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Let our lips lock, baby - K.MG

💋Who; Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) x female reader 💋What; Friends to lovers smut. Fluff. They are in LOVE okay. Birthday boy Gyu <3 💋Wordcount; 9.8k 💋Warnings; Profanity. Pet names from them both(baby/sweetheart). A single solitary thigh spank. Oral(female receiving). Gyu gets a little posessive over reader for a second but it's more amusing than anything. I don't think there's actually anything specific that needs to be mentioned? But do let me know. They're on very equal grounds throughout this entire story and I love that for them <3

Minors do NOT interact. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in the bio.

Summary; The intention is to sneak into Mingyu's apartment(get let in by Wonwoo) and set up banners and balloons ready for when he wakes. And then you'll cook him a meal like he's been asking for and give him his birthday gift. You don't really have a plan for what happens after that, you assume you'll just hang out, you really don't expect a confession and to wind up in his bed.

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A/N- The biggest juiciest thank you ever goes to @sluttywoozi for being so supportive as I wrote this! If it wasn't for you, sweetheart, this would just be soft hours, not sorny hours 💖💖💖 And just the svthub members in general for being actual sweethearts like wtf pls save some sweet for the rest of the world okay <3

ps. scroll to the very bottom to see a very serious birthday edit I made of Mingyu instead of writing this :))

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Honestly, it's a little worrying just how easy it is to sneak around the apartment without detection. You had known that Mingyu is a heavy sleeper for quite a while now but it still concerns you that you literally managed to enter his room, tidy the little mess and set up decorations all while he slept obliviously in his bed with his mouth wide open in a sign of good sleep. Still, it makes everything all that much easier.

"Ohmygod, hyung!" The thrilled gasp edged with a just-awake roughness, alerts you to the fact that Mingyu has finally woken and spotted the decorations in his room. A few seconds later, he is stumbling through the apartment in search of his flatmate but instead finds you in the kitchen. "Oh, you're not hyung." He mutters dumbly, eyes wide. Yours are too but mostly because he is in rather skimpy little boxers and nothing else.

"I'm not," You confirm, staring without blinking at the extensive beautiful skin exposed to your eyes. Not that you have never seen Mingyu topless before, or even in shorts, but this is something else entirely that you have only dreamed of until now.

And then Mingyu realises what he is wearing, or more specifically what he isn't wearing and squeaks before rushing off with an embarrassed blush burning up his neck and cheeks.

When Mingyu returns ten minutes later, he is freshly showered and fully dressed, much to your disappointment. But at least he isn't just in sweatpants and a hoodie like you had expected; he's pulled on his nice jeans and a crisp plain black t-shirt that clings to his torso and is perhaps more devastating than seeing him bare. At least when he was bare it was less like being teased with something just out of sight. Either way, he is out of reach in every way.

The outfit choice makes you tilt your head a little in puzzlement. "You put on your date outfit." You comment, knowing that the jeans and t-shirt combo is a very common choice for Mingyu when he's going on a casual date with someone.

"You look nice, I thought I should too," Is his simple response as he shrugs and walks over to put his arms around your waist from behind and finally greet you as you usually greet one another; with a hug that is perhaps a little too lingering for the nothing-more-than-friends status you both claim to have. Which is true, nothing has ever happened between you two that passes platonic; it's just the fact that you want it to and if your mutual friends can be trusted, so does Mingyu.

"You said you like this dress," You inform, turning back to the food that you are working on. "And regularly complain that I never make an effort when I hang out with you. Seeing as it's a special occasion, I figured I should grant your wish, birthday boy." You tease and feel him grin happily against your neck where he is still tucked down into like he favours. It always amazes you how such a giant man will shrink down for extended periods just to give affection to those he cares about. "Go sit at the table, this'll be ready soon. Your breakfast, my lunch." You muse, pointing out that it is already almost 1 pm, but you had honestly expected as much. Mingyu is notorious amongst your friends for sleeping into the afternoon on days when he doesn't have to get up. And he always takes his birthday off to allow that luxury.

"Ah, you finally agreed to cook for me." He coos and squeezes you happily before letting his arms unwind, hands sliding over your waist in a way that has you suppressing a shiver. Either he doesn't notice your little shaky inhale or simply chooses to ignore it as he relocates over to the dining table.

"I asked what you wanted for your birthday, you said you wanted me to cook for you." You remind, glancing over as he gasps and picks up the little ribbon-wrapped box on the tabletop while he sits down.

"Is this for me too?" He looks over at you with big eyes full of innocent excitement. He's so fucking cute that it is honestly a giant problem for your ability to keep a level heartbeat.

"Mm, of course, do you see another Mingyu here?" You raise an eyebrow, and then he notices the tag with his name on and giggles embarassedly. "Happy birthday, Gyu."

"Thank you," He breathes out, looking at you fondly for a few long seconds and then turns down to the box. "Can I open it now?"

"Whenever you want, it's yours." You confirm, turning off the heat to dish up the food onto two plates.

"Ah, after food." He decides, putting down the box to jump up with every intention of helping you; though you tut disapprovingly causing him to lower back to his seat like a scolded puppy.

"It's your birthday, let me dote on you."

"You dote on me anyway." He pouts slightly as you carry the plates over to put on the already cutely laid table, down to a little vase with fresh flowers in it. Mingyu has obviously noticed them and knows they're from you, Wonwoo wouldn't buy flowers for their apartment after all, but Mingyu does not have the mental capacity to point them out. It's too much for his poor smitten heart to handle after waking up to birthday balloons and banners, and then seeing you looking so beautiful cooking in his kitchen domestically. If he's forced to voice anything in regard to the appearance of his favourite flowers, he is pretty sure he'll do something stupid like confess his undying love for you and ask you to never leave.

"Yes, and you do it too, but today is about you, birthday boy." You retort and make a move to sit down. Mingyu is on his feet before your ass even touches the chair, just so that he can tuck you in like he always does. You let him have this one and just roll your eyes at his inability to not take care of you, even on a day entirely about him.

Soon Mingyu is making happy sounds in his seat on your adjacent left as he thoroughly enjoys every mouthful of food. As much as Mingyu is a foodie and savours his food in general, he still tends to practically inhale whatever is in front of him when he hasn't eaten in a while, but he is genuinely taking his time to absorb every flavour and texture of this meal. It makes your heart flutter to see the genuine appreciation he has for what you cooked for him.

It occurs to you as you take a photo of him enjoying his food to send to the group chat, that the scene very much looks like a date. Your friends all know what Mingyu tends to wear for dates and if they know your own outfit of the day- which Wonwoo at least does- then they will also know that it's one of your own date looks. You stare at your screen for a second then lock the device as you decide against sending them anything despite having agreed to send update pictures. You had already sent photos of the decorations in Mingyu's room though so that will be enough, right? You know that it most certainly is not enough where your nosey friends are concerned. Still, ignorance is bliss.

For the first time perhaps ever, you finish eating before Mingyu so just sit back and watch him contently. He knows that you're watching him and keeps grinning closed-lipped at you, not at all bothered by your attention. He isn't a hypocrite, he has watched you eat his own cooking in such a way many times before and will continue to do so. Mingyu knows exactly how wonderful it feels to witness anybody enjoying your own cooking, especially those you care about. And Mingyu knows that you care about him an awful lot, he is just kind of in denial that the care had long ago stretched way past platonic territory.

As soon as Mingyu puts his cutlery down on his empty plate, you jump up to take the dishes away making him whine. "I was about to do that!" He complains, pouting at you, his left hand wrapped around his glass of water that he barely managed to touch before you dart away with the dirty dishes and distract him from his drink.

"No, you weren't, birthday boy." You sing-song, rinsing off the dishes already to put in the dishwasher ready for later in the day when it will be full enough to warrant being turned on.

"Are you really going to do everything for me today?"

"Yep, whatever you want, I'm at your disposal, Gyu."

"Whatever I want?" He mumbles, more to himself than you, which is good because you don't hear his voice over the gentle clatter of dishes being placed into the dishwasher. All he can think about is getting the one thing he has wanted almost since the very day he first laid his eyes on you. Your lips. Your hands. Your body. You in your entirety. You by his side always so that he doesn't have to face the ache of watching you walk away ever again. But he can't ask for that, not even on his birthday.

After washing your hands, you return to your place at the table and lean onto your elbows on the tabletop. You don't notice the way the position accentuates your cleavage but Mingyu certainly does. It takes everything in him to not look down at your chest. "Are you going to open your gift now?" You prompt, nodding towards the little box.

"Oh, yeah!" He perks up and reaches out for it. "Though you really didn't have to get me anything, you already cooked for me and that's the best gift I've ever received."

"Don't be ridiculous, Gyu, it was just a meal. Not even a particularly exciting one either, you regularly cook much more extravagant meals for me." You pout a little, feeling guilty about the meal you made for him. You had spent weeks trying to come up with something special to cook for him; you had even made a secret groupchat with some of your friend group who you thought would be helpful and not just ignore the chat, to send recipes and ask opinions. It had actually been Seokmin in the end who had not quite snapped but got fed up with your consistent worries over the planned meal and told you that Mingyu wouldn't give a single fuck what you cooked, he just cared that you cooked it. Seeing Seokmin speak up like that made you finally listen to the reason the entire chat had been trying to talk into you, so you stopped looking for something fancy and just cooked something you are confident in already.

"It's not about that," Mingyu speaks, looking at you earnestly. "It's about the act itself; cooking something for me no matter what it is, shows you care. That's what I care about, not the meal itself. Though it was delicious and I really hope you cook it for me again." His smile turns cheeky by the end making you let out a soft laugh.

"Mm, just say when." You agree, smiling when his whole face lights up. You playfully scrunch your nose at him. He returns it without hesitation.

A moment passes between you, not a new moment but one you have both felt many times; a moment with something meaningful floating in the air between you. But as per usual, neither of you are brave enough to reach out and capture it.

At the same time, you both look down at the box still in his hands to redirect your attention to something that doesn't feel quite so big in your chests. Carefully, Mingyu pulls on the ribbon to untie the bow that you had spent a good half an hour trying to perfect that morning so that he can then pluck the lid free. After moving aside the tissue paper Mingyu's eyes land on the jewellery within. His expression melts along with his posture. With a cautious hand, he reaches out to touch one of the silver chains.

