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Making An Heir (Eris Vanserra x Reader)
KINKTOBER DAY THIRTEEN: BREEDING
Summary// The pressure from the advisors and members of the court for the two of you to produce an heir is high. It is all anyone can talk about and while you certainly enjoy the idea of having children, you donât expect Eris to feel the same given his parental history. He has stayed mostly quiet on the subject until he catches you in the mirror with a pillow under your blouse, imagining what it would be like.Â
(I know this is out of order for the Kinktober fic but so many of you guys requested it so enjoy it, you dirty little readers. Also thanks so much for the anon who suggested subspace bc that was so much fun to write! ;))
WARNINGS: 18+, smut, breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk, subspace, dom!Eris, sub!Reader, cumming inside (pls wear protection), talk of pregnancy
You had been mated with Eris for five years now and it was like you were truly living for the first time. He was the center of your life, the ship in the middle of the ocean, the warm blanket you cuddled with at night. Life began and ended with him and you knew he felt the same way.
He spoiled you with anything you could ever want. Jewels, dresses, books, pets, anything your heart desired he would go find because he loved making you happy. You knew not every mated couple had such a good life, that sometimes fate was more than met the eye, but yours was truly meant to be.
Everything had been perfect in your livesâŠexcept for the last few months. The Autumn Court advisors had been prying into your private lives, pestering Eris on when he would produce an heir. It angered you every time it was brought up as they acted like it was your fault. As if you were the one who was refusing a child.
It couldnât have been farther from the truth. You had wanted children with Eris since you first started courting, dreaming about the little red-headed babes running around your feet. Fae pregnancies were incredibly difficult on the body and were also rare, however, you had no fear.Â
But you could not say the same for your mate. Eris avoided the subject like the plague. He would shut down his advisors with a simple wave of his hand and a frown while also doing the same with you.
You knew some of it was his own fears of fatherhood given how he was raised with Beron but you had assured him many times that he was not his father. Eris is ten times the man Beron was but he couldnât seem to understand that. It was one of his worst fears to turn out like him.
Eris was also terrified of something happening to you. He had heard of what almost happened to Feyre, albeit her situation was a little different. What if he lost you? He didnât have some magical gift from the Cauldron to bring you back. You would be gone forever and he would either be left alone or with a child who killed his mate, their mother. How could he love someone that did that?
The last two weeks had been full of tension as one of Erisâs brotherâs wives had fallen pregnant, announcing it in court with an evil smirk on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing by making such a public spectacle and you had had to force a smile the rest of the evening as everyone stared at you in judgment.
In their heads, you had only one job to do that you were currently failing at. This entire situation was weighing heavily on your shoulders but you did not want to force Eris into something he did not want.Â
However, that didnât mean you couldnât wish for it still, did it? That you couldnât desire it secretly in the quiet of your bedroom? Eris was supposed to be gone for the day on a hunting trip, the first heâs taken in a month, so no one should be seeking you out until nightfall.
Your eyes landed on a soft pillow atop your shared bed, biting down on the inside of your cheek as you walked quietly over and grabbed it. There was no real need for you to be quiet but you still felt as if you were doing something wrong. You went back to the mirror in the corner of your room and stood in front of it, positing yourself to the side.
With one hand you lifted up your skirts and used the other to stuff the pillow inside it until it was settled against your belly, making it pop and give a lumpy shape of roundness. It didnât look like a typical pregnant belly but the feelings that ran through you were all the same.
Sadness, pining, joy, pain, it was a cocktail of emotions that made your head spin.Â
You began to imagine it as your real belly, of all the dresses you could have tailored and how Eris would kiss your stomach every morning and night. Would Eris like you like this? Would he be constantly wanting to touch you, rub you, or would he want nothing to do with you?
Minutes passed as you watched yourself in the mirror, rubbing the pillow as if it were real. You were so lost in your fantasy that you didnât hear the heavy footsteps of your mate or the door opening.
âWhat are you doing?â His voice pierced through your imagination, making you jump and turn towards him.
âEris, I-â You flounder over your words, cheeks heating up as he stares at you with furrowed brows. âI was just, I mean, Eris Iâm sorryâŠâ
âIs that a pillow?â You couldnât tell if he was teasing you playfully or if he was genuinely upset. Either way, the embarrassment made you want to be swallowed by the floor. Quickly you yanked the pillow out from underneath your dress and held it behind your back, looking down at the floor.
âI know you donât want kids. I know you donât want to talk about it. I promise this isnât a trick or anything I just wanted-â You explained, tears wetting your eyelashes as he came over to you and lifted your head up.Â
âWhat did you want, my lady?â Eris murmured, amber eyes softening at how upset you were. âYou can tell me.â
âItâs nothing. I donât want to pressure you into anything.â
âY/N.â His voice was stern, knowing that wasnât the truth.Â
âI just wanted to see what I would look like pregnant.â You whispered. âIt was silly.â
âDo you want to be pregnant?â He asked you lowly, catching your eyes once more. âIs that what you want?â
You felt the words stuck in your throat as he stepped closer to you, caging you in his arms. When he found you thought that he was going to be angry or disappointed but this reaction was completely unexpected.
âMy advisors have been hounding my back nonstop over this⊠predicament of ours.â Eris continued on, the corner of his lip turning upwards. âDay after day, night after night. I had been worried you werenât ready, that you would be terrified, and yet here I catch you doing this.â
âI-â You tried to interrupt but quickly shut your mouth when he grabbed your hips roughly, turning you around so that your back was to his chest and you were staring at yourself in the mirror.
âYou what? Hm?â He taunted, intertwining your hand with his and slowly dragging it down your body. Goosebumps rose on your skin as his smoldering eyes never left yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. âYou want me to fill you up with my cum, little fox? To pound into you like a beast takes his bitch? To breed you?â
Eris loved to talk like this in the bedroom and you werenât ashamed to admit that you also loved it. The control, the domination, of his words made you melt and want to please him. And with the words he was saying about breeding youâŠit was no surprise that your pussy was clenching in anticipation.
âI asked you a question, Y/N. I expect you to answer.â Eris reprimanded, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his other hand came to circle around your throat. âIs that what my lady commands of her lord? To fuck an heir into her?â
Whiplash was the only thing that you could describe as feeling with how things were turning out. It was like a flip had been switched in him but you were already too drunk on lust to question it, nodding your head and whimpering.
âYes, yes, sir.â You answered, groaning when he untangled his hand from yours and squeezed your breasts through your dress. âIâŠI want you to fill me up.â
âBreed you. You want me to breed you.â He corrected, pinching your pebbled nipple which had you squirming. âSay it.â
You swallowed thickly and looked at him through the mirror.Â
âI want you to breed me, my lord.â
Eris grinned wickedly and turned you back towards him, wrapping your hair around his hand and pulling your neck back until it was almost at a ninety-degree angle.
âWell then, I suppose we better get started. Now.â
He was anything but gentle as he took the collar of your dress and ripped it with his bare hands, biceps flexing underneath the thin material of his shirt. You shivered as your body was exposed to the cool air.Â
âOn your hands and knees.â He orders, smiling when you immediately followed his command. Normally you would mouth off and be a little brat, asking for punishment, but tonight it seemed you were ready to be his good little girl.Â
You turn to look behind you, feeling your wetness grow from the way he was devouring you with his eyes. Eris began to rid himself of his clothes, his cock standing at attention and ready to pump you full of his hot seed. He climbed behind you, his large hands running over the curve of your ass.
The bed dipped as he knelt on his knees, pushing the material of your panties to the side to unveil your dripping cunt. âI love how wet you get for me, Y/N,â Eris growled, licking his lips. âIâve barely even touched you and you are already making a mess on these sheets.â
âIâm sorry, sir.â You whisper, not sure if he wanted you to apologize or not. He chuckled and ran a single finger down your pussy, collecting the juices and bringing them to his mouth.
âLook at my little fox using her manners.â He praised, moaning at the taste of you. âYou want this badly donât you?â
âMhm.â You nod, taking in shaky breaths as you felt hot air on your lips. It was a wonder that your entire body wasnât shaking with need at this point.
âWell what my lady wants, she gets.â Eris said before burying himself in your sex, his tongue flicking over your clit in quick swipes while his nose teased your hole. âFuck you taste like heaven on my tongue.â
You could only whine in response, legs squeezing either side of his head as he feasted on you. He knew all the right speeds and ways to eat you out, how to make you sing in pleasure. Your arms were wobbling from the waves of pleasure he was giving you.
The room was filled with the filthy sounds of him slurping you up, one of his hands kneading your ass while the other stroked his cock. You could hear the wet sounds of him touching himself, making you even more delirious.Â
âI want you to cum on my tongue, little fox.â Eris said firmly, taking your entire clit into his mouth and sucking. The action had you crying out in ecstasy, feeling like you were floating above your body as your entire body shook.Â
He was always able to make you cum quickly because he took the time to know everything that made you tick, good and bad. Eris used it to his advantage many times and tonight was no different. You didnât want this to be over so early but you also knew that tonight was special. This was going to be the first of many.
âEris, ah!â You cried out, feeling that coil in you snap. He grunted in satisfaction when you started to mindlessly grind backward onto his face, your hands fisting the sheets. âIt feels so good, sir.â
Every last drop of your cum went down his throat and his chin, his eyes closed in bliss. When you started to squirm from sensitivity he pulled back, holding the base of his cock and lining it up with your entrance.
âIâm going to breed you now,â Eris growled, not giving you a chance to recover as he thrust in until his balls slapped against your already tender clit. âAnd you are going to take it all, arenât you?â
You didnât answer fast enough, couldnât answer, as you were still reeling from what he had just done. However, your mate had little patience and was quick to grab your hair once more, pulling it until you whined.Â
âYes, Eris, yes,â You stuttered, enjoying the slight burn coming from your cunt as he stretched you out. âIâll take it all, Iâll be good.â
His eyes were almost completely black as he gave you a feral grin, pulling almost all the way out before stuffing you full. Your tits were bouncing with each thrust, your hair still wrapped around his hand as he threw his head back in rapture.
âI know you will. I know you will.â He cooed, pulling his head back to watch his cock go in and out. The sheets were indeed a mess underneath you, a giant wet stain that was only going to grow as the night went on.Â
One of your hands went down and began to fiddle with your swollen clit, moaning loudly as he fucked you hard. Eris noticed and clicked his tongue, using the hand that had your hair and pushing your face into the mattress.Â
âLook at you, already trying to cum again.â Eris jeered, his grip bruising on your hips. âMy lady is just a desperate little whore, isnât she? A little whore who wants to be bred, to carry my children and do it over and over and over again.â
Your cries were muffled as he laughed darkly, feeling the familiar tingle of his own orgasm creeping up his spine. âBut sheâs such a pretty whoreâŠâ He purred, letting go of your head to brush the hair out of your face. Your entire body was being jolted by the force of his body, and your mascara was smudged, but you were too high on your own lust to care.Â
âPlease, please, please, sir.â You babbled, bottom lip quivering. âI wanna cum, I want you to fill me up, please.â
He grunted and furrowed his brows, his long red hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat as he put all his concentration on your pussy. âYou donât get to cum right now, Y/N. I want you to hold it in for me.â
Erisâs thrusts grew sloppily as his balls tightened, picturing you with a swollen belly and heavy tits. It made his mouth water and he barely heard your pleas of mercy. You felt the first spurts shoot into you, his cum almost burning, and it made your entire cunt clench around his cock.
âDonât you fucking cum.â He swore, groaning in pleasure as he emptied himself into your womb. You felt tears fall down your cheek, desperately craving that release. It was taking all the will of your body to not give in to what you wanted.
The sheer amount of cum was too much for you to contain and it leaked through the seal of your lips, dripping onto your legs and the bed. He gave two more thrusts before pulling out completely, admiring the way he left you gaping and gushing.Â
âYou did so well, little fox.â Eris commended, pushing two thick fingers inside you and scooping out the mixture of his seed and your juices. He flipped you onto your back with one hand, your hair sprawling around you as he held those fingers over your mouth. âSuck.â
With tears staining your cheeks you followed his orders, chest rising and falling quickly as you swallowed it like you knew he wanted. Erisâs eyes turned tender upon seeing you, breaking the facade briefly to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You were grateful for it even though you were still aching for him to let you cum.
After a minute he pulled away, noticing you fidgeting. âDoes my little whore want something? Was that not enough for her?â
You nodded shyly, eyes widening when he laid down beside you and then patted his lap. His cock was already hard once more, glistening in the firelight. You climbed onto his lap, looking down at him.Â
âWell? What do you want?â He pressed, one of his hands resting on your hip while the other went to your cunt. Eris smirked as he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, enjoying the way you jumped. âYou want to cum again? Greedy little girl.â
âI-â You tried to interject but shut your mouth when he suddenly lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, your hole hovering above the tip of his dick.Â
âIt is greedy, Y/N.â He cut you off. âIf you want to cum again you need to say it.â
The words were on the tip of your tongue. Eris loved to make you say these things, to make you degrade yourself. It made you feel embarrassed but you also knew you werenât going to get what you wanted if you didnât.
âIâm a greedy little girl.â You murmured, sucking in a sharp breath as he thrust up slowly. Inch by inch he filled you again, both of your cum making it easy for him to slide in. âI want to cum again, to be filled up by you, sir.â
âRide me then, Y/N,â Eris ordered, letting you bottom out and giving you a hardy smack on your ass. âTake what you want. Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself cum.â
Some people would think that this was a blessing, that he was giving you what you wanted, but it was far from the truth. You did love riding him, loved watching him watch you, but he knew as well as you did that you needed him to make you cum. You couldnât do it yourself.
