#ah sorry for being so inactive

[averageskyplayer]

I noticed while getting up theres a slight second where you do the hero fight pose

[jmstoesblog]

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Pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader

Summary: it’s just smut tbh

Warning: eating out from behind, spanking, doggystyle, dom!jk, unprotected sex, little bit of dirty talk, readers called a slut (during sex), breast play, chocking (pretending to), hair pulling, not proofread!!

Note: sorry for being inactive, I’ll try to post more. I actually have a lot of unfinished story in my drafts. I’ll try to finish them and post them soon.

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“It’s too much!” You cry out as your boyfriend eats you out from behind. You’re on all fours on the bed with your boyfriend making you see stars.

“Take it.” His voice gets muffled by your pussy but you still manage to make out what he said, “take it like a good girl.”

You clench around his tongue which is inside you and Jungkook grunts, his hands on your hips, squeezing them.

Jungkook slides his tongue out and sucks on your clit making you moan out at the feeling. You buck your hips but Jungkook stops you by keeping you in place by the grip on your hips, “ah ah,” he says, detaching his mouth from your aching core, “You take what I give you.” He grins.

You look back at him, “Kookie please!” You whine like a little toddler, Jungkook chuckles at your state, “that’s not going to work, baby. Now be a good girl and take what I give you or I’ll edge you.” His stare turns sharp, so does his voice. The amusement in his eyes and voice long gone.

You huff and turn your head around. You wince when you feel a spank delivered to your ass, “Did you understand?” He sternly asks you, deciding to not act like a brat and do what he tells you to, you nod. Another spank is delivered to your ass, this time harder than the last one, “words.”

“Yes, I understand.” You just need to feel his mouth on your pussy again, or yet better his cock.

“Good.” Jungkook rubs the spot where he spanked you, trying to soothe the pain. He parts your fold and gives you a little kiss on your heat as an apology.

You bite your lip to surpass the moan threatening to spill out. You try to ignore the burning sensation on your ass and focus on the pleasure.

Jungkook has his hands placed on your hips, his shirt laying somewhere on the floor, his pants pushed down to his knees, the bulge evident through his white Calvin Klein boxers. He keeps sucking on your clit, an endless string of moans and whimpers leave your mouth.

Jungkook pushes your pussy harder against his face by using his hands that are placed on your hips. When he feels like you’re nearing your edge he stops.

“What….” You turn your head to look at him. Your juices on his chin and lips, “I was so close!” You whine and watch him lick his chin and the area around his mouth, tasting you.

“I can give you something better.” He shrugs.

In the next minute his pants and underwear are also on the floor, he aligns his cock with your entrance, pushing the tip in is enough for your thighs to quiver, “look at you,” he mocks you, “my cock isn’t even inside you and you’re already shaking like that.” He quietly laughs at that.

Without any warning he pushes his cock all the way in. Jungkook groans in satisfaction and you moan.

All that is heard, is skin clapping, moans and squelching noises your pussy is making.

“You take me so well.” Jungkook grunts, “you feel so good, so tight.” You whimper at his praise.

His cock sliding in and out of you at a rapid speed, his thighs meeting your ass at every thrust, “s- so good, kookie!” You gasp out.

His one hand is playing with your pussy while the other one is pushing your head into the pillow.

“Yeah? You like getting fucked hard?” He rasps out, “y-yes!” You cry out, “fuckin’ me so good, gguk!”

“You filthy slut.” He slaps your cunt and more tears roll down your cheeks due to pleasure. The bed is making weird noises, it might break.

Jungkook grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, your back pressing against his front. The thrusts don’t stop.

His hand travels to your waist, holding it tightly to keep you in place. His other hand is playing with your breasts, flicking the nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

When you clench around his cock, he’s sure you’re close to coming. His hand that was previously playing with your breasts, is holding your neck now, choking you.

He isn’t actually chocking you, just squeezing your neck every time you clench around him, “fuck I’m close, baby. Wanna come together?” You only manage to nod.

“Gonna make you so full, full with my cum, full with my babies.” He mumbles shakily, spurting his seeds into you. You moan his name when cumming.

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do not copy or translate!

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[zarameraki]

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: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 minors do not interact 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 he's obsessed to the max 𖥔 ceo x assistant 𖥔 grumpy x sunshine 𖥔 she talks a lot x he listens a lot 𖥔 loved you for so long 𖥔 major fluff 𖥔 sexual content 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 nanami's first time 𖥔 you talk him through it 𖥔 close proximity 𖥔

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: ̗̀➛ notes: hey all! sorry for the inactivity. im got reality to handle as well. i promise ill be more active soon. the creativity juices are running on low fuel atm. thanks for all the love and support you have have given me. if you enjoy my work, please leave a comment, like, and reblog! thank you & ily. enjoy!

Nanami couldn’t focus on the meeting.

He never could when you were in attendance, sitting off to the side, diligently jotting notes. His eyes flicked back and forth from the powerpoint presentation to the strand of hair bothering you despite tucking it behind your ear thirty-seven times.

Yes, he was keeping count. 

His dick constrained against his pants when you bit the end of your pen between your teeth, getting a bit of your red lipstick smeared around the tool. He wished he was that pen, with the mark of your lips on his skin instead. He even wished he was your tea mug sometimes. 

Jesus, something was terribly wrong with him. You were wrong for him. He was your boss; you were his assistant. Your relationship was strictly professional—has been for three years now. Three torturous years of admiring you from the sidelines. Three torturous years of hearing you yap about going on dates with random men off the internet. Three torturous years of chafing his dick in the bathroom every morning, noon, and night to the thought of you. 

Your scent, your breaths, your skin, your hair, your eyes, your mouth—God, he loved your mouth—especially when it moved and produced the loveliest sound he’s ever heard. He wanted nothing more than to print you onto his skin for the rest of his life. 

Nanami scowled at the silver-haired intern who kept side-eyeing your cleavage. If only it weren’t for that bastard. Firing him crossed his mind every time he popped up like a weasel, but Nanami needed a solid reason. 

“—that’s alright with you, Mr. Nanami?” 

Nanami’s attention snapped back to the presenter. What was he speaking about? Budget? Strategies for the future? Increases in revenue? Whatever it was, Nanami had one answer. “Yes.” 

“Lovely, we’ll go ahead with the renovations for our research and development department. They’ll be happy to know their resources are being updated!” 

Ah. Well, either way, he could care less. Whatever made his employees happy, he wasn’t afraid to spend a pretty penny. That’s why Nanami Kento was universally loved by everyone. Even his enemies—if he had any to begin with—would be his allies. He didn’t often put himself on the pedestal, but he does admit every now and then, he was a jack of all trades. 

“That was a satisfying meeting, wasn’t it?” you chirped as you both entered the elevator. Nanami caught sight of the silver-serpent catching up and jabbed the button to close the doors. 

Unfortunately, the intern pushed his hand in between and laughed in an annoying sound he called a voice, sending a twitch in Nanami’s eyes. 

“Oh, Satoru!” you greeted, standing closer to his side. 

“Boss,” Satoru said to Nanami, then turned to you, whispering, “Beautiful,” loud enough for him to hear. 

You snorted, waving a hand. “Oh, stop it. I hope the meeting wasn’t too much for you. Lots of changes we’ve made for the fiscal year, huh?” 

Nanami stared bored at the closed doors with the two behind him. 

“You made it easier,” Satoru replied. 

“Were you copying my notes?” 

“Come on, sweetheart. This is corporate. Not college. A little cheating hurts nobody.” 

Nanami heard your uncomfortable chuckle and clenched his fists tight. The word ‘cheating’ was a trigger for you. Your last relationship ended with your boyfriend of three months sleeping with your friend simply because she had more money and didn’t work for someone. Nanami was sure you’d quit and almost placed an offer to give you a proper role in the company, but you brushed it all off by stating how much you cherished being his assistant. He’d fallen madly, madly in love with you. He knew when he’d make you his wife, you’d be the boss. 

“That’s my floor,” Satoru announced. “Let’s do dinner soon, yeah?” 

You simply nodded. 

“Always a pleasure meeting the man of the hour,” the silver-ass said to Nanami before exiting. 

You stepped up to your boss’ side, sighing. “He just doesn’t know when to give up. It’s almost adorable.” 

“I believe ‘agitating’ is the word you’re looking for.” 

You laughed it off. Nanami didn’t think he was particularly a funny guy until he met you. “Satoru’s harmless.”  

“Will you, though?” he asked, clearing his throat. “Go to dinner with him?” 

You glanced up at Nanami, and smiled. He stared straight ahead with a tight tick in his jaw. Your smile broadened. “I’d love to,” you replied, finding his body tense, “but not with him.” 

Nanami slowly dragged his eyes down to you. Your blinks were slow, weighed down by the thickness of your long lashes. His eyes dipped to your lips, then back to your gaze. “Well, I hope you do with someone. Dinner is an important meal of the day.” 

He was an idiot. 

“That’s surprising coming from you, Mr. Nanami.” 

“How so?” 

You shrugged lightly, eyes twinkling. “I’ve never seen you eat dinner, let alone leave the office around that time.”

Nanami adjusted his tie, feeling a bit self-conscious. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to take the plunge. “Well, maybe we should change that.”

Your eyebrow arched slightly, curiosity piqued. “Change what?”

“Since you’re staying late to catch up on work,” he said, his voice steadying, “how about we have dinner here together?”

You paused, surprise flashing across your face before you smiled warmly. “That sounds nice. I could use a break, and it’s been a long day.”

Relief washed over him, and he allowed himself to smile back. “Great. I’ll order something for us. Any preferences?”

You shook your head, still smiling. “I’m fine with anything, Mr. Nanami.”

“Please, call me Kento,” he said softly.

“All right, Kento,” you replied, your tone gentle. “Thank you.”

As he walked out of the elevator, he felt a sense of accomplishment and, perhaps, excitement—an emotion he’d felt strictly in your presence. It wasn’t a grand romantic gesture, but it was a step in the right direction. Tonight, you were his, even if only for a little while. And maybe, just maybe, he'd find the courage to tell you how he really felt.

As the morning passed, he buried himself in his work, but his mind constantly wandered. Every so often, he'd steal a glance in your direction, watching you as you diligently typed away on your computer or answered phone calls. There was something about the way you moved, the way you smiled even when you were focused, that captivated him completely.

Around mid-morning, Nanami's concentration was broken when a male worker from another department walked over to your desk. He was carrying a file, but instead of simply dropping it off, he started chatting with you. The man was smiling, clearly enjoying the conversation. Nanami's grip on his pen tightened as he watched the interaction unfold.

The male worker leaned casually against your desk, making you laugh at something he said. Nanami's heart pounded in his chest. He hated how easy it was for others to make you smile like that. He felt a pang of jealousy, a possessive urge to step in and assert that you were his . . . though you didn't know it yet.

