#I really want something cute for the summer

[shinebyeoli]

Hiiii I found out I have a somnophilia kink so can you do it?You can choose which Ateez member you want to write about.I really need it.😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

「 Between Sleep and Desire 」

☆SUMMARY: Your boyfriend wakes up in the middle of the night horny and desperate. He couldn't hold it in so he takes it out on you. but what happens next?

☆PAIRING: Boyfriend!Wooyoung x Fem girlfriend!reader

☆GENRE: Smut, fluff at the end.

☆WARNINGS: Somniphilia, Switch!Wooyoung, Dom!reader, Wooyoung gets into subspace at the end, rough sex, Unportected sex (don't do!), Humping, fingering, oral (on reader), missionary, Humiliation kink, overstimulateion, begging, crying, Aftercare.

☆WORDCOUNT: 3k

☆A/N: Hopefully this is good, I'm not sure. I've never written somnophilia before and for some reason I thought Wooyoung would fit it! I hope you like it.

You met Jung Wooyoung on a Thursday in late September, when high school hallways still smelled like dry erase markers and the midst of summer that clung to everyone’s skin. He’d barged into your chemistry class ten minutes late, his uniform tie hanging loose around his neck and his backpack dangling precariously off one shoulder. The teacher scolded him, but he’d just flashed that disarming grin—sharp, playful, all teeth—and slid into the desk beside yours like he’d always belonged there.

“Do you have a spare pencil?” he’d whispered, leaning so close you could see the tiny mole under his eye, which you thought was cute. You handed him one, your fingers brushing his, and by the end of class, he’d “accidentally” pocketed it. That was Wooyoung: equal parts charming and infuriating, a hurricane of cheeky grins and shameless antics.

He became a constant in your life. He’d snatch your notes to copy them “Your handwriting’s prettier than mine,” he’d say, batting his lashes, beg bites of your lunch “I’ll starve if you don’t share!”, and tease you until your cheeks burned pink. But between the chaos were quieter moments... Such as walks home after study sessions, his laughter softening as the sunset painted the streets gold, or the time he held his blazer over your head during a rainstorm, his arm brushing yours the entire way to your apartment.

“You’re such a weirdo,” you’d said, shivering under the awning as rainwater dripped from his hair.

He’d smirked. “But you like it.”

You did.

Graduation day arrived too quickly. The two of you sat on the school rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, soda cans sweating in the afternoon heat. Wooyoung had been uncharacteristically quiet, fiddling with the pull tab of his drink.

“I’m gonna miss this,” he said suddenly, glancing at you.

“Miss what? Me yelling at you for stealing my highlighters?”

“Yeah.” His voice dropped, playful tone dissolving. “All of it.”

When you turned to face him, he was already looking at you—really looking, his dark eyes unguarded. Your breath caught.

“Y/N,” he said, softer now. “What if I don’t want this to end?”

You kissed him first. Or maybe he kissed you. It didn’t matter. His hands cradled your face like you were something fragile, his lips warm and tentative against yours. The soda can tipped over, forgotten, fizzing quietly on the concrete...

NOW

2 Years later, you’re curled beside him in the cozy queen bed of your shared dorm, his arm draped over your waist. His breathing is steady, his cheek smushed against the pillow, making him look younger and softer. Your Wooyoung—still chaotic, still yours.

But tonight, something’s different.

It’s past midnight, and the room is bathed in the blue glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains. Wooyoung's drifting in that hazy space between sleep and awareness when he feels you shift. His fingers twitch against your hip, restless. A low, muffled sound escapes his throat—frustrated, almost pleading.

“Y/N…?” He murmurs, half-asleep.

you don't answer. your lashes flutter, your brow furrowing as you turn onto your back. The sheets tangle around his legs, and for a moment, his breath hitches. He freeze when his hand slides absently down his stomach, his lips parting in a silent sigh.

you're still asleep.

Wooyoung's pulse thrums in his own ears. He should turn away. Let you be. But He can’t stop staring—at the curve of your jaw, the way you make a tiny noise everytime you swallow. youre beautiful like this, vulnerable and wanting, and it terrifies him how much he feels it too.

“Doll..” he whispers, so quiet, but you don't hear it. you're in deep sleep.

He whines then—a soft, desperate sound that vibrates in his throat—his hips jerking subtly against the mattress. He was hard.

His fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles white, as if anchoring himself. “Fuck,” he whispers, voice strained. “Why won’t you just… wake up?”

But you stay perfectly still, your a subtle twitch of your closed eyes, feigning innocence. His frustration is palpable, radiating in the way his breath staggers, the way he bites down on his lip to stifle another groan. He's never been like this before. He needs you, but you're asleep.. a deep sleeper.

He rolls toward you again, his knee nudging between yours, a hard, insistent press of him against your thigh. Wooyoung's pulse spikes and his breathing is heavy, but he forces his body to stay relaxed. His forehead drops to your shoulder, damp with sweat, and he lets out a shaky laugh. “You’re asleep, aren’t you?” he mutters, equal parts exasperation and awe.

For a moment, he hesitates, his lips hovering over the thin fabric of your shirt. Then he presses a kiss there, his teeth grazing your collarbone. he nearly gasps, your toes curling under the blanket, but he pulls back before you can react. He didn't want you to wake up..

“No,” he hisses to himself, dragging a hand through his hair. “No, no, no—this isn’t—” He cuts himself off, flopping onto his back again with a muffled groan. His chest rises and falls like he’s just run a mile, his skin glinting in the dim light. He couldn't be horny... Not now, in the middle of the night.

He lies there on the bed, wide-eyed, as the clock ticks toward 1 a.m. But he remembered something.. You had once 'joked' about him fucking you until you woke up.. He sat up and looked at your figure.. You were a heavy sleeper so this would be perfect..

Outside, the world sleeps. Inside, something new and electric lingers in the air—unspoken, undeniable. He was going to fuck you until you woke up...

He got on top of you as the blanket slips from the bed like pooling in a heap of cotton and shame at Wooyoung’s feet. His stolen hoodie rucked up to your ribs, your pink lace panties clinging to the curve of your hips like a dare he’s too weak to refuse. A bead of sweat traces the column of your throat, his tongue darting out to wet his cracked lips.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his cock strains against his boxers, a damp patch spreading where the tip leaks incessantly. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t—But here he is, drawn to your heat like a moth to a flame.

He sinks to his knees and leans in until his breath ghosts across your parted lips. His nostrils flare, drinking you in, and his hand drifts to his cock, giving a squeeze through the fabric. Precum soaks his palm instantly.

