#andteam fic

[slytherinshua]

🏀　HOW TO APPROACH YOU　( 변의주 )

genre fluff , mutual pining , highschool au , euijoo x fem!reader   cw i mean... property theft (reader steals ej's jersey) , ej is rly rly shy and oblivious tbh   wc 1043   request @fae-renjun for euijoo + stolen jersey for the 3k event   note tbh i didnt' know how to feel about this after i finished writing it. i was gonna rewrite it completely to be est rs instead but after rereading it this morning i was like eh its not that bad?? but i still don't know lol it is what it is ig   net @lune-net @kstrucknet

Euijoo liked you. You were aware of this fact. You also liked Euijoo. Euijoo was not aware of this fact.

He was on the basketball team, and you showed up to every game just to watch him. Mesmerized by the way he moved on the court, guiding the ball to the net with ease, scoring dozens of points for his team without breaking a sweat. He was the MVP. You were his biggest fan.

Euijoo never tried to talk to you, despite your attempts to approach him. You would take your chances sometimes after games, sometimes before class, and on rare occasions, during lunch when Euijoo wasn’t in the gym shooting hoops. He was too nervous to talk to you, and even more blushy when you talked to him. His friends teased him about it, but you just found it cute. 

The only thing that bothered you was how oblivious he was to your feelings. Weren’t you being obvious enough that you liked him? You wanted to wait until he asked you out, but the more you waited, the more you felt like he had absolutely no guts to do it. At least, not without a push. 

Given your propensity for impatience, you weren’t willing to give the boy of your dreams all the time in the world to become yours, so you came up with a plan. There weren’t many things that could force Euijoo to talk to you. However there was one item that you realized would perfectly force the boy to approach you. His lucky team jersey. 

You needed to somehow acquire it, though, which is where Nicholas came to your rescue. Another player on the basketball team and Euijoo’s best friend. He knew how much Euijoo liked you, and upon hearing of your plan, he was more than happy to assist. 

Nicholas delivered the freshly washed jersey to you the following day. It was an orangey red with white bold letters spelling BYUN across the back. You put it on immediately, getting distracted by the lingering scent of Euijoo for a second (he smelled like oranges). This particular jersey was important to Euijoo. He wore it every time he won a game, and one could tell based on the slightly faded colour of it. Whenever he switched it out with a different jersey, he would lose. It was his good luck charm. 

Now that you had it, the next phase of your plan— get Euijoo to notice you wearing your jersey— was a go.

Your hope was, after noticing that his jersey was missing and seeing you wearing the jersey, he would ask for it back. He needed it to play for practice and season finals. You were practically forcing him to talk to you, and hopefully, you could bait him into asking you out too.

But you had underestimated Euijoo’s shyness, as well as his non confrontational attitude. He saw you wearing the jersey to class, in the hallways, and at lunch. He didn’t just see, he stared. Eyes glued to your figure wherever you went.

You thought your plan was surely going successfully. He would approach you at any time and demand it back, and then you would hit him with a smooth not until you ask me out.

But… Euijoo was Euijoo. And he would not approach you.

He went to practice without the jersey, adorning another one with a much brighter orangey red colour. He played horribly, and got a few strict words about it from his coach. You watched it all happen, the missing jersey hidden under your hoodie. Euijoo spared you a few extra glances that day at practice. You only smiled at him.

The end of the season was quickly drawing near, and the most important game with it. A full month after you had pocketed Euijoo’s jersey. Still not a word about it from the boy. You knew he would have to ask you soon, though. He needed it for the game. 

Thursday morning, one day before the game, he finally stopped you at your locker.

“Have you seen my jersey, Y/n?” he asked. He almost sounded too genuine and oblivious. You were confused. He knew you had his jersey. Why would he ask like that? You rolled with it, though.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” You pulled up your sweater, revealing the jersey you wore underneath, immediately recognizable by the number 8 on it. Heat crept up Euijoo’s neck.

“I… I kinda need it for tomorrow’s game.”

“Why? You have others just like it,” you said, hoping the work you put in would lead somewhere. 

“It’s just that particular jersey is special—“

“—cause you always win games in it?” you completed for him, causing him to let out a breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding.

“Yeah. You get it. So, can I have it back?”

“Will it be okay? It smells like my perfume now,” you told him, smiling slightly as you watched him get flustered again at the thought. You really should have stopped teasing him ages ago, but he was just too cute not to. You fully intended to give it to him in the end, though. A few more minutes of seeing his cute flushed face wouldn’t hurt.

“It’ll be fine,” he promised. You nodded with a smile. Euijoo could feel his heart beating in his chest. He was so sure this was the fastest it had ever raced. No amount of adrenaline from basketball could get him this worked up. “Can I have it back now?” 

“Only if you take me on a date,” you said smoothly. Euijoo’s eyes practically bulged out, trying to process if he had heard you right.

“A date? With me?” 

“Yes. With you. You really haven’t caught on by now?” 

“Huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his obliviousness and how adorable his confused face was. Euijoo felt like he was floating on the clouds, no longer on this earth. Perhaps he was dreaming, and he would soon wake up to realize that this was all a figment of his imagination. There was just no way the girl he had been crushing on for so long was asking him for a date. 

“I like you, stupid.”

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[joojeans]

disclaimer: the work i post here is purely fiction and is not representative of real people. everything posted here is written solely by me and should not be edited, translated, or distributed without my consent.

refer to the following markers for content warnings: s = smut/suggestive f = fluff a = angst

reactions, mtl, headcanons, etc.

s - when others are sleeping s - how they sound getting head s - pet names they use in bed s - catching you touching yourself s - suddenly making out with their best friend s - spanking s - favorite sexual position s - jealous sex s - when you're sleeping s - how they eat you out s - cockwarming s - top 5 kinks f - playing with your hair f - girl dads vs boy dads f - comforting s/o when they cry seeing them after a long time a - fighting w s/o because they miss each other

series

i dare you - s - you’re sitting on the floor with your friends playing a juvenile game–truth or dare. things have been spiraling out of control for some time now, but what happens when you’re dared to turn on one of your best friends without touching them? can they handle it? can you handle it? spoiler alert: neither of you can. find out how things go from seriously fucked up to seriously fucked, one member at a time.

all k mentions // k drabbles

all fuma mentions // fuma drabbles

all nicho mentions // nicho drabbles

sure could've fooled me - ft. euijoo - 1.5k - s

after seeing you get too comfortable with euijoo at a party, nicholas decides the only option he has is reminding you that you belong to him. he doesn't even need to leave the party to do that.

all euijoo mentions // euijoo drabbles

[stay-mon-army]

Under The Skin: Prologue

Word Count: 1,165 words

Warnings: death, blood, negative self-thinking

Note: Hello!! So this is the prologue to a multiple chapter book I'm writing about &team and their lore! As you can tell from the title and this chapter (hopefully), I was heavily inspired by their debut MV (Under the Skin) and their lore! I know they have the webtoon, but I wanted to tell my own first impressions of the story after watching the MV. This was a long time coming and will likely still take me some time because of how busy I am, but I hope that you guys enjoy it and stick around for the ride! There will be some member x member romantic relationships, so if that's not your thing, I apologize in advance, and this may not be the story for you! Otherwise, welcome to Under the Skin!