You began to bounce on him, hoping this time you might be able to do it without him, and moaned as he hit that spot deep inside you. Your hips rolled and breasts swayed with each rise and fall of your body, his amber eyes never leaving your face.
âThatâs it, my little whore, ride your lordâs cock.â He snickered, noticing the frustration building within you. âShow me how badly you want it.â
The need in your stomach was growing like an inferno. You were fucking yourself with all your strength, both of your hands resting on either side of his body as you whimpered through your teeth and closed your eyes in concentration.Â
âI want it, I want it, please sir.â You whined, your mind slowly slipping away from you as you seemed to stay on the edge of orgasm for hours. It was driving you insane. âEris, Eris, I canât. I need, I need-â
âWhat do you need, Y/N?â He cooed, smiling as your eyelashes fluttered and your hips finally slowed. His cock fell out of you and he knew you were getting into your subspace, something that made him feel tender and hungry at the same time. âDo you need my help?â
You barely had the coherency to nod, looking up at him with complete trust and want. âPleaseâŠâ
He kissed your forehead and rolled you onto your back, lining up his cock and inching himself inside you once more. Both of his hands interlocked with yours and brought them above your head, keeping you still as he started a slow, hard rhythm.
You called out his name in ecstasy, enjoying the way his lips trailed over your neck and collarbone. âMy sweet lady, so ready to take my cum and let me knock her up.â He breathed into your ear, pressing his forehead against yours.
âThis is all you want, all you need, is my cock inside you.â Erisâs breaths were coming faster now, loving the way your walls fluttered around him. âYou wanted to be bred and now you are. Your cunt is so full of me that youâll be leaking for days, feeling it drip down your leg but it doesnât matter because Iâll keep stuffing your pussy every night until this belly is round and tight.â
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt the crest of your orgasm coming up, your back arching off the bed as your throat burned from all the screaming you had been doing. All you could do now was whimper, your hands coming to circle around your neck as you babbled incoherently.
âEris, please, I wanna, please,â You turned your head from side to side, eyebrows scrunching together. âCum, let me, Gods, please!â
âDo it, Y/N.â Eris encouraged, moving his hips until he felt that squishy spot inside you that made you see double. âCum for me, my little whore. Cum all over my cock, let that pretty pussy clench around me. Be a good girl.â
Everything around you went white and your ears began to ring as you came, your toes curling and back arching even further until you were sure you were going to snap in half. Your mouth was opened in a silent scream, letting your body succumb to everything your mate was giving to you.
The sight of you coming undone was enough for Eris to follow behind you, his mouth covering yours as he held himself still. It made his balls ache from how hard he was cumming, cursing loudly as he pulled away to bury himself into the crook of your neck.
âTake it, Y/N, fucking take it.â He growled into your neck. âGods, you are so fucking tight on my cock.â
It took the both of you several minutes to catch your breath, Erisâs dick softening inside you as you struggled to come back to reality. He knew that this was rougher than normal, without any breaks, and he had probably pushed you to your limit.Â
But he had no regrets. And neither did you.
You barely registered when he scooped you up and nuzzled you close to his chest, whispering sweet nothings as he carried you over to the bathroom. Eris knew he needed to clean you before you went to bed and while he was waiting for the bath to fill, he couldnât stop himself from staring at your stomach and wondering if it stuck.
Either way, you two would definitely be doing this again.Â
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Hello Iâm new here, I just couldnât help but notices how lovely you write. So I have little request for you.
Can I request Nikolai and any characters you want reaction when their s/o hides stuff between her breasts?
omg welcome just my drunk friend! tysm!!!! i love nikolai im on it đ«Ą and dazai ofc..
has: no pronouns used but mention of boobs and bras, also one (1) use of the word tits. is that worthy of a warning? probably not. but Nikolai says it in a weird way bc heâs the worst so just in case đ€đ»
You knock feverishly on Nikolaiâs door. Fuck, where did you leave your key? Youâd already made it back to your apartment when you realized it wasnât in your pockets. The last place you were was Nikolaiâs, so if he didnât have it you arenât sure who would.
âNikolai, you dick,â you mutter under your breath. That asshole is definitely still awake, so why wasnât he answering the door?
The knocking ceases as Nikolai swings the door open, hair unbraided and eyes glimmering. âMissed me that badly?â He leans forward, bending down slightly to maneuver his face just above yours. âYou couldâve called, yâknow.â
âYeah, well,â you shrug. âI need to come in.â
âPushy!~â He pouts, crossing his arms and standing up straight. âNot even gonna say hello?â
A groan passes your lips, too frustrated at your missing key to play his games. âYou didnât.â You pause momentarily. Itâs less frustration and more so anxiety that makes your skin crawl and your tone snippy. âSorry, I just lost my key. Iâm worried I dropped it on the street walking home.â
Eyes lighting up, you wouldâve sworn Nikolai beamed down at you with two mismatched flashlights. âYou need your key, you say? And what if I told you I could procure it for you?â
Your shoulders slump down, relaxing. Heâs being an asshole, sure, but at least you know he has it. âPlease, Nikolai?â
âMm⊠You gotta promise not to be mad when I retrieve it. Especially since Iâll be your savior, you know!â He puffs out his chest, already proud before he has even produced the key.
âI promise, Iâll be eternally grateful as long as I can find that key.â
Nikolaiâs warm and ungloved hand slips under your loose shirt collar, digging beneath your bra and in between your breasts. You freeze, even with the warmth of his hand on you. Before you can chew him out for the random grope, the jester pulls your apartment key from in between, flashing both it and a wolfish grin to you.
You say nothing for a moment, just staring slack jawed at your key. Had you really..?
âYou dropped it in there before you left,â he shrugs before dropping the key back in between your breasts, not bothering to hand it to you properly. âAnd I just stare at your tits all the time, so I noticed.â
With a gentle smack to his bicep, you fish the key out once more and let out a sigh of relief. âThank god; I thought I was going to have to change my locks!â
âYou still should - I have, like, several copies of your apartment key littered around my apartment,â Nikolai smiles once more.
You donât even bother replying, just turning around and leaving his place for the second time that night, your apartment key in hand.
Dazai would start hiding things in there too. He tosses a pen your way before heading out on a mission, one where he knows you canât bring a bag along, just to watch as you stuff it in between your breasts. Youâd sigh resignedly, used to his actions by this point and having long given up arguing or telling him off.
When on said mission, heâd find any and every reason that one might need a pen and turn to you expectantly, waiting for you to pull it out and hold it out for him. Itâs always so warm after, heated up from its time nestled between where heâd like to be stashed away.
Youâd complain after he asks for the pen for the nth time, telling him if he needs to use it so often he can get one himself! Those words were meant to tell him to bring/carry his own pen, but heâd grinned before taking that as meaning he could jam his hand down your shirt to reach for it himself.
âWhat? You told me to grab it myselfâŠâ
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fox & rex ficbit
finally wrote some tcw! whoo.
tbh not entirely sure where this is headed (a lie: i know exactly where i want this to end up, and it is with alpha-17 storming coruscant in a fit of protective rage and also murder) and atm itâs just a lot of exposition ideas because...i still have no real solid feel for the characters?? so iâm kind of working through that.
it is exhausting. star wars fanon you are exhausting. why can my brain not just write with the tropes and be done with it
anyway basically rex and fox are alpha-17âČs feral children/brothers/students/?? because all three of them are competent chaos gremlins. set vaguely after geonosis but before the GAR is actually properly structured, bc if star wars doesnât know what its timeline is then why the hell should i
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Growing up on Kamino, Rex and Fox had three things in common: a taste for the popularly-loathed blue carbohydrate cubes, an unstoppable compulsion to always be the best at anything they did, and the extremely dubious honor of being Alpha-17's favorites.
Fox was one of the earlier Command Class clones decanted, the eldest of a batch that boasted Wolffe, Gree, Bly, and Cody: possibly the strongest CC batch that Kamino would ever produce. He came out with a massive chip on his shoulder and left his tact in his tube, and made a sport of talking back to every single trainer in the Cuy'val Dar--which was why he once spent two weeks in Medical with broken ribs, a punctured lung, and Dred Priest's bootprints on his chest.
On the other hand, Rex came from a CT batch that was nearly flushed for genetic deviation, and of the original five, only he and Crys made it past cadet training. He clawed to the top of all his training modules fueled by fear and spite, and did everything by the book to avoid any kind of attention that might further mark him as defective: he kept his head down and his mouth shut, no matter what he actually thought about things.
Alpha's ARC training was good for the both of them, in the end: it taught Rex how to speak his mind, and it taught Fox how to shut the fuck up.
"15 - 5," Alpha announced cheerfully, leaning on his training staff without even the slightest indication of being tired. Fox, flat on his back at Alpha's feet, wheezed something that might have been a curse.
"I'm starting to think that those 5 were a fluke," Rex said blandly.Â
Fox's next growl was definitely a curse, and he lifted trembling hands to sign something insulting and anatomically improbable in Rex's direction.
"Go on, stop whining into my mats," Alpha said, nudging Fox in the side with his foot. "It's time for me to beat the other little brat into the ground."
Rex watched, snickering, as Fox very clearly struggled to keep from offering Alpha a similar insult.Â
It was good that he was finally developing a sense of self-preservation.
It was just the three of them left in the gym, long after most sane troopers retreated to lick their wounds and get some kind of rest before they did the same thing all over again tomorrow. Even Fox's certifiably unhinged batch had abandoned them after a couple hours of extra training; most of the CCs had been tagged for the ARC classes, but some were taking to it with a little more enthusiasm than others.
Fox peeled himself off the floor, using his staff as a crutch as he staggered to the deceptive safety outside of the training ring. He passed Rex along the way; his encouraging pat on the shoulder turned into more of an uncoordinated smack to the side of the head, which Rex magnanimously decided to forgive on account of knowing he'd probably need Fox's help standing up later.Â
Alpha was brutal, and relentless, and more than a little bit of a dick, but he wasn't cruel. He pushed them hard, taught them everything he knew, and if sometimes Rex caught him looking at them like he was worried they'd vanish the moment they left his sight, well.Â
The campaign on Geonosis had been a hell of a debut. They'd lost thousands of brothers, and now they were all on edge waiting for their official postings. There was no telling where they'd end up next.Â
Fox would undoubtedly be deployed where the fighting was the heaviest; he came off Geonosis with a dossier of accolades and a near-spotless string of victories. The rest of his batch had done equally well--all save Cody, who'd been unwillingly left behind on Kamino with a grade three concussion and a broken orbital bone, courtesy of one of Isabet Reau's battle circles.
Rex was probably destined for something similar. He'd performed well enough that he was guaranteed an officer commission, and he'd been all but adopted into the Command class after taking control of a battalion that had lost their commanding officer. It would be an absolute waste to not send him to the front lines.
Once ARC training was over, once they got their assignments and shipped out, it was entirely possible this would be the last time that Alpha saw them both alive.
With that cheery thought in mind, Rex spun the staff in his hands, met Alpha's grim expression with a sharp nod, and launched himself into the ring.
(Later, after Alpha dumped them both in the showers and ordered them not to drown, Fox gave him so much shit for only managing to win three matches out of twenty. But he also hauled Rex into the closer barracks that he shared with his batch, shoved him into the empty bed, and immediately passed out on him, which was enough of a comfort that Rex figured he could put off his vengeance for later.Â
Maybe in the morning.
Maybe after they came back from the war, and they could prove to Alpha that he hadn't just sent them off to die.)
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it's easy to fall (harder to leave)
pt. 2 of what if I (never) told you I had fallen // angst + happy ending bc once more I can't handle pain
hello, I lived from suffering from 2 weeks of cramming. enjoyyyy
"thank you for much for coming into this interview!" you couldn't help but feel the ball of anxiety slowly build up as the interviewer happily closes out the segment of the show.
feeling vulnerable underneath all the gazes of the cameras and the live audience wasn't a new feeling to you. after all you are the writer and producer of the group, the brains that help create the identity of your art. you had to learn how to battle the pressure, criticism and hardship your group had to go through everytime you had a comeback with the title track coming from (mostly) you
now that was out in the open, all you had to do was figure out if she understood what you said in that interview, if she ever bothered to watch it anyway.
the promotion period came and went, draining you both physically, mentally and emotionally. you had never felt more thankful for a break that lasted longer than usual.
on the first day of the said break, your group decided to have a brunch out before going your seperate ways. some decided that it would be best spent with their families, and some decided that they're going to spend it in their dorms, recharging their energies and hanging out more with other idol friends.
you also decided to do the second one, with the intention of finding more thrift shops across the city to get some clothes for the fall. so when the brunch rolled around, you had a notebook with you at the table to show to your group how you made your most recent song.
