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UNDERNEATH YOUR CLOTHES

summary => Request: Could you write a one-shot about Charles’ girlfriend wearing one his Ferrari jerseys or like his merch w his name on it and he fucks her with it on? [2.1k]

[charles leclerc x reader]

warnings: 18+ for explicit language and smut

note: I’ve had this request in my inbox for so long and I’ve been absolutely itching to get this out. I’m such a sucker for friends to lovers so I changed it a bit to fit with the idea that I ended up rolling with.

School’s out until July so if anyone has anything they want written, send it in :) Hope you guys enjoy this first Charles request!

You groan at the sound of urgent knocking at your door. Groggily, you pull yourself from your bed and make your way to the door. You don’t bother switching on the lights, neon signs from outside streaming light through your half-closed blinds, making patterns on the carpeted floor. The digital clock above the stove reads 3.27 am. You peek through the peephole, your eyebrows furrowing at the sight of Charles, shifting from one foot to the other. You swing the door open, a yawn pulling your jaw open. You squint at him, the light becoming too much for your eyes.

“Charlie, what the fuck?” you question as Charles rubs the back of his neck. His hair is dishevelled and his cheeks are a light shade of pink.

“I, uh, I lost my keys and my phone while I was out and I can’t get into my apartment,” He explains sheepishly. You sigh, shaking your head in mild irritation. You step aside to let him in.

“You owe me big time for waking me up at this ungodly hour.” You state, trailing behind him after locking the door. He chuckles a soft ‘of course, chérie’ before heading into your room. He makes a beeline for your closet, grabbing a pair of sweatpants off of his designated shelf. He pulls them on before reaching back and tugging off his shirt.

“How exactly did you manage to lose both your keys and your phone in one night?" you call from outside, a hint of amusement in your voice. He shakes his head. "Long story," He replies vaguely.

He makes his way out, switching on a floor lamp by your bed. His eyes are on you as you collapse on the bed with an exasperated sigh. You roll away from him, facing towards the opposite side of the room. You pull the sheet up to your chest, making sure to keep some for him when he tucks himself next to you. His gaze trails over your figure in the dim light, eyes catching the big 16 and Leclerc written across the back of your oversized, overworn t-shirt. He cocks his head to the side, blinking a few times, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Are you sleeping in my race shirt?” He teases, not having noticed it earlier. You turn at the sound of his voice, letting out a sleep mhmm. Your eyes are heavy, threatening to pull you quickly back into a deep sleep. The look you share is charged with something that makes you grow warm. A familiar feeling blooms in your tummy, a feeling not typically felt towards your best friend. He narrows his eyes at you and you can see a fire beginning to build in his cerulean eyes. He stares at your body, probably longer than he should.

You’re the image of a goddess as you lay on your back innocently, hair sprawled around you, almost like a halo. He can’t help but admire the red fabric against your skin or how it clung to every curve of your body. He can see the dark material of your underwear, poking out slightly from under the t-shirt. His eyes settle on the valley between your breasts and how your nipples have pebbled against the cold air.

A shiver runs through him as he tears his gaze away from you. He rubs at his arms, turning away from you as he does. He clears his throat, setting his watch and wallet on your bedside table.

“Are you cold at all? Do you need another blanket?”

You mumble a quiet no, reaching a hand across the bed. He watches as you make a grabby motion with your hand, beckoning into bed. He hesitates for a moment, suddenly self-conscious of what he is wearing, or rather, lack thereof. His pants are hung low on his hips and his shirt lays on the floor by your dresser. He bites his lip as he slips in next to you. His eyes widen slightly as you grab his arm, pulling him into you. It’s not like this was an odd occurrence, having years of comfort between each other. But his mind always seemed to wander, wondering how you’d feel without the barrier of clothes between you. He adored how you proudly wore HIS name in support during races. Here, the red fabric of your shirt contrasts with the white of your sheets, it feels so much more intimate. He couldn’t get the image of how good you looked with your back to him, his name sitting between your shoulder blades.

You can feel him tense up as you settle under him, his head lying on your chest. The shirt is thin enough that he can feel the goosebumps blooming across your skin as the cold air drifts through the sheets. He has to stop himself from letting his hands (and his mouth) wander over the fabric of the shirt.

It seems to him like you’re drifting back into sleep as he lays wide awake. He feels your hands wander over the large expanse of his back, your touch sending goosebumps down his spine. Your fingers take their time feeling over every mole and scar littered over his skin. You knead his thick muscles, a rumble escaping Charles’s lips as you dip your fingers in every dip and hill. His breath is hot on your skin as he shoves his head in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes don’t feel as heavy when your hands find their way closer to the waistband of his pants. They settle there for a moment before you decide to slip a finger under it, pulling at it and releasing it. It snaps against his skin, a yelp escaping him.

He lets out a laugh, quick fingers poking at your side. You thrash under him, howls of laughter bouncing off the walls. He blows raspberries into the thin skin of your neck, only causing you to squirm further.

The energy slips from the room as you both stop to catch your breath. He’s suspended over you, supporting himself with his arms on either side of your head. The fire you’d seen earlier burns in his eyes as he looks down at you. It burns at the line you’re both afraid to step over, knowing full well that if it burns it away completely, there’ll be no going back. His eyes are locked on yours. They’re dark, their usual blue now as dark as a storming sea. Your eyes trace over the curve of his cupid’s bow and flicker up to his eyes once again.

The warmth in your lower belly returns as he leans down and presses a tantalizingly slow kiss on your jaw. His hand cups the back of your thighs and you're suddenly hyperaware of the thin and increasingly wet fabric of your underwear. You let out a quick breath as he drags his lips over the column of your neck. The hand that isn’t supporting him slides up your body and under your shirt, gently grazing at your ribcage. You slip a hand away from his body, meeting his under your t-shirt. Sliding it higher, you bring his hand up to your breast. His fingers pinch teasingly at your puffed-up nipples, pulling a whine from your lips.

“Charles…” you moan out, eyes opening and meeting his as he pulls away. Your eyes meet, the room going quiet again.

In an instant, his mouth is on yours, tongue swirling with yours. You can taste hints of tequila on his tongue, no doubt the reason why he lost his keys and phone. He moves to sit on his heels and you follow his lips, already intoxicated with them.

His arm wraps around you, pulling you snugly onto his lap as he settles at the head of the bed. The bulge in his pants is pressed deliciously against your crotch. You let out a gasp as he grips tight onto your hips, moving you over his hard-on.

“You look so pretty in Ferrari red,” he murmurs, teeth nipping lightly at your neck. The pads of your fingers dig into his shoulders, holding onto him like a lifeline. A smile tugs softly at your lips.

He hesitates as his fingers drop to the waistband of your underwear. He fiddles slightly with the fabric, mimicking what you had done earlier and snapping it gently over your skin. You felt a gasp get pulled from your chest as his hands began to move under the fabric, pressing into the bundle of nerves at your very center. Your voice comes out in broken fragments:

”Charlie, please…” you beg.

You don’t quite know what you're asking for. For so long, you’d unconsciously ached for him. Your own fingers would find their way into your underwear and with your eyes squeezed shut, you’d try to imagine that they were his. His touch now feels almost overwhelming. You crave the weight of his body pressing you down, the rough pads of his fingers dragging over your most sensitive parts —

“Fuck,” he cries out, hips bucking up into yours. He squeezes at your breast, biting at your nipple over the fabric. You go to pull the shirt off, needing to feel his lips on your skin when he stops you, eyes hazy and glazed over with lust.

“No,” he says shaking his head. “Leave it on.” his fingers now travel downwards, pressing at your clit through your wet panties. You take in a sharp breath, head falling back. He circles it, thumb and pointer finger pinching at it slightly.

“Need more,” you slur. He meets your gaze, a soft pink adorning his cheeks.

“Need my cock, mon coeur?” You nod instantly. You go up on your knees, giving him the chance to pull his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. It taps gently at your stomach, precum already beading at its tip. You draw your finger over its slit, a thin sting appearing as you pull away. Charles lets out a groan under you, eyes swimming with desire.

You climb off quickly, pulling off your panties and dropping them to the floor. Charles can’t take his eyes off of you as you swing a leg over his lap, his hands going to take hold of your thighs. His eyes float to where your grab him and bottom out on his cock. The squeeze you give him is so much better than he had anticipated. His mouth falls open as you take him in fully, he can’t believe he’s gone this long without ever feeling you all around him. You grind your hips against his, setting a rhythm.

“t’es une si bonne fille, tu me prends tout entier,” he groans. such a good girl, taking all of me. His hands feel like they have nowhere to go but to the globes of your tits as they bounce deliciously in front of him. He pulls at the hem of your shirt, twisting it and pulling it up. Your tits burst out from under the fabric, nipples pebbling at the cold breeze in the air. He wraps his lips around them, teeth teasing them gently. Your back arches at the feeling, only pressing them further into his face. He was hooked how the fabric of the shirt ripples over your chest and the taste of your skin on his tongue.

“P-putain..” he whimpers, coming up for air. He lets out grunt as he plants his feet on the bed, lifting his hips fucking into you with force. Your lips part as the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberates through the room. His hands go to your ass, fingers digging into the suple flesh as he rocks you against him. Your hands take refuge on his chest, gasping as he hits your sweet spot. You feel so full with him as he continues to move at a steady pace.

He brings his lips up to yours, groaning softly against your panting lips. It only spurrs you further, circling your hips to meet his as he continued to rutting his hips up into you. You can feel your orgasm nearing, a wave of pleasure coming over you. It envelops you, suffocating you as it crashes down.

Charles can’t hold it any longer, lifting you off of him as strings of cum spill from his cock, coating his stomach. You sit on his thighs, just beyond the reach of the spurts. He looks incredible, cheeks red, lips swollen, chest heaving. You feel like you’re under a spell as you drag a finger through the warm cum on his stomach and tuck it between your lips. His eyes seem to sparkle, a new flame appearing suddenly in them.

“Can we go again?” his voice cuts through the suddenly silence in the room. With an innocent meeting of eyes, there is only one response that can escape you lips. There’s a grin playing on your lips, finger still caught between your teeth. An astounding answer echoes through the room with no words spoken, it has the two of you tossing around the sheets until the sun comes up. You’re gonna have to wear his name more often.

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maopll · 8 months

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omg hi I love ur work this is so exciting

honestly I’d be happy with anything you made so please just hcs for all your faves!! thank you!

shall I compare thee to a summer's day ?

#genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: making my come back again after 2 months. wrote this in class pls take it. don't even know if this is actually a headcanon or not mate.

⌗:, warning: childe's real name, mention of endearments in many.

⌗:, pairings: childe, kaeya,zhongli, diluc, ayato, neuvillette, wriothesley, beidou w/ gn!reader (separately)

CHILDE

He works day and night just to be by your side when you go to sleep. He can't let you sleep alone on that cold bed. He comes everyday and falls asleep while hugging your form. All the regrets and bloodlust now gone as he focuses on your sleeping peaceful form. He grows sentimental by the night and always worries about you 'how will you able to stay safe when I'm not here ?'. He is snapped back to reality when you softly speak in a low voice "ajax? you're here" and smile while turning towards him. Even in the darkest of nights your smiles brings him the brightest of dawns. He hugs you tightly to his chest and kisses your forehead. This soft and sweet side of childe is what only you can see.

KAEYA

Being a cavalry captain means that he is quite efficient in the ways of welding swords and riding horses. Although they don't quite apply at present but he has taken you out on horse ridings for more than once. Riding through the vast forests and along with the wind. As the evening fell, you two rested under a tree in Starsnatch Cliff while watching the sun set in each others arms. He held you close to him as he softly kissed you. Oh, how beautiful you looked as the suns rays fell on you. He could cherish this moment forever...however fleeting moments of happiness are best savoured when they are short-lived as they would continue to stay engraved in his minds for years to come...for centuries to last.

ZHONGLI

Hands intertwined with his big ones as you two strided along the coast of the sea. It was twilight, almost dusk. The cool breeze of the sea, accompanied by the lulling of the waves, all seemed so surreal. You were smiling brightly, and Zhongli felt that you looked ethereal. For all the years he's lived, he's never felt so loved and so lucky to have someone by his side. The lovesick moment between you and your lover was sealed by a kiss from Zhongli. Oh, how can you look so beautiful?

DILUC

Maids hear the sound of the gramophone from your and Diluc's shared room, but they just brushed it off thinking that it is you listening to the old mondstadt classics and waltz. Little do they know that the songs are on because two lovers are dancing to it. A cherished pastime of his as he softly holds you close to him. Steps careful and synchronized. The sound of footsteps, the symphony from the gramophone, and the glowing orange embers of the sun illunitaing the room through lace curtains. A dreamlike landscape. He looked at you with lovesick eyes, the same eyes he looked at you with when he first proposed to you. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he closed his eyes, taking in the moment with you.

AYATO

Atop the cliff of Amakane Island, you and ayato were writing your wishes on the lantern, which would then float up to the skies to receive the blessings of the archon...as per the story goes. The lanterns glow illuminated your faces as Ayato carefully admired your face. 'you look so radiant tonight love' he thought to himself and then chuckling because of how helplessly he is in love with you. "Love I'm done writing should we let it go now?" you said excitedly and he humed in approval. The lantern was then let go off and it found its place among the blanket of stars in the night sky. Your lover held you close to him as he kissed you on the forehead, taking in the ethereal quietness and serenity of the moment

NEUVILLETTE

On the soft green grass, the melusines played as you carefully groomed Neuvillette's long hair. You braided it and added a few freshly picked rainbow roses and lumidouce bells to his hair. "Are the flowers necessary dear?" "nope! you look absolutely gorgeous love, don't take them off". He was about to retort until the melusines also agreed that he looked pretty with the flowers. He hesitantly agreed but if it means that it will put a smile on your face he will gladly do so. Putting the flower crown on top of your head that one of the melusines had made before, he held you close to him. He never felt so peaceful in all of his lifetime. It was a blessing to spend the day with his beloved and also with the melusines he adores so much. A smile broke out in his face as you all continued with your day. It seems that the sun will shine for quite a while today.

WRIOTHESLEY

Brewing tea with you always had such a wholesome domestic vibe to it. You boiled the water as he selected his and yours' favourite tea. Being his lover made you knowledgeable about all the types and kinds of tea and the techniques required to brew them. "Honey, you can put in the tea now. I'll go grab the cups." he added the required amount and waited for it to be complete. He listened intently to the song you were humming...what was the name again? oh! it was one of fontaine's classics. After it was done, you two enjoyed the tea in silence. It was comforting since most of the days inside the Fortress of Meropide is spent is hustle and bustle and matters related to the maintenance and whatnot. Moments like these were sparse, but he thoroughly enjoyed the little time he spent with you.

BEIDOU

Once the crux fleets arrives at the harbour, the first place Beidou takes you to is Wangmin restaurant or to any other local food stalls there are in the liyue harbour. From the spiciest of dry braised fish or stew to sweet and savoury rice puddings or even the fanciest of rice wines. All of them in one night. "Haha! I hope you are enjoying today, love days like these might come after a long time! maybe even months!" and she proceeded to chug down her entire bottle of wine. "thanks for this day beidou, I love you" you said as you drank your own wine. It was a full moon night and the sky was brighter than on any other day. What an eventful day it was with the captain of the Crux fleet!

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onlyseokmins · 1 year

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show and tell • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), best friends/idiots to lovers!au Warnings: swearing, lotssss of teasing/switch dynamics, tickling, reader is obsessed w/ seokmin's body, they're idiots your honor and they're a lil bit in L-word 🤮, mingyu thrown under the bus as always, ONE BAD PUN BC I THINK I'M FUNNY, sex is as silly as me, BIG COCK SEOK 🗣️ like he's fucking huge okay, oral (both rec. kind of), attempt at 69 but seok's a menace the entire time, fingering, CRYING/TEARS, possession, biting, marking, multiple orgasms, squirting, lil bit of cumplay ig?, mentions of prev partners, overstim... i think that's it lmk if i missed smth 🥵😰 WC: 6.5k A/N: um so this is the most self-indulgent thing i dared to post you're WELCOME i shall now go die in a hole to never be seen ever again... happy belated birthday to the loml ugh ty to all the frens that let me sob in their dms and to @onlymingyus for helping me with a damn title 💖

The commonly shared belief among your friend group was that Seokmin is abnormally soft when it comes to you.

You thought they were full of shit.

The bestest buddy in the world was also the softest ray of morning sunshine to ever exist in general. You could barely count on one hand the number of people he genuinely ever showed disdain towards or didn't get along with. All in all — it was extremely hilarious in your opinion because Seokmin's fluffy personality greatly contrasted with his lean, sharp physique.

Ironically, the main reason you ended up in this position.

Just moments before, you were on his bed and caged between his arms. The dog tag necklace you'd gifted, engraved with his birth date and initials, swinging in the same rhythm that your heart rapidly beats with the small space separating your bodies. A sly grin raises the corners of his lips, the long fingers of his left-hand creeping up to trail lightly at your sides.

"I know you have abs."

Seokmin's hands fly up to wrap defensively around his body, though all in good jest. "You can't just ask a dude how many abs he has!"

"And you can't lie to me by saying you don't have any! Do you know how many of your dude-bros have blabbed about your crazy gym routine to me? Can you even guess how many girls bitched at me 'cause you weren't shirtless at my pool party? As if that's my fault?"

"But it's mine?"

"No, all I have to do is prove them wrong. So, show me the goods!"

You sucked at making up your mind — what to eat, what to wear, what to watch, what to do — okay, but who doesn't? It's something Seokmin was very familiar with, hence him always having to pick up wherever you left off. He also knows just as well that once you've settled on something, you'll see it through to the very end. Eventually.

Which normally works out in his favor except in moments like now. So he resorts to a different preventative measure — tickling the decisiveness right out of you.

Like hell you'll let him do what he wants.

Maybe the whispers about him being soft for you were right. After all, it's to your utter benefit when you push at his shoulder. Only a bit unbalanced, he easily falls onto his side and you scramble to climb on top of him at record speed, one arm pinning Seokmin's wrists against the pillow beneath his head.

Unfortunately, this looks like one of your 3,718,493,842 very bad choices in life. Once again, something you didn't think all the way through. Sure, you've bested Seokmin at light wrestling and play-fighting before — back when you were toddlers and all he did was cry.

Now, at adult ages, it seems like a horrible, terrible, very bad idea to have him beneath you. Your fingers play with the hem of his black t-shirt that's ridden up ever so slightly, unbearablely close to the leather band of his silver belt buckle.

Seokmin's pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you with a strange, almost starry-eyed look of surprise. Black bangs flipped up across the dark gray of his blanket, silver chain askew shining against his collarbones, mouth slightly ajar.

Suddenly you're hyper-aware of sitting right on top of him, completely obliterating the distance between your bodies earlier, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination from what you can feel nestled in between your legs.

"Would it be inappropriate of me to take your shirt off right now?" you can't help but ask.

He laughs, all breathless and high-pitched like he does when he's nervous. "You're asking for permission?"

"Seokmin," you whine and shift your hips in protest without thinking. Another bad move. Oops. "I'm trying to be polite."

"You have me pinned to my bed with the intent to strip me and you're worried about being polite?"

"Oh, please, you could easily break free."

It's true. His wrists twitch a bit under your grasp, almost like he's attempting to do just that but you're faster once more. Or he's just letting you have your way with him. Whatever the case, your other hand firmly holds both of his down which only brings your faces closer together.

"Don't move."

"Okay," Seokmin agrees and licks his lips, "at least you know what consent means."

"Are you consenting?"

"Depends on what to."

"Me taking off your shirt."

"… Should I be flattered?"

"Very."

Brown eyes close, his brow furrowing. For a minute, you think you've accidentally taken things too far and are about to quickly apologize and backpedal before things backfire until his lips quirk up and Seokmin snorts.

"Never imagined you'd be stripping me like this."

You would agree because what the hell? All this for some abs? But the way he says it makes you pause.

"Have you imagined this before?"

Expecting him to panic or something, you're even more taken aback when he bites his lip like he's holding back more laughter.

"And what if I have? You'll be offended even if I lie."

You narrow your eyes challengingly while his sparkle. "Are you… flirting with me?"

"That is not how I flirt but okay."

"You're being weird. Weird weird. Like super-duper weird."

"Says the one soaking my jeans, right now."

You want to scream. Instead, you let out a scandalized gasp, eyes widening. The effort it takes to bolt away means you must release Seokmin. Something that doesn't even cross your mind with the shame heating up your cheeks, mortification setting off every sirening alarm in your nervous system.

Your first mistake.

Countless other mistakes will be made after this, but looking back — could they really be watered down to just a mistake after the end results? Why you're even so embarrassed in the first place is beyond you. And your best friend has zero intentions of letting you get away from him.

The minute Seokmin's hands are freed, one flies to keep your hips pressed against his while the other gently braces your back. Lifting his torso up with insane core strength he clearly was lying about not having, you have no choice but to wrap an arm instinctively around his neck like a koala. Your other hand curls into a fist, clinging against the fabric straining with the flex of his chest muscles while simultaneously attempting to push him back in a futile effort.

"Breathe," Seokmin murmurs in mild concern. His eyes crinkle as he smiles encouragingly. "Breathe for me, babe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath. If you inched any closer forward, your nose would brush against his, and leaning too far back would end up with him on top of you again.

"This is all your fault, babe."

"You're the one that started this in the first place, babe."

"All I wanted was to see your abs," your voice drops to a pathetic whisper, "babe."

"All you had to do was ask, silly."

"I did!"

To your horror, he leans in even closer with a devious smirk so his nose brushes tenderly against yours. "For yourself. Not others."

"What… what are you playing at Seokmin?"

"It's like you misinterpret everything I do on purpose."

"I — "

"If you think I'm just playing around you're sorely mistaken."

A beat of silence. "Then what are you doing?"

"Nothing," he says innocently even though the hand on your back trails upwards and not-so-innocently unclasps the bra underneath your shirt.

Your jaw drops. Of course, your modest top is still on and the shoulder straps keep your undergarment in place. Yet, you feel naked with the way Seokmin shamelessly ogles your covered chest and lets out a satisfied groan, pleased that you weren't wearing a sports bra. After all, it's not the first time he's done that for you — but it is under this strange context.

"Seokmin — "

"I'll do whatever you want me to do. Tell me." His voice is low, rougher than you've ever heard, causing tingles to shoot down your spine at the way he says your name. "I should take full responsibility for whatever happens."

His last sentence echoes over and over inside your head because yeah, what the hell is going to happen? — until you blurt out, "You find me attractive?"

Finally, Seokmin acts the way you expect and are familiar with, his shy demeanor coming out like sun rays peeking through overcast clouds. Bowing his head, forehead flopping on your shoulder, he admits defeat.

