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genre : smut details : idol!au word count : 1195 and counting warnings : mentions of female bandmates, startles reader, calls hyunjin sir and prince, is called sweetheart, baby, and cutie smut warnings : dom!hyunjin & sub!reader, unprotected sex (not mentioned but reader is on the pill), oral (f & m receiving), fingering, thigh riding, mirror sex, praise kink, there may be more so i’ll update warnings when full length is posted a/n : this is my first time writing smut… so i hope it’s not bad :<

you sat on the floor of the dance practice room, watching hyunjin’s psycho fancam. your bandmates watched as you stared at the pretty man dancing on screen. “y/n you know dance practice is over.. we could go home now.” your eyes remained on the screen as you answered her. “i know.. you guys can head back now. i’m gonna practice some more.” “that doesn’t look like practicing to me,” they chuckled as you flushed. “i knowww but it’s a break so..”

your bandmates were painfully aware of your crush on hyunjin. you loved the way he sang and you were obsessed with the way he moved. and being part of the same company didn’t help at all. whenever you’d run into him, alone or with his other members, you’d freeze and turn into a flustered mess. you’d be rendered speechless just by the way he glanced at you.

“whatever, just please don’t come back too late?” you nodded in response as the video changed to hyunjin’s thunderous fancam. you squealed because it was his vampire look. you heard the door close and you looked around, making sure no one left anything. confirming that there was nothing left, you stood up to turn the volume up more. you got some water and started to dance and sing along with the video.

as hyunjin walked down the hall, he heard a faint but familiar beat through the walls. he followed the noise, finally reaching one of the larger dance practice rooms. he looked at the schedule and saw your group’s session ended about five minutes ago. he checked through the window and sure enough there you were dancing along with his fancam. he watched your reaction as it swapped to the next video. it was an old wow fancam from a concert of theirs. he giggled as he watched you gasp and fall back to the floor, covering your face. your face grew red as you peeked through your fingers to watch him. he slowly opened the door, making sure no noise was made, and walked in.

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lmao

so my school has something called dolphinbucks and we have a store sooooooo...... i steal twenty copies of it now i have 200 of them because they got some goood stuff in that like yes

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"MineCraft"

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if you we're in a realrelationship with Hawks

Hawks

Fights rarely happen, but when they do, his words sting

He makes comments about your relationship in a sarcastic tone or with a bitter laugh

It makes your heart ache and mind numb with rage

He’ll notice the tears pooling in your eyes and try to comfort you, but you scream at him to leave

Keigo doesn’t want to make the situation worse, so he will

You immediately regret your words, but he’s already gone

He flies around the city to blow off steam, so you leave your window wide open in the hopes that he’ll see and come back

It’s dangerous this late at night, but it’s what you always do during his breaks from hero work to let him know he’s welcome inside

Hours pass and no sign of him

Around midnight, Keigo flies past your place and sees the window open and you on the couch, still awake

Immediately swoops down with worry

“Baby bird, what are you doing? Someone could’ve broken in, and it’s cold, you’re gonna get sick.”

“I was waiting for you, Kei.”

Keigo stands in front of you before sinking to his knees and squeezes you tight, wings covering your shivering body as tears stream down his face

“I love you baby bird. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

Refuses to let you go for the rest of the night

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you x kenma <3

Warnings: Swearing, ooc Kenma who hates kids, my first haikyuu fic

Note: it’s bad and kind wack

Kenma had never once considered himself to be a family kinda guy. He loved his parents and his friends, sure, and he loved you. But beyond that, he’d never felt any kind of overly compassionate feelings towards the idea of having a family. It wasn't something he saw in his future, nor was it something he looked forward to. However, as with anyone, his life had a habit of taking unexpected turns.

He'd always known you wanted kids. It was one of the first things you told him when the pair of you first got together. However Kenma being Kenma hadn't thought much of it then - to be honest, he hadn't thought much of your relationship in general, expecting it to be a quick affair before you got bored of him and left.

Surprisingly, you hadn't, however, and before Kenma really had time to think, he'd settled into a nice homely life in a penthouse in Tokyo with his video games and you as his wife. And this time when you brought up the idea of kids again, Kenma, bound by a vow he'd made to himself to always provide you with what you wanted, had obliged.

