sana just smiled at her and placed a gentle kiss on Momo's forehead.

"Come on". Sana said and pulled Momo into her garage, where her motorcycle was standing.

"That's my baby". Sana proudly said when she switched on the light of the garage. Her hand swiftly stroked over the leather seat of the black Kawasaki motorcycle. Momo walked closer to the motorcycle and gawked at it with shiny eyes. When Momo finally looked at Sana, she already had a helmet over her head, in her hand another one for Momo and Momo's brain nearly went into a meltdown, because how hot can a person be?

"Come here". Sana husked out after she sat down on the seat of the motorcycle. Momo stepped closer to her and Sana gently put the helmet on her head. When everything was secured, Sana patted the space behind her, to signal Momo to sit down behind of her.

"Hold on tight, love". Sana said after she started the engine. Momo nearly melted into a mushy puddle. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Sana's waist. Sana's foot kicked away the stand of the motorcycle and then she took off into the warm summer evening.

-

"10 bucks that Momo and Sana are going to fuck". Nayeon smirked and Mina let out a laugh.

"50 bucks". Mina countered and now Nayeon was the one laughing.

"Did you enjoy tonight?". Nayeon asked and started rubbing her thumb up and down Mina's thigh again, while they were standing at a red light.

"Yes, actually. I really enjoyed this evening, the food was also really good". Mina said and Nayeon nodded her head.

"Even though the waitress flirted with me?". Nayeon smirked at Mina when Mina looked at her with wide eyes and a pink blush on her cheeks.

"You saw that?". Mina whined and covered her face with her hands.

"You aren't really subtle when it comes to this". Nayeon smirked and giggled afterwards.

"Whatever". Mina mumbled, a pout forming on her lips.

"Don't worry. I have a thing for jealous girls". Nayeon smirked and this made Mina blush even more. When Nayeon parked in front of Mina's apartment, she shut the engine off.

"We successfully arrived at your destination, your majesty". Nayeon playfully said, which made Mina giggle.

"I'm glad you had fun". Nayeon sweetly smiled and slid her thumb over Mina's hand, before pressing a chaste kiss on top of it.

"You aren't scared of dogs right ?". Mina asked and Nayeon confusedly knit her brows together, “No, I have a dog myself, why?".

"Would you like to come inside? Only if you want to. I mean you don't have to, if you don't want to. I'm just suggesting that if you're inte-". Mina was quickly shut up by a pair of lips against her own. Mina let out a sigh when their lips started moving in perfect sync. Her hands clenched into Nayeon's jacket.

"You're rambling". Nayeon rasped out when she pulled away, their noses still brushing each other, both slightly out of breath.

"I'd love to come inside". Nayeon said and Mina shyly smiled at her, before she unbuckled her seatbelt to get out of Nayeon's car.

-

When Sana parked her motorcycle in front of Momo's apartment, she put the stand back down on the ground and shut off the engine. Sana quickly got off and lifted Momo up, to place her back down on the ground, which made Momo squeal a little bit. Sana took off her own helmet, before helping Momo with her own. Momo quickly fixed her hair, so it doesn't look too bad, but in Sana's opinion Momo looked like the most beautiful person she has ever laid her eyes on.

"Thank you for the ride, it was amazing. I've always wanted to have a ride with a motorcycle". Momo said and smiled at Sana.

"You're welcome. I'm glad I could fulfill this dream for you". Sana smiled and placed her helmet down on the seat.

"Would you like to come inside?". Momo asked and Sana licked her lips, before grinning at her, “Sure, I'd love to". Sana said and felt Momo taking her hand, dragging her upstairs to her apartment. As soon as the door opened, two small furry bodies came rushing to the door. They were barking at Sana, and Momo blushed in embarrassment, “Guys, stop it". Momo said and closed the door behind them.

"I'm sorry, they're still young". Momo said, taking off her shoes and hanging up her purse. Sana also took off her shoes and let Momo drag her into her bedroom.

"They're cute, what are their names?". Sana asked, before sitting down at the edge of Momo's bed. Momo’s room was really nice, just like the rest of her apartment. The room smelt like Momo, a scent of vanilla filling Sana’s nose.

"Boo and Dobby". Momo answered and closed the door behind her, so the dogs couldn't come in.

"I get where the name Dobby comes from, I assume Harry Potter?". Sana asked and Momo nodded her head with a smile forming on her face.

"But what about Boo? How did you come up with that name?". Sana curiously asked, and Momo walked closer to her, standing in between Sana's legs.

"You know Monster Inc.?". Momo asked and felt Sana's hands grabbing her hips.

"The kids movie?". Sana chuckled and Momo shyly nodded.

"Yeah, the kids movie". Momo chuckled as well, sliding her fingers through Sana's hair.

"The little girl is named Boo and I think she's really cute, so I named him Boo". Momo explained and Sana just smiled at Momo with adoring eyes.

"Would you like to spent the night?". Momo asked and Sana lifted her brows at that question, “Look at you Hirai. Not shy at all, huh?". Sana teased and smirked at Momo, after a pink blush spread over Momo's cheeks.

"Shut up". Momo whined and shoved Sana's shoulder slightly, “Make me". Sana playfully grinned, but what she didn't expect was for Momo to push her down by her shoulders, to straddle her lap. Sana's eyes slightly widened when Momo's face got really close to her own, a seductive smirk playing around Momo’s lips. Their noses brushed slightly, and Sana let out a shaky breath.

"See, you're all talk". Momo breathed out and wanted to get off Sana's lap, but Sana quickly flipped them over, so she's on top. This time Momo's eyes widened and her mouth slightly opened in shock. The soft gaze in Sana's eyes was replaced by something else. A dark, lustful look now showing on her face.

"Let's see if you still think like that after I fucked you into unconsciousness". Sana husked out and it instantly sent a shiver down Momo's entire body.

"What are you waiting for then?". Momo challenged Sana, licking her lips, eyes darting down towards the other woman's lips. This sucked all of the willpower Sana still had over her body out of it. She leaned down to press her lips against Momo's. The kiss was passionate, hungry, full of want and desire. Sana licked her tongue over Momo's bottom lip, silently asking for permission, which Momo instantly granted.

Their tongues brushed each other, fighting for dominance, which Sana easily won. Sana’s hands started roaming around Momo's body, palming Momo’s breasts over her blouse.