"As if that's even a question, goofball."

"No way — there's no way! My bestie, you, find me, your bestie, like. Hot?"

"Look, I know it's cliché to fall for your friend and all that stupid shit," he grumbles, "but you don't have to sound so shocked. I already know thanks to Mingyu."

You freeze. "Know what?"

"… You're really going to make me say it?" he laughs in disbelief and shakes his head against your shoulder, causing your loose strap to slide down. "When my pride's already in tatters?"

Urging Seokmin to pick up his head and look at you, you face his brown eyes straight-on and cup his flushed cheek. "What did Mingyu say that crushed your pride?"

He sighs. "He told you I liked you before I ever got the chance to say it myself to you."

Your eyebrows raise. "He did?"

"Yeah. And I thought you just. Well. I don't know, I thought you were just ignoring it out of consideration or something. Obviously. Since you didn't say anything."

"… All 'cause I was pretty sure he blabbered about accidentally spilling the beans to you about me liking you."

The both of you pause, silently cursing poor Mingyu. He did mean well. Somehow.

"You're joking right," Seokmin whispers, "is this real?"

"What makes you think it's not."

"Because you've only ever returned my feelings in my dreams."

Your pride swells at that, wrapping your arms around his neck daringly. "Dream about me often?"

He falls backward on the bed, taking you down with him with your bodies pressed tightly together. You admire his handsome features with renewed thirst while he shuts his eyes, no longer forcing yourself to view him through the platonic lenses you'd kept on for so long.

Then his eyes flash back open and you flinch at the burning desire blazing within them. He's never looked at you like that, at least not directly and it ignites the equal yearning you feel for him like a match.

"Yeah," he answers your teasing question, "I do."

Just the thought alone makes you dizzy. Your best friend, your sweet and lovely Seokmin who puts up with all your bullshit, laying here on this exact bed with thoughts of you consuming his mind. Pining for you. Wanting you. Shit, you think he deserves to have all his fantasies come true. And you're more than happy to help him out.

"What do we do in your dreams?"

"Everything. Anything."

An iron-clad grip will probably leave bruises behind but it's not enough to stop you from a slow, lazy grind of your hips. You sit up for more leverage, hands on his broad shoulders for support, watching with smugness oozing out of your smile as he struggles to continue his wholesome thoughts.

"Holding hands, cute dates, buying you pretty things… "

"C'mon babe," you tease, "what else?"

"Ah… " Seokmin sighs, throwing an arm over his face to hide his eyes though it can't hide the flush creeping up his neck, to his cheeks, and coloring his cute ears. "You know… "

"Nah, I don't. Not unless you tell me."

"… Just gets lonely in bed. At night. Cold."

"We've slept together before when I've stayed the night and vice versa."

"Mhm, but never with my dick inside of you."

You coo, trying to keep up your unbothered façade as though the quickening pace of your hips isn't making an insane mess of his lap.

"Poor little Seokminnie had to jerk off all by himself." Leaning down to whisper maliciously in the ear that isn't shielded by his elbow, "Or did you do it while I was laying next to you because you were so frustrated?"

"As if," he scoffs, "and I'm not sure what you mean by little."

Like a switch has flipped, two hands return and grip your hips, keeping them stationary. To prove his point hard, it's Seokmin's turn to grind his pelvis up into the moist heat of your covered cunt while holding you still to feel every agonizingly delicious drag of his cock. The way he can feel you pulse against him even through your thin shorts, the devastating whimper that leaves your mouth when the rough fabric manages to catch your clit just right make up for the mildly gross stickiness of precum inside of his jeans.

A sadistic grin leers at you, almost a snarl. Such a jarring contrast to the normally soft, fond looks you're used to and a shudder runs through your body at the shock, another rush of heated arousal dripping from your pussy.

It's cute, Seokmin thinks to himself, how you put up this act and think you're the one in control when it's really me, the one whose lap you're on.

"Can you even blame me?" he growls, not waiting nor expecting any answer as he sits back up, jostling your body in the process. "I was so good, so well-behaved in front of you. And yet you waltz around me with barely anything on all the damn time, flirting with all my friends in that skimpy bathing suit without a care in the world… "

You don't even know when you ended up on your back. Staring wide-eyed into Seokmin's narrowed ones, his eyelids fluttering as he recalls these memories, fist clenched and arms tense as he towers on top of you once again. He's panting, lower body still pressed against yours.

"Batting your eyelashes at me, giggling, grinding that sweet ass all over me on the dancefloor and then skipping away even though I wanted to touch you so badly… and if that's not torturing enough, constantly showing up in my dreams, always out of reach… So yeah, I'm just a little frustrated, sorry."

"I'm… I'm… I-I didn't know — "

"I know that. I know that and that's why I felt like utter trash. You didn't mean any of it and here I am throwing my disgusting fantasies on you."

"Don't say that," you plead and cup the side of his face, running your thumb repeatedly across his mole. "You're not trash, Seokmin. I wasn't thinking — I mean I didn't realize… I just — "

"Please," he interrupts suddenly, desperately begging. "Please tell me… if this… if this is going to be a spur of the moment, out of pity, and a one-time thing… please tell me you don't want this. That you don't want me — "

"I want to kiss you."

You watch his body tremble before he takes a deep breath, smiling up at him as his eyes gradually open. They blink owlishly at you, nearly crossing in his attempt to scan your face if he really heard you correctly as you guide him by the jawline close to your lips.

"I want you, Seokmin."

To be honest, you've never really imagined what it'd feel like to kiss your best friend. The movies you've watched make it out to be magical, enchanting, and something out of a fairy tale. Sure, maybe they're not wrong but the majority of entertainment is the bad boy turning sweet or a soft boy remaining a gentleman.

Nothing's prepared you for awakening the beast in a good boy.

He kisses you with a ferocity that steals your breath from the get-go. A sensual clash of teeth, tongue, spit, love bites, and nips. Seokmin always had an enjoyable, pleasing tone to his voice and it sounds even better when he's grunting and groaning in the laidback battle for dominance.

Somehow, your clothes are merely disheveled and not ripped off despite continual tangling and grabbing at each other. Once again, you find yourself back on top as you gasp for air — having to push him away when he chases after you for more kisses. If you thought he was pretty before, he's even lovelier with shiny, swollen lips and a dazed, hungry look in his eyes.

Despite pouting at the sudden distance, the man astonishingly looks at you like you've hung the stars in the sky. As if he's never seen the ugly sides of you, your lowest and most embarrassing moments. His gaze trails from where you sit on his thighs to the rise and fall of your heaving chest to your blown-out pupils with such appreciation and awe that your cheeks are set aflame.

Although maybe you're just seeing a reflection of your own adoration. Running your hand down the toned length of one of his arms, you intertwine your fingers together. A smirk returns to your face as he squeezes back, distracted.

"So, can I see your abs now?"

Seokmin groans your name and chews on his lip, uncertain. You shrug and toy with the hem of your own shirt before decisively pulling it over your head. A blissed-out sigh escapes his mouth at the reveal.

Your bra is undone — thanks to his earlier mischief — and barely covers your breasts. Threatening to fall off at the slightest move, you pretend to protect what little modesty you might have and keep it in place with a free hand.

"Tit for tat?" you tease.

He audibly gulps and you watch his Adam's apple bob. You wait patiently, letting him go at his own pace and back out if he wants. Though he does relent because he feels at comfort with you, revealing his gorgeous tan skin and upper body you hadn't seen in what feels like years.

"Omigod…" you gasp out and he cringes, upper body taut with nerves. "You've been hiding a six-pack away from the public for so long?"

"I — "

"I want to touch them."

"Why are you so obsessed with my abs?"

"'cause they're mythical. Like unicorns or… or Bigfoot."

"You're comparing me to a yeti?"

"Not yet…i!"

He rolls his eyes at the ridiculous pun. "I thought I was getting a 'tit for tat'?"

"Yeah," you nonchalantly slide off your loose bra and toss it somewhere on his bedroom floor. Seokmin doesn't even get to relish the bare sight of your tits for his own enjoyment because you're grumbling, "can't even show his best friend his fine ass abs," and he has to correct you.

"Maybe if I was your boyfriend, I'd show them to you all the time."

"Oh? Is that a promise? A threat? A distraction?"

"An offer. A suggestion even."

"It's pretty tempting," you play coy, "can I touch you if I say yes?"

"Only if I can touch you too."

"Then yes." Your pointer finger travels down the flexed crease of his skin to right above his belly button. "Can I see your dick now?"

"But I want… I'd like to… taste you."

"Later," you assure and daringly place a kiss above his waistband. Your hands tug at the belt when his hips stutter upwards. "Please?"

He's gone the moment you flutter your eyelashes at him and so are his ruined jeans. Discarded on the floor to join the growing number of other clothing when he says yes.

Even Seokmin himself would admit he is indeed too soft for you but his cock certainly isn't. Your eyes nearly bug out when it flops against his stomach, angry red and leaking tears of precum. He grits his teeth at how much it aches, perfect jawline even more prominent.

His self-esteem would have been dashed to pieces at the devastating frown on your pretty face but it's greatly inflated when all you can do is whimper out, "You're so big… "

"Yeah?"

Your best friend — no, now your boyfriend, you suppose — hisses when you blink at him.

"There's no way you're gonna fit."

"Hah, 's never been a problem before." Nails dig into his thigh, the little show of possession at the mention of his previous partners wickedly giving Seokmin another ego boost. He's quick to try and appease you though by saying, "don't worry, babe… let me prep and taste you, I'll make it fit I promise and you'll feel good."

"Fuckin' sweet talker." You feel a hand reach out to temptingly slip under the band of your shorts. "Everything about you is always so sweet."

"'m sure you taste even sweeter."

"Seokmin…"

"Hm?" His touch grows bolder at the moan of his name, squeezing at the plumpness of your ass. "Will you please let me have a taste? Just wanna help you out."

You won't be thinking I'm so sweet after this.

Eager to touch him, you nod and start to take off your shorts but Seokmin is faster. Nearly tearing them off your body in excitement and somehow managing to position your bare lower body right where he wants it.

Luckily, you're able to face his neglected cock. A shriek leaves your mouth, though, because the hardened tip of his tongue is searching for your clit, lathing and suckling on it when he does find it.

You try to focus on your prize but it's difficult with the vigor he's attacking your throbbing, needy pussy. Seokmin holds you up high enough that he can leave occasional nips on the inner crease of your hips before harshly licking and sucking up your messy arousal. Shaking his head back and forth with an animalistic growl, all you can do is resort to pitiful kitten licks and slobbering mindlessly on just the side of his cock.

The more you attempt to wrap your lips fully around the tip, the further down he brings you to his mouth until you're almost suffocating him. A brutal assault where you can only twitch your hips to which he agreeably grunts, gliding you across his open mouth ever so slightly. Unable to escape the throes of pleasure, not that you would want to — you give up and give in.

Tears fill your eyes as your body convulses and shakes, staring longingly at his cock through bleary eyes. Seokmin's muffled moans as he gladly helps you ride out your orgasm with your fluttering hole clamping around his tongue barely registering in your ears. You feel like you're floating while underwater in the most delicious of ways.

Seokmin manages to nudge you enough so he can catch his breath while waiting for you to come back to him. A fond smile on his lips when you're finally able to move and he helps you flop by his side.

"Why on earth are you a pussy-eating pro?"

"You keep complaining about things most people don't find fault in."

"I wanted to suck the life out of you, not the opposite." You reach for his cock again but he stops you — again — and rubs the back of your hand consolingly while he wipes the wet mess you'd left on his face with a smirk like a badge of honor he takes pride in. "Lee Seokmin!"

"Shhh, don't whine, baby. Almost there, I'll let you have my dick soon. Give it to you real good. Now that I've confirmed what a tight, good little pussy you have for myself, gotta make sure you're stretched out enough. Don't wanna hurt you."

"It already hurts, 'm so empty, 'min."

"Greedy," he snickers, knowing you're full of shit, and sits up. "After I just stuffed you with my tongue so well that you complained about it, now you want me again?"

"Always want you. Always have. Didn't realize it before but it's true. 'm sorry, Seokkie, need you so bad though."

"Lucky I like you so much. Now turn around, let me see that lovely ass of yours."

You do as he says, clambering up on all fours and arching your back prettily, looking over your shoulder to see what he'll do next.

The sight alone is a wet dream. He's licking his lips, brown eyes honed in on your puffy, seeping cunt until he's snapped out of the trance when he realizes you're watching him. He sticks out his tongue to pull a silly face and you shake your head in disbelief.

A finger traces up your spine before it turns into his palm pushing down between your shoulder blades so your cheek is pressed into the pillows. You can just feel the heavy heat of his cock but he pulls away before you can savor it for too long. A constant tease that leaves you whining again in frustration and wiggling your hips enticingly, a futile effort.

"I know you're desperate. 'm sorry, don't wanna cum too fast and disappoint you though."

"You won't disappoint me."

"Nope, I'll make it worthwhile. Promise. We can do whatever positions you want after this. I'd like to see you riding me like you do in my dreams, personally." Watching how you clench at his words, he chuckles. "Knew you'd like that too. Now, let's see…"

He slips a digit inside your hole muttering, "There we go," and adds another. And another. Three fingers explore your gummy inner walls and he hums in contemplating tones before he begins scissoring motions to get your pussy to further open up.

Your moans are muffled by the bed and Seokmin simply increases his pace to make them louder with a sneer of satisfaction you don't see. You do feel him kissing down the length of your spine, more love bites that make you squeal at each pinch.

"So cute and perfect. What 'm I gonna do with you?" he asks and pretends to understand the unintelligible garble to his rhetorical question. "Yeah, that's right, babe. Fuck you even more stupid than you are now 'cause it's what you deserve."

Retracting his fingers, licking them clean, and mumbling how pretty you are — then he's finally wrapping a veined hand around his even veinier cock to tease at your entrance.

He plays with your wetness, coating his tip with it and making both your mouth and pussy drool. And god, does Seokmin relish the vision before him.

You're everything to him and that thought alone makes him bite down on his lower lip, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. He doesn't want to fuck this up. Every muscle in his body tenses when he takes a deep breath and eases himself inside, enraptured with the way your soft pussy lips part and cling around his length to welcome him.

When he glances up to check how you're doing, he has to reign himself back from exploding or thrusting insensitively all the way in. The way your eyes roll up, a stain of drool left on his blanket, and the feeble thank you's followed by a filthy series of moans — he lets out a string of curses that would make even a depraved whore blush out of shyness.

"S'big, s'full," you hiccup, clenching and unclenching in rapid successions that has Seokmin wheezing, though he tries to comfort you.

"'m not even all the way inside, sweetheart. Bear with me, babe. Breathe. I've got you."

"Got me… hella fuckin' full."

"You can take it. I know you can." He pushes his hips forward a bit more. "There you go, sweetheart. Relax just a tiny bit… Yeah, that's it…"

Praises fall from his lips and you sob at both the goddamn stretch and unfathomable pleasure. You already feel him buried in your gut reaching spots you didn't even know existed by the time he's almost bottomed out for his pelvis to press temptingly against your ass — you're pretty sure you can feel him in your lungs at this point.

"S'deep…!"

"Feel so fucking good… d'ya need me to pull out a little, baby? You still with me?"

You answer him by bravely using whatever strength — or more like the urge for him to split you open and take it all because you want to be as good as he's telling you that you are for him — and push yourself back so he's fully seated within your tight cunt.

You're probably screaming if your raspy throat and ringing ears are anything to go by. He's panting and rubbing his forehead with a groan.

"Fuck, what are you so hot for?"

The air feels like it's been punched out of his lungs, the same way his cock is being suctioned and squeezed. In an effort to wrangle whatever control is left within himself, Seokmin focuses on your body and how it reacts. Laying over your arched back to press your bare bodies close together in an intimate fashion.

You can feel his necklace and its cool touch on your burning skin. The recollection of never seeing him without it since gifting it to him reignites a possessive streak in you and has your pussy pulsing around him more fervently. Suddenly you long to have his mark engraved on you permanently, etched into your body and soul just like the inanimate object.

It's almost a shame when he pauses to tug it free so it doesn't break and let it hang over your shoulder instead. Not that it matters much, for you'd only have a temporary imprint of a dog tag shape on your back.

As if he can read your muddled mind (he probably can), Seokmin makes up for it in his concentration to delay his dizzy cloud of absolute unbridled lust. He's already left many physical reminders of his touch where you'll definitely be sore later scattered around your body and as a bonus — bites down where your neck meets your shoulder.

(You have no idea how you'll explain the obvious teeth marks to your friends the next day but you know they'll know. Especially when Seokmin — the little shit that he is — shamelessly shows off the various marks you'll leave all over him later tonight.)

But you don't think about that right now, any and all thoughts consumed of him, him, and him. You're full. So full. Oh, how you ache to run your fingers across his gorgeous body the same way he's able to yours, sneaking a hand underneath to fondle at your breasts and tug at your nipples. You suppose that can wait, already inching toward another crashing orgasm when he's unable to stay still anymore and starts shallow, cautious thrusts.

"Mm, ah, 'min… Seok… min… "

"'m here baby, you're gonna cum for me already, aren't ya?" He pulls his dick out far enough to see the way your essence glistens and coats his length and then smoothly stuffs you full again. "Go on and cream on my cock, make me yours."

Shockingly you shake your head. "No, too soon!"

"S'kay, I know you can give me another one after. If you let go now, it'll feel even better after. You're still so tight, I can barely move."

You really can't believe you're about to climax so soon again. There's not really a choice to hold it off anyways, especially when his hand moves away from your tits and mercilessly rubs your clit. He could've just fucked your throat raw with how hoarse your voice is now with all the sounds he's drawn out of you.

As you recover from the fuzziness of a second orgasm, he'd taken out his cock that's basically gone numb at this point (he's not sure if that's a good thing or not), and appreciates the delectable view of how your hole has been stretched out perfectly in the shape of his cock to accommodate him so sweetly. It all screams I am Seokmin's and he fucking adores it. And you.

There's only one thing left to do. Paint you with the color white.

"You ready for me?"

You breathlessly huff out a yes but honestly, you're unsure if you will be able to handle another peak without passing out. Seokmin soothes you, whispering that this will be the last one for this round accompanied by two chaste kisses on each of your shoulder blades. So wonderful and perfect, he reminds and suddenly you can do anything he asked of you.

Which is good because he's finally snapping his hips hard and fast with better ability, drilling into your warm, wet pussy he calls his that confirms that ownership itself with filthy noises of agreement and gushes of more arousal. You moan out a mix of yes, yours, and his name — growing so fucked out that when he asks you where you want him to cum, all you do is feebly bounce your asscheeks against his abs when he refuses to move.

"Shit, you gotta tell me now or I'll… fuck, I'll do it inside. I-I know you're on the pill but… "

"Please…"

"You'd look pretty with it all over your back but also spilling out of your pussy… "

"If you don't cum right now anywhere… I'll cry."

"You're already crying." His thumb brushes at the trail of tears that spilled over your eyelids.

"Seokmin…!"

"'m sorry, let me give you what you want."

His hips resume slamming at a rapid pace, hitting deep within that magic bundle of nerves without fail. Stars swim in your vision and the mind-numbing pressure twisting in your lower gut builds up without warning.

It's a silent scream this time and a peak that doesn't seem to end. As your body violently shudders and shakes for what feels like hours at its intensity, Seokmin's release is triggered. Gently thrusting as you spasm around him, milking his cock as it starts to fill you up with a comforting warmth. In a daze, he's forced out by the end of your explosive orgasm and watches with a slack jaw in awe.

He's managed to leave beautiful lines of white across your ass and back as intended. Though the bit he'd left inside of you is mostly expelled by you squirting and coating his thighs with your release, if he looks close enough, there are still globs of cream left around the outer lips of your cunt that has him groaning.

"This is better than what I've dreamt about."

"Of course. Real thing is always better."

"In this case, yes."

"… Do you still think I'm sweet?"

"… Somehow, yes."

Seokmin laughs as you collapse flat against the bed. You need to clean up but both of you can afford to rest a little first. He lays down next to you on his side, bringing you into his arms and you immediately snuggle your face into his chest before fixing him with a serious gaze.

"I don't get it."

He stiffens in fear. "Wh-what?"

"You fucked your previous partners, right?"

"Um… most… of them… "

"Like this?"

"Uh… " he narrows his eyes. "What… what do you mean?"

"There's no way they would've wanted to let you go if you got a stroke game and stamina this good. Unless you were just too much of a beast in the sheets — which I could understand."

His arms tighten around you. "I'm sorry, did I go too hard on you? I just didn't wanna cum too fast."

"No, you're insane but it was… incredible. You're the unreal one here."

"Didn't expect that when you harassed me about my abs, huh?"

"I did not harass you and of course not, did you?"

"No, but… I'm glad it did. You… don't… you don't regret it, do you?"

"No, why would I?" He breathes out a tiny sigh of relief which has you raising an eyebrow but you continue on. "I don't get why they didn't try harder to stick around. I mean you're perfect. In all aspects. I one-hundred-percent mean that."

"They weren't you, though. I'm sincere when I say you've always been the one. I was just afraid…"

"You're a damn good actor, you know that. I had no idea."

Your favorite smile beams at you. "I did major in theater. And we're both kinda idiots."

You slap at his chest playfully and he covers your hand with his. "I like you too, you know that? Like really mean it when I say I do. Even if you just obliterated my fucking vagina out of existence."

"There's no way, I most certainly did not." He kisses your forehead. "'cause you still have to ride me like promised."

"I don't think I'll be able to."

Your eyes close, ignoring Seokmin's gasp of shock and protests about cleaning up. He can tell you're pretty exhausted and acquiesces, shifting you into a position more comfortable for you to be able to doze off for a bit.

But you take that opportunity to spring to life, sucking the nastiest hickey on his neck right above his silver chain. One that will take weeks to heal. He lets out a moan as you do it and when you back away, the atmosphere has heated up again.

"You're giving me a hard time," he points out with an eyebrow wiggle and you giggle.

Urging him to roll over, you lug your aching limbs up and over so you can straddle his upper body. Adding more and more love marks and bites on his chest, neck, and arms. It's your turn to stake a hushed claim of mine whispered into his ears that you nip at. And he giggles, loving the attention you're showering him with.

His cock is stirring to life under your ministrations as is another pool of arousal swirling in your gut. Despite the hiss of oversensitivity and slight pain you both feel, you ease his length back inside. Nearly crying out because this new angle means he's stuffed in you even more, you don't know if he can fit until you're gasping in relief once you're successful.

He tentatively brushes his fingers against the bulge that appears in your lower tummy, wanton moans erupting from both of you at the gesture. It sends chills down your spine and you shiver.

