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Can I have a timeskip!Ushijima comfort fic? Like Ushi doesn't understand the concept of skinship like holding hands and hugs so he often shrugs off reader's attempts in skinships, which of course made reader feel sad ㅠㅠ
Thank you and have a nice day! <3
Understanding you ♡
Pairing: Aged up! Wakatoshi Ushijima x fem!reader
WC: 1.6k
Genre: slight angst to comfort/fluff
CW: fem!reader, inexperienced in relationships!Wakatoshi, slight angst from ushi :( , fluff and comfort all in the end :)) , maybe some self deprecation from reader, best friends with tendou, communication is always key
note: thank you for requesting this! I hope it’s up to your expectations, sugar!! <3
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Being the girlfriend of the Wakatoshi Ushijima was something I didn’t expect would hurt this much. As his girlfriend, I understood the importance of volleyball since it quite literally is his career path. However, being in a relationship is a whole other aspect to think about.
There never really was anything that really stood out to me about his wrongdoings. He always made it to every dinner plan, he didn’t forget the classic month to month anniversaries, he seemed like he was just a gift from heaven.
I knew it was too good to be true when I realized we, or I, was severely lacking in the physical department of our relationship.
Ushijima and I never really got closer within touching or skin-ship distance. That really sucked for me and hurt my feelings since he aced every other aspect of our relationship, no pun intended.
I wasn’t sure if he was just uncomfortable with touching me or if he had some kind of weird feeling about touching me. However, with physical touch being my number one priority of love language I wasn’t sure how to go about telling him my feelings.
Giving Wakatoshi free rein to plan out his schedule, except for date nights, was a must. He is a grown man and I’m not his mother, but I always felt bad when there was something important, like this, to be talked about.
I couldn’t help but to bite my lip as I stared at our private text messages. His contact name, ‘Ushi baby’ stared right back at me whilst I tried to work up the courage to send a text.
Deciding against it, I threw my phone onto my bed and sighed loudly. He was at practice and had a game tomorrow so I didn’t want to bother him or cloud his mind with meaningless things like what I need to talk about.
I couldn’t help to wallow in my own pity. The clock on my white painted walls doing nothing but making the sound of ticking throughout my room which eventually annoyed me enough to leave.
It was around the time for Ushi’s practice to be over and I really wanted him to come over, I just didn’t know how everything would go.
Whenever we had first started dating I got introduced, and interviewed, by Wakatoshi’s best friend, Tendou. And now, Tendou was one of my closest friends so I decided to call the Chocolatier himself for support.
After the phone had rang for three seconds it picked up, “Hello! Hello!” the familiar voice sounded throughout my kitchen.
“Hey Ten! I am in need of advice and company.” I admitted due to the facetime call revealing his apron on with some stains of colors on it.
“Oh really?” He asked, drawing out the ‘really’.
“Yes, really. I need to talk to Wakatoshi, I’m just not sure how. Any ideas?”
“That depends on what you’re going to talk to him about. Saying the wrong thing could make him easily misunderstand what you mean and vice versa.” Tendou tried to poetically explain, as if I didn’t already know that.
“Yeah, thank you so much,” I rolled my eyes, “I’m feeling a bit.. lonely in our relationship lately. I need more physical affection from him and I’m not sure how to really bring it up because times that’s happened before.”
That little spill from me made memories pop up into my head of Ushijima rejecting my attempts for physical love.
I could only remember how he shrugged himself away from holding my hand or kissing me after I brought him a well-balanced lunch meal one day during practice.
I never felt more embarrassed or ashamed in my life. My own boyfriend rejected my advances to give him, and to receive love from him in front of his entire team.
It wasn’t the only time that that had happened. I tried doing it behind closed doors just in case he didn’t like publicly displaying affection. However, that didn’t work either when he moved away from me one night after being out to dinner.
From that point on it’s just been messaging, very little facetime, some phone calls, and occasionally visiting each other’s apartment. I wasn’t sure how to proceed with this, and I certainly didn’t think it was anywhere near enough to breaking up.
However, that doesn’t mean he didn’t hurt my feelings nor have been continuing to hurt them. Whether on purpose or not.
With Ushijima being a member of the Schweiden Adlers, I knew some of his teammates and occasionally talked with them about how my boyfriend was doing time to time.
However, I couldn’t help to not reach out to them within the last couple of weeks. I didn’t have the courage to confidently ask about him.
Tendou’s voice brought me back to where I needed to be, which was having this conversation to communicate my needs across to him.
“And since knowing him for a while helps my understanding, I think a simple conversation would do the trick. Honestly, I’m not sure why you called if you knew that too?” He questioned me, eyes peering dangerously close to mine through the tiny phone screen.
I bit my lip, “It’s just… he has a game tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin that by spouting dumb nonsense about how I’m not feeling this or that from him.”
Growing up, I’ve always considered other peoples thoughts, opinions, feelings before mine. It was just the kind of person I was, and now it hurts me the most when I need to express myself.
“Girl. Fuck that game.” He rolled his eyes at me.
“Yes Wakatoshi loves his career and it’ll always be there but you’re something in his life that can disappear at any moment. I think he’d want to know,” Tendou tried reasoning with my dumb logic as he pointed a wooden spoon in my direction.
I gave up. I knew in the back of my mind that Tendou was definitely right and I wasn’t but it was my own self that was keeping me from doing what I needed to do.
“Alright, I think I’ll ask him to come over tonight then.” I tried to say confidently after I made up my mind of what needed to be done.
“Great! When I’m in Tokyo next I’ll be sure to bring a little something for you and him.” Tendou winked at me before ending the facetime call.
That only left me to do one thing, text my boyfriend. I quickly sent him a text asking if it would be okay for him to come over after practice.
My nerves were all over the place as I waited for the tall, olive haired man to show up at my place.
Soon the door bell brought me out of my mind trance and when I opened the door I saw the one and only Ushijima.
“Hey Toshi, come in,” I widened the door after taking a good look at him.
It seemed like he came here right out of practice, he was still in his whole practice uniform. His usual stoic face didn’t change once I sat down on to my living room couch.
“Is something the matter, (Y/n)?” He bluntly asked, getting straight to the point with me.
I took a deep breath to prepare myself, “Yes, Toshi. There is something the matter. My feelings are hurt and have been hurt for a while due to the lack of physical touch in our relationship.” I paused for a moment to look over his face.
He seemed to be intently listening on every word I was saying which gave me the impression to keep going.
“I just want more skin ship with you like hugging, kissing, hang holding, or even just sitting beside you with arms touching. I feel deprived of that because you seem to always move away when I try to initiate it. Is there a reason or..?” I trailed off, finishing what I was saying and asking a question to see his side.
“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, (Y/n). I don’t understand the idea of that. It makes you feel more loved than usual?” He asked, trying to work around in his head of what I had mentioned.
“Well, yes. Without it I feel upset or rejected by you sometimes.” I hung my head low a bit, it was embarrassing having to discuss this. However, I was always one to get embarrassed or ashamed at anything I needed.
“I will try, for you.” He promised, his large hand reaching over to me and placing it on my knee. He was very warm and it traveled through my body.
I smiled a bit, “Thank you, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”
I scooted closer to him on the couch and he gave me his one million dollar small smile that I love. His arms wrapped around my shoulders whilst I hugged his torso. His lean but built, very built, body touched my soft one, I loved this feeling.
We stayed like that for a minute, nothing heard but the low volume of my living room TV and our breathing.
“Thank you, Toshi. I really appreciate that you’ll try for me.” I pulled away, already missing the hug but needing to say that to his face.
“Of course, love.” His hand came up to caress my face and I leaned into his touch.
The aching in my heart and body went away after discussing that with him. It was all just a bit miscommunication which was easily fixed after I expressed what I needed to.
I couldn’t be more content.
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a/n: I hope you enjoyed anon!! I’m terrible at writing for Ushijima but thank you for helping me extend the people I can write for :))
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1 5 & 10 for sleep awake!!!! i must know especially the first one
OKAY LETS GO. i talk a bit abt mental health and depression in the first one btw so if u dont want to hear abt that i beg u scroll.
one — what inspired you to write the fic this way?
god. i mean. the actual answer is that i am severely mentally ill. and like kind of in a funny haha way but kind of actually also and im not medicated for adhd or depression at the moment either. it was basically a combination of not being able to get danganronpa out of my actual head, like, seriously this is the longest hyperfixation i have ever had to the point where im considering it just a special interest instead. like, reader insert and escapism has always been my way of interacting with media i was a fan of, since i was like SIX i was imagining myself into winx club and scooby doo and it literally has just never changed. PLUS i thought it would be a good way to explore a lot of the characters i wasn't familiar with, like kirumi, tenko, and kokichi himself. and then another big part of it was i just. wanted a story where someone like me got to go on the journey i wanted to go on, the one i am currently going on. like, the main theme of wanting to live and realising your life has value didn't come from nowhere, it's stuff that i need to hear and learn for myself. and honestly it has helped, a lot, so yk sometimes therapy can be writing a 300k danganronpa reader insert fanfic. sorry this was probably a bit of a deeper answer than u were expecting but it is the simple truth.
five — what part was the hardest to write?
it shouldn't come as a surprise, but definitely chapter three. all of that had me pulling my actual hair out trying to make everything connect and make sense and even as i was writing the trial i was like god. i've forgotten something. this is paced awfully. i've created a plot hole. everyone's going to hate it. the first trial and making the reader look super guilty for rantaro's murder was also super difficult, probably just because it was the first time i did it and didn't really know how to lay all the groundwork yet; i vividly remember having to write the trial chapter and the investigation chapters alongside each other so i could keep the truth bullets and the testimoniest concurrent and consistent. like, i would figure out something that had to be brought up during the trial and immediately go and write it in the investigation, and keep going. it was pretty exhausting.
ten — why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?
it's kinda interesting actually. the story didn't start out with the vision of, i want to do a kokichi/reader. actually right up until i published it was like, okay. i want there to be a romantic interest, but i also do want people to like. read it. so i should do one of the more popular characters, which left me with kaito, shuichi and kokichi. i eliminated kaito kinda early on because i wanted the love interest to coincide with reader's journey on learning to want to live, and i thought the storyline would be too repetetive of what kaito did for shuichi and maki. so i was flipping between shuichi and kokichi right up until i published the first chapter. weirdly, i think shuichi might have been a more conventionally suited love interest to the reader's journey, as he goes on a pretty similar one himself. in the end, though, that's exactly why i went with kokichi, for the contrast and the unconventionality of it. i thought it would be more of a challenge. it would definitely be nice to read about shuichi and reader growing and healing together but, like, i saw the potential for a much more complex story and themes with kokichi, ones that i was more interested in exploring.
#these were very fun to muse on!!! love my baby fic so much#🌙; ask games#🏚.sleep awake#<3.kodzus#tw mental health#tw depression#tw depression mention#depression mention
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Is Denki the Bokuto-san of Class A? Methinks so.
As for his very own Akaaaaashiii, i think it is without a doubt Shinso (i feel like after the joint training with class B, the two have built a great friendship. Imagine Denki seeking him out and inviting him for class hang outs. That or Denki hangs out with the Gen Ed students). If its not Shinso, its probably Ojiro-kun!
ohhh, that's a good way to put it!
during bokuto's first appearance in the manga, takeda-sensei remarked that somehow, watching him play fires up/cheers up the opponents too(?) and i think denki also plays a similar part in keeping morale up during a battle :-)
shinsou and akaashi would be such great friends if they ever met TT and yes, i'm living for the kamishin friendship too and i'm really hoping we get to see them interact some more in the future. i wanna see how shinsou warms up to denki eventually once he becomes a part of 1A, i think it'll be very funny and wholesome :*)
ojiro my beloved he is actually so funny and hot <3 and he'd probably the easiest to get along with out of everyone in 1A (for shinsou) because he's so... normal. but of course with denki always playing with his tail, where ojiro goes denki goes too... so shinsou probably has to accept that it's a package deal (☆▽☆)
#speaking of shinsou i read the BEST shinsou centric/gen 1A fic today#it was literally SO GOOD lemme go find it and rec it right now#anyways i love u kodzu thank u sm for sending in ur headcanons!!! i love it when people do that <3#and sorry this reply is late :-( i was really tired yesterday#kodzujin0613#ask yuna
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Ateez Reaction: The First "I Love You"
A/n: i know im a lil late for yeosang’s birthday but i had to post something!!! plus I wanna do more ateez reactions so if you guys have any reaction requests go ahead and send them! (just reactions tho. No imagines or fics until Blue Skies is finished) also sorry this is not edited ahaha
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WC: 600-700 per member/ 5.6k total
Warnings: suggestive?, heated argument, cute ateez, maybe one or two curse words
Hongjoong:
“All I’m saying is that you could try and spare just a little time, Joong!” Your boyfriend seemed to be completely ignoring you. “Joong! Will you please listen to me! I can’t fight for this relationship all by myself!”
Hongjoong groaned turning to face you. “Y/n, baby, you know I am stretched thin. I spend eighty percent of my day working for the boys, fifteen percent doing schedules that I never am informed of until ten minutes before, and then four percent managing seven hyperactive man-children. I get one percent! One percent to myself!”
At this point, neither of you were doing anything to restrain the level of your voices. You were certain you would be getting a noise complaint from your neighbors for all the yelling but you really didn’t care at this point. “Hongjoong you asked me out! A year ago you asked me out and you decided you wanted to commit to this relationship. You can’t just bail! Don’t I deserve one percent of your time?”
Your boyfriend stood in the middle of the living room, tossing his phone on the couch flippantly. “I’m not saying you don’t! I’m saying there’s nothing I can do about it, babe! My work comes first- you know that!”
Tears pricked at the edge of your eyes. “Nothing you can do? Hongjoong...I’ve sacrificed everything for this. For you. I’ve uprooted my life. I’ve risked my job, my education, my friendships....all for you. I’m in this for the long haul.”
“And you think I’m not?” He yelled back at you.
“I honestly can’t tell! Joong- I love you! Do you love me at all?”
Your heart sank seeing him stutter. You let him stew in silence for a minute or two before deciding that he was in fact not going to say anything. The idol couldn't even meet your eyes. He wasn’t going to say it. Your shoulders sank and you ran a hand through your hair. Finally letting the tears fall you turned away from the man standing in your living room. You had to get away.
“Wow....so this is what one-sided love feels like...”
Not waiting for him to respond you walked out the door, not looking back. You walked out of your apartment building not really heading anywhere in particular. He either wasn’t ready or he wasn’t going to say it at all. The thing was....you were kind of tired of waiting.
It took Hongjoong a few moments to realize what happened. It then dawned on him that you had walked out. Like actually walked out. “Oh, shit...” The lean handsome man sprinted out the door. He didn’t know where you were but he knew he had to find you.
Hongjoong went everywhere he could think of. He ran at least nine blocks looking for you, sweat dripping off his forehead. Suddenly a familiar sign came into view. The bright white light shone like a beacon on the small street. The convenience store where the two of you first met.
The bell rang as he entered the twenty-four-hour shop and immediately his eyes fell on you sitting at the counter. “Y/n!” You turned to look at him and his heart broke seeing the trails of tears on your cheeks.