"you know" your maknae mumbled as she flips the pages on her left hand and eating her food on the right hand "I knew you liked her this much but not far enough to make a song that brought us 5 wins"
"no pain, no gain" you joked while playing with the ends of your sweater, a habit you do when you get nervous "but honestly I didn't expect that too. the liking her that deep kind of thing"
"whatever it's worth" your leader gives you a reassuring pat on the back "it's good that you're painfully aware of your feelings and doing your best to try to move on"
yeah. trying to move on is a hard ongoing experience for you. especially when you see son chaeyoung spam your phone that you'd deliberately leave in your dorm to avoid confrontation
yeah, definitely a hard experience on you
"thanks you guys" you give them a smile before they end up swishing you into a group hug with shouts (of love) in between
after the brunch, you found yourself waking along side the han river. taking in the scenery of the happy people around you with the change of a more chilly season.
finding your usual spot, you sit down, opened your notebook and started to scribble random drawings your mind thought of.
a pair of lips, a bouquet of flowers, a small tiger, two promise rings, a bunch of random strawberries-
fuck.
fuck fuck fuck.
you really need to figure out new things to draw and not anything associated to chaeyoung anymore
closing it shut, you decide it's the best idea to finally head back home and get some rest. you stand up and start walking back home. you barely take more than 10 steps when you feel your phone vibrate in your bag, indicating that there's a caller
not bothering to check the name of said caller, you answer your phone while continuing your walk
"hello, y/n speaking"
"stop walking and turn around"
you feel your heart stop as you quickly turned around, seeing chaeyoung standing right there with a phone against her ear.
by the heavens she still looks gorgeous as the day you lost her
"you should really stop avoiding me" she complains as she drops the call
"I wasn't avoiding, I was just busy with the comeback" you can't be in her presence right now, not when your heart is still hurting "and speaking of comeback, I just finished my promotion period, so I'm heading back home to get some rest"
you tried walking away from her to save your already broken heart, but she grabs your arm and tugs you back to her. the grip not leaving any negotiations to let you go
"y/f/n I swear to god" even though she's tiny, you swear that son chaeyoung angry is a scary thing "you will not avoid me again"
you avoid her gaze and only stared at the ground, feeling the sobs climbing out of your throat "you know why I do"
"no I don't"
"yes you do"
"no" you can hear the hurt and desperation in her voice "I don't"
you still refuse to look at her as the tears blur your vision
"yes." you feel the grip finally loosening up but the emotional pain leaving you to stay put to the ground "yes you do, it's true. it's all true"
you don't hear the laughter of the people anymore. you can't hear the swaying of the trees and the crunch of the leaves anymore. you only hear the sound of your heart taking in more cracks as you finally admit it to her
"y/n" chaeyoung brings you into a hug as you softly cry into her shoulder "y/n/n"
"I'm sorry" you gasp out as you feel each wall finally come crashing down "I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't want to scare you away-I was so scared-"
"it's ok" she cuts you off, rubbing circles on your back to calm you down "you don't have to be sorry"
"I should be" you shake your head, remembering that he's still in her life "it's not fair for you and for him"
she feels her heart break at that, even if you had the chances to hate him and tell her to break up with him, you still choose to support it despite loving her
"you don't have to be with me unnie" you pull away to properly look at her despite the tears still going, to show that you're serious "it's ok. I'll be ok"
"no" she softly calls out and tries to stop your from leaving, but you were determined to go "no no no please don't go"
"unnie" you plead with her, gently prying her hands away from you depite the panic settling in her eyes "I'll be fine, just give me some time and I'll be back being your best friend"
this has to be it right? the good decision that brings your heart and her's at ease sooner or later
"for what it's worth" you smile with all the love that lets you "thank you for teaching me what is love, my muse"
that breaks her.
"don't go" she's more stubborn now, her eyes panicking as she tries to bring you in "please don't go away again"
"how will I move on if you won't let me go?" you gently push her away but she clings unto you with all the strength that she can have
"don't move on, just, please stay. don't go. don't leave. please don't. I can't handle you gone again" she cries out "I just got you back, please don't go"
"unnie" you try to reason with her but it's hard. not when you also tears come out of her eyes and you're quick to wipe them away
"don't go" she whispers, as if she's scared to scare you away "come back home to me please"
you can't say no to that, not when she still has your heart in that palm of the hand just like that.
"what about him?" you can't help but feel the guilt eat you up inside but chaeyoung is quick to shut it down
"broke up with him the moment I heard your interview" she explains "I couldn't be in a relationship with him when I know my heart couldn't move on from you. he understands too and I couldn't let you slip away from me"
"what do you mean" you feel your brain run through a million thoughts, the most prominent one being "couldn't move on?"
she doesn't say anything, only bringing you back to her dorm, to her room to show you the amounts of notebooks she ran through that was just full of drawings, pictures and words that were all of you.
you sit on her bed as you trace her drawings of you, each one accurate with your features. you can't help but feel tears come back
"don't cry" she kisses your tears away, bringing her hands to cradle your face "it hurts to see you cry"
"I can't help it" you look into her eyes and feel the overwhelming sense of relief and love "it's hard to believe something you're brain thought was impossible"
"it's not" chaeyoung reassures you, just as you always did for her "it's not hard to fall in love with you and it's not easy to move on from you too"
she kisses you that day, as you both mend your hearts over sharing stories of how you both fell in love with each other. each crack won't be healed that day but as the weeks, months rolled by and as you both go back to each other, you can feel it getting better
"my muse" you whisper one night as she sleeps in your arms, the moon giving her the softest glow "I'm home"
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Sunshine
a silly thing i wrote just bc i liked the idea of saeran in a straw hat :)
On warm days, you often find Saeran hunched over in the garden, hands muddy, softly murmuring to the plant heâs working on at the moment. You like to joke that they know him as well as you do, with how much he talks to them.
His skin has started to take on some colour after spending so much time outside, which gives him a healthy glow. When you come close to kiss him, you see the faintest hint of freckles dusted over his nose and cheeks. The first time you see them, you pepper his face in kisses and tell him heâs pretty (heâs starting to believe you).
It means more to the two of you than it would to anyone else. Each freckle is a reminder that he is finally able to spend time outside under the sky. They are a marker of this new life he has found.
It doesnât make him immune to sunburns, though. Itâs easy for him to lose track of time as he works and come inside after a long day with his cheeks and forehead burning red. You gently spread aftersun on his face and remind him that he needs to take care of himself.
One sweltering summer day, you come out into the garden to bring him something to drink. Today, heâs tending to the produce garden. Itâs a small experiment he started at the beginning of the year. He likes the idea of being able to provide small things for his family (even though you often remind him that he provides much more than the vegetables he harvests).
He has forgotten his sun hat somewhere in the garden, probably taken off for a second and left behind as he moved on to the next task. You find it as you make your way to him and pick it up, smiling to yourself. Itâs a simple hat, made of straw with a wide brim to protect his face from any further burns. You bought it for him on a whim while in the garden centre and you canât help but smile every time you see him in it. You now have a matching one to wear on days you join him outside.
He hears you approaching and turns to greet you. He smiles widely and you admire the way the sunlight glints off his hair. Youâre holding the hat behind your back so he canât see, and heâs all too happy to accept the drink you offer him (a strawberry lemonade this time) and not ask any questions yet.
When heâs least expecting it, you plop the hat back onto his head with a soft âone more thing, darling.â He looks up at you under the brim and smiles guiltily. You lean down and kiss him hard before returning back inside, promising to bring him a snack soon.
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Send âOopsâ for your muse to catch mine in just a towel || Accepting !
@mcltiples sent: âOopsâ { To Mercenary Rick from Vampire Rick // skipping a little forward to when they first start living together bc i think it'll be funny xD }
Rick let out a slow, heavy breath as he turned off the water, taking a moment to run a hand in his wet locks before stepping out of the shower. The bathroom was filled with steam and the mirror was completely fogged, so much that his reflection was reduced to blurry brush of colours.
Usually he was quick and efficient when it came to washing himself up, never lingering longer than it was strictly necessary. It was a habit he had formed during his years spent in space, living on bases and ships and shitty alien motels. At times he had too little water or it was extremely expensive to procure. Others it was contaminated, so the less you used, the better.
That day, however, his thoughts wouldn't leave him alone, no matter how hard he had tried to shut them up. He had tinkered with one of his projects, but his focus had kept wavering. He had spent an hour exercising, but the moment he had stopped to catch his breath, the shadows in his mind had inevitably surged up once again. Hell, he had even gone to take a walk in the woods, but that had just made it worse.
In the end, he had given up on finding a distraction and had focused on relaxing as much as possible. Standing under a stream of too hot water, concentrating only on the burning trails it left on his skin in its passing, had seemed like a good place to start.
It had turned out to be the right choice. The intrusive thoughts had faded into an incomprehensible murmuring in the back of his head, even if they had left behind a cacophony of emotions and exhaustion. It was more bearable than the flashbacks and the voices, but it was still unpleasantly draining.
He could feel it in his bones, an ache that had nothing to do with the recurring pains his surgeries had left behind.
Biting back another sigh, Rick wiped some of the condensation off the mirror with his forearm. He met his own gaze for a moment, taking in the dark bags under his eyes, before moving on the metal plate that decorated his left temple. On this sort of days, looking at it made him feel like one of his devices, a bunch of parts that didn't belong with each other but that had been unnaturally forced together by cleverness and advanced technology.
Yet, all the genius in the universe couldn't have turned them into something whole and purposeful. All it could be, all he could be was functional.
With a scoff, the mercenary turned away from the mirror and briefly rubbed his hair with a towel, before wrapping it around his waist. Having a pity party wouldn't have helped anyone, especially not his mood. He had better hurry up to head back to his room, so he could have drunk himself unconscious.
Rubbing his eyes absent-mindedly, he padded out of the bathroom, distractedly registering the coolness of the floor against the plants of his bare feet. The cabin was dead silent, but that wasn't unusual. Even during the day it tended to be quiet, unless Rick himself was the one producing noises. The other two dwellers of the place were as quiet as the shadows they tended to lurk in.
And speaking of...
Rick visibly jumped as his gaze landed by chance on one of the recesses that opened in the corridor. Not only the darkness there looked suspiciously thicker, but what abruptly brought him back to reality where the bright violent eyes shining through it, as if they had had a light of their own.
"G-God fuckin' dammit...!" The mercenary cursed, one hand shooting down to grab the towel that had loosened around his waist, threatening to fall off completely.
The surprise, however, was quick to fade and it was soon replaced by a mixture of anger and exasperation. Damn his housemate and his creepy habits. Vampires might not need to sleep and they rarely did, especially at night, but the blood-sucking asshole seemed to pull that sort of shit on him on purpose. It had happened way too many times for it to be just a coincidence.
"A-Are you for fuckin' real?! C-Can't a guy grab a shower in peace?" He threw his free hand in the air. "...Listen, I'm not in the mood, alright? I-It's...I'm going to my room to get drunk. Alone."
And he was planning to do it fast, also because he was getting more and more aware of the fact that he was standing there, almost completely naked, while his alternate was fully clothed. He had never really cared about decency, but for some obscure reason the idea of being fully undressed in front of the vampire made him uneasy.
It also made his face hit up a little, but Rick was hellbent on not acknowledging it.
Sucking in a breath through his nose, he greeted his teeth and forced himself to walk past his housemate, barely resisting the temptation to glance back over his shoulder, towards those bright eyes. He could feel them burning into his flesh, following the curve of his spine, caressing his too many scars.
If his steps got a little too fast and if he darted inside his room, almost slamming the door behind him, the mercenary pretended not to have noticed it. He hadn't run away. Hell no. He was just in a hurry to get wasted, that was all.
And yet, even as he finally brought a bottle to his lips, swallowing a generous mouthful of liquor, all he could think of as the alcohol burnt down his throat were ageless features and glowing orbs ominously piercing the darkness.
...Well, shit.
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window. (james potter x fem!reader)
summary: just some domestic morning bliss with your husband and hazzie
a/n: this was written on my phone at 8:46 am on a whim. donât ask whyâŠ..
warning: hottie!dilf!james. spelling errors bc iâm too tired to check itâŠand gooey stinky love fluff. screaming child (ew) non-sexual nudity (like barely), feeding baby harry but like barely described.
(if you saw my last postâŠthis is no surprise)
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the loud screams and obnoxious wails of the newborn is what awoke james. not the sound of his you whispering his name into his ear, while you idly scratch at the messy mane sat atop his head. or the chirping of the birds that he could hear because he accidentally left the window open in your bedroom once again.
nope. screaming. blood curdling screams, only viable to be produced by someone being chased by a deranged killer.
peering his eyes open, however, james wasnât met with the sight of a psycho killer trying to hurt his son. on the contrary. he was met with the bright pastel yellow of the nursery walls, and a blurry view of 4 month old harry james potter.
rising up rapidly, not without a quick crack of his entire spine, because james decided it would be good to sleep on the hardwood floor of the nursery. grasping his son in his arms and back and forth he quickly silenced the uncontrollable toddler. silence.
âyou want your mama, bubba?â james knew the answer already considering it was 7:23 am, prime time for harryâs first of many feeding for the day. harry replied in some baby blabbers and james set off on his hunt through the home to find you.
today started off good. awoken by the warming rays of the fall sun and the light burst of breeze rolling through the open window, seriously james needs to stop leaving those open. a quick stretch and scratch of you head, and you knew you were ready to face the day. yet, when you rolled over to snuggle back into jamesâ warmth, you discover your husband was nowhere to be found.
you were none the wiser, to your distressed baby in the other room ,(thankfully) to the silencing charm you and james placed over your bedroom the night prior. however, your husband being himself couldnât help but check on your son during the night only to find him awake, bouncing around his crib as if preparing to run a marathon. and because he couldnât wake you, seeing as how gorgeous you were laid only in his shirt, hair a mess and sound asleep in your shared room, james decided to play with your son, until harry, and apparently himself, fell sound asleep.
as if he could read your mind, right as you were about to get up and search for your husband and child, james saunters in the room, glasses crooked on his faces surely due to the musings of your son, both of whom were sporting their infamousâand practically unmanageableâpotter curls.
âbaby, look itâs mama.â james points a finger at you wiggling it in harryâs face, until the boy lets out some giggles. handing him over to you, james sits down beside you against the headboard.
