#Pouty lips and whatnot

[hotcat37]

I'm ngl I MISS the esc glove it added so much to the whole image.... Pls Käärijä bring back the fingerless leather glove

[gilverrwrites]

You want my groupie love

Ft. Dick, Jason, Roy, and Wally 400-500 words each Request: Anon requested any of the above finding out you have a crush on their hero alter-ego. I did all of em cause I've been looking for an excuse to sink my teeth into some fluffy rambling! Warnings: Swearing | Alcohol | Secrets | Non-graphic mentions of violence  

Dick: Hey Neighbour

Dick could easily see how the new mailman switching up your post so often could get annoying, especially considering his busy schedule. However, he just couldn't bring himself to be upset over anything that gives him an excuse to see you. Admittedly, he's pushing it today, ringing your buzzer so early in the morning but the moment you open the door, revealing the most adorable bedhead and an oversized Nightwing shirt, he can't bring himself to care.

“Nice shirt.” He offers, but he's not certain you understand as you stare at him with squinted eyes and pouty lips.

“You want something?” Your voice is low and slow, thick with sleep but still hot as hell.

He wants you. “Yeah, um, my parcel says delivered but it's not! I just wondered if maybe they left it with you again?”

You continue to stare at him blankly for a moment longer before recognition seems to click in those pretty eyes.

“Oh yeah, sorry,” you murmur as you grab his mail from somewhere behind the door and hand it to him. Together you go through the polite thanks and no problem motions, but when you're done, he can't bring himself to leave. Maybe this is the day he finally asks you out.

“Do you- “

“Are you- “

You talk over each other, and then you dance around it until you finally win out the no you go argument.

“Do…” He’s about to ask when a thought pops into his head. That oversized tee is very oversized. “Is that your boyfriend's top?”

“I don't have a boyfriend.” You confirm, nervously playing with the hem and accidentally revealing a hint of your Nightwing sleep shorts.

“Just a big Nightwing fan, huh?” He's not sure why he's pushing it, something about the notion makes him feel good.

“You could say that.” You reply hesitantly. Your eyes flicker from him, back into your apartment a few times before you open your door. Nothing could have prepared Dick for the sight before him. Your living room was chockful of Nightwing merch; pillowcases, replica wing-dings, figurines, Blüd postcards with his likeness on them to name a few. Some are licensed, but most are not. There's a very real moment in which the blood drains from him, and he's concerned that he should be worried about you and your intention before you explain. “I kind of went on a big dumb rant about how Nightwing was snubbed for The Sexiest Hero Alive award a few years ago, and my friends have never let me forget about it. Now everyone and their dog buys me his merch for my Birthday and whatnot. I just can't bring myself to throw any of it out.”

“Ohhh.” That's a relief. His unease is replaced with twice as much giddiness. Sexiest Hero Alive, huh? He hadn’t cared that much about the award, but he cares that you care. “I’d love to hear more if by any chance you wanna grab breakfast together?

Jason: On the news

Jason is already sat in your usual spot when you arrive at the café, he even went ahead and got your usual order. The $12 was worth it for the look of gratitude and reprieve on your face as you collapse into the chair across from him.

“Thank you for ordering for me! I’ll send you the money.” Once you catch your breath you dive into your drink, moaning aloud at the flavour in a way that has him averting his gaze and shifting in his seat. He prays you don’t notice the heat in his face as he tells you not to worry about it, Bruce can afford it anyway.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” You continue. “Apparently Red Hood and some of Two-Face’s guys got into some kind of turf war near the bank last night, and police have shut the whole block down.”

“Oh, that sucks.” He grunts, pretending like he doesn’t already know.

“Right! So annoying. Red Hood gets a pass though, 'cause he’s hot.”

Jason actually chokes on his coffee, narrowly missing you with his spray as you lean away from him. Before you can even ask if he’s okay, he’s grilling you.

“He’s hot? How do you know he’s hot? You’ve never met the guy!” It’s an instinctive response, maybe a little paranoid, and though he doesn’t mean to, he’s definitely selling some kind of jealousy angle right now.

“No, but I’ve seen him on the news, and in the papers.” You explain. “He’s got that kind of, cool, mysterious, badass thing going on, you know? With the helmet, and leather, oh and the motorbike! And the voice!”

Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. If he wasn’t flustered before, he definitely is now. Some badass. “B-but you don’t know what he looks like.”

“I know he’s good-looking. ‘An I bet he’s a nice person, under all that tough guy exterior.” You state decidedly. “I feel it in my bones, and my… I’m not gonna finish that sentence.”

You both laugh, yours is more light-hearted. Like music to his heated ears. Jason feels like you reached into his chest and started tweaking at his heartstrings. He might not seem it externally, but he’s thrilled. This is a step in the right direction for your more-than-friends-not-quite-lovers-relationship, he thinks.

“I’m just saying, if the opportunity ever arose; Red Hood could get it.”

He just has to figure out what the next move is.

Roy: Prince Charming

When he’d gotten done saving your life from some back-alley thief a few nights prior, you’d thanked him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Roy had seriously considered never washing that cheek again. But, he’d figured you wouldn’t want to kiss him ever again, hero or no if he stank. So, he’d scrubbed up and trimmed before picking up the pizza and heading to your place for your bi-weekly movie night.

When you open the door there’s a far-off look in your eye and a dreamy smile on your lips that he could certainly get used to.

“You okay?” He asks, making no attempt to hide his amusement as he stands in your kitchen, smothering his fries with ketchup and watching you stare off into space, swaying your hips like a puppy dog who can't control their tail.

“Yeah.” You answer, only half snapping back into the present moment, a sheepish, excited look on your face as you grab your share of the food and head for the couch. “I got mugged.” You call back, like it’s nothing. Playfully baiting a reaction from him that he’ll have to fake because he already knows.

“No- oh shit! Are you okay?” He leans in close as he sits beside you on the couch, pretending to examine you for injuries, but actually using it as an excuse to savour your scent.

“Yeah.” You turn to him so that your noses brush together, and he has to will himself not to blush at the proximity. You’d always had a bit of a flirtationship going, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still get under his skin when you had that tenacious look on your face. “I met the love of my life.”

“The love of your life mugged you?” He teases and you shake your head all cute and determined before leaning away to bite into your dinner.

“C’mon, who’s the lucky guy?” He goads, he has a feeling he knows where this is going, but he's trying not to get his hopes up.

You look at him like you’re thinking it over before confessing around a mouthful of food; “Arsenal.”

That’s fucking hilarious. He bites his lip to keep from laughing in your face.

“Arsenal.” He repeats. Is it hot in here? He feels exceedingly flush. “Huh, crazy.”

“Arsenal.” You say it again, this time like some Disney character swooning over their Prince Charming as you lean into his chest. It makes eating significantly harder, but he doesn’t care, lifting his arm and draping it over your shoulder, urging you closer. He’d starve it meant getting to hold you till he died. “He saved me.”

“No kidding.” You ghost a hand up and down his arm, and he enjoys the sensation too much to notice how your fingertips trace his exposed tattoos. This conversation might be the best thing that’s happened to him in ages. Second best. No, third best. Behind Lian being born and you kissing him. “But, ah, I thought I was the love of your life?”

You chew on his comeback for a minute, and he enjoys immensely how you try not to grin as your eyes dart around while you think up a response. “Guess you’ll have to share me.”

Roy Harper, share you with Arsenal? He could definitely live with that.

Wally: Fuck, marry, kill

“Okayokayokay. Fuck, marry, kill.” His words all string together in an excited jumble. He’s totally buzzing, and not from the booze. It’s never the booze, he metabolises it too fast. No, his excitement is entirely caused by you. You and your proximity, your smiling face, and your hypnotic laugh. “Nightwing, Tempest, and The Flash? Go!”

“Oh, well that entirely depends.” You reply matter-of-factly, and Wally watches admiringly as you take a sip of your drink, licking the rim when a drop spills over. Damn, he wishes you’d put your lips on him like that.

“Depends on what?” He finally asks when he remembers it’s his turn to speak, and you bite your lip for a second as if considering whether you should say what you’re about to say.

Eventually, you commit. “Are we talking Central City Flash, or Keystone?”

You watch him expectantly while he sips his own drink, waiting for his clarification. He’s glad that the difference matters to you but he can’t help challenging you, partly to keep up the clueless civilian shtick, but mostly because he wants to prolong the conversation. He wants to hear you say ‘The Flash’ a million more times. “You’re so sure they’re not the same guy? Could be running back and forth really fast. That’s his whole thing, right?”

“Nah.” You shake your head, a self-assured smile on your face. You don’t even entertain the idea, and he wonders what has you so confident but he doesn’t have to wait long to find out. “Central Flash is cool and all, but I’m in loooooove with Keystone Flash.” You giggle as you declare it.

This is brand new information to Wally, and it takes him a moment to process it. His cheeks must be as red as his suit as he watches you melt into your seat, thinking about him The Flash.

“Have you ever met the guy?” He’s pretty certain he knows the answer already.

“No.” You confess shyly, but it doesn’t stop your next, very bold statement. “He doesn’t know it yet, but we’re gonna get married one day.”

“Really?” He’s grinning from ear to ear, like the cat whose canary landed right in his bowl and started chirping ‘EAT ME! EAT ME!’

The feet of his chair scrape on the floor as he shuffles closer, and even though he’s not ‘your future husband’, you let him close the distance, happily voicing your answer to his original question and his most recent. “Yep. If it’s Keystone, can I say fuck and marry The Flash?”

“Yeah, totally, I’ll accept that answer.” Wally blurts, making no effort to hide his elation as he places his hand atop yours. “You know, I’ve been told that I’m a lot like The Flash.”

Please remember, do things that make you happy!

[salsakiyoomi]

“this event is a hassle.”

kiyoomi says as he pulls you to the side — the abandoned bit of the balcony of the great ballroom, the balcony is completely empty save for you two.

you laugh, a little bit tipsy from all the champagne you've had, “c'mon, omi, don't be such a buzzkill.”

he grunts, “i just wanna go home.” and you notice a hint of a pout at his lips.

“you're so pouty!” you exclaim, laughing, and he covers his face turning away from you.

“shut up.”

you giggle into the night, the sound drowned out by the soft music playing and the chatter from inside the ballroom.

“omi,” you coo, “you wanna go home?”

this was a gala, for the athletes and whatnot, kiyoomi always hated those events — just so many people, and not to mention he can’t act all lovey dovey with you because your relationship wasn't one that was supposed to happen, you were his manager for god's sake.

and yet.

kiyoomi found himself falling for you, and for everything that made you, you.

“yes,” he says, his hands at your waist and his body pressed against yours.

you smile up at him, “alright, let's say goodbye to our colleagues then.”

“mhm,” he hums, leaning in closer and pecking your lips, tasting the vanilla champagne mixed with the cherry lip balm you wore on your mouth, “i'll tell them i'm driving you home.”

needless to say, you were surprised at his gesture of kissing you so openly — the risk of getting caught was high, after all.

but anyway,

you smile at him, “let's go home, omi.”

you'll be spending the night in his bed after all.

[blondbrat]

𐙚 — rafe cameron!smut alphabet

warnings; f!reader, bf!rafe x soft femme

𐙚 A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he spoils his princess !! especially after a rough round, your pretty cunt swollen and achy as you sprawl out over his soft bed :(( glossy eyes fluttering back as he lays wet smooches all over ur dewy neck ‘you did so good baby’ ‘your so fucking beautiful’ his lil murmurs melting ur heart, cradling you in his arms !! you can expect a warm bubble bath where of course he’s cuddling u in, he’s so proud of u !

𐙚 B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ahh does he have to choose? he just loves your perfect titties, all bulgy and perky in ur little lace shirts, mmm<3 his eyes always seemed to drift. But ur heart shaped ass was just so plush !! so, so soft and how could he not walk by and smack it?? not to mention ur thighs, ur tummy etc. etc. u in general was his favorite ((: hehe, ofc his dick, especially as it’s dripping with your pretty essence.. easy answer for sure !!

