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hyeinette · 2 days ago

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☘︎ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏─────𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋.

𝗳!𝗿 ⠀⠀🗝️ ⠀⠀𝑓. est rl kisses fluff psh drabble ─── 11OO >ᴗ< 𓈒 𓈒 亲

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦 ⠀⠀⠀୨୧ ⠀⠀⠀𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀⠀〝⠀ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄

the air was warm. everything felt warm to sunghoon right now, really. his head, his body, his heart… well, the last one couldn’t really be blamed on the sweltering fever that currently had him bedridden. it was because you were here, in his kitchen, making him chicken soup. the thought that you came for him made him smile despite himself.

then, as if his throbbing forehead had pulled him away from his blissful thoughts of you, sunghoon groaned, pressing the heel of his hand against his blazing skin. the sound of his pained voice made you put down the ladle and peek over your shoulder, glancing at sunghoon, who looked like a cat, sprawled over the couch on his stomach, a sight that made you giggle.

sunghoon thrashed around with discomfort, hoping that if he acted pathetic enough, you’d hurry it up. “babyyy.”

somehow, it seemed to work, because next thing he knew, the floral smell of your lavender perfume wafted through the air and into his (very congested) nostrils. sunghoon abruptly lifted his head towards the source of the scent, feeling straight away relieved at the sight of you holding a soup bowl, looking unfairly pretty under the sun’s eventide glow.

sunghoon huffed and sat up, or tried to; the second he pushed himself off the couch, he winced. he couldn’t even complain before you were by his side, propping him up on one too many pillows. the cool, gentleness of your fingers on his shoulder was a nice contrast, and he found himself leaning towards your arms.

“you’re burning up,” you murmured worriedly.

sunghoon lifted his head to meet your concerned eyes. his chest tightened at the way your eyebrows knitted together and your lashes fluttered as your gaze travelled his reddened face.

“i’m fine, really.” both of you knew he was lying.

something about being cared for made sunghoon feel oddly guilty, like he didn’t deserve your ministrations.

“hoon, you are not fine. don’t be stubborn.” you scolded in the softest way you could.

he wanted to protest, to tell you he was fine, that all he needed was—

“all i need is a kiss from you,” he rasped.

you rolled your eyes, but still had to bite the insides of your cheek to stop a smile from appearing. unfortunately, the blush gave you away, making sunghoon chuckle (which quickly turned into a cough.)

“you sound delirious,” you teased, pushing a few strands of dark hair away from sunghoon’s damp skin.

finally, sunghoon relented, falling into the couch while watching you pick up the bowl of soup and sit as close as possible without being on top of him.

you blew on the soup and then nudged his lips with it, as if daring him to refuse. sunghoon had a certain glint in his eyes, like he wanted to be difficult, just so he could see that small blush creep up your neck and hear you reprimand him. but he resisted, for your sake.

he opened his mouth and the soup soothed the scratch in his throat quickly.

“there,” you smiled, satisfied. “not so bad, hm?”

all sunghoon could manage was a hum in response. he wanted to tell you that it wasn’t bad at all, but he didn’t trust his voice currently; it would probably sound like a dying frog, or something, and you’d probably laugh at him.

this pattern continued for a while: you feeding sunghoon, him holding back from kissing you senseless every five seconds. after he’d managed around half the bowl, you set it aside and picked up a thermometer, deciding to check his temperature.

you furrowed your brows and fumbled with the instrument. after finally getting it to work, you turned back to sunghoon, whose eyes haven’t left you. you moved closer to him, to the point that you were hovering over his body.

sunghoon’s half-lidded eyes met your wide ones, which made not only your breath but your heart hitch, as well.

“yn,” sunghoon muttered earnestly, placing his hands on your waist in an almost tentative manner. before he could overthink it, he found that his arms were completely enveloping your torso and pulling you down into you. you gasped, the thermometer slipping as your hands found purchase on his shoulders.

his head rested against your stomach, and the moment your warmth met his skin, he felt himself being grounded by just the feel of you.

“yeah?”

“i hate being sick.” his voice was muffled but truthful.

you giggled, running your hands through his hair and twirling it through your fingers, for it was very soft. “i know, love. at least you’re a very cute sick person?”

sunghoon grumbled, the sensation vibrating through your chest. despite feeling embarrassed, sunghoon didn’t let go, not when you in his arms felt like the only right thing in the world at this moment.

“how can you say that when i’m dying here…” he complained, pulling you completely onto his lap now, so that you were sitting sideways facing him.

