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latherinhoney · 6 months

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2:00 am

(jake & heeseung - enhypen)

genre: college au

description: heeseung, jake and you have been best friends since forever, going off to the same college and even sharing an apt together. Finding time to relieve yourself can be difficult, especially living with other people since you don't want to be caught but what if it was your best friend? What if they offered to help you out in the name of being best friends and that they always help each other out no matter the situation.

5.3k words

warnings: 18+, hard smut, breeding/creampie, double penetration, anal, eating out, nipple play, some cock warming, overstim, masturbation, getting caught, use of sex toys, pet names, best friends to lovers kinda?? they just wanna fuck one another

a/n: hello hello, it's been a while since i've posted something but I had a request for a heejake x reader smut and decided why not? this is probably the longest smut i've ever worked on, it's pretty filthy lmao but as always i hope you enjoy and send me any requests! :)

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The three of you had been sharing an apartment ever since they finally let you move out of the dorms your freshman year. Jake, Heeseung and you had been friends since basically forever. Everyone always said how you guys were basically attached at the hip and did everything together.

When senior year rolled around, you guys couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from one another, going to different schools so you guys agreed to apply to the same schools. Luckily fate was on your guys side and you all got accepted into the same school.

Though you guys did have have your occasional fights and bickering, you couldn’t imagine yourself anywhere else. You all complemented each other very well and meshed together. Since you were broke college students, you obviously couldn’t splurge for the nicest apartment but you guys managed to find a 2 bedroom for an amazing price. Jake and Heeseung shared a room and they gave you the honors of having your own bedroom.

It was great having your own room, it was decorated the way you wanted and was the perfect place for when Heeseung and Jake started getting a little too annoying. The talk of significant others and hookups came often as you would all ask each other if you could bring back someone home. Hearing the main door close and open plus the shuffling of feet. Then hearing the bedroom door close shut and the noise of the bed hitting against the wall echoing throughout the apartment.

Jake was notorious for bringing girls back home to the apartment for his late night hookups. Considering he was at frat parties so often it was basically like was apart of a fraternity. At least once a week he was coming home with a new girl, to which he would send a text ahead of time and which meant Heeseung and you would be roomates for the night. On the other hand Heeseung wasn’t much of a hookup culture guy although his looks could say otherwise, he only par took in them occasionally. He preferred to stay in and do whatever activity he pleased over finding some girl to hookup with. Though with you, you never really participated in hookups. Only having had one serious boyfriend in your lifetime it was just something that didn’t interest you.

Though that didn’t mean you we’re a complete angel. Hidden in the nightstand next to your bed was your collection of toys. When the guys were out of the apartment, it was your time for your fix. Thankfully you’d never been caught by Jake or Heeseung but have had very close calls. Just last week when they we’re both out of the house, you we’re riding your dildo using your vibrator, so close to hitting your peak. “Fuck” you had moaned throwing your head back. You kept the vibrator on your clit as you could feel your stomach bubbling. “Ima cum soon” you whimpered out to yourself. That’s when you heard keys moving and the main door open. You had forgotten to lock your bedroom door and there was a 50/50 chance that Heeseung would pop in. Immediately lunging up, you shut the door and locked it. That was an extremely close call. Ever since then you were extremely careful and planned out when you we’re going to masturbate to minimize the chance of them potentially walking in on you. Though as of recently they we’re home a lot more then usual and it was starting to drive you slightly insane. You hadn’t been able to find a chance to relieve yourself and it was starting to get to you.

“ You okay?” Jake asked tilting his head.

“I’m okay” you muttered “Just slightly irritated is all.”

“Hmmm well what’s irritating you?”

“Ah it’s nothing, don’t worry I’ll take care of it”

“It doesn’t seem like nothing but if you ever need help, Heeseung and me always here for whatever it is”

That night you lied in your bed wondering what the hell Jake meant by that. The way he had said “for whatever it is” your imagination started running wild. Did he know? Could he tell? So many questions swirled around inside your head. Did he mean something else with different intentions? “No, this is stupid” you thought to yourself “How could I think that one of my bestest friends wanted to fuck me? Don’t be stupid” You snapped out of it and turned over on your bed and looked at the clock 2:00am. Everyone was asleep by now, so it was either going to be now or never. You looked over at your door to make sure it was closed and started slowly opened your nightstand to reveal your array of toys.

It’d been so long since you last masturbated that you we’re becoming impatient fumbling around grabbing a toy. You quietly slid down your pants making sure that you weren’t making any noise that Jake and Heeseung could hear from the other room. You then slipped off your underwear throwing it to the side of the bed. Reaching your hand down, you started rubbing your clit. You pratically moaned at how good it felt since it’d been so long. Quickening your pace, you grew wetter and wetter.

Moving your hand down to grab some of your arousal to continue rubbing your cilt. The noises your body were making were so lewd, that in the back of your mind you we’re praying that Heeseung or Jake wouldn’t wake up. As you continued rubbing your clit, an aching feeling grew in your core, the feeling of needing to be stuffed. You reached over to grab your dildo and aglined up with your entrance, slowly pushing it in.

It’d been a while so the stretch was a little uncomfortable but not unwelcome. Gasping at how good it felt, you continued to warm up to it until it fully slipped in. Slowly moving it in and out you started to quicken the pace. Rubbing your clit at the same time you could feel your mind slowly slipping.

Needing to bite your tongue to keep your whimpers in, you continued moving the dildo at a quickened pace. “Fuck” you whispered out, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer with the warm feeling quickly growing in your stomach. You kept going at a relentless pace, the tip of the dildo rubbing over your g-spot with every thrust. “FuckFuckFuck” you continued whispering out. The feeling in your stomach getting tighter by the second.

While almost getting to the brink of your climax that’s when you failed to hear footsteps walking towards your door. Heeseung woke up groggy in the middle of the night, looking at his phone he saw that it was 2:00am. He set his phone back down and got out of bed to use the restroom. In his groggy state he used the restroom and went over to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water and that’s when he heard it. He saw that the lights in your room we’re still dimly on and could hear noise coming from your room. He found it odd since you would usually have your lights off by this time. Finishing his glass of water, he started walking over to your room.

He could hear noise from your room but couldn’t exactly make out what it was. Since you guys we’re so close with one another you usually didn’t have to knock on each others doors. If the doorknob was locked that’s when you knew the other person wanted privacy. That’s when Heesung opened the door, watching you about to hit your climax. He stood there frozen like a statue realizing what he had just walked into. It was too late for you stop when out of the corner of your eye you saw your bedroom door swing open, looking at Heeseung standing in your doorframe dumbfounded.

“Fuck” you moaned out as you reached your peak arching your back off the bed. Not being able to stop you continued riding your high out until you came down from your peak. You then embarrassed reached to grab your blankets and quickly throw them over yourself. You could feel the heat on your face growing stronger from the embarrassment of getting caught.

“Can I help you?” you breathe out slightly panting.

“Uhmm…uhmmm” Heeseung stammers out, as his face slowly grows bright red.

Not being able to get the words out of his mouth he steps back and slams the door shut.

“Oh my fucking god, no way” Heeseung whispers panickedly as he rushes back to his room. He sat on the corner of his bed and processed what he just saw. You, balls deep with your dildo hitting your peak. Remembering you moaning as you reached your peak, not stopping even though he opened the door and watched what you we’re doing. The way your back arched from the bed and the way you couldn’t stop fucking yourself even when you reached your peak made Heeseung’s mind completely lose train of thought. Although he didn’t want to admit it he was turned on and found it arousing.

Sure he always thought you we’re cute and found you attractive but never thought of pushing your guys relationship past only being best friends. Though something in his mind flipped when he saw you cumming on your bed. It was the first time he thought of wanting something more and wanted to push the boundaries of your friendship. Hearing the noise of the bedroom shut and whisper panicking from the other corner of the room, Jake also woke up from his sleep slightly panicked.

“Hey, Heeseung what’s wrong?” He asks with a raspiness in his throat

“I can’t believe I just saw that” Heeseung says as he puts his hands up to his face.

“What man? What happened?”

“It’s so awkward, I don’t even know if I can tell you”

“You know damn well there’s no awkward thing you can say in this friendship, what happened?”

You lied under your covers completely mortified about what had just happened. You couldn’t believe that Heeseung had just caught you masturbating and literally caught you at the worst part too. You don’t even know how you we’re going to face him after this, praying a hole would open up on your bed and swallow you whole to save you from the embarrassment. “Fuck and of course it’s when I haven’t done it for a while either” you groan throwing your head back.

“And that’s what happened” Heeeung says finally removing his hands from his face, red still decorating his face.

“No way, oh my god” Jake laughs slightly “That must’ve been so awkward”

“I was literally frozen dude, I couldn’t move at all, all I could do was watch”

“Oh my god” Jake continues to laugh “But tell me this” getting slightly more serious “... was it hot…?”

“We’re all best friends for fucks sake, I can’t be thinking like this”

“Listen, I know it’s weird but you can’t tell me you haven’t at least had the thought cross your mind?”

“... I mean, I won’t lie and say I haven’t but still”

“ I mean cmon Hee haven’t you seen when she walks around the apartment in those tiny ass shorts or when she wears those tight shirts with her boobs almost spilling out?”

“..... yes….”

“And you got hard watching her cum, right?” Jake says pointing at Heeseung’s obvious hard-on. “Listen, I told her if she needed help with anything to let us know and we can obviously tell she needs help right now so now’s the perfect opportunity”

“Are you sure? Shouldn’t we just leave her alone I’m pretty sure she’s embarrassed”

“She’s gonna be embarrassed regardless, might as well face the problem right now”

“I hope your right”

Jake and Heeseung get up and off the bed and start heading towards your room. You hear the footsteps leading towards your bedroom and curse “Fuck what could he want now” you groan not wanting to lift the sheets from up off your face. That’s when you heard a knocking from your door “can I come in?” you hear Heeseung from the other side of the door. You roll your eyes “What’s the fucking point of knocking on the door anymore” you think to yourself “Yes cmon in”. That’s when you see two people enter the room instead of one. You were even more mortified no fucking way Heeseung told Jake about this too. “HEESEUNG” you yelled out “You told him??”

“Im sorry, I was panicking, and Jake asked what was wrong and I couldn’t hold it in” Heeseung said rubbing the back of his neck. Though on the other hand Jake was looking at you with a stern look. Worried about what he was going to say, you avoided making eye contact with him. “I thought I told you if you needed help with anything to let us know” he says crossing his arms. By this point your mind was running a hundred miles an hour, what did he just say? Did help with anything mean what you actually thought it meant? You swear you we’re starting to go crazy no way he just said that?

“Well… uhmmm.. I didn’t think that’s what you meant.” You said avoiding eye contact. “We’re best friends, best friends help each other out with anything no matter what it is” Jake says his gaze darkening.

“Well typically “normal” best friends don’t help each other out in this type of situation.

“Well every friendship is different and we’re just taking ours to the next step.”

You couldn’t help but admit that you did find them attractive, the way Jake and Heeseung would walk around with only a small towel wrapped around their waist after a shower. The way it hung low and could see their v-line start forming but you kept these thoughts to yourself because you guys we’re best friends. But when Jake and Heeseung had their hookups and you could hear a new girl moaning from the other room you couldn’t help but wonder is it as good as it sounds? But again these we’re thoughts you kept to yourself.

Jake and Heeseung sat down on opposite sides of your bed and looked at each other nodding to one another before they opened their mouths to say what they we’re going to say. You we’re nervous having no idea what they we’re going to say or do.

“If your okay with this we’re willing to take this friendship to the next step but need your confirmation”

The way they both looked at you made your stomach fill with butterflies. “Yes please, I need both of you so bad I’ve been so lonely” you whimpered. The green light flashed and both of them immediately took their opportunity.

“Fuck Princess we’re gonna make you feel so good” Heeseung pants out leaning into you.

Jake immediately leans in to start kissing you on the lips, his kiss filled with want and need. You can feel the desperation behind his kiss, him wanting more and more. He slips his tongue out asking for permission and once let in the kisses start turning sloppy with him not being able to get enough of you. Meanwhile Heeseung roamed his hands all over your body, slipping them under your shirt and grabbing onto your boobs. He couldn’t believe it all the times he thought about how your tits looked like when you would wear those skimpy tops, he was finally about to see them. He unclasped your bra and started massaging your boobs which made you let out a moan into Jake’s mouth.

“Feeling good baby?” Heeseung smirked continuing to play with your tits. You could feel your brain start to feel fuzzy with how good you were feeling. He moved his hands down to play with your nipples, causing an instant reaction from you. He rubbed the pads of his fingers on your nipples and then would pinch them rolling them inbetween his fingers, toying with them. You could already feel a warm feeling of arousal forming in your stomach from how good Heeseung was making you feel. Lifting your shirt up, he revealed your breasts his mouth practically watering at the sight of them. Leaning in, he opened his mouth and took a nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tounge around the bud has he continued licking it. Letting go for a slight breather he then started sucking on your nipples, now taking turns between both tits.

You threw your head back in pleasure not being to contain your composure but Heeseung continued sucking and started slightly grazing his teeth over your buds.

“Fuck Hee mmhm” you moan out.

He took this a good sign and kept sucking on your nipples at a feverish pace. The kisses with Jake turned to the point where you we’re just exchanging saliva. He pulls back from your face and looks at you, you notice his lips are all red and his eyes are blown out.

“Fuck I just can’t get enough of you” Jake whimpers leaning in for one more kiss.

He pulls away noticing that your shirt was barely on due to Heeseung sucking on your tits. He helps you and pulls the rest of it off your body, leaving you completely naked only thing covering you was your blanket covering your bottom half.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking beautiful” Jake praises as he takes in your body. He slowly moves his hand down your stomach to reach for the hem of your pants for him to only realize that you didn’t have anything. He groans at the fact that you didn’t have anything on turning him on even more.

“Naughty” Jakes teases “You didn’t have anything on this whole time?”

“Was masturbating before I got caught I didn’t have the time to put anything back on”

“Oh?” Jake laughs “Well it definitely speeds up the pace”

He lifts the blanket off your legs, the only thing still keeping you covered now fully exposed. He reaches his hand down once again starting to rub your clit.

“Fuck Jake”

He kept rubbing your clit, picking up the pace already forming a pool of arousal. Heeseung took a moment to stop sucking on your tits and watched Jake rub your clit. He lazily played with your nipples as he watched Jake. Having the both of them watch you while you got your clit rubbed made the warm feeling in your stomach grow.

“Fuckkkk” Heeseung groans out as he watched Jake slip his fingers inside of your cunt and start to finger you. By this point your mind was clouded, the only thing you could focus on was cumming.

“Don’t just look Heeseung, start rubbing her clit” Jakes commands. Heeseung snapping out of his state moves his hand over and starts rubbing on your clit. With both of them fucking you at the same time, you we’re pratically begging to cum. The noises your body we’re making with Jake’s fingers slipping in and out and Heeseung rubbing on your clit feverishly we’re so lewd, almost pornographic.

“FuckFuckFuck I’m gonna cum please don’t stop” you whimpered out.

“Cum for me princess”

The warm feeling in your stomach reached it’s peak and just like that snapped.

“Fuck mmhm cumming” you whimper out

Jakes continues fingering you riding out your climax and Heeseung never lets up his pace. Coming down from your high they don’t let up their pace, they just keep going. You started to feel overstimulated begging for them to stop as you couldn’t take it anymore.

“PleasePleasePlease no more” you cry out trying to squirm away but they just hold a tighter grip on you.

“Aww baby doesn’t want to anymore?” Jake coos “Just give us one more”

The familiar feeling started growing in your stomach again and this time faster. This time around Heeseung took it as a opportunity and removed his hand from your clit and leaned in instead to place his mouth on your clit. He sucked on it, starting to swirl his tounge around your clit. You swore you almost started seeing stars from how good it felt.

“Hey, not fair” Jake said getting jealous “I wanted to eat her out too”

Jakes pulls his fingers out causing you to gasp for air from the loss of contact. He put his hand in his mouth, savoring the taste of you on his lips.

“You taste so fucking good I need more”

He drops his head down and joins Heeseung in eating your pussy out. Both of them lapping and taking turns at sucking on your clit. Eating you with a hunger that seemed they couldn’t get enough of. Jake returned his fingers back into your pussy that was weeping for attention.

“Oh my god you're so wet, so wet for me and heeseung?” “Bet this pussy of yours is just begging to be stuffed.”

He slips his fingers in and you let out a whimper.

“Mhhhm fuck please, fuck me” You plead looking up at Jake.

He moves his fingers in and out quickening his pace. The familiar feeling yet again growing in the pit of your stomach. He curls his fingers slightly to hit your g-spot ripping out a moan from you. You didn’t know how much longer you we’re going to last at this rate. Heeseung never let up the pace he was eating you out at, eating you like it was his last meal. His tongue roamed all over your pussy determined to find your sensitive spots and it didn’t help that Jake was there helping him eat you out too. Licking your pussy at the same time it was almost too much to be able to take.

The feeling was starting to grow tighter and you knew you we’re going to cum soon.

“I can feel that pussy of your tightening around my fingers are you gonna cum baby?” says Jake before taking another mouthful of you. “Cum for us baby” Jake groans out

Those we’re the words you needed to hear before you we’re pushed over the edge. Reaching your peak felt like an out of body experience, the pleasure completely overtaking your body. Jake and Heeseung continued eating you out riding out your peak before you finally starting coming down from it.

“Princess you taste so good, fuck I need more” Heeseung whimpers into your pussy trying to clean as much of your arousal as he could. He continues to slurp you, coming down from your high you began to squirm in his grasp from still being sensitive. On the other hand Jake pulls away and yet again puts his fingers in his mouth to suck your cum from his fingers.

“Always taste so good can’t get enough” Jake grins.

By this point you had been fucked out of your mind, recieving not one but two explosive orgasms. Your body was getting tired by this point but you could tell Jake and Heeseung we’re just getting started. You look up to see Jake and Heeseung’s hard-ons as they palm over their cocks.

“Fuck I can’t wait put my cock into your tight pussy” Jake whimpers out as he rushes to take off his clothes. In your drunken bliss you watch as Heeseung and Jake move quickly to take off their clothes. As you watch them remove the last of their clothes, slipping off their boxers you realize just how big they are. Their cocks stiff and leaking pre-cum already. “Fuck” you thought to yourself “How are they gonna fit?” You adjust yourself sitting back up and look over at both of them, you could see a hunger lingering in their eyes.

“Lay on your back” Heeseung demands becoming more assertive then before, you’d never seen this side of him. You do as told and readjust yourself to lay on your back. Heeseung’s moves over to your side and grabs onto you to readjust your body onto his lap. You can feel the way his hard cock presses against your back and shudder at the thought that pretty soon he’d be inside of you. Jake then moves over to position himself in front of you. You didn’t really know what they had planned and looked at them in confusion.