âhey, haz..howâd you sleep pretty boy?â and even though your son definitely could not understand what was being said you two didnât mind. responding with more of the indecipherable words, harry gets distracted by pulling on your messy bed-head.
âyou should have heard him. screaming like he just won the lottery. pretty sure heâs hungry.â you quickly take off yourâjamesââshirt and the boy eagerly begins feeding.
petting your sons wild tresses, you turn your attention to your husband who is staring with heart eyes at you and your baby. âwhere were you, j? i woke up and you werenât here.â wiping a fake tear and putting on an exaggerated pout, james letâs out a sleepy laugh
james sheepishly rubs the back of his neck and plasters on a dazzling smile,âi went to check on haz last night, and i must have fallen asleep in thereâ as you go to respond, he quickly silences you with a kiss. and as clichĂ© as it sounds, his warm lips against yours are enough to blur out all that is around you. but the kiss ends quickly, much to quickly for his liking, as he decides to chase after your lips with his own.
âgo close that window and iâll give you another kissâ
and as james jumps up and slams the window closed while you lay in the bed rocking your son back to sleep, he canât help but think how lucky he is to met a woman such as yourself, who can put up with his quirksâespecially the one with a window.
fin
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this is how i think itâd go if you went to visit bts at work and gave them a little peck on the lips
namjoon:
youâd probably walk into his studio and heâd be at his desk headphones in playing back some beat or revising some lyrics
youâd come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck effectively stealing his attention away from the track
and thatâs when youâd place a nice little peck on his lips
but that wouldnât be enough for him so before you could even fully break apart heâd already be chasing your lips
heâd roll his chair around to properly face you placing one hand at the back of your neck bringing you back to him immediately slipping his tongue in your mouth
what once was a cute little greeting turned into a sensual experience as he gently massaged your tongue with his
and when he felt like he had his fill of you for the time being he pulled back, smiling, dimples on full display and said âhey, baby.â
the depth of his voice would send shivers down your spine and you would settle into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck picking up where he left off just bc he was done didnât mean you were
seokjin:
youâd probably end up at hybe headquarters after seokjin called you when he was done with his day to get dinner together
youâd call him to let him know youâre outside and within a minute heâd be in your car
youâd lean over the center console to give him a peck to which heâd immediately complain
âwoooowww iâve been at work all day and thatâs all i getâ
youâd swallow down the urge to tell him that he not the only one that work in favor of rolling your eyes and pressing your lips to his again for a little longer
that wouldnât be enough for him though âjust one more,â heâd request.
âone more.â
âone more.â
he knew that asking for a kiss from you was a dangerous game
could feel it in the way he melted against you
could tell by the way he seriously thought about giving you one of his rolex watches you jokingly said youâd steal and sell
or one of his cars you said youâd steal and sell
thought about giving you the world just for one more kiss
yoongi:
with yoongi youâd probably enter his studio (heâs always in the studio) with the code he gave you
which the fact that you were the only one other than himself that had the code did inexplicable things to your heart you couldnât really delve into without feeling like you were gonna explode
anyway youâd walk in the room and he already knew it was you like you said you were the only other one who could freely enter and heâd be at his monitor doing whatever producers do
âhey just gimme one secâ
and you knew how that one went sometimes it was actually just a few seconds sometimes it was a few hours until you had his attention but you didnât mind you ainât have anything else to do just wanted some company
you didnât wanna disturb him too much but you couldnât help yourself so you walked to him turned his head to face you and quickly kissed him before recoiling to the couch a few feet away
10-15 minutes later he was summoning you over to him, pulling you into his lap, and using his thumb and index finger to trap your chin bringing your lips back to his for a proper kiss
you sighed contentedly afterwards laying your head on top of his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, showing you what he was working on
hoseok:
hobi was usually a super organized person liked for everything to have a place and everything to be in that place
but you were his little chaos and organization was definitely not his top priority when he was with you taking second place to soaking up every ounce of your presence in whichever way you would allow him
so really it was no surprise when he texted you asking if youâd seen his little notebook where he wrote his lyrics and whatever other ideas or thoughts popped into his head
it took a bit of searching to find but you had it and he was very fortunate you liked him it was the only reason you were willing to drop it off before work
you made sure to let him know he was the reason you looked ugly today the trip to his office severely cutting your usual routine and he made sure to let you know that a) you were beautiful no matter what and b) he would make it up to you
it was only your second time at the new building your first time was when he invited you along for their first look at the hybe insight museum so it was safe to say you had absolutely no idea where you were going despite the detailed instructions one of the staff gave you upon entry if you hadnât run into taehyun you probably wouldâve been running around that building for another hour
you were thoroughly unamused with the situation but hobi looked so cute and sheepish when you entered the practice room wrapping his arms around you immediately alternating between expressing his gratitude and regretfulness that you couldnât help but press a small kiss to his mouth
an action you instantly regretted bc a) it caused him to start pressing kisses all over your face in return b) it caused an eruption of various forms of shouting from the six other boys you failed to notice upon entry
you pushed at his chest as heat flooded your body from embarrassment preparing to leave you were going to be late for work âbe goodâ you told him personally before shouting âhave fun!â at the other members
jimin:
your days off hardly coincided with jiminâs days off mostly bc he never really had days off always had to go in for one thing or another
but his days werenât always jam packed some days like today he had a meeting in the morning and a meeting in the evening and not much else to do besides that
and he was the absolute worst at entertaining himself always needed to find someone elseâs business to get into and as the object of his affection you were always his first choice
he tried not to bother you too much when you were busy though no matter how clingy he was and he was awfully clingy
if you two werenât able to be joined at the hip in your free time you were definitely on the phone and if he wasnât the object of your affection as well you wouldâve started ignoring him a long time ago as it stands he was the best company
anyway he knew you were off today and had no plans other than finding a new anime to start so naturally when he found himself bored out of his mind he was in your ear purring down the line for you to come to him
it didnât take too much convincing your attention span wasnât on your side so you couldnât really get into anything and even though you literally saw jimin yesterday you missed him :\
itâs why you didnât hesitate to land a peck on his lips upon meeting him again and latching onto his arm firmly as he led you to one of the small practice rooms they had
âso tell me about your dayâ
you looked him over suspiciously he had that mischievous glint in his eye so you knew he was up to something
and you were right you werenât more than two sentences in to your answer before he was pressing his lips to yours in a long lingering kiss
âiâm sorry continueâ
âum...â your attention span really wasnât with you and it was hard to retrace your train of thought with your lips tingling and the hairs on the back of your neck raised
you eventually found your mental footing and continued speaking about your day which had more or less turned into you ranting about haikyuu when again mid sentence he captured your lips between his own one hand tracing up and down your spine while the other held your head into place so he could lick into your mouth just the way he liked
âgo onâ he panted slightly breathless once you finally broke apart
âjimin...â you whined
he giggled at his own antics loved riling you up found it so cute how you couldnât even try to keep the dreamy look off your face âyou like me so much donât you?â he asked with a self assured grin etched onto his face
you did
taehyung:
sometimes he felt so sorry to you hated cancelling on you because something came up or another thing ran over time
you were always cool with it tho never made a huge fuss of it which he was forever grateful for bc he really did love his job
but he really loved you too
he had to cancel three separate times just this week alone and he was missing you something bad
and even though he really wanted to take you out and do something nice for you like you deserved at this point he just wanted to see you
missed seeing you in person and having you in his arms
thatâs how you found yourself on a bench tucked into a quiet corner of the upper garden at a table chairs side by side his hands toying with yours as you caught him up on your week so far
he was kinda obsessed with you and you loved it because having his undivided attention felt so so good
so you couldnât help but close the gap, briefly pressing your lips to his
the slight blush that took over his cheeks had an insane amount of serotonin flooding your brain you loved him so much
even more so when he surpassed his bout of shyness and unabashedly brought you closer to him and attempted to make up for a weekâs worth of lost kisses
jungkook:
sometimes life got busy for the both of you and even though you meant to meet up it just didnât happen
but once you finished your work week you made it your mission to see him as soon as possible
youâd texted him when you got off and he told you he was finishing vocal practice then going to workout which left you with enough time to stop home and freshen up before he was done
as expected his trainer told you he was in the shower when you popped up so you decided to wait in the hallway for him to come out
âheeeeey what are you doing hereâïżŒ
you looked up from your phone to see your slightly damp very buff boyfriend grinning down at you
almost instantly you were hugging him arms wrapped around his waist before pulling back slightly pecking him on the lips
which set something off inside jungkook a shock ran down his body just from the feeling of your lips pressed against his
âletâs hang outâ you agreed immediately âi just need to grab something from my studio firstâ
he laced your hands together dragging you alongside him and as soon as you entered the room he had you pinned against the door hands on your hips kissing you with far greater ferocity than you could have anticipated
and itâs like jungkook knew he missed you but he didnât realize just how much until he had you in his arms your lips on his
kissing you felt like home and his introverted self never wanted to leave the house couldnât even help the groan that escaped the back of his throat as you took control of the kiss and made a mental note to remember to never deprive himself of this pleasure again
one of his hands slid down your thigh lifting your leg until you got the hint to wrap both of them around his waist allowing him to show off his strength and grope you at the same time
âjk,â you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss
his lips were chasing yours the second you broke contact he didnât care about breathing when a fire was spreading through his body
you indulged him for a few more seconds before breaking apart again
this time his lips traveled down your neck kissing and sucking until you were making the prettiest sounds for him
you felt like you were going to explode his hands were squeezing your butt and his lips were on your neck and you were going to explode
âjk...â you whined again tugging lightly at the hair on the nape of his neck
he made his way back up your neck pressing a hard kiss on your cheek before gently nudging your nose with his âhmmm?â
and suddenly you were staring directly into his eyes big and pretty and filled with stars shining just for you
you were going to explode âletâs get out of hereâ
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made for you // v.h.
hello.. im sorry i havent been posting. school has been keeping me busy but i wanted to post this. this idea comes from @yelenasdarling so thank you ! i recommend listening to halleyâs comet by billie eilish (as well as the whole album) bc thatâs the song that is being discussed in this (as well as many others), so yuh. enjoy ! and i promise i havenât forgotten about party @ y/ns !
vinnie hacker x singer!fem!reader
Word Count: 1408, edited
WARNING: MAJOR FLUFF LUV
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As the year was coming to an end, so was your debut album. For months, youâd been working with the best producers, musicians, and doing endless promo for this album and within a few days, youâd be playing it for the label. Obviously because it is your first record, youâre protective over it. No one had heard it besides the people working on it. So, you were a bit nervous to let your pleading boyfriend, Vinnie, tag along to the studio with you.
It was Friday, and you two had been chilling in his room when your producer, Sarah, said she needed you to go over it before the label meeting. As you bid your goodbyes to Vinnie, informing him of the reason for your departure, he pouted. âWhy canât I come?â he nearly cried, giving you his puppy dog eyes. Because you couldnât resist themâand you just canât say ânoâ to himâyou allowed him to come.
Now here the two of you were, in the studio and listening to Sarah go on and on about how long it took for her to finish mastering it. Your manager, Jen, had came too. She had to hear the album for herself also. She couldnât have her client looking a mess in front of her bosses. Bad for business and her reputation.
ââŠand after an hour or two of making sure your vocals were clear, I finally finish the album.â Sarah explained. âHonestly, this is probably the best album Iâve produced in a minute, and I worked on SZAâs album.â
âThat good?â Vinnie asked with a smirk, leaning against the studio door. âThatâs sick. Iâm ready to listen to it.â
As that sentence left Vinnieâs mouth, you felt your anxiety overcome you. âAre you sure, Sarah? There has to be some sort of adlib I need to rework or something. Canât be ready so soon.â
âY/n, it canât get any better than this. This is a solid project. I should know, I spent days listening to it over and over again. Trust me, itâs ready.â
âBesides, itâs too late to rerecord now.â Jen added. âThe label meeting is next Thursday, and we donât have a week for Sarah to mix and master all over again. Once the label gives us the greenlight, if thereâs anything to tweak, you can do it before you have to submit the final project. But until then, no changes and no additions.â
You sighed, nodded your head. Itâs not that you were afraid of it not being perfect. You were more scared of what Vinnie would think. I mean, heâs the one who inspired the album; more than half of the songs are about him. His opinion meant everything to you, and if he didnât like an inch of itâŠthat would destroy you.
As you were sulking and picking at your chipped nail polish, Vinnie wandered over to you where you sat at the soundboard with Sarah. He leaned against it and smiled down at you. âWhatâs the matter, baby?â
âNothing.â You sighed, keeping your head down. He scoffed and chuckled. âY/n, youâre playing with your nail polish. You always do that when youâre upset.â
He pulled you up and took you out of your seat before sitting down himself and placing you on his lap. âTell Santa whatâs up.â He joked, wrapping his arms around your waist.
âIâm just nervous. This album means so much to me.â
âCompletely understandable. Itâs your first one, it should mean a lot to you.â
You shook your head. âItâs not just because of that. Itâs also because itâs about you. The only reason you havenât came with me to the studio until now is because I didnât want you to hate anything on this, and it would kill me if you did.â
âY/n, look at meââyou finally met his eyes for the first timeââI could never not like anything you do. Especially if itâs dedicated to me. Thatâs like throwing away a gift you gave me. I wouldnât ever do that. So donât think for a minute that Iâd hate this. Thatâs literally impossible.â
You smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead. âYouâre too good for me.â
âI know.â He laughed and turned to Sarah. âPlay us the album!â He said dramatically, sending the producer into a fit of giggles.