"I hope they're what you wanted; you were very vague when you said matching bracelets. I don't know who you intend to wear them with, but I hope you both like them. And that the design isn't entirely opposite to your intention." You worry a little at the end, your own gaze settling on the little double hearts on each somewhat dainty chain. Jeonghan had given you a look as if you were crazy when you had shown them to him last week; he insisted that Mingyu would break the chain within the first day of wearing it. But you know they are much more resilient than they look after extensive testing on them both. You are confident that even Mingyu's accident-prone self won't destroy the chains, yet even if he does, you'll just buy him more. Any many as he wants. So long as he's happy, you'll buy him anything his heart desires. "I just know you like love heart designs and everything else didn't really suit you in my mind."

"They're beautiful." He breathes out then scoots closer to you and holds his left arm out over the table top. "Put it on me, please?"

"Sure," You agree even if you're confused about why he isn't waiting until he gives the matching one to whoever his intended recipient is. Still, you pluck one of the bracelets from its secure seat in the box to wind it around his wrist and clasp it in place. Your fingers trace over the chain and his skin for a second before you start to pull back. But Mingyu quickly, though gently, grasps your right hand to tug it closer to him. "Gyu," You murmur with widened eyes when he pulls the remaining chain from the box. "Gyu, I didn't buy it with this intention." You explain rapidly, worried that he thinks that you expect him to give the other to you purely because you had purchased the matching pair.

"I asked for it with this intention." He admits eyes focused on the chain he ties around your wrist. "Why do you think I asked you to get me matching bracelets if not to share with you?"

"I don't know. I've bought you stuff to match with the guys before."

"Mm, true," He agrees and looks up at you though his fingers remain on your wrist tenderly. "But I wanted these for us; something I can wear every day and have a reminder of you, so I can look down and feel better because I'll be thinking of you."

"Gyu…" You breathe out. His words hold a lot more weight than anything the pair of you dare to utter to one another; like he has finally reached out and caught onto that thing between you and now he is offering you the chance to reach back out. But you don't know what to say, how to reach out without risking the weight of his words not being what you hope.

He stares at you for a moment, lip between his teeth as he chews on it a little with nerves filling his chest. He's already said it, there isn't any going back now. So he decides that if he can't go back, he should keep going forward and take that leap that he truly hopes with everything in him will end in your open arms. "You said whatever I want, right?" He recalls. It takes you a second to understand what exactly he means but then you nod. "Well, I have something that I've wanted for a really long time, something only you can give me. But I don't want you to give it to me just because I asked and it's my birthday. Okay?"

"Uh, okay?" You reply, confused yet very hopeful that whatever his request is, it will be enough that if you reach out, your hand will find his own doing the same. "What is it?"

"Will you kiss me?" Your eyebrows lift in surprise as your heart races in your chest. "And not…not just because kissing is nice and you haven't kissed anyone in a while so you're happy to kiss for that reason." You don't even care that he has bluntly mentioned your lack of any kind of action in the past months. "But because you want to kiss me and not because I'm one of your closest friends or just for a sexual thing but because you like me and want me the way that I want you."

Your voice is barely a whisper when you respond. "And how do you want me?"

"By my side from now until forever as mine, and me as yours entirely."

"Really?" Your voice is choked and there are tears in your eyes from his sincere words.

Mingyu's own eyes look as if they are gathering tears too. Though his aren't wet just because of the rapidly growing cloud of something between you with his hands deep inside as he tries to direct it to your own touch. He's fucking petrified that he is ruining everything between you yet he hadn't been able to stop talking and let his truth flow free. He will never forgive himself if his honesty pushes you away; he'd rather have you as nothing more than a friend than not at all, so long as you're still such a big part of his life.

"Yeah, I-I'm kind of really in love with you," He admits with a weak chuckle. He tries to lighten the mood with a smile but it's much too shaky to do the job.

Luckily though, you don't notice, you're already darting forward to lean over the table and kiss him utterly overwhelmed by his confession and the swell of your heart to have the mentality to voice anything in response. You hope your lips against his will suffice until you have your full faculties back.

For a handful of seconds, Mingyu remains frozen solid in his seat, eyes wide on your own closed ones closer to his face than you have ever been before. He had hoped you'd react positively, but he hadn't dared to expect it. The hope itself had seemed like a dream. So it takes him a few seconds to fully register that you have just fucking kissed him despite all he said. You two have such a solid mutual respect for one another that he knows that you will never play with his emotions in any way. It's that mental reminder that has him jerking back to reality. His hands fly up to cup your face as his eyes close and he finally kisses you back with a soft groan.

Considering that the kiss had been rather one-sided for its start, it isn't a sweet kiss by any means. It's passionate from the first second that his lips press back against yours; both of you are full of so much emotion for one another for so long that it's being released all at once.

You hadn't intended to get carried away in the way Mingyu's tongue caresses your own or how he regularly lets out little low sounds from the back of his throat to show how pleased he is by the way that your mouths move with this same pure need for one another, but you do.

Only when you find yourself on his lap, table edge pressing into your lower back and his erection grinding up between your spread legs, do you actually recall that you hadn't meant to do more than just kiss the man until you gain your mental clarity back. Not that you do gain your mental clarity back but you've both pulled apart to desperately refill your lungs even without stopping your hips moving against each other.

"Gyu," You manage, holding his face firmly and looking into his heavy gaze. He licks his lips but doesn't respond verbally. He's at least staring at you intently enough that you know he will hear you even over the lust thick in his veins. "I'm in love with you too."

All at once, Mingyu falls still and blinks at you in dumb surprise. He hadn't expected you to say as much; even if you do feel the same way, he thought your return confession would come later. You know, after he's fucked you until you can't walk without thinking of his cock every single step. "You are?" He asks, not because he thinks you'd lie, but just because his blood is not circulating around his brain enough for him to have the ability to decipher if it's just a horny hallucination fuelled by his own love for you.

"Yeah, have been for a while."

"Oh." Another few empty blinks at you before he beams and wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. "I love you so so so so so much, sweetheart. You'll be mine, right?" He leans back to look at you with big eyes full of love and a hint of pleading.

"Yeah, yeah, of course." You agree, beaming right back at him with your arms around his neck. "For as long as you want me."

"How does forever sound?" Mingyu offers with a cheeky smile.

You take a moment to just admire him, admire the man who owns your entire heart and soul. "I'm not sure it's long enough." You will happily dedicate an eternity to loving Kim Mingyu but even then, you aren't sure that it's long enough in comparison to the devotion he deserves.

"But it's a start."

"It's a start." You agree with a single nod. He smiles adoringly at you then lifts one hand from around you to cup your cheek tenderly and leads you into a kiss. This one isn't like the other, there's no lust in this, even if it still burns in your very blood and clearly in his too based on the bulge still pressing against you. All the kiss contains is pure unfiltered love, and you hope to have many more like it in your future together. And you're positive that it is going to be a long and happy future.

The longer the kiss goes on, the more the lust trickles back in. Soon enough, you're grinding against each other looking for friction and to feel one another closer.

"Baby," Mingyu pants out, gripping your hips tight to force you to a stop. You pout at him confused and rather offended. "There's something else I want. For my birthday."

"If it's to fuck me, you have my very enthusiastic consent." You reply immediately and try to move back in to reunite your lips but he holds you still making you whine. "Gyu,"

"No, it's not. Well, I mean I do want to fuck you, a lot but that's not what's on my mind right now." You pointedly look down at the borderline obscene bulge in his jeans then back up at him. He giggles a little, kind of shy and very out of place but so fucking cute that you can't help but smile in return.

"Okay, what do you want, birthday boy?" You coo, brushing your fingers through his hair.

"To eat you out." You raise an eyebrow at him. You thought he'd ask for a blow job if anything, not for him to go down on you. Not that you're against that at all. "Can I?"

"Mm, sure, baby, whatever you want." You agree. He grins then abruptly hoists you up onto the table making you yelp in alarm at being manhandled out of the blue. Once again, not that you're against that at all.

"I've wanted to get my mouth on you for so long," He admits breathlessly as he watches his hands smooth up your spread thighs in front of him. "Thought about how you'd taste, dreamed about it." He slowly pushes the skirt of your dress up and up and up until it's bunched at the crease between your thighs and hips.

You watch him stare at the seat of your panties for a moment, his fingers pressing into your thighs and mouth open. "For someone who's wanted this for so long, you're taking your time getting to it, baby." You tease, tapping his chin causing him to snap his mouth shut embarrassedly while flicking his eyes up to you.

"Shut up, I'm overwhelmed," He mumbles, tilting his head towards your hand so that you cup his cheek. Your thumb brushes over his lips so he presses a kiss to it without thought.

"Overwhelmed in a good way?"

"The best way," Mingyu confirms, nodding in your hold. "I just found out that you love me and now I get to touch and taste you. It's a lot, I'm not sure I've even absorbed that you love me yet."

"Will it help if I say it again?" You tease, leaning down towards his face. He straightens as you lower as if drawn to you without him even needing to consciously move his body. You have only just come together but already, it's so natural to you both.

"Only one way to find out."

Instead of saying the words, you press your lips to his. You kiss him softly, slowly in a way that makes his breath hitch and his fingers tremble a little against your skin. With just a hint of sweetness. "I love you, Mingyu, more than I can put into words."

"I can't either." He agrees and brushes his nose against yours softly before pressing a flutter of a kiss to your cheek, and then another a little lower. "I'm not good with words," Another kiss below the last. "I never have been," He continues to speak in between creating a trail of his lips over your jaw and down onto your neck, trying his utmost to carve a path of his love into your skin in hopes of it reaching your very centre and finding a home there. "And I'll spend my whole fucking life trying to find them for you." His lips are at your collarbones by now with little flashes of his tongue to taste every inch of you he can. It sends your stomach both fluttering and burning. "But for now, let me try and show you instead." He pulls his mouth from you to stand up and hover over you with both of his hands finding your face to direct your gaze up into his own.

You nod a little in agreement. "Show me, Gyu." You encourage on a whisper before his lips are back on yours, tongue sliding into your mouth as he encourages you to lay back against the tabletop without once breaking the kiss.

And then in true Mingyu fashion, once you are flat against the wood and he reaches up to prop himself up over you, he knocks over the vase of flowers.

He shrieks and flails to try and catch them but the vase topples over, spilling water out over the wood and thanks to his failed correction, in your direction. You just stare dumbly at him. It all happened so fast. One second you're making out with your boyfriend and the next, you're soaked and not in the ideal area. Luckily, it actually isn't an awful lot of water but having it over half of your face and chest really is not enjoyable in any way.