“What are we about to do?” you ask with a puzzled look

“We’re going to fuck you at the same time” Jake smirks

“Oh”

Your mouth runs dry at the thought. Both? At the same time? You didn’t even know if they’d even be able to fit inside of you let alone take both at the same time. Heeseung grabs onto your ass and starting to massage it.

“Relax, we’ll take good care of you”

Heeseung grabs his cock in his fist pumping it a few times, watching as the pre-cum starts to leak down his cock. Bitting his lip he isn’t able to contain his moans and let’s them slip.

“Fuck I need you inside of me already, I can’t take it anymore” Heeseung whines.

Letting go of his cock, he reaches back down for your ass and lifts you up slightly re-positioning himself to lean his back slightly on the headboard. He has perfect view of your ass, drooling at the fact that his cock was finally going to be inside of you.

He lowers you back down onto his cock and feel his cock slowly start to enter your ass. He slowly pushes it in letting you get adjusted to his length but grits his teeth as your ass clenches around his tip. Breathing heavily he continues to slowly further push into you until your finally balls deep. Your ass feels full and the strech is slightly uncomfortable but welcome. You ask Heeseung to just stay like this for a few minutes so you could adjust to his cock.

“Princess I’m going insane I could cum from just this, please can I move?” Heeseung pleads. You nod your head and almost instantly Heeseung starts fucking into you, moving at a gentle pace to help you continue adjust to his length. During this Jake is touching himself to him Heeseung finally entering your ass and watching as your face contorts from pain to pleasure. It was driving him insane and he needed to feel himself inside of you.

He shot Heeseung a glance making Heeseung stop and you whimpered from the loss of friction.

“Why’d you stop Hee?” you cry out

“Because I can’t let you guys have all the fun” Jake remarks “Besides it wouldn’t be fair to leave this hole empty, I know how bad you want it”

Your pussy clenches around nothing anticipating for Jake to enter you. He could cum just from watching the way your pussy clenches for him. He pumps his dick a few more times and spreads your legs, slowly entering you. Your pussy was so warm and hot that he almost came right there and then but held his composure. The way your pussy was clenching down on him was almost too unbearable for him. You felt stuffed in almost every way possible, Jake’s thick cock in your pussy and Heeseung’s in your ass made your head spin. Though having both of them inside of you wasn’t enough you needed them to start moving inside of you. Your body was begging for any type of friction at this point.

“Please, I need you to move mmhm can’t take it” you beg out.

With that they both start to move and your body feels like it’s on fire with pleasure hitting you from every angle. The sound of skin slapping from both angles sounded so dirty but felt so amazing. Jake moved one of his hands to play with your nipples adding even more onto the pleasure. Your mind was melting and couldn’t even register the amount of pleasure you we’re feeling.

“Fuck, princess you’re clamping down so hard on my cock it’s driving me insane” Heeseung grits out.

You could feel the way Heeseung’s cock moved in your ass repeatedly hitting your pleasure point and Jake’s tip repeatedly rubbing against your g-spot, grazing the bottom of your cervix. It was too intense and you could feel the warmness start to build in the pit of your stomach. The room was filled with heavy panting and moans, everyone focused on reaching that high. You could tell that they we’re getting close the way Heeseung’s thrusts were getting inconsistent and Jake’s face was starting to contort.

“I don’t think i’m going to last much longer” Jake moans out.

“Me either mmhm so close” Heeseung pants

You could feel yourself starting to get closer and closer by the second as well, the feeling growing too intense. Jake puts a hand to your stomach, wanting to feel the way his dicks moves inside of you. With the way he was watching you being fucked stupid and him feeling the way his cock moved inside of you it was too unbearable for him.

“Fuck baby i’m coming” Jake whimpered out. A few more sloppy thrusts and Jake unloaded inside of you. Continuing to chase his high as he fucked his cum inside of you making sure you took it in deep inside of you painting your walls. The feeling of Jake cumming inside of you sends you over the edge and hit your peak as well.

Riding out your high, Jake continues to pound into you, your pussy clamping down on his cock. He grunts at the extra pressure put on his cock and it spurs him to continue fucking you. You start coming down from your high and Jakes fucks the last of his cum into you before slowing his pace until he stops but never pulling out from you. Before you can even question him you can feel Heeseung’s hips start stuttering

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna fucking cum” Heeseung whines before he finally spills his load inside of you. Him cumming triggered another orgasm inside of you and both of you came at the same. It was nothing like you had felt before, the feeling of cumming from your ass felt so intense. You couldn’t help but throw your head back and whine in pleasure at how overstimulated you felt. The feeling of your ass clenching on Heeseung’s cock sent him even more over the edge.

Fucking into you even more feverishly, making sure he stuffed you full of his seed. He wanted to make sure you we’re full of him and that you we’re his and only his. He came down from his high, hips slowing down. Your brain was mush at this point only feeling pleasure, relishing in the fact that you we’re stuffed of both of your best friend’s cum.

“How was that baby hmm?” Jake asks.

“So fucking good” you say slurring your words.

“Fuck you make not wanna pull out, you feel too good” Heeseung whines hiding his face into your back.

“Can’t we just stay like this for a bit?” Jake begs.

You cave and stay with both of them inside of you for a few more mins. They decide it’s finally time to pull out and Heeseung makes sure to hold onto you as he pulls you off of him since he knew you’d be too weak to support yourself. Both him and Jake hiss at the loss of contact and you cry out at the loss of feeling of having them inside of you. Heeseung lays you down and both of them watch as their load drips out of you, satisfied with themselves.

“So how was it… fucking your best friends?” Jake asks with a shit-eating grin.

“Fucking amazing” you slur in your blissed out state “We should’ve done this sooner”

Heeseung and Jake both let out a small laugh and smile.

“I’ll go get something to wipe her down with” Heeseung says lifting himself off the bed. Jake stays and starts playing with your hair looking down at you with loving eyes.

“What are you so giddy about” you asked softly laughing

“Nothing, just you’re so pretty I can’t help but look at you”

You hum as he continues to play with your hair, you could get used to this.

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Your lips, my lips

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characters; Tighnari, Cyno, Scaramouche, Kaedehara Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; reverse hurt/comfort in Scars’s, overworked reader in Tighnari’s, injured reader in Cyno’s (plus one bad joke), Kazuha’s is pure fluff

word count; 400+ for each

notes; part two to this, it’s nothing but kisses and fluff with a smidge of angst bc I can’t ever have anything too nice hehe;;;; enjoy !!

Please reblog if you like this !!

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Tighnari

“Just one more…”

The ink was flowing faster than your hand could keep up with, rushed words almost looking illegible. Thankfully, this was just the fifth draft (or was it then sixth?) so there was no need to worry, you could rewrite it tomorrow. Over and over again, meticulously, until everything was perfect.

A sharp, hushed call of your name nearly made you jump out of your skin, the pen in your head slipping through your shaky fingers.

“It’s the middle of the night! What are you still doing up?”

Hesitantly, you shifted your gaze towards the shuffling footsteps, watching the doorway until a pair of familiar ears popped up. You sighed in brief relief, but the moment didn’t last long. The last person that you wanted to catch you in the act was Tighnari.

“Um…” You began, shrinking in your seat when he stood in front of you. “Nothing?”

The fox raised one of his eyebrows, glancing up and down at you before folding his arms over his chest, one of his ears beginning to twitch from annoyance. “Nothing?” He parroted, snatching the poorly concealed paper on the desk before you could even realise that he’d noticed it. Your raised hand fell pathetically by your side, head lowering when you heard the tell tale heavy sigh coming from your friend - a sign you were about to be in for the lecture of a lifetime. You could already see him pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“… When is your paper due?”

“Two days…”

“How many drafts?”

“… Five?” You questioned yourself, raising your hand to scratch at your neck nervously. “Maybe six…?”

“Six drafts?! How long have you been writing?”

“… All day?” You had the nerve to look sheepish under his glare, both of his ears giving a particularly aggressive flick before he grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from your desk.

“Wh- Tighnari!” You squeaked, but the man in question continued to stomp over to where your bed was.

“If I have to sit with you until you fall asleep, then I will, but don’t even think about touching a piece of paper until you get some sleep.”

“But-“

“Ah, ah, ah- rest.” And with that, your companion shoved you on top of your bed, the impact making you bounce a little. You didn’t have time to complain however, since you were quickly swaddled in a comfortable blanket, with Tighnari snuggled up against your side.

“… And how would you know what I’m thinking about?” You grumbled, resting your head against his shoulder, already beginning to feel your heavy eyes slipping shut without your permission.

“I hear everything. That includes your thoughts…” The fox mumbled, his voice slurring just slightly. Was he just as tired as you? You hummed quietly in reply, moving in closer towards the warmth of his body. His large, fluffy tail curled around you as his lips pressed gently against your nose. “Sleep well, dearest…”

Cyno

Both of you released a collective sigh, the tension from your bodies finally beginning to dissipate. You sank into the tree you were leaning against - if you closed your eyes and concentrated, maybe you would become one with it. You wouldn’t mind that, honestly. Being a lonesome little tree in the middle of the desert, gently swaying in the calm breeze that swept across the land in the dead of night. At least you would never have to move again.

You only opened your eyes when you heard a quiet grunt beside you, and a weight against your shoulder.

“The camp and fire are set up, you can rest now.” The general spoke, his gaze on the growing flame in front of the two of you, his own eyes looking as if they had been set ablaze.

“Thank you, Cyno…” You sighed softly, leaning against him further. He hummed quietly in response, his head beginning to tilt to lean against yours. A moment of tranquil peace. That was until you moved to get closer to your partner, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat. The both of you sat up, the protector's eyes immediately going to the bloodstain on your sleeve. You had told him that it was just a scratch, but he had suspected it was more than that.

“Let me have a look.”

“No, it’s fine-“

“You’re hurt. Stop being stubborn.” His tone left no room for arguments, so reluctantly, you let him pull up your sleeve.

You winced at the sight of your inflamed skin, turning your head away from your lover's disapproving gaze. His fingers gently grazed against it, flinching back when you let out a quiet groan of pain.

“We’re going to need to patch it up.” You were afraid of that.

“We don’t have enough supplies, this isn’t serious enough to use them. What if you get hurt?” You tried to get your point across, but he had already made his way to the nearby tent to grab a first aid kit, one of the only ones you had brought with you - mainly because your partner has a tendency to not need treatment, even if he was injured. It was both inspiring and concerning how he could brush off being hurt the way he did sometimes. You, on the other hand…

“This might sting…”

“Are you sure this is necessary…?” You asked quietly, trying your best not to move when he grabbed your arm to steady it. He nodded once, hovering over your wound with the cleaning materials.

“Maybe there’s another way…”

The white haired man raised his head, looking directly into your eyes.

“If you have any other suggestions, I’m all ears.” The two of you stared each other down in the silence that followed his words, before your eyes trailed up to the large set of ears on his headset. You snorted quietly, laughing softly. While you were distracted by the awful joke he had just told and with practised ease, he quickly cleaned up your arm, wrapping it up efficiently before you even realised what he had just done.

“There…” Softly, he placed a sweet kiss on your bandaged forearm. “All better…”

Scaramouche

His back was turned to you when you came into the bedroom, but you were sure he wasn’t asleep. It was nights like these that the facade dropped, the mask shattering when it hit the ground, hard. When there was no Balladeer, no Scaramouche, no harbinger - all there was, was a hollow puppet. He had a name, once, but it was so far in his memories that he couldn’t even remember it. Where were the ones who knew his name, anyway? Surrounded by darkness, he couldn’t recall the light, or it's comforting warmth. Not when the room was dark and the bed was empty.

“Scara…?” You whispered, shuffling closer to the lump underneath the covers. He didn’t even stir. You would’ve assumed that he was asleep, if it weren’t for the fact that when you got closer, you could see his vibrant eyes were wide open. A quiet sigh slipped out from your lips, crawling into the covers and wrapping your arms around him from behind. Only then did he glance back at you, his hand resting on one of yours instinctively. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment, revelling in the comfort from such a simple gesture. Until you spoke.

“Nightmare again?”

He nodded his head slowly, squeezing your hand lightly. You knew he never spoke about the things that plagued his mind, memories lodged so deep in his head that he couldn’t escape them, no matter how hard he tried. Talking would only make them more prominent, so you never tried to make him speak about it. You would be there if he decided to, but only on his terms - you weren’t going to force it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” The answer to that question would usually be left unsaid, but in the quietness, you hear a hushed whisper.

‘Love me.’

“I love you.” There was no hesitance, you would tell him over and over again, until all he could remember was the sound of your voice. He turned around in your arms, his own circling around your waist, pulling you in closer.

“Again.” He whispered, and you obliged.

“I love you.” His lips were on yours in an instant, hands moving to grasp at whatever he could. Desperate, hopeful hands, clinging onto you for dear life, kissing you as if you were the very air he breathed. Addiction to the sweetest relief - your kisses, your touch, you.

“I love you.” This time it was his voice, his words verberating against the plush of your lips, the sound so soft only you could hear his declaration of his undying adoration.

“I love you.”

Kazuha

Content fingers ran through fine, silvery strands of hair, twirling the edges around their fingertips. the reciprocant of the motion letting out a deep sigh. Smiling, you continued, watching as your partner closed his eyes in satisfaction.

“Feel nice?”

“Mhm… Very.” The ronin chuckled quietly, leaning into your touch.

If you were told a year earlier that you would have Kaedehara Kazuha’s head in your lap after the long day the two of you had spent together, you wouldn’t have believed it. This wandering maple leaf, drifting in the wind, finally decided to land on the ground - for you? Impossible.

But here you were, playing with your beloved’s hair, a fantasy you had craved from the moment your feelings started to blossom for him. Or if you were to go further, the moment those crimson eyes locked with yours.

You remembered the exact moment you fell for him. Out on the deck of the crux, the vision of him looking out towards the horizon with the wind blowing through his hair, that soft smile on his lips. How could you not fall for such a charming sight? Especially when he turned towards you, and that smile only widened. His hand outstretched to you, and without hesitation, you took it within your own. You knew that you could trust him to guide you someplace else, someplace better. You would follow him, no matter where he went. Your home was with Kazuha, and his home was with you. No place, location or city could compare.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Zuzu.” You giggled, noticing how his breathing had started to soften and even out. His lips quirked up slightly, opening his eyes halfway to gaze up at you, chuckling once more.

“Why would that be a problem? I think this is the perfect place to fall asleep.” He chuckled once again, before continuing quietly. “It’s quiet, peaceful, and I’m with you. I can’t imagine anywhere else where I could rest. I don’t think it gets better than this. ” His own little piece of heaven.

“You do have a point…” You whispered softly, leaning down slowly towards his face, admiring his mesmerising features. Your partner's eyes opened wider, your only warning for what he was about to do. To say you were surprised when he suddenly sat up and captured a kiss from you was an understatement.

“I was proven wrong.”

“About what?”

The wanderer smiled.

“It got better.”

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The One I Want: Part 13

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x plus size!reader

Summary: You’re new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Notes/Warnings: smut 18+ (but like, not a lot. I settled somewhere in the middle), cursing, emotional stuff and vulnerability, fluff, angst, typos

Words: 3298

The One I Want Masterlist

“I’m thinking cake,” Jake suddenly says as he halts in place. His hand in yours stops you from continuing further into the pastry section of the grocery store.

You fall in line beside him and scan over the individually packaged slices of vanilla and chocolate and red velvet.

“Cake?” you ask, running your eyes from his head to his toes and back. “I have to be honest, Jake, you look like you haven’t had a piece of cake in your life.”

He didn’t even have any on his birthday a couple weeks ago and, in your opinion, that says a lot. A birthday, and not one of his friends complained about the lack of dessert to celebrate. Even alone in your cheap as fuck apartment with no furniture and walls tinged yellow from previous tenants’ smoking addictions you had cake on your birthday. One cupcake, one candle, one wish that had an entire three hundred and sixty-five days to come true but never did.

Actually, maybe the ‘no birthday cake’ thing is smart. Less chance for disappointment.

“I’ve had cake.” He playfully nudges his shoulder into yours. “Not in a while, granted, but it did happen,” he says. “Plus, out of everything here, this will be the least messy in bed.”

‘Just to sleep,’ he had quickly clarified earlier after suggesting you share the same bed. Your mouth was wide open, a forkful of spaghetti frozen in mid-air as he nervously smiled at you from across the restaurant’s table. “I just thought it might be nice, but if you hate the idea we don’t have to.”

You’d teased that if you were going to get in bed with a man you wanted dessert first, but Jake took it rather seriously. And after deciding the restaurant’s creme brulee or sorbet would not travel well, he said, “We’ll have to make a pit stop.”

“I’m good with cake,” you chuckle, picking up a slice. He does the same.

“Want anything else?”

You snort. “Are you going for a dessert buffet in your bed?”

He smiles and shakes his head. He raises your hand and his lips brush over your knuckles. “I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

You stare at him long enough for his smile to fade and his brow to knit and his head to tilt in question, and it’s so annoyingly endearing you don’t understand how you woke every morning of your life without someone like Jake Seresin. Someone who crafts smiles only for you. Someone who pays attention to your expressions and moods and alters their own in response. Someone who makes your heart want to snap the prison that is your ribcage and break through the wall of your chest so it can go burrow into his.

“I’m happy with you, Jake,” you say. “The cake is a bonus.”

His smile returns and your whole body swells with pride, because you did that. You salvaged the perfect curve of his lips that spread to reveal a row of perfect teeth. You brought back the delicate wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and the sparkle that glints in the green.

Jake leans in and presses his lips to yours, gently so as to not embarrass you while the possibility of whispers and glares from fellow shoppers exists. But the kiss doesn’t match the rest of him. You can sense the tension in his body.

The plastic container holding the cake makes a loud pop under the pressure of his fingers, and you know he’d drop it if he could; make a mess on the floor so that hand could be free to touch you however it wants.

But Jake thinks about others, and it’s an ‘other’ that would have to clean up his moment of inconsiderate behavior, but thankfully, he is not that brand of asshole. You’ve been that ‘other’ in the past and you don’t care for a reminder of how rude people can be when they only care about themselves, especially not a reminder in the form of Jake.

“Let’s go,” he whispers against your lips, “before you get me into trouble.”

—

“Well,” you begin as you swallow the last bite and lick the remainder of the frosting off the fork, “It definitely tastes better in bed.”

Jake chuckles, accepting your empty container and fork so they can join his on his nightstand. “I’m glad there’s another reason for you to want to be in my bed.”

With an arch to your brow, you rest your head against his headboard. “Another reason?”

“Yes,” he says before he holds up three fingers. His left index finger taps his right. “Reason one: I’m pretty sure you like me, or, knowing you, you wouldn’t have agreed to the suggestion. That’s the best reason.” You grin and roll your eyes as he taps his middle finger. “Reason two: cake tastes better in my bed. My bed, not any other guy’s bed so don’t go trying that out.”

