THE BEST FOR YOU (4.4K)

THE BEST FOR YOU (4.4K)

— viking!bakugou katsuki x reader

synopsis: after a reconciling evening in the lake, you find yourself spending your first night in your fiancé’s bedroom.

warnings: minors dni, ageless blogs dni, 18+ content, female reader, arranged marriage, fiancés, referred to as princess/honey/dirty girl, unprotected sex, pulling out used as a contraceptive, talk of sub/dom, lovey dovey, light ass play, p to v sex, viking au but don’t expect it to be historically correct lmao, modern language.

notes: this is a part two of WAITING FOR YOU, so this can be read as a stand alone but everything makes more sense after reading part one. nothing else to say! i tried hard on this and i enjoyed writing it! hope you enjoy reading :) also can still be read if you aren’t a fan of the viking part, he just is referred to as chief, you as my lady and he’s got servants n maids!

“katsuki! move your hand!”

“stop fuckin’ wiggling’ woman, gonna make me drop you,” he warns, carrying your naked body against his chest and stomping through the grass with an arm across your ass. you’re holding onto him like your life depends on it and so none of his servants end up getting a view of your tits.

it’s pitch black outside, with hoots from owls and neighs from the horses coming from afar. the only light out is coming from the main house which leads bakugou’s way. 

“you wouldn’t drop me. you’re too big and strong for that,” you coo in his ear and even you’re shocked at how quickly you both went from enemies to flirtation. your crushes on each other are way too big for your bodies. you guess there really is a thin line between love and hate.

also, it’s true, he wouldn’t drop you but you appealing to his ego makes him chuckle. bakugou adores how you feel in his arms, giggling and alive, smushing your body against his and putting all your trust in him.

“i’m beginning to think you only chose to marry me for my body, princess,” he smirks, bouncing up the steps to the back entrance of your shared home.

“well…,” you purposely pause and another chuckle booms out of him. he lands a pinch at your thigh and you pull the hair at the nape of his neck.

“don’t pull my hair, you child,”

“you pinched me—,”

your voice halts when bakugou steps into your new home, the back entrance plopping you both in the kitchen where about five maids and servants clean up and talk.

their eyes widen at the sight of you both, you clinging onto your fiancé and your very naked bodies. you even keep your legs straight to cover bakugou’s intimates because the only person who gets to see that part of him is you.

the head maid, sophie, you’ve always liked her, speaks up first. 

“evening chief, my lady,” she nods at you both, completely unphased. the awkwardness of it all makes laughter almost bubble out of you. especially the shocked dropped jaws of the servants near the back of the room.

you can’t blame them. only this morning you and katsuki were biting each others heads off and now you’re wrapped around him. you know you must look wild with hair falling out your silk tie and only now you notice your fiancés flushed cheeks since you were out in the dark for so long.

bakugou nods back at sophie, voice blunt and bored, “sophie.”

“do either of you want dinner sent to your rooms? or possibly… clean clothes?” she tries, careful to not overstep as bakugou begins to walk away.

you can still see her from over bakugou’s shoulder and you can’t stop your smile from blossoming.

bakugou’s about to bite back but you speak before he can, “no thank you sophie! we’re okay at the moment… or are you hungry?” you ask bakugou.

he rumbles, impatient to get going, “i’m hungry for somethin’.”

you gasp, your hand sneaking into his hair at the nape of his neck, “yeah, no thanks sophie. goodnight!”

then bakugou is off stomping towards your shared quarters.

“did you see their faces?” you chuckle, and bakugou huffs unimpressed, “i bet you they’re talking about us down there.”

“gonna give them enough talk for weeks,” he replies.

the warmth in your chest simmers down when bakugou finally sets you down on your feet, outside your bedroom door. you stand before each other just looking, finding the right words to gather on your tongue but coming up with none. your fiancé reaches up to scratch the back of his head and now nervousness spreads through you as you glance to his eyes and then fixating on the beauty spot on his shoulder. 

bakugou clears his throat abruptly, opting to stand up straighter rather than his usual slouch. then he crosses his arms across his chest. he hope you don’t notice him tensing. he’s acting stupid right now.

