#I’ve not eaten today I’m realizing

[siriusfelis]

[giddlygoat]

uh oh i’ve developed both a hyperfix on customizing rubber ducks and argos and mr plant within a matter of hours. on top of ttcc. how am i going to be able to sleep with all this adhd energy dawg

[lesboytistic]

hi

[caterpillarinacave]

Man I do not feel good

[diamonddaze01]

Love: Best Served Hot

pairing: chef! kmg x gn!reader genre: tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, slice of life wc: 2.7k

summary: even when he’s exhausted, mingyu wants to care for you. 

a/n: this was supposed to be a 300 word drabble idk what happened // i love chef mingoo!!

The door creaks open, releasing a gust of chilly air that carries with it the rich, savory aroma of sautéed garlic and fresh spices. The warm glow of the kitchen lights flicker to life as Mingyu steps inside, his cheeks flushed from the cold and his hair slightly tousled from a long shift. He kicks off his shoes, leaving them haphazardly by the door, and stretches his arms overhead, letting out a dramatic sigh that echoes through the apartment.

“Guess who’s here to save your taste buds!” he announces, though the weariness in his eyes and the slight slump of his shoulders tells a different story.

You look up from your phone, a grin spreading across your face. “Don’t you ever get tired of cooking, Gyu?” you tease, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, the familiar warmth of the kitchen enveloping you.

He feigns offense, placing a hand on his chest as if you’ve just insulted his entire culinary career. “For you? Never. I’m making you gourmet ramen from scratch. The kind that makes you forget your ex. Trust me; it’s a glow-up for your palate.”

“You said that yesterday about the ribs,” you point out, watching him glide across the kitchen with practiced ease. The overhead lights cast a soft halo around his figure, and the way his hair flops into his eyes adds an adorable charm to his focused expression. “And the kimchi jjigae last week, and the burgers the time before that.”

“Shhhh.” He reaches around you for a cutting board, dropping a soft kiss on your lips to silence you. The warmth of his lips lingers as he pulls back, a playful spark in his eyes. “I’ve never met someone who complains so much about getting wined and dined.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms with a mock pout. “I’m not complaining; I’m just keeping you accountable. I need to know if your cooking is really as good as you claim.”

Mingyu laughs, a rich, warm sound that fills the kitchen and dances around you; it makes your heart sing a little, like a schoolgirl with a crush. “If you’re so worried about it, maybe you should just let me cook in peace.”

As he focuses on the task at hand, the slight sheen of sweat forming on his brow catches the kitchen's light, his movements slowing just a fraction. His fingers are steady but the small tremor in his hands gives away just how long he's been on his feet. He brushes his hair back with a frustrated tug, eyes closing briefly as if savoring a second of relief before diving back into the task. It’s in these small, unguarded moments you realize just how worn he is—the dark circles under his eyes, the set of his shoulders that normally stand so proud, now sagging ever so slightly. But even through the exhaustion, there’s a determination in him, the same kind you’ve come to recognize every time he puts your needs before his own.

“Hey,” you say, your voice softening. “Are you sure you don’t want to take a break? You’ve been on your feet for hours.”

He glances over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. “And what, exactly, have you eaten today, hmm?”

“Uh…” You falter, feeling a familiar flush of embarrassment creeping in.

“Here, let me help you.” He sets down the knife and taps his foot expectantly, whisk in hand. “Knowing you, you probably just subsisted on iced lattes all day because you were too busy to get a real meal, right?”

You huff, your indignation flaring. “I’ll have you know that I had a Pop-Tart and a bag of Skittles! Those are major food groups, you know.”

Mingyu bursts into laughter, but you catch a glimpse of concern flickering behind his playful facade. “Riiiiight,” he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. “So now, you’re going to shut up and watch your gorgeous, incredibly talented, hot chef boyfriend make you a meal that has an actual vegetable in it.”

He gets like this sometimes, when he's frustrated that you don't take care of yourself. It’s been a cause for many an argument in the past—his insistence that you need to eat and your stubbornness that you know how to take care of yourself. Those conversations often swirl around the kitchen like a storm, but there’s a gentleness in the way he brushes off your concerns that tells you he cares deeply, even if he masks it with humor.

You watch him chop vegetables, let yourself get lulled into dreamlike trance with the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board. He moves with precision, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration as he glances over to check your expression. His dedication tugs at your heartstrings, a reminder of how he loves: by placing food in front of you even when he’s on the brink of falling asleep standing up. You’ve learned that his love language isn’t just about the meals he makes; it’s in the way he basks in the glow of your compliments, how your smile lights up his tired eyes like a spark in the dark.

You take a step closer, your fingers absentmindedly grazing the cool countertop, the warmth of the kitchen offering little comfort against the concern gnawing at you. It’s moments like these that make your heart ache —the way he pushes himself, never stopping until he’s done taking care of everyone else, even when he should be the one resting. A small, tight knot forms in your chest as you watch him, the way his brow furrows with each precise chop, his body moving with a practiced ease that can’t fully mask the heaviness of his fatigue. You wish you could stop him, take over for once, but you know he wouldn’t allow it. Still, you try to lighten the mood. 

“You know, you could just let me make dinner once in a while,” you offer, though your voice softens with unspoken worry.

He shakes his head, a grin breaking through his feigned annoyance. “And ruin my masterpiece? Never.”

The way he leans into the task, the sheer determination on his face, makes you fall in love with him a little more each day. It’s not just the food—it’s the way he pours his heart into everything he does, even when it means sacrificing his own comfort for yours. You can see it in the way his shoulders relax when you compliment his cooking, how he laughs more easily when you’re around, and how the corners of his eyes crinkle with joy when you taste something he’s prepared.

“I just want you to eat something real, not just sugar and caffeine,” he continues, a hint of worry creeping into his tone, finally letting his humorous facade fall for a second.  “I can’t have you turning into a human-sized Skittle.”

You can’t help but laugh at the image, feeling the tension of the day slip away. “I’ll have you know that I’d be a delicious  human-sized Skittle, thank you very much.”

He rolls his eyes playfully but then yawns again, the gesture drawing your concern back to the surface. “See? That right there—no more yawning until you’ve eaten something substantial, got it?”

He feigns a mock salute, but you can see the hint of exhaustion etched across his features. “Okay, okay, Captain Concerned. I promise I’ll eat something as soon as this ramen is ready. Just… give me a minute.”

You nod, the sincerity behind his words warming you. As he stirs the bubbling broth, you can’t help but admire the way his brow furrows in concentration, how he occasionally glances your way to ensure you’re still there, still watching.

“Alright, but you’d better not fall asleep in front of the stove,” you tease gently, your voice light but your heart heavy with concern.

He nods, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile. “No promises,” he retorts playfully, but the warmth in his gaze tells you that he appreciates your worry, even if he’d never admit it outright.

“Just keep your gorgeous, incredibly talented hot chef boyfriend awake, alright?” he says, a teasing lilt returning to his voice.

You can’t help but smile, feeling your affection for him grow in the warmth of the kitchen, surrounded by the scents of his hard work. “Deal. But you’d better make that ramen quick, or I might just have to find a way to fuel you with caffeine and Skittles.”

The kitchen hums with quiet, the only sounds coming from the bubbling broth and the soft scrape of Mingyu’s knife on the cutting board. You don’t need to fill the space with conversation; just being there, your silent presence, is enough. It’s always been enough for him. After a long day of being barked at on the line, of rushing orders and chaos, this is what he craves—your calm support, your quiet companionship. You don’t need to ask him how his day was; the tension in his shoulders, the way he brushes his hair back in frustration, tells you everything.

You watch as he works, each movement slow but precise, his exhaustion barely hidden beneath the surface. And still, even in his fatigue, there’s a quiet grace in how he prepares your meal—chopping vegetables, whisking broth, his fingers moving with the kind of ease that only comes from years of practice. He flicks the pan to stir the ingredients and adds garnish with a flourish—and looks over at you for validation.

Even though you’ve seen him do this hundreds of times, you still smile when he meets your eyes.  It’s a dance you’ve perfected: him cooking, you watching, the back-and-forth that fills the space between you. It’s more than just food—it's the way he pours himself into each meal, hoping to see that spark of happiness in your eyes, that subtle nod of approval that tells him, once again, that he's done well, that you love what he’s made. And it never fails—you always smile, and in that moment, it’s like he’s won an award.

“That was slick,” you murmur with a grin, watching his tired eyes light up like you’ve just given him a standing ovation. 

In return, he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, gentle and warm. “Only for you,” he whispers, but you know it’s true. It’s in the way he offers you spoonfuls of broth to taste, holding the spoon up to your lips, watching carefully for your reaction. When you hum in satisfaction, the tension in his shoulders eases, his tiredness momentarily forgotten.

Every compliment you give is met with a kiss—sometimes on your lips, sometimes on your nose, sometimes just a gentle press to your forehead. You know that this is his love language, this silent back-and-forth of care, and it’s how you love him, too. Just being here, watching him, letting him unwind at his own pace. You don’t need to talk for him to know you’re there, supporting him. He knows you’re here, watching him, feeling the weight of his exhaustion, without needing to say it. It’s in the way you linger nearby, always close but never overbearing, allowing him to move at his own pace. Sometimes, just your presence is enough to ease the weight of the world on his shoulders, the sound of your breathing in sync with his, the gentle hum of the kitchen filling the gaps. 

You sit at the counter, content to let him work in silence, knowing he’ll fuss if you hover too much. But, true to form, he turns around every now and then, his eyes narrowing like he’s assessing the situation. “You’re going to eat, too, right? Not just stare at me?”

“Obviously,” you tease, though the warmth in your chest says otherwise. He’s tired, you can see it in the way he brushes his hair back, but still, his concern is always you—making sure you’ve eaten something other than sugar and caffeine all day. “I had a Pop-Tart, remember? And Skittles,” you add.

He rolls his eyes, not even trying to hide his amusement. “Yes, of course, the epitome of gourmet food. You need actual food, not whatever sugar rush you’ve been riding on.” There’s a playful tilt to his voice, but beneath it, the care is genuine, the worry etched into his furrowed brow. He doesn’t have to say it, but you can feel it in every movement, in the way he insists on feeding you something real, even when he’s on the brink of exhaustion.

When the ramen is finally done, the kitchen smells like a cozy hug, and he brings the steaming bowl over with a satisfied smile, his usual swagger dimmed slightly by the long hours he's endured. But instead of sitting down at the table, you slide onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist without hesitation, pulling you closer, his body melting against yours in a sigh that carries all the weight of the day. You can feel the tension leave his shoulders, the stress ebbing away as you press yourself against him. 

“Eat,baby,” he murmurs, pushing the bowl toward you. But when you don’t immediately take a bite, he reaches for the chopsticks, bringing the noodles to your lips himself.

You chuckle softly, but he’s serious, his eyes fixed on you as you take the first bite. “Good?” he asks, as if he isn’t already sure of the answer.

You nod, chewing slowly, savoring the warmth that spreads through you. “Perfect.”

Satisfied, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, but before he can relax completely, you grab the chopsticks from his hand and lift a bite of ramen to his lips. “Your turn,” you say, watching as his expression softens.

He laughs under his breath but doesn’t protest, taking the bite with a small nod of approval. “Good,” he hums, his voice lower now, sleepier. But as tired as he is, he still won’t stop fussing, making sure you take another bite, and another, before he lets himself have one too.