𐙚 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

CUMMING ON UR TITTIES !!! >>> mhm u just look so sweet being covered in his warm cum, so thick as it drips down your pink nipples !! ofc, Rafe wants to cum inside of his girl.. but ur rambling on about babies and whatnot :(( whiny to taste him? he’s gonna swipe ur manicured fingertip over the white ribbons, and u open your pouty lips eagerly — slurping them in with a pop “this cum could be inside of you right now baby” mph breeding kink?&lt;;𝟑𝟑

𐙚 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

u always get so bubbly in ur lunch breaks !! Rambling on about ur day, the pretty sunset etc. etc. he was just such a good boyfriend, listening to his girl every day during her break!! Lil did u know he just LOVES the sound of ur sweet voice.. and even MORE as his hands sliding to his swollen cock, your voice was so beautiful :(( ditsy to the wet sounds in the background as you babbled on ‘really baby.. mmm keep talking’ he was so sweet (: !! All calm and collected with you !! he never brought that up.. a giddy pleasure he kept to himself !!&lt;;𝟑𝟑

𐙚 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ahh hello It’s Rafe !! He ofc lost his v card the moment girlies were throwing themselves at him.. which was always !! Very experienced much to ur lil cheeky delight ((: especially as he’s slurping ur pretty cunt

𐙚 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

hehe ur man is FERAL for doggie position !! Watching ur drooling cunny wrap around his cock as he pounds against ur heart shaped ass, he just couldn’t get enough !! Pushing your delicate head into the bed as he pounds into his angel, he hit ur sweet spot so perfectly tears brimmed ur lashes :((lil psycho

𐙚 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ROUGH :(( (u cheekily luved it !!) and praising ofc &lt;𝟑𝟑 !! ‘fuck princess your so tight’ ‘so fucking beautiful takin’ all of me’ ‘fuck, baby look at me when ur cumming’

𐙚 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Rafe is ofc very clean — like the rich kook he was !! keeping the small brown hairs right above his cock for ‘manly’ reasons or whatever, atleast that’s what he says.. and it was so hot >>> !!

𐙚 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

AHH~ DIRTY DIRTY PRAISE!!! ‘Such a pretty slut arnt you?’ ‘such a sweet little cunt’ sweet romance mixed in with filthy fucking !!<𝟑<𝟑<𝟑

𐙚 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he likes it a lil painful !! Squeezing his cock as he pumps himself.. angry masturbation :(( !!! pictures of uuuuu<𝟑𝟑

𐙚 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

here we gooo !! breeding kink (u’d just look so pretty with a his baby!!) size kink hehe, DOMINANT OFC making u squirt !! chocking, gagging >>>>>

𐙚 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

on his bed ofc !! Smelling ur sweet perfume after he’s done rearranging ur tummy is his lil drug. The beach &lt;𝟑 public places :(( (especially when ur getting more attention than he likes, which is always in his eyes:( )

𐙚 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His angel is general teasing peaks at ur body — tight crop tops, lacy skirts, pink bikinis !! + ur pretty pout and fluttering eyelashes, makes Rafe insane!!! calling him daddy hehe

𐙚 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything his angel isn’t comfortable with !! &lt;𝟑<𝟑 he’s down bad for anything you want really

𐙚 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ahh he CONSTANTLY wants to be in between his girls pretty thighs !! <𝟑𝟑𝟑 tasting ur sweet wetness as he groaned against ur drooling folds, watching his angel whimper and thrust into his tongue. ‘you taste so good princess’ ‘c’mon give me one more’ greedy, greedy Rafe :(( doesn’t even realize he’s overstimulating u after ur third orgasm until your shutting ur achy cunnty from him whining !! — giving him ur eager head? he loves ur plump lips wrapped around his cock.. especially as u look up at him with those glossy doe eyes <33 slurping him down ur throat. Especially when ur being a lil brat, he’s pushing u too your knees ‘gonna have to fuck that attitude right out’ta your mouth baby’ he gets off both ways hehe <𝟑

𐙚 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and hard more so !! Bent over the couch, spread out on the table etc. etc. he was obsessed with his princess but he sure fucked u like he hated u &lt;𝟑<𝟑

𐙚 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he likes edging his girl :( making u beg for his cock until tears are brimming ur lashes !! So quickies are rare, but if ur being a brat?? He’s gonna fuck you ((: <𝟑 Rafe loves sex hehe, morning sex, shower sex, period sex (kinky man)

𐙚 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes.. a lil too risky !! (especially when he’s pissed :o)

𐙚 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

sweet Rafe always makes sure your cumming first !! even though your crying into the couch as he pounds into his baby he’s addicted :(( three hard rounds in order before he needs a lil moment, and some cuddling ofc he acts like he doesn’t like it but tsk tsk he does &lt;𝟑<𝟑

𐙚 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ur being a brat?? It’s his cock that’s pounding into his angel, but a vibrator pressed against ur throbbing clit :(( !! Fav lil thing when he’s edging u

𐙚 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

UGH!! He’s obsessed !! Grabbing ur plush thigh IN PUBLIC!!! As he gives ur ass a light smack ‘rafeee!!’ of course he to whisper a naughty lil secret in ur ear.. ur lil lacy underwear damp now :(( he loves watching u whine and squirm :((

𐙚 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

this man growls and groans !! letting ur moans and screams fill the room as he fills u up (((:

𐙚 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he steals ur dainty panties :(( where did those lil pink lacy ones go? Yep, in his pocket !! He’s a creep for u

𐙚 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

UGH~ does he have to be so hot??! His musclar arms constantly scaring u from behind !! And his abs were just so hard! speaking of hehe Rafe has a big cock. Period. big dick energy <𝟑<𝟑

𐙚 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Rafeys always horny !!! Seeing his girl in ur lil sundress?? He’s hard. Getting in a petty argument? He’s hard. Seeing ur pretty new nail set? Why arnt they wrapped around his dick??? <𝟑𝟑𝟑

𐙚 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

AFTERCARE ALWAYS FIRST <𝟑 ur so warm and soft in his arms, nuzzling his face in ur fanning hair ~ cuddling with u is the only time he gets to breathe !! And doesn’t have to be so tough.. it’s his comfort <333 whispering sweet murmurs in ur ears as he drifted off, u were just too cozy not to fall asleep instantly into.. plus, you were already fast asleep in ur boyfriends arms !!

[ericscroptop]

Work Hard, Play Harder

✧ pairing: bf! sunwoo x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut w/ hints of fluff

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, inexperienced and a bit shy reader, nervous/insecure about sex, fingering, dirty talk, c!m tasting from both, praising, pet names, cursing, kissing, marking, fluff

✦ word count: 5.4k words

✧ synopsis: you laying on his bed is so enticing. he can’t help that he wants to play with you and show your fried brain a little fun.

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How foolish of you to think even for a second that you’d be able to get homework done with Kim Sunwoo in the same room?

Normally, you’d get your assignments and whatnot done in isolation because you work best with minimal-to-zero distractions. But today, you’ve somehow let Sunwoo convince you to do homework in his bedroom.

The past couple days, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend much. Schedules were opposite and conflicting, so it was only today that each of you had a slot of free time.

Still, you recalled that you had a task to complete before a deadline that was approaching. The sooner you finished it, the better.

Today seemed like a perfect day to lock in, but Sunwoo kept texting you that he missed you so much, insisting you two should hang out.

While you also missed him, it would be the smarter choice to get your homework done before you hangout with him. Which, is what you tried to tell him. But while you were mid-text, he was already knocking on your door.

You lectured him for bothering you, knowing you’d fold for his big pleading eyes, plump pouty lips, and his sweet voice.

Next thing you know, he’s telling you to grab your laptop and book bag, and driving you over to his place to work on schoolwork together. There’s a few assignments he should probably get around to doing anyways, too. So, a study date it is then!

That’s how you found yourself lying on your stomach over his bed, head facing the end of it, laptop and other essentials spread out in front. Meanwhile, he sat with his back against his pillows and headboard, laptop sitting over his lap.

After about an hour of having small snacks, chatting, and catching up from the days you’ve been apart, (which is exactly why you needed to be locked up alone to avoid distractions like him), you sighed when you realized the time you let pass and recalled what you were supposed to be doing in the first place.

Perhaps it was good to recharge with Sunwoo before getting to work; that way, you both at least got some of that pent-up excitement out from not seeing each other.

Well… that’s what you had hoped.

Now, you each settled into your own spots on his bed, a blended playlist of you guys’ current favorite songs playing faintly in the back via his laptop. Some sound was needed to fill the silence while you two worked.

You bounced from tab to tab on your screen while you began researching and citing quotes for the paper you’re working on. It’s tedious and frustrating to craft it, but you’re determined to write a mean paper that’ll hopefully get you an A.

Every now and then, you’d just stare at your screen blankly, complaining mentally in discouragement, or trying to conjure up ideas for the way you phrase your next sentences. But in other moments, you get inspired and furiously type away, getting into the groove of having ideas flow out smoothly.

Sunwoo smiles to himself when he hears your fingers clicking the keys at an unremitting rhythm. It seems like you know what you’re doing, when in contrast, his discussion post prompt is sending daggers at him, patiently waiting for him to actually start it.

It’s not difficult to become distracted, especially given the fact that he’s doing something mundane like homework. It’s such a chore, one that was crucial to his academic success.

Bullshitting his assignment or procrastinating even more sounds inviting. Even you had your moments where you don’t try as hard and leave things till last minute because it’s exhausting to even think about. But Sunwoo said you guys would do homework, so he should get on it.

Your form working diligently on his bed only distracted him further. How could he focus when watching your engrossed state looked more appealing?

He’s unable to see your face of concentration, only listening to the occasional exasperated groans that would leave your throat, and watching the way your feet would sway in the air in different directions, at various tempos and patterns. He’s noticed how fidgety you’d get sometimes, particularly with your legs. Your feet also would rub together and draw shapes into his comforter while you worked.

It’s endearing to watch your habits, not aware that he has disregarded his discussion post to admire you instead.

As he’s observing the way your legs roamed freely, he shamelessly starts to wander his eyes over the rest of your body.

Since all you planned for today was to be swamped in your paper, you dressed comfortably. A baggy t-shirt and sweat shorts was your attire of the day.

Your legs are left exposed. He soaks in the detailing of your skin, and runs his eyes to your bottom.

Sunwoo likes to think he’s a respectful man, and you’d definitely agree. He’s always patient with you, respecting your boundaries and has always been a gentleman. He treats you like any other human— with kindness, but is extra affectionate and clingy because he’s obsessed with you.

He thinks highly of you. While he loves you for your personality and quirks, he also sees you as visually stunning. His heart pumps fondly and blood rushes when he eyes your physical features.

While decorous, he has to admit that he does stare at various parts of you for a little too long. How could he not in situations like now, where your rear is facing him? Somehow, your oversized shirt bunched upwards, leaving the swell of your ass for his viewing pleasure.

Even though you were clearly clothed, he still had an imagination. He started picturing how your ass would look unveiled. Thinking about exploring every curve of your body with his lips and hands. Wondering about what delicious sounds you’d make when doing naughty things with him.

Unconsciously, you were tantalizing him.

His mind is going towards the gutter. You’re just trying to write your paper like the good student you were, while he was yearning for some attention from you. You were on the bed together, but you made it clear you meant business.

Though, Sunwoo doesn’t think he can wait much longer to hold you for as long as he pleases.

“Baby, can you read this real quick for me?” he suddenly asks. His eyes are entreating as they look at the back of your head. He still has yet to write a single word for his assignment, meaning he just came up with an excuse for you to pay any mind to him. His laptop isn’t even over him anymore; it’s been pushed to the side.

“Gimme a sec.” you uttered, fingers typing quickly and face still directed towards your screen.

He grins mischievously in the short amount of time you finish writing out one last sentence before switching your focus towards him. The grin falters into a faint smile once you fully turn around, scooting up until you’re right next to him.

“You actually got some work done? I’m impressed.” you scoffed, prepared to read his assignment.

You see he doesn’t bring his laptop to his lap or hand it over to you, making you raise your brows in question. Instead, he makes the move of pulling you in between his legs.

“Hey! What are you doing! Stop—” you choked out but interrupted yourself with broken giggles due to how ticklish you were.

Your heart was pounding, startled and delirious as your form was now in between his legs. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly with your back pressed against his chest.

His chin settles into your shoulder, turning his head to graze his lips over the shell of your ear.

“You’ve been working too hard. Let’s take a break, hm?”