You made no effort to move and instead, you let him come to you- sitting down on the stool beside you. “Baby...I’m so sorry. You were right I was a total asshole-”
“Hongjoong-”
“Please just let me speak...” Hesitantly you nodded, pushing away the ramen you bought to focus on your boyfriend. “I am in love with you.”
“Joong-”
“I don’t want to say ‘I love you’, because that’s not enough. That’s not how much I feel. You don’t deserve ‘I love you’. You deserve....’I would bring down every star in the night sky to just see your smile’, but that’s a little long. So...I’m in love with you. I am in love with you, Y/n.”
You were at a loss for words. Hongjoong sensed this and reached for your hand. “You aren’t just saying this because I said it right?”
He shook his head and pressed a light kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll tell you a secret.” You nodded- heart beating faster by the second. “Somewhere in my dorm; no I’m not telling you where cause I know you’re going to look anyway, there is a ring for you. Now it’s not a promise ring....unless that freaks you out and then it totally is a promise ring. I don’t plan on giving it to you anytime soon, but it’s there...only for you.”
You grinned leaping into his arm and crashing your lips against his. “I love you so much, Joong.”
Seonghwa:
Waking up with a 103 fever was not the best start to your day. It got even worse when you remember you were supposed to spend it with your boyfriend, Seonghwa since it was his rare day off. Trying to push past the congestion forming in your nose and head you reached for your phone and dialed the familiar number of the idol.
Before he could even speak or utter a ‘hello’ you sneezed uncontrollably. “I take it our date is canceled?” Your boyfriend chuckled hearing tiny sniffles on your end of the phone. “Let me come take care of you.”
“No! I don’t want to get you sick!”
“I’ll be fine. I’m coming over in fifteen.”
“Hwa, no-” It was too late. The line went dead. You grimaced, catching a glimpse of your reflection on the black screen of your phone. Rolling out of bed and bringing the blankets with you, you stumbled into your closet to grab something that didn’t smell like death. “Ooooo I see a Toothless shirt!” You giggled, finding a big t-shirt that Seonghwa had left at your place. Throwing it on you tied up your messy hair and trudged into the living room to wait for your knight in shining armor.
Thirteen and half minutes later there was a knock on your door. “Y/n?” Seonghwa’s smooth voice floated through the door past rhythmic locks.
“It’s open,” Your voice came out nasally and you could feel the disgustingness clogging up your nose and chest. The sound of your door opening prompted you to look up but the twinge in your neck said otherwise.
Judging by the sounds and Seonghwa’s inability to differ from routine you knew he was taking off his shoes then setting whatever bags he had on the kitchen counter before neatly putting his coat in the closet. “Darling...baby?” Eventually, the tall head of blonde handsomeness came into view, only slightly less blurry than you thought it was going to be. His long fingers reached out to brush hair away from your forehead. “That’s one hell of a fever, honey.”
“I didn’t know there were two Seonghwa’s.” He laughed as your eyes defocused, seeing double of the man before you.
“Yeah- I’ve been holding out on you.” Your boyfriend smiled, seeing you in his shirt. Gingerly, he wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist before lifting you off the couch. “Okay, darling, piggyback time.”
After tucking you back in bed Seonghwa retreated to grab the medicine he brought for you. Seonghwa spent most of the day taking care of you in mother hen mode while you laid around hopped up on cold meds. “It’s Mr.Dragon!” You cheered as Seonghwa entered the bedroom, bed tray in hand. He giggled at your cute loopy smile.
“Mr.Dragon has brought you your lunch and more medicine.” He set the tray on the nightstand before sitting next to you on the bed.
You shook your head, pouting at the bottle your boyfriend was already opening. “No, if I take that potion I can’t go save the magical crystal from the hands of the evil sorcerer!” Your eyes were wide and you tried untangling yourself from the blankets. The handsome man laughed pushing you gently back in bed.
“Don’t worry my love, the crystal is in safe hands. You just need to rest.” After giving you the medicine and spoon-feeding you soup he made Seonghwa tucked you back in as you started to get drowsy. Still loopy from the medicine you pulled your boyfriend to lay with you. “Do you want cuddles? Okay, baby,”
You nestled into his chest, fingers poking at his nose.
Seonghwa let you poke at his face and smush his cheeks as your eyes became heavy. Just before he was about to drift into a nap himself he heard you mutter something, pulling at his shirt. “I love you, Hwa.”
“What did you say, Y/n?”
“I loooovee you, HwaHwa,”
Seonghwa blinked a few times before pulling you closer to his chest. “I love you too, darli-”
“Do bears have toes? Is Yunho a beat cause he looks like a bear?”
The singer sighed, a soft grin on his lips. “Welp.....I love you anyways....”
Yunho:
Today was the day. Yunho was certain. He was going to tell you he loved you. He was going to run up and- no. No, he was not going to run. That would be scary and awful and he shook that idea out of his mind. He was going to walk up- oh no......how did one walk again? Left- right? Or right-left?
“Dude...you are way overthinking this,” Mingi said from next to him. The two boys sat in a dressing room, fans blowing cold air onto the two sweaty dancers. Mingi looked over at his friend with a knowing expression.
Yunho shrugged, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. “Wha- what? I’m not- I’m not thinking about a-anything.”
“Your leg is literally vibrating and you’ve been drinking from an empty water bottle for about six minutes.”
Looking down at the vessel in his hand he saw his friend was in fact correct. “What are you so nervous about?” Hongjoong asked as he and Wooyoung entered the room and were ushered to the stylists’ station.
Taking a deep calming breath Yunho spoke. “I’m going to tell Y/n I love her.”
“WOAAHH!” Wooyoung screamed, earning a slap on the head from his stylist.
Mingi patted him on the back while their leader turned around in his chair to look at the tall singer. “Yunho are you sure you aren’t moving too quickly?” The rapper’s words now challenged everything Yunho was planning on doing. “I mean you’ve only been dating like what....six months?”
“I don’t think it should matter if he’s sure. Besides, Y/n just texted me and said they are thirty minutes away....so not much time to change his mind.” Giving his hyung a pat on the shoulder, Mingi got up and left the dressing room.
“Wooyoung, keep an eye on him in case he passes out or something,” Hongjoong said leaving the room as well. Almost thirty minutes later Hongjoong returned to find Yunho lying on the couch with a blanket over his head. “How is he?” The leader asked the younger.
“Well, about fifteen minutes ago he went from talking at light speed to hyperventilating in silence. Then to recover he would burst in song. The cycle repeated about five times.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope. In three....two....one-” Wooyoung pointed to the shaking mass under the blanket.
Yunho started moving and mumbling, drawing Hongjoong closer to hear. “Hakuna matata ya....ey yo....hakuna matata yoooo.”
Hongjoong sighed, pulling the fabric off his tall friend. “Y/n is here, bro.” A girlish squeak left Yunho as he shot upright. “Are you ready?” He violently shook his head no.
“Not at all.”
“Given the state of his love life not only does he need a wingman but also a co-pilot, mission control, and a really hot flight attendant.”
Hongjoong rolled his eyes and turned to his friend. “Yunho, just relax. Act normal. Breathe. You’ll be fine.” Yunho nodded and left the room hands balled in fists. It didn’t take him long to find your face in the bustling crowd of the set. You turned and waved to him with a smile and that sinking fearful feeling came back and he bolted the opposite way.
Confused but thinking he just had something to do you ignored the weird behavior. Whenever Yunho found himself next to you he was unbelievably nervous. He kept his answers short and to the point if you spoke to him because he really did not want his manager to be present when he confessed his love for you.
Any time he thought he found the perfect moment, it was quickly ruined by him being called to set or a water cooler spilling all over you, or one of the members completely ruining the vibe. He was about to give up at the end of the day until he saw you sitting on the almost empty set. “Hey, bear,” You greeted with a smile at his approach.
This was it. His opportunity. “Y/n, I love you. There I said it. Oh my god, I said it! YES! I ACTUALLY SAID IT! HELL YEAH!” You could tell he was instantly relieved as the words left his mouth. A visible weight was off his shoulders.
“Was that what you were trying to say all day, bear?” He nodded and you stood up, cupping his cheeks in your hands. “Well, I love you too.” Impatience getting the best of him, Yunho leaned down and crashed his lips against yours- unable to contain the joy he felt.
Yeosang:
Yeosang was not a PDA person. He wasn’t really even an affectionate saying person. In fact, if a stranger saw the two of you walking side by side on the street they probably would have absolutely no idea you had been together for almost two years. You didn’t mind. Yeosang never denied you affection or touch, just simply never initiated it. He also had an image to maintain for his fans.
The thing is you were getting a little impatient. Two years you had invested into this relationship. You snuck around. You had dates canceled. You waited for him while he was on tour. Two years and he still had never told you he loved you. At this point, you were beginning to doubt that he might. You knew that you loved him but you really didn’t want to say it first...you know...just in case...
However, from Yeosang’s perspective, this was not the case. He loved you more than anything in the whole world. In his eyes, he told you every day. His mother always told him actions speak louder than words. So every day he made sure to show you how much he loved you.
Sometimes it was a small thing. Something you didn’t even think to notice. How he always made sure to text you ate mealtime to make sure you ate. The way he knew your coffee order by heart and exactly what could settle your cravings when you felt bad. He could tell by the amount of emojis you used how bad or good of day you were having. He always gave you his jacket before you even asked for it.
In his mind, he told you he loved you countless times every day.
Yeosang lounged on your couch, barefaced with sweatpants and a hoodie. The hood was pulled tight around his face and the strigs were tied in a cute bow just under his chin. You sat on the floor below him folding laundry while he fidgeted with the controller of a new drone he just bought.
Occasionally he would get frustrated so you would reach up and rub the nearest part of his leg you could reach. After a while, he gave up, gently but obviously with annoyance setting down the remote.
You jumped feeling his hands snake under your arms, pulling you up with him onto the couch. Yeosang pulled you into his lap and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. “Hungry?” Your boyfriend nodded with a pout.
It seemed he was in a bit of a clingy mood. You turned- getting a better look at the handsome man in whose lap you sat. A chortled laugh burst from your lips. “What?”
“You look like a condom!”
“Rude!”
“Sang, why is your hood like this?” He shrugged with a grin, letting you untie the knot and push back the hood, revealing his fluffy brown hair. Subconsciously, you ran your hands through it, enjoying the feeling of the soft tresses. Yeosang locked eyes with you, holding you in a sweet gaze. Leaning up he pressed a short but tender kiss to your lips. “Ooo...affection....you want something don’t you?” You meant it only half-jokingly.
With a little giggle, he hugged onto you more. “Would you go pick up some fried chicken?” You sighed but put on a tight-lipped smile.
“Sure.” Getting off his lap you pushed your hair up away from your face. “I’ll go get some now.” You said, walking towards the front door.
Had you looked back you would have seen your boyfriend smiling like an idiot. “Okay! I love you. My card is in my wallet- go ahead and take it, love. Also, can you make sure they don’t forget the sauce on the side. They always forget. Y/n are you listening?” The handsome man asked seeing you slowly turn around and stare it him, jaw almost to the floor. “What?”
“You love me?”
“Yeah. I thought you knew. I feel like it’s pretty obvious.”
“WELL, NOT TO ME!”
Yeosang chuckled, pushing himself off the couch and walking to you. “I really thought you knew. My bad, sweetie.” His hand brushed your shoulder as he passed, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Don’t worry about the chicken I’ll go pick it up and let you process this.”
“Thank you...”
“Love you!”
San:
Dating San was not.......easy. Yes, that was the right word. It was a huge rollercoaster. You had been dating San for almost a year. Keeping it a secret was more than difficult, but necessary since your boyfriend was quickly becoming one of the biggest sex symbols of K-pop. But it was all worth it because San was one of the most loving, caring, spontaneous, and incredible people you had ever met, and having him in your life was priceless.
“What song should I dance to next?” The sound of your boyfriend’s voice floated to your ears from the speaker of your laptop. Despite having a mountain of homework from your college courses, you made sure to never miss one of San’s VLives. He never asked you to watch, but it was one of the few times you could see his face with his busy schedule.
Swinging your pen between your fingers, you couldn't help but watch San’s face on the screen as he smiled. You were so in love with him. All your friends told you that you should let him say it first, but every time you looked at him you wanted to just scream it for the whole world to hear. Then you remembered that you were incredibly shy and insecure and probably could never get the words out before running away.
Interrupting your thoughts was the sound of your phone chiming. It gave you an idea. Ignoring whatever message you received, you pulled up San’s contact. Glancing at the laptop you saw he was already looking at his phone. Taking a deep breath you typed out the text.
‘I love you’
Anxiously you waited after hitting send, watching the live stream with bated breath. San’s phone chimed and he slid across the practice room floor to check the notification. A tiny knowing smile slid across his face seeing your name. He quickly swiped open the message and the grin on his face gradually got bigger, and bigger, and bigger.
He rolled over onto the floor staring at his phone like he had just won the lottery. A tiny giggle you had only heard the likes from your baby cousin left your giddy boyfriend. His legs kicked up in the air and he screamed so loud you wondered if someone in the company might think he was hurt.
San tossed his phone and ran around the practice room. “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!” He sang and danced around the room. You could not stop laughing as you watched your boyfriend cartwheel and shimmy across the screen, clearly forgetting about his fans and the live stream.
Seonghwa burst into the room a worried look on his face. It was evident he had heard the scream from wherever he was in the building. “San are you okay? What’s with the screaming?”
Instead of answering San literally skipped over and planted a big smacker on his member’s cheek. Seonghwa’s eyes went wide and he immediately wiped off the kiss. “Dude, what the hell?”
“I LOVE YOU!”
“You are so weird.”
With that Seonghwa left the room and closed the door. San continued to dance like a goofball and you watched the comments flood in asking ‘what the hell is he doing’. Your boyfriend continued to dance for another three minutes before grabbing his phone off the floor and plopping down in front of the camera. His fingers flew across the keyboard and soon a chime came from your phone. It was a text from San.
‘I love you more Y/n’
Refusing to do a silly dance like he did, you texted him back. ‘I liked your little dance ;)’. Looking over at the screen, San’s grin immediately fell and he stared into the camera. His head dropped and all he could say was “I’m such an idiot,” Thankfully he laughed it off and continued the live with a big grin on his face.
Mingi:
Against all advice from his members, Mingi was convinced that he had to make a romantic comedy-worthy gesture for the first time he said ‘I love you’. Thankfully, your relationship was public so he could do anything he wanted! He had it all planned out. He contacted all your friends and found out about your class schedule as well as when your professors came into class.
On the day in question, he dressed up in his coolest outfit that was totally not picked out by a stylist for a photoshoot they went to weeks ago. Yunho despite thinking that Mingi was bonkers, agreed to drive him to your campus and let him borrow his sunglasses.
Unsuspecting, you walked into your literature lecture with your friend, F/n. She kept glancing at the clock, making you suspicious. “Don’t worry we are like five minutes early! Dr. Kim isn’t going to yell at us.” She nodded and took her seat next to you. As you were pulling your binder from your bag, music blasted through the room making everyone’s head turn towards the door.