The silence between you is comfortable, filled only by the occasional murmur of approval or the clink of chopsticks against the bowl. Every time you compliment the ramen, he preens a little, leaning in to press another kiss to your cheek, your nose, your lips. And with every bite, you fall a little more in love—not with the food, but with him, with the way he cares for you in the smallest, quietest ways. Even when he’s exhausted, even when he should be the one resting, he’s still making sure you’re taken care of, that you’ve eaten, that you’re loved. And that’s how you know he loves you—because he can’t help but put you first, even when his eyes are heavy with sleep.

You sit there, nestled in his lap, feeding him and being fed, the two of you wrapped up in the warmth of the kitchen. This is how you love him—by just being here, letting him rest in the silence, your presence enough to soothe him after a long day. And in return, his way of loving you is by feeding you, taking care of you even when he’s exhausted. No words are needed; the quiet between you speaks volumes.

“You don’t have to always do this, you know,” you whisper, your fingers gently tracing the edge of the bowl. The ramen is long gone, and he’s running his fingers up your arm, goosebumps erupting in their wake. “Take care of me, I mean.”

Mingyu’s chuckle rumbles in his chest, the vibration sending a warm ripple through your body. “It’s not about having to. I want to,” he says simply, his voice low and sincere. “Besides, you’re terrible at taking care of yourself. Someone has to make sure you eat.”

You can’t help but laugh, even though you feel a lump forming in your throat. His love is always like this—quiet, unspoken, wrapped in the warmth of small actions rather than big words. It’s in the way he insists on feeding you, the way he pulls you closer when he’s tired but still makes sure you’re taken care of.

“I love you,” you whisper, almost instinctively, the words slipping out before you even realize.

He doesn’t respond right away, but you can feel his grip tighten ever so slightly, his arms drawing you closer as if he’s pulling you into the very core of him. Then, softly, so softly you almost miss it, he presses a kiss to your hair and murmurs, “I love you, too.”

[fattystoriez]

Preston’s 18th Birthday

Content Warning: Incest, Homophobic Slurs, Weight Gain

Preston was a normal teenage boy, except for the fact that he was adopted by a gay couple when he was born. His mother didn’t want him and he learned that some time after he was born, she died. He knew nothing about his biological father, but he never stopped looking, his dads didn’t even know who his father was. His dads were great, but Preston never stopped wondering what life would be like had he been raised by his biological father.

A couple months ago, Preston’s biological father reached out through Facebook. His profile had no pictures and seemed to be new, but he had the DNA test from when he was born to prove his relation. His name is Travis, he’s in his mid 40’s and he is a construction worker. Despite not knowing what his dad looks like, Preston started to talk with his dad more and more. His two dads suggested that he meet his father for his 18th birthday before the party, Preston thought this was a great idea and so did his dad. So they had made plans to meet, he would chat and have lunch and come back to his house for his party.

Preston’s Birthday

Preston woke up to a massive aching boner, one that was begging to be released. “Oh GOD!” He moaned loudly as he grabbed the hard on, his underwear soaked in precum. “Fuck I don’t have time to take care of this” Preston thought, “I’ll just take a shower and maybe it’ll chill out.”Preston’s cock calmed down after he took cold shower, but he could help but notice that he was still very horny. He threw on a t-shirt, a pair of briefs and some gym shorts. Preston checked his phone, it was 11:30am already, he needed to hurry or he’d be late for lunch with his dad. He went downstairs saying bye to his dads, got into his car and headed towards Travis’s place, his cock slowly leaking precum the whole way there.

Preston noticed as he was getting closer that his dad lived in a trailer park, which was fitting given he is a construction worker. He didn’t realize how nice he had it with his dads, living in a suburban home with a nice new car and electronics. Travis would barely be able to afford rent let alone all of Preston’s nice commodities. Preston knocked on the door, he heard heavy footsteps walk towards the door and it swung open to reveal Travis.

Travis was HUGE! His tight orange shirt couldn’t even cover his massive belly, and his underwear… or are they shorts??? They looked tight on his waist. His face was covered by a bushy beard, hair that the top of his head lacked. He still has some hair around the sides of his head, which only added to his grotesque appearance. “Preston!” The massive bear of a man said with a thick southern accent, he squeezed Preston in a tight hug, the contact making his cock leak some pre cum. “I’m so glad you’re finally here, I’ve been waiting to watch- I mean… see you all day!”

Travis showed Preston into the trailer, it was dingy and grimy, Travis clearly doesn’t know how to pick up after himself. Preston could tell he also didn’t smell the best, having a very distinct and vile musk that emanated from him “I’ve been excited too…” Preston noticed the massive amount of food that was over in the kitchen area. “Is that… for lunch today?” Preston was confused, there was no way two people could eat that much, even if Travis was a massive hog.

“Of course it for lunch big guy! You’re 18!” Travis said that as if Preston should know what that means, it was then that Preston felt his stomach gurgle in hunger. “But let’s start with your birthday cake, I made it special myself.” Travis walked Preston to the dining table and pulled out the most delicious cake Preston has ever seen.

“Oh you really didn’t have to do this much, there’s no way I’m eating all of this.” Preston said as he sat down, Travis cutting him a slice of cake. “Oh it chocolate, that’s actually my favorite.” Preston took a bite of the cake and it was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life, it even made his cock stand back up. “Oh god… this is good!”

“I thought you might like it, made it with my own secret recipe.” Travis went behind Preston, massaging his shoulders as his son starts to pig out on the rest of the cake. “It’s a tradition for men in our family to eat like this on their 18th birthday, son.” Preston couldn’t stop himself from eating more of the cake, he couldn’t process what was going on. “When men in our family hit adulthood, we grow quickly into slobbish pigs.”

Preston was having a hard time processing the information, he couldn’t stop eating the cake long enough to worry about what was happening to him. “Oh god… daddy what’s happening to me?” Preston’s voice started to have a light souther accent that could barely be heard through the chewing.

Preston’s body started to plump up quickly, his abs from his years in track were fading away. “You can’t stop the change, son.” Travis started to feed Preston once the cake was gone, “Your faggot daddies couldn’t have prepared you for this son, they wouldn’t know what to do with a pig like you.” Preston’s head was spinning, his body getting fatter and fatter as his body gives in to his DNA.

Preston’s once smooth chest has pumped into two soft moobs that jiggled with every bite, his jawline started to fade as the fat started to accumulate. Preston was in a blissfully perverted shock as his whole life was being ruined by this pig of a man, his cock rock hard was leaking like a faucet, soaking his underwear. “Daddy… I’m getting so fat…” Preston moaned in between foods, “w-why do I sound like this daddy… w-“

“Shhhhhh” Travis shushed Preston as he shoved a greasy slice of pizza into his mouth. “You’re becoming just like your daddy, and your daddies daddy, as so on. You come from a long line of perverted hogs.” Travis gripped Preston’s cock with his other hand, “my daddy helped me out exactly like this, fattened me up real good.” Travis pumped Preston’s leaking cock as he told him how much of a pig he was going to become. “You’re gonna love it boy, you’ll be able to turn other men into fat hogs just like us. It one of our many talents, one that I can’t wait for you to use.” Preston was in a fattening bliss, listening to the hypnotic words coming out of his daddies mouth as he played with his own fattening body.

“Oh daddy… daddy I’m gonna-“ Preston released, soaking his underwear and his dad’s hand, this act of finishing sealed Preston’s already inevitable fate. “Oh god daddy, look what you’ve done to me…”

Preston’s belly was as big as his daddies, he couldn’t stop jiggling the soft flesh that had taken over his body. “I didn’t do nothin’ boy, this was your natural calling.” Travis took a doughnut, wiped Preston’s cum into it and fed it to his son.

After Preston was done chewing his specially glazed doughnut he wondered who he could make into a fat piggy himself, the he thought of his faggoty dads. “Let’s go visit my dads, daddy!”

“Of course boy, those faggots are gonna piss their pants when they see how big you’ve grown.” Travis helped Preston up and walked his half-naked fat ass to Travis’s pickup truck, the two whales could barely fit in it together. “We’ve got a party to get to, boy.”

Part 2?

[uzurakis]

Hi! I like your writing about jjk men reaction to y/n reader breaking up, but would they react the same if the reason for break up is y/n falling out of love? 🥹

YOU? FALLING OUT OF LOVE?

featuring: gojo satoru. fushiguro megumi. nanami kento. choso kamo.

n. yall rlly like to hurt yourselves 😭 godd the amount of angst i have in my inbox. hope this one pains you enough then </3

“we need to talk..”

GOJO SATORU. he looked up from his phone, that stupid smile dancing on his lips. “uh-oh, that sounds serious. what did i do this time? forget to take out the trash?”

trying to maintain your composure, you shook your head. you usually would lecture him about that, but not this time. it’s far more different than forgetting to take out the trash or not washing the dishes. “no, it’s not that. it’s… it’s about us.”

gojo’s smile faltered slightly, but he remained playful. “us? oh, let me guess. you’re secretly in love with my best friend, right? this is just one of those elaborate pranks. you should delete tiktok, i think it’s—“

“satoru, i’m falling out of love with you.” you took another deep breath, held in it for some amount of time to see his reaction, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

“great, just what i needed to hear today. so funny, babe.” for a moment, he just stared at you, as if waiting for the punchline. then, when it didn’t come, he laughed nervously. “you’re kidding, right? this is a joke. you can’t be serious.”

“i’ve been feeling this way for a while now..”

his laughter faded, replaced by a look of confusion and hurt. “no, no, no. that can’t be true, baby. you’re just having a bad day or something, right? we can work through this.”

you felt a tear slip down your cheek, and you wiped it away quickly. “it’s not just a bad day, satoru. i don’t feel the same way i used to.”

he stood up, pacing the room, his hands running through his hair in frustration. “this doesn’t make any sense. we were fine. we are fine. you can’t just… fall out of love like that, right?”

“tell me i’m wrong, please..”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. for a moment, megumi just stared at you, his eyes wide with surprise, mouth slightly opened; like he intended to say something but immediately got eaten by the weight of the situation. then, his expression hardened, and he looked down, his hands clenching into fists. “i… i don’t understand,” he said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion.

the silence that followed was suffocating. you could see the pain in his eyes, even though he was trying to hide it. “megumi, i’m so sorry. i didn’t know how this happened, i.. never wanted this to happen..”

“no..” he shook his head, still looking at the ground, “what changed? did.. did i do something wrong?”

you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. “i tried to make it work. i really did. but i can’t force my feelings, it’s eating me alive too, gumi..”

megumi nodded slowly, his gaze distant. “it’s my fault i didn’t realize you felt that way. just, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

guilt and regret struck a chord deep within you. the pain in his eyes, the genuine hurt in his voice, the way his shoulders slumped slightly, and it tore at you. it was clear that he blamed himself, and that realization only made your own emotions more compound.

you reached out to touch his hand, but he pulled away, the gesture making your heart ache even more. “i don’t, i didn’t know how to say it to you.. how could i? i care about you so much, megumi. but i can’t lie to you or to myself.”

“if that’s how you really feel, i guess there’s nothing i can do to change your mind.” he stood up abruptly, not sparing a glance at you, not even once. “so, we.. we just… go our separate ways now?”

“…sorry, i.. i need some time alone.”

NANAMI KETO. nanami just stared at you for a brief while, his expression unreadable. he nodded slowly after that, his eyes becoming thoughtful. “i see,” he said in a quiet manner. “i guess we’ve both changed.”

you felt a lump form in your throat. “i never wanted this to happen, kento.. never once i even thought about this.”

he reached across the table and took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. “it’s not your fault,” he said softly despite the circumstances you’re throwing him in, “people change, feelings change. it’s a part of life.”

“but i feel like i’m letting you down. like i’m betraying everything we had. i don’t want that, kento.”

