#the fact that he asks what they're doing is so 🥺 of him
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I loooveee the way u write nanami 🥺🥺 was wondering if u could do a mini fic on nanami x reader but when they were in high school :O I feel reader would constantly flirt with him but he stays unbothered until she stops 😵💫😵💫😵💫 thank uuuu
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS — nanami kento
omg thank u so so much, you're very sweet <3 i think i was taking requests when you asked this, so im so so so sorry i took forever to answer :( this isn't exactly what you said but i hope it's close to what you had in mind <3
contents: sfw, high school nanami & reader, mutual pining, silly teenage emotions, fluff, it's not even really romantic but they're best friends that won't admit they have a crush on each other, reader is shorter than him, gn!reader — 1.2k
“you can’t stay mad at me forever, kento.”
your best friend — or so you thought — stayed silent as you walked through the abandoned warehouse, searching for the curses that needed exorcising. so far, they’d evaded you, just as kento had all of your questions.
he glanced over at you, mouth drawn into its usual line. “i can if i want.”
“oh really?” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you continued forward, following him through the building. “are you fifteen or five? you’re supposed to be the mature one!”
kento rolled his eyes, but didn’t dignify that with a verbal response, letting his blade dangle loosely at his side. an odd sound echoed through the hallways, but it wasn’t quite menacing enough to be a curse.
you groaned. “don’t you know everyone will just keep pairing us up on missions until we work this out?” if kento was going to continue to be a pain, you wouldn’t allow him the silence he wanted so desperately. he’d been ignoring you for over a week. “haibara’s lucky. he gets to go with the second years.”
nanami glanced over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow, before looking ahead once more. “you mean he’s lucky he gets to go with gojo.”
though you weren’t sure if it was supposed to be an insult to you or not, you laughed. “maybe.”
“yeah,” kento scoffed. “i thought so.”
the tone was flatter than usual, even for someone like kento, and you raised your eyebrows, letting the words settle between you.
“you’re being so sour. you know, you never even told me what i did wrong. you’re so mad at me, kento, and i don’t even really know why.”
kento watched his feet take one step, then another, the opposite ones moving ahead. he’d grown a lot over the summer — a fact you’d somehow only realized. since when had he been that much taller than you?
“i’m not mad,” he finally settled on. a weak argument as to why he’d been ignoring you for the duration of your mission, and the week before.
you frowned, chewing the inside of your mouth. although kento had a kind heart, you knew how nasty he could be to people he didn’t like. you didn’t want to be one of those on the list. “kento… i really am sorry. if i’ve done something wrong.”
the tension drained from his shoulders. he sighed. “you haven’t.”
despite wanting to push the issue further, you let it die, deciding to listen to the silence in case of any curses. though, it had been nearly half an hour, and you hadn’t found any yet. you were beginning to think that maybe your teacher had led you astray.
“can i ask you something?” kento, after ten minutes, finally interrupted the quiet again. and though that sort of phrase was never a good sign, you would’ve taken anything to get him talking to you again.
“of course, kento.”
he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, seeming shy, almost. had it not been so dark, you would have seen the slight tint of pink on his cheeks, that you only assumed was there to begin with.
“what is it about gojo that you like so much?”
you blinked. “what do you mean?”
“you’re… interested in him, aren’t you? like that?” kento shifted awkwardly, holding his body as if it wasn’t quite his own. “i mean, i just assumed…”
all over, you great hot, your cheeks burning with embarrassment, a wave of dread heaping onto your stomach. “you think i have a crush on gojo?”
“don’t you?”
you thought about it for a moment, staring at the ceiling. “i don’t know. maybe.”
“maybe?” kento pinched his eyebrows together. “what the hell kind of answer is that? you either do or you don’t.”
“i think he’s...” you stumbled over the words, not really sure when you’d started talking to nanami kento about these sorts of things. the words tasted sour in your mouth. “well, i suppose he’s attractive, isn’t he? he’s certainly charming. he makes me laugh.”
“you’re always flirting with him," kento said skeptically.
you shrugged. "i'm just teasing. if you consider that flirting, then i guess i am."
“hm. you sound like you think you’re supposed to be interested in him, just because he’s gojo.”
that raised a small laugh out of you. “maybe you’re right. i think i might just be interested in people i know won’t ever like me back.” kento’s eyes flashed, and before he could say anything, lips parted, you continued. “but what do i know about anything, anyway? teenagers are supposed to be dumb like that, aren’t they?”
kento frowned, brown eyes softer than you’d seen in awhile. “i don’t think you’re dumb.”
“thanks.” for some reason, that made you bashful, darting your eyes away as you smiled at the ground. “have you ever had a crush on anyone, kento?”
he gave you a tiny little smile, poking you in the temple, before repeating your words from earlier. “i don’t know. maybe.”
“you’re so stupid.”
kento laughed, then, a light noise that was more familiar to you than it was to a lot of others. “you know, if it makes you feel better, i think gojo likes you. really, i do. he thinks you’re pretty. he likes when you laugh at his jokes. geto told us. he talks about you to him all the time.”
and though you’d expected the words to send a wave of glee over you, the sort of silly emotion that came with a teenage crush, you didn’t feel excited as you should've. perhaps because satoru had never been the one you wanted.
“gojo just likes to be admired. besides, everyone likes when people laugh at their jokes. that's not special.” you kicked at the floor. “anyway, geto’s probably just telling you all that so you’ll tell me and i’ll make a fool of myself in front of them. that would really make them laugh.”
kento frowned, contemplative. “i don’t think he would do that.”
he wouldn’t. it just seemed the only good way to diverge the conversation.
you threw your hands up, expelling a loud sigh. “well… whatever. honestly, it doesn't matter. i don’t think i even want a boyfriend.”
kento gawked at you for a moment, lips slightly parted, before he shook his head, another snort of a laugh leaving him. “you’re so confusing.”
“you should be relieved. wouldn’t you be miserable if i started dating gojo?” you were only teasing him, bumping his shoulder with your own, a playful grin on your face.
but kento’s voice was gentle when he returned his answer, and the relief was evident on his face. “i would.”
whether you knew it then, or not, that little confession had changed the course of your life. you brushed it off easily, gripping your cursed tool tightly as you turned the corner again.
“hey kento?”
“what? the curses are going to sneak up on us if—”
“you’re my best friend, by the way. even if i was dating gojo, you’d still be my best friend. you’ll always be my best friend.” you stopped him, serious now. “no matter what happens.”
kento smiled softly, barely there at all. he squeezed your hand in return. “i hope so.”
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Only Mine, Nobody Else's.
pair: jungkook x reader.
genre: stablished relationship, smut, fluff.
word count: 5.4K
warnings: unprotected sex.
summary: there's you, who finds little things like eating perilla leafs as normal. then there's him,who finds such topics as horrendous. for him, this type of convos shouldn't even exist. so who'll win this battle? it's better to find out, now.
a/n: hellooooo here's the alternative version of THIS. finally!! I wrote this the same day I published the first drabble but never got to finish it until now, so I hope you enjoy this hehe. I really love them ㅠㅠ but I'll shut up now and enjoy their cute dynamics 😩 I'm sorry I took toooooo long to post but my irl schedule is kinda ass :( LET ME KNOW YALL REACTIONS!! I do appreciate it 👉🏼👈🏼🥺
everything can happen during dinner but.. let me explain, okay?
when you start a topic.. normally, your smart and super interesting boyfriend rambles around until he can't stop his pretty mouth from moving - not that you complained though, you adore listening to him.
but as interesting as it could be, there was some nights were each topic jumped from fun conversations to.. sudden serious ones.
like tonight.
A new trend has seemed to flow around socials making everyone have these interesting conversations that.. you're not really sure if you vibe with them to be honest - but it is what it is as soon as seho, jungkook's best friend, brings this topic to the table.
and yep, you wanted to chop his balls right in that moment.
you could swear you were having a good time until that moment came. you and jungkook were oblivious to the matter for some reason so when you're having dinner with your friends, this sudden theme really got you out off guard because you just knew how jungkook was gonna get.
"so what is it about?" jungkook asked and now that you think about it, you wished he could just.. not pay attention but.. oh well.
"well, it's basically a question about.. you letting somebody else help your girlfriend separate her perilla leaf-"
"hell nah." jungkook cuts him out of his sentence.
damn.
"wait.." seho's chuckles, "you didn't even let me finish and you're already prohibiting that from happening." finding the situation funny.
you only ironically rolled your eyes with an ironic smile too.
"you make questions knowing well the way he is.." you say but it wasn't annoying.
"what's love if there's not a little spice to it?" he laughs. oh you hated him.
not really. but you know what I mean.
jungkook's just listening until he began to speak with a cocky grin. "do you really think I'll let y/n get feed by another man?" a small scoff of a laugh leaving his mouth, "yeah sure." as he brushes his hair back with both hands.
just laying back on his sofa, casually looking so fine. but this wasn't the time to think about that.
"It doesn't necessarily have to be a man, you know? It's just any other friend." says yoongi.
"whatever, I don't care. I wont allow it."
you chuckle. "mm.. why not?" sounding more curious, but you really wanted to know why he is so against it. "I don't see nothing wrong about sharing food?"
"not this way??"
"exactly?" seho's following just after jungkook.
"you, shut up." you point at seho. - now looking back at jungkook, "what do you mean 'this way'?"
"mm.. babe, this isn't just something you can share, you know?"
"but.. why not?"
both him and seho sigh. but just before they could talk, luckily, the theme dies as soon as yoongi successfully changes the topic to some stupid funny video he saw these days.
the fact that seho knows about jungkook's possessive/jealous behaviours makes this worst. they're like best friends, for god's sake.
after that little moment, not even a single wrinkle of happiness painted on your boyfriend's face but a slight eyebrow furrowing instead and it's just that his reaction to the matter was... priceless.
jungkook had so much to say but so little to think.. completely blinded by the thought of someone feeding his girl, this obviously wasn't going to end here.
..and you both knew it.
when you arrive to your apartment, jungkook didn't wasted any time to continue your conversation and it's just that.. he was so predictable sometimes, or maybe you knew him too well.
"what did you meant about that?" his voice sounds genuinely curious when he closes the door behind you.
"about.. what?" taking off your jacket as you respond, he smacks his lips in annoyance.
"you know what I'm talking aboutㅡ bam, hi" voice suddenly changing into a whisper-y cute tone when he kneels down to kiss his son.
"..hm?" and as he gets up, he takes your hand leading into the living room.
he seats first. tattooed hand giving little soft but strong palms at the other side of the sofa when he motions you to seat beside him.
when you cross your legs, you give yourself just the perfect enough space between him and you just so you don’t get any other contact with his dangerous body 'cause right now this wasn't your sweet, sweet boyfriend at his best. - not that he’ll do something bad to you, but because you were very weak when it came to having him close..
"are we.. really having this conversation?”
blinking many times as if it wasn't obvious, "uh.. yeah??" he answers.
you sigh. "okay." pausing, "shoot."
"do you really not care?"
"about what? food?"
he glances at you.
you exhale. "It's not that I don't care. It's more of me.. thinking it's not that serious."
his mouth drops into a little gasp. "how isn't it that serious? my friend could easily be feeding you.. you."
"so?"
"so???" he feels so offended. "are you really-"
"no, okay, wait. I do care about that. I dont agree about them feeding me. I don't like that either.. what the hell." you confirm because you realize. "what I'm trying to say is, they won't be feeding me."
"how?"
"because they will just help me separate the leafs, silly. they don't necessarily have to give them in my mouth?"
"but most people do. unconsciously."
"you do?"
"yes. and I think you can tell. I always do it with you."
"but that's because we're dating.."
"it's because I like you. romantically, silly." he flicks your head, making you blink.
"of course, so that makes sense!" you say. "I don't think a random friend will-- wait, friends can also do it if they like you.. as a friend?"
"uh-uh” he nods his head. “that doesn't exist when it comes to this food."
"what's so different about this?"
"you really don't know, huh?"
nodding your head, you shrink your shoulders as you keep silent for a few seconds and he crosses both his arms looking at you with narrowed eyes.
“what?” you playfully exclaimed as you’re also confused but jungkook just pushes his hair back once again, taking a big breather followed with an exhale. “babe," you continue, hands cupping his face. “tell me.” as your face gets closer, eyes trying to read his.
"they could touch your lips with the tip of his fingers." he says. big pupils staring at your lips when he’s soon piercing your gaze.
you do notice. butterflies in your stomach, god.
“no, they won't."
"yes they will and I can't let that happen."
you sigh. "babe, is not that big of a deal. you act as if that will make me fall in love with them.” then you pause to say, "which, it would never happen, by the way."
"but you could."
"no, I won't." you affirm.
"yes? you would." but he keeps being stubborn..
"no? I wouldn't?"
you both pause staring at each other and you roll your eyes.
"I still stand with what I said during dinner though." leaning back on his seat, you’re not longer cupping his face.
"honey, me helping your friend or my friend isn't going to change anything."
"you never know.."
"I think you should stop watching too many dramas. their messing with your little head." you playfully say while softly pulling one of his hair strings.
but he rolls his eyes. "how can you say that?" starting his funny drama. "those things definitely doesn't affect the way I think.." he pauses. "but If that was the case, then they'll be totally right because If it happens in dramas it could happen in real life."
"You're delusional.."
"No I'm not?"
"..and you want me to take you seriously?”
“babe.” jungkook warns, voice sharp.
“okay, okay..” you side smile. “I get it.”
“can you listen to me?”
"always."
"you can't.. you can't still do it for him or anybody that isn't me." he’s serious but his voice is so endearing..
taking a deep breath, you rest one hand against your cheek when you look directly into his eyes. "why though?"
"because I say so."
"mm… that still don’t help."
"yeah, it does."
"you can't just give me that answer as your reason why?"
"just did."
you lightly punch his shoulder. "jungkook!"
he laughs.
“you’re being childish right now.” you fake cry.
"okay, okay.." breathing, he goes back to being serious. "either way you still can't help."
rolling your eyes for the 281 time, you annoyingly respond with, "are you going to keep saying that?" pausing. "like is this about you thinking that's how I'll end up falling in love with somebody else? or… what?”
"mm.. yeah?" he's sarcastic. "Isn't it obvious?"
"how is it obvious?" you frown your eyebrows.
"because he'll give you one perilla leaf and you know how.. when somebody can't separate them, sometimes there's have to be another person to help, right?" he breathes as you nod. "well.. that person is, of course, you!" he argues, "and that could make you end up holding hands with him!”
"I- what?" he's unbelievable.
“as soon as I blink!" he continues - pointing at his eyes. "he has already taking you away from me!"
your reaction is.. well, you don’t even know how to react as he says all of this. only thing that could leave your mouth was, "jungkook.. you can't be serious now.."
