#and you use the sand towel to wipe your feet a little before you get in the car

[grocerystoredean]

i hate that post thats like ‘questions are often misleading because people who arent normal read a question like do you think you have a problem with socks and then go no i dont have any problem i have a system’ because i was readign a post just now about how dean wouldnt like sand between his toes and i was starting to go no i think hed be fine because he just has to make a system like i’ve got! and then i remembered the post. g od damn it.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Summer love —Pablo Gavi.

summary: Spending the summer with your friends had always been something you loved but this time something is different, especially with Pablo.

warnings: none. cute/fluff, soft, friends to lovers, lots of kisses.

words count: +2.4k

The starry summer night shone over your heads as your friends laughed at the small campfire they had made. It was the summer vacations and all your friends had decided to come to Pedri's house in the Canary Islands where the best summer nights were spent.

After several hours of drinking, chatting, bathing in the water and returning to the campfire, the night was finally coming to an end. Some were falling asleep on the sand while the others were fooling around about anything. It was already too late and you were starting to feel a little tired. You had spent most of the day out and about, in the sea, running around, drinking, playing stupid games, enjoying the night.

"I think it's time to go to sleep" you warned getting up from your place. The others looked at you confused.

"Boringgggg" Ferran complained mockingly and they laughed.

Some of them were drunk and would probably wake up here sleeping (or not sleeping at all). Normally when they came here the first few nights were spent awake enjoying their youth, doing everything but sitting still. It was like coming back to life after months in college or focused on football for them.

In response you stuck your tongue out in mockery as you laughed. Your eyes focused on your friends, trying to get their attention to see if they wanted to go back to the house.

Fermín and one of your friends were near the shore, making out for quite a while now. Ferran and Pedri were hugging like two drunks laughing with each other, Fer was still chatting with some of the girls. Pablo and Hector were also chatting with each other. While the younger ones Lamine, Nico and three of your friends, were running around the sand with the ball on their legs.

"I'll go rest, you guys can stay" you said laughing at their complaints.

"Do you want us to go with you?" one of them asked. You denied, you didn't have beds assigned yet but you didn't care who you got to sleep with since you guys always used to come here and sleep with anyone.

You wave to your friends while wiping your sandy butt, your gaze drifted to the guys and you got a weird smile from Pablo, he was the one you had the least relationship with of the group but you liked him, maybe because you had never had the chance to get to know each other enough. So you quickly smiled back at him before turning your back to walk away from them, the house is a bit far from the beach so you walk carefully so you don't hit anything.

A sigh leaves your mouth as you feel the summer breeze you love so much, finally with your head free and at ease. This place was perfect. You arrive at the house in a matter of minutes and go upstairs to the room where your things are, you need to take a quick shower before you go to bed. You are full of sand and a little wet from the last time you dove into the water.

When you finish showering, brushing your teeth and drying your hair a bit, you wrap yourself in the towel to go out and get dressed. As you leave the room, you jump a little in fright when you see a figure sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor as he plays with his feet.

Pablo.

His head comes up and he finally sees you coming out of the bathroom. You smile a little as you look into his eyes.

"Hi" he says barely.

"Hi you" you greet him with a smile.

Your wet feet walk carefully around the room dodging young man who follows you with his eyes. You hold the rolled up towel tightly to your chest, covering yourself and feeling embarrassed for being like this. You smile nervously as you take the clothes out of your suitcase, thinking you'll have to change in front of him or go back to the bathroom, it's a little awkward especially since Pablo keeps looking at you like nothing. You should have taken your clothes to the bathroom but you forgot, you weren't alone in the house to walk around like this but you thought you were alone here or that one of your friends would show up but not Gavi.

After an awkward silence you turn to him. You bite your lip as you feel his deep gaze on yours. He hasn't said anything yet but your cheeks start to heat up for some reason. Why? You've never felt self-conscious around him or any of the guys.

"I wanted to bring the boys but they are refusing to come back inside" he mumbles stretching his shoulders back.

You laugh at his words. Of course they are. They won't come until the sun hits them hard in the morning, if it were up to them they'd still be partying until New Year's Eve.

"It's the first night, they'll sleep after the fourth" you say laughing as you deny and Pablo laughs a little too.

Silence returns and your gazes are still glued together but you remember that you are still only wearing one garment (and not at all secure). You clear your throat and wrap your hand around your chest.

"Close your eyes" you ask him as you take the clothes in your hands.

He looks at you confused with his eyebrows raised.

"I have to change..." you stammer pointing subtly at yourself.

He doesn't seem to mind and goes back to roaming your body with a look that makes you shiver. He barely relaxes his lip and you hide a sigh when he finally nods indifferently. Hadn't he noticed that you were practically naked? The expression on his face made you doubt. He didn't care that you were like that, he came into your room, watched you for minutes and now didn't seem to care if you changed in front of him.

A tingle ran down your spine at the thought that you were closer than you had ever been. It was the third time you had come to this place, your friends were friends of Pablo's friends, you used to go out, have dinner, hang out, all together but you had never felt like this with him.

Gavi sighs bringing his hands to his eyes and covers them without complaining. When you make sure he's not watching, you take off your towel and run your underwear down your legs quickly. You grab the oversized shirt and quickly pull it on covering your body as you try to hide your discomfort and nervousness.

"Will you stay here?" you ask as you approach the chair and lay out the wet towel.

You clear your throat after noticing the question. How awkward. Fuck. It's like you're inviting him to stay. He lifts his shoulders.

"Can I stay here?" he says looking at you.

"Sure" you agree without any problem, finishing arranging the clothes on the bed and floor, trying to act normal.

You weren't embarrassed that he's staying but it was kind of weird. Normally you guys used to be friends as much as any of the other guys, though you had never gotten as close to Pablo as you did with Ferran, for example. Still, you didn't mind sleeping with him, or Ferran, Pedro or any of the guys or your own friends, it's not like it was a big deal, you were all trusting enough to sleep in the same bed and you were friends.

After watching you finish settling in, Pablo gets up from his spot. He takes off his shoes and his beach pants leaving him in his underwear and t-shirt. You don't look directly at him, but you can see his pale, beefy skin out of the corner of your eye, making you bristle. You bite your tongue and crawl into bed without saying anything, without even looking at him. You don't dare. Your belly flutters as you feel him open the sheets beside you and climb into bed with you.

"Are you... having a good time?" he questions after a while.

You know he's staring at the ceiling and so are you, they're far apart and still. You relax your dry lips as you feel a shiver run through you at the sound of his strong, honeyed voice.

"Yes, I love it here" you admit nostalgically. "Do you?" you also ask.

"Yeah, it's great" he sighs and you nod.

It's a little uncomfortable, you have to admit, but it doesn't feel bad either. You're curious to know why he wanted to come here... there are five other rooms and a super comfy couch. But you don't dare ask. The smile he gave you at the campfire comes back to your head and your cheeks catch fire. What's wrong with you? You look like you're suddenly fifteen again.

Again, there is an overwhelming silence. You can only hear their quiet breaths in unison. Pablo sighs deeply and you bite your lip staring at the white ceiling as if it were a work of art. Why are you so weird? You think to yourself as you turn your body around with your back to him so you can get more comfortable. Your body relaxes as the sheets embrace you and you gasp with pleasure as you feel the softness in your limbs, today had been a long day and you were looking forward to going back to bed to rest. You feel how the softness of the mattress helps your senses to relax little by little and you try to fall asleep.

A movement makes you shiver as Gavi's body rolls between you and settles behind you. His leg brushes against yours and you swallow nervously. One of his hands grabs you around the waist and pulls you close to him, your back is pressed against his chest and you gasp as you feel his warmth invade you. However, you say nothing. You don't refuse. You don't run. You don't move.

Your eyes slowly open again and his hands embrace your body, his legs touch yours and you caress him a little. It's a pretty comfortable position, you have to admit. His body hugs you from behind, his hands wrap around you and for some reason... it feels good. Too good.

It may sound cliché and even ridiculous but it's the first time someone hugs you like this. So delicate, so warm, so different.

Your heart starts to race when you feel on your back how his heart beats fast, maybe because of his daring to hug you or maybe because he's nervous. You don't know but what you do know is that you are. Your palms sweat and your pulse races, as if you're having a mini seizure.

His face sinks into the hollow of your hair and neck and you hear him sigh. Your hand moves and stays on top of his, enveloping it. Shit.

You are paralyzed. You just grabbed his hand. Like an idiot. Why did you do that? What will he think now? He'll think you're an idiot. You just held his hand like it was... romantic.

You quickly let go and bite your lips nervously. But your heart stops when Gavi takes your hand again and puts it under his, wrapping it around him, like you did before. Only this time it's him who takes it.

Fuck.

It's fucking romantic. And you don't even have feelings for him, do you? You fight your thoughts when you think of all the times you felt shy under his gaze. For all the times you found him looking at you while you danced, sang, or played at the campfire. For all the times you felt weird around him because for some reason, Pablo made you feel different from everyone else.

Did you like him? Sure, Gavi was good looking. Everyone would like someone like him. But you liked him differently. Like he was the only guy you wanted to get his attention. Like he was the only guy you wanted to be noticed, looked at, touched.

You gasped. You really liked him. But you could only confirm it now when his body was behind yours and his hands were touching you. Damn it.

«You liked him and you liked him a lot»

You know he's awake, you can hear him sighing behind you. You bite your lip when unconsciously your body slowly turns towards him. Gavi seemed to be waiting for him, because he himself helps you turn around with his hands on your waist.

When your eyes meet his, the world stops. The little light from the window enters and focuses directly into his eyes, illuminating his glow in them. You feel your belly contract and you want to kiss him. You want to touch him. You want to have it. Pablo watches you delicately, his fingers squeezing your back, as if encouraging you to come closer and you do.

One of your hands cup his face and you bring your lips to him, slowly and softly. When they touch, your belly roars. You don't even move, you just want to feel what they taste like. They are wet and taste sweet, warm and soft. A few seconds pass and his hands on your back, pulling you to him to kiss you. Strong and passionate. Needing your lips, as you need his lips to reciprocate.

Your hands encircle his neck and you pull him close to you, feeling his hard chest muscles on your chest. You kiss fiercely but deep and delicate. His skin feels warm from underneath yours and you gasp as his tongue enters your mouth. It's the best kiss you've ever had. Damn. You don't even take time to breathe properly when they part in a matter of milliseconds you take his lips again.

Desperate as if it were a drug. Kissing him hard and sure. Your stomach is a dance of butterflies, your body trembles and you're dying to feel it. No one had ever kissed you like this, no one had ever made you feel like this. What had changed now? Clearly it wasn't just the fact that Pablo liked you. There was something else. Something deeper in you that you still couldn't figure out.

His hands lift you up and help you sit on top of him, while they continue kissing. It's not sexual at all. It's just different. That's not to say you don't want to touch him in that sense, of course you do. But for now it's enough for you to kiss him. His lips are addictive, tentative, warm. You want him to kiss you until you're breathless. You want his arms to hold you. Hold you.

When your lungs beg for air, you part and your foreheads are pressed together as you sigh for air. His eyes fall into yours and he smiles as he licks his lips savoring the taste of you still on them. You gasp desperate for air. His hands taste from your thighs to your back and he caresses you while yours are on the sides of his neck.

"You are" he kisses your lips. "Fucking" he kisses you again. "Gorgeous" he kisses you again with each word.

