kaminari's a loud and outgoing man, like the fucking energizer bunny, but when he comes home and just throws his stuff on the floor without uttering nothing but a low hey babe to you, you already know that he had a long and tiring day at work, so what's better then catering to your baby?
your hands were flat against his chest as you bounced up and down his fat dick, feeling his mushroom tip kiss your cervix with every slam of your hips back to his. kaminari's hands were placed on your hips as he threw his head back into the mattress, letting out a few whimpers. you lean forward and press your soft lips against his neck, sucking and biting as you grind your hips deeper on his dick.
"fuck baby, you ride this dick s-so fucking good," he breaths out while digging his fingernails into your hips. "i got you kami’" you kiss his jawline before straightening up again, picking up the pace of your bounces, "let me take care of you"
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Warnings: cowboy or girl idk! vi, saloon girl! reader, protective vi, marking, lil degradation, mostly praise, secret relationship, sex in the back, kissing, tit slapping, lil eating out
Genre: smut
A/n: something short n’ sweet! Hope y’all enjoy ིྀ
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Your occupation is to look good, sling liquor and keep an eye on the black jack table.
People think you’re too naive for the last drop, like you belong in another place. Vi says you belong in heaven.
“Angel” is all that hits your ears when her lips are pressed against it. When her leather clad fingers dig into your greedy cunt.
You have to shake that off as you serve drinks. Boobs jiggle as you walk in your lowered corset. A sweet smile spreads across your face when you see Vi and her crew walk through those doors.
Lanterns shading her face as those powder blue eyes land on you. Those fingers you’ve known for some time take a toothpick out of her crooked scar ridden lips.
“Angel, a couple shots” she says as she took her usual booth. Always happy to oblige your girl, you bring them over.
“You’re show’n em tonight” vi mutters as her eyes stare at your breast.
“You don’t think it looks cute? Everyone here cares about boobs n’ bourbon.” You lean over a little, the amulet you’re wearing (given to you by vi) seeping into the crucifix of your breast.
“I care about fuckin’ that attitude out of your system” she whispers as she stands. You stand up straight, “meet me in the back in five” you whisper as you tap her belt buckle.
That display of affection (and need for attention) had your back pressed against the wall and all your weight supported on her shoulders. Vi on her knees, face deep into your cunt. Eyes never once leaving yours. Studying how you’re now bare breast bounce. Amulet shining in the dark.
She had you so close to release before she pulled away biting your inner thigh, over and over before purple spread onto your brown skin.
“Please I wanna cum” you pout as she put you down.
“Shut up” she slapped your tit, causing you to yip. “Did you not hear me?” She slapped harder and you tried to keep yourself quiet. Vi only satisfied when you took it like a good slut with tears pricking your eyes.
“When you come back out, whats’s mine should be covered.” She wipes down any traces of her off of you.
“Kiss?” You whisper before she parts, knowing you won’t see her till deep into the night.
She holds your face tenderly, kissing you soft and slow. Just how you like.
“Shit — You grippin’ me baby…I knew all that badmouthing was just an act — This pussy so good…”
Obscene sounds of skin on skin filled the room, echoing through the wide halls of the palace. The Wakandan heat was palpable, emitting sweat from your pores that ran down your skin, tricking down and mixing at your privates.
Your ass was in the air, and Erik Killmonger – the new king of Wakanda – was behind you. His hands were firm on your waist, pressing into the small of your back as he thrust into you. The carnal act was set under the golden sunset, which perfectly illuminated the ripples of the flesh of your ass with every thrust.
Killmonger had always been ambitious; ruthless even, and now that he’d conquered entire lands, it was time for him to focus on you.
He wanted an heir.
And as his bride, you were going to give it to him.
Horny was an understatement. Erik took you anywhere and everywhere; once in sacred waters, with your back against stone walls and one leg around his waist as he held you up, dew from the waterfall tracing the patterns on his back. Another time he had you on his lap, thighs spread as you rode him on the throne, right into the morning sun.
And now you were face down gripping the sheets, fully nude except for the antique wedding ring on your finger. With a sharp smack, you lurched forward, losing your balance.
“You runnin’ from me?” He leered, baring his teeth as he smirked. “You ain’t never had no dick like this, huh?”
Between moans, you shook your head, throat dry as you tried to find the words.
“N-No—“
“Nuh-uh, none of that mumbling shit,” he cut you off. “Lemme hear it. Tell me who owns this.”
Clamping down on your lip, your chest constricted as the weight of his words weighed on you. The sex was good – painfully good – and Erik was undoubtedly hot, but your submission hadn’t come easy. Though you had no ties to Wakanda, you were one of Xavier’s mutants and had heard of the destruction he’d caused to those of the nation, simply for disagreeing with him.
That was why he’d sought you out; a mutant and a mercenary-turned-King would make a powerful baby…essentially ensuring the country’s status for generations.
Protection was one thing, yes, but your freedom was far more important, especially when it came to a man like Erik. You’d resisted him at first, to which he’d replied with a strong hand around your throat and a dagger pressed against your back as he held you against him.
“You might be all high n’ mighty now, but those people ain’t your friends. You belong here with the rest of us. I ain’t gonna let you forget where your real family is, princess. Never.”
You hated giving him the satisfaction, but you inevitably ended up eating your words.
“Shit…” you groaned, torso heavy as you felt Erik raise one leg, thrusting into you harder. His balls were heavy on your soppy wet cunt as he grunted profanities of his own, a thumb lingering dangerously close to your star of your ass. “ ‘S good…So good…Nobody could fuck me like you can—“
“That’s right,” he hummed, voice smooth. Sneakily, he pressed his thumb against your hole, the pressure sending a tingle through your loins. “Say it again. Say my name this time.”
“E-Erik—“ you breathed, the lower half of your body seemingly on fire. “T-This fucking dick is so good, Erik…”
“You just eatin me up…This ass’ so perfect—“ he sneered, brown eyes ravenous as he spread the fat of your cheeks, admiring the way your tight cunt swallowed all six-something inches of his cock.
He was balls deep now, but he could see his cock glistening with your juices at his base, vein throbbing as he felt himself beginning to lose control. His thick black locs blurred his sight as they fell in his face, unruly, forcing him to sit back and let your ass envelop him once more.
Each of his bulging muscled seemed to twitch, and you could’ve sworn that you felt your pussy quiver with anticipation as he called out the words:
“Fuck, babygirl. You drivin’ me crazy. ‘M gonna fill this pussy up, hm? You gon’ give me a baby?”
“Yes, w-whatever you want — ugh!”
You garbled, unable to comprehend the words that were leaving your mouth. Your walls clenched as his fat tip hit that sensitive spot, sending you crashing down almost instantly as he came with you with a loud groan.
Hot and heavy, he shot ropes of white ribbons into your sensitive cunt, languid strokes making pornographic squelching sounds as he fucked it into you, ensuring that you didn’t waste a drop. Erik’s grip on your skin was certainly enough to leave a bruise on you tomorrow, combined with the soreness of your ass cheeks.
Somewhat uncharacteristically, Erik leant down to place a chaste kiss along the small of your back and up your spine; chest dense and heaving as he practically collapsed on you, cock still inside.
“You doin’ so good for me, mama…” he cooed, briefly glancing at the sunset in-front of him, now casting brilliant shadows within the bedroom. You couldn’t see it, but there was a smug gleam in his deep brown eyes that would’ve told you instantly that he probably wasn’t done for the night.
Marching band au because I’m a band kid lolsies <3
“C’mon, you’re gonna miss the bus!!”
Mina’s voice floated through the air as you fumbled around your school bag for your edge control.