"well I am?" he’s all pouty and annoying but you needed to make him understand your point of view and that’s all you think when his hands are lightly hitting his own thighs in frustration.
"well, that's ridiculous." now you’re the one leaning back into your side of the sofa.
"It is not?!"
"It is, and it doesn't even makes sense. I won't hold somebody's hand just because they helped me?" you blink several times as something that’s so obvious.
"but- how can you say that? this does makes sense and it can totally happen!"
then pausing, you decide to tease him instead even though you’re still serious. “are you, perhaps.. talking by experience? ..and that's why you're saying this to me?"
"no!” hands brushing his own face in frustration. "that's not why I'm saying this."
"then why you get so mad about it? It doesn't make sense to me. explain how it works because I do not understand and believe me when I say I'm having a hard time trying to." giving up, you give him a good opportunity to make you understand his point of view in full detail but that’s only if he want it though. you weren’t going to force him to do anything.
he was clear of it.
as soon as you said that, jungkook takes a short time of silence to think. rubbing his chin, rubbing his face.. you can clearly see he's really making up his mind for the way he keeps zooming out into his complex mind.
that could be pretty sometimes.
"let’s say.." he quickly nibbles his lip ring as his dimples slightly pronounce more and that's when you confirm for the second time that he wants to make this right. "..you have a friend, a girl friend.” you nod as he speaks. “and she needs help to separate all of her perilla leafs.."
"Aha.." you slowly nod your head.
"would you like it if I help? It'll take a lot of time.." his eyes feel so heavy looking at yours like he really wants you to say what he think is the right answer..
"..yes?"
but your answer is still very.. unbothered and that makes jungkook open his mouth with both hands on his head in a dramatic manner.
"yes???" he’s back to being exalted. “that’s really your answer?” he chuckles but it’s not even a friendly one. more of a sarcastic one.
“I mean.. what do you want me to say?! I just think it’s normal?”
“n-normal?” and there’s that sarcastic grin all over again. “why.”
"because.. it's just food?"
he covers his face in disbelief. "but I'm the one giving it to them.." he pauses. "Isn't it like if I was deeply caring for them? that's why it's wrong! It can look bad."
"not for me.." you look around.
he sighs for the 10th time smacking his lips as he reveals, "babe, you can't help others with perilla leafs because it'll look like you have second intentions with them."
"who said that?" now you're the one rolling your eyes.
jungkook sighs, rubbing his eyes. "it’s something to flirt about.”
“flirt?”
“yeah." he leans his body a little closer to yours, staring at your eyes almost intensely. you felt tension. not a bad one necessarily.
"have you done that?" genuine question.
"no!" he whines with the same pout on his lips. "why do you keep asking me this?”
“genuinely curious.. and you’re saying a lot of things.” you say.
he rolls his eyes. “I know a lot of people that do it..”
“how?”
"well.." he takes one of your hands to caress it while he speaks, "you know how hard they are to separate, right?"
"yeah..?"
"you normally will have to lean closer to that person in order to do so." he pauses. eyes piercing at yours when his voice goes two tones down. "people like closeness."
you nervously clear your throat. "ah.. yeah," immediately changing the direction this was taking— "so.. imagine we're eating on a cute restaurant-“ you fix your posture and jungkook only grins to himself. he has made you feel nervous.
he liked that.
“…with a friend, it doesn't matter if it's a woman or man” he nods, paying attention to your words. “and I can't help like you said.."
“aha..?”
“if I’m minding my business in that situation but my friend needs help, does that mean you’ll be the one helping them?”
"of course not." tone? annoyed and very serious.
"why not?"
"because I don't care if it's a woman or man, I shouldn't be helping anybody that isn't you. MY girlfriend."
that kinda made your stomach flip, let's not lie here.
"but then who'll help them eat?"
"nobody."
"jungkook!" you call him out.
but all he does is shrink his broad shoulders. “what? It's easy! nobody helps them! don't they have arms of their own?" he annoyingly responds.
"but that's so ass. it's not like you're giving them food directly into their mouth?!"
"..and? I still don't care! If I say you shouldn't then you shouldn't."
you raise your eyebrows. “okay boss?”
jungkook exhales, “I'm not saying that. but.. it’s just what's obvious? I can't help either and we're dating."
"..and you're possesive."
"I'm not possessive.
"yes, you are."
"okay, maybe a little but I'm not most of the time."
and that makes you laugh for sure. “see how you shamelessly lie to yourself, gosh.”
now he’s the one raising his eyebrows. “lie? do you want to know what’s a real lie?” he questions.
“yes.” you sarcastically smile.
“the fact that I don’t want to fuck for your stupid answers and the way that I hate how my solution to this has to be to fuck you silly.” then he whispers to himself, “fuck.” really wanting that to happen.
you were frozen, didn’t expected him to say all that. he’s surely crazy too because why did he had to say it while having that nasty smile on his face? why.
“then why don’t you act on it?” you tease back.
“because that’s a “lie”. he smirks, “told you I’ll say a real lie.”
“I hate you.”
“no, you don’t.” he smiles but then, goes back to the main theme. “listen to me, doing that.. I just think it’s thoughtful. like you’re clearly showing you deeply care for that person, you know?” then he pouts, “from my point of view.. we should be the only ones helping each other.. nobody else.”
you sigh. “okay.. I see what you mean. but I still think it depends on how you perceive it though.”
“fine, now you’re the one who needs to explain.” he said that with a slightly annoyed tone that made you chuckle.
“I think you keep seeing it as something romantic and that’s why you can’t accept it.”
“..and you think it’s not?”
“if I considered that to be romantic you think I’ll be reacting this way?”
“…no..”
“there’s your answer.” you smile.
"just.." he exhales. "take care of me and me only, yeah?" plastering his forehead against yours, his palms holds your cheeks ever so delicately when he says, "I will not feel comfortable if you take care of others in that manner when you have me. specially me. your boyfriend." voice so soft while pointing at himself and god, does he was really cute sometimes. "…would you like it if I took care of your friends?"
and at that question you take your time to think.
"I think it depends on the person too, jungkook.."
"why?" he responds as he is genuily curious.
"because.. Imagine if the friend we’re eating with needs help with their perilla but let’s say I’ve eaten that many times with them and everything was always fine,” jungkook nods his head as he carefully listens. “..so in this case, since they’re my friend I know them the most right?”
"yeah."
“but they’re asking for help, your help, when I know they could handle themselves just right..”
“I see where this is going..” there’s a little building smile on jungkooks lips.
“me seeing them acting dumb just so you could help them— of course that’ll make me definitely jealous.”
"you see?!" he suddenly raises his voice in excitement. "that's what I'm saying!" smiling brightly at you.
"but I'll be more mad because of you not noticing this person second intentions!" you defend yourself. "and because my friend must know I'm obviously dating you!"
"but see? you'll still get jealous, and this just meansㅡperilla leafs could lean into romance! you basically said it yourself! It's a way of flirting.." he says, looking very triumphant.
and at his reaction, you just roll your eyes smiling through it because you can't help it at this point.
"yeah..whatever!" you rapidly correct yourself in which he laughs. "all I'm saying is.. that I could only get jealous in circumstances like these because then I'll know this friend is obviously shamelessly flirting with you."
"but I wouldn't be falling in love with them." he says.
then suddenly, being caught off guard, you blink. “meaning… that you’ll help?”
"nope, I still wouldn't." he warmly says. "since I can't be comfortable with you doing it, I have to keep on my word. I can't do things that I wouldn't like someone do to me." then he adds, "and I would not fall in love with them, because I love you." he finishes saying when he plays with your fingers and his eyes tenderly lingers at yours.
"but.. you never know." voice small, you shyly say.
"no, I'm clear of it." affirming with a confident side smile. "I only have eyes for you, love." he says, gently grabbing one of your hands to leave a lingering kiss on top of it when your eyes can’t stop looking at his sweet actions. you do adored him so much..
"shit, I can't even look at other girls if it isn't you. I love you too damn much." he then chuckles when your laugh merges with his.
lovey dovey eyes staring at his.. “I love you too..”
with a smile on your lips, he mirrors your face too.
that night you both ended up fall sleep hugging each other on his big sofa. you thought you couldn’t get more comfortable than this.
the other night though..
“should I fuck you? nah… I don’t think you deserve it.”
you must’ve seen this coming. eager times always results into this. mostly when a jealous jungkook was very much present. you couldn’t believe how you were so easily lured into his words but the more you get to know and see the new sides of your boyfriend, the more you fell in love and the more you get turned on by him.
you couldn’t resist him in situations like these and it’s just that a jealous jungkook wasn’t just something you got to see everyday. he is normally pretty chill, but whenever he wasn’t.. oh boy.
…you whine with that. "Jungkook.."
"Jungkook, what? now you wanna beg?" a smug grin paints his lips.
you whine as you try to squeeze your legs.
"mm-uh." he opens your legs once again. "don't even dare to take this view away from me."
"but I'm so wet.."
"I know baby. but I can't fuck you if you keep playing around when I'm so serious." he pauses and gives you a hungry daring stare. "dead serious."
"I won't let anyone else fuck me if it isn't you."
"are you sure about that?"
"one hundred percent."
"No lies?"
"No lies."
and he smiles when a finger slides through your clit up and down teasing on it. "torturing you is like torturing me.." he sighs. "fucking wet." licking his lips. "want to eat you again."
"no," you fake cry still feeling his now, moist fingers. "fuck me. I want you to fuck me."
"is that so?"
"eunggg"
“you will have to keep waiting then.” he smirks before going down on you all over again.
"fuck, I love eating your pussy so much. always so wet and greedy for me." his voice’s raspy when he spits on it, just adding more into your dripping pussy. "I love making a mess out of you." he groans.
his tongue rapidly moves up and down as he adds a certain weight on it that makes you want to scream your lungs out. - making out with your clit, one finger slides caressing your folds very teasingly.
"jungkook.." you cry.
"what, baby?" he lowly breathes, eating your cunt still. just this time looking up at you.
when you look down the sight is just so fucking hot. your hands hold onto his hair as he gives you those puppy but very dominant eyes. he loves teasing you like this. he knows how much you love when he treats you like this.
"babe.." your hips thrust into his mouth. as you expose your neck to him.
jungkook leaves a slow kiss into your clit very sensually. "fuck.." he sighs as your arousal mixed with his saliva, dripped down your ass. your pussy pulsating and clenching like crazy. "what do you want?" voice raspy.
"fucking make me cum, babe. please" you whine, trying to touch your clit with your fingers the moment jungkook stopped eating you. - he takes his hands off you.
"not yet baby.. can't let you cum just yet." he sensually and very much needy bites his lower lip. piercing just shining. him very full of desire, just wanted to slide his hard dick along your wet folds. he wanting to feel you coating his length. make a mess out of you, make you beg for him to get fucked - to want him to destroy you. he wanted you to be left thinking about him only, to let you know how you were his and his only even though he was pretty sure he couldn't claim a person, neither you. but he still very much wanted to. he wanted you to scream you were his and his only. he wanted to have you whole. he also wanted to punish you for ever thinking about having help for someone else but him. is not like nobody could help you but why would you ask or need another person's help when he was right there? it made no fucking sense.
he could be seems as calm and collected from outside but his want and need into wanting to ruin you, begging for him until his name could be marked onto your skin were just fucking growing so much. he wished he could just have you like this forever.
"you make me fucking crazy. I shouldn't even be treating you like this. I should let your fucking pussy scream for me. be left untouched until it's begging for me to be touched." he murmurs, palming himself with one hand as his other one rest on your thight and his legs keep yours spread out enough to feel every blow of breeze as he constantly slaps his dick on your clit from time to time and the sticky sounds going in and out of his head made him want to devour you and swallow you whole. he felt feral, his point of possessiveness getting the best of him but fuck, you deserved this. he needed to show you to fucking behave and not say that stupid shit in front of him -or anyone- ever again. It shouldn't even be a topic of conversation at this point. It should be obvious too.
so that's why he's sliding his thick length along your slit and juices, hissing and cursing to himself a lot - closing his eyes every now and then because his desire into fucking your sopping pussy was getting into him.
"I fucking want you all to myselfㅡfuck." he moans. "I can't let nobody else see you like this." he then exhales, tilting his head back while closing his eyes. "only me.. fuck."
"I want to fuck you so bad but you don't deserve it." he tortures himself.
you cry and move your hips along him for more friction and it's so sticky between both your genitals, you feel so horny for him.
"why do you do this to me.." his lidded eyes gazes at you. "..hm?" he slaps one of your thighs. "you want me to fuck you stupid?" he takes both your legs, placing them at the side of his shoulders. "Is that what you want?" he pants, voice heavy and gone while he continues teasing his tip between your folds. "fffuck.. tell me - baby.. do you want me to fuck you so bad?"
"nngn yes.." you cry, feeling very hot and needy for him. your hips keep moving with tip and the feeling was so hot.. you were so wet it was an absolute mess down there. "babyㅡfuck. fuck me please.. fuck me." you beg.
"tell me how bad you want me to." he watches as his dick masturbates along your legs. he starts slow, later on hard when he's already starting moving his dick back and forth, pressing a bit hard on your pussy between your folds. "should I let you have it?" he scoff clicking his lips and a grin playing along. his legs also getting sticky with your arousal. "I don't think so.." he teases.
"baby please.." you arch your back, body distorting, nipples very much erect, your own hand squeezed your boob. shit, you wanted him so fucking bad. "I won'tㅡah. I won't do that again." you look at him with pleading doe eyes.
"do what?" he dares. eyes cloudy as he glances at his tip rubbing against your needy pulsating clitoris.
"ask stupid questions like that ever again." you moan as you try to open your legs but he keeps them close to his neck, adding more pressure to his dick. breathing hard.
"stupid, huh?" he rasps, chuckling a little about it. lidded eyes piercing at you. his tip moving a little more sensual and faster along your clitoris. He gives small slaps to it while he slides his tip.
It feels so good.
"mhmh-" you feel like crying, the pleasure only rising.
his cocky laugh resonating through your whole body.
"wish you’ve said that earlier.." he whispers. "because then I wouldn't be fucking losing my mind right now." pausing. "you're mine okay?" he says while introducing himself into your needy hole.
the moment he introduces himself, you’re squeezing him so hard he can barely fully put his dick in. "fuckㅡbaby, relax." jungkook opens his mouth into a gasp. "do you want me to cum now?" breathing heavier.
“nno.. but you feel so goood.” you swallow your words when you feel the leaks of your pussy. jungkook is the only person that has ever made you feel this horny.