At first, he’d genuinely hated being a father. The crying, the late nights, the not having time for anything other than the screaming, wrinkled brat - he’d hated it. Especially when the loud wailing that rang through the hallways of your expensive penthouse tugged you from his arms and left him cursing the day he ever agreed to create another spawn with you.

There were some mornings, however, that weren’t so bad. Mornings where he was allowed to wake up naturally, after having a full night’s rest. Mornings when his now ten-month-old son had been able to sleep through the whole night and then some, and he was able to roll over across his Alaskan King-sized bed and bury his face into your collarbone without any kind of interruptions.

Today was one of those mornings. Kenma’s eyes blinked open to the sounds of early morning Meguro. Light was just beginning to pierce through the bedroom windows, casting a warm glow across his sleepy face. It was summer and Kenma could already feel the heat of the day beginning to rise, even tucked away as he was in the air-conditioned bedroom.

He rolled over to look at you properly. You were asleep on your stomach, arms gripping your pillow loosely and face buried in the covers. You were wearing one of his Kodzuken merch hoodies and the thick, black material seemed to swallow up your body until only your face could be seen.

Kenma couldn’t help it - he smiled. He had never been the kind of person to get sentimental but seeing you here, still by his side even after almost seven years, had his heart racing. Scooching his way across the bed, he slipped an arm across your waist and pulled you into his chest.

You sighed contentedly as your body heat mixed with his and snuggled closer, seeking his presence even in your sleep. Kenma felt his heart do a flip and he raised one hand slowly to gently stroke over your head. “Morning, pretty girl.”

You stirred at the sound of his voice, blinking sleepily in the dull light of the morning. Once your eyes had gradually come into focus, you offered Kenma a sleepy smile. “G’morning.”

“How’d you sleep?”

You rolled onto your back and stretched, face scrunching in satisfaction. “Pretty good. You?”

“Better than usual,” Kenma mumbled. He frowned. “The gremlin slept through the night.”

You swatted lightly at his chest. “Don’t call your son a gremlin.” He could see in your eyes, however, that you agreed with him.

“He is a gremlin,” Kenma mumbled, smothering his words in his pillow. “I can’t remember the last time I got a full night’s sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes at his complaints. Worming your way out of his arms, you sat up and blinked sleepily around at your bedroom. “I should probably go check on him, though.”

“Noooo,” Kenma whined. You turned back to see him making grabby hands in your direction. “He gets you all the time. I wanna spend time with you now.”

You stared at his upset pout for a few seconds before laughing. Reaching out, you ruffled up his long hair. “Damn, anyone would think you were the baby, Ken.”

“Shut up,” Kenma mumbled sullenly, still pouting. “I just miss you, is all.”

“I miss you too.” You leaned down to press a sweet kiss to his cheek before getting to your feet properly. “But, unfortunately, if I don’t deal with the gremlin soon, he’s probably gonna start crying. Do you want to deal with a crying baby right now?”

Kenma made a face. Eventually, he mumbled out, “No.” You smiled triumphantly.

“That’s what I thought. Now come on, we can spend time together while I check on him.”

Kenma’s grumbling was audible as he swung his own long legs out of bed and heaved himself to his feet to follow after you. You walked in front of him, a spring in your step despite the early hour. Kenma shuffled behind, hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie that matched yours, eyes fixed on your back as you rounded the corner and stepped through the door of your baby’s room.

“See, he’s hogging all your attention.”

The room was silent, save only for the occasional gurgle or sigh coming from the crib. Kenma blinked in surprise when he realised his son was awake and staring with wide eyes up at him. The baby’s legs kicked a little when he saw his parents and then a bright, lopsided smile spread across his small face. One of his chubby arms flailed and then he let out a small squeak, obviously wanting to be picked up.

You rushed to him immediately, cooing in a decidedly motherly way as you reached down into the crib to lift him into your arms. Kenma stood watching from the door, trying desperately not to allow the fondness he was feeling in his chest to show in his expression. Instead, he scowled.

You turned to frown at your husband. "Oh shush, you’re just being salty.” Then you turned back to your son, a welcoming smile immediately lighting up your expression. “Good morning, Souta.”