“Y/N…” His whisper skates down your neck, your skin pebbles under his gaze, nipples stiffening beneath the thin cotton of his hoodie, and he whimpers, high and reedy. “You’re—fuck... you’re doing this on purpose.”

The accusation hangs between you, unanswered. Your chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm, each exhale soft and quiet. His fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, peeling them down his thigh. The elastic catches on the head of his cock, and he hisses, hips jerking instinctively.

“Look what you’re doing to me.”

A droplet of precum lands on your inner thigh. He watches it slide toward your knee, tracing the path of an old scar.

The panties are next. His fingers yanking them down in one vicious motion. “Shh,” he soothes, though it’s himself he’s trying to calm.

His free hand finds his cock again as he held the panties to his nose, stroking in time with the pulse hammering in his throat.

“Knew it,” he rasps against the fabric. “Knew you’d be fucking drenched for me.”

You shift in your sleep, thighs falling open wider, and he chokes on a sob. His hips piston forward, fucking the air above your leg, as he tongues the lace like it’s your cunt itself. Precum strings between his tip and stomach, glistening trails that catch the light with every jerky movement.

“Gonna ruin you,” he promises, voice thick with tears. “Gonna make you—fuck—scream my name—”

He’s rutting against your thigh now, the lace still pressed to his face. Your skin flushes red under his assault, where his cock slaps against it. He’s lost to the rhythm, to the wrongness, to the way your breath hitches every time his thumb brushes your clit.

“Y-yeah,” he stutters, hips stuttering. “Just like that. Take it.”

His orgasm crests without warning, tearing through him like a bullet. Ropes of cum stripe your stomach, your hip, the scarred knee he’s kissed a thousand times. He collapses forward, forehead pressed to your sternum, and sobs—ugly, heaving things that shake the bed frame.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, licking a stripe through the mess on your skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—”

But his cock twitches against your thigh, still half-hard, still hungry. He whines, high and desperate, and grinds down again, chasing the friction that’ll destroy him.

He moved your shirt up so it was bunched beneath your armpits now, his hoodie stretched and stained with sweat and semen. He’s only been at it for at least 10 minutes and he's already such a fucking mess��alternating between fucking his hand, your thighs, and the clenching heat of your sleeping cunt. His jaw aches from biting back moans, his throat raw from whispered pleas.

“F-fuck.. whish you would look at me,” he begs, two fingers buried to the knuckle inside you. Your walls flutter around him, a sleepy mimicry of the way you’d milked his cock last Tuesday, when he’d had you bent over the washing machine like a whore. “Please.”

Your hips roll up, seeking more, and he crooks his fingers, pressing hard against that spongy spot he’s memorized. Your back arches off the mattress, a silent scream parting your lips, and he feels it—the way your cunt clenches, the gush of arousal that slicks his wrist.

“There,” he snarls, fucking his fingers faster. “Knew you’d cum on my hand. Knew you’d—fuck—love this.”

He’s rock-hard again, talking to you while you're dead asleep. He's practically talking to a wall. His neglected cock slapping against his stomach with every thrust. Precum drips onto your thigh, mingling with the dried streaks from before, and he grinds his palm against his tip, smearing the mess.

“Wanna taste you,” he whimpers, lowering his head between your legs. His tongue swipes through your folds, lapping at the combined flavors of his cum and your arousal. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Was all he could think in that pervert little mind of his.

He eats you like a man condemned—sucking your clit, thrusting his tongue inside, teeth grazing your tender flesh. Your thighs clamp around his ears, muffling his broken moans, and he claws at your hips, desperate to get closer.

“Doll,” he gasps, pulling back to stare at your glistening cunt. “Doll, please—”

But you’re still asleep, still gone, and the realization cracks him open. He scrambles up your body, hands shaking, and crushes his mouth to yours. The kiss is all teeth and desperation, his tongue licking into you as if he could steal your consciousness through sheer force.

“Wake up,” he pleads against your lips. “Wake up, wake up, wake up—”

He couldn't hold it in anymore.. He positioned his throbbing cock right against your hole and slammed in. It made you whimper a bit but at this point, the poor boy didn't care. He needed to fuck your cunt by now. It was already a dripping mess. He couldn't believe he was fucking you, asleep.

“S'tight.. Shiiiiit..” He whined out as he was slamming into you over and over again. He looked down as he watched his cock go in and out. He was so mouthy when he was submissive.

Suddenly, your lashes flutter. He freezes, terror icing his veins.

Your eyes open.

He’s inside you in an instant again, sheathing himself to the hilt with a sob. The stretch burns, your cunt fluttering around his girth, and he collapses atop you, tears dripping onto your collarbone.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes, hips rolling instinctively. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop, I’ll—”

Your nails carve crescents into his shoulders, anchoring him. “Don’t.”

He stills, breath hitching. “Y-Y/N—”

You lock your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass. “Did I say stop?”

The command shatters him. He fucks you in earnest now, pace frantic, the headboard slamming against the wall in a rhythm that matches the pulse roaring in his ears. Sweat drips from his chin onto your breasts, and he laps it up, salt and skin and sin exploding across his tongue.

“Gonna fill you,” he snarls, voice guttural. “Gonna pump you so full of cum you’ll be leaking my cum for weeks...”

Your hands fist his hair, yanking. “Harder.”

He obeys, hips snapping forward with enough force to bruise. The slap of skin echoes through the room, a vulgar metronome counting down to oblivion. Your moans fuel his frenzy, each breathy whimper a brand against his soul.

“Mine,” he growls, biting your shoulder. “Mine, mine, mine—”

You arch beneath him, cunt clenching like a vice, and he screams your name as he spills. His orgasm rips through him, violent and endless, painting your insides white. He collapses, sobbing, and clings to you like a man drowning.

His tears pool in the hollow of your throat, salt mingling with the bitter tang of his shame as he fucks his oversensitive cock deeper, chasing the high only your body can give. You weren't done, no.

The room reeks of sex—cloying musk, dried cum flaking on your thighs, the metallic sting of blood where his teeth pierced your shoulder. He laps at the wound now, tongue rasping over the broken skin, and moans when you arch into the pain.

“More,” you demand, nails raking down his spine. “You can do it.. You're such a slut.”

He whimpers, hips stuttering, and obeys. The slap of flesh grows louder, wetter, each thrust forcing a choked gasp from his swollen lips. His cock aches, raw and overstimulated, but he can’t stop—won’t stop—not when your cunt milks him so perfectly, fluttering around his length like it was made to ruin him.