“you shouldn’t burden yourself with guilt, sweetheart. this isn’t something you can control, and it’s not fair to blame yourself for it.”

looking down at your intertwined hands, you felt some kind of sorrow and relief. “you’ve always been so understanding, kento.. i don’t deserve this.”

he squeezed your hand gently. “we shared something special, and i’ll always cherish that. but if your heart is no longer in it, then it’s better to be honest.”

“we can certainly try. it will take time, but i’d rather have you in my life in some capacity than not at all.”

CHOSO KAMO. choso’s face fell, a look of shock and pain replacing his usual demeanor. “no, please,” he said, voice desperate, reaching out for you. “let’s talk about this, please. there has to be a way to fix things, love?”

it crushed your heart to see the agony in his eyes. “choso, it’s not something you can just fix. it’s how i feel.”

“is it something i did? how can i make things right?” he pleaded, every word cracking with emotion.

“it’s not about you. it’s just… i don’t feel the same way anymore.”

choso took a step closer. “i still love you,” he murmured, hanging his whole existence on it. “i don’t want to lose you.”

your heart ached at his words, knowing how much you were hurting him. “i know, choso. and i’m so sorry,” you said, your voice also breaking. “but i can’t change how i feel.”

“please,” he whispered, reaching out to take your hand and pulled you into a tight embrace. “don’t give up on us.”

“i just want you to be happy,” he murmured into your hair. “even if it’s not with me.”

@uzurakis

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[10:14 pm]

(cw: f!reader, reader is drunk, reader throws up, mentions if alcohol, “fucking”)

Fratboy!Jaehyun was nervous. He was never nervous before parties. What would he ever have to be nervous about? A house full of people, booze, weed, and surrounded by his fraternity brothers.

But today was different. You were coming to today’s party. You- a girl he really liked. A girl he didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of. A girl he wanted to impress and show off to.

He was rushing around the living room and kitchen area. Were there enough cups? Did he get the chips you mentioned you liked? Were there enough? Should he hide some in case they all got eaten? Did he have that tequila you liked? The very specific brand he went to 2 stores to find. Yes, hidden behind the Fireball and Pink Whitney that would surely go first.

Soon enough, the house was filled with the usual amounts of party goers. The beer in his hand had hardly been touched and was getting warm- gross. And yet, you were nowhere to be found. You had told him you were coming. You and your roommate were coming. He didn’t want to seem too eager or overexcited, but oh my god! Where were you?!

He walked around the room, making sure no one was messing up anything too badly or fucking on the kitchen table again. That was horrible to see.

But he didn’t see any of that and he almost missed seeing you. If it weren’t for you crawling onto the beer pong table to celebrate the game, he wouldn’t have seen you.

“Hey! There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” Jaehyun yelled over the noise.

Your eyes lit up as you turned to sit on the table, “Jaehyun! I’ve been playing beer pong for an hour and I’m so good at it!”

“She’s lost every game, bro,” Yuta laughed as he walked past.

You pouted, your words slightly slurred, “‘s not my fault. I never played this before.”

Jaehyun laughed, “let’s get you off the table, so more people can play, come on.”

He led you to the kitchen where you immediately zeroed in on the chips, “my favorites!”

You walked around the space with your eyes closed in a drunken pleasure, the bowl of chips in your arms. You quickly bumped into the counter and opened your eyes to hiss in pain, “that hurt like a bi- hey! My tequila! I can never find this anywhere. Do you guys always have this at parties?”

He stared at you with wonder and amazement. Even drunk you were managing to steal his heart. “Yo, Jaehyun. Someone got into your room,” someone called out.

Jaehyun groaned, running his hand down his face, “don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, blinking slowly, “I’m not moving.”

Jaehyun ran up the stairs quickly, going up to kick the people out of his room and make sure everything was in order. He double checked the lock on his door was well, locked and booked it down the stairs.

You had unfortunately gotten into the bottle and were pouring up shots for yourself and a small group of girls. “It’s the best tequila ever! Seriously it doesn’t burn, it’s woman made, and oh my god! I love your dress! Where’d you get it?”

“Here, I got you a water,” Jaehyun started awkwardly as you and your small group got into drunken girl talk. In which you were almost in tears after another girl told you how soft your hair was. It was endearing.

“And I love water!” You blubbered.

Jaehyun chuckled, guiding you outside where there was considerably less people. You sat together on a bench while you chugged your water. You set the nearly empty water bottle aside and laid your head on Jaehyun’s shoulder.

“I was really nervous about seeing you tonight. That’s why I drank so much,” you told him quietly.

Jaehyun chuckled, surprised, “I was nervous about you being here! Why were you nervous?”

You groaned, running your hands through your hair and pulling away from Jaehyun. He quickly pulled you back in, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I was finally going to see you in all your fratboy element, this is like your little world. What if I didn’t fit in and you realized you don’t actually like me?”

“I’m much more than a party guy, and truth be told, I don’t even like these parties all that much. The clean up afterwards is always hell. Plus, I liked seeing you here, it will give me something to look forward to at future parties,” Jaehyun ended hopefully.

“I promise I won’t get drunk next time and I promise I won’t ask you to told my hair back when I throw up next time either.”

“Hold your hair back?” Jaehyun asks, completely confused.

“Yeah, I’m gonna throw up and I really hope you still like me after,” you told him quickly before rushing to bend down and throw up a stomach full of beer and chips.

Jaehyun held your hair back in one hand and rubbed your back with the other. It was weird, when he did this to Haechan or Mark, he usually avoided them for a day or two. But with you it was different. He wanted to take care of you. Hell, he would even say he liked you more now.

[alwaysanundertone]

Day 25: squirting | Lorenzo Berkshire

smut

TW: squirting, fingering, piv, oral (fem! receiving)

You and Enzo had been going at it for a while now, to the point that you started feeling a bit overwhelmed. He had eaten you out, made you come on his fingers, fucked you doggy style, and now he was going for round two as you simply laid down, taking what he was giving to you.

“Such a good girl, are you going to come for me for the fourth time tonight?” You felt one of his hands pressing down on your lower belly, making you feel a new type of pleasure. When he started hitting your G-spots, you panicked. “Enzo, Enzo I have to go peeing, please” He smile down at you, picking up the rhythm instead of slowing down, making your anxiety go through the roof. “Baby, I’m not kidding, I’m going to piss on you and then” You interrupted yourself with a loud moan, making him chuckle. “It’s not funny Lorenzo”

But you didn’t have the time to protest more, the orgasm washing over you, making your eyes roll back and your muscles tense. Enzo slowed down a bit his rhythm, his hand still applying the same type of pressure on your belly. Your vision went black for a while, and when you came back and looked down, you were horrified, seeing your boyfriend’s thighs drenched.

“Oh, my God Enzo, I’m so fucking sorry” He put a hand on your mouth, his lips spread into a proud smirk, making you slightly confused.

“I made you squirt”

You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn’t even think it was possible for you to do such thing, it never, ever happened. “Love, I don’t think-“

“You’re going to do it again, baby” He picked up his rhythm once more, your hands flying to his ass to try and keep him still, you felt so sensitive you thought you could die if you were to come once more.

“Lorenzo, I’m so sensitive, please, don’t” You begged him with your eyes, your clit was throbbing painfully, sending sharp shocks all over your body.

“You’re doubting me, honey? I know you; I know you’ve got one more in you. Plus, I have to prove you that you can squirt, baby. Let go, let me make you feel good.” While he was talking to you, he gently gripped your wrists, bringing them over your head, holding them in one of his hands.

He picked up the rhythm once more, his free hand going straight to your clit, caressing it softly, not failing to make you twitch. “Enzo, fuck” Your eyes rolled back once more, at this point you didn’t know if you wanted him to stop completely, or if you wanted him to make you come once again. You whimpered as he pressed down more firmly on your clit.

“You’re so pretty like this, princess. So responsive, so good for me. Gonna make you squirt once more, you’re so fucking hot” Your tits were bouncing violently in rhythm with his thrusts, and you felt the same feeling as before, your bladder suddenly too full; this time, though, you realized it wasn’t pee you were going to release. Your eyes widened as your boyfriend smirked down on you.

“Told you I can make you squirt. Now go on, love, let go for me”

And you did, your mouth producing the most obscene sounds you had ever heard, Enzo finally coming, painting your walls with his seed, collapsing on top of you. After a while, you peered up at him, your cheeks flushed. “I… I ruined your sheets, and you’re dirty, and”

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek, kissing your lips ever so softly. “Don’t worry, baby, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I knew you could do it, I just had to keep going”

Suddenly, you connected the dots. “Wait, wait wait wait, so that’s why you made sure I was drinking enough water today? And the hand on my stomach?” He grinned at you as you slapped his bicep lightly. “You’re an ass! You could have told me”

“But then you would have shied away and I really wanted for you to be relaxed for me” He kissed you once again, you instantly melted under his touch, your mind too hazy to put up more of a fight. “Plus, tell me you didn’t enjoy it?”

This actively shut you up. You grumbled, gripping the back of his neck and kissing him harshly, as he chuckled into your mouth. At the end of the day, your had a boyfriend who’s main goal was to make you feel good, who cares if he tricked you into squirting, right?

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Willy and y/n just met and they talked about their dreams together like Willy wants to be the best chocolatier while y/n wants to be the best seamstress there ever was and they were each other’s first customers like y/n tried his chocolates and Willy let y/n fix his coat and when she finished Willy accidentally says I love you and y/n said it back and then both realized they said I love you to one another

so sorry this took a little to finish, anon ):

ℬ𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒷ℴ𝒶���𝒹𝓈

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You had first met him when he came in to your newly opened shop, a rip in his coat had caused him to land at your front door. The place was colorfully decorated, and it was neat.

“Hello! How can I help you?” You said happily, you had just opened up today and he had been your first customer.

“Hi!” He said back, your excitement was radiating off of you practically. He reciprocated it. He walked up to the desk you were behind.

“I just ripped this on my boat, and you were the first seamstress I’ve come across. Could you… by any chance fix it?” He held up his coat in his hands, showing the clean rip. It was small, thankfully.

“Okay. Yeah, easy fix. Should take only a few minutes. If you want you can take a seat, or stand. There’s food and drinks over there.”

“For free?”

You nodded, smiling at the man. He smiled back and quickly walked over to the food and drinks, after not having eaten for hours.

He watched from afar as you sat down in your little room, carefully sewing and mending it. You were engulfed in it, and you were very fast.

Once it was done, it looked just as it did before, as if the tear had never existed.

He smiled as you handed it to him, he put it over his shoulders.

“Thank you…” he said, not finishing his sentence as if waiting for your name.

“Y/n. You are?”

“Willy Wonka.” He held his hand out for you to shake, you shook it, and you didn’t realize the piece of chocolate he had slid into your hand upon doing so.

You smiled and looked at it. “You’re a chocolate maker?”

“Indeed I am.” He said, rummaging through his pockets for his sovereigns.

He found 2, handing both to you.

“Only one is fine-“ you said, but he slid both to you anyways.

He shrugged, “it’s a gift.”

You smiled. “You know, you’re my first customer.”

“Really? Well, you’re the first person I’ve given my chocolate to.”

You looked back down at the chocolate wrapped in gold foil. You smiled as you put it into your mouth, he watched for your reaction. You smiled, it was delicious. Probably one of the best- if not the best- thing you’ve ever had.

“It’s amazing. Way better than anything from the gallery.” You said, shocked at it.

“You think so? That’s exactly where I’m headed.”

————————————————————-

Now days later, you both walked down the streets. You both walked with no worries in the world, not ms Scrubitt, not the police, not the chocolate cartel.