A shy smile seems on your lips and you kiss him soft and wet again. You are lost in his mouth, in his gaze and in his caresses. You can't tear yourself away from him. It's as if you've been waiting for this your whole life but never dared.

Is that why you wanted to come back to this place after the last time? Because like no one else you had hoped to return to the Canary Islands to see your friends. Although you weren't sure if you wanted to see your friends... or you wanted to see Pablo.

"You made my life fucking hard, nena" he mutters in agitation. "I wanted to kiss you since two summers ago, since I saw you at the airport, while you were dancing at the bonfire, while you were laughing with your friends, at every moment" he confesses and your heart squeezes.

"Why didn't you?" you question in his eyes.

"Because I didn't know if you felt the same" he says and your breath catches.

You also didn't know if he felt the same and for that reason you never approached him that way. Although you weren't that aware of your deep feelings for Gavi either. At least until tonight.

"Then do it now" your hands go around his face.

"Oh yes. You'll get tired of me, nena" he laughs nuzzling his nose against yours.

"I don't think so, Gavi" you say laughing before crashing your lips against hers again.

[hardcore-jones]

I'm allergic to sunlight

Asirel x GN!Listener

I'm not the only one that's sick of summer right? RIGHT?? So I wrote a summer fic in the hopes it will end earlier lmao, and if i have to suffer in the sun so does Pet

TWs: Listener being a little mean?, Death and Suicide Mentioned in Passing

It was beyond you how anyone could enjoy the hot and unbearable thing that was the sun. You sat huddled under an umbrella, your sunglasses just barely kept your eyes from frying, a floppy sun hat keeping the majority of the sun off of you. The lounge chair was starting to dig uncomfortably into your skin and you were only one more minor annoyance from abandoning the sand and retreating back to the beach house behind you. Speaking of annoyances... 

Asirel emerged from the salty water, wet hair sticking to his forehead as he deposited his surfboard in the sand. He sauntered over, using a towel to dry himself off. 

"You look so miserable over here, pet. Is your reward not to your liking?" 

"Oh right, bringing a vampire to the brightest place on earth is definitely the type of reward I had in mind." You rolled your eyes, bunching up the linen swimsuit cover tighter around you. 

He sat at the other end of the chair, a hand resting on your knee as you sat criss-crossed. "You've had some fun, I even saw you smiling earlier when you found that starfish. A little vacation after protecting me seemed like quite the fair deal to me." 

Asirel must have felt he needed to overcompensate with the reward after a few men entered the estate with guns, though they barely made it a foot through the door before you were on them in a flurry of bloodlust and rage. It was as if he was saying 'see, you'll get nice things if you keep me safe'. 

"That reminds me, I got you something." The chair squeaked as he leaned over, digging through the beach bag next to you until he freed a book from the bottles of sunscreen and towels. He wiped excess sand off it before passing it to you. "I found this." 

"I swear if this is another copy of Twilight I'll drain you..." You mumbled and grabbed it with a quizzical expression. The book was warm in your hands, bound in red leather with a somewhat faded cover. 

"You told me the title before, but you never told me much about it." 

You turned it over a few times in your hands, stunned as you remembered it. "I read it before I was even turned. Well- I should say I read most of it. I never got to finish it, and I couldn't ever find a copy of it." You pulled your sunglasses down a few inches, staring into his eyes despite the harsh sunlight. "Where did you find this?" 

Asirel seemed unaware of your compulsion, or just unfazed, as if he was expecting it. "I have my ways." 

Damn it. Not a lie, of course, but not exactly the truth. You decided to abandon getting a straight answer. You put your sunglasses back up. "I'll have to read this later. Thank you." 

He smiled, a smirk you often wished you could wipe off his face. "Of course, only the best for you, pet." 

Asirel stretched out, laying against the lower half of the chair with his legs in the sun. "Lunch should be ready soon, if the sun is getting to you we can head inside now." 

You put the book down into your lap. "We can stay a few more minutes." 

"Good," He rested his hands behind his head as he looked out into the ocean. "It's been so many years since I've been here." 

"Hm, really? You have access to a beach house on your own island 24/7 and you just... don't go?" 

"My sister uses it more than I do." He explained. "She's quite the busy body, and travel has always been something she's enjoyed. We came together many times as children, but I just haven't had much desire to return since." 

"Is that when you got your amazing surfing abilities?" 

Asirel glared at you. He was very much not good at surfing. You stopped counting after the fourth wipe out. Your maniacal giggling made him roll his eyes at you. He stood up instead, holding out a hand and helping you to your feet. 

"Let's head in and have some drinks to cool down," Asirel used a spare towel to wrap around you, bunched up around your shoulders. 

"I told you the sun won't kill me, you don't have to cover me." 

"I know," he said, his voice almost drowned out by the waves flowing in. "but I know it's not pleasant." 

Asirel found out from first hand experience the myths surrounding vampires. He came to your room one day, stunned to see you pulling back the thick curtains and peering out the window to the garden below. He rushed over, pulling you away and covering the sun again, demanding to know why you'd try to kill yourself in the sunlight. You could hardly explain the misconception between your laughs. 

He kept a hand wrapped around your shoulder and began to lead you up the path and to the beach house. 

"Why don't we come back when this jet lag wears off? Swimming under the stars sounds much more enjoyable, doesn't it?" 

You could stop the chuckle when you asked, "Will you teach me how to surf then?" 

Asirel rolled his eyes, escorting you into the beach house.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[12:07 pm]

(cw: dad!johnny, gn!reader)

“You know I really thought our beach trip would be a weekend trip and not a week long trip at a beachfront hotel,” You sighed, settling down onto the beach towel you had just laid out under a large beach umbrella.

“What my baby wants, my baby gets,” Johnny smiled, pressing a kiss to the fat cheek of your daughter in his arms.

“She can’t talk John,” you rolled your eyes and extended your arms for her, “how did she tell you she wanted to come to the beach anyway?”

You began rubbing sunblock onto your daughters cheeks, cautious of her eyes and mouth, “We were watching tv and she got really excited when she saw the beach on the screen.”

You scoffed playfully, readjusting her bucket hat so her face was completely covered, “Your daddy spoils you, my little love.”

“Daddy spoils you too, now, let’s get my baby girl in the water!” Johnny smiled brightly, scooping up his daughter before he excitedly made his way to the water.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your face as you watched her chubby little legs kick with excitement and heard her faint squeals of happiness.

While you were relaxing in the warm shade and salty breeze, Johnny was busy getting his daughter used to the fresh ocean water that lightly lapped at his feet. He squatted down, holding his daughter beneath her arms and let her feel the water on her feet. She babbled happily, arms waving around while she dug her tiny toes into the wet sand. He sat her down, sitting behind her so she had support, and let her feel the sand in her hands. She loved it, grabbing tiny fistfuls and throwing it around, but he did have to stop her from eating it countless times. Every time a wave would make its way up shore where they sat, her breath would hitch in excitement while she squirmed, readying herself to feel the cool water. It was enough to keep her entertained for at least an hour.

Her hand came down to slap the water, Johnny smiled, hearing her happy baby babbling which was soon interrupted by sudden cry. Johnny checked to make sure she wasn’t hurt, but then he saw it- her hand in her mouth. “Oh, my little love. I know it tastes so yucky doesn’t it?”

He held her to his shoulder, swaying her back and forth as they walked back to where you were sat enjoying the calm beach day. You turned at the sound of your daughter’s cries, reaching for her as Johnny explained what happened. You reached for her water and some of her snacks, hoping that the taste would soon be out of her mouth. “At least she was having fun before she tasted the water,” you laughed lightheartedly, wiping away the streaks of tears from her red cheeks while she drank from her cup of water.

Johnny chuckled with you, “Wait right here.” Then he was dashing off somewhere behind you after he snatched up his wallet from the large tote you had beside you.

You pushed the hair away from your daughter’s face, ticking her to get her to laugh while you held her snack puffs in your palm. You pointed out some dolphins to her in the horizon, repeating the word in the hopes that she would parrot it back, but all you got was her usual baby noises.

In just a few minutes, Johnny returned panting with an armload of different popsicles and ice creams. He fell onto the towel in front of his daughter, startling her before she laughed at the dramatic behavior of her dad. He held up each package he bought, opening the first one that the baby reached for, a strawberry popsicle wrapped in bright yellow and pink, of course.

They shared bites of the cold treat, leaving you to have your pick of the leftovers. You all ate quietly, enjoying the sound of the crashing waves on the shore and other families enjoying the beach as well. You occasionally heard a soft ‘ahhhh’ as Johnny moved to feed your daughter again or a hum of approval from the baby sat between your outstretched legs.

“All done, little love. Did you like it?” Johnny asks the baby, pressing a kiss to her forehead while he wipes away the remaining red syrup around her mouth.

“We brought her food, it’s in the bag,” you tell Johnny, watching your daughter rub at her eyes with a closed fist.

You pulled her into your arms rocking her back and forth to lull her to sleep, “I didn’t want her fun time at the beach to be ruined by one bad moment. I had to make it up for my baby girl.”

“I would sure hope not, we've got 5 days left here. You spoil her John,” you sigh, tearing your eyes away from the waves to make eye contact with your husband who was still laying in front of you.

He laughed loudly, quickly muffling his laugh when you gave him a stern look, “Says you. Remind me again, was it you or me who had to go out and buy our daughter, who has never been in a body of water outside the bathtub, six new bathing suits?”

You averted your gaze to your daughter peacefully asleep in your arms, long eyelashes brushing the tops of her chubby cheeks. “Fine, we both spoil her.”

“And I spoil you both, you deserve it, my love.”

“We love you John, now let’s get little love out of her wet clothes,” you smiled softly, leaning forward to kiss Johnny gently before you stood up and grabbed your tote.

Johnny shook out the beach towel and followed behind you, “Maybe tomorrow she can try floating in the water, I got her some floaties.”

“Not happening John.” You told him in a voice that told him you were not to be argued with. Yeah, no floating for little love after all.

+BONUS

priv.suhjohnny

Liked by y/nsuh, priv.leemark, priv_ttyong, and 122 others

priv.suhjohnny it was all fun and games until little love tasted the water

leedonghyuck_priv i miss little love😭😭

y/nsuh we miss you hyuck

priv.leemark look at those tiny toes🥺🥰

priv.suhjohnny bro please keep that weird shit to yourself✋

jjaehyun.private Mark😳

leedonghyuck_priv bro…

priv_moon_taeil bro…

y/nsuh bro…

priv.leemark Y/N NOT YOU TOO😫

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A/N: did you guys like the ig post at the end? this one was really fun to write, enjoy!

[littleracha]

Ello! This is my first request can you do were CG Skz with their Little at the beach but the little can't swim?

Also english isn't my first language^^

Have a good day!

Hello Little Duckling! You are doing amazing sweetheart! This request is beyond adorable. I decided to write it story style instead of headcanon, I hope you don't mind.

Have a good day as well, little dumpling.

Just a Little Splash

Hot did not even begin to describe how it felt outside. The world seemed to be on fire and there was nothing to do to escape the heat. It was inevitable that you would slip due to the discomfort of the whole situation but that didn't bother your caregivers one bit. 

Instead, they were focused on cooling you down as your poor puffy face began to turn red and splotchy from the heat.