“I can’t find my gel! I won’t fit my hair in my hat!” You shouted back, grumbling before deciding f it and taking the whole bag with you to not earn a scolding from Coach Aizawa.
You jogged up to one of the buses and hurried on with your instrument, marching uniform, and backpack before plopping in a seat.
“Why didn’t you just slick it down this morning?” Mina teases and slides into the seat with you, setting your uniform and instrument into the seat she was originally in.
“I woke up late and I couldn’t do it at lunch” you huff and shuffle through your bag for a soft bristle brush and your gel, along with a couple of hair ties.
“Aww, poor y/n,” she grins and grabs the products from your hands “here, I’ll help you but you have to zip up my uniform for me.” You agree and turn your back to her so she can slick your hair into a high ponytail.
The class arrives to the stadium 20 minutes early, allowing time for everyone to eat, get uniforms on, instruments set up, and socialize.
You, Mina, Uraraka, and Asui all go to the food stands and chat over well overpriced hotdogs and burgers.
After everyone finishes eating and getting ready Aizawa calls everyone to the field to practice drill before the football game starts. After practicing everyone goes up into the stands to get ready for the stand tunes that play before the halftime performance.
You, being a trumpet (sorry if you hate trumpets, i do too), end up close to the percussion section directly behind Bakugo who, very obviously, looks like he doesn’t want to be there with his normal scowl on his face.
You smile, pretending to be listening to whatever dumb twitter post Kaminari was rambling to you about but in reality you were watching a certain hothead shout and threaten Kirishima.
“And then-… y/n?.. y/n?!” He snaps his fingers to get your attention. You jump slightly and look at him embarrassed, heat pooling in your face.
“sorry Kami, what were you saying?” You apologize softly and give him your attention. Kaminari grins slightly and speaks quietly.. well quiet for him and points at Bakugo.
“You starin’ at Bakubro? He totally has a thing for you, y’know,” he grins wider before continuing. “Me and Kirishima catch him staring at you during practice all the time and-“
he gets so caught up in rambling about how much Bakugo likes you that he doesn’t notice the blonde boy clenching his fists with his face red in anger behind him.
“Um.. Kami?..” you try to get his attention, pointing behind him.
“I mean come ON y/n, he likes you so much Stevie wonder could see it! I mean-“ he keeps rambling.
“…Denki.. i think you should-“
“I should what?! Stop telling you about how you’re the love of his li-“
“YOU OVERGROWN BATTERY PACK IM GONNA BLAST YOUR ASS TO HELL!” Bakugo finally snaps and jumps at Kaminari.
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After the football game and a successful performance the class gets treated to a trip to the local ice cream shop while Aizawa took a nap on one of the buses.
You and Mina lean against the wall outside of the store and talk about what happened earlier.
“I can’t stop thinking about it y’know?” You mumble while eating a scoop of ice cream before continuing,
“like, Kami is dumb most of the time and I don’t really believe most of what comes out of his mouth but the Bakugo reacted makes me think he wasn’t lyin’.”
Mina smiles widely and nudges your arm, “he’s totally in to you, especially is he reacted like that. Bakubae’s a hothead but if he didn’t like you i don’t think he would’ve been red like that” she explains before licking her ice cream cone.
“I dunno, he could’ve been red because he was mad, I’d be mad if someone accused me of liking someone i didn’t like too.. I’d be pissy.. as fuck” you eat another spoon full of ice cream and glance at Bakugo before looking at Mina.
“Girl, don’t make me punch you.”
You laugh softly and walk with her to throw away the trash you had from the snacks.
“You should totally go talk to him, he’s not gonna blow up on you i pinky promise”
You finally sigh and lock your pinky with hers before smoothing out your ponytail and walking over to the blond hottie.
He notices you walking over to him and in an attempt at being nonchalant leans against the wall he was near but only resulted in making his melting popsicle fall onto the ground below him, earning a giggle from you as you stand right in front of him.
“Hey, Bakugo,” you start with a shy smile.
He looks at you, his face slightly red with embarrassment, “hey..” he grunts before glancing back at the ground and kicking at a rock on the ground.
“I’m sorry about earlier.. Kaminari didn’t mean it i don’t think”
he grunts again, his face deepening in red “don’t apologize for that damn idiot,” his eyes looking back up at you.
You smile wider and giggle softly “right.. um..”
Both of you stand in awkward silence before Bakugo clears his throat and speaks up.
“I’ll buy you another ice cream..” he stands up straight and rubs the back of his neck.
“O-oh you don’t have to-“
“I want to.” He says firmly before walking back into the shop, you jogging slightly to catch up.
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You and Bakugo share a cup of ice cream, albeit you both awkwardly share a few words nervously and glance at each other before shyly looking away.
It was charming but not fast enough for you so when it’s time to leave you sit next to him on the bus instead of Mina but she gave you a thumbs up for encouragement.
While on the bus you start to make small talk with Bakugo, earning a few grunts of agreement, nods, and words back while you talk. It’s mostly you speaking but you can tell he’s listening and he’s okay with you rambling about nonsense.
You notice him look at your lips and blush deeply before looking away a couple of times but don’t say anything about it, it’d be embarrassing if you said something and you were wrong anyway.
When the buses get back to the school everyone starts pooling into the building, changing and leaving for the night. A couple students stay to help percussion put away their things and help Aizawa put away props from the performance.
You and Bakubae ended up being the last two in the building because in complete coincidence and not the laziness of my writing Aizawa forgot about you two and went home.
You rolled in the last set of chimes and wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead before looking up at Bakugo. “Where does this one go?” You ask slightly out of breath”
He looks at you, staring at your chest rise and fall for a couple of seconds but fakes a cough before looking away.
“I’ll show you.” He mumbles softly and rolls the chimes to the percussion closet with you, it’s not a two person job but who are you to complain. You both place the chimes in its rightful spot and end up chatting while leaning against some lockers.
“I’m still really sorry about earlier with Kami, i hope he didn’t cause any harm” you apologize again and offer him an apologetic look.
“I’m not.” He looks into your eyes, pushing off the lockers and stepping closer as he tilts his head down at you.(sorry if you’re tall)
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m not sorry.” He states firmly and grabs your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, looking at your lips again. “I do like you, y/n. A lot.” He looks into yours eyes again and gently runs his thumb over your plush bottom lip.
“Really? I.. um.. I like you too, Bakugo-“
“Katsuki. Call me Katsuki.” He murmurs before kissing you softly, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.
Your eyes flutter shut before you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back deeply, humming into his mouth.
The kiss gets sloppy quick, yours tongues sliding against each other and your teeth clashing as it progresses. Katsuki lets go of your chin and grabs your hips in his hands before he letting them drop to your ass, squeezing the flesh firmly before gently spanking one of your cheeks.
you pull away to catch your breath, a string of saliva connecting you both before you dive back into the kiss, tangling your fingers into his soft spiky hair. He pulls away slightly to spit in your mouth, grinning slightly with pride when you swallow before pulling you back in.
He removes his hands from your ass, reaching between your bodies to untie his sweatpants and push them down.
You pull away from the kiss, panting softly as you feel the warmth in your face. “W-what are you doing?” You ask, out of breath.
“What do you think?”
“In the closet?! Katsuki are you-“ He cuts you off with another kiss.
“Relax no one else is here, alright? But we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He looks into your eyes sincerely.
You relax before nodding, silently saying he can keep going. He grins and pushes his sweatpants and black boxers down enough for his growing cock to spring out and bob slightly in the air.
He gives it two strokes before kissing you deeply and gently pushing you onto your knees.
You swallow softly, wetting your lips before wrapping your hands around his cock and gently licking the tip.