You’re stiff as hell. You guys have kissed one another, made out, cuddled, took naps together, etc., but your body and mind still malfunctioned when you were this near to him.

All the focus centered on the tension from close proximity. You could hear his breathing and sense his air from such fanning over your neck and ear.

“You didn’t actually get anything done, did you?” you muttered, fingers clutching the skin of your thighs as he invaded your personal space. It’s not that you didn’t like it— quite the opposite, actually. You just didn’t know how to react.

“How can I when we haven’t properly spent time together?” he hums, pushing some of your hair back to start leaving soft kisses over your sensitive spots. Instinctively, you shut your eyes and angle your neck, succumbing to his tender gesture.

“Sunwoo… my paper.” you reminded him as his kisses were seemingly growing fervid. Somehow your shirt exposed your shoulder, riveting him to redirect his mouth to the spot. A hand of his rubs your clothed tummy, dragging wet kisses across the bare skin.

Your body shivers, goosebumps appearing instantly. Uninhibitedly, you squeezed your thighs and let out a shaky breath. Your body temperature was rising and you felt so small.

“It can wait. I can’t. I missed you so much.” he voices. His hands loosen from your stomach and he brings one of them to your hair, smoothing over your locks.

By this point, you gathered strength to turn your head somewhat to look at him. With his free veiny hand, he cups your cheek, searching every inch of your face with his orbs as if he’s trying to memorize it.

“Did you miss me, too? Tell me you missed me.” his big dark, yet soft eyes hold vulnerability and longing. His look leaves your throat parched, still growing hot all over. You even feel something akin to a heartbeat down south between your legs.

Sunwoo was so needful. That’s one of the things you liked about him. He was cool and collective to the public and friends, but when around you, he never abstained his openness about how much your presence soothed him.

“You know I always miss you.” you answered, still maintaining eye contact with him as he continued to hold your cheek. Deep down, he knew your answer but still wanted to be affirmed aloud. It contented him, but he needed you to touch him back now.

He takes initiative to close more distance between you two, leaning his face further until his nose is brushing against yours.

You can feel each other’s breath face to face. He brushes his features over yours, his nose and lips grazing past your own in a gentle back-and-forth motion.

“Kiss me, baby.” he ghosts over your lips. You’re breathless by just his teasing actions, your own nails digging into your thighs to keep yourself grounded.

It’s impossible to refuse his precious plead. He’s caught you like a fish on a hook. You fall for the bait of his charms, and connect your lips with his own.

The kisses shared start out moderate, lips meeting and touching, pressure light. Your back still rests against his chest, slightly at an angle to continuously kiss him. He keeps you near to his liking by not letting that one hand of his part from your face.

It doesn’t take long before a few tastes make you both greedy.

The sounds of your lips puckering and the sensation of one another’s appendage meeting together creates heightened sensations. You each start fighting for more. It evolves into something wetter, his tongue darting out to flick against yours, tongue tips touching.

Desperation clouded your mind with the way this has grown into making out. Sunwoo has your body unable to remain calm, wiggling and unthinkingly pushing your core down into his mattress

Your breathing alongside his, has grown heavier. Although whipped in chasing your lips, he clearly catches the low moan that lets out your throat.

The naughty sound has him smirking against your mouth. There’s excitement within him, mentally and physically. His manhood is getting pumped full of blood, warming up and swelling the more you two make out fiercely.

His lustful instincts get him to maneuver his free hand towards your thigh. Since your shorts were generously short, he had easy access to your bare skin. His palm and fingers stroked it, making your spine and pussy shiver at how close he was to your private area.

As you two continue with the fiery embrace, he’s only wishing for more contact and intimacy. His fingers start trailing towards your inner thigh, dangerously closer to your covered sex.

Having his hand near such a concealed and sensitive spot makes you shut your thighs together on impulse, thus squeezing his hand in the process.

You butt your back against him the more touchy he gets, causing you to take note of something firm prodding into your lower back.

If you’re not mistaken, you think that is his—

“You got me so hard, baby.” Sunwoo rumbles, parting lips for a moment to catch your breaths. He’s burning for more of you. And while he also is igniting something within you, you’re unfamiliar in what happens next.

“Feel that? It’s ‘cause of you doll.” he slightly pushes himself against you, as if you two aren’t already close together. His erection is hard to not notice now, bringing you interest yet anxiousness.

While you guys have been dating for a decent amount of time, there hasn’t been any initiation of doing anything past kissing and cuddling. You didn’t think much of it— as you were still a virgin. And as horny as you still got from time-to-time, you were a tiny bit apprehensive for the day you did do something sexual with someone.

You imagine that right now is when things go further for you two.

“Sunwoo… I haven’t… I’ve never…” your cheeks got hot and reddened, feeling a bit embarrassed to have this conversation. You didn’t want to let your boyfriend down or kill the mood.

He stilled behind you, eyes softening once your words clicked in his head. Your eyes avoided his own, fidgeting with your limbs.

Although you felt mortified, Sunwoo believes he should be the one to feel ashamed. You two never had the conversation of sex before, so how would he have known? But nevertheless, the last thing he’d want you to feel is distressed or cross a boundary he shouldn’t have.

“Shit… did I make you uncomfortable? Hey, look at me.” he thumbs your cheek with one hand while the other goes to enfold one of your own, holding it lovingly.

You do look at him, worried that you’d disappoint him with your lack of experience, palms all sweaty.

“I… I’ve never done anything past making out.” you admitted more clearly.

“That’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready or comfortable with it. I’m sorry if I got too carried away.” he offers you an apologetic look, still caressing your cheek delicately.

“We should get back to doing our homework. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” his voice is genuine, tinged with regret of letting his hormones loose.

The look on his face, the way he shows that he respects you, and his apology (that you believe was not needed but still kind), has you melting. He’s definitely sheepish, but you don’t want him feeling that way.

If anything, Sunwoo was working you up. Sexual frustration was becoming a bitch to you. Your core’s experiencing a wind of warmth, unable to dismiss it. You think you need some sort of alleviation.

“Babe,” you reached a hand up to his hair, shaking your head while massaging his fluffy strands.

“I really want to do stuff with you. So bad, Sunwoo.” there’s so much honestly within your words and tone, longing and sentiment coating your orbs.

“I just don’t know… I don’t know how i’ll react or if you’ll like me.” you almost whisper, suddenly insecure of yourself now that you’re admitting this aloud to your boyfriend.

Every now and then, you wondered what it would be like to get intimate with another person. It would be vulnerable for you to show your bare body to someone. You can’t help but overthink that Sunwoo might not feel satisfied with you, or that you wouldn’t enjoy it— possibly finding it uncomfortable, instead.

Without a doubt you trusted him, but fearing unfamiliar territory was natural. You simply didn’t know what to expect.

How would you know unless you actually tried it?

A scoff comes out of Sunwoo, followed by an empathetic smile.

“Of course I like you, silly girl.” he chuckles, reaching for the hand that was in his hair and connecting it with his own. He gives it a reassuring squeeze, prompting the corners of your lips to raise in seeing and hearing him make that gentle sound.

“I love you, Y/n.” I will cherish every part of you. You’re so damn beautiful.” he brings your hand to his lips, dotting soft kisses over your knuckles. His other hand stays on your hip protectively.

“You’re safe with me. I wanna treat my girl right. I’m yours.” he means all of it, clear sincerity as bright as day twined in his tone and words.

Hearing his words is dulcet to your ears. There’s this wave that washed over you. It’s like a sea that gets you lost. Lost but secure from his touches and statements.

“I want you to feel comfortable with me. You’re the priority here. If you don’t wanna do anything that’s completely fine.”

“But if you wanna, we can start slow. If you give me the okay, i’ll take care of where it aches.”

It feels like your tummy does a somersault at that. You’re positive your cheeks are flushing, all rosy with how he always knows the right things to say. He really does care about you.

As if on cue, your pussy throbs more when he acknowledges that it must be craving for some stimulation.

You’re feeling so shy about letting him see or touch your bare sex, but one look at those bambi eyes of his and you think you’re ready. Ready for Sunwoo to help pleasure you.

Amenability glazes your eyes when you look at him. Although still slightly lacking confidence, you’re sure you want to take your relationship somewhat further.

“Okay…” it comes out faintly from your voice. You pause for a few before gaining strength to speak up a bit. “Touch me, Sunwoo. Please.”

Sunwoo’s gaze is tender as you spoke with vulnerability, granting him permission to un shield a part of yourself that you reserved for someone you trust and care for deeply.

That someone being him.

A part of him is nervous to touch you. He’s not planning on going past fingering with you for now, but he still wants to make this an enjoyable experience for you.

Aside from that ounce of concern, his body is overly excited to reach third base with you. It’s been awhile since he’s sensually touched someone else. Your existence brought him so much warmth, and he often craved to have you in sexual ways.

He’s been a patient boy. And now, you were going to allow for him to rub you as he pleased.

He’s determined and delighted to give you some delectable pleasure. To show you how much he cares about you through this new form of intimacy.

You feel like you’re hallucinating and definitely are perspiring and clammy from anticipation. Even so, you weren’t going to let your nerves fuck you over. You wanted to try this.

Once more, he double checks to ensure your consent, and you simply nod with a positive ‘yes.’

“I’ll take it slow. Just relax for me and I’ll do all the work. Lemme know if you wanna stop or if anything hurts, alright, baby?

“I love you, Sunwoo.” you smiled, all misty eyed from how caring he was being in this moment.

“I love you, too, Y/n.” he returns your smile, then gravitates his lips towards yours. You kiss passionately, but the embrace of lips is still smooth. It further stresses the respect and cosmic attachment he has for you— and vice versa.

After lip locking, his hands begin to explore your skin. With you sitting in between his legs, he directs you to lean back comfortably. His hands creep their way under your shirt, tracing your bare sides up and down like he had all the time in the world.

He also patted at your stomach, smoothing over it protectively. Instead of diving his fingers straight into your sex, he wanted to ease up your body first to get used to these sensual touches of his.

Slithering downwards from your abdomen, he continues to love up on your body, massaging the flesh of your thighs.

It’s his mission and wish to soften your core and muscles, getting you to enjoy this moment. Additionally to his tactile movements, he pairs them with words laced with so much sugar that he’s starting to give you a rush.

“Body so soft.”

“Never wanna let you go.”

“You belong here in my arms, hm.”

“Such a sweet, sweet girl.”

In between compliments, he rotates from kissing your temple, cheek, and the corner of your mouth. Your head rests back against his shoulder, eyes resting shut as you feel yourself getting more and more comfortable and aroused by the minute.

When his dominant hand finally finds itself in between your legs and over your clothed crotch, your breathing grows shaky from him cupping at it, shivering at the hold.

“You okay?” he doesn’t remove his hand but stills it, making sure you’ve not grown uncomfortable.

To answer, your thighs squeeze his hand, willingly grinding down into it.

“Keep going, show me more.” you whimpered, getting Sunwoo to smug at your reaction to his efforts. Oh, just you wait.

“Gonna take off your shorts, hm?”

You let him do it, and when they’re off, your bottom is left in your cotton panties. They’re not the most sexy undergarment, and you honestly wish you would’ve worn a different pair. But that was not on Sunwoo’s mind at all.

All he cared about was that he’s one more layer closer to his treasure. He’s beyond excited to meet your pussy. The view of your soft panties being the only thing that comes in between his hand and your folds is heart-stopping.

His fingers experimentally touch your pussy lips through the fabric, slightly applying pressure teasingly. You quake at the touch, a breath stuck in your throat as he strokes the area.

His plump lips part and shift into an amused expression, pleased in how he’s getting you going.

“Hurry… please, Sunwoo.” you whined, cheeks definitely blushing at how overly needful you sound— and are.

A chuckle escapes from Sunwoo’s throat, “Patience, doll. You’ll get my fingers, ‘kay?”

Given how keyed up you are, he strips the last bit of fabric off with your cooperation. Now tossed away, your sex is exposed to the air, and Sunwoo finally gets to touch it raw.

His fingertips carefully sweep over your vulva, tonguing at his teeth when he feels moisture. You shyly mewl at the bare contact.

“Fuck, so wet for me. You excited, baby?” his throat rumbles.

