#bonus if he has chest hair ig

[dynamimight]

if i write something now it is going to be so bridgerton queen charlotte coded like literally a bridgerton episode

[whoskimii]

cackles and requests cuddlefucking with size kink toji from my wonderful queen venus

STAWWWP you made me blush (call me that again :3)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > toji x you. filthy filth! he has a size kink <33 also breeding kink ig??? (bonus :3) tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

if toji loved something more than gambling, it was definitely the way you seemed so small beside him. of course, anyone looked tiny next to that man. it wasn't breaking news.

he had an unhealthy obsession with the way he was literally twice your size. he loved knowing the fact that he was able to do whatever he wanted to you and you couldn't fight back. even though he didn't. but only because he loved you tolerated you. it's almost like you were inferior to him, in some way.

he loved pointing that out, whether it's explicitly or implicitly. sometimes when you were cooking and tried to reach for something on a shelf that was way too high for you (poor baby :3), he'd magically appear behind you and place a massive hand on your hip before grabbing what you were looking for. he would lean down and whisper in your ear. "call me if y'need help, doll," he mumbled. "y'know you're way too small for that."

or some other times when you were observing yourself in the mirror, he hugged you from behind. at first glance, it seemed sweet. but he would never miss the chance to wrap his large hand around your throat and squeeze a little. not enough to hurt you but definitely enough to knock the air out of your lungs for a few seconds. he just loved reminding you how strong he was and how weak you were. he was almost taunting you. it was like reminding you of your place, in some sense.

it was a late night when you found yourself cuddling with toji. he loved moments like this— moments when all he could focus on was your size difference.

your back was pressed against his broad, warm chest. his face was tucked in your neck and you could feel his breath tickling your sensitive skin. you were holding a teddy bear, which he hated. yeah, he had literal beef with a damn plushie. he knew how ridiculous he was, especially for a man of his stature but in all honesty, he couldn't give two shits. he just hated the way you'd cuddle it and clutch it to your chest tightly.

the moonlight entered the room through the shutters, creating a cozy atmosphere. he lifted his head from your neck and clicked his tongue as he noticed the teddy bear. he grabbed it and threw it over his head before the plushy landed on the ground with a soft thud. you whined in protest. "toji..." you mumbled.

you were about to sit up but he prevented you from doing so. he held you to his chest and nuzzled his nose in your hair. "pay attention to me," he ordered quietly. "forget 'bout that damn bear. you should throw it, anyway. it's childish."

his words made you scoff. he was the one being childish. "but i like it... was a gift from my grandma..." he chuckled. "yeah ? she's dead, ain't she ? you can throw it away now." you rolled your eyes. "shut up."

he planted slow kisses in your neck, grinding his crotch into your ass. "to'..." you mumbled. "mhm ?" he hummed, his voice muffled by your skin. "m'tired..." he chuckled. "yeah ? don't worry, doll, i'm 'boutta do all the work." you suddenly felt his large hand sliding under your panties, which made you gasp quietly. you relaxed against his chest and hummed.

the tip of his middle finger began playing with your cute little clit as he continued kissing your neck, eventually dragging his lips down your shoulder. after he gathered enough wetness, he circled your needy entrance, occasionally prodding and pushing at it. "don't tease..." you muttered. he chuckled and finally slid a thick finger in your warm little cunnie. "theeeere you go. feels good, huh ? i don't think that shitty teddy bear can finger you this good."

you sighed, feeling the absence of the comfy plushie you normally held close. "toji... don't tell me you're jealous of him..." he clicked his tongue. "me ? jealous of a damn bear ? think again, sweet cheeks." yeah, he actually was. he even hated the way you'd refer to that stupid thing as he. almost as if it was a human. the pace of his finger picked up, which made you whine. "gunna come, to'..." he smirked. already ? "nuh-huh. keep that for my dick."

you sighed as he pulled his finger out and suddenly forced it between your lips. he watched you taste yourself, all the while pushing his sweatpants down. "m'gonna stuff you nice and full and you won't make a noise. 'kay ?" he mumbled lazily before pushing his tip to your sloppy little hole.

he entered you and once he was bottomed out in your soft pussy, he groaned. "shit." he cursed. he began rolling his hips against yours, thrusting in and out of you while keeping a disinterested expression. his green eyes settled on the teddy bear that was still on the ground and he kept staring at it as he fucked himself into your tight little heat, almost as if he was taunting the plushie.

he frowned as you clenched around him and pawed at his back. "toji..." you whimpered. the sound of his name falling out of your lips like that made him twitch inside you. "yeah ? y'want my cum, s'that it ? i know." the way you were pinned underneath him by his weight made him groan. "shit... y'so small, y'know that...? could fucking break you if m'not careful enough." he sighed.

the thought of making you pregnant flashed in his mind for a second. he pictured you all nice and swollen with his baby. imagining such a little human carrying his baby— the baby of such a massive man— made him shiver. the contrast between you two was obvious. "i'll give you my cum, if that's what y'want. gotta put it to good use. don't have as much as i used to, y'know ?" he smirked at the little moan that escaped your lips.

"toji, m'gonna come..." you sighed. "yeah, i bet. with the way she's clenchin' around my cock, s'easy to tell." his eyes flicked to your creamy pussy, watching the way your little hole swallowed his large dick eagerly. "s'always a wonder how you can take me." you hummed, feeling how your gummy walls stretched around him. "m'coming, toji..."

he smirked. "go ahead." it only took you a few other thrusts to gush around him. "toji !" you moaned as your lower lip got caught between your teeth. "fuck— gonna cum too, doll." he frowned and came right after you, tucking his head in your neck.

after toji came down from his high, he stayed inside you and chuckled. "don't think that damn plushie can get you off that good, huh ?" you hummed breathlessly. "toji... you jealous...?" you mumbled. he sighed and kissed your forehead. "yeah."

oh.

ayo whose horse is that

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[tddyhyck]

golden boy (l.jn)

pairings ⇢ bf!jeno x afab!reader (other dreamies mentioned)

word count ⇢ 4.9k

synopsis ⇢ jeno is your sweet lovely attentive boyfriend who takes care of you publicly and privately

warnings ⇢ 18+, smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, softish!dom jeno, spit, crying, big thick dick jeno, fingering, throat fucking/blowjobs, overstimulation (reader cums a lot), fingering, semi-public (ig they’re in a car), cum eating, reader has a wap, use of slut, cum eating, teasing, overuse of the word pretty and baby (lemme know if i missed any)

playlist ⇢ skin _ mac miller / love between _ kali uchis / sanctuary _ joji

masterlist

The music was too loud and the room smelled heavily of weed. You were thankful for the hand dancing under your large jacket from the small of your back to your belt loops when the crowd got too pushy. Also thankful for the large arm that pushed people out of the way as you tried to break through the crowd. Finally out of the middle of what could be compared to a mosh pit you sighed, turning to pull the strong protective arms to you and out the back door.

Your fingers squeezed over the leather that covered his bicep as you pulled him to the patio finding your friends around the fire pit. You felt like you were floating instead of walking over to them but that was probably from smoking earlier. Your grip on Jeno’s arm loosened as you finally made it to your friends.

“You survived!” Renjun cheered from his spot on the ground in front of Chenle who was tucked into himself to keep warm. You laughed while Jeno sat back in his chair before pulling you onto his lap and wrapping a large blanket around you both.

You curled yourself into your boyfriend. His large warm arms engulfed you as Mark was playing guitar while everyone sang along. This was the best part about going to parties. You didn’t care for the bad playlist on repeat or the dancing or even really the drinking. But sitting around a warm fire with some of your closest friends and random stragglers while listening to music was so comfortable.

Your boyfriend keeping you warm was also a big bonus, and he looked so good tonight. Black jeans with a tight black shirt tucked in under a leather jacket. You had sat on his bathroom counter earlier and styled his hair slicking it back away from his face but leaving a few strands to fall over his forehead.

He stood in front of your parted legs, torso bare, and towel hanging low on his hips while he played with a string on your shorts. He looked directly at you, never shy about you noticing his staring.

You contemplated keeping him between your legs and pulling the towel from his waist and having him fuck you against the counter but you decided against it. Somewhat of a double edge sword because you could feel your panties soaking every time you peeked over at him.

His attentiveness didn’t help; it only made you want him more. The way he went out of his way for you. When he poured and held your cup so you didn’t have to worry about it or when he led you to the bathroom, waiting politely outside before leading you back out. You stared at his hands when he pushed some guy away from falling into you. You thought about how good it would feel to have them shoved in your mouth or in your cunt or even wrapped around your throat.

You could feel your cheeks heating while you pressed your thighs together and pushed yourself back into Jeno’s lap. He rubbed soothing circles on your hip before gripping it to keep you from moving. You leaned your head back falling into his neck, lips grazing his soft skin.

“You good?” he whispered. You nodded looking up at him reaching a hand up to push the loose strands away from tickling his eyebrow. You stayed like that feeling his warmth and how his chest vibrates when he laughed at something stupid Jaemin would say between songs. his leg moved slightly up and down as he tapped his foot to the rhythm you didn’t even know what song Mark was playing. Only focused on the pretty boy surrounding you. He glanced down at you only to find you already staring back.

“Hi,” you whispered. Chenle was scolding Jisung for getting the lyrics to some song wrong.

“Hi.” he breathed out. You brought your hand to his chest playing with the necklace you let him borrow, fingers tugging slightly at his collar. Your mind drifted to it dangling over you while he fucked deep into your cunt.

“Need you,” you mumbled, staring up at him with innocent doe eyes. His hand grazed from your hip to slip under your jacket and shirt to rest on your waist.

“Let's go?” he whispered, smiling down at you lazily.