It was cold out, and you held a hot chocolate made specially for you from Willy.

“You know, I think you’re gonna be the best chocolatier ever.” You said once you both sat down.

“Yeah?” He asked with a smile, looking at you.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I think you’re gonna be the most famous seamstress. I can already see your name on billboards.”

You smiled at him, and you rested your head onto his shoulder.

“Mmm. You think I can do it?”

“I know you can.” His fingers traced over the spot on his coat that you once sewed and fixed for him.

You smiled again, getting up and giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

“I love you.” He says quietly when you set your head back on his shoulder.

“I love you.” You shut your eyes, not even realizing what you had said until after.

[callsign-rogueone]

the beginning of the end

Liam Mairi x reader (Spark!!)

words: 1.0k

🏷️: happy threshing everybody! I realized that it was today and decided to post this scene that I’ve been struggling to find a place for. the title kinda sets the tone for this one and is a major hint… this is not going to be fun for anyone involved. no book spoilers (pre-fourth wing). murder, blood, one mention of puke but it doesn’t actually happen, typical threshing activities, some girlfriends make an appearance, and so does bestie Bodhi, Garrick and his wisecracking, Liam smells like sawdust, Spark needs a hug. crappy formatting because I’m posting from my phone. will fix later xoxo

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you.”

You freeze, your eyes settling on the dark blue mass reflected in the boy’s sword. He looks shocked even in death, and you realize that he’d likely been distracted by the sight of the dragon behind you while you delivered the killing blow. The bastard deserved it, anyway.

But what do you do now? You wrack your brain for any sort of advice from Kaori’s class, but it all blurs together. Don’t show fear, you can’t show blues fear— or was that greens? No, don’t look reds in the eye… fuck. You’re not supposed to even breathe in a blue’s direction.

But if it’s talking to you, that must be a good sign.

Why it chose you remains unclear.

“You have anger in your blood, girl. I like that.”

What. The. Fuck.

You sheath your sword, slowly turning to face her and immediately regretting it. She’s as terrifying as Sgaeyl, but she’s so much closer to you than you’ve ever been to her or any other dragon, either.

“Hold still.”

You don’t have time to respond, your jaw dropping in a scream as she brings a leg up, slashing at your chest. Your entire body seems to burn, skin set ablaze with pain, and you sink to your knees, gasping for breath. Warm, sticky blood pours down the front of your shirt, the metallic smell overwhelming your senses. 

You’d probably throw up if you had eaten anything in the last twelve hours.

“Get up,” she orders. “Don’t make me regret this decision.”

You gasp and choke as you rise onto one foot, then the other, keeping your fists clenched at your sides — if you touch your neck, or seem affected by it at all, she’ll probably think you’re weak.

She sticks her leg out — the same one that has your blood still dripping from its claws — silently ordering you to mount. You try to keep your weight off of your right arm, but it’s impossible — it requires all of your limbs at work to climb up.

Thankfully she doesn’t try too many twist and turns as she gets you back to the flight field. It’s already hard enough to stay seated with your vision blurring at the edges and your heartbeat feeling too shallow, too uneven. The cold air pushing against the wound is agony, your shredded flight jacket doing hardly anything to cover it.

You slide down less than gracefully, focusing on not vomiting into the gravel of the flight field.

None of the professors comment on the blood soaking your shirt and crusting over your skin as you approach the dais, looking entirely unfazed.

“Tuilfeargach,” you state to the scribe, gritting your teeth, and Kaori’s eyes widen. “Is something the matter, Professor?” You ask with a calmness that makes his skin crawl.

“No. Not at all,” he rasps, clearing his throat.

Bodhi’s jaw drops as he sees you. “Holy shit,” he breathes, “are you-“

“Just a scratch,” you say firmly enough for him to drop it — something in your eyes tells him that it isn’t up for debate.

Dinner that night is remarkably tense. All of your friends have been chosen, and made it out of the forest alive, but nobody seems too happy about it.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to mend it?” your friend asks softly. She’s been eyeing the bloodied bandage all evening, hardly touching her food.

If she did mend it away, you’d probably just earn yourself a set of new, deeper cuts tomorrow. And you’d rather not spend any more time at the healers. They’d sewed it up, but before that they had to spend a good fifteen minutes tweezing out the tiny pieces of cotton from your shirt that had become embedded in the three long wounds. That was worse than the stitches.

“Smart girl,” she appraises, and you flinch at the voice speaking directly into your mind. You still aren’t used to it. You don’t think you’ll ever be.

“Sgaeyl marked him, too,” you deflect, nodding toward the cut bisecting Xaden’s eyebrow. 

“Yeah, but she didn’t maul him,” Garrick argues. “You look like you were attacked by a bear.”

“I find that comparison insulting.”

“Well, it looks badass, at least,” Bodhi offers with a sympathetic smile, changing the subject. “What do you guys think your signet is gonna be?”

Thankfully someone else answers, and the conversation lightens — one of your friends wants to be an ice wielder, another a magnetist, which leads to a debate about whether or not that‘s a thing.

If anybody notices you rise from the table with your half-eaten plate and disappear, they’re smart enough not to say anything.

You drag yourself through the shower and then to your new room, which is a considerable upgrade from the endless row of bunk beds that you’d been in prior. Your reward for surviving and bonding a dragon, you suppose. You’d rather be there than here, if it meant you wouldn’t be in so much pain, and stuck with such a bitch of a dragon. But to do it all over again, like the few cadets who weren’t chosen will have to… you don’t know what’s worse. At least you’re still alive. That’s more than you can say for the boy you’d crossed paths with. Have they found his body yet?

You kneel down, dumping everything out of your bag to find what lies at the bottom. You’re flooded with relief that the soft cream-colored sweater is still there, undamaged. You pull it over your head, biting your lip to hold back a sob as you put your arms through, stretching your stitches.

The sleeves are too long, the cuffs extending past your fingertips. You lift one up to your face, taking a few shaking sniffs. It’s faint, but it’s still there: sawdust.

That’s the last straw — you curl up in the corner of your new, larger bed, and cry for the first time in three months; raw, body-shaking sobs that send waves of pain through your chest.

When you’ve run out of tears, you work your way under the covers, pulling your knees up toward your chest and drifting into a warm, black sleep.

[unabashegirl]

Different 3 | College HS

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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What are you doing right now?

He played with the corners of his phone’s cover as he looked down at the message that he had just received from her. They had been talking since the day after her soccer match. Harry unconsciously bit his bottom lip, thinking of a response that wouldn’t sound too nerdy or boring. He had been studying for a test. He was about to sit down and play some video games with his roommate. There was no chance he would admit that he was studying on a Friday evening.

Nothing much🫠

He wrote and deleted the words a few times; hating the way he sound and how uncertain he felt when he was around her. He finally stopped making any sort of assumption and pressed send. He placed his phone beside him before turning on the console. Right before he could grab the control, his phone beeped. Harry closed his eyes for a second and decided to leave it for a few minutes, so he would come across as desperate. That was until he realized he couldn’t concentrate on the game and gave in.

I am hungry

Do you want to come with me to pick up some food?

He smiled like a fool. He hadn’t seen her since that Monday. He wanted to ask her to spend some time together, but he had been too scared of being rejected. He wanted to be with her, but he thought he needed to be realistic. She was way out of his league. Y/N was too special to be with someone so ordinary as him. Although the thought of Y/N becoming his girlfriend made his skin get goosebumps and his heart rate rise.

Right now?

Yes. I’ll pick you up

Ok

Harry quickly freshened up and threw on a long sleeve shirt, some sweatpants, vans, and a beanie since it was starting to get colder. It was a Friday, and he still couldn’t understand how Y/N was free and more importantly willing to hang out with him.

On my way 🚗

“Where are you going?” Ganesh, Harry’s roommate asked, watching him freak out. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I’m just going out with a friend” He responded, just as he found the keys to the room.

I am here!😊

“Who is she?” He had never seen Harry so agitated and so different. He was always so collected and calm, nothing ever bothered him.

“No one you know” He lied and shut the room door.

“Hi!” Y/N smiled, turning down the radio as he got into the car. She wore sweatpants and a green t-shirt.

“Sorry for the wait. I couldn’t find my keys” He apologized just as she started the drive.

“What do you want to have?” She asked as she drove down the busy streets. “I could honestly eat anything. I am starving”.

“Anything would be lovely” Y/N nodded as she thought of where they could go and genuinely enjoy it. Somewhere, where they could sit and enjoy and nice conversation and a meal.

“I haven’t eaten anything today” The fridge at the apartment was packed with all sorts of food. Unfortunately, Y/N didn’t like to cook, not because of the act itself, but because of all the cleaning that had to take place afterward. She had made herself some coffee and a sandwich in the morning, but she hadn’t had dinner or lunch.

“When was the last time you ate? Harry asked trying to make conversation.

“This morning after class” She shrugged, “I don’t enjoy cooking. Do you?”

“I do” he admitted with a bit of embarrassment. “I find it quite enjoyable”

“Maybe I should invite you over, so you can cook for me” Y/N joked, but not really. She found it very romantic when a man cooked for a woman.

“How is your knee?”

“It’s just bruised and still sore, but no biggie”  Y/N decided to get some food at a nearby Panera. She was really craving some soup and a sandwich. Plus she found the place very cozy and nice. “Is here alright?” She asked as she parallel parked.

“Perfect” He couldn’t care less where they ate. He just wanted to spend some time with her.

“Would you like to eat here? Or we could pick up and go to mine? It’s just a few blocks away” Y/N offered in case he didn’t want to dine in.

“H- Here is fine” He instantly felt nervous about being at her apartment. Therefore, he preferred to stay at Panera. Somewhere where he knew that he would be able to form complete sentences.

They both got out of the car and Harry stood beside her. He got a whiff of her scent. She smelt like flowers specifically like lavender. He felt like a creep, but the scent was intoxicating. Y/N threw on a white hoodie and then locked the car.

They each ordered a cup of soup with half of a sandwich. Y/N ordered lemonade whilst Harry ordered iced tea. Y/N then took it upon herself to find them a comfortable booth where they could sit and converse. She chose one that was by the window and on a corner. It was nice a private.

“How was the rest of your week? Y/N asked as they finally sat down with their food.

“A bit hectic. I’ve got this test on Monday that has been keeping me up” He shared, dipping his spoon into his chicken tortilla soup.

“I know the feeling,” She said, “You’ve never told me the story behind your accent” Harry smiled and wiped the corners of his mouth.

“My mother and father moved here months after giving birth to me. My father is American, and my mother is very English and so am I. Although I’ve been more exposed to America’s culture, the accent is thanks to my mother. My parents moved back to England when I started college. It was that or getting the divorce” It was all very foreign to Harry. He rarely shared so much of his private life with anyone. He would even go to the extremes of leaving the room when his mother would call just so he could have privacy from Ganesh. Although, it all felt very different with her. He felt like he could tell her his darkest secrets and Y/N wouldn’t judge.

“But they are still together” She loved his accent. It singled him out of the bunch.  She found it very attractive how he could drag the last syllables of the words and how raspy his voice sounded.

“Yes.”.

“Oh! That’s nice”.

“What are you talking about? Your parents are still together too!” He pointed out, opening the bag of chips that came with the meal.

“Sure, but my parents are never home” Y/N shrugged, “Are you close to your mom?”

“Very much”

“I’m not. They spend a lot of time away, but I sort of get it. My father says it’s the sacrifice we pay to keep the type of lifestyle that we desire” Harry could tell that she didn’t believe her father’s words. He couldn’t blame her — neither did he.  He could tell that she had a very lonely life as opposed to what everyone thought.

