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avenirdelight · 1 year

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A False Accusation

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They have a heated argument where she drops an accusation on him. He claims that it’s a false accusation.

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

She voiced the words to the room, clearly and firmly. Strangely enough, saying it out loud didn’t make her chest feel lighter like she’d thought it would. It still felt as suffocating as it had been.

“Wow,” he scoffed, his shoulders shook when he did. “That’s a terrible accusation, that.”

She glanced at him, but she quickly dropped her gaze again after she noticed the hurt plastered all over his face. He couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to say such cruel words.

“And also,” he continued, leaning forward on the sofa, propping his body with his elbows on his knees. “It’s a false accusation. That’s terrible from you.”

She was sitting on the other sofa across from him, leaning back and folding her arms in front of her chest. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she couldn’t resist the temptation to stare back at him. So she did.

She gritted her teeth. Those eyes were angry, those eyes had used to look at her in the most special way. She refused to believe that it was just in her head, that she was just making it up, because she had used to easily fall in love all over again every time she looked at those eyes but at some point, she started to feel that they’d changed.

“Really?” She challenged him, giving him a sharp look that matched his.

He scoffed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in stress. He shook his head. He couldn’t quite believe that she truly believed that he didn’t love her. Where did it even come from?

“Are you telling me that I lie every time I tell you I love you? Mind you, I say that every single day,” he said. But she was silent, so he continued. “Don’t I always give you everything? Make sure that you have everything you need, that you’re safe?” He asked. If she forgot about that, he was ready to remind her of all the things he did for her. Everything that he needed to sacrifice. “I give you my world.”

“You give me your money.” Her voice was firm and certain. And it stabbed him right in his heart.

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for everything he’d given her. Moving her into his big house, constantly buying her expensive gifts, taking her to travel the world on holidays, giving her a luxury life—but that wasn’t the reason she’d fallen in love with him. She was never in it for the dime.

She had fallen in love with him for who he was. Or at least who he had used to be.

“I’m thankful that you gave me this wonderful life but I really don’t need the latest Prada release or to be on a yacht every holiday. I don’t need new jewellery every time you feel sorry, I don’t need you to surprise me with flowers in the morning just for you to go missing for the rest of the day.”

“I thought you liked them. Have you been lying, then?”

“I do appreciate them but that’s not the point! The point is I need you!” She sounded so desperate. She honestly had been feeling this way for a while and she hoped that this time he was really listening to her. “I just need a little bit of your time, for you to be with me, and not just physically. You’re with me but your head is somewhere else. I need you to just look at me, I–”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay?!” He cut her off, the tone of his voice rising up. “I’m sorry that my work demands so much of my time, it asks so much from me, I’ve always told you that from the beginning. My career is my life and there would be rough bumps along the way. Things get hard, things–”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, don’t you see??” Her tone was as high now, it was only adding to the tension. “You run away from me when things get hard for you. You don’t even want to share anything with me. You give me gifts and temporary attention to ‘make up’ for it. Every time!” She stood up from the sofa. She frustratingly pointed a finger against her chest, giving him a piercing gaze. “Am I so untrustworthy or unreliable? Am I that insufferable to deal with so you don’t want to open up to me?”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, clenching his fists. “Don’t start making up things now. I never for a second think about you that way.”

“Well, you always make me wonder. Wonder why you shut me out.” She shrugged. “It’s the truth, you can’t deny it. You always leave me out of things.”

“I’m just protecting you!” He abruptly stood up. “I can’t– I’m sorry if it’s hard for me to share things that I know would just hurt you and stress you out!” He moved his hands animatedly and quite angrily. “Don’t you understand?! I am saving you the troubles and the pain!”

“I want the f*cking pain!!”

Her voice pierced through his ears and he froze in his place, feeling shivers down his spine. He clenched his jaw and gulped. The anger, the desperation, the pain that she had been holding in, she’d just let it all out. She’d gotten so upset at this point, the tears quickly pooled in her eyes and threatened to fall. It pained him even more. He had never seen her like this.

“I’d rather feel the pain, suffer with you.” Her voice was small and timid this time, but there were so many emotions in it. “I’d choose that, rather than feeling left out and not appreciated. I promise you that’s the worst thing to feel. I hate it. I absolutely f*cking hate it.”

He sat back down, burying his face into his hands, trying to compose himself and find the right words to say. He felt her anger, her sadness, but he also needed her to understand that he did everything for a reason.

He let out a little sigh as he looked up to her. Her tears were already streaming down her cheeks.

“I don't live a normal life and all I’m trying to do is to keep you out of the abnormalities and all the absurd things. The sh*t people say out there, it gets scary sometimes. People are actually willing to do foolish and crazy things to bring me down.” He spoke with a more gentle tone, trying to reason with her. “And if you’re hurt, if something bad happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself.”

She wiped her tears away with her shaky hands, before she hugged herself with arms, trying to provide herself some comfort. He didn’t only sound serious, he also sounded sorry.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He stared at her with tired eyes. The anger in his eyes had worn off, it even looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry. I really am.” His voice was a bit shaky. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Please. I can’t lose you. What am I going to be if I lose you?”

Her heart clenched painfully. She couldn’t deny that it was heartbreaking to see himself asking the question—like he was really scared to lose her, like his world would crumble down in an instant if he lost her. She had never seen him like this before. He’d always appeared strong in front of her, like nothing could ever bring him down, like no one could ever catch him looking weak.

“Every single thing that I’ve ever done is to protect you and to make you happy, to earn your love. Most of the time I don’t think I deserve you, you know. Because you deserve more than this f*cking fool,” he said pointing at himself. “Who apparently doesn’t know how to love. I’m sorry if I’ve done it the wrong way and made you feel the opposite way.”

Without her even realising it, what she’d been wishing to see was happening right in front of her—for him to open up to her and show his vulnerable side. Her tears fell again, but for a different reason this time. She felt his confusion, his sorrow, and she was hurting with him.

After a moment of deafening silence, he suddenly stood up. He approached her, who was just standing with her head down. He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to look at him. He fixed her dishevelled hair, tucking stray strands of hair to the back of her ears. He lifted her head up by her chin, before he continued to wipe her tears again. Every touch was so gentle, every touch felt gave her warmth and comfort that she’d been longing.

“Look at me, please,” he said. She finally shifted her gaze up and stared back at him. His eyes were looking at her fondly. “I love you so much. Please believe me.” He choked up, trying his best to convey his feelings through his voice. “I took you home to my mum and told her you’re the most special person in my life, I try to treat you like a queen, I see you and talk about you like you’re my prized possession, because you are.”

She listened to him. She tried to really listen to him. And honestly, this time it wasn’t so hard to believe him. She appreciated that he was finally opening up, even though it had taken them quite a long time to get there, not to mention all the struggle they had had to go through. But he finally found his courage to be fragile.

“Do you know what? You don’t have to be strong all the time,” she said as his hands fell to her waists and safely rested there. Her voice was almost a whisper. “I’m your girlfriend. You have a responsibility to protect me, but I also have a responsibility to be your partner. So let me do my part.” She held his face and stroked a thumb on his cheek. “We do this together. We’re supposed to go through happiness and sadness together, we go through all the troubles together. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He nodded. “I’m really sorry, okay? I love you,” he said again, before she pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too. I love you,” she mumbled against his shoulder. She heard him letting out a sob as his chest and shoulders shook. He held her tight, and it had been a while since it felt like this. She felt heard and seen. She felt loved. It was all she ever wanted.

And he couldn’t describe the wave of relief that washed over him. He really thought that his biggest fear, losing her, was really going to happen. He realised that he’d actually failed her. All this time he had loved her his own way which he thought was the best and the safest way but apparently, it didn’t give her the safety he wanted for her. She was right—they had to do this together, and it meant that he had to listen to her, count her thoughts and feelings.