“you’re not dying,” you placed a kiss against his forehead and playfully booped his nose, making him scrunch it and then push your hand away, only to entwine his fingers with yours a moment later. “you’re dramatic, is all.”

sunghoon hesitantly flickered his gaze to your lips and swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how close you were to him. he felt himself burning up all over again, though this time not because of the fever.

“i like when you take care of me,” he admitted, making you tense for a second, before quickly relaxing.

“it’s a good thing i like taking care of you, then.” you smiled, tilting his head up and gently placing your forehead on his.

sunghoon shut his eyes for just a minute, wanting to revel in your tender embrace forever. before he could think, he felt your soft lips against his, smiling.

after a few seconds, you pulled away, giggling at the way his lips chased yours just slightly.

“you should sleep now. i’ll be here when you wake up.” you promised, slipping out his grasp slowly.

content with your words, sunghoon let his body slip into the couch while you threw a warm blanket over him.

sunghoon felt his breathing even out as he slowly fell asleep, with the only thing on his mind being you. with a smile on his face, he decided that if being sick meant he’d have your undivided attention, he didn’t mind it so much.

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝓈𝗍. @bywons @sugarikiz

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lilaquette · 1 day ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ू✿ ू✿ᅟ ◟ prettiest flower 🦪 ◌๋ ͟ ͟ ͟

⠀⠀⠀⠀amongst⠀ ⠀the⠀⠀ whole⠀ ⠀garden

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hypndiary · 3 days ago

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ㅤ𔓘 𓈒♡͙ೃ࿔ ͙ㅤ𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘ㅤ░͟ㅤ ೃ❀𓈒𓏶ྀི

ㅤㅤㅤ ࿔﮾ㅤ♥︎̼̻ㅤ༺ ༽♡༼ ༻ㅤ‎⎯‎⎯‎⎯‎⎯‎⎯‎ㅤ✞ ͜͡꒱

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miumura · 2 days ago

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i forgot tor reblog this sweet girl’s reblog !!! i just might have to actually work on a part two guys … i’m #guilty of making open endings (?) and leave it up to you guys to imagine AHAJA 😵‍💫 considering how taesan is like in this fic, you could imagine he’d do above and beyond for his lucky charm (you) 🤭 THANK YOU FOR YOUR SWEET WORDSSS my biggest motivator over here like??? bye i love her . it’s okay i don’t have a bf either because i have lili and that’s all that matters ❤️‍🩹! im sososo happy you loved this,, i feel like the lucky one here 🫠 me and lili on the same wavelengths over here… to be considered as someone’s lucky charm/clover 😵 (she’s all of that for me 🤞) BUT YAY i will do so don’t you worry 😈

LIKE GUYSSS I CANT STRESS THIS ENOUGHHHH lili is actually so sweet. we all deserve a lili in our lives ☹️☹️ i can’t wait to cook up some more fics for you ilysm <3

BE MY LUCKY SEVEN STRIKE! 𖦏 H.TAESAN !

THE CHARM BEHIND IT ALL ◟ ⟡ with even the amount of times you seem to show “disinterest,” that doesn’t stop taesan from trying to be with the one he considers as his “lucky one”.

LUCKY ONES ( 🍀 ) skater ! taesan x fem ! reader ───

(MIS)PLUCKED CLOVERS ╱ fluff ∿ use of petnames, reader kind of plays hard to get, taesan is confident/cocky (?) but he simply just has a massive crush 🫠

REACH YOUR DESTINATION WITHIN ｡｡ 2.4K+ WORDS !

─── MESSAGE FROM LUCKY CLOVER ◟ ⟡ hihi this is a taesan fic dedicated to @htaesan , my gongfourz half 🤍🍀 simply because i’m lucky to have her in my life ( lucky charmz in action !! ) . . and for lili — i may or may not have went through one of your blogs and gathered inspo through your reblogs… i’ll make better fics for you soon ♡♡

❛�� 💬 ❞ 𝗦𝗢𝗣𝗛 > 𓂃 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗙 ⋮ 🪽

Taesan didn’t spare a single second—once he saw the clock hit 6 P.M., he was immediately out of the door. He barely managed to grab all of his belongings, let alone spray that favorite cologne of his–the one he swore he could never leave without. None of that really mattered though.

There was only one thing on his mind.

The wheels of his skateboard hit the pavement as he hopped on, quickly weaving through the streets. With the speed that he was going at, if anyone had seen him, they’d know instantly–Taesan definitely wanted to be somewhere.

Now, what was he that eager for?