“Would you like my pickle?” He asked as he pushed it away from the rest of his food. Y/N instantly burst into a giggle. It took Harry a few seconds to understand why she was laughing, but he caught on and joined in the laughter. “What is it with you Americans and your obsession with adding pickles to everything!”

“They are tasty!” Y/N stabbed his pickle with her fork and took it away from him.

“You eat weird things like,” he thought for a second, “Rice Krispies!” He exclaimed. “Whose idea was that?!”

“Take that back!” Y/N didn’t want to admit it, but her pantry consisted of them. Whenever she was in a hurry, she would throw two or three in her purse and call it day. Her obsession came from her mother not allowing her to have them when growing up. “They are so tasty!”.

“Absolutely not. Horrid”.

“Well, unfortunately, this has come to an end” Harry laughed at her exaggeration and finished eating his panini. “So, did you miss me?”

“Horribly” Thankfully he had swallowed all the food in his mouth when she had asked it. His cheeks had turned a tone or two darker and for a second he had thought he was going to be sick. Although, he was quite surprised and proud of himself for his honest answer and without any stuttering.

Y/N felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest and that butterflies in her tummy. It had been a long time since she had ever felt this way toward anyone. She moves closer to him, to the point where their shoulders are touching. Y/N turned to look at him and was met with his big eyes that she had grown to adore.

“Do you like me?” She asked as she leaned close to him.

“I- I do” his stutter was back, but he didn’t care. He could smell her intoxicating scent again, and it was enough to drive him crazy. Her hand reaches up and to the back of his neck, where she tangled her fingers.

Their noses touched, and their foreheads met.

“Good because I like you too” Y/N whispered then pressed their lips against one other.

Harry closed his eyes as soon as their lips touched for the first time. She kept a hand on his chest for leverage whilst the other remained tangled in his hair. Her lips were just as plump and soft as he had imagined. His entire body froze for the seconds they share the kiss. He opened his eyes as he felt her pull apart, but before he could open them fully, she kissed him again. This time it was more long and affectionate. It was as if there was no concept of time. As if they were the only ones in this world sharing a kiss. They both felt invisible and nothing else mattered.

chapter 4

[xoxochb]

Hi!! It’s like my first time requesting so please prepare for the amount of times I type out ‘like’😭 I hope you have/had a good day!!

So percy is kind of like the person that everybody has had a crush on at least once, right?

Basically, percy likes the reader and let’s also say that they’re one of the most nicest people on camp but, today they’re kind of irritated because they had a bad day. To add onto it, percy tries to talk to reader but they’re like so irritated that they accidentally raise their voice at him and reader apologizes to percy. But this leaves percy kind of sad and he’s overthinking, reader—a few days after the incident—goes up to percy and apologizes, they give him like a small gift bag(??). Percy, having feelings for reader, is ecstatic/giddy because of this and is also kind of taken aback from this, he plays it off and acts all nonchalant about it but he somehow makes it so painfully obvious as well. So the whole day, he just kind of sits around and admires the reader.

But turns out that the reader also likes Percy and their siblings kind of tease them about the gift basket. The reader also admires percy whenever he’s not looking at them. (This can just be a little bonus!!)

If you need specifics, can the reader be from cabin 10/Aphrodite’s cabin (but like it’s up to you!!😭) and uhm maybe fem!reader (?)

Anyways, have a nice day!!🫶🫶

⋆·˚ ༘ * looking at you got me thinking nonsense

warnings: none

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite

you were the camp sweetheart, a pure soul. everyone admired you and your generous demeanor, but today you were in an irritated mood from being packed with camp duties along with a few personal favors

it started this morning when you had gotten up early to the screaming of your siblings (they had been rudely accusing each other of stealing their clothes), then you had to help set up a breakfast double-date, archery practice after, you didn’t have time for lunch because one of your friends needed urgent love advice, then you had offered to wash the dishes after lunch, and now it’s four in the afternoon, you haven’t had any time to relax

even now when you were supposed to be relaxing you couldn’t find your favorite lipgloss so you had to tear up the cabin to find it, which you didn’t, because that’s what your still doing after twenty minutes of searching

but soon enough your search was interrupted by your favorite son of poseidon, percy jackson

you usually would have been happy to see him but today every little thing- even the smallest thing- would add on to your irritation

“I haven’t seen you all day” he states

“yeah, well, I’ve been busy. I don’t always have time to see you, you know?” you open one of your siblings drawers, disappointed to see your lipgloss was not there

percy knows something’s up because you never talk to anyone like that- especially him “are you alright? have you eaten today? I know you’ve been busy”

“I’m fine! If you really knew that I was busy you would leave me alone” you snap

he frowns at the tone of your voice “oh… I’m sorry. I’m gonna go, we’ll talk later?”

“whatever” you mumble

percy leaves cabin ten with a sad demeanor. what had he done to anger you? he lays awake that night wondering what he did so wrong to make you- the nicest girl he knew- out of all people so frustrated with him

little does he know, you lay awake also wondering why you snapped at him. he was only trying to be nice. he was concerned for you, he cared for you more than anyone and you treated him terribly

how could you make him forgive you?

💌

for the next few days you think of how you’re going to make it up to percy, he deserved more than just a simple ‘I’m sorry’

as your skipping rocks on the water you realize what you have to do. you quickly stand up and rush to the edge of the water, where you search for as many tiny seashells as you can find and once you get back to your cabin you begin making your present

when you finish it you put it in a small box with a pink bow on top- your specialty

unfortunately for you, you were caught by silena with the box in your hand

“what’s that?” she smirks

“it’s nothing, I have to go do something, sorry” you try to rush past her but she stops you

“who’s it for?”

“nobody”

“you’re not leaving until you tell me”

you sigh knowing this information was indeed true

“It’s for percy”

she nods with a victory smile knowing she’s got what she wants

“go get him”

you thank her before rushing to cabin three, which you find him exiting

“percy!” you run over to him “can we talk?”

“of course”

“great, uhm, so first I wanted to say that I’m so sorry for the other day, I was so busy and I had nothing to eat, not even a cup of coffee! you know how I get when I don’t have coffee. but anyways I was so irritated with everything, and you came in right when I was in the middle of looking for my lipgloss and I was getting angry because I couldn’t find it and I just took anger out on you, and I swear it had nothing to do with you, I lov- you’re my best friend, I would never mean to hurt you on purpose” you ramble “I made this for you” you hand him the small box

If you were anyone else percy would’ve hated getting a present with a pink bow on top, but since it was you he could never hate it

“as much as I love you giving me a gift… why are you giving me this?”

“I felt bad about the other day, you deserve more than just an apology”

percy was trying to act chill about this but it was you! the most gorgeous girl at camp- but if you asked percy he would’ve said in the universe.

and you were standing in with him in front of his cabin giving him a gift, looking at him with a loving look!! he swore his heart was about to explode out of his chest any moment

but besides his heartbeat, his face was adorned with a bright red hue “thank you” he tries to fight a wide grin, he didn’t want to appear as a lovesick fool (although the was)

“you’re welcome” you smile and plant a kiss on his red cheek “will I see you later?”

“yes! yeah, definitely, of course” he stumbles over his words

“great! you can come to my cabin after dinner, I’ll see you then!” you kiss his other cheek before giggling and skipping your way to the dining pavilion

💌

at dinner percy couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. how could he? that can’t be possible! you looked beautiful laughing with your siblings, and the sound of your laugh oh gods, it was oxygen to him, truly.

and your smile? don’t even get him started because he’ll never finish, he could go on about your smile for eternity

your voice? as soft as a newly washed blanket, he wanted your voice injected in his veins if that was even possible, which he was sure it wasn’t, but if there was a way he would do it

and over at aphrodite cabin you snuck glances over at percy whenever you could (which was whenever your siblings weren’t looking, they would tease you forever)

however every time you looked over his eyes were already on you, then you would both look away quickly trying to pretend you never made eye contact, but you both knew you did

the same way you both knew that tonight you would’ve gave percy the kiss he had been longing for since he first saw you under the twinkling moonlight

[beomiebear13]

Yeosang Head Canons

genre: smut

warning: pussy lover!yeosang (kind of), marking, dick sucking (Yeosang teaches), and regular dick sucking, ab riding, squirting & more. Not proofread!

a/n: someone requested more atz head canons so here’s Yeosang’s (my bias) version! I was going to write his first and this has been in my drafts for a while. I’ve been tweaking it for so long 😭 I will be taking more requests just ask! and DM me if you want something specific (if you can do that I’m sorta new to tumblr!!)

Yeosang who looks very innocent and acts very innocent are mutual friends/yours or his friends, both of your families, and his members. But no one knows that when he gets you alone, he’s the complete opposite. He’s snapping his hips into yours at an insane speed, making it hard to be quiet. He leaves bruises on your neck which you later cover up so he can keep his innocence.

Yeosang who teaches you how to suck his cock. He’s not small, no. And he’s bigger than average so when you told him that you were scared, being inexperienced and all, he understood and promised to teach you how. He wrapped your hand around his cock and put his hand on top. Your hand looked so small comparing to him. He guided your hand up and down at a slow pace. Eventually he let go, his head falling back and letting you continue on for yourself. But when you started to speed up, he lifted his head with furrowed eyebrows. What shocked him even more was when you dragging your tongue on the tip of his leaking cock.

Yeosang who was too focused with the game on his phone to realize how needy you are. So, when you climbed onto his figure, which was lying down in bed, he had finally noticed your need. Wanting to finish his game, he told you to stand up and take your shorts off. You did as you were told and took them off. You watched as he pulled him shirt up to show his abs. He grabbed your arm, guiding you to sit on his abs. You continued to do as you were guided to do but you were still confused. Until. He held onto your hip with one hand and moved you back and forth on his abs. A broken moan left your lips as you felt the hard muscle grind against your clit. He tapped your thigh as a way to keep going while he played his game. You kept going until you came over his thigh, legs shaking.

Yeosang who is desperate to make you feel good on the night of your anniversary. The way he’s on his knees and is looking up at you, waiting to please and to taste you. He’s just waiting for you to give him permission. And when you finally do, he’s quick to sit up further on his knees and eat your pussy like you are his last meal. He made lots of noises and when you pulled his hair, he would groan against your clit, stimulating you more.

Yeosang who slaps your pussy until you’re squirting and cumming all of your thighs and his hand. Lying on the edge of the bed, Yeosang standing over you, slapping your pussy and forcing you to sit up on your elbows and watch in the mirror as he does so. And when you close your legs because it gets too much, he’ll force them open and slap harder, extending the punishment again and again.

Yeosang who lets you suck his dick after he had a long day of practice. He came home throwing his bag somewhere and sat down. You had came down and asked how to make him feel better after he said how tense and tired he was. He immediately went into a manspread. You got the hint, goes down and taking his dick out. Sucking his dick, you placed one hand on his knee and jerked his dick with the other. He moaned as you deepthroated him. He sat up a bit, taking your hair down from the ponytail and separated 3 pieces. He started to braid your hair as you sucked his dick. (Based on: Peppers by Lana)

Yeosang who keeps his head buried deep in your pussy. He was on his 2 week break and everyday since then, he’s been all touchy, and has fucked you every single day since he got off. But, today was different. He didn’t fuck you but he’s eaten you out ever since around 8pm. It’s now 12am. He’d give you breaks..sometimes! But, he loves the taste of your pussy and misses it too much. When he lifts his head, his chin is dripping with your juices.

Yeosang who uses his deep voice to lead you to your orgasm. Whispering things in your ear like, “come on baby, you’re so close. I can feel it”, “you’re clenching so hard, baby,” or “come on I got you. Cum, baby.” In the end, his words are what made your orgasm hit harder than it usually does.