The head of his cock is flushed a pretty shade of blush pink, Katsuki’s pretty face decorated the same shade. You wrap your lips around his cock and suck, moving your head back and forth slowly to see if he enjoys it first.
He groans breathily and watches you work, grabbing your ponytail in one of his hands to gently guide you down his sensitive cock and steadying himself on the lockers with the other.
“Fuhhck.. you feel so good.. just like tha- aht..” He moans and gently fucks into your mouth which causes you to gag slightly.
You whimper and start to move faster, using one of your hands to massage his balls. He groans louder and lets his head fall back in pleasure, pushing you by your ponytail to take all of his cock. You gag but relax your throat to take all of it.
He looks back down at you and pants softly, “look at me.. fuck.. c’mon baby, let me see your- shit, ah.. pretty eyes” he caresses your face.
You look up at him through your eyelashes and whine, spit bubbling around your mouth and his cock as you continue to suck him off. He grabs your face with both of hands and starts to fuck your face faster, gently, but faster.
“Shi-shit y/n.. god, you’re so good..” he grits his teeth, making his jaw tense as he nears his orgasm. His balls slap against your chin gently as he uses your face, your eyes tearing up as he uses your mouth.
Katsuki suddenly pulls out of your mouth and starts to jerk off rapidly in front of your face, his chest rising and falling with his breathing. You open tilt your head up at him and open your mouth wide as he jerks off.
“F-fuck.. you’re so pretty a-ah.. fuckfuck- FUCK!” He curses as his cum comes out in splurts on your face, painting it white with his seed.
He pants softly and cups your face, kissing you and tasting himself on your tongue before taking off his shirt to wipe your face.. or maybe that’s just an excuse for him to show you his abs.
Sitting down on a spare chair in the closet and pulling you onto his lap by your belt loops, he makes you straddle him, grabbing your ass in his hands to grind you against his once again hardening cock.
“Please, baby.. let me feel you” he kisses you again and tugs your shirt. You nod and help him take off your shirt before moving to your pants, leaving you in only your bra and panties.
He swallows a lump in his throat and grabs your boobs, squeezing and massaging them gently before burying his face in the soft flesh. He unhooks and peels your bra off to latch his mouth the hardening bud.
“Mmph.. god, you’re perfect..” he mumbles around your hard nippple before pulling away and pulling your panties to the side.
He runs his middle and ring finger along your wetness and groans, kissing you deeply before pushing them inside slowly.
“So wet for me.. wet from sucking my cock like a slut, huh?” He kisses your neck and curves his fingers inside of your wet cunt.
He thrusts his fingers in and out while marking your neck and chest, grinning with pride as your moans of pleasure pour out and cause your head to fall forwards into his neck.
He continues to fuck your pussy with his fingers while using his other hand to squeeze your ass’s plump and soft flesh.
He pulls your face from his neck and pulls you into a sloppy kiss, his tongue fighting yours for dominance. Obviously he wins and bullies your mouth with his tongue.
You moan loudly into his mouth as his fingers fuck into your wet cunt. Your walls clench around his digits as they bully your small hole and curve into that sweet spot just right.
The creaminess of your pussy starts to build around the base of his fingers and the entrance of your hole.
You bounce on his fingers to speed up the process to your orgasm only to be interrupted by Katsuki pulling his fingers out and sucking them clean. “I want your cum on my dick. Spread a little wider, yeah?”
Your legs spread wider on their own as he lines his painfully hard cock up to your dripping wet hole. You moan loudly as his hands grip your ass and lower you onto his cock, stretching you wide on his thick member.
He groans loudly and grunts, “fuck you’re so tight.. fuhhck” he grits his teeth and lifts a hand to send a harsh spank to your ass.
He spanks your ass a few more times before gripping it and using it to pick you up and slam you back down on his dick.
You moan loudly and gasp as his cock splits your pussy open while he grips your ass in his strong arms. Your back arches into him as pleasure shoots through your body like shock waves and your eyes cross as he fucks you stupid.
He keeps one hand on your ass but lifts the other to grab your now frizzy ponytail and tug it backwards causing your back to arch further into him with the grip on your hair.
The closet smells like salted caramel, sweat, and sex, the lewd sounds of wet and sticky skin on skin bounce off the walls and into your ears as Katsuki fucks up into you while whispering dirty words into your ear while tugging your hair and spanking your ass.
He wraps you in a bear hug before angling off the chair and fucking in you at a rapid pace, chasing both of your releases. You gasp and moan loudly, your nails digging into his shoulders. “KATSUKI!!” You moan at the top of your lungs, your tummy bulging with his fat cock. “Keep moaning my- ah! Name l-like that!” He groans and squeezes you harder.
His thrusts start to get sloppy and his moans get louder along with yours. “You wanna come, pretty?” He pants and bites your neck.
You moan in response and cry out, “yes! Please, i wanna cum!” He slaps your ass and speeds up his thrusts. “Cum for me baby”
He thrusts one last time before burying his cock in your pussy and letting his hot sticky cum flood into your pussy. At the same time you squeal and squirt on his cock, soaking both of you in the process.
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Katsuki helps you up off his cock and sets you down on the chair to go get towels to clean you up. He gently wipes your sensitive pussy clean and helps you get dressed before cleaning up himself and dressing.
He offers to drive you home and carries you to his car before setting you in gently.
He keeps his hand on your thigh the whole way home and walks you to the door, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
“text me when you go to bed, yeah?” he murmurs against your lips before driving himself home.
9:56pm
Y/n❤️- goodnight suki
Hothead🧡💥- goodnight, sweetheart
A/n- i started ts at like 12am and it’s 5:47am by the time im writing this part omgosh. But i feel like this is lwk ass but the sun is literally telling my ass to gts so this isn’t getting proof read. Also im writing this on my iPad with this like keyboard case on it so i think some stuff might look wonky if youre reading this on your phone but ill fix it later so if nothings wrong I probably fixed it already. also sorry if this is ooc.
✧ Summary: You and Chris visit your family for a cookout during one of his tour stops. ✧
✧ Word Count: 5.8k
✧ Warnings: Black! Reader implied, slice of life, fluff, slight humor, typical family antics, Chris is a family man and your family loves him, pregnancy jokes, slightly suggestive ending(?) ✧
✧ Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns ✧
✧ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as Baby, Babe, Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Mr. Bahng, lightly edited, ever since Chan said he had soul food I made this my sole duty to write, potentially thinking of a part 2 or mini series
✧ Playlist: Finesse - Bruno Mars, Summertime - DJ Jazzy Jeff, Feels Like Summer - Childish Gambino, Love - Musiq Souldchild
✧ Stray Kids Masterlist ✧ General Masterlist
“I hope you understand the emotional turmoil I just had to go through after telling Felix we were just visiting my aunt and uncle for the day.”
Chris’s laugh echoed from the room’s ensuite, followed by a smug, “I mean, that is what we’re doing!”
“Oh, of course, how could I be so stupid? It’s just a nice little visit – and it’s just a coincidence that both of our parents are gonna be there, and some more of my family, a couple of family friends, and a completely out of the blue cookout everyone seemed oddly prepared for!” You huffed out an exasperated laugh as you finished the final touches on your hair in front of the floor length mirror, “Changbin and Hyunjin are gonna be so pissed when they find out.”
The sound of footsteps neared the bathroom’s door before Chris walked through, arms up and behind his head as he fiddled with the clasp of a silver necklace he decided to wear; an amused smile stretching his lips, making his dimples pop with ease.
“Find out what? That I’m spending time with my girlfriend and family, like any other boyfriend would?”
“That we’re hiding the fact that it’s a cookout, Chris!” You couldn’t help but mirror his amusement, staring at his reflection with narrowed eyes, “You know my auntie would love more mouths to feed.”