“so i’ll, uh, see you tomorrow? for breakfast? i’ll ask them to make somethin’ different.” he rambles and he wants to sigh at how pretty you look, drag you down the hall and kiss down your body before you fall asleep in his arms.

you’re biting down on your lip, only a lit candle by your door lighting up your features. it makes you golden, the sweet curve of your breasts, your smooth skin and the loose bits of your hair. you look like a mess in the most endearing way possible, all because of him.

to you, your brain feels like a broken record every time you look at this man. trying to tuck the animalistic chants of pounce on him, bite him, hang on and never let go, to the back of your head and instead focusing on the softer aspects of katsuki. something you don’t think many people have done before you.

this is nervousness on bakugou katsuki, chief of the village and leader of the strongest army. the shuffling on his feet. the shifting from crossing his arms to holding his arms. the way his pupils bounce like a ping pong ball to your eyes and then the dancing flame beside you. he’s adorable… always so sexy. the way he’s looking over you in the darkness with need, his posture intimidating to anyone else and his raw nakedness only makes your stomach burn with desire.

“okay, i’ll see you at breakfast,” you nod, leaning back on your door behind you, rolling your lips in.

bakugou blinks as if he’s trying to clear his thoughts, then with all the control possible, he steps away from you.

“okay goodnight.” he replies but neither of you make any moves to leave.

you just stand there and so does he, simmering into a comfortable silence. a smile sneaks up on your face and bakugou laughs through his nose.

he shakes his head, closing his eyes for a second before opening them, “fuck, okay, i’m leavin’. don’t be late or i’ll drag you out of bed.”

bakugou, now with all the strength in his body, begins to walk away from you.

your flicker down to watch his tight ass and the words come out before you can stop them, “katsuki, haven’t you forgotten something?”

he turns with wide eyes. he wants you to ask him, to say it. he’s quick to walk back to you and you bite back a laugh.

“what?”

“a goodnight kiss, chief.” you reach up on your tiptoes with a tilt to your head.

not what he wanted specifically but he won’t say no.

“calling me that will get you in trouble, princess.”

“why? everyone calls you that.”

he slides a hand to your lower back, then over your ass before yanking you into his chest. it’s intimate so quickly, his touch soothing the burning under your skin. he’s everything you want, the only person you need. 

bakugou speaks lowly in your ear, “we both know you don’t mean it in the same way.”

you shrug, blissfully sighing the feeling of your nipples against his bare chest, “kiss me, husband?”

katsuki happily indulges in you like tomorrow isn’t promised. you open your mouth eagerly, leaving no space for him to peck your lips like he tried earlier. bakugou licks inside your mouth like he’s trying to consume you, drink up enough of you to last him until breakfast. you moan into his mouth and the sound serves as a green light to push you against the door. his thigh shoves between your legs and you fight the instinct to grind against him.

bakugou pulls away out of breath, one of his arms coming to rest above your head. he looms over you and your lips are dragging back to his. he smells like nature, like fresh grass and the lavender that falls into the lake. you’re sure you smell the same.

“if you want somethin’ from me, ask for it, princess.” he breathes, deep and growly. you don’t miss katsuki’s very visible arousal and yours is hard to fight. you keep your hands around his neck so you don’t end up repeating earlier.

“take me to your room, katsuki,” you tug him down to your face, initiating a kiss for the first time. your lips land on his in a fiery rush and he meets you with the same passion. you’re biting on his bottom lip, clawing at his skin to pull him even closer as he tilts his head to suck on your tongue. you’re not sure if you can ever get enough of him now you’ve got a taste and you’re happy to know he’ll always come back to sedate you.

bakugou growls against your lips, his cock twitching against your stomach. your sigh becomes a whine for more.

“i should’ve never waited so long to touch you,” and his voice opens a new door of hunger for this man as he presses his nose into your cheek.

“why didn’t you just take me there at the beginning!?” you bite and bakugou is quick you manhandle you around, pushing you by the hips down the corridor to his room at the end of the hallway.