"Oh my poor baby, Mommy is so sorry." Felix felt awful seeing how your body was reacting. He placed a gentle hand on your forehead and was alarmed by your temperature. "Minho! Come here!" Felix shouted out before immediately going back to your care. "Shhh baby, Noona is coming. Your noonie will be here soon"

"What's wrong Lix, I am trying to stop Hyunjin from breaking what little A/C we have" Minho wiped his hands on his shirt before looking over at you. "My little kitten! What happened to you" He was instantly at your feet.

"They are burning up! I think the heat is starting to make them sick. We need to cool them down" Felix brushed your hair with his hand, it was a nervous habit of his as a caregiver.

"What about the waterpark?" I.N. seemed to show up out of nowhere.

"Can't, they closed it last week"

"DURING A HEAT WAVE"

"Don't yell at me! Take it up with Mr.Wildwaves himself" Minho snarked back to I.N.

"Hot" a weak little voice caught all the caregivers' attention.

"Oh we know sugar, Mommy is so sorry. Let's get everyone in here and figure out how to help our little baby." Felix ended his sentence with a bop to your nose. It didn't help much but it did make you giggle.

Once all the boys were in the living room, ideas started flying. The whole situation became overwhelming but thankfully Han caught on.

"Here little quokka, sit on Oppa's lap." After getting all snuggled up, Han pressed your head into his chest to muffle the noise.

"I got it!" Chan stood up from excitement at his idea.

"Little one?" Han kissed your head to get your attention. "Listen to Daddy now, okay?" You gave a tired smile.

"Let's go to the beach! Felix and I have been dying to take them! Minho already has lunch made so we can pack it up and take it with us. We can all hang out in the water and just relax. Sound good cubby?" Everyone could tell you agreed based on the smile that appeared on your face.

The trip to the beach was fairly uneventful. You rode with Chan, Felix, Seungmin, and Hyunjin. Jinnie tried his best to give your room so you didn't get hotter while Seungmin was determined to put every single car vent on you. This prompted a scolding from Chan in the driver's seat as he could see your teeth chattering.

When you began to see the ocean line break over the hills, you danced around in your seat. You climbed over Hyunjin to get a better look.

"Mama! See the water?" You pointed to the very obvious ocean.

"Mama isn't sure he sees it, baby. Can you point it out to me?" Hyunjin held onto your waist to keep you secure as he followed your instructions.

"But now Minnie wants to see pup! Can you show Minnie where it is?" You giggled at Seungmin's request but showed him anyway.

It was about an hour of setting up before the boys all collected around you and Jeongin on the beach towels. During that time Innie was explaining all the fun things you would get to do. All of it seemed like a whole new world to you and your eyes shined at every new activity. However, Jeongin didn't fail to notice how your eyes dulled at the mention of swimming. He wouldn't bring it up now, not while you are occupied by the strange substance known as sand.

"Okay, Bunbun! Plan time." Changbin swooped you up and sat back down with you.

"We are going to eat some lunch and then we are going to go play before we get in the water. Okay, Cubby?" Chan asked but he knew you weren't fully paying attention, Binnie was always too much of a distraction.

Minho passed out the food and gave Changbin a gentle reminder that the baby had to eat most of their food. However, that didn't stop your dada from becoming the munch monster and sneaking bites out of everything you had. While you were distracted, Jeongin whispered something to Felix.

The next few hours were some of the most fun you had. It started with sea shell hunting with Han. Then Hyunjin helped you make a sand castle fit for a mermaid royal family. Seungmin took you on a small walk up the coastline and introduced you to all the dogs that came your way. Changbin played some games like catch and frisbee with you and the other boys while Jeongin set up a small dance party. Whispers seemed to surround everything you did.

It seemed to be that time. All the boys eventually ended up in the water, well all but Minho. No, instead Minho was watching you take your much-needed nap under the comfort of the umbrella. Your eyes blinked open and you retreated into Minho's lap when the light came in.

"Oh Kitten, a little too bright huh?" He chuckled as he shielded your eyes. 

"Do you wanna join your other caregivers in the water baby, itll be much cooler."

"Um....No thank you" The way you fidgeted with your shirt was telling.

"Kitten, can Noonie ask you a question?" he was met with a hum in response. "My little kitten doesn't like water, do they? Baby, do you maybe not know how to swim?" You shied away in embarrassment. "No need to be embarrassed honey! Guess what, Noona can't swim either!"

"Noonie doesn't know how to swim?" Your head perked up at his confession.

"Nope! But you know what? I think maybe we should be brave together. What do you say kitten? Just a little splash?"

"Just a little splash." You repeated to yourself.

Minho carried you down to the water with his own shaking arms. To be honest he was just as scared as you were. But when the boys saw you both coming, the looks on their faces ranged from comforting to excited. Minho's toes graced the water and he jumped back a bit by the cold. 

Then, once situated, he lowered you down to the ground. He had to give you a bit of a shake to make you let go but his hand instantly intertwined with yours.

One step at a time you two entered the water all while Chan and Felix held out their arms.

"Come here baby, come to Daddy" Chan beckoned you over.

"Can't Daddy!" You backed into Minho.

"Yes, you can baby! Move your arms just like this" Felix motioned what he wanted you to do. "Then kick your little leggies!"

You followed his instructions and while you were moving slowly, you were moving.

"That's it cubby! Just a bit more!" All the boys cheered as you made your way into Chan's arms.

"Your turn Minho!" Han called out and was instantly met with rejection. Suddenly his torso was wet. When he looked to find the culprit he found a very smitten little staring back.

"It's just a little splash, Noonie!"

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Shimmering Silk (Jamil x GN!Reader)

You tucked your knees under your chin, eyes trained on your three friends. Just feet away from the shore, Deuce, Ace, and Grim were building a sandcastle; they claimed it would be “Even better than Night Raven.” You’d be the judge of that. A little small twitched at your lips as the three bickered on how their masterpiece should be built. Even at the best of times, the three just couldn’t seem to get along for more than a day. Deuce was definitely the most mature of the three, but like the other two he had his stubborn moments. Once again, you were not only there to watch their shenanigans, but also to make sure those schemes didn’t get out of hand. 

There was movement a distance behind your friends. Your eyes trained on the large rock that jutted out of the blue-green waters of the sea. It was close enough to shore, but far enough to reach the deep waters - which was why so many students had flocked there to take a dive. You spied Ruggie’s head rise from the gentle waves; he must have been the one that just dove in. He shook his head, hands coming to wipe water from his eyes as a grin spread across his face. He cast his gaze up in the direction of the other divers, and though you couldn’t exactly make out what he said, the motion of his arm signaled for the next to come down. 

On top of the rock you saw four figures: Jamil, Kalim, Cater, and Epel. Jamil was at the front of the line, the others behind him looking eager for their turn. Kalim patted Jamil on the back in a show of encouragement - something you knew the man didn’t need. As elegant as a swan, the man dove into the sea below, so smooth there was barely a splash. For a moment there was nothing - Jamil was nowhere to be seen. Seconds later, he finally rose. He threw his head back as he surfaced, his beautiful, silken black locks making a perfect arch as it flipped back behind him. You were in awe at just how gorgeous one man could be. 

The fact only made itself more apparent when Jamil came to shore minutes later. Water droplets glimmered upon his skin and dripped down his body, highlighting every curve and crevice. His lean muscles flexed as he fixed his hair; you were always impressed by how fast he could redo his entire hairstyle so quickly and effortlessly. You watched as Jamil made his way over to the cabana Kalim had rented for himself and others to use, his back now facing you. Jamil picked up a towel - his towel - and began to dry himself off; you almost mourned every droplet that was soaked into the plush cotton. 

“Hey!” Fingers snapped in front of your face, startling you from your thoughts. You snapped your head up to meet Ace’s eye. “We’ve been calling you for, like, five minutes now. You good?” 

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine!” you stuttered. “I was just, uh-”

“Admiring the view?” You wanted to slap away that shit-eating smirk across the redhead’s face. He laughed as you shot him a glare. “C’mon, you can’t deny you! It isn’t the first time - and your red cheeks just give it away.” 

“Something wrong?” Deuce asked as he walked over, bucket tucked under his arm. 

“Nah,” Ace replied, thumb jutted out in your direction, “[Y/n] here’s just drooling over Jamil, no big-” You picked up your plastic water bottle and threw it at Ace’s head. He let out an ‘Ow!’ as it met its mark. “What the hell?!” 

“Would you shut up?!” you hissed. “You’re being too loud!” 

“Didn’t have to hit me for it!” Ace argued, hand rubbing his temple. “Mr. Eye Candy isn’t listening anyway.” 

Before you could tackle the man to the ground for a pummeling, Grim called out from the sandcastle-in-progress. “Hey! I need more wet sand!”

“I’m on it!” Deuce called back. Before he ran off, Deuce gave Ace a flick to the forehead and a small glare. “Quick being a dick, Ace.” 

Ace glared after him and let out a huff as he stomped back to the sandcastle. You sighed and shook your head, picking your water bottle up from the sand. You realized then that you hadn’t closed it all the way…well, looks like you’d have to get another. You hoped they weren’t too expensive around here. Before you could even leave your towel, however, someone else trotted up to you. 

“Here!” It was Kalim. He held a water bottle out to you - one of those fancy metal ones. “This is for you!” 

“Oh, uh, thanks!” You gave him a smile as you took it. “I…spilled mine just now, so you came just in time.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Kalim’s bright grin was like the sun. “Jamil told me.”

Your heart stopped. Panic filled your system as you looked over to the cabana, just in time to see Jamil finish taking a drink from his own bottle; you tried not to pay too much attention to the way his Adam’s apple bobbed with the final swallow. His towel was now draped over the back of his neck…you kinda wished you were the towel. As if he sensed you mildly (liar) ogling him, Jamil’s dark eyes glanced up in your direction. For a second, his expression was unreadable, the same as it usually was - and then a smug smile stretched across his handsome face. It hit you then: He’d either overhead what Ace said, or he’d known you were looking at him the whole time. You quickly looked away from him, face burning in embarrassment. 

You barely heard Kalim above the blood that pumped in your ears. “I thought we could all have a cookout later tonight. You’ll be there, right?”

Though your mind was muddled with flustered thoughts, you answered him. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be there.” 

“Great! See you tonight then!” 

You honestly wanted nothing more than to bury yourself in the sand. How were you going to face Jamil at the cookout - or at any other point ever again? This was all so embarrassing! 

But…if Jamil knew of your attraction to him, nonetheless had Kalim deliver the water bottle to you, then…maybe…he might feel the same? A very big leap of faith that was…but you might never get to shoot your shot again. You clutch the water bottle close, the cool metal feeling nice against your hot cheeks. You turned your eyes back on your three friends, tried to solely focus on them and their building endeavors. But every so often, your eyes would wander back to a certain Scarabian - and, sometimes, he would already be staring right back at you. 

[mooodyblue]

hiiii! i just had this thought stuck in my head about taking either little!e or austin to like the aquarium or the beach for their birthdays! i just think it’d be so cute! 🖤

ty for the request!! here are little!aus aquarium headcannons i did a while back! went ahead n did little!e at the beach <3 enjoy!!

wc: 1k

masterlist

you begged and begged for this vacation. it was elvis’s birthday week and he deserved a proper break, to be able to finally relax with just the two of you alone. you were over the moon when you finally got everything into plan, booking a flight to hawaii and surprising elvis the moment you landed privately and headed straight to your private rented home right near the beach.

the day of his birthday, he got so overexcited that he slipped into his headspace and was on you all day about going to the beach. he was also excited about cake and presents and ice cream and-well, everything. it’s his birthday, he loves that he gets a day all to himself. you woke up to elvis hovering over you, still in his jammies, his hair sticking all over the place with a wide smile on his face. “momma? you awake?”

you squinted your eyes at him, glancing at the clock behind him and then up at his smiling face. “i guess i am now.” you raised your head up slightly to peck him on the nose, “g’mornin’, silly boy. is today a special day?”

he nodded quickly. “it’s elvie’s birthday, momma! elvie day!”