"Fuck". Momo gasped out against Sana's lips, before Sana instantly claimed them with hers again. Sana’s fingers opened every button of Momo's blouse, and when the last button popped open, Sana quickly pulled the blouse off Momo's body, before throwing it somewhere in the room.

Sana pulled back, both of their lips were bruised a little bit already. Her eyes ranked over Momo's exposed skin and Sana couldn't help to bite her lip. Sana’s hands slid up Momo’s thighs, her fingers slowly opened the button and zipper of Momo’s black jeans. Sana slid the jeans down Momo's legs, revealing her black panties that matched with her bra, which made Sana smirk.

"Did you plan this?". Sana husked out and kissed up Momo's stomach, “Maybe…”. Momo shakily breathed out when Sana sucked her sweet spot on her neck.

"You drive me crazy". Sana breathed out, kissing up Momo's jawline, before pressing their lips back together. Sana’s hands slid under Momo's back, to unclasp her bra, which Sana slowly took off, leaving Momo just in her black panties. Sana's eyes were shining at the sight in front of her. It reminded Momo of a little child, opening presents on Christmas Eve.

"You're so beautiful". Sana said and Momo was feeling the heat forming between her legs already. Momo quickly sat up and took Sana's leather jacket off, to throw it to the rest of the clothes sprayed on her floor. Momo’s fingers started working on the buttons on Sana's white buttoned up shirt. After Momo successfully opened every single button, she slowly slid it down Sana's shoulders, to take it completely off.

Momo’s eyes stopped at Sana's white laced bra. Momo’s finger rubbed over the small bow between the space of Sana's breasts with a smirk forming on her lips.

"Cute". Momo hummed and kissed the top of Sana's breasts, which made the younger girl gasp slightly. Momo's fingers snapped the bra open and her eyes hungrily took in Sana's exposed chest. When Momo's eyes darted down to Sana's pants, and she saw a large bulge pressing against the jeans Sana was wearing, Momo looked up to her, to see the nervous look on Sana's face.

Momo just smiled at her and placed gentle kisses over Sana’s stomach, while her fingers expertly opened Sana's belt. Sana bit her lip while she watched Momo sliding the zipper of her pants down, before pulling them down her hips, down to her ankles, so Sana could step out of them.

Sana was left in her black Prada boxers now, a shaky breath left her lips when Momo's palm slid over her bulge. When Momo's fingers slowly slid under the waistband of Sana’s boxers, she stopped to look at Sana one more time, to see if it's really okay. The only thing Sana did was nod her head, and that's all Momo needed to see, to pull Sana’s boxers slowly down her thighs. Momo's eyes slightly widened when Sana's cock slapped up against the underside of her stomach.

Sana was big. Really big. Sana’s cock was thick and veiny. Pre-cum was already leaking out of the tip and when Sana stepped completely out of her boxers she felt Momo's hand wrap around her length. Momo collected the pre-cum with her finger and started to move her hand up and down Sana's dick. Sana was watching in pure bliss and when Momo leaned forward to place a kiss on her tip she let out a low hum. Sana completely lost it when Momo took her cock in her mouth, inch by inch, until Sana was completely buried inside of Momo’s mouth.

"Holy shit". Sana breathed out and grabbed some of Momo's hair. When Momo started bobbing her head, Sana's eyes rolled to the back of her head, the grip on Momo's hair tightened.

"Fuck, baby". Sana moaned out huskily. This made Momo moan against Sana’s dick as well, sending shivers down Sana's whole body.

"Yeah, that's it". Sana cooed when Momo started using her hand as well, while she was sucking Sana's tip.

"Yeah? You like that?". Momo asked with a low voice after she pulled Sana's dick out of her mouth, which drove Sana completely insane.

"Yeah". Sana breathed out and bit her lip when Momo took her back in her mouth.

"I'm close". Sana moaned out and Momo bobbed her head back and forth even faster, “Fuck, I'm gonna cum Momo". Sana moaned out.

"Cum in my mouth". Momo rasped out when she pulled Sana out of her mouth again, before she quickly sucked Sana back in her mouth.

"Oh fuck". Sana groaned, before she shot her cum into Momo's mouth, who eagerly slurped everything up. When Momo pulled Sana out of her mouth, Sana quickly grabbed her chin, to pull her into a kiss. Momo hummed against Sana's lips and felt Sana pushing her back on the bed. Momo's back collapsed against the mattress and she felt Sana's slender fingers sliding under the waistband of her underwear.

Sana quickly pulled them down Momo’s legs, to throw them to the rest of the clothes. Sana wrapped her arms around Momo's thighs, to pull Momo closer to the edge of the bed, which made Momo squeal. Sana smirked at Momo, before kneeling down in front her on the floor. She pressed teasing kisses all over the inside of Momo's thighs, driving the older woman completely crazy.

"Please". Momo huffed out and clenched her hands into the bed sheets.

"What do you want, baby?". Sana asked and Momo's stomach clenched together every time Sana called her that.

"You know what I want". Momo whined and Sana placed teasing kisses around her tummy. Sana’s nails were sliding over Momo's thighs, which made Momo’s hips twitch.

"You have to be a little more specific, sweetie". Sana hummed and slid a long finger through Momo's wetness.

"O-Oh my god, please eat me out". Momo shakily breathed out and that's all Sana needed to hear, before wrapping her arms around Momo's legs again. Sana's tongue darted out, placed it at the bottom of Momo's pussy, before letting it flatly lick up and down Momo’s slit, collecting her juice.

"Holy shit". Momo huffed out, before Sana closed her mouth around her clit, sucking it, massaging it with Sana’s soft lips. Sana could feel Momo's clit pulsating against her tongue each time she licked over it. Momo's hand grabbed the back of Sana's head, to keep her right where she was. Sana placed Momo's legs over her shoulders. Momo was pressing her thighs together, almost suffocating Sana to death, but Sana didn't care at all.

"S-Sana, fuck". Momo cried out and Sana hummed against Momo’s pussy, making Momo's thighs twitch.

When Sana pushed her tongue completely inside of Momo, Momo completely lost it. Her grip on Sana's hair got incredibly tighter, her hips bucked up, fucking herself against Sana's tongue. Sana felt like she died and this is her own personalised heaven. Hirai Momo fucking herself against Sana’s tongue, letting out shaky, breathy moans of Sana’s name.