K’s heart beats out of his chest as he runs. He can’t stop. If he stops—

No, he won’t think about that. He just has to keep running. If he could just get there in time, he could fix everything. He could save them.

The world around him was ruined. The buildings were crumbling, the road was cracked and missing whole sections, the earth was scorched and nothing green lived. He knew, somewhere in his head, that some of his pack had caused some of the damage. They weren’t totally clean — blood and destruction was on their hands. But it wasn’t totally their faults; they had to protect humans from the vampires. The vampires were the true monsters.

K had been taught from a young age, since he was truly a “pup” as his alpha liked calling him, that the vampires would be totally out of control if the wolves didn’t keep them in check. That’s why the werewolves were created. They were the only things stopping those creatures from ripping the human world apart piece by bloody piece. They only acted calm and demure; they were ruthless. If anything, this war had proven that.

The coven in his town had been fighting back from the rule of the wolves for months. They kept poking and poking, starting small with missing pets until they escalated to attacking the wolves outright. His alpha said they had to fight back, otherwise the vampires would begin hurting humans. If that were to happen, the humans would find out about the world of the supernatural and they would all be in trouble. They would all be hunted, despite being family, friends, loved ones. The humans wouldn’t care. They would all be killed.

So, the pack had fought back, trying to keep it quiet and quick. They didn’t want any more blood to be spilled than necessary. The vampires had only been emboldened. Now, the town was in ruins, the coven dealt with, but his pack… They were all dead.

He just had to find his alpha. He would know what to do. It would all be okay.

As he rounds the next corner, he spots him. Laying back against a pile of concrete slabs, his alpha is breathing, but the scent of his blood assaults his nose and his knees almost give out.

No, I can’t be too late. Please, don’t let me be too late.

K races towards his teacher, his mentor, the man who taught him everything he knows. He slams to his knees, ignoring the way the pain reverberates through his kneecaps, up his thighs, all the way to his head, jumping to throb against every single injury riddling his body. He doesn’t take longer than a single tear raising to his eye on that; he’s already reaching out his hands, hovering them over the body of the man who had raised him.

“Don’t look at me like that.” The man before him rasps, his bloody lips jerking as though he tries to smile at the boy. His eyes fill with tears as he gazes upon K, the last one. He could tell, from the way the boy looked at him, that he had seen the destruction he had brought upon this pack. That he had ruined the lives of the very ones he swore to protect. “Protecting humans from vampires, that’s what werewolves are supposed to do. I don’t regret what we’ve done — we protected those who couldn’t protect themselves.” He coughs hard, a dribble of blood leaking from his mouth, which he turns to spit out. He still has more to tell K. “I’m sorry. It’s my job as the alpha to take care of you all. There was so much more I was supposed to see as you all grew up. I’m sorry I couldn’t make that happen.” He coughs again, but this time it doesn’t stop.

K finally moves his hands to rest against the man before him, laying them on his arms, holding him as though he wishes to pull him in, cradle him close. He stops coughing, but swallows thickly, no doubt a mouthful of blood spilling down his throat.

“Please, don’t apologize. You did the best you could. You did everything you could.” K’s voice trembles, the tears finally breaking away to trace lines through the grime on his face. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t save them. I couldn’t save you.” He sobs, his head falling so the man wouldn’t see his tears. He hadn’t cried in front of him in years.

“You have grown up so well, K. You have become such a strong man: you cared for the others, you took over control when no one else would, and you have learned to control the urges that often control us. If you could not save everyone today, it isn’t because of your ability. It was because I failed you.”

K’s head snaps up, ignoring the burn in his eyes as he shakes his head, raising his hands to the man's face. “You have never failed me. You could never fail me.”

The man smiles, his teeth lined with red making a gruesome sight, and yet K couldn’t look away.

“I love you, K. If anyone was to survive, I’m glad it was you.” His coughing begins wracking his body, forcing his chest up off the ground to convulse as he spits up his very life-blood.

“You can’t die. I don’t know what to do without you.” His hands pull the man towards his body, cradling his head in his lap, ignoring the splattering of blood that decorates the last clean spot on his jeans. The man's breaths are coming in whistles now, as his lungs no doubt fill with blood, choking him slowly from the inside. There was nothing K could do but watch, listen, witness as his father, his caretaker, his alpha slowly stopped coughing, slowly stopped moving, slowly stopped breathing.

When finally, his breathing stops, the silence is deafening. The wind doesn’t blow, the screams of the dying have stopped, the clashing of battle has ended; the only thing left is K’s sobs, his pleads with anyone in the universe to turn back the clock, to save those he loved.

How could K go on? How could he find a new pack, live amongst the humans, defend against the vampires, act as if he wasn’t a part of the death of his whole family? How could he pretend to be normal?

When finally the sun dips down and the moon begins its assent above the horizon to rule the sky, K lifts himself, collecting the man’s body into his arms.

He will begin by burying his dead. He will give them the respect in death they deserve, and he will burn the bodies of the vampires. And then, he will move on. He will find a way to live. He will not let their lives end in vain. It’s the least he can do.

[chiiyuuvv]

daily bf!nico texts ★

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︴bonus! translation for the chinese: did you take out the trash? / yeah, i didn't think you'd notice / tysm / giving you kisses the next time i see you / running back home now. if any of this is wrong then blame google translate

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[sseastar]

✶ small things ; wang yixiang.

info. nicholas x reader. fluff. can be established relationship or friends to lovers. description. nico and his habits towards you in your friendship / relationship. just nico being a cutie and a menace. a cute menace. warnings. play fighting. physical touch. listen to. love 119 by riize

accidentally tickling you + the need to keep doing it.

you know that clip of nico just touching the exposed skin through fuma’s ripped jeans? and fuma getting ticklish because of it and stopping nicholas’s hands, but nico’s hand keeps gravitating back to it? i feel like nico would do this with you. initially, it’s usually just him gently grazing the skin on your arm or neck or knees with his nails or fingertips. the moment you squirm away, something in nico’s brain tells him that he needs to keep touching that same spot unless you really tell him to stop (you usually don’t). he also squeezes your leg or thigh just to make you jump. and then commences the game of you trying to catch nico’s hands before they can touch you again but still playing along because of course you will. you always have.

playful attacks when you’re teasing him.

there’s a video of nico just like, fake tickle attacking gaku during one of the &audition episodes that i just saw recently and my first thought was just nicholas going for your waist whenever you tease him for something. you tease him a lot whenever you get the chance because he, of course, does the exact same to you. so it’s no surprise to you anymore when you just kind of quickly scoot away after teasing him because you know what’s coming, and sure enough, nico’s hands just shoot quickly towards your waist after you like, talk about an embarrassing moment he had.

it used to just be something he had to decide to do (he knew whatever you were saying was a joke so that was his choice to retaliate) but at some point it just became second nature for him to start wiggling his fingers towards your sides. is it because he’s just gotten used to it? or is it because his hands know his need to hear your laugh? you may never know. nico also finds joy when he just brings his hands relatively near you and your giggles just fall out of your laugh without him even touching you.

feeding you.