“But I don’t wanna go yet,” you admitted with a pout, eyes trailing down his jaw to his chest.

“I’m not fucking you while our friends sing kumbaya, c'mon,” he says making you giggle while he lifts you easily before turning and folding the blanket and laying it in the chair.

“We’re heading out.” he says, followed by various “noooo” and “aww.”

“You can’t leave already, it's only like 11.” haechan pouts from across the fire.

“Well, we are,” Jeno responds dryly. You hit him lightly on the stomach.

“They have to leave so Jeno can fuck y/n’s brains out,” Jaemin smirks. You flip him off and roll your eyes in response.

“How’s it going for you? Hasn’t it been 3, nope, 4 months now?” Jeno says, grabbing your bag and your hand pulling you away from your friends to the back gate.

“Damn,” you can hear Haechan and Renjun chorus. You know Jaemin won’t hear the end of this and it makes you laugh. Jeno laces his fingers in yours as you cross the patio before stepping into the grass. It's still soft and slightly muddy from the rain the previous day. He reaches around you gripping your waist to lift you slightly off the ground.

“I can walk, you know,” you say, rolling your eyes, but you're blushing as he holds you effortlessly.

“I don’t want you to get your pretty feet muddy,” he replies, unlocking the back gate and slipping through before closing it back. The front yard is far worse than the back; some kids are passed out against the front porch, a couple is fighting and some boys are playing tag. You grip Jeno’s shoulders while he leads you through the mushy grass and to the sidewalk. placing you down, hand finding its way back to yours.

“You look so fucking hot tonight,” you whine when you're far enough away from the house. He just smirks, pulling you close to him. It only made you crazier because he knew he was hot and not in an arrogant way but in a sexy confident way.

“It's because my girlfriend styled me tonight.” you laughed hearing his keys jingle before clicking to unlock the car.

“And she lets you go out like this when girls like me are drooling over you.” you look up at him as he presses you to the car door. His leg pushes yours apart before pressing against you.

“She doesn’t know how much I like it when girls like you are drooling over me.” he leans down kissing your neck and snaking his hand around your waist. Pulling you away from the car and opening the door in one motion. He leans you down into the passenger seat letting you settle while he sits your bag at your feet before grabbing the seatbelt and fastening it for you.

He was always so attentive to you; he did all the things that were so easy and mundane to you. Opening the door for you, combing your hair, tying your shoes. The driver's side opened before he got in starting the car while you fiddled with your phone to put on music.

“You can’t put on a sex playlist yet.” he huffed, bringing his hands to the wheel. You laughed, turning up the volume before leaning back in your seat. His hand found its way to your thigh before he pulled onto the street.

You stared at him one hand on the wheel and the other on you. He puffed air out his mouth making the strand of hair dance on his forehead. You hadn’t realized your legs were spreading as you watched the way his jaw tightened when he met a red light. He looked over at you.

“You look like I’ve already made you cum,” he smirked, tilting his head. He brought his fingers to your core, dancing lightly over your heat making you sigh.

“You’re so mean,” you say when he pressed the gas again. “You can’t touch me, we still have like 10 more minutes in the car.” he laughed, adding more pressure to your clit.

He continued like that and it felt like you hit every single stoplight only prolonging your trip which made your head spin. You were grinding against his hand while you gripped his forearm.

“If you don’t fucking pull over.” you whimpered, chest rising and falling swiftly.

��You can’t wait for 7 more minutes.” he teased, bringing his hand away before slapping it down, making you jerk. He just laughed at you and it made your tummy flip. you loved this side of him, your sweet adoring boyfriend taunting you. His familiar crescent eyes were replaced with a cocked brow and a lazy smirk.

“How about this,” he offered, bringing his fingers to your button. “I make you cum now with my fingers,” pausing while he unbuttoned your pants. “and then when we get back I’ll make you cum on my tongue,” pausing again to tug the zipper down. “and then I’ll fill up your pretty pussy.” You nodded aggressively when his fingers made contact with your wet panties.

“You’re so wet. All because I wore a leather jacket? So pathetic,” you whined again blushing at his words. He dipped his calloused fingers below the waistband ghosting over your clit. His fingers glided through your folds collecting the wetness before bringing his hands out of your pants and to his lips sucking your taste off of them. You stared at him with your lip between your teeth when he gathered his saliva on his fingers before bringing it back to you.

You don’t know what came over you when you grabbed his sleeve making his eyebrows furrow until you shoved his spit-covered fingers in your mouth. He groaned from his seat while you swirl your tongue over his digits. He mumbled something under his breath, pressing his head to the seat, meeting another red light before looking over at you.

You could still taste yourself on his fingers before you pulled them from your mouth spit connecting to your lips. He stared at you before moving his hand back between your legs pushing your panties to the side before pressing against your clit. You whimpered bringing a hand to cover your mouth when his fingers started going in fast circles.

“Fuck,” your boyfriend hissed when a honk interrupted him, focusing his attention back on the road but not neglecting your cunt. You felt so embarrassed what if the people behind you knew your boyfriend had his hand in your pants. You didn’t really care when his fingers hit all the right spots that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

You could hear the squelch between your legs over the music and your breathing. You tried to keep your eyes open to see how close you were to Jeno’s apartment but the pleasure had your eyes closing on their own. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach tightening making your fingers grip his arm tighter. He always knew you were close when your nails dug crescents into his skin.

“You’re gonna cum, baby?” he lilted. you nodded teeth digging into your bottom lip. “What if they see you?” he asked, making your eyes fly open to see a car driving steadily beside you. “You'd probably like that, wouldn’t you? such a little slut.” You whined back arching off the seat as you cum feeling yourself gush in your panties.

He doesn’t stop his fingers from pushing you deeper into a space between pleasure and pain before he finally pulls his fingers away. Glancing over at your heaving chest when he brings his fingers to his mouth with a grin.

“Taste so sweet for me baby,” he says nonchalantly, reaching over to zip your pants and button them back. Hand palming at your thigh while your body stays buzzing still coming down from your high. You feel stupid and you haven’t even seen his cock. You didn’t realize you were already on his street until he pulled into his parking spot.

He reaches over unbuckling your seatbelt and his own before grabbing your chin and pressing his lips to yours. He pulls away too quickly but kisses the side of your mouth.

“Do you need me to carry you,” he whispers against your mouth. You whimper, shaking your head and reaching for the door before he grabs your wrist stopping you. He gets out of the car quickly before jogging over to your side, opening the door, and holding out a hand to you. He helps you out before reaching down to grab your bag. He fiddles with his keys in his hand as you approach his front door.

“Can I stay over?” you question when he opens the door. He laughs nodding while he sits your bag down.

“you never have to ask,” he says, bending down to untie your shoes and looking up at you curiously. You try not to stare at the sparkles in his eyes. He looks so pretty at this angle. He places your hand on his shoulder before gripping your ankle and removing one shoe and then the next.

“I know but I’m polite.” he grins at you before rising from the ground to stand over you.

“You’re very polite, baby,” he pets your head sweetly. “polite, kind, sweet, generous,” he extends, unzipping your jacket and slipping it off your bare shoulders to hang in his closet. “pretty, funny, sexy, mine,” he continues and it makes you blush. You had never been with someone like him.

“c’mere.” he pulls you into him and down the hall. Your head is pressed into his neck as you waddle with him. You giggle into him at how silly you both must look. Thankfully, Jaemin had stayed at the party so he wouldn’t see both of you like this. But Jeno never cared about how people saw him when he was with you. He didn’t care if people thought he was a simp or whipped for you he took pride in that. being yours.

He closes his door once you're both in his room, pulling you to his bed before sitting down the light from his lamp illuminating his cheekbones. Hands finding your waist when you sit on his lap without hesitation. He reaches up to brush your hair behind your ears, hands slipping down to your cheeks bringing your face to his.

You melt against his lips so soft and warm and so Jeno. You grip his jacket, the leather cool in your hands. His tongue slips into your mouth; he tastes like cherry soda. You grind down against him lightly feeling his cock pressing against your core. You whimper into his mouth at the slightest friction. He’s swallowing all the sounds you make moving his hands to your hips to help you drag against him. Your hands roam down to unclasp his belt, fingers fumbling.

“needy baby,” he smirks against your lips before leaning to press kisses against your neck. His lips distract you from getting the buckle undone, making you whine in frustration. He smiles into your neck reaching down to unclasp his belt easily.

“you’re distracting me,” you say before finally unbuttoning his jeans. He huffs out a warm laugh against your neck. He leans back onto his elbows watching you curiously as you unzip his jeans and tug at the waistband of his boxers. He shakes his head before grabbing your wrists and bringing them to your sides.

“don’t you remember my plan, baby?” he looks up at you quizzically.

“Can I add to the plan?”

“what do you want to add?” he cocks his eyebrow at you already knowing what you are going to ask.

“Can I just-“ you pause suddenly shy. He nods his head for you to continue. “want you in my mouth.”

“How bad do you want it?” you whine wiggling over him in embarrassment. You know you have to beg but it doesn’t make your face any less red.

“So bad.” you glance up at him wishing that was enough. He squeezes your wrist. “want it so bad. Can you just fuck my mouth? I've been thinking about it all night. You over me with your pretty hair and jacket and your cock down my throat.” you don’t realize but you're rambling.

“I guess I can add to the plan then since you want it so bad.” he loosens his grip on your wrists rubbing over the skin soothingly. “Let me do this first though, okay, baby?” you nod before you even know what he’s doing. He’s tugging your shirt off before his large hands grope at your tits making you dizzy.

“I love when I can convince you not to wear a bra,” he whispers against your skin before peppering kisses from your neck to your collarbone. You sigh, relaxing into his familiar touch. His tongue licking your chest before taking your nipple into his mouth making you whimper. You grip the nape of his neck tugging lightly at his gelled hair. His mouth vibrates around your nipple so you repeat the action tugging harder.