"I'm gonna cum". Momo groaned out and leaned up to watch Sana between her legs. This sight made her legs tremble and with a last suck to her clit Momo came with a loud squeal, clenching her hands into the sheets. Sana licked her clean, before slowly pulling away from Momo’s pussy, lips glistening with Momo’s wetness. Sana crawled up Momo's body, leaving chaste kisses on her tummy, before taking a nipple into her mouth.

"Mmm, yes". Momo hummed and closed her eyes, while her back arched upward. Sana released Momo’s nipple with a 'pop', before pressing her lips against Momo's. Momo quickly let Sana slide her tongue into her mouth, so Momo could taste herself on Sana's tongue.

Sana pushed Momo towards the direction of where the pillows were resting against the headboard, so Momo could rest her head against them. Sana knelt between Momo's legs and Momo instantly opened them for her. They stared at each other, Sana's hands slowly slid up Momo's thighs, before they stopped on her hips.

"Do you trust me?". Sana asked and oddly, Momo quickly started nodding her head. Without loosing eye contact with Momo, Sana rubbed the tip of her cock up and down Momo's pussy. The room was instantly filled with the noises of Momo’s wetness. Sana positioned the tip against Momo’s pussy and slowly started to push inside of her, watching her cock slide into Momo's tight heat, inch by inch.

"Fuck". Sana groaned out when she was completely buried inside of Momo. Momo's hands wrapped around Sana's neck, pulling her down into a kiss.

"Mmm, yes". Momo breathed out against Sana's lips when Sana started thrusting in and out of her.

"You feel so good". Sana whispered in Momo’s ear and Momo let out a groan. Sana slowly leaned back up to stare down at her. The way Momo was looking at Sana drove her crazy. The way Momo’s eyes always searched Sana’s, the way Momo’s lips slightly parted when Sana hit that specific spot inside of her. All these were facts that drove Sana completely insane.

Sana grabbed Momo's hips with her hands, and Momo's hands instantly clenched in the sheets after Sana started picking up the pace of her thrusts. Sana was watching in pure bliss. She watched how Momo's titts were moving with her thrusts, and the way Momo's hips bucked up, to meet her thrusts was just sinfully good.

"Harder". Momo moaned out and Sana bit her lip, before she put Momo's legs over her shoulders, to fuck her as hard as she could into the mattress of Momo's bed.

"Oh fuck, yes". Momo squeaked out and threw her head back, when Sana's thumb started to rub over her clit as well.

"Don't stop, please don't stop". Momo cried out and Sana moaned because of the way Momo's pussy started to clench around her cock.

"Fuck, Momo". Sana moaned out and Momo let out a whine, “I'm gonna cum". Momo sobbed out and Sana stared at her.

"Yes, cum for me". Sana husked out and thrusted into Momo a few more times, before she felt Momo's legs shaking and Momo’s cum coating her cock.

"Mmm, yes". Sana hummed and kept thrusting inside of Momo slowly, to let her ride out her orgasm. Sana gently placed Momo's legs down on the bed again, to lean down for a kiss. Momo sighed against Sana’s lips and grabbed the back of Sana's neck with her right hand to keep her close.

"I wanna be on top". Momo breathed out against Sana's lips, and who was Sana to decline this kind offer? They quickly switched spots, so Sana was lying down and Momo was straddling her lap. Sana's hands gently rubbed up and down Momo's thighs, and when Momo started rubbing Sana’s tip through her pussy, Sana let out a low hum.

"Put it in, baby". Sana rasped out and Momo slowly sank down on her cock.

"Fuck, yes". Sana moaned out and placed her hands on Momo's hips. Momo's hands shakily placed on top of Sana's stomach, and then Momo started to move her hips.

"Oh my god". Momo rasped out and started to slam down on Sana's cock, hitting the deepest part of her insides every time her hips slammed down on Sana's cock.

"Mhm". Sana hummed and wrapped her arms around Momo's waist, to start meeting her thrusts.

"Sana". Momo cried out and Sana felt her stomach clench together. Sana’s feet planted down on the bed and then she started pounding into Momo, making their skin slap together harshly.

"Yesyesyes, fuck, don't stop". Momo squeaked out and couldn't hold herself up anymore. She collapsed onto Sana's chest and pressed her face in the crook of Sana's neck. Sana's hand slammed down on Momo's ass, spanking her harshly, which let the older girl whine out against her neck.

"Are you close?". Sana shakily asked and spanked Momo again, “Y-Yes". Momo whined out and clenched her hands in Sana's hair.

"Me too baby, let's cum together". Sana said and felt Momo nod against her neck.

"Look at me, I wanna see your pretty face". Sana said and pulled Momo's head up by her hair.

"I want you to cum all over my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?". Sana asked and kept thrusting into Momo's pussy.

"Yes, I can do that". Momo moaned out and Sana smirked at her. Sana wrapped her hand around Momo's throat and started pounding inside of her. Momo's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

"I'm gonna cum". Momo squealed out and after a few more thrusts she squirted all over Sana's cock.

"Mmm, fuck". Sana moaned out and followed straight after, pulling out of Momo to cum on her lower back and ass. Sana pushed back inside of Momo after she came, to let Momo ride out her second orgasm. Sana's nails were sliding soothingly up and down Momo's back, while she kept placing gentle kisses on Momo's temple. They where both panting heavily, completely out of breath.

"So... do you still think I'm all talk?". Sana asked with a grin forming on her lips. Momo lifted her head and grinned back at her.

"No, not at all". Momo breathed out and Sana pulled her into a slow, sensual kiss.

"You're amazing". Sana said after they pulled away from the kiss.

"I really like you. I'd love to be more than just friends with you. I hope you feel the same". Sana said and stared at Momo with nervous eyes.

"Of course I feel the same. I wouldn't have slept with you, if I wouldn't like you as well". Momo said and smiled lovingly at Sana.

"Be mine?". Sana asked and stroked Momo's cheek with her thumb, “I've been yours ever since I saw you for the first time". Momo said and this made Sana's heart beat faster.

"Kiss me". Sana breathed out, so that's exactly what Momo did.

-

When Mina and Nayeon entered Mina's apartment and took off their shoes, Ray instantly came rushing to the door.

"Hey buddy". Nayeon smiled and instantly knelt down, to pat the little Dachshund.

"His name is Ray". Mina said.

"He's so cute. He keeps sniffing me. He probably smells my dog Kookeu". Nayeon said and scratched Ray's head with her nails.

"What breed is your dog?". Mina asked and Nayeon patted Ray one last time, before standing back up.

"He's a Pomeranian". Nayeon said and smiled at Mina.