His wheels immediately screeched against the floor, signaling his abrupt stop, his gaze looking at the entrance of the large building ahead. The crowd of people spilling out could have been overwhelming, but with Taesan, none of that seemed to faze him.

His eyes scanned the crowd for only a second before landing on you. It was almost too easy to spot you—your bag slung casually over your shoulder, your head turning from side to side as though you were searching for something.

Or maybe…someone.

There you were—the very person who made his heart pound harder than his feet hitting against the pavement. The one that made him rush out of his house without a second thought.

His pretty girl—well, at least, not yet.

The corners of his lips twitched into a smile as he stood there, watching you from a distance for a moment longer than he probably should have. Something about you had just enough to distract him.

But when you turned to walk away, Taesan snapped out of his trance, immediately pushing off to catch up. The familiar sound of his skateboard’s wheels rolling against the pavement filled the air, and he couldn’t help but grin, knowing you’d recognize it instantly. After all, it had practically become a daily routine for you to hear that sound whenever he was around.

“In a rush, today?” Taesan finally broke the silence, his voice light as he effortlessly glided beside you. He couldn’t help but notice you subconsciously picking up your pace after hearing the skateboard.

“Maybe,” you replied curtly, throwing him a sideways glance, eyes fixated on the street and the street only.

Taesan couldn’t help but chuckle. This was practically routine for him by now—leaving his house just to see and greet you, while you did everything in your power to ignore him. Yet somehow, your attempts to brush him off only made it harder for him to stay away.

Maybe that was it. Maybe it was the way you tried so hard to keep your walls up, only for them to crack ever so slightly, that made you so utterly distracting to him.

Not that he would complain, though.

Before you could get too far, Taesan hopped off his skateboard effortlessly, soon tucking it under his arm as he jogged a few steps ahead. In one swift move, now ahead of you–or in fact, right in front of you, which forces you to come to a sudden halt.

“Hey,” he said, his dorky grin on full display, his free hand giving you a small wave while the other kept his skateboard secured in one arm.

“Are you seriously doing this again?” you blinked, clearly unimpressed.

“Doing what?”

“Trying to walk home with me every single time,” you deadpanned, your eyes slightly narrowing at the sight of the guy’s grin never faltering from his face. “Do you have nothing else better to do?”

He shrugged, the spark in his eyes seemingly getting brighter. “Other than the skating competitions and skate hangouts I have with my friends, nothing is better than this.”

With nothing to say, you simply walked around him, continuing on with your path. It didn’t take long for him to be right back where he was as you heard the faint footsteps behind you.

There he was, catching up again, as persistent as ever.

“And those two things still can’t beat walking with you,” he added smoothly, finishing what he was supposed to say before he could let his words slip out of your mind.

You scoffed at his remark, shaking your head in disbelief. The audacity. Yet somehow, the tiniest smile tugged at the corner of your lips, though you made sure to keep it hidden from him.

Taesan let out an audible laugh, the sound light and carefree, clearly pleased with himself for earning a reaction. He slid right back into his place beside you, matching your pace effortlessly, as if walking together was the most natural thing in the world.

It was quiet for a few seconds–emphasis on the word–few–since Taesan couldn’t wait any longer and started to open his mouth again.

“Need me to carry your bag for you?” he asked, his voice light and teasing, just like the expression on his face. It was the same playful look he always wore whenever you two walked—though the walk back home together wasn’t exactly by your choice.

You shifted your gaze to him, eyebrows furrowed. He’d caught you off guard, as usual. While it was true you’d brought home more paperwork than usual, it was nothing you couldn’t manage.

“I am capable of carrying it myself,” you shot back, gripping the strap of your bag tighter as if to prove your point.

“I know you can, but I just want to,” he replied, his voice softer now. When you looked at him again, his face wasn’t teasing this time—it was warm, genuine, and entirely disarming.

Your mind stuttered at the change. That look… It was rare. At least, it seemed rare to you, given how hard you tried not to meet his eyes these days. But now you couldn’t help but wonder: just how many times had he looked at you like that before?

You were mentally cursing yourself–both for having your thoughts stray off, but also remaining silent on the other end. After all, why were you thinking so heavily about this?

It’s not like it mattered, you reasoned. You didn’t care. You didn’t want to care. But, why did your chest feel tight all of a sudden? Why couldn’t you shake that look from your mind?

“So—pretty girl—can I help you carry that?” Taesan asked once more, breaking you out of your train of thought. There was that look again–the way his eyes grew slightly wider but softer, and the usual smirk turning into a normal expression, but it still carried so much weight.