He releases your nipple with a pop before diving into the other. You hadn’t realized you were grinding against him until one of his arms reached around your back stopping your movements. you whine your nails scraping his neck. His tongue slides down at the same time he’s pushing you up to stand. Leaning forward when you stand fully in front of him you feel his tongue slide over your tummy kissing lightly at the skin. His tongue teases at your belly button nipping lightly against the soft skin before his fingers tickle at your sides lightly making you squirm.

He pulls away unbuttoning your pants for a second time that night. Sliding them over your hips and to your ankles he holds out a hand for you to grab while you step out kicking them behind you. He leans in again teeth nipping at the skin above your panties, his hands gripping your ass pulling at the cheeks while you grab his broad shoulders.

He looks up at you, his eyes glinting between adoration and mischief. He finally tugs at your panties, pulling them down your legs leaving you completely bare in front of him. There was no embarrassment or anxiety or worrying he might see something he didn’t like because he liked it all.

“You’re so pretty.” he says not directly to you but just out loud. “all mine.” he grips your cheeks again, caressing the skin. “Lay down,” he instructs standing up in front of you and turning you both around so you’re pressed to the bed.

“Want your pretty head here,” he points at the edge. You nod sitting on the bed and turning before laying back, neck hitting the edge of the mattress and your head hanging off. The view of your boyfriend towering over you gripping his cock through his underwear. He was still completely clothed while you were naked. It made you press your thighs together hoping he wouldn’t see. But when you hear him scoff you know he noticed.

“can’t wait, can you?” he taunts caressing your cheek with one hand and pulling his cock from his boxers with the other. Your mouth is already watering. You grip at his thighs opening your mouth eagerly and looking up at him. His hand smoothed over your cheek before taping his cock against your chin. Feeling his heavy length on your lip before he presses into your mouth. You lose contact with his eyes as your mouth fills up so you close them instead, relishing in the fullness.

He groans deeply when you swallow around him. He grabs the sides of your face before slowly pulling out. Spit is already collecting on the sides of your lips as he fucks back into your mouth. You whine when the head of his cock touches the back of your throat making your eyes water.

“fuck,” he hisses quickening his pace but only slightly. You move your hands up to grip his belt loops pulling him closer making his hips hit your chin. He stays there for a minute before pulling out letting you breathe only for a second before you pull him back to you.

He watched your throat bulge with each thrust into you watching his dick fill your throat. He pressed his fingers against your neck feeling his cock gliding inside and it had his eyes rolling back.

Your brain is empty, completely entrapped in him and the feeling of him. Your lips are starting to hurt as he stretches your mouth like he’s stretching your pussy. You didn’t realize you were still rubbing your thighs together wanting to be relieved of the pressure you felt at your core.

His hands start creeping down your body teasing you with pinches and flicking at your nipples making you jerk off the bed but his cock stays steadily fucking your mouth. You feel him grip the tops of your thighs spreading your legs harshly making you cough around him. He just grunts at the tightness around him and you feel his fingers ghosting over your pussy. You only grip his belt loops tighter fingers raw where the fabric digs into the skin.

“So wet,” he says, fingers dipping between your core making your toes curl. “I wish you could see yourself, fuck baby.” he groans. You whine around him when he pushes two fingers into you. Spreading your legs as far as you can as he matches his thrusts into your mouth with his fingers inside of you curling them just right bringing you closer to the edge.

“So pretty like this, all spread out and open for me. Pretty little mouth taking me so well, like a good little slut” he says pushing his cock deep down your throat. All you can do is cry, tears and spit dripping into your hair. “Are you gonna cum like this baby? I bet you could cum even if I didn't touch you. Just fucking that little mouth of yours would make you cum, huh, baby?” you whimper because he’s probably right but that’s something for you to store in your mind for later.

“I'm gonna change up the plan, baby,” he said, voice growing deeper. He pulled out of your mouth letting you catch your breath as he leaned over you fully, his spit-soaked cock resting heavily against your cheek. Your chest heaved and he sped up his fingers. His other hand pressed into your lower stomach keeping you in place.

“Can hear how wet you are,” he taunted. He was right. You could hear the loud squelch with each swift thrust and you could feel yourself tightening before your release.

“Jeno,” you whined out from below. This only made him go faster.

“oh my fuc-“ you moan before being cut off by your orgasm hitting you suddenly. Legs shaking trying to close but he wouldn’t let you. You could feel the wetness dribbling out of your pussy and onto your thighs as your mouth hung open with no sounds coming out.

“good girl,” he says, slowing down before pulling out with a slap against your clit making you shake harder. “So messy,” he teases, pulling away before kneeling in front of you. You roll onto your stomach before he brushes your hair away from your face looking into your wet eyes, swiping at the drying spit on your cheeks.

“So good,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your lips and reaching around you to pull you up from the edge of the bed.

“no,” you say when he goes to take off his jacket. He looks at you confused before realization washes over his features.

“You really like this jacket,” he says, drawing out the words with a smile. You nod shyly before laying back on the pillows and reaching up for him.

“Like it a lot. Makes you look like a sexy mean bad boy,” you say looking up at him as he walks around the bed before lifting his knee and pressing into the sheets.

“Do you want me to be a mean bad boy?” he tilts his head above you staring at you like he would eat you alive. He scoots closer to you, legs on either side of yours.

“mmm,” you hmm thinking for a second. He grips your thighs pressing them back before looking down at your dripping cunt. “only sometimes.” you confirm.

“Sometimes?” he questions gripping his length before guiding it between your folds drawing your attention from his face to between your legs. “elaborate.”

“like when,” your eyes flutter each time his cock pressed against your clit. He stops to get you to focus on his question. “when you, when -fuck- when you tease me and-“ you pause looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“And what?” he taunts further by pressing the tip of his cock into you. Your head lulls back against the pillows.

“And when you call me names,” you finish with a moan when he fully pressed into you. His cock fills you up fully, making your eyes roll back.

“What names?” he questions thrusting into you deeply. You almost want to ask him to shut up because he’s making your head spin. But he looks so hot above you, necklace dangling like you imagined almost hypnotizing you.

“When you,” you pause as he presses into the warm bundle of nerves. “call me,” you whine again as he continues to rub at the spot that has your toes curling. “pretty slut,” you finally finish with a huff.

He laughs at you tweaking your nipples and it makes you go crazy. He's filling you up so perfectly making you moan loudly gripping his leather sleeves. His hair is all disheveled now, somehow even hotter than when it was styled, more fringe fell over his forehead and bounced with each thrust into your tight heat. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he stared between your legs watching his fat cock sink into your pussy.

“So fucking tight for me.” he groans. “How does a pretty slut like you stay so tight, huh?” you feel tears brimming your eyes again shaking your head against the pillows. Everything feels so intense so full, so intense, so much pleasure.

“Gonna cum, Jen,” you whimper. Reaching for his hand before he intertwined your fingers and stared into your eyes.

“You gonna cum on my cock? Slutty little pussy takes me so well,” he’s hoarse and his words are going straight between your legs.

“Can I,” you’re out of breath, eyes pleading into his.

“cum, baby,” he says tenderly. You throw your head back and whine his name as your walls flutter around him. He doesn’t let up tightening his grip on your thigh and hand, thrusting into you just as hard.

“You squeeze me so tight, fuck,” he groans watching a white ring of your cum form around his length. You feel your legs trying to close around him to push him away but he stays overstimulating you as more tears tumble down your cheeks. He moves his hand from your thigh to press slow circles on your clit building you up again. “So wet. So fucking wet.”

“S’much,” you whine.

“One more baby you can do it. Little more baby just a little more,” he peeks up at you and you nod. “Gonna fill up your pretty pussy.” His thrusts are sloppier as he continues flicking your clit. He leans down pressing his lips against you, a stark contrast between his harsh thrusts and soft lips. Tongue licking into your mouth as you sucked on the wet muscle.

“Want it,” you mumble into his mouth, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. He pushes into you and warm white fills you up. You cum again clenching around him milking his cock as he continues his thrusts.

“fuck.” he groans into your shoulder before finally slowing his movements. You stay like that, feeling him soften inside of you as you both catch your breath. He kisses your neck before leaning back and pulling out of you spreading your legs to watch his cum drip out of your fluttering hole.

He watches as you reach your hand between your legs collecting your cum and his before bringing it to your mouth swirling your tongue around your digits tasting yourself and him.

“Don’t do that or I’ll have to fuck you again,” he warns. You roll your eyes giggling around your fingers before pulling them from your lips. “you’re so,” he doesn’t finish leaning back over you, kissing you sweetly.

“So what?” you ask when he pulls away getting off the bed. You watch him cross the room to his bathroom. You can hear him shuffling around and water running before he comes back warm washcloth in hand and in only his boxers. You want to pout at the loss of his outfit but you can’t when his chest is right in front of you.

“all of the above,” he responds, gripping your ankle and pulling you to the edge of the bed before using the cloth to clean you gently.

“You should wear a leather jacket more often.”

tysm for reading!! i’m thinking of making this a series (like bf jeno being lovely and sweet and sexy) anyways lemme know if ur into it hehe stay safe ʕᵔ ᴥ ᵔʔ

[sorceresski]

Moments together - Ruben Dias

(plus bonus IG post)

Pairing: Ruben Dias x reader

Summary: In which you celebrate winning the UCL with our favourite cb

Arriving at the stadium ahead of the match it felt like deja vu. The last time you had attended a ucl final, you had left heartbroken. A few nights before, Ruben had confided in you. But he didn’t even need to, his nerves were palpable.

He’d lost the final before and it had made him even more determined. But this time was different, a treble was on the line.