What you saw immediately made you cover your face, half in shame and half to cover the blush on your cheeks. Mingi stood on a table holding a boombox over his head. Your favorite love song was playing from the device, and Mingi loudly sang to it, slightly off-key.
“Y/n, baby, this is for you!” He yelled with a toothy grin and pointing at you. Passing off the stereo to a very confused classmate Mingi jumped from table to table dancing to the music. He high five your friend and you turned to her, shocked.
“You knew about this?!”
“Of course. You think he could pull this off by himself?”
Laughing you turned back to your dancing boyfriend. He continued to serenade you, making a warm feeling fill your chest. Mingi dis a sexy body wave and winks at you before goofily dancing and singing to the chorus. “Is that Song Mingi from Ateez?” One of the girls in your class whispers before pulling out her phone. At this point, you didn’t even care, because the way Mingi was looking at you made you feel like the only one in the room.
As the song came to a close the tall man jumped onto the table you were sitting at and tossed his sunglasses at you with a flying kiss. “Y/N L/N! I LOVE YOU!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Your friend basically pushed you out of your seat and Mingi hopped off the table, somehow still towering over you even with both feet on the ground. “I love you too, Mingi.” Instantly he grinned and wrapped you in a big hug.
“KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!” The room shouted. Looking around everyone was cheering on the two of you and several people were filming on their phones.
Without hesitation, Mingi took you in his arms and dramatically dipped you in the aisle before planting a big kiss on your lips. F/n whistled and cheered with the rest of your classmates. After a moment he brought you back upright but insisted on giving you another sweet kiss. Sadly it was interrupted by your boyfriend being jerked away from you.
“Ow! Ow, ow, OW!” Mingi yelped. You could only watch and laugh as your professor dragged him towards the door by the ear. “Y/n! HELP!” The rest of the students in the room laughed as Mingi disappeared around the corner with your very pissed-off professor.
“Sorry, babe! I love you!” You called back before sitting back down in your seat and getting ready for your lecture.
Wooyoung:
Your chest heaved. Sweat beaded on your forehead and the back of your neck. Wooyoung hovered above you, head dropped in your neck. One of his hands was resting above your head, fingers locked with yours in a passionate grip. The other was resting just below your chest.
Being with Wooyoung was no new experience. The two of you had been dating for almost a year and somehow any elongated period of time alone together wound up with you between the sheets so to speak.
“How are you so amazing?” Wooyoung whispered against your skin as he fell over beside you. You knew he wasn’t just talking about the mind-blowing sex you just had. The comment made you blush- turning away from him with a grin. Birds were chirping happily outside your window signaling the beginning of a new day.
His slender fingers traced down your spine, giving you shivers. It was at that moment with your boyfriend tracing sloping patterns on your back that you realized how you truly felt. Not even the sound of the idol’s phone could distract you from this revelation you were having.
The bed shifted and the comforting touch of the man behind you disappeared. “Sorry babe, that was the company. They need me to come in for a quick market meeting.” He started tugging on his pants, pulling up the zipper.
You loved him. You loved him more than anything. The man struggling to find his socks; you loved him. There was nothing about him you didn’t love. His stupid, loud, boisterous laugh. The way he almost always lost a finger when cooking for you. His stubborn yet thoughtful personality. And the worst part about all of this was you had this unrelenting urge to tell him immediately.
“Why don’t I swing by after the meeting and if you aren’t too sore we’ll go get lunch?” Your boyfriend proposed with a wink. His toned arms were soon covered by the sleeves of his white button-down shirt.
Unable to fight the impulse any longer you looked at the half-dressed man with an adoring gaze. “Wooyoung, I love you.”
The singer blinked a few times before a cocky grin took over his face. His fingers stopped reaching for his shirt buttons. In one quick motion, Wooyoung leaped onto the bed, pouncing on top of you. That stupid shit-eating grin lit up his handsome face. Incoherent happy noises left his face that was shoved into your shoulder.
His head shot up, almost giving you whiplash. Propping himself up on his elbow the singer ran a hand through his hair with an attempt at a straight face. “Well of course you love me. I’m fabulous.” You couldn’t help but snort, making Wooyoung smile.
“Good grief!”
“Who wouldn’t love me? I’m amazing!” Slightly embarrassed you turn away- unable to look him in the eyes. Slender long fingers reached for your chin. Your eyes met and butterflies thundered in your stomach. “Say it again, Y/n,” Wooyoung whispered in your ear.
“.......I love you....”
Wooyoung smirked, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Again, baby.”
“I love you.”
“How much?”
“I love you to the moon and back 8,000 times.”
‘I love you to the moon and back 8,000 times’ your voice said through the speaker of Wooyoung’s phone. He smiled pressing the play button again. ‘I love you to the moon and back- I love you to the moon and back- I love you to the moon and back 8,000 times’ Your voice played over and over and all you could do was blush.
Sitting up you covered your face, feeling the heat creep up all the way to your ears. Wooyoung followed and rest his chin on your shoulder. Peeking out from your fingers you saw him making the recording his new ringtone. “You are such a weirdo.”
‘A weirdo who looooves you!” He sang. You turned your head only to be bet with his signature grin. Moving forward he stole a kiss from your lips before getting up from the bed. “Okay, I really do have to go to that meeting. But I’m taking you out to lunch when I get back.”
He finished getting dressed before kissing you once and heading for the door. “I love you, Wooyoung.”
“Love you more, babe.”
Jongho:
Jongho had been busy lately. After weeks of nonstop drama shootings, meet and greets, studio sessions, and photoshoots he finally showed up at your dorm, rhythmically knocking on your door. Shuffling in your fuzzy slippers you opened the door and was greeted by the smiling face of your boyfriend.
“Jongho?”
Instead of responding the singer wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “Sorry, I’ve been so busy lately.” Being in his arms again felt like a relief you couldn’t explain. You had missed his quip remarks and the blush on his cheeks whenever you cuddled up to him.
“I was just worried about you,” you sighed, relaxing in his embrace. You couldn’t see but Jongho let a content smile reach his eyes hearing your words. After another moment you pulled away and pulled your boyfriend into your apartment. “I was worried you weren’t eating enough of getting enough rest.”
Jongho watched you meander in your fluffy slippers and followed closely behind. He listened to you ramble about him possibly missing meals and something about how Yunho had texted you about a barbecue but something happened that canceled it that he didn’t quite hear.
Eventually, your rant led the both of you to your bedroom. To Jongho your bedroom was like his little oasis away from the world. It was recharging and safe. Most importantly, it had you.
The comforters bounced as you flopped back onto your bed, starfishing on the blankets. Wordlessly you looked at the singer re-etching every detail of his face in your mind in case he had to disappear again.
“Cuddle?” You asked- reaching out to him.
He didn’t have to be asked twice. Jongho kicked off his shoes and practically pounced onto your soft bed. Slipping under the covers the two of you got comfortable. Surprisingly Jongho tucked himself into your shoulder, nose brushing your neck breathing in your scent. Without needing explanation, you wrapped an arm around him and felt his leg toss over yours.
Dragging your laptop closer with your only free hand you pulled it open, playing the first show to pop up on Netflix. Neither of you were really watching, but instead just enjoying the other’s company at long last. Hours and hours passed yet you had no intention of moving at all and neither did he.
“I love you.”
At first, you thought it came from your laptop. After a moment you processed that it came from the man laying next to you. All you could do was stare at the ceiling. He loved you? You knew he liked you a lot. Like a lot a lot. But....love?
A not so gentle jab to your side brought you out of your thoughts. When you finally turned to look at him, Jongho gasped dramatically. “I knew it. You don’t love me. I’m in love with a jerkface.” He pouted; of course, making no effort to push you away.
“Oh my god! I was just surprised! I love you too!”
“No. It’s alright. No one ever loves me. You don’t have to fake it, you poop head.”
“Poop head?”
“Yes. Poop head.” You laughed out loud making Jongho smile and look up at you. His eyes sparkled- gazing at you adoringly. He reached for your hand, playing with each of your fingers. “Still.....you aren’t going to say it back?”
Still not hearing an answer from you, he sat up, hovering over you with a slightly teasing stare. “Fine. I guess I love you too.” Smirking with a newfound confidence Jongho leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.
The kiss left you with a dark blush dusting every part of your face. “Really?” He asked, leaning on his elbow. Another cheeky grin pulled at his lips. “You aren’t being a poop head and just saying it back cause I said it back, right?”
“Can you stop saying poop head?”
“No, you are officially poop head from now on.”
He kissed your cheek, returning to his place snuggled in the crook of your neck. “Pizza. We should order pizza.” You said trying to cool the remaining heat on your cheeks. Jongho simply nodded reaching in his pocket to pull out his phone in order.
“Pizza sounds great, poop head.”
Masterlist
#ateez#ateez reactions#kdiarynet#ateez hongjoong#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez yeo sang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez imagine#ateez preferences#hongjoong imagines#kim hongjoong imagines#seonghwa imagines#park seonghwa imagines#yunho imagines#jeong yunho imagines#yeosang imagines#kang yeosang imagines#san imagines#choi san imagines#mingi imagines#song mingi imagines#wooyoung imagines#jung wooyoung imagines#jongho imagines
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Introducing:
The First Whorehouse Server Collab!
the theme: kidnapped by haikyuu wattpad style
like the horrible person i am, i subjected my poor server members to me reading kidnapped by one direction fics! which resulted in this shitshow beautiful collab, enjoy.
note: these are joke fics, not meant to be taken seriously! just for funsies :)
the shit storm begins: jan 10
the works of mother whore + the bottom bitches
captains:
ushijima + kita → @undermattsun
forced to be the farmers wife | w.c 1.2k
kuroo + daichi → @sugardaddykenma
can i at least grab my headphones, ugh | w.c 2.1k
bokuto + terushima → @pomsuki
fukurodani x johzenji | w.c n/a
setters:
oikawa → @bakatenshii
grapefruit | 2.3k
kenma → @theygottheircages
kageyama → @blahkugo
the works of the whores
aoba johsai → @keijiskitten
date tech → @stonersugawara
i was kidnapped by dateko narcos?!?? | w.c 800
fukurodani → @strawberryakaashi
“meet you’re new owners” | w.c 2.1k
inarizaki → @hisoknen
i was kidnapped??😱 by 😭 inarizaki????? | w.c n/a
itachiyama → @keijiskitten + @honey-makki
johzenji → @tendouswhxre
i was KIDNAPPED???? by johzenji | w.c n/a
kamomedai → @heauxzenji
Help!!1!! I was KiDnapp3D!1!! | w.c 888
karasuno → @sugawara-sweetheart + @sawamooora
kidnapped by the haikyuu mafia, on purpose, by accident | w.c 4.9k
nekoma → @dee-madwriter
kidnapped by nekoma | w.c 1.8k
nohebi → @daishou-s
kindapped by nohebi?! | w.c 1.5k
shiratorizawa → @mega-bastard
i was kidnapped by shiratorizawa ?!?!! | w.c 1.3k
msby black jackals → @bokugaos
adopted by... THEM?!! | w.c 2.4k
schweiden adlers → @kodzu-ken
i was??? taken hostage by the shweiden askers ?? | w.c 1.1k
sendai frogs → @dymphnasprose
i was kidnapped by the sendai frogs?!?! | w.c 800
neighborhood vbc → @honey-makki
THE JAPAN NATIONAL TEAM → everyone✨
kidnapped !! by the japan national team | w.c 1.3k
(for the national team i shared the document and everyone contributed 1-2 sentences! it’s a beautiful disaster)
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kinktober 2020 | masterlist
So I finally decided to put together a masterlist for kinktober! I did a lot of removing, combining, and swapping of days, but I think this is what my final lineup is going to be! I’ll only be posting every other day, but to make up for that, five of these fics are going to be full length (~3K+). All of the numbers come from my initial lineup from August.
EDIT: I made one more change, and that’s combining two Kuroo prompts and adding the Day 10 Iwa fic. Thank you @messwriting for the suggestion!
Day 1. Oikawa, Iwaizumi (1 + 8) | Threesome + Anal Sex [POSTED 10.01]
Day 2. Daichi (2 + 16) | Authority Kink + Dirty Talk [POSTED 10.03]
Day 3. Ushijima (3) | Size Kink [POSTED 10.05]
Day 4. Kenma (25 + 27 + 28) | Cock Warming + Toys + Pet Play [POSTED 10.07]
Day 5. Kuroo [bnha!au] (4 + 9) | Public Sex + Tentacles [POSTED 10.09]
Day 6. Bokuto (20) | Thigh Riding [POSTED 10.11]
Day 7. Akaashi (12 + 14) | Mirrors + Bondage [POSTED 10.13]
Day 8. Oikawa (5) | Hate Sex [POSTED 10.15]
Day 9. Shinsou (13 + 18) | Choking + Balcony Sex [POSTED 10.17]
Day 10. Iwaizumi (0) | Somnophilia [POSTED 10.19]
Day 11. Ukai (17 + 21) | Temperature Play + Cum Play [POSTED 10.21]
Day 12. Kuroo (10 + 23 + 28) | Lingerie/Formal Wear + Face Fucking + Pet Play [POSTED 10.23]
Day 13. Sero (22) | Edging/Orgasm Denial [POSTED 10.25]
Day 14. Akaashi (24) | Mutual Masturbation [POSTED 10.27]
Day 15. Kuroo (26) | Wax Play [POSTED 10.29]
Day 16. Dabi (30 + 19) | Fear Play + Spanking [WIP 10.31]
Taglist (OPEN): @shinsotired, @kodzu-ken, @thisisthehardestthing, @definitelythotful, @firebonbon, @lowkeysadbtsfan, @arixtsukki, @kontj, @kasandrafaye, @sarcastickaigan, @arianna20
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Satiate
silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest
incubus!Jisung x human!reader ft. itzy yeji and ab6ix daehwi - smut again, a little bit of comedy and fluff, jisung tries his hardest to be soft but it’s a struggle bc he wants to corrupt y/n lol I’m a slut for corruption kink
Word Count: 11.2k+ words (I’M SO SORRY)
Summary - y/n needs to lose her virginity before her date with Sex God Seonghwa, and what better way than to enlist the help of a soft dom sex demon? Except the soft dom was fully booked, so she got a hard dom sex demon instead. But it’ll be totally fine. Right?
Warnings: discussion of virginity, explicit sex, unprotected sex, harddom/softdom!jisung x subvirgin!y/n, explicit dirty talk, soft and rough sex lol, corruption kink, marking, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), facefucking, guided blowjob, cum swallowing, gagging, hair pulling, teasing, brief nipple play, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, crying during sex, virgin sex, it hurts her a lot at the start, asphyxiation, degradation and praise lol, overstimulation, aftercare, I think that’s it but please let me know if you notice I missed something!
a/n: and here is the fifth instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I really hope you guys enjoy this, and thank you to my sexy best friend for proofreading this filthy monster of a fic lmao, you’re the best! please be sure to check out the previous parts and keep an eye out for the next parts too! x
taglist: @kodzu-ken @cloudsgathering @silverlightprincess
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‘Did I just hear what I think I heard?’ Daehwi says from Yeji’s bedroom door, mouth wide open in shock, and I shoot Yeji a dirty look for talking so loud. We’re sat on her bed opposite each other, both of us with legs crossed and a half empty pizza box beside us. ‘What did you think you heard?’ she asks him, obviously not wanting to admit anything she doesn’t have to. ‘You saying that y/n is a… virgin,’ he says, whispering the last word, and Yeji winces as I let out a loud huff, dropping my head into my hands. ‘Please, Daehwi, kindly never ever mention that again. To me or to anybody else,’ I wail embarrassedly, voice muffled by my hands, and Daehwi lets out a little laugh, stepping in and shutting the door behind him.