She followed his orders and with a few clicks and the press of a button, the first song from your album rang out from the studio speakers. You watched timidly as Vinnie bobbed his head up and down as it went from track to track.
âThis shit slaps!â He exclaimed as âY/n Bossa Novaâ played. He nearly about died during âOxytocinâ, claiming it to be god tier. Minutes went by until you got to the final track âHalleyâs Cometâ, and you were scared to play him this song.
While the other tracks were quite playful in nature, this one was different. The song was a bit cynical, but it was also like a love letter to Vinnie. Never before have you ever felt what you had with him. And at first that made you scared. But as the months went by and your relationship started to blossom, you realized he was the one for you. This was just your way of telling him that.
When it started, you looked everywhere but at Vinnie. It wasnât just because you couldnât bear to see the expression on his face, but also because this song was quite emotional. You didnât want him to see you âbeing a little bitchâ as you put it.
The sound of your soft vocals bounced off the walls and you felt Vinnie place his chin on your shoulder. His hold on you grew tighter as he swayed you two back forth. A small smile crept itâs way onto your face as you tried your best to stray away from crying.
âIâve been loved before, but right now in this moment,â you sung, âI feel more and more like I was made for youâŠâ
When those lyrics hit, you felt Vinnie stop swaying. Hell, you were pretty sure he had stopped breathing too. You didnât know what to think about that; did he not like the song, is he shocked? What was he thinking and feeling? Shortly after, the song came to an end with you singing, âI think I might have fallen in loveâŠwhat am I to do?â
And with that, the album finished. The room was silent, the only sound being your sniffles. Although that was broken when Sarah screamed. âWasnât that amazing!? Ugh, my powerâŠI really outdid myself on this one.â
Thankfully, Jen understood the impact of that last song. âSarah, why donât we go get a Snickers or something from the vending machine?â
âI canât eat anything fatty, Jen. You know this.â
Jen mouthed some profanities and threats at the woman causing her to shoot up from her chair and run out into the hallway. âWeâll leave you two alone for a minute.â Jen smiled, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.
Neither of you or Vinnie spoke and that somewhat was comforting. However, part of it made you feel insecure about the album, âHalleyâs Cometâ in specific. Out of all the songs, thatâs the one you wanted him to like the most.
The silence soon grew uncomfortable, so you decided to be the first to speak. âWell, that was the album. Whatâd you think?â
He opened his mouth, but it was obviously he couldnât find the right words to say. âI-I donât know how to even put it in words.â
âThat bad?â You sighed.
âNo, never.â He laughed. âIt was beautiful, all of it really. And that last song, that was amazing.â
You pursed your lips, hiding the grin wanting to break free. âYou think so?â
âYeah, it was definitely one of my favorites. To know I had that much of an impact on you, itâs really sweet. I didnât think I could simp for you any harder than I do now.â
âShut up!â you laughed, slapping his shoulder.
âItâs the truth!â he said, throwing his hands up in defense. âI love you, Y/n. I really do.â
âI love you too.â And with that, he laid a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips.
Pulling back, he said, âOh and just so you know, I agree with you.â
âOn what?â
âYou were definitely made for me.â
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saying things they donât mean during an argument
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thank you to anon for this request <3
characters ⥠msby black jackals (hinata, sakusa, atsumu, bokuto)
content warning ⥠angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, swearing, crying, adoption (sakusaâs) & suffocation (?)
kĆtarĆ bokutoÂ
⥠you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest - you knew he was a bit boyish sometimes but you never expected him to be so childish in regards to a simple request
âĄÂ âbokuto, i have so much on my plate!â you cried, tightly gripping the sheets underneath you, âplanning the wedding, going to work, doing almost every chore in this damn house and filing all our fucking taxes!â
⥠you momentarily paused to look at him, expecting a look of sympathy but instead getting an eyeroll which prompted you to continue, âand all i am asking for is you to run a few errands! thatâs it! why are you so opposed? i thought you enjoyed grocery shopping?!â
⥠bokuto pulled his night-shirt over his head as he stormed to his side of the bed,Â ïżœïżœïżœitâs not fun without you!â he whined childishly, plopping himself down next to you and gasping when you had the audacity to shuffle away from him
âĄÂ âitâs not supposed to be fun, bokuto!â you yelled, completely fed-up with him at this point, âa few errands, thatâs all i ask of you!â
⥠bokuto notices how your voice shook and your lashline glistened; he didnât want you to cry so he begrudgingly gave it, but with a strong comment to go along with it so you knew that he really didnât want toÂ
âĄÂ 'fine! i don't need you anyway!'
⥠then proceeded to dramatically pull the duvet over himself and pout, averting his gaze to the wall oppositeÂ
⥠in this context, he hoped that youâd understand his comment and not take him too seriously but since you were already on the verge of tears, this simply pushed you over the edge
⥠you buried your face in your hands and hid under the blanket in hopes he didnât realise you were crying but his senses are just different when it comes to you so try stifle that sob all you want, heâs still going to hear it and heâs still going to instantly pull you into his arms while frantically apologisingÂ
âĄÂ âplease donât cry, (y/n)! i really didnât mean it- i do need you! i love you so much, my life wouldnât be the same without you! you do so much for me and i am so sorry for not showing you how grateful i am! like youâre so pretty and kind and talented and smart - only geniuses can do taxes - so iâm just so lucky to be with you and i canât wait until weâre married. please, donât leave!â
⥠eventually his praise slowly became pleas as he begged for you not to leave/hate him
⥠he does not want to lose you bc of a silly comment he made-
⥠eventually his endless pleas started to become more than background noise to your sobs, so you finally hugged him back, whispering, âi canât wait to marry you too, kĆ.â
⥠this action lifted a massive weight off his chest and he let out an audible sigh of relief, his grip on you loosening, âmhm, and of course, iâll run the errands, babe. i suppose, itâs the least i could do.â
⥠you hummed in agreement, glad that a part of your mental stress had been relieved, allowing you to finally relax in his arms and perhaps doze off in his loving embraceÂ
⥠...
âĄÂ âmm, you smell like marshmallows, (y/n)- can i add marshmallows to the shopping list?â
kiyoomi sakusa
⥠he spoke as if you were making some crazy, otherworldly request but in reality, all you were asking was for him to take paternity leave to help you care for the babyÂ
⥠youâre not really a baby-expert so you thought that sakusa would be happy to stay home and learn how to care for the child with you - as a couple, as a teamÂ
⥠but he was extremely opposed to the idea, spewing out a much of nonsense as to why he needs to go to work, but a part of believed that he just didnât want to deal with his child - or maybe, he didnât want to deal with you
âĄÂ âsakusa, how do you expect me to raise a whole baby on my own! they need a lot of attention - i donât think you understand how big of a commitment this is, you canât treat it like a hobby!â you cried, having long before burst into tears because your mind told you the worse - that he didnât actually love you, he lied about wanting a kid, he lied when he said âi doâ.
⥠usually during arguments when he notices that youâve started to cry, heâll drop everything he was doing to shuffle over to you and wrap you in arms, then whisper sweet-nothings into your ear until you feel better but today, he showed little consideration to your emotions as he continued pacing through the living room while you bawled your eyes out on the couch
âĄÂ âi thought you loved (c/n)! you were so gentle around them but it turns out youâre not even willing to take a paternity leave to help take care of them!â
âĄÂ âwhat happened to the man i married?â
âĄÂ âkiyoomi, you need to revaluate yourse--â
⥠you wouldnât allow him to get a word in, which was probably for the best considering he had nothing good to sayÂ
⥠but you were forced to cut yourself off when heard the sound of shattering so you immediately search for the source of the noise and there stood sakusa, his hand resting on the decorative table in the place your framed wedding photo once was - now, it was laying smashed on the ground surrounded by itâs own glass shards
⥠he pushed it off like the petty bastard he was
⥠while you sat stunned, staring the mess he just voluntarily made, he quickly turned on his heel and strolled away at a leisurely pace, 'my life was a lot easier before you entered it.'
⥠that was the last you heard of it for the next three days - you were giving each other the silent treatmentÂ
⥠you couldnât have any sort of grain for three whole days bc they are all on the top shelf and you usually make him grab it for you but you refused to talk to him-Â
⥠you were the first one to break it though as you noticed that he hadnât went to work for the last three days and curiosity got the better of youÂ
âĄÂ âkiyoomi.â you called out to him from the kitchen but he didnât even look up from his book - âparenting for dummiesâ - causing you to scoff, âwhy arenât you going to work? did something happen?â
⥠finally, he sighed and shifted his gaze off his book but only to shoot you demeaning look, as if you were stupid, âpaternity leave, duh.â
⥠the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, which you quickly forced away when you recalled the events that occurred three days ago and the hurtful things he said, instinctively looking over at the decorative table to remind yourself of what he didÂ
⥠but to your surprise, the picture was no longer laying on the ground, pooling in shards of glass but rather, it sit on the table with a brand new frame - which had both of your initials engraved onto it along with the date of the ceremony
⥠you didnât need to choke out an inquiry as sakusa noticed your stunned expression and answered on his own, âi bought a new frame. i hope you like it.â
⥠of course you liked it; this one was a chic black with silver decals which matched your living room aesthetic way better than the other, tacky blue one did - plus, this one was customised which made you love it even more
âĄÂ âi do. i really do. but i donât like your attitude lately.â you muttered, shaking your head as you waddled over to the couchÂ
⥠sakusa was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down next to him, âiâm sorry, love.â his voice cracked slightly as he whispered in your ear, âi cannot put into words how much harder my life would be without you. i just..hope you understand.â
⥠itâs not that sakusa was bad with words; he was just too emotional and overwhelmed to produce a long, coherent sentiment for you so he just prayed that you recognized that everything he said on that day was meaningless
âĄÂ âi love you, (y/n).â
atsumu miya
⥠you rolled your eyes, ignoring him and continuing to type your essay until atsumu slammed your laptop closed
âĄÂ âplease, (y/n)! you know how much this means to me! iâve been waiting for this festival for years!â
⥠you scoffed, folding your arms and patiently waiting for him to move his filthy hand off your laptop, âi do and iâm proud of you. but i have a lecture that day and my exams are just around the corner - and you know how much my education means to me.â
⥠atsumu had to take a moment to suppress a gag at how sickening and condescending your tone was, âitâs just one lecture, (y/n)! youâre not going to fail your exams because you missed one lectu--â
âĄÂ âyou donât know that.â
⥠atsumu blinked twice, a unimpressed expression painted on his face as he let out a sigh, realising there was no possible way heâs going to be able to get through to you - i mean, heâs been trying for the last 20 minutes to no avail
⥠he ran his hand through his hairs, turning on his heel, heading towards the door and left
⥠but not before peering over his shoulder to shoot you a nasty glare and spitting, âyouâre so selfish. you canât even do one thing thatâd make me happy - you never can.â
⥠that was the final thing he said to you for the next....20 minutesÂ
⥠thatâs actually a new record for him - usually he storms out of the room, sulks for a minute or two then renters to beg for your forgivenessÂ
⥠but not today. he was so mad that he needed 20 whole minutes to cool down and come to his senses
⥠but once he did, when he came back into the room, he expected to see you typing your essay or studying as usual since his words donât usually effect you too muchÂ
⥠so of course he was shocked when he slipped back into your shared bedroom to see you with the duvet tossed over your whole figure, faint sobs coming from underneathÂ
⥠his immediate reaction was to pull the blanket away and offer himself as your source of heat, so he wrapped you in his muscular embrace, âb-babe.â he stuttered, eyes-wide as he never wouldâve thought youâd take his words seriously, âare you okay?â
⥠he knew that was a stupid question but he simply asked it to determine how sad you were - and considering you werenât able to babble out a reply, that wasnât a good sign
âĄÂ âyouâre not selfish.â he reassured you while rubbing circles on your back, âif anything, i was being selfish- and nothing makes me as happy as you do, (y/n). i- i really didnât mean it.â
âĄÂ he paused only to place a kiss on the top of your head, âi love you- and to show you how much i love you..iâll drop you off at your lecture on that day, and take you to the festival afterwards; does that sound good?â
⥠you were finally able to choke out a response but only to explain how unachievable his idea was, âmy lecture finishes at 5 and the festival ends at 7, and there is a 45 minute drive between the two- youâre only going to be able to spend a little over an hour there.â
âĄÂ âand iâll have a blast in that time!â
⥠you sighed, your lips twitching into a small smile as you buried your face into his chest as you really couldnât look him in the eye, âand why canât you just go without me again?âÂ
âĄÂ âwho the fuck am i going to play dance dance revolution against if you donât come?â
shĆyo hinataÂ
⥠you crossed your arms over your chest, internally regretting ever opening your mouth to try calm down fiancĂ©Â as now, not only is he even more angry, but also most of his anger with now directed at you rather than manager, like it was previouslyÂ
⥠eventually, you started to develop a headache from all his screaming and shouting so you politely asked him to calm down, to which he replied, âcalm down?! youâre the one who made me mad with your rude-ass comment and now youâre telling me to calm down?!â
⥠you preferred it when he was demanding for you to say âbuttâ instead of âassâ because now thatâs he spent more time with bokuto, heâs started swearing more often and to be honest, itâs scary when a 5âł4 ginger sunshine is yelling at you, calling you a ârude-assâ
âĄÂ âshĆyĆ, if iâm completely honest, i have no idea why what i said was so mean and i have no idea whatâs going on- why are you so mad at your manager?â
⥠suddenly, he twisted his neck to look at you as if you had just been possessed, âwhat?â he inquired in a hushed tone, his voice hoarse and oddly sinister Â
⥠you quirked a brow, too tired of his constant bitching to pay attention to his tone of voice, âyeah, you speak too fast, shĆyĆ.â you said with a shrug, checking your nails to ensure that he knew that you truly did not care about how he scowled at you, âplus, i just donât understand why this gets you so worked up - i try, i really do, but i guess your volleyball problems just go over my head.â
⥠hinata clenched his fist, realising that he wasnât going to make any progress by complaining to you. he whipped his head away before storming off, not even sparing you a final glance, âyou just donât get it; you donât understand anything i say and you donât even make a fucking effort! you just think you are so much better than everyone - well, youâre not! try coming back down to reality with the rest of us, and then we can talk.â
⥠followed by a slam of the door which rattled through the whole apartment
⥠you really had never seen hinata so angry before in your 6 years of being togetherÂ
⥠the words he said were far from pleasant and a part of you wondered in he genuinely meant them, perhaps he had been supressing those thoughts for ages and now that he was finally mad, he could let it all out
⥠though you tried to reassure yourself that everyone says things they donât mean when they are angry, but the tears started flowing on their own
⥠hinata didnât plan on seeing you for another few hours as he had the idea of heading over to bokutoâs, have a drink and cool down but when he hopped out the shower, he realised he had left his phone in the bedroom - where he left you.Â
⥠begrudgingly, he slid into the room with the intention of grabbing his phone then leaving but that went to shit when he noticed that you were bundled up under the blankets, and he could hear distant sniffles coming from underneath
⥠and hinata only has four moods: mad asf, happy asf, loving you & volleyball...asf
⥠so upon seeing you in such a state, presumably because of what he said, elicited his mood to change from âmad asfâ to âloving youâÂ
⥠he pounced on you, causing you to fall sideways and squeal but he simply did not give a fuck
âĄÂ âbaby! i am so sorry! i didnât think what i said would make you cry!â he blubbered, or at least, thatâs what it sounded like since you couldnât actually see him due to the fact he had trapped you under the blankets, âi donât know why i even said that! youâre not like that at all- i donât think of you like that!â
⥠he paid little regard for your pleas of mercy as you squirmed frantically under the blanket, trying to escape his grip and body weight. he simply continued babbling on about how sorry he was and how amazing you are, âyou are down here with the rest of us - i just said for no reason. please donât be mad! you are - what does bokuto call it again? - oh! a humble--â
âĄÂ âshĆyĆ! iâll forgive you if you get off me right now - i can hardly breathe!â
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he teaches your child to sing | ldh
âž request from yellow anon; hi there! how are you doing? iâm doing fine rn bcs i saw how active you are these days <3 could i request haechan teaching sunhee how to sing bcs he saw her try to copy him one time during a recording <333 tysm !!!Â
âž note; hi yellow anon bestie thank u so much for requesting!! i hope this is what you wanted and i hope u like it!!