“oh, is it? is that right?” you grinned. 

“mommy promised elvie a trip to the beach today.” he giggled. 

“that’s right. i did. but maybe we can get some breakfast first. what are we thinking?” you asked.

elvis thought for a minute, thinking hard. “pancakes! a-and um, maybe eggs!” he decided.

you cooked him a big birthday breakfast and made everything just the way he liked it. he insisted on having both juice and milk, thankfully you brought a couple of sippy cups and filled them both just for him. you fed him happily, wiping off the sticky syrup from the corners of his mouth every time. 

after getting him washed up and ready for the day, he still begged and begged for you to take him to the beach. he didn’t care about cake or presents, he just wanted to go out to the ocean outside the house. 

he watched as you packed a beach bag, his eyes glimmering with excitement as he caught on to what you were doing. “are we goin’ to the beach now? please? pretty please?”

playfully rolling your eyes, “yes elvis, we're going to the beach. go get ready.” you chuckled. elvis bolted out of the room, rushing to get himself changed and ready for his day at the beach. 

the moment you stepped out onto the sandy beach, elvis darted for the water and jumped right in before you could open your mouth and stop him. “christ, elvis! seriously?” you sighed as he completely ignored you, swimming around with all the happiness in the world as you got yourself settled in your chair. 

“momma! look! look! are you lookin’?” elvis yelled from across the water. you sat up and glanced at him floating on his back, kicking his feet in the water.

“oh, look at you! don’t stay in too long or you’ll get all wrinkly.” elvis giggled and swam back up to the shore, pushing his wet hair back and padding his way to you. you smiled and waved him over, digging out the towel next to you in your bag. he caught it once you threw it to him, wrapping it around his shoulders as you used another towel to ruffle and dry his hair. “you getting tired yet?”

“nope!” he exclaimed, sitting on the ground next to you to get to work on his sandcastle. “momma, can you help?” he asked, looking up at you with his big, blue eyes.

you couldn’t say no to that face. setting your book aside, you crouched over beside him. “what should i do?” 

elvis hummed, patting at the sand with his hands as he molded it into a shape. “shells! any kind. wanna put some on the outside of the castle. a-and maybe on the top a-and on the floor and-oh! maybe i can make a river…” he trailed off, coming up with ways to decorate both the castle and outside on it. 

you chuckled, ruffling his hair with your hand. “okay, i’ll get you as many shells as i can.” you picked up a bucket and headed to the shore, picking up all the various shells you should find as you walked along the shoreline. meanwhile, elvis was already hard at work on the second layer of his castle, doing his best to shape everything perfectly to make it even and stand tall. he then called for you, asking for the shells. you returned quickly gasping at the small tower in the sand. “baby! you’re so talented!” you sat on the ground with him, setting the small bucket beside him. 

“‘s gonna be the best castle ever, momma! you’ll see. can you put the shells on the outside?” he looked inside the bucket and pushed it back over to you.

you both worked on the sandcastle together for awhile. all the way up until the sun began to set. truthfully, in between building he would often toss sand at you or tell you to do something differently. he had completely forgot about it being his birthday just as you lost track of time. “i know you wanna keep building, but we have to go back, honey. we have to do cake and presents.” you frowned. 

“oh.” he looked down at his castle and then up at you. “can we come back tomorrow?” 

“if you’re good, i promise.” you stood up and wiped the sand from your shorts, helping him up as he helped you pack your things. 

he kept a towel wrapped around his neck, securing it tightly around his body. “momma, look over there!” he pointed behind you at nothing.

you turned around, trying to see what he was pointing at. “huh?” you looked around then turned to look at elvis, who was giggling and running away from you as fast as he could. 

“i’ll race ya!” he yelled.

“you’re going to be the death of me!” you groaned, leaving to chase after him.

[outlaw-monarch]

Gotta bring a towel for under your neck, a big fluffy bed comforter that's too worn for the bed anymore, an umbrella (or one of those pop-up UV protection half-tents) probably a beachchair or two, & a big-ass cooler with snacks & drinks. (Plus the obvious stuff like sunscreen & a little bag for your trash.) The beach can be fun as hell for AWHILE if you prep to be there.

Activities-wise, it depends who you're there with, cause obviously what different ages of people want from the beach is pretty variable.

That said, my favorite order to make a long beach day fun goes something like:

Play in the sand or lay in the sun until too hot. (This is a good time to get pictures before anyone's hair looks too funny, or they get sweaty.)

Okay you're too hot. Oceantime. Splash around / Swim. Maybe float & stare up at the sky if it's calm. Maybe try to ride the waves with a boogie-board if it's not.

Drink a bunch of the water you brought + w/e else you've got along. (Lemonade, iced tea or coffee?)

Is it low tide yet? You can look for interesting sea creatures BUT BE NICE you are in their house. Also a good time to walk pretty far out into the ocean, or walk a sandbar to a small island if there is one. But watch the time!

Rest in sun to dry off or take a walk down the beach to look for shells. Good time for chatting if you & others feel like it.

Eat a snack. Or lunch!

Okay NOW rest in the SHADE you brought. Also a good time to reapply sunscreen & use wipes to get it off your palms, then read or nap.

Take that walk down the beach now maybe if you didn't. This time, use the facilities. 🚽

Ooh there's an ice cream truck. Tell everyone you're with & take turns watching the stuff while each other gets something.

Sticky now. Back in the ocean.

Okay now play in the sand/take another nap

Sunset pictures or end of beach day pics

Pack up the stuff, including the trash

Last chance for restroom!

If they have footwashes/outdoor showers for rinsing now's the time. Pat dry!

If not, just dust majority of sand off self/feet in parking lot.

Use any dry towels to protect car seats for drive home.

Examine tan, sunburn, & photos after shower.

[captain-hawks]

room service

soshiro hoshina x f!reader

The Vice-Captain lends you a hand while you’re bathing when you find yourself injured after training. It’s platonic, until it’s not.

wc: 2.8k

c: 18+ only, fingering, oral sex, hoshina the pussy eating king

requested

SPICY SLEEPOVER — HEAT WAVE EDITION

>>> help!!! Vice-Cap Hoshina: ?? >>> come to my room, you might have to ask the guy at the front desk for another key >>> i can’t move Vice-Cap Hoshina: Generally speaking, you’d normally call someone, rather than text, if there’s an emergency.  >>> hoshina please Vice-Cap Hoshina: I should make you do push-ups for that.  >>> i will actually die if you make me do that right now

Ten minutes later, you hear the click of a lock a moment before the door to your hotel room swings open, and you’d assume it’s Hoshina—if you could see from your current position. 

“He really didn’t wanna give me this,” he calls out as he takes off his shoes by the door. “So if he asks later, we’re datin’. We were just in an argument when we booked separate rooms. What the—“

Hoshina freezes in his tracks as he finally walks into the room proper, eyes landing on where you’re currently flat on your back on the king-sized bed wearing nothing but a towel, legs hanging off the mattress as you stare up at the ceiling. 

“I can’t move,” you tell him again with a sigh. 

“Ya can’t move…” he trails off, stepping closer and scratching the back of his head as he leans over you. 

“I think I pinched my back in that last section of the obstacle course earlier.”

Most of the Third Division is currently off-site for a two-day training camp. Everyone’s excitement about a beach trip had waned significantly at the intimidating sight of the harrowing obstacle course the first morning, though, which is half in the sand and half on the water. Even Hoshina looked a little worse for wear after a couple hours out in the stifling humidity that had somehow gotten worse overnight. 

You’d managed to get through the first day mostly unscathed, barring a few instances where you found yourself embarrassingly distracted by the sight of Hoshina using the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. 

—and when he’d given up hope on his normally neat hair, dragging his fingers through the sweat-soaked strands to push them back from his face every so often. 

—and when he’d climbed across the agility ladder faster than anyone else, his t-shirt fighting for its life against the constant flex and roll of his defined shoulders. 

But regardless of your particular fixation with the Vice-Captain, it was entirely your own fault when you got a little sloppy at the end as you tried to beat Ichikawa and Furuhashi’s impressive clear times over the final climbing wall. You didn’t want the new recruits showing you up that easily. 

While you achieved the time you were aiming for, you also made some reckless maneuvers in the process, a jolt of pain running down your spine when you landed. Mistakenly, you thought you were fine, until you returned to your room later to shower, bent down to pick something up off of the floor, and ended up collapsed atop the bed in pain as you attempted to rise to your feet. 

Which is where the object of your fantasies now finds you, albeit in a far less sexy scenario than you would have hoped would lead to Hoshina leaning over your naked body. 

The mattress dips between the weight of his hand pressing down beside you, and your breath hitches in your throat as he inspects your face for a moment before straightening back up. 

You’re close enough with Hoshina, generally, that it shouldn’t come as a surprise that you’d feel comfortable enough to ask him for assistance in your miserable predicament, but as you find yourself fighting to steady the rapid beating of your heart beneath his gaze, you begin to slightly regret your decision. 

“Did ya call me to help get your pants on?” he asks, a brow raised. 

“I need to get into the shower,” you groan. “You know how hot it was out there today, I feel disgusting.”

Hoshina scoffs. “You think you can shower like this?”

Tossing a hand over your eyes, you let out a defeated huff of air. “There’s a tub.”

—

After an awkward shuffle into the bathroom with Hoshina’s arm wrapped around your side, during which you almost drop your towel no less than three times (a nipple peaks out on one of those occasions, he remains decidedly silent on the matter), you eventually find yourself seated on the closed lid of the toilet as he fills up the tub with steaming hot water and soap. 

“Ya do realize, despite the way you’ve been clutchin’ that towel like your life depends on it, you’re gonna have to be naked while I help ya in there,” he says over the sound of the running water, leaning over the side to drag a hand through it. 

“If you leave me to my own devices I’m sure I can drag myself in there eventually.”

He stares at you and responds flatly, “You’ll drown.”

You offer him a grin and two thumbs up. “Then you won’t have to worry about me aiming to dethrone you as Vice-Captain anymore.”

Hoshina just blinks, his lips slightly parted. 

You glance down and realize you let the towel drop, your tits spilling out. 

When you look back at him, he’s quietly staring up at the ceiling. 

Once the tub is full, you manage to get in with only a minimal amount of interactions that you’ll be replaying in your head until the end of time—particularly the firm grip of Hoshina’s hands on your bare hips as he helps you climb in. 

That, and the knowledge that your bare ass has now been in his face. Like, directly. You’re pretty sure one cheek accidentally brushed against his nose. 

(As you settle against the porcelain, you don’t mention the fact that you’re not entirely confident you’ll be able to get out when all is said and done, your back angrily protesting from all the movement you’ve put it through in the past fifteen minutes.)

“Oh,” you say after a moment, looking around. “Can you pass me a washcloth?”