You whined again, red-faced at the vulnerability of all this. In response, he kisses your cheek for comfort, still exploring your outside parts.

“Don’t be embarrassed. How can you be so cute and sexy, hm?”

Before you know it, he finds your clit and nudges at it with diligence, earning a squeak turned moan from you. Bingo.

It inclines you to push your hips upwards, squirming at your boyfriend touching you like this. It’s so different to have someone else play with your cunt. Different, but you can see yourself becoming addicted to it.

He only allows himself to tease your bundle of nerves for a few before diverting his fingers lower, starting to trace around your hole.

“Relax for me.” he murmurs. You let out a breath, allowing him to use his left hand to rub your knee in support, and encourages you to spread your legs out a little more. “Doing so good. Yeah, that’s it.”

After coaxing you, he unexpectedly removes his hand away from your sex. You huff out and draw your mouth open in confusion and protest, but nothing else comes out when you watch Sunwoo stick a finger in between his lips, too stunned at the close-up scene of something so erotic.

For extra insurance, he pops a finger in his mouth to lube it with saliva, lathering it well. He’s aiming for this to go as smoothly as possible.

He smirks while you watch, humming before taking it out and moving back to your cunt.

Once again, he circulates over your entrance, teasing you more before he at last, slips that one finger prudently past your slit.

A whimper bounces out of your mouth from the initial stretch, accommodating to the sensation of your boyfriend’s finger making its debut.

“Ahhh, mhm…”

“Shhhh… It’s okay, I gotchu. Gonna make this feel so good for you.” He gives you heartening kisses, still lingering not that far in yet, giving you time to soak it in slowly.

He’s pretty patient. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you. Even if you’re impatient for it, he keeps his movements gentle and careful.

A little at a time, he has a decent portion of his finger inserted. He doesn’t move immediately so you can fully adjust.

You then give him the green light, and so he starts playing with your inside.

His finger testingly swirls, intrigued to discover this new territory that gets to be his home— for hopefully forever.

Soft moans come out your mouth before you realize, and you’re suddenly too aware of this intimate situation, feeling like you’re getting a fever.

It’s taking everything in you to not squirm. You opt for burying your face into your boyfriend’s neck in attempt to cover more smutty sounds and burning face.

Sunwoo is displeased with that, though. He halts his finger, pausing any action.

Your brows furrow and the sudden lack of motion has you lifting your head up.

“Why’d you stop?” your eyes were filled with worry. Maybe he’s bored or something’s wrong?

“Don’t hide from me.” his voice is serious. “Lemme hear those pretty moans”

Oh.

His finger moves again. Only this time, he starts to curl it and begins a slow flow of driving it in and out of you.

“Hmmphhh!” you whimpered, breath shaky and heart beat ascending at how sensational it is to have someone fucking you with just their finger.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smirks, not planning on stopping until he pushes you to your breaking point.

Your sex hormones are going wild, feening for incessant sexual pleasure until you can’t take it anymore.

You’re bucking down to meet the movement of his finger, it having grown not enough rather quicker than you anticipated. Sunwoo has to titter at that, wowed to see how fast you’ve adjusted, and yearn for more.

Since you’re so desperate, he doesn’t warn you when he pushes a second finger past your hole. You gasp, followed by a curse word at the additional stretch.

“Shit, this tight pussy must love me.” his voice is breathy and deep as he feels your walls grip at his fingers.

He’s fucking your cunt now with two fingers, gradually with more pressure and firmer. His fingers pump against the ridges of your walls, moving and bending them, thus bringing you highly concentrated pleasure to your core.

Your arousal soaks his long fingers, above turned on that your hot boyfriend’s hand is creating a new high for you that you thought was unimaginable.

He inflames you even more when he starts to nip at your neck. His mouth’s latched onto your skin while down below, his thrusts just become deeper and deeper. He’s too keen on giving you a divine time that you’d think about for the rest of your life.

“Right there, Sunwoo! Oh my God, s-so good!” you gasped out when he hits a spot that scratches your senses so good.

“Right there, huh?”

Luckily, your boy knows what he’s doing, so he continues to hit that spot continually and not let up. He believes now is when he enhances your brain and body further by making use of his thumb to position over your clit.

He thumbs at your swollen bud, massaging it in an unhurried, but consistent rhythm.

And that sparks something inside you lower region. If you thought your pussy was aching before, it definitely is now.

Your breaths sound quicker and he takes note of you bringing a thumb to your mouth, biting down on it while mewls still slip past your lips. His pumps persist while your walls suck his fingers in like a vacuum as he moves in and out.

Every sound and the sight of you writhing, unable to remain calm, encourages him to not dwindle down on his ministrations.

The pressure applied towards your clit is even but remains slow, making you savor every second of stimulation you get, gradually increasing and turning almost-tender to be touched.

Hot pangs hit in your belly, and you feel like you’re starting to sweat, blood pressure spiking. You’re whimpering pathetically, muscles burning and tensing to break free and let yourself collapse.

It’s clear to Sunwoo that you can’t handle this any longer, evident he’s going to bring you to cum.

Squishy sounds and breathy moans are harmonic to the ears while he’s focused on getting you to snap.

“Gonna cum on my fingers? Is baby girl gonna let my fingers get even more soaked with her cum?”

Mhmphhh! Su— Sunwoo.” you cry out.

“Go ‘head. Lemme feel it.” he coaxes, and like the good girl you are, you do let loose.

As your knot unties, you deeply moan, hand that was near your mouth now gripping at his comforter. Your orgasm takes over you, shivering slightly, ass and thighs becoming spastic.

Your eyes are heavy and you see stars that are sparkling and fading, any sounds coming from the two of you sounding distant as you come down.

“I’m so proud of you, doll.” he mumbles as you catch your breath, face falling into his neck. While his fingers still remain in you, he uses his free hand to caress your head, commending you for staying strong and cumming for him.

As you progressively revert closer back to normal, your mind softens, and you’re craving to melt against your boyfriend. You need to logout from reality, Sunwoo having tired you out from getting busy with your pussy.

He coos at you when he makes you whimper and lift your head at the removal of his fingers. To your surprise, he then gravitates those fingers towards his mouth, closing around them and seemingly drinking up whatever stuck to his digits.

Your eyebrows furrow, joined with the part of your lips at him willingly tasting your fluids. He just looks at you, making exaggerated sounds from sucking and sends you a flirty wink.

You shiver and divert your gaze in shyness, flushing as you look back curiously, watching him pull out his licked-clean fingers.

“I knew you’d taste good.” he growls from the act and your essence getting savored by his taste buds.

“Wanna try?” he asks like nothing, seeing that you’re not calling him out for it, just eyeing him inquisitively.

You don’t say anything, but you still have that look gracing your orbs. He dips his fingers down to your core again, lathering them up in more of your spilled cum. You feel tingly during those seconds that he does so, and he raises them up again, nodding at you if you wanted a taste, too.

Your face leaning in slowly is enough of an answer for him, so he goes to hold your chin with the other hand, delicately slipping his fingers into your hot mouth.

You kindly close around them, timidly licking a finger tip for just a second, then getting comfortable to lap up the rest of your own spills. Your teeth even rake over his digits and your eyes fluttered shut with a hum before opening them.

When you do, there still lays a cutey-appearance behind those eyes he adores, even with you licking your own cum.

From that moment, he recognizes that his obsession for you will be death of him.

“Fuck…” he breathes out, stroking the tip of your chin.

“That’s all you, baby girl.”

“So perfect.”

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[scarletwinterxx]

I choose you and me religiously - joshua hong imagine

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"This is so not fair"

"What?" your boyfriend blinks back at you with his doe eyes, knowing full well what this does to you

"You can't use that every time you're trying to win, Josh" you grumble, hitting him playfully with a pillow. He blocks it with his arm, laughing at your annoyed but cute expression, clearly he's having more fun than you.

There are so many things Joshua does that makes your knees go weak. The moment you met him you knew you were in deep deep trouble. It was hard not to get swayed while staring in his eyes when they say so much.

Even before, you can never keep eye contact with him because if you do you'd end up a blushing mess. His eyes confessed to you first, and you stared right back getting lost along side him.

Your relationship with him is like those cliche movies and cute scenes in books you only dreamt of happening to you, then along came him and made those into reality.

Like how can you not think he's the cutest human ever when he made a beaded bracelet with his number on it and gave it to you because he was too shy and too much of a gentleman to ask, how he held pinkies with you on your first date while walking around the park, or how he giggled (yes, this man straight up giggled) the first time you kissed.

Every thing he does is an arrow shot straight to your heart. He might not be aware of it but he got you on the palm of his hand. You can't even argue with him because the moment you see his sad eyes and pouty lips, you're already waiving the white flag.

You thought it would be scary for someone to have this much power over you, but not Joshua. He's honest, gentle and kind through and through. In a world of boys, he really is the gentleman.

He never did anything to make you feel uncomfortable or angry or upset, sure there are little arguments here and there but he will never let a day end without making sure you two are okay.

Most often you would say he's too kind for this world, all you get is a shake of his head and a smile. It's just who is he is. Not a single mean bone in his body. You would fight the world for him, always his number one defender and he loves that about you.

Why would he care if the world was mean to him when he got you on his side?

That's all that matters to him anyways.

"Do you ever get angry?" you ask

"Of course, I do" he answer with a chuckle, prompting you to raise your brow at him

"I've never seen you angry, is that a bad sign? They say you should see your partner angry to see that side of them or whatnot"

"I just never find any reason to be. I feel upset, I do. But then I resolve it. It takes too much energy to be angry, life's too short for that don't you think"

"Okay but like what if someone insults you?" you prod

"Do they know me?" he asks back "Just hypothetically"

"But like what's the scenario" "Oh come on, indulge me for a moment will you" you say, getting annoyed at your boyfriend but he just laughs. You always look cute when he annoys you, wishing he could keep you in his pocket all the time.

"Okay let's change it then, let's say we're walking out at night and someone says something about me-" "Well that's different, darling. They won't even finish the sentence, I'm already walking up to them" he cuts you off, even though it's just a made up scenario he already feels a bit mad at the thought of someone disrespecting you

"And what? Fight them?"

He doesn't say anything for a while, staring back at you like he's making you read his mind. Then he pulls you by the arm until you're cuddled against him.

"They can hurt me any way they want, I can handle that. But you, I'd lose my mind if anything happens to you. I can't even imagine it, it's making me mad"

Looking up at him, you see the change in his expression "Oh love, I didn't mean to upset you. Sorry" you mumble, smoothing the crease in between his brows

"No need to be sorry, it's the truth. I treat you with nothing but love and respect, I can't have some stranger treat you any less"

Your lips immediately form a pout when you hear his words. Your sweet sweet boy.

"You really love me huh" you whisper

He looks down at you, his expression quickly changes when he sees your cheeks squished against his chest and the cute pout on your lips. Like a little cute dumpling.

Leaning down to give your cheek a few pecks, "A little bit more than how much you love me"

You laugh at that, you never doubted your feelings about him. You know you love him so much, every single cell in your body knows that. "Sounds impossble"

"Oh you disagree? Lovely, we can sit here all day and talk about all the things I love about you. I can go on and on and on"

"Okay okay fine I get it, I thought you don't like arguing" you tease him

"I like arguing with you like this because I know I'll win"

"Okay Mr. Confident"

"I'm only telling the truth. Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong" this time he's he one teasing, knowing full well you're weak for his stare

"Not fair, you can look at me and I'd say yes to anything"

"Anything?"

You pinch his side, earning a yelp and a laugh from your boyfriend. Then he hugs you again, holding your hand his time so you don't get any ideas.

"Want to know something? I feel the same, the moment you looked at me I knew I was going to be yours for the rest of this lifetime" he whispers

He tucks your hair behind your ears to see you eyes more, leaning down again to give your nose a peck "You had me the moment we met"

You smile at him before stretching your head to meet your lips with his, feeling him smile during the kiss. You don't say anything, you just let him feel all the emotions that are too big for any word in any language.

Exchanging I love you's through kisses.

[smileydk]

Lights, Camera, Action

Pairing: Idol!Taemin x Photographer!OC

Summary: Jiwoo and Taemin have been married for a whole decade. They both debuted in SHINee. As SHINee approached their 15th anniversary Jiwoo started pursuing photography.