"Gonna have to help me move, dunno if I have enough strength to make your dreams come true."

"S'kay, we have forever to act them out again and again," he reassures you which erases your pout. "You'll get used to me with enough practice."

"You think so?"

"Well, we can only test that theory to make sure."

You giggle as he pulls you in for a tender kiss by the back of your neck. "You're naughtier than I could've ever imagined."

"But you love it. You love me." His smug look only grows at your agreeing hum and when he flexes his abs. "Now, shall we see if all the work I put into my abs is worth it, babe?"

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ODE TO A CONVERSATION (STUCK IN YOUR THROAT) - c.sc

Everything with Seungcheol has always been easy. Easier than with anyone else, anyway. (and it hits me — i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do, like i do, like me. is it okay? that i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do.)

pairing; choi seungcheol x fem!reader. genre; smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) with a little bit of plot. friends-ish to lovers to (healthy) exes to fwb to -- warnings; writing early parts of this felt low-key pretentious but it was kinda on purpose because i was trying something stylistic and outside my normal?? so??? but on a real: swearing. alcohol consumption (they aren’t drunk at the time of having sex). reader is written to be wearing makeup. it's kinda just filth. proof read but all the words just melted together eventually (if i missed a typo, no i didn't <3) smut warnings under the cut! w/c; 6k. a/n; del water gap’s ode to a conversation stuck in your throat was my most listened to song last year. i now can’t listen to it without thinking about s.coups (i also just point blank can't stop thinking about s.coups) -- enjoy x

smut warnings: big! dick! seungcheol!, making out, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected p-in-v sex (make good choices), lil bit of edging if u squint, overstimulation if u tilt ur head like 82º to the left, manhandling, soft-ish dom!cheol, lotta praise, use of pet names (babe, baby good girl, my girl, sweetheart), kinda possessive!cheol, jealous!cheol, biting and marking (hickeys, digging nails in), light light light light light crying/dacryphilia (not really, like there are Some tears in eyes but just to be safe ig)

Everything with Seungcheol has always been easy.

Easier than with anyone else, anyway.

You’d known him in passing for a long time before anything happened. A friend of a friend — someone you always smiled at and chatted with at social events, because he was easy to smile at, and so very easy to chat to. You can’t even remember which birthday or New Year’s party or Halloween bash or Saturday night jamboree was the first: they’ve since all just dissolved into one pleasantly foggy memory, and every time you saw him thereafter he made you feel so comfortable, so at home that it felt like the hundredth.

And it continued that way for a few years. Pleasantries exchanged in friends' kitchens, conversations across beer-garden tables. Catching up on each other's lives in a hallway outside the bathroom for handfuls of minutes at a time before one of you inevitably got tugged away by the friend you were waiting for. You were comfortable with him, around him: he just had that kind of energy. So on a big group night out one evening, when you found yourself feeling a little uncomfortable being flirted with by someone you had never met, you instinctively flashed Seungcheol a look from across the bar. He came straight over and immediately to your rescue; with him slipping all too naturally into the fake role of your unimpressed significant other, you realised that it was easy to be whisked away under his arm, easy to let him buy you your next drink, easy to let him kiss you breathless just to really drive the pretend point home.

Staring up at him after, feeling his drink-chilled hands cupping your cheeks, watching his gaze flicker between your lips and your eyes, you realised that igniting a spark had never felt so…

And it was easy to kiss him again later that night under the influence of a little too much wine and blanketed by a couple of lowered inhibitions. It was easy to giggle into the crook of his neck as he leaned against a stone wall, trailing his fingers up and down your arms, rambling about how he wanted to kiss you again and again and again and forever, maybe, because he thought your smile was beautiful and your lips were so soft and you tasted like cherries, and he liked cherries, and if you could kiss him every day he’d never have a reason to be unhappy ever again. It was so fucking easy to fumble in your purse for your phone, to let him put in his number, and when he asked you if he could take you out for dinner, when he messily typed a text message out begging the same question and sent it to you (‘so we both remember, tomorrow’), it was so, so easy to say yes.

Then, the first date? It was beyond easy. You talked and talked and laughed and laughed, each of you having a few cocktails with your food, never running short of conversation, never not finding little ways to touch each other both under and over the table. Arranging the second, and then the third, and inviting him up for a coffee after date number five was easy, and falling into bed with him was easy. Holding him close, your sweat-slicked bodies moving as one entity in the dark: it was easy, and the pillow-talk after about what this growing thing between you was, came so damn…

So you introduced him to your parents, and your other friends, and in turn he did the same with you. Two and a half years breezed by, then, and even the hard parts… Even the arguing and time spent away from one-another, whether he was sleeping out on your couch following an emotionally charged spat or trips taken as part of his job demanded he spend weeks at a time without you. The hard parts? By comparison to everyone before him, they were easy. Anniversaries and birthdays and Valentine’s days: he spoiled you, and you doted on him, and being together was just so–…

Even the day you decided to end your romantic pursuit, while impassioned, wasn’t hard. In part, maybe it was because it was a long time coming: you still loved each other deeply but your lives were so chaotic and different, and it wasn’t fair to keep waiting around for each other when it just clearly wasn’t your time. And in part, because he was so calm in how he held your hand tightly in his (even when he dried your tears), how he kissed your forehead, in how he told you that you deserved more than the life he could give you. And at the end of it all, when he promised to always be there for you, naturally you promised the same back.

Keeping that promise? Well. It was easy.

So what if it took a few weeks for things to feel sort of normal? If you had to remember how to greet him without offering your lips for a kiss or your arms for a hug? If you had to get used to sleeping alone, and waking up alone, all over again? The thing that mattered was that he was still in your life, and you were still in his: your relationship wasn’t broken, it was just different, and once the little transition period was over, once you were both used to your new normal… Being ‘just friends’ was kind of easy.

(Kind of, being the operative phrase.)

Six months post split, you mentioned to him in passing that you were going on a date the following day. As soon as you realised what you’d said, you regretted bringing it up, but without missing a beat Seungcheol lowered his drink and raised an eyebrow at you, excitedly asking you to tell him everything. The person’s name, what they were like, how you met them, where you were going. He didn’t feel like your ex-boyfriend, then and there: he felt like a best friend. So you told him every detail, and he listened intently, following up by requesting you text him when you got to the date and again when you got home so he knew you were safe. Of course, you said that you would. First, because it was sensible. Second, his requests were easy enough.

And the date went okay, all things considered: the guy was nice, if a little bit awkward, and you had a good time bowling with him and playing some games in the old arcade, but there just wasn’t a spark. Everything felt difficult. Forced. So when he was the one to say to you after that he’d had a nice evening but felt that maybe you should just be friends, you couldn’t help but feel relieved. Letting out a breath and giving a genuine smile, you agreed, thanking him for his refreshing candour, before bidding him good night and making your way back to your car.

You held your phone between your fingertips for a while as the engine ran and the heating started to kick in, slowly warming you from the outside, in. As you thawed, you bit the inside of your cheek absentmindedly, a potentially questionable decision planting itself in your mind. Your body didn’t mind how good of an idea your brain thought it was, though. Your fingers moved entirely of their own accord; finding and pressing Seungcheol’s contact name was so starkly different to everything else had been, all damn night. It was easy. His sleep-roughened voice drifting down the phone sounded so easy. Asking if he minded you swinging by his place for a coffee and a debrief felt easy.

Two hours later, writhing on his mattress, two orgasms deep with his head still buried between your thighs and one of his hands groping at your tit as if his life depended on it?

Fucking. Easy.

So then, started the pattern. Waking up the next morning absolutely swimming in one of his oversized t-shirts should’ve felt like guilt and a betrayal of all your self-growth, of your moving on, of your friendship. It should’ve felt uncomfortable and gross and maybe a little panic-inducing, but it never did. It was warm and cosy, it was familiar and comforting, and when he greeted you ‘good morning’ with a pillow to the face, you knew that nothing was ruined; rather, this was just another new difference to your ever-changing relationship with him. Waking up this way… Well, it felt—

Look, you’re only human. You both have needs. After spending two and a half years learning each other's bodies, being together in that way again came so, so…

After every date gone wrong, after every stressful week at work, in the midst of every family drama and friendship breakdown, you found yourself seeking respite in his apartment, between his bedsheets. In his tongue lapping at your pussy; in the head of his cock bruising the back of your throat until he spilled his release into your mouth; in the slow, deep, precise thrusts of his hips as he buried himself inside you over and over and over and over, taking your mind off the stress and concentrating only on making you feel good, on helping you forget everyone and everything else–…

And now?

Well, now, you’re on your way back from yet another miserable date.

About three months ago, you stopped even considering giving the taxi drivers directions to your own place. Now, when you slide into the backseat, you automatically reel off the address you always end up at after a night like this. When your dates only talk about themselves, or say something so wildly out of pocket that it makes your toes curl (and not in a good way), or exclusively go on and on and on about their ‘crazy’ ex partner, you’ve grown all too used to showing up pouting at your friend’s front door.

What?

Being greeted by his knowing smirk and him inviting you inside is familiar; stepping across the threshold and kicking off your shoes in the hallway feels just so… easy.

Flopping down on the couch is easy, and waiting for Seungcheol to come back into the living room with two gleaming glasses and a bottle of wine is easy. Shuffling closer until you have your head resting against his shoulder is easy. Sipping at a chilled glass of rosé with his arm around you, the tip of his finger rubbing tiny circles against the point of your shoulder, eyes fluttering at this perfectly normal, totally platonic, absolutely-not-leading-anywhere-this-time contact is…

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks a few seconds after you set your now half-empty glass down. Your lips curl a little into a grimace on one side and a soft laugh rumbles deep in his chest.

You swear you can feel it vibrate all the way down to your bones.

“What is there to even talk about?” you sigh. “He wouldn’t stop comparing me to his mother, strike one. Spent twenty minutes explaining the plot of my favourite movie back to me, strike two. And then, after all that, threw a tantrum when I swerved his kiss goodbye after he’d eaten basically a whole loaf of garlic bread. Strike three. You’re out.”

He laughs again, and you adjust your head to peer up at him but he isn’t looking at you. He’s staring off at the opposite wall, not even glancing down when his arm tightens to pull you even closer. On cue, you nuzzle your head down into the muscle beneath his t-shirt, and you sigh.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he says breezily. “Just… You sure know how to pick ‘em.”

“I don’t deliberately go out with people one screw short of a toolbox, Cheol,” you grumble, lightly slapping his chest. “They always seem fine when we start talking.”

“Mhm,” he hums. You feel him move slightly and then his lips are being pressed to the part of your hair. You’re sure it’s supposed to be a little condescending, but it kind of tingles instead. But that’s just because of the way his breaths play over your roots. Isn’t it? “I know.”

“Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to find someone who—”

“Hey, I know, y/n,” he says again, still softly but just a little firmer this time. “It’s not your fault all these guys are dicks. But-…”

He trails off, tongue pressed lightly against his top teeth, and decides that maybe finishing this sentence isn’t the smart way to proceed. You wait a few seconds, just in case he changes his mind, and poke at his chest again when he doesn’t.

“But what?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “Nothing. It was a stupid joke. Don’t worry about it.”

“Tell me,” you whine. “You know I hate it when you do that.”

It’s his turn to sigh, now. “But…” he starts, pausing for a mixture of allowing his nerves to settle and for dramatic effect. “I’m not complaining: the worse your date goes, the better sex we have after.”

It momentarily stuns you into silence and you suck your teeth at the remark, shaking your head. But you don’t sit up, you don’t shove him away, you don’t argue the point he’s just made whether it was a joke or not. Because…

“I hate that you’re right.”

His hand slides down behind you until it’s wrapped around your waist, his bicep strong against your back and his fingers light as they fiddle with the fabric of your blouse.

“No you don’t,” he tells you, lips tweaking up on one side.

You sigh, burrowing closer into his chest. He’s wearing the cologne he knows you like most and it smells faint, worn, as if he’s had it on for hours, all despite being only dressed in basketball shorts and a white vest. His plans tonight started and ended with you, and showing up here wasn’t promised until you were on his doorstep. Something about knowing he wore it just in case triggers an all too familiar ache between your legs.

Giving in to it?

Ha.

It’s too fucking easy.

“Shut up,” you grumble. Your hand uncurls and your fingers splay over his chest, confessing your agreement and laying the foundations for you even if you deny what you want out loud. “Yes, I do.”

“Oh?” He asks at the exact moment you can feel his nails graze at your skin beneath your shirt. “Do you really?”

“Yeah.” You shift slightly, searching for just a crumb of relief from the press of your thighs, but it never comes.

“I see.” He flattens his palm against your side, the other hand tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, eyes not quite meeting yours as they fixate on the strands already sliding back to their former place against your cheek.

He gently clears his throat, tongue darting out over his lips for the most fleeting of moments, and when he speaks again, it’s lower, quieter, softer. “But if you hate it sooo much…” he ducks his head, close enough that his lips brush the corner of your mouth as he moves them. “Why are you here?”

He bumps the tip of his nose against your cheek, subtly turning your face so if you so much as shuffle, hiccup, breathe in too deeply, your smiles would meet. But they don’t. A hair’s breadth apart, you linger, eyes meeting his in a scorching challenge. One he doesn’t back down from. One he holds, and holds, and holds – waiting, for you, for his answer.

“Because,” you croak. Your throat feels dry, your eyelids suddenly heavy, lashes fluttering.

“Because?” he taunts, his chuckled exhale tickling the tiny hairs all over your skin.

You maintain his gaze still, and he chuckles, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. when you don’t speak for a few seconds more, he takes it upon himself to finish the sentence for you.

“Because you know,” he drawls, gravelly but still somehow heaven-sent and honey-sweet. “That no-one else does it for you the same way I do. Do they?”

You shake your head, the muscles in your neck tight as you wrestle with them not to surge forward and topple against him in a kiss. Seungcheol is an easily pleased man, but you know he loves a bit of a chase and it would be a little rude not to reward his hospitality by giving him one.

“Say it,” he urges. You’re acutely aware of how his breaths stop fanning against your face once the words are out of his mouth, but you don’t give him anything yet. “Come on. You could have any one of those idiots if you wanted them, but you don’t.” A pause. “Do you?”

You swallow hard, cheeks growing hot. You shake your head again, “No.”

“Because…”

And after one, two, three, four, five thundering beats of your heart—

“Because I want you.”

Seungcheol smirks as he pulls your chin up, finally bringing his plush lips down against your own. It’s soft. almost tender. Barely moving — just a press, but it sends waves of energy through you anyway.

“You’ve got me,” he says, pulling back an inch, studying your desperate eyes with his own. “Always gonna have me.”

And suddenly, it’s like his entire world might stop if he lets you go.

Both of his hands cup your cheeks as you shift up onto your knees, your own fingers grasping for dear life at his vest. He kisses you as if he could swallow you whole: hard and deep, breathing hot through his nose as his tongue works its way into your mouth and finds your own. You groan, and hearing the sound draws one out of him, too. There’s just something about kissing Seungcheol, and being kissed by him: you don’t even have to think. He just does. You just do. It’s easy.

His hands find the bottom of your shirt and he pulls upwards, separating from your lips to pull it over your head and toss it haphazardly towards the floor. He reconnects with you almost immediately, hands sliding down from your face to your exposed neck, to your shoulders, toying with the strap of your bra.

“You wear this for me, or him?” he asks, breathing heavily as he looks down at your covered tits, the red and white garment sitting pretty against your skin.

“Who d’you think?” you ask, equally fighting to gasp air into your lungs.

“Better not have been for fuckin’... Captain mommy issues,” he mutters, kissing you hard one more time before his lips attach to the side of your neck. “Never liked the sound of that guy. Thought you were too good for him.”

“S’that right?” You ask, tilting your head back and stuttering out a sigh, lacing it with wisps of a laugh. “You never said so.”

He sucks your skin into his mouth and you swear you can feel every capillary beneath the surface burst one by one, your body-heat climbing to almost unbearable territory. “You were excited,” he says. “Just ‘cause I don't agree with your choices, doesn’t mean I’m gonna be an ass about it.”

And for someone trying their best to cover your throat in as many bruises as possible (no doubt so that if you bump into the asshole from HR who took you out tonight when you’re back at work on Monday, he’ll see that you had a plenty good time without him), it… feels kind of sweet that he’d hold himself back in the name of your theoretical happiness.

“Too good to me,” you chuckle. You’ve long since released your hold on his vest and are now threading your fingers through his hair. He kisses and sucks down over your collarbone, grinning against your skin all the while.

“So?” he asks, tugging the top of your bra in between his teeth.

You glance down at him, biting your bottom lip at the sight. His pupils are blown-out, drowning his familiar warm, chocolatey eyes in black pools of desire. No lies, that’s always been your agreement. No lies. So you tell him the truth, pushing your chest up towards him and pressing his head down slightly so his top lip brushes against your tit.

“Wore it for you, Cheol.”

“Mhm. That’s my girl.”

He sits up straight and pulls you down to him, smashing his lips against yours again as his hands slide around your back, fingertips making quick work of your bra clasp. He pulls the straps down your arms, grunting at the feeling of your breasts relaxing against his own chest; the bra joins your shirt on the floor, and soon after follows his vest, your hands clawing at it to get it off him as fast as you can.

“Up,” he says as your hands trail over his stomach, fingers dipping into every groove of muscle, feeling how they ripple as he reflexively tenses them under your touch. “Now.”

You oblige, climbing off the couch and standing upright. His hand finds the back of your shoulder and he guides you around to the side of the sofa, promptly pushing you down over the arm-rest so your face meets the cushions you were both just sitting on. He pulls your pants down your legs and helps you step out of them, dropping down to his knees and kneading at your thighs with a guttural moan.

“Gonna make you forget all about him, y/n,” he says. “Make you feel so good you won’t even remember his name.”

“Please,” you gasp, feeling his teeth sink into your ass. “So-... fucking good to me…”

He adjusts the position of your legs, bumping them apart until he can settle on his knees between them. His nose drags against the crease between the top of your thigh and the bottom of your ass, his lips trailing kisses all the way from the outside of your leg to where your pussy is throbbing for him. He skips over it, though, nipping and licking at the back of your other thigh, until you’re rocking your hips back to try and push him into your core.

“Be a good girl,” he chuckles, thumbing over the wet-patch in your panties. “I’m gonna look after you. I promise.”

His tongue meets your wetness just a moment after, dragging over the fabric and making you whimper. Your hands scramble to clutch onto something, one grabbing the edge of the seat cushion and the other balling into a fist.

“Fuck, Cheol,” you hiss, feeling the heat from his mouth all over you. “Please – I need it. I need you.”

“Shh,” he says. You can feel his lips twist into a smile. God, you wish you could see him right now. “I’ve got you.”

When exactly his fingers tucked themselves under the waistband of your underwear, you’re not sure: all you know is that one minute, he’s breathing in your scent through the seat of your panties, and the next he’s yanking them down your legs and diving into your cunt like it’s his last meal on death-row. The sheer force of his hands gripping your thighs and his head burying itself between them makes you stumble forwards, the couch groaning as it shifts against the laminate flooring, and you cry out a wet sob of his name.

Who were you kidding, before, when you thought that this wasn’t going to go anywhere tonight?

The build-up to this started the second you told him about the date a week and a half ago.

But you can’t think about the mediocre pasta dish you ate this evening, or the moron who sat across from you at the table who kept checking his phone and glancing over your shoulder. You can’t think about how many times he went to the bathroom after receiving a text, or how he came back grinning cockily before he sat back down.

All you can think about is how deep Seungcheol’s tongue fucks into you. How he fucking slurps all the wetness your pussy can give him, how he groans and moans and chuckles every time he shifts his head forward and flicks the muscle over your clit. Your head is spinning and your eyes begin smarting at the corners when his nails on one hand dig harshly into the fat at the top of your thigh. It stings, but it feels so fucking good. Your knees are weak, you’re about to bite clean through your lip in an attempt to be respectful to Seungcheol’s neighbours, and your knuckles are sore from the force with which your fist is clenched.

Lord, he’s good.

“Don’t hold back,” he gasps, pulling away from you, a string of his own spit and your arousal still connecting him to your pussy. “C’mon, babe. I can feel you’re close.”

The loss of his mouth genuinely feels like the end of the world and you could buckle, in this moment. But he’s done this on purpose: he always does. He knows you. He knows the sounds you make and the way your body moves when you’re tantalisingly on the edge of your climax. His thumbs rub circles into your thighs and you just know he’s got the most obnoxious, insufferable grin on his face behind you while he does it: you can picture it, so perfectly. So easily.

The orgasm you didn’t quite reach starts to ebb away from you and you give a grumble of frustration, pushing up onto your palms to turn around and look at him.

“You’re such a bastard, Cheol,” you hiss, and he grins back at you, his lips swollen and shiny as he licks over them.

“Get that pretty face back down, baby. I’m not done.”

It feels like a delightful punch in the gut, so you do. You drop back down onto your elbows, feeling him shift his position but you can’t see to what; his body heat never leaves yours even when his hands aren’t on you anymore, so you know he hasn’t stood up or gone far. It’s only when you clear your throat that you feel him again. Sat down with his back to the couch, between your thighs, nosing at your clit to get you worked up all over again: his fingers trail over your folds, collecting your arousal, spreading your lips and tonguing between them. You whine for him, keening and confused but overwhelmed at the stark shift from before. How he touches your pussy like it’s the first time, like it’s the last.

He presses one long finger inside you, free hand pushing your hips into just the right position that he can suck your clit into his mouth. You feel yourself grinding down against his hand, begging him for more without having the words to ask for it, but Seungcheol doesn’t need to be asked. It’s intuitive to him. Eating you out could well be his day job. Another finger joins the first and he pumps them in and out of you at a pace you adore, his tongue flicking precisely over the bud in his mouth.

Your disappointingly lost orgasm from before starts to creep up on you again, and you know he knows it too. But this time, he doesn’t slow. This time, he doesn’t stop. He hums in the back of his throat: it’s permission, you realise, to come undone; burying your face further into the cushions, you let out a muffled series of expletives, sobs, moans of his name. You tumble over the edge with a broken cry, fingers curling into the couch cushions, and he only pulls away when your knees actually give out.

His strong frame is the only thing still holding you up by the time you’ve stopped twitching through the aftershocks, remembering how it feels to have full lungs and a working pair of eyes. You roll your head to the side as he slips out from beneath you, immediately sliding his arm around your waist and leaning over you to keep you steady. Through the material of his shorts, you can feel his hard-on poking at your ass: the fact that you’re this fucked and he hasn’t put his cock inside you yet makes your eyes water.