“I’m worried.” He was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling in the dark room. “We’ve achieved so much this season and it would all look pointless if we lose this final again.”

You let him talk, reassure him, hold him to sleep, by the next morning he was gone. He had a plane to catch to Istanbul.

Now, you felt those butterflies in your stomach, like you were going out onto the field as well. You stood with his family in a sea of sky blue and watched him step onto the field with his teammates.

Your vision blurred as the ref blew the final whistle. His brother was shaking you but your eyes were fixed to where Ruben had fallen to his knees in the middle of the pitch.

The next moments were a blur. Deep hugs with his family and the other wags. The team lifted the trophy while you and his family made your way down from the stands.

“Y/n!” He called when he saw you, arms wide, waiting for you with a huge smile on his face. You broke into a run to cover the distance between you two and he lifted you effortlessly, like he didn’t spend the last 90 minutes running up and down the pitch. You threw your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around him.

Nothing and no one else mattered in that moment. It was just you and him. You buried your head in his neck, fingers threading into his damp hair. He was sweaty, the medal was cold and hard against your chest but it didn’t matter.

“I’m so proud of you.” You pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Te amo,” was his response.

“Save some for the rest of us,” his brother joked as he and Ruben’s parents finally caught up to you. He set you down and gave them each equally deep hugs.

You felt the love you had for him swell in that moment, like you could burst.

Days later, after the celebrations had died down, you’d often catch him staring at the newest addition to his trophy shelf. He took any excuse to walk past the medal multiple times a day.

“I’m starting to think I’m the second best thing in your life,” you’d huff playfully.

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youruser Passion has led you to victory. With you every step of the way. I’m very proud of you my love 💙😘

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A/n: sorry this is quite short, I just had to get this out❤️‍🔥

CTID!💙

[yuquinzel]

JJK BOYS AS THINGS I FIND HOT !

i. characters— gojo satoru, itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge.

ii. warnings— kinda suggestive ig??

iii. notes— writer's block fucking sucks lololsksjskskks. my friend helped out with most of these honestly.

GOJO:

lifts your chin up with one finger to make you face him. eyes you up and down but not in a judgemental way, more like a "i want you right now" way. holds your hands and guides them to his chest or shoulders when he's kissing you. walks around shirtless, bonus if he's wearing grey sweatpants. a playful tease. neck kisses with LOTS of inappropriate touching. really loves making you flustered. whispers in your ears with an arm around you. leans in to hear you better, followed by a low "hmm?" exhales really loudly when he's annoyed. shut up it's hot

YUJI:

unintentional kabedons. you'd be talking and he'd put his hand on the wall behind you totally oblivious. a respectful tease. if you go to give him a quick peck he'd pull you close before you can even step back and it turns into a full on makeout session right there. if he's looking for something, would come and pick you up, search for that thing, then put you down like its nothing, all with a dumbfounded expression. walks around wearing his sweatpants dangerously low. bites your earlobe out of nowhere??? thinks it cute.

MEGUMI:

would hold your hand to kiss your knuckles and maintain eye contact while doing so. deep smexy morning voice. runs his hand through his hair while one hand in pocket. manspreads. like you've seen that official art right? yeah. drives with one hand so his free hand can rest on your thighs. grabs your arm to pull you aside if you're in the way of something. says your name in the middle of a conversation. rolls up his sleeves if he's wearing a shirt. randomly kisses your shoulders. leans against the doorframe with the most unbothered expression.

YUTA:

holds your face with both hands when kissing you. loosens his tie instead of just removing it. listen, he has a thing for pinning you on the ground. proceeds to place a kiss on your collarbone. low and soft chuckles. don't underestimate his power of unintentional seduction. okay i shouldn't find this hot but he becomes dangerously calm when he's mad. never at you tho. if you're annoying him he just closes his eyes and sighs and that too is hot cus it's yuta. would hold your hands to keep you from hiding your face if he makes you blush.

INUMAKI:

you wouldn't expect it but i feel like he's someone who really enjoys teasing you with the most innocent and sweetest smile on his face. would pat your head after he's done teasing you like a mf. another one who loves to whisper sweet nothings in your ears. a really passionate kisser. has a habit a biting the skin of his lips. someone who loves marking you HEAR ME OUT he loves seeing your skin littered with hickeys he left. if you're talking then he'd suddenly hold your hand to make you pause. that or he'd just kiss you to make you shut up.

© yuquinzel2022 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

[faulty-writes]

hello!!! can i request Iida x reader who dress more "boiysh" like(maybe you can call it tomboy ig). bonus if she have short hair(maybe like armin's from season 4 aot). thank you. take care of yourself!!!

[ Another request for my boy Iida. Sounds interesting. ]

"Kindly cease speaking ill of Y/n!" Tenya exclaimed, stepping in front of Katsuki with his hand chopping through the air as per usual. "Pff," the angry blond tilted his head back with a smirk. "Think you can tell me what to do four eyes?" he crossed his arms and glared at Tenya while you stood behind him watching.

Once in a while, the general studies department would clash with the hero department and this would result in a few students starting fights with one another. But in this particular case, Katsuki seemed to be targeting you solely because you had a masculine or "tomboyish" appearance.

Tenya narrowed his eyes, obviously annoyed by the disrespect that you were receiving. You had never seen someone who was so dedicated to their role as class president but somehow it fit his persona as a hero. Still, you couldn't help but press your hands against your chest and glance at the floor.

You wanted to say something or at least tell Tenya it was okay even though it wasn't. Luckily Eijirou jumped in at the last second, placing his hands on Katsuki's shoulders. He gave a soft chuckle before saying, "Come on Bakubro," which immediately caused the blond to grind his teeth together.

"There's nothing wrong with looking manly! After all, it's not the clothes that make someone right?" the redhead announced with a smile causing your shoulders to slump. You knew he wasn't trying to insult you, he just happened to support masculinity in the most positive manner.

But the fact that wearing baggy hoodies and baseball shorts with sneakers caused you to get a lot of attention was just as annoying as when people asked why you didn't wear feminine clothes or why your hair was so short.

"I believe Bakugou was referring to Y/n's overall appearance," Tenya stated before turning his head to look at you. He did not see a problem with your appearance, apart from the fact that you were wearing pants as opposed to a skirt which somewhat clashed with his personal opinion on proper school attire.

Even so, your appearance was acceptable and he did not believe in judging others over something so trivial. "Yeah, whatever!" Katsuki snapped, rolling his eyes before he walked away with Eijirou. Tenya watched this display before turning around to face you.

"Forgive me," he said, politely bowing which somewhat flustered you. "N-no it's okay really!" you said with slight panic as you waved your hands rapidly through the air. "Hm?" he lifted his head, looking at you confused before leaning back up.

"I see," he tugged at his tie and cleared his throat. "Regardless of your opinion on this matter, a hero should not look down on others for such things as trivial as their appearance and I sincerely apologize on behalf of Bakugou and the students of Class 1-A," he stated, yet again bowing.

"Mm..." you latched onto your lip and glanced away. Once again, he leaned back up and looked at you. Your flushed cheeks immediately caught his attention and he tilted his head to the side. "May I ask if you are feeling unwell?" he questioned causing you to look back at him.

"Hm?" you said, uncertain of what he was talking about. "Your cheeks appear flushed," he said, oblivious to the fact he was the one that caused that reaction. "Um...Iida," you said, crossing your arms in front of your waist.

"Yes?" he responded, leaning closer to you. A tinge of shyness came over you before you shook your head. 'He's just another guy...' you told yourself before looking him in the eye. "Did you really mean what you said? You don't find the way I dress...weird?" you asked, making a cringe-worthy face.

Once again he seemed confused. "I'm afraid I do not understand the question. One's appearance is quite important," he pressed a hand to his chest. "However, who someone defines themselves as is quite admirable, and if your clothing choice and style of hair is who you are..." he trailed off, trying to think of the correct words.

"Then you should be proud. I admire your desire to be different and find you to be quite charming," he hesitantly reached out. "Pardon my touch," he commented before placing his hand on your shoulder. You couldn't help but tremble slightly and felt tingling course through your skin.

You tried to ignore this odd reaction and listened carefully to what Tenya had to say. "If you ever require assistance or find that Bakugou or any of the fellow students that attend this school are treating you with disrespect based on your appearance please inform me," he said in that deep heroic voice that made you tremble in response.

"Uh...y-yes!" you squeaked out, somewhat startling Tenya who took a step back while you clamped your hand over your mouth. You cursed your nerves and swallowed hard before nodding. "T-thank you Iida..." you said shyly before turning around.

"I gotta go now, bye!" you knew you were being rude by scurrying away, leaving Tenya with his mouth agape and his hand stretched out as if he wanted to call you back. But he was too much sometimes, granted you could see how great of a hero he'd make, and at least you now had someone who saw beyond your appearance.