“fuck.. baby.. how am I so lucky?” he said that one last thing more to himself than you.
after not taking it anymore he makes you ride him instead. “jump on me.” and you do. “fuck yeah, nice and hard baby.. so good..” as he holds your waist with his big hands.
eyes looking up and down your body it was as if he was admiring you. the woman he has in front of him. the perfect sculpture ever made, the hottest girl he has ever crossed his heart and eyes into. it was getting a lot so his natural reaction was to delicately examine each part of your body like how his hands fit so perfectly into your waist, they way your vagina swallowed him just right.. how wet you always were for him.. just the fact that you wanted him just as much as he wants you makes him crazy. the way you close your eyes with each jump or bite your lips giving him that pretty nasty look with a side fucked out smile he loves so much.. you were so sensual, he absolutely loved that.
“I love you so much.” he says before leaning your body against his just so he could start fucking you back and that made you scream.
“agh! mmfuck”
he was going sort of fast and deep just how you like it. the way you could feel his breathing against your neck made your nipples get harder but also because of the little rubs in had with his chest. you tried putting your boobs on his face which was a success so jungkook started to lick them or tried to because he was fucking you so fast now it was getting messy.
“I want to cum.” you say as you’re getting close.
“don’t cum like this.” he answers when he’s already flipping you stomach down, ass up. “let me see that pussy swallow my cum.” when he slaps your ass making you arch your back.
“fuck.”
you closed your legs and leaning your chest into the bed. this position making you hold your boyfriends dick a bit tighter.
he exhales with a ‘ho’ sound when he slaps your ass once again. “you just get better, hm baby?”
damn it he sounds so fucked out.
you felt so full you couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m gonna cum!”
“fucking do it, I can’t wait neither.”
as soon as you do he starts fucking you with paused but hard and deep thrusts. your legs were shaking, it’s like he knows exactly how to get you over it. when he cums inside you, the sight of it was what made him more crazy.
“swallowing my cum just right, huh? fuck..” he squishes your ass to the point it leaves a red stain. “how you’re still so deliciously tight….”
and without noticing, you were horny once again..
if you were going to tell everything that happened that night.. you’re sure you wouldn’t handle to finish with just a few paragraphs but you could guarantee that everything that happened was worth enough to let anybody with more than their mouth open..
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shy!popular!reader sleeps with eddie after smoking with him (it was their first time smoking and they were scared to do it alone), eddie wakes up thinking it was a one time thing, but reader is all soft with him in the morning 🥺 (bonus of reader was a virgin and the weed gave them the confidence to make a move on eddie)
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18+ mdni. cw: oral (f receiving), breath play, overstimulation, fingering. slight angst, allusions to smut, virgin!reader, fluff, smoking.
his lighter flickers, igniting the small flame that lights up the end of his cigarette. a sizzling sound tickles his ears, and suddenly he misses your gentle laugh.
but he doesn't want to disturb you. not when you're clad in one of his blue öyster cult shirts, chest rising steadily as you swim in the ocean of slumber, eyelashes fluttering at the dream you run around in. you look peaceful, and you always have been.
eddie thinks of last night. when you'd knocked on his door, flustered and nervous. not because you're talking to eddie 'the freak' himself, but because you're friends had asked you to buy weed for the first time—using their repulsion for him as an excuse for their lack of courage.
you looked pretty. a gentle blush coating your cheeks, where he didn't know if it had been the small make-up ones, or the cold weather that nipped at your skin, or if you were just really shy despite the prominent reputation you (accidentally) harbored. eddie thinks he might have been hallucinating seeing you on his doorstep with nothing but stuttering words and a bashful smile.
do you sell the...thing? you asked. like the word 'weed' was taboo, especially with your conservative family who you worried was lurking around everytime you left your home. but he's amused. yes. he said. i do sell the thing.
but when you gave him the twenty dollars despite his protest ("new customers pay fifteen," lie. "especially when they're pretty girls," truth), you stood in the middle of his living room, frowning at the ziplock of the smelly marijuana, before you looked up at him with balky eyes and a twitching mouth that fears disappointment.
"do you wanna get high with me?"
he'd stopped dead on his tracks and fiddled with the fifteen dollars in his fingers. at first he thought you were joking, or it was some freudian slip, but you looked so eager with a curious glint in your eyes. and of course, with someone as pretty as you offering to get high with him, how could he say no?
you told him it was your first time (and it was also not the first time you told him that). that you wanted to know how it worked before you went back to your friends to spare yourself the embarrassment. eddie had gladly instructed you with a mischievous forethought. "put that in your mouth, sweetheart. ohh, that's it. then you suck— inhale, sorry. ah-ah-ah, keep it in. you feel it in your lungs? yeah, you can open your mouth now baby— holy shit..."
when the whites of your eyes had turned pink, mouth parted to let out the jokes you'd been afraid to tell your so-called-friends and you'd loosened up to the presence of notorious 'cult leader,' you'd slipped up the fact that your girlfriends kept on talking about virginities and sex and their ever loving boyfriends with semi-big cocks. and you so brazenly told him that, albeit you feel so revolted with the jocks you hang around with, that you'd been jealous to be the only one who's yet to be defiled.
and it's what's making eddie maudlinly reminisce last nights events behind the crooked cigarette.
how sweet your moans had been when he fucked you with his tongue and ring covered fingers; brought you your first orgasm that hadn't come from the pillow you humped. the taste of your sweet cum that still lingered on the tip of his tongue. then your tight, virgin cunt wrapped around his indelicate cock as he gently split you open with slow strokes that had you mewling at the feeling.
how the lewd sounds of your squelching sounds of your cum and your arousal that made both your thighs disgustingly sticky. and how blissful he felt spilling into the rubber as you cried beneath him.
it had been over too soon. but hey, at least you slept beside him on his bed without any judgement whatsoever, right?
he exhales the suffocating smoke of his cigarette and taps it thrice, letting the cold air that seeps through his ajar window nip at his bare chest that still had the red scratches of your nails on his opalescent skin. eddie hopes you sleep for a bit longer, just so he can stare at you without any worries whatsoever.
but much to his dismay, your breathing stutters and you slowly wake up. eddie's hand lowers from his mouth, watching you untuck your hands from beneath your head to cover your mouth as you yawn.
"well good morning, sleeping beauty,"
you blink, the tears of your yawn dampening your dried eyelashes and eyeballs. eddie smiles fondly, the faint scent of your bergamot perfume mixing in with his boyish musk of cheap cologne and dirt. he debates on keeping its scent like that; refusing to wash it just so he could smell you (non pervertingly).
"hi," you stretch an arm. "how long have you been awake?"
"a couple of minutes," he answers. "how'd you sleep?"
eddie lets his eyes wander to the tangled strands of your hair, thinks of how silky they'd been when he ran his fingers through your hair. how the rich scent of apples from whatever shampoo you used invaded his nostrils. he blushes.
"it was okay," you grunt. "i had, um, fun," you don't look at his eyes. you look at the intrepid tattoos. you're too nervous, embarrassed maybe. worried he didn't enjoy it as much as you did.
"you did?" there's a lilt of surprise in his voice; the bewilderment that sets his pitch just a bit higher that almost makes him choke on the smoke in his throat.
of course you did. eddie had been gentle. something you hadn't expected from his intimidating vogue. he was kind and patient, told you all the things you expected. and he made you feel safe—something those jocks had never made you feel when you were with them. you didn't think of running away, or sinking down in his couch to escape his intense stares, or sneak up to call the cops.
eddie made you feel free; his reverent fucking had buzzed a paroxysm of ecstasy that ensnared your senses and brought you to seventh heaven. he made you feel better than the weed you'd consumed, and the itch in your heart makes you crave for more of him.
"yeah," your voice of gentle susurration makes him smile. you eye the lit cigarette in his hand. "it was amazing,"
but his doubt gets the best of him. the last few women who he'd reduced as his stress-reliever fuck had always told him that they wanted to forget something ever happened. and if he were being honest, he felt the same way for them. but you were different. there's a small devil on his shoulder that whispered his insecurities in his ear, and eddie says, "look, um. about l-last night. you, um, we can just forget that all of those ever happened,"
you don't expect to be frowning early in the morning with something twisting your guts. "what? why?"
"because," eddie laughs sardonically, gesturing to himself. "you're you and i'm...eddie."
"and?"
his lips curl. "what do you mean 'and?'"
"so what if you're eddie?" you whisper, tugging on your fingers. suddenly eddie feels guilty, your bottom lip jutting out in disappointment and he wonders if you think it's your fault. (you do. but eddie knows it's not your fault)
"well. i mean it's not like we can talk in school, babe. your friends are gonna judge you-"
"i don't care," you furrow your eyebrows. "i don't judge them for dating jocks who are so stupid."
eddie twists, a hand tilting your head to look at him. the simple touch makes you forget what he said for a split second, the comfort of his thumb wiping any imaginary tears. "well, sweetheart, i'm not a jock. i'm-"
"don't say it," you snap, threatening him. "i really liked last night. and i- i'd like to do it again..." your eyes soften, hand coming up to wrap around his wrist. "...with you. obviously,"
his heart palpitates. a swarm of bats circling around his belly. "yeah?"
"yeah."
"well, for the record," he brushes the hair out of your face. "i really liked last night, too,"
you smile, and his temptations are fed.
for the first time, he kisses you. eddie kisses you with excitement buzzing in him; fervor burning with anticipation. he hadn't kissed you last night—something you've made an agreement with seeing as kissing was...passionate. but now he kisses you with a cigarette mouth and an eager tongue that invades your mouth when you moan slightly against him.
the taste of him sends heat down your core, dampening your panties. eddie quickly detaches himself to your lips and kisses down your neck, where he sees the light marks he'd left. he plants a kiss or two, a sacrilegious aid. with his cigarette balanced between his index and middle fingers, he uses the other to slither down beneath the sheets and cup your heat.
"christ," he grunts against your neck, swallowing your quieted moan. "wet already?"
"not my fault," you push the covers away, throwing it aside, almost falling off his bed and eddie slots himself between your legs, knees raising to dig on his waist. "you- you kiss like a wh-..."
eddie smiles in levity. "i kiss like a what, baby?"
you whine, eyes fluttering shut when he digs the heel of his palm on your clothed cunt, cheeks flaring in embarrassment. it's too vulgar, you think. but you're not in the place where your parents are, and you say, "like a w-whore."
he pushes your shirt up beneath your chest, his teeth biting softly at the small bow on your panties before he digs his nose right at the indent of your wet slit. you whimper, legs spread wide by the guidance of his hand. "mm. right. like i'm the one who's wet."
eddie pushes your panties to the side and wastes no time pressing the flat of his tongue on your dripping hole. you jolt, the sparks of sore sensitivity makes your eyes water. but he doesn't care—not when your hair shoots to clutch tightly on his hair, eliciting a baritone hum that vibrates against your blushing clit.
"o-oh! eddie,"
he puts the cig back on his wet lips, his tongue coating it with your slick and his saliva before he lets the nicotine evade his mouth. you pant, lifting your head to take a look, watching as he removes the cigarette that you greedily take from him.
salaciously, eddie blows the smoke onto your cunt. it was hot, a harsh kiss that mimicked the rigid waft of winter that caressed your skin. but it felt good—ticklish, but overwhelmingly good. and the smoke has barely withered into the air when he wraps his lips around your swollen clit and sucks on it, gathering all your arousal into his mouth.
you moan, the heel of your palm pressing on the sweat at your forehead, the cigarette on your hand still burning and waiting. eddie chuckles. "you liked that, didn't you?"
"yeah," you place the cigarette in your mouth, just when he fucked his fingers in. you almost choke, plucking it out to cough the smoke and bring forth a croaked moan. "jesus!"
you give up and toss the cigarette on his ashtray beside the bed, seeing no use anymore.
but his strokes are gentle, his fingertips pressing on your velvety walls, scissoring them slowly before he parts them and spreads you open. your hand is tight around his tangled curls, admiring the thick muscle of his pink tongue flicking at your clit.
"god, baby, you taste amazing," his own eyes roll to the back of his head, his cock hard and straining but it's not what he's focused on right now.
you taste like nectar found from the waterfalls of heaven, after he'd climbed back up from the pits of hell. the nicotine on his tongue made everything better, letting you drip onto his mouth before he swallows it all up.
"e-eddie," you cry. "i'm gonna cum,"
"cum then," he nips at your folds. "be good and cum on my face, honey,"
and everything felt like you're in an abyss of deathless pleasure. the sensitivity from last night twists the coil tighter, and eddie's fingers move faster. the squelching sound of your arousal glinting brightly around his knuckles, so much that it had almost been a mirror for you to use. he sucks and laps at your folds, prodding his nose at the hood of your clit, until you explode and cum on his face.
your legs fall to the bed, catching your breath as eddie plucks his fingers out on a wet slosh, putting it back in his mouth to suck your juices out of his limbs. you smile lazily in the afterglow of your morning orgasm, and eddie can't help himself but lean down and capture his lips with yours.
"had fun up here?" he cocks a brow, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, his damp fingers lacing around yours.
you suck your cheeks in and offer him a shy smile. "i'm definitely gonna come back here later,"
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soft launch ~ mick schumacher
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synopsis: You, Toto's daughter, and Mick start soft launching your relationship just after Mercedes announced Mick would be their reserve driver for the year.