with nico looking as if he would be a tsundere, the way he holds out food to the members without looking is so characteristic of that. there’s a couple of clips of him feeding harua by just holding out ice cream or tanghulu to his mouth without even looking. something about that melts my heart because it’s like he wants people not to make a big deal but he’s just too caring for me to ignore.

nico does the same thing to you. just holding his drink up to your lips if he knows you like his drink better than your own. holding up food combinations he wants you to try (like when he fed harua the seaweed) and patiently waiting for your opinion. if you can’t decide which dish you want to order, he would order both and let you pick which one you would like better. and of course, cooking you sausage wherever and whenever you want.

poking your cheek + tapping your chin.

i’ve seen nico do this a lot to euijoo and taki (especially in the scent of you behind). it seems to be his way of teasing but with affection, because he had done it after reviewing their scenes in the mv. i think it’s his way of saying you did well, i’m proud of you, and i think you’re absolutely adorable, but i’m gonna do this little cat scratch thing because i’m too shy to actually tell you (so lino-coded i love this).

nico will just randomly tap underneath your chin or poke your cheek, usually when it comes to times when you’re being complimented or getting flustered. he thinks you’re adorable with the way you suddenly can’t make eye contact and can only let out a stuttering ‘thank you’ and so he just has the sudden urge to make it worse by doing the whole underside of the chin gentle tap with his fingertip or knuckle.

making random sounds to get your attention.

i’m sure we mostly all know about nico’s “ooh sexy joo” clip, and if you don’t, you’ll probably find out soon. but something tells me that the way he hypes up euijoo and the sounds he makes along with it translates to you as well. a lot of times, when he’s bored and you’re not paying attention to him he just starts making those ‘oooooo’ sounds that he was making during their photoshoot behind. it’s kind of difficult to ignore the fake ghost sounds your best friend is making but it’s come to the point that if he isn’t making these sounds when he wants your attention, then something’s wrong and he’s probably jealous of someone grabbing your attention instead of him.

it’s not rare for you to be trying to finish an assignment at your desk with nico just sprawled out on your bed, limbs hanging off the sides of your mattress. when he senses you’re almost done, nico starts to make these sounds or just starts to hum your favorite song unconsciously, reaching over to you to play with your free arm or your hair, hoping that it’ll help speed up your progress on your work. spoiler alert: it doesn’t, but you don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

his tired clinginess in the morning.

just blank nico in the morning. tired baby will just go up to wherever you are, cooking, getting ready, brushing your teeth, whatever. he would just go up to you and cling close as he’s waking up, not with arms around you or anything but just standing with his chest pressed to the back of one of your shoulders as he watches what you’re doing, eyes unfocused and head slightly dipped towards you - he might not be a morning person but being around you makes it better.

sometimes you get surprised despite getting used to this habit because one moment, you’re in the kitchen pouring milk into your cereal. when your turn back from the fridge after putting the carton away, nico’s just standing silently behind you, not reacting to the little laugh you let out at your surprise like he usually would (he loves your laugh). instead, you simply take a spoon and drop it into your bowl as nicholas just brings his body close to yours and lightly presses his chest against your back. he watches you eat over your shoulder, simply opening his mouth when you bring up the spoon to it, and nuzzles his head into your neck as he chews, basking in the little pats you give to the side of his head and face.

hiding his face from or behind you.

as intimidating as our lovely boy can look, nico is just a shy baby when it comes to being teased or excessively complimented. you love how he gets when this happens and so sometimes you purposely praise him over and over again just to get him flustered. at these times, nicholas just hides his face from you so that you can only see his eyes (like in the ‘our diary - acrobatic’ video when k said it was his turn to do the last challenge and he hid his face behind the mats). the giggle that leaves your mouth only causes his heart to stir even more, and he tries his best not to giggle back as much as he feels like he needs to. he has a dark image to protect lol.

if someone else makes him shy and you’re near him, he goes immediately to take your arm and hide his face behind it with the cute high pitched nico laugh we love. more often, nico just steps behind you and plants half his face on your shoulder, again only leaving his eyes to be shown. euijoo had once said that nicholas one of the most important people in his life so casually, and the next moment, nicholas had already left your side and had his face hidden behind your shoulder. so cute.

⌕. author’s note ; did i disappear again? yes i did and i’m so sorry! i did have a lot of motivation to write over break but never had the time because of family plans, but! i am still working on current wips and starting to work on &team works! thank you for waiting!!

as always, please leave feedback and reblog with tags as it’s the most important thing when it comes to motivating writers on here! without feedback, i have less motivation to keep writing so pls pls pls do not just like and empty reblog! it gets very draining and unmotivating to see when that happens!

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[bambisnc]

sunny [ft. w.yx]

pairing : bsf classmate!nicholas x reader genre : fluff :( cw/tw : kissing + a littol suggestive wc : 0.7kish !

drowning under the weight of unsaid words and hidden feelings was something you'd made your peace with.

falling for your best friend, nicholas, who just so happened to be a classmate was not the best decision ever; but you’ve been dealing with it rather decently all these years.

so.. maybe it'll all work out just fine.

is what you thought, merely minutes ago.

everything was normal then; with both of you trying not to fall asleep during a particularly boring class. the harsh yet very welcome RING! of the school bell jolted you awake from your trance-like state, and you’d wasted no time in grabbing your bag and making your way towards the door.

but when has nico ever just let you leave?

a "where'd you think you're goin'" and a sharp tug to the strap of your bag as you're pulled back by none other than your best friend.

he reminds you that you have cleaning duty that day with a far too gleeful expression..

..and that's how you find yourself leaning against a desk, zoning out to thoughts of him and how the afternoon sunlight streams in through the windows perfectly lighting his features aglow..

the loosened tie, the rolled up sleeves, the small smile playing on his lips as he says something.. wait he's talking to you.

"you're not exactly subtle you know?"

you find yourself unable to think of an appropriate reply, instead choosing to hide behind a simple roll of your eyes.

he lets out a laugh at that, making his way towards you, "i didn't expect you to be so careless with your duties.."

at that, you can't help but gulp because even though it's not like you're not physically affectionate towards each other but something about this moment is.. decidedly not platonic.

nico's hands rest on the edges of the desk, his face just a little too close for comfort. he's effectively trapping you against it; seemingly completely unaware of the effect this is having on you.

when he speaks up next, voice barely more than a whisper, you feel his lips hover just above yours, "or is it that.. you're just too distracted by a certain someone..?"

something shifts right then. an obvious tension shrouds you and it's as if the two of you are the only people in the entire universe.

your hand reaches to tug on his collar, tentatively, with a considerable amount of hesitance; but the way his eyes meet yours – you swear you can see the sun, the moon, all the galaxies in those eyes – leaves you reeling.

you're not sure which of you closes the distance between your lips but you can't really bring yourself to care in the slightest.

not when nico's lips press against yours impatiently, eagerly. like he's been waiting for this. yearning for this, almost just as much as you.

especially not when your stomach is busily turning upside down like its life depends on it; all the while your best friend allows one of his hands to tangle into your hair, effectively deepening the kiss.

you'd do this forever if you could, but the unfortunate need for air causes you to push him away.

and oh, the way his face looks the absolute picture of debauchery, of indulgence; what with his heavily lidded eyes and flushed face. his delicately swollen lips still grab your attention with unsurprising ease.