“D- doll,” he rasps, forehead grinding against yours. “I’ll—fuck—I’ll die if I stop—”

You seize his jaw, forcing his gaze to yours. “Then don’t.” You breathe out as he humps you, his tip hitting your g-spot over and over again. You liked this, you liked having him submit to you. “Y-you just couldn't wait, c- couldn't you?”

The command cracks him open. He fucks you like a man possessed, hips pistoning erratically, tears and sweat dripping onto your chest. His hands scrabble for purchase, fingers bruising your hips, and he hauls you closer, deeper, wetter. The angle shifts, his tip grinding against that spongy spot inside you, and you scream, back bowing off the mattress.

“There,” he sobs, pounding into the spot relentlessly. “That’s it, that’s—fuck—how you like it, right? How you always liked it—”

You claw at his shoulders, making a few marks, and he revels in the sting. The pain anchors him, a counterpoint to the suffocating pleasure coiling in his gut. His balls tighten, another orgasm looming, and he grinds his forehead into the pillow beside your head, teeth sinking into the fabric to muffle his screams.

“Gonna cum,” he warns, voice shredded. “Gonna fill you up again—”

You lock your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass. “Do it.”

He shatters.

His release floods you, hot and endless, and he collapses atop your trembling body. His cock twitches inside you, still spurting weakly, and he whines, oversensitive and raw.

“Too much,” he slurs, tongue lolling against your pulse. “Too much, t-too much—”

His hips roll out instinctively, his poor cock against your thighs.

“Shh… I’m here. You did so well,” you murmur, and his exhale hitches, a broken sound that makes your chest tighten.

He’s deep in his subspace, that fragile, floating state where words dissolve into sensation. You guide him to the edge of the bed, his legs unsteady, and he slumps against you, forehead pressed to your sternum.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again, “For waking you. And… earlier. I didn’t mean to—”

“Look at me,” you say, softer than you intend. He does, pupils blown wide in the dark, and you thumb the worry from his brow. “You think I’d let you do a single thing I didn’t want?” A half-smile tugs at your lips, fleeting but real. “You,” you press, “are exactly what I want. Every time.”

You take his hand and lead him into the bathroom, the light flickers on as you clean up properly. He leans against the sink, watching you wet a washcloth under the tap. There’s a bruise blooming on his hip, and you pause to run your fingertips over it. “This okay?” you ask, and he nods, a shiver skittering through him. “Yeah. Feels… good. Like you’re still here.”

a few minutes later, you're both back in bed, he curls into you, his head pillowed on your heartbeat, and you let your nails drag lightly down his nape, the way he loves.

“Will you…?” he starts, then stops, biting his lip.

“Will I what?”

“Say it again. That you’d… that it wasn’t too much.”

You tilt his chin up, holding his gaze. “I’d let you ruin me every night if you asked,” you say, low and deliberate, and his breath catches. It’s not entirely a metaphor. You’ve seen the way he comes alive in those moments—feral and radiant, all sharp edges and wildfire—and part of you wants to let him burn you to ash.

He kisses you then, slow and syrupy, all the desperation gentled into something sweeter. When you pull back, his cheeks are damp again, but he’s smiling. “Thank you,” he says, like he’s handing you a secret. “I love you, Y/N..”

“I love you too, woo...”

By 3:30a.m., he’s asleep, one leg hooked over yours as if to keep you grounded. You stay awake a little longer, listening to the rhythm of his breaths, the distant hum of the city outside. The candle on the nightstand has pooled into wax, the wick drowned. You’ll need to buy a new one tomorrow, you think.

Or maybe you’ll wait. Let the remnants linger, proof of the night’s wreckage and repair.

But for now, you press your lips to the crown of his head, breathing him in—this boy who trusts you with his broken edges, and the hands that always, always put him back together.

[yearsbecomingcool]

meet the parents | daniel markowitz

donate to gaza here | masterlist

pairing | daniel markowitz x f!reader

synopsis | after 3 months of dating daniel finally introduces you to his parents and invites you to spend the eighth night of hanukkah with his family.

warnings | f!reader, jewish!reader, fluff.

word count | 4.4k

a/n | i wanna give a huge thank you to @kawaii1kitten for reading over this for me to make sure everything was accurate, it meant so much for someone to offer up their time like that and it was greatly appreciated. i got this request back at the end of january but have been incredibly busy since then (21st birthday, trying to get my license, new season of yellowjackets, writing a 7.6k word fic about jason from hell of a summer that you should all read…) but i did also take some time to research hanukkah for this fic. if anything is falsely represented or you think could be portrayed differently please let me know and i can fix any mistakes made! thank you so much for the request and hopefully it came out to your liking. also thank you to @joeloverture as always for reading over this and giving me input!!

taglist | @snazzynacho

You had been dating Danny for three months and somehow still hadn’t met his family, it wasn’t the most unusual thing in the world but you couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious. You would always hang out at your house, never at his. He always made an excuse about a messy room or someone working from home that day and you were beginning to feel a bit fed up with it. Today he was picking you up for a date, a trip to the movies. You heard his horn go off and ran outside, hopping into the passenger seat. You lean over and give him a quick peck, “You look cute today, scruffy, but cute.” You caress his cheek, looking at him lovingly.

He blushes, leaning into your touch like a cat. “So you don’t want me to shave?”

“Not yet…I’ll be generous and give you another week,” you tease, pinching the pale flesh of his cheek between your thumb and forefinger. He giggles and pulls away from you, he backs out of your driveway and starts to head towards the theater. 

You could save your questioning till after the movie, make it easier on both of you, but you’ve never been known to choose the easy route. You decide to come right out with it, “Why haven’t you introduced me to your family yet?”

He coughs nervously, “W-What?”

“Your family. You haven’t introduced me to them at all, you haven’t even brought me over to your house. We always just go to mine. There has to be a reason, so tell me Danny, what is it?”

His face grows hot and he swallows nervously. “I-It just hasn’t been the right time…they’re always busy. Y’know…I just…”

“You hardly talk about any of them besides your grandma, who sounds lovely by the way. But it just feels weird, if you have a bad relationship with them I’ll drop it but I’m just curious about your family. It feels like you’re hiding me from them and vice versa,” you explain.

He sighs, “My parents are just…a lot, okay? They still treat me like I’m a kid, hell my mom still has Life-360 installed on my phone.”

You giggle, “Were you a bad kid in high school or something?”

He laughs, “The furthest from it actually. I hardly went out, never went to parties, never did drugs. I was a good kid, my parents just…they’re intense and I know they care but they don’t really treat me like an adult yet. I didn’t want to scare you away or have you think I’m some Norman Bates mommy’s boy, I just want you to like me.”

“I already like you, dork. Do you think I’d be going out with you for three months if I didn’t like you? I’m certainly not dating you for your car.”