As the conversation continued, you glanced up and caught Nanami staring. Your eyes met, and you smiled softly at him. He quickly looked away, feeling a rush of embarrassment and anger at himself for being so obvious. His face felt hot, and he cursed under his breath, trying to refocus on his work.

The rest of the day passed in a similar fashion. Nanami found it hard to concentrate, his mind continually drifting back to you. He tried to remind himself that he needed to be professional, but it was a losing battle. Every time he heard your laugh or saw your smile, his heart ached with a mixture of longing and possessiveness.

The evening had grown quiet, with the soft hum of office equipment and the distant sounds of the city outside. When the delivery boy finally arrived, Nanami stood up and walked over to meet him.

“Oh, I’ve got it!” you said, standing from your seat and taking out your credit card.

Nanami tapped his card without a second thought; he’d always be willing to pay for anything when it came to you.

“Sir, this was going to be my treat.”

“Next time,” he replied. 

You smiled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Next time, it is.” 

He led the way to his office, opening the door for you. You set the food out on the table, and for a moment, there was an awkward silence as you both settled onto the sofa.

Nanami cleared his throat. “I hope you like what I ordered. I wasn’t sure what you preferred, so I got a bit of everything.”

You smiled warmly, appreciating his thoughtfulness. “This looks great. Thank you.”

You began eating, the silence stretching between you both. Nanami felt frustrated at himself. You’ve worked for him for three years and he still couldn’t harness the ability of speaking to you casually. He wanted to make conversation, to make this moment more comfortable, but the words seemed to stick in his throat. He glanced at you, watching as you took a bite and then met his gaze.

“This is really good,” you said, breaking the silence. “I didn’t realise how hungry I was.”

He smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’m glad you like it.”

You continued eating, the silence now less awkward and more companionable. Nanami stole glances at you, noting the way you enjoyed the food, the way your eyes sparkled even in the dim office light. 

When the last bites were eaten and the containers cleared away, you leaned back in your chair, looking content. “Thank you for this. It was really nice.”

He smiled softly, his heart full. “Anytime. I’m glad we could do this.”

“About damn time,” you muttered. 

Nanami blinked. 

You sucked in a sharp breath, realizing what slipped your mouth. “Mr. Nanami— I— I only meant that—” You surrendered with a sigh, running your fingers through your hair. “Damn it.” 

Licking his lips, Nanami shook his leg anxiously, wondering what exactly you’d meant. Were you wanting to have dinner with him for a while now? A platonic dinner? Or was it, and he could be entirely wrong, more? Were you perhaps . . . also rowing the same boat as him? 

“I should’ve extended an invitation a while ago,” Nanami whispered.

Your eyes locked with his.

“Three years ago, to be exact,” he continued, awaiting your reaction. “In an intimate sense. Or professional, if that’s what you’d prefer. I’m happy either way. Unless this has made you uncomfortable—”

“Kento.”

He stopped to catch his breath. “Yes?”

You reached out and rested your hand on his knee, your eyes moving from his body to his face. “Next time, like you mentioned, can I treat you to dinner at my place?” The caress of your thumb set him aflame—a tiny gesture, yet powerful. “Unless it makes you uncomfor—”

Nanami cupped the back of your head and pulled you into a feverish kiss. He moaned at the first touch, savoring the sweet taste of you, the smoothness of your lips, and the sweep of your tongue against his. He didn’t dare break the kiss, tugging you out of your chair and onto his firm lap. His mouth was everywhere—your jaw, your neck, your collarbones—as he deftly unbuttoned your blouse. He was a madman, lost in the moment.

“I’ll do it,” you chuckled as he fumbled with the clasp of your bra. “I didn’t peg you for an inexperienced man.”

“I’ve been saving myself for—”

“The right woman?” you snorted.

“For you,” he stated firmly, cupping your cheek. “The last three years have been agonising. Whenever you’re near, I can’t focus. Whenever you laugh, I can’t breathe. Whenever some other bastard tries to flirt with you, my sanity chips away until all I want to do is take you away. Mark you as mine.” His possessiveness sent a shiver down your spine, making your back arch. “That’s exactly what I’ll do tonight. Is that okay with you?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “More than.”

“You always know the right thing to say.” He smiled against your lips, slipping off your bra in the process. Through the kiss, you guided his hand to your breast. Just because he was inexperienced didn’t mean you were. Nanami should know by now that you had a little zest in you. “Like this, darling?”

You sighed as he pinched your nipples, his eyes marvelling at the sight of your breasts. “Yeah. You can put your mouth on them, too.”

His lips latched onto your left nipple swiftly. Your fingers buried themselves in the back of his hair as your hips ground against his erection while he nibbled and sucked on your breasts. He left them sore and bruised, kissing his way up to your collarbones, neck, and finally, your desperate lips.

Nanami picked you up with one arm, using the other to swipe whatever papers were on the table onto the floor.

“There are important contracts in there, Mr. Nanami,” you said as he laid you back onto the mahogany surface. “Don’t expect me to clean it up in the morning.”

“You’re the most important thing right now and always,” he replied, loosening his tie and tossing it over his shoulder. “And you will call me by my first name in private.”

You raised an eyebrow, relishing the sight of him slowly exposing his torso, button by button. “Yes, Kento.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, shrugging off his dress shirt and draping himself over you, his fingers gently closing around your neck as he kissed you deeply. “It must be exhausting walking in a tight skirt all day,” he whispered against your lips, finding the zipper of your pencil skirt and lowering it slowly. “If you want, I can change the dress code for my favourite assistant.”

“I’m your only assistant,” you said, letting him remove your skirt. “And I like my tight skirts, thank you very much.”

“I don’t like how the men stare at your back.”

“Sue me for having a perfect ass.”

He shrugged. “You have my lawyer’s contact number.”

A laugh bubbled out of you, which he immediately stole with another kiss. You locked your arms around his neck. “If wearing tight clothes gets me incentives like this, I’ll do it every day.”

He narrowed his brown eyes. “I can’t control your wardrobe choices.” His fingers trailed down your left breast, making your breath hitch as he grazed your sensitive nipples, then continued down to your stomach and under your panties. “But I have full control over your body tonight, yes?”

You pecked his lips. “Absolutely.” 

Nanami wasn’t quite rubbing your clit—it felt rather ticklish. “You’re making a face. Am I doing something wrong, darling?” 

“Not exactly.” You found his hand between your legs and lifted it higher, pressing his fingers directly onto your clit. It was embarrassing how wet you already were. “Rub here.” 

He rubbed there, and you took in a shuddering breath, nodding to encourage him to keep fucking me with those skilled fingers, Nanami Kento—fingers you had admired far too often, especially when he performed pen tricks with them.

“How many . . . erm, how do I word this?” He looked conflicted as he murmured words to himself. 

“What? I won’t judge.” 

Nanami looked adorable when flushed. “How many fingers would you like . . . inside of you?” 

You pressed your lips together, holding back laughter at his reddened face. This was the first time you'd be taking a man's virginity, and you wanted to make sure it was as good for him as it would be for you. “I can take three.” 

“Wow,” he breathes out, clearing his throat. 

“I’ve taken a fist before.” 

His eyes widened in shock. “I’m sorry?” 

You laughed, cupping his face. “I’m just joking. I only wanted to see your reaction.” He was still flabbergasted as you kissed him. “But it is possible. I wouldn’t suggest it right now.” 

“Right now,” he repeats. Yes, right now. Eventually, you’d want his whole damn fist inside of you. “I’ll start with two.” 

“Middle and ring finger. Never index. It’s a rookie mistake.” 

“Of course.” Nanami relieved your clit and slid down your centre. “God, you’re soaking my hand, darling.” His words sent a ripple through you. Then his fingers slowly slid inside your tight heat, making him grunt. 

“How is it?” you whispered, massaging the back of his head while the other rested on the side of his neck. 

“Warm,” he said. “And . . . clamping?” 

This was entertainment for you. 

“Warm and clamping is one way to describe it. You can start moving your fingers in and out of me. Curl them, tap them, whatever you want.” Your tongue licked his upper lip, surprising him. “And if you want to blow my orgasm through the roof, circle your thumb on my clit. Don’t hold back.” 

And he didn’t. 

Nanami drove his fingers inside your pussy, unknowingly hitting your g-spot, and flinching when you cried out his name. The pad of his thumb rubbed your clit, or if he complained about a cramp, he’d used the mound of his palm, cupping your entire vagina. 

“I’m close—” You let out strained breaths, gripping his hair or shoulders. 

“Close to what?” 

“You’re going to make me say it?” 

Nanami appeared genuinely puzzled. “Close to your orgasm?” Oh, my god. He was genuinely puzzled. Why wouldn’t he be? You couldn't expect him to know about even the most obvious sex-related things. Part of you was excited to show him your vibrator and have him guess what it was. 

“Yes, Kento. I’m close to my orgasm.” 

He grinned with pride. Your heart melted, and you grabbed his face, kissing him as if your life hung in the balance. Amid his fervent moans, you came gushing down, drenching his hand with your release.

Pulling his hand out, he stared at your orgasm. “That’s quite a lot.” 

“Oh, my god, stop.” You covered your face, suddenly embarrassed by how much you’d come. 

“I’m sorry, darling. I meant it in a positive way. I’m very flattered. And thankful that you taught me how to please you this way.”

You caught him about to lick his fingers, causing you to shout in protest and pull his wrist back sharply. “No!”

“What? What is it?” 

“You can't just— You're all about cleanliness and stuff. I don't want you breaking your own rules for that.” 

Nanami smiled. “I’d break all my rules for you.” He went to go lick again, but you quickly pulled his hand towards your chest and wiped it on there. His face contorted to frustration. “What the fuck?” 

Your brows shot up. This was the first time you’d heard him curse. It was so hot. You wanted him to say it again. “It’s dirty.” 

“It’s a part of you.” He made a tch sound and retrieved his tie from the floor. “Give me your hands.” Taking your wrists, he bound them with the material behind your waist.

“Kinky,” you said. 

Nanami stayed silent, his expression now one of disappointment, his brows furrowed deeply. The confusion that once marked his demeanor had given way to a completely different persona. “If you won’t allow me to taste you from your hands”—he pushed your ankles up on the desk and sank between your legs—“I’ll drink straight from the source.” 

“Kento, wait—”

Too late. 

You broke into a chorus of moans as his tongue licked and lapped at your pussy. His mouth engulfed your clit and sucked on it hard, the tip of his tongue now swirling the little bud. His fingers spread your folds, as he cleaned every last drop of your juices, even probing your little hole that they seeped from. 

By the end of it, you were drenched in sweat, tears brimming in your eyes, your wrists throbbing from the restraints. Your body swayed side to side, legs trying to close him away, but he remained persistent in eating you out like a madman.  “Ken . . . I can’t—”

“Have you learned your lesson?” 