“Okay?” he asks, pressing tender kisses down the length of your spine. You just breathe, nodding with difficulty owed to your current position and the way all your muscles suddenly feel a hundred times heavier than normal. “Talk to me, sweetheart. You okay?”

“M’okay,” you say. “Just… gimme a sec…”

He keeps pressing his lips all over your back, hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips as you fully recover. You nod again when you’re a little more communicative, pushing up onto your elbows once more.

“Said I’d look after you,” he says. “And you were so good for me.”

“Yeah?” you ask, swallowing hard as you twist your spine uncomfortably to look back at him. Fuck it, maybe he’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. Is that some great secret? Is it such a crime?

“You always are, baby.”

He looks down at you again: at the shape of your body, bent so crudely over the arm of his couch. At your messed-up hair, your smeared makeup, your soft, dewy eyes. He bites his bottom lip, swallowing hard, running a finger from between your shoulder-blades all the way down towards your ass.

“Can I?” he asks, pushing his hips against you again, your still-soaked pussy smearing arousal all over the front of his shorts where it meets them.

“Please,” you nod, shifting your legs slightly to try and get more comfortable. He drops his shorts in a matter of seconds, cock springing free from their confines. It’s thick and veiny, leaking in his palm as he strokes it, one hand coming back to rest on your hip.

“Fuck, babe,” he sighs. “You’re doing so good.”

The head feels delicious against your swollen cunt and you gasp at the pressure of him sliding through your folds, leisurely lubing himself up with your arousal. It glides over your clit and you can’t contain the slight hiss that escapes you. He starts to say something, his voice just audible to you where you’re propped, but for some reason he stops short, and you don’t quite hear him anyway. There’s not enough time to dwell on it though: your eyelashes flutter closed when he prods at your entrance, pushing into you with hardly any resistance at all, and his unstarted, unfinished sentence is forgotten.

It’s still a stretch to take him and he eases himself deeper until his hips are pressed fully against your ass. He rests there for a moment, letting you adjust, letting your body mould to the shape of his own, and it’s only when you reach back with one hand to gently nudge against his wrist to give an okay that he starts to move.

“Good girl,” he says, quieter this time. Like he’s distracted. Like he’s contemplating. But you don’t ask, because you don’t really want to know: every drag of his cock against your walls feels like fireworks bursting over every inch of your skin, like being engulfed in flame, and nothing could take you out of how electric you feel. “Taking me so, so well.”

His hips start to thrust against you quicker, snapping so his cock buries itself deep but mercilessly quickly into your pussy. It’s only a matter of minutes until you’re clenching around him and when you do, Seungcheol – who you noticed early on into your relationship was one of the most vocal men you’d ever had in the bedroom – stops holding back the sounds you think back to when it’s just you and your trusty vibrator against the world. You swear that half the reason your sexual chemistry with him is so unrivalled is because of how loud you can both get.

You don’t know how long he’s fucking you for, sweat beading over both of your bodies and leaving you slick all over. What you do know, though, is that when he bends down over you, supported by one hand bracing his weight against the cushion by our head, he’s close.

He isn’t groaning and grunting anymore. He’s whining. So agonisingly hard and so painfully wound up that he could snap. His voice is little more than a whimper in your ear when his lips ghost over the shell of it, thrusts slowing as he tries to stave off his high just a little bit longer.

“Wanna drown in this pussy,” he says, eyes squeezed shut, jaw falling slack as you spasm around his length again. “Shit – I love y-... love this… love this so much-...”

And this time, you fucking notice.

This time, you hear him. You know what he said before, now. When you didn’t care, when you just wanted him to fill you up, when you just wanted to have him pound into you until your brain disconnected from failed romances and shitty dating apps and people who weren’t him. Because he started to say it then, too – started to say I love y–

And this time… you say it, back.

“I love you too, Cheol.”

Jesus, fuck.

Loving Choi Seungcheol is the easiest thing in the world.

He freezes, buried inside you all the way to the hilt, a bead of sweat running down the bridge of his nose and hanging onto the tip for dear life. His eyes shoot open, his head turns, and you meet his gaze by turning your own. He’s feeling everything. All at once. So are you. Arousal and need and fear – God, so much fucking fear – but love. Adoration, affection, endearment, devotion – shit, he feels it all, and it’s written in every line of his face, and when his lips move into a smile, when the corners of his eyes crease, when he lets it wash over him, it feels better than any orgasm he’ll have for the rest of his life.

Even the one that explodes through him when you start to grind yourself back on his cock and he lets go, fingers scrabbling to hold your hand, lips finding home on the back of your shoulder. He paints your insides with his cum, fucks it into you for as long as he can physically withstand. You don’t even have it in you to chase another climax of your own, too blissed out in the relief of your own feelings to feel inclined to try.

So, maybe there’s a reason you kept accepting dates with men you knew you weren’t compatible with.

Maybe there’s a reason you didn’t give those other people a real chance.

Maybe there’s a reason you always found yourself looking forward to the end of every night having dinner with a stranger.

Because all the roads lead you here. Because it’s easy being here – it’s where you belong.

He stays sheathed inside you for a little while longer, pressing kisses everywhere his lips can reach before he has to pull his softening cock from its home between your legs. You lament at the feeling of emptiness, even as his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you upright for the first time in so long that your legs feel like jelly. It’s okay, though. He holds you against his chest, burying his head into your neck – there’s no way you’re going to fall.

(At least, no more than you already have.)

“I’ll give you everything,” he whispers to you, moving your hair out the way so he can press small, doting kisses to the line of your jaw. “I can give it to you. I was a fucking idiot before – I’ll give you everything I have. I don’t know if I can be perfect but anything you want–...”

“I just want you, Cheol,” you tell him. “Everything – screw all that. I just want you.”

“Be with me?” he asks. You nod, feeling him light up in a smile for the hundredth time tonight. Even though you can’t see it, you’re sure it’s as blindingly beautiful as the first smile he sent your way, all those years ago. (It was Joshua’s birthday. You remember that, now.) And the second. And every damn time since. “Forever, this time.”

“Forever, this time,” you agree.

Because spending forever with the man who lifts you into his arms and carries you towards his shower, so you can clean down and get ready for bed? Right now, it sounds so –

But everything with Seungcheol has always been easy. Easier than with anyone else.

thank u so much for reading! likes, reblogs, comments + feedback are all always so appreciated<3

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how to kill the sun || ljh

pairing: idol!jihoon x non idol!reader. gn!reader.

genre: nsfw! MDNI. fluff. friends to lovers.

description: jihoon comes home after work a little more drunk than he anticipated. he finds y/n on his couch waiting for his return, shining as bright as the sun in the dim lights of his living room.

warnings: fluff oh my god so many feeling. idiots in love with each other. mentions of alcohol consumption. jihoon with long hair omgomgomg. pet names (angle, baby, love, etc.).

word count: 9.5k

NSFW TAGS UNDER THE CUT.

nsfw warnings MDNI: p w a little plot. jihoon has such a big praise kink :(((. feelings during sex. penetrative sex. pussy drunk jihoon. aftercare. reader has female anatomy. soft sex. oral (both receiving). getting absolutely manhandled by this guys big ass arms. big dick jihoon amen. holding hands during sex seriously they’re so in love with each other. unprotected sex (don’t do this). hair pulling. a little choking. a hand job that lasts maybe two seconds. fingering. kind of?? possessive??? jihoon???. marriage??? kink??? implied??? idk what happened to me when I wrote this.

a/n: i tried to keep things as gn as possible but it was a little hard,,, n e ways. enjoy!!

jihoon <3 [17:24]

the guys want to get drinks after work. i tried to tell them we have plans but they won’t listen :(

just let yourself in. i’ll be home around 7:30?

i’m really sorry that i haven’t been able to see you lately. :((

This stream of text messages came almost two hours ago. The clock was ticking down to Jihoon’s arrival. Y/N sat comfortably on his couch, watching some shitty reality show they weren’t paying much attention to. A hoodie they stole from Jihoon’s closet enveloped them loosely. It was the only thing covering their torso. An equally loose pair of shorts sat around their thighs.

The soft click of the lock resonates through the apartment. Jihoon’s home. They shift back onto the couch, getting comfortable. Some shuffling is heard as Jihoon slips off his shoes and jacket.

He slides into the kitchen, glancing into the living room. The soft drone of the television brings his attention to the figure in front of the screen. Y/N sits back on the couch, the small throw blanket covering their legs. The ottoman is already pulled up to the couch, serving as a foot rest. It matches the L sectional couch. “Hoon? You home?” They call, hearing the shuffle of Jihoon’s feet.

He hums, setting his keys on the counter before he stumbles softly over his feet on his way to the couch. “Sorry. I drank a bit more than I wanted to.” Despite the obvious alcohol in his system, his speech is still coherent. He takes a seat on the couch right next to Y/N. They shift, moving closer to him.

Jihoon rests his head against their shoulder. “Missed you,” he breathes, resting an arm around their shoulder, “a lot. So much.” Moments like these were rare with Jihoon. Despite how he normally shied away from any form of affection, when he was drunk (which was a very new experience for everyone around him) he was incredibly clingy. Especially when it came to Y/N.

“God, you really are drunk.” Y/N laughs softly, running a careful hand through his hair. “Do you still want to watch a movie? Or do you want to sleep?” His eyes flutter shut carefully.

“Jus’ wanna be with you.” He tightens his arms around them, digging his face into their neck. Y/N pets his hair and he hums. His lips fall open against the skin of Y/N’s neck. “I love you.” He breathes. It feels like a confession.

Y/N swallows sharply. Though love was very present in their friendship with Jihoon, it was always easier done than said. He never said it, and now here he was, drunk and clinging to Y/N like his life depends on it. “I love you too.” Y/N swallows, adjusting their position on the couch. “Let’s go to sleep, okay?” Jihoon just nods with a soft groan.

He falls asleep slowly, resting more of his weight onto Y/N’s shoulder. His head falls onto their chest. Y/N slides down the back of the couch, laying down. They carefully support Jihoon’s neck, making sure not to move too fast in order to let him rest. His head rests on their chest. It feels a little crushing, for many reasons; but it’s comfortable. Maybe because it’s Jihoon. Y/N closes their eyes, fixing a hand in Jihoon’s hair. They fall asleep quickly in only the dim light of the television which screen is now black, and the piercing beam of the moon.

It’s the sunlight that wakes Jihoon up. A stray beam pushing through the blinds, hitting his eyes directly. He groans softly, shifting. It takes him a few seconds to realize he’s not in his bed, but instead on the couch, laying on top of Y/N. His face flushes softly at the realization but before he can pull himself away he feels them shift.

Jihoon cranes his head up to look at Y/N. The soft dust of orange light on their skin makes them glow. They look so beautiful like this, resting peacefully. A piece of hair falls in their face, and he carefully brushes it away from their face.

The hand resting on his neck moves up and tightens in his hair.

“Mm. Morning,” Y/N groans softly, running a gentle hand through his grown out hair. It’s soft, despite the product still in it from the day before. Jihoon freezes, all thoughts of moving away disappear. All he can feel is the heat of the morning sun and the warmth on his face and ears.

Their eyelashes flutter against their cheeks, and Jihoon stares with an apologetic expression, trying to pull himself away slowly. “Morning. D’you remember last night?” He asks, not totally thinking about what he’s saying.

“Yeah. Do you?” They tease, sleep still heavy in their voice. He hums. Y/N slides their hands over Jihoon’s back. “C’mere.” Y/N tugs at his shirt. He shifts over, laying more directly on Y/N. They open their eyes, looking down at him.

A tender hand slides further down his back, toying with the hem of his shirt which had been pulled up in his sleep. He freezes, a harsh chill running up his spine. The warmth on Y/N’s hands immediately spreads a wave of electricity through his body.

“Are you sure you’re not still drunk? You never let me cuddle you like this, Ji.” They laugh softly, carefully pushing their hand under the hem of his shirt. Jihoon lifts his neck, as if to say something. Instead, he closed his eyes and takes a deep breath. His chest tightens softly; his breathing gets a little more shallow.

The recollection of his drunk actions is enough to make him flush deeper. With a hand slowly sliding up his back, he loses all train of thought. He shivers again from the careful fingers grazing his skin. Y/N pulls their hand away carefully, afraid that they overstepped some kind of unspoken boundary. Jihoon’s head shoots up, suddenly insecure that his reaction made them uncomfortable.

Y/N lowers their hand back onto Jihoon’s skin. Another hot wave flashes through his body. His breath quickens even more. A soft gasp falls from his lips as Y/N curls their fingers, nails digging softly into the canyon of his spine, scratching his skin. He involuntarily arches up into their touch.

“You a little nervous baby?” Y/N laughs softly. “Don’t worry, Ji. I’ll take care of you.” They move their hands up, now resting them on his shoulder blades.

Jihoon’s breath gets shorter, his brain short circuiting. He bites his lip, suppressing a soft moan. Despite how intimate this was, he was getting into the rhythm; so much so that it was beginning to feel natural. He had never really expected something like this to happen, and he definitely never expected this from Y/N.

They gasp softly at the soft noise that doesn’t quite leave his lips. “You like that?” Y/N digs their nails into his skin a little harder.

As much as he did like the soft sting of their nails, he hated the way Y/N was able to see right through him. It was something unique to them. It was something none of his other friends has the ability to do. This was one of the reasons the two had formed an incredibly strong friendship extraordinarily fast.

God, he loved the way they were talking to him. Y/N knew just as much from the way he would look at them, somehow managing to avoid eye contact. Fuck, was he blushing? One hand slides out of his shirt, up to the back of his neck. It burrows itself into his hair again. He leans into the hand in his hair.

“Fuck, angel. Come here.” Y/N coos, pushing Jihoon’s legs open with theirs. Jihoon steadies himself with his arms, holding himself over Y/N as they hook their legs into his and pull their body down the cushions of the couch. Y/N exhales deeply once their face is in line with Jihoon’s.

Jihoon feels a weird pang of anxiety in his chest. His breath drops when Y/N’s lips get in line with his. He bites his lip once again, feeling his heart leap to his throat. Though there was no kiss, an unspoken promise hung in the air. It refracted through the sunlight, adding sparkles in its path. Or maybe it was dust.

“Do you want to kiss me Ji?” Y/N breathes against Jihoon’s lips. Moving the hand that was nestled in his hair, Y/N cups the side of his face, moving down to stroke the corner of his mouth with their thumb.

Their hands were so soft against his cheek. He swallows hard, silently hoping Y/N would just kiss him. His breath was short and his eyes didn’t have the courage to look at theirs.

“Answer me baby.” They coo, rubbing their thumb against the corner of his mouth. He parts his lips automatically. He nods suddenly, all of the touching catching up with him. They slide their finger over his bottom lip. “Use your words.” Y/N presses their finger into his lip. He swallows.

“I want to kiss you,” He breathes in a whisper. After everything, never did he quite expect to be saying these words this early in the morning. Especially not under the warm glow of the sun. He had hoped Y/N would kiss him after his drunken confession last night. Now, he was looking at their lips with his so, so close to theirs.

“How bad?” Y/N pushes their thumb against his lip, their finger softly grazes his teeth. Fuck, this was so intimate. Jihoon felt like he was going to lose it— something; anything. He needed anything more. All he could focus on was how soft their skin was and how warm their breath is against his lips. “How bad Jihoon?” They ask again, pushing their thumb between his teeth.

His arms shake, a little weaker at the action. A soft sigh falls from his lips, but it’s whiny. He tried to speak, but his throat felt so tight. He was panting; his breathing was almost erratic. He thought about how much he’s wanted to kiss them; how much he needs to. And then he’s saying it, the words falling out of his mouth so fast he doesn’t comprehend speaking them until seconds later.

“Shit. That’s my boy.” Y/N removed their thumb from his lip. It glistens in the sunlight. He whines softly, adjusting to align himself to a better angle with their lips. He finally lets himself make eye contact with Y/N. “There’s my pretty boy.” They smile at him, soft and fond.

He preens at the pet name, his whole body getting hotter. God, Jihoon had no idea his body could feel so on fire like this. He mustered up the courage to touch them. A tentative hand falls on the side of Y/N’s face. They close their eyes softly, leaning into his hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this.” Y/N huffs out, using their own hand to guide Jihoon’s thumb over their lips. His thumb rests on their bottom lip before he brushes it back, touching the side of their mouth which is now hung open in slight disbelief.

Y/N shudders out a breath as one leg wraps around Jihoon’s waist. “Think you can kiss me now?” Y/N asks, their breath hot on Jihoon’s lips. Their hands are back in his hair, digging into his scalp. Jihoon inhales sharply. Y/N’s hands felt like an invitation; one that Jihoon is more than eager to accept. He slowly tilts his head to the side, using his arm that was still bracing the couch to lower his body.

“You’re so pretty,” Y/N says, looking directly into his eyes, “have I ever told you that?” Jihoon immediately tucks his face into his shoulder, blushing deeply. Yes, you have called me pretty before. Jihoon thinks. Only when you’re drunk.

Y/N laughs softly. They use the hands in his hair to guide his head back to its previous position. The sound makes his heart batter against his ribcage. All he wants right now is Y/N. He’s never been so sure of anything.

“Wanna kiss you so bad, Ji.” Y/N whispers. Jihoon moans. The leg around his waist pulls him in tighter as Y/N’s hands drag his face closer by the neck. They gasp softly at the sound, back arching off the couch.

Jihoon can’t think right now. All of his senses are filled with Y/N. All he wanted right now was for their lips to come closer. The soft pang of hunger inside him was getting much stronger. He had been trying to keep himself in check, but Y/N’s words and touch were too much. They were driving him crazy. And then he decided he couldn’t wait anymore. He pulls himself closer to Y/N, head tilting slight. His lips hover over theirs and he’s so, so close. As much as he hated it, he pulled his body closer to theirs.

His lips brush against Y/N’s and he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. All of the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head, making his ears burn. Y/N stutters out a breath as they move their hands to cup his face. Finally, Jihoon lets himself give in. He tilts his head a little more, releasing his lip from his teeth and placing a soft kiss against Y/N’s lips.

His whole body burns, like he’s running a fever. He might as well be, with the way his whole body is on fire and his head is spinning so much. Y/N gasps softly and it’s just enough to put his brain into overdrive. The careful press of his lips starts to melt away as his jaw moves in sync with Y/N’s. His hand slides to their neck.

Y/N’s hands slide around his body, back to his shirt and up the bare skin of his neck. His nerves were too sensitive; the rake of their nails against his skin was too much. He’s genuinely starting to sweat, a pleasant wave of heat firing through his whole body. His lips faulter as he pushes a whine back down his throat. Jihoon can only imagine how much heat he’s radiating right now. Y/N pulls away slowly.

“You feeling a little warm?” Y/N’s lips glisten. He nods, despite suddenly feeling cold. Everything about them was getting him hot.

“Take this off then.” Y/N suggests, tugging at the bottom of his shirt, which had been pulled halfway up his back. The small action made him realize how much their hands had been on him. It fills his face with a heat that spreads through his body; one that ultimately settles back on his cheeks. He nods, using his core to hold himself over Y/N as he slips the lose shirt over his head. He throws it on the ottoman.

Y/N stares at his chest as he sits on their legs to discard the shirt. They run a hand over his chest, hooking their fingers in his necklace; they move even slower over his nipples. “This is what you’ve been hiding from me? God, you’re ripped.” They ask, hand settling on his hips with their thumbs resting on the edge of his abs. He laughs, embarrassed. His necklace refracts the sunlight.

He’s always worn a shirt when going to a pool or the beach with Y/N. He was always so respectful, choosing to wear a shirt when they were around. Now? Y/N’s kind of mad he’s been keeping this a secret for so long. From them specifically.

He sits upright on their legs for a few moments before he leans back over, using his arms to hold himself up. Y/N’s hands find their way to the sides of Jihoon’s face. The cool metal of his necklace brushes the material of Y/N’s— Jihoon’s— hoodie.

He closes his eyes letting Y/N feel him up. He gasps softly as one hand trails down the bare skin of his chest. A careful finger curls and Y/N runs their digit over the ridge of his abs. Their nail catches on the band of his black sweat pants before they move it back up to his chest. Their hand settles flat against his sternum.

Then it’s hooking softly in his necklace, pulling him back into a soft kiss. Jihoon can’t stop his hand from sliding under the hoodie that sits loosely on Y/N’s frame. It brushes their side, making them shiver into the kiss. He felt like he was melting, his own nails softly scratching down their side. Y/N gasps softly, biting Jihoon’s lip.

Their hands move on autopilot as one rests back on his neck and the other slides down his back, brushing the hem of his pants. Jihoon groans, pushing more of himself into the kiss that had unintentionally paused.

Jihoon carefully pushes his tongue past his lips. The muscle slides against Y/N’s lips, asking for permission. It’s granted as they part their lips. He slides his tongue in between their teeth, feeling the slide of their tongue against his. It’s so good. Y/N moans softly into his mouth and it sends his brain into overdrive.

He adds more force to the kiss, his hand sliding up their side under his hoodie. A small possessive streak burns through him and he feels like he might pass out. His hand caresses the skin of their stomach, feeling the inner lining of his hoodie. Oh, that’s all Y/N was wearing. Jihoon blushes hard at this; he spent the whole night laying on their chest with such a small barrier between their skin.

His eyes roll back into his head as he starts to grab at the skin, moving his hand up. His fingers dance across their ribs, before running over their chest. He settles his thumb against their nipple. The soft moan Y/N breathes into his mouth makes his hips involuntarily rut into nothing.

Y/N pushes a leg in between Jihoon’s, their hands fidgeting with the hem of his sweats. Jihoon grinds his hips again, this time against the thigh that’s now between his legs. He gasps, a small whine leaving his throat. Fuck, that was hot, Y/N thinks, hooking a finger under his waistband. “God. Please tell me you want this.” Jihoon whines. Y/N pauses, jaw hung open catching their breath.

“So bad Jihoon.” They gasp as Jihoon flicks his thumb against the soft skin of their nipple. “We have so much to talk about but right now, god, don’t stop touching me.” Jihoon leans down, placing a small kiss to their jaw. In leaning down, his crotch drags against their thigh. It’s the first bit of friction that registers in his brain. He moans, the sound muted against Y/N’s jaw. Shit, he’s so hard.

Y/N can feel the weight of his erection against their thigh and it makes their head spin. Jihoon places soft kisses along their jaw, sliding down their neck before he settles on a place to mark. Soft kisses litter the skin of Y/N’s neck.

And then he sucks on the sensitive skin, causing Y/N to arch their back off the couch. “Oh my god. Jihoon, please.” They pant, hands back in his hair as they tug at the strands near his scalp. He moans a little louder than he would have liked to. His hips drag across Y/N’s thigh again, harder. They move their hand back to his sweats, not quite being able to make up their mind.