“i like seein’ you ask me, so cute and polite. unlike when you’re tryin’ to snap at me, like a needy brat,” you slap his chest behind you but he’s so thickly skinned he barely feels it. you tilt your head up and the smile that’s across his lips is sublime. sharp white teeth that bruised your neck earlier with pink lips that are now yours to kiss. 

everything happens in a blink of an eye, shuffling down the hallway, the lust flitting through your body, even the feeling of his hands roaming your skin is a boost of energy. his feet brush against yours and he’s hard as a pole against your ass. “i am not a needy brat!”

his laugh rumbles down your ear as he leans over you to open his bedroom door. you fixate on how his fingers wrap around the doorknob, how he presses everything against you.

“i haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you since i first saw you. all this arguin’, actin’ like you’re better than me, gettin’ naked for me… you’re needy for something, aren’t you?” bakugou shoves you in his bedroom and you’re quick to be pressed against his door. it’s too dark to see anything in his room, minus the candle light by his bed. “you want something only i can give you.”

“and what’s that?” you arch your hips towards him, not disguising how you’re dying to meet him. a carnal rush floods you, ready to claw his skin to drag him as close as possible. 

bakugou’s laugh is cocky, like the answer to your question is self explanatory. a lamplight with a small flame light his ruby red eyes, turning them into molten lava. his hands rest on the door beside your head and he leans into you, giving you what you want. your whine is sweet when his cock rubs against your clit and you waste no time, grabbing him in your hand to fit between your thighs. he’s thick, the girth you only felt in your hands before, even bigger between your legs. 

a harsh grunt comes from bakugou at your touch, adoring how your hands now roam his body. fingertips on his spine, his ass, arms and chest. he becomes all breathy, overwhelmed, ripples of muscle shaking every time he exhales. you do this to him, breaking him down until he’s just a lump of nerves. 

“actually, i think you’re the needy one, katsuki,” 

bakugou grips your thigh in his large palm tightly, yanking up your leg so your knee is pressed to your chest. you yelp when he manoeuvres you though it all turns into whimpers as he grinds his cock between your legs, hitting your clit perfectly. you knock your head back on the door behind you and bakugou grinds down on his teeth, hips thrusting uncontrolled.

“you fuckin’ drive me insane. you’re everywhere, can’t pay attention to shit anymore,” one hand sneaks up your chest to squeeze your breast and a moan falls from your lips. 

your heart pounds with the admission, from his touches, “fuck me, katsuki but you gotta pull out. d-don’t want…”

“yeah, yeah can’t have you knocked up for the wedding,” he buts in, holding his cock in his fist and guiding it to the space between your legs.

“and i thought you wanted to save sex for after the wedding,” you wrap your arms tight around his neck, licking across his ear in a frenzy. bakugou rumbles in your arms and as soon as he meets your hole, it’s like air is sucked from the room.

“oh fuck, princess.”

you inhale deeply, feeling pleasure scorch through your body with a bite of pain. he’s massive, stretching you wide and he’s moving so slow. grinding up into you inch by inch as if he’s trying not to hurt you. you can tell it’s taking all his control though you want nothing more for him to be rough with you. to really fuck you like a chief would, like your husband would.

bakugou’s reached a whole other plane of existence. this is what it means to have feelings for the person you have sex with, to feel like you’re learning more about the other by being inside them. his breath is hot on your skin, pupils searching yours to see if you’re feeling the same. 

the need is palpable in the air, for more, for everything. you curl your hand over the back of his neck, dragging his lips to yours. 

“harder, fuck me harder, chief,” you demand and bakugou replies by pressing his lips to yours and doing what you say.

he’s all over you, starting a rhythm that would have your head rolling if he wasn’t kissing you so hard. you’re complete pleasure, hands raking through his hair, over his shoulders. his cock kisses your softest parts, again and again and again, so much of him inside of you that your breath halts in your throat.

“how is fuckin’ everythin’ about you so…,” a wet kiss lands on your jaw, then another with a swift flick of his hips making you whine, “so perfect.”

there’s no logical thought in bakugou’s head as he slides his hands under your ass and immediately your legs reach around his waist. it’s uncoordinated with the rest of the world but together, you’re in unison as your lips find each others again, sucking desperately in order to find out more. he holds all your weight effortlessly in his hands, carrying you to press against the curtains on the other side of the room. 

he swears he’s trying to get to the bed but you’re so tight, so wet around him it feels heavenly. you’re against the curtains now, and with every deep thrust he gives, you fall further and further away from the realities of life, especially the sound of ripping from above you.