“But you could be dating me for my money,” he jokes.

“I’m practically your sugar mommy, mr. unemployed, I don’t wanna hear it.” 

“Okay…okay, I get it, you do actually like me. But are you sure you wanna meet my parents?”

“Yes! C’mon, let them get the embarrassing stage out of the way already. I’ll come over and bring them some nice wine and nod politely while they show me baby pictures and tell me embarrassing stories about you from your childhood. Doesn’t that sound nice?” You’re trying your hardest to convince him.

“It sounds better without them embarrassing me but I guess it could be worse…why don’t you come over for the final night of Hanukkah, it’s the one day this week where both my parents are off work so they won’t be super stressed or anything. We’re doing it at my grandmas so you’ll get to meet her too,” he suggests, finally giving in.

“I finally get to meet the famous Thelma Post you’ve been telling me about!” You celebrate.

“I’ve told her all about you too, she’s been asking when she can meet you.” He starts to poorly imitate his grandma, “Danny I’ll have one foot in the grave before you bring her over to see me!” You both burst into laughter at his imitation. “Don’t tell her I did that…please…”

You hold your pinky up, “Pinky promise.”

It’s the eighth day of Hanukkah and Daniel had come over to your place to help you cook, he insisted that you didn’t need to bring anything but you were determined to make a good impression. He’d been here for a few hours helping you make sufganiyot, normally his mom would make some but she was more than happy to leave that task up to you once you’d offered. You’d already made the filing the night before, letting it sit in the fridge for a few hours. Danny had been eyeing it as soon as he saw it in the fridge. Once you were done preparing the sufganiyot you’d piped some onto his finger, letting him finally have a taste. He sucks the cream off his finger and moans at the taste, “Fuck this is good. My mom is gonna have one bite of this and ask when I’m putting a ring on your finger, I swear.” 

“And what are you gonna tell her?” You tease, placing a hand on the counter and leaning against it, trying to look seductive.

“That I need an actual job before I can even think of walking into a jewelry store.” 

You roll your eyes and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into him to give you a soft kiss. He looks a bit silly, wearing the apron you’d bought him when you’d gone grocery shopping the other day. It had a stupid little slogan that made you cringe on it and you knew it’d be perfect for him. When he’d arrived you held it up for him and he rolled his eyes. “For me?” He teases, holding his hand up to his mouth. You smacked him with a dish towel. 

While you went to get cleaned up and changed for the party Danny lounged on the small couch in your living room, flicking through the channels. He was grateful the SY-FY channel was still playing shitty horror movies this time of year. He’d gotten about halfway through Sharknado when you came out into the living room ready to go. You’d done natural makeup, some soft smoked out eyeliner and some lip gloss. You were dressed casual but cute, wearing a dark blue sweater and some black jeans. Danny sits up from the couch and smiles as his eyes rake over you, “You look great.”

“You’re so sweet to me, Danny. C’mere.” You outstretch your hand to him, pulling him up from the couch and into your arms to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. He grabs the wine off the counter and you grab your tray of sufganiyot and he opens the front door for you, locking it up before opening the passenger door for you. As you sit in the car on the way to his grandma's condo your knee bounces up and down, a nervous tick that you’ve had for years. Danny notices and places his hand on your thigh.

“It’s gonna be okay, I promise. I should be freaking out more than you, I have no idea what  embarrassing shit they’re gonna tell you tonight!” 

“I really hope they have a whole scrapbook for me to look at. I wanna see every embarrassing school photo, your awkward prom pictures, your cute little baby pictures.”

He groans, “Your parents didn’t show me any of that for you though!”

You laugh, “Uh yeah because I told them I’d never come back home again if they did.”

“You’re mean.”

“I’m not mean…I just know how to get what I want.”

He narrows his eyes but keeps them on the road, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Your hands are trembling when you get to his grandma's condo, you knew you’d be nervous you just didn’t know you’d be this nervous. “Do you think they’ll like me?”

He chuckles and parks the car, “They’ll love you. You have your shit together, you’re beautiful, you’ve helped me get my shit together I’m pretty sure that’s everything they want in a woman for me.” 

“And if they somehow don’t like me?”

“Then I’m staying with you anyway, I don’t care what they think. I know they’re gonna love you and I know for a fact that my grandma is gonna love you. Before the night is over she’ll be shoving her phone in my hand and demanding I friend you on Facebook for her.” He smiles at you like you’re the only girl he’s ever loved, he means every word he says, he’s not just trying to make you feel better.

“The only approval I need is yours and Thelmas.” He laughs at your joke and leans across the console to kiss you. He cups your face gently. When you pull away he’s smiling like a schoolboy.

Your face contorts in confusion, “What?”

“I just…” He runs his hand through his hair, “I really like you. I’m happy we’re doing this.”

You feel like a lovesick teenager, “Me too.”

Daniel goes around and opens your door, bowing his head as you step out of the car. “You’re such a nerd, you know that, right?”

He smiles at you playfully, “Are you gonna bully me in front of my parents? I don’t think they’ll like that too much. My grandma especially won’t.” 

“Well shit I can’t let Thelma down…”

“Exactly, so be nice!” He kisses your cheek and leads you to the door. He knocks quickly before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You rest your head against his shoulder as you wait for his parents to open the door. You hear rustling and suddenly the door opens. His mom is standing there with a huge smile on her face. At first glance she doesn’t look much like him, she’s got dark brown hair cut into a neat bob and light green eyes. When she smiles that’s when you see the resemblance. Her tortoiseshell glasses pair nicely with her tan sweater and brown pants. 

“It’s so good to see you two! Come in, come in!” She exclaims, moving aside for the two of you to come in. You follow Daniel inside and kick off your shoes by the door before going into the kitchen to put your sufganiyot down on the counter. There’s already a few dishes sitting out and ready to go. Latkes with a small dish of sour cream sat next to them, fried bimuelos with honey drizzled over top, and some brisket. His mom, Gail, hugs you like she’s known you her whole life. 

“Danny has told us so much about you, I was wondering when he would finally introduce you,” she says, nudging him playfully with her elbow. He looks down at the floor bashfully.

“I guess I didn’t realize everyone was so…eager to meet.”

“Well with how you talked about her we all wanted to finally see the lovely girl. How are you?” His father, Alan, comes up behind Danny and outstretches his hand to you. You shake his hand and smile politely. 

“I’m great, Danny takes the best care of me. You’ve raised a wonderful son.”

Daniel looks down blushing again, he does this every time you praise him. It’s something he’ll never get used to. 