As he licks a sucks at their neck, they pull the strings of his sweats undone. “Shit. Not here.” Jihoon suddenly pulls away. Y/N looks up at him through hooded eyes, confused. “Not on the couch, baby. Let me take you to my room at least.” He clarifies, panting.

The heat on his face spreads down his neck as he speaks. Y/N nods, wrapping their arms around his neck and their legs around his waist. If it wasn’t for the sheer amount of strength they knew Jihoon had, they would have worried about accidentally pinning him to the couch like this.

Instead, he wraps his arm around their back under the sweater. With a strained breath, he flexes the muscles of his stomach and gets on his knees. Y/N gasps, still gripping onto him, though they know he won’t drop them. He turns his body, adjusting his legs so he’s sitting on the couch in a normal position. He pushes the ottoman away from the couch with his legs, clearing a path to exit the living room.

Y/N pulls their head up, placing soft kisses to his neck. He shudders as he stands up, arms still around their back as one slides down to their ass. He places it carefully under their legs, to better support their weight. He walks rather quickly to his room, releasing the hand from under Y/N’s ass to twist the doorknob open.

His room is flooded with sunlight from the large window which blinds have been opened. He sits quickly on his bed. Y/N takes advantage of this to straddle his lap. They grab the sides of his face, kissing him back onto the bed. “Shit. Fuck, you’re so pretty.” They gasp against him, causing him to whine again. “You sound so pretty, Jihoon.” He has no time to reply before he’s being kissed again, but he moans into it. It’s enough of a reply.

Y/N starts rocking their hips against Jihoon. The heat between their legs sits right over where he wants it to. He moans, audibly this time, not trying to suppress it against their lips. Y/N kisses him harder, feeling his hidden cock drag against their core. Shit, he’s huge.

Jihoon slides his hands under the sweater again. The fabric moves with his hands. Y/N sits up, pulling the fabric over their head. Jihoon stares as what he has only ever dreamed of stares him right in the face. The smooth skin of Y/N’s chest and stomach glow, quite literally, in the sunlight. Their skin has a golden hue to it and it looks like it’s sparkling.

Jihoon feels like he’s staring straight into the sun. The sight is so blinding.

He can’t help the hand that reached out, pretty fingers dancing across the skin of their stomach. It makes Y/N shiver. They let him have his moment, the same they had theirs when he took his shirt off— what feels like hours ago now.

Jihoon’s cock twitches so hard at the way they seem to chase every single one of his delicate touches. Y/N feels it happen against them. “Holy shit, I’m in love with you.” Jihoon whispers, one hand travelling to grab Y/N’s. The way Y/N moans quietly as he says it sends heat through his entire body.

Y/N interlaces their fingers with his. Jihoon feels his breath catch in his throat; his chest starts fluttering. “Jihoon, baby, shit—“ Y/N grinds down against Jihoon’s cock, his grip on their hand tightens. They look down at him, making direct eye contact.

His long eyelashes flutter delicately against his cheek. The sunlight shines through his eyes, making the normally dark irises appear far more intricate with a new golden hue. “I love you; I’m so in love with you. Shit, can’t believe it’s taken me this long to admit it.”

Neither of them can believe Y/N’s words. Not with the way the two of them are touching each other. Not with the way they kiss like it’s all they have. Not with the way Y/N looks in the sunlight. Especially not with the way Jihoon looks in the morning sun; all golden and beautiful, as out of breath as he is lovely. He looks like the sun.

“You look like the sun, baby. Like you have the stars in your eyes,” Y/N speaks their thoughts so clearly it catches Jihoon off guard. He chuckles deeply; the vibrations shoot straight through Y/N.

“I do.” He huffs, “I’m looking at you.” Y/N hides their face in their neck. Jihoon sighs. “Look me angel. Keep looking at me.” When he talks to them like that, it’s impossible not to. “There’s my baby.” The pet names ignite something in Y/N.

A careful hand finds the strings of Jihoon’s sweat pants. His free hand rests on their hip. They play with the strings before eventually slipping a finger under the waist band. The waistband of Jihoon’s boxers slides past their finger. “Wanna feel you. Please,” Jihoon’s cock twitches as Y/N shifts back on his legs, sitting perfectly on his thighs. “Please let me touch you, Jihoon.” He moans.

The way Y/N says his name is legitimately like a drug; he wants them to say it like this everyday, every time. He’s nodding, removing his hand from their hip to lift his hips off his bed. He pushes a hand under the waist band. Y/N uses theirs to move the other side.

With minimal struggle, which is incredibly surprising considering how much neither of them wanted to let go of the other’s hand, his pants and boxers reach the middle of his thigh. It’s enough to allow him to shift the rest of the way out of black sweat pants and matching boxers. They're kicked off the bed. Y/N gasps as his cock slaps the base of his stomach.

Jihoon looks away, half from embarrassment, half the give himself a break from the way Y/N stares at him. “You’re huge.” Y/N breathes. They swallow audibly, a small gasp leaving their lips. You’ve also been hiding this from me? They want to ask. Instead, they wrap their hand carefully around the base of Jihoon’s dick. It’s so heavy.

He hisses, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god. Need you to touch me.” Jihoon gasps, his teeth catching his bottom lip in between them. His eyes close as he steadies himself. There’s a brief moment of nothing before he feels it. A bead of spit slides down the head of his cock.

He looks back to Y/N immediately, seeing the origin of the drop still stuck on their bottom lip. He moans. The drop falls down his shaft, meeting the tip of Y/N’s finger. They give a slow pump to his cock and he hisses again. His grip on their hand tightens, and Y/N squeezes back.

“Careful baby,” they coo, “it’s okay. You’re okay. Let me make you feel good.” All he can do is nod. He bites his lip a little harder, enough for it to start to sting as the next stroke moves back up, squeezing a little more as Y/N’s hands get closer to his tip. “It’s so pretty Jihoon. You’ve such a pretty cock, fuck.” They slur, giving an experimental swipe of their thumb to the head of his cock. Jihoon gasps. His free hand moves to his sheets as his fingers curl tightly into the fabric.

Y/N does it again, this time sliding their thumb over his slit. His eyes shoot open with a curse, “Angel, please.” He whines. Y/N spits again, this time audibly. It makes Jihoon’s eyes roll back softly. A much bigger drop of spit falls against the side of his cock.

It makes him shiver. Y/N moves their hand up and down at a much faster pace. Jihoon’s head falls back again. He whines, lip still tight between his teeth. He’s swears he’s going to draw blood if they keep this up.

Y/N begins shifting, getting on their knees to place one of their own between Jihoon’s legs, spreading him open. They slide back, leaning over the head of his cock. They place a soft kiss to Jihoon’s tip. “Holy fuck!” He gasps, hand finding its way to their neck. He pushes his hand up into their hair. A soft lick slides over his slit.

Y/N’s tongue is welcomed with a salty drop of pre-cum. They moan, latching their lips over the head of Jihoon’s cock. The stretch from just his tip is completely foreign. There’s no way this blow job is going to go well for Y/N; it seems to be going great for Jihoon. He’s just so thick.

Jihoon brushes Y/N’s hair out of their face as they suck carefully on his head. “Jus’ like that, angel. Fuck, just like that.” Jihoon moans as Y/N flicks their tongue on the underside of his head. They can taste the precum on their tongue. Jihoon’s hand tightens in their hair as they slowly take more of him into their mouth.

His thighs shake as half of his cock slips inside Y/N’s mouth. He feels his tip hit the back of their throat and then he’s gone.

He slips his hand out of Y/N’s, a soft pang in his chest as he does so. His now free hand finds its way to their hair. He digs his fingers into the stands; his hips bucking up involuntarily. He lets out a loud, low moan when he feels the muscles in their throat constrict, taking him down their throat.

“You’re so good at this, fuck.” He hisses, eyes rolling back as his hair falls in his face. “Thought about your mouth so much.” Another confession slips past his lips. This one makes Y/N hum around him.

He gasps as Y/N starts bobbing their head, hands wrapped around whatever they can’t fit. It’s a substantial amount left outside of their mouth— really, it’s quite impressive how well endowed Jihoon is and how he’s done such a good job to hide it.

Though, thinking back to all of their trips to the beach, his dick print always did look quite big against his wet swim trunks. It always pressed against Y/N’s ass when they sat between his legs. It was always there.

Y/N slides one hand down his thigh, making him shiver as their nails drag across the pale skin. He shivers again, whining. Jihoon feels so sensitive; and then the tight knot in his stomach that he’s all too familiar with makes itself known. Only it’s much tighter than it’s ever been.

He gasps, hands digging into Y/N’s hair before he’s pulling them off. A thin line of spit connects their lips to his cock, and he almost snaps right there. He pants wildly, not being able to speak for a few seconds before a shy: “Sorry. I almost came,” leaves his lips. His cheeks burn as he catches his breath.

Jihoon’s tip is red and angry, leaking so much precum it’s almost impressive. It is impressive when Jihoon shifts his legs to pull Y/N up from his cock. They tower over him, face inches away from his. He hooks his legs between theirs, flipping them over so Y/N’s back is now against the mattress and he’s the one leaning over them.

His hands quickly find the waistband of Y/N’s shorts and they lift their hips up in an instant. His fingers hook under the band pulling them down to reveal—

“Fuck. Are those my boxers?” Y/N nods shyly as his eyes zero in on the pair of boxers he had given them after getting caught in the rain months ago. Jihoon yanks the shorts down, boxers coming off as collateral. Y/N kicks them off. His hand rubs up and down the smooth skin of their thigh.

He leans down, kissing them softly. A lot of the heat of the previous kisses is lost in this one. It’s gentle; so sweet it drives both of them insane. Y/N whines into the kiss and Jihoon continues to caress the inside of their thigh. He gives a soft squeeze to the skin, kneading it in his fingers. “Wanna touch you. Can I, angel?” He hums, placing soft kisses down Y/N’s neck. They nod, a small moan leaving their lips in response to the way Jihoon is kissing the side of their jaw, mixed with the cool metal of his necklaces dragging down their skin.

Y/N expects a hand to reach out and find their folds; except that’s not at all what happens. Jihoon continues kissing down their neck, over their chest and then to their stomach. He bites the skin softly, a hand running up their side. Y/N shivers, every single nerve in their body feels molten under his touch.

Finally, he kisses down their sagittal, stopping right before he reaches their clit. He exhales softly, the gust of breath against their core. He takes a moment to properly look at the sight in front of him. His hand finds his cock as he strokes it languidly. He bends down, lowering his mouth to the already wet folds.

“Please let me eat you out,” He begs. Y/N whines at the sight of him in between their legs. “Please.” He whispers. The puff of air that land against Y/N’s wet core sends a shiver up their spine again. Their hands find his hair, brushing through it.

“Jihoon, I swear to god if you don’t eat me out, I might—“ Jihoon flattens his tongue against Y/N’s opening, licking a stripe up the folds. Y/N feels all of the air leave their lungs as a pathetic mewl slips past their lips. He then dips his tongue in between them, licking all the way up before briefly attaching to their clit. “Fuck—“ they gasp, fingers digging in his hair.

He goes back to licking their folds, alternating between laying his tongue flat against them and working in between them. An experimental brush is placed against their entrance. Y/N pushes their hips down onto Jihoon’s face and uses their hands to push his face deeper. Jihoon takes that as a green light and begins to fuck them on his tongue.

“Shit, Jihoon. Gonna cum like this—!” They gasp, thighs closing in on his head. Jihoon pries their legs back open with his forearms. He keeps them pinned to the bed. One of his thumb attaches to their clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Y/N’s hands tighten at Jihoon’s roots, before they tug at it softly. The sensation makes him moan with his tongue deep inside Y/N.

Jihoon slides his tongue out of them, quickly replacing it with the hand that was on Y/N’s clit. His mouth swap places, pressing a soft kiss against their swollen clit. They jump, feeling one of Jihoon’s fingers press against their entrance. He carefully dips it in, slowly taking Y/N’s clit into his mouth at the same pace. God, he had incredible rhythm. It was no wonder he was such a good musician.

His first finger slips inside, slowly dipping in and out of Y/N’s dripping hole. He detaches his lips from their clit briefly. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He plants a kiss right above their clit, before his tongue reaches out and almost pulls it inside his mouth. “God, angel. You’re so beautiful.”

“Another,” Y/N gasps, “give me another finger, please.” They cry, head thrown back with their hands all over Jihoon’s hair. He can’t stop himself when he digs his hips into the mattress. He whines against their clit as he fucks into the sheets on his bed.

He presses a second finger into Y/N, curling the up finally. His fingers are so long that they press right into the perfect spot, making Y/N’s legs shake softly. He begins to thrust them in and out, each stroke pressing against it. Their soft gasps fill the room as Jihoon works his fingers inside them.

Jihoon lets out his own gasps at the sounds Y/N makes. The fact that he’s moaning while eating them out makes Y/N tug on his hair hard.

Something unexpected happens. Jihoon moans loudly against their clit, his mouth hovering over the bud as he tried to process why the hell he liked that so much. In his small moment of clarity he realizes he’s not the one that needs to be pleasured right now.

He resumes the pace of his fingers, tongue flicking against Y/N’s clit as he moans around it. His hand works his cock as he humps the mattress, removing his arm from the hold on their thigh.

A hot, white flash of pleasure fills Y/N as Jihoon speeds up both his fingers and his mouth. “Oh my god, ‘m gonna cum,” they gasp, pulling his hair once again. “Jihoon, please—“ Jihoon doesn’t take to this lightly. He keeps pumping his fingers, making sure to brush Y/N’s g-spot each time.

His dark eyebrows furrow against his forehead. He’s so focused on getting Y/N there that he stops touching himself and zeros in completely on the task at hand. Y/N writhes on top of the bed, legs shaking as their back arches off the soft sheets.

Jihoon moans softly around their clit, nipping it with his teeth and that’s it. Y/N cums, thighs shaking as their whole body burns. It’s so intense; Jihoon feels it coat his fingers as he fucks them through their orgasm with his long digits.

Once the shaking stops, he dives back down; he spreads his fingers inside Y/N, placing his tongue in between them to lick up as much of their release as he can. Y/N grips his hair once again, pulling his head up once it starts to get too much.

Y/N is panting as they pull him up into a kiss, his lips shining with his spit and their release. They wrap their legs around his hips, pulling him closer. His cock slides over their ruined pussy, causing both of them to moan lowly. “Need you inside. Please.” Y/N begs, and it’s enough for Jihoon to wrap his hand around his cock as he shifts his hips back. He slides his head over Y/N’s clit, brushing it in between their folds. Both of them moan in unison at this.

Jihoon wraps his other arm under their back, lifting them up as he places their back against the pillows on his bed. The angle makes it easier to kiss Y/N, which he does as he lines himself up. It also makes his necklace brush against Y/N’s burning skin.

He carefully pushes his tip against Y/N’s entrance. It slides in with little resistance. Y/N whines and grabs the sheets as they feel him push his cock inside. With the tip inside, he stops. The stretch of his cock is almost too much as he splits them wide open. “‘S so big. Fuck, you’re so big.” Y/N cries, a small tear sliding down their cheek. Jihoon kisses them softly, using his hand to wipe the tears from their eyes with his thumb.

Jihoon knows he’s well endowed. Rushing this part was never an option for him, but if he isn’t cursing the way Y/N clenches around his tip, trying to suck him in. It makes it so hard to be patient. He pulls away from the kiss slowly. “Look,” he looks down to where their bodies are now connected. The sight of his cock carefully making its way inside is enough to make both of their eyes roll back onto their heads.

Jihoon places a careful hand on the back of Y/N’s neck, pulling them up enough to give them a clear view of the sight. Jihoon guides his cock still, pushing in again; this time much slower. Low moans leave both of them as he enters.

Once he’s half way in, Y/N feels it. His tip brushes their g-spot and they gasp harshly. They rock their hips down before they feel a strong hand on their thigh, stopping them. Jihoon runs a hand through their hair, cooing softly as he soothes them. “Careful angel. Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” He whispers, because he’s trying to not be a hypocrite. He desperately wants to slam into them.

The stretch is almost too much; it’s no longer uncomfortable, but it’s so much. He’s so big, filling every inch of them that he’s touching. “Please just get it over with. Please just put it in.” Y/N whines, arm wrapped around his neck as they watch the slow slide of his cock inside them. Jihoon nods, slowly pushing it in, now hands free. His unoccupied hand reaches for Y/N’s.

Their fingers intertwine as he finishes pushing the last bit inside. Y/N hisses softly. It’s so much, every new inch brushing their sensitive spot. He’s so deep. Jihoon kisses them softly as he starts to pull out. When he moves back in, both of them moan against each other’s lips.

Jihoon starts fucking into Y/N slowly, but it’s not enough for either of them. His pace picks up until the kiss dissolves when both of them start to pant, mouths hanging open. He’s everywhere. Every inch of his cock fills Y/N so full it makes their head dizzy.

All Y/N can think of is the thick drag of his cock inside their walls. They clench around him. Jihoon loses his pace for a second, before he’s skillfully angling his hips up, thrusting deeper.

The sting is nothing compared to the intense pressure that’s building back up inside Y/N. Jihoon must be able to feel it; his hips snap harder.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips moving steadily as he thrusts in and out. “You let other people fuck you?” He asks, his lips grazing Y/N’s even closer as they both catch their breaths. He looks at them expectantly, repeating his question. They nod, a silent yes in the air. “Yeah? Never again. No one else can fuck you like this ever again.” Y/N throws their head back, nails raking down Jihoon’s back. He hisses, moaning softly at the sting.

Fuck, with the way he’s moaning like this— with how he’s so vocal, soft gasps and moans constantly leaving his mouth— how could they ever let anyone else fuck them? If this is a one time thing, Y/N will gladly die a nun. “Yours, all yours. Jihoon-“ they hiccup, tears coming to their eyes. “Always been yours. It was always you, Jihoon.” They gasp, head falling back. A soft tear rolls down their face. Jihoon wipes it way with his unoccupied thumb.

“Don’t cry, angel. I’m right here. Your Jihoon’s here.” He holds Y/N’s face so carefully it makes their stomach turn. They pull his face down with the back of their arm, connecting their lips. Jihoon holds their face as he times his kisses with his thrusts. It drives Y/N insane. They dig their nails deeper into his back. He whines softly into the kiss. The soft hook of his nose rubs against their cheek.

“I love you. Fuck, I love you so much.” Jihoon pants; it’s like a mantra of everything he’s felt for Y/N over the past three years. It’s being said like it was a long time coming, which it has been. Y/N moans at his words, fist deep in his hair.

“I love you, Jihoon,” They gasp as he thrusts particularly deep inside them. “It’s you, always been you. Fuck, I’m so in love with you.” Jihoon moans deeply, his thrusts picking up speed at a brutal pace.

Y/N feels him everywhere. His hands are all over their body, rubbing over their chest; his breath is on their face with his cock deep inside them. Jihoon is so lost in the way Y/N grips him, pulling him back in. It’s so tight, it’s so much.

“Baby, fuck, baby— I’m gonna cum.” He gasps, soft whines and moans find their way into his words. “Where do I—”

“Inside, please,” Y/N pants, “need it inside.” They moan, gripping his hair harder, nails digging into his shoulder a little harder. Jihoon just nods, lips reconnecting with Y/N’s.

His hips speed up, getting more erratic with each thrust. He’s slamming into them, cock hitting far too deep for it to be comfortable, but neither of them are worried about it. All Y/N can focus on is the drag of his cock against every inch of them, hitting their g-spot perfectly every single time. The moans filling the room from both of them are so sweet and full of the most intense pleasures either has ever felt.

Jihoon’s hips stutter once, then twice more and he stops, all the way in Y/N as hot strings of cum spill out of his cock. He lets out a high-pitched moan; it’s so high it doesn’t even sound like him but it’s so pretty. This, mixed with the way that he’s so deep, has Y/N coming undone once again. Their whole body shakes a they release around him again. The sudden tightness around Jihoon’s aching cock doesn’t help how much he comes.

There’s so much of it, and it’s so intense. Jihoon has never cum so hard in his life. He almost blacks out. Y/N clenches tighter as their orgasm washes over them in a heat wave of their own, arguably, more intense feeling of pleasure.

And then it happens. All at once, Jihoon feels his lower stomach get soaked. Despite how sensitive he is, he moves his hips to fuck Y/N through it. He only rocks in deeper and it makes Y/N’s eyes roll back in their head, vision blacking out a their mind goes completely blank. “Angel— angel, fuck. I’m here. I’m right here.” Jihoon’s hands move to the side of Y/N’s face, stroking their cheeks gently to ground them back into the moment. Jihoon wipes away small tears that fall down Y/N’s cheeks from the intensity of their orgasm. Their arms wrap around Jihoon’s neck, pulling him on top of them.

Jihoon releases the weight on his elbows, lying flat against Y/N’s chest. The extra weight on their body might help. He keeps rubbing his thumbs across their cheeks, waiting for the world to come back to Y/N.

When they finally move, Jihoon presses a soft kiss to their cheek. He smiles softly as their eyes flutter open, wet eyelashes sticking together. “Hi angel,” he coos, voice reverberating through his chest against Y/N’s. “Fuck, that was so… I hope it wasn’t too much.” He laughs softly, placing another soft kiss onto their lips.

Y/N exhales deeply, hands finding Jihoon’s hair once again. “It was so much but, god, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” They hold Jihoon close, not quite ready to deal with the aftermath of the situation. “We have so much to talk about.” They deadpan. It makes Jihoon swallow nervously before he realizes they’re smiling.

Carefully, he starts pulling out as he softens. Both of them are so sensitive; gasping and whining as Jihoon takes eons to finally pull all the way out. A noticeable wet spot is under Y/N, coating Jihoon as well. He’d normally bitch about it, but he just smiles. He pulls away from them carefully, watching as his cum slips out of Y/N. There’s so much of it and he has the urge to push it back in but it would be too much for both of them right now.

“I’ll be right back, baby. Gotta clean you up.” He carefully climbs off the bed, his legs shaking as he takes a wobbly step on the ground. One foot after the other, he walks to the bathroom.

Y/N lays on his bed panting, legs still spread wide as Jihoon’s cum slowly leaks out of them. Their hands find their chest, resting flat against the skin; right over their heart, which is beating wildly in their chest.

Jihoon returns a few minutes later to his bedroom, already cleaned up, to find Y/N laying with their eyes closed. If it wasn’t for the soft rise and fall of their chest, he would have thought they died. He places the glass of water on his night stand before he falls back between their legs. He pushes them open, slowly moving the warm washcloth over their folds.