"Maybe we can meet again and let them play together?". Mina asked nervously and Nayeon just smiled at her.

"That's a good idea. I'd love that". Nayeon said and Mina blushed slightly.

"Would you like to watch a movie?". Mina asked and pointed to her living room.

"Sure, a movie sounds good". Nayeon said and nodded her head. When Mina shyly grabbed her hand to drag her to her living room, Nayeon got a chance to look at Mina's apartment. Mina's apartment was really neat, well decorated, cozy and it smelled like rose petals. It gave Nayeon a warm feeling and she felt welcomed.

Mina turned on her Tv and opened Netflix. She handed Nayeon the remote and told her that she can decide what they're going to watch, as long it's not a horror movie, while Mina went into the kitchen to grab some drinks and snacks they can eat while they're watching. Nayeon picked a Romcom movie and Mina was actually enjoying the movie. They laughed and commented scenes they found funny or stupid.

When they were in the middle of the movie, Nayeon grabbed Mina's hand to intertwine their fingers. Mina smiled at her and placed her head on Nayeon's shoulder, to show her that she feels comfortable. They both got slightly more nervous when a sex scene came on. Neither one of them knew that this was included in this movie.

"This is so unrealistic". Nayeon scoffed and Mina couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips, “Why? Maybe your stamina is just not good". Mina grinned, while she was staring up at Nayeon. There was one thing Mina didn't know about Nayeon yet. Nayeon always wanted to be the best at everything she does. So of course Nayeon felt her pride hitting her like a truck.

"Oh yeah?". Nayeon hummed and leaned forward, so Mina had to remove her head resting on Nayeon's shoulder. Mina wasn't dumb, she definitely felt the sweet and calm atmosphere turn into a sexual one.

"Yeah". Mina breathed out and bit her lip.

"What makes you so sure about my stamina, when you haven't even slept with me?". Nayeon husked out and stood up to stand right in front of Mina. Mina ignored the bulge that was forming in Nayeon's pants for now, and just smirked up at her, “Maybe you just think that this scene was unrealistic because you suck in bed and can't last more than one round". Mina smirked and shrugged.

"I see what you're trying to do right now, Minari". Nayeon said and smirked down at her.

"Yeah? Why? Is it working?". Mina breathed out and spread her legs wide out for Nayeon. Mina's dress rode up to her hips, revealing her red, laced panties to Nayeon's hungry eyes.

"Oh, you have no idea baby". Nayeon breathed out and this sent shivers down Mina's entire body. Mina slowly stood up, so they were both face to face, their noses brushing each other.

"How about I decide if you have good stamina or not?". Mina whispered in Nayeon’s ear, making Nayeon humm slightly.

"And how should I prove that to you?". Nayeon asked and grabbed Mina's waist with her hands, to pull her flush against her body.

"Fuck me". Mina rasped out, and this was Nayeon's last straw. She grabbed the back of Mina's neck to pull her into a kiss, their tongues instantly fighting for dominance. When Nayeon palmed Mina's ass in her hands, Mina let out a gasp, which gave Nayeon the opportunity to suck Mina's tongue in her mouth, before biting Mina's bottom lip with her teeth.

"Fuck". Mina breathed out when they pulled away for air.

"Where's your bedroom?". Nayeon asked slightly out of breath, before she felt Mina's hand pulling her into the direction of Mina's bedroom. As soon as they were inside, Nayeon pushed her up against the wall. Her leg was placed between Mina's thighs. Nayeon could feel Mina's dampness through her jeans.

Nayeon's eyes darted down to her leg, and when she saw a wet patch of Mina's wetness, she looked up at Mina with a smug grin on her lips. Mina just blushed and looked to the side, to embarrassed to meet Nayeon's eyes. Nayeon just grabbed Mina’s chin to make her look back at her, before capturing Mina's lips into another kiss, picking her up to carry Mina to the bed, gently placing her down on the soft mattress.

After Nayeon pulled away from the kiss, she leaned back up to stare down at Mina, her eyes scanning Mina from head to toe, admiring every detail of her body. When Nayeon hovered over Mina's face, she could hear a quiet gasp of air coming from Mina. Nayeon's fingers gently slid under the straps of Mina's dress, before she slowly pulled them down Mina’s shoulders.

Nayeon's hands swiftly took off the tight dress hugging Mina's figure, throwing it on the ground. At the sight of Mina's body with her red, laced bra and panties, Nayeon’s cock got impossibly harder.

"God, you're so perfect". Nayeon said and leaned down to place kisses down Mina's neck. Her lips ghosted over Mina's skin, teasing Mina with her nose sliding over Mina’s soft skin.

"Nayeon". Mina moaned out when Nayeon sucked on Mina’s sweet spot. Nayeon let out a moan as well, at the way Mina moaned out her name. Nayeon's hands quickly opened the claps of Mina's bra to take it off, just like her panties.

Before Nayeon could torture Mina any longer, Mina knelt up on her bed to grab Nayeon by the back of her neck, to pull her into a kiss. Nayeon's arms automatically slid around Mina's naked waist. Their lips brushed against each other and Mina's hands grabbed the rim of Nayeon's shirt to pull it off her body. Mina's hands instantly opened Nayeon's bra to take it off as well. Mina pulled away for a few seconds to stare at Nayeon's exposed chest.

Without loosing eye contact Mina let her fingers run down Nayeon's abs, opening her pants with teasing fingers, slowly opening the button and zipper of Nayeon's jeans. Nayeon quickly stepped out of her jeans, leaving her in her white Tommy Hilfiger boxers. When Mina palmed Nayeon through her boxers, Nayeon let out a shaky breath.

"Lay down". Mina whispered in Nayeon’s ear, before biting Nayeon’s ear lobe. Nayeon quickly got onto the bed, to lay down with her head resting against the pillows.

"Mina". Nayeon whined out when Mina slowly crawled towards her direction, but Mina just smirked at her. Mina's fingers slowly slid under the waistband of Nayeon's boxers. Nayeon lifted up her hips, so Mina could pull the boxers down Nayeon’s legs, leaving Nayeon completely naked as well. Nayeon's cock was rock hard already. Mina liked that Nayeon was shaved, because it just looks much more hygienic. Nayeon's dick was twitching already, just by Mina looking at it.

"Mina". Nayeon whined again. Nayeon wanted to wrap her hand around her dick, but Mina quickly swatted her hand away.