‘Why did I not know this?’ he asks, throwing himself down on the bed between Yeji and I, sprawled out on her covers, and I lift my head from my hands. ‘Why would you? It’s not like I’d mention it to my best friend’s boyfriend.’ ‘I would’ve thought Yeji would’ve told me,’ he says pointedly, Yeji rolling her eyes. ‘I’m not gonna spill my best friend’s secrets to you. It’s none of your business anyway.’ ‘Well, no, but I could’ve helped,’ he says, my eyes widening as Yeji chokes on thin air. ‘Not personally, obviously! I could’ve set you up with someone. Loads of my friends think you’re hot,’ Daehwi says, Yeji and I exchanging a glance.
‘What?’ ‘I’ve told you this before. Well… I thought I did. But, yeah, they mention y/n a lot. They’ve all got little crushes on you – who wouldn’t? You are pretty hot, y/n. From an objective point of view, obviously,’ he adds as a panicked afterthought, the scowl on Yeji’s face softening as she rolls her eyes. ‘I’m not looking to… lose my virginity, though. I’m quite happy being a virgin,’ I say, Yeji and Daehwi both raising their eyebrows at me, and I let out an annoyed huff. ‘Okay, maybe I’m panicking about it!’ I exclaim, Daehwi laughing as Yeji pats my leg comfortingly.
‘Why are you panicking?’ ‘You know that guy in your Wednesday morning seminar, Seonghwa? Well, she’s been crushing on him for a while, and he asked her to go to Jackson’s Halloween party with him! But she’s worried he’s gonna want sex, because she feels like she’s gonna fuck it all up and it’s gonna really hurt because she’s really inexperienced and doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing and-’ ‘Okay, Yeji, god, don’t sugar-coat it!’ ‘Sorry, sorry. So yeah, she’s panicking,’ Yeji explains, Daehwi nodding as he listens. ‘So… just don’t have sex with him if you’re not comfortable with it. You don’t owe it to him,’ Daehwi says, and I sigh. ‘But I want to have sex with him. God, I really wanna have sex with him. He’s so goddamn hot,’ I say dreamily, Daehwi raising an eyebrow. ‘He’s not that hot.’ ‘He is,’ Yeji says, ignoring the hurt look Daehwi throws her way.
‘So lose your virginity to him,’ Daehwi says, Yeji and I looking at him in disbelief. ‘You think Seonghwa The Sex God is gonna go easy on her? No, he won’t. And she needs someone to go easy on her the first time, so she can get used to it a little,’ Yeji says, Daehwi nodding. ‘So… you need someone to take your virginity and teach you about sex before Jackson’s Halloween party?’ Daehwi asks, Yeji and I nodding. We’re all silent for a moment, a thoughtful look on Daehwi’s face, and then he sighs.
‘Okay, this probably isn’t a good idea, but I’m gonna suggest it to you anyway,’ he says reluctantly, and I exchange a look with Yeji. ‘Have you heard of incubuses before?’ he asks, and I frown in confusion. ‘Um, yeah. They’re demons, right?’ ‘Yeah. Sex demons.’ ‘Oh. Sex demons,’ I repeat in surprise, and he nods, looking like he’s holding back a laugh. ‘Yeah. I know one. He’s a really nice guy actually – people usually summon him for their first time, or if they’ve just broken up with someone and they need to feel loved. He’s super soft and sweet. Well, that’s what I’ve heard,’ he adds at Yeji’s suspicious look, and I hold back a laugh.
‘So you’re telling me you can set me up with a soft and sweet sex demon to take my virginity?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘But… I wouldn’t advise it. It should be your last resort. You can get addicted to incubus sex, and that’s never good.’ ‘I’m sure Seonghwa would be able to satiate her cravings,’ Yeji says with a wink, both of us dissolving into giggles as Daehwi looks between us unamusedly. ‘I’m being serious.’ ‘But it sounds like a good idea, Daehwi. What does he look like?’ I ask, and Daehwi hesitates before sighing, getting his phone out of his pocket. When he holds the screen up to me a few moments later, my mouth falls open.
‘Oh, my God. He… is fucking gorgeous,’ I murmur, butterflies in my stomach at just seeing his face on a screen. It’s a group picture but Daehwi’s zoomed in on him, stood in the middle of the group of boys. He looks quite tall, very well-proportioned with long limbs, a small waist and thick thighs. His hair is long and blond, and he has half of it pulled back into a ponytail in this picture, a few strands framing his perfect face. His eyes are dark and sparkly, his lips are plump and pink, his bone structure is strong and defined, and his skin is smooth and tanned. ‘Oh. Wow,’ Yeji says when she sees the picture, Daehwi huffing in annoyance. ‘Sorry, but he is hot. Hotter than Sex God Seonghwa.’
‘What’s his name?’ I ask, unable to keep my eyes off him. ‘He goes by Hyunjin. That’s his human name, anyway. I could text him to ask if he’d help y-’ ‘Yes. Text him. Please.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Hundred percent.’ Yeji and I watch as Daehwi sends Hyunjin a text (didn’t know demons had phones), asking for a favour, and then the three of us wait eagerly for a reply, half-focusing on the film playing on Yeji’s tv. ‘He’s typing!’ Daehwi exclaims, Yeji squealing as we stare at the screen, waiting for his reply to pop up.
Daehwi: hey bro, how you been? looking forward to seeing you at Jackson’s. wondering if you could do me a favour?
Hyunjin: hey bro! I’m good, looking forward to it too. anything bro, what you need?
Daehwi: my girlfriend’s friend has a date to the party, and she wants to lose her virginity before the date. I know you… deal with stuff like that a lot, so we were wondering if you could help her out?
Daehwi: she’s hot
‘Daehwi, you idiot! Why would you put that? Now we look desperate!’ Yeji exclaims as I hit my head with my hand. ‘Sorry. But Hyunjin has a weakness for a pretty face! There’s no way he’ll say no,’ Daehwi says, Yeji and I exchanging an exasperated glance as his phone pings with a new text.
Hyunjin: bro if you’d texted me like an hour ago, I could’ve helped 😭 my schedule is literally packed bc it’s so close to halloween, I literally can’t fit anyone else in
Hyunjin: how hot is she tho 👀
‘Send him that sexy picture I took of her on that night out. The one where she’s smiling and she looks all glowy and she’s got her tits out,’ Yeji says, Daehwi letting out a little noise of disgust as he opens my Instagram. ‘Do her tits disgust you, Daehwi?’ Yeji demands angrily, making me burst into laughter. ‘Her… tits make me feel nothing. Let’s hope they make Hyunjin feel something, so he moves his schedule around,’ Daehwi says as he sends the picture, successfully deflecting Yeji’s accusation.
Hyunjin: bro you’re killing me here, she’s so hot 😭
Hyunjin: I wish I could move my schedule around but I just can’t. apparently people like fucking soft doms at halloween
Hyunjin: I’ve got a friend who might be able to fit her in tho
‘He’s a soft dom? Oh, my God, he would’ve been perfect,’ Yeji says miserably, and I can’t help but feel miserable myself. This gorgeous specimen actually finds me hot but is too busy to have sex with me. How is this fair? ‘Ask about his friend,’ I say reluctantly, and Daehwi begins typing out a message.
Daehwi: what’s your friend like?
Hyunjin: he’s apparently really good but he’s not um as soft as I am
Hyunjin: he’s kinda a hard dom
Hyunjin: but he’s been wanting to uh expand his skill set for a while
Hyunjin: I can’t believe I’m giving up this opportunity but this might be good for him
‘What’d you say, y/n?’ Daehwi asks, and I feel a little reluctant. I’m supposed to have someone go easy on me for my first time and instead I’m gonna have a hard dom sex demon who’s trying to ‘expand his skill set’. I’m not sure this is a good idea, but showing up to that party with Seonghwa as a completely untouched virgin is a worse idea. ‘Fuck it. Tell him I’ll do it.’
Daehwi: she said she’ll do it
Hyunjin: great! jisung will be happy
Hyunjin: what’s her name?
Daehwi: y/n y/l/n. she lives in the same accommodation block as me
Hyunjin: great, I’ve just spoken to him and he said he’ll be there tonight
‘Tonight?’ Yeji and I chorus in a loud shriek, Daehwi covering his ears with a wince. ‘Girl, let’s get you back to your apartment now. Shower and shave and put on something sexy,’ Yeji says excitedly, jumping out of the bed and pulling me towards the door. ‘Yeji, wai- Thank you, Daehwi!’ I shout over my shoulder as she drags me out of the room. ‘No problem, y/n,’ I hear him call back, ‘have fun with Jisung!’
‘Wow. My first virgin and she’s fast asleep,’ a dry voice cuts into my slumber, and I peel my eyes open, blinking in the low light of my lamp. ‘Oh, maybe she’s not,’ the voice says again amusedly as I push myself up into a sitting position, the bedsheets still covering my half-naked body, and rub at my eyes to wake myself up. When I reopen them, they focus on a boy stood at the foot of my bed. ‘Wakey wakey, sweetheart,’ he murmurs, a smirk on his handsome face. ‘You’re Jisung, right?’ I ask, words a little slurred with drowsiness, and he lets out a gentle chuckle, sitting at the foot of my bed. ‘The one and only, baby,’ he replies with a grin, and I don’t reply, taking a moment to look him over.
He’s a little on the short side, but I’ve never really cared for height all that much, and his body is very much in proportion, his small waist giving him a nice figure. His hair is blond – dyed, I’m guessing. It doesn’t really look like it’d be natural with his honey complexion – and his eyes are dark brown. He’s very… very handsome, in his tight black jeans and plain white t-shirt, simple silver jewellery adorning his neck, ears, wrists and fingers.
‘Are you just gonna sit there staring at me, or are you gonna talk?’ he asks, pink lips quirking up into an amused smirk. ‘Sorry. I’m still a little… sleepy,’ I mumble, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. ‘I can tell. I’m sure Hyunjin told your friend that I was coming tonight.’ ‘He did. But I thought tonight would mean at, like, 11, 12, maybe 1. Not… 3.57 in the morning,’ I say pointedly as I read the time from my phone screen, raising an eyebrow at him, and he lets out a gentle laugh. ‘Sorry, sweetheart, but I’m a busy guy. I just about squeezed you into my schedule.’
‘Because you want to expand your skill set?’ I ask dryly, and he laughs quite loud at that. ‘Is that what Hyunjin told your friend? Fucking liar. I’m a hard dom, sweetheart, and quite happy being one – I’ll leave the heartbroken and the virgins to Hyunjin. I only accepted this because I owe him one, and because you… well, you’re hot,’ he says bluntly, and I feel myself starting to panic. ‘But… I’ve never had sex before. I need someone to be gentle and careful. I can’t h-’ ‘Woah, woah, baby, relax. I’m not gonna, like, tie you up and punish you and stuff. I’m not evil. But I might not be able to do all the nice stuff that Hyunjin does, like the soft kisses and the compliments and shit,’ he says, and I let out a frustrated huff.
‘So I’m about to lose my virginity to a ‘hard-dom’ demon who won’t give me any kisses or compliments or any of the stuff that makes your first time actually enjoyable? Great!’ I exclaim as my eyes fill with tears, voice shaky, and his face drops with panic. ‘Don’t cry, sweetheart, don’t cry!’ he says, moving up the bed to wipe the tears from my face, ‘I’ll try my best, I promise, but that stuff doesn’t come naturally to me. You might have to just remind me to go a little slower on you, or be a little gentler.’ I nod, wiping away my tears embarrassedly, letting out a little laugh.
‘God, this is so humiliating. We’re supposed to be having sex, and instead I’m crying to you,’ I say miserably, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. ‘Don’t worry about it, baby. I have girls crying all the time. Usually it’s when I’m fucking them, but it’s still tears. Crying, I can deal with,’ he says gently, making me laugh. ‘We don’t have to have sex straight away. You’ve got me for a few hours, sweetheart, so we can slowly work up to it. This is new for both of us, remember? So it’s best we don’t rush straight into it. Don’t panic,’ he murmurs, brushing my hair back from my face with a soft hand, and I nod, feeling a little better. At least he’s nice.
‘Why’d you wanna lose your virginity, sweetheart?’ ‘Did Hyunjin not tell you?’ ‘He showed me the picture of you, said you were a virgin and asked me to do him a solid. I didn’t ask for the backstory.’ ‘I’ve got a date with this guy, Seonghwa, in a few days. He’s taking me to our friend’s Halloween party – apparently Hyunjin’s going too – and he’s like this absolutely gorgeous Sex God. I want to have sex with him, but I doubt he’ll want to fuck an inexperienced virgin,’ I explain, Jisung listening intently, nodding in all the right places. ‘Ah, right. So you need to know at least a little about what to expect with Sex God Seonghwa?’ ‘Yep, and I literally don’t know the first thing about sex.’
‘Not a single thing?’ he asks, and I shake my head sheepishly. ‘Someone as hot as you has never had any… sexual encounters?’ ‘Nope. By choice, because I’ve never met a man that’s interested in me that isn’t trash, but still.’ ‘No boyfriends or girlfriends, nothing?’ ‘None.’ ‘Have you at least kissed someone before?’ he asks, sounding a little surprised, and I shake my head. ‘Never.’ ‘Have you masturbated?’ he asks bluntly, the question making me a little flustered. ‘I tried a couple times, but I never made myself… cum,’ I tell him shyly, the last word coming out quieter, and his eyes widen. ‘A couple times? Seriously? You’re, like… totally pure. Fuck, I don’t know if this is a good idea,’ he says slowly, making me panic again. ‘Hyunjin would’ve been perfect for this. I can’t take your first kiss, let alone have sex with you for the first time. Maybe I should ask Hyunjin to swap his schedule with me, he should be the one to do this,’ he says, as though he’s thinking out loud, and he pulls his phone out of his pocket.
Something makes me stop him, my hand reaching out to cover his phone without a second thought, and he looks up at me in surprise. ‘I… I want it to be you, though. This… might be a learning curve for you. Might be good for you to try something new,’ I say hesitantly, and Jisung raises an eyebrow. ‘You’re so innocent, sweetheart. The fact that you think that makes it even more obvious that it shouldn’t be me. You’re the perfect girl, y/n, and I’m not the perfect guy. Hyunjin is,’ he says, an echo of… sadness in his voice, and my heart goes out to him. ‘I don’t want the perfect guy, though. I know we only just met, like two minutes ago, but I want it to be you,’ I say quietly, and he just stares at me for a moment, in deep thought, before he sighs.