“Yes, goddamn it. Yes. I’m sorry.” You would let this man lick your whole body from now on. “Just kiss me already. Please.” 

He kissed your clit and travelled up to your stomach, each nipple, and to your mouth as he undid the tie so you could cling to him. His mouth met your wet eyes. “I’m sorry, darling. I got carried away a bit.” 

“No, don’t be. I loved it.” You planted a kiss on his cheek, making him smile bashfully, just like he had ten minutes earlier. “But I’d prefer someone else to touch me now.” 

His gaze grew intense. “Who?” 

You blinked. “Your friend.” 

He scoffed, running his fingers through his hair. “My— My friend?” 

“Uh, yeah?” 

“Have you spoken to him before?” 

You eyed his prominent bulge. “I’d like to. Touch him, kiss him, have him inside of me.” 

Nanami stared at you with disbelief. “No.” 

“No?” 

He gritted his jaw, fists at his side. You were completely frazzled by his response. Why was it that he got to explore your inside with his fingers and tongue and wouldn’t allow you to touch him? 

“That’s not fair. I thought you wanted me,” you mumbled. 

“And yet you want my friend,” he replied sharply. “Haibara will be disappointed to know that I don’t share.” 

Huh?

“Haibara?!” you shrieked at the highest decibel, jolting him. “Hai— Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Kento, you id— That’s not what I meant when I was referring to your friend.” How is this man running a multi-million dollar corporation? “I was talking about your penis. Dick. Cock. Whatever you prefer.” 

Nanami stood in stunned silence. His anger melted away, replaced by a sudden realization, his eyes darting upward. “Oh.” 

You’d had enough. If he prolonged your orgasm any further, you were going to get a female version of blue-balls. “Come here, you doofus.” You pulled down by his collars and kissed him, undoing his belt, button, and zipper for him. “Can I touch your dick, Mr. Nanami?” 

He nodded vigorously. 

You rolled your eyes, smiling, and slid your hands into his boxers, grabbing him. “Oh, God. I knew it. You’re so big.” 

“You knew it? Has it been on your mind?” 

“Ever since my interview. No one asked you to manspread. It drove me crazy. Made me stumble on my words.” You stroked him slowly, dissolving him in a sea of grunts and groans. “Be honest, did I get this job because you were attracted to me, or because I’m genuinely good at what I do?” 

Nanami pondered for a moment before responding, “Both?”

“Of course you chose the safest answer.”

“Well, you’ve managed my schedule flawlessly for three years. You handle all my emails, make the best coffee, and surprise me with treats. Yes, you’re undeniably beautiful, but it’s your heart that I’ve fallen in love with.”

Your hand froze. “Love?”

He nodded, a blush colouring his cheeks as he looked away. “Love.”

You cupped his face with both hands. “You love me?”

Another nod. “Since your interview.”

He had loved you for three years now. It seemed surreal. You liked him, certainly, but did you love him too? That was the question. Your mind had always assumed he would never see you romantically, so you held back from letting your feelings grow.

“You don’t have to say it back,” Nanami reassured you. “I’ve loved you enough for both of us for far too long. I can wait until you’re ready.” He kissed your forehead gently. “But please, don’t make me wait forever. I don’t want us to stay strictly professional. I want to take you out, make you my girlfriend as soon as possible. Eventually, make . . .” He paused, unsure where to place his hands, before settling on your shoulders. “Make you my wife.”

Oh, you were about to give him the best blow job ever. 

“Okay,” you whispered, stepping down from the table and taking his hands. “Let’s go on a date tomorrow, the day after, and every day after that. I want to be your girlfriend by next week— I’ll add it to your personal calendar. And I want dinner and wine at your place afterwards. Speaking of your place, I want to move in with you by the end of next month, or we can live in my shitty apartment— I don’t mind. You have to make me your wife next year instead of making me wait three more years. And I want two kids somewhere down the line. Oh, and a cat.” You grinned widely at his stunned expression. “Can you give me all that, Kento?” 

He breathed out heavily, nodding slowly. "Yes," he affirmed. His lips found yours. "Yes. I can. I will. I'll give you whatever you need." He kissed you without restraint, laughter filling his office like a contagious joy.

“Okay, okay.” You gently pushed him back by his shoulders and settled him into his seat. “Prepared to have your mind blown, Mr. Nanami.” Kneeling down, you kissed his thigh, tracing a path up to his hip bone.

His breaths came out laboured, short, as he watched your intentions with a hawk eye. 

You took him out of his boxers and prepared your poor throat. It was long and girthy, your fingers barely curving around it. Your tongue ran over his tip, collecting the salty, pre-cum leaking from there. 

Nanami hissed, gripping the armrests of his chair as he spread his legs wider. “Will this be painful?”

You looked up from under your lashes. “I'll do my best not to use my teeth by mistake.”

“I meant for you, darling.”

“One way to find out.” Your lips curved over the head of his cock, lowering yourself until his length was tickling the back of your throat. Nanami was in shambles already. You pulled back and licked him from his base to the summit. “You’re so warm, too. So hard.” Your hands sailed up his thighs, kissing his rigid length. “All for me.” 

“For you, darling.” He brushed your hair back from your face. 

Chuckling, you took him into your mouth again and sent a prayer you didn’t wake up with a sore throat. You could easily picture Nanami purchasing cough drops for you, brewing tea, and insisting you take a day off. The idea of him looking after you sent shivers down your spine.

Nanami gripped the sides of your head, his own tilted back as he breathed heavily through those flawless lips. Occasionally, he'd bravely look down and catch your gaze, then quickly avert his eyes to the ceiling. It was adorable how he struggled to maintain eye contact with you. You had assumed he avoided it because he wasn't interested in talking to you or listening to you yapping. It all makes sense now.

He's simply shy. And you're determined to coax him out of his shell, or even better, cozy up inside it where it's safe.

“The sounds you’re making,” he breathes out. The sounds you’re making, Kento. “It feels like you’re taking me deeper.” 

Because you were. You expanded your jaw, even hearing a little joint tick, and pushed him past the limit of your throat. You’d given blow-jobs before, but the guys were either too small, or too aggressive, leaving your scalp numb without any aftercare. 

Nanami was different. He left your hair and held your face, thumbs caressing your cheekbones as he struggled against his restraints. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, feel the veins pulse on your tongue, his sacs hot at your touch. 

But you wanted Nanami to come inside you. 

At the last minute, you drew him out of your mouth, the strings of your saliva and his pre-cum bridging from your lips and his tip. Nanami groaned at the sight, his dick twitch involuntarily, standing long and proud. 

“I want you inside of me now,” you whispered, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and sitting on his lap. He pulled your lips in for a kiss as you adjusted his tip at your entrance, sitting down on it in one go. A cry ripped from your aching throat; a loud growl from his. “Fuck, Kento. Your cock’s filling me up.” 

“Such a dirty mouth,” he muttered, hand on your nape while the other guided your rolling hips. “Does it hurt?” 

You chuckled, head shaking. Your forehead rested over his palms on the side of his neck as you bounced on his lap, your movements growing faster. He was stretching you out, the tip poking your womb, practically splitting you in half. 

Nanami, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. You were warm and sticky, your walls cushioned and clamping around him, sucking him deeper by the second. He’d dreamt of this every night, jerking himself off to the thought of you, recalling the sound of your laugh, or your floral scent. 

Right now, his name slipped off your tongue and you smelled like him. Sweaty, breathless, moaning. This is exactly how he wanted you. Needed you. You were his assistant. His woman. His lover. If any other man dared to touch you, or flirt with you, he’d fire them. He wished he could kill them instead. 

You had awakened his territorial, possessive side, consuming him completely. If his parents refused to accept you as his equal, he would abandon everything and find happiness elsewhere with you. But first, he was determined to fight for you with all his might. Damn it, he loved you.

“I’m tired,” you whispered, wincing as you tried to mill your hips forward again. “Oh, no. I’m cramping up.” 

Nanami hated that he didn’t know what to do. He wished he was experienced. He wished he didn’t have to rely on you even if it was a turn-on when you dominated him with your words and actions. “Stop and take a breather.” 

You obeyed, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

He grabbed the globes of your ass and stood up, walking over to the couch and laying you down there. “Is this better?” 

“Yes.” You stretched up your arms then wrapped it around his neck, giving him a long, loud smack of a kiss. “Proceed.” 

Nanami chuckled, caressing your cheek. He thrusted inside of you, pulling himself to the tip, then back inside. It seemed to have you making those needy sounds, so must’ve been on the right track. 

“You’re so handsome,” you whispered, locking eyes with his deep brown gaze as he intensified his movements, growing faster and more forceful. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, god. Ken—” You were cut off by his kiss, by his hand clutching your breast, pinching your nipple. 

“I love you,” Nanami murmured, kissing your throat and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You cupped the back of his hand, wailing moans as he pounded into you, flesh slapping against flesh. “I love you, darling. I love you so much.” 

“Kento.” You were feeling achingly sore, your legs losing sensation. He was rutting into you like a madman, and no, you did not want him to slow down whatsoever. “Kento!” 

He drew his face back. “Yes?” 

“I love you, too,” you cried out as you climaxed, your back arching off the couch’s surface. 

Nanami crashed seconds later. 

You were both a breathless, sticking, sweaty mess. Nothing but the sounds of your rapid hearts and shallow breaths could be heard. 

Nanami slid out of you after a minute of silence. He was glowing, golden hair damp with sweat and sticking in different directions from your hand that was running through it. He parted your legs and watched both your mingled release leaking out of you. “I did that.” 

You burst out laughing. “Thank you for letting me take your virginity.” 

He scowled at you, the kind where a smile creeped on his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

“No, lay with me for a sec.” 

Nanami listened attentively and settled beside you on the couch, pulling you into his embrace. You showered kisses over his face, jaw, and the corners of his smiling mouth. “You said ‘I love you,’ by the way.” 

“I did.” Another peck landed on his lips. 

He swallowed, his eyes sparkling as they met yours. “Are you sure?” 

“One-hundred-infinite percent.” You fixed his hair away from his forehead, running your index finger down the slope of his nose and to his lips. “Say it back.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too.”

Nanami sighed contentedly, his hand cradling the back of your head as he planted a kiss on your forehead. You giggled and nestled your cheek against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I know you said to wait until next week to make you my girlfriend, but is it alright if I make you mine now?” 

“I am already yours.” You drew hearts on his torso, feeling shy all of a sudden. You’d never been in a proper relationship before. But neither had Nanami. Which meant you’d both navigate your relationship together as novices. 