You hesitated, your grip tightening on the strap of your bag for just a second longer. Then, with a faint sigh, you gave in, slowly slipping the strap off your shoulder and holding the bag out to him. “Don’t complain if your shoulder starts hurting,” you muttered. “And stop calling me that.”

Taesan took the bag with ease, adjusting it onto his shoulder before flashing another grin—this one bigger, showing a hint of teeth. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, even as your own focus remained fixed on the road ahead.

He couldn’t help but find your stubbornness endearing. What might come off as irritating to someone else only made him more drawn to you.

After all, things were only fun with you.

Sure, Taesan had experienced plenty of thrilling moments before—winning first place in a skating competition, nailing a trick he’d practiced for weeks, or hearing his friends cheer him on. But none of those feelings came close to this.

Being with you was something else entirely. It wasn’t loud or wild; it wasn’t the rush of adrenaline he was used to. It was softer, quieter. The determination he felt when skating still lingered, but now it was different. It didn’t come with pressure or nerves—it transformed into something calmer, something that let him breathe freely.

Taesan always felt comforted whenever he was around you. No matter how many times you brushed off his attempts to ask you out or tried to ignore his presence, he couldn’t shake the feeling that, deep down, you felt the same way he did. Although he could be reckless, there are moments where his eyes lingered more attentively on you. He notices the way how your signature scowl softens the longer he was around, or the way your flustered reactions betrayed the walls you worked so hard to keep up.

With that alone, those small glimpses of signs were enough to keep him going.

If he could put it into words, he’d call you a clover–four leafed one at that. Meeting you felt like fate to him; he considered himself impossibly lucky to have crossed paths with you.

Ever since you entered his life, things ended up falling right into place. It’s like how people search for four-leaf clovers, having the desire to hold onto them forever; Taesan felt the same way about you. In his mind, you weren’t just someone he liked–you were truly his lucky charm.

So, if he were to be compared to those who hope and search to find these rare clovers, he would be just as focused on being able to have you in his life. His determination only showed that he wanted to hold on to this, to you.

Silence had stretched between you both, but it didn’t seem to bother Taesan in the slightest. For Taesan, he has always been involved in lively environments and movement; he found a sense of calmness in these moments with you.

“Will you stop staring at me like that?” You say after peeking at Taesan through your peripheral vision, feeling as if the silence was almost a little too much. You always expected him to say something, so any silence that was longer than five minutes was almost unbearing.

"Are you paying attention to me now?" Taesan teased, his voice a little too pleased with himself.

"Huh… as if," you muttered, doing your best to ignore him.

Taesan smirked, dragging out his words just enough to make the tension build. "I don’t know, it seems like you’ve been a lot more interested in me lately."

“Was your ego always this high?” you turned to raise your eyebrow at him, trying to maintain an indifferent tone in your voice.

“Maybe only around you it is,” he admitted with a grin, earning another scoff from your lips. Your footsteps, once perfectly in sync with his, came to a halt, the quiet sound of your steps now the only thing breaking the silence.

You turned around to face Taesan, your expression etched with confusion—or at least, that's what you wanted it to seem like.

"So, speaking of which," he started, his grin unfaltering as he closed the distance between you, "pretty girl, will you finally give me a chance?"

“A chance for?” you questioned, although knowing exactly where this was going.

“For us—you know, for me to ask you the very question you hate.”

“Hate is a strong word.”

“It’s not my fault that you act like you do,” he countered, his teasing tone shining through.

For once, you didn’t throw a scowl his way. Instead, you let out a small chuckle, crossing your arms as you tilted your head slightly. "Alright, then. Tell me."

“What?” Taesan’s eyes dilated slightly, his usual confidence wavering as he carefully gauged the sudden shift in your demeanor.

“Tell me the question I hate.”

“Do you want to…” His voice carried a hint of hesitation, making him wonder if this was even a right moment to ask you this–he had never felt like this before. His lips felt almost parched, leading him to press his lips together before he continued, “go out with me?”

“If I go out with you,” you trailed off, making Taesan’s curious eyes wander on your lips. “What’s in it for me?”

Taesan froze for a moment, the quick-witted remarks he usually had at the ready slipping from his mind one by one. His mouth opened, but all that came out was a soft, uncertain, "Um." Everything felt new to him.

He had never gotten too far with his confession before.

"Do you even know where you’d take me for our first date?" you teased, chuckling lightly as you stared at Taesan’s fidgety figure. You could see the way his grip on his skateboard tightened as his eyes almost carried a far-off, blank look–like his mind was racing but still empty.