‘This isn’t a good idea,’ he murmurs gently, hand coming up to my face. ‘Losing my virginity to a sex demon of any kind isn’t a good idea, but I’m still doing it,’ I reply gently as he caresses my face tenderly, fingers splayed on my cheek and thumb resting on my bottom lip, and he lets out a little laugh. ‘Okay. If this is what you want, who am I to deny you? Just… remember to tell me if you need me to stop,’ he murmurs, hand still on my face, and I nod at him, trying to calm my nerves.
‘You’re… so fucking pretty. I’d love to fucking ruin you, sweetheart. Turn you from a pure innocent angel into a desperate little cockslut. Tease you and edge you and play with you for hours until you’re begging and crying for my cock, and then, only then, would I absolutely fucking ruin you. Make you cum so many times you can’t see straight, make you forget everything in the world other than my name,’ he says in a low voice, brown eyes becoming tinged with a red glow and hand tightening slightly on my face as he speaks, and I can feel my underwear dampening more and more with each word. I gulp loudly, trying to hide my arousal, but the sound knocks him out of his reverie, his eyes focused on mine.
‘You like the sound of that, huh, baby?’ he asks with a small smirk, and I can’t even bring myself to speak, just giving a quick embarrassed nod. ‘I can tell. I can smell you, how wet you are, how much you want me. Fuck, you’re so fucking innocent, sweetheart. A little bit of dirty talk, and you’ve melted in my hands. If I wasn’t so nice, I’d rip off your clothes, cover you in marks, make you squirm under me, have you screaming and crying and begging for me to let you cum, do anything and everything I wanted to do to you, baby, right this second. But I’m nice, so I won’t, because I’d probably make you pass out if I did. So we’ll start easy, and maybe, if you enjoy tonight… we can save that stuff for round 2, or maybe even round 3. Might be a little too intense for round 2,’ he says gently, and all I can do is nod, too embarrassed about the fact that the filth he’s just spoken about has turned me on so much.
‘Can I take the covers off you, angel? Wanna see you,’ he murmurs gently, and I hesitate. No boy has ever seen me in my underwear, and he must have seen so many naked women before, women that are much more beautiful than me. ‘Oh, no, sweetheart, don’t you dare start thinking things like that. You are fucking gorgeous. You think I’d be here if you weren’t?’ he asks, almost angrily, and my eyes widen with surprise. ‘I can… sense what you’re thinking. Not quite a mind reader, but your scent changes with your thoughts and emotions. So I know that you’re doubting yourself right now, when you shouldn’t. You’re so beautiful, angel,’ he says softly, and I feel a little better after his encouragement, nodding my permission.
The grin that transforms his face is so sexy – dark, and almost evil, but so sexy – and I focus on his handsome face when he takes the covers into his hands, slowly pulling them off me. ‘Sweetheart, you’re in a dressing gown,’ he says amusedly, and I look down at myself, realising that, yes, I am. ‘Oh. I forgot about that,’ I say sheepishly, hands moving to undo the satin cord that I have tied in a bow, but he moves my hands away. ‘Wait. Let me kiss you first,’ he whispers, eyes locked with mine, and he stills, waiting for my permission first. I take a deep breath before nodding, and a small smile lifts his lips up at the corners, his hands coming to rest on either side of my face. My eyes flutter shut when his face comes closer to mine, and it feels like a lifetime before his soft lips brush against mine briefly. My first kiss.
He pulls away, as though to check I’m okay with it, but I lean forward, following his lips, and he lets out a gentle chuckle when our mouths meet again. It’s a foreign feeling – that’s all I can think the first few seconds – and it doesn’t exactly feel amazing. It’s intimate, and comforting, I guess, but not as brilliant as the books and films make it out to be. And then he parts my lips with his, tongue slipping into my mouth, and the world melts away. Pleasure explodes inside me, my body lit aflame with hot desire, and it’s magic, absolute magic. The caress of his lips against mine is so soft, and the warmth from his mouth spreads through me, making me melt into him as my arms come around his shoulders.
The kiss quickly becomes more firm, passionate and hungry, and I just try to follow his lead, feeling my breathing quicken when his hands slide down my body and snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him as our mouths move in sync. His essence floods my senses, and all I can think is that he tastes, smells, feels like night. Crisp and comforting, dark and soft, with the calm of the moon and the beauty of the stars. I’m filled with lust, wanting to feel everything from him if he’s this good at kissing.
He eventually breaks away, leaving me breathless, and when I reopen my eyes, he’s grinning at me. ‘For a girl who’s never kissed someone before, you’re damn good at it,’ he observes, and I must admit, the praise gives me a confidence boost. At least that’s one less thing to worry about with Seonghwa. ‘I’m gonna take your dressing gown off now, okay?’ he says, hands still around my waist, and I nod, keeping my eyes on his as he pulls open the bow. My dressing gown falls open slightly and he slowly slips his hands under the satin, hands landing on my stomach, the contact sending a shiver down my spine.
His hands slide up my torso, quickly passing my boobs and making their way over my shoulders, taking the dressing gown with them, and the satin falls off me, pooling at my elbows which are bent around his shoulders. His breath catches in his throat as his eyes trawl over my exposed body, adorned in the black lace lingerie that Yeji made me buy a few weeks ago. ‘Fuck, wow, you’re so pretty,’ he breathes out, hands trailing down to my waist, ‘Sex God Seonghwa’s a lucky guy.’
He leans in again, my eyes fluttering shut when his lips press against mine, harsher and rougher this time. His hands slide around my back, pulling me down against the bed so he can hover over me as his tongue glides over mine, making me feel numb. He holds himself up with one forearm pressing into the bed beside me, hand curled up into a fist, whilst the other hand roams up and down the side of my body, the satin of my dressing gown gliding across my skin with each movement he makes. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, so hard that I feel him drawing blood, and my mind turns to mush as he laves his tongue over where blood blooms from the sensitive skin, making me let out a gentle whimper against his lips.
‘Fuck, you’re so cute,’ he says against my lips, voice laced with amusement as he rolls us over so that I lay atop him, my body fitting into his like puzzle pieces. His hands slide down my back, squeezing my ass and making me let out a little gasp into his mouth. ‘You sound so pretty, baby,’ he says as he breaks away from me, lips landing on my jaw and slowly trailing down my neck. He sucks and bites at my skin as he travels down my body, leaving faint marks in his wake. I let out shaky whimpers and whines as he kisses and bites my skin, fingers tangled into his soft blond locks.
His mouth trails past my chest and down my tummy, and my stomach clenches with nerves when he reaches the waistband of my pants, the boy stilling and looking up at me with his big eyes. ‘Are you nervous, angel?’ he asks softly, and I hesitate before nodding, feeling like an idiot, and his lips quirk up into a small smile. He lifts himself up into a sitting position and pulls my legs into his lap, running his hands up and down them soothingly. ‘Stop feeling embarrassed about being nervous. It’s normal – you’re not weird. Just relax,’ he says gently, and I nod, trying to take his words on board. It’s normal. It’s totally normal.
He removes my legs from his lap and moves up the bed, sitting beside me with his back against the headboard. ‘Come sit here, sweetheart,’ he says, patting the space between his legs, and I move myself into the space, my hands resting on his thighs as he snakes his arms around me, pulling my back against his front. I feel his lips land on my neck, making me tilt my head to allow him better access, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his kisses, and his hands slide down my stomach and under my legs. He pulls my legs up to bend at the knee before slipping his hands between my thighs, parting them. ‘You know the colour system?’ he asks, and I hesitate before replying, ‘yeah. Green to say I’m good, yellow to say I need a break, and red to say I need to stop.’ ‘Good girl,’ he replies, rewarding me with a gentle kiss on my cheek.
‘I’m gonna finger you, baby, loosen you up and prep you for my cock. Is that okay?’ he murmurs against my ear, arousal flooding my underwear as I nod. ‘Words, sweetheart. I wanna hear that you’re okay with it,’ he prompts, and I breathe out, ‘yes. It’s okay.’ His hand slips down between my legs, fingertips gliding across my saturated underwear, making me shiver in his arms. ‘Oh, angel, you’re so wet,’ he whispers in wonder, my breaths already becoming shaky with his finger gently running up and down my pants. He doesn’t waste much time before sliding his hand beneath my underwear, his teasing promptly finishing with his fingers gliding across my wet folds. He quickly finds my clit, finger pressing against the bud, and I let out a high whimper, head falling back against him.
He lets out a gentle chuckle, warm breath fanning across my exposed neck as he rubs at my clit in slow circles, exhilaration filling me. He quickly becomes bored, moving his hand out of my pants and opting to pull them aside instead, exposing my glistening wet pussy to the cool air of the room, a shudder running through me. He slides a finger in slowly, my body reacting to the unfamiliar intrusion by clenching my walls around him, and he doesn’t move at all for a few moments, letting me getting used to the unusual feeling.
‘Fuck, you’re so tight. Gonna break my finger. Shit, can’t wait to stretch out this tight little virgin cunt,’ he whispers against my ear, cutting my whine short when he starts to slowly slide his finger in and out of me. The feeling soon starts to become pleasurable rather than weird, my walls not clenching as hard so as to let his finger in, and he takes advantage of it, sliding in another finger with the first. ‘Jisung!’ I moan out desperately, eyes falling shut at the feeling of him rocking two thick fingers into me, arousal gushing out onto his skin.
He curls his fingers inside me, the intense pleasure making me clamp my thighs shut around his hand as I whine, and he chuckles, pushing them apart. He hooks one leg with his own, keeping it restrained from meeting the other, which he holds with a strong hand, cold rings digging into my skin. ‘So sensitive, sweetheart,’ he says amusedly, curling his fingers again and hitting the spot inside me that makes me whine his name pathetically. And then he begins to rub his palm against my clit with each movement of his hand, making me lose my mind, my mouth falling open as my head presses into his shoulder, back arching away from him.
I squirm between his legs, but he holds me in place, fingers continuing to thrust into me at a gradually quickening pace, whine after whimper slipping out from my lips as Jisung whispers filth into my ear. ‘Look at you, baby, grinding down on my hand. Feels good, huh?’ he asks in a cocky tone and, sure enough, when I force myself to open my eyes, I see that I’m grinding against his fingers unconsciously, each movement of my hips resulting in his hand brushing my clit and sending a gentle wave of pleasure through me. ‘So good, Jisung, so good. Want more,’ I whine, and he chuckles, pressing his lips to my neck and sucking the skin into his mouth, making my eyes flutter shut once again.
‘You want more? Don’t tempt me, angel, because I could give you a lot more right now. We’re taking it slow, remember?’ he whispers against my skin, but the words barely go in, my focus on unfamiliar feeling of my stomach tightening. ‘Jisung, I feel weird,’ I say, feeling nervous, and he lets out a gentle laugh against my neck. ‘You’re getting close to your orgasm, sweetheart,’ he tells me amusedly, the revelation making my eyes widen. I’ve never heard of a girl having an orgasm her first time. ‘Baby, you really thought I was gonna leave without making you cum a couple times? I’m not like those pathetic little human boys. I know how to make a girl feel good, angel, so good she’ll only ever want me. We’ll see how Sex God Seonghwa compares, huh?’ he laughs arrogantly, fingers beginning to pump in and out of me furiously fast, obscene squelching filling my ears along with my own high-pitched whimpers and moans.
‘I’m gonna…’ I breathe out between moans, clenching around his finger sporadically as my body twitches against his, and I can feel him grinning against my skin. ‘That’s a good girl, cum over my fingers for me, angel. It’s gonna feel so good, baby, just let go. Cum for me, y/n,’ he murmurs softly, voice just about discernible over my loud moaning, and when he begins rubbing at my clit with his free hand as he curls his fingers inside me, I feel the knot in my stomach undo itself.
I cry out his name as my vision blurs, walls clenching around his fingers and holding them in place with an iron-like grip. He works me through my orgasm with quick circles at my clit, lips sucking and biting at my skin, providing me with a gentle bliss in comparison to the intense pleasure burning low in my stomach. When I feel myself coming back down from my high, I let out a gentle sigh, body relaxing back into his, and he slowly pulls his hand from inside me. I crane my neck to watch as he lifts his hand to his mouth, slipping the fingers that were inside me into his mouth, eyes closing as he lets out a low groan. ‘You taste so sweet, even sweeter than you smell,’ he says once he’s pulled his fingers out of his mouth, sliding his arms around my body and pressing his lips to mine in a brief kiss.
‘How did I do?’ I ask, voice coming out a little quieter and hoarser than I expected, and he lets out a gentle laugh. ‘So well, angel. You took it so well. Like a pro,’ he says in a tender voice, holding me close in his arms, and I find it hard to believe this guy is a hard dom. He’s a total softie. ‘You did well too,’ I say to try and deflect from how I’m preening at the praise, and he laughs as though I’ve surprised it out of him.
‘No, don’t laugh! I’m being serious! You were super soft and gentle and nice to me,’ I tell him, and he nods, lips curled up with amusement. ‘It took a lot of self-restraint, believe me. If you weren’t so… fragile, and delicate, I’d have shoved my cock in you before you’d even finished cumming,’ he says, gentle tone a total contrast to the words that come out of his mouth, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure? You seem… relaxed. Not worked up at all,’ I say honestly, trying not to let on that I feel a little embarrassed about how calm he is (aren’t boys supposed to get all riled up and desperate the second they see your bra?), and he raises an eyebrow in return.
Without warning, he grinds against my back, and I feel something hard poke against me, making my eyes widen. ‘Does that feel like I’m relaxed, baby? Does that feel like I’m not worked up?’ he whispers, eyes flickering red, and I’m rendered speechless for a moment. He must have been so uncomfortable, pleasuring me whilst he was that hard in those tight jeans. ‘Let me help you,’ I breathe out, and his lips quirk up. ‘Help me?’ ‘Mmhmm. Tell me… tell me what to do. Wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel,’ I say softly, and he grins at me. ‘You’re so sweet, angel. I feel bad doing this with you. Feel like I’m… corrupting you. Tainting your pure soul,’ he murmurs, eyes flitting from my eyes to my lips and back up to my eyes, mouth curled at the corners as though he doesn’t feel as bad about it as he claims to. ‘Maybe I want you to… corrupt me, and taint me,’ I whisper, and his grin grows even wider, eyes flashing red and making my stomach turn. ‘Well, I suppose… your wish is my command, baby.’
I turn over and sit on my knees, eyes wandering down to between his legs, and the massive bulge in his jeans makes my heart stop for a moment, Jisung smirking at my reaction, leaning back against the headboard with his arms behind his head, as though he owns the place. I realise then that he’s expecting a blowjob that’s at least half decent, and I don’t know the first thing about giving a blowjob except for the fact that it goes into my mouth and I suck on it (I think?). ‘Want me to talk you through it, sweetheart?’ he asks, voice soft, and I know he can sense my uncertainty. He lets out a gentle chuckle when I nod, trying to hide my embarrassment.
‘Unzip my jeans, angel,’ he prompts, and I shuffle forward, slowly reaching for the zip on his jeans, and pulling it down carefully. He lifts his hips up from the bed, and I get the message, slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down along with his boxers, leaving them bunched at the tops of his thighs. My eyes widen when I see his cock, the long, thick length springing up against his clothed t-shirt, the tip red and swollen with small beads of precum leaking from it. I can feel his eyes on me, watching my reaction with thinly veiled amusement, and I try to hide my… surprise.