“Officially?” He continued. “Or I can wait—”

“Yes,” you said, craning your head up. “I’d love to officially be your girlfriend, Kento Nanami.” You savoured the relieved breath he took. How could you ever reject a soul like his? He was your favourite person. “But I’m still your assistant.” 

“And now I’m yours.” 

You laugh and rest your nose in the curve of his neck, closing your eyes. He hugged you close, lips lazily kissing the top of your head. “Get as much rest as you can, Boss Man. Round two is in five minutes.” 

[hwathinker]

"come on baby, show me what you got."

pairings ; soft dom!bf!wooyoung x fem!reader warnings ; pussy licking (kitten licks oh my god.), squirting, woo is a tease lol, getting called baby by woo is just,, so hot, just.. short smut because he's been wrecking these days smh.. wn ; sorry i've been so inactive lately, i got caught up with work. making those $$$ yk to buy those sweet albums waiting for me ;p (requests are open but it'll take time T_T)

"wooyoungie.." whimpers. "stop.. need you inside me right now.." whimpers. again. wooyoung, who's head buried to your wet cunt constantly leaving small giggles and heavy breathings to your core which makes you even more wet. giving you head as much, denying your orgasms for like.. two times now, going to three. "oh, baby you taste so sweet." he said as he stuffs his fingers into your tight pussy, still sucking on your clit. "ah, youngie.. please..? i need to cum, please.." you bit your lip, wanting to come on his face since he didn't want to give his dick. oh, his dick? he's grinding so hard on the mattress, though he's leaking out of his sweats right now, he can't stop sucking on your sweet little cunt.

"baby, be patient alright..? i thought you were a good girl hm? why are you forcing me to fuck you while i'm not even done with my meal?" wooyoung slid his fingers in between your folds as he listens to your soft quiet moans. "mmh, i'd love to hear those more but louder." he said, pushing his fingers deep inside you, making you moan loudly. "music to my ears, baby." he quicken his pace, eyes watching your expressions and listening to your cute moans. "don't you want this so bad, hm? come on baby, show me what you got." the squelching sounds of his wet fingers and your cunt makes you go crazy. without his big cock, you would still manage to cum, even if it means by him eye-fucking you. "youngie.. ah, wanna cum.." your moans mixing with you heavy breathings, as you grips on his hair.

"i know baby. i wanna see your pretty little pussy wet so that i can taste it." his never ending praises just makes you so high. rolling your eyes back, you released on his slender fingers, along with your squirts going up his abs to his chin. he flinched, but gave you a teasing smile and licked it off as he's satisfied that he made you feel pleasured. he licked the remaining of your cum on his fingers clean, going back down to your heated wet cunt once again. "hold on tight doll." he said, gripping on your thighs to not let you squish his head while he suck off every cum you released. you whined at the contact between his tongue and your clit, being sensitive after.

after wooyoung was done, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand, eyes still glued to you. he saw that your eyes was glistening with tears. he went to wipe them, kissing your cheeks as he whispers, "baby, we're not done yet you know that right?" well, you guessed his dick really need to be pleasured too afterall.

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the daddiest amongst all, jung wooyoung i need his cock so bad man wth </3 anyways um?!?!?!? i hope you did like this one since its............ the laziest out of all. but ok !! leave some wooyoung reqs cus i'm hungry for him fr

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

hello!! um I really liked the whole Military Creator you've written!

I'm wondering how would some of the boys/men react to that!

for example, Zhongli/Xiao as they have fought in wars before or Childe for his bloodlust. Feel free to add anyone you want too!

Headcanons: Zhongli, Xiao, and Childe Reacting to Reader being a Veteran Military Soldier.

Ah, I see, Anon! Here y'all go :) I hope you enjoy it!

Click Me For the Women Version!

Disclaimers: Might be OOC, Implied Violence/Battle, Mentions of Scars!)

Zhongli

This man. This old immortal man that is a dragon. He knows war like the back of his hand. Kinda quite literally, since once upon a time, some people hailed him as the God of War (Sorry Murata).

To hear that Reader was a former Military Officer for a nation you didn't run nor found, you just increased Zhongli's respect by a HUGE amount. There's no denying it.

"If you don't mind, Your Grace, may you tell me a few stories of your past experiences in battle?" Very attentive listener. He won't push if you leave a few details out, even if he is curious.

Honestly loves to listen to you and your stories! He commends you for your victories, and solemn your lost of the cherished ones. Zhongli is all too familiar with war, and it's very relatable.

Your tea talks with him are now more and more interesting, to say the least. You might be invited from Zhongli for tea instead of the other way around!

Xiao

General Alatus himself...the Vigilant Yaksha doesn't take war all too well. You can say that he's got extreme PTSD from it, and really—that's pretty much an understatement alone.

Won't push the topic much, since this boy does not want you to be stuck in a traumatic time, but he is curious about your military days, since you don't seem all that bothered of what you experienced.

However! This doesn't mean he won't want to check up on you. He may not be...good with emotions, but he's certainly going to try, for the Almighty Creator's sake!

"Your Grace....forgive my prying, but are you...okay?" He cringes just listening to himself ask the question. It felt like he was trying to make your achievements an understatement or a cheap byproduct.

Constantly remind this guy that what he asked hadn't upset or hurt you. This man is notorious for self-sacrifice and self-blame.

Overall, spending time with Xiao is probably good therapy for the both of you, in a way. keep up the tea time, because this man will eventually open up and actually relax and enjoy tea with you!

Childe

A little too thrilled to hear that the Almighty Creator has gone through war.

Immediately pounces on the matter. No cap.

"Your Grace, care to share some battle experiences with me?" Has an absolute gleeful and menacing smile on his face as his dead eyes shine brightly at you, boring into your soul.

Of course, he won't push for details—boy just wants to know the battles and fights you were in.

However, that doesn't mean he's heartless. He'll share your sentiment if a battle brought loss to your loved ones. Childe himself can't imagine losing one of his siblings. Ever.

Tea time with Childe is basically verbal sparring. You both are fighting by comparing your battles with one another. And it never ends.

And that's it! I hope you all like it :) Sorry for being so inactive these days—motivation keeps killing me, I swear. See you all around soon!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: If you're waiting for The Lost Shining God of Celestia or Forver In My Hold finale part—It's coming, don't worry! My brain isn't just motivated just yet, but it will be it out!

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[midnightblues444]

Meanie weanie |

Executive Ran x executive! Reader

Summary: after years of banter you've learnt not to take anything that Ran Haitiani says seriously, but cant help but wonder when the jokes end

Tags: smut with plot, workplace romance,

Sorry for being so inactive guys!! But here's a little thing

The cool evening breeze softly decorates your skin with goosebumps. The balcony you found refuge on is mostly empty, guests spaced out in huddles of conversation while you gingerly sip on a sweet cocktail.

"Mind if I join you there darlin?" the voice is male, annoying, you can tell as he saunters closer. You raise your brows without a word, raising your glass to your lips.

"So, you here with anyone?" He tries to be smooth

"No actually" you mumble, rubbing your slightly cold arms

"Ah so what brings you here then if not a date?"

"Business, its my company's event, so not really here for fun" your sips turn to gulps, you want this conversation to end

"Ah cmon theres room for a little fun right?" He shoots again, with a loopy grin

"Well I was having some fun before you showed up" you give him a look, turning to face him with as much annoyance you can muster. The offence paints his face as he prepares to say something else.

"Ohh ouch, she got you there man" the familiar sound of Ran Haitianis deep voice,of course, as if he just appeared. The man huffs, embarrassed to say anything else, you motion with your hands for him to shoo and glare before he leaves.

Ran turns to you with a pleased look on his face.

"You're so mean miss (name), it's hot"

You take a sip and glare at him over the rim of your glass, Ran Haitiani, your fellow executive who knows no bounds, hes beautiful unfortunately...tall, not too slender, with sleepy lilac eyes, tonight his dress shirt clings by his shoulders and his sleeves are rolled halfway up his forearm, revealing his tattoo.

Hes a flirt, a reputable man whore, you've tried to stay away from romantically. Being cautious not to fuck your colleague even though hes as fuckable as this. Although youve been testing your luck with some flirting, harmless banter, you call it.

"your dance card full?" He grins,

"Yes actually, theres a line of gentlemen waiting for my hand" you sigh giving your voice an exaggerated trill, putting your glass down

He grins wider, taking your hand in his, like a victorian gentleman, "then they'll have to wait longer hmm?"

Dancing with Ran felt like one of those moments where you catch yourself thinking he might genuinely like you. That the flirty banter is laced with hidden feelings hes scared to admit,

Its in the way his eyes never leave your own, his hand on the small of your back guiding you to the music, he doesn't make awkward small talk instead he makes fun of some poor passersbys and you laugh quietly trying to not make it obvious your laughing at a target.

It's nice, until the the songs over and Yuki,a woman from the company's catering service asks to steal him from you, just for a moment of course, forcing you to leave the dancefloor.

Hes not yours, you know that much, but cant ignore the feeling you get in your stomach when you notice his hand placement , finding yourself stomping back to your hotel room. Its moments like these where you hate company trips, wishing you could be in your own bed sulking for as long as you pleased.

You exit the elevator, deciding to take your heels off before continuing on. Sudedenly hearing your name get called from behind you. Ran, once again just appearing. You roll your eyes as he gets closer.

"Why'd you go?" He tries to hide that hes panting

"Did you take the stairs?" You avoid his question

"Elevator was occupied." hes quick "whyd you go?"

"Just felt like it"

He gives you a look, he doesn't buy it

"I mean...I'm pretty tired and Yuki came so I just didnt feel like standing there and if I went back to our table, the rest of the guys would probably tease me about us dancing together- and I really am not in the mood for that and... why are you looking at me like that"

Hes staring at you, no, hes gazing between your eyes and lips. Hes amused, grinning. "Jealousy makes you look super kissable" he smiles

"Stop just saying nonsense" you correct him rolling your eyes

"I never just say anything miss (name)" he steps closer

You huff in disbelief, looking away, when his hand suddenly on your chin turns you to face him "stay still, and ask me to kiss you"

Your breath hitches, you stare at him and then his lips, your heart races. You know hes being serious and this is now a moment of truth.

"Kiss me then Haitaini"

He grins so hard you feel it deep into the kiss, he kisses you tenderly, his fingers tracing your jaw and cheeks. Your hands gently hold his wrists, yet find themselves around his neck as it deepens.

You feel dizzy when you pull away, breathless, eyes opening slowly, "shall we move then" you sigh, with a gentle chuckle he laughs too.

In your room, he can barely stop kissing you, groaning onto your mouth, through the door to the edge of the bed.

You begin unbuttoning his dress shirt, discarding it. You kiss his chest and neck while undoing his belt. He gets out of the pants, and is left in just his black boxers.