"Ohmygod, I am so sorry, baby," Mingyu rushes out when he looks at you instead of the mess of stems and petals over the table amongst the water. "I didn't mean to get you wet!" You raise an eyebrow with a suggestive grin. Instantly, his worry goes and he laughs. "This is the wrong kind of wet." He muses and plonks the vase down so that he can wrap his arms around you and pull you upright against his chest. "Will you be upset if I ignore the flowers you bought me to take you to bed and make you wet in the other way?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"I think I'd be more upset if you focused on the flowers."

"Good." Mingyu lowers just enough to get your thighs up around his waist and his hands under them securely before lifting. "Always wanted to pick you up." He admits off-handedly as he traipses through the apartment.

"Why?"

"Because…you let Seungcheol do it that time but no one else." He pouts and you giggle, absently playing with the hair at his nape where your fingers lay comfortably. "Don't laugh at me." He whines. The slap of his palm against the underside of your thigh isn't hard and doesn't hurt at all but the point gets through. Even if it is entirely contradictory behaviour to his sulking.

"Yes sir," You reply, a tease but your voice is serious. The only sign of the playful response is in the way your eyes sparkle on him. He gives you an unimpressed look but quickly breaks and smiles. Though seconds later, the smile turns into a smirk and he tosses you onto his bed.

"You look good in my bed." He grins, eyes darkening as they roam you from where he stands at the side of the bed with his hands on his hips.

"Look better with you on top of me, come on." You settle with your head on the soft pillows and spread your legs invitingly while pulling your skirt up higher. Mingyu is between your thighs in seconds, chest flat to the mattress and face alarmingly close for the speed at which he moves. For a second, you really think that he's going to collide with you; although you have wanted Mingyu's mouth on for a long time, that would certainly not be how you fantasised. "Ohmygod, I thought you were going to faceplant my vagina for a second." You admit in a relieved exhale. He snorts a laugh then shuffles a little closer so that he can press a kiss at the crease of your inner right thigh over the edge of your panties.

There aren't any further words exchanged between you, just a moment of heated eye contact before Mingyu adjusts his position and pulls the seat of your panties to expose you to him. He takes a few seconds to burn this image of you all slick and bare for him in his mind; something for him to look back on when he misses you.

Because he knows he will. He missed you before he even had you and now? Good luck ever going a day without him whining for you in some way.

You let him look even if it makes you blush and squirm a little, half shy, half aroused at the intensity of his burning gaze locked between your spread thighs. He isn't even holding your legs open, just resting his left hand on your inner thigh without any pressure while his right keeps your panties aside. If he was anyone else, your thighs would've closed already but this is Mingyu, the man you hope to spend a lifetime with, so you figure you shouldn't be shy with him. He'll see it all eventually anyway.

Just before you can change your mind and try to encourage him either verbally or by reaching out and pulling him in, he leans down and licks a broad stripe over you, pulling your wetness onto his tongue and making you inhale sharply at the sudden wet touch. He groans deeply and his eyes almost roll back as he sucks the flavour off of you from his own tongue to swallow down. And then he's back, diving right down with his left hand moving to use his thumb to hold you open and give him easier access to lap at the arousal trickling from your hole.

He doesn't really give you any chance to think, just grip the sheets below you with your mouth open and eyes shut while he devours you with more enthusiasm than you could've ever expected. If you didn't think it before, you certainly do now; Kim Mingyu is the personification of your wettest dreams. The way his tongue travels over your folds hungrily, lips joining to suck and kiss wherever his heart desires, is so fucking sinful in the best of ways. You think he may very well suck your soul out of your clit at this rate and you'll thank him for it.

"Gyu," You finally manage to make a sound beside the whimpers and moans he skillfully pulls from your throat in a way nobody could, not even yourself and you truly thought you knew your body through and through by this point. But boy were you wrong. And for the first time, you're very fucking happy to be proven incorrect.

And apparently, calling his name out of the blue is not a smart move because he immediately leans up to look at you with wide eyes of concern. "Yeah, baby? You okay?"

"Don't fucking stop!" You wail in complaint, reaching out to knot your fingers into his hair and force him back down. Though he's more than willing to get his mouth back on your dripping pussy and lowers easily under your hands with a pleased groan. "Don't stop," You repeat on an exhale, watching him devour you as if it's his sole reason for existing. You wish you could watch him for longer but your neck quickly starts to hurt from the awkward angle so you flop back down and let your eyes close again.

Mingyu glances up at you for a second then also closes his own eyes with a self-satisfied smirk. He has imagined this so many times before; how you'd taste on his tongue, how you'd feel against his lips, but nothing he imagined can hold a candle to the haven he's discovered between your thighs. He knows he could happily spend all day with his head between your thighs and his tongue buried in your pussy. He wonders if you'd let him. Not right now, he thinks that would be too much for your first day together but in the future. Tomorrow? Yeah, he'll ask to do it tomorrow, you can both call in sick to work as far as he's concerned.

Honestly, Mingyu is too lost in his own actions to register the way your legs are pulling in either side of his head and your moans changing in pitch and frequency. He only notices when suddenly he has a thigh pressed to either side of his head and you're pressing down against him with a call of his name. His eyes fly open to watch you arch off of the bed as your orgasm shocks through your body. He doesn't mean to groan lowly where his lips are wrapped around your clit but he does and the vibration is too much when you're barely through your climax so you scramble to push his head away. "Sorry, sorry," He pants out, crawling up the bed to hover over you while you slump down, eyes closed and chest heaving. He lowers onto his elbows on either side of you to kiss your neck softly while he waits for you to catch your breath back. He isn't expecting anything more than this and would be happy if you wanted to just leave it here for today, but he's sure as shit hoping you'll let him put his cock in you even for a moment. At this point, he's sure it won't take more than just a moment or two for him to cum anyway, his dick is throbbing in his boxers, pressing against his jeans in a way that he's only now realising is actually a little painful.

The second your breath is back, you tug him up to lock your lips together. His are a little damp and sticky still but you find you don't mind tasting yourself when it's on Mingyu's tongue.

You don't wait long at all before reaching down for the hem of his t-shirt to pull it up. He leans back to give you a questioning look, more to make sure you're certain than anything else. You continue to pull it up so he maneuvers to allow you to remove it from his body.

"You're insane, you know?" You murmur out awed as you take in his defined torso. For the first time, you can touch him to your heart's content so you run your palms over his newly exposed skin, memorising the warmth, the dips and ridges of him.

"What?" He laughs confusedly, looking between your bodies and taking in how your hands look against him, how your skin tone compliments his own perfectly. Like you were made to complement each other. For each other. As he looks up at you and observes the reverence on your beautiful features, he thinks perhaps you were. It's that thought that has him lowering back to your lips again before you can even answer his question. He has the sudden urge to love you in every way he possibly can; not that he never does, but right now it's less of the usual consistent buzz and more like a heated thrumming right under the surface of his skin.

You let out a little surprised 'mmh' against his lips yet don't hesitate to kiss him back. Your hands first lift to hold his face but then they move back down, over his pecs and abs all the way to the waistband of his jeans where you tuck your fingers underneath in a silent request. He groans a little and presses against your hand in wordless consent so you quickly open the button and pull down the zipper so that you can snake a hand underneath and palm at him over his boxers.

Mingyu immediately pulls out of the kiss with a hiss and a low curse. "Baby, I'll cum if you touch me." He warns, locking pleading eyes on you. You can't quite tell what he's pleading for though. Not when his words say one thing and his hips rolling against your palm tells you another.

"Isn't that kind of the point?" You muse, lifting a teasing eyebrow.

"I don't want to," He pouts. Without hesitation, you pull your hands away and hold them to yourself. "No, I didn't mean to stop." He whines.

"What the fuck, Mingyu?" You complain, pinching his nipple making him yelp and squirm away a little but only for a second as he returns right back. Always drawn to you and unable to hide it anymore, he doesn't want to hide it anymore. Wants the world to know if at all possible.

"I mean I don't want to cum like that." He explains, soothing your displeasure with a few sweet kisses to your forehead and temple. "I really want to be inside you."

"Oh," Your expression swiftly shifts into understanding and then delight. "I really want you inside me too, Gyu."

"Yeah?" It's kind of comical the way his eyes light up in pure excitement. More like he has been offered his favourite food, not to fuck you. Well, considering the enthusiasm with which he ate you out earlier though, you may very well be his new favourite thing to eat.

"Yeah, so get naked." You confirm with a giggle that only grows when he scrambles off of the bed to shed his clothes. He stumbles multiple times in his haste and honestly, you're too fucking endeared and in love with this giant clumsy idiot to do anything but sit and watch him with a stupid grin on your face.

He only notices that you have not done anything but sit upright when he turns to climb back on the bed entirely naked and spots you watching him. "You're not naked." He comments, a fresh pout pursing his lips.

"I got distracted watching the man I'm in love with," You explain smoothly. Mingyu's cheek flushes as he smiles at your words, his heart swelling with his own love in his chest. He's not sure he'll ever get used to hearing you admit to your love for him. He doesn't think he wants to get used to it.

He climbs up onto the bed further and reaches out to the hem of your skirt. You get up onto your knees in front of him and lift your arms. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before removing the dress from your body to toss it to the floor carelessly. Later he will worry about the creases in it from being on the floor, but right now he can't think about anything but you.

"You're so beautiful." He exhales heavily as he roams his gaze over your bra and panty-clad body. You're glad you wore one of your nice matching sets today, you think he deserves to see your nice lingerie for your first time together at least.

"So're you." You reach around your back to unlatch your bra. Mingyu's eyes widen in interest for a second then he moves in and pulls the straps from your shoulders so that he can also discard that piece of clothing, leaving you in your damp, slightly stretched-out panties. "How do you want me?" You ask as you hook your thumbs in the waistband, but Mingyu bats your hands away gently so that he can have the honour of stripping you naked.

"On your back." He murmurs as he works the material down your thighs.

"Don't want me to ride you?" You offer, his eyes snap up to you and he goes very quiet and still for a few seconds as the mental image of you bouncing on his cock assaults his mind. And then he's shaking it away with a physical shake of his head and nudging you down to your earlier position so that he can remove the last item keeping you from being as bare as him.

"Not right now, I'll cum too fast." He admits, settling between your thighs on his knees and just looking at you with his hands on your inner thighs just above your knees. "Might cum too fast anyway." He confesses in a mumble making you choke out a laugh at his abrupt confession. "Will you break up with me if I cum as soon as I feel your pussy on my cock?" He asks, looking genuinely worried at the thought and like he seriously wants an answer.