If Taesan had to be honest, his brain had fixated entirely on two words from your question: first date. Were you actually considering it?

Wait, no—scratch that. He had to think back to your question.

Did he even know where he wanted to take you?

He was there, almost frozen, his brain malfunctioning. His mouth was parted, almost like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.

That was when you took the chance to grab the bag strap off his shoulder, sliding it back on yours with ease.

“Have a proper plan next time,” you said, replicating the same smile he’d been giving you the past few weeks, giving him a tap on his shoulder. “and maybe I’ll have an answer you’d want by then.”

You continued to walk your way home as if nothing had happened, leaving him standing there, completely dumbfounded. For a moment, Taesan didn’t move. His stunned expression lingered as your words echoed in his head, but it didn’t last long.

You knew he would’ve been right behind you again, talking your ear off again.

And that’s exactly what he did.

His disbelief would soon melt into a grin—an extremely wide one this time—before he jogged after you to catch up.

You didn’t turn to look at him, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to suppress as his voice filled the air again. His usual stories about his day—filled with compliments that always seemed to flow in the (one-sided) conversation effortlessly—were becoming longer. His energy radiated a cheerful feeling, as if the world around him had suddenly grown brighter and lighter with every word he spoke.

Taesan didn’t mind your silence–he usually never did. However, hearing what seemed like an answer–at least to him–only fueled his determination even more.

He wanted to turn your exasperated sighs and annoyed glares into soft smiles and loving eyes. He wasn’t naive enough to think it would happen simply overnight, but Taesan had always thrived on challenges.

With this challenge, he also knew one thing for sure: he’d get his lucky clover soon.

‘💬’ ─── tws songs are too good …. and ohh to be considered as someone’s lucky clover 🍀

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d-oie · 3 days ago

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rcttendolly · 3 days ago

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

Re4!Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

summary ! you wake up from a nightmare and are plagued with your own insecurities, but luckily, your boyfriend is right there to help lull you back to sleep + also show you how much he loves your body!

warnings ! NSFW, cunnilingus, praise, slight body worship, soft dom leon, slight hair pulling, pls tell me if i’ve missed any

wc ! 1.3k

notes: sorri for being gone so long ᡣ ︠ 𓈒. .𓈒 ︡𐑠 a sweet n short fic to get back into writing :3

sweat. that’s the first thing you notice when you’re suddenly jolted awake from your… not so lovely slumber.

your body is completely soaked in sweat, and your clothes are slightly clinging to your body as your chest heaves from the recurring memories playing in your head. well, they weren’t memories, per se, more like figments of your imagination that had made up a horrific nightmare about leon and you, so horrific it had jolted you awake at it’s climax.

speaking of leon, ever the light sleeper, he woke up the minute you sat up with a dramatic gasp, and his eyelids fluttered open as he glanced at your sat up form.

“sweetheart?”

you heard from behind you, and you swallowed before turning your head back to him, “mhm?” you asked quietly, watching as leon’s larger arm enveloped your waist and tugged you to lay back down next to him.

his head laid next to your ear as he spoke, “what are you doing awake?” he asked quietly, his voice no more above a whisper as he gently played with your hair, ignoring how sweaty it was.

suddenly, he speaks, “did you have a nightmare?”

ah, ever the perceptive one.

well, it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out what happened—you were covered in sweat and hyperventilating just a little.

“yeah,” you mumbled, turning to bury your face into his broader, warm chest.

god, he smelt so good.

leon hummed in response, wrapping you up securely in his embrace as he continued to gently play with your hair, yet after a while of you barely calming down, he decided he needed to at least do something.

small sniffles came from you as you laid in his embrace, yet you glanced at him as he gently laid you on your back, his own form moving to gently trace a hand along your side.

you just continued to watch him, your breath slightly hitching at the way his hand slowly slid up and underneath your shirt, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

in response to your breath hitching, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and he looked down at you, “just let me take care of you,” he whispered, dipping his head down to gently—so gently—attach his lips to your own.

immediately, you reciprocated the kiss, your hands coming up to gently play with his hair as you sniffled slightly, feeling his warm, calloused hand slowly trail its way up to the underside of your breasts.

you hummed in response, goosebumps rising on your skin as his hand moved, and you whined quietly into his mouth when his fingers gently played with your sensitive nipple, tugging slightly at it as he rolled it between his fingertips.

you squirmed slightly, “leon—”

“shh,” he shushed you, breaking the kiss to look down at you, his own gaze holding a hint of desire and something more… something deeper.