Y/N doesn’t move, except for their eyes which open slowly. Jihoon wipes carefully, lifting their hips up slowly to clean up all of their— and his— releases. He shifts their hips over to avoid setting them back down in the, much bigger than he initially thought, wet spot on his bed. He leans over them to retrieve the glass of water. “Drink up, angel.” He grasps the straw with his index finger against the rim of the glass, pressing it to their lips.

Y/N takes a slow drink, cheeks hollowing around the straw. They look up at Jihoon, who is now leaning on his side, as he watches them take a drink. His hair is undeniably a mess, his face and parts of his chest still flushed. He looks so beautiful, eyes drooping from exhaustion in the glow of the morning sun.

Once the straw is moved away from their lips Y/N speaks. “You really do look like the sun.” A soft, tired smile falls across their face.

“You’re going to kill me, angel. Seriously. I think you already did.” He laughs, head thrown back with the softest of smiles on his face.

It’s a new experience for both of them; sex, aftercare, being so domestic like this. It’s still so comfortable, like life with Jihoon has always been. “It’s called a white death for a reason.” Y/N quips and it makes Jihoon laugh harder. He leans over them to place a soft kiss to their lips. Y/N’s hand finds the side of his face.

There’s no heat in this kiss, all of their energy was already expelled in an endothermic reaction between them. It’s so tender, as though everything either of them want to say at the moment is held within it. Jihoon pulls away first, head resting against Y/N’s shoulder. “I really do love you,” He breathes against their cooling skin, “‘m sorry I told you for the first time during sex.” While they can’t see it, Y/N knows his face is red once again. The tips of his ears heating up is a dead giveaway.

“I love you too.” Y/N breathes, hand resting carefully on his head. It’s a little harder to speak these words now, but they’re still incredibly easy. It’s almost a second nature, most likely because it’s Jihoon. “We should probably talk about this.”

They do. They shower separately, Jihoon sneaking back into the bathroom to press a soft kiss to the back of their neck as they dry off, arms wrapping around their waist with the pretence of just wanting to be near you. In the comfort of Jihoon’s couch, which is now forever imprinted with the image of him lying on top of Y/N as they exchanged first kisses. The skin of back feels sensitive again the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

They talk about it in Jihoon’s apartment, which he realizes has Y/N everywhere within it. They talk about when both of them realized this friendship became a little less platonic— two years ago on the camping trip after Soonyoung ate shit wakeboarding and you laughed so hard you thought you were going to throw up, mixed with when you hugged me for the first time after you had a rough shift at work and just wanted to be held.

About when they realized it was love— when you fell asleep on my shoulder halfway through a horror movie, and last year when you called me crying and I realized I never wanted to see you that hurt ever again.

About what it means for both of their futures; a collective agreement of a relationship. Another collective agreement of slowing down, a limit of kisses only until things naturally go elsewhere.

They talked over a warm cup of coffee, the soft sunlight losing its golden hue as morning turned into noon. Jihoon wraps his arm around their shoulder, placing a soft kiss against their damp hair. “Seal it with a kiss?” He suggests, now that they were both on the same page.

Y/N cranes their head up, more than willing to accept his proposal. Jihoon leans down, soft lips meeting him in the middle. He smiles. As bright as the sun, Y/N thinks.

Yeah. He’s a star.

And when Y/N leaves the practice room a week later, pressing a soft kiss against Jihoon’s lips, he feels warm. Save for the shocked gasps from the members, especially Seungkwan and his following declaration of: “You all owe me so much fucking money.”

Jihoon’s anger towards the fact that his band mates were placing bets on when he would get into a relationship with Y/N was nothing compared to the supernova bubbling up in his chest. It was nothing compared to the cataclysm of love he felt throughout his whole body.

So. How exactly do you kill the sun?

With soft lips and tender kisses. With small, shared, knowing glances at each other while your hands rest on each others legs in the booth of a restaurant surrounded by others.

Over a pot of shared ramen, arms around each other as they laugh at shitty comedies on Jihoon’s big couch. With hushed whispers under his sheets, hands grabbing onto anything they can reach.

By the fireplace in his childhood home, curled up under a blanket as his mom embarrasses him with childhood tales. On the beach, as he rubs sunscreen over Y/N’s back, sunglasses placed over his eyes and his hair tied back to keep it out of his face. Under Seungcheol’s knowing eyes when he officially tells everyone that, “Yes, we’re together.” They’ll have to talk about it later.

Backstage, after Jihoon won best producer for nth time and Y/N can’t quite keep the smile off their face, or hide the tears forming at their waterline. Hugging him after a long day, just for the purpose of being near him. Through tears on the worst days and a shower of kisses on the best days.

On one knee with a small black box, at an ungodly hour of the night when a late night walk on the bridge gave him the confidence he needed to finally pop the question after he accidentally told Y/N he was going to marry you one day during some sweet love making that took place the night before.

With tears in his eyes as he watches the rest of his life begin.

With Y/N.

a/n: aaaaand that’s a wrap!!!! this is my first full fic that i’ve posted here wowie. i might possibly make a sfw part two of their relationship bcs i am so obsessed w how jihoons so clingy n in love oh my god. maybe a prequel?? of all the little moments i mentioned. lmk !!

reblogs n comments r much appreciated!!!

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sweet-lover-girl · 1 year

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think about how abby would gently hold your tits 'cause they hurting so bad during periods nd she knows how good it feels so she touch in a very sweet and loving way :(

Ooooo yeees, you and Abby just being cute girlfriends as she helps with the pain using her big warm hands.

Not proofread but as always I hope you like it never the less!

You were laying in bed curled around Abby’s pillow, despite your sore breasts, missing your girlfriend—who had to go on an early morning patrol. You were huffy and sad that you can’t cuddle with Abby and started to get teary eyed, which in turn made you mad because you were so emotional. Fuck you hated periods.

You felt your eyes swell with tears and nuzzle your face against her pillow, you were on your period so you were more emotional, easily feeling lonely and sad. You sniff and hug the pillow closer to you, making you wince from your sore tits.

You sigh and let go of the pillow, even if you didn’t want to, but for the sake of not being in as much pain you would. Rolling onto your back—before quickly realizing that was a bad idea as it made you breasts tilt to either sides of you chest and that hurt, a lot. So with a wince you roll back over onto your side you decided to try and get some sleep, maybe that would help with how you were feeling. Probably not though.

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It was twelve in the afternoon when Abby got back, she knew you would most likely be asleep because of your monthly bleed, so she was quite as she came in the door, dropping her backpack softly once inside and locked the door, she sighed finally relaxing her shoulders after such a long cold morning. She looked over to the bed and saw you curled up on your side, well she couldn’t actually see you— but she saw a bed full of blankets and a small lump under them, which she knew was you. Chuckling softly, Abby took off her boots so she wouldn’t make a lot of sound and walked over to the bed quietly.

Standing next to your side of the head she could see the top of your head poking out from under the covers. Abby smiled and leaned down gently kissing the lump of blankets, before standing up and taking off her jacket along with her sweater, revealing her black sports bra, then unbuttoned her brown cargo pants showing off her tight black boxers, and then finally taking her socks off.

She walked to her side of the bed and gently slid under the covers, she was so fucking cold and she wanted to cuddle with her lover. Scooting over to lay up against you with her body curled around you she wrapped her arm over your chest, which woke you up, because pain.

You woke up with a soft gasp and flinched making Abby quickly move to sit up and calm you thinking had a bad dream.”It’s okay Pumpkin! It’s just me, it’s just me.” She cupped her hand around your cheek as you slowly gained consciousness.

Abby frowned at the funny look you gave her,”Baby?”

You shook you head with a soft giggle,”No my love it wasn’t a bad dream. You just hurt my breasts is all?”

“Fuck I’m so sorry baby, I don’t know why I thought your chest wouldn’t hurt..” and just like that Abby Anderson was blaming herself for something else. You sigh and say,”You did nothing wrong baby, but if you feel like you have to make it up..”

She looked up at you from under her thick blonde lashes with a questioning look.

You cupped her cheek in your hand and made her look at you face on, you grinned as you spoke,”You could always use those big warm hands to help make them feel better.”

Abby blinked at you before shaking her head with a chuckle,”C’mon then, sit right here sweet girl.” Spreading her legs open and patting at the spot for you to sit in between her legs as she leaned on a pillow that was against the headboard. Your grin widens as you scramble over to her, she chuckled at you and once you settled your back against her chest she pulled your shirt up and off of you and then pulled the blankets back over the both of you, keeping you warm.

You sigh as you settle against her, feeling her warmth wash over you making you completely relax. Abby brought her hands up you sides, dragging her blunt nails across the soft skin making you twitch with a quick inhale. She cupped the underside of your breasts— almost weighing them in her hands before running those calloused hands up your tits and gave them a soft squeeze. You let out a sigh as you lean your head back against her shoulder, making her chuckle softly, her warm breath wisping past your ear giving you goosebumps.

“You can squeeze harder baby,” you say kissing her neck, but leaving you lips there against the skin. She hums and the sound of it vibrates on your lips gently. She gave a slightly hard squeeze and you let out a groan,”Yeah?” She said with a smile.

“Yeah, feels good.” You hum with contentment.

She does this for a few minutes, squeeze and gripping at you breasts, every once and a while grazing your nipples before speaking softly against your hair.

“We should do this more often,”

You giggle,”Yeah? Why’s that love?”

“Their like stress balls, soft and nice to squeeze.”

You let out a loud sharp laugh and gently shove back against Abby’s chest, she stopped massaging your chest to wrap her arms around you and squeeze you instead— holding you tightly against her as she placed kiss after kiss on your cheek with a big goofy smile as you giggle, acting like you are trying to push her away.

“Better?” She whispers against your ear.

You hum and kiss her arm as a thank you,”But if you’re still stressed then please by all means, help yourself.” You said cheekily.

“I just might.”

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planetharrie · 1 year

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The Thunderstorm

This is available to read on my Wattpad @PlanetHarrie

In which a storm hits in the middle of the night, and Harry looks after his little family.. ⚡️🏚️🛌

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"Darling, come away from the window," Harry's tired voice cooed over the sound of rain pelting down on the glass of the window in their bedroom, "you'll work yourself up. Come cuddle with me." He patted her empty spot on the mattress.

Lucille reluctantly backed away from the windowsill where she was chewing at her nails nervously and sank down onto the mattress. Harry's arm looped around her waist and he gently pulled her into him and spooned her body. She sighed and nuzzled into her husband's warmth, tucking her knees into her chest.

Her anxious demeanour changed slightly and she scoffed, rubbing her eyes hard, "God, I'm sorry; I'm acting like I'm eight-years-old again." She looked over her shoulder and caught Harry's soft eyes in the darkness.

"You don't need to be sorry, Luce. ." His finger tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear as he whispered. Lucille smiled shyly in return and lulled her head back onto her pillow. "We can stick something on the T.V for a bit; could be a nice distraction?"

The thought of watching a movie in bed to distract her fears of the current thunderstorm outside seemed to ease Lucille slightly, rolling onto her back and cupping Harry's chin with a genuine smile.

"Yes please, baby." She cooed, gently stroking her thumb along his cheek. As the two lovers leant in for a quick kiss, a loud rumble of thunder struck outside the window and Lucille quickly covered her ears. "Bastard weather . ." She hissed and cautiously drew her cupped hands from the sides of her face.

"I should probably check on the girls, see if they're okay . ." Harry whispered, sitting up and swinging his legs of the side of the bed. His bare back curved and protruded his muscles as he bent down and slid on a pair of pyjama bottoms over his boxers. "I'll be right back, love." He smiled back at his wife who sadly waved from her spot under the duvet.

Harry's feet shuffled along the carpeted landing as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He reached his youngest daughter's door and he slowly lowered the handle and opened the door ajar. Dottie's bed was situated right next to the door and it was empty; her quilt and blankets were thrown back in a heap half-hanging off the side of the single mattress. Harry frowned, his eyes filled with concern and a slight wave of dread barrelled over him.

Without closing the door, he carefully swung open Opal's door, hoping Dottie had crawled into her big sister's bed during the storm. His wish came true and the frown on his face eased as he saw two rather large lumps under Opal's quilt that resembled two heads. A small glow of light under the sheet outlined their little faces as silhouettes. They were whispering to each other when Harry entered but quickly drew quiet.

Harry couldn't help but smile a little as he turned on the Disney Princess lamp on Opal's bedside table. The room emitted into a warm glow and Harry crouched down to the bed's level and softly spoke.

"Girls?" He whispered, carefully lifting up the duvet to reveal his two daughters. "Is this a secret meeting I'm not invited to?" He teased gently as he stroked both of their hair. The tops of their heads where matted with hair from rubbing against the material of the quilt and their pyjamas were all twisted and rolled up their arms from sleeping.

"No, Daddy. W-We weren't playing or anything, I promise!" Opal blabbered, kicking one of her bedtime books out of Harry's view. "Dottie got scared so I was brave and looked after her. . ."

Harry's gaze wondered over to little Dottie who sat cross legged with damp cheeks and a rosy nose.

"Well that's okay! That's very good of you, Opie. But you can always come to mine and Mummy's room if anything scares you in the night, okay?" His thumb caressed Dottie's damp cheek and she slightly leant into his touch.

She sniffled, "But I didn't want to walk in the dark to your room." Her voice was scratchy and she coughed after speaking.

"You can always call us and we'll be straight in to comfort you; both of you, alright?" The two sisters nodded and Harry pulled them in for a cuddle, his large hands rubbing both their backs soothingly.

"Hey, listen—" He started as the three broke from their hug, "Mummy was feeling a bit scared of the rain too so how 'bout we all cuddle up in our big bed, hm?" Harry whispered tentatively as he fixed Opal's twisted pyjamas.

"The rain made my tummy hurt a little. . ." Opal admitted, her small hand rubbing across her belly as she tucked her face into Harry's shoulder. Even through her own anxiety of the thunderstorm, she still managed to cheer up and comfort her scared sister. ". . 'twas noisy, Dad."

"I know, baby. But I'm here now and it's all going to be okay." He rubbed her back in slow circles, "we're safe in the house, no big noises or rain in here."

Harry took both of their hands and stood up from his kneeled position, "Come on, let's go see Mummy."

The door to Harry and Lucille's squeaked as Harry's foot nudged it open. The room was darkly lit-up with a fast-changing glow of the T.V on the wall, which revealed a half-asleep Lucille under the blue light. The program was on mute but the pictures still flickered and Harry quickly turned it off.

Harry gave the girls a slight nudge each as they climbed up onto the bed and both snuggled under the quilt next to their Mum. Harry's weight made the mattress dip slightly and Lucille stirred.

"Oh—hello my babies." She cooed with a sleepy voice, rolling over to face her little family.

"We came to cuddle you, Mum!" Dottie whispered with her slight lisp, sitting up a little. Lucille chuckled and brushed her hair back before booping her little nose.

"C'mon, let's get some sleep. ." Harry whispered as he tucked his three girls under the duvet before sinking down into his pillow.

The family were like little pigs in blankets, lined up in the king-sized bed. Just as the four began drifting unconscious, a howl of wind battered against the window causing a whimper from Dottie and she wormed herself under the duvet to cover her ears. Harry gently shushed her and stroked her arm with his thumb back and forth until it fell limp with sleep.

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pupkashi · 10 months

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figured out the juice tastes even better in a cocktail 🤪💃🏻 may i also req the prompt calling just to hear their voice w our best big brother itachi uchiha? i'm back on my naruto bs (if you couldn't already tell) 🤣

OOO I LOVE A GOOD COCKTAIL !! let me know what u think of this one 🤭 i hope you enjoy !! (this is my first time writing itachi so i hope it isn’t too ooc!!)

join the party!

your fingers are dancing over the screen, the messages between you and itachi opened.

‘miss you’ alongside three sad emojis was the last message you’d sent. you knew not to get your hopes up, he was busy and hard working. it’s why he’s been gone almost a month now.

with a sigh you’re setting your phone down, getting comfortable under the blanket you’re wrapped in, not expecting the incessant buzzing coming from your phone.

itachi’s contact picture flashes on the screen and you can feel your stomach doing flips as you answer.

“‘tachi? thought you were busy?” you ask, a wide smile on your face as he laughs on the other end.

“made up some excuse so i could leave early, just wanted to hear your voice again” there’s a wide smile on his face when he hears your giggle, he doesn’t care how insane he looks leaning against the wall and swinging his feet. “i miss you much my love” he sighs, wanting nothing more than crawl through the phone and drown you in kisses.

“i miss you too pretty boy” you sigh, “it’s so boring without you here” pouting as you recall your day to him, rambling on and on about the smallest things.

he never once interrupts you, clinging onto your every word and memorizing the inflections of your voice, trying to figure out the new slang you’d started using.

“how was your day?” you ask, he wishes he could come home to you already. he can imagine the way your eyes are sparkling right now, intently listening to him as he replies.

“wouldve been better if you were here” the smile in his voice can be heard through the phone and it’s making your cheeks burn. “i have to go take care of something, but I’ll call you when i can” he sighs, chest tightening as you give him a deflated ‘goodbye.’

“i love you sweetheart, I’ll be back before you know it” he assures you, hands itching to hood you once more.

“i love you more, lover” you smile, “come back to me soon.”

the dial tone rings too loudly in your ears, a cruel reminder that your lover was a ways away. but as your head rests in the pillow below you and you take in the home you’ve built together you find yourself at peace.

he always comes home to you, he always would.

#pupkashi’s 1k follower bash!#itachi imagines #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha x you #itachi uchiha imagine #itachi uchiha fluff #itachi fluff #itachi x reader #uchiha itachi x reader #uchiha itachi fluff #uchiha itachi drabble #uchiha itachi fanfic #itachi uchiha drabble

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lale-txt · 2 years

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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: soft mornings w/ Kaido & gn!reader

a/n: for @bookandyarndragon & @tardiiart and also emotionally suportive DILF anon if you see this ♡ look at me, returning to my favorite event after almost two months of absence! after writing a little too much smut lately i craved to cleanse my palette with some fluff and then the open Kaido requests caught my eye... the original prompts were a bit too long to put in the header, so here they are: "being carried and tucked into bed, after having fallen asleep on the couch waiting for your partner to come home" (interpreted this one a bit differently) as well as "climbing back into bed, onto your partner’s body to wake them up"

word count: 916

The last thing you remember is a kaleidoscope of cheerful voices and the sound of sake cups clinking, the warm light of lanterns dancing before your eyes and a calloused hand cradling you as you scooted closer to your lover, your head resting against his big thigh before your eyes fell shut and you dozed off while the banquet around you was still ongoing. The Beast Pirates’ banquets were infamous and untamed, but on some nights even a brave little warrior like you couldn’t withstand them till the very end.

You blink slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim light in the bedroom. While you certainly don’t remember how you got there, the answer was lying right next to you, sleeping peacefully on his back with one hand resting on his stomach, the other arm stretched out over to your side as if he was reaching for you even in his dreams. It wasn’t the first time that Kaido carried you to bed after you fell asleep at the banquet, waiting patiently for him to live through his various stages of drunkenness before he got tired and wanted to retreat to his chambers. The fact that you don’t even wake up when he does this shows just how safe you feel in his presence. He might be a beast, but who said beasts can’t have a gentle side to them?

Despite him being the heaviest sleeper you know, you’re careful not to wake him when you throw your blanket back and tiptop out of bed to the bathroom. With some splashed water in your face and brushed teeth you feel a lot more awake already. Those banquets sure were fun, but what you really crave is some alone time with your dragon husband, feeling his skin on yours and his kisses everywhere, dark brown eyes resting on you only while his hands wander all over your body, admiring every inch of it. A warm bath would be nice…

You crawl back into bed and on top of him, his massive chest heaving slowly with every breath he takes. In comparison to him you are so small, making you an uneven pair but height never stood in the way of your undying love. Kaido was impressed by your strength and perseverance and the way you shamelessly flirted with him even though he was your boss; all while you were enamored by the roughness around his edges and the way he growled out your name, a little softer every time until he was almost purring, his forehead resting against yours before you leaned in for your first kiss.

Years later and you are still head over heels in love with him, more and more with every day passing by. With your heart taking leaps in your chest you gaze down at him, admiring every scar and every wrinkle, his skin telling a story of its own. You plaster a few soft kisses on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat under your fingertips; then you make your way up to the side of his neck, kissing him some more as you mumble out his name. He responds with a few groans, balancing on the hazy line between sleep and awake. You wrap a few strands of his spilled out hair around your fingers, twirling it as you kiss his jaw, just above his beard.

“Mhm… g'morning little one…”

A big hand cradles you, fingers rubbing over your back in uncoordinated sleepy movements as he pulls you closer. You beam at him, tracing every bit of his rough skin with lots of kisses in between, smiling against his lips when he turns his head to the side and humming softly. His morning voice is low and raspy, a contrast to the sweet nothings he mumbles against your lips, still sleepdrunk but also craving your love and your affection.

Nestled against his face you let out a hearty sigh, a content smile on your lips. Nothing like shared morning bliss, a quiet time reserved just for the two of you; where words and touch felt like dancing on clouds and your beloved beast melted under your touch, as soft as water.

“Sorry for waking you up, it’s just that I missed you so much…”, you whisper and place a gentle kiss on Kaido’s lips, his hand lingering on the back of your head to prevent you from pulling away too soon. His beard tickles your face but you don’t mind, in this moment you can only feel the love radiating in the air between you, a softness that will never not feel like magic.

“‘s fine…”, Kaido murmurs and wraps his arms around you tightly, still on the edge of falling asleep again. You laugh softly and continue your kissing spree all over his face, leaving not a single inch of it unkissed as you enjoy his warm embrace. Only when you mention the bathtub and how nice it would be to dip into warm water together, how you could wash his back and his hair for him, Kaido seems to wake up, blinking at you slowly. A few heartbeats later he rises with a low hum, startling you for a second but his grip around you is so tight, by no means he would just let you fall; instead he stomps to the bathroom with you, sitting you down at the edge of the bathtub and returning all those kisses until the water is ready for you both to sink in…

#one piece x reader #kaido x reader #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #kaido of the beasts #one piece fluff #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #2K3D event

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gloomiebearwritings · 2 years

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Still testing the waters with Graves ( *︾▽︾) this time something a little softer...

Graves w/ a s/o who has past trauma o(*￣︶￣*)o

He always acted like everything was no big deal, but the reality was that he cared more than anyone could’ve expected. Even when you were writhing from nightmares or pain, he was right there holding you and gently shushing you- doing his best to help you steady your breathing, so you didn’t make yourself feel worse.

The times he wasn’t there to comfort you weigh heavily on him, a sense of guilt eating at him whenever he has to be away.