He would try. He promised he would try his best to see her how she wanted to be seen, and love her how she wanted to be loved. Because she was the most important person in his life, and he’d do anything to make himself deserve her.

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i had this sitting on my draft and i almost forgot about it! i kept switching between john and hendo when i wrote it. tell me who you imagined this! i hope you enjoyed it<3

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hlstead · 8 months

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[son heung min x reader]

warnings: swearing

My heart raced as Son and I stepped out into the blinding camera flashes. We had been keeping our relationship a secret for months, savoring the precious moments together away from the public eye. But now, the secret was out, and the paparazzi descended upon us like a swarm of vultures hungry for a story.

"Who is she?" one photographer shouted, thrusting his camera in my face. "How did you two even meet?"

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment and anger. These questions were invasive, and they painted me as some kind of gold-digger, a girl trying to cash in on her relationship with a famous footballer. The reality was far from that.

Son, ever the gentleman, stepped closer to me, placing a reassuring hand on my back. "Hey, let's just keep walking," he said softly, his voice a calming presence amidst the chaos.

But the relentless questions continued. "Did you guys have sex to get his attention?" Another voice yelled from the crowd, causing my blood to boil. I clenched my fists, wanting to lash out, to defend our love, but Son squeezed my hand, urging me to stay calm.

We pushed through the sea of reporters, trying to make our way to the waiting car. The shouts and accusations followed us like a dark cloud. "Did you want fame? Is that why you're dating him?" a particularly nasty reporter asked, a sly grin on his face.

I couldn't take it anymore. I turned to face the relentless crowd, my voice trembling with anger. "No! None of this is about fame or money. We love each other, and that's all that matters!"

Son's grip on my hand tightened, and he shot me a loving, grateful look. But the paparazzi didn't let up. They continued their barrage of questions, trying to get a rise out of us.

Son's comforting presence beside me was the only thing keeping me from breaking down. He reached for my hand, his fingers interlocking with mine.

"Y/N, please don't let them get to you," Son whispered, his voice filled with concern. "They're just trying to provoke us."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "I know, Son, but it's so infuriating. I can't stand the way they make me out to be some kind of villain."

Son's expression grew stern as he squeezed my hand. "You're not a villain, Y/N. You're the love of my life, and I won't let anyone tarnish your reputation."

"Hey, Son! Is your girlfriend always such a bitch, or is that just for the cameras?"

I felt a surge of anger rise within me, but before I could respond, Son grabbed the car's radio and pressed the button. "You have no right to talk about her like that," he growled, his voice filled with a dangerous edge.

The paparazzi on the other end seemed to revel in the confrontation. "Oh, look at the tough guy! Defending his little girlfriend. What's the matter, Son? Can't handle a real woman?"

My heart pounded as I watched Son's knuckles whiten around the radio. I knew he was on the verge of losing his temper, and I feared what could happen next.

"Son, please," I urged, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. "Let's not give them the satisfaction."

He took a deep breath, his jaw clenched, and then released the radio button. The paparazzi's laughter rang through the car's speakers, but we remained resolute in our silence.

Minutes turned into hours as we finally escaped the clutches of the paparazzi. When the car pulled into the driveway of Son's secluded home, we both let out a collective sigh of relief.

Son turned to me, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I should have handled that better."

I shook my head, a small smile playing at my lips. "You were defending me, Son. I appreciate that more than you know."

He reached over and gently caressed my cheek, his touch warm and tender. "I love you, Y/N. I won't let anyone hurt you, no matter what."

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jonjalsonny · 4 months

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Surprise

GENDER NEUTRAL Y/N

As the sun dipped low, casting a warm glow on the lively streets of London, you made your way to Sonny's house, ready to surprise him on his birthday.

Arriving at Sonny's doorstep, you took a deep breath and knocked eagerly. The door swung open, revealing Sonny in his pajamas, a mix of confusion and surprise on his face. Without missing a beat, you shouted, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" at the top of your lungs, making him jump a little.

He blinked in shock, then broke into a grin. "Wow, you scared the life out of me!"

You chuckled. "Well, get ready, birthday boy! We're not spending your special day indoors. Throw on something decent; I've got a surprise for you!"

Sonny, still a bit disoriented, nodded and went to get ready while you waited for him in the living room. A short while later, he came back, dressed and ready for whatever adventure you had in store.

"So, where are we going?" he asked, curiosity lighting up his eyes.

You just winked, keeping the mystery alive. "It's a surprise. Trust me, you're gonna love it."

Leading him through the lively streets of London, you finally arrived at the Korean restaurant you booked for the occasion. The amazing scent of sizzling meat and aromatic spices hit you both as you stepped inside. The place was decked out in beautiful Korean decor, creating a cozy and inviting ambiance.

Sonny looked around, a mix of surprise and excitement on his face. "Ah, this is amazing! Thank you so much!"

Getting comfy at your seats, the restaurant buzz faded away.

The waiter quickly came to your table for you both to order, Sonny spoke Korean to ask for his choice, and looked at you when he finished.

You chose your favorite from the menu, and your pronunciation of the dish was on point. You then let a few Korean words slip, showing gratitude to the kind waiter.

Sonny's eyes widened. "Wait, did you just… speak Korean?" he asked, totally shocked, but a bright smile was on his face.

With a sneaky grin on your face, you nodded.

"But... how do you know those words? And your pronunciation was... so good!"

"Thank you!" you replied in Korean. He started to laugh, amazed by the situation, and seeing his reaction made you so happy.

"Do you know more?" he asked in English, then switched to Korean, "Do you understand me?"

"Yes!" you immediately replied in Korean.

"What!" He laughed so much, and you could see in his eyes that he was getting a bit emotional. To make sure you really understood Korean, he asked one more thing in his native language, "What are we here for tonight?"

"We're here to celebrate your birthday!" you answered in Korean. He was stunned. You then explained in English, "I've been secretly studying Korean for a few months for you, Sonny. I wanted to chat in your language and to make you feel more at home here. So, happy birthday!"

His disbelief turned into pure joy, a big smile on his face. "This means the world to me," he admitted. "I've always tried to learn bits of everyone's language and culture, but no one's done it for me. Also, it feels lonely sometimes when I have no one to speak my language with, except my parents. Thank you so much! Wow, this is amazing!"

"Well, now you got someone who did," you told him, being real. "Hope this small thing brings a bit of home to you, even when you're miles away."

As the night rolled on, you and Sonny shared tons of stories, laughs, and memories. Your Korean skills made the connection even deeper, breezing through language and culture stuff. Sonny's eyes sparkled with gratitude and happiness, and the lonely feeling he had when he was alone at home on his birthday completely faded away.

Saying bye that night, a warm, happy feeling filled you. You not only rocked Sonny's birthday but also made your bond stronger, beating the distance and culture gaps.

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ricciardostoast · 1 year

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HMS;; unholy

he absolutely knew of the cultural implications and found it interesting anyway

wc: 900+ [a/n: lol what can i say the world cup affected us all in mysterious ways] warning: implied daddy kink

"can you call me daddy?"

there was nothing you could've done to prepare for the shock you received when your boyfriend slipped into the kitchen with the request. it was enough to stutter the ascend of a fresh brew of roasted coffee to your lips as the liquid sloshed and splattered against the island counter.

"what?"