You wait for the water to splash in your face as he tosses it to you, but Hoshina walks over and places it in your hand instead, giving you a pointed look before going to lean against the sink, turning his attention to his phone. 

Well, the tub is so full of soap bubbles, it’s not like he can see anything. But you still ask, “Are you going to wait in here?”

He glances up from the bright screen. “Your phone ain’t in here to text me while you’re drowning,” he deadpans. 

You flick water in his direction before returning your focus to the task at hand. 

Unfortunately, while showering would have been a slippery, dangerous challenge in and of itself, bending your body and moving your shoulders to use the washcloth is clearly also not entirely within your realm of capabilities at the moment. 

A shadow hovers over you the moment after you let out a yelp of pain, and Hoshina crouches down beside the lip of the tub. 

“Really?” he asks, almost teasing. 

You sigh heavily. “Do you think room service offers sponge baths?”

Hoshina makes a face. “Don’t think we should let ya find out. That creep at the front desk seemed real disappointed when I said I was your boyfriend.”

You’d managed to brush it off the first time he said it, too distracted by the need to explain your predicament, but now it’s impossible to ignore the words on Hoshina’s tongue. The implication that the two of you could be dating. The fact that he took it upon himself to make up the lie in the first place. 

Heat flushes across your body, and it has little to do with the temperature of the soapy water you’re currently sitting in. 

“I can literally feel the sand that’s still stuck on me,” you groan. 

Hoshina exhales, seemingly coming to a decision as he takes the washcloth from your hands. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a brat?”

Something about the way he says it makes you clench your thighs together, and the water in the tub trembles slightly as a result. 

“Just you.”

“I find that real hard to believe.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth. “So do you want my help or not?”

You close your eyes as Hoshina remains crouched at the side of the tub, forcefully playing back memories of gruesome kaiju takedowns and gruelling training drills and anything else to distract you from how fucking divine it feels to have the Vice-Captain carefully scrubbing your naked body clean. 

“Does this hurt?”

Hoshina’s voice interrupts your thoughts as his hand stills, and you open your eyes to meet his concerned gaze. 

“What?”

“You look like you’re in pain,” he gestures to your face. 

You shake your head, assuring him that it’s fine, and you make an active effort to relax and let your facial expressions do the same. 

Unfortunately, already feeling a little dizzy and soft under the hot wisps of steam rolling off of the water, you let yourself relax a little too much—because your brain to mouth filter is absolutely fucking nowhere to be found when Hoshina misjudges the location of your abdomen and ends up dragging the washcloth between your spread legs instead. 

It takes half a second to realize that you moaned out loud. 

Both of you freeze. 

You chance a glance over at him, only to regret treating yourself to a front row seat to his darkened eyes and clenched jaw. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out. 

He blinks at you. “No, I’m sorry.”

You stare back at him. “What? No. That was my fault. Sorry, it just…it’s been a while…” you trail off, mumbling the last few words. 

He tilts his head to the side. “Weren’t you seein’ that dork who just got moved to the First Division?” he asks. 

The way he refers to the fellow officer you’d hooked up with a few times recently does something funny to your insides, the near bitter tone of his words. 

The fact that you didn’t think anyone else knew—or had been paying enough attention to find out. 

And maybe it’s the heat. 

Maybe it’s how exhausted you are right now. 

Maybe it’s just because your filter has decided to clock out for the evening and Hoshina looks so goddamn good right now and your cunt is throbbing—

Your next words come tumbling out, “He never made me come.”

Hoshina’s expression is unreadable. “What?”

“He uh…wasn’t really into the idea fingering me or eating me out, and he didn’t really understand when I told him I need my clit touched during sex, and…” you trail off again, fighting the urge to clap a hand over your mouth at the oversharing of information Hoshina definitely didn’t ask to hear. 

Hoshina looks a little speechless, and you briefly consider dunking your head underwater. 

Then, he shakes his head. “I can’t believe that.”

Cringing, you cover your face with one of your wet hands. “Look, I know it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to remind me—“

A hand clasps your wrist, pulling it away from your face, and you look up into Hoshina’s serious expression. “No, I can’t believe that idiot would turn down a chance to get his mouth on ya and taste you.”

You inhale sharply, very aware of the fact that Hoshina’s hand with the washcloth is still resting atop your thigh underwater. 

“Do you like it?” you ask quietly. 

It, being eating pussy. Though your heart is pounding far too hard behind your ribcage to get the rest of the words out in an intelligible manner. 

He nods slowly, leaning a little closer to you. “You’d be coming every day on my tongue.”

“Oh,” you exhale, more than a little breathless as your cunt throbs underwater.

And somehow you know that if you left it at that, the Vice-Captain would pretend this never happened. He’d help you out of the tub, assist you in drying off, and he’d pretend like he’s not completely aware you’d be trying to find any comfortable position to finger your wet cunt the second the door swings shut behind him. 

He’ll show his cards, but he won’t push you across the line. 

So instead, you reach for him—literally. 

You hold Hoshina’s gaze as you tug his hand back between your legs, biting your lip at the sharp spark of pleasure that sears your insides as he slowly, carefully drags the cloth down the length of your folds. 

Then you take the cloth from him, and he groans quietly, cupping your cunt with his bare hand. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, running a finger up and down your slit before slipping it inside of you. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He exhales roughly as he begins to thrust his finger in and out of your pussy, your channel slick and sticky with arousal even in the tub. 

Before you realize what you’re doing, Hoshina’s nose is brushing against yours as you thread your fingers into the hair at the back of his head and tug him forward. He groans when your lips crash together, cupping the side of your face with his free hand as he licks his way into your mouth in a filthy, desperate, spit-soaked kiss. 

And oh, his fucking tongue. 

He wasn’t kidding. 

“Hoshina, I…I want you to—“ your words are cut off by the moan that crawls up your throat when he strokes your swollen clit with his thumb. 

“Tell me what you want,” he rasps against your lips. 

Your chest heaves, your tits splashing in the water, and you pull his hair a little harder—eliciting a lewd groan from him in the process—as you beg, “Taste me.”

It’s a blur—the moments between when Hoshina swiftly helps you ease your soaking wet body out of the tub, and when you find yourself atop the mattress again, this time with no towel to cover your naked body. 

And when Hoshina spreads your legs wide and settles between them, you’d think he’s the one being pleasured at the deep groan of satisfaction that rumbles in his throat when he gets his mouth on your cunt. 

Hoshina’s not the first man that’s been between your legs, but it’s difficult to remember anything else, any feeling that doesn’t pale in comparison to the addicting, euphoric waves of pleasure rushing through you as he laps at your folds and slides his tongue into your tight, quivering entrance. 

Fingers digging tightly into the sheets, you writhe—as best as you can, given the pain that still radiates down your back. But you can’t be bothered by it, not when you’re on the verge of sobbing as Hoshina tongue fucks you like it’s his sole goddamn fucking mission as the Vice-Captain of the Third Dvision. 

With one hand kneading your ass, he sucks at your puffy clit while he plunges two fingers deep inside of you, teasing your soaking wet walls while you drag the balls of your feet atop the sheets, toes curling hard. 

“You have no idea,” he groans, laving his tongue through your folds, “how goddamn good you taste.”

He curls his tongue, dragging a sloppy stroke up the length of your hole to your clit. “How pretty you sound—“

He stuffs two fingers inside of you, and you let out a choked out, moaning sob. The mattress groans beneath you as his own hips rock downward into it. 

“How the fuck could a man not be doin’ anything in his power—“

A third finger joins the two digits, and your walls spasm as you tremble in pleasure. 

“—to hear you like this—“

He mouths at your cunt again, lapping up the juices dripping out of you, and he continues to grind his cock into the mattress. 

“—every goddamn day—“

The whip inside of you snaps, your vision going white as scorching, blistering pleasure floods through your body, your cunt rapidly expanding and contracting on Hoshina’s tongue. He groans, low and rough, and gets onto all fours as you come down from your orgasm, his flushed, leaking cock springing free from the confines of his pants a moment later. 

He wastes no time in spitting in his palm, firmly grasping his cock as he stares down at your naked body. You can tell he’s not going to last long, not with how furiously he’s stroking his achingly hard, long shaft.

“Come closer,” you beckon, running your hands over the swell of your breasts. 

Hoshina groans, fucking his fist even harder as he hovers over you. And when you reach up to wrap one of your hands around his cock as well, he’s barely pumped into your grip twice before his hips are stuttering as he spills rope after rope of hot, sticky cum all over your tits.

He collapses beside you as his climax wanes, breathing hard. 

You turn to glance at him, running a finger through the cum streaked across one of your nipples before bringing it to your mouth and making a show of sucking it off. 

“I think I need another bath.”

He chokes, and laughs. 

[prestigefloors]

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[xutokawa]

aahh the s/o finding scratch marks is fulfilling my angst needs 😭🤚🏽 could u maybe do one with bokuto & suna 🥺 i love your writing so much!! xx

pairings: suna x reader, bokuto x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.3k

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a/n: thank you for your support! I tried adding more plot to it this time hehe. breaking bokuto’s heart broke mine bro :( hope you like it! also TYSM GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS FDJSKF i love every single one of yu :D <3 mwah mwah mwah

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Suna

“Rin, hand me the soy sauce,” you asked, not looking up from the dish you were stir frying.

“Get it yourself,” Suna teased back. Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand. Laughing, Suna came up behind you, placing the bottle of soy sauce in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands snuck under your shirt, laying on your bare stomach. You leaned back into his chest, sighing contently. The two of you rarely had time together anymore. While you were burying yourself in your work in hopes for a promotion, Suna was busy with practices that extended throughout the whole day. Both of you were exhausted by the time you came home to your apartment together, unable to muster the energy to do anything except fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Mmm, you smell good,” Suna said, taking a deep breath into your neck.

“I think that’s the fried rice you’re smelling,” you joked back. Butterflies stormed your stomach as Suna’s hands gently massaged your sides. Even after living with the middle blocker for three years, he never failed to make you feel like a crushing high school student. Suddenly, Suna’s gentle hands grew antsy, teasingly tickling your sides. Jumping, you tell him, “Rin, stop! I’m going to spill something!”

“I think I’ll keep going,” Suna teased back, his hands continuing to tickle you. With one poke to your side, your entire body jerked, causing the soy sauce in your hand to fling into the air, and onto Suna’s shirt.

“Y/n! I really liked this shirt!” Suna whined. 

“That’s your fault, baby. I told you to stop,” you shrugged, laughing at his expression.

“Whatever, I’m going to go change,” Suna pouted, turning away.

As you finished cooking, you went into your shared bedroom to tell Suna dinner was ready. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you saw his changing form. Back to you, long scratch marks ran down the length of his back. Scratches that were not put there by you. 

“R-rin, what is this?” You asked, voice beginning to waver.

Suna spun around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/n! Why didn’t you knock?” Suna nervously asked, rushing to push his t-shirt over his head, “It’s nothing, babe, just uh, got in a fight!”

“Are you sure it was a fight? Or was it a late night in someone else's bed?” You asked accusingly, brows furrowing. Would your Suna cheat on you? You had felt pretty secure about your relationship before now, never having a reason to doubt your trust in your boyfriend. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to make excuses for the lines raked down his back. 

Pain and guilt flashed across Suna’s eyes, and that’s when you knew. You were wrong to believe you gave him everything he needed in a relationship.

“Look, y/n, we can figure this out, just let me-” Suna began.