So you take a breath so that you don't laugh again and shake your head a little. "No, Gyu, I won't break up with you if that happens."

"Promise?"

"I promise." You assure, squeezing his hands a little. His left moves up to grab yours in return and lace your fingers together on your thigh.

"Okay," He relaxes as he accepts your words as truth then looks down to focus on his right hand as it moves from your thigh and to between your legs. "I should've stretched you earlier when I had my mouth on you." He realises, prodding at your entrance with his lips slightly protruding in concentration and a little regret at his lack of forethought destroying his plans of sliding into your pussy any second.

"Do you want me to do it?" You offer. Two of his fingers slide into you in answer making your breath catch but then you laugh a little at his reaction.

"No, nobody touches this pussy except me." He argues firmly, already working to move his fingers within you, in and out while scissoring them with his only goal to stretch you enough to comfortably fit his thick cock inside.

"I-I can't even t-touch my own body now?" You ask, amused but his fingers in you feel too good for you to actually put any emotion into your voice. You vaguely hope he doesn't take it the wrong way and does understand that you're trying to joke with him, but mostly you don't care how he takes it so long as he keeps stretching you out in that way. It's a rushed job, you know that, you can tell that he obviously only wants one thing right now and this isn't for giving you any pleasure, but it still is. Maybe it's the way he's being a little rough about it without actually being rough, he's giving you the chance to adjust to his fingers but he's already adding a third and jabbing them into you sooner than you would yourself.

"Not like this," Mingyu answers, eyes still on his task between your thighs, though now he's seeing the way you're leaking even more and he's sort of clicking back into the fact that he should consciously be making this good for you. Though the slick sounds mixed with your laboured breathing and intermittent soft moans tell him that he doesn't really need to try to make this good for you. But next time, next time he'll make you cum until the sheets are soaked down to the mattress before he puts his cock in you. "Are you on birth control?" The question feels entirely out of the blue so you can't be blamed for not answering and just blinking at him for a second. He slows his hand to a stop and lifts his head when you don't answer. "I really want to cum in you." He explains.

"Oh, uh, no. I kept forgetting to take it." You answer and feel genuinely bad when his expression falls. He looks kind of heartbroken. "I plan to get something else soon though, so in the future you can."

"Okay," He smiles agreeably then removes his fingers from you to reach over to his bedside table, open it and rummage inside to find a condom.

"You'd have more luck if you let go of my hand." You muse watching him struggle to open the foil packet with one hand, the corner of it carefully held between his front teeth.

"No," He refuses around closed teeth. There's a victorious sound from him when the foil rips open. He spits out the ripped piece of the packet to the side and you watch the corner flutter away knowing he will be annoyed at himself for littering his floor later. "Uhm," His lost mutter draws your attention back to him. He's kneeling there, the tip of the condom pinched between his fingers as he stares between it and his erection. Clearly, he did not think this through.

You huff a soft almost silent laugh before you sit up and move his hand to his dick so that he can hold the condom and allow you to roll it down his length. He bites his lip and tries to not let your touch get to him.

"Teamwork," Mingyu giggles when you lean back and look up at him. "We make a good team, right, baby?"

"Mm, the best," You confirm, tugging him down by the back of his neck to connect your lips. Mingyu's free hand brushes appreciately over your arm before he starts to lean forward, urging you back slowly until you're against the mattress and he's over you with his right arm holding him up, his left hand still locked with yours but now it's by your side.

You can feel his erection against you, the latex sliding against your thigh until you lift your legs to nudge him over a little by his hips. He presses down, gliding his cock over your folds and catching on your clit. He can't really get the position right like this though, not to slide into you. Mingyu lifts your connected hands up to the pillow beside your head so that he can move his weight over to his left elbow and get his right hand between your bodies. He grasps his erection loosely, just enough of a grip to line himself up with your dripping hole.

"Ready?" He breathes out after leaning up enough to look down into your eyes. You nod without hesitation so he pushes in. He's only an inch into you and he's already convinced that your pussy is the greatest pussy that has ever or shall ever exist.

As Mingyu gradually feeds his thick length into you, you have the honour of watching his face contort beautifully in pained pleasure. He's trembling and his gaze is unfocused even as he stares back down at you with his mouth dropped open wide without a single sound coming out. You're not even sure he's breathing, and honestly, you're not sure you are either.

The stretch of his cock against your walls is utterly mind-numbing. You've had your fair share of sexual partners in the past and plenty of sex toys to keep yourself happy otherwise, but nothing, absolutely nothing has ever felt the way Mingyu feels tucked up snug inside of you. You're not sure if it's because his cock is just that good, big in all the right ways without being too big, or if it's just that you're in so fucking deep with this man that anything he does feels ridiculously good. You're leaning towards the latter, though you are pretty certain that he has the most perfect cock to have ever graced this earth, if not the universe.

When Mingyu's hips finally press up against you signalling that he is fully sheathed within you, you're half certain that you can feel him in your stomach and absently press down with your left hand just to test that theory. You can't feel him, but you can imagine it all the same and wrap your arm back around his neck loosely.

"You okay?" You whisper when he remains that way, eyes still unfocused on your face and both hands on either side of your head where his right is gripping the pillow with everything in him.

"No," He chokes out, finally blinking alert. "Feel so good," He slurs. "Don't wanna cum yet, wanna stay in you forever."

"You don't have to pull out right away." You soothe your hand over the back of his neck, fingers digging into the muscles a little in an attempt to calm your overwhelmed boyfriend. "And I don't have any plans today so we can spend as long as you want in bed and you can fuck me again later when you're ready."

"Really?" He perks up a little. "N-no plans?"

"No, baby, I wanted to be available for whatever you want to do today. Granted, I thought it might be a drive or trip somewhere, not sex."

"Would you rather the trip?" He teases with a little smirk as he slowly pulls his hips back, dragging his cock along your walls that try to keep him in place. His smirk wavers.

"No. Fuck me." You reply knowing he really can't hold out anymore. You really don't want him to either. He nods and thrusts back into you.

You expect him to move fast and frantic, to chase the pleasure he has been dancing along the precipice of for a while now. Yet Mingyu fucks you slowly, rolling his hips deep into you and then all the way out until his tip is barely in you before sliding back in. He fucks you like he's got something to prove. It reminds you of his earlier words, that he wants to show you what he doesn't yet have the words to say.

"I love you," You blurt, suddenly overcome with the urge to say it.

Mingyu stills for a second then surges down to kiss you passionately, spilling his response into your mouth wordlessly as his hips return to work. Now though, he barely pulls out before fucking back into you. It's more of a grind than anything, his body pressed close enough that his pubic bone is applying pressure to your clit in a way that is shattering you from your mind to your lower stomach.

Very quickly, the pleasure is too much for either of you to make your lips work further so Mingyu leans up, propping himself up on his right elbow on the pillow, his fingers threading into your hair to hold you as his body continues to make your body burn brighter with every passing second. His forehead presses to yours for a few seconds before he lifts his head and looks to his left. You look over too, wondering what could draw his attention right now when he's fucking you like no one ever has before.

At first, you don't understand at all, all you can see in his line of sight is your hands. Which is nice, sure, the sight of your fingers locked together as he shows you how much he loves you with his cock buried deep within you and grinding against more sensitive spots than you ever knew you had before, though you don't understand his laser focus. But then you find the matching silver chains on your wrists, the hearts almost pressed together with the angle you were holding each other and you understand.

Those bracelets were always supposed to be a sign of love for him, even if you didn't know it. He had asked you to pick out bracelets for you to wear together so that he could always have a piece of you with him and you a piece of him. You had exchanged hearts, metaphorically and quite literally now with the physical representations tied securely around your wrists.

Something about that very thought sends you tumbling into an intense orgasm without you realising it's going to happen until the blinding pleasure is washing over you. Your hands both grip Mingyu, one in his hand and the other around his back and drawing red lines into his shoulder blade. You're not even aware of it, of how you call his name and clamp down around his cock as you gush over it, promptly sending him spiralling into his own mind-numbing orgasm.

It's minutes before either of you return back to earth.

You're back first, blinking away the tears that you hadn't realised had formed until now. Mingyu is pressing up against your chest with his head on your shoulder and the only movement of his body is his back as his breathing starts to even out. It hits you that you missed his orgasm; you had always wanted to know what he looks like during such intense pleasure, but you missed it thanks to your own. You frown a little though a quick glance at your still connected hands reminds you that you are his and he is yours, therefore, this will not be your only chance to see his handsome features contort with pleasure.

"I love you but I also love breathing." You point out after a few minutes of tracing patterns on his back with your left hand. At first, his weight on you hadn't been too much but it seems that your gentle trails on his sweat-sticky skin have made him relax a little too much and let his muscle-thick frame lay heavier on you.

"Mmm, can we still cuddle?" He requests, making no attempt to get up though he does do his best to lean more onto his right elbow again even without lifting up from your shoulder.

"Of course." Though he still doesn't get off of you. "Are you going to move, Gyu?"

"But then I won't be in you," You can hear the pout in his slightly muffled voice, even if you can't see it. "You're all warm, s'nice."

"So you'd rather cockwarm than let me breathe easily?"

He hesitates then giggles when you tug on his ear with an offended gasp. "I'm joking, I'm joking!" He leans up entirely onto his elbow, freeing your torso from him. "I will always pick your health."

"I should hope so." He scrunches his nose at you playfully. You return it without hesitation.

Although he hadn't wanted to get up initially, Mingyu goes to the effort once off of you to go all the way to the bathroom, once he has disposed of the soiled condom, where he fetches a warm damp cloth and a dry towel to clean you up first, then himself. You expect him to return to your side but he saunters off again, allowing you to once again marvel at his exposed ass as he walks away, and returns with a couple of water bottles and an armful of snacks.

The water makes sense, you think, but the mass of snack packets is a little questioning so you raise an eyebrow at him while you shuffle to sit up against the headboard and accept one of the bottles. "What?" He innocently replies, putting the other bottle down on the side table to free his hand and allow him to set up the various snacks there too. "You said we can spend as long as I want in bed, I just want to be prepared, sweetheart."

And well, you can't really argue with that, nor his cheeky endearing smile so you just laugh softly and hand over the open bottle to let him swallow down some of the cool liquid himself before he climbs up onto the bed and wraps his arms around your body to hold you in the way you had both wanted for so long.