Every cock I’ve ever seen before has always been kinda ugly – all those unsolicited dick pics taken in shitty lighting with feet in the background always made me feel a little sick – but Jisung’s is… a little different. My mouth actually waters looking at it – it’s the most aesthetically pleasing dick I’ve ever seen. ‘Take it into your hand, sweetheart, and spread my precum over the tip so it’s not totally dry. Or the friction will hurt,’ he instructs in a gentle tone, as though he’s telling me the steps of a recipe or reading from the manual of an Ikea wardrobe.
I do as he says, taking his cock into my hands and using my thumb to spread around the precum, feeling a little bit of pride when his breath catches in his throat, his body tensing very slightly. ‘That’s it, that’s a good girl. Okay, now put the tip in your mouth, just swirl your tongue around it a little and suck on it,’ he says, and I nod, taking a deep breath before lowering my head to his cock. Yeji gave me some advice before leaving earlier, and so I do as she told me, pressing a kiss to the tip, and he lets out a shaky laugh, followed by, ‘you’re so fucking cute, baby.’
I take the swollen head of his cock into my mouth, his salty precum gliding across my taste buds as I slowly swirl my tongue around him like he’s a lollipop, before gently sucking. ‘Yeah, that’s it, angel, good job. Fuck, that feels nice,’ he murmurs, hands coming to tangle into my hair, pulling it back from my face. I carry on doing what I’m doing for a little while, his little sighs and shaky breaths making me feel like I must be doing it right, and then I look up at him for guidance on what to do next.
‘Lick underneath from the base to the tip – feels good on the vein,’ he says, sounding slightly breathless, and I’m surprised he’s so worked up from having a virgin suck on his cock for a few seconds. I do as he says, placing my tongue at the base of his dick and dragging it along the vein on the underside of his cock, and when I reach the tip, I kitten lick the slit where he’s leaking with precum. ‘Ah, shit, you’re good at this, baby. Sure you haven’t done it before?’ he asks, voice twisting into a groan when I sink my mouth onto him, sucking on the tip briefly before taking him back out with a pop.
‘My friend gave me some tips,’ I say, deciding not to tell him about how she demonstrated with a banana, and made me copy her. Yeah, it’d probably ruin the moment. ‘Good tips. You don’t even need me to talk you through it.’ ‘No, no, I do need you to!’ I say hastily, not wanting to be in the deep end without any arm bands, and he lets out a gentle laugh. ‘Okay, okay. You gotta take me as far into your mouth as you can, angel, okay? Just wanna see how much you can take,’ he says gently, and I nod, readying myself as I duck my head. I take his tip into my mouth and slowly sink further down onto his length, until he hits the back of my throat. He’s so big, too big, and I feel like I’m suffocating, a gag forcing its way up my throat.
‘That’s not all you can take, is it, y/n? Come on, baby, surely you can do better than that?’ he teases as I try to stop myself from gagging again, and I realise that there’s still a few inches of him I haven’t managed to take in. ‘Take me out, sweetheart,’ he says, and relief floods through me, making me pull my mouth off him instantly, holding him with my fingertips as I gulp down air. ‘That’s it, take a nice, deep breath. Good girl. This time, breathe through your nose,’ he tells me, and I nod, preparing myself to take him into my mouth again.
I wrap my lips around his length and slide my mouth down onto him, desperately holding back a gag when he hits the back of my throat again. ‘Okay, good girl. Now swallow – it’ll let you take me further,’ he instructs, and I inhale deeply through my nose before swallowing, his tip inching down my throat. ‘Good job, baby, well done. You gonna suck for me, now?’ he asks, and I nod, sucking on his length and bobbing my head up and down like Yeji taught me, tugging on what I can’t fit into my mouth in my hands gently. ‘That’s it, angel – fuck, just like that,’ he urges, and I try my hardest to maintain eye contact with him, looking up through teary lashes.
I continue at a steady pace, gradually taking more of him in as my throat gets used to the intrusion, and I feel myself thinking that this isn’t… the most pleasant experience. I mean, I’m not getting much air, he’s tugging on my hair quite hard, his cock is so thick that my jaw is already starting to ache, and I feel a bit dirty with the way saliva drips down my chin. But his reactions make it all worth it. He lets out soft grunts and groans, the blood vessels in his neck protruding with the strain of holding himself back – I assume – and his head is thrown back against the headboard.
‘Ah, shit, you’re so good, baby. Feels so good,’ he groans, and I can feel that he’s slowly losing his resolve – his hips twitch every now and then, forcing him even further into my mouth, and his grip on my hair becomes harsher and harsher, his moaning becoming more and more frequent. I’m trying my best to keep up with him, keep him satisfied, but it’s clear he wants more. It’s only a matter of time before he takes control.
He grips onto the roots of my hair, hard, and he begins to thrust into my mouth. My eyes begin to water as he lets out curses and moans, hips bucking up frantically, and I try my hardest to throat him and hold back gags. He suddenly pulls out, and I take the moment to gasp for air, feeling him grinning at me. ‘That’s it, angel, breathe. Gonna fuck this pretty little mouth,’ he says, barely giving me a chance to do as he says before he pulls me back down onto his cock, the tip sliding against my tongue and hitting the back of my mouth harshly, a loud gag forcing its way up my throat as I look up at him, his eyebrow raised.
‘Come on, baby, you can take more than that. Can’t you?’ he asks amusedly, and I want nothing more than to please him, to impress him, and I try to hum out a response, the vibrations making him buck further into my throat with a low groan. ‘One tap on my thigh for yellow, two taps for green. Practice,’ he instructs, and I rush to do so, tapping once, and then tapping twice, before looking up at him for praise. ‘Good girl. Well done,’ he murmurs, pride swelling within me, and he takes the moment of me being distracted to start the onslaught on my mouth.
Using the hands tangled in my hair, he pushes my head down onto him, all the way so my nose hits his skin, and I choke around him as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, treating me like I’m just a hole for his pleasure. Maybe he’s not such a softie. ‘So good for me, baby, letting me fuck your mouth like this. Love hearing you choke on my cock,’ he groans, tears streaming down my face as I throat his entire length, nose hitting the soft skin of his groin with each of his thrusts, loud gags and chokes making their way out of my mouth every time he hits the back of my throat.
‘So pretty with my cock in your throat,’ he grunts, dick beginning to twitch in my mouth which, according to Yeji, means that he’s getting close, and I moan around him at his words, the vibrations making him moan out too, the sound heavenly. ‘Doing so well, sweetheart, taking me like such a good girl. You like choking on my cock, huh?’ he asks, and I realise that, yes, I do like it. It’s painful and I’m desperate for a deep breath, but listening to him moan makes me wanna suck his cock for hours on end. ‘Love it,’ I mumble around his cock, the words just about discernible, and he chuckles. ‘Gonna turn you into my little cock-hungry slut, always desperate to suck me. Is that what you want, angel? Wanna be my little cockslut?’ he asks, and I mindlessly moan at his words, arousal dripping out from me as I feel my head getting light with a lack of oxygen.
‘Shit, I’m close. Gonna let me cum in your mouth, sweetheart?’ he asks, and I hum out permission, his pace increasing again, and my neck hurts from the way he bobs my head up and down on him, my jaw also aching from the girth of his cock. His thrusts are becoming messy, hips jerking erratically as his cock twitches in my mouth, and I suddenly remember a piece of Yeji’s advice. I lift my hand from where it rests on the bed and reach for his balls, rolling them in my palm, playing with them to bring him to his edge. ‘Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna-’ he groans, words cut off with a loud moan as he pushes my head down onto his cock and cums, his hot and thick release hitting the back of my throat. He thrusts shallowly through his orgasm, my hand still playing with his balls, and it’s like he has an endless amount of cum, my mouth full of it when he pulls out, a little bit of it trickling down my chin.
‘Open your mouth,’ he says, and I tilt my head back slightly, opening my mouth to let him see his release. ‘And swallow it all for me.’ I let it glide across my taste buds, and it tastes… fruity, almost – a little hint of sweetness in it. I swallow it down in one big gulp and open my mouth to show him, a smug grin settling on his face. ‘Come here,’ he says, holding out his arms and I practically fall into them, letting him pull me against his chest. ‘You did such a good job, angel. I’m sorry for going so rough on you – I lost control a little bit – but you took it so well, baby,’ he says tenderly, hands rubbing soothing circles on my back through my dressing gown.
‘No, it’s okay. Don’t apologise. I… liked it,’ I say shyly, my voice very hoarse, and he lets out a gentle laugh. ‘I know you did, sweetheart, I could smell you getting wetter and wetter the entire time. You can’t even smell it, but your scent is… fucking amazing. I felt drunk on it. The harder I went on you, the stronger your scent was, which made me go even harder. It was a vicious cycle,’ he says amusedly, and I giggle into his chest.
He holds me for a little while, my head buried in his chest and tucked beneath his chin, his hands drawing patterns on my back, and this intimacy I’ve never felt before is just so nice, but I feel myself getting a little… eager, and he must feel it too. ‘You want me to fuck you, baby? Or wanna wait a bit?’ he asks quietly, and I can’t answer quick enough; ‘want you to fuck me.’ ‘You do, huh? Is that how you ask?’ he teases, and I think for a moment before replying in a small voice, ‘please fuck me, Jisung. Just want you.’
‘So forward, angel,’ he murmurs, making me feel even more humiliated than I already am, my face heating up. ‘Don’t be embarrassed. I like you all needy and cute,’ he breathes out, hands coming to my dressing gown and pulling it off me. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he tells me, throwing the satin gown to the floor before he presses his lips to mine in a quick and hot kiss, lying me down so my head rests on the soft pillow. He climbs up from the bed and I can’t stop myself from watching as he quickly undresses himself, pulling his t-shirt over his head to reveal tan skin pulled tight over hard abs and biceps, and pushing his jeans down his legs to reveal smooth, lean legs. He keeps his underwear on, a grin on his face as he joins me on the bed, climbing over me.
His hands slip beneath my back, fingers coming to the clasp of my bra, and it snaps me into reality, making me panic. ‘Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful. Wanna see all of you… if you’ll let me. What’s your colour?’ he asks, and I hesitate. I could end this all now – surely I’ve got enough experience for Seonghwa, and he’ll probably be too drunk or high to even look at my body the way Jisung wants to. But I find myself wanting to. Not for the experience but… because it’s Jisung. I want him to see me, and I want to see him… feel him.
‘Green,’ I whisper, his lips curling into a grin as he unclasps my bra, helping me to pull it off. He throws it over his shoulder and doesn’t instantly ogle my chest as I expected, instead ducking his head to add to the marks that are already beginning to purple. He slowly kisses down to my chest, lips attaching to one hard nipple and sucking on it as he takes my other breast into his hand, alternating between tugging at the nipple and groping it gently. I let out gentle whines, his attention on my breasts making my head light, and he brings his mouth the other nipple, swapping his hand to spread the saliva he left behind across the soft flesh of my breast.
‘Such pretty tits, angel. Wanna worship your body,’ he murmurs as he leans back with an admiring gaze, my nipples hard and peaked in the cool air. ‘But that’ll have to wait. Wanna fuck you more,’ he grins, hands sliding down from my chest to my underwear, checking with me again that I’m okay with it. ‘You can take them off,’ I breathe out and he wastes no time before tugging them down. He runs his hands up my legs before slipping them between my thighs, slowly parting them with his eyes on me to watch my reactions, to make sure I’m okay. When I don’t react, his gaze flits to between my legs, eyes darkening.
‘Fuck, such a pretty little pussy. Soaking wet. So tiny, and tight. How am I gonna fit in you, baby?’ he muses teasingly, and I feel desperation seeping into me, my hands reaching down to his and guiding them towards where I need him. ‘Please. Need it, Jisung, please,’ I whimper pathetically, and he lets out a gentle laugh, warm breath fanning across my stomach. ‘What do you need, y/n?’ he asks, and I whine, too embarrassed to say the words. His fingers appear at my folds, gliding between them and gathering up my arousal before he pushes two in, making me moan with the stretch. ‘I asked you what you need, angel,’ he prompts, voice less light, and I whimper as he scissors his fingers inside me, trying to loosen me. ‘Please, Jisung, want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your cock in me, want you to stretch me out, make me cum,’ I mumble distractedly, saying what I need to say to get what I want, and I hear him take a shaky breath.
‘Dirty girl. Pretended to be so innocent when you’re really a dirty little slut desperate for cock, huh? So desperate for Sex God Seonghwa’s cock that you’ll lose your virginity demon. Such a little whore,’ he murmurs, and even though his words should hurt, all I can do is moan, feeling more arousal gush out around his fingers. ‘You really want me to fuck you? Little angel wants a good fucking?’ he teases, the pace of his fingers thrusting into me quickening, and my hips buck up against him as I whine, ‘yes, want it, Jisung, want it so bad.’
‘Want me to stuff my fat cock into this little virgin cunt? Stretch out your tight little pussy, fuck you so hard you can’t walk, fill you up with my cum?’ he asks, voice strained as he fucks his fingers into me, and I squirm on the bed desperately, needing to feel him. ‘Yes, Jisung, please, want it so bad,’ I whimper pathetically, and he pulls his fingers out of me, lifting them to his fingers and licking them clean, making my stomach turn with arousal. ‘Not as much of an angel as I thought,’ he considers with a small smirk, eyes trawling over my body indulgently as I lie there, on display for him.
He climbs over me, pushing down his boxers and tugging on his length with one hand, anticipation filling me. ‘Legs around my waist, sweetheart,’ he murmurs, suddenly nice again, and I do so, hooking them together at the ankles, giving him full access to my core. ‘Ready? It might hurt a little, okay, so use your colours if you need to, angel,’ he says tenderly, and I nod, feeling a little bit of anxiety grow in my chest.
He runs the tip of his rock hard cock up and down my folds teasingly, spreading his precum over me, before he slowly pushes in. I try my hardest to stay quiet, to brave the pain of the burning stretch, but I can’t help the little yelp that escapes my lips. ‘You okay?’ ‘Hurts, Jisung,’ I whisper, tears appearing in my eyes, and his face softens. ‘The tip’s the worst bit, angel, and it’s nearly in. Want me to hold on a minute?’ he asks, and I think before shaking my head. ‘It’s okay, you can… go all the way in,’ I say gently, and he gives me a gentle smile, ducking his head to my collarbones to press soothing kisses on my skin as he pushes further in. I whimper in pain, tears sliding down my face, because it hurts, so fucking bad. My walls are clenching around him, desperately trying to get his cock out of me, and my head is starting to get a little dizzy with the pain, crying audibly now as I clutch onto his strong back.
‘You’re doing so well, angel, so fucking well. Colour?’ he asks, and I sob out, ‘yellow.’ He instantly stops moving and I try my best to stop clenching around him, eventually becoming used to the stretch as my walls relax a little, Jisung kissing away my tears and whispering gentle praise against my skin. ‘Okay, green. You can move now,’ I breathe out, voice hoarse and he presses a little kiss to my lips. ‘Good girl. I’m nearly in. But don’t look. Just trust me,’ he says quickly, and I raise an eyebrow at him. ‘How much left?’ I ask, and he winces. ‘About half,’ he replies, and I feel my face fall as he sighs. ‘We can sto-’ ‘No, no. I want it. Want you,’ I whisper, and he nods with a small smile.
