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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 2 years

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"I'm yours, you're mine. Like Paradise."

Summery: Han Jisung has a bad day and it ends up in you too dancing in the kitchen.... just lots of fluff. A slice of life if you will

Warnings/info: Physical touch (in a non-sexual way. just reader and han being all lovvy dovvy), mentions of reader and Han having sex a lot (safely & consentaully) , reader in gn!, Jisung had a bad day but it aint angsty, mentions of going to go take a shower...? Idk man im tryna include anything that might be triggering, jokes about getting premature arthritis (not spoken of in a way that talks down upon ppl with arthritis), mentions of food, kissing, swearing, lots of tooth rotting fluff, think that’s it pls let me know if I missed anything!

ps, highly recommend listening to the song while you read/ before or after you read :)

His arms curl around your waist. His pointer finger interlocking on the other side on the front of your belly. As his chin finds its way to nestle in the crook of your neck. He hums. To himself, to both of you, it really didn't matter. It was a beautiful sound either way. He hums something familiar to you, sounding like the same chorus repeated over and over again. A never ending sound of sweetness. But then he stops abruptly. At what would have been the mid chorus of the song. "Need any help?" He asks. You can practically hear the smile smeared on his face as he turns you around to face him.

His hair was damp and frizzy from running a town over his strands. It almost looked as if he had rubbed his hair on a balloon. That was when the surprise he was even there set in. Earlier, when he had gotten home, closing the door with a loud, and to any random person, dramatic sigh, you knew he was tired. Well, more tired than usual. He didn't even have to say it. Just by the look on his face you knew his joints and muscles were aching like he had run a marathon. Cause, he kinda did. He eased his feet out of his shoes and kicked them to the side without much care. With a promise to pick them up later, he dragged his feet to the kitchen table where you were siting. Scooted out a chair then plopped down next to you. He whipped a lazy and somehow strained looking hand over his face and chuckled.

Up until then neither of you had exchanged more than a few words when he came in. "It's official," He laughed, "I'm getting old. I wonder if I'm developing premature arthritis." His smiled peaked out from the bottom of his hand that was still resting over his eyes. "Same thing as yesterday?" You asked him. He nodded and shifted in his seat. "Same thing." For the past couple days, he and his members had been working on new choreo for a show coming up. And also for the past couple days, Jisung hadn't been able to get this one move right. If he wasn't forgetting it entirely, then he was stumbling over on it. And both times he'd requested to get dropped off at your place rather than the dorm. The night before he had come back more sulky than tonight. Tonight, was more him just being plain old exhausted. He had wanted to come over to see you. ("Facetime wouldn't have cut it tonight, darling. Not like it ever really does though." He said.)

Needless to say, it made you smile just as much on the inside as it showed on the outside how happy you were that seeing you and being around you made him happy. Even if it was just being in each other's presence but doing something completely separate, occasionally nodding your head other to ask a question or to see how each other's little thing or project was doing. To cheer him up, you both had joked about how he could just replace the move, coming up with more and more outlandish and crazy ideas of what that replacement move could be. Twerking or hitting the whip and nay nay of corse begin the top two options.

And this time again, he was at your apartment. Even more wiped out than before. Earlier, you got out of your seat and stood in front of him. Jisung buried his head into your stomach, your fingers finding their way through the maze of his hair, still a little oily and sweaty feeling from before. And you stood there, thinking wow, this feels so fine. So nice and relaxing. Like a deep breath of lavender scented air. You smiled down at the man who couldn't see it on your face. "Felix called in sick this morning. He was fine yesterday but..." He trailed off in defeat, " So that makes two people that can't make it." He mumbled into your stomach. God, you thought, if it was all discombobulated yesterday with Changbin being sick, it must've been even crazier today. "I know," He slurs, as if reading your mind, "It felt like we were preparing for an air raid in there. With everyone running around." "You sure you wanna go back tomorrow?" You asked.