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yn.wolff hopping through new york city
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francisca.cgomes gorgeous babe 🤍
y/n.wolff i miss you 🤍🥺
francisca.cgomes we need to go on a double date soon !!!
y/n.wolff amen to that
user1 UMMM??????
user2 posting a mysterious boy on her insta and then confirming she's dating in the comments???
user3 is Toto okay?
lewishamilton Toto is asking who that boy is
y/n.wolff tell him to stop being nosy
lewishamilton don't give me attitude and answer the goddamn phone - toto
y/n.wolff stop embarrassing me
yourbff you're beautiful 🤩🤩
y/n.wolff i miss you 🥺
yourbff get me some paddock passes for the next race
y/n.wolff done
mercedesamgf1 🤍
landonorris you're scandalous 😤
y/n.wolff not any more than you are
landonorris i'm a perfect angel
y/n.wolff and i'm batman
landonorris i knew it!!
user4 i saw mick in the likes 👀👀👀
user3 not really suspicious, they've known each other for a while thanks to Toto
user2 but imagine them being together, they would break the internet
mickschumacher 👀
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f1gossippofficial Mick Schumacher and Y/N Wolff spotted having dinner late last night in New York City and sharing intimate moments. Rumors have been circulating around the paddock that the young driver and daughter of Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 team, Toto Wolff, have recently started dating, but is this true? 🤔
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user1 I KNEW IT AGHH
formula1wags if this is true, the paddock is about to go wild
user2 facts
yourbff well, well, well
user1 um, yourbff, what are you doing here?
user2 is this confirmation?
mercedesamgf1 🤔🤔
user1 omg this is so how Toto is feeling right now
user3 if this is indeed true, i hope they're happy❤️❤️
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mercedesamgf1 Our reserve driver for the 2023 season! 🤍
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mickschumacher honored! 🤍
georgerussell63 proud to have you on board with us!
lewishamilton welcome to the show, brother
y/n.wolff 🤍
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user1 👀👀👀
user2 i'm lowkey digging this
user3 can't wait to see you in action Schumi 🤍🤍
landonorris you've come a long way, brother
mickschumacher thanks, lando
gina_schumacher so proud of you, baby brother 🤍
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mickschumacher 🤍new york city, you're a wonder
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y/n.wolff 👀 handsome
mickschumacher 🤩
user1 why don't they just confirm it already
user2 i saw them the other day
user1 DETAILS GIRL
user2 they were walking around Times Square, visiting various shops. they were holding hands, kissing very subtly, they are for sure dating. Mick bought Y/N a bouquet of flowers at one point and she became all shy when he gave it to her. melted my heart
user3 they sound so cute and happy together
gina_schumacher don't forget to bring me something
mickschumacher are you using me to get free stuff?
gina_schumacher maybe
y/n.wolff gina_schumacher consider it done
mickschumacher ?????
estebanocon my invitation seems to have got lost in the mail
mickschumacher i'll take you with me next time
estebanocon she's stealing you away from me
y/n.wolff sorryyyyy
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y/n.wolff i like them blonde and sweet 😛
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mickschumacher i love you
y/n.wolff i love you more
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georgerussell63 finally
mickschumacher i'm surprised you kept it a secret this long
georgerussell63 you were starting to make it hard on me
y/n.wolff thank you georgie, good boy
georgerussell63 please stop talking to me like i'm a dog
y/n.wolff you know i can’t do that
landonorris everyone already knew, you know
y/n.wolff i don't see your point
landonorris your soft-launch was useless
y/n.wolff you're useless
landonorris :(
mickschumacher you asked for it, mate
user1 FINALLY 😭😭
user2 what do we think Toto's reaction was when they told him? 😭
y/n.wolff he was nice haha!! a little shocked, but nice nonetheless 🥳
user2 she actually responded😩😩😩
gina_schumacher so glad to have you in our family
y/n.wolff thank you for making me feel so welcome and loved !! 🩵
estebanocon happy for you guys! ❤️
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user3 they are the next it couple, i can feel it
user4 this love story makes me believe in love
user5 if they ever break up, i’m not going to believe in love anymore
alex_albon two blondes, dangerous
y/n.wolff what is that supposed to mean?
mickschumacher i don’t know if i want to know
alex_albon probably a good idea
y/n.wolff watch your back, albon
alex_albon 😟
user6 i love them sm 😩😩
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f1gossippofficial After confirming their relationship earlier this week, Mick Schumacher and Y/N Wolff have made their paddock debut as a couple earlier today. What do you guys think about our new WAG?
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user1 they are perfect for each other, just look at them😭
user2 i love them😭😭
user3 she's such a fashion icon and i'm here for it
user2 for real, she has an amazing sense of style
user1 just watch, Mick is gonna have a major change in style now that they're together
user4 God knows he needs one
y/n.wolff i think they're really cute together
mickschumacher i share the same opinion
user3 why are you guys trolling us now 😭😭😭😭
estebanocon could be cuter
y/n.wolff 😒😒😒
estebanocon i take it back
y/n.wolff wise choice
user5 Y/N has a hold on everyone in the paddock 😭😭 i want to be like her when i grow up
user4 who doesn't?
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Hii, i know megumi is such a sweetheart😭🥺 but what about him being a perv🙏👉👈 (I loved the last one u made)
18+ smut / 21+ bf megumi <3 masturbation ! turned out kiind of... domestic ?
Yeah, he's a kind and gentle man who cares deeply about the one he loves. He shows you every day, through little acts, like making the bed, surprising you with dinner, or taking you on a cute date at the weekend. He's polite to everyone, but with you he's always extra sweet, and so damn respectful- especially in the way he treats your body. He knows what you like. He knows your kinky side, just as much as you know his. He knows you love him for being his usual reserved self- when he waits for you to come get what you want. And he knows you love his needy side- when he gives you that shy smile and just buries his head into your neck and demands that you touch him.
So, if he's such a sweet and perfect boyfriend, the question must be asked, why is he on the bed with his shirt pulled up, jerking his cock to pictures of you?
You just left him so flustered when you were on your way out shopping with your girlfriends. You came downstairs, prancing to the door in what he can only describe as... something strappy... and thin. He wasn't really focused on the colour or design but the material was just so skimpy he could see the outline of your pretty body and you watched him come to terms with the fact that you were leaving.
He held onto your hand, unable to express that he wanted you to stay, and just pressed a kiss to your cheek and watched you walk out with your friends.
"Uh- I guess I'll see you later?"
But you're already stepping over to the car, where he watches you lower yourself in slow motion, where he admires the curve of your ass.
Yeah, that's it. He's admiring you.
It's not perverted?
It's just... a man, admiring his girlfriend. And he knows there's nothing wrong with that.
It's okay that he's moaning to the picture you took last week, of you two, in the glow of a sunset in the city. He just tries his best to ignore his boring face, resenting the fact that he isn't smiling even though he was very happy, and focusing on that pretty shimmer to your skin. The elated look in your eyes. Your smile.
It's not wrong that he's edging himself, trying to find the perfect picture of you to cum to. There are just too many.
Fuck- this one is hot. You were getting dressed up to go out for a fancy meal together and had him take photos of you. The dress is figure hugging in all the right places and displays your cleavage so perfectly- if he just strokes himself a few more times he's going to-
"Oh-"
He lets out a little surprised noise when he sees a notification from none other than you. Even just seeing your name on the screen makes his heart jump out of his chest. But when he taps on the message-
13:15 [name]
Hey baby! I'm trying on some clothes, I wondered if you could help me choose?
-he lets out a little groan.
He's embarrassed that he's already got his dick in his hand, about ready to spill, when you're sending him such a cute message. And you look so happy and pretty it's making him feel guilty, however much he's trying to justify it to himself.
"Oh, baby," he sighs out loud and scans his dark eyes over the image of your body. You're wearing a... nightie? He thinks? Or would you want to wear it outside? He's not sure. But it's dusty pink with a little bow at the top and barely contains your boobs. And oh god, he lets off a groan, feeling his dick swell when his eyes catch your nipples. They're just poking through the thin, satin material and he'd give anything to bury his face between your tits and suck harshly at the raised buds to hear you whimper and moan. He can just imagine the way you'd say his name.
He swipes to the next picture.
"Mm-" fuck, it's just a pair of jeans, you idiot.
But he can see your thong and the way you're posing in the mirror is doing nothing to stop him gripping and tugging himself a little faster.
And in the next picture he gets the surprise of his life because your clothes have all gone and you're standing there in nothing but the prettiest, dark blue lingerie and he busts immediately.
He keeps his hand wrapped around his dick and pumps himself right to the base, hammering the cum out all over his abs.
He looks over his body, as the mess he's made, and finally lets go of his spent cock, sighing and dropping his phone on the bed. He'll reply to you later. If he looks at those pictures again right now he'll have to go for another round.
Little does he know, you're buying a couple of lingerie sets today to surprise him for his birthday (because you couldn't think of a better present than yourself). And you intend to come home and show them all off this weekend.
megumi | m.list
i'm sorry that your name is just [name] in megumi's phone i imagine that it's an ongoing battle. like you will change it to something cute but he loves your name so much that he will change it right back.
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literally can't stop thing about highschoolsweetheart!au where darling is 24/7 clinging onto a slightly annoyed/frustrated könig's arm, autistically chatting his ear off about random things like cute cat videos that she saw, dinosaurs or art, gushing about how much she loves him, how utterly handsome he's looking and that they're absolutely meant to be!! 🥺 always nuzzling him and pressing sweet kisses to his face.
until... maybe he snaps and shuts her up :// not in a nice way. maybe i'm projecting here, but i've been silenced before and it did nasty things to me. (bit of advice for unknowing peeps, don't make autistic people stop rambling, if you can help it. let them down gently if you must 💌)
back to our sheep... she suddenly shuts in. doesn't chat as much as before, slowly sticking to only utilitarian stuff. avoids his gaze oftenly, gradually starting to keep her distance, stops initiating affectionate things. she still absolutely adores him, but she's hurt, heart constricting in her chest. thinks she's doing him a service by listening to his 'request' at shutting the hell up, thinking she's making him happier. she's still itching to babble, making an active effort at stoping herself from going back to her rambling habits.
how would könig feel? react?
imagine what would it be like, if after some time of this distance, at a social gathering or something, he sees a man approaching her. another MAN!! how is this possible?? and he's... he's asking her about things? looking interested in her talk, eyeing her up and down??
would you do me the honour of tormenting this poor man for me? :33
Her ramblings were cute at first, then they started to go in one ear and out the other. König has a budding tinnitus from work and only wants to rest, but she skitters to him like a lovesick cat, climbs into his lap, and starts to talk his ear off about attachment styles and some pop psychology.
The enthusiasm in her eyes is what bothers him the most – he’s hit with envy, bright hot and red, because he has no time for intellectual interests these days. There's nothing but gun oil and gym to keep him busy. He was supposed to become either a philosopher or a fighter, but since they said philosophers can’t get pussy, he chose the other option (and still got little to no pussy), sad wanker as he was back then.
He either doesn’t know what the hell she is talking about or, he would want to discuss with her about the subjects she’s into, so much in fact that it would soon become an autistic competition of its own. But the deeply ingrained memory of being called a scrawny nerd is keeping his mouth shut even now, when he’s approaching his mid-thirties.
So he tells her she should read an actual book about the subject and stop filling her head with nonsense layman theories.
It hurts; it fucking burns, the mute, helpless stare she shoots at him. She scoots away, sorely upset, and won’t come back to him before the evening fall.
There's no cute noises and kisses peppered all over his face, no dangling from his neck and prattling away about the differences between C. S. Lewis and Tolkien; no videos where a cat tries to fish the last pringles with its paw or memes that remind her of him. There's just a broken girl and a knife in his heart, but he’s too ashamed and proud to apologize.
And so she comes back to him when he won't go to her, the deep yearning always overthrowing her pride. It feeds his self loath by gallons: she's better than him, always has been.
She hugs his middle when they lie down to sleep, forehead pressed against his upper back. She’s too small to reach the back of his neck, but she won’t wriggle upwards like an adorable little worm to place a kiss there like she used to. Just falls asleep with a sigh, holding him tight.
His sleep arrives only after hours have passed, and the knife inside his heart has finally done its duty and euthanized the whole organ.
They never talk about it: but she prattles far less nonsense to him now. He nearly breaks the silence one day and asks her about the Myers Pigs test or whatever it was called, see if she would crack open from her shell and laugh. He could coax her to tell him what her newest interest is nowadays, what makes her eyes bright and shiny when he’s away. But he’s too fucking ashamed, too goddamm proud to tell her that she’s annoyingly cute when she talks so much and that he fucking loves her for that. That she’s the silliest girl he’s ever met and if he had a hat, he would take it off every time she wanted to share another monologue.
If he had the balls, he would ask if she had all this madness inside her when they were kids but never had the courage to spill it out… If he's the only person she has allowed to see this side of her without fear.
...
He returns to the party after having a smoke – a bad habit everytime he knows he's about to down a few beers – only to see she’s engaged in a heated conversation with some other guy.
Or, the guy is asking questions, while his girl is about to burst out of her dress from the eagerness to tell him everything about some new hyperfixation of hers. Something she hasn’t really shared with him; not anymore...
The knife is still in his heart, it seems, because it twists. Violently.
He looks for a weapon to defend himself: an empty beer bottle, a knife on the table, an untended umbrella by the door; his fists, ungloved. It’s just a routine check, a simple habit that was hammered in his system years ago, and of course this is not the time or the place for violence. He just… fantasizes about stabbing that guy in the liver with some blunt cutlery, pounding his ribs to pieces until his knuckles bleed with jealousy. He even fantasizes her screams when she sees what kind of a man he really is: a weak wanker who turned into a pitiful beast of a man.
These flashes take only a second or two, then he squares his shoulders and goes to get his girl back.
“How about we dance,” he offers his hand to her, palm up like the other guy was made of air – or not even that.
Her eyes light up with surprise, pure, undiluted hope, her interest in her chat companion now completely gone.
“You... You want to dance?”
His lips compress into a thin line, his nostrils flaring from the need to either claim her right on this floor or turn and beat the competing dick beside him into a pulp.
Then her hand finds his, her soft little smile pulls him back, her eyes now shining to him and only him.
It’s a slow one, the song, and he only notices it when she lifts her hands and cups the back of his neck. Tingles shoot down his spine and send a curious little twitch down his dick – even his testes pull up a notch. They’ve fucked a thousand times, and still, she has this effect on him... All she needs to do is smile and touch his neck, and his body answers; he’s hers.
“Does this mean you like me…?” She asks with a playful smile when his hands come to naturally claim her waist.
“...What?”
“You saw me with that guy and came to whisk me away.”
He tries to avoid her stare, fakes to steal a glimpse at the other pairs dancing, but it’s challenging when she looks at him like… like that.
“He was drooling all over you back there,” he mutters.
“...Oh? So you came to save me?”
“You have difficulty saying no.”
She's relaxed, while he's stiff, the adrenaline leaving him slowly and with a rising boner. It doesn't help that she's drawing little circles on his skin, right there where it tickles and sends more pulls down his cock.
He tries to breathe deep and slow, but it doesn’t really work much. There are times when he gets a hard-on from her playing with his hair or brushing a set of fingertips across his nipple, and then there are times when he really wishes she wouldn’t do shit like this. Not when they’re at a party and he almost had a temper tantrum in front of everyone.
“König… You never dance,” she says with a weighted stare. He answers it with a heavy glare of his own, eyes that should tell her enough about his true feelings for her.
There’s a thin line between love and hate, but never has he felt this undeniable truth as acutely as he has with her...
“If you don’t stop with the tickling I’m going to have to take you upstairs for a fuck.”
Her tiny little fingers stop immediately, but her eyes shine brighter than ever before. From shock, love, or awe, who knows. Then she picks up that annoying habit again, a bit too keenly to convey any kind of actual fear.
“You’re begging for it, aren’t you...?” He comments with genuine contempt.
“...Yes?” She answers with a breath of a smile, pure love in her stare.
He grunts as if tired, then scoops her up, right there on the dance floor and takes her upstairs when everyone can see.
“You like me. Admit it,” she babbles when he carries her inside some guest bedroom and kicks the door shut, with her snug and smiling in his arms.
“Yes, yes. You can tell me all about everything when I’m done with you.”
“All about everything?” She giggles as he throws her on the bed and starts to take off his shirt. Her eyes shoot to his pecs, then to his fingers when he unzips his pants. There's no lie, no deceit in that stare, just adoration and want.
“First you have to be quiet. Think you can manage that?”
She opens her pink little mouth, then shuts it, starts to nod like a broken doll.
When he eventually slides in, the poor doll whimpers, just like he thought.