"Please?". Nayeon breathed out, and Mina had to bite her lip because Nayeon sounded so fucking good. Her voice was all raspy and whiny. Mina decided she teased Nayeon enough, so she wrapped her hand around Nayeon's thick cock, before she slowly started to move her hand up and down, without stopping to look at Nayeon, to catch her reaction.

"Mmm, yes". Nayeon hummed and closed her eyes, to enjoy the feeling of Mina's soft hand around her dick. Nayeon's eyes shot open though, when Mina took her down her throat.

"H-Holy shit". Nayeon gasped and grabbed Mina's hair, to keep it out of Mina's face, so Nayeon could see Mina’s face better. When Mina started humming against Nayeon’s dick, Nayeon felt her toes curling.

"God, baby, just like that". Nayeon moaned and started moving Mina's head with her hand, leading Mina into a sensual rhythm. Mina's free hand moved up Nayeon's chest, to palm her left breast in her hand, pinching Nayeon's nipple with her thumb and pointer finger.

"Fuck, Mina. I'm gonna cum". Nayeon croaked out and threw her head back, when Mina swirled her tongue around her tip.

"I'm cumming". Nayeon warned Mina one last time, but Mina just kept sucking on Nayeon’s dick without loosing her rhythm. Nayeon couldn't hold back any longer and exploded inside of Mina's mouth, shooting hot cum down her throat. When Mina slowly let Nayeon's dick out of her mouth, she swallowed Nayeon's cum, before kissing Nayeon's tip one last time.

"Get up here". Nayeon breathed out and Mina started to straddle Nayeon's lap, "Higher". Nayeon rasped out and when Mina looked down at her, she knew what Nayeon wanted from her. She scooted higher up Nayeon's body, until her pussy was hovering above Nayeon's lips. Mina's hands were holding her up by the headboard of Mina's bed.

"I-I've never done this before". Mina nervously stuttered out, a blush covering her cheeks.

"It's okay, princess. Just let me make you feel good". Nayeon said and Mina instantly felt her pussy clenching around nothing, by the way Nayeon said this to her. When Nayeon wrapped her arms around Mina's thighs and pulled her down on her tongue, Mina let out a loud gasp, her hands instantly clenched into Nayeon's hair, before Nayeon started to fuck her tongue into Mina's pussy.

"Oh my fucking god". Mina rasped out, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. When Nayeon opened her eyes and saw Mina playing with her tits, she couldn't help the moan escaping her mouth. Their eyes met and they both felt like the other one captivated them with their eyes, because none of them could look away. Mina started riding Nayeon's tongue, and for someone who has never done this before, Mina was doing an absolutely amazing job.

"I'm close". Mina moaned out, her head falling back, so her long black hair was cradling her back. Nayeon's thumb moved to Mina's clit to start rubbing it in circles to take Mina over the edge. When Mina was hit with her orgasm, she had a death grip on Nayeon's hair, but Nayeon didn't mind at all.

Watching Mina fall apart, while she's riding Nayeon's face was probably Nayeon’s most favorite thing in the world now. After Mina reasonably calmed down from her orgasm, she moved away from Nayeon's face, to press her chest flush against Nayeon's.

"How was that?". Nayeon asked and Mina licked her lips before smiling at her.

"Astonishing".

"Astonishing?". Nayeon asked amused, and couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips.

"I'm curious what you'll say after we are done, because I'm just getting started, love". Nayeon said and turned them around so she's on top of Mina. Mina's heart nearly jumped out of her chest when Nayeon started to kiss down her neck again, down to her collarbones and finally down to her tits. When Nayeon's lips wrapped around one of her nipples, Mina let out a low hum. Her fingers wrapped into Nayeon's hair to keep her close.

"Nayeon". Mina moaned and Nayeon moaned out against Mina's tits.

"Hold your legs up, baby". Nayeon said and leaned up to kneel between Mina's legs. Mina's hands held her legs up under her knees, and when Nayeon started to slide her tip up and down Mina's pussy, Mina let out a shaky breath.

"Fuck, look how wet you are already". Nayeon moaned and bit her lip at the sight of her glistening dick full of Mina's wetness.

"It's all yours". Mina hummed out and Nayeon felt her dick twitch against Mina's pussy.

"Yeah, that's right. My pretty girl". Nayeon breathed out and stroked Mina's cheek with her thumb, while she was pushing her dick slowly into Mina's tight heat.

"A-Ah, fuck". Mina gasped out, her mouth opening into an silent scream, eyebrows tightly pressed together.

"Mhm". Nayeon hummed, hands grabbing Mina's hips gently, while she started thrusting into Mina's pussy.

"Yes". Mina moaned out and threw her head back, when Nayeon started to pick up the pace.

"Yeah? Is that good?". Nayeon cooed and felt Mina's hands clenching around her wrists, while Mina quickly nodded her head up and down.

"God, Mina". Nayeon groaned and placed Mina's legs around her hips, so she could fuck even harder into her.

"Ohhh fuck". Mina cried out and scratched her nails down Nayeon's back, making the older girl groan.

"Are you feeling good?". Nayeon whispered in Mina's ear, before kissing down her neck. All Mina could do was nod her head. Nayeon grabbed Mina's wrists with her hands, to press them next to Mina's head against the mattress.

Mina's stomach clenched together at the way Nayeon was staring down at her. Nayeon’s eyes were drooling with desire and admiration. For Nayeon, Mina was an angel, an angel she could sin with. Nayeon released Mina's wrists and grabbed the headboard tightly with her right hand, to fuck Mina even harder into the mattress.

Their skin was clapping together harshly and Mina was a trembling, moaning mess under Nayeon. Mina's hands were clenching into her satin bed sheets and her head was thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of her head, moaning Nayeon's name like a mantra. Nayeon was watching in pure bliss, jaw slacked, taking every feature of Mina's facial expressions in.

The way the vein on Mina’s forehead was getting thicker and thicker, her knitted eyebrows, her hooded eyes, the pink blush on her cheeks and neck, and the way Mina’s lips were parted, letting out those sweet moans Nayeon already got addicted to.

"I want you to cum all over my dick, sweetie". Nayeon moaned out and this was everything it took for Mina to explode. Her legs started shaking and her hands were trembling against Nayeon's shoulders.

"Oh my god". Nayeon breathed out, nearly cumming herself. She let Mina ride out her orgasm, before she slowly pulled out of Mina, her dick glistening with Mina's cum.