Souta blinked at you, his catlike eyes wide and curious. Then he reached out to grab the collar of your hoodie and shrieked something unintelligible. You turned him so he was facing Kenma and gently held his chubby arm between two of your fingers so you could wave his hand. Then you grinned up at your husband. “Look, he’s waving at you, Ken.”

Kenma flipped Souta off, still salty. You gave an exaggerated gasp and made to cover your baby's eyes while glaring at him.

“Kozume! That’s rude!’

Kenma shrugged and pushed himself up from where he had been leaning against the doorframe. “He’s rude,” he mumbled in response as he made his way over to you. There was no malice in his eyes as he stared down at Souta however, and as Souta stared back up at him, you could see the hostility Kenma was putting up beginning to melt away. Eventually, he abandoned the act altogether and leaned down to drop a begrudged kiss on the top of Souta’s head.

Souta, who seemed overjoyed by his father’s affection, reached out to yank at one of the ties on Kenma’s hoodie and you took it as an opportunity to bundle the baby into his father’s arms. Kenma pouted yet again as he was forced to hold Souta, giving you a pleading look.

“See, he’s fine. Now can we go cuddle?”

“No.” You were already making your way towards the kitchen. “I’m hungry. Plus, it’s too late to go back to bed. The sun’s already up.”

Kenma, who would very happily have stayed in bed until well past noon, sighed audibly. Then he looked down at Souta. The baby stared back up at him, smiling when he met his father’s eyes.

“This is all your fault,” Kenma told him sullenly. “You’re stealing all mommy’s love. I was here first.”

Souta, oblivious to what his father was saying, kept smiling.

“You know what I think?” Kenma continued as he began to walk out of the room, following the path you’d made to the kitchen. He was still staring down at his child. “I think you should go visit Uncle Kuroo today. Then mommy and I can have the whole day to ourselves.”

Souta didn’t seem to like this idea. His smile began to turn downwards and before Kenma even had a second to think, fat salty tears were beginning to brim in his wide eyes.

You stuck your head out of the kitchen at the sound of Souta’s first loud wail, and almost laughed at the sight of Kenma’s distraught face. Pointing in your husband’s direction, you gave him a stern look. “Stop being mean to your kid, Kenma. He knows what you’re saying.”

“I wasn’t being mean!” Kenma retorted, trying his best to comfort the wailing baby in his arms. “How was I supposed to know he doesn’t like Kuroo?”

You shook your head, fighting a smile. “Just be nice to him. Sheesh.”

Kenma bounced Souta lightly up and down, looking more and more distressed the longer the baby cried. Eventually, he held the child out towards you. “Here, you take him.”

“Nope.” You disappeared back inside the kitchen. “You need to learn how to handle him. He’s your son too, silly.”

Kenma stared after you in dismay. Then he looked back down at Souta. The baby seemed to be watching Kenma as he cried, almost as if he was testing his father. Kenma gave him a dirty look before tucking him back into his chest and heading towards the living room.

‘It’s okay,’ he thought as he moved, continually stroking the wispy hairs on Souta's head. ‘It’s just like a game. I just need to gain friendship points and then he’ll like me again.’

Sitting down cross-legged on the large couch in the living room, Kenma settled Souta in his lap. For a moment, he stared down at his son, wondering what on earth he should do to get him to stop crying. Kenma had never particularly liked children - he’d always preferred cats. But as he stared down at his son now, he realised it was a skill he needed to learn, especially now that you were practically leaving him out to dry.

What would Y/N do?

He tried to remember your order of business when it came to tending to your son.

Step One - check if he needs his nappy changed.

Kenma checked. All was well.

Step Two - check if he has a fever or seems sick at all.

Kenma pressed a hand to Souta’s forehead. All was well.

Step three - check if he's hungry.

Kenma stared down at Souta. Then he leaned backward slightly to yell in the direction of the kitchen. “Hey, Y/N-!”

You seemed to already know what he was going to ask as a bottle came flying through the air towards him. By some miracle of life (most likely his volleyball instincts) Kenma snatched it right before it smacked him right in the side of the head. Then he held it out in front of Souta.

“You want this?’

The baby didn’t reply.