You take a second to look around the room, her kitchen reminds you so much of your grandma’s house. The only word you can think of for it is cozy. She has an array of plants all over the kitchen, some are sat on the windowsill above the sink. A few of the bigger ones sit on a white metal shelf populated by some cutesy glassware and a couple cookbooks. You feel right at home. You grab the wine from Daniel and present it to his parents, “I wasn’t sure what kind you would like so I hope this is okay.”

They take the bottle and inspect it, “It’s perfect.”

His parents thank you and bring you into the small tv nook where Thelma is sitting comfortably on the family's couch. You marvel at the collection of books she’s collected over her lifetime. They sit cozily on her built-in shelves, a modest CRT TV sits at the center. On each side of the couch sits more bookshelves. You can imagine yourself curled up on her orange and white pinstripe couch spending your days working through her collection.  “Grandma, there’s someone I’d like for you to meet.” She turns and smiles as she sees you. She’s quick to get to her feet, walking towards you happily. “Oh honey! Finally! I thought we’d never get to meet at this rate, ah, look at you! Danny you’ve always had good taste but she’s got to be my favorite! Oh just look at her, Danny you make such a cute couple.” Now it’s your turn to blush as Thelma gushes over you. She holds your hands in hers and smiles at you warmly.

“You’re too kind…Danny has said so much about you. I think he’s been hiding me away so I don’t become your new best friend,” you joke, helping Daniel lead her to the front of the house. The house is set up a bit strangely, her main living room is quite spacious, and a bar sits behind one of the floral couches. It’s unused, now displaying various family photos. There’s even more books on more beautiful shelves, you wonder if she’s read them all.

Thelma playfully swats at Daniel's arm, “Have you been hiding her? I always could do with more friends. You know that, Danny.” You admire their menorah as it sits on a white tray on a small table in front of the window, it’s a beautiful gold color, made of brass. It was his parents' wedding gift. A blue table runner sits beneath it.

He giggles, “Can you blame me for wanting to keep her to myself?” The three of you stand together, his parents on either side. 

You watch as his father loads the candles, their matchbook sits on the tray next to the menorah. You watch as his father strikes the match and lights the shamash and begins to recite the blessings. “Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech HaOlam, asher kidshanu b’mitzvotav v’tzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah. Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech HaOlam, she’asah nisim l’avoteinu, b’yamim haheim bazman hazeh.” Once he’s finished reciting the blessings he lights each candle from left to right and puts the shamash at its place in the center. It makes you think of past Hanukkah celebrations you’d spent with your family, it’s the first year you’re not spending it with them. You have a feeling you can convince Daniel to come to yours next year.

You all head to the kitchen and grab a plate and start to grab your food, you load your plate up happily.

Daniel pours you each a glass of wine, Thelma has water instead. The table is small which makes things a bit cramped but you make it work, you and Daniel sitting close enough that your elbows knock occasionally.

“Was your family alright with you missing out on celebrating with them this year?” Thelma asks as she sips from her glass.

“They understood, they’d like Danny to come to ours next year for a night. They really loved him when they met him.” Daniel squeezes your hand softly.

“Oh of course! Maybe we could all get together next year, have a little party!” She suggests.

“That sounds perfect. I’m sure they’d love to.” 

As you begin to dig into your food you look over at Gail with a sly smirk. “So…what was Danny like as a kid?”Daniel chokes on his wine, his eyes going wide. He didn’t expect you to start asking about this as soon as dinner started.

Gail smiles knowingly at Daniel, she knows just how badly she’s about to embarrass him and she’s going to cherish this moment for as long as it lasts. “Oh he was just precious. Such a sweet smiley little boy,” she takes a sip of her wine, “but he was so shy. I remember on his first day of Kindergarten he was so scared, he wouldn’t let go of my leg. Poor thing…”

“Aww Danny…I was a shy kid too. Maybe not that shy but it took me a while to grow out of it. I remember sitting at a table with a group of other shy kids in English class and we were all supposed to do some project together and I had to pull myself out of my shell for it because none of them wanted to,” you laugh.

“That sounds like Danny. Y’know there was this shy boy in his class when he was younger,” she turns to face Daniel, “Wendy Horowitz’ son, do you remember him?”

Daniel nods. He has no clue who she’s talking about.

“Anyway, he got hooked on Don Julio and he’s been in and out of rehabs ever since. Always made me worried for Danny, you never know what the quiet ones are doing…”

“Well I don’t drink much, I’ll have one if I go out somewhere nice for dinner, but I’m usually the designated driver. Danny doesn’t really have much when we go out either.”

Gail rubs Daniel on the shoulder, “Oh you’re cutting back on the drinking? Good, see Alan she’s already a good influence, only 3 months in!”

Alan smiles, “You did get him to throw out that ratty old cardigan too.”

“There were too many holes for it to be considered wearable at that point. I bought him a nice new one to replace it.”

Daniel blushes, “The new one is softer…”

“He’s always worn his clothes till they were falling apart…I’d always fix them up so he could wear his favorites a bit longer,” Thelma says.

Daniel looks at her with nothing but love in his eyes and smiles,”And thank you for that. You’re why most of my favorite sweaters are still around.” 

Gail chuckles, a memory surfacing. “Do you remember that phase you had where you would only wear your Spider-Man costume? You were like what…six? You wore it everywhere! I remember you even demanded you wear it to school under your clothes.” Daniel's face turns bright red as the rest of you giggle.

“I uh, I think I do remember that,” he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“That’s cute. I think I did the same with some princess dress my mom had got me.” As fun as it is to watch him squirm with embarrassment you still don’t want him to get too embarrassed. 

The rest of dinner is spent with Gail telling childhood stories about Daniel, most are just cute instead of embarrassing but once dinner is wrapped up is when the embarrassment really starts. Thelma is quick to lead you to her array of childhood photos of Daniel she has on display. You pick up each one, inspecting them closely as he looms over your shoulder, face bright red with embarrassment. “Do you really have to show her the middle school ones? Those are just…they’re bad…” He groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“Oh but Danny you were so cute! Wasn’t he?” Thelma asks, turning towards you.

You giggle and smile, “The cutest.”

“See! Not embarrassing!” 

Daniel groans and puts his hands over your eyes, he leans down to whisper in your ear, “I think you’ve seen enough.” It’s playful and cute. You giggle and lean back against him.

“I think I wanna see more actually-”

He’s quick to cover your mouth with one of his hands, “She doesn’t know what she’s saying. That wine must’ve been strong, right baby?” He moves his hand from your eyes to your chin, maneuvering your head to make you nod. “See? She’s all good on childhood pictures now, Grandma.”

You lick his palm and he yelps, pulling his hand away. “Don’t listen to him! Show me the worst ones!”