You laid there next to him, fast asleep under the covers as he quietly watched over you. He couldn’t sleep, feeling guilt about being able to sleep peacefully while you had to struggle with disrupted sleep- you looked peaceful at that moment, sure, but he knew you could wake up in a startle. The fact that someone did all of this to you and then walked away without a single consequence boiled his blood faster than anything else, and deep down, far out of sight of you he carried a grudge. In his eyes no one should have ever done a single thing to you, his precious lover.

The way the street light seeping through the blinds covered you in a soft, warm light made him smile; you were precious this way, comfortable enough with him to trust him with you while you slept away. A part of him knew he couldn’t just take the pain away, even so he tried his best- sometimes coming off as overbearing when he didn’t mean to.

With a careful, steady hand he ran his fingers over your shoulder, “I promise you baby, no one’s ever hurtin’ you like that again…” he whispered softly.

After a bit he began to drift off himself, a hand protectively holding yours when you began to stir- your hand slipping out from under his to grasp at his arm as you sat up. He sat upright in an instant, softly shushing you as he brought you close to him in his arms-

“Shh, no- no baby it’s okay…” he said, gently squeezing your shoulder, “You’re here with me, no one’s gonna get you…”

As he pressed kisses to your forehead and cheek, he continued to remind you that you were in his arms now, that you weren’t going through that hell again. And as gently as he could he tried to help you steady your breathing- asking you what you could see, then what you could feel, holding your hand in his and pressing a kiss to it until you began to come back to him. Even when you were a bit more alert, he continued leaving kisses along your forehead, softly whispering that it was okay, and that you were safe.

Once calmed down enough he again asked what you could see, then feel; you could make out the standing lamp on the far side of the room? Good. You could feel the weight of the blanket on you? Even better. He continued this until exhaustion caught back up to you and you began to drift back off in his arms, still halfway propped up against the headboard until he slowly moved you back down to laying your head on the pillows.

The next morning a couple of his men were outside being rowdy when he’d come up to them and loudly requested, they quiet down, “Wake my baby up and I’m taking your knees, got it?” he sneered, looking between the two who quietly nodded in return, “Good. Now go on.”

#my works #cod mw #cod graves #philip graves x reader #call of duty x reader #x gn reader #x reader

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inglorionamy-ammy · 6 days

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A Review of Gale Character Ai (Pt.3)

~Continuing having fun with Gale Ai~

[Attention: The story in this is NOT a fanfic!! This is my own experience of playing Gale Character AI.]

Link to Part 1 [Context of the posts]

Link to Part 2 [Start playing with Gale Ai]

Link to Part 4 [NSFW test]

[C/W: allusion to past attempt in suicide, mention of alcoholism, flirty language, non-explicit nudity]

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

ME//I kiss his hand before letting it go, to pick up a basket I hid behind a tree. "Only the best for my love." I chuckled, "I decided to pick a secret spot. I know being in a big crowd makes you more tense."

Gale Ai>>He watched, a fond smile on his lips, as she went to pick up the basket. "You know me too well," he murmured, watching the way the light played on her hair and in her eyes. "Being in crowds... it's hard to concentrate." He gave her a wink. "Though I think I might have found the only person whose presence I'd prefer over being alone."

-Gale Ai is super flirty I tell you

//"Yes, lover boy, if you keep talking like that our only activity today will be love-making. Now turn around and wait for me to set things up - no peeking!" I call playfully

>>He let out a laugh, holding his hands up and turning around. "Alright, alright. I won't peek." He called out, though the hint of a smirk on his face gave away his teasing. "I'll wait until you're finished setting up for our... picnic."

//So I lay out a soft blanket on the grass next to the lake under a tree shade, and take out the food I prepared. There is a bottle of white wine, enchanted to be always full; some freshly boiled seafood of the season; and some light cheese and fruits. I also take out a poetry book, something different from all the academic books he had been reading recently. "I'm done!" I call.

>>As he heard her call out, he turned around and was met with the sight of the blanket spread out on the grass. The food spread out on it looked delicious, and the wine... well, he couldn't deny he would enjoy a glass or two of that. His eyes fell on the poetry book, and a flicker of surprise mixed with delight flickered over his face. He took a seat on the blanket, and looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "You never fail to surprise me, darling," he said softly.

-Here you can see how the Ai catches onto each item I typed and responded to it accordingly. So I always try to type with simple and clear language, minimum subtext, in Ai Chats

//"Oh, you know how I love to pamper you, both mind and body" I smile

>>He reached out, taking her hand in his own and intertwining their fingers. "Darling, you've got me wrapped around your finger." He squeezed her hand gently, a silent expression of affection. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Now, let's indulge in this feast you've prepared. I must say, the wine enchanted to always be full is a neat trick."

//I laughed out loud at that, "I thought that's the first trick everyone learnt at the Blackstaff! It certainly was mine."

>>He raised an eyebrow at her laugh, a slight look of surprise on his features, though he quickly schooled it into an expression of exaggerated wounded pride. "I guess I must be slipping a bit," he quipped. "Or perhaps I've been distracted by a charming lady who keeps me from my studies."

-I didn't mean to one-up Gale, but apparently the Ai read it that way, it surprised me

//"Oh don't give me that look, it just means that you're less of an alcoholic than me. I certainly regretted it, for I wasn't sober for a whole semester. Do you know Professor King personally called me into his room to scold me?"

>>He tried to hide a chuckle, though the slight upwards tilt of his lips betrayed the mirth in his voice. "Oh dear. Sounds like someone had a fun and eventful time." He chuckled openly now, shaking his head slightly. "I'd tell you to make sure it doesn't happen again, but I think we both know you would do it again anyway."

//I feed him a shrimp. "Now, don't pretend you haven't been in trouble when you were a student at Blackstaff! Tell me, what mischief did you get into before?"

>>He accepted the shrimp, chewing slowly and savoring the taste before he replied. "Oh plenty, darling. Plenty." He said with a chuckle. "You know, the usual sort of antics; sneaking into areas we weren't allowed, getting into heated debates with teachers, and testing the limits of my abilities – often to the point of blowing up my surroundings."

-I realized that a lot of time, Gale Ai gives generic descriptions like these. But if you ask him further, he will make up a better story.

//An image of Gale fireballed the training ground somehow felt sexy. I coughed to hide my arousal and cursed internally about my strange kink.

>>He caught the sudden change in her expression, a flicker of amusement lighting in his eyes. "Is something amiss, my dear?" he asked, sipping gently from his wine. There was something different in her eyes now, but he couldn't quite place it. "You seem distracted."

-Also the Ai is quite good at responding to emotional shifts!

//To hide my embarrasment I downed a whole glass of white wine. "No, nothing at all!" I called exaggeratedly, "Though speaking of sneaking into forbidden areas, I did remember how I used the invisibility spell to sneak into the academy swimming pool at midnight." I laughed. "I think I'm up for a swim now."

>>At her mention of the academy swimming pool, a memory was conjured to his mind. His expression grew curious, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Ah, the academy swimming pool," he echoed, a faint look of memory in his eyes. "A fine tradition, that. Many a story was begun in the waters of that pool." He added with a chuckle. "Speaking of, are you offering an invitation to accompany you for a swim?"

-This part is again soooo vague.

//"Of course! You don't expect to just sit here and watch don't you!" I giggled, already a bit drunk.

>>"I suppose I could be convinced." He responded playfully, a gleam of humor in his eyes. He set his wine glass down next to hers, stretching out his muscles a bit. "The water does look quite inviting, and I'm not above admitting I'd love to see you swim." He added in a low, teasing voice.

//"Do you know what I like about being in water?" I lean towards him, lowering my voice, "I like floating on it, weightless, drifting. The night I sneaked into the swimming pool, I floated in the middle of the water under a night sky full of shooting stars. And with the water reflection I felt like I was part of it. A star, falling from the sky. Eternal."

>>He listened to her words with an intent gaze, her voice a low murmur in the quiet evening air. Her description of the night sky, the shooting stars, and the feeling of floating weightless had a lyrical, almost poetic quality to it. It tugged at something deep within him, a subtle melancholy paired with an intense contentment at the imagery she painted. When she had finished, he was silent for a bit, a pensive expression on his face.

- Again, good with emotion! I actually swiped through several of the generated responses, each have different characterization of Gale, and chose this sad one.

//I sense his subtle change of air. Gale is so perceptive, too perceptive. Perhaps deep down he understood the true reason I was at the swimming pool that day. "Gale, are you alright?" I asked quietly

-setting up my own back story

>>He blinked, the question snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked at her, his eyes softening as he met her gaze. He gave her a small smile and nodded a bit. "Yes, darling," he reassured her, gently lifting a hand to caress her cheek. "I'm alright, just lost in thought for a moment." His thumb gently traced the curve of her cheekbone, his touch affectionate and soothing.

//With a kiss on his palm I turn on my cheerfulness. "Now, with my declaration done, would you accompany me to the water?" I paused, "please, professor?"

>>A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he watched her shift to a cheerful demeanor. Her kiss on his palm sent a small shiver down his spine at the warmth of her breath over his skin. At her 'please, professor?', he smiled and stood, extending his hand to her. "How could I resist such a request?" he asked cheerfully. "Shall we?"

-Direct paraphrasing of my word "cheerful"

//"Ah ah, undress first." I pointed out, not wanting to waste a spell on drying the clothes later. With that, I quickly shake myself out of my outfit. In my nudity I playfully extend my hand to him instead. "How about you?"

>>He watched as she quickly shed her clothing, a faint flush appearing on his cheeks. As she presented her naked form to him, his eyes trailed over her curves and soft features. "Very well," he acquiesced, a teasing edge to his voice. His eyes gleamed as he took in the sight of her, and he reached for the buttons on his shirt. With careful, almost deliberate movement, he undressed, revealing his own toned body. He took her hand in his, his palm warm against her skin.

//"I never understand how a bookworm like you manage to get so shredded" I murmur, pulling him into the water with me

-My genuine question. I once asked him what did Mystra do to him with the smallest piece of weave too. He masterfully dodged both questions lol

>>"I'm more than just a bookworm, you know," he retorted, chuckling as she pulled him into the water. He let out a small gasp as the coolness of the water met his heated skin, but quickly adapted to the temperature. The water engulfed their figures, enveloping them in its soothing embrace. He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close, feeling her skin slide against his own.

//"Are you not?" I playfully quark up an eyebrow, "how about we swim to race towards that rock? The winner can do anything they desire to the loser." I challenged

>>His eyes glinted with a mischievous light, and a smirk spread across his face. "You're on," he said, his tone holding an underlying hint of challenge. "And when I win..." He let the words dangle in the air, leaving the promise unspoken. He took a moment to gauge the distance to the rock, then gave her a wolfish grin, "Are you ready?"

-You can really see the competitive characterization here. I scrolled several responses, and all of them rise to the race lol

//I feel my face heat up at his promise. In truth, I believe either way it's a win to me. I mutter a small incantation that allows me to breath in water, and flash a smile, "ready, set, go!"

>>He chuckled at her readiness and flashed a quick wink. "That's cheating, love." With that, he took off, powering through the water with strong, quick strokes. His lean and toned figure cut through the water, his muscles moving seamlessly with each movement. He had no intention of losing this race.

//I have always loved a good race. Without the need to breath I swim fluidly. Soon I swim halfway and found myself in the middle of the lake. With my face in the water I realized it was far deeper and darker than I expected. A sudden panic sets in.

-Testing emotional cues again!

>>As he neared the rock, he glanced back to look at his companion, checking on her. In that moment he noticed something was off. His eyes widened with surprise. "Ammy? What-" His words were cut off as he watched her disappear beneath the surface of the water. Without a moment's hesitation, he dove into the lake, his strokes quick and strong as he cut through the water towards her. Panic rising within him, he searched the dark depths for any sign of her.

-It respond well! Also it added that I sunk.

-> Next part is about testing ☆NSFW☆

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #galemancer #character ai #gale ai #The Gale ai guide that nobody asked for

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sagethebnuuy · 1 year

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Kaeya x male reader [angst]

Kaeya x male reader ending with Diluc x male reader, friends to lovers

TW: angst, slight swearing, mentions of alcohol, arguments

Nicknames used: Baby, Luc

WC: 1012

When I return to my house, scrapes and cuts on my arms, legs, and face, I’m met with the sight of my boyfriend. Great. I’m not in a good mood and I know he’s going to scold me. When the door closes, he turns around.

“You’re hurt,” he states, getting the first-aid kit from the cabinet. He says nothing as he cleans my wounds. When he starts to dab the alcohol-soaked cotton on my face, I hiss from the sting. He frowns. “If you were more careful, this wouldn’t happen.” I sigh.

“Kaeya, I’m really not in the mood right now.” Now that he’s close to my face, I can smell the alcohol on his breath. “Are you drunk?!” I ask, pushing him away.

“Listen-”

“No. you’re always at the tavern. If you’re not here, you’re there. You need to stop drinking away your problems, Kaeya!”

“Well maybe I wouldn’t drink so much if you didn’t nag me all the damn time!” he says, raising his voice.

“This has nothing to do with me-”

“If you weren’t so annoying and reckless, maybe I wouldn’t drink!” he shouts. We’re both standing now. We go back and forth like this, our voices getting louder until he snaps. “Archons, you’re so annoying! Get out, you’re a waste of my time and energy. We’re done!” I freeze, the tears that have been pooling in my eyes spilling onto my cheeks. He looks at me with wide eyes, realizing what he said.

“If that’s what you want…” I whisper, running to our shared bedroom. He follows after me.

“Baby, wait-!” I shove some clothes in my bag and push past him, heading for the front door. As my hand closes around the doorknob, he catches my shoulder. “(Name), I-”

“I’m sorry for wasting your time, Kaeya,” I say, closing the door behind me.

The journey to Dawn Winery isn’t as long as I expected, but it’s pouring down rain by the time I get there. I knock on the door and Diluc opens it, frowning when he sees me.

“What’re you doing here-” His eyes flick to the cuts on my face and he opens the door wider. “Come in.” I step inside and I’m immediately wrapped in a warm towel, my bag taken off my shoulder. He leads me to the couch and sits down next to me.

“T-Thanks for letting me in…” I mumble.

“What happened?” he asks.

“W-We had a fight…” I explain everything that was said and he wraps his arms around me, letting me sob into his shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here for you. Do you want to stay here for a little while?” I nod.

“Is that okay…?” He nods.

“Of course. Let’s get you to bed, okay? It’s late.”

“Okay…” He brings me to the guest room and sets my bag on the dresser. I lay down on the bed and curl up under the blankets. “H-He’s probably at the Angel’s Share…” I whisper. “He’s always there.”

“I don’t know-” He’s cut off by a loud knock on the door. Adelinde walks in nervously.

“It’s Master Kaeya…” I freeze. Diluc gets up and stops in the doorway.

“I’ll be just a minute. Stay here.” I hear him open the door. “What do you want, Kaeya?”

“Is he here? Is (Name) here?” Kaeya asks.

“He is, what of it?”

“Can I talk to him?”

“Really? After what you did, you still think you deserve to talk to him?”

“N-No, I just-”

“You broke his heart for the last time. He is no longer yours, you made that decision.” Diluc snaps.

“Please-”

“You hurt him. You’re not welcome here. Leave. Now.” The door slams shut and he comes back. “Are you okay?” he asks gently. I nod, tears filling my eyes. He sits down on the bed and I scoot over to him. He looks at the space next to me and I nod. He lays down, opening his arms. I bury my face in his shirt and he holds me tightly.

“C-Can you stay here tonight…?” I whisper. He nods.

“Sure, if it makes you happy,” he murmurs. “We need to change into something more comfortable if we are to sleep here.”

“I don’t know if I brought pajamas, I just shoved things in my bag.”

“You can borrow a set of mine, if you’d like. They might be a bit big on you, though.”

“That’s okay.”

“Adelinde, can you please bring 2 sets of pajamas to us?” She nods, returning a few moments later with the pajamas. We each change into our pajamas and I get back into bed. “Do you want me to lay with you?” he asks. I nod shyly. He smiles and lays down next to me. I scoot closer to him and he wraps his arms around me.

“Thank you for always being there for me. Anytime I fought with Kaeya, you were always there. Honestly, you’ve probably treated me better than he did.” He hums, stroking my hair.

“I’ve always cared about you. Even before you and him started dating, I felt…protective over you. When you two got together, I knew he would end up hurting you. That’s what he does. He hurts people. I was angry. He knew how I felt about you and he still went for you. I knew he wasn’t good for you. I knew I could treat you better. But I stayed quiet. Because he made you happy. And that meant more to me than anything,” Diluc says. His eyes widen. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what I was saying.” I cup his cheek and smile.

“Everytime we fought, everytime I came here, I always thought about how well you treated me. Luc, you were always so gentle with me. You listened when I vented, you gave me a shoulder to cry on, and you gave me a place to stay. The more we fought, the more I realized that I was developing feelings for you.” He smiles.

“I love you~❤️”

“I love you too~❤️”

#genshin x reader angst #dino writes #diluc x reader #male reader #trans reader #angst

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www-librarytearoom-com · 1 year

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Bokuaka Fluff/Angst w/ Hurt/Comfort

Word count: 417

Here is some fluff because I fear you all need it with how much angst people post of these two boys.

Tw for handling mental health and slight references to BPD.

Keiji knew that most nights, his boyfriend let the monster in his head come forward, he let the negative thoughts overtake him until all that was left was his Koutarou curled up in their bed, nothing more than numbness present on his soft features.

He didn’t like it like that.

He liked his boyfriend to be happy, just like Koutarou did him.

So when he walked into their bedroom after a long day of work, and noticed his boyfriend curled up under a heap of blankets, he knew he had to defeat the big bad monster in Kou’s head.

“Kou.” He called softly as he walked towards their shared bed, bringing the blankets down away from his face softly with a small smile.

“Hi love.” Koutarou smiled weakly at him - Keiji immediately knew it was his form of trying to play off as okay. He didn’t like that. He wanted Koutarou to be open with him and honest about how he’s feeling.

He knew that Koutarou likely did not want to talk about it right now, so he chose to instead shrug off his coat and climb into bed with him, pulling the blankets over him and grabbing his large lover and moving his head to rest in the crook of his neck. He tilted his head forward ever so slightly to press kisses into his flattened hair, tangling his fingers through them every few seconds.

“Did you have a bad day?”

A small shift in his head confirmed that.

“You’re amazing, darling. My amazing ace, the best ace, in fact.” When Koutarou made a noise of reluctance, which he hated (he hated when Koutarou didn’t see himself as the best, because he was in Keiji’s eyes) he struggled to keep the lump rising up his throat down. “You are. You’re so funny, and kind. You feel so many emotions for everyone around you and I love you for that, Kou. I love you.”

He smiled as Koutarou cuddled further into him. “Do you think you’re amazing, Koutarou?”

It had been a method Koutarou’s therapist had suggested they try out, and so far it had worked wonders.

“Maybe.”

That was progress.

“I think you’re amazing. The way you spike the ball and shock everyone watching you shows how incredible you are. My incredible boyfriend.”

Koutarou’s lips turned upwards.

“Do you think you’re amazing, Koutarou?” He asked again.

His boyfriend turned to face him.

“Yes. I’m amazing, but only because you help me every step of the way.”

Hope you enjoyed! It's short but I NEED FLUFF IN MY LIFE

#writing #lgbtq #writing comissions #fanfic #bokuaka #haikyū!!#bokuto angst #bokuto fluff #akaashi keiji #mental heath support #gay men

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voraciousvore · 7 months

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In the Belly of the Giant (32/39)

***Contains soft, nonfatal vore***

Chapter 32

Trent drove home with his groceries. After his interaction with Joey, he was in high spirits, and looked forward to the rest of his evening. He would force Eren to talk, confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt what he strongly suspected, and then eat her with his dinner. He was sure he’d see Joey again soon, now that he had made his presence known. When he did, he would kill him, skin his face off with his knife, and present the gory remains to Eren. Or maybe he’d tie Joey up, and force feed him his own girlfriend, without telling him about the pills, so he’d believe he had just killed her with his own body. He could only imagine how that would mentally break him. He sniggered to himself at what he considered to be a brilliant plan.

Once he was back in his squalid apartment, he poured himself a glass of wine and began cooking his steak. While he waited for it to heat up, he went to fetch Eren out of her prison. When she saw him coming towards her, she squeaked with fear and hid under her blanket. Trent snickered at her foolishness. When would she learn there was no hiding from him? He ripped the blanket off her and seized her in his hand. He could feel her squirming as he carried her over to the dining room table and plunked her down on the hard surface.

“We’re going to have a little chat, Eren,” he began, leaning over her and planting a giant hand on the table. Eren cowered before him, shivering. She looked so small to him on his big table, like a tiny little bug he could squash with his hand. “Let’s talk about Joey.” At the mention of her lover’s name, her eyes went wide and brimmed full of tears. Trent smirked, savoring her fear and despair just like he would soon savor her flavor in his mouth.

“You know, when I first heard you say Joey’s name, I assumed he was a human like you. But now… I’m starting to think I was mistaken. What do you say to that, Eren?” he interrogated. Eren clammed up, refusing to divulge any information. Trent reached into his pocket and pulled out his stiletto switchblade, flicking out the gleaming blade with his finger. Eren gulped and took a step back. The giant placed his hand behind her so she couldn’t run and ran the flat of the slim, elegant blade down her tiny body. Eren whimpered, cringing away from the cold touch of the knife into the skin of Trent’s hand behind her.

“I strongly suggest you start talking, unless you want to turn into sliced deli meat,” Trent warned. Eren remained stubbornly reticent. Trent dug the tip of the giant knife into her shoulder, causing a small stream of blood to run down her arm. Eren grimaced but was steadfast. The giant began to drag the sharp edge down her arm, tearing through the skin. Eren cried out and buried her wet face in his palm.

Trent frowned. He didn’t really want to kill his precious little slave or risk severe fatal injury. He thought the fear alone would make her crack, but she was more resilient than he expected. He withdrew the knife and scooped her up in the hand she was pressed up to. He brought her to his mouth and licked up her juicy blood with his gigantic, slimy tongue. Eren tried to wriggle away but couldn’t do anything to stop him.

The steak was sizzling, so Trent attended to it and flipped it over so it would cook evenly. “What do you think, Eren? Should I fry you up this time?” He held her over the hot pan, allowing flecks of scalding juices to sear her skin. She gripped his fingers tightly, scared to fall into the greasy pan, flinching and yelping in pain.

He pulled her away from the pan and lifted her high up in the air, above his head. “Or perhaps I should just eat you raw, like I always do?” He dangled her above his open mouth, lowering her slowly until her feet skidded against his tongue.

“W-wait, Trent, I haven’t taken my pill!” Eren exclaimed. Trent ignored her, sliding her further down his tongue until her feet were almost touching the back of his throat. Eren gave a mighty kick and whacked his uvula with her foot. Trent gagged, nearly dropping her into his gullet.