Kenma held the bottle towards him again, being careful to hold the baby up with his other hand. Souta watched as his breakfast moved closer and closer before eventually opening his mouth.

Kenma smiled triumphantly as Souta began to drink from the bottle, his wailing cutting off suddenly as he sucked happily at the formula inside. Lifting the baby into his arms once again, he held him close against his chest and leaned back against the back of the couch. Souta rested his head against his father's shoulder, slurping happily at his bottle, any trace of his tears now gone.

Kenma looked up when he heard your soft footsteps against the cold wood floor. You draped yourself over the couch, a smug grin on your face as you observed your husband and now visibly content son.

"See, I told you you two could get along."

Kenma glowered at you for a second before looking down at Souta too. His expression softened. "He's whatever."

You gave him a light slap upside the head before rounding the couch. After scooping Souta from his arms, you took the spot where the baby had been for yourself and settled down with your back against Kenma’s chest. Your husband immediately slung his arms around your waist and hooked his chin on your shoulder, so he could watch quietly as you rocked Souta back and forth.

A peaceful silence fell for a moment as you fed Souta, watching as his eyes began to droop. Eventually, he stopped sucking at his bottle and you slowly pulled it away, making sure to hold Souta carefully while you leaned over to put the bottle on the table. Kenma reached around you and used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe at a dribble of formula that had made its way down Souta’s chin. Then he reached up to gently smooth one of Souta’s dark curls down.

You watched slyly, a small smile tugging at your lips as Kenma’s subtle show of affection. Leaning back, you allowed your head to rest back on your husband’s shoulder, cuddling your baby closer at the same time. With a glance upwards, you met Kenma’s gaze out of the corner of your eye.

“You know, you’re better with him than you think.”

Kenma blushed and looked away from you. “Shut up. I don’t like kids.”

“I know you don’t.” You leaned up to press a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw. “But you can tolerate this one… right?’

Kenma was silent for a moment, torn between preserving his pride and speaking the truth. Eventually, the latter won him over and he mumbled, “I guess.”

You smiled broadly and gave him another kiss. “There you go.” Then you turned back to your son, who was now asleep with his head tucked neatly against your chest.

Kenma followed his son’s example and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, allowing his eyes to fall closed. His grip on your waist remained firm, giving you nowhere to go as he held you in a moment of silent appreciation.

You were the first to break the silence. “Thank you.”

Kenma looked up. “What for?”

You shifted Souta in your arm just slightly before looking back up at your husband, “For this. For everything. I know this probably wasn't the life you wanted but-”

“Hey,” Kenma mumbled, blushing hard now. “Who said this wasn’t the life I wanted?’

“Well, you just said yourself that you don’t like children.”

Kenma sighed and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “Well,” he started slowly, trying to find a way to word his thoughts that wouldn’t be embarrassing as all hell. “I may not like kids, but I like you. And if having kids is what makes you happy, then I’m happy with that. Plus…” he glanced down at Souta again. “When the gremlin isn’t hogging your attention, he isn’t so bad.”

You gave him a half-smile. “Aw, Ken. That was almost romantic.”

“Shut up,” Kenma mumbled, hiding his burning cheeks in your shoulder. Before you could speak again, he bundled you close to him and closed his eyes. “Now let me cuddle you before it wakes up.”

You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “Okay.” For the first time that morning, you had nothing to say in protest to the idea of cuddling.

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i found it at last

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From your position, you could easily see how needy hyunjin was. He was visibly trying very hard not to buck his hips when your hand trailed over his clothed bulge.

“Baby boy, you’re too precious, what will I do with you today?”

He was staring down at you between his legs, eyeing your every movements with apprehension. A sharp gasp escaped him when you tugged at the waistband of his underwear, freeing his reddened cock.

“I’m so hard….please”

He bit his lip. Seeing you that close to where he ached to be touched made him whimper and squirm in his seat.

You shook your head “ Please what? Tell me what you want angel, you’ve been good today, tell me how you want me to reward you.”

Hi cheeks flushed red and he muttered under his breath “mmmh your mouth…”

A small yelp left his lips when you landed a slap to his bare thigh.