“just let me take care of you,” he whispered again, featherlight kisses trailing down from your jaw to your neck as his fingers continued to work on your breast.

you let out a shaky sigh in response, tilting your head up slightly to allow him more access to the column of your neck, yet your stomach instantly clenched when he responded with a small, “atta girl.”

you arched your back slightly against his hold as he trailed his kisses lower, both of his hands coming up to tug his shirt a little higher off your body.

consequently, he trailed his kisses lower down the valley of your breasts, mumbling small, quiet words of affection and praise as he did, “you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, his kisses trailing down to your stomach as he his free hand came up to gently tug at the little lacy, pink panties you were wearing.

“so cute,” he hummed, looking down at the growing wet spot on them, as his other hand continued to work on both your breasts.

“leon, please,” you whined, and he paused before looking at you.

“tell me how beautiful you are,”

“what?”

“tell me, or i won’t continue,”

“leon, im not—”

you whined as he slowly began retracting his hands, “okay, okay! i’m really pretty,”

“i thought i said beautiful?” he grinned, yet you could tell he was satisfied with your answer when his hands gently tugged down your panties.

leon was well aware you were quite insecure sometimes, and he had an inkling that your nightmare had something to do with that, so he was determined to show you just how beautiful you really were to him.

gently, he pressed a calloused finger against your clit, watching you intently as you arched your back slightly and whined, his finger trailing down to your entrance to gather some of your slick on his finger.

“already so wet, and so impatient,” he mused before moving to sit up and take his own shirt off, haphazardly throwing it somewhere on the floor.

he loved to lay back in between your legs, his larger hands cupping your thighs and throwing them over his shoulder as he looked up at you, and you swore you could’ve came just from the sight alone.

your boyfriend, laid in between your thighs and looking like he was about to devour you whole.

“leon!”

your name rolls off his lips like a prayer, a mantra, to any god out there for your boyfriend to take mercy on your poor, aching—yet totally drenched—cunt.

he’s been between your thighs for a good hour, his large, warm hands wrapped under your thighs and digging into the plush fat of them on top, forcefully holding you against him.

he doesn’t want you escaping.

not when he’s devouring you so deliciously.

he groans quietly against your cunt, the sound reverberating throughout your entire bones as you squirm slightly under his hold. your body feels on fire; the heat from his tongue creating an inferno of pleasure that threatens to burn you alive.

then, that lovely thread of pleasure begins to weave and coil within your abdomen, your muscles contracting and retracting rapidly as you choke out whines.

“good girl,” he groans and instinctively, you reach your hands down to fist your hands through leon’s hair and tug him closer, eliciting a small groan from him as you sob.

“leon— leon, ‘m close—” you hiccup, thrashing a little underneath his intense ministrations.

“come f’me, pretty girl,” he murmurs against you, his tongue flicking and devouring you so nicely, it makes your back arch and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

then, you tumble head first over the edge; your orgasm engulfing your entire body and tensing your muscles as you cry out babbles and incoherent sentences, yet, you don’t miss the way leon groans loudly against your cunt, and his body also tenses.

was he—?

your answer to that question is quickly answered as he rises up from the place between your legs, and you can see an obvious dark stain on his boxers, along with some cum slightly leaking out.

oh.

leon just chuckles at your reaction before leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle, soft kiss, pouring all of his love and appreciation for your body into it.

“love you,” he murmurs against your lips before laying down next to you, a small, satisfied smile on his face as he spoons you from behind, an arm lazily wrapping over your waist.

you hum in response, “love you too,” you mumble back before squealing quietly at the feeling of his soiled boxers pressing against your ass.

“leonnn,” you whine before huffing and shuffling away slightly, to which leon just lets out a low chuckle, tightening his hold around you as he pulls you closer.

“i’ll clean up in the morning,” he whispers, leaning over to gently kiss your shoulder, “right now i’m more focused on getting my pretty girl to sleep,”

a lazy smile spreads on your face as you sigh and just lean back into his embrace, his body heat slowly soothing you into a peaceful slumber.

before you fully drift off, however, you hear leon whisper a small, “sweet dreams, gorgeous.”