"Hush," he gruffs, but doesn't cover her mouth.
He can have a little taste, a sip, a treat... Because the knife in his heart stops rattling only when he makes love to her – he does that often, even if he calls it 'fucking' in his mind.
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Ryker 👀👀👀👀👀
I saw requests are open, could I have something about Dan Heng and Sampo being clingy? They're so adorable 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️
Vi! My first request! I'm so hyped for this! I hope I do both Dan Heng and Sampo justice for this
Dan Heng:
it's rare for Dan Heng to be clingy
and when he is, he's very subtle about it
most of the time it starts with little touches like him linking your pinkies while standing together
which then turns into him holding your hand
and then slowly moving closer
it's his silent way of asking for more affection from you
but if you still don't get the hint and give him attention after that, he will pull you into his arms
he's less likely to do this if others are around, but if it's people he's comfortable with like those on the Astral Express, he has no problem with them seeing him being clingy
he will just pull you in for cuddles without a word
Dan Heng gets a little pouty when you have to leave him to do something
but he won't stop you
whenever you have to leave he has a moment of hesitation as he tries to figure out how to get you out of whatever you need to do so you can stay with him
if he can't figure anything out he will very hesitantly let you go
but he wants your affection and cuddles when you come back
how can you say no to his adorable face?
"It'll only be a couple hours at most."
Dan Heng didn't seem to fully accept your reasoning. He had his arms around you, gently holding you close to him with his head on your shoulder. Though his eyes were closed, he was listening closely to everything you said. He just didn't want you to have to leave his arms.
"It's a simple mission right? You can ask March to do it."
"March has her own things to do."
He hummed and you felt his arms tighten around you for a second. He had done this before, but he seemed to really be thinking this one through.
"I'm sure March has some spare time. You could always ask Welt or Himeko too."
"It's my mission. I promise it'll be quick."
"But I want you here with me."
Though his tone was very plain and matter-of-fact like, you could hear the faint pout in his voice. You couldn't help but laugh lightly at his clingy tendency.
"Alright then, how about you come with me on the mission?"
You could feel him lightly smile against your shoulder. It was a solution he certainly was happy with. He gets to spend more time with you while you get your mission done.
Slowly, he unwrapped his arms from around you and moved one hand down to hold your own. His teal eyes looked into your own with such warmth and love.
"Then let's go."
Sampo:
this man is clingy all the time
he just can't get enough of your attention and affection
can you blame him?
he just loves you so much!
he hates when you're gone for too long and becomes so needy for affection
as soon as you get back, expect Sampo to be attached to you
unlike Dan Heng, Sampo is so open and obvious about how clingy he is
he will say just about anything for your affection
"What? I do my best thinking when I'm in your arms!"
he gets so upset when you have to leave too
"But who's gonna cuddle me and give me kisses while you're away?"
"Sampo I'll only be gone for an hour."
"I'm going to freeze without your arms and kisses to warm me!"
this is a common occurrence
Sampo will even hold you tight against him until you absolutely have to go and you have to convince him to release you
what could you possibly need to do that's more important than cuddles with your dear boyfriend?
"Noooooooooooo."
"Sampo we're completely out of your juice. I need to go get some more."
Your boyfriend has you in quite the predicament. He was out of juice, and he needed that in the mornings or else he would be grumpy. He claims his day doesn't start right without it.
But he also didn't want you to leave him to go to the store. Sampo had his arms around you as he laid atop you. You could see the pout on his face from his resting spot on your chest. It was one of his favorite ways to cuddle you and he loves feeling your arms around him. So of course he didn't want you to leave!
"But darling! You know I can't go out there right now! The guards are still on high alert for the great Sampo Koski after his latest performance."
"You'll be upset in the morning if you don't have it though."
"I can manage as long as I have you my love!"
It was a serious debate in your mind. Stay and cuddle with Sampo only having to deal with how grumpy he may be in the morning? Or leave him and go the store? He would survive if you left him (despite what he says), but he looks so cute and loveable in your arms.
As you weighed your options, Sampo gave you a smile and placed a light kiss on the base of your neck. Taking one look at that adorable smile, your mind was made.
"Fine, I'll stay here."
"Yay! More love from my wonderful darling. I knew I'm a lucky man."
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i don't know anyone who writes wonwoo as perfect as you! you manage to capture his personality so well🥺could i please request a friends to lovers thing for wonu? you've been friends for YEARS and you've had your moments and hidden glances but this one night you're just sitting out and feeling the winter breeze together. he can feel you staring and asks why you're doing that..while you contemplate whether to give in and just confess. you're so overwhelmed with emotions for him but you're also so terrified to tell him bcos you're scared to change the dynamics your relationship has so far.
thank you so much for saying that about my writing, anon :') took me entirely too long but i had a sudden burst of inspiration after seeing the latest gam3 bo1 wonwoo with long hair 😵💫 hope you like this! title taken from the english version of crush by seventeen.
hearts in parallel — jeon wonwoo | 2,730 words | fluff
gender neutral reader. warnings: none.
wonwoo's standing outside your car in the parking lot of your office. part of you is convinced you're just imagining things, because he's supposed to be in japan. touring. doing idol things. having fun.
every morning you look forward to the pictures he's made a habit of sending whenever he's on tour, whether they're what he had for breakfast, or what a sleeping dokyeom looked like with a moustache drawn on his face. his only motive for doing that has been to convince you to let him take you on a vacation whenever you're free, because he says there's always something you'd enjoy wherever he goes.
it's sweet. it really is. even if you have to keep reminding him that you have your usual 9-5 that's so different from his schedules.
but it is wonwoo, when you focus on the way he's standing against the hood of your car, hands in his pockets as he looks at what you assume is the view of the sun setting in the distance. crazy how he'd sent a picture of it to you just today morning from another country.
suddenly, you fell woefully out-dressed. it's your usual work attire, but wonwoo's got his airport look on, complete with a dashing coat that you've never seen before. maybe he has it on only for today.
"surprise?" wonwoo asks sheepishly, when he catches you staring at him.
you blink once more, just in case. "wonwoo?" you ask, a little uncertain. "aren't you supposed to..."
"tour ended last night," he explains, pushing himself to stand properly. "i texted you afterwards."
you think back to the messages you exchanged last night, but they're a haze at best. all you can currently think of is your calendar you've been crossing things off of for a better part of the day.
any other time, you'd be extremely happy to see wonwoo, but today you don't feel like you can match his energy. "sorry," you murmur, rubbing your face. maybe if you rub it hard enough he'll disappear and you can catch up with him when you're a bit more presentable.
"hey, no," he says, catching your wrist as you pull your hands away. "you look perfectly fine. did i catch you at a wrong time?"
you realize you just said your last sentence out loud. "just tired," you say, proud of yourself at how even your voice is despite the fact that your hand is in his. "i'm glad you're here, though."
wonwoo lets go of your hand. "then is it fine if i drive you home?"
you look at him. he looks pretty serious, and you snort. "did you seriously come here just to drive me home?"
wonwoo nods. "straight from the airport. dropped my stuff home, then took a cab and came here."
no wonder he's still got the airport look on.
"you're a weird man, jeon wonwoo," you say, searching for your keys in your pocket.
"that's probably why we're friends," he deadpans, catching the keys you toss him.
"you should be sleeping," you say, chucking your bag on the backseat. "or resting at home. not being my chauffeur."
"maybe i wanted to be your chauffeur because i'm not sleepy," wonwoo replies, slipping on his seatbelt, waiting for you to do the same before starting your car. "it's been a while since we've hung out together."
that's true, you think. ever since you got this new job, your hours have been filled with work, and even though you're not overly swamped, you've been seeing your friends a bit less frequently than you would have liked. wonwoo included. and wonwoo's also had less time to spend with you, given how the band's been planning more foreign tours in the past year.
so you're glad you're spending time with him, even if you're not at your best.
"who said you don't look good?" wonwoo asks.
you bite your tongue when you realize you've spoken out your thoughts again — it's just a testament to how tired you are, with no filter between your thoughts and words. you shake your head, but wonwoo's not having any of it.
"i came here straight off my flight and i look absolutely dishevelled. you're lucky i don't mind you seeing me like this."
"your so-called dishevelled airport look is just as good as me at my best, so don't even start, okay?"
"yah," wonwoo says, laughing. "i don't appreciate you slandering yourself like that."
"fine, what do you appreciate?"
"you spending some time with me and not worrying about anything else."
blunt, as always. you appreciate it, even if it makes your heart jump a little. and it's not that you're worrying over anything: it's just the sudden nature of wonwoo's appearance that has you a little confused. but you're not complaining.
"by the way," wonwoo says, when you finally pull out onto the main road after leaving all the traffic behind, "i got you something."
"again? wonwoo, i told you i don't need souvenirs from every—"
"this was for your birthday, sweetheart," he says, pausing to pull something out of the pocket of his coat. "i still have your stuff from japan waiting to be unpacked."
"you're a menace, won," you say, hands hesitating to accept the slim box sitting on the dashboard. "i told you i didn't want anything."
"and i told you it'd be a crime if i didn't get you anything. maybe i would've listened to you if you didn't get that insanely expensive camera for me."
you glance at him. "that's—"
"—a completely valid argument," he retorts, reaching for the slim box and putting it in your lap. "i've been waiting to see your reaction ever since i got it."
shaking your head, you make a show of opening it. one thing about wonwoo is that he somehow always knows what to gift others. you could tell him you didn't want anything, and then he'd give you something you didn't even know you wanted.
case in point: there's a dainty silver chain sitting in the box, with the pendant looking very familiar. you take a closer look at it and realize—
"you didn't."
wonwoo has his mischievous grin on. "of course i did."
it's a customized engraving of your cat on the circular coin of metal, a perfect replica down to the little discoloured patch of fur on your cat's face.
you'd complained to wonwoo, once, drunkenly, about this really cute online jewellery store that sold customized necklaces. you'd never been able to find it again despite going through your search history and searching the web extensively.
now that it's sitting in your hands, you can't help but wonder how much time he must have spent tracking it down, finding the perfect picture for the engraving.
"i don't know how to thank you," you say honestly, looking at wonwoo. he still has the smile on his face, looking straight ahead.
"just wear it forever, and you're good."
"oh, emotionally manipulating me? is that how it's going to be?" you ask, tracing the chain with your finger.
"i don't think it's manipulation if it's your cat."
you can't argue with that. you snap the box shut and put it in the pocket of your jeans. "you shouldn't have, won," you say perfunctorily.
wonwoo doesn't respond, simply choosing to switch on the radio.
for once, you're not driving, and you get the chance to appreciate how beautiful the city looks when it's nearing night.
"you hungry?" wonwoo asks, when the car stops at a red light.
you shake your head. "not for a few more hours. you?"
"nope," wonwoo says, flexing his fingers on the wheel. "but tonight's a full moon night, so i was thinking we could go to the riverside and just hang out near the pier? if you're not too tired?"
you think about it. you get to hang out with wonwoo in the moonlight, which will definitely be a sight to behold. the way he's been living rent-free in your mind for a while now is embarrassing, to say the least.
"i don't mind."
you sneak glances at him when he's answers a call from dino asking him if he's free to hang out tomorrow, when he's excited to hear one of his own songs on the radio. he's cute, and the feeling's eating you up from the inside every single time you're with him.
he just looks so...boyfriend. he's let his hair grow out, and black really is his colour. not to mention his glasses which might just be your undoing.
wonwoo parks at a spot not far from the pier.
you get out of the car and immediately get hit by a gust of cool air, and you're really glad wonwoo decided to come pick you up today, because there's no way you would've come here by yourself.
the walkway around the river seems nicer than the last time you were here, bigger and better with more lights and somehow, lesser people. it's exactly what you need right now.
you fall in step alongside wonwoo, comfortably silent as you make your way from the car park, the relative silence amplifying the sound of insects chirping and people chattering around you.
you don't look down for a second, and suddenly there's a tiny pebble that gets stuck in your shoe and trips you up. you brace yourself for a slightly hard impact, but the next thing you know is that wonwoo's arm is around your waist, pulling you into himself.
"careful," he chides softly, rubbing your back for a moment before letting go. "are you okay?"
you nod mechanically.
"let's switch sides. the light's better here."
it's these little things that wonwoo does, that make you fall for him even more. what started off as a little crush is now a hopeless, helpless twinge in your heart that multiplies whenever you so much as look at him. no matter how much you've gotten better at controlling your feelings around him, you can't help but stare at how good he looks tonight, the moon highlighting his face, its silver beams running through his black hair.
you've really, really missed this. just hanging out with him. and maybe you miss the time before you realized your feelings were so earth-consumingly deep that it began clouding every interaction the two of you have had.
"do you have the box with you?" wonwoo asks, all of a sudden.
you question his words for a second, then remember. "yeah," you say, patting at the slim box sitting in the pocket of your jeans.
"let me put it on for you?"
what should have been a calm night out with wonwoo by the riverside has now ended up into you becoming a mess of nerves, your skin burning where his fingertips touch you, fastening the clasp into place. you can't see how it looks on you right now, but wonwoo already has a solution.
"stand here," he says, directing you to a particularly bright lamppost. "you need to see how good it looks on you."
you try protesting, but wonwoo brushes away your concerns. "let me just take a picture. just one."
it's never just one picture with wonwoo, and you can't stop him when he has his mind set on something. you give in and stand under the light and try to muster up a real smile for the camera. you succeed because it's wonwoo standing behind the camera, pulling a funny face that makes you laugh.
he shows you the photos once he's done taking them, and you're not looking at the camera in a single one. he always makes you look better than you do, somehow. you return the favour, taking pictures of him posing in the same spot.
"these are good," wonwoo remarks, scrolling through the photos. "i'm glad you got the moon, too."
you nod before you say something embarrassing like you're the moon, though. you watch as wonwoo takes some more pictures of the sky, and the life around the riverside. the restaurants and shops light up the view for you but you can't help but just look at wonwoo. he looks so serene and in his environment that you can't help but wonder if having wonwoo as your boyfriend would entail dates like this on a regular basis.
"you're staring," is all he says, after two full minutes of silence.
you hum and slowly turn your gaze away from him, focusing on the trees in the distance, trying to play it off casually. rookie error.
"is everything okay?" he asks, pocketing his phone and moving a bit closer to you. "want to go home?"
you shake your head. "you?"
"no, i'm fine."
and then his hand is covering yours.
you try your best not to freak out, but under his hand, your hand is gripping the railing so tightly that you're sure your knuckles are white.
"sorry i missed your birthday," wonwoo says, leaning in close enough that he's towering over you. it's the perfect height to k—
"it's not your fault," you say, licking your lips. "you had work. and you even called me when you were free."
"still. it doesn't make up for me not being here."