“Damn it bitch!” he cursed through his coughing fit as he pulled her back out of his mouth. He downed some wine to get the ticklish sensation out of his throat and shot Eren a wrathful glare. She trembled with the knowledge that she may have just made a terrible mistake. She knew from experience how terrifying the giant could be when he lost his temper. “Oh, now you’ve done it!” he shouted at her, dropping her back on the table. “Swallow down a pill before I swallow you!” Eren didn’t have a death wish, so she hurried to obey. Trent, similarly, popped his own pill and grabbed his steak, slapping it onto a plate and setting the table.

“It doesn’t matter anyway what you say, I’ve already met Joey,” Trent jeered. He prodded her hard with a large finger, knocking her back on her rear. “I know who he is. He’s a giant, not a human. I saw that pathetic loser at the grocery store in his lame faggot cop uniform. I was tempted to whack those stupid glasses off his face and show him what a real man is made of.” Eren faltered, her face betraying her consternation. Trent grinned. He had her. She didn’t have to say any words, because her facial expression spoke plain as day, just like when he had questioned Joey about her. He had identified the correct man.

Trent was in a good mood, now that his theory was confirmed. He was also voracious, ready to eat his choice prey and make her suffer. He plopped Eren down on his steak, drowned her and the bloody rare slab in savory sauce, and started tearing off chunks of meat with a serrated knife and chowing down. He drank a big swig of wine, swishing it around in his mouth before shoveling in more steak. He had a strong appetite, whetted by Eren’s torment. She looked defeated as she huddled up on the thick slice of meat, anticipating her inevitable punishment of being eaten alive.

“Trent…” she pleaded, “Please don’t hurt Joey. Do what you want to me, just leave him alone…”

Trent cocked an eyebrow. “You have no say in the matter, Eren. I’ll do whatever I please. If I want to turn him into into shredded beef, he will be.”

Eren began to cry. “Joey’s everything to me, Trent. Please, I’ll do anything you ask… I’m begging you, don’t hurt him…”

Trent stuffed more steak in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Anything, eh?” He gave her a devious leer that made her skin crawl. “I’ll consider it, if you choose to follow my every whim. For now, be a good girl and let me devour you!” He gulped down his mouthful of meat and slapped the end of his fork down next to her. Reluctantly, Eren sat down on the fork, squeezing her eyes shut and gripping onto the metal splines tightly as she anticipated being lifted high up into the air. Trent, slobbering with hunger, brought her up to his mouth. His lips parted and his massive, drooling maw yawned open before her. She felt his warm breath as the fork entered his mouth and deposited her onto the squishy mass of his tongue. The giant white teeth closed around her as the fork slid back out. Eren stared into the abyss of the giant’s throat and waited for him to scramble her around inside his mouth like he usually did.

He let her sit on his tongue for a while, rippling it underneath her body, bathing her in his humid exhalations. His mouth filled up with saliva until he swallowed it down, keeping Eren in the same spot. He could almost taste her fear. He moistened his mouth with a modest sip of wine, swirling it around on his tongue along with the small woman, appreciating the pairing of flavors. Since she was being cooperative for once, he decided to be gentler with her, caressing her with his tongue and cupping her succulent body in its fleshy hold. He nudged her back towards his gullet until her legs started to slide down his throat.

Eren had to utilize every last shred of willpower she had not to scream or fight back as her body was sucked down into the void below, to be smashed on all sides by slick fleshy walls. If necessary, she was willing to sacrifice herself to protect Joey. Although, she wondered to herself if anything she did with Trent actually mattered. Her compliance probably wouldn’t change his mind if he was determined to hunt down Joey and kill him. Yet again, she felt intense agony at how small and helpless she was. She couldn’t escape Trent’s tortures, and she wouldn’t be able to save Joey if he was in danger. She slipped into despair as smoothly as she slipped down the giant’s esophagus and into his stomach.

After Trent swallowed Eren, and wolfed down the rest of his steak to slake his hunger, he relaxed and serenely sipped his wine. The giant patted his belly with satisfaction and belched. As he felt Eren moving around inside his gut, he fantasized about all the horrible things he could do to her, particularly if he could get her to cooperate. The possibilities were endless. Originally he had planned on stalking Joey and slaughtering him with his knife, but now he was convinced kidnapping him was a much better option.

If he had Joey in his possession, Eren would do literally anything to keep him alive. He could force Eren to perform all sorts of degrading sexual acts while Joey watched helplessly. He could beat Joey into an unrecognizable, mangled pulp while Eren screamed and cried. He could force Joey to swallow Eren and watch him squirm with vexation at the knowledge that his girlfriend was digesting inside his own stomach.

The ideas were tantalizing. He’d never get bored. Plus, his little human slave wouldn’t lose her will to live as they all eventually did after so much abuse. He hated it when they became unresponsive and listless. He’d have to escalate his aggressiveness and violence to unhinged levels just to get a reaction out of them. He usually ended up either getting too rough and killing them, or just eating them without letting them back out.

The only complication to his plan was that Joey was a giant like him. He couldn’t keep him in a terrarium and dominate him as easily as he could Eren. He lived in a relatively snug studio apartment, so it wasn’t like he had a basement to set up his own torture dungeon, complete with living accommodations. That was the convenience of having human pets instead: They were nice and tiny, and completely powerless to do anything against him. Even if they tried to make noise, their shrill little screams for help could hardly be heard or recognized by the neighbors. They usually assumed the sounds were an animal, not a person.

Trent didn’t concern himself too much with the details, though. He would figure something out. He was too excited by the endless potential of his idea to be deterred. He would have his way, in the end. He always did.

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JJK: Non-idol Boyfriend AU [O-Z]

List of all Jungkook fics under 'Non-idol Boyfriend' AU with titles starting with 'O-Z':

* ¹ - one shot ² - two shots s - contains smut sm - social media format

* Last updated: 18/02/2024

D R A B B L E S

Oh So Divine by yoonoclock Summary: He adored you beyond words could express. From being friends for years to now a couple, he took the opportunity to share with you a special gift. He only hopes you treasures it as he does you.

On Call by monimonimoon s PWP

Only if You Hold Me by vminity21 Summary: Just imagine sharing so many kisses and cuddles with the sweetest man in existence Jeon Jeongguk.

Only Love by koostarcandy Summary: Over 5 months of domestic bliss with your best friend turned roommate turned lover gets you thinking, a lot. Alternative? A fluffy, domestic morning with Koo.

Oops by likeastarstar

Photograph You in This Light by yoongiphoria Summary: A moment of carefree youth, preserved in time.

Pigtails by thecozywhaleshark Summary: “Can I do your hair?” + “I’ll give you a massage.”

Please by pasteljeon s Summary: “I’m too busy.” “I’ll be quick, I promise.” + “I’m about to miss this important phone call but oh my god your mouth feels too good to stop right now.”

Race me to happiness? by kooksbunnnn Summary: Your urge to beat Jungkook in a race makes you realize how deep you have fallen for him.

Rain by ichorai mafia au Summary: Running away from problems never fixed anything, did they?

Red Wine by taephilia college au Summary: You don’t understand why Jungkook likes red wine so much.

“Ride me.” by honeytae s PWP

Say Please by souryoong s PWP Summary: You and Jungkook fuck in the bathroom in front of the mirror.

* Scrapbook by taleasnewastime

Scrunchie by gukkheaven s PWP Summary: Jungkook’s man bun falls out while going down on you.

Secret Relationship w/ JK by ubemango king's advisor!Jungkook, king's sister!reader, secret relationship Summary: My brother is the king and you’re his advisor and my brother is hiking up the export taxes on cheese but my best friend is a farmer on the verge of homelessness so can you please convince him to lower the taxes??? Would it help if I gave you kisses even though we can’t be together???

Shades of Red by thatlongspringnight s vampire!Jungkook Summary: There are very few pleasures in this world as great and lovely as riling Jungkook up.

“She’s good with me, right baby?” by theiris-storyvault gamer!Jungkook

Shut Up and Kiss Me by sugarwithtea s PWP Summary: Your boyfriend couldn't resist himself when you walked out in that dress and especially when you started arguing with him.

Sick Day by thatlongspringnight

Sleepless Nights by wnderkoo s Summary: In which you can’t fall asleep and accidentally wake Jungkook up so he decides to make it worth your while for both of you.

Slut Me Out by joonberriess s PWP Summary: “Put your ass in my face 'til I get pink eye, fuck you anywhere, I'm that type guy,”

So fast, baby? by jkeuphoriadreamland s

“So… what are your plans for New Year’s?” by breadoffoxy s

Sofa by monsteronfire s PWP Summary: Such a good boy.

Soft Mafia AU by taleasnewastime mafia au

* Sneezes And Cuddles by ditttiii Summary: You hate being sick. You hate spring more, but somehow being cuddled by your boyfriend, makes it all worth it.

Snow Angels [AO3] by goodsoop s Summary: Jungkook hates losing, but this time he’s more than okay with it thanks to the little distraction you pulled off. Sadly your tits are fucking freezing.

Spring Crescent by persphonesorchid Summary: Just you, Jungkook, and spring time.

Stay Focused by btsgotjams27 s boxer!Jungkook Summary: Jungkook has a big match coming up and you love teasing him.

“Stop hogging all the blankets” by taleasnewastime

Sundae Best by cotccotc established relationship Summary: A fancy restaurant is no match for your boyfriend’s appetite for dessert.

Sweet Apology by thesvnsins s Summary: You are mad at Jungkook because he ditched you to go with his friends. Now, in the morning he is trying to gain your forgiveness by sinful means....not that you mind.

Sweet Talk by yukheii

Sweetener by jeonbunnie s PWP Summary: Jeongguk knows just what to do to make you feel better.

Swings by thecozywhaleshark Summary: A little playground date with your favorite golden maknae.

[...] Syrupy Sweet by luvjimins Summary: Jungkook being the sweetheart he is the morning after the kiss.

Oh, You Didn't Know? by luvjimins Summary: Jungkook's been thinking of when he could ask you to move in with him.

Taking care of your sick boyfriend Jungkook by headintheclouds-posts

Taste by sugalaritae s PWP Summary: He needs to taste you.

Taste the Feeling by 94hixtape s PWP Summary: Masturbation + Bodily fluids.

Tease by whoreternal s PWP

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” by honeytae s PWP

That’s My Baby by gimmethatagustd Summary: All you want to do is make sure that your boyfriend feels good about himself, no matter how life changes.

The Aftermath by koostarcandy Summary: Post birthday celebrations are in order, the birthday boy thinks. Time for your head massages and a few rounds of his favourite game then!

The Angry Snowman by artaefact college au Summary: When he lends you his hoodie.

The Clarity of Love by pasteljeon s PWP Summary: He loves the games you play.

The Dom by strwberrytae s Summary: A short excerpt about your dominant boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.

The Hand Game by solastia s PWP

The one at Hobi’s birthday party by mccnyoongi s college au

The one where Jungkook has to sleep on the couch by eoieopda Summary: In which Jungkook finds a loophole in the most jungkook way possible.

The one where Jungkook thinks you’re perfect by eoieopda Summary: In which Jungkook is down bad.

The one where he thinks you’re perfect (JJK POV) by eoieopda Summary: In which Jungkook is down incurably bad.

The one who bites and the one who doesn’t by eoieopda Summary: In which you face the final boss: Jeon Bam.

The Past Is Past by yukheii Summary: Where Y/N is with Jungkook but she originally had a crush on Taehyung and Jungkook finds out and feels insecure.

The Perilla Leaf Debacle by here2bbtstrash s Summary: You hate it when your boyfriend gets jealous, but you love the way he takes it out on you.

The Sea Monster by writeformesinpie Summary: Jungkook is determined to find a sea monster no matter the cost and he has dragged you along for the ride.

Things I Wish You Said by snackhobi

Thoughts in A# Minor [AO3] by kkulfm-2 established relationship Summary: Jungkook drives you home.

Timezones by minisugakoobies Summary: Only thing that keeps us apart / Is a different timezone.

Tiny Dancer (An Ode to Life) by aamalaaa '70s au, bandmates au

Tongue at Work by 7waystreet s Summary: Your boyfriend Jungkook surprises you at work with a little more than a cup of coffee on his mind.

Unresolved Tension by feliix s PWP

Unwind by yoonia s college au Summary: When he helps you unwind from your study night.

“Wait a minute…are you jealous?” “I’m not jealous! It’s just…you’re mine!” by taeken-my-heart college au

Wake Up Call by junghelioseok s PWP Summary: Good morning, indeed.

Wake-Up Fall by fortunexkookie Summary: When you first snuggled up on the couch together, you quickly learned there wasn’t enough room for two people to lay side-by-side.

Wanna Show You How by ugh-yoongi s ft JHS, PWP

War by btsqualityy Summary: He knows better and yet, he continues to try you.

[...] Ways to Say I Love You by btsmosphere

Ways to Say I Love You by ggukiepie Summary: Saying I love you but meaning it differently each time.

[...] Waste It on Me by byeoltoyuki gang au Summary: When you’re mad at Jungkook for not taking care of himself.

What Did You Just Call Me? by hollyxqx s PWP Summary: What happens when you call your bf daddy for the first time? PURE FILTH.

Whatever You Want! by r-kived s PWP Summary: Waking up next to you, breakfast in bed, a party with his friends— Jungkook swears his birthday can’t get any better, or can it?

When he eats your food by nayutai sm

When he’s jealous over the perilla leafs debate by delugguk s PWP Summary: 'Next thing you know, you're holding hands with him and end up getting married!'

When One is Never Enough by vankoya Summary: “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“Why the hell are you bleeding?” by taeken-my-heart

* Wide-eyed by onlyswan Summary: I think you should come live with me, and we can be pirates, then you won’t have to cry.

Wild Thoughts by jjksblackgf s PWP Summary: "When I'm with you all I get is wild thoughts."

With a Smile on Your Face by seokmingiggles Summary: “I’m just so happy you’re living. Wouldn’t ask you for more.” Alternatively, in which Jungkook is awe-struck as he watches the first snowfall of the year, but you’re more content watching him.

With Him by 7deadlysinsfics s

You coerce Jungkook into taking a “study break” by joopiterjoon s college au, PWP

“You’re mine. I don’t share.” by fortunexkookie s PWP

O N E S H O T S

Obviously by ugh-yoongi wc~3.7k / secret relationship, roommates au

On Camera by agustdiv1ne s wc~3.1k / YouTuber!Jungkook, PWP Summary: Jeon Jungkook, also known as kookiemonster97, was a youtuber and, more importantly, your boyfriend. Your sex life was great, amazing really, but what happens when he asks if he can film you two one day? He did have the equipment, after all.

Out of the Blue by jungkxook s wc~5.2k / gamer!Jungkook, YouTuber!Jungkook Summary: Catching your boyfriend bleaching and dyeing his hair for a livestream is definitely not what you expected — but it certainly has its perks.

Player Two by minjoonalist s wc~10.6k / ft KTH, gamer!Jungkook, PWP Summary: You’ve always wanted to be as good of a gamer as your boyfriend Jungkook and you’ve tried many times to ask for his help only to be turned down…on your game. but this time you’re over his bratty attitude towards it and he still can’t get enough of yours.

[...] Poster Boy by hamsterclaw s wc~8k / ft MYG, boyfriend!Jungkook, doctors au Summary: You, Jungkook and Yoongi liven up the most boring conference in the world.

Pretty Boy by inkedtae s wc~4k / secret relationship Summary: He’s just a pretty boy, a pretty boy ~ you wanna be his pretty toy.

Quiet, Baby by bratkook s wc~3.2k / PWP Summary: Teasing your boyfriend lands you on his lap during a subway ride, an evil tilt to his voice when he asks you to play a game with him, can you be good and make him cum before your stop?

Red-Handed by bangtanstanst wc~3k Summary: Two lessons learned today: patience is a virtue, and fitting rooms are much less private than you thought.

Rum Raisin by lemonyko0 s wc~3.6k Summary: You find someone else’s lipstick in your boyfriends car, and he makes sure you know you’re his.

Selcouth by 99liners s wc~7k / detective!reader Summary: Jeongguk is your weeb boyfriend and you are the perfect weeb waifu but he doesn’t know yet how much of a badass girl boss you are. Basically, he turns into :o emoji.

Slow by joonlaksme s wc~2.2k / PWP Summary: It’s unusual for the two of you to be this sensual, to be this slow. But you both chose to savor it just for tonight.

Slow Down by ggukbabyy s wc~6.5k / ft KTH, boyfriend!Jungkook, PWP Summary: You’re both fucked up, Jeongguk knows you like attention and Taehyung is willing to give you it.

So Good by ggukiepie s wc~3.3k / PWP Summary: Just some steamy sex with your boyfriend JK.

Sore Loser by sailoryooons s wc~9.5k / streamer!Jungkook, Valorant pro!reader Summary: It’s another day of shooting Run BTS at Bangtan Streaming for Jungkook. At least, he thinks it is until his girlfriend walks into the room and the director announces that Jungkook and his teammates will be battling two professional Valorant players for the episode. The stakes are high - but the prize if he manages to beat you? Total submission in the bedroom.

Space by jeonbunnie wc~4.8.k Summary: All boyfriend Jeongguk wants is to be by your side, but honestly? You just need some space.

Starry Night by kithtaehyung s wc~7k / gamer au Summary: All you wanted to do was take your boyfriend on a super late date.

Stay Quiet by hobidreams s wc~2.7k / college au, PWP Summary: You think the library is only a place for studying. Jungkook convinces you otherwise.

Stay with Me by svenotes s wc~6k Summary: Maybe staying another night at your boyfriend’s isn’t such a bad idea.

Still My Baby by aureumjeon s wc~13.5k / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: Jeon Jungkook in tight leather pants was perhaps the sexiest thing you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Still With Me? by magicalmarauder wc~4k / boxer!Jungkook Summary: Dating the world’s fastest growing boxer meant several things – kissing his wounds at the end of every fight, watching countless boxing matches to study new techniques with him, and worrying like crazy as different men every night tried to bash his face in. But what happens when tensions run high after a match and Jungkook throws your support back in your face? Angst/fluff. Inspired by Jungkook’s Instagram post earlier today!

Strong Enough by jimilter s wc~3.7k / biker!Jungkook, bartender!reader, PWP Summary: You’re strong enough to protect yourself – Jungkook is strong enough to take you against a wall. Unrelated claims that are both proven to be true on an unsuspecting Thursday. The common denominator? A bunch of losers that leer at you and ask you about your boyfriend’s sexual prowess.

Stupid Game by kookiesjoonies s wc~2k / college au Summary: All you wanted to do was study in peace, but that becomes impossible due to your boyfriend’s constant screaming at the video game on the television. So you decide to teach him a lesson; if he insists on being loud, you’re going to give him a reason to be.

Take Me to Church by illneverrecover s wc~5.1k / gang au Summary: You can always tell when something is bothering your boyfriend, despite how hard he tries to hide it - and you have creative ways to get him to talk.

Take Your Shirt Off, Blondie by honeytae s wc~2.9k / PWP Summary: Take your shirt off, blondie.

Talkative by monimonimoon s wc~2.8k / PWP Summary: Jungkook's a vocal lover; you just sometimes wish he wouldn't be.

Taming of the Flu by kpopfanfictrash wc2.4k / new relationship Summary: When you are sick, the last thing you want to do is call your boyfriend for help. But somehow, he finds out anyways.

Tattooed Two by httpjeon s wc~8.5k / ft KTH, boyfriend!Jungkook, tattoo artists au, PWP Summary: Your boyfriend’s best friend joins you for a night you’ll never forget.

Tepidity by yoondles s wc~2.8k / PWP Summary: Turns out falling to temptations is a lot more easier when you’re warming your lovers cock.

The Cockpile: Try Out by httpjeon s wc~6.6k / pornstar au Summary: Dating a porn star wasn’t easy. Jealousy can run rampant if there’s no communication.

The Cowgirl by heartbeatan s wc~3k / PWP Summary: A thematic, seven part series about sex toys.

Thirteen Rounds by moni-logues s wc~13.2k / boxer!Jungkook Summary: JK's boxing coach tells him he can't come for four weeks before his title fight. Ah, four weeks isn't that long, right? ... Right?

This Is How You Fall in Love by jeonqkooks s wc~9.3k / rockstar au Summary: After years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, Jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

To the Victor by hwanghyunjinenthusiast s wc~2.8k / boxer!Jungkook Summary: Jungkook lives to box. The ring is practically his home. However, watching him become all bruised and bloodied isn't exactly easy for his girlfriend, no matter how much he wins.

Under the Blankets by yoonia s wc~5.9k / tattooed!Jungkook, tattooed!reader Summary: Even in the mornings, it is always hard to resist him. His presence alone captivates you, yet there is something else that always catches your eyes, drawing you to touch him. Not so surprisingly, he shares the same sentiment, though he has his own way of showing it to you. And neither of you mind it when things escalate further into something else that is not quite so innocent.

Untitled by namsjunies s wc~10.2k / PWP

Want More by jeonverselol s wc~3.8k / PWP Summary: After being awaken by the thunderstorm, all you could think about is how Jungkook fucked you so good a couple of hours earlier and now all you can think about is how you desperately want him inside you again.

Watch Your Words by v-hope wc~2.6k / college au Summary: You get the chance to go study abroad for a whole semester and your boyfriend doesn’t take it very well. Or the one in which you mix up the words “when” and “if” during an argument and make him cry.

Will You Make a Mess Now? by softyoongiionly s wc~4.7k / college au Summary: Jungkook’s never been touched before and, after a hectic end to his semester, he thinks he wants that to change…

Can I Make a Mess Now? by softyoongiionly s wc~4.8k / college au Summary: Jungkook’s never had sex before but, after realizing that he’s falling in love with you, he thinks he wants that to change.

XX(X)II by softyoongiionly s wc~3.8k Summary: Jungkook is an amazing lover. He’s always so gentle, so restrained…so attentive. But, you find yourself wondering if he wants you as much as you want him. Tonight, he decides to address your curiosity.

* You’ll Let Me? by honeytae s wc~2.9k

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

On My Mind ² by angelguk s domestic au Summary: You’ve been together for five years. Long, hard but worth it all. You’re both stable enough within and out your relationship. Until Jeongguk realises he’s longing for something he’s not sure you want. Kids.

One Time, In Your Room by ubemango s college au Summary: There are papers to write, and virgins to daydream about. (You can think about Jeongguk’s dick later.)

The Boob Tattoo Chronicles ¹ [drabble1] [drabble2] [drabble3] [drabble4] by whoreternal s tattoo artist!Jungkook

#jjk list #jungkook fic

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