Yeosang who wins a game and makes you strip. You and Yeosang were playing a game of Truth or Strip. If you can’t answer the question/truth given, then you have to strip. Yeosang, being the dirty cheater he is, asked you hard and embarrassing question. In the middle of the game, you only had a bra and a skirt on while Yeosang was fully clothed. You ended up sighing and just taking all of your clothes anyway. You suddenly found both of yourselves naked and making out on Yeosang’s bed.

[latenightdaydreams]

i have a request other story.

Love all you story and how you make konig !!

listen how about making a reader skinny (I'm a person really skinny even though that i eat a don't gain so much weigh, and it genetic ) that have some problem with her sugar blood (hypoglycemia is a condition that u need to eat each 3h or depends of the sugar that the pancreas produce in they're body, i have that condition.) Konig is a chef of pastries in the town very famous making reader go and try his famous pastries.

Konig being a sweetheart to her like a panda/puppy but in bed he is other person with reader.

Can be a bit kinky but start fluff then smutty 🌶

💗💗 of course!

Baker!König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, food play, oral, skinny reader

1.7k word count

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The first time you walked into his bakery, König’s eyes were drawn to your slender frame as you navigated the crowd. You looked at the case of freshly baked goods with a small smirk on your lips, causing him to smile in response. He walks towards you, his 6’10 body towering over yours as he bends down for you to hear him over the crowd.

“The lemon tart is very popular this time of year.”

The sound of his thick Austrian accent snapping you out of your own thoughts as you turn to look up at him. His pale ice-blue eyes instantly draw you in. Your small smirk turns into a full-blown smile. For a moment, you feel at a loss for words. You realize that this is König speaking to you, the men you read about online.

“Oh—they all look amazing.” You slightly stumble over your words, causing König to laugh.

“Is this your first time here? I’ve never seen you around before.” König straightens his posture and walks behind the counter, assembling a light blue pastry box.

“Yeah, it is.” Your eyes follow him as he grabs one pastry after the other and loads the box up.

“I was going to say I’d recognize your beautiful face.” König says smoothly, not even trying to be subtle with his interest in you.

König walks back around the counter and places the box in your delicate hands. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he smiles down at you. “Since it’s your first time, I gave you a little bit of everything. Please enjoy it and come back.”

“Oh—” You pull your purse up with one hand and reach for your wallet, but he stops you.

“No charge. It’s my pleasure.”

“Thank you so much, König.”

“Of course…” He leaves the sentence open, gesturing his hand to you asking for your name.

“I’m y/n.”

“Well, y/n, it’s my pleasure. Please enjoy. I look forward to seeing you again.”

With that, you turn and leave the bakery. Back home, you sit on your couch and taste each pastry. Each one seemingly better than the last. König’s accent and eyes linger on your mind. You constantly jump back and forth between thinking he likes you and he was just doing his job. Either way, you’ll definitely be going back.

And you did. Every day for the last week you’ve gone back. Each time König stops what he’s doing to talk to you; you’ve not even spent money as he keeps giving you free food. You disclosed your hyperglycemia to him, causing the need to coddle you to rush over him. Every treat he gives you, he feels as if he’s expressing his want to love and care for you. Today, when you walk in, the tension between the two of you feels different.

“Hallo, Liebling.” König walks to you, pulling you aside to sit at one of the tables.

“Hey!” You sit, excited and nervous as to why he is pulling you aside.

König sits across from you; his large and warm hands engulf your small cold hands. His thumbs rub back and forth gently, enjoying the soft feeling of your skin. There is a silence that lingers between the both of you, but it isn’t uncomfortable. He looks over your face, taking in every small detail. The two of you aren’t together, but in his eyes you’re already his.

“Have you eaten lately?”

“I did a few hours ago.”

“You need to eat then, Liebling.” He brings you hands up to his lips, kissing your knuckles one at a time. “What would you like?”

“Surprise me.” You say with a slight giggle in your voice.

“Ah, of course.”

A few moments later, König comes back with a few pastries and a cup of hot chocolate for you. He sits them down in front of you before kissing the top of your head. Instead of joining you, he has to leave to assist the barista up front while a new wave of customers come in. You watch him as your take sips of your drink and small bites of your food. König’s eyes keep falling on you, enjoying watching you eat.

You wait to the table for König, not wanting to leave without saying goodbye to him first. He rushes over to you with an apologetic look on his face. There is something in his eyes, as if he is deep in thought before speaking up.

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

“I am.”

“Would you be interested in coming here tomorrow night? Just you and me.”

“I would love that.”

You walk up to the steps of the bakery an hour after closing wearing a fitted black dress. You knock and wait for him to open. When he does, his blonde hair is combed back; his thin lips pulled into a wide smile.

“Please come in.” He steps aside for you to enter, his eyes never leaving your figure.

The usually crowded bakery is now tranquil with dim lighting and a single table left in the middle of the sitting area. He places a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to sit down. Once seated, he pushes the chair in for you. König sits down in the seat next to you, unable to control his lustful gaze while you’re in that dress; your body is so tiny.

“You look stunning, Liebling.” König’s voice drips with desire. “I made something special for you.”

Just then the barista that works with König came out with a tray holding different baked goods; not from the menu. Small cakes made of your favorite flavors, chocolate covered fruit, and an array of pastries. You can’t help but to stare wide eyed at all of the food. It makes him feel proud to know he is not only helping you, but able to treat you with such delicious foods.

“You’re good to go now.” König tells the woman; she nods and exits the bakery, leaving the two of you alone.

König adjusts the way he is sitting so that he is positioned with you between his legs as he pulls your chair closer to him. No words are spoken as he picks up a chocolate covered strawberry and brings it to your pillowy lips. Your lips part teasingly slowly, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the strawberry.

His breath gets caught in his throat as he watches the most erotic bite he’s ever seen. The slight crunch of the chocolate muffled by those luscious lips as red juice begins to run down your chin. A small embarrassed giggle fleeing your stuffed mouth as König pulls the fruit away from you. He reaches out with his other hand to gently wipe the juice from your chin with his thumb. Instead of wiping it off, he sucks his finger clean.

“Messy girl.”

You can feel your stomach flip and your pussy tingle as this transpires; slowly chewing your food and swallowing. König then picks up a slice of cake and brings it to your lips. His eyes focused on your mouth, awaiting the bite.

“Big bite.” His other hand comes and caresses the back of your head as if he’s guiding his cock into your mouth.

Doing as he asks of you; you open your mouth wide to take a large bite. The sweet frosting gets on the side of your lips as you take the bite. A soft hum comes from you as you enjoy the taste. König’s cock is rock hard in his pants as he leans forward and tilts your head backwards. He puts his mouth on yours where the frosting is, gently licking the frosting.

König pulls back slightly and looks down into your beautiful eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he waits for you to reject him, but you don’t. The look in your eyes is just as hungry as his.

“So schön…”

König’s lips clash against yours once again, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He lets out soft moans as your tongues swirl around one another, your mouth tasting sweet from the food. One of his hands reaches down and grabs yours, guiding it to his erection that’s straining against the dark fabric of his jeans.

Your fingers wrap around his hard cock as your palm presses against it gently stroking. His cock throbs in your dainty palm, his hips rocking forward to cause more friction. When he pulls away from the kiss his eyes bore into yours.

With one hand, he undoes his pants and releases his boner from its restraints. Your hand wraps around his warm flesh, pulling his foreskin back and revealing his pink tip. He watches your face as you gaze at his impressive size.

“Suck it, Liebling.”

König guides your head to his cock, watching with much anticipation as those soft lips part and warp around him. The orgasmic feeling of your warm, wet mouth embracing his sensitive tip was too much for him. A low hiss escapes him while he drops his head back allowing the pleasure to take over his body.

“More baby, I know you can fit more into that mouth.”

You can feel your pussy getting wet as he speaks to you. His hand pressing down on the back of your head makes you take in more of his long cock. After a few inches you gag slightly. In a calm hushed tone König soothes you and encourages you to take more. Your beautiful watery eyes gaze up at him.

The crown of soft blonde hair surrounding the base of his cock presses against your nose, his heavy balls against your chin. You feel him forcing himself down your throat as he holds it. His fingers tighten on your hair as he lets out a loud moan.

“Look at you, meine Süße. Taking all of me just like I knew you could.” His hips move slowly, thrusting out of your throat and then back down. “Mein Gott, you’re perfect.”

He grabs your jaw with his other hand and sits back down, pulling you off of your seat and forcing you to your knees without withdrawing himself. You gracefully fall before him, your hands falling to his thighs. His hands still controlling your head, he bob's your mouth up and down on his cock. Thick globs of spit drip down his length as he watches with satisfaction.

“I love seeing you fill that beautiful mouth, Liebling.”

[hongjoongtime117]

Sleepovers and Stars

Parings: Hongjoong/Reader

Genre: SMUT (MDNI 18+)

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up IRL PLEASSSSEEEE!), oral (M/F receiving), use of pet names, bulge kink, temperature play, talks of taking virginity, sorry I’m bad with warnings, as always, let me know if something needs tagged!

Author’s Notes: thank you @thejaistisjaisting for help with the texts!

Tag list: @arki-sha @cptnhngjng @klllerwaifu @youaremystar1024 @jintastic-yuyu @alliecoady98 @bigbabygremlin @ghostlovesworld @kihyuns-military-wife

It’s been two days since your night with the three boys. Your phone buzzes with an incoming call. You quickly swipe to answer it when you read the name that pops up. 

“Hey, Yeobo. Are you free tonight?” Hongjoong asks, knowing that you’re off tonight because he’s been in kahoots with Wooyoung all day.

“I’m always free for you,” you say, your tone playful.

He chuckles at your response and asks if you’ve eaten yet. You inform him that you’ve had your head buried in a work project and hadn’t even thought about food yet.

“Good, I’m picking you up in twenty. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Me either, I’ve missed you! Hey, have you seen Woo at all today?” You realized you hadn’t heard his loud, cackling laugh all day. It’s been a little too quiet around the apartment.

“Can’t say I have! Shouldn’t you know where he is? He is your roommate,” Hongjoong says, not an ounce of seriousness.

“It’s not like I’ve got him on a leash or something, Joong,” you say through your giggles. 

“I mean, it could be arranged. I’m sure he’d love that.”

“KIM HONGJOONG! Now I won’t be able to get that image out of my head, thank you!” you exclaim.

“Glad I could be of service! Now get ready. I’m leaving the studio now. See you soon, Yeobo.”

And with that, you rush to get ready. You throw on a matching red and lacy bra and panty set, a black skirt that hugs your hips just right, and a low cut red corset top. You put on light makeup and quickly style your hair. 

As you sit on the couch to lace up your Doc Marten’s, there’s a knock at the door. 

“Hey, Sannie. Can you grab that? It’s Joong,” you yell down the hallway. 

San steps out of his room in nothing but sweatpants, hanging low on his waist. “Jesus, put the tiddies away!” 

“Oh, shut up. You know you like the view. And so does Joong,” he says as he opens the door for him. Hongjoong heard the banter through the door and immediately looks him up and down and places his hands on his pecs. “See, told ya.”

“They’re not at nice as Y/N’s but doesn’t mean I still don’t want to touch them,” he shrugs as he drops his hands. He steps inside and shuts the door behind him. 

You stand up to go join him by the door. He pulls you into a tight hug, buries his face into your neck, and deeply inhales. “So pretty. You ready, baby?” he murmurs into your skin.

“Mmmhmm! Let’s go!” excitement in your voice.