You push him so that hes laying back on the matress, watch me, you wordlessly command. turning so he can unzip the dress. You slip the straps off each shoulder and let the thing fall down to your ankles, watching how his bulge grows.

You unclip your bra, and slip out of your panties. Hes jerking himself breathless, as you climb over him. Sitting cutely on his dick, you grind your hips teasingly as he groans, you kiss him boldly now, continuing grinding, you can tell he can barely focus by the way he sighs deeply.

You suck hickies onto his skin, and begin guiding him inside you, finally sinking down completely, you both let out a drawled "fuck". As you begin to bounce, desperate to keep the friction.

He chuckles at your whines, bringing one hand to thumb at your clit roughly and the other to take charge of the pace, thrusting upwards to your spot almost desperately.

He moans your name so sweetly each time you clamp down on him. And you feel your brain go to mush at how deep inside you he reaches, filling you up so good, your moans being paired with the sound of skin slapping.

"You drive me crazy" he says, and he means it, his thrusts get messier as he gives give you more,

"so close" you gasp, before you realise it your coil snaps, you arch at the way he doesn't stop and keeps fucking you through it. He finishes soon after you, groaning out curses, you feel his dick spluttering release and it dripping down your thighs.

Your panting as you come down, slowly, laying on him before feeling him turn you over. Climbing over you with his signature grin

"I'm not done with you sweetheart"

[byhyuntae]

Hey, Emo Boy!

pairings: subby emo!hongjoong x soft dom!reader

genre: smut

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up people), oral (giving), BIG DICK HJ CUZ Y NOT AAAAAAAAA, use of toys (vibrator), hand kink (?), public sex, slight (?) exhibition, b-b-begging... (tell me if i missed any!)

a/n: hahahahahah omsem this is my first (not rlly) time writing a smut on tumblr n i hope i don't disappoint yall cuz my writing skills are shitty rn TANGINA anyways i, myself made the mood board! might aswell make some for my upcoming fics and for my mst.lst and i am genuinely sorry for being inactive for like... two months

• you were so proud of your boyfriend, seeing him perform with his band and playing his guitar made you fall in love with him once again (and made you wet as hell)

word count: 400 something... basta

©️ slvtforyeo (do not repost, likes and reblogs are appreciated)

• you didn't even notice that you were starting to get aroused just by looking at his hands, the way they slide up and down from the fretboard and the way his fingertips were moving fast made you wish that you're the guitar

• OH! ah, yes... you totally forgot the small pink remote that was hiding in your pocket. HMMM.. I WONDER WHAT THIS DOES??? :D

• hongjoong nearly moaned when you turned on the vibrator that was shoved in his ass (the pink type), he even DARED to glare at you when he was the one literally begging for you like this,

• "baby please, just once! i'll be good, I promise! please, just- shove it in my ass and turn on the vibrator..." whew, you were sweating when he begged

• it ended up you having to insert a vibrator in his cute little hole because this mf is an exhibitionist

• eventually, you gradually increased the volume, which was kindaaa.. a bad/good idea (you turned it on when it's hongjoong's part to sing)

• he was kinda eye fucking you when you two made eye contact... you have never ever felt to fuck someone this bad.

• after the show, you immediately slipped backstage (no one saw you do it) and was immediately met with hongjoong pulling you to one of the dresser

• "y/n plsplsplspls fuck me already" was the first thing that he said to you, impatiently removing his pants while you just stare at him in awe

• so you did... but you sucked his dick first. when you got down on your knees and pulled his cock out, he was leaking precum like a goddamn faucet. HE WAS SO WET LIKE???? you have never taken off your pants this fast

• being the good partner you are, you sucked, gagged, licked and choked on his dick like you're his good little slut (even though your mouth kinda hurts becuz he big bro)

• he came... a lot

• of course, you did NOT give him time before forcing him to sit down on one of the chairs and you started to ride him until he was seeing stars when he reached his orgasm <3

• both of you ended up having another round when you came home. A LOT MORE NASTIER  HAHAHAHAHAHDHJAJDJSJDJSJD

[ragnviindrz]

can you keep a secret? / alhaitham x f!reader x kaveh

info: basically you, alhaitham and kaveh fuck and aether is having a conversation with you but doesnt know. 😧

this content includes: threesome, consensual sex, creampie, aether is oblivious to what you three are doing, spitroasting, kaveh cums in your mouth, roomate trope, fwb, porn without plot kinda

note: this is so nasty im actually ashamed of my imagination. sorry for being inactive, im caught up in irl stuff :( will post more stuff soon though. this was kinda quick since i had free time.

You, Kaveh and Alhaitham were having a wonderful time, despite having only the labels of "friends with benefits" the sex was really good.

Though, that was soon ruined with a knock on Alhaitham's door. You had tried to make yourself look presentable as Aether walked in (surprisingly not with Paimon, apparently she was too busy trying out food with Nilou.)

As time passed, the four of you were at the table, Aether talking to the three of you.

It was quite hard to listen, as you could only focus on how Alhaitham's cock went in and out of you in a slow motion, obviously trying to keep it a secret from the blonde man on the other side of the table. Alhaitham had managed to keep a straight face, as you sat on his lap rocking back and forth softly whilst your walls clench around his cock practically squeezing his cock.

He had his book up to his face, as he gripped the mug of the coffee in order to hide his red face. Kaveh on the other hand was barely unable to keep a straight face, his face extremely red whilst he used his spoon to stir his soup.

Your hand was wrapped around Kaveh's cock, teasing his tip slightly as you brush your hand against it.

Suddenly, a shock snapped you out of your thoughts as a clang hit the tiled floor of Alhaitham's kitchen.

"Ah sorry. I dropped my fork, I'll get it." Aether spoke softly, almost about to bend down to grab his fork until you shouted loudly which stopped him.

"I—I'll get it myself." He sat back up, and let you. However, when you bend down to pick up his fork - still sat on Alhaitham's lap whilst he rocks back and forth softly Kaveh suddenly grabbed your head, roughly forcing his cock inside your mouth which caused you to let out a muffled yelp.

"Is everything alright?" Aether asked, worryingly which you just responded with a shaky "Yeah.. It's just dark.. But no worries! I'll find it." when Kaveh let you off his cock for a second.

Aether doesn't mind, as you clearly took your time trying to 'find' that fork, instead he was chatting with Kaveh who was barely unable to keep a straight face as you sucked him off.

"Your face is red. Are you okay, Kaveh?" Aether's worries grew more, but Alhaitham quickly shut him down.

"He's fine. It's just the alcohol." With that, Aether nodded and checked the time before continuing, "Well. Paimon is probably waiting for me now. See you three later."

Aether finally left, and Alhaitham's thrust got more sloppy and hard as he let out a grunt. "Fuck.."

Kaveh's whines and moans grew louder, as he too was reaching his end. He couldn't help the way his cock twitch in your warm mouth.

With a few thrusts in your mouth, he gripped your hair and shoved all of his cock deep in your throat as he came. Ribbons after ribbons of white cum filled your mouth, forcing you to swallow the salty cum.

After Kaveh came, his head on the table as he drooled - Alhaitham too came inside you, grabbing your ass as he pulled you closer. You came with him, tightening up around him even more if that was even possible as you milked him for all his worth.

"You think he heard?" Alhaitham murmured, and you answered.

"Hopefully not.."

.

.

.

In an alleyway, Aether was pumping his hard cock. You were just so hot..

what have i done 😓

[pillarmen-lover2080]

Octotrio and yuu 🩷

Omgggg I love octanvinelle so much! Sorry for being inactive for a little while~~

Warnings: Slight innuendos

Azul 💙🩵💜 :

Azul loves you. He really does. From your beautiful eyes to your sweet smile. He loves everything about you. He especially loves your voice. He hangs off of every word you say, listening to the tone of your voice and the way you pronounce things. He thinks to himself: "Ah my yuu...what a lovely voice you have. I wish I could listen to it forever....I wish I could make it mine forever..." Azul just wants to make you happy. He wants you to feel safe and secure around him. He wants you to want to stay with him and he'll achieve that tthrough spoiling you with gifts and treats from the Mostro Lounge. He may not be ready to say that he loves you, but he is more than willing to show it. Please love this man back.

Jade 💚💜🩵:

"Oya, what a sweet thing I have here...I am so lucky to have you, my dear~" Jade will coo all sorts of loving phrases towards you. You are his sweet Yuu after all. He loves watching you and listening to you talk about all the things that makes you happy. Jade is fully confident in himself and has no problem telling you just how much he loves you. "Oh my darling Yuu, you are my most treasured pearl", he'll say while holding you close. "So special that I just can't let you go!" Jade loves you so much and he intends to keep you forever.

Floyd 🩵💜💚:

"MY CUTE SHRIMPY!!!" Unlike Azul and Jade, Floyd is a wild card. Floyd is unpredictable with both words and actions. He may want to cuddle and then suddenly he wants to dance with you. It only matters that he wants to do everything with you, right? "Hehehehehe Shrimpy~ come cuddle with meeee", he will say while pulling you to his room. "I promise I don't bite...hehehe I just wanna squeeze ya real good!" Please just listen to the man. He fell for you and fell hard, now there is no escape. Floyd obviously things you're adorable. He thinks you're so small compared to him and squeezable. "Ehehehe I promise i won't be too rough~"

[lunariiawrites]

Stay

Pairing: Rain x f!Reader

Rating: Everyone

Tags: Fluff, cuddles with Rain, overworked reader.

Summary: After countless hours of translating ancient texts, Rain wants to make sure you sleep.

A/N: I had to choose whether to make Rain sweet or absolutely feral for this fic. Sweet won out in the end. This is my first time writing Rain so I hope I did him justice!

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2:35 AM

The numbers blurred together as you closed the book in front of you, groaning as a ball of pressure formed at the base of your skull. Sister Imperator had been adamant that these ritual texts be translated as soon as possible and being one of the only translators on hand meant studying long hours in the night with little to no company.

The sister who kept the library organized and maintained had checked on you well before ten, no doubt to remind you of the late hour. However, you had thanked her for her concern and waved her off before diving back into the ancient texts. Pangs of hunger made you wish you had heeded her warnings as you stood, stretching muscles stiff with inactivity.

Ah well. The kitchens were closed now. Not much to do about it.

The library was dim, the main lights turned off long ago. Heading towards the door, you pulled it open with a dull creak, the wood groaning as it shifted. The hallway was even darker and there was a second of hesitation. Sometimes it wasn’t wise to wander the halls of the Ministry after dark. Siblings had told you of strange noises plaguing the hallways at night, screams and laughter being a few of the notable ones.

‘It’s not that far.’ The thought repeated like a mantra in your head, as you tried to calm yourself. The dorms that the siblings slept in truly weren’t far away, but normally the paths to and from were well lit and not plunged in darkness as they were now.