Jake’s face lights up with your laugh. “I won't,” you say. “Reason three?”

“Three is sleeping next to each other,” he replies, wiggling his ring finger. “I know we haven’t actually done that yet, but I promise I’ll be a damn good cuddler. You won’t ever want to leave.”

He didn’t have to say that for you to be well aware of it. Jake hasn’t even wrapped his arms around you yet and you’re already wishing to stave off morning so that once you're snuggled against the shape of his body you can stay there for as long as possible.

“Four?” you ask.

Jake swallows, suddenly misplacing a bit of his confidence, and it doesn't take much for you to figure out why. Most additional, and frankly, obvious, reasons to want to be in his bed lie outside of tested territory. The next logical steps of your relationship have gone undiscussed.

You know he’s waiting for you. Permitting his hands to touch more of your body recently is not enough for him to make his own moves. No matter how close his fingers come to the zippers of your clothes or your fingers get to the button of his jeans, it's not the flashing green light he needs to take things further.

But you can’t blame him. His pause is your creation, and while he hasn’t pushed for more, you know he badly he wants it. You want it, too, despite how you’ve acted.

Before, you weren’t sure if being with Jake would take something away from you, some sense of self that you’ve just reclaimed after years of people stealing their portion of you. Because, unlikely as it may sound, nothing is impossible; you’ve been misled more than once, and you couldn’t shake the one-percent chance that Jake would steal his portion, too.

But that was the invasion of your still damaged—but healing—mind. That was prior to him spilling his emotions so you could see for yourself how you make him feel. When you listen to your heart, the thought that Jake would leave you feeling hollow or lost or discarded after being with him becomes so unbelievable, so weightless and unformed, you couldn’t speak it aloud if you tried. In no life, world, universe, or alternate existence would Jake do that to you. Of that, you are positive.

“I’m still working on four,” he says.

Reaching over, you uncurl his pinky so it’s extended alongside the other three. Your thumb rubs slowly up and down the inside of that finger.

“Four is easy,” you tell him.

“Easy?” His eyes follow your body as you sit up and straddle him.

Palms land on your thighs and slide up, over your cotton shorts and hips, and under your shirt. His thumbs stroke the soft flesh of your navel as you rest your hands on the curves where his neck meets his shoulders. Your lips seal to his, and you kiss each other like you always do. Like he’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted. Like you’re a drug he can't get enough of.

You start to shift your hips, grinding downward, and though you get the pleasure of hearing his grunt, you know it’s not enough for him to understand that you want more, so you do it again. And again. And again, until his fingers are digging into your skin and he’s pulling you down harder against him with each of your motions.

But then, as if dunked in a bucket of ice water, he freezes. His lips are gone and he’s gripping you tight enough to stop you.

“Where are you going with this, beautiful?” he asks through heavy breaths, and you smile at how willing he is to sacrifice so much oxygen just to kiss you.

Leaning back, you slip your hand through the space between your bodies. Your fingers lightly trace along the band of his sweatpants before dipping behind the soft material and wrapping around him. His whole body jerks. Any words he might have said next lose to the gasp that leaves his mouth.

“Reason four,” you whisper, pulling him free.

“Fuck,” he hisses, falling back and letting the headboard support his weight.

You pump your hand once, twice, then shimmy down the mattress until your breath is ghosting over the hardness in your hand.

“H-Hey, whoa, wait, wait,” he rushes out, hand clasping your wrist. “Beautiful, this is not why I asked if you wanted to sleep in my bed. I don’t need anything like this to make being with you worth it for me, you know that, right?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Your thumb runs over his tip and his eyes screw shut. “Just tell me you know that.” When they open again, they’re full of desperation. “Please.”

“I know that,” you say with a nod and a reassuring smile. “But what if I want to do this? Even if I want it, do you want me to stop?”

“You can’t ask me that question when you’re looking at me like that.”

“Jake, do you want me to stop?” you ask once more, punctuating each word with a slight pause.

A bulge forms in his throat as he gulps. When he shakes his head, you close your mouth around him.

The whimper you pull from him is immediately added to the list of things you love about Jake Seresin—a sound so unexpected that a rush of excitement shoots through you, straight to your core, and all you want is to hear it on repeat until it’s seared into your mind. You take him in deep, deeper with every bob of your head, and when he nudges the back of your throat, his thighs tense, his hand flies to the back of your head, and his hips involuntarily buck upwards.

The resulting choking noise sobers him.

“Oh my god,” he sputters, removing his hand as if burned. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” He cuts himself off with a moan as you suck hard on his tip and flick your tongue along its underside before releasing him.

Guilt is splashed across his features when your eyes meet his, but it eases when you grin and grab his hand, pulling it to your face so he’s cupping your cheek. Leaning into his palm, Jake expels a held-in breath and his face softens at knowing he didn’t hurt you. His thumb slides over your cheekbone. He smiles.

“Can I be inside you?” he asks.

Jake’s touch doesn’t fall from your face as you crawl up his body. His stare doesn’t break. When you’re close, his fingers weave into your hair and he guides you into his kiss.

“Is this a yes?” he whispers.

You sit up in front of him, your knees on either side of his legs.

“Yes” is a half-second off your tongue and Jake is tucking his thumbs into the waist of your sleep shorts, slowly pushing them over your ass and down your thighs. Those green eyes drink you in, and while your skin flushes under the intensity of his gaze, you feel him filling you with confidence.

The fact that he bothers to look at you at all makes you want to give him everything. No other man took the time to really look at you—to appreciate you. It was whip-quick criticisms before dull, drunken, lazy, uninspired, over-before-it-even-started sex where they were closing their eyes from either an inability to keep them open or to imagine someone else in place of you. But Jake practically absorbs every inch of you that he can see.

Rough fingertips graze through your folds. His thumb rolls over the sensitive little bud and your body shudders, chasing after his hand even as he pulls it away to examine the slickness now coating his fingers.

“Fuck,” is almost inaudible from his lips. “You’re gonna ruin me,” you think you hear him say, but it’s drowned out by the pounding pulse in your ears.

You don’t stop to dwell on what you think you might’ve heard and instead reach for the hem of your t-shirt to pull it over your head. Jake blinks, glances up at you, and then everything descends into a flurry of hurried movements as you discard your shorts and Jake yanks his shirt over his head, reaches into the bedside drawer for a condom, tears the packet open, and rolls it down his length. His sweatpants are pushed farther down his legs, then with his hands gripping your thighs just below your ass, he pulls you to him, spreads you open, and guides you down until you’re seated on top of him and his entire cock is fit snugly inside of you.

The air is punched out of your lungs as your walls welcome and flutter around him. Your words are half-formed curses and mutterings of pleasure as Jake groans and wraps his arms around you, hugging you to his body.

His forehead falls against your chest. “You have no idea…” he says through a weak breath, “no idea how much I've–”

“Yes, I do,” you whisper to him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You're not the only one who has wanted this.”

Jake nods. He plants a gentle kiss on the smooth swell of each of your breasts. Then, at an agonizingly slow pace, you lift your hips and sink back down onto him. Supported by Jake’s strength, you lift and sink and lift and sink, feeling every ridge and every curve of every vein of his cock as he slides in and out of you.

He’s so different and so good and you’re so satisfied to know that you were right. Jake Seresin will never leave you feeling lost. But he does allow you to lose yourself, to let go, to be free and safe in the company of his kisses and moans and touch. He allows you to be you—the you that is happy and cared for. The you that is loved.

—

It’s not often that you are a heavy sleeper, but Jake dragged you into a blissful peace so welcoming and comfortable that for the first night in a long time, you went undisturbed. That peace made it through the night, into the early hours of morning, and remained as sunlight trickled through the curtains to wake you.

Your eyelids flutter open and you glance to where Jake’s arm is draped over your waist. As you flip over, his brow pinches and that arm tucks you back into him so your chest is to his. You think he’s about to join you in waking, but when his unconscious is satisfied with the new positioning of your bodies, his barely-there snores resume. Chuckling, you press your lips to his in a quick kiss that smoothes the crease between his brows.

He’s so beautiful like this. Mouth parted, hair touseled, muscles relaxed, with eyelashes resting on his cheeks. They’re much longer than you realized. The tips are blond and against his tanned skin, they’re almost luminescent. You want to run your finger over them, but that will force him awake, and he looks far from ready to rise for the day, so you don’t.

You consider getting out of bed; an idea quickly washed away when you weigh how cozy and warm Jake is compared to the rest of the room. Not to mention, you can’t say for sure exactly where your clothes are other than that they are definitely somewhere in Jake’s room. Those combined, you refuse to move, and not moving leads your eyes to close, which leads you back into that peaceful sleep.

—

It’s hours later when you stir. You notice your clothes are folded by your feet and you look beside you to find Jake missing. But you hear his voice—his and another’s.

Tossing the comforter off your legs, you dress and tiptoe your way to Jake’s door. The sliver of space between the door and its frame is not wide enough for you to see anything other than the framed pictures on the living room wall, but it doesn’t inhibit your ability to pick up the conversation you can tell is coming from the kitchen.

“You haven’t told her?” you hear in Millie’s sweet, southern tone. “I can’t keep up with you two.”

“I was going to tell her at dinner,” Jake defends, “but things were good and she was happy. And I was going to try again once we got back here but I pictured the look on her face when she cries and it kills me, Millie.”

Your throat suddenly feels swollen and you struggle to swallow as you press yourself as close to the opening in the doorway as possible.

“Honey, I know you don’t wanna hurt her, but there’s no way around this,” Millie says.

“I know.” He sighs heavily. “Can you do me a favor, though? Can you watch out for her?”

“Of course, but Jake, she can handle herself.”

“I know she can. She’s better at that than most people will ever be,” he tells her. “But you wouldn’t be doing this for her, you’d be doing it for me. I can’t stand the thought of her feeling alone,” he says. “I can’t take that with me.”

“She won’t be alone,” your friend says, but Jake doesn’t respond. “Jake, I promise.”

You can’t see what he does; if he nods, if he smiles, if he mouths a silent ‘thank you’. They’re both quiet, so you’re quieter.

In their silence, you try to process the words you’ve heard, but Millie’s sweet voice interrupts your racing thoughts.

“You boys need to be careful and bring each other home,” she tells Jake. “Your ladies are gonna be waitin’ on you.”

“Assuming mine won’t hate me for not telling her the minute I knew about it.”

“You only found out yesterday,” Millie says. “It’s not easy. Bradley hates tellin’ me, too…this time especially.”

You don’t if they say more because, once again, Jake has your pulse going so strong and fast that it’s pounding in your ears, but now for an entirely different reason than last night. Your heart plummets into your stomach and you inch away from the door until the back of your knees hit the mattress, forcing you to sit. As stiffness settles into your limbs, your spine goes limp as a noodle and you’re sure your posture shows it, but you don’t have it in you to stretch out your arms and legs or strengthen your back. You’re a dead weight on the bed. Dead and damp from the tear that leaked down your cheek onto your thigh.

It’s the first tear of what you know will be many more to come.

Because soon, Jake will be leaving.

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luveline · 10 months

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so first I would just like to say I love your writing and if it's alright I have a request Sirius x reader who comes off as confident and flirty but the moment Sirius does anything about it they just shut down and their face goes red

thanks for reading and your request!! ♡ late 90s AU,

cw reader can physically blush !

"See you later, handsome," you say cheerfully, hand on the doorway, head poking into the living room.

Sirius looks up from his hand of cards, knowing you're talking to him, and glares. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I have work in the morning, I have to go sleep. I know you'll miss me, Siri, but these things come to pass."

James snorts a laugh and Remus reaches out to steady his drink seconds before Sirius knocks the table standing up. Dark hair falling into his eyes, Sirius climbs over his friends' knees and meets you at the door. "Come on, I'll walk you to your car," he says.

Your pulse jumps in response to his sudden closeness, but thankfully you retain your cool. Together, you walk out of Lily's flat, down the metal steps, footsteps grinding rust and popping puddles. You'd hoped he'd speak first, but Sirius seems content to walk in the quiet with you.

"Did you like the CD?" you ask.

"I did. Hey, the girls… well, Marl said you had to do that on a computer, and it must've taken you ages."

You burned him a playlist of love songs, some subtle, most less so. It was a joke, sure, but a joke that took hours and hours of time and a lorry load of patience. You'd drawn hearts all over the slip cover, and wrote his name in perfect font on the CD itself.

"It didn't take that long. I'm great with technology," you brag.

Sirius smiles at you. "I know you are, dove."

Your foot slips off of the pavement. Strong hands are quick to save you, curling around your arms bruisingly tight and pulling you back up again on proper footing. "Careful," he murmurs, sounding tender.

You feel your heart again, the contiguities you share burning hot and the space between you impossibly small. You look up into his face, Sirius looking down, the perfect curve of his bottom lip like a siren call that pulls you in, yanks you near enough, your brain begging you to ask him even as you begin to melt.

Sirius frowns. "What, did you hurt yourself?"

"I– no," you explain, a mumbled stammer you know you will never, ever live down.

Sirius turns smug slowly. You watch it happen in horror, the inching of his eyebrows, the way his chin tilts ever so slightly upward. He looks down his nose at you, his hands relaxing where they'd been melding the soft fat of your upper arms, fingertips meandering down the length of your arm to your cold hand.

"You aren't embarrassed, are you? You only tripped."

You shake your head uselessly, unable to speak. There's flirtation, and then there's this, the reality that Sirius could kiss you, that you want him to, and that he might want it more.

"You're blushing," he says.

"Am I?" you ask morosely.

He raises a hand to your cheek, feeling the heat of your flushed skin in his palm with the practised ease of someone who's pictured doing it a hundred times before.

"And you're awfully quiet."

A breath shudders out of you without permission, eyebrows lightly creased. You're waiting to see what he'll do.

"Relax," he says finally, the intense cadence of his voice replaced by a sweeter concern, "it's alright. I didn't mean to make you so nervous, dove. I was teasing, but… I think I might've gone too far."

You shake your head. His hand slides down to your neck.

"No? Good. Let's get you back to your car in one piece, yeah? It's a good thing I came, really, or the next time I thought about kissing you I might have to picture you with two missing front teeth."

Your laugh comes out choked. Sirius sighs fondly, nudging you in the direction of your car.

"Come on. I won't tell anyone you're a fraud, by the way." His hand settles at the small of your back. "Your secret is safe with me."

You'd say thanks if you had the wherewithal, but his constant touching distracts any sense.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius x reader fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #marauders era #marauders #sirius black drabble #sirius black scenario #sirius black oneshot #the marauders #sirius orion black

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kokomos · 2 months

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ᝰ head–strong ˖ ࣭ ⭑ ☽

— starring CONRAD FISHER !��𔓘

MDNI 18+

warning: explicit, sexual themes.

description: your boyfriend is a munch.

tags: fem! reader, gf! reader; established relationship, fem! receiving oral, eating out, smut

honey's note: tsitp fans rise pls!!! more to come <3

conrad’s a smart boy; you already knew this. though many people fail to realize the extent of his intelligence, how naturally skilled he is with romantic or even intimate affairs. he wouldn't call it this, but he plays you like a fiddle. each button he presses gets the exact reaction, consequence he was aiming for. you don't mind too much, though, even if he were to admit it—because what's a little shame matter when it's in exchange for the best head of your life?

times like these always start the same; with the hanging out on the bed, then some making out, and eventually he's got you all hot and bothered. perfect time for him to pop the question: “can i taste you?”

or maybe he's feeling like teasing you more that day, let his playful side run rampant for a change. forget hot and bothered—you’re aching for more, nearly starved from the way he keeps dangling the notion you desire most right before your nose.

kissing you with just enough fervor to leave you panting for your next breath, for more, he pulls back with the faintest of smirks. the look on your face, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over, has him feeling a twinge of pride. he knows he's being a little mean right now, but he also knows you're a few seconds away from begging for it. he's a good boyfriend, how could he say no to you? especially when you blink your lashes at him and pout your lips just slightly, desperately longing for something only he could provide.

he’s gentle when he gets you on your back, legs spread and thighs resting just overtop his biceps. the hold he has on you, his face so close to the most sensitive part of yourself, is firm yet yielding altogether. any sound of displeasure, words to halt his actions—he’s perceptive, open ears because conrad fisher isn't a selfish man. he's caring, in most simplest of terms; though you would come to describe him as, knightly in the way he treats others—treats you.

kisses along your inner thighs signal what's soon to come, no pun intended. with your panties discarded to the side, bunched up with the wetness he'd already elicited from you, he places one last peck before moving to place one on your clit. the action makes your lower half jolt. even so, with the way he's got your legs hooked under his arms, the movement was already being restricting to a mild jerk of your hips. he'll let out an exhale through his nose, almost a chuckle that he manages to stifle just enough (thankfully). the last thing he wants is for you to get all sulky because he ‘laughed at you’—an argument, if you can even classify it as such, that had been brought up in the past. he can't really help it when every little thing he does gets you so riled up. it's endearing, as he puts it; and the fallacy literally dies on your tongue when you're cumming on his that night. “a way to make it up to you,” you vaguely recall him whispering before your memory went blurry from the way your body quite literally melted beneath his touch.

he really is such a smart man. what further way to prove it than with you?

soft, little kitten licks at your slit and his nose bumping oh-so perfectly into your clit. his tongue nuzzles past the entrance when he finally lets himself indulge in the way you taste. instinctively, your velveteen walls clench around the spongy mess probing your insides. he doesn't get greedy, though, no. he'll take his time exploring every crevice and dip in your core, treasuring and mapping out which parts really make you squeal. he knows you—knows you better than anyone. how to make your toes curl, your eyes roll towards the back of your head… all him. never would he dare voice the smug satisfaction he gets when you're holding back a scream of his name, hand clasping at your mouth to muffle the sound. when you reach that peak, he's quick to return back to tracing your clit with his tongue, docile and assuasive. his eyes, having been kept on you the entire time, now wait for yours to open. though heavy and lidded, you manage to meet the gaze of your boyfriend. the pure ecstasy, a result of conrad’s adroitness in regards to eating out, had prevented you from eyeing anything but the back of your head.

when your body settles down, chest no longer heaving from the orgasm, he’d send one lick up your clit before pulling off. with a few kisses to your thighs again, he lets you regain your lost composure before deciding to ask if he can continue. your hand tucking some fingers in the brunette tendrils atop his head let him know that now is the most opportune time for his request. he’d trail a few kisses up past your hips, ghosting your tummy and chest as he hovers above you once more.

“you did a good job, baby,” he murmurs the praise fondly. “got another one you wanna give me?”

ᡣ𐭩 with love , honey!!

#conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher headcanons #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher drabble #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp imagine #tsitp x reader #tsitp drabble #tsitp fanfic

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theheartbreakprincesss · 28 days

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red lips and rosy cheeks, a criminal minds imagine

pairings: fem!reader x bau!team (platonically of course) and fem!reader x spencer reid (if you squint a little)

word count: 800ish

warnings: none i think. no use of y/n because i don’t really vibe with that. no angst, a little fluff, maybe? it’s mostly just funny i think. also not beta-read, or like we say in ao3, no beta we die like men.

author’s note: i have been binge-watching criminal minds for a couple weeks now and of course i’m obsessed with it, and this visual of spencer becoming a little flustered over seeing his crush all dressed up popped into my mind. it’s my first time writing an imagine with the reader as the main piece in the story, so idk be gentle with me? i also never wrote for criminal minds and i’m only in season 4. i just wrote this instead of sleeping or actually writing my other fics. sorry if this is terrible anyway. i’m open to feedback! thanks for reading <3

Working for the FBI could be a handful, sometimes, but the job had its benefits. You could catch criminals and help people, make a difference, you know? But something you would never expect to count as a benefit was the possibility of being called in the middle of a date.

You didn’t even want to go on that date, but your long-time friend Emma had insisted she knew a guy that would be perfect for you. Emma knew you since you both were undergraduates working on their degrees, so you had figured it wouldn’t hurt to give the guy a chance.

It wasn’t your best moment.

Not that the guy turned out to be a psychopath or something like that. But the ice of your drink had barely started to melt when it became clear that Sean wasn’t the guy for you, and by the end of your martini, you could see that Sean was too self-centered and trying too hard to be something he was not, with the fake watch and the well-pressed but clearly cheap suit and exaggerated tales of his life. An hour into the date and you were begging to the universe to offer you a way out of that bar.

Thankfully the universe seemed to listen to your plea, and you let out a relieved sigh when you saw Garcia’s name on the screen as the phone rang. Apparently, Hotch wanted everyone at the office right that moment.

That hurry was what prompted you to go into the BAU headquarters straight from your date, thinking that a stop by your apartment to change would take too much time and that you could take the clothes out of your go bag and change out of your outfit once you got there.

“Hey there.” you greeted as you walked into the bullpen. “Is everyone here yet?”

“Rossi and Prentiss are on their way.” Morgan said from his desk. “Wonder boy is getting coffee.”

“Oh, okay.” you mumbled, moving to take off your coat and wondering if you would have time to wipe off the red lipstick before the briefing.

“Damn, pretty girl.” you heard Morgan say, that suggestive tone in his voice that annoyed the life out of you. “Did we interrupt something?”

“Only the most boring date I have ever been on.” you scoffed, nervously fixing your dress. It wasn’t inappropriate or something, just very different from what you used to wear. It had been Emma’s idea, actually, to pair that black sleeveless dress with knee-high boots. “He spent the entire time talking about himself.” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, look at you!” Garcia exclaimed as she got into the bullpen. “You look like a million bucks, darling.”

“Thank you, Pen.” you said. “What’s the case about?”

“A woman went missing in Indiana this morning in the same way three more disappeared in the last month before they were found dead.” JJ told, walking out of her office. “Oh, hot date tonight?” she asked.

“Disappointing, actually.” you laughed. “Can we not talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” you heard Spencer’s voice from behind Penelope.

“About her date.” Garcia said. Spencer joined them as they all stood near your desk, two coffee mugs in his hands. His messy hair was the first thing you noticed, looking like he had been dragged out of his bed. He handed you the second coffee mug, the one with little cartoon kittens stamped on it, then his eyes really focused on you.

“Oh, thank you.” you mumbled, taking a sip of it.

“I– yeah, I…” he stammered, eyes moving up and down, up and down.

“Are you alright, Doc?” you asked, using the nickname you had given him a few weeks into working together.

“Ooh, I think you broke pretty boy.” Morgan laughed.

“It’s probably the red lipstick.” Garcia pointed out, joining Derek in his laughs. You waited for one of Spencer’s famous info-dumps, where he would talk about how red lipstick used to be made out of crushed beetles in Ancient Egypt or something, but he was still silent, lips parted like he meant to say something but couldn’t figure out what.

“Do you need me to reset you or something?” you were now having a bit of fun with it. It wasn’t like you were trying to be mean, but both of you had been dancing around unspoken feelings for a while now.

“I… you look pretty.” Spencer finally managed to say.

You put the mug to your lips, trying to hide the blood that was rushing to your cheeks as Morgan whistled.

“Go on, wonder boy.”

“Derek? Shut up.” then, you looked at Spencer again, who was timidly smiling at you.“Thanks.” you mumbled.

Spencer looked at the mug on your hands, focusing on the stain of your lipstick on the rim of the mug.

“Uh, did you know that the first known red lipsticks were created by crushing gemstones in Mesopotamia over 5.000 years ago?”

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mountttmase · 4 months

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A Mountain To Climb

The Christmas Special

Part Two

Note - they finally got their happy ending 🥺 little baby George is my whole heart I swear I think of him as my own child at this point I just love the little squish. Thank you so much for the love on part one and I really hope you like this part just as much 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 6.2K

Warnings - fluff and a tiny smidge of angst

‘I’ll pop the heating on yeah? Get it all nice and warm for the little man’ Mason shouted to you as he opened the front door to let you in. The three of you taking your first family outing to the big Sainsburys to grab some last minute Christmas supplies and you couldn’t wait to get back into the safety of your home.

The run up to Christmas was always hard, there was always so much to be done and so much to plan but this year was different. You’d spent most of it heavily pregnant until your little boy made his entrance a week before Christmas Eve.

Mason was at training when you found out you were pregnant. You wanted to wait until he got home so you could take the test together and find out but you couldn’t handle not knowing and when the little test told you you were pregnant you collapsed on the floor in happy tears.

You managed to make them stop until he got home. The pair of you sinking to the floor once you’d shown him the positive test so he could hold you in his lap as you both silently cried. Counting back to realise your baby was probably conceived the night of your third anniversary and it just made everything feel even more special to you.

By all accounts it was a perfect pregnancy and Mason has been your rock through it all but as your due date approached you could feel yourself getting more and more anxious. Being a good mum was important to you and after everything that had happened throughout your childhood you were determined not to leave your little one with the same fate.

Just like Mason always was, your little bubba was late. Two weeks in total and you were starting to get to the end of your tether with being pregnant until your waters broke at 4am whilst you were tossing and turning in bed next to Mason who was more than horrified by all accounts.

George was a perfect mix of the pair of you. Your hair colouring and lips but Masons eyes and cheeks and you couldn’t be more in love with him if you tried. He was the cutest thing you’d ever seen and all you wanted to do was wrap him up and protect him from the world.

You had always been told you’d feel that feeling as soon as you saw him but there was a voice in the back of your head telling you it won’t happen for you. That you were a product of your family and it would take time for you to bond with George but thankfully that wasn’t the case and you’d turned into a big mamma bear almost instantly.

It was hard though. The pair of you adjusting as well as you could and even though Mason was the perfect father so far, your motherly instincts had kicked in ten fold and you very rarely let George out of your sight.

You weren’t sure what it was, that new baby fear maybe, or if it was something a bit more than that. If it was something you were trying to prove to yourself that you could be a good mum. The best mum. Nothing like the woman who raised you.

You knew it was in the back of your mind even though it shouldn’t be but you wanted to be perfect even though you were still healing from childbirth. Taking on every task that needed doing over Christmas and making sure it was done to perfection. Not accepting help from anyone, even Mason, as you organised a special Christmas Eve get together for all your family but the stress of it and learning how to take care of a little human was making you snappy.

Mason left you to it at first. Knowing not to rock the boat as your hormones were all over the place and you never backed down but eventually he stepped in. Telling you to relax and take a breather but rather than listen to him you exploded at him.

‘Will you just leave me Mason, I know what I’m doing’ you told him angrily. Moving your shoulder so his hand would drop away from you.

‘I never said you didn’t love, I’m trying to help’

‘Well that makes a change’ you scoffed and you felt awful immediately but your pride stopped you from apologising straight away. Under normal circumstances you knew he would probably have said something back but you heard him let out a short breath before carrying on speaking to you calmly.

‘Tell me what you want me to do’

‘What I want is for you to go away. I want these to be perfect and you’re just ruining everything’ you shouted, tears burning in your eyes before you slammed the napkins down on the table and made an exit.

You felt awful. Saying hurtful things to the man you loved who was only trying to help and when you stormed off upstairs he let you have your moment to calm down. Only going to look for you when he thought you’d been gone too long and finding you fast asleep on his side of the bed.

There was something about finding you on his side of the bed that made Mason's heart sing. He knew you were tired and stressed and not in any state to be doing as much as you had but he also knew how stubborn you were and how much it took you to ask for help but knowing you were taking comfort in his space made him feel just a tiny bit better.

By the time you’d woken up and calmed down you found Mason in the living room, sitting in the armchair with George asleep on his chest as he slowly rubbed his back with Parker asleep at his feet.

Ever since you’d fallen pregnant it was like Parker could sense the change. Rarely leaving you alone and forever laying his head on your ever growing bump and now that George was finally here he was just as protective. You wasn’t sure how Parker would react to such a little baby when he was such a huge dog but he was his usual gentle and loving self and no matter where George was, Parker wasn’t too far away.

Mason’s eyes were on you as soon as he sensed your presence but you didn’t know what to do so you played with your fingers whilst thinking of what to say. By the time you looked up, he’d moved George onto the one side of his chest before holding his other arm out for you to come and join them. Helping you sit on the arm of the chair and cuddle into his chest with your legs dangling over his lap and you felt even worse than before.

‘I’m so sorry’ you whispered, your tearful eyes looking into his sympathetic ones and you carried on talking before he had a chance to tell you everything was okay. ‘I just really want everything to be perfect you know? It’s George’s first Christmas and our families are gonna be together and I just wanna show everyone that I can do it’

‘I know baby. And I know you can do it but you can’t do it on your own okay? You pushed this little human out of you four days ago and you’re still healing, not to mention your hormones are all over the place. You need to rest’

‘There’s just a lot to do’ you sniffed. Reaching for George’s hand that was resting on Mason's chest and your heart thumped as he wrapped his fingers around yours gently.

‘How about we make a list of everything and then we divide and conquer? My mum said she’s happy to do whatever’s needed so we can see if she can help?’

‘Maybe that’s a good idea. I just wanted to do it myself’ you confessed. Not wanting to look like a failure but deep down you knew you could really use the help.

‘I know’ he breathed, pressing a small kiss to your nose. ‘And I know why too but you’ve got nothing to prove to anyone okay? You're a perfect mum and no amount of handmade place settings will change that’ he joked, causing you to nod at him with a smile. ‘You’re not superwoman. No one expects you to be okay? In fact I think they think you’re all mental for wanting to host them a week after you’ve popped a baby out’ he teased.

‘Thank you Mase. And I really am sorry for having a go, I didn’t mean it’

‘I know, there’s a lot of change going on but as long as we stick together we’ve got this okay? Now show me my favourite smile, pretty girl’ he teased, a smile taking over your face automatically and you felt a shiver roll through you as he reciprocated it. ‘There we go. And as for this one’ he mumbled, head nodding to the little boy who was still fast asleep on him. ‘He doesn’t remember anything half the time. We could literally skip Christmas and he’d be none the wiser. He’d just sleep right through it’

‘We’re not skipping Christmas, Mason’ you scolded, knowing he was only joking but you appreciated him trying to make you smile just like he always did.

So you did as he said. You made a list and a timetable and made sure to make lots of room for breaks and as soon as it was all written down you realised it wasn't as scary as you thought. But the last few sleepless nights had taken it out of you so when you got back from the shops to get on with your final task you felt yourself slowly slipping into sleep at the table.

‘Right miss, nap time for you’ you suddenly heard, feeling Mason’s hand on your shoulder but you shook it off. Wanting to finish what you were doing.

‘I’m fine-‘

‘Nope’ he laughed, forcing you out of your chair and looking at you with a stern face. ‘You’ve been in a mood all morning so you need a nap before everyone gets here’ he teased, pushing you up the stairs before he grabbed George from his basket. Parker sitting just below it like he always did but as soon as Mason picked George up he was up too and following you up the stairs and into your bedroom.

‘I’m fine’

‘Come on babe, you know what the nurse said. You sleep when baby sleeps’ he told you softly. Pressing a kiss to your forehead as he tried to attempt to push you to the bed but you resisted ever so slightly.

‘But I need to sort the-‘

‘Baby, we spoke about this’ he whispered. Popping George in the next to me crib before holding your face so you could really look at each other. ‘You’re exhausted and you’ll be even more so when everyone gets here later. I can do what needs doing okay. Will it be as good as if you did it? No, not at all. But I’ll make up for it with my charm and wit’ he teased, hands slightly moving to your neck as you smiled lightly. ‘You need to let me help, remember?’

‘I’m sorry Mase’ you whispered tearily but he cut you off with a kiss.

‘You don’t need to be sorry. Just please have a nap’

‘Okay’ you conceded, letting him tuck you into bed. George sleeping softly beside you as Parker took up a spot at the end of the bed and as much as you wanted to just sit and look at George you knew you were too tired and eventually gave into sleep.

You slept for longer than you wanted to but you knew you must have needed it. Waking up to quickly feed George and get him changed into his little Christmas outfit before meeting Mason downstairs. Feeling warmth rush through you at the sight of him finishing up the table settings and you resisted the urge to run over and kiss his face off.

‘It looks great Mase, thank you’ you told him, startling him a little bit but he sent you a kind lopsided smile before taking George from you so you could go and get yourself sorted and ready for everyone to come. Your heart melting at the way he was looking at him all dressed up and you could see how much Mason loved being a dad as clear as day.

Freya was first to arrive with Woody in tow. Making a beeline for George’s basket so she could pick him up and sit with him on Woody's lap.

‘Didn’t have you down as a baby woman’ Mason laughed, his arm around your waist as you watched the pair of them fuss over your little boy and it warmed your heart looking at the pair of them.

‘Well no, but this isn’t just any baby though is it’ she laughed. Stroking his little cheek with her thumb as Woody made the same gesture on Freya’s thighs and the pair of them looked at him in awe. ‘This is my little Georgie Porgie, the cutest baby in the world, yes you are’ she babbled to him and it made your heart flutter to see how much they loved him.

‘You’re supposed to be here to help’

‘I’m saying hello to my godson first’ she joked, but you smiled softly. Knowing there was a special gift for her and Woody under the tree from George asking to be his god parents so you were even more hopeful now she would accept.

‘You can come help me put the crisps into bowls if you like’ Mason offered, throwing her a bag after she’d popped George back into his crib and letting Parker take his spot underneath to guard him. ‘Woody, you too’

‘Yes dad’ he huffed before you watched Mason put him in a headlock and ruffle his hair.

‘Don’t talk back son or Santa won’t stop at your house tonight’ he joked, trying to mess his hair up but Freya was quick to separate them so they could finish sorting the snacks out.

Mason's family were next to turn up, Freya having to begrudgingly give George over so Masons family could meet him for the first time and you almost burst into tears as Tony pulled you in for a warm hug.

‘How you doing, love?’ He asked, walking into the house with you under his arm, your eyes full to the brim at his affection. Knowing how protective he was over you made you feel so full and watching his eyes tear up as he caught sight of little George almost sent you over the edge.

You loved sitting with his family and watching them fawn over him, knowing whatever happened that George would always have a loving family and people around him but when the doorbell went for the third time, you knew who it was immediately and the nervousness in your tummy was threatening to overflow.

‘You wanna get that, baby?’ Mason asked, a bright smile on his face and with a quick nod and a kiss to his cheek you were running to the door.

‘Hi dad’ you smiled, enveloping him in a big hug straight away and you felt your eyes sting as he held you back just as tightly.

‘Hi love. Are you okay?’

‘I’m good, how was the journey?’

‘Not as long as I thought but long enough’ he laughed, before stepping aside to reveal the rest of your family.

You’d met his wife Liz and your two step sisters Abi and Hailey twice before and even though you thought it might be awkward and weird you all got on like a house on fire. Pulling them in for a hug each as they came inside before leading them into the living room so they could mix with Mason's family.

You noticed straight away that George was back in Freya’s arms with Parker sat patiently besides her and you laughed as you made your way over to them.

‘What? He was handed to me. I didn't steal him I promise’ she laughed but you saw the pout from a mile off when you attempted to take him.

‘Come on Frey, my dads here and he wants to meet his grandson… god that sounds weird’ you laughed, taking George into your arms and you were surprised at how settled you felt as soon as he was back with you.

Watching your dad get emotional at the sight of your baby set you off, feeling Mason's arms wrap around your waist from behind made you smile though and with a kiss on your cheek you turned to pull him into a much needed hug.

George was an angel, never once crying or making a fuss as he was passed from person to person for a cuddle and you distracted yourself by refilling the snack bowls and getting drinks so the empty feeling you felt whenever George wasn’t in your arms didn’t linger.

After a while, Freya came to find you. Pulling you away from the washing up so you could spend some time with your family but the pair of you spent a little time just people watching as yours and Mason's families mingled.

‘You okay?’ She smiled, her arm around your shoulders as the pair of you stood to the side and watched everyone get along.

Your sisters talking to Jaz, your dad in deep conversation with Tony and Lewis and Debbie speaking to Liz who had George safely cradled in her arms. It all felt surreal to have everyone here together and it was overwhelming at how big your family was now.

‘Yeah, I’m okay’ you smiled, looking up and fraya before you bundled each other into your arms. You knew you both wanted to tell each other you were proud of the other but you let your arms do the talking before you pulled away. Laughing as you wiped your tears before going to join in with everyone. Freya choosing to go sit with Mason, Woody and the kids as they played with Parker whilst you went to see Debbie and Liz. Hoping you could steal George back as you felt incomplete without him.

Thankfully Liz and Debbie moved apart and patted the seat in between them and handed George over to you as soon as you sat down. Your heart hammering at the way your baby nuzzled into you and reached for the neck of your top to hold.

‘Now I want you to be honest, how’s Mason been this week?’ Debbie laughed and as much as you wanted to joke about him with her like usual you really wanted her to know how perfect he’d been.

‘Honestly? I really couldn’t ask for anyone better to do this with’ you smiled at her, watching her face soften instantly before you looked down to see George yawning adorably in his sleep. ‘He knows me like the back of his hand and knows when to tell me off when I’m pushing it too far. I think I forget I only gave birth a week ago but he’s really looked after us this week. You should be really proud of him’

‘I am’ she breathed. Tapping your knee lightly. ‘But I’m proud of you too. I know it’s hard to admit when you need help and I know you’ve spent a lot of time doing things on your own. But he really is a good boy and he loves you so much’

‘I love him too’ you laughed tearily, wiping your eyes with your free hand. ‘Sorry my hormones are all over the place still, I’m crying at the drop of a hat’

‘It’s okay, love’ Liz smiled, placing her hand on your other knee. ‘You should have seen me after I had Abi, I was inconsolable for weeks. It takes time and you’ll get there but you’ve got the best support around you by the looks of things’ she reassured you. ‘And you can always rely on your dad and me and the girls too’

‘Thank you’ you told her honestly. ‘And thank you for looking after my dad’

‘Of course’ she smiled tearfully. ‘He’s always spoken about you and I had to really give him a kick up the bum to speak to you. I think he was ashamed of how he acted’ she confessed, and sensing you might need some alone time you felt Debbie shuffle next to you.