Who'd be a better guinea pig model than her own husband?

cw/tw: fluff, cute, praising, suggestive, kissing

Note: I'm obsessed with Taemin lately. Why I don't know. But he's so handsome and pretty, and gorgeous, and sexy and- yeah

''Taeminie my babyyy~'' Jiwoo walked through the front door with a sweet smile on her lips.

Taemin, sitting on the couch, looked up from the book he was reading and raised a knowing eyebrow. ''Yes, my dearest wife? What are you gonna subject me to this time?''

Jiwoo smiled and walked over to the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down at him with a pleading smile.

Taemin knew that smile very well. Whenever she wanted him to do something she'd smile like that.

''You know how I've been taking photography classes, right baby?'' Taemin nodded. ''Right, so this week's assignment was to photograph something sexy... so I thought who's better for the job than the Lee Taemin?''

Taemin chuckled as he leaned his head against the back rest. He looked up at Jiwoo, who was already looking down at him and pursed his lips.

Jiwoo leaned down and kissed his lips sweetly.

''Will you please help me, baby?'' Jiwoo fluttered her eyelashes sweetly.

''I can't, and you know I can't. I told you this morning. And I know you know since you call be "baby". I have to go to the dance studio and work on the "Guilty" choreography. I would help you if I-''

Jiwoo pouted. ''Pretty please?''

Taemin chuckled. ''I don't have ti-''

''Pretty please with sugar on top?! If you loved me-'' Taemin raised an eyebrow. ''-you would help me''

Taemin sighed. ''You're annoying''

''I know. And since you won't help me, I'm calling Minho'' Taemin nodded for her to go on.

So she did.

She found her phone and found Minho's contact. She pressed his contact and put it on speaker phone. Taemin just sat there.

''Jiwoo! My favorite Lee! 'Sup?''

Taemin glared at the phone. ''What do you mean "favorite Lee?!" I thought it was me!''

In the background Jiwoo and Taemin heard Onew cursing at Minho for calling someone else his favroite Lee.

''Too bad, you ain't. And neither are you, Hyung! Now, how can I help my favorite Lee''

''So, for my photography classes I have to photograph something sexy, and Taemin's an ass and won't help me, so would you like to be my sexy model? Maybe something shirtless, or maybe-''

Taemin grabbed Jiwoo's phone from her hands and glared at his wife. ''Buh-bye Hyung, we don't need you''

''Goodbye, see you tom-''

Jiwoo laughed loudly as Taemin ended the call in the middle of Minho's sentence. He chucked her phone behind his shoulder. He turned to his wife and raised an eyebrow.

''You're a bully''

''So you'll help me?'' Jiwoo smiled sweetly.

Taemin sighed loudly. ''Fine! I'll call Noona and tell her practice is off'' He picked up his own phone. ''You're lucky I love you'' He mumbled a pouty tone.

As he ended the call, telling "Noona" he was sick and couldn't dance today. "Noona" didn't believe him for a single second, but she let it slide this time.

She did however warn him if he repeated this she would come to their apartment and drag him to the dance studio herself.

''Now, back to your little rendezvous, do we have any studio lights? Or any equipment at all?''

Jiwoo's sweet, kiss-ass look, switched into a sheepish look. ''I might have bought a camera, studio lights and all that before asking you''

''Why?''

''I just- my backup plan was Minho, I knew he would accept without a fight'' Jiwoo smirked as she headed out the door to get the stuff she bought.

Taemin gasped dramatically. ''How dare you even think of Minho as a backup?'' His wife simply smiled and kissed his cheek.

After they'd set up all the different lights and cameras, and props and whatnot that Jiwoo had brought home, in the bathroom, the woman turned to her husband with a smirk.

''And now, you. We gotta change all...'' Jiwoo moved her hands around her husband's body. ''...this''

''What? I look sexy as I am'' Taemin raised an eyebrow.

''Well that I won't deny. But! This is not what I invisioned...'' She motioned to his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. ''I was thinking that it could fit with your upcoming comeback... so I might have got you a completely new outfit''

She dug out a white tank-top, a pair of white boxers and a pair of blue, baggy (jeans) pants. Taemin reluctantly took the clothes and changed out of his sweatpants and hoodie.

As he showed the outfit to Jiwoo she held up a finger. She started pulling and adjusting his pants. She could feel Taemin's smirk on his lips as her hands brushed past his lower stomach.

''Shut up'' She mumbled and continued her adjusting.

''I didn't say anything!'' Taemin exclaimed and placed his hands on his hips.

Jiwoo ignored him and stepped back. She looked him up and down. He posed jokingly and Jiwoo chuckled.

Jiwoo stood him in front of the bathroom. ''Let's... add a bit of choreo to the photo. Right hand under shirt, show off your stomach. You know, the key move''

Taemin smirked. ''If you wanted me naked you should've just asked, baby''

''Ha. Ha'' Jiwoo laughed sarcastically and loooked at her husband with a forced smile. ''Pose, asshole''

''Yes, ma'am!'' Taemin saluted her and did as she'd wished. ''Lights, camera, action''

Jiwoo stared at him for a moment. ''You're such a weirdo'' Taemin flashed a dorky smile.

Jiwoo continued staring at Taemin as he did the pose she requested. It looked good, but not enough. ''Head down. Hand around your neck''

Taemin did as instructed.

This was another reason as to why Jiwoo wanted to work with her own husband, he'd been in the industry for so long. He knew exactly how to pose, he followed instructions well and he was naturally sexy.

Perfect sexy model.

Jiwoo snapped a few pictures of Taemin in that pose, altering some small things. When she was satisfied with it she showed it to model himself.

''Wow, I look good'' Jiwoo chuckled. ''What are you laughing at? I look sexy. Who knows, maybe these will be my concept photos? You're good at this''

Jiwoo blushed as he praised her. ''You really think that?''

Taemin nodded and hugged her tightly. ''The best! Now, next pose!''

The afternoon continued. Taemin posed as Jiwoo instructed. It started professionally, Taemin answered Jiwoo being very serious about the whole thing.

Then it slowly turned into Taemin doing as he wished and Jiwoo accepting it.

After almost 3 hours of snapping photos they decided to wrap it up.

''I'm gonna edit these a bit. Then you can see them''

Taemin pouted. ''I wanna see them now!''

Jiwoo raised an eyebrow. ''Taemin, sweetie, you're 30, not a toddler. You'll see them when I'm done''

''Okay...''

However, editing proved to be difficult when you had a 30 year old husband who decided he needed attention at this exact moment.

Jiwoo was trying to edit the pictures she seemed to be the best ones. Taemin sat behind her on the bed, legs on each side of her body, arms around her waist as he watched her edit.

His shin rested on her shoulder as she tapped away on the computer.

Taemin's attention span was about the same as a 5 year old, on a sugar high.

His fingers started tapping a rhythm on Jiwoo's thighs and he started humming to himself. Jiwoo turned around and raised an eyebrow. She'd told him if he wanted to sit here. Silence.

He quickly stopped.

But then his attention started wearing thin again. He found a hairbrush ans some hair ties Jiwoo had laying around.

He carefully started brushing Jiwoo's hair and braiding it. Jiwoo stopped her editing and turned around. She smiled.

''You really have no patience. You're like a five year old'' Jiwoo examined the braid. It was good.

''Yet you love me. Besides, if I was a five year old, wouldn't that make you a predator?''

Jiwoo raised her eyebrow. ''Ha. Ha''

''I'll go cook or something. Have a good editing session''

''Love you!'' Jiwoo yelled through the house as Taemin bounced down the stairs.

''Love you more!''

After Jiwoo'd edited the photos she headed into the kitchen to show Taemin.

Taemin, who was making tteokbokki, was amazed.

''My wife's so talented! And I'm much more sexy than Minho-Hyung would ever be''

Jiwoo chuckled and patted his cheek. ''That's your opinion''

''Whatever. You and I both know I'm speaking facts. Now, I think these are perfect for my concept photos this comeback. And I'm saving money if use my lovely wife's hard labor''

''Who said I'm free?'' Jiwoo raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. ''I'm an expensive bitch''

''Well... expensive? Yes. But bitch? No. What do you want as pay? I could think of a few things I know you'd like'' Taemin smirked as he placed his own hands on Jiwoo's.

Jiwoo chuckled and shook her head. ''You're such a pervert''

Taemin couldn't see the problem. She wanted pay. He had something to pay with. Which they'd both enjoy.

''Besides. I have to send these in for class and-''

Before Jiwoo could finish her sentence Taemin pressed his lips against hers. Jiwoo giggled as he pulled away.

''You talk too much sometimes''

''And you have too little patience. Your tteok is burning'' Jiwoo pointed at the pan, which smoked a bit more than it should've.

Taemin turned around and spotted the pan. He quickly moved it from the heat. He smiled awkwardly as he turned back to his wife.

''It's not burnt. It just... on the verge of burning. Want some?''

Jiwoo smiled. He was so cute. And he tried cooking. Which he rarely did. ''Of course I will''

As they are Taemin's half-burnt creation Taemin smirked. ''Next time you should do a budoir photoshoot''

Jiwoo choked on the food. ''Lee Taemin!? WHAT THE FUCK!?''

''What? It was just an idea! I'm sexy. You're a great photographer. And...''

''You just want a reason to get naked'' Jiwoo deadpanned him. ''And don't even deny it, you're... you''

''Oh baby. If I wanted to be naked I'd be naked'' He winked and continued eating his food.

''Fuck you, Lee Taemin''

''Anytime, baby''

[misguidedasgardian]

What if Series II.

What if Reader married Cregan Stark?

MASTERLIST

You met Cregan when you were sixteen at your sister's wedding, and the bond between you two became so strong there was no other choice but to betrothed you two.

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Targaryen!Fem!Reader

Warnings: minors kissing heavily, and being really sneaky and horny 😂😂. Reader and Cregan are so horny for one another JAJAJA well they are a couple of sixteen year olds, cursing, medieval customs, incest and whatnot 

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: this is it people! Haha! I decided to give it a turn, more drastic 

Year: Year 115 AC, Rhaenyra is 18, Princess (Y/N) 16

Only one thing changed the course of History…

When Rhanyra was ready to join the jousting, and begin the celebrations for her wedding, excited to see his uncle in the lists again, she went looking for her sister to join her… She got into the Godswood, where his father and the princess were with the Starks.

And what she saw made her smile, she refrained from grabbing her sister and taking her away from the place. 

Her sister was walking in the Godswood, so close with the wolf boy, she didn’t dare to intervene, in fact, she let them, only walking towards his father and Lord Rickon

“They make a handsome couple”, she would say, with a shy smile.

And that did it for King Viserys.

The very next day in the feast, the King announced the betrothal of her youngest daughter to the the heir to Winterfell, Cregan Stark, of the North 

For you, Rhaenyra’s week of wedding celebrations turned into some sort of blurr, a haze of love, and tingles in your belly.

Once your betrothal was announced you and Cregan never again parted ways from one another. stealing glances, holding hands under the table, taking long walks in the gardens, in the city, in the Red Keep, you took so many walks because there was the only way you could truly be together with him. Walking… holding hands, always being followed, under the watchful eyes of Steffon or another unlucky King’s guard 

But you realized soon it wasn’t enough.

No matter how many knights crushed each other with their spears, or many many swings of their swords they would take to defeat the other… or how many fools would hit each other with wooden sticks or how many jokes they pulled, or how many times you would dance, or ride horses throughout the fields outside the walls of King’s Landing

It wasn’t enough 

Soon your gazes turned more heated, your hands squeezed together more often and more tightly, and sometimes you took one too many cups of Dragonfire wine, expecting to quench your thirst…

But you weren’t thirsty for wine, nor even water

Soon you started stealing kisses when your Kingsguard wasn’t looking, the first time your lips collided with Cregan’s it was like a warm milky bath with your favorite essences in it, certainly felt better than that. And you both soon turned addicted to each other's pouty lips

And from hands you were seen holding each other, his hand on your waist, and your arm coiled with his 

Rickon and Viserys didn’t know what to do with the both of you always sneaking around, and people were beginning to talk.

But it wasn’t only the touches that made your skin burn with desire… it was also… him

All of him

He was tall and beautiful, wide, broad and so handsome, he dwarfed you in size and that made you want him even more.