“Please, stop,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears. The middle blocker felt his heart shatter watching you back away from him as if he were a plague. 

“No, you don’t understand! I can’t lose you like this,” Suna said, walking towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms and wipe your tears away. He stopped in his tracks, however, when you flinched away from his touch, hatred flickering in your eyes. At that moment, Suna felt like the scum of the earth.

“Please, get away from me. Get out of this room, get out of this apartment! I don’t need your excuses,” You said, voice raising. When you finally looked up to meet Suna’s eyes, you found nothing but despair and regret. 

“No! I won’t leave you, y/n! You don’t understand how much I need-” Suna started.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Rintarou,” you scoffed. The pain in Suna’s chest grew at the use of his full name.

“I-it’s Rin. You always call me Rin. Please, call me Rin,” Suna pleaded, voice beginning to shake, “Stop distancing yourself from me. I’m your Rin. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you!”

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Rintarou! Cheating on me and then begging for me to stay and forgive you? Tell me, what was your plan? Did you just want a quick fuck one night? Or did you plan to keep cheating on me for the rest of our relationship?” You angrily walked towards him. Suna watched as the love you once held in your eyes for him turned into agony. He felt himself crumple knowing he was the sole cause of your anger and hurt.

“No! It was a mistake! Please, let me make it up to you,” Suna reached for your hands, desperate to have you with him.

“The only mistake that was made here was me trusting you,” You said, spinning around as you headed for the door. Suna physically flinched at your words, hurt and shame flooding his body. Panic filled his mind at the sound of your keys jingling and the sound of you putting on your shoes.

“Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Please don’t leave, it’s not safe for you to go out right now. Just stay and let us talk about it,” Suna pleaded, walking up behind you.

“I’d rather be anywhere but here with you right now,” you coldly replied, reaching out for the door handle. Suna rushed to stop you from turning the knob.

“Please, y/n, I can’t handle you leaving me,” Suna whispered.

“Just leave it, Suna. No amount of begging or love can fix my trust for you,” you replied, back towards his sobbing figure. Suna finally fell to his knees in defeat as you walked out of the apartment, knowing he lost you forever.

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Bokuto

“Ugh, I’m so ready to just relax,” you sighed out, dramatically splaying your arms across the center console in your fiancé’s car. A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of Bokuto chuckling from beside you, not taking his eyes off the road. You could never get used to his laugh, no matter how many times you’ve heard it.

“I know, baby. You deserve it,” Bokuto replied, taking one hand off the steering wheel to place on your thigh, giving a light squeeze. The two of you had been insanely busy the month leading up to this trip. From your boss’ unrelenting demands at work to your family’s constant nagging and opinions on your wedding decorations, the two of you just needed to catch a break. So, when Bokuto brought up the idea of a weekend beach trip, you immediately agreed, jumping up and down in excitement.

The beaming sun immediately warmed your skin as you stepped out of the car. Warmth spread through your body as you glanced back at Bokuto as he started pulling out your stuff from the trunk, looking up to flash you his smile you had fallen in love with ages ago. 

“You go on ahead and find a spot for us, I’ll follow in a second,” Bokuto called out to you. Giving a thumbs up, you started towards the gleaming ocean, excitement filling your body as you felt the sand beneath your feet. Finally, choosing a spot, you unfolded your beach chair, spreading your towel across the top. A smile settled on your face as you laid down, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the harsh rays. Your eyes drifted closed, the sounds of waves crashing and children giggling putting you in a serene state.

Bokuto chuckled at your appearance before setting up his own beach chair next to you, situating a beach umbrella between the two chairs. He felt his heart speed up as he gazed at your relaxing figure, wanting nothing more than to cover your face in kisses. The spiker felt so much love for you, so he felt nothing but confusion as to how he woke up in another person’s bed two nights ago, naked. His adoration for you was replaced with guilt. Bokuto still hadn’t figured out how to approach the situation, how to tell you without you breaking off the engagement. He wanted nothing more than to watch you walk down the aisle in a few months, than to have children running around the two of you as you prepared dinner, than to grow old with you by his side. Bokuto was still unsure of what happened that night to cause him to slip out of a random person’s apartment in his clothes from the previous night.

The spiker was shook from his thoughts at the sound of your voice. 

“Are you going into the water?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I think I will just to cool off,” Bokuto replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Okay, I’ll join you in a bit, I just want to lay for a little longer,” you replied to him, closing your eyes again.

“Okay, baby. Take your time,” Bokuto said, placing a kiss on your forehead before starting towards the water. You giggled as you watched your fiancé run towards the ocean. Your laughter quickly died, however, once you saw his back.

Your eyes widen with a mixture of shock and confusion, racking your brain for an explanation for the long, red strips that lined your fiance's back, but, no matter how hard you thought, nothing came up. The past month had been too hectic for the two of you to ever get close to intimate. Tears began pricking your eyes as the realization that Bokuto had cheated on you settled in your mind. 

Does he know he has scratch marks on his back? Is this his subtle way of telling me he wants to end this? That I wasn’t enough for him?

As soon as Bokuto hit the ocean, the salty water stung his back. His initial confusion as to where the pain came from was quickly replaced with realization. He shot up at the water, turning to watch you get up from your seat. 

Maybe they didn’t see, he hoped. His hopes, however, were quickly crushed as his heart dropped to his feet. You began to gather your things, rummaging through Bokuto’s belongings until you found the keys to his car.

Panicking, Bokuto ran out of the ocean as fast as he could, cursing at the water for resisting his movements. He watched helplessly as you began walking back towards the parking lot. You saw. You saw the scratch marks, and now you were leaving Bokuto. The spiker’s worst nightmares were turning into a reality right in front of his eyes.

The dull shouting of your name from down the beach sounded in your ears. You ignored Bokuto’s incessant calls for you, the ache in your heart overpowering every emotion you were feeling. 

Bokuto ran through the sand as fast as he could, hoping to catch up to you before you left his life forever. His lungs and legs were screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of you leaving. Panic rose in his eyes as he watched you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine to his car. 

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took a shaky breath, a weak attempt to try and calm your heart. You looked down at your engagement ring, memories of that night flashing through your mind, forcing another sob to rack your body knowing that your memories now meant nothing. Banging on the car window startled you as you looked up to find a panicked Bokuto. His frantic words were muffled as you watched him desperately attempt to stop you from leaving. 

“Please, y/n, roll down the window. Let me explain, please,” Bokuto blabbered, “Y/n, please don’t leave me, you have to let me explain. I love you! I want to marry you, and you only!”

Anger surged through your body as you scoffed at his words. Rage blinded your thoughts at the mention of your impending marriage. How dare he tell you he wants to get married after cheating on you? Your brain didn’t have time to process your movements as you pulled your ring off your left hand. You watched as a glimmer of hope flickered in Bokuto’s eyes as you began to roll down the window, only to have his eyes widen in pain and shock as you handed him your engagement ring.

“You’re really a piece of shit, Bokuto. You know that?” Tears began welling up in the spiker’s eyes as he stared at the piece of metal that laid in his hands. 

“No, y/n, please. Give me your hand, please,” Bokuto frantically pleaded, reaching for your hand. The ring in his hand belonged nowhere else except your ring finger. 

“Just stop, Bokuto, you’ve already ruined everything,” you scoffed out. As his eyes met yours, he was met with a whirlwind of hurt, shame, and pity. That’s when he realized. To you, he was pathetic. The love and adoration that made your eyes shine brighter than the sun was now replaced with hatred and pain, making them burn greater than the depths of hell.

Bokuto’s heart shattered into pieces knowing you would never love him the same, knowing he broke your trust. 

“I-,” Bokuto paused, unsure of what else he could say to get you back.

“I’m sorry, y/n” the man in front of you choked out. Bokuto felt helpless as he watched you roll up your window and drive away from him, leaving him in shattered pieces.

That night, when Bokuto finally returned to his shared apartment, the reality of the situation hit him. The empty aura filling the space that he used to share with you was all it took for Bokuto to fall onto his knees, becoming a shell of his former self. You were gone.

[thepremedthatwrites]

Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.

[pokeheadcannons97]

Hi! May I request some HC with Milo, Piers, Leon and maybe Guzma where their S/O hates their body (especially weight on their belly and stretch marks) and just gets really anxious when they wear crop tops, shorts, etc?

As a plus size person, I feel this. This is a PSA, if it's cute and you like to wear it?

Honey, WEAR. THAT. OUTFIT.

Milo

This guy basically worships the ground you walk on. He honestly thinks that you are so beautiful, and is one that compliments you often with no shame.

The two of you are herding Wooloo? And you're completely drenched in sweat and mud?

He is awestruck, and he let's you know it!

Hates when you think so low of yourself, and takes it upon himself to tell you how wonderful you are.

Do you not realize how gorgeous that you look? No? Not for long!

"Milo? You're staring, do I look bad? It's the mud isn't it?" You pulled at the shorts of the outfit you were wearing. The shorts had ridden up a little bit, more on the short side due to the heat. You had decided to pick that over the trusted blue jeans you usually wore since you were so self conscious in how you looked. You didn't know if it had been a good idea in the first place since Milo was staring at you without saying anything.

"You look so beautiful, Y/N. More so than a freshly opened tulip in spring." He replied, wiping the sweat from his face with his scarf he wore. Completely unembarrassed or shy about saying it so casually.

It still makes your heart all wack.

You lightly touched your thigh. The bad thoughts seemed to be completely drown out for the compliment. Your face flushed and you leaned in to give him a hug.

This made Milo hum in reply. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a squeeze around your waist.

You laid your head on his broad shoulder, and let out a shaky breath. "Thank you sweetie, I needed that today."

"Darling, you look good in anything you wear. Dont ever feel like you dont look good to me. Because those thoughts are wrong." He reassured, giving your back a comforting pat as you could only nod in response with a small smile on your face.

Leon

He noticed you staring in front of the mirror longer than usual after your shower that evening. The towel still wrapped around your frame.

He watched from over the top of his phone, your hands pulling at your arms, your expression falling by the second.

Your hand traced the stretch marks that etched itself onto the bigger part of your arm, the other one was tightly wrapping the towel closer to your body.

He continued to observe silently, the grip on his phone tighter.

Your hand lowered itself to your torso and you gave out a soft, but heavy sigh. Your e/c orbs shimmering slightly with tears.

When you turned around your face came into contact with Leon's chest and you let out a surprised sound from your lips.

Strong, well toned arms wove themselves around your body, pulling you close.

This caused you to look up at him, slightly confused.

"Awww did you want a hug, Lee? You could have just said so." You laughed lightly, trying to diminish the thoughts you were in a few seconds earlier.

"Y/N." He began, choosing his words carefully, but with a warm smile. "Have I told you how pretty you look lately?"

This caused your cheeks to heat up and you blinked at him. "Ah, thank you Lee... that means a lot."

Your response seemed forced and rehearsed and he did not like that one bit.

He turned you around to where you both could look at yourselves in the large mirror. This made you squirm uncomfortably.

He bent down and kissed alongside your jaw before he said, "I mean it. You know that you're the most beautiful person to me."

He traced his finger tips alongside your arms and then gripped your hands with his. His much larger hands enveloping yours like a warm blanket.

This made your cheeks flush harder, but the comforting warmth was welcomed. "Lee?"

He met your gaze in the mirror, his golden eyes shining with nothing but love. "You're so lovely, every bit of you. No one can even come close."