Thelma is doubling over in laughter at the two of you, it reminds her of when she had met her husband. “Oh I’ve got more, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” She heads over to the bookcase to start looking for her photo albums. 

Daniel leans down to whisper in your ear so softly that no one else can hear, “You’re so getting it later. You hear me?”

You giggle, “I’m sure I am, Danny…” He loves to talk a big game but hardly ever follows through. You know it’ll end in giggles and a makeout session on your couch. 

He helps Thelma bring over the photo albums, setting them down onto the coffee table before taking a seat next to you. “You better be nice to me about these.”

“Danny how bad could they be? Don’t be so dramatic, we were all dorky when we were younger.” You rub his shoulder comfortingly. You lean against his arm as he opens the first one. The first page is his mom holding him in the hospital, his tiny footprints next to the photo make you tear up a bit.

Thelma tells a small story with each photo, “He was such a smiley baby. The happiest in the family. I remember Gail called me one time to ask if it was normal for a baby to be so happy all the time,” she laughs, “she’s always been such a worrier…”

“You were adorable Danny, your smile is the same now y’know.”

He leans his head against yours, “Some things never change I guess.”

“I’m glad you’ve still got that sweet smile and all those beauty marks.”

He smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead as you continue to look through the photo albums. His face heats up with embarrassment as they reach the elementary school photos. He’s wearing silly graphic tees and missing teeth, new ones growing back into place. There’s photos of him playing video games, kindergarten and 5th grade graduations. Photos of him with childhood friends and peers, most of the names he can’t remember but he has a story for almost all of them. “He had a pet lizard! I begged my parents, and Grandma of course,” he nudges Thelma with his elbow, “for one too. But when I actually went over to his house and saw it in person it scared me so bad I never asked for another pet again!”

“What kind of lizard was it?” You ask curiously. 

“A bearded one, like that dinosaur in Jurassic Park that ate Nedry.”

Your eyes light up, “Ah! I can see why you’d be terrified now.”

He blushes bright red with embarrassment once the middle school pictures start coming up, awkward phases, bad haircuts, and plenty of embarrassing stories. It’s an awful time for everyone but it seemed particularly cringe inducing for Daniel. You and Thelma stifle laughter as he tries to defend his magician phase with his life.

“The girls were into it I swear!”

“Thelma, did you tell him that to make him feel better?” You ask, leaning forward to see her.

“I think I did…”

Daniel dramatically scoffs, feigning offense at her confession.

“Did you like try to pull a flower out from behind a girl's ear?” You joke.

His cheeks turn pink, “I-I…no…”

He’s a little less defensive over his high school photos, you can see him finding his style in every photo. He’s switched out his silly graphic tees for band t-shirts and cardigans, his cargo shorts for skinny jeans. It’s interesting to watch him figure out who he is through photos. You smile at the photos of him at concerts on his tiptoes trying to peer over the shoulders of the people in front of him. There’s ticket stubs from his favorites glued down next to the photos of him at each one. You can tell you would’ve been friends in high school, probably more considering how you ended up. He was your type to a tee. You could imagine asking him out to see whatever indie movie was playing at your local theatre, him slipping his headphones on you in a diner afterwards to show you his new favorite band. You feel a pang of sadness that you didn’t know him back then. You’re grateful to have him now. You cuddle up a bit closer to him as he gets to the final picture, it’s him on graduation day. His hair was grown out and combed back under his graduation cap. His favorite is the shot of Thelma and him together. He has his arm slung over his shoulder as he holds her close.

“Why don’t we take one of you two to add to the album?” Thelma suggests.

You smile and look at Daniel, trying to see how he feels. He’s smiling just as big as you are and he nods, getting up from the couch. “Where’s the camera?”

“It’s in my office on my desk, right by the computer,” Thelma explains. Once he’s walked off to retrieve the camera she leans close to you, taking your hand in hers. “You’re my favorite of the girls he’s ever brought over. Thank you for being so good to him…I think you’re what he needs.”

You feel tears begin to well up in your eyes, your lip quivering. You reach up to wipe your tears and nod, “I think he’s what I need to.” Thelma leans forward and hugs you tight, you pull away with Daniel comes back with the camera.

“Should I call dad to come take it?” He asks Thelma.

“Oh no, dear. This is the one technology I know how to use!” She gets up from the couch and takes the camera from Daniel, directing him to sit next to you. She continues directing the two of you, telling you how to pose. “Danny at least try to look like you love her! You’re so stiff!”

He chuckles and tries to relax, pulling you closer to him. You’re leaned against him, your head on his shoulder as he holds you close. You glance up at him for a second and hear the camera go off. “Oh, I wasn’t ready!”

Thelma smiles down at the photo, turning the camera back around for the two of you to look. It’s instantly your new favorite photo of the two of you. You’re cuddled up, gazing into each other's eyes. “I think it’s perfect, dear.”

[sl-vega]

📷 CLICK SNAP!

-> synopsis: amateur and aspiring photographer fishii does everything they can to expand their portfolio, whether that be picking up odd projects, doing freelance work, or joining their school's photography club. after a friend of a friend tells them they know guy that can set 'em up with a solid gig with tons of experience. what fishii doesn't expect however, is for it to be an internship with a major fashion magazine team, or for it to involve taking photos of a painfully attractive model that's exactly their age- a certain yukimiya kenyu to be exact. and it's one thing to have an incredibly attractive co-worker that you have a massive crush on, it's another thing when said attractive co-worker transfers to your school! so in a snap and shutter of a camera, yukimiya finds his way into fishii's life and becomes an ever growing presence. both in their camera roll, and heart.

headcanons about click snap!

i personally think this could either be one of those single season anime series that forces you to read the manga to see how the plot goes, or a bit of a slowburn with 2-3 seasons

of course I don't think the slow burn would result from crappy miscommunication (*coughs* kimi ni todoke-) but more so because it would just be a heartfelt story about two people figuring out their feelings?

strangers/co-workers to friends to lovers!

yapper x listener (according to fishii)

they fell first x he fell HARDER trope

i think the first few episodes would be about your experience working as a photographer for yuki, and then slowly realizing you liked him, and then the first season would end with your internship coming to a close but then surprise, surprise, he TRANSFERS TO YOUR SCHOOL-

then the studio leaves season one on a cliffhanger like that and people are waiting with bated breaths for the next one

the next season(s?) are going to contain a bunch of regular romance anime stuff

ie school festival arc, probably a beach episode, and maybe some summer filler etc.

i think it would be around a school festival ep where yuki realizes he likes you? but it's not in a super flustered/in denial type thing

it would be a very sweet admission towards the end of the episode where he's kinda just staring at you from across a room or something where he realizes how much he likes you :D

i think it would be really cute if the series finale would be at the end of the school year during a firework show, and you and Yuki have a little heartfelt confession scene + your first kiss!

then one of your friends gets their hands on your camera and takes a photo of that exact moment, then the show ends with a snapshot of the photograph framed-and maybe with a little epilogue of you and yuki living together after you've graduated <3

ops and eds

openings: kimi ni todoke, message, clear

endings: let me be with you, honey, groovin' magic

playlist/ost

moodboard

thanks for participating fishii! I hope you liked the silly little concept I scrambled together for you <3 @fishii28

-> want something like this for you and your f/o? just head on over to my current event and read the rules!

divider creds to @aquazero

[bellelovesyou]

My villain era is over (ap tests are over) prob gonna change my theme again lolol

[rosecandyart]

My personal rankings of the special splatfest Frye outfits because I need to show her more love.