He lifted his head from your belly at your words, his face looking just as disheveled as his hair now. He blinked slowly. "Yeah, yeah. We both know you have to." You said, looking towards the door to make sure he had locked it behind him. Suddenly, you were pulled in for a hug. His arms wrapped themselves tightly around your middle. It sure might've looked a little bit awkward to most people. You were standing up; he was all hunched over on the edge of his seat. "How about you go take a shower and I heat up some dinner?" You suggested. This, a similar form, was usually the time one of you'd would comment on how sweaty he was, then without fail he'd make some sort of joke about the ways you could make him even sweatier. Or he'd say something about showering together to "conserve the hot water." Which was an actual real problem in your building. So he wasn't terribly off base with that.

And half the time those comments and jokes about how it'd be better if you'd just take a shower together-- then, nine times out of ten ended in him reminding you how if you wanted, he could get you a penthouse with a view with a very much working hot water heater. (“Then you won't be able to ask if we can shower together. It'll never be necessary." You tease. To which he'd say, "I keep saying it, I'd wash the sand off the shore for you." "Ok, Poseidon. Go ahead and try.") Without fail every day, no matter how sweaty and gross he was. No matter how tired he seemed. When he came to your apartment, he greeted you with a kiss that felt like for a moment, you were only focusing on each other. Noting else. He usually couldn't even get to closing the front door before enveloping all your senses in him. In something that felt strangely like a peppy beat you could dance to. Like a song that you'd never get tired of.

The way he'd pull you in your waist so gently felt like he was conveying all his love for you in One. Single. Touch. It seemed like he showed up, no matter how tired he was for anything and everything. Not like you minded one bit though. ("Shit," you laughed one time as you opened the door for him one early morning. He had come over cause he wanted to have breakfast with you. "What am I, wind? Seems like I blow you right to my door.") But now, with no complaints from you, it was back to the present with you facing him in the kitchen. The shower had seemed to pep him up a bit. He was closer to his smiley self now. He nodded his head over to what you were heating up on the stovetop, food from last night.

You had two different pans going: one for the main dish and one for the side. Without thinking, Jisung moved from you to turn the burner down a little, seeing as one was heating up faster than the other and neither of you wanted just peas alone for dinner. "There's no music playing in here or anything?" He asked. He's right. You usually had something playing in the background. In fact, you too had collaborated and made a special cooking playlist for times like these. But you had been so lost in thought you forgot to put something on. You didn't answer him. "Thought you'd be asleep." You half asked him. "And yet you're still heating up food for more than just you." He smiled, going to the drawer behind you to retrieve silver wear and napkins.

"How dare you." You put a hand to your chest in mock anger, "Maybe I'm just that hungry." Jisung came back over to you, and you caught a glimpse of him from the side al smiley again, stirring the pot of peas so they wouldn't stick. Suddenly, lot he had gotten the best idea of his life, he dropped the spoon in the pot and rushed to your room. He came back with a Bluetooth speaker he had gifted you a few months back and wearing one of your oversized zip up hoddies. At this point neither of you even had to ask, you both just shared cloths with each other. He pressed a couple things on his phone and voila! The percussion of the song he was humming earlier was heard loud and clear. Starting off with three bass chords being played. You started swaying to the beat a second before he pulled you in and interlocked hands with yours putting one palm around your waist, when the first lines of the song were spoken.

As much as he had a hard time with dancing today, he sure didn't mind swaying with you and messily trying to avoid your toes as he held your hand to the side of you two like he was preparing for a very highly refined waltz. His chin found its way to the crook of you neck again, trying to listen to the sound of your reverberating heartbeat over the singer's voice. He pressed a gently tender kiss to the middle of your neck. Where his lips just happened to fall. "Feels like I'm yours. Feels right. So fine. I'm yours. You're mine. Like paradise." He sang along, feeling as if he had written the lyrics himself to you for you. It was quiet, but the sound of his voice could have been heard throughout your apartment. It tickled the skin of your ear. You breathed out heavily as he sings along to the next part. "Give you the world if it was mine." As you both swayed along to the music, he skootched up backward and reached behind you to both of the stove top knobs to turn them off.

Which, you knew was true as much as you knew the sky was blue. His offers of buying you a whole ass apartment (or house if you wanted) didn't go unnoticed as you thought before. You knew deep down it wasn't just a little joke or some sort of chess piece pawn to get you to shower with him. Just bubbling under the surface was that lingering idea that he actually meant it all.