“And you know that as much as I’d love to invite them, it felt like it would be too much to organize with our managers – besides, the boys planned stuff for themselves, too.” Finally getting the clasp to latch, he dropped his arms as he walked toward you, wrapping them around your waist instead and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Are you really upset that I didn’t check and see?”
Catching his soft, puppy-eyed look in the mirror you pursed your lips, trying in vain to hold your smile back before shaking your head; you could physically feel the tension leave his body as he held you a little tighter.
“No, baby, I was just messing with you – though I was serious about Changbin and Hyunjin being pissed – Auntie Deb made ribs and there’s no way they won’t smell that sauce on us.”
Chris let out a low groan, eyes rolling as he could practically taste the barbeque on his tongue, “I skipped breakfast for those ribs, I hope you know that.”
“And I skipped it for the turkey legs, so,” reaching into your back pocket, you took out your phone and swiped open the camera, putting your free hand on top of his while he tucked his face into the crook of your neck before taking the picture. “I guess we’re two sides of the same coin, right?”
“There’s gonna be turkey legs?!” His voice vibrated against your collar, earning a squeal in response.
“Yeah, apparently your significant other’s world tour is a big enough reason to make them so, surprise!” Patting his hand, you knocked the side of your head against his, “Now, can we get an actual picture before heading out?”
Moving to press a quick kiss to your cheek, Chris lifted his head, pressing his cheek against yours before smiling bright – pulling an equally bright smile out of you as you snapped the picture – followed by a few more with slight changes in the pose.
You pocketed your phone, ready to slip from his hold until he slid his own phone out, the tips of his ears turning a cherry red within the mirror.
“Two more, yeah?”
Nodding, you let his arm wrap higher around your waist while he huddled closer, both of your faces obscured by his phone in the reflection – snap – while the atmosphere grew warmer by the second.
Turning your head, you caught your first full glance of his face without the mirror and it didn’t take long for his gaze to settle on you either; warm, soft, and twinkling with something that made your heart flutter. Noticing the way his eyes flickered to your lips, you couldn’t help but giggle before tilting your chin up in offering; one he welcomed graciously as he closed the gap with ease.
The sound of the digital shutter came and went, and you were the first to part with a soft breath, his nose gently grazing against yours in the close space.
“I really think we should head out, now.”
Chris went to speak however his stomach beat him to the punch, grumbling loudly in protest of everything that was currently happening, leading to the two of you breaking out into a fit of laughter.
“Yeah, okay, that’s our sign – or else the next one would’ve been a hangry princess, and I don’t think I can handle that on an empty stomach.” He nuzzled his nose further against yours, pecking your lips quickly before swiftly slipping away from you with high pitched giggles in his wake.
“Hey, watch yourself! Don’t make me leave you here, ‘cause I will.” Gathering your bag and slipping into your shoes, you met him at the room’s door, watching as he did a mental check of all his things; breaking his focus to give you a devious smirk.
“I don’t think grandma would appreciate that, now would she? What was it she said last time?” Eyebrows pinched in a faux thinking face, he smiled, “Oh, right, ‘Whenever I see her face, I better see yours too, baby baby.’ So, you’re kinda stuck with me, little one.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes yet smiling at the memory you held close to your heart, “Then let’s go, baby baby.”
The drive from the hotel to your aunt and uncle’s place wasn’t too far, yet you both treated the drive as if it were a mini road trip; the two of you singing to the shuffling playlist as Chris drove, while you upheld your passenger princess duties of adding to the queue, pointing out animal farms off the side of the highway, and minding him of route updates seconds after the automated GPS voice spoke. Eventually, the car rolled down the slightly packed street of their home, a spot left empty specifically in front of the house for its esteemed guests.
“That’s– That’s dad’s rental, I thought they couldn’t make it until later?” Chris spoke – mostly to himself – as he parallel parked, checking to make sure he wasn’t too far out, or too close to the car behind him.
“Oh! Right, my uncle asked if there was anything specific your parents wanted to have grilled and I called your mom to check, then she talked to your dad and somewhere down the line it ended up with them showing up sooner and your dad helping out on the grill.” You waved your hand flippantly with a shake of your head, turning toward him, “Even though my aunt really wanted your parents to be guests and simply enjoy, she sorta got over it when your mom said it wasn’t an issue – something about men in the family not taking easy to being catered to.”
His eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly, “What– She said that?!”
You smirked, “No, I did, and you can’t tell me that’s not the truth!”
“You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.” Chris groaned as your delighted giggles filled the car, “And it’s not even like that, we just…”
“Mhm? Go on?”
“We like being useful.”
“Of course, babe,” you cooed, poking his cheek lightly, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”
He groaned once more as he got out of the car, leaving you to your amused laughter while he came around your side and opened the door. “Come on, before I start getting hangry.”
Without wasting any more time, you got out of the car and slid your hand in his – squeezing it gently – before leading him down the pavement driveway toward the backyard; music and the smell of the grill floating through the air like a lure.
Opening the gate, you were welcomed to the sight of familiar faces – both familial and friendly – before locking eyes with your mom, a wide smile growing on her face as she opened her mouth–
“Y/n! Chris!”
Her thunder was quickly stolen by a small hoard of your younger cousins running toward the two of you, the elders of the bunch exchanging quick hugs and greetings while the younger ones began vying for attention from whoever they could gain it from.
“Did you know Jada met someone when she went to band camp?” Your cousin – and her sister – Amber, spoke quickly as she heard a sharp gasp come from behind her. “Someone she likes-”
“I did not! Shut up, Amber!” Jada dragged her sister away, making whatever noises she could to block out Amber’s excited ramblings.
“Oh, god – Okay, you two gotta tell me everything later, okay?” You laughed as you watched them bicker, turning to see Chris in a riveting conversation with another cousin.
“...and then it was super wiggly! So, my dad said he would take it out and I thought it would hurt, but he let me tie it to my race car and drive it around and then it came out like POP! And it didn’t hurt! Then I put it under my pillow and I got two dollars!”
“Wow, Jaden, that’s so cool! I wish I could get money for my teeth, but none of them are wiggly anymore.”
“Really? But Nana doesn’t have any of her teeth, maybe you can ask her!”
You pressed your lips together tightly, nearly choking on a laugh as the cousins who could understand the context made varying noises of ‘Oop!’ and ‘Pfft!’, watching eagerly for your boyfriend’s reaction.
Chris’s shoulders shook as he held in his laugh, nodding enthusiastically, “S-Sure thing, buddy! I’ll do that, t-thank you.”
Through with their form of a welcome wagon, they all dispersed to allow for the adults to say their hello’s; the first being your parents and Chris’s mother.
“Oh, Chris!” Your mom wasted no time in engulfing him in a big hug, squeezing him gently before holding him at arm’s length, “How’re you? You better be getting some rest on that road, and eating too! You know it’s crazy out there, have you guys been staying in good places? Look at you, you’re getting so big – do they have you working out? Even when you’re so busy?”
“Ma…” You chided lightly, though Chris’s lighthearted laughs curbed your embarrassment.
“I’m doing great, Ma’am; I’m getting lots of rest and I’m eating regularly – Y/n definitely makes sure of that – and our label and management has been making sure all of our hotel stays have been private and safe.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, a light blush turning the tips of his ears, “And, I’ve been trying to stay on top of my daily workouts since we’re moving around a lot.”
“Alright, but if they start running you ragged just call me, I’ll tell ‘em about themselves real quick.”
“Mom!”