"daddy. like balenciaga daddy."

the lyrics from the hit sam smith song plays like a slow train wreck as you single in on the scene of the crime. out of everything that song implied, that was what he used as evidence to whatever he'd conjured up in his head. you had only left the man alone for a few minutes while he had finished brushing his teeth.

it wasn't as if it had even played on repeat. you recalled maybe a handful of occasions that it had come across the radio, often while you were making dinner or tidying up the flat.

it had never occurred to you how often it came to heung-min's attention either, though you were convinced now that he was listening to it more frequently on his own time. now you were even more curious what else he was drawing up on the internet.

heung-min was a curious individual, never afraid to try new things and resourceful when filling gaps between language barriers. there were a few odd bits that you would smooth over every once in awhile, but this—this was something new. and you didn't even know where to start.

it was pretty obvious that the man understood at least one use of the term to ask you so boldly, but still you had to check.

"wouldn't you prefer oppa?"

exchanging languages was a give and take between the two of you as you made house out of a home. from furniture arrangements to grocery store runs, you were each learning how to adapt and coexist. watching films together had to be your favorite when you meddled into more complex idioms and social constructs. apparently you had skipped over some important ones.

the man only shook his head, a prominent grin stretching his lips as he ripped a paper towel from the tether to help wipe up the dark liquid.

"oppa is different. it’s doesn’t give the same … impression as daddy."

what kind of ‘impression’ he was looking for would be an entirely different conversation to be had after you finished processing this one.

you really wish he would stop using that word so freely, at least for the sake of the heat blooming under your cheeks. it wasn't even worse because he knew what he was doing. the soft cackle under his breath evident of his intentions.

bracing your hands against the counter, you tried to gracefully mediate the situation.

"and why would you want me to call you that?"

it obviously wasn't a nickname he wished for in public. frequenting the spotlight came with the territory of miscommunication from the public. and with the prevalence of video recording, it would only take one stray ear to catch wind of a conversation and spin it into something bigger. granted this wouldn't be overly socially damning, but someone crafting a tale about your intimacy rubbed you wrong.

heung-min shrugged, but there was a pinch to his brow that indicated he was still thinking on it. the expression was enough to give you pause as you contemplated how much of this was a joke versus a serious inquiry. you couldn't put it past him to want to explore. the two of you were nearing your two year mark but rather agreeably settled in the relationship.

everyday presented an opportunity to test new boundaries, and apparently today was that lucky day.

"i prefer the way it sounds in english."

its your turn to observe, entranced, as a rosy hue colored the roundness of his cheeks. there was absolutely no doubt now that he had dabbled into the web to research just how different.

heung-min's dark eyes flickered up to catch yours, mouth turning a hitch downward as he read through your countenance.

"it doesn't need to be ... sexual."

but it would always be intimate. a word saturated with heavier elements no matter how lightly it was used. it's hommage would inevitably drag some toe-curling images to mind.

it was almost too beguiling to outwit your inquisitiveness. apparently the same could be said for heung-min if he had built up the courage to ask you outright.

but you knew this man, growing to love his playful and often curious person. he would prod at the idea but if you showed disinterest he'd back off with no further mention. he was endearingly considerate, enough so to make you want to experiment yourself.

your pause made the man apprehensive, lips parted with a mouthful of excuses to pull an emergency break on the conversation. but you weren't ready to give up just yet.

hand following the curve of the marble top, you slunk around to fit yourself between it and heung-min as you were the one to grin.

"how does the song go again ... mummy don't know daddy's getting hot."

the line of his throat hides your amusement as you roll to your toes to pepper nipping kisses to the curve of his jaw. before you reached your destination, his throat was already humming with a low moan while his hands came up to palm at your hips.

"at the body shop, doing something unholy—," a sharp gasp escaped as heung-min's hands dipped to grip onto your thighs to hoist them up around his waist.

it was certainly a fresh spark in your ever evolving relationship and something you couldn't skimp without at least attempting the taste of it.

nose to nose now, he was free to lean in and slot his mouth against yours. it was notably interesting, kissing a man whose mouth could split into a grin at any given opportunity. you couldn't help but laugh into his exhale.

'give me love, give me fendi, my balenciaga daddy.'

#son heung min x reader #son heung min imagines #son heung min fanfic #football x reader #football imagines #football fanfic #sonny x reader #im so sorry george

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https-sonshine · 1 year

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Another smutty fic could be:

Sonny is getting more into gaming with the lads and you’re just needy

He sees you lingering around him trying to find a way to get his attention but also not really wanting to disturb his game time. He smirks to himself thinking you’re too cute for your own good, he knows what you want but he’d rather watch and see what you’ll come up with.

He throws you a line to help and asks you, “hey baby, is there anything I can help you with” his eyes still on the screen just to show that he’s still invested in the game “umm I was wondering I could sit on your lap while you play, if it’s not too much trouble” you ask timidly

He glitched for a second but composed himself before you could notice, already starting to get hard at the thought of his needy girl want to sit on his lap, too shy to ask for what she really wants.

“Sure baby, come here” with open arms, you straddle him and stick your face in his neck.

It’s only 10 minutes in when you finally get too desperate and the fact that Minnie is just in shorts gets incredibly obvious, you just bite the bullet and ask him, whispering (almost whimpering) “minnie, can I ride your thigh”

Sonny drops his controller

You start rambling thinking you took it too far,,

“It’s okay you can say no, I just always wanted to you know what nevermind, you’re with the lads I’ll just go take a show-

He pulls you back to look into your eyes “you drive me crazy” grabs your neck and kisses you hard, grabs a hold of you hips and settles you on his thigh

And the rest could be smut

Here's your request as promised. Hope you like it. This is my first time writing smut so it might be all over the place. Not sure if I'll be writing smut again tho. I kept changing my mind on which perspective to follow before settling on first person, so there might be some slight inaccuracies i.e she being used instead of you. I did proofread it but knowing me I probably overlooked some. Anyways, enjoyy

word count: approx 1.8k words

warnings: nsfw, slight exhibitionism

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It wasn't particularly early in the morning, but the snowstorm and overcast sky made it feel like the dawn. They both walked around in their pyjamas as if they were groggy children. Your long brown hair cascaded past your shoulders and curled softly against your back, with some strands taking on a fiery hue in the low lighting. You were dressed in a tank top designed for curvier women. You wore it with your favourite pair of flannel pyjamas, patterned with a bold blue plaid and complimented your eyes. While holding your coffee, you watched Son play a video game. The band of his headset added to the flyaways in his dishevelled hair. His glasses rested on his nose as he focused on the game, and he mumbled sleepily into the headset every now and then. You leaned against the wall, a smile on your lips as you observed him. His fingers flew across the controller, skillfully working around each obstacle in the game.

You were used to it; you both played games together in your free time. However, today was different. You craved Son's undivided attention. No, you needed it. You desperately wanted to get his attention, yet you were too scared to ask for it, not wanting to appear clingy. You had tried every trick in the book to get his attention, but you could never keep it for more than a few moments.

He sees you lingering around him, trying to find a way to get his attention but also not really wanting to disturb his gaming time. He smirks, thinking you're too cute for your own good. He knows what you want, but he'd rather watch and see what you'll come up with. Sonny can tell you want his attention, but instead of giving it to you outright, he teases you with a smirk, revelling in your efforts to win it.

Sonny watches as you struggle to find the best way to get his attention.

He dangles an offer of assistance and asks, "Hey baby, is there anything I can help you with?" His eyes are still on the screen, and his focus on the game is unwavering. You take the bait, hopeful that you'll get his attention. Son glanced up and saw y/n wearing a grin that could only mean trouble. Your dimples were barely visible as you looked at him, distracting him from the game with a mere glance. "What's the deal with your grins?" he asked, returning his gaze to the game. You shrugged, taking a sip from your coffee. "You." You answered simply.

"Umm, I was wondering if I could sit on your lap while you play. If it's not too much trouble, I won't do anything. I know you're not a fan of exhibitionism," you inquire hesitantly.