[rreyie]

how they cuddle you...

characters; eren, armin, mikasa, jean, sasha, connie, reiner, bertholdt, porco

warnings; intimate nudity ig

authors note; wrote this last night while i was trying to sleep so sorry if any of the wording is misspelled or hard to read because i was so tired lmao

when you’re cuddling with eren, he gets very clingy, contrasting how he is in normal life. you’ve got his entire body pressing into yours, hands around your waist and his head buried into the crook of your neck. he will only ever do this in bed though, since he feels the most secure there. if you try to get up, his grip becomes iron and he won’t let you go unless you seriously need to go to the bathroom. sometimes you remind him a little too much of his mother, and when he does, he holds you a little tighter.

cuddling with mikasa is truly an experience. she’s a total love bug when you two are alone, and she feels the need to show you how much she truly loves you since she isn’t all that great with words of direct affection. more often than not shes the big spoon, due to her protective nature and muscular build. she loves the way you feel in her arms, you’re like a little pearl and she’s the shell. she will quietly admire your features as your eyes slowly start to shut, and place a very, very gentle kiss on your forehead before she tries to drift off to sleep as well.

armins cuddles are very gentle and timid, almost identical to his personality. he always likes to cuddle before bed, it’s become a part of your night routine just so that you two could experience some intimacy with each other, especially if you two haven’t really gotten a chance to see each other all day. sometimes you’ll both talk about deep subjects, wondering what the future holds for you as a couple and the world itself. other times it’s just a silent display of affection, with your head laying on his chest feeling his heartbeat through his sternum, while he pats or rubs your head or back. his touch is always very soothing, almost healing if that makes sense. when you two cuddle, everything just seems better.

connies cuddles are super goofy and fun. it’s usually never planned, but you’ll somehow end up in his arms and both of your legs are a tangled mess. he might try to tease you by tickling you or verbally teasing you. most times it does end in a tickle fight, with you losing to the tickle monster himself, aka connie. when he’s feeling more mellow, which isn’t often, he will situate himself laying on top of you (literally) and doze off to sleep. one time he got so relaxed he accidentally farted, waking both of you up and blaming it on each other. it was an argument for the next six weeks.

we all know by now that jean is the king of intimacy, so expect his cuddles to be no different. he always craves physical contact, so cuddling is a common thing for the two of you. bonus points if it’s naked cuddles, not because you’re both perverts but because of the warmth it gives you. when there’s cuddling with you two there’s gonna be kissing too, so either expect a gentle make out session or a few soft kisses to your neck and collarbones. he won’t admit it, but he has a soft spot for being a little spoon.

when you’re gonna cuddle with sasha, expect it to be bubbly and fun. she’s giggling the whole time because of how nice it feels to her. she’s also very squirmy and changes positions about every five to ten minutes. this is a rare occasion where she lets her hair down, and she looks like a literal goddess. the most common position between you two is with your head buried in her chest. btw sasha has some big soft boobs, they serve as pillows to your head.

reiners cuddles are unsuspectingly shy. he’s hesitant to engage in physical contact with anybody at first, but when he gains that trust with you, he will finally let you sleep in his bed or vise versa. his big strong arms are clinging onto you for dear life if he’s the big spoon, but he honestly likes being the little spoon better. sometimes he gets really bad night terrors, and he wakes up almost sobbing because of the painful recollection of memories he just had. when that happens, he appreciates being held, kissing his head as you rub his back telling him you’re there. when it comes to cuddling, he longs for a sense of security and thats that the little spoon can do best. he’s silently crying as you cuddle him for the first time, because it just feels so good to feel loved.

cuddling bertholdt is near impossible, but you try to make it work. we all know that his sleeping positions are odd and unpredictable, making cuddling him borderline dangerous- and he always falls asleep when cuddling. the only position he could really be is the big spoon because of his height. he will spoon you and throw a long arm over your ride and place it so that you’re holding hands and your fingers are interlocked. he tries to stay awake so that the doesn’t fall asleep and end up in some weird position, but he ends up sleeping anyways. he accidentally kicked you in the face while turning once and he felt so bad that he treated you to breakfast at a local place the next morning.

porco will try to pretend he doesn’t like to cuddle due to his manly man exterior, but he’s lying to himself. he doesn’t know it, but he’s super duper clingy in his sleep. about five minutes after he falls asleep, he turns over so he’s facing you and nuzzles into your body, hiding his face from the world. he loves to smell you for some reason, it’s kind of a gentle reassurance you’re there with him. when he wakes up, he goes into instant panic mode because oh shit he’s accidentally shown his soft side. but no need to worry sweet porco, your secret is safe with us.

[miomines]

Good sir, may I request but a crumb of platonic yandere Meili and Mingyu with a teenage reader? (Infinite bonus points if the aforementioned reader has absolutely no physical strength or stamina.)

THIS ISNT REALLY YAN IM SORRY- it's also mostly mingyu and tao. i just!! didn't want it to run on too long!! but if u want more yan themes in this universe u can just ask <3 its mostly just a starting point for it ig?? i hope it's ok!!

"Hey, hey don't worry," he raises his hands. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Do you expect me to just trust that?" You hiss as you scramble back. Your shoulders hit the wall but he doesn't move from his place by the door.

"No?" He grins sheepishly and shrugs. "It's worth a try. I'm telling the truth though. If I wanted to hurt you, I could've done it when you were passed out."

"That's not a good argument."

"I know. Can you lay on the bed instead? You're gonna hurt yourself more." He keeps his distance even as you glare at him. Even if you don't like it, it calms you. 

It is true that he could have hurt you while you weren't aware of what was happening. You can't even remember where you were before everything went dark. However, after all the harsh treatment that you've received since your arrival it's no surprise that you don't trust easily.

The bed is on the other side of the room. The act of getting there feels much harder than it should be. Bracing yourself against the wall, you drag yourself up to your feet. You wince at the pain that shoots through your body and you shake your head to try and dismiss this. You push yourself off the wall to make your way over to the bed.

You've overestimated your strength as your legs give out nearly instantly. Within a second, your saviour(?) is across the room in a second to save you from falling face first against the floor. He scoops you up in his arms carefully before he gently places you down on the mattress.

"Don't push yourself too much. Ma hasn't been able to heal you fully yet," he mumbles as he pushes your hair out of your face. You can't help but nod as you curl up on your side.

"What's your name?" You ask as you glance up at him. You're wary of him but you're also hesitantly accepting of him.

He grins nervously for some reason and shrugs. "Right now? Call me Tao." He taps the tip of your nose and laughs when you scrunch up your expression. "I'll go get Ma. She's a healer. We tried our best when we found you but neither of us are healers. That's Ma's specialty."

Before you can question who 'we' refers to, Tao has already started making his way out of the room. You watch him as he leaves and you bring a pillow closer to hug it to your chest. You wait for this 'Ma' as you curl up. Even if you know better, you can help but bask in the welcoming environment. For the first time since you've arrived, you have not been scorned and ridiculed at the first glance.

You startle as someone runs their fingers through your hair. You didn't even realise you had drifted off. You blink rapidly and shake your head as you come to be more aware. 

"This is Ma but you can call her Meili if you wanna!" Tao pipes up from behind the woman sitting at the edge of the bed. Meili rolls her eyes as she gently moves you to lie on your back.

"It's nice to see you awake, little one. You looked like you were on the brink of death when I first saw you," she hums as she checks your injuries. You stay quiet as she looks over you and she raises her head to meet your gaze. "I wanted you to be awake so I could heal you. Just in case anything went wrong."

You stiffen as she comes closer and she pauses. You take a glance behind her to Tao and he smiles gently at you. "Ma, can you move a bit?" He says as he leans over her shoulder.

Meili hums and shuffles away from you. Tao takes a seat to your side and offers his hand. You take it and he squeezes it gently before he gestures to Meili. You take a deep breath and close your eyes as she leans closer.

A wave of calmness flows through you, followed by a wave of relief. Your injuries are not completely gone, but it doesn't hurt to just exist anymore. You nearly forgot what it was like to not be in pain that you almost cried in relief. You curl up again, still clutching Tao's hand. You laugh breathlessly when the action doesn't bring you more pain.

One of them starts to run their fingers through your hair as you begin to drift off again. You don't pay much attention to it, even as two voices softly sing a song to you to sleep.

---

You don't know how long you were asleep but you know that when you wake up, you're alone again. You stretch out and you're delighted to note that the action only brings you the slightest amount of pain. You swing your legs off the edge of the bed and cross the room to open the window.

It looks like it's late morning. Did you sleep the whole night? It's hard to keep track of the time when your memory is fuzzy. You don't even remember where you passed out originally. You watch as a slime in a distance bounces around without a care in the world.

You're startled out of your slime watching as the door clicks open. You look over your shoulder as Tao ducks into the room with a small tray of food. He blinks in surprise at you before he smiles gently.

"You're awake," he hums as he places the tray down on the desk. He pulls out the chair and turns it so it's pointed to the window before gesturing for you to sit. You follow through with his silent request.

Tao places a glass of water in your hands and you smile at him in thanks before you drink it. He smiles gently as he places the food next to you on the desk. He hums quietly as he works and a comfortable silence falls over you two.

He's quieter than he was yesterday, you can't help but notice. When he presses a bowl of what looks like to be a light broth, you look up at him. "Thanks, Tao," you say and you watch curiously as he freezes on the spot.

"Mingyu," he corrects and ruffles your hair. "The whole situation with Tao and I is a bit… complicated. We'll explain when you have healed more and are better adjusted, okay? Call me Mingyu right now and Tao will correct you whenever they're here."

You blink at him owlishly before you nod slowly. Mingyu smiles at you before he takes a glance out the window. "Are you feeling better?" He asks as he keeps a hand on your shoulder. It's a comforting weight to you.

"Yeah!" You nod as you drink the broth. After not eating for so long, it does make sense to start with lighter things first. "Hey, who's the divine one or whatever? Everyone started attacking me because I was impersonating them or something. This is just my face."

Mingyu hums as he leans against the wall, carefully brushing the hair out of your face. "The All-Creator is a deity that is even above Celestia. They are the deity of deities and even the Archons themselves worship them. They have created Teyvat itself and they are most revered."

You wrinkle your nose. "I've never heard that before," you say. It was never in the game. "Why didn't you or Tao attack me then?"

"Unlike everyone else, I don't exactly… worship the Divine One with all my heart," he shrugs. "You are young, yes? You don't even look like an adult. Even if you were willingly impersonating the All-Creator, that doesn't justify attacking someone so young."