"Turn around". Nayeon huffed out and watched Mina getting on all fours in front of her.

"Mmm yes, just like that". Nayeon said and let her hands run down Mina's naked back, down to her ass to knead it with her hands, before spanking Mina's right cheek harshly.

"Bend your back for me, princess". Nayeon softy said and pressed Mina's lower back gently down with her hand, so Mina's ass is sticking up in the air.

"Yes, just like that". Nayeon hummed, and the way she was talking to Mina drove Mina absolutely insane.

"You're doing so good for me, baby". Nayeon said before she slowly pushed back into Mina's pussy.

"O-Oh my god, fuck". Mina gasped out. Nayeon's dick felt much deeper than before, much thicker and Mina felt absolutely full.

"Mmm". Nayeon moaned out at the way Mina's pussy instantly started sucking her cock in. Her hand grabbed Mina's hair, to pull her head back, before she started pounding into Mina mercilessly.

"Holy shit". Mina squealed out, her knuckles were turning white already at the way Mina was clenching her hands into the sheets tightly.

"Don't stop". Mina moaned out and let out a groan when Nayeon spanked her ass again.

"You fuck me so good". Mina cried out and Nayeon couldn't help the moan leaving her lips, while she was watching her cock thrusting in and out of Mina's pussy. When Nayeon let go of Mina's hair, Mina instantly fell forward because she couldn't hold herself up any longer.

"Fuck me back". Nayeon said and patted Mina's ass softly. Mina exhaustedly held herself up with her forearms and started fucking herself against Nayeon's cock.

"Yes baby, just like that". Nayeon praised her and rubbed Mina's hips with her thumbs.

"I want you to make yourself cum like this". Nayeon said and Mina let out a shaky whine.

"Please… I can't". Mina cried out and her arms were trembling already. Nayeon couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips.

"Whose stamina is bad Mina, mine or yours?". Nayeon teasingly asked and Mina let out a tired groan.

"Okay fine, your stamina is amazing, you're amazing in bed. Now make me cum, please". Mina begged and turned her head to the side to look at Nayeon over her shoulder. That's all Nayeon wanted to hear. She pressed Mina's back harshly down, so Mina's stomach is pressed flush against the mattress. Nayeon knelt between Mina's legs, and as soon as she was inside of Mina, she started to pound into her. Nayeon’s big hands were gripping Mina's ass and Nayeon's abs started to burn.

"I'm gonna cum". Mina moaned out and Nayeon threw her head back.

"Me too baby, let's cum together". Nayeon said and Mina just nodded her head. It only took a few more thrust from Nayeon to send Mina into oblivion, Nayeon following straight behind. Nayeon quickly pulled out of Mina, to cum on her back. They were both panting heavily, both completely out of breath. Nayeon gently turned Mina around so she's lying down on her back again. She pressed her chest against Mina's and they could both feel the heart beat from the other.

"You're perfect". Nayeon said and let her thumb run over Mina's bottom lip, before she pressed their lips together. Mina instantly opened her mouth for Nayeon's tongue. They both sighed into the kiss, and when Nayeon slowly pulled away, she pressed a chaste kiss on Mina's nose, which made Mina giggle.

"Do you want to take a bath?". Mina shyly asked, and let her fingers run up and down Nayeon's spine.

"I'd love that". Nayeon said and smiled at her, before she got up, pulling Mina along with her.

-

"You know… it's not fair that you look better in my clothes than I do". Momo said, while she was staring at Sana after they took a shower together. Sana's hair was still a bit damp and Momo was watching her with heart eyes.

"Oh is it? How about I take them off?". Sana teasingly asked, lifting up the rim of her shirt, so her stomach is revealed.

"S-Stop". Momo mumbled, a blush forming on her cheeks. Sana just smiled at her and let go of the shirt.

"I'm just messing with you, baby". Sana said and Momo's heart instantly started pounding at the nickname.

"Come here". Sana said, when she laid back down next to Momo on the bed. Momo instantly scooted closer to her. Sana wrapped her arm around Momo's waist, pulling her even closer.

"Give me a kiss". Sana said and turned her head to look at Momo. Momo looked at her for a second and oh man, she got it bad already. Momo pressed their lips together. When she pulled away and opened her eyes, Sana was already staring at her with longing eyes.

"Let's send a picture to Nayeon". Sana said and smirked at Momo. Momo just grinned at the teasing smirk of her girlfriend and grabbed Sana's phone out of the younger girls hand, to take a picture of them. After Momo took the picture, she handed the phone back to Sana, so she could send it to Nayeon.

Sana-yah💜: Hey Yeonie, chilling with my GIRLFRIEND Hehehehe☺️☺️

-

After Nayeon and Mina finished their bath and Nayeon finally asked Mina to be her girlfriend, while she was washing Mina's hair, Mina happily agreed. Nayeon was now waiting for her in Mina's bedroom.

"Baby, look at this". Nayeon said and giggled at the picture and text her best friend just sent her.

"What is it?". Mina asked, while she was putting her hair up with a hair clip.

"Sana just send me a picture, come here". Nayeon said and Mina sat down on Nayeon's lap to take a look at what her girlfriend wanted to show her.

"Oh my god". Mina laughed and wrapped her arms around Nayeon's neck.

"Looks like you owe me 50 bucks". Mina teased her and Nayeon playfully rolled her eyes.

"Hmm… how about something better?". Nayeon hummed and let her hands run up and down Mina's thighs.

"For example?". Mina asked and played with Nayeon's baby hair at the back of her neck.

"50 kisses?". Nayeon grinned at her and Mina just smiled at her.

"I'll take 50 kisses then". Mina said and Nayeon's grin grew even bigger.

"That's what I like to hear". Nayeon said before she pulled Mina down into a sweet kiss.

"But before we start with that, we will send Sana a picture as well". Nayeon said with a devilish smirk playing on her lips.

"Noooo". Mina whined and Nayeon pouted at her.

"Ugh, fine. One picture and then I want my kisses". Mina said and Nayeon saluted her, “Yes ma'am". Nayeon said and Mina just giggled at her goofiness.

"Come here". Nayeon rasped out and pulled Mina in front of the mirror standing in Mina's room. Mina automatically wrapped her arms around Nayeon's neck and Nayeon wrapped her arm around Mina's waist. When they pressed their lips together, Nayeon quickly took a picture of the kiss. Mina slowly pulled away and pecked Nayeon's lips one more time, before she looked down at Nayeon's phone to look at the picture.