His breath twitched for a split second, but he quickly composed himself. He turns towards you and gives a quick, barely perceptible nod as if to say yes before returning to the game. He was already starting to get hard at the thought of his needy girl wanting to sit on his lap, too shy to ask for what she really wanted. He cleared his throat and softly spoke, "Of course." A warmth spread through your body as he said the words, and you felt a sudden rush of excitement He finally gave you a light smile and opened his arms, inviting you to take the seat you wanted. You scoot closer and settle on his lap, your heart fluttering as you feel his body heat radiating around you. You straddle him as you bury your face in his neck. You could feel his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne, but most of all, you could feel him beginning to stir beneath you. It only takes ten minutes for you to reach your breaking point, at which point it becomes painfully obvious that Son is only wearing a pair of shorts. You take a deep breath and force yourself to ask, "Minnie, can I ride on your thigh? Your voice quivers and sounds almost desperate.

Sonny drops his controller. He glances away from the screen, finally giving you his full attention. You start talking incoherently, afraid that you've made him uncomfortable. "It's okay, you can say no, I just always wanted to, you know what, never mind, you're with the lads. I'll just go take a show-

He pulls you back to look into your eyes and says, "You drive me crazy." He grabs your neck, kisses you hard, grabs hold of your hips, and settles you on his thigh. You look into his eyes and let out a deep breath before connecting your lips. The kisses were soft and sweet, with his hands sliding around her form to pull her all the closer. Soon, the voices over his headset were calling him back to attention, and Son reluctantly detached from you to get back to the game.

You cast your gaze over his familiar form before settling to her knees beside him. As you opened the fly of his pyjamas without shame, he looked at her with a curious look and a furrowed brow. "What are you up to?" he asked, scooting his chair back to make more room for you. "Just teasing you some," you replied quietly, moving to settle more between his legs. He let out a quiet grumble as your fingers casually reached into the fabric to stroke his length. You looked up at him curiously and grinned, listening to him as he tried to keep his voice steady as he replied to a question on the headset. Gentle fingers stroked over him slowly, curling about his length to coax it into life. Her thumb played at the tip, slowly rolling over the slit to tease him just a bit. A gasp sounded from him, and his flesh lengthened steadily. You leaned forward, a triumphant smile on your lips, and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pyjamas. Son let out a little grumble as he moved, lifting enough to let you pull the garment down his thighs—to tumble around his feet. Soft fingers stroked over his right thigh, wandering from knee to hip as her right hand encircled the base of his length. Slowly, you ran your tongue over the tip, a gentle hum escaping as you took in his flavour. Son's breath came in a little faster as you drew the fleshy tip of his length into your mouth, your cheeks heaving in as you gently suckled on it. The slickness from your mouth made the glide of your wet fingers easy over his veined shaft, and soon you had him exactly how you wanted him: throbbing and wanting.

You let out a pleased moan as you nuzzled against your boyfriend's thigh, letting your lips and teeth graze lightly over the delicate skin not far from his sac. Your right hand continued to slowly stroke over him, your fingers teasingly stroking over his tip as your left hand moved to play over his balls. Son struggled to focus on the game. It was difficult for him to keep his hands on the controller and not work his fingers into your hair, pulling you against him as he desired. For the time being, he was at her mercy. Your tongue pressed to the underside of his length, slowly travelling up it. Occasionally, you would glance at the TV screen to see exactly what was happening in the game. As your tongue reached the tip of his length, you turned your head and let it slowly trail down the other side. Your gentle breath caressed his skin, cooling the moisture left behind as you moved. The light touch of your fingers never left him. Sometimes they would dabble over the tip of his length. Other times they would stroke over the inside of his thigh, letting your nails gently scratch over his skin—only to turn soft and gentle again as they toyed over his sack. Son's breath grew quicker, his dark eyes moving from the screen to you as you teased him. Your mouth never left his shaft, trading between soft, gentle licks against the veined skin and butterfly-light kisses over the moist paths. You teased him, hinting at taking him into your mouth but never quite getting there. Your lips would purse at his tip, taking just half of it in. The heat of your tongue would grind at his slit, your voice sending gentle vibrations against him as you moaned teasingly. He was shaking, and occasionally the wrong controls were being hit. His brows furrowed as he focused. Still, he didn't stop you. As he opened his mouth to say something, your lips enveloped him again, and this time you took nearly half his length into your mouth. All he could manage was a soft moan of your name, his head tilting back in pleasure for a moment. The tip of your tongue pressed against the back of his mouth as you lifted your tongue. The fingers wrapped around his shaft teasingly stroked from the base to where your lips were, slowly working him into your mouth. Son's resolve broke, his left hand moving from the controller to work into your silky hair as you pulled back on him. He wasn't forceful, just encouraging as he nudged you down, and you began to lower yourself again. His eyes remained focused on the screen, but he could hear your soft moans of pleasure and feel your arousal as your slickness dampened your panties and pyjamas. You pulled back to his tip, letting your tongue play at it as your fingers increased their pace teasingly.

"SONNY! It's you, man!" someone yelled over the headset, and he let out a quiet groan before hitting the push-to-talk key. "Sorry guys." He said this as his hands returned to the controller.

As you stroked him, you used your thumb to massage the underside of his length. You could hear his friends' excited voices through his headset. Son moved. His fingers entwined with your hair as he gently lifted you. You got up with his lips touching yours as he leaned down. Your lips remained pressed together, and Son took off his headset. His warm breath caressed your face as he pulled away, but the feeling of his lips still lingered. "We have to be quick. "Everyone's taking a 15-minute break."

You replied by running your fingers along his sides. He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes. "Tease." He spoke softly, biting your lower lip before pulling away from you just slightly. Your arms were braced against his desk as he turned you with guiding hands. "Tell me you want me." He ordered softly, the slight authority in his voice sending a chill down your spine. "I want you," you moaned, your long hair fanning out against the desk as she bowed her head. "So very, very badly." As you looked over your shoulder at him, you muttered. Your whisper soon turned into a loud moan as he drove into you, his thick length spreading your tight walls. The game now long forgotten.

#football fanfic #football imagine #son heung min #son heung min fanfic #son heung min imagines #son heung min x reader #tottenham hotspur

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moon068 · 1 year

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ACCOUNTS AND THEIR MASTERLISTS

NOTE:

I will update it continuously once new accounts and fanfics are posted.

I ONLY COMPILED ALL THE FANFICS THE ACCOUNTS HAVE POSTED.

UPDATED: 03/07/2023

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dreaamerwrites · 1 year

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[ (just a) bad day ]

couple: son heungmin x reader rating: PG tags: hurt, comfort, talks about beheading (yeah) from the drama my liberation notes. notes: the newcastle game was a massacre. i don't have the heart to have him say "i'm alright, i'm fine" because he wouldn't lie like that. but i just need to know that heungmin will have someone hold him tight and take him home. please listen to agust d's snooze, that's what i had quoted at the end. thanks. please support son heungmin's future. it will get better.

Before the final whistle blows, you are already down the tunnel, down the hall, expression grim as you scan the treatment room. Ryan finds you like this, his own expression ashen, having aged ten years through the match himself.

He’s in Treatment Room A. Hesitation. …I think he wants to be alone.

You thank Ryan but pay no heed to the message.

He’s not the one you need to see.

“Don’t.”

It is the first word shared in that dim, empty room and it forces you to stop in your tracks. Heungmin’s voice is rough and torn and tight. Your hand falters by the light switch before, finally, falling back to your side. You let him sit in the darkness, face illuminated only by the faint light that hums above the emergency exit.

You can barely recognize him in the darkness, but still you go to him.

“Don’t,” he repeats, more forcefully this time. “Stop.”

Still, you go to him.