HIs hair was dark brown, his eyes a piercing gray, he was so adult but he still held reminisces of his childhood, his jaw hairless and his eyes still held a playful twinkle. 

He would talk to you about his home, about the things he had read, about the houses that followed house Stark.

You would speak to him about the things you had read, and the places you would like to see. 

You were both young, and hungry for the world, and for the correct leadership of your people.

He would also tell you about legends and horror stories about the far north, about monsters beyond the wall, and how he would take you to gaze upon the neverending winter above the tallest and most magical wall the world had ever seen. 

It would make your skin prickle when he hugged you at your back, and whisper in your ear provoking goosebumps in your arms and the little hairs in the back of your neck prickle.

Cregan Stark made your skin tingle, made you this warmth in the lowest part of your belly

And you made him so insane for you as well.

You were two teenagers in love, and in lust.

Soon you felt the need to get away from prying eyes, and you both went as far as sneaking out of the safety of the Red Keep and into the dark streets of King’s landing during the fire festival, over the last days of Rhaenyra’s and Laenor’s wedding celebrations

YOu hid your silver hair under a hood, and Cregan didn’t have the need too, and you walked hand in hand enjoying the festivities.

Until you were busted.

“Princess”, you heard a gruff voice call for you, you turned around to meet Harwin Strong. you squeezed Cregan’s hand even tighter, this man had proclaimed you the Queen of Love and Duty the first day of jousting, and you couldn’t be more nervous to be around him

“Ser Harwin”, you gulped, he then looked at Cregan, and then back at you, and then back at him and nodded at the young wolf, like giving his approval of him protecting you. 

“Be careful out here”, he warned, his voice barely a whisper, and a twinkle of sadness in his eyes, and then he turned around and let you be.

Cregan only smiled reassuringly, and pulled you over to continue watching and enjoying the celebrations. 

That night you came back to the castle, and you felt so ecstatic you didn’t care when you pulled Cregan towards the dark hallways leading to your bedroom.

“Wait”, he called, and you looked at him, “We can’t, we are not married”

“Please”

“I can’t”, he said, “I can’t go into your rooms”, his voice sounded so choked that you knew his resolve was weakening. You pulled him towards you and he embraced you in his arms while your mouths collided, hungry for each other.

Your kisses and touches started to feel so heated, so needy, and you touched over your clothes everything you could over the other. 

“Princess!”. oh shit, busted again.

You could only hear what they were screaming about in the next room

“We should marry them now, only the gods now how long until the princess’ belly starts to swell

“How dare you Strong? my son was raised properly, he wouldn’t dare take the maidenhead of the princess!”, that was Rickon Stark

“They were caught doing everything but…”, he mocked, but everything stopped when they heard the King go inside the room

“Your grace”

“What happened?”

“The princess and young Cregan were caught in the Red Keep hallways…. copulating”, explained ser Lyonel Strong

“They were not copulating! They were kissing!”, said Ser Harrold Westerling, the snitch that caught you, intervened

“kissing?”, said Viserys, feeling a headache similar to the one he felt when he had been told by Otto that Rhaenyra had been spotted in a pleasure house when she herself was only sixteen, with her uncle, at least his daughter was betrothed to the young man in question. 

“Leave us, Lord Stark and I will speak to them, nothing spoken here leaves this room”, he said firmly, and the rest of the council left.

they made you go inside, and you and Cregan seated right by each other's side, and across from his father RIckon, and your own father Viserys

“Ah young love”, Viserys said looking at them both, “we know what that is like, don’t we Rickon”

“We do your grace”, he said with a content smile

“So powerful, it could burn you whole, and at least, that is what it feels like, a need for the other person so strong…”, you searched for Cregan’s fingers under the table and you intertwined them 

“They say my mother’s screams of pleasure could be heard all over the Keep the night of her wedding”, Viserys said with a creepy smile on his face, “she was only fifteen when she married my father, and they were the most happy couple the court has ever seen, so hungry for each other, all the time, they would talk about it plainly, of how happy they made one another, specially in the bedroom…”, you looked at Cregan with cheeks heated with embarrassment. “BUT THEY WERE MARRIED!”, he finished, slapping his hand on the table, making you both jump. “they were already married!”, he clarified. 

Even though you wanted to feel bad because of your poor behavior, you couldn’t once you noticed the amusement in Viserys' voice. He was amused, by you, and by your betrothed, and by your behavior. Rickon was too, but he would soon die rather than admit it.

“You are laying yourself over to dark accusations, the court is whispering about you two sneaking off in the night…”

“But father…”, you whispered

“It has to end”, he said firmly, “at least until you are married, and you won’t be until you are eighteen years old”

“But if grandmother married when they were fifteen, then we could…”

“Eighteen”, Rickon said, “the day after tomorrow we will leave for the North and wait until the princess comes of age”, he said firmly, and you felt your chest tightening.

The conversation was over and Rickon took Cregan front he room, to chide him in his own way

Your father leaned in and whispered only for you to hear

“Are you going to need moon tea?”, and then he looked into your eyes, and you shook your head.

“No father, we… I won’t need it”, you whispered looking at the table in front of you

“Good”, he leaned back and left the room, leaving you there alone and cold.

“I’ll send you ravens everyday”, he whispered against your lips, as you said your goodbyes outside the keep in the courtyard. They had the decency to look away as you embrace one another 

“you can’t send your touch or kisses by raven”, you whispered back, he smiled, and leaned in and kissed you deeply.

“I’ll miss you my summer princess”

“And I’ll miss you my Winter Lord”, you murmured

“Alright, enough you two”, said Rickon, pulling away his son from you

And you exchanged many letters that would make the maesters that intercepted them blush and look away. 

When you turned eighteen they sent you ahead on dragonback to the North to finally marry Cregan.

The King, the Queen, and everyone else went into a long Caravan that would take two long months in getting there. 

Mushroom and the maester would write afterwards that by the time they arrived at Winterfell to celebrate your wedding, you would already be with child, because the babe was born only seven moons after your wedding ceremony.

It was a healthy boy that Cregan named Robb

And you give him six more children, five boys and one girl after that.

Even if the reader had a hard time adjusting to the North and the cold, she lived a happy life with Cregan.

Rickon passed the very same year they married, turning Cregan into a young Lord of Winterfell and warden of the north

Lords tried to challenge him, but they didn’t dare once they looked upon your huge dragon Vhaelar. 

You had a hard time adjusting to the North, Cregan being the only one you knew, but then Sara Snow came close to you, befriended you, and other girls from houses of the North followed. 

Mean tongues would say that the first times you tried to sleep, was with a fur cape on that Cregan had made for you, they also said he ripped it off of you and warmed you himself on those cold winter nights. 

He soon turned to be everything you could ever need, the North was hard and gruff, but you learned to live in it, and with its people, warming their hearts towards you, “the southerner princess”

When the dance came, you escorted the winter wolves with your dragon, and the northern army. You couldn’t stop the murder of your family, but you accompanied your husband in bringing justice to them, and guided young Aegon.

You came back to the North to live a long and happy life. Cregan survived you, at seventy years old.

Edit: you died peacefully in your sleep, Cregan followed a couple of months after, not being able to live without you ❤️

More notes: for more, Cregan x Tragaryen!reader you will have tow ait for "Winter sun", a whole ass fic I'm writing

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[searchingforplanes]

Lay, lady, lay

WC: 1.6k

Notes: Ancient fluffy-ish blurb from my google docs. Just a simple Sunday morning crumb.

TW: typos, curse words?, mention of pills?, me being repetitive and using song lyrics as endings and titles because I don't own one single ounce of creativity nor talent

‘Matty, can you grab my meds for me, please?’

You scrunch your nose at the sound of your groggy morning voice, cursing the pollen that’s been filling the newly warm spring air and, consequently, blocking your sinuses and keeping you awake all night. 

Fucking allergies. 

Your boyfriend just hums in response on the other side of the bed, eyes glued to his phone while he numbly scrolls away, barely registering that you’re talking to him. You turn your head to take a better look at him: sleepy eyes, messy ringlets, pouty lips, long sideburns and, dulcis in fundo, his slightly hairy chest peeking out from the duvet. 

If your relationship was happening in a fairytale, despite gender stereotypes, right now you would be the evil ogre and him the princess in distress kept captive in your tower, guarded by dragons and whatnot. You don’t even need a mirror to confirm your theory, sleeping beauty by your side looking like a proper snack at eight in the morning while you feel like a truck just ran you over. Prince charming, in this case, must be the sun: the same soft rays that are burning your retinas seem to only caress him in a shower of light, gently tracing the slope of his nose and making his glossy curls glimmer.

You grunt, turning to lay on your tummy and firmly planting your face on your pillow, praying for it to swallow you and keep you there, in the valley of soft feathers and comforters or wherever pillows come from.

The fact that you're thinking about fantasy worlds for the second time in a row since you’ve woken up it’s a clear indicator of how bad of a few hours of sleep you got and how you have a whole lot of creative dreaming to catch up on. You need meds.

Matty’s weak attention span has already faded when you try to gently nudge his leg with your feet, startling him. He turns to finally look at you, putting his phone on the nightstand.

‘Are you trying to suffocate yourself?’ The smirk he’s so obviously sporting makes you want to slap him right across the face. You raise your head just slightly to try and set him on fire with your glance, but the result is poor: Matty full on laugh at the sight of your tired eyes, failing at your attempt to appear threatening. You let your head fall back on the pillow in defeat, mumbling about how bad of a boyfriend he is. 

‘Aw baby, don’t be mad at me, it’s not my fault you’re just adorable with that red nose of yours. Did you escape from Santa Claus’ barn? ’

That was the ultimate dick move. Realising you’re not in the mood for jokes he tries to apologise, scooting towards your side of the bed to envelope you, but you keep your distance, sliding blindly to the edge of the mattress, as far away from him as possible. 

Until you feel nothing underneath you. 

You land on the floor with a thud almost as loud as to grant you a knock on the door from your angry neighbours, but the sound of your failure is soon replaced by the grunts of your boyfriend who’s apparently trying really hard to stop himself from laughing at you. 

Dickhead.

While you wait for him to come and rescue you, because of course he has to laugh in your face just for a moment longer, you start plotting your revenge. Maybe you should just grab one of his ankles and sweep him off his feet, but then again, who’s gonna pick you up with his dead weight upon you? The plan is unviable.

He crouches beside your limp body before you can even attempt to find a plan B, looking down at you with a faint smile until he decides that the time for pity has finally come. He circles your torso with his arms, raising you from the ground until you’re flush against him and your hands are gripping his neck. He then pats the sides of your thighs, inviting you to place them on his hips and you oblige, defeated, the pain in your back overpowering the need to ignore him. For now, at least. 

Comfortable in his arms, you decide to nuzzle against his neck, ignoring the destination of this little walk until the cold marble of the kitchen counter bites the naked skin of your legs. He has strategically placed you between the kettle and the fridge, you notice, the perfect spot to smooch you in between the steps of preparing breakfast. He does this often, especially when in trouble and desperate for your forgiveness. The bastard knows how to make you soft.

You accept the first sweet kiss to your nose with a grunt, involuntarily starting to warm up to him. He then starts the little routine of his, walking between the two appliances an unnecessary amount of times, purposefully avoiding multitasking to kiss you over and over.

He fills up the kettle, smooch. He takes the butter out of the fridge, smooch. He reaches for two mugs in the cupboard above the steaming appliance, smooch. He goes back to retrieve the milk, smooch.

And then his absolute favourite: toast. He grins like a kid walking back to you with the slices of bread in his hands and you roll his eyes, but you let him have his moment.

‘May I?’

You barely nod, his arms reaching behind your back to place the slices inside the toaster, which is conveniently located behind your back. His torso leans over you in the action, one hand, now empty, coming to your waist while the other turns the lever to the highest setting, just to make sure he has time to get his way with you before having to return to chef duty. 

He smirks before crushing his lips on yours, forceful and bold, his other hand coming around and gripping the thin material of your shirt over your ribcage. He tries to deepen the kiss, his tongue coming out to graze at your lower lip but you physically have to push him off you. Before Matty can even ask what’s wrong you break into a fit of coughs, and it’s like a lightbulb switches on over his head. He places his hands on the counter on either side of your legs and looks at you sweetly. 