"i don't mind," you say honestly, your other hand gripping the railing for strength you don't currently possess. "you're here now."
wonwoo hums, seemingly dissatisfied. your hand's genuinely burning under his, and you resist the urge to check if it's on fire.
"well, for what it's worth," wonwoo says, turning to face you, "i hope you had a good day, and i hope i'm there for your birthday next year. like a good friend."
"you are a good friend, won," you say quietly. "the best."
you wonder if you should just give in and tell him how you feel. given you know how mature he is, you doubt he's going to shun you the way you're afraid he will, but part of you doesn't want your dynamic to change. he's so easy to talk to, and he knows so much about you, and you're afraid of having to find it all over again in another person. maybe it's for the best to let this moment pass.
"you are too, sweetheart." his thumb brushes against the back of your hand, and something in you snaps.
"would you still consider me the best if i told you i liked you?"
wonwoo blinks. in the wake of his silence you can once again hear the vehicles on the road behind you, the sounds of people around you, and maybe even your heart if you shut your eyes.
"you know," he says after a while, his grip on your hand still in place, "i've been trying to give you a chance to say that for the past few months."
your brain plays a comically loud record scratch sound. you look up at him, but he's smiling.
"what."
"i...was hoping there would be a small chance you liked me, and then jeonghan let it out one night when we were out drinking. but i couldn't make the first move because i was scared."
"you were scared? of?"
wonwoo takes his hand back and rubs his neck sheepishly. "i didn't know if he was telling me the truth or making things up. you know jeonghan."
"...yeah," you say, brain still trying to get back on track. "so right now i have one more person on my hitlist."
"whoa, what? i just...implied i liked you!"
"and i just said— wait. what?"
wonwoo laughs. "do you want to be on the same page as me?"
you nod slowly, still processing things. still not believing your luck.
"here's what we'll do, then," wonwoo says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "i'm going to drive you home tonight. then we can take jeonghan off your hitlist and send him some more alcohol, just as a thanks."
you wouldn't even have imagined this a few hours ago. you trail your fingers along the railing, reaching out to hold wonwoo's hand again. he meets your fingers with ease. "and what do i get in return?"
"you get to call me your boyfriend. and kiss me, if you like." wonwoo's leaning over you again. it's the perfect height to kiss you.
and he does end up kissing you, this time.
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can you pls do an imagine with any of the polys where they're having super intense sex and reader is hella deep in the subspace but some of the boys or whoever end up coming over in the middle of it and both boys are trying to keep reader from having a sub drop without giving away the fact that they were just fucking her brains out a few minutes ago🙏🙏🙏
these two🥺
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"keep your legs open you brat-" paul gritted out, tightening his grip on your thigh as he stood at the edge of the bed and pounded into you. you let out a loud whine, sobbing as your brain worked at processing all the pleasure coursing through your body.
"did you hear that?" your other imprinter's soft voice came, forcing paul to still his movements as he listened, unintentionally allowing you a moment to catch your breath. while you anxiously sucked in lungfuls of air, seth quickly tugged his plaid pajama pants on before heading out to see who was at the front door.
paul slid his hands up to rest on your hips, rubbing gentle circles against the fatty flesh there while he listened to hear who was interrupting your night. sure enough, you heard the voices of none other than embry call, quil ateara, sam uley, and emily young enter your apartment.
paul let out a loud groan, anxiously running his fingers through his hair as he tried to figure out what to do with you. neither of your imprinters had anticipated having company over tonight so they weren't worried about pushing you deep into the subspace.
unfortunately for you, you three now had company and paul and seth had to figure out what to do with you. "hey princess," paul murmured after a moment of thinking, softening his gaze as he looked down at you. you smiled up at him, "you gonna keep being a good girl for me, yea?" he asked, offering your hips a gentle squeeze that had you giggling softly.
you nodded, "your good girl," you confirmed, reaching your hands up to brush away at the tears that had fallen during your rendez-vous just a few moments prior.
"my good girl," paul cooed, "now i'm gonna pull out of you so we can get dressed, yea? we gotta go talk with quil, embry, sam, and emily for a little bit, okay?" he asked, not waiting for your response before he was pulling his rock hard length out of you, eliciting a loud whine from you as you sat up, quickly grabbing his hand to pull him back to you.
"princess," paul murmured, "promise i'm gonna take care of you in a little bit, okay? need you to be a good girl for me for a little while and then i promise i'll let that pretty little pussy of yours cum on me and seth as much as you want to, yea?" he asked, offering your hand a soft squeeze as he bent down to grab his sweatpants and boxers from the floor, quickly pulling them on as you slowly nodded.
"hey pretty girl," seth's voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you looked over your shoulder to see him stepping over to you, "gonna get you dressed so we can go cuddle on the couch for a little bit," seth cooed as paul pressed a quick kiss to your head before he was heading out into the living room to entertain your surprise guests.
you slowly nodded, anxiously watching seth as you tried to figure out what on earth was going on, "hey, hey, don't go working yourself up on me," seth murmured as he stepped between your thighs, easily catching onto your anxiety, "you're gonna cuddle with me on the couch for a little bit and then we can finish up a little later, okay?" he asked softly, sliding his hands over your own as he patiently waited for you to process his words.
after a moment, you nodded, biting your bottom lip as he grabbed you a fresh pair of panties, one of his t-shirts, and some spandex for you to get changed into, "c'mere pretty girl," he cooed, quickly helping you into your clothes, "do you think you can walk into the living room with me?" he asked, giving your hands a gentle squeeze when you looked up at him hesitantly, "i'll help you, yea?" he suggested, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead when you nodded.
he was quick to help you up, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist as you curled into his side, allowing him to lead the two of you into the living room, "oh there she is!" emily exclaimed when you and seth entered the living room, "we were wondering where you were," she teased and you giggled, blushing as you sat down on the couch with seth, quickly curling into his side.
"she was just sleeping, isn't that right pretty girl?" seth asked teasingly, offering your hip a gentle squeeze to prompt you to respond.
you nodded, "jus' sleeping," you reiterated, smiling over at your friend who laughed softly as she curled into sam's side, content with your response.
"anyways," quil started before dramatically clearing his throat, "we didn't mean to intrude on your precious slumber princess," he teased, eliciting a series of laughs from everyone, "but we needed to talk to your boytoys about what they saw on patrol today." he added, turning his attention back over to paul who rolled his eyes, glancing over at you for a moment before he was looking back at quil.
"it was definitely that rogue vampire you and embry caught the other day," paul explained, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in as you curled further into seth's side.
"you okay pretty girl?" seth murmured as the rest of the group went back to focusing on whatever it was they picked up on in the woods earlier.
you nodded, looking up at him with doe eyes, "promise i'm bein' good?" you whispered back, anxiously watching his expression for any signs of annoyance, the subspace convincing you him and paul were secretly mad at you which is why they ended your session early.
seth was quick to soothe your worries, both him and paul all too aware of how easily upset you could get when you were in such a fragile state, "such a good girl," he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, "you wanna cuddle under the blanket?" he suggested, knowing you'd feel much better if you were in a spot you could at least somewhat relax in.
you quickly nodded, loving that idea which had seth letting out a breathy laugh as he sat up and quickly grabbed the blanket at the edge of the couch before he sat back and laid it over the two of you, "there you go pretty girl," he cooed, wrapping his arms around you so he could hold you close to him as you threw your legs over his legs, resting your head against his chest.
"seth and i can come over first thing tomorrow then," paul's voice caught your attention and you looked over at him, blushing when he glanced over at you and offered you a soft smile.
"and y/n you'll come with too, right?" emily asked softly, "we have to make those brownies that kim was talking about," she added and you quickly nodded, smiling over at her.
"mhm!" you hummed, giggling when seth offered your hip a soft squeeze as he kissed your hair.
"okay perfect," embry mused as he got up, stretching his arms over his head, "now can we please go? i'm starving," he whined, eliciting laughs from all of you as the rest of the group got up.
"okay we'll see you tomorrow princess!" quil called teasingly as the group waved their goodbyes and headed out.
when they closed the door behind them, seth and paul let out audible sighs of relief, "so proud of you pretty girl," seth murmured after a moment, pulling you tight against his chest as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, "did such a good job," he praised, eliciting a series of giggles from you as your other imprinter got up and came over to the two of you.
"such a good job kitten," paul reiterated, "now you gonna let us make you feel good?"
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How would the main 4 react to their s/o taking care of them while they're sick
Characters: Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio!
Gon Freecs
• I think Gon would be happy that his S/O is taking care of him, it will remind him of home when his aunt took care of him
• I also think he would be very affectionate, like he would like to hug you while you try to take care of him
• He would really ask you to make him soup or something, and if you don't know how to cook he would ask you to make popcorn so you two can spend time watching movies.
• Well anyway he would want to spend most of the day in bed, I think when he is sick it is the only time he is not energetic as the normal for him
Killua Zoldyck
• I think Killua would refuse to believe that he's sick, well it's not like he's ever been sick
- Y/N please, I'm fine.. gosh.. - he says rolling he's eyes
• He would keep acting like that until you gave up and let him do whatever he wanted, he was about to leave the house when from the room you heard a bang and when you went to see what it was, it was Killua passed out on the floor next to the door.
• When he wakes up it will be late in the afternoon, you would be sleeping on a chair next to the bed he was lying on with a cloth of cold water on his head, I think that in the end since you were asleep he would pull you to bed next to him, you two would end cuddling!
- Just maybe you were right..
Kurapika Kurta
• I think he would end up passing out while working at the Nostrade mansion, and Melody had to call you to come get him since when he woke up he still wanted to continue working as if everything was fine
- Y/N: God.. what am I going to do with you?
• In the end he was convinced that it would be dangerous for him and the other bodyguards if he stayed working in that state and went home with you, you would really like to thank Melody for helping you convince him
• You would ask him to take a shower and go to bed while you prepare something for him to eat, of course not before giving him some medicine
• In the end you would be looking after him for the rest of the night, but the next morning when you woke up the man would have left a f/f bouquet on the table next to a letter
'Thank you for taking care of me last night my love, today at 8 pm I'll pick you up to go eat at a restaurant, please get ready! I'll be looking forward to seeing you again. With love, K.K'
Leorio Paladiknight
• Leorio is studying medicine so he would quickly realize that he is sick and take the correct medicine, but that doesn't negate the fact that he will be needy for the rest of the day
- Please Y/N lets just cuddle for a while, you have to take care of your boyfriend here 🥺
• I think that of the four he would be one of the calmest ones with Gon, since he wouldn't throw a tantrum to take his medicine, he would refuse because he's sick, what you would need to do is purely give him love and affection
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presenting them a failed dish | all
summary. you present them a failed dish (you of which they just happen to like very much.) question is, are they gonna be biased or brutally honest despite all that?
content. alignment, all characters
featuring. all nrc students, gender neutral
wc. mentions of death (comical)
though not all the judges seated are all privileged with a good nose like the merman, nor a good set of ears like the fae, not even the combination of both from the beastmen.. all of them could smell the seeming scent of something burning? they know because they can see the gray smoke clouding above their heads.
… but they could all collectively feel the looming sense of something ominous inside that kitchen.
they all exchange nervous looks. the previous contestant called lilia's dish already made them lose their appetite. they're pretty sure that this next meal would finish them off and send them to the next universe.
the door opens and the smoke comically flows out. ironically enough you emit a ray of sunshine, as though you are immensely proud by your achievement as you hold the tray of what seems to be the eye of the storm.
"it's ready." despite the very clear aura of death behind you, and in your hands. you smile brightly and they actually pause to sweat a little.
oh god. is it normal for the smoke to form into a skull before disappearing completely..? they swear they just saw a bouquet of spider lilies behind you.
for once they quip back a comment in favor of you keeping that hopeful grin. they don't have the heart to shatter it right now when they're probably seconds away from death.
at least once they die, you're happy…
"so.. what's this supposed to be?" midst their stunned silence one of the student asks.
you answer in a quip. "an omelet." and they almost fall over. that smell is supposed to be an omelet?
you happily take off the lid and his jaw drops, at the smell alone.. is that even a dish? that's just burnt ash!
"I hope you enjoy the meal~"
"... I will."
the ones pretending that everything is okay even though it's most definitely not. he can physically feel the smoke tickling the base of his jaw and he's starting to regret picking up the spoon for a bite in your expense. surely it isn't too bad?
wrong. everything is bad. he just saw god, he isn't sure if it's worth swallowing the monstrosity just so you won't be disheartened by his reaction. he's so down bad for you
deuce, trey, azul, idia, jack, ruggie (kind of, it's free so) silver
"..."
the ones who are in fact, not pretending that everything's okay because it isn't!! what in the seven's name did you do, and use in that kitchen to create this absolute piece of garbage—the mistake of the century! do you really think they'd eat… that for you?
okay so maybe your offended look may have swayed him and he's reluctantly pushing a small portion of it in his mouth. aaaaand. he's out.
ace, sebek, epel, jamil, leona
"are you sure this can be eaten?"
the nervous ones that are constantly asking if it's fine and what in the hell you put in this thing for it to come out like that! you described the use of the ingredients perfectly! but why does it look so… bad? was your plating the problem?
but they never judge a book by its cover so… bon appétit… that's what he was thinking just about two hours ago. oops.
cater, riddle, ruggie, silver
flat out refuses to eat. it's not him… it's you 🥺 get that musty ass dish out of his face this instant! all you need is a wake up call instead of these stupid incompetent judges who are hell bent on being biased af!!
he'll drag you in the kitchen himself. you will not leave until you've made a dish that looks decent enough to eat, and definitely lives up to it's visual.
vil, jamil, leona, sebek, ace
* u hear that? he's already finished his fill lol *
the ones who for real needs to go to a mental hospital cause he doesn't even question anything about your dish, grabs a knife, spoon, fork, whatever he needed, pokes it once before slicing a piece off (but can you slice dust??) and popping in their mouth casually.
you can't even tell if it tastes bad or not cause their face didn't even twitch. you've got an inkling that there was a glimmer of tears but he blinked them away for your sake. (but he's definitely never gonna try it ever again)
malleus, jade, lilia, silver
also finishes his fill but is eating in a very clearly more energetic, and enthusiastic way. this can go to ways. they either chew on it twice, pause then inevitably pass out for a few hours.
or they finish it and pass out for the whole day. eh whatever, they like you a lot so they'd probably keep eating em' anyways.
floyd, rook, deuce, ruggie (kind of, once again) kalim
shit cooking besties let's go!! he now thinks that you're a god in cooking cause he tasted it, and was sent to heaven instantly. which is also kind of suspicious cause it looked like it grew sentient and crawled out of hell
lilia
GENUINELY ENJOYS IT?? they're just humming a tune while savoring the dish slowly..
ortho, grim, rook
immediately suspicious and thinks that it's littered with poison or something. they think it's absolutely genius that they even noticed it. it's come so bad to the point where they had to get another replacement judge cause they kept criticizing YOU instead of your food.