From where he sits, his knees bump against your thighs and he resolutely refuses to give way. You step into his space regardless. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, his face finally comes into view. He has screwed his eyes shut now, mouth pressed into a grim line. You reach up to trace the faint scar above his eye, but hesitate, not quite touching him just yet.

You’ve been through so much.

What can I do to make this better?

Tell me where it hurts. I would take it all away if I could.

The words sit on the very tip of your tongue but you swallow them down. They are not the words he wants or needs to hear right now. He does not need to hear you ask how he feels or if he’s alright or if this is still the game that he has loved his whole goddamn life. He does not need your sympathy. He does not need your pity.

Right now, all he needs is…

“So. Bad day, huh?”

Your comment seems to come as such a surprise that he chokes out a pained laugh despite himself.

The sound is so sudden that it seems to startle the both of you equally – and then Heungmin’s eyes are open and he’s staring at you, eyes shining, disbelief clear as day on his face.

“What?” he chokes out, half-laugh and half-groan.

The pain is still evident on his face and this time you let yourself touch the scar. You press down on it slightly, tracing it with the very tip of your finger. He slowly reaches up, long fingers wrapping around your wrist. You half expect him to push your hand away.

He doesn’t.

He lets you linger there, his grip warm around your wrist and your touch gentle against his skin.

“Yeah,” he finally whispers back, incredulous laughter gone now. Something softening in his expression. “Had a real shit day today.”

You let your hand slide down until your palm cradles his cheek. He moves with you, grip never leaving yours as he leans into your touch. He swallows thickly and you can hear it in the silence that sits between you. Your own eyes prickle with the heat and promise of oncoming tears, but you swallow that down with him too.

His hair is still damp from the showers and he smells of your shampoo. A stray droplet lands on the back of your hand. Still, you do not move away.

“I know,” you whisper into the darkness. “I know.”

(You had been watching a drama a few months back.

The woman on the television screen had a crazed look in her eyes, sitting across the cafe table from her blind date, explaining why she was dubbed the Pick Up Girl by all of her friends.

Once, with my friends, we were talking about what true love was. I was reminded of something I saw in a textbook when I was a child. It was about a woman who ran to pick up the severed head of her husband in her skirt.

When I was young, it was too gruesome for me to understand. But now, as an adult, I found myself agreeing. Yes, I would pick it up. I would have to pick it up. I can’t let it fall to the ground, I must catch it in my skirt.

Heungmin had burst out laughing, then. The man sitting across from her in the scene appeared horrified, but Heungmin had only appeared delighted.

He had pressed a loud raspberry to the side of your neck then.

“Would you catch me too?” he had teased, nosing into the crook of your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, mouth dragging along the skin there as he laughed loudly. You had laughed back, shivering at the ticklish touch.

It had been a joke then.

But today, you were reminded of it.

Perched in the stands, watching his team go down in flames. Watching the light leave his eyes as more and more fans exited the stadium. Watching as his shoulders heaved beneath the heavy weight of loss and failure and disappointment.

Several family members had looked away by then. His agent had slumped back in his seat, scrolling through his phone anxiously, clearly anticipating the press and media that would be awaiting him at the end of the tunnel.

Only Heungmin’s father and you had kept watching.

You did not look away. You refused to look away. Even when the booing only grew exponentially in volume, even when his teammates fumbled yet another horrible, horrible ball. You kept your eyes on the game, you kept your eyes on him. Only when his number appeared on the screen to be subbed out, did you finally let out the breath you had been holding.

Heungmin hadn’t spared a second glance towards your box when he was subbed out. You couldn’t blame him. He probably hadn’t had the heart to look.

If he had looked… if he had looked back at you…

If he had looked back: he would’ve seen you looking right back at him. He would’ve seen you finally, slowly, sitting back down in your seat, his father taking his seat beside you as well.

His father hadn’t said much in the box – he never did.

But when his hand had found yours in your lap, grip tight, you knew he was saying more than words ever could.

Thank you. Thank you for watching Heungmin until the very end. Thank you for catching Heungmin, even when the world waits to tear him apart, limb by limb. Thank you. Thank you.

If your throat hadn’t been so tight, you would’ve responded: Don’t thank me. I will always watch him. I will always catch him.

Instead, you had simply covered his hand with your own.

The truest love there ever was.)

Heungmin finally shifts. He parts his legs, lets you slide between them until you are flush against him, even from where he sits on this treatment table.

You let both of your arms reach up and around his neck, wrapping around his shoulders, his own dropping to fold around your waist. His grip is almost painfully tight as he burrows into you, solid and warm. His heartbeat thrums in your ear and you match your own breaths to the sound.

“I know,” you repeat again, voice muffled against the soft fabric of his tee. “I’m here, I’m right here.”

He holds onto you like a man drowning.

I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.

“Let’s go home.”

Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay

#son heung min x reader #son heung min imagines #son heungmin #soccer fanfic #not proofread bc i'm still recovering from this horrible game too #someone hug heungmin and someone hug me ty

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moonlbabe · 5 months

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itsabitcloudy · 1 year

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Sleepy Sonny

Summary: After a long day, Heung-min sleepily crawls into bed with you while you were absorbed in a book. He lays his head on your shoulder, and occasionally reads a page of your book while lapsing into a deep sleep. Once you find out He is asleep, you gently lay him down, cover him, and turn out the light.

Warnings: None

Author's Note: If you have a request just hit me up. Hope you like it.

It was late at night, and you were sitting in bed, absorbed in a book. You were so engrossed in the story that you didn't even notice Heung-min come into the room until he crawled into bed beside you and laid his head on your shoulder.

You looked down at him and smiled, amused by how tired he looked. He had been at training all day, and it was clear that he was exhausted.

"Rough day?" you asked, gently stroking his hair.

Heung-min nodded, but didn't say anything. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clearly trying to relax. You didn't mind. You continued reading her book, content to have Heung-min beside you.

As the minutes ticked by, you noticed that Heung-min had drifted off to sleep. You chuckled softly to yourself, wondering how long he had been trying to stay awake.

You continued reading for a while, occasionally feeling Heung-min stir or shift in his sleep. At one point, you noticed that he had even tried to read along with you.

You smiled and shook your head, finding the sight of Heung-min sleepily trying to read your book both cute and endearing.

But eventually, you realized that Heung-min was truly asleep, his breathing slow and even. You gently laid him down on the pillow beside you, tucking the blanket around him to keep him warm.

You turned out the light and settled back into bed, feeling content and peaceful with Heung-min beside you. You couldn't help but smile as you thought about you relationship, about how you had found each other despite living in different countries, and how you were able to find comfort and love in the simple moments you shared.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that there would be many more nights like this to come, where you and him would find solace and comfort in each other's arms.

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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Take Care

Son Heungmin

Sonny is recovering from an injury and he’s going away for the world cup. [Requested]

Warm food was ready on the table. She had bought those bath bombs that he liked, refilled his favourite soap, and replaced the empty bottle of face toner. She had changed the bed sheet and covers. The aromatherapy candle in the bedroom was ready to be lit. She had set the house to perfection and got everything ready so Sonny would have the best comfort.

She had felt the horror just over a week ago when she received the news about Sonny being injured. Things had been a blur since. Some examinations, a surgery, recovery sessions, and endless discussions about the world cup. Even though a fractured eye socket wasn’t a huge injury, it didn’t make it less overwhelming especially when Sonny’s participation at the biggest tournament is at stake.

But thankfully everything was going the right way. Sonny was all better now and was confirmed to be a part of the world cup squad. He’d started to do his own sessions of training and today he’d gone to the stadium to watch the match; she’d chosen to use the time to clean the house and do things she hadn’t had the time to do.