"You're so fuckin cheesy, you--" You got cut off with him hugging you tighter as an attempt to shut you up. You thought he might start off with some joke about well, you were the one who turned me onto this song so that's your fault. But he pulled away and held you by your shoulders, his arms stiff. "But I would. I really would." He said, barely being able to maintain eye contact. A smiled danced it way across your lips. You breathed him in. You tasted the moment on your tongue to remember it forever. You could only hum in response, snapping yourself out of your thoughts as you felt his thumbs lift off like the liftoff of a plan into neverland. You felt coolness spread to the aera where his fingers were previously. Sensing you needed some other type of reassurance to back up his words, he said, "Cause you feel like paradise. This feels like paradise." He left you by the stove smiling as he tip toed over to the cabinet to get plats for the food. He handed one to you without another word. "And no, I'm not just quoting the song." He shook his head. "What you just did for me back there?" He nodded behind him to the kitchen table as your mind flashed back to earlier.

"That was nothing." You said as you removed the lid from one of the pots. "Well, it sure was something." He laughed. Hearing the smile in his voice you turned back to him. "I'd do something much bigger than that every day. Cause I'm yours. And you're mine." You say to the man with a permanent smile on his face and frizzy hair before you. A minute later he scoops the full plates from your hands and places them on the table swiftly. Then saunters back over to you to capture your waist again with one palm and your hand in the other. Just before the singer starts ending the song talking about how its 'what a life', and almost in a whisper, sings about how she wants to share her life with them. You rock softly with him to the ending, and as you two sit down to eat, he hits play again. Yes, it was really like paradise.

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aaalllllrrriiiiggghhhhhttt! so that was my first fic i ever posted! hope everyone liked it! I've written fics for other fandoms and stuff but uh nope never posted em but I randomly remembered a song I hadn't listened to in a couple years, and I thought of my mans Han when I played it. Almost too quickly hmmm...

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navstuffs · 1 year

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No Ordinary Love

Pairing: Leon x SuccubusFemale!Reader

Summary: Leon Kennedy is addicted to you.

Warnings: songfic, SMUT, touch-starved leon, needy!leon, reader does feed on him

Author's Notes: hello! this fanfic is so important to me due to the song that inspired me to write: No Ordinary Love by Sade. if you don't know Sade, please go and listen to her. it was super hard to edit this fanfic cause the song is so freaking good and i kept getting distracted. anyway, reader is a succubus, but she might not be a "proper" succubus, i will adapt for my writing needs. this fanfic might have a prequel (how they met, after re2 events) and a sequel, so we shall see. i hope you enjoy!

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"I gave you all the love I got I gave you more than I could give Gave you love"

It is late when Leon Kennedy knocks on the familiar door after just landing from Spain. He is exhausted, with images of the last days tormenting his head. Ada. Ashley. Luis's death. As a loop, he sees their faces over and over again. He shakes his head, trying to focus on the door before him and the person who will open it. Some part of him knows he shouldn't be there, something deep inside his soul is telling him to leave, he doesn't deserve you, but when the door flies open, all thoughts inside his head disappear.

Everything else disappears around him.

There is no more Ada. No more Ashley, Luis, or even Leon S. Kennedy. Only you.

"I gave you all that I have inside And you took my love You took my love(...)"

You wear an oversized black shirt that goes just above your knees. Your beauty always seems to leave him breathless because no one should look this stunning. It is unfair. Leon forgets how to speak and how to act. He is just a rookie all over again. The hopeless rookie who met you years ago, desperate for some comfort, any comfort after Racoon City. Only you matter right now. Shit, he hasn't realized how much he missed you. Your touch. Your kisses. Your warmth.

"Do you know what time it is, Kennedy?" You yawn, crossing your arms. Understandable, he woke you up in the middle of the night. You had all the right to be angry if you wanted; Leon feels like shit about it, though he couldn't wait until the morning to see you.

"Yes. May I come in?" His voice way is softer than his usual tone, but again, he is different when it comes to you. He is not the same person around you.