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ꪆৎ where love , feels like home

[ 리노 ] ✷ . . 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

۫ 𖨂 𓈒 𝑏f!minho ₊ ‎ ‎ 𝑔n!reader g. domestic fluff , established relationship. I,7OOw. ⎯⎯⎯ L𝒾BRARY . 𓋜 . cw. suggestive , kisses , close proximity , intimacy. ✦ requested drabble. ! ࿐

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the air in the bedroom feels warm, the remnants of earlier lingering in the space between you both. your body is heavy with exhaustion, muscles still tingling from the intensity, and your breaths are steadying but slow. the sheets are a tangled mess beneath you, barely covering your bare skin, and your boyfriend—who had collapsed beside you just minutes ago—shifts slightly, turning his head to look at you.

his smirk is lazy, a little smug, the corners of his lips curling in amusement as he watches you blink up at the ceiling. " 're you alive, darling?"

you groan, refusing to answer.

minho chuckles, rolling onto his side, propping his head up with his palm. he’s still completely bare, but he doesn’t seem to care, his other hand dragging across your skin absentmindedly. his fingertips skim your arm, your stomach, your thigh—soft, lazy, like he’s mapping you all over again.

"should i call an ambulance?" he teases, voice dripping with mischief. "or a priest?"

"shut up," you mumble, turning your head toward him. your limbs feel too heavy to move, but the way he's looking at you makes warmth bloom in your chest.

minho grins, his bunny smile peeking through before he leans down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead. "i’m taking that as a ‘yes, my beautiful boyfriend, i am alive, and you are the absolute best, most skilled man to ever exist.’"

you roll your eyes, but a weak laugh escapes you. "you’re so annoying."

"and yet, you love me," he sings, shifting to sit up. his body stretches, muscles flexing under the dim evening light filtering through the curtains. then, he sighs and pats your thigh.

"alright, superstar, let’s get you cleaned up before you start fusing with the sheets."

you groan in protest, barely managing to turn your head towards him. "too tired."

minho snorts, rolling his eyes. "yeah, no shit. you look like you just ran a marathon."

you blindly reach out to smack his arm, but he easily dodges, amused. "watch it," you mumble, voice sluggish. "i’ll bite you."

his smirk widens. "you promise?"

"minho."

"alright, alright," he laughs, patting your thigh before slipping out of bed. "stay put, baby. i’ll take care of you."

you whine in protest, curling further into the sheets, but minho only clicks his tongue. he’s already moving, already taking charge in the way he always does when it comes to taking care of you.

"lazy girl," he mutters, "if i leave you here, you’ll just pass out and then complain later."

you peek at him through half-lidded eyes as he grabs a clean towel from the drawer. he’s still bare, wearing sweats and no shirt, still nonchalant about it, and the way he moves—effortless, unbothered—makes you want to drag him back into bed.

but before you can even consider it, minho is already kneeling back beside you, gently coaxing you onto your back as he wipes you down with the warm, damp towel. his touch is tender, patient, and even though he’s not saying much, you can feel the quiet care in every movement.

"..you okay?" he asks suddenly, voice softer now. he’s not looking at you, too focused on his task, but you can tell he’s listening.

"yeah," you murmur, watching him. his brows are slightly furrowed, lips pursed in thought as he works.

"sure?" he finally glances at you, and for a moment, the teasing is gone. it’s just minho—serious, attentive, waiting for your answer.

your chest tightens at how much he cares, even when he doesn't always say it outright. "i’m sure, min."

he studies you for a beat longer before scoffing lightly. "good. otherwise, i’d have to start putting a ‘handle with care’ sign on you."

you swat at his arm weakly, making him laugh.

after he finishes cleaning you up, minho tosses the towel aside and pulls the blanket over you before grabbing a fresh shirt from the drawer—one of his, of course. he slides it over your head, helping you slip your arms through.

"there, all warm and cozy," he hums, patting your head. "now stay."

your chest flutters at his words, but before you can dwell on it, he’s already moving. he disappears into the kitchen, and you hear the sound of running water. a moment later, he returns with a warm, damp towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"here," he says, sitting beside you and pressing the glass to your lips. "drink."

you hesitate. "i’ll spill it—"

"i got you, lovely." his tone is softer now, less teasing, more patient. he tilts the glass gently, watching as you take slow sips. when he’s satisfied, he sets it aside and gets back up.

"where are you going?" you grumble, voice muffled as you nestle deeper into the covers.

"to make some amazing food," he replies, already pulling on a new pair of shorts. "unless you wanna eat air for dinner?"

"nooo, stay."

he sighs dramatically. "baby, you need to eat."

"you too," you mumble.

"that’s why i’m cooking," he replies, amused. "what do you want? something light? soup? or do you want something heavier?"

you peek up at him through sleepy eyes. "can i have rice?"

minho snorts. "you always want rice. what kind?"