The light echo of your footsteps did nothing to ease your nervousness as you walked down the hall, fighting the urge to turn around and investigate the slight noises coming from the darkness of the other corridor.

‘Calm down. There’s nothing there.’

A scream rose in your throat as a hand gripped your arm and a slight sting of pain blossomed in your back as it hit the wall, coexisting for a moment with your headache before fading away. Wide blue eyes stared back at you and the fear drained from your body, leaving only exhaustion.

“Sorry, sister.”

Rain smiled sheepishly, pulling you gently away from the wall. The water ghoul patted your arm comfortingly and you gave a tight smile in response. He was dressed in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, something way more casual than the uniform most had grown accustomed to seeing the ghouls in.

“What are you lurking around in the dark for?” He looked up at you with a passive expression, shrugging slightly.

“Taking a walk.” Leaning against the wall, he smiled, fangs showing slightly. “I could ask the same of you.”

“I was working.”

Searching your face, Rain scowled upon seeing the bags under your eyes as well as other signs of improper care.

“No.”

No?

Grabbing your hand, he pulled you down the opposite hallway, ignoring your protests to stop. After a few twists and turns, you two stood in front of a black door, decorated with some symbols of the Clergy.

‘The Ghoul Dorms?’

It wasn’t your first time in the dorms, having spent a lot of time with the ghouls themselves whether it was reading in a corner with Mountain or laughing as Dew swore up and down you cheated at Mario Kart or anything in between.

As Rain dragged you through the common room, you looked at the various doors you passed, assuming most of the ghouls were already asleep. Finally, he pulled you into a room at the end of a hallway, shutting the door behind you.

The smell of petrichor enveloped you as you realized it was Rain’s room. A few books lined a shelf with various decorations and a few plants that he had once gotten as a gift from Mountain. His guitar sat perched on it’s stand and a small window showed a beautiful moonlit view outside the Ministry.

Gently, Rain pulled you towards the bed, gesturing for you to lay down. The bed looked soft and inviting but you stubbornly looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Sighing, he crossed his arms, giving you a look that you had once seen Aether give Dew when he disapproved with whatever he was doing.

“You aren’t sleeping well,” He said softly. “I want to make sure you get proper rest.”

Before you could say anything else, he frowned, holding his hand out, eyes pleading.

“Please.” Taking your hand, he squeezed it softly. “Let me take care of you.”

“Fine.”

Brightening instantly, Rain lifted up the covers, ushering you under them and tucking you in like a prized possession. The instant your head hit the pillow, your eyes felt heavy and you mumbled a word as you fought the warm embrace of sleep. Rain looked back at you over his shoulder as he went to turn off the light and step out.

“Stay.”

Pausing, Rain took a moment to make sure he heard correctly before he crossed back over to the bed. Lifting up the covers, he pulled you towards him, purring softly as his chest pressed against your back. He could tell you were losing the fight as you cuddled into the pillow, evoking a small smile from him. Laying down, he wrapped his tail loosely around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Sleep well, (Y/N).”

[chibigo-ma]

Preview of ❝The Little Human Experiment❞ [Legoshi]

Summary: Misaki was just your typical teenage girl living in Japan, but not in the eyes of her society. She's a human in a life where animals live and think like "humans" in our society. She is now brought in as an experiment for her new life outside her facility to see if humans can co-exist with different other species. A certain wolf gets quite attached to our human friend as he is tasked to protect her.

Edit (13.07.2024): Man... after two months of being inactive... AhhCHOO 🫴 WATTPAD STORY LINK | AO3 STORY LINK I can't believe I didn't share a link..............

"Going already?" Mei asked as Misaki grabbed her bag. "Yeah, I have to go over there now to facilitate the choreography for the Light Ceremony," Misaki said as she patted Haru's head. "Get back soon!" Haru waved at her human friend before she left.

Misaki opened her phone to text Shiela that she would go to the clubroom as soon as she walked down the stairs. As she made her way to the clubroom though, she witnessed Juno carrying a sloth to the restroom. "Misaki-senpai!" Juno greeted with a smile as she placed the sloth down. "Ah, hello, Juno. Late for rehearsal?" Misaki asked as they walked to the clubroom together. 

"Yeah, I am. I apologize. Are you late too, Misaki-senpai?" Juno asked as Misaki texted Shiela once again that Juno was with her. "Not really. I come in and out of the clubroom as I have two clubs to deal with," she shared. "Woah, really? You must be very busy then. It's still remarkable as you're still the assistant head," Juno had great admiration for the human as she clung to her.

"Assistant director, but still the same," Misaki corrected as she opened the door. "Sorry, I'm late!" Juno announces her arrival while still holding onto Misaki. Misaki raised an eyebrow as she noticed how tense the room was until they came in the room. The majority of the members went up to the two.

"Come on, Juno! You're supposed to text Sheila-senpai when you're late," Els informed the first-year. "She was carrying a sloth to the restroom, so her hands were occupied. It was very kind of you, Juno," Misaki acknowledges Juno's willingness. "Why, thank you, Misaki-senpai!" Juno was happy with Misaki's compliment. 

"I've also made sure that Shiela got the memo and to not get you in trouble, so no need to worry," Misaki shared as everyone was wow-ed by Misaki's consideration. "But it doesn't excuse me for being late, so I want to clean the training hall after school. Sorry, Louis-senpai," Juno apologized as she bowed. 

"Oh, Legoshi-senpai!" Juno called out to the gray wolf. "I saw the dinosaur in the plaza. It was really pretty. The stage crew is doing their best, so we actors are going to do our best with our dancing practice. We're very inspired!" Juno smiled widely and only had her eyes on him. "...Mm, good, good," Legoshi doesn't seem affected by Juno's comment. 

"Yeah, you guys did great. Seeing as it's also my first time seeing it, I'm proud of each one of you. I'll be sure to take pictures of all of them when they're finished," Misaki smirked and showed that her lock screen was now the T-Rex Statue they painted, making sure she looked everyone in the eye. 

"Aww, Misaki!" Dom looked flattered. "I'm happy it exceeded your expectations!" Kibi smiled as everyone in the creatives team was appreciative of Misaki's honest remark. "Ah, speaking of, Misaki," Shiela walked up to the human and dragged her towards Louis. "We have some sudden news to share with you," she shared as Louis glared at the cheetah due to her comment before. 

"Yes, Sanu suggested that you'll be our main dancer," Louis mentioned and Misaki was shocked. "What!? What do you mean? I'll be at the front?" Misaki covered her mouth with her hand. "One of our dancers won't be available for the festival and you know the dances well. So, they made Juno be back up and you in the center since you know the dance very well," he shared.

"There's only two days left though," she looked worried. "You'll do fine, you the entire dance anyway," Louis was confident. "Did... did Tarok tell you that I'll be revealed too? Is that why you weren't opposed to it?" Misaki asked. 

"Yes, he did tell me. I asked his permission for the dance and he's fine with it. You won't be wearing that get-up anymore," Louis smirked and Misaki sighed. "Fine, fine. I'll do it. I'll text Haru that I have a big role here so they won't have to worry about my whereabouts," Misaki shared as she went to grab her phone to text her. 

"We'll do a quick fitting with you. I'm sure they'll just readjust one of the existing outfits," Louis told her as Misaki was ready to walk away. "I'll let Legoshi know," Louis smirked upon seeing Misaki frozen in place. He chuckled and patted her back and walked away from her to talk to Legoshi. She quickly ran to the changing room and walked out wearing her PE Uniform. 

"Woah, you do have fur in your legs," Juno wondered as she gave a close inspection of Misaki's legs. "They're called Hair for humans. Despite it being short and thin, they make sure they regulate our body temperature and keep dirt away such as my lashes here," Misaki pointed her eyes to let Juno get a closer look. 

"Woah, they're so tiny," Juno giggled. As everyone was talking to Misaki and was excited to see her fully perform on stage, Legoshi kept his eyes only on her. He looked up and down her figure as he felt aroused by her appearance. 

"Stop eye fucking, my sister." Legoshi snapped out of it and shrank away as Louis glared at him. Louis was most annoyed upon seeing Legoshi's wagging tail when Misaki came into the room. "Sister?" Legoshi questioned. "She's like a sister to me, so don't go hurting her," Louis crossed his arms as it would seem that he was finally open for Misaki to be together with Legoshi. 

"So whatever happened before they came in was a misunderstanding on your part," Louis pointed out. "You got the tape measure ready?" Louis asked. 

"Oh, yeah, I do," Legoshi went to pull it out, "Fix your problem first," Louis interrupted and he walked away. "Problem?" Legoshi questioned. He looked down to see a tent in his pants. He panics and quickly runs to the restroom. He could not believe he just had a hard-on. It embarrassed him more to notice his tail wagging faster than ever. He really wants to disappear.

"Where's Legoshi?" Misaki asked after she got away from the questioning members. "He went to the restroom real quick. Dom will be measuring you instead," Louis informed her as he tried hiding his laughter, which Misaki noticed but she didn't question it. She would truly have a heart attack if she knew that she had such an effect on Legoshi.

[radiopixelctive]

heya, how's it going? good? yeah figured so.

sorry for being inactive btw, i was... very busy (if you know - you know).

anyways, i want to show smth that i did a month ago. erm. Mr. Papuzzles lore dump or smth idk really lol

ah yeah forgot to mention: mom got me two keychains with Dust Sans (and Phantom my beloved) and classic Papyrus (and a phone case that's also undertale related) some while ago and i really love them

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for indirectly getting someone kicked out of a writing group?

This happened a couple years ago and all involved were in their early 20s afaik. I am submitting this because the situation still bothers me.

This writing group met weekly and occasionally had additional social events. Teal did most of the organizing for this group. They valued the group a lot and said it was the best part of their time in college. Ash was the only cis guy in the group and was heavily involved in a large club at school. I was friends with a few people in this club.

I never felt as close to the writing group as its other members. I think this is because I joined last and stopped attending meetings regularly once Covid started. During meetings we usually talk about what’s going on in our lives. Ash had been telling us about a very stressful situation he was going through, which was compromising his friendships and employment. At around the same time I found out through one of my friends in Ash’s club that he had been accused of sexual harassment, assault and intimidation by other club members. As a result he was banned from the club and its events. Putting two and two together I reached out to Teal and we talked about it. I think at the time I had said that I didn’t want to go to meetings if Ash was also attending. Later Teal reached out to Ash, who told them that the allegations were false and that the accusers had repeatedly called Ash’s girlfriend and said threatening things to her (I don’t recall exactly what was said). Teal came out of this conversation feeling that Ash was innocent. Teal then relayed this to me and offered to connect me with Ash so I could hear his side of the story. I declined and told Teal that I didn’t feel comfortable attending meetings with Ash unless Ash was found to be innocent by a third party (Ash was pursuing legal action at the time). Teal said they would discuss the situation with each member of the group individually, but that they would ask Ash not to come to meetings until the resolution of his legal action. I told Teal that if everyone but me was ok with Ash being in the group then I would be ok with leaving the group. I felt like the group meant the least to me and that the group as a whole would miss/value Ash more. Teal did not take me up on this.