he looks like the prettiest mess ever.

you find yourself unable to deal with all the thoughts that suddenly flood your brain. this is what you've been dreaming of for ages. but n is your best friend. best friends do not do this.

his hand moves to gently cup the back of your neck, then; bringing you forward to capture your lips in another kiss, this one vastly differing from the previous.

tender, languid movements as if you have all the time in the world. his soft skin is hot to the touch but if it's him you wouldn't mind burning to ashes the second he asked.

you feel all your doubts slowly die down, a lingering warmth spreading in their place as you find his other hand on the desk and intertwine both your fingers.

notes : @chiiyuuvv love youuu + ACCIDENTALLY ALMOST DELETED THIS ADN FR CRIED FOR LIKE 30 SECONDS + i lowk thought of sunwoo while writing but shhh + water related metaphors for reader n sun/fire related metaphors for nicho = symbolism loml ! + shoutout to this post and this post couldnt have done this without em + [m.list] song rec : sunny by rocco <3

[loserlvrss]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 m. fuma ( 村田風雅 )

synopsis | you didn’t know your joke christmas stockings would make your boyfriend so hot and bothered.

pairing : fuma x fem!reader genre : drabble, smut, established relationship warnings : oral (fem rec.), language, pet names word count : 350

authors note : merry crisis ig everybody

You had to brace yourself, tangling the fingers on your left hand through the dark locks between your thighs, the other gripping the cushions on the back of the couch.

It was an awkward position, but neither one of you were really in the right to complain at the moment, and you could just give him a massage later when he announces that his neck hurts. And honestly the view out of your apartment window was scenic…not that you were too focused on the snowflakes dancing through the night air.

No, you were too focused on the death grip your boyfriend had on your thighs, fingertips borderline digging into the striped candy-cane like stockings on your legs—you’d gotten them as a joke. However, now with the way he kept you sitting down on his face like he didn’t need to breathe, you wondered why you’d waited so long to wear them.

“Fuck, b-baby—” You whispered out, fingers tightening, “Slow down, please, i-I’m gonna—.” You yelped when you felt him detach from you, biting into the soft flesh of your thigh.

“You should wear these more often,” He mumbled from underneath you, biting the other side. “I don’t care if it’s the middle of summer and you have these stupid socks on.” He truthfully didn’t care about the pattern, just the way the fat of your upper-legs spilled over the edge, paired earlier with a tight jean skirt he could almost see up; though nothing anymore after he practically ripped it off, an audible tear filling the living space.

You’d worn them as a joke, and had barely gotten back from the long holiday party your friend was throwing in preparation for the day, before he pounced on you. However, you knew your fate as your boyfriend’s eyes trailed your every movement throughout the day. And the hand that danced dangerously close to the metaphorical edge also left nothing to the imagination.

He nipped and kissed your exposed clit between every string of a couple words, “Do you want to come now or later? ‘Cause I’m not done with you, angel.”

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[enha-hype]

random bf!euijoo texts

warnings : cursing, mentions of crying

a/n : would you look at who is back again so soon!! lol. i've been getting into &team recently and euijoo has my whole entire heart so of course i had to do something for his birthday. like with the last one some texts are continued from the previous one, others are not. hope you guys like it!

happy birthday EJ <3

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[atinyjules]

hellooo, could you do an &team one, wherein their s/o got sick but stubborn or they're sick and they're being stubborn

&TEAM WHEN THEY'RE SICK BUT TOO STUBBORN TO ASK FOR HELP

A/n: Omg, sureeeee! I've been waiting to get an &team request for so long! And it's so cute. Since you didn't specify what they were being stubborn about, I just made it however I wanted, but I hope you like it!

Pairings: &Team x Reader

Warnings: A little swearing (like, just one word) and there and EJ almost passing out due to suffocation.

K

He's not supposed to be sick. He's invincible.... right?

There was no way K was admitting to your claims. It hurt his pride. But he couldn't hide it... he was infact very sick, and he knew he needed help, but he just couldn't bring himself to ask for help. He's supposed to be the strong one out of the both of you.

"You need to rest!" You persisted only to receive a confused look from him.

"For what? I'm totally fine-" he cut his own words with a really bad cough, making you get him a glass of water as you rubbed his back.

"Stop being stubborn and let me take care of you! Or else your health will worsen!" You say in a stern tone, but K does not budge even a little as he gulps down the water.

"I'm completely fine, y/n! There's nothing to worry about. A bug just went down my throat... thats all." He says, earning an unimpressed look from you.

"Your face is flushed, and you've been coughing and sneezing the whole morning. You're even shivering right now." You say making him gulp as he looked at your stern but worried gaze.

"I... I'm supposed to protect you..." He mumbled, making you sigh and caress his cheek.

"Now, how do you expect yourself to do that when you're sick? Everyone gets sick, we're human... you're human. Even the strongest people get sick sometimes, and it's completely fine." You say making him look down and pout before leaning into your touch.

"Chicken soup would help..." He mumbled, making you smile before pressing a soft kiss on his nose.

"Sure, let's get you to bed first." You say softly as you lead him to the bed.

"Um... a hot water bag would be nice too... and... some warm blankets..." He said, making you chuckle as you went to get him the things he asked for.

"At least he accepted that he's sick."

Fuma

"You look unwell..." K said as they had breakfast, making Fuma shake his head.

"I went out for a run... maybe that's why I look sick." Fuma said making K narrow his eyes.

"You went out for a run in this weather? No wonder you're sick... should I call y/n over?" K said, making Fuma get up instantly.

"No! No... you can't... or else she'll get angry. Yesterday, after our date, it began pouring, so I gave her my umbrella and left even though she said it was fine." Fuma confessed, making K sigh.

"You really are stupid. Who told you to act like such a hero? You could've just walked her to her doorstep and come back, or you could've stopped a taxi for her." K said, making Fuma groan.

"I'm calling her-" Fuma cut K's words with a loud No.

"NO!-" his words were cut off by K speaking with someone over the phone.

"Hello, y/n san! Oh, I'm great! But Fuma is being a baby and doesn't want to admit that he's sick. Oh-you told him he'd get sick? He didn't listen? Ah well, it's his fault then. But you're coming, right? Okay, byee. " K ended the call before looking over at Fuma.

"She's coming over soon. For all I know... she could call you any second now." K said and chuckled when Fuma's phone rang. Leaving the younger alone proudly after getting him in trouble.

"K!-hello? Baby... No, I wasn't screaming at K... I'm not sick! No, I swear... no, my throat isn't sore! I just screamed... cause... um... I saw a beetle! Babyyy nooo, I'm sorry! I'm not sick! I promise! You don't need to come over to check!"

Nicholas

I can see Nicho pretending to be fine and insisting that he wasn't sick at first, but as his cold worsened, he just... let's go of his pride and accepted his fate (?)

"I swear, it's just my skin's natural colour."

Well, not immediately.

"So your skin's natural colour is red? Stop tripping Nicho. It's obvious you have a cold. Can you even stand straight without hugging yourself?"

Like, he usually would put up a fight and insist that he's fine and all that, but today was just not his day. He had body ache all over and just felt really, really weak! He rarely gets this sick, so he just stopped fighting it, eventually.