“oh god,” your voice shakes, meeting him with every thrust and you think your pleasure is capped until he begins to thumb at your clit. rubbing slow circles at a completely different speed to his cock. “you’re too big.”

bakugou’s chuckle vibrates down your eardrum and you chase his lips for another connection, “you know how to boost my ego, huh?”

to his delight, you drawl in a tone so sweet, “it’s true. so big.”

there’s no chance to reply when with reflexes faster than light, bakugou’s hand cradles your head to his chest and rushes you over to his bed, right before his curtains crash to the ground.

bakugou pays no mind to it, his hand drifting back to your clit and he coats your neck in his teeth marks. it’s so much easier to fuck you on his bed, your hair circling you, his knee sinking into his mattress and pulling one of his pillows to stuff under your lower back.

“did we just?” you can barely pay attention with how your eyes flutter shut at every kiss though it’s hard to ignore the massive uncovered window before you, showing the midnight sky ahead. you’re lucky this area of his house is private so nobody would be able to see what you’re doing.

your back arches, heat coiling tight in your stomach as his thumb speeds up against your clit. it’s a lot, “you made me break and rip the curtains, princess.”

“m-me? you’re the animal, throwing me ah-around!” you manage, though there’s no bite behind your words, instead you’re sinking your fingers into his hair, keeping his face close above yours.

“you love it, princess.”

katsuki is beautiful, rough edges, scars and marks against your softer curves and skin. your thumbs smooth against his eyebrows and you come to an understanding looking into his carmine eyes. 

he flicks his thumb, and you gasp, mouth wide, “i’m gonna, i’m gonna c—,”

“i know, i know,” he soothes, squeezing your thigh, “i’ve got you.”

you never finish your sentence as shudders shake your body. your legs tighten around his waist when the starlight pleasure flushes your entire body, lighting you up from the inside. you think you’re scratching his back with your nails though the only words you catch him saying are rough mumbles of, “beautiful, so fuckin’ beautiful,” before he gets hit with the same pleasure. 

bakugou keeps his forearm by your head, careful to not crush you with his weight. he pulls out of you like he promised, white spluttering over your stomach and breasts. he tugs at his cock thrice with a growl and clenched eyes, the sweet release seeping out of his limbs and swapping with exhaustion.

you tire him, rendering undone like nothing has ever done before. he's careful to fall on the bed beside you, coming back to earth by yanking you into his chest for a cuddle.

“so that was good,” you muffle against his chest, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

bakugou doesn’t think he’s laughed so much in a single day, or even smiled. a chuckle erupts from him, pushing loose strands of hair off his face and looking over at you, already looking at him.

“good? don’t lie to me, honey.”

you run your finger along his collarbones, “you’re right, it was okay.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, grasping your chin in his hand and waving your head around. your giggles fill the room and bakugou feels his chest expand with fresh air. 

 “why are you still tryin’ to fuck with me?” he’s breathless. not from the sex, just from how happiness looks on you.

you pull his hand from your chin with barely any resistance, curling his fingers with your hand and laying his fist to your chest.

“it’s fun,” you grin and you’re so kissable above him that he finds himself pouting his lips just so that you can kiss him again. you whisper, “i loved it.”

“yeah?” he flicks his eyes down to the drying release on your stomach, “i’ll ask for them to boil some water. i’ll clean you up.”

“or we could go again?” you rub your thigh against his, your hand moving to cradle the side of his head. “me on top this time?”

bakugou doesn’t know how to say no to you, maybe he could have forced one last week but not now with the moonlight lighting up from behind you, making you glow like an angel. he also just doesn’t want to say no. he wants you again, he doesn’t think he’ll ever not.

you look almost shy, biting down on your lip though your need for him is so strong, you’re not afraid to ask.

“don’t be goin’ shy on me, princess,” he hums, “i’ll give you anythin’.”

your eyebrows rise, “you’d let me be on top?”

“course i would. why wouldn’t i?”

you shrug, getting on your knees to straddle his waist, “you don’t seem the type to be okay with being submissive.”

his hands rest on your thighs when you settle and you run your hands up the hard curves of his chest, “you being on top doesn’t mean i’m gonna be submissive below you. i’m still gonna fuck you.”

his blunt words have the coil in your stomach tighten all over again, warming up and spreading like a forest fire. you reach behind you to grasp at his half hard cock, holding him tightly. he shows no reaction minus the twitch in your palm.