‘You out of breath already? Did the allergies get to you?’ 

You mumble in affirmation, your throat too sore to try and speak and curse him out for his lack of attention before. The toaster goes off, triggering Matty to finish his little routine, buttering the toast and tossing the teabags before placing the meal on the kitchen island. 

‘Go eat, I’ll take your pills’ 

You oblige, watching your boyfriend’s boxer-cladded rear make his way to the master bedroom. You munch on breakfast while listening to the screeching sound of the bathroom drawers being opened and almost certainly getting messed up with Matty’s frantic research. 

He returns a couple minutes later with a triumphant look on his face, swinging the blister pack in the air like a trophy. 

‘Open up’

You stick your tongue out and he places the medicine on your tongue, letting it dissolve until the bitter taste fills up your mouth. You take the glass of water Matty slides over to you, raising the corners of your lips in an appreciative smile. He smiles right back and as best as he can, considering he’s stuffed his mouth like a squirrel to catch up with you on his toast. 

‘Can we go back to bed after this? I don’t think I can manage my eyelids being open for much more’  

He grins at this, swallowing hard and reaching for his tea to down it as fast as possible, the prospect of spending the cosy sunday morning under the duvet with you much more appealing than any other plan. So much so that he almost burns his tongue with the hot liquid, eager to answer you. 

‘I’m all yours, darling’

And he is. A perfect Adonis draped on the pillows, still half naked, with burning hot skin that smells like sandalwood, all yours, trapped under the weight of your head on his bare chest. Your ear is pressed against his ribcage, listening to the rhythm of his heart, a deep, constant beat that sounds like it was pulled out from one of his songs. 

‘I’m sorry for earlier, I was kind of a douche’ Matty whispers mere centimetres from your ear.

‘You were, but you can make up for it’ 

He wiggles a bit under the covers, impatient to hear your request.

‘Stay still and sing me to sleep, will you?’ You stifle a yawn right after and you flutter your eyelids close. Finally, your breathing evens out.

‘Sure thing, princess. Any requests?’’ 

‘Blue sunday’ You answer. It’s an unintelligible mumble, but he knows you too well to not expect it. 

So he begins to card his fingers in your hair, alternating scratching at your scalp with tracings of your neck. His voice breaks the silence in the sweetest melody: 

I found my own true love was 

On a blue Sunday

She looked at me and told me

I was the only 

One in the world

Now I have found my girl

My girl awaits for me in tender time

My girl is mine

She is the world

She is my girl

His arms tighten around you as the lyrics reach the end. Content floods your body, you can finally sleep peacefully.

[tokuteasings]

Kisses - Hiden Aruto, Kamiyama Touma, Igarashi Ikki, Ukiyo Ace

REIWA RIDERS ARE SO FUCKINGI GOOD MAN, OKAY??? IM NOT SORRY Warnings; I love....them?????? PLS????

This is also dedicated to RingoBingo21 on ao3 who also inspired me to write. 

Hiden Aruto

Literally, kissing Aruto is like you’re kissing sunshine incarnate. His smile is like you got hit by a truck made out of pure adrenaline caked up in pure happiness and love and his kisses are always full of excitement and pep in his step.

He always does this thing when he just grabs the sides of your face with his hands and pulls you into his orbit with a gentle sort of brush against your skin and kisses you like you’re his entire world - because you fucking are and it’s so fucking cute okay? After you two part, he has this oh so cute smile to his face and his cheeks are flushed and his lips are kiss-swollen and his eyes are blown and he has this shy yet puppy-like look and it’s so cute and he will probably ask, “Do you wanna…kiss again?”

Loves it when you kiss him as a reward for his lil jokes!!! It’s like candy on top of candy!!!!! It’s literally his favorite thing so he starts making more jokes around you just to earn more kisses.

Laughs into his kisses, smiles into his kisses!!!! Oh so fucking cute!!! Loves it when you peck his face too and Aruto also loves giving you lil pecks here and there as well!!!! His faves are cheek and nose kisses.

Cannot function without a kiss in the first thing in the morning. Will show up to work all pouty and upset if you don’t give him a kiss that morning. Izu has developed a sort of “sensor” to send you messages if Aruto-sachou is being all pouty because of his lack of kisses.

Kamiyama Touma

He smells like books and a sense of home that you can return to after a long hard day at work, vanilla dancing at the edge of his senses and his kisses are just like that. A sense of home that is meant to relax you, ease you into a lull and it’s the same for him. It’s a loosening of shoulders when you two kiss and Touma just melts into a sort of putty in your arms.

He’s always left breathless and flushing after kissing you and it’s this sweet and gentle goofy smile that graces his lips after you two finish. Like a happily ever after in a book, you are his happily ever after.

Touma uses kisses as rewards more often than not. Finish a page of his manuscript? He gets a sweet peck on his cheek. Two pages? A peck on his other cheek. Three pages? A kiss on the lips.

Very publicly affectionate, holding hands and whatnot. Kisses in public are always so sweet too! Anyway you should totes randomly kiss him in public just to make him blush because it’s cute, especially when he tries to use his hat to hide his face.

Kisses to his fingertips always turn him into a blushing mess. It’s due to him always using his hands for something or other and sometimes there’s lil paper cut scars here and there, so kiss those and you’ll hear him stutter and flubber. It’s so fucking cute. Please believe me.

Igarashi Ikki

The first kiss with Ikki doesn’t come until you two are dating and even after the first date. He has to be goaded on by Vice to kiss you and even then…well…his kisses are warm. It’s like the bathhouse his family owns. It surrounds you and encases you in a sweet honey mead that drowns you in a blanket of love and warmth.

Ikki is the kind of person who always asks before kissing you. It’s not that he’s shy, he just wants to establish a set of boundaries between you two - healthy and happy. He doesn’t wanna overstep his bounds even though he wants to, to take you up into his arms and kiss you breathless. He does sweep you into his embrace to kiss every now and then but those are the moments when he is the happiest. Like scoring a goal in a game!

Like Touma, kisses between you are a reward system. Finishing up chores? A kiss to the nose. Finished cleaning the bathhouse together? Pecks on the forehead. Scoring a goal in soccer? A full on kiss to the lips!

Also gets rather pouty when you don’t give him kisses in the morning. But unlike Aruto, is not too too pouty. He adores those lazy kisses in the morning and may try to stay in bed a liiiittle longer with you just to earn some free kisses from you!

Truth be told, another kiss he adores are shoulder kisses and neck kisses. It’s not just for the sexy times but more so because it tickles and it makes him feel safe and warm with you. Plus, those are the easiest kisses to do as you two are relaxing in the baths at the Igarashi bathhouse.

Ukiyo Ace

Kissing him is a thrill, a danger, a risk you need to be willing to make. Ace tastes like a mystery. You can never tell what’s going on inside his head, even as participants of the DGP or as a civilian lover. Ace is someone who keeps you on your toes with kisses, passionate but hidden under layers and layers of sneaky little sly bastard-ness.

On that notion of keeping you on your toes…you can never tell if Ace wants to kiss you or not…or even where! Maybe he may give you a “hint” if you’re lucky. He may glance at your lips and you lean towards him for a kiss but nope! His lips are suddenly on your forehead, so far away from your lips! He would laugh at your pout and “apologize” by giving you a “real kiss” but nope! It’s another misdirected trickery! He will give you a kiss though, don’t worry.

Isn’t shy to public affection and makeouts, even in front of other people. Sure Azuma would roll his eyes, Keiwa and Neon would blush and turn away, but like Ace loooves kissing you! He sees you as a good luck charm and it’s a sort of game between you. Whoever wins the next round of the DGP or chores, etc, gets a kiss!

Even then, Ace doesn’t know when he’s going to lose you - to the DGP or via world resets and really…he kisses you like it’s his last. He teases you, yes, but he cherishes you. So when there are times to relax and kiss each other without the hub-bub of the world around you it’s…a moment of calm and quiet peace. Ace and let down his little walls and wrap you in his arms and kiss you until you are breathless, nuzzle his face into you neck and inhale your scent and realize that you’re there in front of him and won’t leave.

Also adores neck and shoulder kisses but hand kisses to just tease you in public. He loves smoothly turning a simple situation into a kiss like one moment you’re holding hands and the next he brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles!!!!

[gemini-sensei]

I had an idea. @sensei-venus

Imagine if best friends Reader and Tory were hanging out on the beach, just having a good time, laughing at their own lame jokes. They stand around in the water and splash each other because they can. It's just a chill day.

But as things wind down and the sun starts to set, people leave. They don't wanna go yet because they know once they leave, their carefree day is over and it's back to responsibilities and whatnot. So they sit on their towels and eat snacks as people walk by, leaving the ocean behind.

When things clear up, Reader jumps up and shouts, "Race you to the water!"

She runs off before Tory is even on her feet, and never backing away from a challenge, her friend follows. They're laughing and having a good time. Reader runs into the ocean and kicks and shouts her declaration of winning. She dances and laughs in Tory's face, who throws water at her for it. They get into another water fight, unaware of the eyes watching them from a little further out.

That is until Tory spots two guys over by rocks under the boardwalk nearby. She's kind of curious about them, never seeing them there before or ever for that matter. Maybe they were from out of town, tourists or something. It wasn't unheard of since the beach makes their home a place to be. However, it's their undivided attention that makes her question what they're doing here.

"Hey, check out those guys," she says, making Reader turn to look. Tory frowns as the pair perk up at their attention. "Why are they watching us like that?"

"I have a better question," Reader says and points in their direction. "Why are they on those rocks. Don't they know it's dangerous?"

"Indont know, and quite frankly, I don't care," Tory says, rather protective of her best friend. She grabs Reader's hand and starts walking back to the beach. "Let's get out of here."

"But what if they get hurt? The tide is rising, what if they don't know how dangerous it is? What if they need help? The beach is almost empty," Reader says, and she's right. There's almost no one else around. If something were to happen, there'd be no one to call for help. "We should at least go make sure they're gonna leave soon."

Tory stops and turns to her, a stern look on her face. But she breaks easily at Reader's chubby faced puppy dog eyes. She's never been able to say no to that pouty lip. "Ugh! Fine, but stay close to me when we walk over there."

So they pack up their things and walk over in their sun hats. They guys are still chilling and as they get closer, the girls realize they can't see the guys from the waist down. They're half in the water and part way on the rocks, but seem stable even as the waters rush by and crush into the rocks.

"Hey losers! I don't know if you realize this, but being near those rocks is gonna really mess you up!" Tory shouts at them.

The boys look at each other and laugh, which get the quick tempered Tory to huff.

"Get lost in the ocean for all I care! I wasn't even the one worried about your lousey out of town asses!" she yells and flips them the finger. Reader is quick to pull her arm down and throw and apologetic look at the boys.she smiles. "She didn't mean that! She just means that it's gonna get pretty rough once the sun goes down! There use to be signs all over here about how dangerous it is, but I guess they got swept away!"

One boy turns to the other and laughs. "Oh man! Wait, I think I have one of those things!"

"Dude, shut up," the other boy tells him. "They don't care."

The girls are confused. The guys are a little strange and Tory is ready to get out of there, but Reader is too nice sometimes...

"What's your names?" she calls out to them. She doesn't like to raise her voice much, but with the crashing of waves so close, it's a must.

They smile back and the louder of the two shouts back. "I'm Hawk and this is Robby!"

Just as Reader is about to respond, Tory grabs her arm. She seethes, "What are you doing? We don't know them."

"Uh, yeah, I know, that's why I asked for their names," Reader tells her in a 'duh' sort of tone. She giggles before turning back to the guys. "I'm Reader and this is my friend Tory!"

"Pretty names for pretty gurls!" Robby calls out to them.

Tory throws him a glare before turning to Reader. "Look, they obviously wanna die on the rocks. Let's just get out of here."

She turns to walk away, but Reader grabs her arm to stop her. "Don't say that," she whines before turning to the guys again. "What are you guys doing over there!"

Hawk grins. "Oh nothing! Just hanging out!"

"Being creeps," Tory grumbles under her breath. She crosses her arms over her chest as she stands there, waiting for Reader to finish up there. However, she was ill prepared for what her friends said next.