Your pointed whine made her laugh as she released Chris, “I’m just messing with you – but, still, keep taking care of yourself, you hear me?” She walked toward you with equally open arms, hints of a taunt still lingering in the smile she wore, “Hi, my baby girl.”
“Hi, Ma,” stepping into her embrace, you released a breath you never knew you were holding, “I was starting to think you disowned me for him for a second.”
“If you don’t hush with those lies.” She chided you now, her arms squeezing tighter around you, “Lord knows how much I missed you.”
“I missed you too, so much.”
“How are you? He treating you good? Everything fine with you being on this tour with them?”
You nodded without hesitation, “I’m great– He’s treating me great, Ma. Everything’s great, the tour has been wonderful so far – hot, but wonderful, and he made sure all of my accommodations were taken care of once we got the green light.”
“Good, as long as he’s treating you the way you should, and you’re feeling good about all this, that’s all we need to know.”
Over her shoulder, you spotted your dad talking to Chris, easy smiles on both of their faces as they spoke.
With one final squeeze, she made way for your dad to swoop you into his arms as if he was waiting for her to have her fill. “Hey, little princess.”
Hugging him back with fervor, you tucked your head against his chest, “Hi, daddy.”
There were no words needed in that moment, just the feeling of his embrace and the sound of his heart against your ear.
“He being a gentleman?”
You laughed, nodding, “Yes, dad, he’s taking care of me.”
“And you?”
“I’m taking care of myself, too, don’t worry.”
“We’ll never stop worrying about you, you know that.”
Squeezing him a bit tighter, you nodded, “I know.”
With a quick kiss to your temple, he made his way over to your mother’s side before heading back toward their table; giving you just enough time to blink away a few grateful tears as Chris’s mom stepped forward.
She pulled him into a hug first, holding him for a moment before pulling back with a bright smile, “I feel like I’ve given you a hug every week since the tour began.”
Chris laughed, dimples on full display, “That’s because you have! We’ve hugged more times these past few months than we have in the whole first half of the year!”
“Good! That means I’ll have a record to beat for the next year, and the years after that.” Her voice was light with a teasing song, her hands reaching up to cup his face, lightly smushing his cheeks.
“Mom!” He whined, Korean slipping naturally against his tongue as he “tried” to wiggle out of her grasp.
You couldn’t help but giggle at the interaction, watching as she murmured something softly to him before she turned her sights to you; her gaze remaining warm and motherly as she pulled you into her arms.
“Thank you for inviting us here, your family is so welcoming.” She squeezed you tight before stepping back, keeping your hands in hers.
“It’s nothing, Mrs. Bahng; it was only right to, my family wanted to celebrate Chris and that included celebrating you and Mr. Bahng, too.”
Her smile grew, her face glowing under the bright afternoon sun as she squeezed your hands once more before going back to her seat near your mother.
“Ready for more hello’s?” You grinned up at him, knowing full and well which tables you had to hit first to keep the welcome train going.
Chris nodded without hesitation, smiling at you as his hand reached down to hold your own, “I’ve been waiting for this, let’s do it.”
With silent reassurance, the two of you made your way through tables filled with aunts, uncles, and cousins who missed the initial welcome wagon; laughing at familial jabs and sharing quick snippets about the tour life until you reached the final table – grandmas.
“Christopher! Oh, come here!” Your grandmother beamed as she all but dragged him into a hug that he readily accepted, hugging her with almost equal force. “It’s so good to see you, how’s everything?”
“Everything’s good, Ms. Theresa, I’m just happy to see you!” Looking at you with a sly smirk, he spoke, “Y/n’s been threatening me all day about not coming.”
You gasped incredulously, glaring at him – though the playful glint in your eyes dulled its sting – and crossing your arms, “Chris!”
Your name fell from your grandma’s lips in mock astonishment, letting go of your boyfriend to “scold” you. “You’re threatening people? I thought we raised you better than that?!”
“It wasn’t a threat, it’s more like a promise I should’ve kept…” You huff dramatically, sticking your tongue out at the supposed “victim” – laughing as he grabbed his chest with a wounded gasp – before snuggling up to your grandmother. “Anyways, hi grandma! I missed you – and your cooking – but mostly you!”
She pinched your cheek as she hugged you, earning a soft squeal, “I missed mostly you, too – and stop bullying Chris, he’s a nice man.”
Hearing the sounds of his snickers behind her, you sucked in a breath and nodded, “Okay, I will.”
Moving from her, the two of you made your way to the final family member sitting comfortably in the chair of her walker.
“Hey, grandma,” you spoke carefully as you leaned down to hug her, her arms coming up gently to pat your back while a soft kiss was pressed to the apple of your cheek.
“Hi, baby baby – how you?” Your great grandmother cooed, a relaxed smile set on her wise features, eyes set on you with unbridled focus.
“I’m doing good, been busy traveling and all…” Your lips pulled into a small smile as you tilted your head slightly, “I got someone special here to see you.”
Blinking at you, she turned her head to look up at Chris, eyes squinting slightly in the process. You laughed to yourself as you reached up to pull her glasses from resting on the top of her head, perching them delicately on the bridge of her nose.
“Miss lady, if you wear your glasses you can start to half see someone!”
“I can see just fine!” Shooing your hand away, she blinked a few more times before her face lit up, the peaceful smile she once wore now bursting with joy. “Chris – come here and give me a hug! I outta beat your butt for not coming to me first!”
Chris laughed, bashful and pitched, as he leaned down for a hug, “I’m sorry, grandma, we were saving the best for last!”
“Mhm, you better have.” Gracing his cheek with a kiss, she pulled back, staring at him a little longer, “Your hair wasn’t always this long, was it?”
“No, Ma’am, it was really short last time, I started growing it out… in May? Yeah, early May.”
“That’s good, that’s good, you’re getting bigger too – it’s all that sun – you got a little tan, don’t you?” She hummed happily, patting his cheek, “Means you’re healthy; look at you, my baby baby.”
Your great grandmother couldn’t see the blush taking over his ears, but you had the perfect front row seat and you were loving every moment of it as you carefully fixed a strand of his hair.
“Yeah, grandma, and he wouldn’t stop talking about how much he couldn’t wait to be here.” You teased lightly, causing Chris’s bashful smile to grow as he stood straight and tugged you against his side with a retaliating squeeze. “I couldn’t wait either, I’ve been craving mom’s mac and cheese for days!”
The elderly woman nodded, careful eyes studying you, “Mhm- You ain’t pregnant, are you?”
Chris choked on his own spit, falling into a coughing fit while you frantically shook your head, already feeling the eyes of anyone who overheard now burning holes into your body.
“No! No, no, no, nothing like that, grandma! I’m just hungry!”
“Respectfully,” he added once he caught his breath, blush highlighting his face yet an easy, comfortable smile settled on his lips, “I’d like to marry her first, grandma.”
His addition didn’t make things any better for you as a chorus of “Ooh”s and a flurry of encouraging “Okay!”s floated around, embarrassment hotter than the sun beating down on you.
“Food’s ready!”
You couldn’t have been more grateful for your aunt’s call, taking it as your opportunity to duck out of the conversation with Chris in tow.
Music danced through the warm summer air, the delighted yells and squeals of children playing interjecting like unnecessary adlibs, and conversation flowed with ease amongst your family.
You and Chris sat at the opposite end of your parents’ table, several paper plates occupying the space in front of you filled to the brim with meats from the grill and sides from several foil pans.
“I’m so sorry for what you’re about to witness.” You spoke as you hastily gathered a few braids into a quick ponytail, eyes set on your first target of interest; the baked macaroni and cheese.
“Sweetheart, we’ve been together for years-” picking up his fork, Chris began to pile on some collard greens, “-and I’ve seen you demolish a seafood boil in under 45 minutes with no gloves, nothing can scare me away now.”