"something warm. and comforting. and yummy."

he flicks your forehead lightly. "wow, such a specific request. thank you, i now have so much to work with."

"you’ll figure it out. you always do."

his expression softens, but he quickly masks it with another teasing scoff. "yeah, yeah. you’re lucky i love you."

you grin. "i am."

minho stares at you for a moment, something unreadable in his gaze, before he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. "brat."

"stay for a bit." you say, pulling him and not giving him another option.

minho pauses, lips twitching. "so clingy, baby," he teases, but the way he’s already climbing back onto the bed betrays him.

he slides in beside you, his arm immediately wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. his skin is warm, comforting, and you melt into the embrace without hesitation.

"five minutes, hun," he murmurs against your hair, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple.

"ten," you counter, tucking yourself closer.

minho huffs, but he doesn’t argue. instead, he lets his fingers trail up and down your back, absentminded and soothing.

minho chuckles, his hold tightening for a brief moment before he finally sighs. "alright, time’s up. let me go make food before you start nibbling on my arm."

"you okay?" he asks, not looking at you, but his focus is entirely on you.

"yeah," you murmur, watching him.

"you sure?" this time, he does look at you, brows slightly furrowed. "not sore anywhere? i didn’t go too hard?"

a laugh bubbles out of you, weak but genuine. "minho, i’m fine."

he eyes you for a moment longer before huffing. "you say that, but if i catch you wincing later, i’m gonna scold you."

you smile sleepily. "you always scold me."

"for good reason," he mutters. then, after a beat, he clicks his tongue. "you’re so messy. i should start making you sign a waiver before we do anything."

"minho," you whine, burying your face in the pillow. "can you not bully me while i’m recovering?"

"i’m not bullying you, i’m lovingly teasing you. there’s a difference."

"not really."

minho smirks. "you love it."

you glare at him, but it holds no heat, and he knows it. with a satisfied hum, he tugs you into his chest, shifting you into a more comfortable position. his body is warm, solid, and you melt into him without hesitation. and then he gets back up.

then, with zero warning, he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, then your nose, then your lips—quick, soft pecks that make you giggle.

"min—"

"shh," he smirks, giving one last kiss before pulling away, and getting up. "go back to resting, superstar. stay put. i mean it. don’t try to get up."

"i’m not five," you grumble.

minho raises an eyebrow. "yeah? then stop acting like a clingy toddler."

"you love it."

he smirks. "i do."

then, before you can retort, he disappears into the kitchen.

you sigh dramatically but let your eyes flutter shut, knowing that when you wake, minho will be there—with food, with warmth, with care, even if he’ll mask it with teasing.

and that’s definitely more than enough.

for a while, the only sounds filling the space are the distant clatter of pots and the occasional muttered curses from minho. you drift in and out of light sleep, the warmth of the blanket and the lingering scent of him keeping you comfortable.

after what feels like forever, he finally returns, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of rice and soup.

"okay, sit up, lazybones," he announces, setting the tray on the nightstand. "i made chicken porridge. best thing for post-marathon recovery."

you roll your eyes but obediently sit up, stretching. "you’re never gonna let that go, huh?"

minho smirks. "nope." he lifts the bowl and scoops a spoonful, blowing on it before holding it out to you. "here."

your heart swells at the gesture, but you still pout. "i can feed myself."

"i know," he replies simply, still holding the spoon. "but i wanna do it."

you sigh but lean forward, letting him feed you. the warmth of the porridge spreads through you immediately, soothing and comforting.

minho watches you, satisfaction flickering across his face. "good?"

you nod. "really good."

"obviously," he sniffs. "i made it."

you giggle, letting him feed you a few more spoonfuls before taking the spoon from him. "i got it now."

"mm." minho leans back against the headboard, watching you eat with lazy contentment. then, casually, he says, "if you don’t finish it, you’re getting another scolding."

you narrow your eyes. "you’re so bossy."

"and yet, you listen to me."

you groan. "unfortunately."

minho smirks but doesn’t push it. when you finish, he takes the tray and sets it aside before tugging you back down into his arms.

"there," he murmurs, pulling the blanket over both of you. "all taken care of."

you sigh happily, pressing your face into his chest. "you’re the best, you know that?"

minho chuckles, low and warm. "yeah, i know."

you slap his arm lightly, making him laugh. but then, he presses another kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

"get some sleep, baby," he murmurs. "i got you."

and with his arms around you, steady and sure, you believe him.

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