“i could be submissive for you, let you have your way with me. talk how you’d like,” he slides a hand up to grasp at your breast, pinching your perked nipple between two fingertips, “not today though.”

you’re like a mewling cat, curling into his palm for more of his touch. you lift your hips, slowly sinking onto his cock and getting used to the stretch of him at a whole new angle.

“oh god,” you screech unexpectedly, rolling in the fact you feel him growing inside you, getting harder by the second.

“katsuki. i thought you didn’t wanna see me as a deity,” he chuckles amused before thrusting upwards and having you fall forward, hands bracing on his chest.

“katsuki!”

“shit, you’re the prettiest thing. all for me. gonna get me addicted,” he blurts every thought on his mind, the feeling of your warmth completely sheathing him overwhelming.

you already look fucked out your mind, barely remembering how you wanted to fuck him. you lift your hips and begin bouncing on his cock, flinging your head back and whining when every touch touches your spot without fail.

“right there, honey?” and he sounds so sickly sweet, honey down your throat as he drags you down by the back of your neck to kiss him. it’s messy and wet, his tongue out to lick across yours.

“i can’t be a good, fuck, a good husband if you don’t talk to me.” 

“feels so good, katsuki,” you say, the squelching sound of your wetness louder than your voice, “i think i’m gonna die.”

another laugh chases through him, his hands dipping down to squeeze your ass, “you’re not dying on me, honey.”

sex with bakugou is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. so completely devastating in the most beautiful way. you moan like a whore when he roughly squeezes your asscheeks and your eyes clench shut when a finger, lubricated in your own wetness, rubs circles against your asshole.

katsuki pays attention, watching every reaction to be sure you won’t be able to even joke saying that sex is okay with him. 

“you like when i touch your ass, princess?” your head is stuffed in his neck, wailing loud enough he’s sure the maids and servants must be able to hear, “my wife is a dirty girl.”

“i-i’m not,” you murmur, unsure to correct him on the wife or dirty part.

he keeps at the circles with his finger, rutting his hips up every time you try to fuck back into him. he’s stronger, movements filled with so much more power, that your body shakes. you’re so close to bursting. 

bakugou can tell you’re close, “say you are and i’ll let you come.”

you try to lift up, “you’re so annoying.”

he grins, punctuating his comment was a thrust, “c’mon.”

you bite down on your lip, the burning hot need killing you.

it’s a whisper, “i’m a dirty girl.”

“that’s not what i want.” he presses on your ass and you gasp. so close.

“i’m your dirty wife,” you’re unable to bite at him, instead your teeth find the meat of his shoulder as your orgasm rushes through you with ocean size waves.

bakugou stuffs an inch of his finger in your ass, and you burst, clenching around his cock so tight, he’s calling out to whatever god is listening so he doesn’t come inside you.

the pleasure feels unreal. rattling down to your fingertips, clearing your head like you’re walking through clouds. there are no thoughts but this beautiful man below you. 

when you’re finished, body limp on his, he’s quick to roll you off him, coming all over his chest. 

you’re all sweaty and sticky, not even bothering to lay back in his arms though he can’t help but find your hand and kiss it softly.

“i want you with me all day tomorrow.”

“katsuki—,” you start but he continues.

“i wanna feed you the best shit i can get, have you meet daisy properly, meet my friends, properly take you into the village. i’ll get the key for the library too,” he breathes in a rush. he rolls his head to face you, “i meant what i said, i’m gonna be the best for you.”

your smile is sleepy, “i don’t doubt it but i think most of tomorrow might be in bed.”

his eyes shine, “you’re insatiable. my cock is that good?”

you push his face with your fingers, “no stupid, i’m probably going to ache tomorrow.”

his adoration for you doesn’t leave, “it’s the same question, princess. my cock is that good?”

you huff though you don’t fight your smile.

“i’ll look after you. i’ll get some hot water to clean us up for now and we can bathe in the morning.”

bakugou sits up, raking his hand through his hair and resting his other on your thigh.