Later, when you both have your energy back and Mingyu is no longer constantly on the verge of cumming too soon, he presses you back down against his bed all over again so that he can see every expression on your face as he takes you apart piece by piece just to see how you work at your very core. He learns all of your curves and edges so attentively and allows you to learn his in return.

By the time you're once again laid side by side much later, tucked up in each other's arms tired yet sated, you're certain that somewhere along the way, your pieces got mixed up and Mingyu found himself a permanent home in your chest. He had taken a piece of you for his own and given you a matching piece of him in return.

You can't see it, but it feels an awful lot like his heart. Silently, with nothing more than a soft kiss on his shoulder, you vow to him that you will spend your life protecting it with everything in you. And you're confident that he will do the same with yours as his lips press to your head in return.

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A/N- don't forget to reblog if you enjoyed the story; it involved multiple moments where I almost quit so the show of support would mean a lot and motivate me to write more! & let me know what you think, that'd be grand too pls. I literally haven't written smut in years tho so be gentle on me I am babie <3

Happy birthday to the biggest babyboy 💋💖

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crystaldivination · 1 year

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‘𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑’

𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟／𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒

Hello beautiful souls, how are you doing? I feel inclined to do this short little reading maybe because I needed it too. I felt a lot better after channeling those messages so I hope they will make you feel good as well. Reblogs, likes and follows are highly appreciated. Have a wonderful day or night ♥︎

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How to choose your pile? As always meditate or close your eyes before looking at each picture. Trust your intuition and pick out a picture you feel the most drawn to.

The piles

from left -> right

Disclaimer: this is a general reading which may or may not resonate with you. Take what resonates and leave out anything that doesn't. Feel free to choose another pile if you'd like.

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏

“When can I have you in my arms…”

“Let me kiss you every night before going to bed”

“Those hands are magical”

“All I can do is imagine”

“Can you wait for me?”

“Are you?”

“Immersed in you”

“Looking for you in everyone”

“What are your signs?”

“The signs that will lead me to you”

“Let’s wait until then”

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐

“Best friend forever”

“We can be both”

“Please appear in my dreams”

“I crave you”

“You’re so cute”

“I’m already here waiting for you”

“I’m ready”

“You’re mine”

“Baby. I want to call you that”

“Why can’t I never unsee you?”

“I can’t stop”

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑

“Can I be inappropriate..?”

“A thought about you make me blush”

“If you know how many pictures I made up about you”

“Let’s hug each other when going to sleep”

“You’re my religion”

“You’ll be the sweetest thing for me”

“I will warm you up”

“You’re my everything”

“You little thing”

“You won’t never feel unloved by me. I promise.”

“Who am I without you?”

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suraemoon · 27 days

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I adored your headcanons!! Any way you would be willing to do Bucky Egan and reader relationship hcs?

John Egan Headcanons

~Relationship Edition~

🎶: Am I willing to do Bucky headcanons? Of course I am, dolly! I’m so so happy that you enjoyed the other ones I did. You adored them? I’m flattered. I adore you. I hope the ones I have cooked up are good enough. If not I’ll do more.

💋: Bucky Egan x Reader. Fluffy relationship headcanons.

Bucky loves physical touch

He follows you around whenever you ago, it’s like having a little puppy in your tracks or a second shadow keeping you company

You two are constant hand holders, you’re always hand in hand. He traces the lines of your palm, kisses each of your fingers, the back of your palm is an ideal kissing zone

He squeezes your cheeks and gives your lips a quick peck before you can even process that it happened. It’s a quick series of warmth. His warm eyes looking down at you, the warmth of his pink lips, and the warmth of your cheeks as you blush after the fact.

When you sit next to him, his hand stays on your thigh with the occasional squeeze

Sitting on his lap > Sitting in the chair next to him

He loves pulling you onto his lap. The closeness, the intimacy, the plush of your ass placed on just the right spot.

A room full of people and you’re comfy on Bucky’s lap, his arm wrapped around your waist protectively

He’s a cuddler

You two trade big spoon and little spoon.

How does a 6’2 unit of a man little spoon? Where there’s a will there’s a way.

You like to sleep in? Bucky gives your face soft and gentle kisses in the morning. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. He admires your side profile while you sleep, the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the way your soft lips are parted.

Your boobs are his favorite pillow. So warm and comforting, he wants to stuff his face into them at all times.

More of an early bird? You can wake up early but you aren’t getting out of bed easily. Bucky’s arm is around your waist and it is not letting go. If you manage to get away from the grasp, it isn’t long until his eyes flutter open too. Your weight and warmth are gone.

Also...thigh riding

I mean, look at a picture of this man’s sturdy tree trunk thighs. They're the perfect size for straddling.

If you get excited about something, best believe Bucky is just as excited. Just seeing your smile and happiness is contagious for him.

You know those guys who suddenly act too cool for their girlfriends around friends? Hell no. He’s very proud of you, never ashamed. He’ll tell anyone about you.

Even a random stranger he’s getting directions from on the street. He’ll say loudly, “This is my girl right here! I’m taking her to…”

Chatting to old friends from Wisconsin about baseball and then out of nowhere, “You’ve met my girl yet?”

You were zoned out staring at his face

So, several pairs of eyes all of a sudden being focused in your direction pulls you out of your little trance after a quick “Huh?”

He’s brings you up whenever he can. “Oh, my wife is the same way.” “My wife told me about that yesterday.”

Ever since you two got married, he’s loved the fact that he can officially call you his wife to other people

That one time you went to try on dresses for yet another friend’s wedding and brought Bucky?

You come out of the dressing room and he immediately stops a sales consultant “Excuse me, ma’am. Sorry to interrupt ya but ain’t my wife gorgeous? Blue’s her color right? That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her…Mhm. She says she’ll bring some more for you to try on, babe.”

It doesn’t even have to be a fancy outfit. You could come out of the bathroom after getting ready for a regular day out and you’re met with a long whistle.

“You’ve gotta do a spin, baby.”

You decide to take him on a trip to New York for the first time and this man talks a big game on how he’s gonna blend in so well. “I’m such a big Yankees fan, I might as well be an honorary New Yorker.”

When I tell you he is the most obvious tourist ever, believe me

We ain’t in Wisconsin anymore

The buildings look so much higher than they do in the pictures, he’s gotta look up and stare with wide eyes while people hurry by getting around him.

Bucky resembles one of the trees in Central Park, so he can easily cause traffic when stopped in the middle of the sidewalk

Taking him to his first Yankees game and he’s trying to explain every rule of baseball to you

Meanwhile you’re too busy focused on the big bucket of delicious popcorn he bought you before the first inning

You nod along though, pretending to know all of the different terms and player names that he’s rattling off at you

“They should put me on the field, I wouldn’t have missed that.”

If this man is going to do anything, it’s call you a pet name. Every one in the book.

But of course he has a special nickname for you that he comes up with not too soon after meeting you

Maybe it’s something you remind him of, a certain feature you have, a specific talent you possess

It’s very personalized

Bucky insists on trying to do your makeup one time because “It can’t be that hard” and you end up looking like a Ringling Brothers circus clown

The blush is bright red, the mascara is not limited to only the lashes, the lipstick is over lined to oblivion

He took a picture of you and now it’s taped to the mirror of your vanity along with a bunch of other random photos that have collected over the years

“Now when you do your makeup, you can be reminded of how horribly I did. Whenever you have to wipe something off or redo something think…wow, at least I don’t look like that. You always look beautiful, honey, even when I do your makeup.”

According to him, you don’t need makeup anyway

He loves taking pictures of you. Pin up photoshoots by the beach, candid snapshots of your relaxed resting face while you aren’t looking.

Sometimes the lighting is a little dark, maybe the photo came out a little blurry. But you’re in it, so it’s perfect.

And he’s clingy. He doesn’t like when you’re gone. If it’s been one hour, that’s three years in Bucky world.

Bucky is such a girl dad

You have your first little one and she’s so tiny swaddled in his arms, the sun shining softly through the hospital room windows

A little bit later, he’s shirtless and she’s laying on his chest

He’s whispering to her but it’s so soft, only him and his little girl can hear. The most beautiful little secrets that will stay between them forever.

You get a lot of attention post birth too

He’s thanking you, telling you how strong you are, how you’ve changed his life forever, you’re the love of his life, he loves you, he loves you, oh how he loves you

The second baby comes not too soon after the first and it’s another little girl

Baby number three is another girl

The fourth little darling has plenty of bright eyed big sisters waiting for her at home

There’s a drawer full of hand-me-downs but there is also an array of brand new stuff because every baby is her own person. They all get the same amount of preparation, dedication, love, and care..

Did he used to dream about having a son? Sure.

But girls make amazing little baseball players

And dads make amazing fairy princesses

Bucky becomes very accustomed to tea parties, glitter, sparkles, and having his nails sloppy painted

Eyeshadow used as blush, contour, and foundation all in one

He doesn’t tolerate anyone who makes a backhanded comment about his girls

One day, you got back from taking the kids to the grocery store

The moment you see Bucky, all of your Egan girls run to hug him

It’s not long before he has two little girls clinging to each of his legs, one with her arms around his neck, another holding his hand with no intent of letting go

You quietly recounted to him later in the day how the grocery store cashier remarked upon glancing at all the pink, “Your poor husband. You refuse to give him a boy, huh?”

Bucky was ready to drive to the grocery store and give that worker a piece of his mind

He has healthy, happy kids. What’s there to be poor about?

(Years later, when you two thought you were officially done having kids, the pregnancy test is positive. It’s a little boy. He’s the baby of the family and so much like his dad.)

Another lucky girl gets her own Egan to cherish!

Bucky is protective of his family, even before little Egan’s got added to the family, he’s always been protective of you

If someone ever bothers you, makes you uncomfortable or says something bad about you, he has to confront them

even if you insist to him over and over that it’s no big deal

He keeps you so close to him not only because he cannot imagine being too far away from someone as amazing as you,

I mean, you smell fantastic

also that dress fits you so well

and your smile makes him lightheaded

your voice is so soothing

Wait what were we talking about? Oh yeah…he’s protective. He keeps you so close because he cannot fathom something happening to you.