He suddenly slips two fingers into my mouth, making me look at him in confusion. ‘Suck on my fingers to distract you from the pain,’ he says, and I nod, doing as he says and tasting something sweet on his skin, realising with a start that it’s my own arousal I can taste. He begins pushing further in, slowly, and it doesn’t hurt as much now, the stretch only burning a little. I can feel it when he bottoms out, a sigh of relief escaping my lips, and he grins at me. ‘You’ve done so well, angel, I’m so proud of you. Tell me when I can move,’ he says, and I nod, taking a few deep breaths. It takes a little while to get used to being so full, and arousal suddenly fills me at the thought that he’s buried in me balls-deep, my walls clenching tightly around him.
I don’t realise the effect it’s having on him until he speaks, taking me by surprise. ‘Fuck, y/n, you gotta stop clenching around me. Gonna make me cum quick like I’m the fucking virgin here. Can I- fuck, I gotta move. Can I move? Need to fuck you,’ he pleads, voice strained, his head resting on my shoulder and his hand digging into my waist, and I’m shocked at how… submissive he sounds, begging me to fuck me. He’s got all the power here – he could fuck me dumb right now – but he’s asking me for permission. It’s so hot that I nearly moan out at his words, pussy gushing with arousal. ‘Yes, you can move, please. Fuck, please move,’ I whimper around his fingers, the words coming out all garbled, and I’m so desperate for him now.
He removes his fingers from my mouth, both hands digging into my waist now, and he doesn’t waste much time before pulling out slightly and rolling his hips against mine, making me let out a moan of his name. I can sense he’s restraining himself – opting to thrust shallowly rather than slamming into me as I’d expected him to do – and it seems it’s taking every inch of his self-control to do so, his entire body tensed and little grunts falling from his lips. ‘You’re so fucking tight, angel. Wanna pound your tight little virgin cunt,’ he groans, and my head falls back against the pillow. ‘Do it, please. Want you to ruin me,’ I beg, and he lets out a strangled moan. ‘Use your colours if it’s too much,’ he forces out, waiting for the reply with a small, ‘okay’ before he loses himself.
He pulls all the way out of me before slamming back in, my mouth falling open in a silent scream as he lets out a moan of my name. He sets a bruisingly fast pace, the bed hitting the wall loudly with each of his thrusts. ‘So fucking tight around me. Gonna stretch out this tiny little cunt, gonna make you my little cockslut,’ he growls, forcing the words out with effort, his energy being taken up by thrusting into me, and it’s the most painful pleasure I’ve ever felt. I’m rendered speechless, unable to make a noise other than the little breaths that escape my lips, not even having enough sanity to moan for him.
One of his hands comes to my throat, roughly squeezing my airways and cutting off my breathing, making me choke and gasp as he hammers into me, heavy balls slapping against my damp skin. My nails dig hard into the skin of his back, the soreness between my legs slowly melting away into unadulterated pleasure, tears dripping down my face as a release for how overwhelmed I am. ‘Fuck, need to go deeper,’ he grunts, grabbing one of my legs and moving it between our bodies, the ankle resting on his shoulder, and this new angle allows him to go even deeper, brushing against the spongy spot inside me and making me let out a loud shriek of his name.
‘Found your voice, angel? Thought I’d fucked you stupid. But my good little slut can handle it, right? You can take my cock in this tiny virgin pussy, can’t you, baby?’ he growls, and my eyes roll back at the feeling of his cock dragging against my walls deliciously. Obscene squelching and skin slapping against skin fills the room along with my moans and whimpers, and his grunts and groans, the smell of sex heavy on the air as he abuses my pussy, the pleasure that’s coursing through my veins drowning out the pain of how much my body is straining to accommodate him.
‘Fucking gushing around me. Soaking my cock little a good little slut. Bet you’ve dreamed of being fucked like this, huh? Tried to fill your little pussy with your fingers, imagining yourself as a desperate little whore stuffed with a fat cock? Am I right, angel? Not as innocent as you pretend to be, huh? Just needed someone to come corrupt you,’ he growls against my ear, cock hammering into me relentlessly, my walls clenching around him as he lowers his mouth to my neck, kissing beneath where his hand is still gripping me tightly, my head light with the lack of air. He obviously takes my unrestrained moaning as an answer, pushing me down into the mattress and pounding into me bruisingly hard.
‘So fucking tight around me, baby, I can’t cope. Wanna stay buried in this tiny little pussy forever. Scream out my name, angel. Let everyone in your block know how good I’m making you feel, how hard I’m fucking your tight cunt. Let them know you’re not the pure little girl you claim to be,’ he growls, loosening his hold on my throat, and I can’t help but do as he says, crying his name repeatedly like a mantra. I can feel the knot in my stomach tightening again, knowing my orgasm is approaching again, my walls clenching around him and my nails raking down his back viciously. ‘You’re close, huh, angel? You gonna cum for me? Gonna soak my cock like a good little slut? Come on, baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock,’ he prompts, hand snaking down to rub at my clit, and when he hits the spot inside me head-on, I reach my high.
I scream out his name, so loud and raw that it feels like it’s being torn out of my throat, my own voice filling my ears as I cum around him, walls clenched around him so tightly that he can’t move, and so he rubs at my clit to prolong my orgasm, release gushing out around him. White hot bliss courses through me, my vision completely blurring as tears stream down my face, mouth hanging open as I rake my nails down his back, breaking the skin.
When I finally begin coming down from an intense high, my walls loosening around him, he starts to chase his own high, no concern for me beneath him. He slams into me, again and again, the bed probably denting the wall, and I feel overstimulation setting in, making me sob as I thrash beneath him. But he doesn’t care, one hand pressing into the bed and the other reappearing at my neck, pushing me down into the mattress as he fucks into me, grunts and groans falling from his lips, and when my vision finally clears, I nearly cum again at the sight of him.
His blond hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, his skin drenched with perspiration, a glistening honey colour, mouth open and letting out whispers of my name, lips swollen and shining. His eyes are glowing red, blood red, and his face is flushed, contorted with pleasure. His biceps ripples with the effort of thrusting into me, desperate whines escaping his lips as he chases his high, body tensed and strong. He looks like sin incarnate.
He’s nearing his orgasm, I think – his dick is twitching inside me, and I tighten around him, his hips stuttering with erratic thrusts. ‘Fuck, angel, I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum in your tight little pussy! So good for me, baby, so good,’ he moans loudly, making my lips curl proudly, before he buries himself deep in me, head dropping to my neck as he lets out a cry of, ‘shit, y/n, I’m gonna cum!’ He bites down on my skin as he cums, his thick release painting my insides. And there’s so much of it, an endless amount of cum flooding into me, and my sensitive walls fluttering around him help prolong his high, milking his cock for all he has as he whines desperately, thrusting shallowly.
Once he’s done, he pulls his softened cock out of me, looking down at me with concern all over his face. His eyes have returned to their warm chocolate brown, and they’re full of worry. ‘I’m so sorry, y/n, I wasn’t supposed to be that rough. Are you okay?’ he asks, and I just smile tiredly. ‘I’m fine, Jisung. I would’ve stopped you if it was too much, but it was perfect,’ I reply, a yawn interrupting my last few words, and he heaves a sigh of relief. ‘If you say so, angel. But still, I shouldn’t have been that rough. Hyunjin’s gonna kill me,’ he mutters before leaning down to press a kiss to my sore lips.
‘Right, let’s clean you up,’ he murmurs, and I’m already half asleep when he climbs off me, pulling his underwear back up over his cock. He scoops me up into his arms, carrying me to the bathroom, and he makes me do a wee first, so I don’t get a UTI. I nearly fall asleep on the toilet. Then he carries me back into bed and cleans over my whole body with a soft towel, soaking up all the tears and sweat and cum.
‘You’ve done so well, angel, such a good job. You can sleep now,’ he whispers as he pulls the covers over me, but I grab his hand when he turns to leave, barely able to keep my eyes open enough to look at him. ‘Are you leaving?’ I mumble, and he lets out a soft laughs. ‘Why? Want me to stay?’ ‘Yes. Please,’ I breathe out with the last bit of energy I have, and he sighs gently, hesitating before he climbs into bed with me. I instantly curl into him and he chuckles, pulling me into his arms. I just about feel the kiss he presses to my forehead before I drift off to sleep.
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Chapter 4: Roomba memes uwu
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Summary: Y/n otherwise known as softeyesbeauty, has been Kodzuken’s biggest fan (and simp) for years. After a live stream with her friends her little (read: massive) celebrity crush gets out. What’s a fledgling, upcoming beauty youtuber to do when suddenly all eyes are on her?
A/n: I wish I could set the time for the whole ass app, tired of making parts day apart and editing the time🤧 I would love if y’all could glance at this post and the comments, it’s about a future fic collection I’m planning.
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Hii there!! I have an idea about a scenario where haikyuu boys would get flustered when their fem!crush is being a gentleman to them. I think having oikawa, iwa and akaashi would be interesting. Have fun!
She’s the gentleman ♡
Pairing: Keiji Akaashi x fem!reader
WC: 1.6k
Genre: fluff
CW: fem!reader, reader is more of a gentleman than akaashi is (surprisingly), fluff, friends-to-lovers, short and sweet, reader is very proper in words, the crush reader has is hinted at which gives it a friends to lovers theme
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"No, yeah, I completely understand if you would want to cancel our session." I responded over the phone to Keiji Akaashi. He was my study date partner today since we have different methods of learning for our huge exam on the following Monday.
"Would you like to wait it out to see how it is?" His response came to me through the mobile device, not giving credit to his soft spoken voice.
"That would be lovely. I really appreciate it, Akaashi." I glanced down at my pristine loafers, per school dress code, as I waited for the conversation to finish.
"Great. Is meeting by the entrance gates fine for you?"
"Yes. We'll walk together to The Manor Mocha and then study there. I'll see you then. Goodbye Akaashi." I finished my sentence then hung up the phone call.
I shifted my eye focus towards the sky only to see that the clouds rolling in did not seem to be leaving anytime soon. Thankfully, The Manor Mocha was only less than five minutes away from our school's campus—which was Fukurodani.
As I walked patiently to class, I could not help but to notice every student around me had been awfully over prepared for this weather or extremely under prepared.
As guaranteed, my best friend, Kotaro Bokuto, was significantly under prepared.
"Good morning, Bokuto. The weather does not look compatible with what you're wearing." I stated, as I glanced him up and down. His outfit was completely fine, but it lacked any outer wear and I didn't see his golden an umbrella anywhere.
"Morning, (Y/n)! I think I'll be fine! The sun will come back out and I won't have the need for an umbrella." He smiled, wholeheartedly believing in that.
"If you say so Bokuto, I'll be heading to class now. I want to make sure to let the teacher know about this weather and if we have any school drills we have to do because of it. Give my 'hello' to Akaashi when he arrives." I said to him before walking off and continuing my route to the classroom.
Even though Bokuto and I were best friends, in accordance to him, I found that he and Akaashi seemed more of best friends. However, the difference between them both is very profound in every way.
Akaashi is only a second-year but he is already able to take such higher courses that us third-years take which is why we're having a study date in the first place.
As I made my way to my morning classroom, I noticed the teacher was not around so I just made my way to my seat. It was by the window on the left side of the classroom, my favorite.
I peered out at the weather, silently hoping that it wouldn't rain because that would only cause such an inconvenience for my plans I made for later. However, my study session will go on regardless of what the weather is like.
Students began to file into the classroom soon after and then the lesson began right after our teacher called attendance. I loved taking notes into my spiral notebooks, it helped me a lot during study sessions and that helped with the making of flash cards.
Soon, the school day flew past and it was already almost time for school to be over. However, my hope got dampened as I heard the sharp clap of thunder and soon the ground began splotching into darker colors. The reason being that, unfortunately, it began to rain.
I had come prepared, of course. I always kept a spare umbrella in my locker just in case a scenario like this happened. I wasn't too sure if Akaashi had brought one though.
When the school bell rung, an announcement came out as well. It was mostly about the weather and how safety is a priority when leaving campus.
Soon, I gathered myself and prepared to face the weather as my classmates bustled about. The chatter and excitement of the weekend was heard throughout the halls as I made my steady way to my locker.
Being polite, on time, and organized was one of my virtues that I treasured deeply. It was what made me who I am, which is why I had a spare umbrella. After changing my loafers into my regular shoes, I grabbed my black and white polka-dotted umbrella.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my blazer pocket. Reaching in to grab it, I saw the message from Akaashi when my phone screen lit up.
'I'm waiting by the gates'
I responded with, 'Okay. I'll be there in just a minute.'
After confirming that he was still okay with our study session, I opened my umbrella as I stepped outside of school and immediately felt the strong winds, which whipped my hair against my face.
I squinted as I saw Akaashi standing by the entrance gate, however, what shocked me to my core what that he was almost completely soaked. He had made some make-shift umbrella out of his blazer and shoulder bag.
"Oh gosh! Are you alright? We best hurry so you don't end up sick." I rushed out, seeing him up close was worse. His hair seemed to be dry but there was only so much of himself that the make shift umbrella could keep dry.
"I'm fine, just a bit cold from the rain." He gave me a half smile and I shared my umbrella with him as we hurried along to The Manor Mocha.
By the time we were there, I'm pretty sure Akaashi was almost, if not completely, drenched. I quickly opened the door for him, which rang a small bell throughout the café.
Akaashi seemed almost shocked that I opened the café door for him, but I didn't show the curiosity on my face as I closed my umbrella and followed suit behind him.
I gathered us a dining table just in case we decided to stay as late for dinner. I assumed Akaashi went to the bathroom to try and dry off as best as possible. As I waited and arranged my laptop, notebook, pens, and sticky tabs together. I thought about cancelling the session if the wet clothes were too much of a burden to him.
"Hi, what can I get you started with?" A waitress with brown hair tied back into a low bun came up to my table. She pulled out her notepad from her apron pocket as well as a pen.
"Good afternoon, I'd like an ice vanilla latte with almond milk please." I politely ordered to her.
"Anything else, hun?"
"I do have a date, however, I am unsure of what he favors so please just add an order of mini cinnamon muffins please. Thank you so much." I smiled up at her, getting one in return.
As soon as she left, Akaashi came back out of the bathrooms.
"Akaashi, I am so sorry that your clothes got dampened. Would you feel better about canceling or continuing?" I asked him as I got up out of my seat when he sat down.
"It's fine, no worries. I don't mind continuing because I do need to memorize these functions for the exam." He lightly laughed, which reassured me.
"Great," I stood up and got behind his chair to push him in then sat back down, "I've already set all of my things out, so just let me know when you're ready." I smiled at him, happy to be studying.
"(Y/n), I have a question abo-" Akaashi was cut short of his sentence when the waitress came back with my iced latte as well as the muffins.
"Thank you so much. Akaashi, would you like to order anything?" I asked, as the waitress stood, waiting for a response as well.