Huffing out a laugh, you rolled your eyes, “Thank you so much for reminding me, Channie, I definitely needed that.”
He bumped his shoulder with yours, a smug smirk pulling at his lips, “Any time, baby.”
With that, your unofficial mukbang began; from collard greens to potato salad, candied yams to cornbread, mac and cheese, pasta salad, corn on the cob, ribs, prime rib roast, and turkey legs, it was definitely a cookout.
You weren’t sure if either one of you took a proper breath while eating, not one word said save for the sounds of delighted hums and euphoric groans from every bite taken.
Chris was the first to stop for a breather, a non-oily hand gripping his red solo cup for dear life as he took heavy gulps, sweet tea effectively quenching his thirst. “Oh… my god.” His eyes shifted over to you – your eyebrows furrowed with unbridled determination as you bit into a rib – and he laughed heartily. “Worth the wait?”
Humming in affirmation, you went in for another bite without hesitation, the perfectly cooked meat practically falling off of the bone.
He chuckled, wiping his hands with a napkin – despite mentally preparing to dig in again – until he felt a tug at his shirt, too low to be from one of the adults. Turning, he looked down to see a pair of wide brown eyes staring right back at him and his heart soared.
“Tianna!”
The three-year-old smiled brightly, any air of nervousness now gone at the squeal of her name as she squeaked back in equal excitement, “Channie!”
Lifting her with ease, he sat her in his lap and wiggled, earning a high pitched laugh in return. “Hi! You look so pretty, I like your dress,” he cooed, helping her smooth out her jean overall dress before tugging at the ruffled yellow sleeves of her undershirt. “Did you eat already?”
She nodded happily, leaning back as if he were her personal lounging chair. “Yeah, I ate mac and cheese and a hot dog, and drank juice.”
“Wow, that sounds like it was really good, Tia – what else did you do today?”
The young girl took off on a colorful recollection of her morning, from brushing her teeth with her older brother to a detailed explanation of the children’s show she watched before needing to get dressed; she especially mentioned a certain fox plush she wanted to bring for the car ride over.
“...but mommy said it would make the others sad that I didn’t bring them too, so foxy stayed home.” She finished with a quick huff, winded from her own storytelling as her small hands drummed against his arm almost rhythmically.
Chris hummed thoughtfully, “Ooh, well maybe next time you can bring FoxI.Ny next time, yeah?”
Tianna nodded out a small, “Yeah”, as she looked around the table, taking in the people and things that occupied the space.
Making sure the young girl was secure in his lap, Chris went back to his plate, peeling off a piece of his turkey leg before popping it into his mouth.
“Channie? What’s that?”
“Hm?” Peeking down, he saw her tiny finger pointing at the turkey leg, “It’s turkey.”
“Like thank-giving?”
He chuckled, nodding even though she couldn’t see, “Kinda like thanksgiving, yeah; you wanna try some?” When she nodded, he hummed, “Okay, well, let’s ask Y/n if you can have some, okay?”
You perked up at the sound of your name, swallowing down the last of your potato salad as you turned toward your boyfriend, only to internally melt at the sight of your youngest cousin in his arms. “Tia Mia! Where have you been, I missed you so much!”
She smiled, baby teeth on full display as she kicked her feet, “I was talking with Channie!” Her head turned to look at the man behind her – pointing for extra measure – before looking back at you with a soft pout, “Um, can I please have some turkey?”
“Turkey, hm?” Shifting your eyes to the man above her, you held back the laugh that bubbled within you; his face was wrapped in an expression that screamed whipped, his eyes twinkling in a silent plea and his own plump lips set in a puppy pout. “Okay, fine, but only if you give me a kiss for not saying hi to me first.”
With an excited nod of agreement, you leaned down for her to press a quick kiss to your cheek, just for you to take her tiny face in your hand and smother her chubby cheeks in kisses and noms, her laughter coming out in high pitched squeals.
“Say hi to me first next time, and I’ll get you ice cream, alright?” You laughed after pressing a final kiss to her forehead, relenting as her small hands attempted to push you back.
Breathless and glowing with joy, she turned back to see Chris peeling a smaller piece of turkey off the leg before handing it to her, murmuring a small “Chew carefully” as he watched her eat.
Your heart bloomed at the sight, admiring their comfortable bond despite the mere handful of times Tianna actually met him in person; she had him wrapped around her tiny finger and he was none the wiser.
“Chris, you want me to hold her while you finish eating?”
“Nah,” he shook his head as he pulled his plate closer to his right, out of reach from the young girl before he picked up his fork, “I got her – you finished?”
You huffed out a laugh, looking at your graveyard of plates, “I’m so finished, if I even look at another rib I might explode… I might take some back to the hotel, though.”
“Y/n! Auntie Deb made strawberry shortcake!”
Your head snapped in the direction of Amber’s voice, spotting her and a few others starting to gather near the dessert table; a weary, yearning sigh vibrating from your throat.
There was a hearty laugh – warm and familiar – and you looked back at Chris with a pointed glare; not that he was paying you any mind as he fed Tianna some of his mac and cheese.
“Don’t even try to stop yourself, baby, go get it.”
“It’s not a case of ‘I shouldn’t’, it’s a case of ‘do I do it now’, and–”
“There’s banana pudding, too!” Your uncle called next, amusement threaded through his voice.
This caught Chris’s attention, his eyes snapping to yours with determination burning behind his irises, “Baby.”
There was no hesitation as you rose from your seat, gathering your empty plates and his singular finished one with a nod, “Heard you, I’ll see if there’s containers.”
The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays through the trees in the still warm air; the backyard slightly emptier from family members making their journey back home. The plates that decorated the still occupied tables were dotted with traces of whipped cream, icing, fruit juices and stems, or ice cream as whatever was left of the main courses were brought into the house for safe keeping.
You laughed at the conclusion of a story Jada was telling, thoroughly amused as your other cousin, Miles, began adding in moments from his side of the situation; glancing beside you to see Chris smiling softly, one arm stretched across the back of your chair while the other wrapped securely around Tianna.
The small girl had fallen asleep in his lap after finishing a small bowl of chocolate ice cream and a rather large strawberry, her cheek smushed against his chest with the evidence of her sweet ending staining his white t-shirt.
He caught your gaze, eyebrow raising slightly, “You okay?”
Nodding, a small smile curved your lips, “Yeah, I’m good-” turning your head to the sky, you sighed before looking back, “-should we get ready to head back to the hotel?”
“Do you wanna leave now?” His questioning expression shifted into a soft stare, tilting his head, “We can stay longer if you want, I don’t mind.”
Of course, he would leave the decision up to you – knowing full and well how important spending time with family was while living so far away – and although part of your heart ached to stay, it was getting late, Chris’s parents had already left, and he had an early morning schedule for rehearsals.
“It’s okay, I feel like if we stay any longer I’ll be knocked out just like Tia.” You reached out and brushed your fingers against her fluffy, curly ponytail, “Besides, if we leave now we’ll avoid the meltdown of her seeing her favorite person leaving.”
“Yeah, so you better make sure you give her a kiss goodnight before we go, or else you won’t be the favorite anymore.” Chris grinned before standing up, cradling Tianna and bringing her to Miles who waited with open arms.
“You guys are leaving?” Amber frowned, watching as you stood with a long awaited stretch.
“Mhm, gonna hit the road before it gets too dark out…” You hugged Miles and leaned down to press a soft kiss to Tianna’s forehead, before tiredly dragging your feet toward her and her sister; leaning down to pull them both into a hug. “I promise to come visit again soon, we can make a cousins weekend out of it!”