You can accidentally trip over your own feet and Bucky will find a way to blame himself

Something fell on the floor and you stumbled over it, Bucky should have seen it and picked it up before you had the chance to even get close enough to fall

Bucky’s a man who lives off of reassurance

He loves praise

But he’s not aware of how much he needs it, how much he thrives off it

A compliment will make this man’s day

Reassure him of how amazing he is

Tell him how good he is and how lucky of a girl you are to have him because you are so so lucky

He values your opinion, so your compliments mean so much more than anybody else’s

Every anniversary he writes you a love letter

Always so heartfelt, detailed, and meaningful

He talks about all the reasons why he fell in love with you and continues to fall in love with you every single day he breathes

All the little quirks and habits that you don’t pick up on, but he adores

Maybe something you did the same day he wrote the letter and it’s so fresh in his mind that he has to talk about it

Something special that happened that year

A baby that was born, a trip you went on, and special event, a funny moment, a specific date, something you said to him this year that he continues to think about all the time

Anything that comes to mind

They collect over the years and you put them in a pretty little keepsake box

When you eventually pass on, all of his letters are buried with you

What makes Bucky frustrating sometimes is the fact that he doesn’t like to talk about what he is feeling

He’ll claim he’s fine when something is clearly bothering him

He’ll walk away from an argument declaring that he “doesn’t care anymore” and “you can do whatever you want”

but the reality is he does care

He just hates to yell around his wife, let alone yell at her. It makes his skin crawl.

Bucky lets all the feelings build up inside but just his facial expression alone can tell you that he isn’t alright

And it leaves you feeling confused because why doesn’t he trust you and confide in you enough to communicate?

It’s late at night when you two resolve the conflict

His voice is soft and it takes you by surprise

In situations like these, you always wait for when he’s ready to talk

And when he does his voice is always so small and broken

All is forgiven, all is resolved, everything always ends up okay

No small disagreement or petty argument can break you two apart

Don’t tell Bucky that you are ever insecure about something because he will be utterly appalled

You’re a goddess to him, he worships every single inch of you

Whenever you take your clothes off, he’s taking in all of you with adoring eyes and a parted mouth

Every curve, every beauty mark, every stretch mark

It all comes together to make the perfect picture

He loves the way he fits so snug inside of you, the way you taste, the way your noises blend so perfectly with his to make the most beautiful of melodies

Every moment with you is heaven

How did he go so long without you? He thinks about that often.

His heart has never been so full of love, his mind has never been so full of hope

You two complete each other in every way

He was the first to say “I love you”

You were taken back at first because a man who’s so magnetic, charming, handsome, likable, the center of attention in any room he’s in

He’s in love with you

Little did you know he was just as taken back to hear you say “I love you too, Bucky”

He remembers the first time he saw you across a room and how his eyes immediately gravitated towards you

He remembers how nervous he was to talk to you, which was so unlike him it was scary

Maybe his hands were shaking just a little, tapping his foot to a nonexistent beat, a never fading smile on his face

And over the years the two of you exchange thousands of “I love you”s

You can talk for hours on end about nothing “important”

Chatting about the random topics that pop into your minds, asking to be discussed

Accompanied by matching glasses of wine

Those conversations are your favorite because it’s a little bubble with you and the one you love, nothing else matters

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I hope you enjoyed reading and I hope it was alright lol

If there’s any specific requests or anything I didn’t touch on that has you wondering “how did she miss this?” please let me know, lovey

Ahhh I love Bucky so much

#masters of the air #mota #john egan x reader #john egan #bucky egan #bucky egan x reader #bucky x reader #masters of the air fanfic #masters of the air fanfiction #mota fanfiction #mota fanfic #mota headcanons #headcanons #not proofread

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drewsbuzzcut · 5 months

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Red Christmas

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses ig edit

y/nbarzal

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y/nbarzal I’m blushing

y/nscloset THE DRESS OMG

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y/nbarzal Checking my calendar as I’m typing this

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y/nbarzal 💋

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n_bodson She’s right… she’s scary good

y/nbarzal Aww thanks

user13 I don’t like the way Y/n is so buddy buddy with the other guys

y/nbarzal Sorry that they’re family friends and my husband is secure with our marriage

alexaserowik Y/n Queen of New York

user26 Why is Y/n being so buddy buddy with his teammates

y/nbarzal Hmm… lets be so for real right now.

a/n: Enjoy!

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2chopsticks2eyes · 1 year

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Masterlist

CURRENT # OF REQUESTS: 10

Main Works:

What You Deserve - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

The Feeling is Mutual

Pet names

Limbo

Dance For Us

The Color Of Your Blush

Obsession

Well Shit

Don't Play Dumb

Anger Management

Numb - Part 1 (Concept photos)

Short Prompts:

Naughty Minsung Roommate

Of Course You’ve Got to Help Him Out!

Oh Baby, How You Haunt Me So...

Art / Edits:

Surprise!!!

"Do it with me, baby girl."

(I'm also on AO3 and Twitter)

Hello baby stays! 😸 I’m a smutty fanfic writer in my late 20s and I’m not ashamed to say I'm a HARD stan. Lee Know owns my heart and Minsung owns my panties... Not forcing them into anything, just in love whatever kinship they have. I’m just obsessed to fill my own delulu fantasies... 😻 My offer for accepting requests for both FICS and ART has currently been PAUSED and will stay that way until further notice. I will still be working on my request list, so don't worry about if your current request will still be posted eventually or not. If you do send me something, it will stay in my inbox until I resume taking requests again and please refrain from asking anonymously so I can tag you for it. And just know that follows, comments, and reblogs are what keep me motivated! Thanks for your support! 😽

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#masterlist #stray kids fanfics #18+ age range #stray kids smut

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thealliasylum · 1 year

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🔞Play With It 💋

Warning: Mature language, SMUT, 18+, oral sex (female receiving), mentioning the reader having sex with Jey, SMUT, mediocre-ish editing. Enjoy

“Wassup, (Y/N).” I hear a familiar voice, before feeling a slap on my ass.

“How’d you know it was me?” I ask, seeing that it’s Jey.

“You know we can recognize that ass from anywhere.” Roman answers, slapping my ass like his cousin. “Especially in a pair of jeans that I bought.”

“Whatever. I gotta go get ready for work so I’ll see you tomorrow at Paul’s.”

“You don’t have a few minutes for Daddy?” Roman sweet talks me.

“5 minutes and 5 minutes only.” I tell Roman while he locks the door behind us.

“Nuh uh.” He protests, while unbuttoning my jeans and tongue kissing my neck in the process. “You know I need more than 5 minutes.”

I gasp and smile when his large hand is wrapped around my throat. He takes advantage of my open mouth, by giving it a sloppy kiss. I close my eyes and drift into ecstasy as we tongue kiss and he strips me. I kick my chucks off, while he removes my pants and pull my titties out of my shirt.

“No panties? It’s like you were ready for me.”

I spread my legs and let his fingers tease my pussy.

“Mm~“ I moan when he rubs my clit in circles.

“You sure I can’t have 10?” He asks as his finger slips inside of me.

Before I could even respond or make a noise, I’m being picked up and my legs are wrapped around his waist. I look down and watch him pull out his 8 inches of hard dick, and tease my wet slit with it.

“Beg for it.” He orders after giving me a kiss.

“You’re the one that wanted to fuck me😏”

I kiss him back, and things get heated quickly. His tongue is in my mouth again and I’m tugging at his silky hair. I gasp and break the kiss when he enters me. But it’s just the tip! I know what he’s doing and it’s not gonna work.

“Beg for it.” He repeats, barely moving his hips.

“Just fuck m- *gasps* ahh~”

He cuts me off by giving me a deep stroke and smirking. I become a moaning and blushing mess when he starts fucking me and sucking on my neck.

“Oh my God~“ I whimper, “oh my god~”

“You like that, baby?” He asks, repeatedly hitting my spot with every stroke.

“Yes~” I moan with pouted lips.

“You like that shit?” He grunts before slapping my ass.

Before I can answer, he adjusts our position and snap his hips back and forth with vigor. I hold on to him and squeeze his waist with my legs, as I feel myself coming closer to my first orgasm.

“Hm? You like being fucked like this?” He angrily asks with another spanking.

“YES!~“ I scream while cumming and squirting all over his dick.

My orgasm must’ve lit something in him, because he is fucking me like an animal now!

“Roman—“ I cry while still cumming. “What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me !?”

“Because you lied to me!” He growls and bury himself inside of me. “You don’t go to work tonight.”

I pant and tighten my walls around him while still trying to hold onto him.

“Why’d you lie to me?”

Before I can answer, he snaps his hips and go back to fucking me.

“Hm?” He asks with a slap to my face. “Why’d you lie to me? You tryna avoid Daddy?”

“No!”

He stops and pulls out, but he doesn’t put me down. “Then why’d you lie to me?”

“I’m sorry—“

“I don’t want an apology, I wanna know why you lied.”

“I can’t have a day to myself?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

“You can but you didn’t have to lie,”

Roman carries me to my bedroom and drop me on my bed and pounce on top of me.

“You know how much I hate liars!” Roman growls while spreading my thighs apart.

“I wanted to be a good girl today, not a slut.”

“You’re my slut.”

Roman lifts my hips off the bed, basically folding me, and dive face first into my pussy.

“Daddy~” I moan.

I watch him flicker and swirl his tongue on my clit, but close my eyes when he looks at me.

He pulls away from my heat. “Look at me!”

I open my eyes and lock eyes with the handsome devil that’s pleasing me with his mouth. Then he wraps his lips around my clit and suck on it, which makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. My hands go down to his hair and that must’ve lit something in him, because he immediately took my pussy lips into his mouth.

“Oh my god, Daddy!”

I scream out and pull his hair as he sucks on my pussy like a lollipop.

“Daddy can you please fuck me?” I beg.

Roman inserts 2 fingers and pump them in and out, not even listening to my begging.

“Daddy please~” I whimper.

“Mm-mm!” He declines.

My legs stiffen as I cum on his face and fingers, and scream his name.

Roman chuckles. “That’s my slut. You Daddy’s little slut?”

I bite my lip and nod, while he gets back on top of me.

“Are you Daddy’s little slut!?” He repeats with a slap to my face.

“Yes~”

He wraps his large hand around my throat. “Yes what?”

“I’m your little slut.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want your dick.”

He grants my wish and thrust all the way inside of me. “Thank me.”

“Thank you Daddy.” I say while holding his hand in place.

I gasp and pout my lips when he squeezes my throat, and starts moving his hips. I stick my tongue out and let him spit in my mouth, before pulling him down so he can kiss me. We share a sloppy kiss as he fucks me at the perfect pace. Our bodies rock while our tongues dance and our salivas mix.

One thing about Roman that I love, is how passionate he can be. When Jey fucks me, there’s no kissing, just stress being relieved and hair being pulled. Don’t get me wrong, I love that shit, and it’s great. But when Roman fucks me, he give his all and then some, without overwhelming me.