“Take good care of our girl, Joongie!” San shouts as you two head out the door.

The two of you take the elevator down to the parking garage and Hongjoong opens the passenger door for you and you hop inside. He looks damn good in his black leather jacket, v neck t shirt and ripped jeans as he heads to the drivers side. The bad boy look on him has your wetness pooling in your panties already.

He slides into the driver’s side and starts the car. The engine purrs to life and he places an arm behind your headrest to peer behind him and check for other cars before he effortlessly backs out of the parking space.

“So what’s the plan for tonight, Jagi?” curiosity vibrating in your voice.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” he says, giving a little half smirk.

The short ride is filled with Hongjoong showing you a song he’s currently working on. You feel flustered because Hongjoong doesn’t just share his work with anyone. He only shares it with people whose opinions he values. 

“This is amazing, Joong!” You see the blush begin to creep up on his cheeks at the positive feedback. 

“I-it’s still a work in progress,” he stammers, taken aback by your reception of his rough drafts.

“And yet, if you hadn’t told me, I never would have known. You’re crazy talented. Don’t ever think otherwise.” 

“Thank you, Yeobo, that really means a lot. Seriously!” he says shyly as he places a hand gently on your bare thigh, the touch spreading goosebumps over your skin.

The car pulls into the parking lot of an extremely tall building. “This is us,” he says with a smile as he pulls into a parking space. You look up and admire the fancy looking building.  

“Where are we?” you ask with wonder in your voice.

“My place!” Hongjoong turns off the ignition and hops out to head to your side and open your door, offering his hand. You take it as you step out. When you’re fully out of the car, he laces your fingers together as you walk to the doors of the building. 

He scans his key card to enter the building and leads you to a set of elevators. You both make your way into the elevator and he punches the “11” button, the top floor. He pulls out his phone to send a quick text to someone, and then pockets it again. “I tried to make this night really special for you, so I hope I did well,” he says, rubbing his neck nervously and breaking the comfortable silence.

“Spending time with you is special enough, Joong,” you say, placing a quick peck to his pouting lips. “I’ve never seen you this nervous before, it’s kind of adorable.” 

“Aishhh, stop it,” he giggles, poking your side. “I just wanted to show you that there’s another side to me other than the one that wants you permanently attached to my dick.” 

You cackle at his words. “Did you ever hear me complaining, Jagiya?” you say in your fit of laughter. Just then the elevator jolts to a halt, letting you know you’ve reached your designated floor. 

“No, but… I just want you to know that I want more than just that,” the pout in his tone is evident as he leads the way to his apartment. 

You chuckle and shake your head as you nudge him with your hip. “I never once thought any different.” 

You finally reach his apartment. Apartment 1117. Both of you toeing off your shoes, your nose is hit with an amazing smell, and you hear clattering coming from the kitchen. You raise an eyebrow as Hongjoong leads you to the table set for two. Warm candlelight, creating a romantic ambiance. The table is filled with a plethora of banchan, and a dish 

you would recognize anywhere, set at either end of the cozy table. Wooyoung’s spam gochujang jigae. 

Hongjoong pulls out the chair for you and prompts you to sit. As he takes his own spot at the other side of the table, Wooyoung comes sauntering out from the kitchen, two glasses of wine in hand. 

“So this is where you’ve been all day, you sneaky shit!” You point an accusatory finger at Wooyoung.

“Heh, caught me!”

He walks over to Hongjoong and sets down the glass of wine and leans in to place an unhurried kiss to his lips. “Thank you for everything today, Youngie,” Hongjoong says gratefully to Wooyoung. 

“Anything for you, Joongie. And Y/N, of course.” 

He then walks over to you and repeats his actions, kissing you just a little longer. “I would love to stay and play, Angel, but Joongie wants you all to himself tonight. But I’ll see you sooner than you know.” He tilts your chin up and winks at you before planting another quick kiss to your lips. 

“Thank you for this amazing looking dinner, Woo.”

“Yah, it’s nothing! Eat before it gets cold!” he scolds you and Hongjoong. “I’ll see you both soon.” And with that, he makes his way to the front door to take his leave. 

You and Hongjoong share a laugh as you begin digging into the spread that Wooyoung has prepared for you. Conversation flows easily between the two of you.

A ding comes from both of your phones. 

You shoot back a text, assuming the unsaved numbers are the others you’ve yet to meet. 

You eye Hongjoong across the table as he responds in the text thread, consisting of nine. Five of those numbers unknown to you.

“They want you to guess who is who in the group chat,” Hongjoong explains with a light chuckle.

“And how would I even begin to know that!” You shake your head with a smile on your face at the boy’s goofy antics.

“Well, it seems Mingi was kind enough to give you the first one free,” Hongjoong says, now shaking with laughter. You store in Mingi’s number, leaving you with four of the members to now figure out. 

Hongjoong gives you a devious smirk from across the table as he sends the text into the group chat.

Your cheeks flush at their texts and your brain starts putting pieces together. The only ones who have heard you besides the three you’ve already fucked were Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang. Mingi is already saved in your contacts now, so the two previous texts are definitely Yeosang and Yunho. Now to figure out which is which. Then you remember Mingi quickly hanging up, because he was dealing with a horny Yeosang.

The group chat winding down, and you and Hongjoong having finished your wonderful dinner together, he clears his throat. “I, uh… have another surprise for you.”

Eyebrows raised in suspicion, you rest your chin on your hand, waiting for him to further explain. “And what’s that, Jagiya?”

“Let me get this cleaned up, and I’ll show you.” You offer to help clean up the remnants of dinner but he objects. “You don’t lift a pretty little finger in my presence, understood?” he says as he places a light kiss to your temple. You give him a half smile and a nod. You aimlessly scroll through social media while you wait for Hongjoong to finish cleaning up.

When he finishes, he walks over to you, holding his hand out for you to take. He leads you to a sliding door you hadn’t noticed before. He slides it open and you both step out onto the spacious balcony. 

“While it’s beautiful here, I’ve got something even better.” He guides you to an easily overlooked set of iron stairs. He lets you lead the way (definitely not to stare at your ass). 

When you reach the top of the stairs, you realize you’re now on the rooftop of Hongjoong’s building. There’s a checkered blanket laid out, with a bottle of champagne on ice, and a variety of other treats for the two of you to share. He anxiously takes your hand and pulls you with him to settle onto the blanket. 

You look up at the millions of stars that are visible in the perfectly clear skies. “It’s so beautiful out here, Joongie,” and he can see the twinkle of the stars reflected in your eyes as he looks over to admire you. 

“Mmm, I didn’t even know this existed for quite some time after I moved here.”

“You had this amazing view and had no idea!?” you exclaim.

“No,” he shakes his head and looks to the stars. “It wasn’t until after Hwa and I had a disagreement and he disappeared. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I was heading out to the balcony to get some fresh air when I noticed the sliding door had already been cracked open. I looked everywhere out there and still no sign of him. That’s when I finally noticed the set of stairs, tucked back, almost out of sight. I rushed up the stairs, hoping it would lead me to where he was. I found him here, taking in the view, much like you are now. Except under a bit of a different circumstance.” You can see the way his eyes shimmer with unshed tears, recalling the events.

“What happened, Joongie?” you ask tentatively. He’s silent for a bit. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

He lets out a soft sigh and pops open the champagne, pouring each of you a glass. “No, I feel like it’s important for you to know. Seonghwa has given me every single part of himself freely. One thing in particular, without my knowledge. I was upset that he kept a very important piece of information from me. He took away my ability to choose if what happened was something I wanted.” 

You took one of his hands in yours while his other brought the glass to his lips to sip at the champagne. You rub your thumb in comforting circles against his inked knuckles. “You don’t have to continue, Joong.” 

“I just…” The unshed tears begin to fall. “I love him so much and I wish he had trusted me enough to tell me. To know that it would never change my feelings for him.” 

You turn more towards him and wipe the salty tears from his flushed face. “I can see your pain, Jagiya. What didn’t he tell you?” 

“I took his virginity, Y/N.”

You just stare at him for a moment, wide eyed, unsure of what to say. “I could absolutely understand why that would upset you. You love Seonghwa?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I do. With my entire being. Just as much as I…” He stops from finishing his sentence. He’s not sure if you're ready for him to fully admit his true feelings for you. He’s not sure if he’s ready. He doesn’t want to scare you off. He doesn’t want a repeat of when he attempted to tell Seonghwa about his feelings. After their disagreement on the rooftop, Seonghwa refused to hear his words, ghosted him, and then returned as if nothing had happened. 

“Just as much as what, Jagiya?” 

He shakes his head and waves to dismiss the discussion. “Ah, nothing, nothing. Enough sad shit for tonight. I got you alone to spend quality time with you.” 

He puts his glass down, removes yours from your hand and sets them out of reach. He then pulls you onto his lap and peppers your neck with soft, intimate kisses. His hands travel under your skirt and kneads the soft flesh of your ass. He removes a single hand to pluck a grape from the tray of snacks, and settles it between his flashy, perfect set of teeth. He nudges his head upwards, signaling you take it with your own. Your take in between your own teeth, realizing it’s frozen. 

“You and I? We’re gonna pass this back and forth with our mouths, until it’s no longer frozen.” The eye contact he keeps with you makes you shiver. “The first one to realize it’s no longer frozen and eats it, earns a prize. You ready, baby?” You give him a small nod.

He takes his time coaxing the frozen grape from your mouth, ensuring to let his pierced tongue explore the inside of your warm, wet mouth. Once he finally has the grape in his own, you take twice as long with him, earning you a small moan. 

This continues between the two of you, unhurried, until Hongjoong finally notices the cold has dissipated from the grape and he takes it into his mouth once again and eats it. “Looks like I win, Yeobo,” a mischievous glint showing in his eyes. 

You rest your forehead against his, lips centimeters apart. “So what would you like to claim as your prize, Jagi?” you whisper as you grind down on his very noticeable bulge. 

“There’s something I’ve been dying for you to do to me. And I’m pretty sure you’ve been dying to do it as well. So I took the liberty of getting rid of the barriers that have prevented that from happening so far.” He slides you off of your comfortable position on his lap and kneels to hastily undo his pants. He kicks them off to the side, leaving him in only his boxers, and settles back down on the blanket, sitting back and resting on his forearms. “Go ahead, my pretty girl. Come get it,” he says with a quick nod to his clothed dick.

You pull down his boxers just enough to let his cock spring free and the first thing that draws your attention, besides his flushed, red, leaking tip, is the absence of metal. He removed all of his piercings, specifically to allow you to be able to deep throat him the way you’ve been wanting to. 

“Is this a prize for me, or for you?” the words a jumbled mess against the saliva pooling in your mouth at the sight of Hongjoong’s long, thick cock. 

“Maybe a bit of both,” he chuckles at your eagerness. 

You grip him in your hand and give him a few strokes to slick him up with the precum already oozing out. You place a ghost of a kiss on his tip and he shivers. A small whine escapes from Hongjoong’s lips. “S-stop teasing baby, please.”

You slowly crawl up his body to come face to face with him, push him onto his back all the way, and place a single finger on his pouty lips. “Shhh, let me take my time and savor this.” His breath hitches as he gives you a single nod.

At a painstakingly slow pace, you work your way down his inked body. Marking his neck, then his collar bones. You stop at his hardened nipples and latch your mouth onto one, using your tongue to play around with the barbell. This makes Hongjoong hiss in a breath and you give a satisfied smirk against his skin. You make sure each nipple is thoroughly abused from your mouth before you move on. You sloppily kiss your way down to the “CAPTAIN” tattoo. You remember how much he loved when San traced it with his tongue, so you do the same, except you draw it out much longer. You want Hongjoong needy underneath you. 