"If you're not sick, then hand me the quilt. I'm sure you don't need it since you're completely fine." You say making him falter a little before weighing in his options.

If he admits it, you'd give him cuddles and kisses and good food... that's without a doubt. So... would he rather keep insisting that he's not sick, or would he rather come clean and get pampered by you?

"Okay, you know what? I'm sick, and the cold is killing me... I can't feel my body. Give me cuddles, please." Nicholas made a complete attitude switch as he made grabby hands towards you.

"Oh, my poor baby." You cooed as you let Nicholas enter your embrace.

"I expect you to cuddle me and give and kisses every 5 minutes." He said with a straight face, earning a chuckle from you.

"Anything for my sick baby." You coo.

EJ

Nope. He was not admitting that he was sick. Not after he called himself fit and healthy. Not after he said that he wasn't a couch potato like you. He was rude, and he knew it. But he could already see your smug face, laughing at him and making fun of him.

He stayed in bed the whole day, not even once did he get out. Scared that if any of the boys found out, they'd inform you.

No matter what. He couldn't let you find out.

But it was hard to stay in bed, especially since it was the middle of summer. All the windows in his room were locked, and he didn't have the energy to get out of bed to open the windows. It didn't help that the ac went for servicing.

Second turned to minutes, and soon, EJ could feel the suffocation and heat get to him. He wanted to call for help, but he could feel it... if he didn't get air soon, it would be really bad for him.

After what felt like forever, he was awoken by a cold breeze and a wet cloth being placed on his forehead. EJ opened his eyes to see all the windows open, and you tending him.

"Y/n?" He mumbled, voice raspy.

"Idiot. What made you think sleeping in a closed room with two thick blankets was a good idea? Something bad could've happened." You said, making him let out a sigh of relief. You had basically saved him from siluffocation.

"Sorry... for everything I said yesterday..." EJ said, earning a chuckle from you.

"I know you didn't mean it. How do you feel now?" You asked while pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Better now that you're here."

Yuma

He was SICK. And he was aware, but after Maki made fun of him and said that he was extremely dependent on you, that he couldn't live a second without you. So, in order to prove Maki wrong, he stayed quiet.

Even during your date at the movies, he stayed quiet about his health even though he was freezing.

"Yuma, are you okay?" You asked, but he waved it off.

"Obviously... why?" He replied, trying to act as normal as be could.

"You're shivering..." you trailed making him shake his head.

"I'm just bouncing my feet. It's fun! You should try it too." He said in hopes of stopping you from worrying.

"If you say so... do you not like the movie?" You asked, making him widen his eyes. He saw it, the guilt in your eyes. His behaviour must have made it seem like he was just here for your sake.

"No... I love this movie. I'm sorry if I'm making it seem like I don't want to be here." Yuma apologized making you shake your head.

"Dont apologize, but what's wrong? You've been acting weird since we got here." You ask, and Yuma sees the sincerity and worry in your eyes, making him look down before confessing the truth.

"I haven't been feeling well since morning... but after Maki said those things, I felt like I was too dependable... so I tried to hide it... but I guess I can never hide anything from you." Yuma said with a chuckle as you shook your head.

"I depend on you as much as you depend on me. We help each other. Maki doesn't know everything that goes on between us. So don't pay too much attention to what the kid says." You say before wrapping your scarf over Yuma's neck and giving him a peck.

"Okay, now... can we go get some hot ramen?" Yuma said, making you nod as you walked hand in hand towards the nearest ramen place.

Jo

Jo loves you too much to lie to you. But Jo also loves you too much to watch you get sick because of caring for him. So he does the first thing that comes to mind. He covers himself with the blanket, making it hard for you to put the cold compress on him.

"Jo, stop fighting." You say in frustration as your boyfriend stays tight under the blanket.

"I'm fine." He said, making you sigh and roll your eyes.

"Baby, come on. Let me help, please." You request but to no avail.

"No. I'm fine... " He mumbled, making you shake him in frustration.

"Why won't you let me help?!" You exclaimed making him groan.

"Stopp, I'm dizzy... " He whined, making you gasp before stopping and removing the blanket from his face.

"Sorry... " You apologized and wiped his face with the cloth making him sigh in content.

"Will you let me help now?" You ask but he shakes his head, making you sigh. "Why not?" You ask as he turns away.

"You'll catch a cold, too... I don't want you to be sick." Jo confessed making you coo and press kisses to his face.

"You are so precious. Don't worry, I won't fall ill." You say before kissing his lips and putting the cold compress on his forehead.

"Promise?" He asks, making you smile and nod. "Promise!"

Exactly three days later, you caught a cold you contracted from Jo while taking care of him.

Harua

I can imagine this taking place at the start of your relationship. Like, 2 months in. So it's still a little awkward for him to open up about things like this to you.

It happens on the day of your long-awaited picnic date at Yoyogi Park. The both of you had been planning this date for some weeks, so when he contracts the cold from Taki the night before, he is sooo sad and angry... mainly at Taki. Harua couldn't imagine the look on your face if he told you. So he does the next best thing, PRETEND ✨️

The sun was extra bright that day, so luckily, he wasn't shivering too much. But coughing and sneezing made up for him, not shivering, but he just brushed it off as the air being too dry.

"Do you want water?" You asked Harua, who gladly took it and gulped it down. Feeling instant relief.

"Thanks, I needed that." He says as you reach your picnic spot and set the blanket with your lunch and snacks.

But as the day progressed, he felt his head getting heavier and his sneezes and coughs becoming more.

"Harua, are you sure you're not sick? We should go to the hospital-" Harua cut your words by shaking his hands.

"No, no, no! I'm fine... it's just the air-" He cut himself with a sneeze.

"That's it, we're going to a doctor." You say while standing up, making him panic. So he stood up quickly and ran away. There was no way you could take him to a doctor if you couldn't catch him, so he ran as fast as he could.

"Harua! Come back here!" You exclaimed as you began chasing him. Eventually, when you did catch up to him, he came clean. Luckily, you didn't feel too bad. The both of you headed home and continued the date by watching ghibli movies while wrapped up in warm blankets.

Taki

He's a menace. That's for sure.

Taki's pride was too big to admit that he was sick. And whenever you'd approach him with medicines, he would run away as fast as his feet could take him .

"STOP BEING PETTY!" You exclaim as you bang on his bedroom door.

"You're the one being petty by accusing me of being sick!" He said from his bedroom, making you sigh in frustration before continuing to bang on his door.

"Oh, come on! I'm not even making fun of you! Just open the door and let me take care of you!" You exclaimed as he huffed.

"I am not SICK." He proclaimed before getting into a coughing fit right after he finished talking.

"Your body language says otherwise! Just have the medicine!"

"I'm immune to sickness!" He exclaimed, making you sigh.

"You wanna play? Okay! Let's play!" You exclaimed before heading to Fuma's bedroom.

"Wait, what's that supposed to mean??" Taki questioned from his bedroom.

It meant exactly what you meant cause not even 5 minutes later, Fuma was opening the door to Taki's bedroom before holding him in place with EJ's help.

"What's going on??" Taki asked, extremely alarmed as you approached him with a spoon filled with the bitter medicine.