“okay,” you’re glowing, cheeks raised.

then he’s up and off, shoving on some old cloths not before turning around to check you haven’t magically disappeared from the bed. you obviously haven’t, though you’re resting on your forearms looking out the curtainless window. you feel him staring so you look at him again.

“yes?”

bakugou grunts, rubbing his face roughly like it will wake him up out of his new lovesickness over his fiancé.

“nothin’. don’t leave,” he moves to shut the door behind him but he still hears you call out.

“this is my home! where else would i go?”

bakugou needs to stop this stupid grin before his servants think he’s actually under a spell… who’s he fooling? they all heard your screams earlier.

I LOVE YOUR WRITING OMG ITS SOO GOOD !! 🤍🤍

i wanted to req doing a skincare routine w gojo, like asking him to lay down so you could do it. if that makes sense 😭😭

(i thought it would be so cutee !! pref a fem reader)

NIGHTS LIKE THESE

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

Satoru just enjoying getting pampered by his wife.

[ Note ] : ahhh u are so very kind 😖💗 i lovee the idea of skincare w gojo sm!! he deserves to be pampered like a royal puppy

He's all for it when you suggest doing a skincare routine on him. I mean, laying down and letting your soft hands work out the tension in his face with some nice smelling products? Yes, please. That's exactly what he needs on a Friday night after teaching martial arts to his students all day.

"What's this?" he asks for each product in your hands. He doesn't eye them out suspiciously, he just accepts whatever you're putting on his face.

He's in this love-ditzy state tonight... oh, maybe it's just the strong blossom scent flooding in through the windows putting him in that state.

"This is a face mask... I'll put it on, then peel it off in fifteen minutes..." you're murmuring slowly, voice soft as you focus on smearing the sparkly gelatinous liquid over the curve of his cheek."

"Mmm..." he hums in acknowledgement to what you said, eyes closing.

His hair is put out of the way by a pink makeup headband; it's the one he bought for you at the beginning of the year, that Sailor Moon one. It just has a crescent moon on the center.

Satoru wiggles his feet and rests his finger-locked hands on his stomach, relishing in the attention you're giving him.

There's a serene silence as you apply the face mask with carefulness — you're trying to make it that perfectly rounded mask.

"... you're so gentle." Satoru comments, smiling to himself. "It's nice... getting pampered by my pretty wife. I think this is the meaning of life." he says in a low rasp. You can hear how tired he is after teaching all day in the hot sun.

"What, the meaning of life is... getting a face mask put on you?" you chuckle.

"Being with you." he replies.

You soften your brows and look down at him with love. He's still got his eyes closed so he can't see your loving look. It's okay. He can feel your love radiating.

"Well aren't you sappy..." you tease. He smiles.

He knows he's sappy, but you like it, don't you? And he means it. His meaning of life is being with you.

"I'm done, by the way."

"OOH let me see."

He checks his reflection in his phone camera, and you know snaps a picture with you while he's at it. You complain that he's gotten your bad side, and that he has to take it again, but he's giggling like a mischievous kid.

You sigh and look at him. "Of course... of course you look good in a face mask."

"Uhhh yeah duh I look good in everything." he responds cockily, then adds, "... you look good in everything, too."

"Ah shut it!" you giggle, and the sound makes his heart lurch.

"Mmm, it's true." he leans in, giving you a lopsided kiss, "Thank you, baby. Anyways... this stuff smells so good... is it edible?"

"No, it's not. So don't eat it."

He eats a little to mess with you. Then scrunches his whole face at the chemical taste.

"Satoru why are you like this." you shake your head. "Anyways... I'll cut some cucumbers for your eyes." you say, turning to the tiny cutting board that you put on top of a pillow.

"Yay, cucumber time." he says like a five-year-old. "It's not bigger than mine, is it?" he eyes out the cucumber you're taking into your hands.

"Satoru!" you laugh scoldingly.

He lets you cut the cucumber in peace, not wanting to talk in case he distracts you. But the way he stares at you, with his fists tucked under his chin and that star-struck look in his eyes, he distracts you anyways, and you nearly slice your finger.

Satoru's a different kind of beautiful. That's apparent from the first time you meet him, but you realize it during times like this; when you're snuggled up in your dim-lit bedroom. The clear face mask glitters a bit, you can see it drying.