who else? sebek
sorry I had to make a separate one for this man. at this point all of diasomnia has separate parts lol
let's say, the dish was just presented. without the chef so he just stares at it in interest. silently wondering who'd dare to serve him such an… unruly dish. seriously… even the villagers make better food than this.
he doesn't even bother to eat till you step out and ask how it was.
bro when did he finish it all??? WHY IS HE EATING THE PLATE???? "I'm absolutely famished. may I ask for seconds?"
malleus ( bro switching up in 2 seconds maximum, what a simp loool )
commissioned piece, not pr
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I have a fluffy thought about skz Hyung line, and was wondering what signs they would show when they’re in love with someone 🥺❤️ like it makes me bust an uwu thinking about them being so sweet with someone
signs stray kids would show when they're in love (hyung line)
genre: fluff + romance
word count: 0.8k
warnings: they're all simps (but yall knew that anyway 😚)
please like and reblog if you enjoy <3
bangchan
he catches himself falling for you when he's smiling like an idiot every time he receives a text from you. his dimples are on full display as he reads the simple, sweet message you sent him
he's a simp and he can't help it
with you, in person, he feels like h can relax with you and let his inner self come to life
constant conversations and speculations and rants about his favourite shows and what happened at work that day and what's the best takeaway food, etc etc... chan is very good at talking, we know this. but he feels like talking with you he is able to express himself fully and be his dorky self <3
will initiate physical contact (shyly, at first.) he's very physically affectionate and even if you're not dating, if you guys are really close friends and he has these intense feelings for you, he can't help but ask you if you're comfortable with him being physically affectionate
and when you say yes, he's bashful about it. will initiate little touches here and there, which seems to brew up an electric kind of tension. and god, does he love it
overall, the main sign that he is in love is the way he looks at you - such genuine admiration in those adoring eyes
minho
he tries to control these light, happy feelings that keep bubbling up when he sees you
but he can't. not for too long
a bashful smile, and a playful side-eye. perfect glares and jeering remarks and oh, how he loves your interactions.
in fact, he lives for them; gushing over them like he's never had a crush before. because he knew deep down this was something much more.
he's a tease - his daring nature and mocking humour mixed with his cute and awkward execution seemed to add to his charm, if that was even humanly possible. he just had it all.
but his wicked games and playful habits don't fool anyone. the tips of his ears turning red and the persistent sparkle in his eyes give him away. he's not fooling anyone.
and despite his somewhat interesting mannerisms, you tend to soften his usual harshness. he would be more sensitive to your thoughts and wants to learn about your opinions on things
he feels like he can talk forever with you because the conversation between you both flows so naturally, which is a realisation that makes his heart skips a beat
he just feels like you get him
changbin
he's subtler than the rest
and for him, 'love' is such a deep emotion. he does fall for someone easily - this someone needs to have something truly special about them in order for binnie to fall for them. after all, he knows and likes a lot of people, being the social butterfly he is
so when he is in love, he's likely to want to be around you a whole lot more
spending most if not all his time with you
inviting you out to meet his friends
he wants you to be involved in his social life, even if you are on the quieter side. he just views you as such an important person in his life that it only makes sense for him to introduce you to those he speaks so highly of
there a times were he catches himself thinking more romantically than he ever thought he would - he's captivated by your laugh, the way it lingers and hangs and ingrains itself in his heart
and soon he is not so subtle with his love for you, finding it so incredibly easy to compliment you on everything you do. he praises you even when you don't deem yourself worthy of praise
he's a very happy man indeed
hyunjin
he has tunnel vision
it seems you are the only one who matters to him. yes, you're the only one he sees in a crowded room. yes, you're the only one whose opinions matter to him
he wants to be close with you and only you - and he actively seeks out that closeness
you fascinate him immensely. your thoughts, feelings, speculations on life, opinions on death - the whole package, that's what he wants to know. so if he asks you questions upon questions, it's because he is interested, and could listen to you talk for ages
enthralled by your beauty, your life, your approach to people around you
maybe he romanticises things too much with his pages of poetry about the pattern in your eyes
or the watercolours he paints, attempting to capture the curves in your face, the tone of your skin he's addicted to, the body he can't help but trail his eyes over when he sees you
but he's frustrated as he writes and paints because he knows it won't be the same. it doesn't capture the perfectness that is you.
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While Dream was hanging out in the fishbowl, a few dreams and nightmares that (like the rest of the Dreaming) think Hob would be the best thing to happen to Dream in a long time and also that Dream has abandoned them all, go and start bothering Hob in the waking world
But because they're dreams and nightmares, it kind of manifests as (usually awful) hallucinations. Specifically of Dream, a lot of the time (look they're trying to get their lord's attention by needling his human, yes it's stupid, no they don't have any better ideas)
And Hob, with the same attitude that's carried him through 600-odd years is like 'well I guess immortal life is already so goddamn weird this might as well happen' and just rolls with the fact that he is having hallucinations now. Learns some coping mechanisms, gets really good at not reacting to them even when horrible terrible things are happening
So when Dream finally does get back and goes to see Hob, he's just like oh cool I'm seeing things again, thought I got over that like ten years ago, ah well got a lecture to finish, better get on with it and barely even glances at Dream
Dream, of course, reacts to this like 🥺 like the sad wet cat he is, but also maybe this is a bad time. His friend is shaping young minds, he's very important and busy, Dream can come back later
So he pops back into Hob's life that evening when most people are, if not asleep, then at least at home. Hob's in the New Inn (of course) but it's quiet enough that Dream thinks maybe Hob will talk to him this time
Absolutely nothing. Like sitting across from a brick wall (and because Dream tends not to be noticed if he wants, and he very much doesn't want to be perceived while he begs forgiveness from a mortal, people's eyes just kind of skim over him, which isn't helping with Hob's assumption that he's a figment of Hob's imagination)
Dream is feeling very, very cold. None of the gentle things he's been saying to Hob have got anymore reaction than his hand tightening slightly around his marking pen (Hob is waiting for something horrible to happen, as it so often used to when he imagined his stranger, and is getting more and more tense the longer it doesn't)
Eventually they're the only ones left, even the bar staff have gone home because it's Hob's pub and he has a set of keys. So finally, FINALLY Hob looks up and is like 'oh, you're still here. We're still doing this, then' flatly
Dream: I thought I might - (he was going to say apologise)
Hob: yes alright get on with it, the sooner you start the sooner you can piss off again (thinking this is a vision here to torment him)
Dream: ...very well. I understand, and you need not worry, I shall not trouble you further. Only, let me ask, one final time: do you still wish to live?
Hob: (well it's never gone down like this before, at least I'm getting some variety in my waking nightmares) what sort of bloody stupid question is that, obviously yes!
Dream: I am. Pleased to hear that. Goodbye, Robert Gadling
So off he goes, leaving a bottle of wine that he pinched out of someone's dreams on the table. Hob scoffs, rolls his eyes and goes to bed
And panics the next day when one of the bar staff asks where the super fancy wine came from, and also who his friend was last night, didn't get a good look at him, but I don't think I've seen him before?
There Hob is. Screaming internally, because he's only gone and fucked it all up and now he's NEVER going to see his friend again
(obviously he does, probably because one of the nightmares finally confesses what they did to Lucienne, who tells Matthew, who speaks both fluent Dumb Human and Dramatic Fucker Dreamlord and manages to get the two of them in the same room long enough to talk it out)
#Dreamling#Hob Gadling#dream of the endless#On today's episode of 'fics I have so vividly in my head and Simply Cannot Put To Paper'#Have some angst. On the house
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Can i ask for 10 🥺❤?
Secondo or/and Cardi with close secretary/helper reader who just gives them cheek/forehead kisses every morning and for goodnight without thinking much about it. And papas with crush on them ara just blushing °\\\° with dumb 'im not sure if they're into me'
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It has taken me a while but here you go my dear. You gave me some fantastic inspiration the other day so I've gone on bit of a tangent. I hope you enjoy it! Love yooou 🐇🐇
‘There you go Papa. All fixed for you,’ you smile up at him catching him off guard as always. He nodded at the sibling knelt down before him doing his very best to keep his composure. It wasn’t just the fact that someone was so close to being in a position he knew he would very much enjoy under other circumstances. Nor that he had been going through what his brother had not stopped referring to as a spell dryer than the sahara desert. No, it was this particular sibling that was causing all the problems.
You who had faded into the background of his life until recently. Someone who was an integral but often unnoticed member of the Ministry. To say you just fixed things would do your work a disservice but it seemed whenever there was a problem there you were, smiling and whistling and mending what was broken. Including the heart of this grumpy old man it would seem, not that he would admit it out loud. As he watched you slide the drawer in and out with no problem, the drawer he may have been slamming particularly hard recently in the hope it would get stuck, he thought back to when this had started. And it had started with Snowbell.
‘No no Papa this will not do!’ The Cardinal tutted, stroking his moustache and frowning at the sight before him. ‘I would never let my rats live in such a small cage and they are much smaller than Snowbell.’ Secondo looked between Copia, the cage that was currently taking up the corner of his office and the ball of white fluff that was sitting quietly on his desk. When, in a moment of weakness, he had admitted to his youngest brother that at times he had felt lonely he hadn’t realised it would become Copia’s mission to fix it for him. The next day he had found himself dragged to the nearest pet store and forced to survey the critters on display as Copia prattled about his rats. He had been humouring him, he had thought until his eyes had fallen on the little white rabbit curled up by itself.
‘Si! This is the one,’ Copia called to the shop assistant gesturing to the enclosure in front of them. ‘We will take this one my friend!’ Before Secondo could utter a word he took in his brother’s beaming face and gave in with a sigh. This was happening whether he liked it or not.
As Copia was on the phone summoning the person that could fix all their problems Secondo sat at his desk looking at his new pet. She stared back at him, beady black eyes calm in spite of being in an unfamiliar place and all the commotion coming from the other side of the room.
‘Hello,’ he said quietly, offering his gloved hand for her to inspect. He had no idea what to do with the creature, really not having had a chance to peruse the pile of books Copia had insisted they buy along with everything the shop assistant had suggested they would need to care for her. She stretched her head forward, ears perked up curiously, whiskers twitching as she scented him out, and after a few moments hopping forward until he was able to rest his large hand over her. Slowly he rubbed her head with his thumb and watched her eyes drift close and her ears flop down in contentment. As he watched this lonely little rabbit basque in his affection he felt something in him soften, which is when the door to his office opened and in you walked.
He hadn’t been able to take in a word of what was being said about Snowbell’s new home he had been mesmerised. You were captivating with an air of quiet confidence that filled the room and he could see the strength in the way you moved. You were chatting away with Copia taking measurements and discussing who knows what details when Snowbell had hopped into his arms stealing both of their attention away from their project.
‘Ah fratello, she has already seen through your grumpy facade eh?’ He nudges you with his elbow but you are too busy looking up and down between his usual stoic face and the little rabbit he is now cradling.
‘I hear rabbits are very good judges of character, Cardinal,’ you tease. You weren’t scared of him? He would admit himself that the root of his loneliness problem was his grumpy demeanour and ‘resting face of stronzo’ as Terzo liked to call it. It wasn't that he lacked for bedroom partners, he was often spoiled for choice, but he did lack good company anywhere else. And he was growing tired of one off encounters he wanted someone who liked, maybe even loved him. A stirring in his arms brought him out of his less than happy thoughts. ‘What’s her name?’ He could get lost in your kind eyes and he does in fact as he tries to answer the question he was asked.
‘I … well,’ he stutters before giving himself a shake. What is the matter with him? No one had ever been able to reduce him to stuttering. He clears his throat before trying again. ‘It is Snowbell.’ The inquisitive little thing perks up as he holds her up for you to see, looking so small in his cupped hands. You let the rabbit sniff at your fingers just as he did, only reaching to scratch gently between her ears after gaining her approval. Her ears sink back to their relaxed position as she accepts the attention
‘Snowbell you said?’ you question leaning across his desk to give her the attention she deserves. ‘She is terribly sweet, I can see why you picked her.’ you continue with a genuine smile that he can’t look away from. ‘Well I better get to work so we can make sure this little lady has the perfect home.’ You turn away but pause, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Snowbell's head, holding his gaze as you do. He has never been so thankful for his Papal paints before as he feels his cheeks uncharacteristically heat up as they turn and leave his office. ‘Papa, Cardinal.’
‘Farewell! Now Papa…’ Copia, oblivious to the unspoken exchange, had continued his running commentary of upgrades Snowbell would need but all Secondo could think about is if he would ever get a kiss of his own.
And so he had gone from not even knowing of your existence to you in and out of his office every few days asking his opinion on all types of things and bringing hand made pieces of what was looking to become a palace for his new companion. He hadn’t admitted it to Copia yet but it did really seem like his idea was working. He had someone to care for now and even someone to talk to now, even if little Snowbell didn’t have much to say in return. It took just over two weeks for the cage to be completed, the grand opening attended by the talented creator themselves, Snowbell of course, himself, Copia, and Terzo. He couldn’t help the frown that grew when his brother waltzed into his office just in time, it was probably Copia who let it slip.
‘Secondo you sfigato!’ He entered with a shout. ‘I hear I have a niece and you have been keeping her from me?’ He looks around in his ridiculous flamboyant way and his frown only deepens when you giggle at his antics. Snowbell, the niece he thinks with an eye roll, is sitting in your arms. As you had worked so hard to build her new home he thought it only right that you get to let her in for the first time. Which means Terzo makes a bee line for you as soon as he notices. ‘So this is the cutie I have been missing out on eh?’ He asks with a smirk. ‘And then this is the rabbit.’ He lifts his eyebrows in a way he is sure he thinks is charming and he can’t help his scoff of indignation. Terzo manages to pull his attention away from the only person in the room he is able to flirt with and slings his arm around his older brother.
‘My apologies fratello, please continue,’ he says in his exaggerated earnest way that has even Copia rolling his eyes. ‘This day is about you and of course Snowbell.’
‘Si,’ Copia interrupts before he can continue. ‘And it is time for her to see her new home.
Secondo nods his agreement, giving you a small smile as you step forward to the open door and set Snowbell inside. She looks around the space before venturing forward, sniffing at the air. She hops in and around some of the toys inside before heading straight for her food bowl and staying put. The four of you stand watching for a while longer before realising that she has finished her exploration for now.
‘Well that was a bit of an anticlimax,’ Terzo says at last with a sigh. ‘She clearly did not inherit the Emeritus talent for drama. Oh well.’
‘Shut up cazzone, Snowbell likes it very much I am sure.’ He can see you are a bit disappointed by the reaction and he would do anything to make you smile again. As you look up at him with a smile he realises that you no longer have reason to come to his office. The thought sends a shoot of pain through his chest and he panics knowing he needs to find a way to make sure you come back. ‘You should come and visit.’ He says abruptly, calling not just your attention but both his brothers as well. ‘Snowbell I mean, she will miss you.’