"Should've gave in when you still had the chance." You said making Taki realise what was happening.

"Wahhhhhhhhh!!"

Maki

Another one whose pride matters a lot. When he falls sick, he's like SHIT.

He hates it. It's already bad enough that he's the youngest. He doesn't want his sickness to make him seem like more of a baby to you. Ever since you guys started dating He began feeling like a real Man since he's like a few months older than you.

If Maki was being honest. He liked being the strong and manly one, you know.. the one who babies you and spoils you. Not the other way around.

"Makiii!" So when entered through the door for movie night with him and the boys, he knew he had to act tough.

"Y/n! I missed you so bad." He said as he pulled you in for a hug.

"We just met yesterday." You say and chuckle as he chuckles with you. As you head to the living room you hear Maki sniffle.

"Maki, you good?" You ask only to see him clutching his head, but he immediately straightens up, making you narrow your eyes.

"Yep, never better!" He exclaimed before pulling the both of you to sit on the couch.

The movie night goes exactly as planned, with Maki not showing any signs of being sick, which was all thanks to him having the strong medicine. But unfortunately, the medicine made him sleepier than usual, making him go out cold, not even an hour into the movie.

"I know you're sick. Just don't hide it next time. You look manlier when you embrace your weakness." You whisper before placing a soft kiss on his forehead and letting him sleep.

Soooo, how was it?? I went a little overboard but I hope y'all liked it!

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[shirayuricky]

strawberries for you | nakakita yuma

(divider by @cafekitsune)

pairing: nakakita yuma x fem! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of food

word count: 0.5k

a/n: i thought of sweetening up my account so here i am! just so you know that i also accept fluff/soft thoughts. thank you 🩷

"y/n, i'll be a little late than usual. dance practice got extended until 9 pm." yuma messaged. "alright, i'll prepare something for you at home. maybe it would energise you a bit after a long day." you messaged him back.

you looked at the clock, it's 8 pm. only an hour until yuma finishes dance practice. you instantly went to the kitchen and found four bottles of strawberry milk, which you've recently brought during grocery shopping a week ago.

"i'll bring them out later. all i need to do now is to prepare a bowl of freshly cut strawberries with some pocky sticks...i think i have them stored in my room." you rushed upstairs to your room and opened the cabinet which you usually store some snacks in case you get randomly hungry in the night. you got two boxes of strawberry pocky in the cabinets. "nice, i'll bring them out." you brought them out and went back to the kitchen as you opened the boxes of strawberry pocky sticks. you laid them orderly on a white wooden plate. 

you opened the fridge and took out a box of fresh strawberries. you put them on a strainer as you washed them thoroughly. one by one, you cut them into small pieces and put them into a bowl. you placed it next to the wooden plate.

you decided to keep the strawberry milk in the fridge, only taking them out once yuma gets home. while you were organising the treats, you heard the doorbell ring.

you hurrily took out two bottles of strawberry milk and placed them on the table neatly, before calling out, "coming!"

you rushed to the door, almost slipping in the process and finally opened the door. "hi, lovely." you said, kissing his forehead. “i made something for you. i thought it would energise you a bit, after all that dancing.” you said, walking to the dining area. 

yuma followed you from behind. when he landed his eyes on the strawberry treats you have prepared, a gasp escaped his lips. “y/n, you didn't have to go all out for me.” he laughs. “it's alright, actually. i didn't even had much to do earlier.” you said. 

yuma takes a bite of the sliced strawberry, it was sweet yet slightly sour. “it ended a bit earlier than 9. we got the dance accurate somehow, so the instructor gave us an early leave.” he said. “explains why i had to run to the kitchen and get the strawberry milk out of the fridge.” you laughed. 

“also, it's been a while since i ate strawberry pocky.” yuma said, taking a stick and biting half of the stick. “it has been in my room cabinet for a while. can't let them go to waste.” you explained. 

“baby?” yuma called you out, a pocky stick between his teeth. for some reason, you knew what his intention was. you put the other end of the pocky between your teeth and started munching on it bit by bit, at the same time as yuma. the pocky stick gets shorter and shorter which ends up in both of you kissing. but it's sweet because of the strawberries. 

“that's one way to kiss your girlfriend.” you giggled.

[chanyouchan]

⌕ o zumbi

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

📆 21/07/24 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

[slytherinshua]

❅　THE FIRST SNOW 　( 朝倉穣 )

genre fluff , mutual crush , first love cheesiness , jo x fem!reader   cw this is very cliche but i think it's cute hehe , not proofread   wc 500   request @nicholasluvbot for jo + bright snow for the 3k event   note have i mentioned how much i love &team and jo i need to squish his cheeks so badly :(   net @lune-net @kstrucknet

“Jo! Look, it’s snowing outside!” 

Your hurried pats on his shoulder broke him out of a trance he hadn’t realized he was in. He closed his sketchbook habitually, always worried you would see the numerous doodles he had covered the pages with. It wouldn’t have been so embarrassing if they weren’t mostly of you. 

He let you drag him out the school doors and into the cold of the outside. Although neither of you had grabbed a coat and were both in your school uniforms, the chill didn’t seem to reach you or Jo. You both looked up at the same time and awes fell from your lips at the sight of big snowflakes floating down from the sky. The ground was already starting to be coated by the bright white, and your smile only grew when you caught a snowflake in the palm of your hand. 

“It’s the first snowfall of the year! You know what that means,” you exclaimed excitedly, looking at Jo with an expectant look. Jo looked back with confusion. He was never the best at reading between the lines, especially when you made his brain so empty whenever he looked at you.

“What does it mean?” he asked, holding out his hand to catch some snowflakes of his own.

“Your first love will come true if you see the first snowfall of the year with them,” you explained with a smile. Jo’s face turned pink at your words, although you attributed it to the cold. 

Your first love will come true. 

Jo wasn’t usually a superstitious person, but something inside of him was screaming to believe in the myth with his entire being. Maybe it was your affect on him, making him feel like an entirely new person. 

“How will we know if it will come true?” Jo questioned, looking back at you. You hummed in thought, sentencing together a response slowly. 

“I guess… Your heart will feel warm and in your mind you’ll just know that things will work out, that they’re meant to be. I think the snowfall tells you that,” you said slowly, a smile stuck on your face. 

Jo wasn’t the best at certainty. He was a very careful and precise person, working through every feeling slowly and surely. But you made him want to rush, to take a leap of faith, to throw reasoning to the side and cling onto hope and love. And while these changes used to scare him, he was getting used to them now. 

With a warm feeling in his chest and a certainty in his mind, he caught your hand, pulling you closer to his chest. You looked up with surprise, shiny eyes and a lovesick smile on your face. 

“I want to see the first snow with you every year,” he told you, his words shy but determined. You smiled even wider, and stepping on your tip-toes, you pressed a kiss to his flushed cheek.

“We’ll spend every first snow together from now on.”

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[joojeans]

「welcome to my blog」

˚◞♡ ⃗ here i will write for &team hyung line & 04z . . .