"Aww, this is cute". Mina said and smiled at the picture.

"You are cute". Nayeon said and smiled at Mina, before placing a kiss on Mina's cheek.

"Send it to her so we can cuddle". Mina whined and crawled back onto her bed, waiting impatiently for Nayeon to join her.

Nayeonie🐰: How funny, I'm doing the exact same thing ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ🥰🥰

After Nayeon sent it to Sana, she put her phone away and gave all her attention to the Japanese girl, who was waiting for Nayeon in bed.

"Now, let's give you these kisses you want so bad". Nayeon said and crawled onto the bed, before pulling Mina flush against her body, pressing their lips together into a sensual kiss.

-

All four of them were on cloud nine for the rest of the night, so when Mina and Momo woke up the next day and told their girlfriends they have to go to ballet practice, they weren't that pleased. But being the good and supportive girlfriends they are, they drove Mina and Momo to ballet class. Momo was hugging Sana's waist tightly, while Sana was driving them to the ballet school on her motorcycle.

Mina had her hand placed on top of Nayeon's, while Nayeon was driving her to ballet class. Momo and Sana were the first to arrive, so when Sana parked her motorcycle in front of the ballet school and Momo got off, some of her classmates were already staring at them. Sana took off her helmet and helped Momo with her own as well.

“I'll miss you". Sana whined and pouted when Momo started fixing her hair.

"You'll see me again in like three hours". Momo said and Sana just kept pouting like a little baby.

"That's too long". Sana dramatically whined, and Momo just playfully rolled with her eyes.

"You're such a cry baby". Momo grinned and wrapped her arms around Sana's neck, “Yes, but I'm your cry baby". Sana said and smirked at Momo, while she wrapped her arms around Momo's waist. Momo just smirked back at Sana, before connecting their lips into a sweet kiss.

"Get a room". They heard an all to familiar voice say next to them. When they pulled away and were met by Nayeon and Mina, they both stuck out their tongues at them.

"Looks like you two had lots of fun last night". Sana teasingly said and wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

"I could say the same to you, Sana-yah". Nayeon said and wrapped her arm around Mina'a waist.

"Well… I definitely had". Sana smirked and Momo instantly started blushing.

"Well… so had I". Nayeon smirked back and Mina just rolled her eyes, before she got out of Nayeon's grasp to grab Momo's wrist.

"You two are worse than pubescent boy's". Mina said, and Nayeon and Sana both looked at her with puppy eyes.

"Hey, where's my kiss?". Nayeon said and pouted at Mina.

"You gave me lots of kisses last night, remember? I think you can last three hours without kisses". Mina said and smirked at Nayeon.

"Three hours?!". Nayeon gasped.

"I know right". Sana scoffed and leaned against her motorcycle with crossed arms.

"See you both later". Momo called and waved at them, before Mina dragged her into the ballet school.

"Sooo… how was she?". Momo asked with a dirty smirk playing on her lips.

"Ugh, you're unbelievable". Mina scoffed and started walking into the changing rooms.

"What? I'm curious". Momo shrugged and followed Mina into the changing rooms.

"She was good, okay?". Mina whispered and Momo just grinned at her.

"I see. Well, since you won't ask me yourself, I'll just tell you. Sana was amazing, her tongue felt amazing, I even squir-"

"Okay, I get it, Momo". Mina quickly interrupted her and felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. Momo just smiled at her and they both made their way into the practice room.

"Why are you both so smiley today?". Ms.Park asked them with curious eyes.

"Oh, umm… well, we are just so excited to have you as our teacher, Ms.Park". Momo said and Ms.Park just eyed them suspiciously.

"Of course". Their teacher said, and Mina had to stifle a giggle, “Carry on". Ms.Park said and they continued their training with ease.

After practice was over Momo and Mina quickly made their way to the shower, to get clean and dried their bodies with their towels after they were done. They got dressed and quickly walked out of the ballet school, to see Nayeon and Sana already waiting for them.

"Hey, baby". Sana said, while she wrapped her arms around Momo's waist, to give her a kiss.

"Hey princess". Nayeon greeted Mina with a loving smile on her lips, before she pulled Mina closer by her hand, to press a longing kiss on her lips. When Mina pulled away from the kiss and looked into Nayeon's brown eyes, she thought to herself, that having an unstructured life for once isn't so bad after all.

[nixedsignals]

confession // Captain John Price x reader

summary: a mission gone wrong leaves you in the hospital and Captain Price hasn’t come to see you yet.

warnings: descriptions of torture and injury. language. angsty, fluff at the end

a/n: tbh i just really wanted to write a Price thing <3

“It’s been a month, boss,” Gaz leans in the doorway of the hospital room, his voice pitched low. Next to him, John Price stands with his arms crossed, eyes never leaving your sleeping form under clean, white, hospital linen.

“I know that, sergeant,” he murmurs, glancing for a second at his subordinate before returning his gaze to you. “What’s your point?”

“She thinks you’re pissed, sir,” he pauses, seemingly considering his words before adding; “Are you?”

“Am I what? Pissed?” the captain turns his sapphire gaze on Kyle, who nods. “Yeah, I’m pissed. I’m fuckin’ furious. They could’ve killed her, an’ when I find ‘em-“

“She thinks you’re pissed *at her*,” Gaz clarifies, gesturing to you. “Sir.”

“Christ, ‘m not. How’d she get that into her head?” John returns his focus to you, watching you roll halfway under the covers before wincing and rolling back.

“Well you haven’t come to see her when she’s awake. For all she knows, you haven’t even been here,” John nods along with Kyle’s words. He’s right. A second passes before John speaks, voice almost completely absent of his typical commanding tone.

“I’ll stay, talk to her when she wakes up,” he claps a hand on Gaz’ shoulder, a tight smile on his face. “You should go home, get some rest.”

“Yes, sir. Be careful with her though. She’s been through it already,” Gaz casts a last look over you before nodding at the captain and taking his leave.

John sighs, quietly entering the room and sitting in a very nearly comfortable armchair next to your bed. He knew you deserved better than his last month of treatment. The memory of *that* day was fresher than he’d like to admit.

You’d been infiltrating an enemy base. It was supposed to be an easy op, in and out, low hostile count. Easy.

What a joke.

They’d set up on two buildings: Ghost and Soap on one, Price and Gaz on the other, ensuring overwatch cover. You had been sent into the bulding. Alone.