1. Splatoween

2. Frostyfest

3. Summer Nights

4. Springfest

5. Grand Festival

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

SCOGUE-“Tember”

Day “6”: BARBIE 👱🏻‍♀️✨

This Barbie is too Goth for this.

He’s Ken.

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[iknaenmal]

what was that one show whicj was like a summer camp and there were witches and the artstyle was like so cute and also the protagonists were an elephant and a hedgehog i think and the colors were really soft and such

[avatardoggo]

THIS MAN MADE ME A WEBSITE FOR MY BIRTHDAY 🥹😫😣😳😭🥰

[fingertipsmp3]

I feel like I’ve lived through at least a month just in the past 3 days. I checked the date just now and damn near had an out of body experience when I realised Monday was only two days ago

[yixiangs]

i saw a post on twitter about what concept zb1 should have so here are some of my favourite recommendations that i think they should recreate:

(disclaimer, i got very excited so this got long. if they end up plagerising one of these you all have to come and thank me. this is me manifesting)

no air, the boyz (a classic, everyone wants this one)

giddy up, the boyz

energetic, wanna one (another classic, id love this)

JELLY POP, boys planet (LISTEN TO ME. ITS PERFECT. pair something like this with an arcade/video game concept like giddy up or switch and im sold)

blue hour, txt (pls pls pls)

sugar rush ride, txt (its a bit darker but im obsessed with the summery vibes)

touch, nct 127

from now, verivery

wave, cix

oh my, seventeen (THE summer song. who would we be without her)

bye bye bye, wei (its summery AND elegant like what more could i ask for)

ddd, the boyz (are we seeing the trend here)

take me higher, ace

gravity, 1the9 (this ones actually just entirely me but pleaseee listen to it you'll get what i mean. it would be so so good for a 2nd/3rd comeback. idec if it doesnt suit their vibe ITS SUCH A GOOD SONG)

crazy sexy cool, astro (okay the name is a bit. but the vibe of the song is so pretty!!)

bff, p1harmony (this would be great for a bside!!)

complete, onf (another completely delusional one but yknow what idc)

our dawn is hotter than day, seventeen (i PRAY we get something like this for a bside,, just anything pretty and nostalgic would be so nice)

honourable mentions:

all night, astro (everyone wanted this early bp and im not against it actually, id be behind that)

we must love, onf (if we're not getting that summer concept i PRAY this is what we get instead)

utopia, ateez

fallin flower, seventeen (its so perfect for a hyung-line song i can already imagine it)

[wewontbesleeping]

YAY my first swimsuit (I ordered 2!!) came and it fits AND it’s cute

[jupiter-reimagined]

ive reached a funny number in my sketchbook collection: number 34. i have something really funny i could do in this one

[minjv]

i hate spending money + i promised myself i wouldn’t buy any sm albums but the cosmic cosmie versions are just soooo cute

[rosicheeks]

I'd feel like the luckiest man alive to buy a beautiful girl like yourself a bunch of flowers! What are your favourite kind of flowers?

[nishiyako]

After A Long Day (NSFW)

Paring : Kenji Sato x Reader

Tags : Doggy style, Vaginal penetration, Make outs, praise , after care, Fluffy ending, Reader has some type of long hair, established Relationship, Kenji has some sort of complex.

Summary : After a long day of work, Kenji comes home to his lovely girlfriend with a surprise, merch she got of his jersey. Seeing his name and player number on you does wonders to his already inflated ego.

Kenji Sato was everywhere, his face and name of hundreds of billboards and products, it dose something to someone's ego.

He loved the support from fans, the attention from media but most importantly, he loved coming home from a long day of interviews, events, and partiess to you.

Simple and lovable you.

He parked his bike outside before entering his mansion, placing his helmet and keys on the dinner table before seeing you sitting in the living room on your phone while the TV was running.

He made his way over to you, your eyes looked up from your phone screen to see him suddenlt infront of you, you can't lie that you got a little startled but you were more happy he was back before it got too late,

He bends down and plants a soft kiss on your forehead, tucking a stray strand of hair away from your face in the process. He sits beside you as he unzips his biker jacket, "whatcha' watching?" He asks, wondering what's got you so focused this late at night, throwing his jacket to the end of the couch promising himself he'll clean it up later, throwing his arm around your shoulder, pulling himself closer.

"It's a tie between the TV and my phone if I'm being honest" you giggled placing your phone down, you met his loving gaze, placing your hand on his chest, softly kissing his cheek "how was your day sweetheart?" You asked softly, almost as a way of apologizing on you being so voided.

"Good, busy as always." He said like he was waiting for that question all day, meeting your hand on his chest, moving it, holding it while it rests on his lap "Well, it was mostly interviews and shooting for promotions for the team, after that we had a few drinks."

You listened intently as he got into the details of his day, complaining mostly. Giving your thoughts and opinions whenever he asked.

"That's about it. What did you do the whole day?" He asked after wrapping up his day, "Nothing really, just watched TV and cleaned up here a bit, " you said plainly before you stood up from the couch.

"Something I ordered came in the mail though," you said with a smile on your face. "Yeah? What is it?" He asked, as your smile peaked his intrest.

You took his hand, pulling him over to the bedroom, perverted thoughts alredy entering his mind, thinking you probably ordered some slutty liengre and wanted to show him.

You sat him down on the bed as you escaped into the bathroom, asking him to wait for a moment as you closed the door.

As soon as that door shuts he alredy started imagining what you're gonna walk out wearing, probably wearing something tight and strapy, an idiotic smile alredy appearing on his lips from picturing you in something that small.