Both girls nodded begrudgingly as they held your arms, Jada wishing you both a safe drive back while Amber whispered a playful “Or just fly us out to South Korea!”
Giving Chris time to get his own goodbye hugs in, you both made your way into the house for the remaining farewells; exchanging more hugs and well wishes, while adamantly reassuring your grandmothers that six containers of food was more than enough for both you, Chris, and the horde of men back at the hotel.
“Be safe, you two!” Your mother called from the couch, “Tell the boys we said hi and we miss them.”
Chris nodded, dimples on full display as he fixed his fold on the reusable bags containing the to-go boxes, “Will do, ma’am.”
Opening the front door for him, you waved at your remaining family with a full heart, “See you later! I’ll text when we make it to the hotel.”
Slipping out before your grandmother could suggest taking yet another to-go container, you and Chris secured the food in the back seat of the rental before setting off on the road once more.
The drive was quiet – comfortable, 2000’s R&B floating through the speakers as you focused on the open highway ahead until you felt something brush against your left hand. Looking down, a small smile curved your lips as Chris’s hand slid its way under yours, prompting you to intertwine your fingers with his before squeezing it in earnest.
“Doin’ okay?”
Glancing up, you caught his warm, yet inquisitive, gaze before it snapped back to the road and your heart swelled; a warmth settling over you like a blanket on a cold night. It was just one day, not even a full day, and yet it was a moment in your life you’d treasure forever; a moment you would have never gotten if he hadn’t insisted on you joining him for the North America stretch of the tour, taking his own free time fine tuning the schedules and small details so not even management could deny his request.
There was nothing you needed to worry about, from accommodations and tickets, to concert seating and exclusive access after the show, Chris had it all figured out; all that he asked of you was to blow him a kiss if he managed to spot you in the crowd – and you did, every single time.
“Yeah,” your voice was soft, your thumb stroking the side of his finger slowly, “I just love you.”
He made a noise, a huff of a chuckle while a small smile tugged at his lips, “I thought you’d be sleepy, not sentimental, baby.”
“I can be both, Christopher!” Lighthearted laughter filled the car, and you let out a small breath, “But no, really, everything that you’ve done for me – everything you continue to do… I think it just hit me how much you love me, and I just hope that you know I love you just as much – even more, but we both know you’d argue the opposite.”
“Hey, of course I know you love me! I feel it every time you check on me throughout the day, every time you remind me to take a break and eat an actual meal that isn’t a protein shake with supplements, and in the times when I can only say goodnight over the phone even though I know you’d rather have a kiss and an arm around your waist.”His tone was raw and honest, leaving no space for argument as he continued, “I knew this would be the best chance for us to see your family together, but there was no way in hell I was flying you out for one day knowing I’d just make you stick around for the rest of the stops.”
Chuckling lightly, he shrugged, “Besides, I might’ve had this planned since management started scheduling for the tour.”
You gasped – shock, astonishment, and unmitigated gall dropping your jaw as you stared at the side of his head, “You did not!”
Chris simply grinned, raising your hand to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. “If there’s a way to bring you wherever I go, you can bet I’m gonna find it because I love you.”
“God,” you sighed dramatically, letting your entwined hands fall back to your thigh, “I might just have to give you a baby for that, I can’t even lie.”
“Oh my god, babe-” His bashful, high-pitched squeaky laughter only spurred you on to continue your teasing rant.
“You’re responsible, reliable, great with planning, my family loves you, the children adore you – either you’re getting me pregnant, or I’m getting you pregnant, there’s no in between.”
“I’m gonna choose to ignore everything you’re saying for my own sanity.”
“And he cares about his mental health? Yeah, you’re getting twins.”
“What?!”
Melting into lighthearted giggles, you lifted his hand to grant him with a kiss as he did to yours – stomachs full and hearts even fuller as the dulcet tones of Musiq Soulchild floated through the speakers.
Epilogue
“I can’t believe I let her convince me to take so much food with us.”
“I mean-”
“Chris.”
“It’s not too bad, though!”
You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched him carefully readjust the takeout containers in the mini fridge; amazed that he was able to somehow fit all six in such a small space, yet mildly annoyed that all of the leftovers had to be finished within the next day.
“See?” His head turned to meet your analytic stare, nodding his head toward the fridge before closing it with ease. “Told you it’s not bad – now we’ve got food for lunch and dinner, and there’s plenty for the kids if they want some, too.”
“Oh, what ever would I do without you, Mr. Bahng? How can I repay you?”
Taunting in a southern drawl, you bent down to run your fingers through his hair, only for him to push himself to his feet and wrap an arm around your waist with a smirk.
“I’m a simple man, Miss, a kiss would do.”
An airy hum floated past your lips, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders as you pulled him down for a simple kiss; lips grazing each other in the lightest of pecks before you settled back with a small smirk. “There, that work for you?”
He held you a little tighter, dipping his head to brush his nose against yours, “Maybe just one more…”
You giggled, suppressing a shiver from the feeling of his breath fanning against your lips. “One more?”
“Well, there were a lot of containers – Five more should balance it out, yeah?”
“Five?” Scoffing out a laugh, you ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, “How about this, cowboy – we get ready for bed, and I’ll kiss you as many times as you want. Sounds like a deal?”
Grinning devilishly, Chris snuck his fingers underneath the raised hem of your t-shirt, tracing nondescript shapes and relishing in the light catch of your breathing.
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Hearing the distinct high-pitched gossip of the opera rats made you drift off from the daily voice training with your Maestro. Wondering how you just like them only nine months prior. Dealing with the Opéra Populaire’s demanding patrons who required compensation of the sexual nature, never allowing for the young ballerinas to rest.
“Y/N!”
The stern yet melodic voice made you jump out of your reminiscent trance, it was your Maestro, the man who brought you from a pitchy ballet rat to the Opéra Populaire’s Primadonna in only short nine months. He appeared to you, half of his face obscured with a white mask after a quite eventful rehearsal of Carmen, where you had to step in for the reigning Primadonna, Carlotta after one of her infamous tantrums. Though you could barely hold a note, Maestro saw your potential and vowed to make you a star.
“Forgive me, Maestro.” Your pleading eyes made contact with his dark expansive ones, one of the first things you noticed about him after the mask of course.
His large hand waved you off quickly, “Start over and stay focused this time, please.”
As you began to sing "Ah! Je ris de me voir si belle” you focused on Maestro’s face as to not get lost within opera gossip above you, noticing how his hands clenched into fists and his eyes became ever so expressive, he looked like one of the ballet patrons in the midst of an orgasm. The picture of Maestro being in the throes of passion between your thighs, perhaps even praising you whilst he made you quiver in pleasure appeared in your mind making your cheeks burn. The erotic fantasy lasts until the end of the song as your thighs become slippery under your dress.
“Wonderful! Just magnificent, my angel! And to think you were worried if you could reach the notes for Marguerite.” Playfully mocking the worries, you expressed earlier with a large warm grin on his face. He always knew what to do to make you feel better. Despite his mysterious exterior and bouts of anger, he always made you his top priority almost like a father. Making you feel so ever dirty for having such thoughts about him. If he was such a fatherly figure to you, why do you want him to rip off your clothes and bend you over his knee when you mess up a note?
Mentally chiding yourself, though you were 22 and spent most of your adulthood within the walls of the Opéra Populaire witnessing lewd acts between your peers and the much older men who kept the opera such a flourishing establishment. You somehow never had the misfortune of being on the receiving end of such men’s lust, staying pure except for your sinful mind. Late at night your fingers exploring your feminine depths and rubbing yourself to climax, imaging yourself in those lewd acts but with a handsome gentleman, someone like your Maestro, or your current suitor, Prince, closer in age to you than Maestro. Your Maestro being at least 20 years your senior and Prince was a man Maestro detested,
“He is distracting you from your success! I thought you wanted me...to help you become the next Primadonna!”