"Just a black coffee with creamer please." And then, like before, the was off with the order and I turned back to Akaashi.
"What were you saying before she arrived? You have a question?" I asked him, grabbing a mini cinnamon muffin.
"Yes, why do you treat me the way you do?" His soft eyes peered at me, a twinge of pink coating his fare skin.
"Oh, what do you mean?" I asked him, very confused by the question.
"Well, it's just that you held the umbrella, opened the door for me, and pushed in my chair. Those are all things that I didn't expect you would do. It kind of flustered me a bit." He laughed nervously.
"Oh! That's just how I am. I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable?" I asked, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere of our study date.
"No, you're fine. If I may ask, for our next date, please let me open the doors for you and be the gentleman. I would like to return the favor." He looked away for a second, then focusing back onto me.
Was he asking me on a date?
"Of course! This will be a date, not just a study date, correct?"
"Yes, it will be." I could see his ears slightly turning to a nice shade of pink which was so cute. It's a good look on him.
"Great, oh, look! The sky is clearing up a bit!" I pointed out, sitting by the window always did have its perks.
"It sure is, which means that I can walk you home once we're finished, if that's okay." He asked me honestly.
"I would love that Akaashi." And soon after that conversation was over we started on our study session as planned. I couldn't push away the feeling of butterflies in my stomach when Akaashi had asked me out.
Staying true to his word, when the date was over, he walked me home.
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a/n: I excluded Iwaizumi and Oikawa only because I felt like this fic would have been too repetitive, however, I will be in the making of fics for them both soon! I hope you enjoy nonetheless anon!!
you all know my header rules, if not see pinned post!!
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Uhmmmmm hello?? New profile and theme?? Is this your "IT-GIRL" era? Your profile is so prettyyyyyy
And yes i am also awaiting Spy x Family!!!
While waiting im rerunning bnha episodes and i was thinking which of the bnha babies will get married before they reach 25? This concept came into mind coz i read an Atsumu x reader fic where they married when they were 19.
I honestly cant say i see any of the bnha babies marrying under 25, they seem to be so focused about hero work y'know??
How was ur weekend???
KODZU MY BELOVED!!! i was brainstorming for my new shouto piece and thought of you :*) how are you? i'll answer your personal questions below the cut!
(rubs hands together) hmmMmMMm bnha characters that would get married before 25... this is hard honestly! i think for the first few years of their career, they'd be solely focused on proving themselves as sidekicks, and thinking of ways to get capital to start their own agencies(?). the 1A kids are wholly dedicated, mind and body and soul, to becoming the best heroes no matter what, and right now i don't really see any of them marrying young.
buUUuUut you know who i see getting married before 25?
hawks.
wouldn't it be cute if he fell head over heels for someone? i'm talking tripping over his own feet when texting them, getting his wings caught when he walks through doors because he's too busy looking at his crush, almost flying into buildings because he's thinking about them.
lovesick hawks. because this is the first time he's ever had something, someone, that he wants so badly. because he's had so much violently ripped away from his hands, that he thinks he deserves to pursue something, someone, of his own accord—just this once. because while his parents' marriage didn't work out, hawks wants nothing more than to prove himself wrong: that love does exist, and it exists for him.
good things come to those who wait. hawks has always prided himself on being a patient person; waiting on information, waiting on sources, waiting on people. but he is the swiftest hero after all, and this time, he's not waiting around anymore.
alright now for the less fun stuff:
thank you for loving my theme! i was actually thinking of changing it soon because i don't like the colours :-( but i like how clean my navi is bc user friendliness and accessibility is a priority. please savour this bright spring theme while it lasts hehe
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my weekend's been good so far, thank you for asking <3 i went out for a while today with my family and we ate a nice lunch and went grocery shopping. really normal mundane things but i'm grateful for the time we spent together :-)
thank you for asking! u r very precious to me & i appreciate you very much (*^▽^*)
#this gave me the worst hawks brainrot ever#just wanna be the girl of his dreams yknow?#wbu what do you think?#also sorry if this reply was unsatisfactory :*( i tried#kodzujin0613#ask yuna
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i never would have thought // CH.04
WRITTEN PORTION
Daichi was about fed up with Tsukishima and his half assed focus. The captain had tried light reprimanding which had failed and subsequently evolved into a harsher chiding that seemingly made no difference to the tall blonde. Daichi, rubbed his fingertips against his temples scrunching his brows together in light frustration. A familiar hand trailed onto his stiffened shoulder and squeezed, Daichi’s body relaxed a bit in response.
“I know you don’t like being strict with them, but this is a little excessive.” Sugawara whispered, smiling over at Tsukishima sympathetically. Daichi sighed, long and hard.
“You’re right. You’re always right.” Daichi groaned, reaching up to meet his boyfriends hand where it had come to rest on Daichi’s shoulder. He squeezed Sugawara’s hand, offering a silent thank you before making his way over to Tsukishima.
Tsukishima didn’t notice of course, probably due to his unwavering focus on the message he was in the midst of typing out. In his attempts to be discrete, Tsukishima had brought his cell phone to hover next to his thigh, methodically using only his right hand to hold and type simultaneously. Daichi stopped behind Tsukishima for a moment and cleared his throat, and when that garnered no reply he rolled his eyes and mentally said fuck it, reaching forward and snatching Tsukishima’s cell phone right out of his fingertips.
Tsukishima whipped around, eyes widened with shock. Daichi only offered a disapproving frown, holding the phone by only a corner at eye level.
“You can have this back at the end of practice.” Daichi said sternly, turning around to walk away in hopes of limiting the amount of embarrassment he was sure Tsukishima was beginning to feel.
So much so was obvious after a moment, when Tsukishima’s cheeks began to flare with a soft shade of pink as the realization settled. A signature “tch” of annoyance came from the back of his throat as his face pulled into a scowl, but besides that Tsukishima didn’t attempt a single syllable in response.
Hinata, who had somehow caught sight of the exchange began to hop up and down, coming over to tease Tsukishima with his usual loudness.
“Tsukishima got his phone taken away!! HA! Tsukishima isn’t so responsible and mature now, HUH! Looks like someone isn’t the perfe- AHHHH!” Hinata yelped, suddenly falling backwards at the hands of a now very annoyed Tsukishima whom had taken it upon himself to silence the childish antics with a not so gentle push.
Hinata toppled backwards into Kageyama’s chest with a loud thud, landing atop the setter as both first years hit the ground.
“Idiot.” Tsukishima scoffed, turning to walk away from the commotion that was sure to come.
Mere seconds passed before realization stuck Hinata and Kageyama and a matching heat rose to stretch across the highlights of their cheekbones. The two first years jumped apart in unison, Hinata’s voice pitching up exponentially as the embarrassment seeped out of his blushing face and into his shrill objections
“TsuKISHIMA wHAT THE HELL?!” Hinata nearly screeched
“Hinata BOKE! WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!” Kageyama’s voice was uncharacteristically shaky, even if barely so
“It wasn’t my fault! TSUKISHIMA PUSHED ME!” Hinata argued, head snapping back to face Kageyama who was now just short of enraged
“YOU SHOULD HAVE JUMPED OUT OF THE WAY! YOU HAVE FAST REFLEXES DON’T YOU!?”
“I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS GONNA PUSH ME!”
“BULLSHIT.”
The screaming continued behind Tsukishima as he gulped down an entire water bottle, praying to the universe that the coolness of it would clam the tints of red that had yet to leave the nape of his neck and tips of his ears. Furrowing his brows, he rubbed his face in annoyance. Hinata and Kageyama never knew when to quit, that much was apparent by the continued escalation of their aggressive banter.
After another moment Tsukishima sighed, somewhat relieved to realize that the other Hinata had left the gym before the whole ordeal had erupted. Being teased by one Hinata was more than enough punishment for him. And as obnoxious as Kageyama and Hinata Shoyo’s yelling was, they had managed to divert their team mates attention away from Tsukishima, which meant that no one had stopped to notice the very obvious blush splayed across his face.
CH.04 II sucky-shima
A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATENESS!! I know i was supposed to upload yesterday and i thought i would have time to but i had work and then i started reading a kuroken fic andddd I lost track of time... So here we are at 12 am on TUESDAY instead of MONDAY :( From now on ill stick to morning updates instead of procrastinating until the afternoon! N E WAYS i hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, and if you wanna be added to the tags list just send an ask! ^^
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A/n: so i know i have like 10001 other fics i have to write but this is just a fun little thing i wanted to try and its semi more lowkey than what i usually do plus there are zero hongjoong smaus (Also thank you Luna for helping me with the header <3)
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Summary: Y/n and Hongjoong were only acquaintances in college. They were on the same dance team but never crossed paths until one day both took notice of the other. One magical night after a party resulted in Y/n leaving with a guilty and angry conscious and surprisingly a blue stick. Three years later, Hongjoong is a hit producer and Y/n is a successful single mom. What happens when their paths cross yet again?
Genre: fluff, comedy, angst, social media!au, single mom!au, non-idol au, series
ATTEMPTING TO UPDATE EVERY SATURDAY
✒: Written Chapter
Chapters:
Profiles Part 1
Profiles Part 2
We Don’t Stan
Boo, Responsibility!
The Mexican Standoff (✒)
How to Start WWIII
Council of Elders
Messaging a Mother
Existential Crisis
Peace Talks
Piglet ( ✒)
The Rules
1994 Johnny Depp
Blueberry
Loopholes (✒)
Y’all Bout to be Pissed
Cherry
Mr. Giggles
Purple Dress and Album Parties
Sissy Fight (✒)
Hangover Catch Up
Didn’t Say No
Produce Section
San’s Bubble Bath
Mingi Finally Lost It
“Kill Hongjoong” Brigade
Buttercup and Honeybun (✒)
Moving Day
The Domestic Life
Get Psyched Asshole!
Expensive Bitch
Let’s Talk...
Genius
Mingi Do Something! (✒)
Uncle vs “Godfather”
No More Drama?
I’m Just Kidding (✒)
Everything Is Gonna Be Fine (Finale)
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adhd making me desperately want to start a yt channel to talk about my ocs and play minecraft wtf. i've done nothing today (which has been so nice after a busy week so im not complaining) but i've now reached the point of the evening where i experience excessive brainrot. anyways how's your day been kodzu? :D - k
Wahh..!! If you do end up doing so, I hope you know that I think your youtube channel will turn out super cool and exciting to tune in to!!
And I’m so glad that this week hasn’t been as hectic and you’ve had a bit to relax and chill! But, ooh? Brainrot hours—?!
If you’re comfortable sharing, I’d love to hear any idea you’ve got!! I remember your Nagito draft and phew—!! It’s still on my mind, that scenario was incredible and you’d written it so well!
Waah..! I’d love to hear any idea that brilliant mind of yours comes up with!!
My day’s been alright, nothing out of the ordinary, hehe! I’ve managed to sit down and get some writing done, which is a relief! And I stumbled upon a fic of a rare pair (I think) that’s really cute and am now reveling in my new addiction, hehe!
But yeah, pretty regular day! Though it’s progressively getting more wonderful as I chat with you! <3
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Prologue
Warnings: Y/n bleeds her nose lmfao
Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader
Word Count: 826
A/N: The next chapters WILL be longer, it’s really short because I just wanted you to get the gist of this stupid fic, anyhoes this was pretty rushed and shitty so I hope you like it, because I don’t-
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“Y/N!!! You won’t believe what I saw yesterday when I was on mama’s phone,” The energetic 5-year old giggled in a merry tone as if he’d just found out about a big secret.
“Huh? What did you see?” You tilted your head to the side, looking at him with that soft pout of yours that always seemed to make his heart race.
“It’s this thing called 11:11 wish,” He mused, explaining to you how your wish will come true if you wish at the specific time. It of course sparked your interest, having never heard of such a myth before. Plus, it was Hyunjin, was he ever wrong?
“I don’t think mommy would let me stay up past 8...” you frowned, sitting on the edge of the seesaw.
Maybe if you stayed up late enough, you could finally wish for the only thing you longed for.
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It had already been 15 years ever since the fateful discovery of this ‘11:11 wish’ Hyunjin told you about. Both of you were in college already, studying film production. It had always been his passion, and you were glad you both shared the love for the art of filmmaking.
You never saw yourself being one to get into a Film school though, you always thought they were pointless. But once Hyunjin started to talk to you about it, you quickly spent all your nights studying about film, hoping that it would get you a chance with the boy.
Sure, you started with doing it just because you had a crush on emo phase Hyunjin at 13, but you really did start to feel a connection with the subject.
You were on your desk, waiting for the class to start as your eyelids began to feel heavy, drowsiness taking over you in almost an instant. Well, until you heard that voice that dripped with honey, the voice that was engraved in your head as if it were a broken record.
“Are you falling asleep again? I feel hurt, Y/N. You couldn’t even wait for me,” He pouted, his tone overly dramatic as he clutched his chest.
You couldn’t help but grin. He never fails to make you laugh, even if he wasn’t trying. You can’t help it, every single thing about him makes you smile, it’s like the usual at this point. You considered it at least illegal not to crack a smile at the random shit the boy does.
“Hyunjin, I didn’t get an ounce of sleep last night,” You rolled your eyes, folding your arms before stealing a glance at him, a smile forming on the corner of your lips.
Noticing this, Hyunjin stifled a laugh as he cleared his throat, coughing to distract himself.
“You’re smiling cause I’m so handsome, riiiiiight??? Right right right?” He cocked his head towards you, mere inches away from kissing your lips. You immediately turned your head in embarrassment, hitting your nose (very hard, might I add.) with the wooden back part of the chair in the process.
“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK-” You whined, cupping your nose as you bent down in harsh pain, your eyes closed shut. Hyunjin’s eyes widened, kneeling down and grabbing a napkin and holding your chin up so he could get a better look.
“God, Y/N your nose is bleeding-” He panicked, handing you his napkin and guiding your hand up to your nose, tilting your head forward and pinching your nose bridge as he clamped his lips together in nervousness.
You stood up, rushing to the bathroom with a look that could have people mistake you as Bob the tomato, and desperately turned the faucet on as you washed your face, mentally cursing yourself for looking like a big idiot around him. Gripping the edge of the fancy marbled sink, you sighed to yourself as water dripped down your chin. I mean why am I making such a big deal out of this? It’s not even that bad, why did this escalate so quickly-
You decided to wait the class out, not wanting to face your best friend after the shit you pulled a few minutes ago. You checked your watch, your eyes widening a little at the time.
11:08.
You gulped, recollecting your thoughts again and began to count down.
11:09.
Another minute passed.
11:10
And another one.
11:11.
You closed your eyes, wishing for the same person you had wished the past 15 years. Well, you were planning to, until something distracted you.
“Y/N!!! ARE YOU OKAY IN THERE?” The rough edge to his voice sounded as if he was scowering the fucking jungle for you.
“I’m okay, Hyunjin. Get back to class.” I uttered, loud enough for him to hear before you looked at your watch again.
11:12.
You sighed. Why were you so unlucky? It wasn’t like you did anything bad… right? Was god really punishing you for stealing that granola bar when you were 13? Or did he just hate you for some unknown reason? But who cared… maybe you and Hyunjin weren’t supposed to be together.
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