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[eternalgyu]

‘i never did…’

[chiiyuuvv]

understands ★

down bad!nicholas 1.5k words

notes! inspired by song linked in 'notes!' "i'll admit that i'm scared / 'cause i've never really cared as much as this / it's worth the risk" screamed nico so ofc i had to write about it. warning!! this is very delusional, read at your own risk

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

“ta.. da..” nicholas pops out of his hiding place once he hears the rooftop double doors creak open. the huge grin plastered on his face shrinks to a shy smile, suddenly self-conscious now that you were in front of him. “hi..” he mumbles, the back of his neck suddenly itchy from embarrassment. 

“hi,” you breath out in shock, your eyes darting past flustered nicholas to scan the deck he decorated just for you. it seemed unlike his character to put so much care in an objective, a picnic blanket placed in the center of the area with pillows surrounding the perimeter. a speaker was placed to the far left of you, soft rnb echoing from the device. there wasn’t a need for any lights, the cloudless stars being your source to see. 

“do you like it?” nicholas’s voice releases the breath you didn’t even know you were holding, his chest pressed against your back as he drapes his arms around your waist. “i, um.. put a lot of time into it,” his deep chuckle rings in your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

“why?” you turn in his embrace, your eyes widening at the lack of space between you. nicholas looks down at you as you look up, the sparkle in his stare brighter than any star in the sky. if you examine closely, the tips of his ears match his hair, the small smile still adoring his features. 

“you know..” he starts off timid, his voice small as his shoulders do a little shrug. “i just wanted to.. say thank you, for everything,” the way his voice trails off suggests there were more to his reasons, but for now, you nod in acknowledgement at his heartwarming gesture. 

“you didn’t have to,” your voice was as small as his as you pressed your head against his chest. he takes it as a sign to bring you closer, his fresh scent invading your nose.

“i had too,” he defends. you could only chuckle at how persistent the boy was being, especially after the incident. you always found it to be no big deal, unable to realize how much you changed the boys' world.

nicholas was upset.

the joyful cheers of your friends and their video games fade into nothing once the male prances past the living room and into his room, slamming his door with frustration. the commotion makes harua jump in his seat, you and taki sending worrisome looks at each other. “don’t mind him,” euijoo chimes, placing his controller on his lap as he shakes his head. “he just needs some space. anyways, who’s up for another round of mario kart?!” and just like that, the happy energy resumes like nothing happened. 

maybe it was your stubborn attitude telling you to do something after euijoo told you not to, but you found yourself in front of nicholas’s door moments after the boys passed out from their gaming.

“go away,” his voice was raspy compared to the soft knocks on his door.

“i brought some strawberries,” you squeak, still determined to make the male open the door. “i’m sorry if i’m being annoying, i just want to make sure you’re oka–” the door swung open before you could finish your sentence, hair covering nicholas’s sharp eyes as he looked down at you like you were some type of pest.

“if i take the food, would you leave me alone?” he sounded irritated, his words straight to the point.

“actually,” you give an awkward smile, “can i come in?”

nicholas was stressed.

“i feel like i’ve been trapped inside a box filled with impossible accomplishments, yet i have no one to turn to when i need help,” nicholas mutters, his head placed comfortably on your lap. you hum in response, giving him the opportunity to rant his heart out as your fingers comb his hair. “it feels so hard doing everything by myself.”

“who says you’re by yourself?” nicholas perks up at your words, your hands still in his hair as you give him a reassuring smile. “i’m sorry you feel so imprisoned, nico,” you begin, your hand sliding down to cup his cheek. your thumb rubs the skin. “it may not feel like a lot, but you have me to support you.”

“oh,” he breathes, shocked by your words. “thanks.”

nicholas was in love.

“are you good?” you turn your head to the boy in question, your elbow resting against the diner table. nicholas turns to face you with a smirk, jokingly raising an eyebrow. 

“what, i can’t laugh at what my own best friend is saying?” he teases, suddenly glad you were sitting on the same side so he could itch closer to your body. his heart skips a beat when you lean even closer, your noses centimeters from each other. 

“not when our nico sounds so cute!” yudai, the friend you forgot was accompanying you chimes. he leans his chin into his hands on the other side of the table, nicholas snapping his head to the older in annoyance.

“i’m not cute,” he nags, sending yudai a look. the boy only winks in return.

“yeah, you’re right!” you defend, playfully furrowing your brows at yudai as you wrap your arm around nicholas’s shoulder, bringing him closer to you. “you’re my cutie,” you giggle, pinching the boys cheek. unline how he reacted to yudai, nicholas keeps quiet, clearly flustered by your words. 

“but i’m wrong when i say the exact same thing,” yudai bellows, raising his hands in defeat. “favoritism!!” he says, loud enough to get looks from across the restaurant.

…

“you’ve put so much time and effort into me, the very least i can say is thank you,” you appreciated his words, but deep down you knew there was something more to nicholas’s actions. especially since he’s been acting so differently around you. the way his eyes linger onto yours, how his lovesick smiles appear as soon as you enter a room. he makes you feel warm inside, like you were so special to him. 

“you’re welcome but,” you stop to chuckle in disbelief, “no one sets up an entire date to show how grateful they are, nico. seriously, what’s all of this about? you’ve been acting so weird lately,” your fingers trace his jawline as you speak, determined to pry his mind apart.

“because i..” he stops to catch his breath, his heartbeat speeding up when he looks into your eyes. a hand lets go of your waist to interlock the fingers on his face, placing light pecks on the tips. “i’ve never felt like this before,” the boy finally opens up, squeezing your hand. “i never felt so carefree, so loved. you’ve taken me in like i was yours to begin with, you’ve been so sweet, so soft, so inviting. i can be myself without receiving any judgement, i can feel upset without having to be guilty about it. y/n, you help me realize that..”

“that?” you tilt your head, tears welling up at nicholas’s precious words. the boy keeps quiet, his nervousness getting the better of him. he feels as if he doesn’t deserve one drop of your undivided attention. you were an angel that flew from heaven who constantly put a smile on an unorganized guy like him. you had a life, yet you put it on pause to help regulate nicholas. all those late night calls filled with encouragement when you could have turned off your phone and went to bed, he didn’t know what it was that made him worthy of you. you were too good for him. 

he must do something to show how much he appreciates you, right? even if that meant rehearsing his confession for hours in front of a mirror after he got home from work, or turning his rooftop into something you’ve always dreamt about. although he was scared, he still thought you were worth the risk.

his eyes stay glued to yours as you stand in the tense silence. his heart speeds up again because god, you were so pretty. he hates that he’s come to this realization now. in a swift movement, his hands let go of your body to gently cup your cheeks, lifting your chin so now he had a straight shot at your lips. 

he licks his own in anticipation, your presence making his mind go blank, your soft breath erasing all the doubts in his head. he lets out a sigh before connecting your lips in a feverishly slow pace, his figure being sent to a world of bliss as your mouths move against each others. he starts to feel dizzy when you grip his shirt, pulling him closer like you were going to lose him if you didn’t. words couldn’t never express the amount of love you had for each other. 

letting go of your lips, his hands circle around your waist again, ducking his head to kiss the salty tears from your face. if it weren’t for your soft giggle, you would have heard the boy sniffle. he pushes your foreheads together, closing his eyes in bliss.

“you’re the only one who understands.”

