Dangerous (Baba Fanfiction/Request)
Anonymous said to empty-aesthetic-princess: Could you do #9 from that prompt meme thingy? With Baba from kbtbb (if you write for him ) please :)
Of course (: Honestly that prompt post is my favorite because so many of those quotes are hilarious taken out of context, especially this one! P.S. It’s my first Baba fic so I hope it’s alright <3
Prompt selections taken from here:
9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”
“Are you sure about this, Ota?”, I asked the artist as put the finishing touches on my makeup. It was Halloween and all of us were attending Mr. Ichinomiya’s costume tonight in the grand ballroom. I had asked Ota to help me with my costume because I wanted to surprise Baba, but I was starting to get a little nervous about it.
“Oh, stop worrying, Koro!” Ota said as he took a step back to admire his work. I had chosen to dress up as a vampire, and Ota had come over early to do my hair and makeup. It had taken a little over an hour, and he finally whirled me around in my chair to take a look at the finished product.
I gasped audibly at the sight of my unrecognizable reflection. Ota had given me a red smokey eye, insanely long false eyelashes and a deep red pouty lip, and my long hair fell down my shoulders beautiful, loose curls. I looked mysterious, dangerous even, and I wondered fleetingly if I could put a look like this off.
“You look better than usual”, Ota remarked and chuckled. I rolled my eyes. He had done me a big favor tonight, so I couldn’t be as snarky to him as I would have liked.
“Thanks for your help, Ota”, I said.
“I’m not finished yet”, Ota said and pulled a small package out of his pocket. I sighed and put my hands on my hips.
“Are those really necessary? I don’t want to have to wear them all night.”, I whined. Ota grinned widely and gently bopped me on the nose.
“Bad Koro,” he chided me. “What kind of werewolf doesn’t have fangs?”
“I’m a vampire, Ota” I said, glaring at him.
“Could’ve fooled me. Now would you just relax? You won’t even notice that they’re in your mouth.” I sighed and gave in, opening up wide and bearing my teeth to him.
“Jesus, are you sure you’re not a werewolf? Koro used to look exactly like that!”, he laughed. I narrowed my eyes.
“Quit it or I’ll bite”, I muttered darkly. Ota continued laughing as he inserted the fangs onto my teeth.
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“______, are you almost ready?”, Baba’s voice called from the other side of the bedroom door. I was standing in the mirror assessing my completed costume, adjusting it for about the 100th time. Ota had helped me find a blood red Victorian-style ballgown, complete with a corset. It was absolutely gorgeous and I loved the way it looked, except for one thing: my cleavage in this costume was insane. I honestly never thought my breasts could look like that, and it was making me a little self-concious about walking around a ballroom full of people with my chest fully on display.
“Come on, pretty lady! I want to see my beautiful vampire!”, Baba called again. Well, here goes nothing.
I stepped outside our bedroom and Baba’s jaw hit the floor. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my cleavage a little too long, and I felt my cheeks redden. Baba was dressed as a dashing pirate, with a black velvet Captain’s hat replacing his signature fedora. He looked unbelievably handsome and I smiled shyly at him.
“What? Do I look okay?”, I asked Baba as he continued to stare at me open-mouthed.
“Princess, you look incredible”, he said, sweeping into a dramatic bow and kissing my hand. I giggled and he stepped forward to wrap his arms around me. “I can’t believe how lucky I am”, he whispered.
“Ota did a pretty good job”, I said and Baba lightly shook his head.
“______, you always look beautiful. Even when you’re not a dangerous vampire.” Baba grinned and kissed me softly, letting his fingers gently pass through the curls in my hair.
“Ota told me you threatened to bite him”, he added with a chuckle.
“Well, I’m a dangerous vampire. I might bite you too”, I said, smiling and flashing Baba my fangs. His grip tightened around my waist and he leaned in closer.
“Is that a threat or a promise, pretty lady?”, he murmured seductively in my ear and tingles ran down my spine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he leaned in to press his lips against mine. His kisses began lightly at first but soon turned more passionate.
“Baba, we’re gonna be late”, I said breathlessly between kisses.
“I can’t help it”, he uttered and moved his lips down to my neck. “You look so sexy right now.” He pulled back to look at my cleavage and traced his long finger over my exposed skin, eliciting a soft moan from me.
“Baba...” I whispered and he grinned.
“Come on, princess. The sooner we get to this party, the sooner we can come home”, he said and winked. The implication behind that sentence made me bite my lip in anticipation. Baba outstretched his hand to me and I intertwined my fingers with his.
“I love you so much”, he murmured. He stared deep into my eyes as he brought the back of my hand up to his lips. I smiled at him, all my nervousness from before forgotten.
I love you too, Baba.”, I said. He grinned back at me.
“I can’t to show off my beautiful girl to everyone!”, he said cheerfully as he put on his pirate sword and bandolier and I slipped on my heels.
“Arrrr you ready?!” he asked in his best pirate voice and I stopped in my tracks.
Oh, God. The puns...they’re never going to stop tonight...
I rolled my eyes and giggled at my fiancé. At least he didn’t have a parrot on his shoulder.
“Oops, almost forgot”, he muttered and pulled a plastic parrot out of a bag by the door.
Guess I spoke too soon. I shook my head giggling to myself as I walked downstairs with Baba.
Thanks for this request! Baba doesn’t get nearly enough love, I swear. He’s so sweet and adorable and cheesy and funny and if I wasn’t desperately in love with a certain coffee-drinking, trigger finger on the penthouse pager, moody ass, way too rich CEO, Baba would be my bias (: <3