‘I’m gonna go find my son and give him a big hug’ Debbie told you, standing up to go and search for Mason but before long her seat was taken up by the other man in your life.

‘I think me and Mason's dad are gonna get on great’ your dad smiled. Wrapping his arm around you and dropping a kiss on your forehead as he stroked George’s little cheek. ‘I still can’t believe I’m a grandad, I’m so proud of you’

‘Oh don’t you start, I’ve only just calmed down from Debbie saying the same’ you laughed, bumping your shoulder into his chest slightly. ‘But thank you’ you told him, smiling as Abi and Hailey shyly made their way over to join you all but you waved them over with a smile. ‘Would you guys like a hold?’

‘Me first’ Abi interjected, sitting herself down on the floor and Hailey joined her in a huff but you carefully passed George over and watched as he got himself comfortable in his new aunties arms. You felt so complete. The only person missing being Mason but little did you know he was currently feeling the love from his family too.

He was standing in the kitchen talking to his dad when Debbie approached him. Wrapping her arms around him with a tearful expression but he knew she wasn’t sad from the first glance as she held him tightly.

‘You alright mum?’

‘I’m more than alright’ she laughed, pulling back to look at him and the look of pride on her face made his bottom lip wobble. ‘I can’t tell you how proud I am of you. You’ve got the most gorgeous little boy out there and such a perfect family. I couldn’t be happier for you Mase’

‘Thank you mum’

‘It's not just that though, I’m so proud of the man you’ve become. She’s got nothing but praise for you out there and I know you’re looking after them so well. I just couldn’t be anymore proud of the man you are’ she sniffed. ‘And I know you’re not even doing it intentionally, it’s just who you are but it’s so lovely to see’

‘Stop it, you’ll make me cry’ he laughed, pulling his parents in for a much needed hug. Knowing they were proud of him was all he ever wanted and he was overwhelmed with how emotional they were for him.

You were soon up and making the rounds to ask if anyone needed any refills but everyone seemed to be fine so you went off in search of your boys.

You’d lost sight of Mason a while ago and now George seemingly too and as the noise in your living room grew louder you excused yourself to try and find them. Eventually finding the pair of them sat in the conservatory on the big sofa with a big fluffy blanket around the pair of them. Your chest feeling warm as you sat and watched Mason talk quietly to him before his eyes caught yours and he sent you a shy lopsided smile.

‘Look Georgie, mummy’s here’ he told him, poking his hand out from the blanket so he could beckon you over and once you were close he let you join him under the blanket so you could all cuddle up together.

‘What are two doing out here?’ You asked looking over to see George’s eyes were fully open and he was looking back at you when you spoke.

‘Little man was getting a bit overwhelmed with all the noise and people I think. Thought i'd just bring him in here for a little breather’ he told you and you felt yourself melt as you looked at him. His own eyes softening as they looked into yours. ‘What?’

‘You’re such a good dad, Mase’

‘Oh no you too’ he laughed. ‘I just had my mum and dad both crying in the kitchen saying the same’

‘But you are, you’re so good with him. And with me’ you laughed tears spilling down your cheeks. ‘Thank you for letting me join your boys only party’

‘You’re always invited to the boys only party’ he laughed, hearing Parker’s footsteps getting louder and louder before he rounded the corner and came into view. ‘Hello mate, you feeling left out?’ Mason laughed, tapping your thigh before Parker got the hint and jumped up next to you on the sofa so could lay his head on your lap. His eyes constantly flashing up to George as you scratched between his ears. ‘Well try and have a girl next, I feel like you’re a bit out numbered’ Mason laughed and you blushed at his words. Knowing he wanted to extend your family even more made your tummy flutter but you knew you had plenty of time for that.

George was starting to get fidgety and upset so you knew that meant only one thing. Carefully taking him from Mason as he passed him to you so you could feed him and as he settled down you felt Mason pull you into him further. A satisfied smile on his face as he looked down at his little family.

‘Just like your daddy you are’ you smiled, kissing George on the forehead. ‘Hungry all the time’

‘He’s just as obsessed with your boobs as I am’

‘Mason’

‘What? I haven’t got so much as a look at them lately, he always gets there first’ he huffed but the slight squeeze of your shoulder let you know he was only playing around but the look on his face let you know he was thinking about something else.

‘What is it Mase?’

‘Just seeing you with him, makes me realise how far we’ve come. Remember when you didn’t even want to be my friend? Now look at us’ he laughed. ‘I’d do it all again though if it meant we ended up here’

‘Me too’ you whispered. Leaning over so you could press a soft kiss to his lips before you both sat in silence to watch George. ‘We shouldn’t stay out here too long, everyone’s come to see us and we’ve gone and hid in another room’ you laughed once George had finished. Mason leaning in to kiss you softly as if he knew they should but he was sad about it.

‘I guess so. Why don’t you take George back to everyone and I’ll come back in a minute’ he told you. Helping you stand as Parker jumped up to join you and with a quick pinch to your bum you made your way back out to your family.

The rest of the night went without a hitch. Mason taking over the rest of the cooking with Freya and Woody and between the three of them they managed not to burn anything which you found quite impressive.

‘We’ll have to get the kids to bed soon or they’ll never sleep’ Jaz told you, stroking George’s cheek as she held him but Mason was pouting as soon as he overheard as he was having so much fun spending time with his little people.

‘Well you’ll have to wait a bit, we need to put snacks out for Santa’ he told you all seriously taking Summer and Mila into the kitchen so they could get a plate together of milk, cookies and a carrot for Rudolph before coming to get you and George so you could all take it outside and pop it on the porch. ‘We can check it in the morning and see if they ate it’ Mason told them before you handed George over to Mason so you could take a picture of the four of them and their snacks for Santa.

Everyone was off to bed soon after. Your dad and his family heading out as they had a long drive back home and after an emotional goodbye you walked back in to find Mason and everyone else finishing up getting things tidy.

‘You didn’t need to tidy up guys, I could of done it’

‘You’re hilarious, y/n’ Lewis laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder before walking you towards the stairs. ‘We’ve got this. Go to bed and we’ll finish up and see you in the morning, yeah?’

‘No, I can’t let you-‘

‘Mums orders!’ Debbie shouted from across the room, making you laugh as Lewis pushed you up the stairs. ‘We’ll see you in the morning okay?’

‘Okay’ You huffed, looking down at everyone appreciatively as you all shouted goodnight to each other before you went to your room. Getting dressed in your special Christmas pjs before Mason appeared with George not too long after.

‘I’ll just get ready and join you’ Mason smiled. Handing you over George and throwing you his Christmas babygrow that matched your pyjamas before Mason took his own matching ones into the bathroom so he could get ready himself. ‘I’ll have to go take a bite out of that bloody carrot in a bit, make it look like Rudolph ate it’ he huffed, shuffling into bed next to you and you looked at him with a fond smile before he looked down at George. ‘He’s so cute I want to eat him sometimes’ he laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his head before you did the same and place him in his crib next to you. ‘You okay?’ He asked, placing a kiss on your forehead, a confused smile on his face at the expression on yours but you just wanted to appreciate him and all he did for you.

‘Thank you for today Mason’ you smiled, the pair of you getting comfortable next to each other and his shy smile as blushy cheeks melted you.

‘There’s nothing to thank me for baby’

‘There is. It scares me sometimes how well you know me. How you always know what’s best for me’ you whispered. His face softening as he took your hand in his so he could rub comforting circles into the back of it.

‘It’s cause I love you’ he told you sincerely, picking your hand up to drop a kiss onto the back of it and you felt your fingers tingle at the sensation.

‘I love you too. And that’s why I want to give you a present early if that’s okay’

‘What?’ He laughed, watching you reach just by the bed to pull out what looked to be the size and shape of a shoe box. ‘What’s going on?’

‘It’s actually sort of a joint present but I want us to start using it as soon as possible’ you told him. Placing it on his lap before nodding your head so he’d tear into it. Once he had he was met with a cardboard box that he lifted the lid off of to reveal the present inside.

‘George’s book of firsts?’ He read aloud, picking up the folder so he could get a better look before his eyes were on you.

‘Its like a memory book. We can take pictures and fill in all his information so we’ve got something to look back on when he’s all grown up. I thought it might be fun for us to do it together’

‘I love it, thank you so much’ he whispered, leaning over to give you a small peck on your lips.

‘Open it up, there’s loads we can do’ you told him, watching his face the whole time as he flipped to the first page and you knew he’d seen it immediately.

This book belongs to:

George Tony Mount

To say naming George was easy would be a massive understatement.

First name, sure. You know you wanted something fairly traditional and when Debbie suggested it one afternoon as you all sat around to try and share ideas, the pair of you looked at each other with hopeful eyes almost immediately.

The middle name picked itself. Carrying on the tradition and a gentle nod to Mason's dad and all he did for the pair of you. You still remember the day you told Tony your thoughts around this and the little twinkle in his eye told you all you needed to know.

It was the last name that was a bit of a pickle. The pair of you not speaking about it as it had always been a bit of a contentious subject and so far no one had the guts to talk about it.

You knew it was partly your fault. Telling Mason soon after your engagement that when you got married you were unsure if you wanted to change your last name. It was the last tie to your old life and where you came from, the last piece of them you had, as you weren’t fully back on track with your dad yet but things had changed since then.

You knew Mason wasn’t thrilled by your thoughts on this subject. He wanted you to be his in every sense of the word and for his little boy to be his. But he also understood where you were coming from and loved you enough to look past it.

You could see Masons eyes full of tears as his bottom lip wobbled. A shaky breath leaving his lips as he looked up at you and your heart was thumping out of your chest.

‘Mount? You want him to be a Mount?’

‘I do’ you whispered. Taking his face in your hands so you could press a kiss to the end of his nose. And when we get married next year, I want to be a Mount too’

Your heart broke at the relieved whimper that left his lips. Dropping the book to his lap so he could wrap you up in his arms. His tears making your neck damp as you held onto each other for dear life before he pulled back to hold your face. Your own eyes now full of tears as you hadn’t realised how much it meant to him.

‘Really? Are you sure?’

‘I’m sure Mase. I want everyone to know we’re yours and we belong to you’

‘What changed your mind?’

‘You’ve given me everything I could ever want or need Mason. You’ve loved me when I didn’t deserve it and stood by me through thick and thin. All that I am, and all that we are now, it’s because of you and I’m ready to give myself to you fully. I know I said I didn’t want to lose my ties to my family but you’re my family. You and little Georgie are my whole life and it just feels like the final missing piece’

‘You’ve always deserved my love’ he whispered. ‘You deserve everyone’s love and I’m so happy you get to feel it from everyone now.

‘I think that’s partly the reason why. Knowing my dad and his family better now helps. I know I’ve got him now and losing my last name doesn’t mean I’m losing him or that side of me. But I’m gaining a part of you and you’re the most special person in the whole world to me and I’ll always choose you. Good days, bad days, come rain or shine I’ll always choose you Mase.

‘God I love you so much’

‘I love you too’

‘I can’t believe I’ve gotta wait another five weeks to show you’ he joked, making you roll your eyes as you realised what he wanted but couldn’t have just yet.

‘Well how about you run down and grab those cookies from outside so we can share them. Distract you a little bit’

‘That sounds like a good idea. I’ll drink some of the milk too’

‘Don’t forget the carrot’

‘I could never forget the carrot’ he winked, kissing your forehead before jumping out of bed and sneaking downstairs. Making you laugh at his attempts of being quiet and as soon as he was out of sight you realised this year for Christmas, you finally had everything you’d ever wanted.

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Drop your pin

Chat i MIGHT have cooked with this one

This is bad, this is so bad.

Less than two hours ago you left your house to drive over to a nice restaurant in downtown San Fransokyo and now you were pulled over at a gas station parking lot staring at your dreaded flat tire. If you hadn’t turned off your music to take a phone call from your friend mid-drive you probably would have never heard the dreaded: BANG!

What’s even worse is you were running late for your first formal date with a guy you met at an off-campus study site where you worked as a barista. He looked so cute in his little academic grind, so focused you thought his eyebrows were stuck in a permanent scowl. Thankfully, said the boy was studying so hard that he refilled his caffeinated iced tea almost four times and he came up to you. He started the conversation by rubbing his beautiful brown eyes tiredly saying “I am really tired, but I’m trying to stay away from coffee for a little bit.”

And somehow, his voice made him almost ten times more attractive than you originally thought him to be. By the time you finished pouring his tea, he’d complimented everything about you. From the hairstyle, you had dawned that day to how well you did your job. He was perfect and you were so excited for this date.

Until the universe had just to come and ruin it.

Canceling is one thing, but canceling because your tire popped is another. Everyone knows that whenever someone cancels last minute because they’re having ‘car troubles’ actually means ‘I wanted you to get lost from day one and now I have a reason not to see you.’ That and the lame excuse of ‘Oh I’m just really busy this week.’

This is why you can’t help but feel a sense of dread boiling in your stomach while you hear your phone ring and ring, waiting for him to answer. You like this boy, honest. But after this, he may not be so sure.

You swear you can feel your heart drop to the pits of your stomach when you first hear his voice.

“Hi, I’m not there yet. I just turned onto the 5 and-oh shit! Are you already there? I’m so sorry.”

You would laugh if you didn’t feel like crying. “Umm no, I’m not. Tadashi I have some bad news.”

“Uh-oh, what’s up?”

You took a deep breath. “Okay umm, so when I turned onto the highway my right tire popped and now I’m outside this sketchy-looking gas station trying to figure out what to do.”

Silence. All you could hear on his end of the call was the zooming of other cars next to his.

“Tadashi?” You confirmed. “Are you still there? Look I know it sounds like such a lie and I’m sorry. I really was looking forward to going out with you and I feel so bad about-”

“Drop me the pin.” The sound of his voice forced you to have such a visceral and public reaction.

Drop the pin? Like-to him? Why?

“L-Like,” You stuttered. “My pin? Right now?”

“Yeah, your pin.”

So you did. You sent him your GPS pin and waited for a little less than ten minutes. What did he want with your location? Maybe he just wanted to make sure you weren’t lying to him about being at the gas station. He could just never show up. After about seven minutes had passed, a rusty old work truck drove off the exit and into the gas station parking lot. Flashing bright yellow headlights. The truck pulled up almost directly in front of you and for a moment you felt fear. A stranger just coming up to you in a car in a sketchy area while you have no other way of escaping. But that fear dripped away when you saw it was Tadashi who was driving.

“Oh my gosh, hi.” You stared at him, slightly confused but extremely relieved.

He opened the door and walked towards you. “Hey, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, but my tire isn’t and I really don’t want to have to pay to get a new one.” You groaned at the thought of dealing with car troubles.

Tadashi squated down with a grunt at your popped tire. “Do you know how to change one of these?”

“Erm, kind of.” You answered honestly. “I don’t know it well enough to try it. I’m too scared to try it on my actual tire.”

He hummed before asking you to pop open your trunk so he could reach in and get your spare. And for the next twenty-two minutes, you watched your date grunt, sigh, groan, and flex all the muscles he had lifting and changing your popped tire. You learned two things in those thirty minutes.

1)That your date is one hell of a handyman and 2) That your date is not only cute but damn is he hot.

When he finished, he stood back up stretching out his limbs and cracking his neck.

“Now, you can’t really drive on a spare for too long so we’ll just go back and change it.” He said as if it were the most nonchalant thing in the world and not an act of pure chivalry.

You, who was almost starstruck at this man practically launched yourself and him in the biggest hug you’ve ever given someone.

You gushed, “Oh! Thank you so much. You’re so sweet!”

Thankfully, he hugged you back. Arms fully wrapped around you and jaw rested on the top of your head. When the two of you let go, he took your phone and put an address in it. One you had never even heard of. A place called the Lucky Cat Café and when you asked all he said was “We’re going there to change your tire.”

So the two of you got back onto the highway and drove backwards from your original date spot. For most of the drive you tried to keep the back of his car in your sights even though you had the GPS on. By the time you’d arrived, the street that the Lucky Cat was located on was practically empty. Everyone and all businesses seemed to be asleep for the night, which is why you both had decided on a place in Downtown San Fransokyo where the city rarely sleeps.

You shut your car door behind you. “What is this place?”

“It’s my aunt’s café, we live on the top. You see?” He pointed at a window in the top of the building with a glowing light through it like someone was home. “So my garage is on the side over there, do you want to just park there and I’ll change your tire.”

Wait he was serious. Like he was full-on going to change your spare tire.

“Seriously?” You double-checked.

Tadashi smiled followed by a light and airy laugh. “Yeah, I’m serious.”

So you drove past the main building and into the rather large alleyway where his garage was. From where you were you could see the garage door that was painted on the sides with traditional Japanese art.

“Did you paint that?” You pointed at the door.

Tadashi fumbled around in his pocket for the garage door key. “Me and my brother worked on it when we were in middle school.”

“So you guys are close?”

Guys that love their families are mad hot.

The door slowly propped open. “Extremely close and- oh. Speak of the devil.”

Sitting inside the garage was a boy who couldn’t have been any older then fifteen on the couch resting flat on his back. Scrolling on his phone and eating a green melon popsicle in white calf socks.

He lifted his head to see the two of you standing in the frame of the garage, large brown eyes that resembled Tadashi’s staring like a deer in headlights.

“Oh shit,” He grunted. “What’s up?”

Tadashi alternated his hand between the two of you. “Hiro this is y/n, y/n this is my little brother Hiro.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Hiro.” You smiled. Tadashi had mentioned him a few times and you’d heard him in the background of some of the FaceTime and regular phone calls you had with Tadashi.

Before he could respond, your date looked around his garage with a look of confusion on his face. “Dude, where are the tires?”

“Behind the dumpster.” Hiro said like it was obvious.

Tadashi rolled his eyes. “The unused ones, dumbass.”

“Oh, side shed.”

Your date excused himself and pulled out his phones flashlight to navigate his way through the dark of the night to his familys storage shed. Leaving you alone with his younger brother who had since put his phone down.

“You’re y/n?”

“Yep.” You popped the ‘p’ rocking back and forth on your feet.

Hiro’s face filled with a sudden smugness. “You know he’s like super into you, right?”

You tried to fight the obvious smile that wanted to come to your face. “Really?”

“Before he left he called all of his friends to make sure he looked good enough to leave the house.” He scoffed at the memory.