︴bonus! kinda got carried away, anyways i hope you enjoyed hehe

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[kpoping]

Tease

Summary: ur boyfriend was looking so good for u to not have sinful thoughts about him. Or where Fuma notices the way u r fucking him with ur eyes so he decided to make it easier for u and fuck u good.

Pairing: bf!fuma x gf!reader

Warnings: pwp, p in v, unprotected sex (cause it's a fiction), use of pet names (mostly baby and literally two times of calling the reader a slut), cream pie.... i think that's all

You were just chilling on your bed, scrolling on your phone, shifting from side to side while eyeing ur boyfriend every now and then, scoffing as he was still working in his laptop for 4hours straight. You are not a clingy girlfriend at least that's what you want to believe, but you can't help it but want attention when ur man is looking like this (like come on it's fuma we r talking about i'll melt right away if he looked at me for a mere second), brows so furrowed concentrated on his boring job while wearing the most tempting outfit ever, his arms flexing everytime he moves his grey tank top not doing any job at hiding his muscles it always makes u drool. U couldn't help the sinful thoughts that were consuming you at this moment, just wanting for his arms to be wrapped around, for his hands to grope u around...

He could sense ur eyes on him, smirking inside knowing exactly what's going on that small head of urs but waiting to see what'll do. He fixed his hair, dropping his head to show his neck, wetting his lips with his tongue as he heard u shift in ur bed, ohhh he is gonna have a lot of fun. You leaned on the headboard of ur bed, trying to distract urself from ur thoughts, cheeks heating up from embarrassment what's wrong with you! But as much as u try u can't take ur eyes away from him, not when he moved his chair to make room for his legs, leaning on the chair while manspreading, making you clear ur throat that's craving what's under those useless sweats, u could feel urself getting hot fanning ur face and shoving the hair falling on ur shoulders away. U widen ur eyes when they met with his, u could see the amusement on them and it just made you feel hotter, he smiled at you the warmness of it skipping ur heart and going straight to ur core, it never fails to amaze u the way this man can affect u this much while doing the least. "are u bored baby?" he asked voice deeper than ever, and u almost moaned at that alone, u gulped nodding ur head slowly, ur phone dropping by ur side as u played with the hem of his big hoodie that was mid thight long, his smell stuck on it making u hornier, his eyes scanned u loving seeing u wearing his clothes, ur panties flashing him as u hugged ur legs nervously, u want him and now, u bit ur lips eyes on his lap and he almost groaned at how eagerly u were looking, his cock twitching at ur neediness, he spread more his hand resting on his muscular thighs making u shift ur focus on them now, ohhh god why is it that every detail about this man is perfect, he tapped his thigh for u to come and the speed u went there at should of embarrassed u if u weren't this horny, sitting on his lap, feeling his hardness right at ur core,his strong arms wrapped at ur waist massaging ur hips gently as he stared right into ur soul, looking as cocky as ever "what do u want baby?" he asked as if it wasn't obvious how much u want him "you, i want you" u mutter as he leaned closer nosing ur neck, placing gentle kisses there, his hands slowly traveling down from ur waist to ur ass, squeezing them making u moan "what about me?" he continued, biting your neck marking you as his, u could only moan loudly gripping his shoulders, "ugh fu-fuck me" he chuckled "yeah?" he teased "please, please i want you, i want you so bad" u begged and that's all he needed to hear, his lips were on yours hungrily sucking them, u moaned in the kiss, opening ur mouth to let his tongue roam over as he grinded against u, his hands were on ur ass pushing u down to his cock, moans leaving both of you at the friction.

You were gasping for air, his lips moving to your neck, sucking on ur sweet spot while you were grinding on his lap, "you're so desperate baby, can't help it when i look like this huh?, want my cock that much" u nodded, "yes" u moaned "want it, want you, want your cock, want your cock so bad" his hand traveled under his hoodie, fingers tracing circles on ur skin, stopping at ur chest to squeeze ur boobs, thumb and forefinger rubbing ur nipples, your eyes rolling to the back of ur head. He stopped his hands to move his hips, pushing his erection into your core, you were already wet enough to not need any lube. "Fuck" he groaned, his head dropped at ur neck, hands gripping your waist, his hips were moving up and down, humping you, both of you were moaning, panting, breathing heavily, your arms were wrapped around his shoulder, one hand gripping his hair, he pushed his top up showing his stomach and u were quick to place your hands on it, feeling his abs, his muscles contracting under ur touch, "i love it when you're like this" he said kissing ur collarbone, "i love it when your needy and wanting, when i can make you beg" his hand traveled to the front of your panties, cupping you, rubbing his fingers at ur clothed clit groaning as he was met with ur slick coating the material, "please" u whispered, "please" u whimpered, "please what baby?" he was teasing u now, his hand rubbing u but not enough, he wanted to see u squirm, "fuck me, fuck me, please, please" you begged, he moved your panties to the side and shoved his two fingers inside your wet hole, cursing under his breath at how wet and tight u were, "fuck, your pussy is so tight, can't wait for my cock to stretch it open" you moaned loudly at his words, his thumb on your clit, his fingers were moving in and out of you, u were a moaning mess, panting, gripping his shoulders, head leaned back, mouth slightly opened, sweat running down ur temples, his forehead on ur chest as he was watching his fingers fucking you, the sloppy sound of your pussy echoing the room, he was cursing, he wanted nothing but to have his cock buried deep inside you.

He removed his fingers and pushed you on his lap, "take it off" he said as he licked his fingers clean, u moaned at the sight, pulling his sweats and underwear down, his cock finally free, he took it in his hands, pumping himself a few times before rubbing his tip against your folds, teasing you, he looked into your eyes, the lust in them making your pussy throb, u whined and he gripped your waist, pushing you down, both of you moaning, "fuck, it's so good, so good" u cried, he was so big, it always feels like the first time, he gripped ur waist and moved you up and down his cock making you lose it, "fuck" he groaned, his pace increasing, you could feel yourself about to come, he sensed it and slowed his pace down, u whined in protest, he slapped your ass making you moan loudly, "not yet" he said and u nodded, the sound of skin slapping, of ur moans and his grunts filling the room, he leaned back, admiring the view, his cock disappearing in your pussy, the way your boobs were jumping so erotic he couldn't resist but to cup them, squeezing and pinching ur nipples, "ahh fuck" u moaned, "you're such a slut baby, can't even keep it quiet, i bet our neighbors can hear you, can't wait till they know what a little slut u are, how much of a slut u are for my cock, hmm?" u nodded, "yes, yes" u moaned, "so pretty" he said, "look at you" he said, his eyes staring at where his cock was entering u, his thrusts were deep, and fast, and so so good, ur thighs were shaking, sweating all over, his name coming out of your lips like a chant, a prayer, he was close, u could feel it, his thrusts were getting sloppier, "come on" he groaned, one hand on ur waist while the other went down to rub ur clit making u flinch from how sensitive u r, "come on baby, cum on my cock" he said and u were shaking, coming with a loud cry, gripping his shoulders, he came after a few thrusts, cumming inside you, making a mess inside u, his cum dripping out of your pussy.

BYE M DYING, PULLING MY HAIR, I WANT HIM NOWW!!! The way i wrote this in 10 minutes after seeing that picture bye why am i like this, but yeah hope u enjoy it.