âž word count; 982 words
âž sunhee; aged 3
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âŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻ ââŠâ âŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻ
Donghyuck didnât mind bringing Sunhee along to the studio at all. His two older children were currently at school, and you were at work, so Sunhee was his responsibility for the day.Â
He debated calling a babysitter, but decided to just bring her to work with him. Sunhee was really well behaved, and the members and staff loved her.Â
Once you had left for work, and Dalgun and Kyungah were at school, Donghyuck got Sunhee ready to go out.Â
Normally, his dance bag is full of various items such as deodorant or his razor, but today itâs filled with toys, kids snacks and spare toddler sized clothes.Â
âSunhee-ah, are you looking forward to seeing uncles?â Donghyuck asks the toddler, who is sitting on the floor playing with random scattered toys.Â
âUncle Mark?â
âYeah, Uncle Mark will be there. And Uncle Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle and Jisung.â
She gasps in excitement, âare we going?â
âYeah, I told you, daddyâs taking you to the studio with him.â
âDancing?â
âI think daddyâs doing some singing today,â Donghyuck explains, âitâll be fun.â
Donghyuck searches the cupboard for some suitable pairs of shoes for Sunhee.
âCome and get your shoes on baby,â he calls, and the two year old comes quickly toddling towards him.
Her tiny hand holds onto his shoulders as she lifts each foot up, letting her father slip on her shoes and secure them.
âRight! Looks like weâre ready to go. Can you hold daddyâs hand while we walk to the car?â
âŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻ ââŠâ âŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻâŻ
Sunhee is an extremely shy kid. Especially with adults she doesnât know.Â
So as she and Donghyuck are walking through the corridors of the SM building, hand in hand, sheâs practically clinging onto Donghyuckâs leg. Staff members try to speak to her, but they either get silence or a squeak in response.Â
Itâs only when they arrive in the studio does she speak to anyone.
âUncle Mark,â she grins, happily toddling towards him and flying into his outstretched arms.Â
âSunhee-ah!â He lifts her in the air, spinning her around in his arms.
She shrieks and giggles as he sets her down, finally breaking down her shy barrier.
âHas she ever seen a recording?â Mark asks Donghyuck, âI donât remember ever seeing her during one.âÂ
âI donât think she has,â Donghyuck shrugs, âyou wanna watch daddy and uncles sing?â
âYeah!â She chirps cutely, suddenly in the arms of Jeno.Â
âOk, then letâs race there- go!âÂ
Donghyuck suddenly breaks off into a slow jog, giggling when he hears Sunhee shriek and complain about âcheating.â
He lets Sunhee win the race, stopping her at the doorway of the studio.
âBe careful when you go in baby,â Donghyuck advises her, âdonât touch any of the stuff on the tables, ok?â
âOk daddy,â Sunhee nods, âno touching.â
âGood girl, come on.â
All four of the staff members in the room turn to look as Donghyuck opens the door.
âOh gosh, Sunhee!â One of the managers who had met her several times squeals, âso nice to see you!â
âHi Auntie,â Sunhee, forever the introvert, murmurs, holding tightly onto her fatherâs hand.
âSunhee, this is Kenzie,â Donghyuck motions to the producer, âshe makes our music. Kenzie, this is my youngest, Sunhee.â
âNice to meet you Sunhee,â the producer smiles.
âHi,â Sunhee mumbles, ânice to meet you too.â
âSheâs so adorable,â Kenzie grins, âyou ready to get in the booth? Do you need someone to watch her?â
âDo you mind?â Donghyuck asks the manager, who nods rapidly.
âNo, I donât mind at all! She is the sweetest.â
âThank you- Sunhee-ah, be a good girl for Auntie, okay?â
âOk daddy.â
âGood girl, I wonât be long.â
Donghyuck spends the next three quarters of an hour or so immersed in recording, occasionally glancing out of the glass screen to check on Sunhee. Thankfully she was playing well, fiddling with a plastic toy.Â
Ocasionally, he could hear her little voice imitating him, singing along to the same lines absentmindedly. Cute.
Sunheeâs face lights up as Donghyuck emerges from the recording booth.
âDaddy youâre back,â she chirps, âyou sang so good.â
âThank you baby,â Donghyuck kisses her little cheek.
âI want to try singing like you,â she smiles thoughtfully, âdo you think I could sound like you?â
âOf course you could,â Donghyuck nods, âwanna try?â
âYeah!â
Donghyuck notices Mark setting up in the booth, so decides to search for a spare room.Â
âIn here,â Donghyuck smiles, ushering her into the room.Â
Itâs just an empty studio, but will do well enough for a bit of practice.
Thankfully the door to the booth is unlocked, so Donghyuck just strolls right in, searching for something for Sunhee to stand on. He pulls up a chair close enough to the mic, helping her stand on it and gently holding her sides got keep her steady.
âYou wanna sing like daddy?â
âUh-huh!â
âOkay, copy me!â
Donghyuck sings a couple of lines of Be There For You. Sunhee repeats them, quite flatly, but a solid attempt from the three year old girl.
âGood job!â Donghyuck praises, âyou sang so well!âÂ
âReally?â
âYou wanna sing some more?â
âYep,â She nods rapidly.
âWhat songs do you wanna sing?â
âMore of yours daddy,â she smiles fondly.
The two of them spend the rest of the day singing along to what Donghyuck believes is every NCT song under the sun.
But itâs sweet, and Donghyuck loves spending time with his youngest daughter.
âI think maybe Sunhee has decided her career path already,â Donghyuck laughs in amusement as the two of you get into bed later that night.
âReally?â
âYep. Sheâs gonna be a singer just like her daddy.â
Heâs beaming with pride, warming your heart.
âShe does?â
âYeah,â he smiles, âso maybe we should get her lessons or something?
âMaybe when sheâs four or five,â you say, âbut you can teach her until then.â
âI will,â Donghyuck smiles to himself, âI definitely will.â
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pairing: sebastian stan x singer!reader (seb!pov)
summary: singer!reader writes another song, this one is about seb
warnings: suggestive content (*wink wonk*), language, the works ya know
a/n: this took so long bc im not lyrically inclined and there isnât even that many lyrics in here. i canât even guys this was a nice break though. i liked the concept, i hope i lived up to your dreams. :)
p.s.: my requests and tag lists are both open loves!
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Sebastian was doing a press interview for his new movie. It was his first on television interview. First time being back in the studio for The Late Late Show with James Corden. First time since you and him had gotten together. He was eager to see what James had in store for him.
He was wearing a bright yellow shirt paired with a red leather jacket. His legs were clad with a different pair that he wanted to wear originally because you couldnât get quite enough of his thighs. Had he worn the other pair, there wouldâve been a prominent wet spot on one leg where you rode him to your own satisfaction. The memory made him bite his lip and adjust his pants to try to quell his oncoming boner.
âGood luck out there tonight, lovey. Youâre gonna crush it.â Your voicemail warmed Sebastianâs heart. He missed you a lot, but you were currently on your own press junket. Your new album finally came out and your manager had been running you ragged. Sebastian was so proud of everything youâve accomplished, and he wasnât afraid to show it.
âHi, Mr. Stan. Youâre needed on deck in five minutes.â He nodded at the assistant producer who stuck her head in his dressing room. Sebastian ran his hands through his hair one more time before deciding enough was enough.
âWell, this is as good as it's gonna get.â He murmured to himself as he walked out of the dressing room. He rolled his shoulders, snuggling into the leather jacket encasing his back. Sebastian took a swig of a water bottle from the table backstage. He still got nervous when doing interviews, always worried that heâs going to say the wrong thing.
âAnd now I would like to introduce our next guest. Youâve seen him as Bucky Barnes in the Marvel Cinematic Universe for the last ten years. Heâs played the borderline psychotic Jeff Gillooly in I, Tonya, and the corrupt Sheriff Bodecker from The Devil All The Time. It is my pleasure to introduce the one, the only, Sebastian Stan!â
James stood, clapping as Sebastian made his way to the main set area. He raised his right hand, his left remaining on his stomach. As he approached James, Sebastian switched hands, his left coming up as an offer for James to shake. Afterwards, James held his hand out to the chair beside his desk, waiting for Sebastian to sit down.
âHi, Sebastian! Itïżœïżœs so good to have you back.â Jamesâ accent broke Sebastianâs name up into three distinct syllables, bringing a smile to Sebâs face.
âItâs good to be back, man.â He grinned big, waiting for James to ask the first question. Once they got into it, the interview went smoothly. Sebastian was able to avoid giving out spoilers for his new project, leaving just enough to the imagination. James was in a fit of laughter after Sebastian had told a crazy story from being on set. James wiped tears away from his lower lashline, calming down just enough to catch his breath.
âOkay, so I want to move onto something else.â Sebastian sobered up quickly, unsure of where James was taking the conversation. âWe want all the juicy details about your relationship with Y/N.â Sebastianâs brow raised as he pulled a face at Jamesâ question. He laughed to himself for a minute before answering.
âYa know, we really have you to thank for that.â Sebastian pointed at James, before bringing that same finger to rub his eye.
âReally?â The manâs voice pitched up, brows hitting his hairline.
âOh yeah. We were only introduced because of your show.â Sebastian leaned back in his chair, remembering that night with you. The two of you had gone out for drinks, talking for hours at the bar and then even longer in his hotel room. He remembered waking up with you wrapped up in his arms. You didnât have sex that night, but you definitely did the second night.
And oh god, if that second night wasnât just as amazing as the first. The face you made whenever you climaxed danced itâs way to the forefront of Sebastianâs mind. Not good, definitely not good. He had to readjust himself in his pants again, crossing his legs to cover up his rather large problem.
âYeah, we started dating that same week. Kept it quiet though.â Sebastian held his palm out in the air, bouncing it up and down.
âRight, right. And do you want to tell everyone how you did end up revealing that you and Y/N were an item?â Sebastian looked down at his lap, smirking to himself. âOr should we just play the clip?â
A clip played for the studio audience. It was Y/N doing her makeup for the Vogue Beauty Secrets Youtube video. Sebastian waltzed in the background of the shot. It then cuts to Sebastian kissing Y/N on the cheek, brandishing the hickeyâs that she had sucked onto his cheek the night before. Mhm, I remember that night too.
Sebastian had surprised Y/N by coming to see her. He wasnât doing anything and he missed you, so why waste a perfectly good opportunity. He spent the night there completely ravishing you until you begged him to stop. That night he proudly wore your thighs as earmuffs, burying his face in you. He really needed to stop reminiscing during an interview.
âHow adorable. Was that planned at all? Or did you just do that because you could?â Sebastian shook his head, his right hand scratching at the stubble decorating his jaw.
âOh, no. It definitely wasnât planned. I honestly donât remember if I knew Y/N was filming that morning, so Iâm just glad I put on pants before I left the bedroom.â James laughed at Sebastianâs comment.