You can't help but pout as you glare up at him. It has no real hostility behind it and you can see amusement in his eyes. "I'm not that young," you mumble. "I'm a teenager, not a child."

Mingyu softly laughs before leaning closer. "Can you keep a secret?" He whispers. He continues after you nod, "I've been alive for nearly a hundred years. You are very young compared to me. Mama has been alive for six thousand years. You are definitely a child compared to us."

"Unfair!" You whine. It doesn't help your point but making him laugh makes you feel happy. He ruffles your hair and you just pout playfully and push his hand away. You stick out your tongue at him and turn back to drink the rest of the broth. 

Mingyu takes the bowl from your hands and sets it back on the tray. There's another small bowl with plain rice in it and you reach for it next. He hands it to you without question.

"Tell me," he starts. "Who were the ones to hurt you so much?" You look away as you scoop some rice into your mouth. He waits patiently for your answer.

"I woke up in Inazuma, originally. I don't… It's hard to believe but I didn't come from Teyvat but I knew about it. So I was excited to be there at first…" You trail off with a frown before you distract yourself by eating more rice. Mingyu moves to lean against the back of your chair, starting to brush your hair during the pause.

"I can't tell you the names of everyone… The Shogun noticed my presence at some point. I went from just being insulted in the streets to being attacked. The, uh, Crux Fleet? They weren't aware or they didn't care and they took me to Liyue. They were nice." Even if some of them were slightly cold to you. It was better than being attacked.

"Did you go into Liyue Harbor?" Mingyu asks, his voice soft. You lightly shake your head.

"I learned my lesson from Inazuma. I tried not to gather much attention. It worked until I got to Stone Gate for some reason. I was trying to get to Mondstadt because it's the nation of freedom so I thought I'd be safe there?"

"It wouldn't have worked," Mingyu mumbles as he rests his chin on the top of your head. "From what I've heard, The Shogun sent Morax and Barbatos word of your arrival. On your way to Stone Gate, the adepti probably took notice of you and kept an eye on you. They have issued a nationwide hunt for you."

"..Oh…" You can't help but deflate in your chair. Mingyu moves and kneels down next to you, looking up into your eyes.

"Mama is an adeptus," he starts. "However, her contract with Morax is loose due to their.. history," he scrunches his nose at the word. "They were friends but I don't think she'll tolerate him when she finds out about the hunt for you."

You say nothing as you stare at him. Mingyu smiles sadly at you, raising a hand to rub his thumb along your cheekbone. "I'll protect you. I've never followed the archons much anyways."

Mingyu stands and takes the half eaten bowl of rice out of your hands. He places it on the tray before he scoops you up easily. You stay silent as he places you back on your- the bed. 

"The Divine Creator is said to bleed gold," he says as he thumbs the bandages around your wrist. "Have you seen your blood? I did. I don't know how anyone else missed it."

"What do you mean?" You croak out and he smiles at you.

"They missed the golden ichor that flows through you. You are being hunted by people who are supposed to love you. You don't have the memories of being the Divine One, but I recognize you." Mingyu sighs as he pulls the blanket over you and leans over to kiss your forehead.

"Funny, isn't it? I never worshipped you or loved you as much as the others. Yet I am the one to save you," he hums and turns his head to look out the window. "I don't really care about your divine powers. When I look at you, I see myself before I met Tao. I see a child in need of help."

You continue staying silent as he looks back to you. Mingyu takes your hand and squeezes it. When he looks at you, it feels like he's looking through you and seeing everything. How can you be the Divine One when it feels like he's the one who knows everything?

"Tao saved me and protected me. I hope to be the same figure to you as they were to me. I promise to keep you safe."

[voidcat]

– rushed whispers

wc: 1.3k + 0.4k ; warnings: (implied) smut, so,, suggestive at best ig

a/n: ik thats not what the anon wanted w I Bet On Losing Dogs but it was nice to put it on repeat while writing this.

It begins like a faint melody, soft and gentle.

A tone of sadness always lingers, a possibility of what could’ve been and the ‘what-if’s; though it never leaves a bad taste, just… distinct.

Like swaying to an old tune, his breath dances on your skin, your hands fumbling with his vest.

Little words spoken, sounds filling the air, the specifics always blur by the time you cut to the chase. The locations do not matter, neither is picky. It’s spontaneous, exciting, the risks keep it going and making your chest race with the possibilities.

So little spoken out loud when there is much to be said and discussed.

In its entirety, it’s just the noises that fill the air, fingers working ever so quickly; skins touching, tracing, nails sinking and marking. It’s just his breath fawning over your ear and your lips on his neck, words have long lost their meanings, as always.

A wordless agreement of sorts. It’s never discussed, nor planned. One seeks out the other and you begin tiptoeing around each other again. Almost like a dance in the dark, that’s how it feels, with your eyes barely open but never off each other, relishing in the pleasure, it ends as it begins.

And Dazai, he never takes his eyes off you. Yet there’s so little light, so little spark in them. Hints and traces of various degrees of emotions flow endlessly but they look exactly as you feel in such escapes, like a veil pulled over, no room for a source of light. Sometimes you wonder if he even possesses a heart.

It’s silly, how on one hand your minds hazy and on the other you think such things. He might think of the same things for you, for all you know.

But you never will, and that’s exactly the point.

Dazai is good at many things and keeping this strictly as intended is one of these.

Grab the bolo tie and pull him in, he’ll be latching on to you instantly. Teeth and skin, he is everywhere. It’s rushed, it’s deep, there’ll be marks in the evening and neither ever really cares.

Isn’t this the point? To not care, to not be attached. Simply a business affair on pleasure. What better way to ensure your colleague will be on his top performance than to make sure of it yourself?

No feelings or strings, they say, but none of it was ever discussed since the beginning. How could any of it work if feelings weren’t a part of it? Every time a new surprise, be it rough, gentle, attentive or selfish. You suppose it’d never be what they call “love making” but then again, that’s not what either of you are craving.

Love isn’t needed when you get to feel every other emotion to feel there is.

“Hey, would you come out for a sec?” It’s as easy like this to get you outside. And next your back will be pressed against the cold surface. He’s onto you in an instant, his warmth making up for the cold that’s growing. While he is busy with your neck, your hands start with the practiced routine.

By the time the buttons come undone, he moves on from your neck, impatient as ever. Still, he often holds the back of your neck during these, and he is careful with the pressure he is applying, making sure your head never hits against the wall, tilting your head while considering the angles to your comfort.

Your mind grows foggy, such is the effect of Dazai, and despite it, you cannot stop thinking. Of all the small details, gestures, what goes on and doesn’t, focusing on the pleasure is one but this? It’s another.

And he knows, that your mind is elsewhere – you know it too. Again, shouldn’t that be a part of it? To take each other’s minds off of things?

Even when your attention is rarely on him, he doesn’t say much of it, doesn’t demand your attention or care, biting on your neck and sucking on it afterwards, he moves up again.

It’s a way to escape for him too, doesn’t care how much of yourself you’ll give to him. Though this doesn’t change the fact that he likes it when your focus is solely on him.

So you do, one hand to stroke his neck and soon moving to the nape of it, up and grabbing his hair, pulling at the moments you know he’ll like, deepening his biting, the movement of his body, pressed against yours until the both oh you are molded in the shape of one another.

There is roughness and gentleness when it calls for it, but all in all, there is passion in his actions. Knowing your body and his, watching every move and reaction, drinking in the sounds the two of you make, as nothing else matters in that moment.

Until it shatters and the unspoken agreement is back in action. It’s never spoken of until it happens again. The again always comes sooner than expected. He is impatient as he is passionate.

Playing each other like instruments, you like to hear him moan the most. Pulling his hair to make room for yourself and leaving marks on him. Dazai claims he hates pain but loves to chase after it like hungry.

It is a good agreement, though nonexistent.

All the marks remain to remind of the pleasures of the previous encounters. It comes as a bonus, to wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, seeing marks of red and purple bloom everywhere, every square of your bodies. Satisfactory, although a little scary, showing how much you the other has seen.

No rules to abide, no strings to get caught in, and another thing you realize is that you never kiss.

Lips have touched everywhere but the faces, those remain clean, undisturbed. Maybe neither of you got a taste for masks, maybe you fear the implications of kissing one’s face.

But as clear as the sky and bright as the sun, this is one of the things that always remain unchanged.

Then Dazai kisses you. His teeth tugs at your bottom lip, pulling it down, he must be aiming to make it bleed there, you surmise.

He has kissed every corner of your body but your face and now here he stands, body against yours again, one hand to hold your neck, other to pull you by the waist, tugging on your lip as if he always does this.

No word was ever spoken yet it was always in the open. It should be your earlobe he’s tugging right now, what is he doing?,you think and ask yourself, until you find yourself kissing him back.

As always, it’s these moments of indulgence and pleasure where your mind is running fast. His skin looks barer than ever, he seems vulnerable. With how his bandages have come undone, how he lets you every time, never once hands holding yours in an attempt to stop. Layer upon layer, tightened straps of gauze and fabric to hide away everything underneath, every piece of him; and they come undone like nothing.

It becomes too loud in an instant.

Then again, hasn’t this always been the case? Weren’t all the choices and gestures you made, all the touches and caressing louder than words could ever be? Doing what words could never achieve, setting rules in untouchable air, to surround and entail you, claim your spirit and mind.

Perhaps he just knew you’d never ask the questions he won’t answer, or he simply trusts you, to an extent, as you do him.

It’s loud, with all the mixed noises, actions and hushed whispers – his eyes on yours as always, you give in and let the moment take in, your focus only on Dazai in this corner of time, as no one else exists.