"Well why don't you join us? We're going to the pizza parlor down the road," she told them with a smile. She caught the weird look Hawk and Robby gave each other, but neither said anything to the other. She laughed it off. "What, you don't like pizza?"

Robby spoke as Hawk opened his mouth, seemingly not wanting him to say something. "We can't, we've already... got plans."

The words come out a little stilted and weird. Tory doesn't like it and makes sure they know that by glaring them down.

---I'm stopping this here because I don't know where it was going, but I liked the idea so I don't want to straight up delete it. So here, have this unfinished nonsense that I have zero motivation to rework or finish rn---

[stylesloveclub]

Ok so imagine pleasingrry watches the World Cup and he has puppy on his lap for good luck but she doesn’t really care and is just playing with his hands and giving him little kisses but Harry’s not paying as much attention as he usually would when she does these things and he’s like don’t pout puppy I promise I’ll take care of you later

SOOOOOO SWEET :( so sweet but alsokinda dismissive:) i think puppy would just want to be sitting on his lap and be close to him bc she's just clingy like that :) but he's soooo caught up in the game and whatnot and he's not giving her kisses or playing w her hair the way he usually does when she's on his lap :( so she's kinda :( and she's playing with his hands just bc his hands are pretty and she's bored but still like no reaction from him and eventually she's like :( harryyyyyy :( and he just like glances at her for a sec and sees her pouty lips and puppy eyes and pats her thigh like stop pouting puppy :) i'll give u ur treat once the game is over :)

[ginuki-mga2023mi5016]

Research part 4 - Toxic Beauty Standards

Toxic beauty standards have always existed as there have always been expectations on appearances to the public eye. However, standards change as time passes and different standards are set according to trends.

Media does not help with these standards, they make it worse as there is a lack of representation when it comes to visuals outside the norm.

In East Asia, especially many idols are meant to conform to these expectations and standards that have been set by the entertainment industry.

Anime too has a huge impact on these standards, as the youth is majority of the time impacted by the standards set in anime, based on the media they constantly watch. The more a standard or stereotype is shown to them the more they become accustomed to it being the norm which can cause issues such as body dysmorphia as there is a lack of reliability if anime is attempting to keep up with the toxic beauty standards already set.

One Piece has this issue as many of the women in the series have an extremely exaggerated hourglass figure, not only does it make the designs boring and repetitive but it also enforces the toxic beauty standards that are already placed

[lemon-boy-stan]

sex with nct 127

TAEYONG - 

Taeyong is very flexible, and not just because he's a dancer, but because he has a lot of duality. He can both sub and dom, and he candefinetley give you multiple orgasms. Taeyong hates sharing you. He doesn't like other guys touching you and he doesn't like other guys watching you. His favourite place to fuck you is in the privacy of his bedroom when no-one's around (not even a hotel room, because that's too risky). TY loves his pet names, and has different pet names for different moods. He's not that much of a fan of being called "daddy", but if you call him Yong or Yongie, he'll pretty much give you whatever you want. When he subs, call him "baby boy" for extra points because it makes him super whiny. He can get pouty and jealous sometimes, where you have to show him how much you love him, and other times he can get huffy and angry, where he has to fuck his feelings into you. Big switch vibes.

TAEIL -

Taeil likes making sure you feel good. He loves being as close to you as possible, and always makes sure that you’re the one who cums first. He hates sharing you, and it would never happen, because he believes that sex should only be between two people that love each other; it’s not a jealousy thing, it’s just one of his morals. He can be rough sometimes, but his movements are always filled with love, it’s kind of hard to explain. Aftercare is one of the most important things for him in the world. He has to make sure you’re okay; and he’s very safe, too. There’s definitely no accidents with Taeil. 

JOHNNY -

Johnny knows he’s powerful and knows he's good-looking. He’s a dom, and can often switch between hard and soft, but finds it amusing if you ever try to take control. Of course, he’d let you if you asked him (he probably wouldn’t like it), but if you tried it halfway between sex he’d just laugh so loudly it wouldn’t be funny. He loves how small you are beneath him, how helplessly out of control under his grasp. He’s always such a cocky fuck. You think he hasn’t caught you staring at his chest all the time? You thought wrong. He’ll definitely bring it up next time you’re in bed together. Think he doesn’t see you staring at him during his dance practice? He’ll announce it and take you right then and there. He may be open to sharing you, but only with someone he really trusts (and only if, after, he gets to remind you who you belong to). If he hears you moaning in your sleep, he’d be the type to wake you up with his tongue in your cunt. He also has a huge breeding kink. Johnny's a very fatherly like person, and all he's ever wanted is kids. Even if you're on birth control, he loves seeing his cum dripping out of you.

YUTA -

Yuta’s the kind of guy who you know is a freak the moment you look at him; with his chiseled jawlines, long hair and pulverizing dark eagle eyes. Loves being in control, but can also be a bit of a bratty sub, too. Adores knife play. Actually hates seeing you hurt in non-sexual scenarios, but is a fucking sadist in bed. Is obsessed with the way the tears stream down for cheeks and how you beg and beg for him. Loves when you dress all innocent for him, in pastel lingerie and whatnot. Yuta loves marking you as well. He doesn’t use metal knives because he’s scared he might actually injure you, but he does enjoy leaving lots and lots of red bruises on your skin. He’s the type to finger you under the table in front of all your friends, but do not even think of touching him under the table. If you even so much as go near there, his hand will fly down and his nails will leave a mark on your skin, lip curling as he turns to you, “what are you doing, sweetheart?” eyes blazing with fire. 

MARK - 

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Mark Lee is the sweetest boyfriend to ever exist. Honestly, though, I think a good sexual experience with Mark would probably happen while you're both drunk, while he has no idea what's happening and is fumbling to undo your clothes. He's the kind of incredible one-night-stand whose name you can't remember at all, but when you see him again it all starts coming back to you. He's very intimate with his s/o. He loves leaving sloppy kisses (whether drunk or sober), though he doesn't know his own strength. Yeah, while Johnny's the kind to break the bed during sex, Mark's the kind to break the bed by jumping on it, but he'd definetly blow out your back by accident. Even though he hates leaving marks like hickeys, for some reason in the morning he always gets confused when he sees bruises on your body. He doesn't really mind who's on top, so long as the night ends with both of you satisfied.

JAEHYUN -

I've said it once and I'll say it again. Jaehyun is sexy everywhere, and mean everywhere. He lives somewhere between the fine line of cruel and sweet, but it's the idea of getting caught that gets him going. If it's in the supply closet of an Inkigayo room fifteen minutes before the show starts, he's already shimmying off his pants. If it's in one of the member's rooms after they've majorly pissed him off, say no more. Jaehyun is often a very private person, but once he's riled up and horny, he doesn't care. Jaehyun sees sex as a way to relieve your stress and to destress, so you can bet for sure some of the best sex with him is when he's mad; especially with that monster cock of his. Often he tries his best to be gentle, but he forgets how strong he is.

DONGHYUCK -

Haechan looks like he's innocent, but he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve, some of which he learnt from his hyungs (like edging), and others that he learnt on his own, or is just a natural at them. Donghyuck is a big believer in teasing and, ever since he learnt about it, edging. He doesn't really care who's in control, he's a great dom and an amazing, whiny sub. He's so energetic all the time, so of course he'll have a lot of stamina. He loves giving and recieving both praise and degration. He's not as freaky as Yuta, but he does enjoy using a few toys.

DOYOUNG -

Doyoung is a shitty little tease. He adores foreplay, and pretty much anything that will make you drip for him. He may seem awkward and even possessive, but Doyoung actually really enjoys sharing you; whether physically or with another member watching. He's a big exhibitionist, so he loves showing his members how many times he can make you cum. Speaking of, if he even sees a vibrator in your room, he's probably the type of guy to have a contest with it, seeing how many more times he can make you orgasm than the "fake plastic dildo" can (I have no idea what a fake dildo is, ask Doyoung).

JUNGWOO -

Jungwoo sometimes looks innocent or even unexperienced or maybe not even into sex at all, but in reality, he's almost as freaky as Yuta. He loves making you cum, loves hearing you scream his name and absolutely adores taking you from the back. Honestly, he'd probably put a vibrator in you the whole day just to see if you'd break. He's not the jealous type, but when he does get jealous, he gets toxic, and he certainly doesn't like sharing you, but he's quite proud when he's telling stories of the two of you to his hyungs; enjoys when he knows they can hear you, and probably is another one who'd break the bed by accident (though he'll definetley be cocky about it and make it look like he did it on purpose).

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[rainydayotomes]

how would the bustafellows boys express jealousy? 👀 feel free to set up any scenario!

Ho-ho-holy shit, an actual request for something other then the main 3 games?! Damn... *cracks knuckles* Let's get some writing down for our favourite ragtag heroes, hmm? ;D

Limbo

An acquaintance walks up to you with a beautiful bouquet as you're waiting to meet up with Limbo

The man says he's always admired you and you look absolutely stunning today! And he asks if he can take you on a date

Thats when Limbo finally shows up, with an "oi"

You can tell he's.... annoyed

Limbo straight up walks up to the guy and tells him he has no class, hitting in you randomly like this

And the guy should at least wait until you're not with the world's best, most handsome-est lawyer before asking you out

Needless to say, the guy runs off kinda spooked

Limbo's gonna treat you to something special! Maybe a meal or something

He's actually not one to really let jealousy get to him....

Mozu

As it turns out, the guys wanted to prank poor Mozu and see how much it would take to provoke him

Thus begins an intense flirting session

It's mostly Helvetica and Limbo who are the ones to take action- but Crow gets caught up in all the hype and some odd lines fall from his lips... Shu mostly watches, buuuut he may throw in a quip or two if he sees Mozu started to get riled up

Mozu mostly sits in silence, listening to everyone flirt with you

If one of them tries to get him to react by mentioning him, Mozu just calmly agrees with whatever statement they made- agreeing to such things as how gorgeous you are and whatnot

Mozu doesn't seem to react at all.... but he slips a few times, clenching a fist or anxiously shifting about

He knows they're just trying to provoke him, but he can't help himself get tied up by all of it as he sees you furiously blushing and seeing how close they are to you

He ends up leaving the room... saying he sees no point in staying

Later on, he'll ask you to come to his room.... and he just wants to hold you. To keep you with him for the night. He wants to make sure you're still there with him...

Shu

Shu calmly approaches the group of big, burly men who are crowding around you

They were intimidating- and also implying they wanted to have a foursome with you....

Shu seems quite calm at first.... until he punches one of the guys out

The other guys quickly turn on Shu, but if they do try to fight him- it doesn't last long! Not only do they get destroyed, but also Shu is just... radiating a terrifying aura right now

It seems like they really pissed him off....

After they scamper off, Shu lets out a sigh before turning to you and dragging you off somewhere the two of you can be alone

He then makes sure to check you over- did they hurt you? Did they touch you? Where?

He's clearly still mad, but it's somewhat comforting how much he's fussing over you

He makes sure to give you a hug and a gentle kiss, that may or may not evolve into something a little more heated....

You may or may not end up with a bruise on your neck.... 👀

Helvetica

Helvetica is really not one to really get all that jealous!

Like at all

He enjoys watching men fawn over you, actually

He thinks its good for you to be told how beautiful you are by someone other then him sometimes

He really just wants to make sure you have no doubts about yourself

But if things get a bit too intense or carried away, he's not afraid to step in and smoothly pull you away with a kiss

If he does end up feeling jealous- which is extremely rare, he always takes action before it becomes anything big and he always makes a show of sweeping you away as if you were a princess and giving you a loving, deep kiss infront of everyone

Crow

You had been watching a movie with Crow, cuddled up next to him

And everything was going fine until you said one of the actors was hot

And this- ohhh... this statement did not sit well with Crow

"EHHH??"

Then he gets all pouty

It really is kinda cute

Suddenly he's not interested in the movie anymore, he hates the character the actor plays, and he's fidgeting a ton

After this, he's gonna start trying to do "cool things" to impress you

......none of those things work out

He just ends up doing something that looks dumb or silly, and it's absolutely adorable

He may even try some questionable methods to gain your attention- such as going shirtless around the house and pulling you into him in a semi-cuddle when he is (with a huge blush on his face, no doubt)

Really, he just wants your attention! He wants you to say that you love him and he's still the only one you want- that's all ❤