"Don't touch it. It's drying."

"Sorryyy."

You shake your head at him. Then you catch him trying to touch his face again.

"Ooh, I can feel the little stars in it."

"Satoru, let it dry. Lay back. I'm covering your eyes..."

"... ooh, kinky."

You sigh, he smiles — he's so happy that he can be an absolute idiot around you and yet you still love him. How'd an obnoxious idiot like him get a tender, loving woman like you? I guess, 'cause he's god's favorite, I mean... with the Six Eyes and Limitless bestowed on him, of course he'd be sent an earth angel too, just to protect his sanity. You're very much his sanctuary, the refuge he seeks when responsibility whips his back.

The soothing cucumber slices cover his eyes now.

Laying and letting you pamper him like this makes him feel so at peace, he's becomes drowsy, and soon falls asleep. Soft snores sound from him. He's so utterly soft and gentle while he sleeps, you wouldn't think he's the strongest.

You decide to not wake him, and just peel the face mask off him gently once the fifteen minutes passes.

He just sleeps like a baby while you finish the routine. A soft, radiant glow adorns his cheekbones. His chest rises and falls like a calm tide.

That's your husband; a hyper, sleep-deprived, overworked and overburdened man who lives for the nights you do these sweet things with him.

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Shhh everybody, he’s sleeping (he’s knocked out)

happy birthday geto

Do you know how to dance?

🌀summary: dancing under the rain with your husband as a stress relief

Pairing: soft husband jungkook x student fem!reader

Rating: 13+

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: nothing just two people enjoying the sky cry

You sighed exhaustively. “What is the result?” Jungkook asked, with eager eyes. “I failed.” You whisper and look down while tears fill your eyes. “I worked so hard.” You said biting your lower lip and controlling yourself to burst into tears. You felt his warm hands on your shoulders, “it’s okay, you tried your best. An exam does not justify your worth.” He says softly, a little awkward at the same time. He wants to hug you, but he’s scared he might make you uncomfortable. You’re not that close to being affectionate with each other without hesitation. He’s a little heartbroken as well, because you’ve worked your ass off for this exam, to pass in this and hopefully get your dream job.

“Yeah…” you say as you get up and go to your room, closing the door. He sighs. He gets it, you need some time alone. Maybe a few cries even. But everything will be alright in some time. He rubbed his forehead and eyes. Even the weather is all moody and cloudy today. Jungkook makes some soup as he watches the clouds thunder. He fills himself some coffee as he sips it while he watches the weather outside. He hears the bedroom door unlock as he sees you walk to the washroom. He can hear light sniffs, his heart shatters as he sighs. Maybe you’d like some coffee to get rid of your headache or something.

The rain started to pour lightly, tip tap noises echoing against the ground as he made you some coffee. He heard the washroom go lock and feel your steps against the warm wood floor in the hallway. “How are you feeling now?” He said, without looking back as he heard the doors of the backyard slide open. He lowered his eyebrows as he took the coffee and mixed it in the warm milk, turning off the machine. He turns around to see you under the heavy rain, he quickly walks out in the heavy pouring rain. “Y/n?” You were soaked by now as you slowly opened your eyes and looked at him.

He rapidly blinks and blush a little at your wet skin and white shirt. It is see through but gladly you’re not wearing a bright inner wear to make things awkward. He does nothing but stare at you, he’s drenched by now as well. “We should go inside or we’ll…catch a cold.” He softly whispers, his bangs sticking to his face. You chuckled and looked down, water dripping down your cheeks and nose. He smiles too, “you go. I’ll stay here.” You said smiling as he bit his lower lip. “No seriously. I can’t..afford you getting sick.” You giggled. “Seriously!?” You say turning your feet and walking far away from him.

His blue shirt is pleasing to the eyes. He hums loud enough for you to hear. He sees you giggling and twirling. A tender feeling creeping in his chest, his stomach doing weird things that makes him blush. He can’t take his eyes off you. “Then we can get sick together.” You murmured to his previous hums. He chuckled, his eyes crinkling a little. Why does he feel so…light? As if he’s gonna fly away in the air and vanish. His cheeks are blushing furiously for no reason. He’s still getting soaked wet in the pouring rain. “How can I go when you’re here?” He muttered, only for himself to hear.