Just then, Tadashi came back rolling a brand new tire for your car. He told Hiro to scram before setting it down and grabbing his own tools. The garage itself was crazy, filled with tools, walls of water stained blueprints, chalk drawings, and premade machinery including a 3D printer and two different computers.

While changing your new tire, you took the time to really apologize for the messed up ‘date’ you were having.

“I’m so sorry about this, this is not what I planned at all.” Your voice laced with sincerity.

Tadashi’s face fell into one of fake disbelief as he joked, “You mean you didn’t intentionally pop your own tire so I would come and get you and we had to change it instead of going out to the restaurant we’re both appropriately dressed for?”

You laughed and gently punched him in the arm. “Don’t be an ass.”

“I know, I’m just joking.” He reassured you. “You look really beautiful though, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that before.”

“Aww, thank you. You look half decent as well.”

The two of you laughed as he continued to change your tire. There was a point where the new one he brought out for you had weighed so much he had to take off his dress jacket and lift it up like a deadlift. At his obvious struggle you offered to help but it was pointless.

“No it’s okay I got it.”

“Really?” You asked. “I can help you out. Plus it would teach me for the future.”

“Well when you’re with me, you won’t ever have to change your own tire.” Just as he said it, he regretted it. The two of you hadn’t even really been on a first date, just a few flirty texts and calls. That’s it.

He covered his mouth. “Oh-that’s not- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

To his relief and surprise you laughed in the most adorable way he’d ever heard someone laugh. “It’s okay, that was cute. Really cute.”

“Oh thank god.” He breathed out.

After a couple more flirty conversations and remarks, he’d finally finished installing your new tire and placed the spare back in your car.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” You cooed and kissed him on the cheek.

A warm blush expanded across his face after the kiss your given him as he dizzely responded, “No problem.”

You had your arms hooked around his neck as you both just stared at each other. Tadashi looked down at his watched and hummed.

“You know, they’re still open.” He referred to the restaurant from your original plan.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. He did all of that for you, and he still wanted to go out?

“Y-you,” You began to stutter in disbelief. “You still want to go out with me.”

“If anything I want to go out with you even more now.” He whispered so low only you could hear. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes.” You whispered back, falling into his dark brown eyes.

He smiled, face getting closer and closer to yours. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Ye-”

Kissing before the first date even starts is unheard of for you. It’s not something you would ever do…normally. But to be fair nothing about that first date was normal. You ran you hands up his jet black hair, lightly pulling at the strands while his hands held yourl ower back. How could making out with someone you hadn’t even gone on a proper date with in the middle of his garage with the door wide open feel so incredibly intimate?

When you two had pulled away all you could do was laugh. What was so funny? You don’t actually know, but something about it had made to so giggly. Face pressed into his chest, laughing.

You two had decided that it seemed like a better idea for Tadashi to drive to two of you downtown and when you opened the passenger seat door there was a large bouquet of pink tulips and daisy fillers on the seat with a calligraphy card with your name on it wrapped in brown paper. You covered your smile with your mouth as you picked up the bouquet.

“I was going to give those to you when we got there.” Tadashi said shyly, embarrassed that he missed the opportunity to give them to you when he pulled up to the gas station parking lot.

All you did was stare at him, endearence in your eyes before kissing that boy straight on the lips another time.

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Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Ten

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You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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Choso was bored. It was Friday night and he was currently laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how much he missed you. Granted, he had just seen you two days ago, but who’s counting? He only wanted to be around you at all times, making sure you were safe and sound, always within eyeview and in his protection.

The man began to genuinely worry when you wouldn’t message him back during a certain timeframe (after a half hour, Choso’s mind would reel,) or when you would fall asleep before his nightly ‘goodnight’ text, not responding until the next morning, with a ‘sorry, fell asleep,'' as if he didn’t stay up half the night, contemplating driving past your house to make sure everything was okay.

You kept your promise and stayed with him until you were able to go back to work in person, with you insisting on going back to your own apartment when you had to return to the office. Something about wanting to keep your daily routine. Ugh, whatever.

As part of the agreement though, Choso had to be the one to take you to and from work, with no exceptions. Because he had finally convinced (forced) you to let him take care of your car repairs, it was now in the shop for a couple weeks. He didn’t understand why you had gotten so worked up about him simply wanting to pay for the repairs, it really wasn’t that much of a hassle for him. In all honesty, he really wanted to buy you a new car, but seeing your reaction to him offering to get maintenance done on it, he made the right call.

You thankfully seemed to be more receptive to him wanting to take care of you now as each day passed, with him doing little things to make your days easier. Starting off, he woke up extra early to get your signature caramel latte and chocolate croissant every morning from your favorite cafe for you to start the day, knowing you never wanted to show your face in the establishment anymore thanks to the public spat between you and that horrible ex-boyfriend of yours. The simple gesture seemed to ease your usual morning tension, bringing that bright smile to your face, so he decided to make it a habit to do for you every day.

You had also briefly mentioned wanting to get beauty maintenance done for your upcoming birthday weekend (whatever that meant,) and that it was going to be more on the expensive side, so Choso did the obvious thing and proceeded to send you a hefty balance via apple pay. He really had no idea how much all this stuff costs, but he knew it sounded pricey, so he wanted to be more on the safe side.

You, of course, didn’t take it willingly at first, throwing a fit, causing another argument, claiming that paying for vehicle maintenance was more than enough. You really didn’t get it, he could buy you the entire world, the entire universe, and it still wouldn’t be enough for him. After a tense back and forth between the two of you (and a few aggressive taps on the ass from Choso,) you accepted it, gratefully. He knew it would be a huge help and that you would eventually give up anyways, but he really wanted to drill it in your head that you would never have to want for anything when you were his.

You already were his, he just hadn’t made it official, yet. The timing never seemed right with everything going on. From drama with your ex to your upcoming birthday celebration, he just didn’t know when to ask you. It was going to be very soon, he knew that, he was just waiting for the perfect opportunity and the best way to pop the question. He really wanted to jump several steps and make you his wife already, but that wasn’t the socially acceptable way to do it. Boring.

He wanted to be your husband and the father of your kids already, to hell with societal norms. You were the most beautiful being in the world to him, he knew there was no other person on this planet that could turn his head or excite him in the way that you did. Your impulsive and vibrant personality always kept him on his toes and he loved it. Being with you brought him out of his shell, with him slowly becoming more expressive with his emotions and talkative because of you.

Anyway, as he lay in bed thinking of you, he couldn’t help but wish you were still home with him, where you belonged. Every day you were at his place, he had something to look forward to when he got back from work. Coming home to the smell of grilled cheese and freshly brewed coffee was something he had grown accustomed to. He would come home to see you in his clothes that were too large for you, bare faced, with that head full of curls, looking so fucking pretty. He especially loved the couple days he would come back to see you hanging out with Yuji, either watching television or listening to his youngest brother talk your gorgeous little head off about something you very clearly had no clue what he was going on about. You just listened, pitching in every now and then, asking questions to encourage the conversation.

God, he missed you so fucking much.

One thing he really missed though? The incredible, mind shattering, groundbreaking sex the two of you had been having. You two were at it like rabbits, going round after round, lasting until one of you passed out (it was always you falling asleep right after asking for another round.) Choso had learned you were a borderline nymphomaniac, wanting to fuck every chance the two of you were behind closed doors. He wasn’t complaining though, he was finally glad he found someone who could keep up with him, he’d just underestimated how much of a sex fiend you were, and how much stamina you really had.

“Cho’, fuck- I’m gonna cum again. Please.” You were stuttering on Choso’s rigid cock, your hands fisted in your own hair of shiny curls, head leaned back as you rocked your hips back and forth on top of him, incomplete sentences coming from your mouth.

Choso was staring at you from below in awe, lip caught in his teeth, your perfect body grinding on his impossibly hard dick, with your nipples harder than rocks. He could see the goosebumps on your body as you moaned out, trying to remain as quiet as possible in the house, even though the stereo from up above in Yuji’s bedroom had been blasting for hours now.

“Please what, baby?” Choso’s voice was husky and deep, louder than yours, knowing his brother couldn’t hear you two going at it like animals. His arms were resting behind his head, a proud smile on his face, body sat up halfway as he watched you fuck yourself on top of him, sitting on your rightful throne like the queen you were. He was only a peasant compared to you, watching as you ruled his world. “You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Fuck-” He paused mid sentence, feeling the pulse of your wet cunt, causing an electric bolt to shoot up his body. “Keep using me. Ride this fucking dick.” He continued after a brief second, pants filling his breath.

He’d noticed your body reacted to the dirty words he oh so loved muttering as he was inside of you, so he’d made a habit of speaking filthily to you, as well as giving you the words of praise he always did.

Your pretty eyes snapped to his, tears brimming in those brown irises as he felt your soft walls tighten around him and your movements stopped briefly as you let out a closed mouthed whimper, entire body twitching as you did so, causing Choso to let out a shiver at the sudden tight, hot hug your cunt was giving him. He felt your arousal drip out of you and down his shaft, the blend of both of your cum mixing together again, not knowing whose liquid was whose.

“That’s a good girl…” Choso spoke, trying to compose himself, voice trailing off as he lifted his hips to meet yours, selfishly wanting to have another orgasm too. Your eyes almost bulged out your head at the sudden movement and sultry moans came out of that pretty mouth, forming an ‘o.’ “Can I cum inside you again, baby? Keep filling you up? Please?” He asked all at once, eagerly, knowing you would say yes anyway, he was just showing a little consideration.

You simply nodded, facial expression remaining the same, seemingly unable to speak as you were still riding out your intense orgasm that was currently dripping down Choso’s left thigh. That’s all it took for Choso to use his large hands to grip your asscheeks and use its plumpness to glide you up and down his wet cock, causing you to snap out of your daze, with your pretty moans to fill the large room again.

His hips were snapping up at the perfect speed, going deep enough to reach your g-spot, your soft cunt warming the entirety of his length with each thrust. He wasn’t going to last long, he knew that already as he had been cumming fast all night (and week.) He had already emptied his load into you twice already during the past hour, with both you and he not wanting to end this incredible session you were having.

He wasn’t complaining though. Why would he? He had the best view right now. Your incredible body on top of his, using him for your pleasure, brown skin glistening with light sweat, dark hair sticking to your face and neck, fucking crying and panting on his soaking dick. If he could live in this moment forever he would, pleasuring you infinitely.

Your pretty face was twisted up again, eyebrows furrowing as you looked down at him with tears now running down your face, and Choso knew what that meant. His rams got progressively rougher and he knew he was close again, too. He had to get another orgasm out of you before he finished though. He needed to feel you milking his seed out of him and into you, then he would be done for the night. Maybe.

He spit on his thumb before quickly attaching the digit to your clit, still using one arm to wrap around your waist to guide you on his cock, your clapping ass bouncing on him roughly, and began rubbing soft circles on the sensitive bud. You were panting again, more tears streaming from your eyes and onto your glistening neck. Choso was beginning to lose it just as you clenched on his length again, your tight, sopping pussy sliding up and down, up and down, and fuck.

Right on queue, the two of you were cumming at the same time, Choso’s rough, rhythmic, movements stuttering, hot seed spilling into you, as he groaned out, head resting back onto the headboard as he released into you. You were still a mess on top of him, your orgasm running through you with your wet lips quivering, looking absolutely delectable.

Choso spoke lowly and out of breath, almost wincing from the overstimulation of your tight cunt still squeezing around him. “That’s right, baby. Cum on this dick, it’s all fucking yours.” His arm around your waist was guiding you to grind on him, riding him as his thumb still abused your swollen button. You were a sobbing, gorgeous mess on top of him, those pretty sounds coming out those precious, full lips of yours, as more of your juices soaked his sheets, creating a huge mess he loved seeing.

His swollen cock was still twitching inside you, extremely over sensitive when you asked him if he could keep going, that pretty voice filling his ears, making it impossible for him to say no.

Choso’s dick was in his hand at the memory, swollen and ready to erupt as he heard the ping of his cell phone causing him to let out a loud groan. He reached over to the bedside table and his heart skipped a couple beats as he saw your name next to the messages icon on his lock screen. A smile spread across his lips upon seeing that, forgetting all about his aching cock.

He opened the message to see that you sent multiple photos of yourself, all showing your new look. His throat dried up as he swiped through each photo, soon having to clear his throat or he would begin dry heaving.

You were sporting a new hairstyle, your natural hair flat ironed, and cascading down your back, thick and shiny. Your dark, sultry eyes had long lashes on them that flattered your eye shape, making you look impossibly more beautiful. Your hand was displayed in the photo, showing a new set of nails that were long and painted a cream color with extravagant gems on a few of your fingers.

He quickly loved every image, and texted you back, “Are you trying to make my dick hard? If so, mission accomplished.” He wasn’t lying, he was still hard, somehow impossibly more than before as he stared at the photos. You were looking straight into the camera, giving the lens a seductive look.

Your text back came in fairly quickly after that, a notification indicating you loved his message and a sly response of “Don’t I always do that?”

Choso laughed out loud at that, knowing you were right. He decided to give you an actually compliment in response, one with words consisting of “beautiful,” “sunflower,” and fucking your brains out the second the two of you were alone.” Very romantic.

He knew you were going out tonight, with your sisters visiting from out of town since the day before. Andrea had apparently made it clear that the first half of your birthday weekend was for “the girls,” a message Kento had relayed over to him during their lunch break one day at the office.

Because your birthday fell on a Sunday, you wanted to celebrate with your sisters and best friend Thursday-Saturday night. Choso rolled his eyes at that. He was happy you were making time to spend time with your sisters and Andrea, but he fucking missed you. He was incredibly selfish and wanted you all to himself, wanting to spend the entirety of your birthday weekend together so he could spoil you all three days, not just the day as planned.

It was okay though, considering Andrea had planned a surprise party at her and Kento’s apartment on Saturday, and Choso was invited. Tonight was apparently a “girls only clubbing night.” Choso tensed up at that thought. The last time you went out, it didn’t go too well for you. He, in fact, had no idea where you were that entire night. The worry and anxiety he felt was something he never wanted to feel again, the emotions he was currently feeling right now..

He trusted you, but he didn’t trust other people. What if someone tried to hit on you? What if they tried to hurt you? You were nothing but his weak little baby who could barely protect yourself. Yeah, you had a mouth on you for sure, but Choso had no idea if you could handle a situation where a physical altercation ensued. The thought of you needing him and him not being there was driving his mind crazy, the idea causing the clench of his jaw and heavy breathing at the moment. What if a man-

Another text ping drove Choso away from his sinister thoughts and he was grateful this time, before picking it up and seeing another message from you, letting him know you were on your way out and to “not wait up.” He rolled his eyes at your message, knowing damn well he had half a mind to show up to the club and keep an eye on you from afar.

Should he? Shouldn’t he be there, closeby, just to be sure no one would lay a finger on you?

Those were the thoughts going through his head, as he began getting dressed, mind already made up on what he was going to do, anyway.

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shuahoonie · 1 year

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my home | joshua hong

pairing: joshua (svt) x gn!reader

notes: tooth-aching fluff, swearing, established relationship, pet names, a drop of angst, platonic!svt x reader, and a clingy joshua hong.

words count: 1.4k

summary: the members can always rely on joshua whenever they feel down and tired. thankfully, joshua has you in his life to fall back on.

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"hi joshy, you okay?" you called from the other line. you had the phone pressed between your ear and your shoulder as you tried to sort out the papers that you still need to annotate.

you received a text from joshua asking if you were awake while you were trying to write your research paper. knowing that he probably just finished rehearsals, you’ve decided to call your boyfriend instead.

“what happened to baby?” joshua asked from the other line.

“what do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“i’m just joshy now to you?” you could feel the pout forming in his lips, making you roll your eyes and laugh at how childish your boyfriend is being.

“i fucking hate you,” you laughed as you took a hold of your phone, choosing to leave the papers for next morning.

“first it was joshy, now you hate me?” joshua whined jokingly “are you trying to break up with me?”

“did you just get back from practice?” you asked, choosing to drop whatever this banter you’ve managed to create.

“yeah,” joshua hummed softly. “they made us stay for an extra hour than they usually do, since the comeback date is almost in sight.”

“have you eaten yet?” you asked, already on your way to the kitchen to pack left over kimchi stew that your mom made while she was in your apartment earlier. maybe your mom knew you were going to give some to the boys— either way, you’re still thankful.

“no, but i’ll probably just sleep it off.” he mumbled from the other line. “‘m too tired to cook.”

“ya!” you yelled from the other line. “i’m already on my way to bring you food. just stay put!” the persistence in your tone was evident.

you were rushing to put everything in a tote bag so you can be on your way. you didn’t even bother to change out from your pyjamas and decided to just throw on a jacket instead.

“it’s already late, angel.” joshua laughed at how insistent you were. he knew early on that there’s no way of stopping you. “and what about your paper?”

“i’ll drive, don’t worry! i’ll be there in 15.” you said, already on your way to your car. “besides, i’m not in the mood to write it anymore, i’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

“angel, you have to be careful, okay?” you heard joshua say. “you’re not actually the best driver.” he was joking. kinda.

“at night,” you added but all you heard was an unconvinced hum from your boyfriend. “shuji!” you gasped.

“okay, drive carefully, angel! can’t use your phone while driving!” joshua stated, urging you to end the call before you can even respond.

you’ve learned to be careful around joshua—seeing that dating someone with a huge following will never be easy. so at times when he would need a pick me up, you’re willing to drop everything for him. much like what he does for you.

but you’ve learned to live with it, cope with it, and accept it. because you could never ask for someone better than your joshuji.

you sent a quick text to joshua, saying you’ve arrived. as soon as you reached his floor, he was already waiting in the hall for you— arms spread out, waiting for you to tackle him into a hug.

and you do. you’ll always give him the biggest hug— even if you’re carrying a heavy tote bag with a large container of stew. “i’ve missed you, shuji.” you sighed as your buried your face on the crook of his neck.

“where’s yn? i was promised food.” seungcheol peers into the hallway, popping out of nowhere. he saw the fairly large bag that you’re carrying and saw the stew inside. “kimchi jjigae! this is perfect!”

“you brat,” you squinted your eyes at him. “that’s for my boyfriend!”

“yn, there’s enough to feed more than 10 people here!” seungcheol groaned. “your boyfriend doesn’t even eat that much!”

“i packed that much because i knew if i only packed a small serving, joshua would still let the members have it even though he’s hungry.” you pointed out, giving joshua a side eye.

“it’s nice to know that you think of us when it comes to packing food,” cheol sarcastically said.

“okay, that’s enough,” joshua laughed. “let’s go inside, i’ll text the other members if they’re up for food.”

the dorm became lively again. the rest of the members came with glee in their eyes, even though they’re visibly tired. they welcomed you with warm hugs and overwhelming gratitude. it was times like these that you were grateful how far your friendship with them has taken you.

the members were gathered in the table, each having their own conversations. joshua was just watching them with a smile on his face, quietly observing them.