Roman pulls away and slap me across my face before holding my face in his hand. “You gonna lie to me again?”

“No~”

“This my pussy? Hm? This pussy belong to me?” He says with another slap.

“Yes Daddy~”

“It’s all mine?”

With every question, there’s a long deep stroke, and more aggression in his voice.

“It’s all mine, and not Jey’s?”

“It’s all yours Daddy.”

My legs shake and my back arches when his thumb meets and plays with my clit.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum!” I scream out.

He moves his thumb faster and snap his hips with vigor, until I’m cumming and squirting on his big dick.

“Mmhmm~” He groans. “Cum on this dick, you little slut!”

Roman puts my legs on his shoulders and chase his orgasm while I come down from mine.

“Pretty ass!” He grunts before cumming inside of me.

Roman collapses on top of me, and pepper kisses on my neck, making me giggle.

“😏 I’m still gonna let Jey eat my pussy.”

Time for round 2

#roman reigns smut #roman reigns #tribal chief #wwe smut

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ruishusband · 19 days

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᧔ ˖ ࣪ 💋 ࣪ ⤹kiss the homies

⤷Rui Kamishiro and amab!reader are zesty AF. Just a silly thing sleep deprived me wrote!! NOT PROOF READ

Being Rui's best friend was amazing at first, but over time it became harder to just be friends.. you two would constantly flirt, trying to make the other blush. 'Its just a homie thing, guys flirt with other guys all the time as a joke' you swore, you SWORE you wouldn't get attached, that you wouldn't yearn for something so unattainable, but you did... the worst part? You didn't even regret it. Deep down you enjoyed imagining yourself holding his soft hands, kissing his face aggressively, resting your head against his chest as if it was a pillow... your thoughts consumed you, haunted you no matter what you tried to do to stop your feelings. But yet again, you didn't regret it.. you regret not regretting it, foolish you, using your heart rather than your brain...

You felt your chest burning up, it's so cold and yet you're so warm.. it was embarrassing you were overheating because of a crush. A faint notification sound, followed by more notifications, each getting louder and more aggressive. Your hand is slightly shaky and sweaty, but you presist to look at the multiple texts Rui spammed you. A faint giggle manages to escape your lips, a slight distraction from your previously overwhelming thoughts.

purple guy (theater kid edition): hi just finished practice lol, wanna meet up at the nearby cafe? lmk

Oh, that's right... he had practice. You felt bad for not coming to watch, even though Rui would always assure you that you didn't need to pressure yourself to go to every single practice. You replied quick, not wanting to make him wait any longer.

rizzmeister69: oh? my-my, THE Rui Kamishiro is asking me out? It's a date 😘 be there in 15 minutes

purple guy (theater kid edition): take your time my prince, no need to rush! I'll wait for you ;)

You chuckled, the voices in your head having a conflict of their own. 'God y/n pull yourself together you idiot! Stop getting so flustered over a text' 'OMGOMG OMG HE CALLED ME HIS PRINCE :3!!1!1!1'

You put on a somewhat lazy outfit, but you made sure to look at least somewhat presentable. You took your wallet, heading to the little cafe at the end of the street. You looked for Rui, and he wasn't there, which is ti be expected as the cafe was closer to your house than his. You took a seat, waiting a few minutes. You scrolled on your phone, mindlessly looking at tiktoks untill.. "My sincerest apologies, I didn't keep you waiting for too long, now did I darling~?" he took a seat beside you, slyly putting his hand on top of yours, rubbing circles in it. You had felt slightly sleepy these past few days, so his comforting touch made you yawn slightly. "Nah I've only been waiting for five minutes" you mumbled, slightly tired. "You should really be getting some more sleep, you know?" "Pfft, ironic considering thats coming from you" you tease, he faked being offended, playfully scoffing. You talked a lot, your feelings just became stronger.. fuck.. you were deeply in love with him.. "You okay? You zoned out, are you sure you want to talk, maybe you should sleep instead, it's fine honestly I don't mind-" you snapped out your thoughts as Ruis words hit you like a brick: "Hm? Oh- oh no! I, I'm sorry I just.. got lost in my thoughts I guess" he was about to speak, but the waitress came and took your orders, so he forgot what he was going to reply. You two kept glancing at eachother, awkwardly laughing when you both looked at eachother at the same time.

"Thanks for the date, pretty boy, I'll see you later" Rui winked at you, you forgot you joked about this being a date, so you just stood there dumbfounded.. he giggled, giving you a kiss on your nose. He left, but you stood there, shocked.. 'kissing your homies is normal, right?'

#⤷ಇ.sfw writing #gay mlm #mlm #mlm blog #mlm post #mlm yearning #male reader #amab reader #masc reader #transmasc reader #project sekai #pjsk #rui kamishiro #writing #mlm thoughts

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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 1 year

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dove x steve. honestly not as proofread as it should be. i dont feel amazing about this but i needed to get it put out for you guys <3 i might go back and make edits at some point. anyways… next chapter will be smutty exciting ! 💋

“Hey there, beautiful.” Despite his smooth words, his cheeks are tinted pink and his eyes are the size of the moon. You giggle back at him. But the words that come out of your mouth next are soft and surprised, almost shocked.

“Are those for me?” Your gaze flips back up at him, full of wonder.

“Oh, no hun. I brought these for the cat.” He gestures to your feline friend that has made its way around Steve’s ankles. “Of course they’re for you. Who would show up to a date with you and not bring your favorite flower? That’s a crime, baby.”

Heat floods your cheeks and your heart swells. You take them from his outstretched hand and pull them to your chest.

“Thank you Stevie.”

Steve takes in your appearance, admiring the way your dress hangs and how your lipstick brings out the color in your cheeks.

“Course, honey.” And his cheeks burn brighter when you kiss his cheek.

You invite him inside whilst you put the roses into a vase. He's grinning at you the whole time, showing off his teeth that seem to sparkle in the sunlight. You can't help but notice how the warm rays of the sunset shining through the windows make his skin appear to glow, casting a golden hue across the room. You take a deep breath and inhale the sweet aroma of the freshly picked roses. As you place the vase on the kitchen table, you turn to him. His hand reaching for yours.

The sunlight hits your face in the passengers seat of his car. He had opened the door for you and helped you inside. You wondered if he knew how nice that was. You’re laughing with him now, and everything just feels so easy. He’s telling some story about Robin at work yesterday, but you're more focused on the way his eyes are lighting up.

“How are you feeling, dove?”

You grin back at him. “I’m so happy.”

The diner is nice. Steve had definitely made reservations beforehand, and had to be paying a considerable amount based on how nice the staff was.

“Do you like these crunchy breadsticks?” He voices.

A laugh bubbles out if your mouth.

“What? I don’t get it. Like- this is just a fancy pretzel.”

“You’re not wrong… give me it.”

Steve gazes at you the entire night. Your eyes are his favorite part of you. And despite the surroundings you’re in, playing footsies with him under the table feels more like home than ever. Steve Harrington is like human honey. Impossibly sweet, and impossible to get off once you’ve had some. His eyes, his skin, his hair, all honey and hazelnut. Pure human sunshine. Your eyes fall down to his hands more than once throughout the duration of the dinner, making you blush and turn away. He can read you like a book though. If you only knew how he had been memorizing every curve on your body, you wouldn’t feel as flustered. But, he quickly pushes those thoughts aside for later, not wanting to screw up right now.

“You’re so beautiful, Dove.”

Your eyes widen. Heart racing and heat rushing to your cheeks. Which only makes him more smug. And that much more in love.

“Thank you, Steve. I think you’re pretty beautiful too.”

It’s his turn to blush now.

“Let me take you home, sweetheart.”

The car ride back was suspended in honey. Sweet, perfect, and healing. Lovely. Really, lovely.

He helps you out of your seat, grabbing your purse for you and leading you up to your front door with a hand on your back.

“So, how’d I do? Scale of 1-10? Leave a review?”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“You could’ve done anything and I would have loved it.”

He looks at you and softens, eyes turning into puddles of black adoration.

“I really don't want to freak you out. But I can’t hide how i feel with you. I promise you don't have to say anything back, I don't expect you to. I just want you to know that I fell in love with you the second I saw you. You make me so happy, and you make me feel like myself. And I will do anything I can to keep you in my life.”

He was breathing heavily, and his face was bright red, he looked almost sick with how nervous he was. You gaped at him. And then leaned in.

He relaxes as soon as your lips touch. It’s a soft kiss. A soft, but passionate kiss that says so much. His hands are cupping your cheeks, and you break the kiss by smiling too much to continue.

“I love you Steve Harrington. Please be mine.”

He fights everything in him to not tear up. He’s never felt this loved in his entire life.

“I’m yours. I’m always yours.”

“Good, cause i’ve always been yours. I’m just wondering if this is the part where I ask if I can be your girlfriend. Or maybe everyone evolved past that in middle school.”

“Please, yes, you can.” He grabs you again, kissing you harder this time. Holding onto you so tightly like he wont ever let go.

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kissentz · 8 months

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this edit i made can make it clear to y'all how insane and twisted i am

best edit i ever made

#💋:blushes&edits #op #jackie chan adventures #don't even ask wtf is this #i made it to cheer up my bestie #AND YES I LOVE GROWN UP MEN IN DRESSES AND SKIRTS #they look so cute and silly

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convincing charles to let you do his makeup.. this surely ends in a proper mess. imagine putting red lipstick on him, but then he just attacks u so now u have red lips all over ur face 💋💋💋

bringing back actress!reader for this one

i’m imagining you guys doing it for a youtube video

i’m thinking something like the videos that beckham brooklyn and nicola peltz did with vogue but with you doing his makeup instead but still giving off those vibes

it actually doesn’t take much for you to convince him

“come on baby, it’ll be fun! please,” you try to give him your best puppy dog eyes

and he can never say no to you so of course he agrees

you set up your camera and start filming

you both do a little intro before you get started on his makeup

“ugh, your skin is so perfect, it’s not fair,” you say as you start putting foundation on his face

“yeah, i am pretty perfect aren’t i?”

“so cocky,” you roll your eyes

“you love my cock-“

“and that will be edited out of the video.”

you contour his face then add some blush and highlight onto his cheeks

once his face makeup was done, you pull out one of your eyeshadow palettes

“do you want a natural look or colorful?”

“anything you want baby.”

you go with a more natural look and he can’t stop giggling at the brush tickling his eyelids

“baby i love you but i do not trust you with that thing,” he says when you pick up the eyelash curler

“come on, please.”