“You know how to dance?” You asked as he nodded, “you have your phone?” You asked as he nodded, taking out his phone. You smiled. “So you want to slow dance?” He asks as you nod like a child with a smile. He opens his phone and plays a song. You smiled and approached him, his heart beating so fast when he could smell your cologne. “I hope you didn’t lie about dancing because I don’t know how to dance.” You say as he chuckled, wrapping his palms on your waist. You see his brown orbs, “your eyes are beautiful…” you whisper slightly blushing as he bites down a wide smile. “Thanks, I guess?”

He says moving your bodies, taking you off guard. You stepped on his feet, “I’m sorry.” You say with an awkward smile as he just smiled dreamily. Yes dreamily, jeon jungkook is made of dreams. The way he smiles, he gaze, he sleeps, he pouts, he eats, he breathes. His existence is like a love song, the more you listen, the more you get addicted.

Sometimes you wonder why he would marry you. You’re not special, you’re not far in life, you lack beauty and communication skills. And you admit you’re not that interesting. “You’re so interesting.” He says as he twirls you slowly, “careful.” He says as he pushes back a stone with his bare toe. “Am I?” You ask as you get back into the position. He hums, your heart beats faster whenever he’s that near. He even smells so good. “Who would’ve thought five years ago that I'd be dancing with my wife under the rain.” You giggled, “true, you gotta admit this is the best thing you experienced.” You say with a smug smile.

His smile just keeps widening, “I do. This is the best thing I discovered and I hope we keep doing it in the future when our kids are parents and we’re still dancing in the rain.” He teases making you giggle loudly, your hair brushing his face making hair stood up on his skin. He slightly gulps, perhaps having you so near might be a danger for him. “Amazing joke.” You say inhaling as he does nothing just sways your body. “What? No! It’s not a joke.” He says making you smile. He makes you twirl again as you crash in his arms for him to firmly hold you and pick you up.

Strangely, you didn’t panic that much and just closed your eyes feeling the water droplets against your skin. A smile placed on your lips as he twirls you in his arms and puts you down. The song is far more finished and no one really cares about music anymore. You smile widely, your heart at a fast pace as you take long breaths.

The euphoria is still there, your mind in a beautiful haze. You feel like flying. Jungkook eyes you with a soft gaze, his smile is wide as he admires you. His chest heaving up and down as you crash your head on his shoulder, clutching his soaked blue sweatshirt. “Thanks..” you whisper and feel his palm on your waist, “for what?”

He asks, “for being the best husband? Person? In my life?” He presses his lips together. “As I deserve to hear this.” He feels all tingly when he feels you chuckle against his skin. His cheeks are a furious shade of pink. He looks up at the cloudy sky, “the rain has stopped.”

You look up as well with a smile and closed eyes, feeling the light breeze on your cheeks. “You wanna have some coffee?” He offers as you nod while you smile cunningly. “Yes, please.” He chuckled as you both went inside and changed your clothes and enjoyed hot coffee while watching a movie.

wrong time | jjk

⏤ pairing: jungkook x female reader

⏤ genre: parent au, exes to lovers, ceo au, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: dilf!jungkook, tattooed!jungkook, swearing, mention of breakup, mention of jk being a fuckboy, broken hearts, nervousness, communication issues, mention of going through a dark period, oc wasn’t really nice, mention of sickness, mention of the hard side of parenthood, jk and oc are workalcoholics, the closure conversation, mention of sex, mention of death, mention of grief, mention of cheating,  sexual tension, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, nipple play, pet names, penetrative sex, protected sex, rough sex, and creampie

⏤ words: 13,986

⏤ summary: meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?  

⏤ author’s note: wrong time is finally all yours! i actually can’t believe it’s finally posted after almost a year of work! but it also makes me incredibly happy to release it. the past year has been a crazy year and this fic is a reflection of all that. most of the things mentioned in the fic are things that i experienced so this makes wrong time even more special to my heart 💞 i really want to thank my nikki @xpeachesncream​ for her support, i know i couldn’t have done it without her! 💞 enjoy the fic & let me know what you thought of it!💞 

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