Fast forward to the present day. Ash has not come back to meetings but is still in the group chat I think. I have no idea what happened with the accusations. I still attend irregularly but I feel better about my place in the group and closer to the members than before. But I still wonder what I could have done differently. Should I have been more insistent and left the group anyway? Should I have talked to other members? Should I have talked to Ash? Did my inaction in these areas make me the AH?

Anyway thanks for reading sorry this got so long

[zhvakinnn]

wdyt haikyuu chr with "he treats you really well but you can't return his feeling" and "the 'i loved you'" tropes???????

(please make it very very angsty until i cry my eyes out)

Im confused who and what character should I choose so I made my sister choose

Sorry I have been inactive these past weeks I had my part time job but I'll try to answers the request:)

Characters: iwaizumi, nishinoya x GN reader (separate)

Warnings: mention of a father/mother (to the people without their parents im so sorry), angst

🌺as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me🌺

Masterlist

See you later

(he treats you well but you can't return the feelings)

Hajime Iwaizumi

You and iwaizumi are very good friends you support him in volleyball since diapers

you were just kids back then when he had this huge crush on you giving you flowers and letters

Until one day when he wanted to play with you he saw a truck filled with boxes he went running towards your house and seeing it almost empty, he heard a voice behind him

"hajime?" He smiled brightly when he heard you "c'mon (name) let's train in volleyball "as much as they wanted to play they can't" your father said touching the boys shoulder

"why?" "Were moving to Canada for my dad's new work he said he needed to work their" you said fidgeting your fingers "how long will you be there?" You shrugged not knowing when you will be able to see him

When he ran off you thought you made him mad and thought you never get to say goodbye first

When you were about to get in the car to wait a 'wait' faint shout was heard you look back and it was iwaizumi you smiled brightly when you saw him

He hold his knees while catching his breath "i...wait... I want to make a promise, if we grow up promise me to see each other and marry each other" you were just kids you smiled brightly and hug him "i promise!" Iwaizumi's smiled went wider and he gave you a ring the is a flower like made in paper while his is a bee

"sorry I had to ran off, I had to make this quickly" you glance at your parents who's now saying goodbyes to iwaizumi's parents "I guess this is good bye" you said about to cry iwaizumi squish your cheeks and said "no see you later"

Your parents are now calling you, you gave him a one last hug and ran to the car

"i promise"

Its been 10 years since you were both still 8 he still waits for you

"iwa-chan~ you kept on zoning out who's in that pretty little skull of yours" he frowned when oikawa appeared

"yeah iwaizumi you kept zoning out" matsukawa said sitting next to takahiro "wait, is it the person your thinking was the person you promised to marry?~" oikawa teased him 'i knew it i shouldn't have said that to him'

"who would've thought our promised something like that" matsukawa giggling at takahiros comment "argh everyone just shut up im done you all" he said stomping and he was shock when a person was Infront of the gates in the Court

"oh sorry but is Mr. Nobuteru here?" The person said looking at the paper instead of him

"oh yeah his.." Iwaizumi's examine the person till he realizes who it was

"(name)?!"

You were shock thinking someone is stalking you but when you look up you were pretty shock too

"hajime!"

Everyones eyes on you too when you hugged him

"oh my god I didn't know you would be here"

"i didn't know too, how did you get here!"

"hello beautiful" iwaizumi's smile faded when matsukawa came to the side

"ah hello im (name)" you smiled waving your left arm but once you did he didn't saw your Ring he frowned more "ah (name)! The person who iwaizumi is gonna marry" the oooo was made in the back round

He didn't missed the way to awkwardly laugh and change the subject immediately

Ever since that day you didn't miss any schedule for the two of you even though oikawa kept insisting to come

You hangout most of the time to pay for being separated

The only thing he wanted to ask you is where is the ring he was scared maybe you didn't want to keep it anymore or you broke it and don't wanna tell him because it's embarrassing

But he should feel this way you two aren't even together yet

This day he wanted to visit you to your house but then he saw you with a guy

It didn't go unnoticed that you smiled brighter, having start in your eyes

He was now curious who could it be

When he approached you two, you waved at him and the boy also look back at him and smiled

"hello you must be iwaizumi" he said politely and iwaizumi nodded "its finally to meet you in personal" finally? He thought "finally?" "Yes my partner here kept bragging about you promising to marry one day" he said giggling and you kicked his leg slightly

That break his heart even more your his partner, you were already taken

He kept thinking about the promise and how its unfair that he stayed loyal while you found another one, he shouldn't be acting like this you were just a kid back then you weren't on your right minds

You exuse yourself to your partner and drag iwaizumi to a walk

The walk was uncomfortable silent don't know who to speak first or what to say

"hajime..im sorry I broke our promised" you said looking down at your feet

"you shouldn't be sorry we're just kids we don't know what we're saying"

You look up at him "still a promise is a promise i shouldn't have broke it.. hehe i guess i have to eat socks" you said giggling with him the tense was lifting a bit

You both continue walking admiring the surroundings now it was just a comfortable calming silent "how i miss Japan i forgot how beautiful is it here"

Iwaizumi stopped walking making you look at him "(name) i know you don't like me but ever since we're kids ive loved you and.. this is awkward..um.. promise me this one last time" you hum at him to know that your listening he step closer and squished your cheeks like when you were still kids

"promise me that in another universe will be together and.. we'll be married" you were shock you felt guilty that you let this man go you looked at him deep in the eyes and nodded and smiled "i promise" you two didn't let go of each other once you two get closer you felt something growing in your stomach

Your lips collided but only a mere of seconds till you both back away and you ran back home, he was also shock

You were too because now you can't escape the feelings for him

"see you later"

Not very angst but i tried

Nishinoyas part here (i loved you)

[soephiphany]

The one with the petnames

Jungkook x f!reader ( i did this thinking bout me, that's why it's f)

Warning: just fluff and a very slight make out

A/n: It's small and sweet, hopefully

(it got me delulu tho, when i was reading back)

This old btw, from like one or so month ago,

Ik, I've been inactive, sorry:/

______

"... And so, i told her to look on the other sec-" you stared at the man in front of you "Jungkook, are you listening?"

He took his gaze from your soft legs back to your face "yeah"

"I see that"

"No, i am listening" he nods and continues the little patterns he was making on your legs "Anyways... Than she say that it wasn't available anym-"

"How can it be so soft?" He blurted out, not thinking but deep in thought.

"What? ... The book..?" "Nuh uh" Jungkook shakes his head with a little grin "You"

"What?" You couldn't hide your flustered face with your poor fidgeting and honestly it's annoying how easy flustered he gets you.

"I mean.. Your skin-no, your legs- Hm-Yeah, it's soft.. " he stutters his way out with a pink tint laying on his cheek and you let out a chuckle you barely tried to hide. You guide your fingertips through his beautiful inked arm all the way to his gorgeous and silky dark locks "You're so cute, Kook"

The doe eyes turns a bit wide with the unsual nickname. It's not like you aren't affectionate with him, you just can't gather yourself up enough to call him Kook without laughing - cause the word reminds you of a funny word in your mother language and you're also just not very fond with it- so the fact that you actually called him that sweet pet name he loves without scrunching your face up, it's a victory. He's too shy to make any word and already embarrassed for not being able to say it back -anything, really- so he just settle with hiding his face on your chest and giggling softly.

"I'm not"

"Your actions say otherwise" your chest vibrates with the sweet chuckle that rushes through your body. "Ya, Jungkook-ah, don't need to be shy" you tease him winning a small pinch on your sides and he mumbles something that fades in your dress shirt -or better, his dress shirt-

"You really like that nickname, huh?" Finally being able to see your man again, you melt when your eyes meet his starry ones, so endearing and lovely.

"I love it so much" not true. It's true that he's very fond of it but it's not something he gets all worked up about, but oh, when you say it, it gives it a new meaning, a new light. Your bright smile send shiver down his form and he can't hold himself from kissing you. Very lightly, gently, like you're made of glass. "You're adorable" the whipped man mutters into your mouth and grins before drowning on you again. Your mouths connected like puzzles, his sweet tongue licking your bottom lip as you grasp his hair and lock your fingers in it, massaging his scalp. Humming into the kiss, Jungkook's tongue finally meets yours when you give him a open mouth kiss, enough for him to slide in. Lips wet with drool that doesn't actually leave your mouth, tongue's dancing the most beautiful song, love. He softly breaks the kiss, leaving some small pecks behind because he's never full of you.

"Please call me that forever" his bunny smile on display and his sleepy eyes, dozed out from all the love he was receiving.

"Do you like it that much?" His bangs falls on his forehead and on top of his eyes when he nods. You giggle and peck his mouth and that pretty nose of his "I got a better thing to call you" you whisper removing his bangs of his eyes.

"Hm, what is it?" He hums kissing lightly the corner of your mouth, then your nose, the bridge of your nose, temples, cheeks and lastly mouth, doing a dramatically 'muah' sound when he distance his face from yours.

"Husband" the way the letters slip out of your mouth making it look so natural has he thinking of how many times did you thought about it. A lot, you thought about it a lot. You love Jungkook, you can't imagine yourself without him, so what's better than have him forever? Being yours forever, just like you're his.

"I take back what i said" his hands travel through your sides as he moves your body gently until your legs are on each of his thighs making you straddle him "i want this one" he could drown on the sounds of your giggle and how it lights up the small candle underneath his heart, warming it.

"I like this one better too" he blinks slowly taking in every single thing you have, your embrace, your voice, smell, energy. He just wants all for him, forever.

"Soon, then" he thinks you're cute when your eye wide at his words.

"Soon?"

"Yeah, soon you'll be Mrs.Jeon, my beloved wife" the 'argh' sound you make cause him to throw his head back laughing, relaxing it in the head of the sofa (*sorry, idk how it calls in english*) and you take this opportunity to leave sweet pecks around his neckline, neck and jaw, creating a trail of love in his body, gently marking him yours.

"I can't wait... I love you, Jungkook" his eyes stop smiling as he stares at you frowning a bit.

"It's husband, not Jungkook" you laugh fidgeting the hem of his shirt in a shy manner.

"Okay, sorry." You take his face between your hands and gaze deep into his eyes "i love you, husband" and that's when he knew, he was down for.

_____

Just a lil something i wrote a while ago as a small thought and it's finally here :)

Yes I'm a simp and basically i don't really know how to do angst so big part (all) of my posts will be fluff,

I don't mind tho, I'm a hopeless romantic and i need to be fed.