The night was getting deeper, but she patiently waited for Sonny to come home. She rushed to the door when she heard Sonny’s car pull up. Even though she knew he was okay—she saw those photos of him and Rodrigo after the match, both men had wide smiles plastered on their faces—she couldn’t help but to worry. She had actually asked him to stay home but he insisted on going, saying he needed to watch the last match and see his mates before going away for the world cup.

“Hi. You okay?” She asked, welcoming Sonny with a hug.

“I’m okay. Like I promised, I came home safely. All good. Nothing to worry about.”

“I simply can’t not worry about you.” She hugged him a little bit tighter. After the injury she had been feeling awful every time she had to let Sonny get out of the house. She honestly would prefer to have him stay home so he could always be under her watch.

Sonny led himself to the kitchen as she asked him about how the match had gone, she trailed behind him. He animatedly bragged about how Rodrigo had scored two goals, how the boys had put on a fight. Sonny looked genuinely happy and that gave her a little bit of relief, mostly because he’d been a little bit down lately because of the injury.

“The mood was good. It was nice to get a win before the break. Everyone was happy and— Wait a minute.” Sonny only wanted to get some water at first, but the sight of the dining table caught his eye, so he stopped. “You cooked? Oh, no. I already had dinner, babe.” He turned to her with an apologetic look.

“I know. It’s fine. I just cooked a bit just in case you were hungry,” she shrugged. “Do you want to just take a bath? I’ll run the water.”

Sonny immediately took a seat and picked up a fork. It was already too late for dinner and he really shouldn’t be taking any more carbs today. Though he knew she wouldn’t even get upset if he didn’t eat it, the food she had cooked was still warm and looked very appetising. He couldn’t resist, especially when he knew it was going to be good.

“Baby, this is so good,” he commented as he munch on the food. His eyes sparkled like it always did every time he ate her food, which gave her that warm and fulfilling feeling. He gave her a smile, which was infectious, she smiled too. “I need to have some bites. Please don’t tell my nutritionist.”

She giggled as she ran her hand through his hair. “I won’t. How about the bath? You feel like taking a warm bath before bed?”

A cheeky grin appeared on Sonny’s face, and he nodded.

—

“I feel like it’s my birthday. You’re kind of spoiling me tonight,” Sonny said as he got in the bathtub. The water was turquoise and smelled nice from the bathbomb; his favourite one, he always said that it made him calm and relaxed. “This is really comfortable, innit?”

“You tell me,” she said, pulling up a stool so she could sit near him beside the bathtub. “I think you’re really gonna have a good night's sleep tonight. Watched a fun match, ate good food, end the day with a warm bath…”

“I know. Today was a good day. Almost feels like my birthday because I feel like you’re spoiling me.” Sonny reached for her hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Thank you.”

She shrugged. “It’s not much.”

“No. Thank you for everything. You’ve been taking a really good care of me. I really don’t know what I’d do without you,” Sonny said, staring into her eyes. She knew he meant every word, she could feel how genuine he was being.

She let out a little sigh as her other hand went to his face. She graced her fingers on his cheek very carefully, still scared to hurt him even though he said that he no longer felt any pain. Sonny seemed to melt into her gentle touch, closing his eyes and slightly leaning his head, wanting more of it. She, on the other hand, felt her heart clenched when she stared at his healing scar.

“I’d do anything to help my baby recover and stay fit. He needs to captain his country at the world cup, remember?” She gave him a reassuring smile. Sonny drew her hand closer to his lips and placed a kiss on it.

—

“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself,” she muttered. The worry was creeping back and it showed in her voice. It was quite a tiring day for her and it was time to get some rest, but she just couldn’t stop thinking. “Listen to your coaches, get enough rest, have fun.”

They were in bed, lying face to face as their hands linked. Both were wearing matching pyjamas, covered by a warm blanket. Sonny was already drifting to sleep and honestly she could easily fall asleep too now, but she still wanted to use the opportunity to just stare at his beautiful face.

Sonny was going to leave in three days for the world cup, they’d be away from each other for a moment. She’d go with his family once the tournament started but they would only have very limited time to see him, so she was determined that she’d make the best out of the next three days with him.

“Are you still listening?”

“Hmmm,” Sonny responded.

“Promise me you won’t get injured again…”

“Can’t promise that. But I’ll try,” he vaguely mumbled.

“Promise me you’ll win the games.”

“I’ll try…”

Her lips perked into a small smile when Sonny opened his sleepy eyes and blinked them slowly a couple of times before meeting hers. “I need you to promise me something too,” he said. He sounded rather serious. “Take care of yourself. You’ve been stressing out so much, so once I depart for the world cup, I want you to take a break, have time for yourself.”

She simply nodded.

“Go have lunch with your best friends, bake some cookies, go shopping, do whatever you want. Okay? Stop worrying me for a second. I’ll be fine. Okay?”

She giggled and shuffled closer to put a kiss on his cheek. “Okay, I promise,” she said, kissing his cheek once again.

“Come here, now.”

Sonny opened his arms and she fell right into his embrace. He hugged her tight and caressed her back, kissing her on her forehead. She put her palm against her chest, feeling it heaving up and down, feeling his heartbeat. The conversation eventually ended and it didn’t take long until they both fell asleep. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, knowing that this had been a good day, for the first time in what felt like forever. She didn’t mind that it had been rough lately, but all that matters was that Sonny was happy again and getting his spirit back. And maybe she had to give herself a little credit for that.

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thank you for everyone who has been reading my sonny fics, i really appreciate it🥺 i hope you enjoy them!

i hope you liked this one too. i currently take requests so you can send them in! likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated. thank you!💖

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chilly-me-softly · 2 years

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hii do you still write for son heung min? if you did please can i request, if not its totally fine ☺️

so, which reader and sonny married for 3 years and one day sonny told reader that its the right time to have kids now cause he want to bring his baby to every game

AND they did it, reader got pregnant and at his game when the match is finish (like at the end family member can be on the pitch to meet the player) and surprise him with the ultrasound scan of the baby 😉 thank you

if you don’t write for sonny anymore, its can be mason mount

I can't say no to a sonny fic, I really loved the request btw! x

The last home game of the season is a time when all the families come together to celebrate one more season completed and all that has been achieved in it. It's the moment when the players thank the fans for their immense support, when the kids are free to play on the field carefree. You have been living it for years now and each time is like the first.

You and your husband go around chatting a little with everyone, or rather you doing the chatting and him trying to steal the children from their parents to play with. And it's so nice to be together in harmony like that, after that final whistle it's as if everything cancels out to make room only for fun and carefreeness.

And that evening when you and Sonny get home, you notice that the boy doesn't stop staring at you no matter what you do. He has an adorable expression on his face, but you can't help but giggle embarrassed. After all the years together, he still has the same effect on you after all.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how you'd be as a mum" his bluntness leaves you speechless, the tea towel in your hand slipping away.

"What?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything" he moves closer to you wrapping his hands around your waist, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

"Just surprised, that's all" you shrug as a smile now makes its way onto your face, "What made you think that?"

"Today. It's this day actually, where everyone brings their wives and kids and has fun. Seeing you with Harry's kids and the others made me think what it would be like with one of our own. Taking them to games, seeing them cheering for me with my number on the back..."

"I thought you wanted to wait until you retired" having children was something you had always wanted but at that moment it was more a thought in the back of your mind despite you and Sonny having been married for three years now. You always thought it wasn't the right time given Sonny's career, knowing how bad he would feel about losing important milestone in his children's lives.

"I thought so too, but I guess it was always just fear. Of not being able to carry on with everything and leaving you alone. But when I saw you today, I just found myself thinking about how much I want to have a baby with you"

"You want a baby? Now?" you don't know what to say, the only thing you can do is check that you haven't misunderstood as tears mist your eyes and for a moment your throat closes in emotion. He chuckles, holding you close with one arm as his other hand goes to caress your cheek.