But he remembered you weren't the type to get something like that, maybe a new dress? Something light for summer. His past thoughts still lingering no matter how cute the dress would be, imagining just lifting it over your hips and fucking you dumb.

His hands covered his red tinted face from just imagening it, sexual frustration just from you keeping him in suspense, "Ken? You ready?" Your voice through the door snapping him back to reality "Huh? Yeah, yeah." He said, a slight stutter from his voice.

You creecked the door open, as he took a deep breath, he opened his eyes.

You wore an oversized jearsy with his team's name on it, it looked simple enough, He thought it was cute, swing you show support for his team, practicly his second family.

Until you turned around, moving your hair to the side and there he saw it, a big 7 and his last name on your back.

You couldn't miss it either, it was right there, black bold lettering on the thin white fabric. You walked closer to him as his eyes were fixated on the way it hugged your body and how your thighs were peaking of out of the fabric just bearly.

Straddling his lap as he still couldn't find the strength to move a muscle, until he did.

His shaky hand going under the jersey, rubbing your bare hip, as you kissed him, your hands running through his hair as his hands creeped up your thigh looking for some panties to pull down, truely a perfect way to end his day he thought.

A giggle exits your mouth as he pulled away from the kiss, a puzzled look on his face before he felt you push him down on the bed snapping him back to attention suddenly, your mouth alredy leaving marks on his neck eagerly, seeming like the both of you werent even on the same wavelength.

"You arnt gonna find something down there, I'm not wearing anything" you whisper nonchalantly before continuing to attack his neck with kisses and love bites.

Basically hinting the fact that you're weren't wearing panties.

"You planned this didn't you" he breathed out

Is eyebrows widen in suprise, he takes a mintue sinking it it before accepting his fate before he layed back with stupid smirk, enjoying the free hickies while he undid his jeans.

In a few minutes you found yourself under him, the jersey just slightly above your midriff, his eyes widened. Holy shit, you really weren't wearing anything under that.

His signiture grin on his face as he pulled down his jeans just above his thighs, he swore he saw hearts in your eyes when you felt him press against you.

He had a feeling you've been pent up for a while, he was just too busy to do anything about it, until now ofcourse.

You felt him pick you up and made you lay on your stomach, pulling your hips right against him, feeling him throb in-between your legs, so close yet so far from where you realy wanted it, you felt his hand grip onto the flesh of your hips.

He leaned down, closing the distance between you two, his chest right against your back and his lips millimeters away from your ear "Feel that? All for you babe." He said in a husky tone, right against your ear, a grin on his lips after hearing a whine come out of your mouth hearing those words.

Your body jolted, feeling something familiar prod inside you, His mouth still right against your ear, not changing a single thing. you heard his breath hitch everytime he gets deeper.

Your body shivered from the feeling, you've missed this. You've both missed this.

He held your hands over your head, pressing them against the bed sheets as he gently bucked his hips, moving carefully feeling how tight you were around him yet taking him so well.

He was taking it in, fucking his perfect girlfriend, having her perfect voice loud enough to echo around the house, thanking his perfect self he got a place far from anyone else.

He got to have you, all to himself, after a long work day, wearing a jersey with his name on it.

With his name on it.

He let's go of your hands remembering something, one of them holding you by your hips, rutting in and out of you while the other one tucks your hair to the side of your shoulder, revealing the back design of his last name and player number on your back.

Shit, he felt so egotistical and narcissistic but this was better than any kind of liengre or sundress you could ever buy.

Looked like a scene from a wet dream he could've had.

You felt him pick up the pace, started moving aimlessly yet his tip kept rubbing the perfect spongey spot inside you. Your voice started raising, getting louder than it always was, not like you could say anything from your fucked out state.

His muscles started to tense, getting lost into he feeling of being inside you, spitting out praise.

"You're doing great baby," or "you look so fucking good for me." He'd coo, with just saying how much he loves you, and parts of you like how your hair was a mess, how perfect it looked when his cock would disappear inside you, or just worshiping your ass.

And most importantly that desperate arch on your back, only making it easier for him to hit that sweet spot over and over again.

The room being filled with the sound of moans, skin slapping against skin and the creaking of the bedframe. Laser focused on the overwhelming feeling of your walls around him, fluids dripping down your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

"Fuckk, Kenji, Kenji!" you cried out, making him stutter in his thrusts, hearing his name escape your lips a few times.

Hundreds, thousands, even millions of fans have cried out his name but nothing was quite like that one.

He kept going, this time with quicker, more feverish thrusts making you start to babbel words, "Whyd you stop?" He teased "cmon, who do you belong to?" He said, a sinister laugh following his remark.

"You" you breathed out still being thrusted in and out to, "names baby, I'm gonna need names." He said in a faux pity tone, you didn't even have to turn around to know he had the biggest, dumbest smile on his face right now.

You melted in his grip, you moaned his name again with more passion, feeding that ego of his. Knowing only he was the one making you feel like this, the leg trembling, spot hitting, eye watering kind of sex.

With his player number and last name on your back, he was thinking of finnishing inside and starting a family alredy, making you really his.

But that would be a bit too much to baby trap you, he knew you weren't going anywhere.

Seeing his last name on your back just drove him crazy, sining in the thought that one place, one day, that's gonna be yours too.

He wakes up from his baby fever trance to your voice "Fuck, Kenji... I'm so fucking close" you curse out, your hand meeting his, his other one continually making you bounce against him.

His spare hand layers over yours, holding it against the bedsheets, as he closes the distance once more, his lips right against hers, "Go on, you've earned it." He says before buying his face into the crook of your neck.

At that moment, you started seeing stars

He feels your walls tightening around him and you moan out his name for the final time. Seeing your body tense up and legs shake for him was something he would never forget the feeling of, knowing how good he made you feel never gets old.

His thrusts slow down as you come down from your high. He pulls out stroking his shaft a few times to the view of your fucked out body, using the white opaque liquid as lube, spilling his warm seed onto your curves, some hitting the new jersey by accident.

"Shit, you might want to wash it now." He laughed, you were too tired to make a comment on him alredy cumming on your new jersey.

Minutes pass, maybe around an hour. You see your loving boyfriend bring you your favorite tea "still sore?" He asked, "just a bit.." you reply back.

Now in a new pair of clothes and him snuggling up to you in bed, turning on the TV and putting on both your favorite series.

Truley, the perfect way to end both your days.

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A/N : Haven't posted in a hot minute, I know. Sorry to my followers, I know this is something new, but I swear the bnha fics r coming, there somewhere in my files 😭

A/N : Those who've read in in the first 13 hours actually pointed out there was a typo, so thank you for that <3. I'll try to spell check more diligently since I mostly only write late at night <33