Well, kisses and cheeses like we say in Brazil,

Soo Soo 🌼

[kisstuals]

sun & moon

PAIRING. jung jaehyun x reader WORD COUNT. 2.2k CONTAINS. angst, breakup!au WARNINGS. alcohol consumption, toxic relationship dynamics, insecure reader PLAYLIST. sun & moon - nct 127 | gold rush - taylor swift | restless - bibi NOTE. hiii hope everyone has been well x apologies for being so inactive... but here’s something new! sort of. this is an old fic with a few changes from a prev account but if you remember it. no you don’t. anyway i hope you don’t mind the angst and do keep in mind i don’t condone the actions i’ve written about in this fic. but enjoy xo.

A story about the rise and fall of a relationship that was doomed from the start.

It is college orientation where you first meet Jung Jaehyun, his peachy hair a stark contrast to the dark-clothed bodies swarming the hall. A mere glance at everyone else, and you see their forced smiles and wavering gaze. But Jaehyun, he is vibrant in all that he says and does. His plump lips are forever curved upwards as he talks to some of the freshmen, moving his hands around loudly. It is no surprise that so many people have gathered around him, with simply his presence being so inviting.

He does not notice you that day, and you do not blame him. You stand in the corner of the hall, mindlessly tapping away on your phone and barely participating in the conversation around you. Not that you are invited to the conversation in the first place, considering a small group of friends had just found a spot near you and began chatting, but you don’t have the heart to talk anyway. 

Considering you are a junior and have transferred schools, you feel unbecoming between freshmen, who had seemed to have found their place despite being entirely new to the college scene. With the start of any new year comes a rush of nerves, but you especially feel unable to go around and mingle that day. Perhaps it is Jaehyun, standing so close to you yet being practically unreachable, or perhaps it is the new environment. 

Surprisingly, it bothers you. It is much in your nature to keep to yourself, and that has been sufficient for so long, but in that moment, you wish that you had the courage to approach him as everyone else did. You don’t, of course, choose to remain in the corner and blend into the walls behind you.

So, yes, you do not blame him for not even looking your way. What even was there to look at? He was the blazing sun and you were but a passing comet. 

Surprisingly, he does notice you the second time around. You are at a party, a little drunk and very much fed-up with the crowd. So you find yourself on the balcony, under the inked sky speckled with too many stars to count. The silence is comforting, wrapping around you like a warm blanket, and you appreciate the moment to yourself. 

Jaehyun does not let that moment linger for long as he comes stumbling out of the house and crashing into you, quite literally. 

“Sorry,” he breathes out and you can smell the scent of alcohol on him. 

“It’s alright,” you give him a meek smile. For a moment, his gaze lingers too long, and you wonder if he recognizes you.

But then his eyes flicker away too quickly, and you know he doesn’t. 

“Hey, are you a freshman? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

You chuckle at yourself for thinking he would recognize you. “I don’t think you would have noticed me anyway.”

Jaehyun quirks a brow before shaking his head. “No, I think I would have,” he affirms. You wonder why he is so sure, when he probably won’t even remember you the next day. “What’s your name?”

“(Name),” you say, not expecting him to actually continue the conversation. But he doesn’t, instead urging you to continue. “Actually, I’m a junior but I just transferred here.”

“Ah, that explains it. I’m a junior as well.” He pauses as he moves closer to the railing, leaning comfortably back on his elbows like he was planning to stay. “Were you at orientation, then?”

“No,” the lie slips out of your mouth before you can even catch yourself. “I, uh, missed it.” You’re not quite sure why you are so inclined to lie; perhaps it is the embarrassing ordeal of being perceived by him, or perhaps the desire to forget that day entirely.  

“Oh, okay. Are you enjoying the party?”

This time you choose to be honest. And brutally, at that. “No, it kinda sucks.”

Jaehyun lets out a chuckle, eyes crinkling up with delight. “I’ll have to let my roommate know that he needs to step up his game.” 

You return his sentiment with soft laughter, letting yourself be at ease with him, even if it was for a moment. There is a brief moment of silence and you think that he wants to tell you something. But he decides against it, perhaps sensing your hesitance to talk to him. 

“Well, you should come join us for a game of beer pong then, it’ll be fun.”

“I’ll think about it,” you say, even though you’ve made up your mind. He smiles again, this time rather rushed, before disappearing just like that.

This time he notices you all the way across from your campus quad, calling your name out between the crowds. You only hear his voice at first before he fully comes into your view, jogging over to where you were standing at the entrance of the library.

“Hey,” he says between deep breaths. “You never joined us for beer pong that day.”

Jaehyun’s words take you by surprise, as you had thought his offer was a mere formality. “Yeah, um—”

“Don’t worry about it, I understand.” You’re not sure what he understands, for you have not even said anything, but that’s the thing with Jaehyun. You never have to say anything, and he seems to understand. “I’m just glad I saw you again.”

“Oh, why?”

“There’s another party tonight… and, um, I was wondering if you’d like to come.” It is probably the first and last time that you see Jaehyun nervous, and it’s a mystery why you are the reason for it. He searches for the right words to say like he so desperately wants to convince you. “I promise it’ll be fun this time.”

In hindsight, you should have said no. But you were truly doomed from the beginning because if going to that party meant seeing Jaehyun again, there was no way you could refuse. 

“Alright.” 

Jaehyun keeps his promise, not leaving your side that entire night, though you’re unsure why. There are probably crowds of people waiting to meet him, yet he spends his time with you. He holds your hand, introduces you to his friends, and chats your ear off. And surprisingly, you enjoy it. For the first time, being part of the crowd and mingling brings you an immense amount of happiness and you guess that it is all because of Jaehyun.

“You look really pretty tonight.” His hot breath tickles your skin. Jaehyun’s voice is like a soft melody against the loud pop track that booms in the background.

“Thank you,” you whisper back. You have to hold yourself back from telling him he’s beautiful in response. Because he is, with his golden smile and even more golden heart. 

You are just worried you’ll tarnish it.

“I’m glad you came.” Jaehyun beams at you, and you are sure that he’s tipsy.

“Me too,” you say and he almost looks relieved.

“Do you wanna go dance?” And you nod in response, taking his hand as he leads you to the dance floor. He immediately fits in, matching the rhythm of the music and the crowd around him, and you’re hesitant to join him. But he sends you a reassuring smile and tightens his hold on your hand, so you begin to sway your hips along to the song that is playing. 

Jaehyun pulls you closer, asking permission to hold you and when you comply, you feel his arms securing around your waist. He smells of fresh lavender and blueberries, an odd combination, but one that you grow comfortable with. Long fingers splayed across your waist, his touch burns against your own. The night passes with him whispering affections in your ears, lips feverishly grazing your skin.

The damage was done. 

As the months pass, a relationship blossoms between you quite soon after that and it is fascinating how quickly he etches himself into your life and very being. You go on dates, call him routinely, and lean on him for comfort. He gives you the best hugs and texts you goodnight, and when you need it, he always shows up on your doorstep with your favorite takeout.

Jaehyun is gentle with you, and you try to be gentle with him because you think he deserves the world, if not more. He thinks the same for you, but you fail to notice it. 

Instead, your mind is occupied with other matters, negative thoughts blooming like a poisonous flower, and villainizing any semblance of security you had. 

“Who was that?” You ask quietly, not wanting to intrude on his life but you are clearly unable to stop the curiosity from brimming. You don’t want to be that person, constantly nagging about their boyfriend’s whereabouts and acquaintances, but seeing Jaehyun close to one of his friends makes you feel some sort of way. And it’s not good, not at all.

“Ah, just a friend from high school.” His response is brief but cautious of whatever was bubbling in your heart. You don’t ask him anything more, and he does not say anything else, though you are well aware that he knows why you asked. Instead, he pulls you into an embrace, holding your body tightly against his. 

“I think you’re wonderful,” he murmurs, and just with those words, he sets your heart at ease. In place of a response, you lift your head up and press your lips against his own.

You think he is wonderful as well, perhaps too much, and that is why your relationship is doomed.

There comes a time when Jaehyun’s words no longer bring you ease.

Almost a year into your relationship, you find that the worries that once frequented your mind had now completely taken the reign of your heart. Rather than listening to and being honest with the boy you so very much loved, you began picking fights with him. Over things he cannot control and things he does not deserve the blame for, all the same, you find your insecurities becoming something much more dangerous.

“I told you, they are just a friend.” Unfortunately, Jaehyun had to say this more often than he would have liked, exhausting those words to the point where they did not mean anything to you anymore.

“I didn’t even say anything,” you argue, but he shakes his head.

“No, but you meant it. You always become tense and annoyed when you see me with someone else.”

“Are you saying I don’t trust you?”

“Don’t you not?”

And then you realize, that what was for you simply a projection of your own worries, was something else for Jaehyun. 

“I– I don’t mean, it’s just that–”

And like he always does, when he sees you practically unraveling before his own eyes, he brings his arms around you. “It’s fine,” he murmurs, kissing your hair.

But it’s not fine, and you both know that.

You decide to break up with him one week after that. 

There is no doubt that both of you know it’s coming, considering how the week passed with arguments and tears only, so he is not surprised when you approach him with a sad smile.

“I’ve gotta go,” you say softly. Somehow, you are not crying, but you avoid Jaehyun’s gaze just in case. One look at him, and you would probably be in tears.

“Where? Do you have class?” He asks this even though he knows well in his heart what you mean. Perhaps it was his way of holding onto you longer, even if it was just for a moment.

“I’ve gotta go away. From you.” There’s no other way to say it, he knew just as well as you that this relationship could no longer continue. Not with your insecurities and not with how unfair you treated him because of it. 

“Please, (Name)… can’t you stay any longer?”

“I’m sorry,” you say, shaking your head.

“It’s not your fault–”

You cut him off this time, unable to let him suffer because of your mistakes any longer. “No, Jaehyun, it is my fault. It has been this whole time. You’ve been nothing but good to me, and I’ve ruined you.”

He brings his hands to your cheeks, soft against your skin, and moves his lips so close to your own that you could feel his breath mixing with yours. “You say that like I did not willingly give my heart to you.”

“But that does not mean that I can keep hurting you like this.” Jaehyun lets out a sigh, agonizingly slow and painful. And then he steps away, knowing that there is nothing he can do that will change your mind.

He was the boy that everyone loved, but he only loved you. And you loved him back, just as much, maybe even more. But the fact that everyone loved him so much, that he was perfect in every way, that he was the boy of your dreams and everything more, pushed you beyond the extent of the feelings you harbored for him.

So yes, he was the sun but you were, in fact, his moon. Not a passing comet, not a fleeting moment, but someone who deeply meant something to him. The sun and the moon, poles apart, leading separate lives, yet somewhere, incomplete without each other.

© kisstuals, 2023