Christ, John wished he could take that order back.

At the time, it’d been a good move. The target building had open floorplans and cieling high windows. They should’ve had no issue covering you. Until you’d radio’d in:

“Cap, there’s a stairwell going down in the back corner of the first floor. Wasn’t in the floorplan,”

And you’d gone down.

The dead air time alone was enough to make the ever-stoic Captain John Price sweat in his fatigues. And after 20 minutes of incrimental “What’s your status?”-es, he finally received a response.

“Boss, I fucked up,” your voice was hushed over the comms and Price’s heart dropped.

“Status, sergeant?”

“This place is crawling. Fifty hostiles, maybe more. Entrance is blocked and there’s not another way out,”

“Find another way out, now. That’s an order,”

“Can’t. ‘m sorry. Gonna cut comms and strip my fatigues. They won’t know who sent me. Won’t give anything up. Promise,”

Before Price could stop you, the snap of the walkie cord and static filled his ears.

It took a week to get you back. They found you in a back room, ankle chained to the bars of the dog cage around you. Malnourished, dehydrated, sleep deprived.

It took everything he had to look at you long enough to recognize the muzzle flash burns on your temples and telltale scars running aross your chest and legs from cigarettes being put out against your skin.

Now, your muffled voice drags him from his thoughts. You look better, curled into the stark white sheets. Your cheeks are regaining their fullness and color, and the dark circles under your eyes have all but vanished.

Can still see the scars on your temples though. He shoves that thought away, willing his blood to a light simmer instead of the boiling rage that threatens to consume him.

“Sorry, what’d you say, kid?” His eyes find yours, now fully paying attention.

“Water, please?” you rasp, gesturing to the cup on the bedside table. He nods, grabbing the cup, gently pulling you into a half-sitting position and holding the straw to your lips.

You take a few sips, wincing a little before nodding, a gesture that your finished for now. John sets the cup down, eyes on your throat, brows furrowed.

“They waterboard you?” his voice is even. Clinical. He doesn’t miss the flash of disappointment that crosses your face, however.

“Yes,” you mumble, turning to face away from your superior. “Is that why you finally showed up? To get my report?”

“No, no it isn’t,” he closes his eyes for a moment, steeling himself. “I’m sorry, for not being by ‘til now.”

“S’fine. What are you gonna do now?” your voice grows softer and he can hear tears in the back of your throat.

“About what?”

“To punish me,”

John’s gaze snaps to yours, only just catching a tear on your cheek before you wipe it away.

“You—you think you’re in trouble?” he asks, voice dropping to a deadly low tone. You nod, face contorting at the motion for a brief second. John shakes his head. “Bloody hell, you’re not—I’m not mad at you.”

“Then why have you been avoiding me? I’ve been in here a month and I haven’t even seen you,” now your tears flow freely, streaking down your cheeks. “For the first week, I figured you had paperwork to do, but after a month? Even Ghost came by and you know how he is about going out.”

You curled your arms around yourself, bringing your knees up to your chin, sobs ripping from your chest in a hellish attempt to keep you from breathing evenly.

“I’m sorry, lo-“ he stops himself. He can’t say it, the ‘L’ word. Even as a nickname, it could open the floodgates.

“Tell me then,” you whisper, hiccuping through your tears. “Tell me the truth, why would you stay away like that?”

“Christ, I just-I couldn’t. It was too hard,” he drops his gaze the the floor, suddenly finding the linoleoum tile fascinating while waiting for your response.

“Hard? It was too hard? You don’t think it was hard for Soap or Ghost or Kyle? He’s been here every goddamn day!” your tears begin running down your cheeks, hot and fast as anger replaces sorrow. “You don’t think it was hard for me, sitting in this fucking room thinking that my captain was mad at me because I messed up our mission and lost the intel and got tied up and beaten and—“

“I know that, love,” John snaps, standing quickly and turning away. “I know that it’s been hard. And I know I should’ve come sooner. And you want the truth?”

You nod, eyes wide. John drops back into his seat, reaching out to brush some of the tears from your cheeks with calloused fingers.

“You almost died. You’re lucky you didn’t. An’ the whole time you were in surgery I knew that if I saw you, I’d say something stupid,”

“Why?”

“Because-Christ-because I love you. An’ I shouldn’t ‘cause I’m your captain. But I can’t lose you, knowing I never said it, hell. I’m sorry. For all of this. I’ll never bring it up again. An’ if you wanna put in for a transfer, I’ll approve it. Promise,” he slumps back in his seat, looking more defeated than you’ve ever seen him. His hardened outer shell has worn hundreds of missions and storms and losses, and this is what broke him?

You start to laugh, a small giggle, but it grows and John’s head snaps up. You look happier than you have in a while, even before the incident, and warm blue eyes widen in wonder at your sudden change.

“Say somethin’ funny, did I?” he grins, charming and a little bashful and it only makes you laugh harder. After a minute, the sound dies down, leaving you to ask for your water again, throat shredded from the rollercoaster of emotions.

“I’m sorry, just-didn’t expect you to say that,” you quietly start, hand venturing from under the blanket to find Price’s much larger one. “I, um, I love you. Sir.”

“Don’t-have to call me ‘sir’. Not when it’s just us,” then a pause, his eyes find yours and he lets out a slow breath.

“Will we get in trouble?” your voice trembles a little and John winces, knowing you might cry again.

“No, no, I’ll-I’ll talk to Kate, sort something out. Promise,” he gently moves his fingers tighter around yours, thumb brushing over you knuckles. You smile, brighter than the sun and he swears he gains ten years on his life everytime he sees it.

“Can you kiss me now then?” you ask breathlessly, and John laughs, standing and leaning forward. His lips gently press against yours. It’s chaste and soft and short, but it’s perfect.

-—————-———-—-

“They’ve been like that since I got here,” Kyle Garrick stands in the doorway to your hospital room, arms crossed. Soap is leaned against the opposite doorframe, while Ghost sits in a chair a few feet away.

“‘Bout time too, I swear they’ve been makin’ eyes at each other for ages,” Soap shakes his head, gesturing into the hospital room.

The topic of conversation there, you sleeping soundly in the haze of white linen around you, fingers holding the hand of their captain, who’s snoring at a truly ungodly volume from the chair beside your bed.

“Laswell, 10 o’clock,” Ghost mutters, glancing at Gaz.

“I say we let her try to wake up the captain. ‘Cause I’m not gonna,”