“okay, baby, you have to eat.” you said as you served him a bowl of stew a small portion of rice.

“you didn’t have to do any of this angel,” joshua said softly, looking up at you with kind eyes. he felt bad that you had to ditch writing your paper but he knew there was no way of stopping you from getting what you want.

“i know,” you said, caressing joshua’s face. “but i wanted to.” joshua looked up at you with a loving smile, leaning back as you stood behind his chair.

“i wish joshua gave me that look,” hoshi pouts before stuffing his mouth full of stew, making the group laugh.

joshua was still resting his head on your torso, eyes closed and definitely not eating.

“joshua hong, i practically ran over 2 red lights so i can bring you food. you have to eat.” you scolded him.

joshua groaned, not even bothering to do so. instead, he grabbed both your arms and wrapped them around him.

“ynnie, 2 red lights?” dk asked as if you’ve grown two heads “wah, i’m still surprised how you got your license.” dk joked making you stick your tongue out at him.

“hey, at least i’m not as bad as soonyoung!” you said in defence, pouting.

“yah! i’m not a bad driver!” hoshi argued.

“soonie, i saw how hard jihoon was holding on to the grab handles the one time i asked you to drive my car.”

joshua laughed at your counter argument, making you direct your attention back at him. “yah! do you want me to feed you, hong jisoo? i told you to eat and quit skipping your meals.”

“ooh, they’re mad now.” dino commented quietly “they called hyung by his korean name.” the group snickered, making you throw daggers at them.

“i don’t need to eat, angel,” joshua coos “just having you here by my side is enough to fill my appetite.”

joshua’s cheesy comment made the entire group groan in disgust, including you. he, on the other hand, found it hilarious. joshua knew how much they hate it when he spews out corny shit like that.

“i think i just lost my appetite,” seungkwan mumbled, dropping his utensils. a mutter of agreements passed around the table, urging them to clear the table faster.

in just a matter of a few minutes, you and joshua were left alone in the kitchen as the rest of the members gathered in the living room to give you two some space.

“i thought they’d never leave,” joshua sighed in content as he urged you to sit beside him, pulling your chair closer to him. “i missed you, angel.”

“did you have to make a cheesy comment like that?”

“if i didn’t, they will never leave us alone.” joshua pouts at your incredulous look. he knew you hated cheesy comments even before you two started dating. “the members love you a lot and i don’t have the energy to compete for your attention.”

joshua’s childish yet understandable comment makes you laugh. “joshua hong, when did you get so clingy?”

“why do you keep calling me by my full name?” joshua whined. “did i do something i wasn’t aware of? am i not worthy of being your baby?”

“no,” you laughed “but it’s adorable that you’re that serious over a pet name.”

“angel, we’ve been dating for over a year now. you know how serious i can be over things like these.” joshua pouts, making you pinch his cheeks.

“you’re cute,” you giggled.

“i know,” joshua gave you a toothy smile.

“now eat,” you deadpanned.

BONUS: the adventures of you and shuji

just had to write this lil brain rot because i miss joshua 😪

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delqcate · 6 months

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-–— STEAMING MUGS : FLUFFTOBER DAY 4

first time writing for conrad 🫶 i don't have much to say but i just wanna mention i'll be busy this week and next week because i have lots of tests, but i'll probably still be able to post in time. also please don't be afraid to comment or send me any feedback for my writing, i appreciate all the reblogs and reblog comments too mwah | flufftober | navigation

summary: waves crashing, kettles hissing, and taylor swift. there's no better sound than these things. (this is such a bad summary💀)

warnings/cw: no y/n, belly's sister, maybe some canon breaking???

word count: 0.7 k

paring: conrad fisher x you

Laughter filled the air as you and Conrad started running towards the snowing beach, a sight you never got to see until he could finally start driving.

You and Conrad had been testing the waters lately, making sure the both of you wanted this before committing to anything. Ever since the events of last year went down, everyone's emotions were scattered, and both of you knew better than to jump into something serious at a time like that.

"I win!" He laughs breathlessly, placing his hands on his knees in a slightly bent position. He looks at you with that wide smile you adore.

"No fair! Your legs are longer!" You whine back, you've forgotten how tiring the trip from the beach house to the beach was at times, and it seemed even harder in the winter.

"Oh, shut up. C'mere." He takes your hand and pulls out his phone. He stands behind you and wraps an arm around you as he plants a kiss on your cheek, taking the photo. You look down at the photo, laughing softly. Both your cheeks were red from the cold and a smile that wouldn't wipe off.

An idea pops into your head and you take his phone, playing the perfect song for something that was a weird sight for you but oh, so, fucking beautiful. You look back at him with a cheeky smile and hand him the phone. "Still remember the dance for the debutante ball?"

He shakes his head, his smile forming into a grin. That night was one of the worst of his life, but also one of the best. "How could I forget? You stepped on my feet all the time during practice." He takes position with you as you shake your head, a wider smile on your face.

"That was not my fault, you couldn't stay away from me." You sigh as the both of you start to dance, the only thing that fills the air is the waves softly crashing and the slightly muffled music.

"As much as I loved that, it was fucking freezing." He slips his coat off, helping you take off yours before turning on the fireplace to help the both of you keep warm. You head over to your bag and pull out two packs of hot chocolate. The summer house was always cleaned out before everyone left, so there was little to no food at all in the pantry or fridge.

You set the water to a boil and as soon as it starts to hiss, you pour the water into the mugs, mixing it and watching as the water turns into a comforting mix of chocolate and marshmallows. Conrad comes over, wrapping his arms around your waist as his lips start to leave light kisses on your cheek. A laugh escapes your lips and you sigh, nothing felt better than this.

"Let's warm-up, you're freezing." He mumbles into your neck before slowly pulling away, taking the steaming mugs from the counter, and bringing them over to the living room. You take a seat on the floor and stare at the fireplace. "You sure this isn't just an excuse to cuddle?"

You press your legs against your chest and look over at him as he sits down beside you, shaking his head and taking a careful sip of his hot chocolate. "Nuh-uh. If I wanted to cuddle, you'd be willing to anyway." He smirks as you roll your eyes and lay on his shoulder.

"Mom would kill me if she found out I snuck out. Thankfully Belly promised to keep it a secret if I brought her a souvenir." He lets out a laugh and lays his head on yours, taking your hand and placing it on the warm mug. You watch as the steam escapes, the warmth of the mug and his hand, plus the fireplace is enough to keep you warm.

"I love you, you know that?" He mumbles out, not wanting to ruin the moment. You nod once and let his free hand cup your face, tilting your head to let your forehead meet his. "I mean it. Prettiest girl in all of Cousins. Actually, scratch that, the entire world." You let out a soft chuckle and lean in, both your lips meet and let the kiss escalate into something bigger.

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myseungsunglove · 6 months

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All you had to do was ask | Lmh

Pairing: Lee know x Reader

Warnings: Smut, you won’t find any plot here

Word Count: 2.6k

𖠫Summary: Some days you just can’t stop staring at Lee Know. Something about the way he moves draws you in and makes you ache in ways that should be embarrassing. Today, in one of the practice rooms of all places, you’re just bold enough to finally do something about it.

✎A/N✎: I don’t know where this came from. It just popped into my head and begged to be written. Here you are. Hope you enjoy my totally and completely pure thoughts.

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Smut warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex (maybe don’t do this one, folks), semi-public sex

“You know, if you would actually fuck me instead of with your eyes, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to stare so much,” Lee Know snarks, jolting you out of one of your shameless staring sessions.

You couldn’t help yourself sometimes. During dance practice, Lee Know was often dripping with sweat and you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering. When he rudely interrupted your train of thought, you were contemplating what the sweat running down his thick neck would taste like and what those thick thighs would feel like between your legs, bringing you to the sweetest release.

“Or maybe,” you deadpan, looking him in the eyes. “I’d stare more because then I’d know what it’s like to have your dick inside me.”

If the other guys had been around, you would have held your tongue, but they’d all left an hour ago and Lee Know had stayed behind to help perfect your dance.

You hold his gaze, not daring to look away and you notice the barely imperceptible jaw clench from Lee Know before his eyes rake over you, as he processes what you said. You can see him considering your words, his tongue poking out of his mouth to run over his bottom lip and immediately pulling it in between his teeth, subconsciously biting it in contemplation.

“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, slowly walking towards where you’re seated on the cushioned bench of the practice room.

Your cheeks heat up, the warmth spreading down your neck all the way down your body. The moment Lee Know sits down beside you, his thick thighs pressing against yours, your brain short circuits but thankfully your legs spring into action. You stand and move away to give yourself some separation before your body has an opportunity to betray you.

He doesn’t let you get far, grabbing your wrist, pulling you back toward him. He guides you to stand between his legs, boxing you in with his thighs.

“Don’t get shy now, jagiya,” he teases, a smirk appearing on his stupid handsome face.

He grabs one of your legs, running his hand along your thigh and brings your knee to settle on the outside of his leg. You don’t resist the contact but instead, follow his lead and place the other knee on the other side of him, effectively straddling him. It’s not exactly the daydream he rudely interrupted, but it’s close enough to make you want to internally combust.

He guides you to settle on his lap, and immediately your aching core is met with his hard bulge. And from the feel of it, he is big.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, your hands linking together behind his neck as you try not to grind against him. His hands are hot on the skin of your hips, holding you firmly against him.

“We could, you know,” he says, looking into your eyes. His eyes are piercing and serious. He pokes his tongue between his teeth and you can’t help but want to suck it between your soft pink lips, absolutely devouring him and pulling a sweet moan from his throat.

Your brows knit together in confusion at his words, not following his insinuation.

“We could fuck,” he supplies frankly when he realizes you don’t understand. “Maybe you aren’t the only one with a staring problem. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never thought about fucking you senseless right here in this room,” he admits. “The idea that I could be the sole reason you're dripping with sweat and panting… hmmmm,” he swallows thickly before he continues. “Though I do wonder if you could take me. It’d be a tight fit if that pussy is as tight and warm as I’ve imagined.”

You can’t believe his audacity, but his words spur on your movements, your hips moving against him. Lee Know’s hands slip under your shirt to your bare back, guiding the movement of your hips against his. Goosebumps erupt across your skin, the pads of his fingers dancing along your now overly heated skin.

You run your hands along his firm chest and down his bicep, grabbing him by the wrist and bringing it in front of you. You hold his hand momentarily as you admire the veins that run along his arm and hand, your hips still mindlessly rutting against him. You momentarily think about sucking his fingers into your mouth, but your aching cunt has different ideas. You clench around nothing just thinking about him being inside of you.

Lee Know watches you closely as you place his hand on your stomach underneath your shirt, and inch his fingers just into the waistband of your shorts. From there, the next move will be his to take.

Leaning forward, you whisper into his ear. “How about you make sure I can take you then,” you challenge, nipping at him slightly before soothing the bite with your tongue.

He moans obscenely, deep and guttural, and his hand pushes into your shorts. His fingers cup your heat as his palm presses firmly against your clit. You're already wet when he runs his fingers along the hem of your underwear and pulls them to the side, his thick fingers immediately coming in contact with your wet folds, swiping between them greedily and circling your opening.

“I knew you had a slutty side,” he growls, as he slips his middle finger inside you while simultaneously crashing his lips against yours in a messy and tongue tangling kiss. His tongue prods at yours in the same way his thick digit explores your cunt, his ring finger sliding in beside the first and scissoring you open, causing you to moan into his mouth.

As if trying to prove him right, you grind your hips against his hand desperately, the heel pressing deliciously against your clit with each tiny movement, allowing a jolt of pleasure to course through you.

“More,” you pant, your fingers digging into his shoulders, “Please,” you beg between heavy breaths.

He tilts his head curiously, smirking at you.

“Kitten sure is needy isn’t she?” he teases, but obliges your request, slipping a third finger into you, pulling a sinful sound from your lips. One you didn’t even know you were capable of uttering.

His plump lips find your pulse point and he plants an open mouth kiss there, happy to leave a trail of wet kisses along your neck and jawline. Each time your hips undulate against him, you're reminded of the sizable cock that is hiding in his sweats. Without giving yourself a minute to second guess it, you slip your hand into his gray sweatpants finding that he is wearing no underwear at all.

“Who’s the slut now?” you smirk at him as your dainty hand wraps around his cock.

You were right, big doesn’t even begin to describe Lee Know’s dick. He feels hot and heavy in your hand as you squeeze him, running your hand up and down his shaft languidly so that you feel every ridge and vein. His head falls back against the wall at your ministrations and it’s your turn to kiss along his neck, moving up behind his ear and sucking a small mark there.

“Mine,” you groan in his ear, squeezing his cock with a slow stroke, running your thumb over his warm tip, precum already seeping from him.

You stroke him again, causing his breath to hitch in his throat momentarily. “Take your pants… “Fuck. Off. Take em off, now,” he tries to demand but it comes out sounding more like begging. His fingers slip out of you and he pushes you away a little.

You take the hint, release his cock, and stand, quickly shedding your shorts and underwear. He lifts his hips and you yank his sweats down past his knees. He kicks them off in a rush as you lay eyes on his cock for the first time and man is it pretty, standing tall and proud, the tip an angry red and leaking steadily. The red reminds you of the shade his ears turn when he gets particularly embarrassed in front of the members. He pulls his legs up onto the bench, leaning back on his hands and holds your gaze without hesitation.

“Fuck,” you moan, sounding absolutely fucked out and he hasn’t even gotten inside you yet. “I’m gonna suck that pretty thing dry next time, but right now,” you say, moving to straddle him, “I need it filling me up,” you moan, aligning the tip with your entrance and sliding down on him slowly, not giving him the opportunity to argue one way or the other.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathe, eyes squeezing shut, as you inch down onto him. It’s slow moving at first as you take slow, deep breaths, allowing your walls to clench and unclench, letting him in bit by bit until you realize you're pressed against his balls, his cock fully sheathed inside you.

“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” he speaks for the first time in a minute.

You open your eyes to see a shit eating grin on his face. “Take it for a ride,” he teases, moving his hips up into you, the tip of his cock pressing that soft spot inside you, causing your legs to quiver slightly. “And next time, if you’re sucking me, I’m definitely getting a taste of this pretty pussy,” he says, looking down between you where your bodies connect.

You can’t help but look down too, a small gasp slipping between your lips as your eyes land on the place where you are now intimately connected with Lee Know.

You lift yourself up slowly, his cock slick with your arousal as it reveals itself, only to lower yourself down quickly, punching the breath out of you both as you grind against him, your hands gripping his shoulders fiercely as you ride him just like he suggested.

He wraps his arms around your waist and up your back, pressing your bodies close together as your movements quicken. Your clit meets his pelvic bone with each thrust forward, and you can feel Lee Know’s hot breath against your neck, your name falling from his lips like a desperate prayer as you fuck yourself on him.

In a completely brainless moment, he reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt over his shoulders, tossing it to the side. Desperate to have him pressed against you in earnest, you do the same, your need to feel close to him dominating any rational thought in your brain and forgetting that you are in a very public place where you could be discovered at any time.

“You’re definitely more than a slut,” he utters the minute he sees you bare before him. There is a hint of teasing in his voice before he continues. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he moans, his lips kissing along your clavical and down between the valley of your breast.

You lean back to allow him better access to you, your hands landing on the bench behind you as you continue to ride him relentlessly, that knot in you tightening quicker with each erratic movement. His arms are wrapped around your waist as he helps support you, his lips latching onto one of your nipples and biting down gently before sucking the nub between his plush lips.

“Lee Know,” you breathe, your chest heaving as your hips start to slow, completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

He pushes you back onto the cushioned bench, slipping out of you momentarily, causing your head to spin. Quickly, he is hovering over your body, his hand wrapped around his cock as he guides it back into you. Your body arches against him, and he presses your bodies together, his lips finding yours in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue moves slowly against yours, in much the same way that his hips move into you.

Each time he bottoms out, he presses himself against you, creating a delicious friction on your clit that leaves you chasing after that electric feeling that it creates.

The knot that had been building before, quickly returns, your legs closing in around Lee Know’s hips in an effort to keep him as close and as deep as possible. Your hands are wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as his movements begin to get sloppy and more erratic.

“Make me cum,” you moan. Beg. “Fuck, Please!” you cry with one particularly sharp thrust.

He renews his efforts with your begging.

“All you had to do was ask, jagiya,” he smirks down at you, leaning back and grabbing your hips, crashing them together once maybe twice before his fingers reach between you and press hard against your clit, rubbing circles around it.

That’s all it takes for your walls to descend upon him, fluttering wildly against his hard length, a burst of white pleasure lighting up behind your eyes. Your body quivers as you border on overstimulation from the pleasure. Just as your release ebbs, Lee Know presses himself firmly against you with one heavy thrust, and releases into you, pulling a cry from your lips as your orgasm renews and your legs shake wildly. A weak laugh falls from you as you try to escape the overwhelming pleasure, pushing against Lee Knows chest, but he keeps you pinned beneath him as he empties into you. You find your gravity in each other, your lips meeting once more.

“Fuck,” you say, exhausted as your arms fall on the bench above your head, your chest heaving dramatically with each breath.

“Yes,” Lee Know smirks down at you. “Yes we did.”

You shake your head at him and slap his chest playfully, and he catches your wrist in his hand pulling you close to him for a searing kiss.

“Let’s get the hell out of here. I’ve got a lot more I’d like to do to you if you’re willing,” he offers, standing and bending over to grab his sweats from where they had been shucked and forgotten earlier.

“Oh I’m willing,” you laugh as you sit up and grab for your discarded clothes, slipping everything back on. You’re hot and sticky, red and breathing heavy, but to an outsider that could all just be dance practice. “I’m definitely gonna want a shower,” you grimace as you feel his cum leaking out of you as you move to stand.

He chuckles low as he side eyes you.

“I can help with that too,” he smiles teasingly at you.

You hold his gaze. “Maybe then you can show me what that pretty mouth can do.”

“Bet,” he agrees, seriously. “My mouth will be the only one you ever want again, jagiya,” he adds as you head for the door of the practice room.

You turn around and kiss him hard as his hands grab your hips and hold you close to him.

“Too late for that,” you smile against his lips. “These lips are mine and mine alone,” you growl possessively, and he reaches down and gives your ass a firm squeeze.

“All you had to do was ask, jagiya,” he smiles at you, slipping his hand into yours and pulling you out of the room, eager to get you home and have his way with you.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know x reader #lee know x you #Lee know smut #lee know fanfiction

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prettyoatmeal · 1 year

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we need a price headcanon while dating😍

John Price Headcanons While You're Dating (and how you got there)

YEAAHSSSS-

I mean- ahem, yes, it seems we do.

Now then,

Genre: Fluff, Smut implications but nothing graphic.