“Oh no baby, we can’t have you act like a little slut and not speak up properly. I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me what you want or I’ll just leave you like this, all needy and worked up.”

You saw the glimpse of fear in his eyes as he blurted out his words.

“Please miss, I want to feel you, I want to feel your mouth.”

You moved up to catch his lips into a heated kiss, trailing your hands up and down his torso and making him moan openly into your mouth.

“That’s more like it.”

After a few seconds, you felt his fingertips hesitantly slipping under your shirt. You let him softly grab your hips, but right as he tried to pull you closer to him, you broke the kiss. Lowering yourself again, you slowly wrapped your hand around his hardness, feeling his hips twitch as you glared back at him. His lips turned into a pout, silently urging you to stop your teasing.

The shiver than ran through his body when you flicked your tongue on his tip made you smirk back at him. You knew how much he wanted you to touch him properly. He had been good for a while now, hoping to get you to reward him with exactly what he wanted. You contemplated teasing him again, but figured out you could get to hear as much of his cute sounds if you complied to his wishes.

While finishing to take off his underwear, you kissed his thigh and you still very clearly heard the whines he was trying to supress. You licked his shaft from the base up and his hands tightly gripped the soft fabric next to him. When you finally took him in your mouth, you thought he might cum right then and there.

“T-thank you miss.” You got off him for a second, speaking softly with a fakely surprised voice.

“Why are you thanking me now baby, don’t tell me you want me to stop?” His eyes widened as he swiftly shook his head.

“A-ah nonono, please miss, don’t stop”

You got back to work, eager to hear more of his cute moans. Taking his tip in your mouth left you enough room to rub the rest of his length, using both of your hands. You could feel his hips slightly following your movements as his sound increased in volume. He only lasted a few more seconds after you hummed around his throbbing cock, warning you with a squeak and a long whine of your name. You lead him through his high, jerking him off with one hand and making him cum on his abdomen.

“Good boy” You slowed down your movements, not stopping completely, “I want you to cum again for me baby boy, do you think you can?” He nodded, his answer interrupted by a flow of moans and whimpers.

“Yes miss, I’ll try- aahh”

You moved up, quickening the pace of your hand on him and, your face merely a few centimeters away from his and his mouth fell open. He might have tried to mumble a few pleads but the only thing he managed to let out was a loud, broken moan. You connected your lips to his, making him taste himself on your tongue and causing his whole body to react. He was literally melting under your touch, openly moaning into the kiss and he came again in no time.

As you let him cool down from the intense stimulation, you peppered a few more kisses to his cheeks and forehead, visibly amused by the fucked out expression on his face.

“Good job baby, I knew you could do it. Now stay here and let me get you all cleaned up okay? You look so tired.”

He nodded as you got to the bathroom. When you came back, he thanked you with a sleepy kiss. You lied in bed beside him after having put away the warm towel and he wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too jin.”

And with a kiss to your cheek, he closed his eyes, a warm smile painted on his lips.

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go fuck your self 

# from the heart

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y/n felix lee

ok this is my frist smut btw im on a new acc

Squirming on his lap, you could feel him deep inside. Almost imperceptibly moving every time any of you breath.

The light of the tv shining over you. The movie, long forgotten, playing on the background hiding the soft sounds you were making. He loves this game. Every time you did a movie night, it was the same. Sitting with his dick deep inside you in the middle of the common room. The knowledge that at any point, any of his roomates could see you and realized what’s going on makes it all more enjoyable to him.

His soft hair brushed against your shoulder as his plump soft lips touched your skin. Soft gasps left your mouth. The feeling of his teeth leaving marks on your neck, made you tremble lightly . Your lips were bitten red from containing the soft whimpers that tried to escape them.

You feel him smirk against your skin, his hand moving from your hips to you core. Long elegant fingers slip slowly under your skirt, caressing softly the inside of your tight. A soft sigh falls from your lips as he graces your naked folds. The smile against your skin only widens as he presses his finger softly against your clit, feeling you tense around him.

Leaning back against his chest, you shuddered murmuring “feli-“

“Shhh... relax angle” he kisses your neck softly, his plump lips pressing against the abused skin. “You already now the rules”

That's the last thing felix murmurs before continuing with his torture. He still has a game to win.