“i am not trying to lose an eye.”

“fine, at least let me put some mascara on.”

once you finish his eye makeup, you let him choose from your lipsticks

“of course you choose red.”

“well duh. it’s the best color 😊”

he puckers his lips up for you to apply it and you can’t help but giggle

“alright, time for setting spray.”

you spritz his face a couple times but he wasn’t satisfied with that so he takes the bottle from you and sprays himself a few more times

“baby you’re gonna use up the whole bottle.”

“but it’s refreshing.”

“and it’s also expensive, gimme.”

you touch up his lipstick a little, making sure it was even before letting him look in the mirror at your work

“wow i look good,” charles says, admiring your work

“i wonder why.”

“please, i already looked amazing before.”

you guys do an outro and end the video before you start cleaning up

“alright, here’s some makeup wipes for you baby,” you say, handing him the pack

“not yet,” he says and you look at him confused

“i gotta do this first.”

before you could question what he was talking about, he started planted kisses all over your face and neck

“charles!” you giggle as he smooched your face over and over, leaving lipstick marks all over your face

after he marks you up, he’d definitely take a picture of you for an instagram story

and he’d caption it with something like

“just did her makeup 😁 how do you think i did?”

#cl #diorleclerc drabbles #actress!reader

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dearly-somber · 9 months

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Watermelon Sugar | h.js

-> pairing. han jisung x f!reader

-> genre. fluff

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1934

-> warnings. none!

-> collection. songfic

-> a/n. This song is 🧑🏻‍🍳’s 💋

-> started. Aug. 29th, 2020 @ 23:32

-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:22

-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:45

"I miss you, jagi," Changbin whined on his end, his cheeks slightly puffy from a small nap that he had taken.

"Yah! Who're you calling jagi!" Jisung screamed somewhere off screen, the exclamation making it impossible to hold in your muted laughter.

Jisung came into view of the camera, muttering cute complaints aimed at his hyung before looking at you, his hair falling lightly into his face. You admired him through the bad quality, your heart beating rapidly at how damn good he looked.

"What? Is there something on my face?" He smiled with a cute laugh as he picked his luggage up and onto the escalator, a few more minutes away from being able to see you in the flesh.

"No," you said, pressing your hand to your cheek as you smiled at him excitedly. "It's just...your face. It’s rather handsome."

He laughed, blushing sweetly.

"Sung-ah! Give me my phone back, we'll get there any moment now!" You smiled at the Minho’s familiar voice. Oh, how you had missed your family.

You and Jisung ended the call a few moments later, letting you bag your phone in your pocket before looking up from where you were leaning against a pillar. You had decided to come in a loose fitting turtle neck with one of Jisung's hoodies wrapped around your waist, a nice contrast to the darker color of your ripped jeans, your ocean blue Vans sparkling faintly under the airport lights.

"Y/N!"

You turned to look at the sound of the voice, smiling as you waved at an excited ChanLix, the two aussies waving over-exaggeratedly. Your eyes scanned the boys coming in down the last flight of escalators, your eyes subconsciously drifting to that oh-so familiar side profile. You had to take a deep, calming breath at the way your heart leapt at seeing Jisung again for the first time in months. His hair was messy, still hanging somewhat in his eyes, the white tee and denim jacket that he was wearing doing things to your usual bodily functions, such as breathing. And it didn't help at all that he was wearing a silver necklace piece that made it even worse for your already aching heart.

"Jisung-ah!" you called as he finally found you through the crowd of people waiting for family and friends to arrive back home, his eyes immediately lighting up at the sight of you. You smiled at him lovingly, eyes brimming with tears as you dropped the cardboard with a large, boldly written 'JISUNG-AH, WELCOME BACK HOME!' on it, running quickly towards him before you jumped into his arms, wrapping yourself around him like a koala. Your legs wrapping around his waist and squeezed tightly, arms interlocked around his shoulders as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, immediately taking in all that was Han Jisung.

He chuckled at your familiar koala-ness, though he was just as glad to see you, the hands on your waist keeping you as close to him as possible. You hadn't noticed a STAY filming from the barricades that they had set up around where Stray Kids had been set to arrive, though you could care less about press right now. It's not like they didn't know about you dating.

"God, I missed you so much," you muttered into his neck as he let you down slowly, letting you sway around with him just a bit longer. He smiled, his cheek pressing into your shoulder.

"You have no idea, love," he mumbled back, pulling back to kiss your cheek affectionately, still well aware of the flashing cameras around him.

You helped him with his luggage, walking hand in hand with him to Stray Kids' van, listening with bright eyes at Seungmin and I.N's story about how a STAY had bought them chocolates before their departure flight back to Korea. You had also managed to catch up with Changbin and Chris while loading Han's things into the luggage compartment in the van, having told him to grab a seat and sit down, because "it was a long flight back, you need to rest."

You had thought it best to talk to Hyunjin and Minho later, considering that the two looked deep in conversation about choreography at the airport, and were looking tired now. You smiled as you entered the van, hugging Stray Kids' manager happily before joining Jisung and Minho in the back where they were sitting in one of the three seater chairs.

"Y/N! Hey, sorry," Minho said apologetically. "I was going to say hi earlier—"

You shook Minho's apology off, opting to give him a bone crushing hug before sitting in between the two boys, Jisung having chosen to sit by the window since he hadn't gotten the chance to on the plane. Shuffling into your seat you leaned over Jisung's shoulder to see what he was looking at, smiling when he turned around to sneakily kiss you. He pulled away with a gummy smile of his own before leaning forward, letting you kiss him again.

"Did you have fun on the tour?" You asked when he moved to rest his head on your shoulder, a content sigh leaving his lips as his eyes drifted closed.

"Mhmm. The STAY in the U.S are great. Very energetic." He said, nodding his head and puckering his lips very cutely. You chuckled, kissing his hair gently when you felt him yawn against your shoulder, unable to stop the overwhelming surge of love bursting from your system. You pushed his hair out of his face gently, inhaling the scent of his hair. Damn... You hadn't realized how much you had missed his shampoo until that very moment. Later, Minho had leaned his head against your other shoulder, making sure to share one of his ear-buds with you as a sort of 'trade'. In return for being able to sleep comfortably, he let you listen to his music.

You didn't expect to fall asleep either, but you did inevitably, your head having lolled off to the side to rest against Minho's. And something that you definitely didn't expect, was to have a numb hand when you woke up, thanks to the way Jisung had decided to take hold of your hand in his sleep, presumably because of a dream he had had.

When you had all maneuvered out of the van, you forced Jisung to let you take a quick photo of his arrival to post to Instagram, and also to save to your 'Happiest Moments' album.

You laughed as you talked with Hyunjin on the way into the dorms, smiling at the way he seemed a lot more energetic now that he had gotten some decent sleep during the ride back home from the airport.

"You don't understand, Y/N. We were sure that he was going to go insane without you! He might've, without our knowledge." You smiled at the annoyingly taller male, playfully hitting his arm in embarrassment. He grinned, giggling childishly at your reaction to his teasing. He and all of the other members found that your and Jisung's relationship was probably the best thing that could've happened to all of them. It had, quite literally, happened unexpectedly.

You were working with DANCE RACHA as a choreographer, and had gotten close to the three members, who later introduced you to the other guys. For the first few months of getting to know and hanging out with Stray Kids as a whole, you didn't really notice Jisung that much.

That was, until he had approached you and asked if you could help him with their newest choreo. After a few weeks of spending hours alone with him, you found that you couldn't get the squirrel-resembling boy off your mind. Not long after that, you had confessed to developing feelings for him and when he had told you he felt the same, you started dating. Now here you were, a whole nine months later, and the two of you were happier (and cuter, unhelpfully provided by the members), than ever.

After helping everyone to settle back in, you rushed over to the kitchen, having told Chan and Minho that you'd take over for the night. "You just came back from a tour, damnit. Let a woman treat her favorite people every once in a while!" You argued pointedly when Minho kept insisting on helping, eventually being dragged into the conversation Changbin, Felix and Jisung were having.

However, something you had failed to notice while working on preparing the best home cooked meal Stray Kids would ever have, was the way Jisung was looking at you from where he was sitting, the hoodie you had previously had around your waist now tucked gently underneath his arm. He couldn't find it in himself to stop his eyes from watching your graceful movements, and when he wasn't looking at you, his eyes always found a way to drift back to your small, yet familiar, form.

"Right, boys! Dinner is" —dramatic pause— "served!" You smiled proudly at the food you had layed out on the dining room table, eyes scanning over your work with one last, proud huff.

As according to tradition, you went around the table, feeding each of the boys first before they could start eating themselves. On his turn however, Jisung took your hand gently in his own to guide the food on the tip of your chopstick into his mouth, humming contentedly at the spicy yet sweet flavor hitting his taste buds.

"Yes? No?" you asked, nodding your chin discteetly in the direction of the food, relieved when you heard a collective 'Yes!' from around the table.

Having been forced to leave Seungmin and Jeongin to cleaning up (Chan's orders), you left for Jisung's room earlier than expected. He had just gotten out of the shower (such a pity, really. You were hoping to have showered with him—), and was comfortably sprawled out across his bed in his favorite black tee and loose fitting checkered pants. You were quick to shower, exiting the bathroom in merely a bra and one of his freshly cleaned hoodies, only having bothered with wearing short shorts (and of course a pair of underwear). You hummed '19' under your breath as you got ready to climb in next to him, smiling at him affectionately, his gaze locked onto you.

As you crawled in next to him, you kissed his lips multiple times, leaving them plump and pink. You hovered over him for a bit, smiling at him lovingly. "Such kissable lips," you mumbled.

He nodded solemnly with his cheeks puffed out cutely, earning a laugh out of you. As you rested your head on his chest, he turned to kiss your cheek and the tip of your nose, wrapping his arms around your waist while simultaneously intertwining your legs together.

You let your hand rest on one of his shoulders, smiling as you remembered how much you loved the broadness of his shoulders, and the way you fit so perfectly together like this. You couldn't help but kiss the exposed skin of his jaw, neck, and collarbone, giddy with affection when he allowed you to pull his shirt back so as to lightly kiss his shoulder.

"Okay, okay! I get it," he giggled happily at the bombardment of affection. "You missed me," he teased. "But I’m tired and so are you, so let's go to sleep now."

You nodded, smiling into his chest and placing a last kiss to his jaw, snuggling into his neck before ultimately falling asleep with Jisung holding you.

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