Summary: Just some pre and during dating head cannons. GN reader, no mentions of Y/N.

Content Warnings: Daddy issues mentions.

Masterlist here!

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(This is the 'how you got there' part, scroll for actual dating HC's)

Mr Mutton Chops over here gives me massive daddy vibes.

He's giving 'only a few years older than everyone else but is ten-million times more mature'.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't like having little bit of fun here and there.

He's had experience, however, it's been a good while since he's been in the game.

Being deployed for what feels like the longest time ever distracts the mind from any kind of romantic relationships.

However, once you end up joining the Task Force, those thoughts come flooding back to him.

It took a good bit of convincing from Laswell for him to let you join, but once you do, he notices your skills and you've immediately caught his attention. It caught everyone's attention.

He's both shocked and impressed, and with how much attention you've gotten from the boys, especially Gaz since he's the closest to your age, it got him awfully jealous.

You found their flirtatious attitudes flattering, but really, your eyes would always focus on the Captain.

His stern voice, the way he knows exactly what he wants, you never expected it to be arousing in a way.

Price had felt the same, he didn't want to admit it, but he very quickly became fond of you, from the way you laugh at his jokes, to the way you say "Yes, sir!" which he swears you purposefully purr out just to get him riled up.

You took notice of all the special attention you've been getting from the boys, and also noticed how Price would always be seething anytime anyone had mentioned your name.

And so like a pack of wolves wrestling over the fluffy little lamb in front of them, the competition had started.

Soap would always become a massive flirt around your presence, especially when you're around the Captain for laugh himself. He thought it was hilarious seeing him getting so worked up over his comments.

"Well lookie 'ere! Ain't you a sight for sore eyes, little Lass!"

"Ah, Johnny, glad you're here. Bathrooms need a cleaning. Get to it."

"Aye, sir :("

Poor Soap.

Price was one to rarely flirt however, he found it unprofessional, he found HIMSELF unprofessional, catching feelings for some new recruit.

That was his last straw though, soon he'd pull out the old reliable, 'I think I like someone, and you know them very well'.

Thankfully, there was perfect timing. Soap shouted the lot for drinks at the pub and Price knew he had to tell you there.

He had the whole thing planned out, buttering you up over a couple of drinks, becoming more and more forward throughout the night which in return caused you to become very flustered and giggly.

"Soap was right, y'know. You are quite the sight for sore eyes."

"Could say the same to you, Sir."

"Please, call me John while we're not out there, won't ya?"

The way you nodded as you looked up at him drove him wild, eager to follow any order he gave you. It gave him all the confidence he needed to pop the question.

AHEM-

Anyway

Actual Dating HC's

Remember how I said he has massive Daddy vibes?

Yeah, well

He's extremely protective over you.

Any threat he sees, he's already shielding you from it.

Walking along the pavement? He's keeping you on the inside, shielding you from the road. Going out to another bar where drunkens are roaming the place? His arms are already around your waist the moment you two leave the car.

You always tell him that you can protect yourself, you fight among the best of the best, but he doesn't budge one bit.

And thats okay, he loves protecting you and you love it too. It makes you feel safe.

LOOOVES calling you pet names.

Love, Gorgeous, Doll, Sweetheart, its all in his vocabulary to call you.

You ask him to call you something else, he'll call you that as many times as you like.

"Hey, John? From now on, can you start calling me-"

"On it!"

At the beginning of your relationship, he takes everything slow now that the others aren't around as often to take you away from him.

Though as the months pass, he's gotten so used to your touch that it's all he could think about.

Favourite part of you for him to hold? Definitely your hands. The way his hands engulf yours and how soft they feel makes his heart skip a beat.

He's normally a very confident man, he's a captain after all, his job requires him to be tough. It may have taken him a while, but he can really relax when you two are together.

Will purposefully grow his hair out so it's easier for you to grab and run your fingers through it.

Won't admit it, but he loves when you tug on his hair.

Just pull on it a little bit, please, he's begging

If you just HAPPEN to have daddy issues (I'm definitely not projecting) he will very gladly give you that comfort you need.

This is another branch off of where I was going with the 'daddy vibes'.

He's completely devoted to treating you the way you deserve, making up for all the comfort you've never received.

"I'm here and I don't ever plan to leave. You're safe with me, Sweetheart." as he holds you to his chest :(((

Any mention of your father and he's immediately pulling you into his arms and pulling his phone out to watch some funny videos or putting a movie on to distract you knowing how much of a sensitive topic it is.

Loves when you hold onto his arm while you're together, it makes him feel needed.

Definitely fulfils that fatherly role while being your boyfriend at the same time.

He'll cook whatever you're feeling for you whenever you're feeling out of it, give you massages, help you keep tidy, maybe even help you shower or wash your hair if you're particularly feeling awful.

Of course he will, all he ever wants to do is please you.

He knows you'd do the same for him if he wasn't feeling right, why shouldn't he treat you like royalty?

Helps take care of your daily needs, especially the ones in bed.

COUGH.

Whoops.

Speaking of such, hates seeing you cry.

It will absolutely break his heart.

He'd do absolutely anything and everything just to see you happy and never shed a tear out of sadness ever again, he just loves you that much.

Notice how I only specified sadness.

Alright, thats all I can think of, might do a Part 2.

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<333 Goodnight, I'll probably add to this if I think of anything else.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #John Price x reader #Captain Price x Reader #John Price Imagines #Captain Price Imagines #John Price Fluff #Captain John Price Fluff #MW2 x reader

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hiorisgf · 1 year

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“I love you” (is harder to say than expected)

↪ft. Rin

Rin thinks he ought to tell you how he feels, but it seems it's harder than the movies made it out to be

Rin sucks at communicating; verbally, even more so. He's so pathetic, especially when he tries to tell you the three sacred words. His tongue remains stuck at 'I' and immediately shifts directions on the following words. What was supposed to be a heartfelt I love you, becomes an insult that says the opposite. (Although thankfully, Rin's learned to be careful enough to lock up the insults that would hurt you if ever it slips past his lips.)

You understood, you really did. So you never tried to push Rin to say it. Never forced him, never expected him to say it early on in your relationship. You were willing to wait. Rin knew that, but he still felt the need to tell you as soon as possible.

Rin knows he shouldn't probably take Karasu's words to heart. It was Karasu after all, he wasn't that much trustable. But Karasu's words taunts him day and night and gnaws him up on the inside leading to sleepless nights where he tries to practice saying I love you infront of a mirror with a small photograph he took of you covering where his face was supposed to be.

He succeeds—spectacularly practice wise. But when it becomes for real, he panics and gets tongue tied, the words never leaves his mouth and remains stuck on his throat, clinging desperately inside and refusing to go out, no matter what. So in the end, he leaves with nothing but a ruined pride.

Rin counts the days he's failed to say the three words he's sure you'd be elated to hear. Each day serves as a reminder for him to try harder, "If you don't tell them how you feel, they'll leave you soon enough you know?" it rings through his mind and the more the days he wastes without telling you he loves you, the more he panics and the louder the voices gets.

He figures he can show his love through his actions, maybe if he acts considerate enough you'll see the fact that he does love you an equal amount as you love him.

It worked. The smile on your face as he treats you to your favourite food place, tells him exactly just that. The small giggles that leaves your lips when he offers you his coat during the times you're cold tells him you get the memo. And he thinks this is fine. This should be fine. It should be enough proof to prove to you his love, right?

Not enough.

'The show your love through your actions' plan was a temporary fix. It only sent his insecurities away for a short while. He had to say it. He had to tell you someday—and it had to be soon. He realizes it whenever you look particularly envious when you see other people unbashedly professing their love for their chosen lover. And you won't say it (and he doubts you ever would) but Rin knows it.

Moments like these makes Rin hate himself, just a little bit. He feels powerless, incapable of being the lover you wanted him to be, you deserved to have. And it makes him clench his fist and grit his teeth in anger. But Rin perseveres, he thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks, until he's finally found it. A way to tell you I love you.

He could only hope that even in this, he won't back out like a coward. But it should be relatively easy, since all he needs to do is press a button and then the changes would be irreversible. It was perfect for him, he thinks.

"Bye Rin, I love you." you place a short peck on his lips, bidding him farewell before he heads to practice.

Rin nods, snaking his arms around your waist and squeezing you firmly, yet loose enough as to not hurt you. "Bye."

You stand by the doorway as he heads to the familiar path that would take him to a train station, waiting until he's out of your sight before heading back to your shared home and eat breakfast.

You hum a small tune as you prepare your coffee, scrolling your social medias as you wait for the water to boil. It's a surprise when you see Rin's profile popping up at your notifications. You slide it open, and what you see gets you choking on your spit.

Rinnie rin<3: I love you

Rinnie rin<3:(っ´▽`)っ

Were you being delusional? You check once, twice, thrice, and even installed-uninstalled your messaging app a dozen times. It remains, the message remains and beside it is Rin's profile pictue that you took for him. You gawk, jaw agape as your eyes widens as large as that of a saucer. This was so, so, unexpected and out of character, perhaps somebody hacked into his account? Or maybe one of his friends took it and typed those words, you don't know, but you'd have a hard time believing it was him who sent that to you, especially with the kaomoji.

Rinnie rin<3: Don't leave me on seen, idiot-_-+

By this time, you fall from your seat. He sent it? That Rin did? Unbelievable.

The warmth seeps through your cheeks and it leaves you smiling like a gosh darned idiot. Ah. Unbelievable. You're laughing, this was truly so, so, ridiculous.

Without hesitation, you oress the call button on top of Rin's contact. On the third ring, he finally picks up.

"..What?" he's quiet, uncharacteristically so.

"I love you too" you said, your grin never once leaving your face.

The other side of the phone is silent, and you wait for a minute before he finally replies.

"Is that so? If that's all I'm hanging up" Without giving you a chance to say otherwise, he immediately hits the end call button.

You frown, grumbling at his rude behavior. "Mean."

The next message you receive while complaining leaves you pausing and smiling brightly for the entire day. Gosh, for someone deemed rude by most of society, he sure was quite the dork wasn't he?

Rinnie rin<3: I love you more٩(●˙—˙●)۶

#@@.xylvie's works #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #itoshi x reader

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amaya-writes · 7 months

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hi amaya! first off i'm so glad you're back!! and for your ringtober event could i req hcs of how some haikyuu characters would propose? I want Kenma, Kuroo, Daichi, Kageyama, Oikawa, Atsumu if the list is too long you can cut out a few xx

Ringtober Masterlist

Notes: hi hun thanks for being the first req! I'm realising this after I finished up the post but these hcs are more situation-based than normal hcs but I hope it's what you wanted!

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: Kenma Kozume, Kuroo Tetsurou, Daichi Sawamura, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Miya Atsumu

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Kenma Kozume

Seems calm but is internally freaking out.

Kenma is a person known for his laidback nature but when it comes to you he can't help the way his heart races and stomach twists into knots.

It was the same when he asked you out, hell he probably wouldn't have even asked you out if it weren't for Kuroo's interventions.

He almost considered asking his rooster-haired friend for help this time too, but Kenma knew Kuroo would never let him live it down.

He planned everything out- you were coming back home from a work trip that weekend and would come home to a great dinner after which Kenma would propose to you.

It was simple but meaningful, just like every other aspect of your relationship.

But Kenma was so worried about messing things up or saying the wrong thing or losing the ring or- well, everything really, that even his streamers knew something was up.

Thankfully you were too preoccupied with work to recognise his nervous demeanour, and come Friday night Kenma had successfully prepared everything just the way he wanted it.

You probably knew something was up the second you walked into your shared apartment to dimmed lights and dinner.

Kenma wasn't usually the romantic kind, the fact that he showed up to the airport with flowers for you was surprising enough, but this was even more so.

By the time the two of you made it to dessert Kenma was so nervous he almost made the ring box fall, but still mustered the courage to calm himself down and drop to one knee before you.

You were silent for the briefest of seconds and Kenma could have sworn he felt his dinner rise up to his throat at the thought of a silent rejection, but then you were leaving your chair to kiss him with a series of 'yes' leaving your lips.

The two of you spent the rest of the night enjoying the cake Kenma had ordered in each other's arms, with you constantly admiring the diamond glittering on your ring finger.

Kuroo Tetsurou

Planned this moment the second the two of you started dating.

Kuroo never thought he was the traditional type of guy but that was before you came along.

He always knew you had to be his, but once you started dating Kuroo found that just wasn't enough for him. He needed you to be his permanently.

He let a year go by as your boyfriend because Kuroo wanted to know you were as serious as him, but on your first anniversary he couldn't help but pop the question.

"I want to spend soo many more years with you, Tetsu."

"What about the rest of your life?"

You looked pleasantly surprised as you watched Kuroo drop to his knee before you.

You were at a restaurant in one of Japan's tallest skyscrapers, but even with the entire city on display below you, the two of you only had eyes for each other.

You let out a breathless laugh as you nodded and reached your hand towards Kuroo, the sight eliciting a round of applause from the other people at the restaurant.

He couldn't keep his hand off of you for the rest of the night, always having an arm around your waist or shoulders.

You were finally his. Not just as a temporary girlfriend, but as his fiancé and soon to be wife. And Kuroo couldn't be happier.

He sent you Kenma a picture of your hand with the ring on it almost as soon as said yes, only receiving a thumbs up in response since Kenma was in a game.

Diachi Sawamura

Had the perfect proposal planned but ended up asking the question too soon.

Ever since he bought the engagement ring Daichi has been roaming around the city with it in the seat pocket of his car. He couldn't keep it at home since you could find it, and anywhere else was too unsafe.

Daichi promised himself he would only take out that ring after the two of you made it to the Tokyo Skytree, but it was raining so heavily you found yourselves stuck in the car.

You insisted on waiting until the rain slowed down before driving again so Daichi pulled into an empty parking lot to wait it out. But as one hour turned into two the two of you found yourselves lazing around the backseat with defeated sighs.

This was supposed to be your perfect day. The day you finally became Diachi's fiancé. But instead here you were stuck in a random parking lot with no sign of clear skies anytime soon.

"You know, I could get used to this." "Used to the rain?" "No Diachi-" you let out a small laugh as you shifted to his side of the seat, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I mean us. You know, you, me- spending days together, going on roadtrips. Just- being with you."

"Marry me." Diachi didn't even realise he let the question slip until he saw your eyes widen in surprise.

The sight made him let out a small curse but he still managed to reach for the conveniently hidden ring box and present it to you.

It was safe to say Daichi's previous frustration at the rain completely evaporated the second he slipped the ring on your fingers.

This wasn't the perfect proposal he had envisioned, but he was happy nonetheless.

Kageyama Tobio

Blurts it out at a random moment.

Kageyama didn't even have the engagement ring on him. Why would he when this was just a random Sunday spent lazing around his apartment with you?

He had never thought today of all days would be when he decided to finally pop the question.

It had been almost a month since Kageyama purchased that ring. A month since he placed it in his bedroom safe with a promise to propose to you after his big match the next day.

But one match turned into another and then another and before he knew it Kageyama found himself making endless excuses to delay the moment.

It was too rainy, you seemed too tired after dinner, he had a match the next day, the day didn't 'feel right'. Kageyama had probably gone through every excuse he was capable of coming up with.

Yet he still wouldn't admit the true reason for his delay.

Kageyama Tobio was scared.

But it was hard to remember his fears during such a calm Sunday with his fingers softly wading through your hair as the two of you watched one of the matches he needed to analyse.

Or rather, he watched it. You couldn't see a fraction of the TV with the way your face was buried in his neck, but Kageyama had given up on trying to convince you to pay attention.

"Tobio~ how long are we going to stay like this?" "The rest of our lives." "You would have to marry me for that to happen."

This wasn't the first time you teased him like that, but Kageyama was barely paying attention to the conversation and found himself replying before he could think twice. "Then marry me."

His eyes widened comically the second he realised what he just said, but you were already shifting on his lap, a soft 'what' falling from your lips.

He left the room shortly after that but returned with the ring box in his hand. Once you accepted Tobio felt like a sudden pressure had been lifted from his chest.

The two of you spent the rest of the day cuddling and discussing what would happen next.

Miya Atsumu

Was so nervous Osamu almost considered doing it for him.

Unlike the rest Atsumu wanted a more domestic proposal from the start. No grand gesture or fancy dinner- just the two of you sharing a box of Onigiri, like you always had. Like you were going to for the rest of your lives.

He was so scared about accidentally eating the one with the ring that Atsumu barely touched his box, instead watching as you made your way to the last one- an Onigiri with seaweed dyed red and shaped like a heart.

It took Atsumu forever to learn how to make your favourite Onigiris but even longer to perfect the heart. Thankfully, Osamu was there to help him through the entire thing.

"It has a special filling."

You nodded vaguely at his words, holding one chopstick in each hand to split the Onigiri open. And there, sitting in the centre covered in a plastic wrap, was the most etheral engagement ring you had ever seen.

Atsumu said your name as he reached for the bento box to fish out the ring, but he didn't think you heard him until he got down on one knee before you.

"Marry me?"

A small shriek left you at the question, the sound causing Atsumu to shrink back in alarm as he wondered whether you were going to fling the bento box at him and leave.

But then you were kneeling down before him and peppering his face in kisses, allowing him to slide the ring on your finger.

Atsumu later showed you another, smaller bento box filled with the special heart shaped Onigiri, ending the night with the two of you feeding each other lovingly.

You stopped by Osamu's shop before going to Atsumu's place, with the two Miyas shouting at each other excitedly as Atsumu proclaimed you were going to be his wife.

The customers were all very excited and congratulated you several times.

Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa knew if he was going to propose to you it had to be something special, but he also knew something too grand ruin the moment's intimacy.

When the two of started discussing moving in together he just knew that was the perfect opportunity.

Oikawa thought you could just move into his apartment, after all it had a spare room, but you wanted a separate place from your apartments, a place that would be 'our home' as you put it, not just yours or his.

You pooled your money to purchase a furnished apartment that was one block away from your office and right in front of his training center.

That was when Oikawa knew he had to propose to you. He bought the ring the day you signed the lease- which left a dent in his bank account but he managed.

Come moving day Oikawa almost felt like he was going to burst from excitement.

He planned to wait until dinner but when the two of you were standing by the bay window watching a random family walk across the street, Oikawa couldn't help but cave. It just seemed like the perfectly serene moment to pop the question.

"Think that would be nice some day." "What?" Oikawa turned to you at the question with a small grin.

"You know, starting a family." "You want to have children with me?"

"One day, yes, but for now, I want to lay the groundwork for that plan." Oikawa dropped to his knee as he spoke, his smile only widening as he watched you gasp excitedly. "Marry me?"

Your new apartment excitement was only doubled at the sudden proposal, and as Oikawa watched you gush over how pretty the ring was, he found himself feeling happier than ever.

He couldn't wait to marry you.

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