The argument where Maestro expressed his anger directly towards you, if only he knew how that argument looped in your head while you touched yourself imagining Maestro marking you in such ways that Prince would immediately understand that you were already owned by another man.
Two weeks later...
Masquerade at the Opéra Populaire
The night of the Masquerade was grander than you could’ve ever imagined. Filled with dancing, drinking, and drunken laughter. Dressed in a mysterious, yet luxurious gown that appeared in your closet that night before, you truly gave the appearance of a Primadonna. Dancing with your date, Prince, you couldn’t fathom how this night could get any better.
Maestro POV
There she was in all her glory, my angel.
Wearing the dress and mask I picked out for her. I knew that color would make her skin pop.
And yet…here she is making a mockery of me, of my hard work by dancing with that insolent boy.
This cat and mouse game has gone on for too long. She needed to be taught a lesson about respecting her Maestro. The thought rushes to my cock impatiently waiting for release. Usually, I would just take matters into my own hand, fisting my cock watching her touch herself without her knowledge. But with alcohol coursing through my veins, I felt bold.
Y/N POV
As the orchestra wrapped up the song and Prince was pulled away to a drinking game. You felt a strong presence behind you and then a tug. You wanted to scream and thrash but then a large yet familiar hand covered your mouth.
“Is this how you repay me Angel? What have I done to deserve this? I have been so caring and I took you under my wing!”
His long winded rant falling upon deaf ears as he drags you to his lair under the opera.
“Perhaps I have been too soft on you.” Petting your hair with a slight disgust as he places you on his bed.
Being so taken by your Maestro, you do not take in the true beauty of his lair and notice the ornate shrines in your honor that decorate his dwellings.
“You are a very naïve Angel, you think I don’t know? How you touch yourself and moan my name til the early morning hours—yet you mock me and my adoration for you in public” His cold mask touches your hot neck as you sit in shock.
He knew. He Knew
On those nights where you were engrossed in pleasure, he was there well. Not only were you two bonded by music but by lust as well.
His long fingers brushing up against your cloth cladded heat making you snap back to reality.
“Oh. My angel is a little pervert, aren’t you?” His two fingers plunging into your wetness, stretching you out.
“Answer me when I ask you a question.” His other hand grasping your jaw
“Yes-”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Maestro.”
He grins, kissing you forcefully, “That’s my good girl. But you've been bad tonight, haven’t you?”
“Yes Maestro.”
“And what happens to bad girls, hm?”
You whimper pathetically, so overcome with desire “They get punished, Maestro.”
“Such a quick learner, angel.”
With fever he undresses you and suddenly you are splayed across his lap as he rubs your ass squeezing a cheek every now and then.
Smack
You gasp as he immediately soothes the area tenderly.
“I know it hurts but you have to learn angel, how about this I’ll give you ten spankings and then I’ll take care of you.” Rubbing your drenched panties as you nod.
The ten spanks do nothing to reprimand you but only excite you further, moaning out a thank you with every spank.
“Good girl, you took it well angel” rubbing your battered bottom to soothe you.
“Are you going to take care of me now Maestro?” You snivel out while looking back at him, making him smile, “Confident now are we angel? Of course I will dear” Pressing a kiss to your forehead
Turning you over, being careful not to put much pressure on your sore lower half, and kissing down your body, stopping right above your w.
“I’m sure you’ve dreamt about this, dreaming of my tongue giving you such carnal pleasures that you forget all about that boy?” You wince at the mention of Prince,
“Please-please do not mention him, I do not want him, I only want you, Maestro. I want all of you, even without the mask.” Which makes him suddenly sit up, you can’t tell if it's out of anger or surprise.
“Are you just trying to appease me? By making light of my deformity?!” You try to reach out to touch his mask, but he pulls away
“No! I mean it sincerely! I am at your will, and I beg of the pleasure only you can give me, Maestro.” Deciding to forgo touching his mask but his groin instead “I need you, I crave you, please take care of me.” Stroking his clothed groin, making him groan.
“You are succubus not an angel, a pure nymph,” you smile at his clear break in his hard exterior.
“Then I’ll shall be a succubus, let me please you, let us become one with the lust we share”
(A large blurb based on my experience playing genshin and cause I lost my 50-50. However this is a raceless, bodyless, genderless post so anyone can read and all are encouraged to read.)
Well here it was! They could finally claim his C1 after so long! He could finally be close to them! No longer would he sit on the sidelines while they played with Ganyu and Kokomi or Ayato... Cyno... Diluc... Scaramouche... Kaeya! NO! None of them would be of any use to her anymore! She'd never have to take him out of her team.
Of course They'd have to build him a team... But They already had everyone they need for a hyperbloom team! Nahida, Shinobu, and to his Chagrin... Kazuha... though he couldn't fuss too much as they've had Kazuha long before he was even released into the game. Though if that didn't work they could always use fridge... But he'd want her to use Ganyu for that! No way was he about to let Kaeya onto his team to steal his players attention away!
They'd stroll through the lush mountainside of Fontaine together... visit Catherine in the court of Fontaine after their daily run... He'd even get to eat their delectable cooking! And maybe... maybe They'd even put him in their serenitea pot! Oh how he longed for that moment!
But there they were pulling on Zhongli's banner. At first he reasoned that they were going to put Zhongli on his team as there were a few team comps with the two of them together and it wouldn't be out of the question for them to have a mostly 5 star team... they have had one before... but then he remembered that one of those teams needs furina which they unfortunetly didn't have. What was going on?
Were they... trying to replace him? WHY? He was- He IS the best unit in the game! He's SS ranked! He has complex lore! He was drop dead gorgeous (their words, not his)! They've said he was their favorite on multiple occasions! He figured it out as they were doing some stealth and let me tell you, it started to pour. Attempt after attempt it rained, and rained. It splashed onto the ground like there was no tomorrow. Some NPC's started to whisper and worry that his tears would singlehandedly flood Teyvat.
The player was nearing they're 10 pull and he knew what he needed to do. He was sure they were about to pull a 5 star and he would make sure it wasn't Zhongli. He looked at the 7 standard five stars when his gaze fell on Mona. PERFECT! This would surely send them a message. After all Mona was Hydro too so he knew they'd obviously get the message that a certain someone wasn't happy with them.
He sauntered over there with a fire in his eyes. "Miss Mona," He put on a calm voice, "how would you like an all expenses paid trip to Fontaine?" He smiled politely at her.
"Monsieur Neuvillette! How generous of you to offer! I-I couldn't though..."
"Nonsense! Of course you can! A five star hotel and penthouse suite, private Michelin chef, I'll even take care of your rent for you for however long you decide to stay." He sweetened the pot more and more; circling her like a hungry vulture sizing up it's prey.
"Wow... okay then!" She grabs his hands in thanks.
He reeled back. "Not so fast. I need you to do something for me first."
He face fell in shock. "Oh! Yes of course..." She knew it was too good to be true.
His voice dropped into a sinister husk. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the golden star that would soon be falling down into the players hands. "All I need you to do is ruin our players 50-50 pull on Zhongli..." He whispered into her ear.
"That's it?" She looked up at him skeptically.
"That's it." He nodded, pushing her toward the star a bit.
"OKAY!!" She nodded excitedly and hopped on right as the player pulled.
He looked longingly at their crushed face and smiled symapthetically. "Sorry darling... but you're only allowed to have one dragon Daddy in your life."