Eyes like a hawk’s, it’s the moments when he gets to see you without nothing but bliss in mind that he cherishes the most. This time, it’s different and he is aware the reason behind is his actions. Unlike any other time, it’s not mere minutes where he gets to have you completely, a shift of something in you and until the high of it rises and dies down, you’re his, and all of him is yours.

For now, Dazai ignores the consequences of his actions and lives through what little you get to share until it ends.

‘La petite mort’, what a fitting name, he thinks, and how expected of him to enjoy it.

The clock starts ticking again, your pupils are narrowing.

“We’re down for this time, for sure.” You speak out as your breathing returns to normal, voice a still raspy.

“How so?” Dazai asks in return, his usual smile appearing back on his face, his composure looks far better than yours, in which you poke him for.

“Kunikida was right besides us!” you keep whispering the words, trying not to raise your voice. To anyone else, you’d come off agitated however Dazai knows you by now, just a tad worried, that’s all it is. “Even if he didn’t have suspicions before, he does now. We practically handed him over the proof.”

With a sigh, you lean back and run your hands to check your clothes for any fix-ups.

In return, Dazai leans over and rests his forehead by your face. Nobody pays much attention to the tidiness of his bandages so he leaves them be.

Turning his face to yours, the smile you’ve grown to hate never falters. It’s easier to relax somehow, and if he concentrates he can smell the scent of his skin on you. “Well, it’s not like Kunikida gets a say in who we get to see off the clock,” letting out a breath, his smile softens, “does he now?”

Fumbling with your bracelet as you listen, you perk up at his words. “Dazai, these are the work hours, we are on the job right now.” He can hear the confusion in your voice, he can’t blame you for that.

You never talk about any of these, let alone further implications of whatever this is.

You just assumed it’d end as always, going back to your divided lives, pretending nothing happened.

Up until now, nothing ever happened.

For the moment, he lets you ignore his implications.

There’ll be time to talk about these later.

[silentprincess0302]

I’ve watched I Told Sunset About You at least 5 times in a row now, but I apparently have no one to rant to and I NEED to rant so bear with me.

First of all can we just appreciate how beautiful the story is? The way it’s portrayed, the way they talk, the location, songs, idk everything is just so poetic. I love how some scenes didn’t need words, and you’d understand it anyway. I love how there are no actual bad guys. The ones they are fighting with are themselves. And everyone has a personality. There’s a story in each and every one of those beautiful, well-written and portrayed characters. I’ll rant about how the story amazes me another time, I just need to focus on the two- Teh and Oh-Aew.

1. Teh

He’s an enigma. Like there’s so much going on with him and sometimes (or most of the times), he doesn’t even understand himself. And there’s so much added to his inner turmoil and identity that just makes me want to try and piece the puzzle but at the same time smother him with a pillow and blanket and yell “PLEASE REST AND BE HAPPY.”

First of all, his family. God, I can’t even start to say how much I relate to him with this. Being compared to hurts like hell. It’s like every thing you do, every step you take, you’d think “Would this be approved? Is this right? Or is this wrong and I’ll be compared again? Will they be proud of me? Will I ever be number 1?” You seek approval for your whole life. First your family, and it will branch out to your whole life. It’s haunting. He solidified his dream to become an actor because his mom was, for once, seemed so proud and excited at the prospect (I’m sure she is proud of him, it’s just that SHOWING it is another story).

And then there’s Oh-Aew. God. The person who shook his entire world. His entire being. If I’m to use Twighlight terms, I’d say he really imprinted on Oh-Aew, and it’s not hard to not see it. There’s a few posts talking about it on Tumblr, and I absolutely agree with them. It’s like, Oh-Aew is really the centre of his world (whether he realises it or not). I know they were kids when they fought, but that person has to be super important to you if it affects you that deeply. They say there’s a thin line between love and hate, and I think this is a good example of it. And to have a strong rivalry meant the love was strong as well- to be able to cross the line.

But “enemies” might be too strong of a word as well. It’s kind of funny, how Teh acts a bit tough and kind of picks a fight with Oh-Aew when what he did the moment he saw Oh-Aew was staring at him again and again. And it’s not even the hate kind of stare. Fascination? Wonder? Curiosity? Longing? Yeah, he talks big with Tarn about their “animosity ” but is it really animosity when he keeps staring, keeps scrolling through this person’s ig, keeps thinking about this person? Who the hell copies someone’s hairstyle if you want to be their enemy? Wouldn’t an enemy want something equally or more amazing, but different? Also he had the audacity to not acknowledge the fact that he was staring at him the whole damn day when Oh-Aew pointed it out. Oh Teh. This is just the tip of the ice-berg.

And when he finally made up with Oh Aew, the dam bursts. He thinks of ways to be close to him again, and not just as friends, but as BEST FRIENDS. He wanted to go “hardcore” immediately and chose his weapon- tutoring. He wanted Oh-Aew with him. He didn’t quite understand why, but he NEEDED Oh-Aew with him. And he wants Oh-Aew to acknowledge it, and see it the same way. He wanted to be special to Oh-Aew too, just like how he is to him. He gets unsettled and upset when he feels like he’s been treated the same as their other friends, and I find this so interesting. He went intense so quick, that I don’t doubt that these intense feelings were there since they were kids. It’s just, at that time, they were kids. As people age, feelings grow into different things, and I guess these their feelings grow to desire, fascination, longing, and love. (Also I squeal every time he admits this. “I don’t like it when ...”)

And his desire grew even more. The more time he spends with Oh-Aew, the more he seems to be wanting to possess him. To see him. To be in his presence. When Oh-Aew’s not there, he’s so unsettled. He touches random things, he paces, tosses around.. He’s lost. But his desire was so apparent. Sometimes, the way he looks at Oh-Aew, it seems like he wanted to devour him whole. This aspect, I feel, clicked when he sniffed his “friend”’s hair so intensely. Damn, the way he sniffed.. You can see the desire. He literally sniffed with his whole body!! Damn. And from there it gets intense and more intense. He’s suddenly aware of it bit by bit. “Coconut, coconut, coconut.” He went home, sniffed the coconut. I use the word sniff and it sounds super cute, but he didn’t do it very cutely haha. Sensual would be more fitting. The scent that he used to hate, is now the scent he seems to yearn as well. Desire by association?

I don’t think he’s stupid, and he’s damn aware that there’s something different he’s feeling about Oh-Aew. He might not understand it at that moment, so he started to play a bit dumb, continue with Tarn, and act “normal”. Is that really normal though, Teh? And Oh-Aew, bless his wit (or else we’ll forever see this static state) made him realize that boy, think different. Think, desire. Think, love. The scene at the beach, the coy atmosphere, was beautiful. I love how Oh-Aew coaxed him gently, and didn’t force him to come to him. To let Teh see him that way. The possibility. And when Teh just came to him, followed him around, desire just radiating in waves, eyes heavy-lidded with it,.. Ah, their relationship shifts yet again. And the scene where he “scratched” his back, Teh was almost lost in it. Almost gave in. Until he touched Oh-Aew’s chest and well damn. He’s a boy. And he slips away.

It’s not that simple, because this wasn’t his plan. He wanted to go to his chosen university, make his mom proud, make his family proud, succeed, have a good career, have a family with Tarn (which his mom apparently will be proud of so, bonus points). And where does Oh-Aew fit in this? Ideally, a friend would be perfect, but they’re not exactly friends, are they? But if he chooses Oh-Aew, what about his plans? His mom? The person who he seeks approval the most. It’s too much.

So he overcompensates with tutoring, the thing that made sense to him. What fits. But it hurts both of them. To Oh-Aew, who wanted Teh’s heart, and Teh, who also wanted Oh-Aew, but is trying to hold himself back and pushes Oh-Aew away, YET try to be close through tutoring. He wants to get away, but he can’t. He mentally, emotionally, and physically can’t. So he made the idioms book, in hopes Oh-Aew would appreciate it, and possibly forgive him (while staying friends?). But why was he lying to himself? The moment he saw Oh-Aew receiving his book, he couldn’t leave. He paced, and he peeked again. And he just can’t win. He’s lost in Oh-Aew’s presence and gaze, and the yearning builds up again, and he wanted to be close, close, close to Oh-Aew. He wanted to inhale his scent, inhale Oh-Aew. When they finally hugged behind the staircase, it’s like, ah, yes. I’m grounded again. (Also can we appreciate the music and cinematography during this scene? BEAUTIFUL). Still in this grounded trance, they went swimming, until oh, he’s pulled down, to a place where no one could see them, no one could judge them. And that’s when he finally let his yearning take over more and kiss him. Finally have him where he actually wanted him, but wasn’t possible due to the reality, the world, people around him. Masterpiece of a scene. Istg.

But of course, everything went straight to hell after. Sure, there were initial blissful moments, and then, when he realized that ah, this is the world again, he took two steps back, and broke Oh-Aew’s heart, and his own. And he knows this. Knows that he actually really damaged them now, and when he was told he couldn’t be friends anymore, it crushed him. How would he be able to live without Oh-Aew? His world. His anchor. So he grasped at things to save his world when he knows Oh-Aew was hurting, and made one desperate, big-scale attempt. Give up his place at university. His dreams. He gave everything to Oh-Aew. He can’t bear to see him suffer and lose his dreams, so he gave up his. I just, I can’t describe it in words.

This was a huge sacrifice. Might be the biggest sacrifice yet. And damn, Oh-Aew didn’t take it? He rejected his efforts, rejected him. The world he was protecting, rejected him (I’ll talk about Oh-Aew later). It hurts. And when he opened the pages of his book, it’s all cut out. He’d already given everything to Oh-Aew. And the one thing he had, the one weapon he had, tutoring, he can’t use it anymore. He just lost both his spot, and Oh-Aew. It hurts. It hurts.