"Only if you want too, I don't want to push you. If you need time to think about it..."

"No" you shake your head decisively, "I told you before, I'm ready when you're ready" Sonny leans in slightly so as to kiss you before holding you tightly, your head going wild and the smiles on your faces making no sign of wanting to disappear.

"You know I wish my children, our children, could see what I do, not imagine it from some story"

"They will, and they'll be so damn proud"

Time had been very busy, but that doesn't mean you hadn't tried. Sonny had had to leave for some international duties, you had attended a few weddings of both your own and his friends, and then the pre-season had begun. It all seemed to go by in the blink of an eye, but you had certainly ensured that you could carve out moments alone as a couple.

You knew the moment would come and you had been waiting for it, but neither of you wanted to make it an obsession. You had enjoyed the quiet moments without any commitments to rest, relax and enjoy yourselves. Because Sonny especially needed it to recharge himself as much as possible for the new season that was approaching with a burst of excitement.

And there was something you had recently discovered, something you could no longer keep to yourself but at the same time you wanted it said in some special way. You were pregnant. You had made it.

You had been feeling weird for days, your head in the clouds, but you didn't want to admit what your head had been thinking all along. So as not to create false expectations. You hadn't told Sonny because he was preparing for the last pre-season game and needed to concentrate, but taking advantage of his absence you had worked up the courage.

Pretending the test hadn't come back positive, however briefly, had been torture. But the time had finally come to break the news to Sonny, at the stadium after the first game of the new season. You had thought that a special moment like that required a special place.

You are a little nervous, trying not to let anything out until the appointed time even though as soon as you stop to think what you are about to do your eyes fill with tears. And when the final whistle blows, you leap from your seat like a spring.

You stop in the tunnel where a stream of people come and go trying to spot Sonny, your heart pounding, and you're beyond excited now. You bump into Eric and breathe a sigh of relief at seeing a friendly face, he walks away with a promise to get Sonny to you as soon as possible.

You stay still in that place playing nervously with your ring until you see him and a smile paints itself on your face, same on his but with a hint of worry.

"Hey, Eric told me you were here" he leaves a kiss on your lips as you nod.

"Yeah sorry, I know it wasn't the plan but I need to talk to you"

"Okay" you let go of one of his hands for a moment so you can take something out of your pocket and he looks carefully and curiously at that white paper you extend to him.

"What is it?" it's thicker than just a sheet of paper and his instincts lead him to turn it over in his hands, catching sight of something on the other side. It's a black and white photo and he gasps in surprise when he recognises the ultrasound scan.

"I'm pregnant Sonny" you whisper with your voice broken with emotion, a soft expression on your face as you can't hold back a few tears.

"Oh my god. Oh my god!" he finally looks into your eyes and in an instant you're in his arms, laughing with your face buried in his neck as he spins you on the spot. "We're having a baby ooh I can't believe it!"

"Put me down" you giggle and as soon as your feet touch the ground, Sonny places his hands gently at your sides massaging your cheeks with his thumbs.

"We're going to have a baby" he murmurs almost on your lips as you nod vividly and the sweet kiss you exchange brings in all the joy for that new part of your lives.

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Treasure

please, listen to "Treasure" by CLEW and PAME while reading 🤍

GENDER NEUTRAL Y/N

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow on the calm beach of Bali, you found yourself on the porch of the intimate villa Sonny had booked for your romantic escape. A gentle breeze played with your hair, carrying the soothing melodies of "Treasure" by CLEW and PAME playing softly in the background. Wrapped in Sonny's arms, the serene ambiance and the picturesque surroundings combined to create a moment of sheer joy, as if you were suspended in time.

His strong embrace pulled you closer and you could feel his heartbeat creating a comforting rhythm against your back. Swaying together, the outside world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a secluded sanctuary of love.

The song's lyrics escaped Sonny's lips in a tender whisper, caressing your ear like a sweet serenade. "I'm yours, you're mine," he murmured with sincerity and affection. Those simple words resonated deeply, affirming the unbreakable bond you shared that had blossomed over the past two years.

Leaning back into his warmth, you admired the breathtaking panorama. The crystal-clear sea met the pristine sand, and the rhythmic waves provided a melodic accompaniment to your dance, serenading your souls entwined in love.

The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange, pink, and purple, casting a romantic glow. The air carried the fragrance of tropical blooms, and the distant calls of exotic birds added to the enchantment, creating a natural symphony.

Swaying in Sonny's embrace, gratitude washed over you for this idyllic moment—a rare gift away from the outside world. In this secluded haven, your focus was solely on each other, nurturing your love and crafting cherished memories.

Sonny's warm embrace and whispered words enveloped you in a cocoon of love, shielding you from worries. In his arms, you felt secure, cherished, and profoundly loved. The connection between you grew with every sway and whispered lyric, reminiscent of the ceaseless waves crashing against the shore.

As the final notes of the song drifted away, you turned in Sonny's arms, exchanging a radiant smile. His eyes, filled with adoration, locked with yours, and in that instant, you knew your love story would unfold, weaving through the tapestry of your lives.

Hand in hand, you descended from the porch, strolling toward the beach where the waves tenderly met the shore. The future held uncertainties, but surrounded by nature's beauty and the love that bound you, a sense of infinite possibilities washed over you. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant colors, you were certain your love, akin to the treasure you both were to each other, would shine brighter with each passing day.

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notsoattractivearenti · 10 months

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How about some Sonny angst - maybe him being rash/stressed out n breaking up (happy ending please). Or maybe some Sonny jealous imagine - will be amusing to see mr nice guy being all jealous n petty lol

ok i’m drawn at the second idea so gonna write that one! and this turns out to be WAYYYY longer than i expected lmao thanks for sending it in 🫶🏻

ps: i tried to make it gender neutral but somehow i ended up with female reader 😅 nonetheless pls enjoy!

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You and Sonny have been involved in an undefined relationship for a while but nobody knows about your situation. Since Sonny is a very well-known football player in the world, you both thought keeping this “situationship” private would be the best thing to do. He also was very protective of you, so he would do anything to keep you safe especially from mean comments strangers would make just because you are seeing their favorite footballer. Even though you were clearly into each other, defining your relationship was something he was kept avoiding.

One day, you two decided to meet in a pub to have some drinks after his training. You arrived there first, sat on a booth then ordered your drink and snacks. As you were waiting for your boyfriend, a random guy came over to you.

“Hey, sorry, I couldn’t help but notice a beautiful person sitting here alone. May I sit here while you wait for… a friend?”

“Um, thanks but I’m good waiting by myself.” You politely refused his offer.

“Ah, okay,” he nodded, “but uh, I have to ask: are you single?”

“Uh…”

That simple question got you startled. Am I single? But I don’t think I am… Yet Sonny has never called me his girlfriend, hasn’t he? You thought to yourself.

Sonny walked into the pub and saw you – and the guy who was hitting on you. He frowned, why the fuck that guy leaning close to Y/N like that? He came closer and sat on the booth behind you, trying to eavesdrop the conversation.

Little did he know, you could smell his perfume. You knew he was there, yet he acted like he was being incognito. You thought this was an opportunity to see whatever reaction you might be getting from him.

“Why do you want to know whether I’m single or not?”

“Because you’re so fine and usually girls like you aren’t single,” he replied, “but lucky me if you are.”

You wanted to vomit but you had to act cool, you still haven’t had any reaction from Sonny.

“Oh wow, if I am what would you do?”

“I want to ask you out on a date, maybe… Soon?”

Good God, say something Sonny! You were pretty upset that he was still silent. What you didn’t know was that Son was already annoyed and about to be filled with rage – and ever since you first got to know him, he was always that “Mr. Nice Guy” people love so much.