âOkay, so Iâve gotta ask your opinion on something though.â Sebastian made a hum of acknowledgement, signalling for James to continue. James leaned back, pulling out a cardstock of your new album. âSo, this is Y/Nâs new album, it just came out about three or four weeks ago?â The crowd clapped for you, and Sebastian cheered along with them.
âWhat do ya want my opinion on? If itâs the album, then I gotta tell ya, I loved it. Every single song on there is absolutely amazing.â James nodded, a smirk forming on his lips making Sebastian think he made a mistake.
âSo youâre aware of the song Europe?â Sebastian smirked, nodding his head because he knew where this was going. âWould you like to tell us what thatâs about?â James laughed as Sebastian stammered, looking for the right words. âI mean, letâs just read some of the lyrics.â James looked at the cards in his hands as Sebastian drifted into his thoughts again.
You had brought him into the studio before finalizing Europe. He remembers watching you twist your hands at your waist and continuously cracking your knuckles. Sebastian was curious because you hadnât ever been like that when showing him a song before. Every question he had about your anxiety revolving around the song was thrown away when he heard it.
Europe was an ode to Sebastian, all of Sebastian. He couldnât help pulling you down onto his lap by your waist as he listened. You were the only two in the studio, so the two of you were free to do whatever you wanted. The funny thing about that night was that there was a new track recording.
âOh shit, Seb.â The dam broke afterwards, peels of laughter leaving your lips without explanation. Your right hand raised to your mouth, attempting (and failing) to quiet your giggles.
âBabe, why the âoh shitâ?â You held up a finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet and listen. He strained his ears, waiting for his own âoh shitâ moment. Then, his own voice filtered into his ears, making him crease his brow in confusion. âWhat is that?â
âThatâs the audio from when I first played you Europe.â Small giggles passed your lips again. âI was going to ask you if I could use, like, a sound byte from it for either the beginning or the end of the song.â Sebastian nodded, slightly amazed that you were so creative with your work. âBut, I forgot to turn off the recording.â Sebastianâs eyes locked on your expression, waiting for him to connect the dots. He pulled a face and then,
âOh shit.â His eyes widened, a huff of laughter escaping. âWait, so it caught all of it?â Your lips rolled inwards, holding back laughs as you nodded your head. Sebastian raised a brow, his eyes flicking over your face. âUse it.â He had a few new hickeys after that night too, but not after decorating your body with a few of his own.
âSebastian, I would like you to read a few lines from the song, please.â James handed Sebastian a card, a snort leaving Sebastianâs body involuntarily. He glanced at the cards, know the lyrics by heart already. He took a big breath, reading the lines that James chose. He threw him a look with his eyes, head tilting slightly toward the British man.
âUh, okay, here we go.â Sebastian laughed to himself, blowing out a breath through clenched lips. He lifted the card again, âYou know,â dropping his hand back to his lap while raising his other hand. âYou know, sheâs gonna make fun of me for this right?â James laughed, looking into the camera as if he was on The Office, then to the audience with a duh look on his face.
âSebastian. Weâre going to make fun of you.â The crowd didnât hesitate to join in Jamesâ amusement. Sebastian dropped his head into his hands, groaning loudly. âDo you need a little encouragement?â The audience began cheering and clapping for Sebastian.
âFine, alright, alright.â He shook his head before starting. âLong nights with hickeys earned like a badge of honor. Teasing kisses, twisted sheets, all signs of true seduction.â Sebastian looked up from his hands, expecting James to say something. All James offered, though, was a wave of his hand for Sebastian to continue. âI never have to worry because all my sins are forgiven when Iâm with you.â James held his hand up, stopping Sebastian from continuing.
âOkay, letâs dissect that, Mr. Stan.â James propped his elbow on his interview desk, placing his head at an angle in his palm. âWhat is this song about?â Sebastianâs lips curled inward, stopping himself from laughter.
âJames,â Sebastian leaned forward against the arm of the couch. âI thought this was a family show.â The British man quirked a brow, sweeping both hands in front of his body gesturing to the studio.
âThis is the Late Late Show, Sebastian.â He turned back to the audience, addressing them and the cameras. âAnd that is all the time we have tonight! Thank you to Sebastian for coming on the show with me tonight! And thank all of you for tuning in tonight. Weâll see you next time.â The producer beside the camera signaled that the show ended and Sebastian turned back to James.
âItâs a good song.â Sebastian smiled wide afterwards, saying his goodbyes to the crew. He was back in the safety of his dressing room when his phone started ringing.
âHello?â He knew that it was you from the personally assigned ringtone you picked out when he wasnât looking.
âThe Internet is going to eat you alive.â Sebastian grinned as your peels of laughter trickled in through the speaker of his phone.
âOh yeah, could you imagine if I told them that it wasnât just random sounds at the end?â He could just imagine your smirk at his mention of your little addition to Europe.
âWeâre gonna have to do that again.â Sebastian paused, waiting for you to explain. âAlthough I think next time we should do a visual along with the audio. You pickinâ up what Iâm putting down Stan?â Sebastian smirked to himself, thinking about being able to watch himself bring you to the brink over and over again, even when youâre not together. His pants got tighter at the idea.
âI think we might have to look into that, Y/L/N.â
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â the girl groups enhypenâs gfs are in !
genre: fluff (angst on jungwonâs part) + established relationship (eventually lol)
pairings: idol!enhypen x fem!idol!reader
note: idk how to title this pls i thought of it while showering
tagging: @jeminiepabo @strwberrydinosaur
you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles
you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles
you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles
but fucking mnet didnât provide any inside of your dressing room??
but fucking mnet didnât provide any inside of your dressing room??
but fucking mnet didnât provide any inside of your dressing room??
so yves told you to ask for some from the artist in the dressing room next to yours
you knocked on the door without looking at the sign that showed who was in there
you asked for some water bottles and heeseung went âiâll go get it!â and ran off to go get get them
jungwon just chuckled and went âhyungâs a really huge fan of your group, he kept on singing star on the way hereâ
you nodded at the younger one, impressed at the fact that you were popular among idols
the tall boy came back with a whole box full of water bottles
âthereâs 12 of you here right now so i figured why not get a whole boxâ he chuckled nervously
you giggled and smiled at the nervous boy
âthank you heeseung-ssi, iâll take this to my membersâ you took the box in your hands but was taken aback on how heavy it was
âdonât worry iâll carry it for youâ
long after that you started hanging out and boom you became his gf
you couldnât resist the charms of lee heeseung
once it was revealed that you were a couple, orbits and engenes went INSANE (in a good way ofc)
âwait so y/n DOESNT hate men????â
â
jay - aespa
OMG OMG LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS BBY
you both met at school after you both debuted
everyone was gossiping around about how you were in the same class with the enhas
so like... monster rookies class
usually idols arenât seated together but the teacher seated you and jay next to each other
causing a bunch of âoooohhhsâ from your classmates
there were times were you and the enhas would leave school early due to practice or schedules
and on the way to the school gate, jay would always spark up a conversation with you
you assumed he was just very friendly
long story short he had a massive crush on you
so a few months into your friendship (which the both of you were very open about with your fans), he confesses
you were like âWAIT SO IT WASNT ONE SIDED THE WHOLE TIMEâ
yâall were just really blind lol pls read between the lines
anyways on to ur lovely bf !!
heâs so bold and brave around you but so shy around your members and seniors
we all know how he really respects nct (along with other sm artists) bc he covered the 7th sense with sunghoon on iland
so one day you were like âoh btw i showed taeyong sunbae you and hoonâs t7s coverâ
he was like đ to đ§ to đŻ
got all shy and was like âoh what did he say..â
you donât know why he was acting as if he didnât body that whole performance ????
anyway you told him that taeyong said that he and hoon did really well and that he liked how jay did his part
hid his face on the crook of your neck
âbaby we should come say hi to them next time you go to smâ
âNO i will make a fool out of myselfâ
speaks english and japanese with giselle a lot when he isnât occupied with you
sometimes youâd even have to ask nctâs shotaro to translate
your seniors (especially exoâs kai) adore him so so much pls protect the boy at all costs
â
jake - everglow
he was an active viewer of produce 48 and (like me) was really attached to the yuehua trainees
especially you
so when you got eliminated just before the last episode, he was devastated to say the least
he awaited your debut and when the time came he supported everglow !!!!
LOVED BON BON CHOCOLAT SO MUCH
does the killing part choreo in his room when no oneâs watching lol
dies everytime you do the little âeverglowâ in songs
right so when he debuted in enha, he looked forward to meeting you as an idol and not a fan
when you shared a dressing room at kcontact, he couldnât help but introduce himself to you
he mentioned he was a big fan and your heart warmed
cute boy is a fan of you? omg heart go brr brr
your members tease you and you just shake it off
that day when you got back to the dorms, you watched a bunch of enhypen videos bc you were interested in jake
you werenât aware of how popular you were among people - let alone idols so you were surprised
you fell in love with his personality and started saying hi to him whenever you meet backstage at music shows
not long after, you develop feelings for him
you thought it was just a puppy crush but as you saw him even more, it got serious
you never actually confessed but aisha accidentally spilled the beans when he was passing by
âcmon y/n just tell him you like him because he clearly feels the same !!â
âyou like me?â
âAISHAâ
âthatâs my queue to leaveâ
so she leaves you two to pour your hearts out to each other
you two become a couple and forevergenes (such a cute name omg) LOVE you two
youâre both the puppies of your group so that makes your relationship 103892x cuter
you met his parents and they adore you and even asked for your autograph
âjake used to talk about how great you are after every produce 48 episodeâ
âokayyyy i think thatâs enough embarassing me momâ
his parents love you like their own daughter but does layla love you?
you were so nervous to meet her and was actually scared she might not like you - knowing how important layla is to jake
at first layla ignored you and jake was like âsheâll come aroundâ
you were convinced she just doesnât like you, until this one time you were cuddling with jake on the couch and layla comes in
you expected her to snuggle up with jake but she came to you :D
now layla is super fond of you and mrs sim would even send you pictures and videos of layla getting excited whenever you were on tv đ„ș
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sunghoon - itzy
you and the girls were at isac
the six of you were just waving at your fans and making heart signs with your hearts
on your left you saw yeji making hearts with ryujin so you wanted to do that with another member too
you felt a presence next to you and assumed it was someone from your group
spoiler alert: it wasnât
sunghoon and sunoo were waving at engenes who just happened to be seated next to midzys
so you turned to who you thought was an itzy member, making half a heart with your hand
until you realized it wasnât đ
you bowed and apologized when you both looked at each other, you were scared you crossed a boundary
you bowed and apologized to the engenes who were there too
sunghoon and sunoo reassured you it was all good
after that, sunghoon couldnât help but keep his eyes on you the entire event
when the day was coming to an end, he pulled some strings and ended up having some alone time with you ...in stray kidsâ dressing room
donât ask
ofc skz already left so it was just you two there
fast forward, you both hit it off and he became your bf <3
midzys and engenes love you both sm and love bragging about you two to other fandoms
you two were even named the king and queen of 4th gen kpop
oh also
you already know where this is going
âSUNGHOON HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW NOT SHYâS PROPER TITLE ITâS YOUR GIRLFRIENDâS SONGâ - jay
brags about how he can do the shoulder dance in wannabe
ofc itâs bc you personally taught him
sends you pics of jyp as reaction pics
so you send pics of bang pdnim to him
every once in a while he reminds you of that video of jay why pee trying to hit a high note
âlmao thatâs your bossâ
PLS you always get super embarrassed so ofc you bring up that vid of hitman bang
ârAp dAncE-â
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sunoo - stayc
you were his seatmate at school predebut
you came from the same town, same school, same neighborhood, etc
the two of you were extremely close and both shared the same dream
when highup entertainment accepted you, the both of you were over the moon
he was so happy for you
but sad too bc that meant you had to move to seoul :(
you promised him to do your best and that you hoped to see him again but as an idol
and hopefully when heâs an idol too
well what you hoped for came true !!
although you couldnât see him much as a trainee - which made you quite sad - you got to follow his journey on i-land
you even asked your fellow trainees to vote for him
anyways now that you both debuted, you became close again and became really open with your fans on how close you were
you recommended his songs to swiths and he did the same to engenes
he even memorized the choreo to so bad and asap and lemme tell you this
he BEGGED you to teach him those choreos
âsunoo you can watch the practice on youtubeâ
âbut i want to learn it from youâ
he never really realized his feelings until he saw you getting shipped with his other members
you were both on weekly idol and the hosts really seemed to like how you and jake looked next to each other and they just teased you both the whole episode
that made sunoo feel uneasy and he thought it was only bc he was an overprotective best friend
turns out he had feelings for you (wow shocker)
so one day he asks you to come to hybe
after slightly getting lost, you meet up with him in a practice room
he confesses bc he felt like not telling you about his feelings would put a wall between you two
you appreciate his honesty and tell him youâve felt the same way every since you were classmates
he scolds himself for not seeing it all those years but you just laugh it off bc you were pretty good at hiding your crush
you both agree to secretly date, until you both announce it on your five month anniversary
fans were really shocked at first... but they support you !!!!