You felt your breath get caught in your throat and swallowed back the tears that threatened to fall.

Leon kissed your neck softly.

"How about we go out for dinner tonight? I think I wanna show you off." He chuckled lightly against your ear.

You felt your eyes water more, but this time out of relief. You nodded softly and leaned back against him.

Guzma

You gave a sigh of satisfaction as you basked in the warmth of Alola.

The day was pleasant, you, Guzma, and his gang had decided to head to the beach for a much needed day off.

Your swimsuit cover still laid across your frame, you liked how it basically covered all your "problem" spots.

You crossed your legs as you laid on the beach chair, deciding to take up some sun bathing since it felt so nice.

You watched Guzma play in the water with some of the grunts, their obnoxious laughter echoing through the air.

You smiled softly, your eyes crinkling up a bit. Part of you wanted to join them.

You had worn a swim suit today, even the one that Guzma seemed to like, but you just couldn't do it. Not today anyways, the negative thoughts too loud.

You peered down at yourself, the smile melting from your face.

You looked up when you heard the sand crunching from ahead. Your boyfriend completely drenched, but a playful grin on his features.

"Those guys are somethin' else. Haven't been able to let loose like this in too long!" He exclaimed and sat on the seat next to you, grabbing a towel to dry his hair of the saltwater.

"You guys seem to be having a blast out there for sure!" You replied with a grin on your own.

He looked up at you, onyx eyes meeting yours. "Why dont you come join us? You've just been sitting here since we got here. Who goes to the beach JUST to sun bath?" He joked and the added. "You aren't a Fomantis the last time I checked."

You gave a forced smile in reply. "I'm having fun just observing, Guz. Promise."

This caused his gaze to lower and it seemed to look right through you.

"Babe." He began and continued when you blinked at him. "Tell me the reason why you're still out here. I can tell when something is bothering you." He said and you felt your chest tighten.

You pushed the sunglasses to the top of your head, observing him intently. You stayed quiet for a few seconds, and it seemed like you both were having a stare down.

Your will broke first. As normal.

"I hate you sometimes." You started and stuck your tongue out. You gave a low sigh. "Its just..."

He watched and listened silently, though his gaze was softer.

You gripped your cover against you. "I don't think I look that good today, is all."

This caused Guzma to immediately grunt. "Did someone say something to you? I swear to Arceus, I will END them."

You shook your head furiously. "No! It's all me, I promise. No ones fault but mine."

Guzma rose to his feet, and grabbed your wrist and started leading you to the water.

"G-Guzma? Wait! I don't, I cant!" You protested and tried to free yourself.

Guzma stopped and looked back at you, an idea crossing his mind. He quickly undid the tie that tied your swimsuit cover together and threw it towards the chairs.

This caused you to try to cover yourself, the thoughts becoming worse than before. Fear that everyone could see your "problem" areas.

He gave you a large smile and pointed his thumb towards himself. "Baby, you're the hottest person in the entire world. And I mean that." He said and you blushed.

He then turned around and shouted loudly. "Ey! You guys!"

This caused everyone, grunts and Plumeria to look towards you.

You were gonna kill him.

He stood next to you and gripped your shoulders. "Dont Y/N look fine as hell today?" He asked the group and the group cried out in shouts of cheer and nodding.

"Y/N always looks good!"

"Very nice!"

"Come hang, Y/N! Put that swimming suit to use!"

"Hell yeah!"

You cheeks burned but you felt the thoughts diminish as Guzma gave you a kiss to the cheek.

"What I tell ya? Perfection."

You punched his arm lightly. "Thanks Guz, I mean it."

[fairyoftbz]

jealousy | l. hyunjae

🌊 pairing: bf! hyunjae x fem! reader 🌊 wc: 1.9k 🌊 synopsis: at the beach, your mood suddenly swings, and your boyfriend is too oblivious to understand why you're feeling that way. 🌊 genre: angsty fluff, comfort, very cliché, fluffy end 🌊 tw: insecurities, self body-shaming, a petty fight at the beginning 🌊 a/n: yeah I went to the pool the other day and it was pretty much this, except that I didn't have a hyunjae by my side lol... and Spotify played this olivia rodrigo's song a moment after.. but happy birthday to Hyunjae in advance!!! 🥰 🌊 requested: no!

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“What kind of fuckery is that?” you ask yourself when you take a look around you at the beach while Hyunjae was settling your stuff down in the sand, trying not to get too much sand on the cooler. He removed his t-shirt to be more comfortable, girls built like models ogled at your boyfriend’s back and abs, giggling together and biting their lips as they saw his muscles move around.

The beach was filled with slim, fit people, either working out or getting that tan for Instagram. The girls were so pretty and looked like models that could sign with Marc Jacobs, which had the ability to make you even more insecure than you already were. A feeling of uneasiness settled inside your body, especially your heart, who felt heavy with insecurity when you took another great look at the people hanging out around you.

“Here darling, take a seat,” he said as he placed down a wide tablecloth on the sand with your towel on it, thanking him with a brief smile before guiding him to plant the parasol to let you rest in the shade together.

His shoulders and biceps glistened with sweat as he stopped digging to hammer the parasol pole in the sand, rubbing the grains off his fingers to finally sit down next to you. His smile subsided when he noticed you staring into space, gaze on the water, a weary look painted on your face.

“Y/N, is there something wrong? Don’t you want to go in the water?” he quizzed you, not really understanding your mood swing. You were so excited when he offered to go to the beach, and now, you looked sad, almost disappointed to be there.

“You can go ahead, I’ll join you later,” you said as you rested on your back, covering your face with your straw hat.

Hyunjae observed you laying down, frowning as you didn’t even remove your beach dress. Something felt odd, weird. You loved being there and having fun in the water. What was going on?

He looked around to see what could have upset you this much, but he couldn’t find anything. People, friends and couples were laughing and enjoying the sun, just like he had expected you to do with him.

You open your eyes and clench your jaw when Hyunjae lifted your hat off your face, a veil of concern forming in his eyes. Shifting his weight on one hand, the other caressed your upper thigh, the warmness of his palm contrasting with your shivering skin.

“Did I do something that made you mad?” he dared to ask another question, trying to get a glimpse of your thoughts to try to understand what was actually going on. “No you didn’t. I just don’t want to go in the water now, the wind is making me cold,” you lied and Hyunjae sighed, understanding that you wouldn’t share what was on your mind for now.

He kissed your cheek anyway, mouth lingering on your skin a bit longer than usual and stood up, removing his cap and sunglasses while looking at the people around you with a frown. You watch him calmly walk to the water, silently watching the waves crash against his feet, calves and knees the further he walked in the ocean, his glistening back muscles moving as he raised his arms to dive underwater.

You sighed and rolled on your stomach, your back facing the shore as you folded your arms, using the back of your palm as a cheek rest, closing your eyes in the process. A single tear rolled down your cheek, captured by the edge of your sunglasses, followed by many more, letting the insecurities invade your mind. You didn’t even want to look at all the slim, IG models look alike smirking and eyeing your boyfriend up and down as he walked by. You already felt so uneasy to be here, you didn’t want to add fuel to the fire by looking at what you’ve always dreamt to look like being attracted to your partner.

But Hyunjae didn’t even notice those girls. His frown deepened even more when he only saw the back of your body, something quite usual coming from you. You absolutely adored the beach and the ocean, remembering one of your first dates where you told him that the beach - especially at sunset - was your solace, and now you were facing away from this source of comfort. Plus, there were occasions where you came here without really wanting to go in the water, just to enjoy the warmth and the sight of the ocean, happily waving at your boyfriend that was having fun in the water while you stayed in your seat.

He didn’t even notice them looking at him, because his eyes and mind were focused on you and you only, trying to find what had caused you to become this weary and down all of a sudden. He didn’t feel the same when you weren’t looking at him, when you shut yourself out and let your brain overthink on its own, refusing his help. A pinch of discomfort tightened his heart, regretting that he wasn’t as good at reading people as much as he wished to.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, what’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours,” he mumbled under his breath as he got out of the water, still not noticing that the source of your uneasiness were the ones staring at him, a few metres away from him as he walked back to you.

Droplets of salty water landed on your cheek and forearm as Hyunjae bent down to kiss your temple, forcing a tired smile on your face to try and not let anything show on your face.

“Is the water good?” you mindlessly asked as Hyunjae rested on his stomach, just like you, pushing his front pieces of hair back before putting his cap on.

“It’s a bit fresh at first, but once you’re in it, it’s good. You’d love it,” his voice trailed at the end of his sentence, eyes trying to probe your soul and bribe you to join him in the water.

“That’s great,” you nodded and sniffled, handing a bottle of water from the cooler to your boyfriend. He uncapped it but stopped, shifting on his side, resting his weight on his elbow.

“Babe, please, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting strangely since we got here, what’s going on?” he asked, voice ringing with frustration. You briefly looked at him before looking at the ocean, letting out a big sigh.

“Can’t you see anything, Jaehyun? Can’t you see that everyone around me, including you, looks like they just walked out of a Dior photoshoot by how slim and fit and pretty they look? That you have all the girls around us that ogle at you like you’re single? Yes I’m mad, yes I’m insecure, but I have my reasons, don’t you think?” you spat out your insecurities with teary eyes to your boyfriend’s face, who looked at you like he just saw a ghost.

That, was the last thing he had imagined. He never thought that you would get so insecure about this because you looked like the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He was about to speak up, but he placed himself in your shoes for a quick second, insecurities, as well as anger, started boiling in his veins as he imagined men looking at you like a fresh piece of meat.

You started scratching the skin around your thumb, a habit that you picked up when you were stressed and nervous and tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to ignore some girls still looking at and trying to flirt with your man. You wrapped your arms around your knees and pressed your chin on top of it, only to have Hyunjae positioning behind you to have you between his legs, wrapping his arms around your middle to press you against him.

He grabbed your hand to stop you from scratching it and he pressed his mouth against your shoulder, remaining silent as he tried to search for his words.

“No. I didn’t see any of those people, because I don’t care about how they look. I don’t care if the girls look like skinny models or if you find their faces pretty. Do you find the men here handsome ?”

“No,” you said in a wobbly voice, eyes glued to the ocean.

“Why?”

“Because I love you and I only have eyes for you,” you said in a shaky voice and Hyunjae remained in silence for a few seconds, knowing that you were smart enough to get what he was implying.

“So I don’t look at girls because?”

“Because you love me,” you said, voice wavering as tears rolled down your cheeks, Hyunjae holding you close to his chest, trailing salty kisses from your neck up to your cheek.

“Of course I love you, and with all my heart. I wouldn’t be with you if that weren’t the case.”

He grabbed your chin and you shifted to the side, sitting perpendicularly to him. His hands cupped your cheeks to make you look at him and he offered you a gentle smile, his thumbs wiping the paths the tears left on your skin when they rolled down your cheeks.

“I only see you, Y/N. You’re much more than looks, and you can’t say that you are horrible next to them. You are just yourself, someone more honest, prettier and funnier than all those girls around us. They don’t interest me at all, I only care about you. It’s not my problem if they think I’m handsome. As long as you’re in love with me, I'm at my happiest,” he caressed your cheek with tenderness, holding a huge amount of love for you in his eyes. You nodded, trying to make his words imprint in your brain and ignore everything and everyone that was surrounding you, but it was far from being easy.