And needy he gets. His hand comes to rest gently in your hair and his breathing starts coming out in heavy pants. His head is tilted back and eyes closed, focusing on not cumming untouched. Waiting for your mouth to finally take his cock. His moans are high pitched and getting more and more frequent. As the final tease before giving him what he (and you) truly wants, you mark up his soft inner thighs, and you can feel them trembling under your teeth. You eventually make it to his angry, throbbing cock, and messily kick the bulging veins. Another desperate whimper leaves his lips.

While his attention isn’t currently focused directly on you, you quietly grab an ice cube from the bucket the champagne has sat in to chill. You pop it into your mouth before wrapping your lips around his perfect, pretty cock, jewelry or not. The contrast of temperature around his dick makes undecipherable noises fall from his lips, and quickly sit himself up on his forearms to get his bearings. He tries not to buck his hips up as he peers down at you through his long, fluffy eyelashes, and he looks so fucked out already. You can tell he’s been thinking about having you like this for ages. 

He watches you work him as his breaths shorten into quick bursts. You use your tongue to work the ice cube around his dick, and you can feel him twitch in your mouth. “Take it all, baby. I know you can. I’ve watched you take pretty Woo,” he purrs as he pets your hair. 

As the ice melts and creates a pool in your mouth you take a slow, steadying breath before you take his entire length in one go, his thick cock stretching your mouth in the most delicious way. A long, loud moan bubbles up from his chest. Your nose pressed against him, you run your tongue on the underside of his hot, pulsing cock. You noisily swallow around him and that is almost his undoing. 

“My pretty, pretty girl. You keep doing that, and my cum is going right down your throat,” he manages to get out in between his whimpers and moans. You take that as a challenge. You take one of his hands and rest it on your throat. At first, he thinks you want him to choke you, but then another realization hits him. He can feel himself down your throat.

His eyes widened in astonishment, he murmurs, “Fuuuuck, it’s like you were made just for me.” You make him feel you swallow down his cock, and he keeps his promise of cumming right down your throat with the most pornographic moan. You do your best to swallow it all, but some escapes the corners of your mouth. You pull off of him with a wet pop, and sit back on your heels, mouth open and tongue out to show him you took all of his seed. He swipes the bit that has made its way to the corners of your mouth and you greedily suck it off of his fingers. 

“You’re such a good fucking girl. I must have been a damn good person in my past life to deserve you,” he rambles as he comes down from his high. “Now it’s time to let me worship you.” He tips you back gently and hovers over you, riding himself completely of his boxers in the process, so he’s now fully bare over your still clothed body.

“Joongie, you don’t have to. I enjoyed doing that for you because I wanted to, not because I expected anything in return.”

“Yeobo, the only thing I love more than having my dick down your throat is my face buried in your delectable, wet pussy. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Now please lose some layers, you’re a bit overdressed for the occasion,” his cocky little smirk pulling at the edges of his mouth. 

He takes his time uncovering every inch of skin, the moment feeling very intimate. He drinks in your naked form before he does one of his favorite things to claim you, and darkens the fading marks across your skin. He litters hot, soft kisses across every bit of exposed flesh, savoring the feel of you on his lips. He plays your trick on you and snags an ice cube. Instead of placing it into his mouth, he alternates between rubbing it on your nipples and immediately blowing his warm breath onto them until they’re hardened into stiff peaks, and you’re gasping underneath him, until the ice has almost completely melted. 

He takes another piece of ice, this time taking the frozen cube into his mouth between his teeth and blazes a trail of mixing sensations, warm and cold, down your body, causing goosebumps to erupt in its path. He leisurely makes his way down to your thighs, kissing the ice against the softness of them. Once he’s had enough of teasing you and that cube has disappeared, his fun really begins. He dips his hand back into the ice bucket, retrieving two more. “I hope you’re prepared for what I have in store for you, pretty girl,” his voice husky. Your breath hitched at his words, never knowing what master plan Hongjoong will come up with.

He takes one ice cube and lightly grazes your swollen, dripping cunt before prodding at your entrance with it and without warning, uses two delicate fingers to nuzzle it deep inside you. You let out a sharp gasp, the cold sending a thrill through your body. “Fuuuck, Hongjoong!” you moan out as your back arches prettily for him.

He watches your fucked out expressions as he fingers the second piece inside next to the first. “I made sure to find the biggest pieces of ice, because my face is staying buried between your legs until they’re melted. And who knows? Maybe I’ll even forget they’re there.” 

“Jesus Christ, Joong. You can’t just say shit like that,” you whisper between pants. 

“Mmm? Why’s that?”

“I’m gonna fucking cum before you even get your mouth on me, that’s why,” your voice coming out whiny and desperate.

“Guess I better put my mouth to better use then, hmm?”

His metal clad tongue, cool from the ice, lands on your clit, and you scramble to find purchase in his soft locks. He suctions his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves, making sure to be extra loud about it, so you know how much he’s enjoying himself. You tug on his hair, earning you a moan from him that vibrates through your pussy, and tightening the already wound up knot in your stomach. He shoves his tongue in your gushing hole, no doubt to check on the ice, while also savoring the juices he’s coaxed out of you. 

“Not even close. Can you hold out for me, baby? If you cum before the ice melts, I’m still not stopping until it does.” Hongjoong looks so incredibly pussy drunk, looking up at you through hooded eyes, pupils dilated. 

“I-I’ll try, Joongie.”

“That’s my good girl,” he growls lowly as he returns to his feast.

Right as he resumes his pussy eating mission, his phone rings. 

My Star

He stops, and you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Goddammit, Hwa. Awful timing. Baby, will you answer? He’s just going to keep calling if his call goes unanswered.”

Hongjoong returns to lapping at your dripping folds as you swipe to answer Seonghwa’s call. The minute he realizes his call has been answered, without waiting for a hello, he’s whining into the phone, upset about a missing LEGO piece. 

“Joongie, I just had it and I can’t find it anywhere!” and you can hear the pout through the phone. 

“H-Hwa? J-Joong’s a little b-busy right now…” you barely manage to reply through ragged breaths. Seonghwa goes silent on the other end for a beat longer than necessary. 

“Oh is he?” curiosity with a hint of something else hidden in his voice. “And what exactly is keeping him busy, Y/N?” At that moment Hongjoong slithers his tongue inside your hole, and you moan loudly into Seonghwa’s ear. 

“Hmm, that answers my question. You’re what he’s busy with. Do me a favor, precious Bunny, and turn this into a FaceTime call for me?” If the phone had been on speaker, and Hongjoong had heard the request, and he wasn’t so pussy drunk to be able to comprehend anything other than devouring you, he absolutely would have protested. But the sweet taste of you overcame anything else in Hongjoong’s brain. 

You start the FaceTime call with Seonghwa and at first he isn’t within view of his own camera. He instructs you to place the phone to the side of your head, and angled so he can have a clear view of Hongjoong submerged between your thighs, and if you turn your head to the side, your face from the pleasure Hongjoong is giving you. 

Your focus returns to the man tongue fucking your pussy relentlessly, that is, until you’re reminded you have an audience as a voice lilts out from Hongjoong’s phone. 

“Oh, my sweet little Joongie. Are you enjoying Y/N’s delicious little pussy?”

Hongjoong’s eyes go wide as he detaches himself from you to look in the direction of the voice, his face dripping with your juices. His eyes land on Seonghwa’s staring at him through the screen with admiration and a gleam of something else he can’t quite decipher. Hongjoong’s brain can’t even form words, instead giving Seonghwa a nod. It’s at that moment you decided to turn your attention to Hongjoong’s phone screen with a huff, again being denied your orgasm. Only to be looking at one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen. Long, silky raven hair falling to his shoulders and strands framing his beautiful face perfectly. His long tongue darts out to lick his full lips. 

“Thank you, Hwa, for ruining my orgasm a second time,” you say, a bit harsher than you meant for it to come out. 

“Oh, don’t worry, Bunny. Our Joongie is going to make it up to you, aren’t you, love?” 

Hongjoong’s brain still swimming, again all he can manage is a nod. 

“Good boy,” Seonghwa praises. “Go on, give Y/N what she wants, baby.” 

Hongjoong needs no further instruction to return to your glistening folds and double his efforts in making you cum on his face. Except this time, his eyes are trained on Seonghwa as he eats you like his final meal.

“That’s a good Joongie, making sure our Y/N is taken care of. You listen so well,” Seonghwa purrs. 

You tilt your head back as the coil winds tighter yet again. “S-so close, Joongie,” moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“Look at me, Bunny. I want to see you as you come undone on our Joongie’s tongue.”  

You focus on the screen, on Seonghwa’s gorgeous face, before a well intentioned nibble on your clit makes your eyes roll back and your mouth parts in a silent scream, as you squirt and soak Hongjoong and the blanket beneath you. 

“Oh, you listen well, too. I’m gonna have fun with you, little Bunny,” a dark expression taking over Seonghwa’s face. 

Hongjoong continues to lap up the proof of his efforts until you push him away from the overstimulation. As you both catch you breath, Hongjoong’s fuzzy brain finally comes back online.

“I lied. The ice melted a long time ago,” a goofy grin playing on his face. 

“Enjoy yourself, my love?” Seonghwa asks Hongjoong, now that he can get an actual answer from the younger. 

“Mmm. You��ll enjoy her too, Hwa,” he responds as he lays his head on your still quickly rising and falling stomach. 

“Oh, I don’t doubt that for a second. Thank you both for indulging me. You both look so pretty all fucked out. See you both soon.” He shoots the pair of you a wink before ending the call. 

“Come on, I'll clean this up later, let’s go relax in the bath.” You both dress in bare necessities to make your way back inside.

While heading up the stairs, you receive a text message. Not from the group. But from just Hwa.

Once inside, he leads you to the bedroom and gently orders you to relax while he draws a bath. Once the tub is almost filled, he heads back to the room and slings you over his shoulder and carries you effortlessly into the bathroom. You giggle the whole way, enjoying this less serious, more intimate side of Hongjoong. 

He lowers himself into the water, offering you a hand to climb in with him. “Come on in, the water’s fine,” he laughs. You hop in and he pulls you close to him, and he revels in the closeness you two share. He’s uncharacteristically silent, so you try and prod him a little to find out why.

“Jagi, something on your mind? You’re quiet, and it’s kinda weirding me out a bit,” you joke.

“Mmm, yeah. I just… Hwa was very… different tonight. The praise. It’s not like him. At least not with me. It really threw me off.”

“What do you mean? What is he usually like?” you question.

“I can’t tell you that,” he chuckles. “I can’t reveal his secrets! Just know that the dynamic between me and Hwa is different than he is with the other boys. So he caught me completely off guard. Not that I didn’t like it. It was just… strange.” 

“Aww, you liked being called a good boy while drowning, did you?” you tease as you play with his hands comfortably resting in your own. 

“Mhmm, I did.” He lazily kisses your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks. He begins dozing off a bit and you nudge him.

“Let’s go lay down, Jagiya. You’ve had an eventful night.” 

You both dry off and throw on something comfy and slide under the welcoming sheets. Before your eyes become too heavy, a series of texts come through, lighting up the otherwise dark room. 

“Joong, explain yourself!” 

Half asleep, he murmurs out a ‘what’.

“The hell did Woo just sent a message to the group chat saying ‘See you bitches tomorrow’?” 

“See, what had happened was… I may have made some plans for you to meet all of the boys tomorrow. So rest up, you’ve got a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” He pecks your cheek before sleep takes him.