engenes will not hesitate to come at anyone who talks bad about you and swiths feels the same way about jungwon
he gushes about you every single time youâre brought up
and you canât help but love your adorable boyfriend
â
jungwon - iz*one
okay so
he was just an average high schooler when you were introduced on produce 48
his deskmate was watching your audition video and it was the part where you were doing this freestyle
he was SO amazed and he secretly followed your journey on produce 48
always made sure to vote on time and watch the episodes live
once the debut evaluation came around, he asked everyone he knew to vote for you and even bought tickets to see the show live
almost cried when he saw that you were center
ACTUALLY CRIED when you got into the top 13 đ
fast forward to him debuting in enha
he wasnât able to catch up on you since he was busy with trainee life, then i-land, then debut preparations
but somehow in the middle of promotions he ran into you and BOOM love at first sight
fast forward to you finally dating, he couldnât believe he was dating the y/n of iz*one
wizones make those âladies and gentlemen, y/nâs manâ edits and engenes make those âladies and gentlemen, jungwonâs womanâ edits
both fandoms love you two so dearly that the only hate you two got were from the delusional ones (who clearly arenât actual fans)
when your last concert came around, he couldnât bare seeing you cry when you said âthis has been iz*oneâs y/n, thank you everyone!â
he got flashbacks from when you cried during the final episode of produce 48 and heâs just.. sobbing bc he couldnât be there to hold you
so the next day he rushed to your dorms with snacks and emotional support bc you were emotionally exhausted from accepting the fact that your journey with iz*one is finally ending
you felt extremely lucky to be in his arms and he felt extremely lucky too that heâs able to make you feel a little better
â
riki - weeekly
you were both on weekly weeekly idol together
and both you and riki being main dancers, you were asked to do random dance together
a few popular songs played and the both of you did the choreos
until after school started playing and the boy did the chorusâ choreo and you were like âwoah???â
bc he was so INTO ITTTT
the song was basically made for him to cover it
and the mcs saw your reaction so they asked him to do it once again but this time with the whole group
after filming, he came up to you and was like âiâm a huge fan of yoursâ and youâre just like ):&/ÂŁ]>\**_ÂŁ]
âwoah really???? i rooted for you on i-landâ
and his face just lights up bc his huge crush on you developed even more
you became besties since then but he didnât ask you out until your birthday
he took you out to a puppy café, knowing you were obsessed with dogs
youâd ask him to show you pictures and videos of bisco
âi better meet bisco once we go to japan togetherâ
melted at the thought of traveling to his hometown with you
anyways
once you left the café, he kissed you in front of your dorms
and somehow he became your boyfriend <3
riki as a bf isnât really a very public person
heâs the âthis is our relationship, not the publicâsâ type of person
he doesnât wanna risk companies wanting to exploit your relationship
although he doesnât talk about you two much, he loves to brag about you when given the chance
whenever variety show hosts would fawn over you heâd just look them in the eyes dead and go âsheâs mineâ
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Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes ok!! So then can I request present mic? Doing anything??? No Iâm kidding I do actually have a prompt. I was thinking abt micâs radio show and specifically, if he had an s/o who wrote music. Bc u know he would help them produce it and then play it nonstop on air aaaaaa
a/n:Â yes!! present mic love!! i love him so much i swear! <3 he has my heart dkdkmn this is such a cute request please- i apologize for the late posting!!
summary: you're an ambitious, gleeful, songbird at heart, and though you're quirkless, you've captivated the heart of the music-loving, radio show hosting, loud, sweetheart, present mic!
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
warnings: swearing, fluff
word count:Â 1.3k
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You started as an intern. A beaming smile on your lips most days, always happy to be in the studio with Mic when he was teaching you the ins and outs of radio hosting.
You'd majored in music business, the end goal in mind of writing and releasing your own music, though most of your plans had fallen through, the only opportunity to get you back on your feet after college being this deal you couldn't pass up.
Co-hosting with Present Mic on his own radio show.
The offer had actually been given to you by one of your superiors at the studio you worked at, having seen your optimism when it came to writing music and your love of music in general.
They wished you good luck and would always welcome you back if things didn't go so well. But you kept your head up high and marched into that studio ready to take on the world alongside the loud blonde.
And down the line, three years later, you were surprised to say the least.
"Your coffee as usual." Hizashi sets down the patriotic blue U.A. thermos sent out to the teachers at the beginning of the year. Since you'd practically moved in 'unofficially' with Mic, unofficially because you weren't technically allowed to stay due to the fact you didn't work for the school, rather employed by Mic himself in his private studio, but you were the tiny exception since you did technically work in the school.
"Thanks! Hey, I was wondering if you could check this new thing I've been working on and give me some criticism, it's just a rough draft, the lyrics just kind of came to me after a shot or two at Vlad's birthday party the other night." You giggled as you tossed him the flash drive containing your latest project, the sensitive information contained on the tiny disc landing in the palm of your boyfriend's hands.
"Another song? You're blessing my ears so early in the morning. I'm dreaming! Pinch me!" He teases. Mic's been the biggest supporter of your music since he overheard the pipes you had.
You'd had that kind of night the second week of your internship, battling the oncoming hangover after drinking with your cool new pro-hero teacher friends, your thoughts turning to lyrics as you worked in the studio, the only light being the small lamp on the side Mic kept when he worked late too.
He'd forgotten his room keys in the studio again, something you realized he did often and as he stopped by to pick them back up, that's when he heard you. You sounded so angelic, almost as if you were some sort of angel.
At first, he thought maybe it was just a recording or some sort of dare he say, Melodyne filter while you were messing around in the mic at night.
But you weren't. Your authentic voice shell-shocked him, and he sort of listened to you the entire night until you nearly pissed your pants turning around and seeing him.
âYeah, itâs nothing special really-â Youâre back to reality as Mic quickly has his headphones over his ears, a large grin on his lips as he listens, his fingers tapping away to the beat already.
You work on other tasks, filtering through requests and putting them in the queue while Mic listens to your song, his heart pounding. You were so talented and heâd wish youâd give yourself a bit more credit. You have what it takes to make it big, and heâd support you every step of the way.
âYou know with this and the other tracks you have, youâd have enough to push out an EP. All you need is a bit of marketing and producing, and Iâd be more than willing to help!â Mic smiles, wheeling over to you, pressing an encouraging peck to your cheek.
âIt sounds great, but who would wanna listen to what I write?â You giggle, toggling an advertisement as you glance over at the blonde.
âHow about this, You let me help you, Iâll spread the trial around here at work and if it gets good reviews, we publish.â Hizashi is nothing short of persuasive, and for the rest of the week he has you in his studio, adding layer after layer, fine-tuning and weeding out bits of the collection of songs youâd written until you have an EP.
Long nights fueled by coffee, water, and tea, and takeout eventually land you with the very first copy of your own EP.Â
In your hands, itâs palpable. Itâs real. It doesnât have any cover art, or a title, let alone who sang it, but Mic hands you a sharpie and you feel this fire coursing through your veins.
You feel more than accomplished.
You scribble some title down that youâd work on later and messily sign your name for Mic to make copies and then throughout the next week, youâve got dozens of messages flooding your inbox telling you to drop it on some streaming platforms.
And the following night Mic is consoling your tears as you hit your first 100 streams.Â
ïżœïżœïżœIâm so proud of you.â He coos, kissing your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his kisses, patting you on the head.
âYouâre so cheesy.â You tease him.
âSays you! You named an entire song after me.â Mic huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
âWhat if âmy belovedâ was about Marty?â You giggle. Marty, the sparkly, beautiful, elegant, beta-fish youâd adopted as the studio mascot swam around in his tank, decked out with super cool aquatic music themed stuff.
âYou wouldnât dare!â Mic laughs, his long blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders.Â
âYour hair always looks so nice down.â You snuggle into him, your fingers twisting around the ends. Hizashi shakes his head and stares down at you.
âAnd youâre as radiant as ever, my love.â Hizashi pulls you into him, snuggling his head into your neck, placing a gentle kiss to your skin as he holds you near to him.
âDo you sing, âZashi?â You ask quietly.
âNo comment.â Mic giggles, his laughs tickling your skin.
âWould you work on a song with me?â You ask sweetly.
âI would love to.â
Callers chime in every so often for requests, since Mic loves to annoy the listeners by playing your EP track by track almost daily. You have to knock some sense into him telling him that thereâs a quota to fill and while you love how he supports you, youâve got them stuck in your head too.
And when you play them every so often, your heart warms when someone requests one of yours to play. Even more so, when your songs rise to much more notable fame, youâre working on your own album, with the lovely producing of Mic, and it even features a lovely duet between the two of you.
In fact, something youâd found out with having so many connections to pros, was the amount of hidden talent.
Youâd requested a song with Kyoka Jiro, the beautiful voice youâd heard at the school festival had belonged to her and youâd been wanting to work with her since she also shared a love for music, and though she was young, she seemed rather happy to sing, even if she mightâve been shy about it first.
An unlikely duo mightâve come from a dare, Hawks. While he was rather against the idea at first, his voice was smooth and mellow, and it clashed with yours perfectly for some sort of sappy anti-romantic love song. Whatever the case, it made charts.Â
But Mic continued to be your biggest supporter, no matter how or if you got big. Youâd always find your way back into his arms, messing around with him on the radio show, and dodging paparazzi whenever you two left campus.
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can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]
summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.
pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader
genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff
warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness
song recs: donât stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen
word count: 5.4k
a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :â)
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Friday, July 22rd, 1977
The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!"Â
You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.
The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston.Â
Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.
Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.
What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on.Â
Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.
The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73.Â
The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you werenât complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didnât.
You and your boys decided that night that werenât down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didnât really know, because the press would have a damn field day.Â
Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didnât really matterâa lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.
 So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.
 When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big⊠can we come up?"
You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were.Â
"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial.Â
"Are not," you protested like a child.
"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."
You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours.Â
Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy.Â
You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sightâand sizeâof your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily.Â
Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning.Â
Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him.Â
"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface."Â
He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."
Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey."Â
He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoungâs weight sent waves rippling beneath you.
"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get downâ"
"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you."Â
You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."
You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak.Â
"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."
"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.
"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.
"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed⊠well, yeah. I still feel it."
Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"
"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you.Â
"The weed, plus watching you two perform⊠Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."
You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone.Â
"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."
"I have a thing?"Â
"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."
Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing⊠What's mine?"
You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?"Â
Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"
You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does."Â
"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."
"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did.Â
"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage."Â
"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is whenâyou know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturnâs Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes youâll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."
Your breath hitched at their words. âOh, yeah?â You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwooâs chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. âWhat do you want me to do about it?â
âDonât be a brat,â Doyoung growled.
âNo, Doie,â Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. â...What would you have her do about it?â
Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees."Â
Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life.Â
Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?"Â
Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight.Â
"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time.Â
âWhat is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?â
âYes, please,â You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwooâs, who was palming himself through his pants. Â
âWhat do you think, baby?â He asked him.
âDonât be mean, Doyoung,â Jungwoo said softly. âLook at her, sheâs desperate. Isnât that right, Y/N?â
You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. âGo ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.â
Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwooâs shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss.Â
Slowly, Doyoungâs hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldnât fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid.Â
A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, âMe too?â tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?
You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to pleaseâyou took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.
It was always like thisâduring sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. Heâd tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didnât treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didnât leave as many bruises as Doyoung did.Â
And then, when they were both done, theyâd shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that youâd always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless.Â
âShit,â Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoungâs lips. âY/N, Iâm gonna cum.âÂ
You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. âIn myâin my mouth, please, Woo.â
He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, untilâŠÂ
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N⊠Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground.Â
He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap.Â
You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said.Â
Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen.Â
"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out.Â
"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."
So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him.Â
He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin.Â
Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy.Â
"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"
You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"
"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin.Â
"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?"Â
"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted."Â
"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."
The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit.Â
"Told you."
His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still.Â
"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.
Jungwooâs hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoungâs mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwooâs shoulder.Â
âYouâre so pretty like this,â He whispered.Â
Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.
Doyoungâs free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.
"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now.Â
"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside."Â
He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours.Â
"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours.Â
The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.
Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch.Â
They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.
When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.
He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwooâs back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.
"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders.Â
"DoâDoyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.
"Not good enough," He insisted.
"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.
"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."
You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"
"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes
âNo,â You mumbled, âJusâ want some water. Think thereâs some in the minibar. âM really hot.â
Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.
âIâm fine,â You promised. âCan we please keep going? I can take it.â
Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. âAre you absolutely sure?â
âYeah,â You said with a nod.Â
âDoyoung,â Jungwoo murmured, âBe careful.â
âI know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I wonât go that hard on you, Y/N.â
You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the highâfrom the weed and the concertâwearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough youâd probably crash on the way down instead of float.
So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoungâs head.Â
âI love you both so much,â He whispered, âIâm so grateful the universe brought us together.âÂ
Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. âMy baby,â He murmured against Jungwooâs lips. He then turned to you and did the same, âMy princess.â
You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."
"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.
"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?"Â
"Jungâwoo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.
"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"
"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!"Â
Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.
Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."
"D-Doie, harder!"Â
Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. ThenâŠ
Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before.Â
"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded.Â
"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!"Â
Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel somethingâhe always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer.Â
Truthfully, you could feel it coming tooâyour body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.
You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.
"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give itâŠ"
"Shit, yesâŠ" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be drippingâ"
"Please! Oh, pleaseâ"
The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.
When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath.Â
"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.
Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds.Â
"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.
"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."
"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.
"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."
He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.
"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl."Â
You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.
Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast.Â
Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.
Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis.Â
Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.
"Can you feel it yet, princess?"
Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie⊠s-so closeâŠ"
"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/NâŠ"
"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"
You nodded. "Mmângh! Stuffed me so good, Doie."Â
"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"
Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want itâ"
"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's allâfuckâall yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"
Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears poppedâclawing at Jungwooâs shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoungâs lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.
You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwardsâthe satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach.Â
You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.
Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.
"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore."Â
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