You delicately touched his cheek and he kissed your inner palm while holding eye contact, assuring you that he only had eyes for you.

“Do you want to go in the water? Yes?” his eyes sparkled with joy as you nodded with a smile, your boyfriend springing to his feet and removed his cap, getting all excited when he watched you remove your beach dress.

“Stop staring at me like that Jae, we’re in public,” you giggled as you threw your dress at him, who hummed your perfume on the fabric before dropping it on your towel.

“I won’t. I want to let everyone know that I only have eyes for you,” he said as he grabbed your hand and started running towards the water, entering it with a big splash and laughter.

You dove underwater to get used to the salty water, reappearing at the surface a few seconds later, Hyunjae smiling at you. He wrapped your legs around his waist and held you close, pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss.

“Chill, chill,” you laughed as you pulled away breathless, Hyunjae’s hands caressing your body.

“No, no, I wanna show them that they don’t have a single chance against you. And that you’re taken,” he grunted the last part of his sentence, making you giggle and hugging him close.

“Thank you, Jae,” you mumbled and your boyfriend stares at you with a reassuring smile, pressing his lips to your temple.

“I love you Y/N,” you held eye contact again and Hyunjae was happy to see your smile, kissing your lips the following second.

Gosh, you were so in love with each other.

[cocobeanncteez]

Ateez Hongjoong: Tame (Final Part)

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x OC (written in 2nd person)

Word Count: 17k in total, 2.2k in this part. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Warnings for all parts combined: Mafia themes such as torture, abuse, violence, human auctions, murder, drugs, guns. Mentions of rape, human trafficking, sex slavery, organ trafficking, unprotected sex, pulling out, facesitting.

“What are you guys up to?” you questioned, plopping down on the couch beside Wooyoung. Yunho, Jongho, and San were seated on the opposite couch.

“Just talking about one of our hostages who we will kill tonight,” Yunho replied while playing with a rubik's cube.

“What did they do?” you asked.

“He tried to sabotage our latest drug deal with a secret dealer from Russia. We didn’t know how he found out about it, but he spilled the beans on his gang,” San answered. “So we don’t need him anymore.”

“Well… rest in peace, I guess,” you remarked, making Wooyoung snort.

“Would’ve been better if we killed Yang Daeyoung instead.”

You turned to look at him. “Who exactly is he? I’ve heard his name a few times, but I’ve never gotten the opportunity to ask.”

Jongho gently cleared his throat. “He’s the man who raped and murdered Hongjoong’s sister. Him and three of his men. He wasn’t from a very powerful gang or anything, but he does his work extremely well. He wanted to take us down, and he used Hongjoong’s sister as bait to trap him. Hongjoong refused to give up on Ateez. By the time we managed to track Hongjoong, the damage was already done.” You felt your heart break; you couldn’t even imagine what your boyfriend had to go through.

“Where is Yang Daeyoung now?” you asked.

“Rotting in our torture chamber as we speak.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?! Why haven’t you killed him yet?”

“We are looking for his child,” Hongjoong replied, joining the conversation. “The man has over five trillion won kept in a secret bank account. He also has information, good and bad, on every mafia gang and the corrupted politicians and locals involved. That’s why all gangs are still on the lookout for him even though we captured him eight months ago. He has a secret place somewhere in the world and only his child can access his possessions as he used iris pattern recognition. He has covered up everything though. We can’t find shit on any of his family members.”

“No amount of threatening or torturing works on him. We even told him that we’ll find his child and torture them,” Jongho added. “But he won’t reveal anything to us.”

“Maybe I can try?” you suggested. You did learn how to torture someone for information, but it wasn’t something you really enjoyed.

“Your chances are extremely low,” Wooyoung remarked.

“I’m aware of that. But even a little information could be helpful, right?”

“Go ahead then, sweetheart,” Hongjoong said with a smirk. “I’d love to see my girl torture that filthy bastard.”

You pecked his lips. “Then let’s go now, shall we?”

You made your way to the torture room, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Wooyoung following you. Seonghwa joined you after finishing his work in the interrogation room, satisfied with how much information he was able to obtain. Jongho entered a passcode for one of the rooms, letting everyone inside.

The room was pretty dark and looked like a jail cell. You saw a plate of untouched food on the floor. There was a chair in the middle of the room and a cot at the end of the room where Yang Daeyoung was sleeping, his back facing you all, long chains attached from his hands to a pipe.

Wooyoung moved to the sleeping form, giving the man a kick on his back to wake him up. “Get up, fucker.”

Yang Daeyoung groaned in pain before sitting up, looking at the faces of everyone in the room. As soon as you made eye contact with the man, your heart dropped to your stomach.

His eyes widened. “Kiah?! What are you doing here?!”

The boys immediately turned to look at you. You weren’t able to utter a word due to how shocked you were at seeing your own father there. His hair was quite long and he had a long beard and moustache. There were a few scars on his face and arms.

“How do you know her?” Hongjoong interrogated.

“Run from here, Kiah! They’re gonna kill you,” your father yelled at you.

“Do you know him?” Seonghwa asked you, but you weren’t able to answer. You felt sick. You felt terribly sick that it was your father who raped and murdered your lover's sister.

Tears rolled down your eyes when you glanced at your boyfriend. How could you ever face him now?

“Kiah!” your father yelled, tugging hard on the chains, grabbing your attention. “Get out of here! They’re gonna torture you in front my eyes! They said they will find you and torture you!”

Hongjoong looked at you with an emotionless expression, finally understanding the situation. “You’re his daughter?” You couldn’t respond.

“Are you this bastard's daughter?!” he yelled at you. Before you could answer him, he rushed out of the room. You couldn’t help but cry, burying your face in your hands, feeling your heart ache.

Your father glared at you angrily. “Why are you involved with Ateez?! What is wrong with—"

“Shut up!” you shouted, cutting him off. “You’re fucking pathetic! How could you r-rape someone when you have a daughter?! How could you lie to me all these years that you’re a cop, when you’re nothing but a heartless monster!” you sobbed loudly, collapsing onto the floor. You felt someone kneel beside you, wrapping their arms around you.

“Get away from her, Park Seonghwa!” your father spat.

Seonghwa turned to glare at him. “Shut it,” he said, before helping you stand up, taking you to your room.

You blankly stared at the window of your room from your bed, watching the horizon darker as night was approaching. It has been four days since you last saw Hongjoong. You felt nothing but emptiness and agony. You didn’t know if he was at the mansion or if he went somewhere as you haven’t left your room at all ever since Seonghwa brought you to it. The girls tried to make you eat, but you barely had the appetite to.

You sighed, forcing yourself to get out of bed to take a shower even though you were going to crawl right back into it.

Stripping out of your clothes and entering the shower, you pushed the tap, letting the warm water soak you. Closing your eyes, you could feel a dull ache in your chest when you began to think of Hongjoong. A sob got stuck in your throat, but escaped a few seconds later. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sat down, hugging your propped up knees. Your sobs got louder, and your throat was aching, tears mixing with the water running down your face.

After spending a few minutes crying until you couldn’t anymore, you finally washed your body and your hair.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and another one for your hair. You exited the bathroom after putting some clothes on, having no strength to dry your hair with a blow-dryer. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed a figure seated on your bed.

“I'm sorry…” Hongjoong apologized, getting off your bed and moving towards you. He stood in front of you with a pained expression on his beautiful face. You wondered how long he was waiting for you and you really hoped he didn’t hear you cry. Even if he didn’t, he could still tell you were crying as your red, puffy eyes gave it away.

“F-For what?” you stuttered, voice shaky.

Hongjoong sighed, looking down at his feet.  “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have left you alone when you were going through much worse. It was a shock for you too…”

Your eyes filled with tears. “I understand why you did it. It’s okay…”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not okay, baby. I’m ashamed of how I acted. You didn’t deserve that.”

You blinked, causing the tears brimming at your eyes to slide down your cheeks. Hongjoong reached up to cup your cheeks, gently wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head in his hold. You pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. “Hongjoong, I-I think it’s best if we end things.” His eyes widened, heart aching due to your words. He opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could. “I’m the daughter of the man who raped and murdered your sister, Hongjoong. I-I can’t…” you paused, sobs taking over. “I can’t live with that fact. I can’t look at you without thinking about it.”

“I don’t care, Kiah,” he reached out to hold your hands, his own eyes filling with tears. “I love you. Do you understand? I fucking love you. Yes, I was furious when I found out that you were the daughter of that bastard, but you shouldn’t have to suffer because of him. You didn’t even know what he does for a living. It’s not your problem.”

You sniffled. “You don’t h-hate me?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Baby…” he sighed, pulling you into a hug, his own tears rolling down his beautiful face. “I could never hate you. Never. You’re the love of my life. Fuck, I can’t even live without you. These past four days… I felt like I was gonna go insane if I didn’t see you, but I had to give you some space.” You didn’t know what to say.

“There's no me without you,” he continued, gently pushing you away so that he could see your face. “So please… never try to break up with me again. I’d rather die than live without you,” he cried. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest while you both cried together. Hongjoong placed soft kisses onto your head, trying to calm himself and you down.

When your sobs stopped, he gently pushed you away so that he could look at your face. He cupped your cheek, titling your head back before he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own in a soft kiss.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against you. “I love you,” he murmured.

You smile slightly. “I love you more.”

Epilogue

 “Oh my god! We’re finally here!” Jiwoo squealed, running on the cooling sand. Ateez managed to find out the location of your father's secret hideout in Fiji with the help of Yeosang who used your iris pattern to track the computer. Ateez managed to receive all your father’s possessions and now you all had flown across Fiji for a mini vacation.

“Jiwoo's dream destination is Fiji and now we’re here,” San said, watching his girlfriend with love and adoration. You chuckled, watching San run after Jiwoo to join her little hyper session.

“We’re gonna go rest for a while,” Seonghwa stated, holding Aeji's hand.

Wooyoung smirked. “I know what that means,” he said, earning a smack on his head from the older man before the couple went to their beach house in the chain of houses.

Hongjoong took your hand in his, intertwining it. “We’re gonna rest too. See you all for dinner,” he said, dragging you along to your little beach house.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence, sandals leaving prints on the sand, observing the various hues of orange, red, blue, and purple in the beautiful sky as the sun was setting. Hongjoong let go of your hand when you reached your beach house, pausing in his tracks. You gave him a questioning look, wondering why he wasn’t going inside.

He cleared his throat, moving his hands to wrap around your waist. “You’re the only one who could tame my temper, as the boys always say," he started, making you giggle. “The only one who could make my heart beat so fast. I’ve never wanted anything more in life than to be with you. You aren’t just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. But now I’d like to change that,” he reached into his pocket, taking out a small velvet box.

Hongjoong got down on one knee, and you gasped, realizing what was about to happen. “I’d like to be upgraded from your boyfriend to your fiancé.” You chuckle at that and he opened the box, revealing a beautiful oval-shaped diamond ring.

“Moon Kiah, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“Yes!” you squealed, face beaming with happiness. Hongjoong took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. He got up and you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. When you pulled away, he grinned before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you. Thank you for bringing light to my life.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you too, Joong. So much.” Hongjoong chuckled, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

You couldn’t wait for this new chapter in your life, spending it with Hongjoong by your side for the rest of eternity.

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HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous:  could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O 

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you 

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE 

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too, 

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in  the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You  pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it  so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as  strands  of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction 

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

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