Your eyebrows arch, surprised, and Leon notices your nipples harden against your shirt. Perfect.

"I don't know. Can you?"

"When you came my way You brightened every day With your sweet smile(...)"

Please, let me in. Please, Leon begs mentally, and you smirk as if listening to his silent pleas. As if you could read his mind, knowing precisely how much he needs you.

"Please?" Leon murmurs, looking at your bare feet, not believing how fragile his voice sounds.

Not after all those things he had killed or everything he had gone through, he would still be clay in your hands. It didn't matter how many times he saved the world or how many he killed, you would still be the one who put Leon on his knees, this invisible force pulling him for you.

Leon doesn't know what would happen to him if you deny him. He might die as a thirsty man who got close to the oasis but failed to drink the water. Or got so close to the sun and burned himself before touching it. All those thoughts rush through his mind before your feet finally, finally give him passage, and Leon thanks mentally for your benevolence.

Leon starts walking into your house before you stop him, hands on his chest. You stare at his expression for a second, and Leon's heart beats so fast that he finally feels like living again.

"You don't look well. Was it hard this time?"

Leon's mind flashes with everything that happened to him in the last couple of days. He doesn't have to say anything: you know Leon better than anyone. You nod as if reading his mind again, closing the door.

"I will take care of you. Come."

"Didn't I give you All that I've got to give, baby(...)"

Leon's mind drifts away. He would lie if he said he didn't like the taste you left on his body, his heart, on his soul. You were like a drug, the strongest he had ever tasted.

"Leon."

Oh, how much he missed your moans. Your desperate sobs of his name as he pushed his cock inside of you, as a madman. There is nothing, nothing in this world that would separate you from him.

"Leon."

"I keep trying for you There's nothing like you and I, baby(...)"

He doesn't know what happens when he is inside of you, a feeling he can't describe. It is different from everything he tried before: you delight him. You keep him there while you take away the pain, sadness, and anything he had inside. You amplify all his senses as you empty them. He watches as your boobs bounce and your eyes light with a strange glow, but he doesn't care. Leon only cares about being yours.

He moans a lot, too: he begs. Begs for you not to leave him, begs you to stay with him forever, and implores you to love him. Tells you there is no else for him, except for you.

Leon can feel you are close, and he trembles under your power, trying to match your thrusts. All he can focus on is how tight you are squeezing him now, how delicious you look on top of him, how much he loves being yours, being loved by you.

"This is no ordinary love No ordinary love"

When Leon cums, his vision gets hazy. He holds your ass down rougher than he would want, so you don't move. He likes to feel his seed inside you, his eyes rolling to his head.

Leon Kennedy ceases to exist to exist again only because of you.

When you fall to his side, Leon can't move. He never moves after cumming inside of you, that feeling of you squeezing tight, taking all that he has. Leon feels your gentle hand taking his hair from his sweaty face, kissing his lips, and savoring it. He moans in your mouth, grabbing your hips with the bit of strength he still has.

"Feeling better, Leon?"

Leon nods, his big blue eyes begging him not to leave you. To stay with him forever. He is more exhausted than when he arrived, but he is grateful. You smile compassionately, the strange glow in your eyes slowly disappearing, laying your head on his chest.

"I lo-"

"Shhh, Leon. You have to rest now. Everything will be okay in the morning. Sleep, my love."

As a command, you watch Leon Kennedy sink into darkness. You sigh, listening to his heartbeats, the sensation of satisfaction and fullness in your veins not enough to dismiss the tiny feeling of worry you had before. Or the happiness when you saw him. Or the feeling that he belongs to you and only you. There were too small to consider but not small enough to ignore. You shake your head and find yourself foolish as you make circles on Leon's chest. Now, after all the years, was not the time to get sentimentalist. You fall asleep, ignoring the sensation of comfort of being in Leon's arms.

"Keep trying for you Keep crying for you Keep lying for you Keep flying and I'm falling

And I'm falling"

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy has heart eyes for this reader #while reader is like YES MIDNIGHT SNACK #this fanfic is so important to me!! leon is so lucky for me to choose him to be a sade theme song #he has no idea

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