“Here,” the guy grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket then hand it to you, “would you write down your name and number?”

You hesitated to give him your name let alone your number, so you wrote your real name but fake phone number.

“I’ll call you later,” he looked at the paper, “Y/N.”

As the guy walked away, Sonny moved away from his booth and came over to you – pretending he just arrived.

“Hey, sorry I’m late” He said flatly as he sat down across you.

“That’s fine.”

“So, was that guy a friend of yours I didn’t know about?”

“What guy?” You acted confused. “Oh, that guy? Nah, he was just hitting on me.”

“Oh,” he tried to hide his jealousy, “what did he say?”

“Doesn’t matter…” you paused. “Does it?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

“Did he ask for your number too?”

“Matter of fact, he did. And I gave it to him.”

He went silent for a while before murmuring “Good for you.”

Instead of being chatty like always, he barely said anything. He seemed very visibly upset but he wouldn’t admit he was jealous.

“Okay, I’ve had enough. If you have something you want to tell me, please, tell it to my face!” You confronted him.

He took a deep breath, trying not to lose his mind.

“I… I don’t like the fact that you gave another guy a chance to date you!”

“And why is that??? I mean, you can’t even call me your girlfriend! I don’t even know what we are!”

“I- You know what, that’s it.”

He got off his seat and walked over to the guy who hit on you before.

“Hey buddy, I’m gonna have to ask for my girlfriend’s numbers back.” He said to the guy as he pointed at you.

You heard him referring to you as “my girlfriend” for the first time and you felt happier than ever.

“Sorry, but she said she was single?”

“Well that’s my fault for not telling her soon, but she is not. She’s my girl and no one has a chance with her but me.”

“No,” the guy refused, “she gave it to me and I deserve to keep it.”

Sonny was about to lose his mind until you dragged him away before anything he would regret happened.

“Don’t be stupid, I didn’t gave him my real number.” You said quietly.

He looked confused. “Wha- Huh? Why?”

“I knew you were listening the whole time yet you didn’t do anything the whole time. I was just messing with you… Though I kinda regret it now.”

He shook his head. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair. Please don’t do that ever again.”

You smiled and kissed him.

“Of course I won’t… You’re my boyfriend now.” You said softly.

“Although…” you smirked, “you look hot when you’re jealous.”

His cheeks turned red. “Y/N… Stop!”

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Also cruising with sonny late night listening to music in his car 🥹🥲

His hand on ur thigh windows down and you could be singing to him

*sure thing by Miguel*

authors note: heyy, here's your request. i wasn't sure what vibe/genre you were going for but hopefully, you'll like this. i think this might be one of my personal favs

word count: approx 1.1k words

warnings: none, pure fluff maybe a twinge of angst if you squint your eyes

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"Come on, I can't sleep." Son's comment elicited a sleepy groan from the girl beside him.

"So you won't go on a drive with me? He lowered his head until his face was almost touching yours.

"Sonny, it's 1 AM." you stirred, your eyes still closed.

"And?" he said before brushing your forehead with his lips.

He observes as you scoff at the sheer audacity he has to wake you up.

"Come on, you've been down since you came back from France, the drive will cheer you up, and I want to see my favourite girl smile," he whined. You groaned but then reluctantly opened your eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'll even buy you food." He said, trying to bribe you. You rolled your eyes, and a small smile escaped your lips

Not only because the food sounded good but so did spending time with Son. It's true that you've been upset over the last few days. It was also true that it had something to do with your recent trip to France. But you weren't ready to talk about it yet, and you are grateful to Sonny for not pressuring you to open up.

"Fine," you grumble, "But I better get my food."

"I swear all you do is eat. Maybe your new nickname should be piggy," he said before breaking into his famous laugh, which quickly died down once he caught you sending daggers.

"Do you want to go on a drive alone? I swear you hang around Dele too much," you said, rolling your eyes before getting up from the bed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he hugged you from behind, leaning heavily on you.

"I can't change with you on me." You shook your head, attempting to ignore the warmth his embrace provided.

"Say you forgive me." He leaned away and looked into your eyes, his expression pleading for understanding

"I forgive you," you uttered the words reluctantly, unsure if you meant them.

He turned you around in his hands. "I don't believe you."

You sighed, your anger dissipating as you looked into his eyes. You couldn't stay mad at him when he looked at you with that adorable pout.

"I," you say softly, kissing his neck.

"For" you, leave one on his left cheek.

"Give", and you leave another on his right.

"You," you let out before lightly connecting your lips with his.

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You had to admit that drives with Sonny were the best. You felt something you couldn't put into words as the two of you watched the world fade together. His hand was gently resting inside your thigh. A feeling you wouldn't trade. You felt safe, secure, and deeply connected to him.

He turns on the music, and that's what fills the silence inside the car.

You are a big fan of r&b music, so it wasn't a surprise that you were singing along to the chorus of Sure Thing not very long into the drive.

Even when the sky comes falling

Even when the sun don't shine

I got faith in you and I

He wished that he could tell what you were thinking. He didn't want to admit it, but he was addicted to the girl sitting beside him. He knew he wasn't your usual type. He was surprised you two lasted so long. But he was grateful for meeting you. All he wanted to do was remove all the pain in your life and replace it with joy.

So put your pretty little hand in mine.

Finally, you sang, squeezing his hand with your tighs and making him look.

You closed your eyes and bopped your head in time to the music, seemingly oblivious to anything around you. Son was completely captivated; he couldn't tear his gaze away from you.

"You might want to pay attention to the road unless you want us to die," you said with a hint of playfulness. Your words startled him out of his trance.

Son smiles at you and listens to you sing for the rest of the drive.

At some point during your trip, you guys stopped to get food. Doing rock, paper, scissors to decide who would choose the place to eat. You won and settled on some maccies. You two sat in the car, belting out tunes while eating, having the time of your lives no worries, and completely stress-free.

You wished every day could be like this.

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When you looked out the window, the people, the lights, the trees, and the night sky all blurred together into one chaotic palette.

It was as if only you and Son existed, with everyone else a mere speck on the canvas of your life.

With the man beside you, contentment was the only emotion you felt. Even that was an understatement.

You were slowly lulled to sleep by the light breeze on your face, your mouth slightly open and a calm expression on your face. Son smiled to himself as he stopped at a red light. He leaned across and gently kissed the crown of your head. His lips lingered for a moment longer, and he inhaled deeply before closing his eyes, savouring the moment. A fragment of your singing had stuck in his mind, and he recalled it.

If you be the cash, I'll be the rubber band

You be the match, I will be a fuse, boom!

You sang, your face hidden behind your hands. Your face only reappeared as you said the final word. He could tell you loved the way the song made you feel as you danced back and forth in your seat.

Painter baby, you could be the muse

I'm the reporter, baby you could be the news

He was wide-eyed, so amused by you and your voice. You could have fooled him into thinking he was a pirate and you were a siren trying to entice him. It was like he was stuck in a trance, absolutely in awe.

'Cause you're the cigarette and I'm the smoker

We raise a bet 'cause you're the joker

You poked his shoulder with a grin. His heart skipped a beat, and he smiled as he watched you. Everyone has an addiction, and he was sure you were his.

Checked off, you are the chalk and I could be the blackboard

And you can be the talk and I could be the walk

As you sang quietly, you didn't notice the man watching you with a flushed face and a lovesick look on his face. The words "I love you" came out of his mouth unexpectedly.

You stopped singing, stunned and embarrassed by the sudden outburst.

You were so flustered, and he thought it was adorable. The corners of his eyes crinkle as his smile broadens.

With those precious moments of your angelic voice, he knew you were the girl he wanted to marry.

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