‘I will, of course, if Snowbell will miss me.’ You look down before looking back up at him through your eyelashes and his mouth goes dry. You turn to leave stepping backwards towards the door so you can hold his gaze. ‘Bye Snowbell, bye Papa.’
‘Good bye,’ he manages to say as he sees his brothers sharing a look out of the corner of his eye. When he is sure you are gone he doesn’t even bother to look at them, instead turning to the cage that now takes up the entirety of the wall. ‘Shut up and get out you two.’ For the first time in a long time they actually do as he says and leave him be, even shutting the door behind them. Snowbell had finally finished her meal coming up to sniff his fingers as he toyed with the bars. ‘Oh Snowbell,’ he whispers as he tickles her soft nose. ‘What is happening to me?’
You are as good as your word, coming to visit Snowbell, but it is not enough. He gets brief glimpses of you in the halls but you always seem so busy. He would hate to be a burden. One day though inspiration drops from the sky on him, or at least from a high shelf. He is looking for a book to help with some latin translations and piles books out of the way so he can find the title when the bookshelf suddenly breaks away with an almighty crash. Typically this type of event would inspire kicking and cursing, but instead a grin pulls over his face. He has an excellent reason to get you here now. You come and fix it with all your skill far too quickly and then you are gone again before he can even build up the courage to talk to you properly. The next time it is a draughty window frame, then the squeaky door hinges and now here he is having deliberately broken the drawer of his desk to get you here.
He has been staring too long he thinks, but he can’t look away, every time you stay a little bit longer, speak a little bit more but this time he is going to ask you to stay,or at least to come back later, for dinner or drinks or something. He opens his mouth to speak but his office door is slammed open and the last person he wants to see right now is standing in the doorway. Terzo looks around quickly noticing where Secondo’s eyes are trained and slaps his hand over his eyes with a gasp.
‘Ugh brother if you are going to have siblings under your desk, at least put a sock on the door.’ he grumbles with disgust but doesn't bother to leave
‘Or you could not burst in,’ Secondo replies through gritted teeth. He was so close he was going to wring his brother's neck as soon as he got the chance.
‘It’s only me Papa,’ you laugh as you pop up from behind the desk. Terzo looks between you and him back and forth with an entirely too smug look on his face but thankfully says nothing else. He pulls out one of the chairs next to Secondo’s desk slouching down as soon as he sits and folding his hands across his chest. ‘I will leave you both to it then,’ you say as you collect up your tools and head for the door, giving him one last sweet smile before leaving.
‘What do you want then Terzo? ' he asks dejectedly, leaning back into his own chair. His brother levels him with one of his usual smug smirks and he is tempted to punch it for ruining his chance, that is until he next speaks.
‘Why don’t you ask them to help you break the desk first next time, si?’ He sits there in shock for a moment as so many different feelings run through him. Predominantly though he is annoyed that his brother had figured him out so easily and then he hears a giggle from the door and his blood runs cold.
‘Sorry to interrupt, but I forgot my screwdriver.’ You point to where it sits on the desk with the hand that isn’t covering your mouth but he can see the pink glow of your cheeks just above. He is frozen to the spot so Terzo reaches across and hands it over with a smirk. ‘But maybe I could come back for a screw next time,’ you laugh from behind your hand. Terzo barks out a laugh and he just sits there mouth open in shock as you take your screwdriver and flee.
‘Well go after them then,’ Terzo says, snapping him out of his daze. He jumps out of his chair knocking it to the floor in his haste and scaring poor Snowbell if the sounds from her cage are anything to go by, hoping to find you before you get too far. He spots you just as you turn the corner out of the Clergy wing so he picks up speed not wanting to shout and draw too much attention.
‘Wait, por favore,’ he calls when he finally catches up to you. ‘What about tonight?’ You turn slowly, surprised that he has finally got the courage up to ask you but you look at him questioningly. ‘Not for a screw,’ he corrects, still trying to catch his breath from his rush. ‘Well maybe, I mean. Dinner first?’ He takes a deep breath so he can actually get his words out but you already look so happy, although he hopes you aren’t just laughing at him. ‘Would you join me and Snowbell for dinner? Tonight?’ He tries again, hoping that he isn’t about to make a fool of himself.
‘I would love to have dinner with you Papa.’ There is such an obvious affection glowing in your eyes he doesn’t know how he hasn’t seen it before. ‘And Snowbell of course.’ You lean towards him, your hand drifting up to cup his cheek so you can guide him towards you. The kiss you press to his cheek is so soft but he feels incredibly content and desperate for more at almost the same time. You pull away far too soon but he can’t be annoyed about getting to see your happy smile again. ‘I will see you tonight.’ You say as you leave him there standing in the hall like a lovesick fool. Yes, tonight he thinks and he can’t wait.
#smooch time#papa emeritus ii x reader#secondo x reader#papa emeritus ii#secondo#the band ghost fanfiction#the band ghost fic#my writing
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hello 💕 just wanted to let you know I'm a big fan of your stories... I am obsessed with bunny and megumi 🫶🏻🫶🏻 please pretty please could you write a little extra something where he asks bunny what does she want for valentine's day and she tells him she really would love it if yuji comes spend the night with them again 🥺💕
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hellooo thank uuu lovely !
REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED : written in the past! 🍒
nsfw ! explicit sex, aged up yuji x bunny girl reader, cw: light bondage, oral, explicit sex, messy cum... hybrid fics 💕 valentine's
You're being shy about it. Coy, even. But Megumi can sense that you're just itching to ask him something.
You know he's not massively interested in valentine's day. The cards, chocolates and love letters? They're a gimmick. He'll do that for you any day. And he does. He leaves you notes, he buys you flowers- your favourite kinds that make your nose twitch with happiness when you inhale their scent, and he gets thoughtful gifts for you year round.
His attentive nature leaves you not wanting much for valentine's day.
Apart from a certain someone...
After your last encounter with him you really wish you could have just another night with Megumi's pink haired friend.
"Yuji..."
You sigh out his name when Megumi asks what you'd like for valentine's.
"Yuji?"
He's a little astounded but he finds it kind of funny. He could tell you really enjoyed spending time with his sweet friend while he was away.
So he calls him and they make a plan.
Needless to say, you're tripping over yourself when you're guided into your apartment to find Yuji tied up in red ribbons on your bed. There's one around his mouth that already looks damp from his breath, one around his chest, and his big forearms are tied to the bedframe above his head.
"Oh.. Yuij..." you come out of your little daze, stepping over to the bed and getting on top of him where he lies.
"Bunny," your owner addresses you, "can I tell you something funny?"
You look back at him and nod, while you get settled on Yuji's lap.
Your owner asked you to wear pretty red underwear today and you didn't really think too much about it. But when he strips off your dress to reveal your cute body wrapped in red, Yuji whines and your eyes go all wide and dazzled, darting back to him.
"You asked for each other," Megumi chuckles, "for valentine's."
It's not as if he feels left out or anything. He gets you all year round. It's just the fact that, on this special occasion, you thought of each other and it's just so adorable to him.
You sigh with happiness and your ears flop, looking at Yuji, the sweet man who makes your heart melt.
"You two look so cute. Enjoy your valentine's gift, sweetie." Megumi pecks your cheek and gets settled on the chair in your room, his hungry gaze lingering over your bodies, waiting to see what you'll do to each other without his firm and guiding hand.
You're feeling a bit lost at first, but before long you're placing kisses over his handsome face and undoing the ribbon on Yuji's big chest. Admiring the pretty bows tied around his wrists, you start to wonder how he got in this position, realising that Megumi must've done it. That only makes the situation ten times hotter.
Your body starts moving and your pussy, that's covered in the tiniest triangle of red material, grinds over Yuji in his tight red boxers.
You notice his arms start to flex. His biceps bulge and he tugs at the ribbon.
Megumi clears his throat and shoots Yuji an icy glare. The man below you stops his listless movements and lets you continue.
You kiss his cheek, his neck and his gorgeous pecs, stopping to suck on his hard, dark nipples, continuing down his torso to find his abs. You kiss each defined muscle and move to his waist, making him jump with the ticklish feeling of your soft lips and eyelashes fluttering over his skin. But it just makes you kiss him harder, because when he starts to giggle and squirm, his stomach tenses and you can see his muscles moving. Your mouth waters and you start sucking him there, leaving little red marks and working your way further down.
Megumi feels kind of proud, seeing you mark him like that, knowing how often he does it to you.
Yuji's starting to whimper into the ribbon now, feeling you kiss his v taper and his hips. It tickles in such an intense way, and with your mouth getting so close to his crotch, he can feel his cock starting to fill up real quick.
"Mmhh-- mfmm---"
Your warm and pretty face dives between his thighs and Yuji starts moaning through the red silk. He wants to touch your ears so bad. They look so fluffy and cute and he really wants to play with them while you nuzzle into his crotch. You press your face on him there, feeling his warm, hard dick, and you suddenly jump when your cheek gets a little bit wet. You inch back and notice a damp spot on Yuji's red boxers and your eyes get that excited look in them again. You press your face closer and your lips find the darker patch on his shorts.
"Mm!"
He uses all of his power to keep his hips stuck to the bed, almost wishing that Megumi tied his whole body down.
You stick your tongue out, innocently tasting the nectar he spilled, not entirely realising that it's the most sensitive part of Yuji's body right now.
Your lips pucker and you keep kissing him there, smooshing your cheeks into his length and rubbing him up and down through his boxers.
Megumi knew you'd end up doing something like this. You always beg for cock, but when one is given to you, you have no idea what to do with it. He seriously wants to step in right now and at least tug Yuji's shorts down for him. He's got such a look on his face... almost like he's drunk. A hot, pink blush covers his cheeks and his eyes open and close lazily. He looks dizzy.
"Baby," Megumi coos, approaching you and touching your back, "take Yuji's cock out, you're torturing him."
He caresses your snowy tail and starts rubbing his thumb over your ass that's barely covered by the thin string of red.
You look between your owner and Yuji, realising what kind of state he's in, and you pull his waistband down slowly and watch his cock bounce out.
You'll never get over how big he is.
You wonder how he even got inside you before.
But he did, and you're determined to do it again. So, with Megumi's guidance (he couldn't help himself) you place your lips around Yuji's cock and your owner moves your head up and down. He knows exactly how much you can take. But Yuji doesn't. He starts moving his hips now, making you gag, getting both of their dicks harder. But no, Megumi doesn't allow it. He pins Yuji's hips down and encourages you a little more, before lifting you off and bringing you to sit up on Yuji's lap.
Your pretty, pink haired friend looks like he's about to hyperventilate, so you plead with Megumi to take the ribbon off his mouth and he agrees.
"Bunnyy---" Yuji sighs and pants, catching his breath, "bunny-" and as soon as his lungs are filled, you hear his request, "bunny, pl- please sit on my cock baby-!"
His thick and muscular arms start straining again and it looks like he's going to cry.
"Please, please I can't wait- f- fuh-- feels hot-!"
Megumi knows exactly what he means. It feels like he could cum from only a couple of strokes of your pussy.
And he does.
Bucketloads.
In your hole, dripping from you, down his shaft, over his balls, all over the sheets. You're both absolutely drenched by the time he's finished.
And your owner, like the devil on your shoulder, tells you to keep riding him to fuck him through the overstimulation (because Megumi secretly loves Yuji's sweet whining noises when he gets like this).
So you ride out the best Valentine's Day of your life on Yuji's cock, with Megumi's hands on your ass and his lips on yours.
You kiss and fuck all night long, till Yuji is done and Megumi can take his turn.
"happy valentine's, sweetheart" ︎your owner murmurs in your ear, pressing kiss after kiss to your neck before you pass out from pleasure.
megumi | yuji
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hii hellos pls yanqing and jing yuan hcs 🫶🏻
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★ A/N: Yanqing and JY best Father Son Duo!
☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial
★ Format: HeadCannons
☆ Warnings: None
★ Extra: Most are just general HCs so reader is not stated too much // 10 HCs each // Not fully proof-read // Jing Yuan has some Romantic HCs with reader // Yanqing has some Platonic HCs with reader
He has photos of the HCQT in his room. A picture of each individual one and one with the whole group. He refuses to move them or sell them.
He knows Dan Heng isn't Dan Feng but seeing an old friend not remember you and bascially be someone different hurts him. He knows he shouldn't see DH as DF as he wants to listen to DHs wishes but his heart cannot forget the connection. He's trying his best though.
Once broke a hairbrush with how untidy his hair is. Like, the hairdresser was casually brushing it when suddenly the brush broke. JY paid for the damages ofc.
We all knew this, but bro's a Disney Princess. He attracts all kinds of animals and somehow, can understand them. If he had it his way his house would be overrun by all sorts of animals.
He would love to see his lover in his clothes if they were shorter then him. In fact, he'd purposefully leave out his clothes for you to take. If you don't, then he'll eventually outright ask for you to wear it.
If his partner was taller tho, then he'd love it as well. I mean, I doubt he meets many people taller then him. Just know you are now his personal pillow if he ever feels sleepy.
Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, even if it's tangled. He's used to it, so he'll be comforted even if you're trying your best not to tug and you end up doing so.
If you date him, now you have a child. No questions asked, Yanqing is your son now. I don't make the rules.
If you ever needed a day off work due to stress or what not, even if he himself cannot take the day off. Expect to be pampered none the less :> You have breakfast premade, gifts waiting for you and there's Mimi ready to give you rides around the house if you don't feel like getting up. And when he's home? Cuddles!
He loves staring at you, and is NOT ashamed by it. Who cares if you feel flustered or not? Or if people see or not? He wants to look at his lover and he will.
Probably has attempted to steal JYs credit card once to buy more swords.
When that didn't work he opted to using puppy dog eyes which worked for a long while...until JY got used to it...looks like he'll need to find another way to get swords.
The type of guy who'll say he's not hungry then take your food.
Most definitely knows the history of each and every sword. (Well, most of the history)
His room was stored with so many swords that eventually there's now a room DEDICATED to the swords he gets. Now under moderation.
Cannot bake for the life of him, he tried once to bake treats once for the Cloud Knights to thank them for their work but more batter got on him then in the cupcake trays...
If you're introverted and don't like to talk, that's okay! He'll do the talking, and if you do talk as well. He'll listen and engage with what you say.
If you're more extroverted however, then you two can be outgoing together! I see him enjoying to go on runs and even going on races with his friends! So if you're up for that, then you two can race each other a lot :>
He loves getting compliments and loves giving compliments. If you do as well, then picture a battle with him but it's just who can give out the most compliments in a minute.
Once you two are close enough, he'll see you as a younger/older sibling to him. But he won't say anything.
Teehee, honestly they're the best found family every in HSR dgriong
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