I like that he was a bit passive aggressive at class, and he hinted that Oh-Aew shouldn’t have taken his efforts so lightly, etc. But when Oh-Aew didn’t quite return his passive aggressiveness, and he had this sincere exchange conversation with Bas instead, Teh’s world stopped again. How could Bas tell Oh-Aew what he wanted to tell him so easily? Why is everyone okay about it? How was it so easy? And there it is. He saw Oh-Aew smiling. “This was what I couldn’t give him. Now I lost him.”

He doesn’t have any more cards. No tutoring cards. He only had his words and his heart. But if he can’t fully accept himself, how’s he supposed to face Oh-Aew? Losing Oh-Aew was devastation. The conversation he had with Hoon was so important. The first time he confessed his feelings out loud. With words. And Hoon’s reply.. I just. Wow, he’s a wonderful brother. And ah, now that he had some acceptance, he could finally accept himself. But he can’t do anything at the moment of course, because Oh-Aew’s with Bas now.

So he fulfills his promise to Oh-Aew at least. I wonder what he was thinking at this point. Did he come to terms that he won’t be close to Oh-Aew anymore? Was he ready to let him go? AND THEN THE MIGHTY SCENE. When Oh-Aew said he just wants Teh to not disappear on him and could be anything Teh wants, Teh’s just like. “Ah. My world’s coming back together. And I’m ready.” “If I can be anything, can I be your boyfriend?”

UGHHHHH THE AMOUNT OF FEELS. Teh’s character is SUCH a journey, but it’s a book I’d love to read and reread, and discover the little things I haven’t discovered before. I love how complex he is, and that we can see so clearly his struggles, turmoil, yearning, and finally, acceptance.

2. Oh-Aew

One thing that I would love is more insight on Oh-Aew’s character. But he, too, is a whole character journey. Have you ever felt like you had no aim? Nowhere to head to, just a mindless walk?

Oh-Aew didn’t have a dream. He didn’t want anything, but it’s not like he’s doing it on purpose. It sounds like it’s nothing much, but imagine being in a desert. With no directions. Or like a dark room, where you desperately try to find a light, just somewhere to look at, somewhere to go, something to do.

And then he found it, his light. His passion. Acting. It’s like when a starved man finally sees food, or when a locked person finally sees the world. He sees motivation. He sees purpose. He sees something he could strive for, and make his parents proud of him. Now imagine that when you finally found that motivation and sense of purpose, someone who you care about, someone you hold dear and never thought would betray you, says you wouldn’t be able to do it, and that you’d give up anyways.

I don’t know how to stress this, but being told that you’re incapable of succeeding at a young age really affects your thinking. Humans by nature, don’t like to be told what they can or cannot do, and it’s the same for Oh-Aew. So he takes that as a challenge, and tries his whole life to prove Teh wrong. To be honest, it’s both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he had ongoing thoughts about how he needs to be the best, and that he needs to prove someone wrong. But a blessing because he now has another motivation to strengthen his attempts to reach his dreams. Personally, I, too, find competitions a push for me to be better. But it also had negative impact on me. I wasn’t satisfied with anything I achieved, I just wanted to bulldoze through. And if there’s even a smallest mistake, I’d beat myself up. It’s not a healthy lifestyle.

And when he finally met with this person again, not only did he keep on staring at him, he also brought up his academic weakness and implied that he’ll fail. Again. Again. And what’s worst is he was partly right. He didn’t get the placement.

Okay I’m going to stop there for Oh-Aew’s motivation and ambition, because I’ll get emotional lol I relate too much. So on to Teh.

What’s interesting about Oh-Aew is that I’m not really sure what he’s thinking, and he’s quite a mystery. But at the same time, he has this presence that’s just, healing and addictive. He doesn’t force, doesn’t push. He coaxes, he’s gentle. But he knows what he wants, and he’s clear about it. I’d love to know the thoughts he had for Teh when they met, though. Because, even though we weren’t shown what was going through his head, or the degree of which he thought of Teh, he obviously sees Teh as different from the rest.

When Teh told him he’s upset that he’s being treated like everyone else, Oh-Aew was just like. “Bestie, why didn’t you tell me? Let me affirm your position. Here’s my big secret.” WITHOUT hesitation. He didn’t think it was weird or anything, all he wanted was to make Teh smile again. And he’s so in tune with Teh. Whenever Ten’s upset, he just knows, asks, and he’ll wait for Teh to be ready, and when he’s ready, he’ll listen to Teh and comfort his unease. I understand how Teh would be so entranced. Oh-Aew was like a breath of fresh air, the quiet comfort, yet alluring and addictive.

And one of my favorite parts would be when Teh told him to not give his time to others, Oh-Aew said it to him right back with such a challenging look on his face. And I think it’s interesting, because he doesn’t really show that much aggression (it wasn’t really aggressive, but he had a harder tone than usual). It shows how Oh-Aew is quite clever in hiding what he wants to hide, or maybe he could even store it in a secret box inside his head and try to ignore it. I’m saying this because we kept seeing how Teh checked and rechecked who saw his story with Tarn, but he couldn’t see Oh-Aew’s name, and Oh-Aew didn’t really seem affected by it. But when Teh mentioned about time, he suddenly took off mask and it’s as if he said, “You’re bothered with me giving your time to others? Okay my bad, but you’re also giving my time others. You think I don’t know? I’m also bothered.” And at this point I was like, ah, so Oh-Aew does notice. And he does gets bothered. It continues on to Teh sniffing the hell out of his hair and he’s just like what? And he thinks, and he thinks, and he looks at the coconut shampoo. And he thinks.

Teh.

And he puts on more shampoo, which suggested how he actually welcomes the thought of Teh liking the smell on him. He wants Teh to like him. More coconut, more coconut. Like me.

But he’s patient, Oh-Aew is. He doesn’t push Teh, he just observes, tests, and when he’s quite sure, he launches his gentle yet dangerous attacks. He made sure Teh was looking at him, thinking of him (not that he actually needed to, Teh was already full of Oh-Aew thoughts HAHA but it does help, to push Teh a bit), and he coaxes. He introduced the possibility of them gently.

But how long could a person wait? How many times can a person get rejected? When he realized he liked Teh, he didn’t tip toe his way around Teh like he did with Bas, he went full force. It’s like, just as Teh was like a hungry lion, Oh-Aew was a prey enticing to be eaten. He wanted to be eaten. He liked Teh’s attention, wanted Teh’s attention, more than anything. He wanted him. After all, Teh was behind his motivation his whole life. He wanted Teh to see him, to love him, to embrace him. Accept him. How long can he be patient? The lion knows he’s hungry, but he refuses to eat. Yet; the lion keeps the prey to himself, to his clutches, to his territory. But the lion won’t do anything directly, so is the prey not worthy enough to be eaten? If not, why put it in the lion’s yearning clutches?

Every time Teh seemed to move forward, Oh-Aew gets disappointed when he moves two steps back. And it’s maddening, because now Teh is just at the center of his world, but he can’t access it. There’s a wall, and this wall keeps him from truly being with Teh. And he’s so addicted to Teh, to Teh’s attention, and he wants more. He had the taste of it, but just as he gets to taste- it’s gone. And he knows why. And it goes back to his own anxiety of being not worthy. Not worthy of a dream, not worthy for a person. Are his parents even proud of him? He desperately tried to change, maybe if I change my gender, he’d like me? He’d accept me? But of course it’s not possible; and it breaks him. Is he even worthy of anything?

And he decided to give up. I might be just assuming, but it’s as if “I’m not smart, why bother. I’m not lovable, why bother.” And he wanted to lock himself in that dark room again, to be aimless, to be numb, to not feel anymore of the pain of not being enough.

And this is the part where I want to rant the most. His rejection of Teh’s place in university. Yes, at first I questioned it too, but did he look happy at all when he rejected it? People have mentioned that Teh’s sacrifice was the answer to Oh-Aew’s earlier question “If the teacher chose you, would you have given it to me?” (Somewhere along these lines). That yes, he would give it up to Oh-Aew.

But Oh Aew too, was answering an accusation made on him. He doesn’t, and never did, want to steal Teh’s dream. All he wanted was an inspiration, a rival to compete with, not to crush. Not to destroy. To me, Teh giving up his place could mean two things to Oh-Aew: Teh was first offering to be destroyed, and second, it would mean that the whole rivalry, inspiration, chase, ambition was colored gray when before it was a burning bright red. There was an idiom that they learned, “Easy pickings.” To get something when you didn’t put so much effort in. And I think, if I was in his place, I’d feel that it was an easy picking, because someone intentionally gave it to him on a silver platter. More so, his love, his rival, his inspiration gave it to him, like the whole competition didn’t matter. I don’t know the intention of the writers, but I feel that it was like Oh-Aew also didn’t want to be the one holding the knife of destroying Teh’s dream. Because he never wanted to. And the competition, the inspiration to his ambition and growth which all started and continued from and around Teh, would mean less. To be a competent rival, he needs to get there by himself.

Also I think if he did accept it, it would be a whole cycle again. Teh would have a card, and he’d never realize that the card’s not what Oh-Aew wants. Oh-Aew only wants his heart. Both of them needed this. Teh needed to know this, and Oh-Aew needed a push to realize his supposed purpose and motivation again. Which he will achieve, by himself, with his own hands, as a worthy rival. And if he gets it, he can say HE did it. He won’t have to feel guilty all his life for “stealing” Teh’s place. Damn. I’ve always wanted to say this since I don’t see much about people talking about Oh-Aew’s side in this.

On to Bas, it’s actually quite heartbreaking to see how he treated Oh-Aew exactly how he wanted. To be accepted and loved without hesitance, to hold hands without a care in the world, to be able receive love without walls. Bas is truly golden. But it’s just not who Oh-Aew wanted. He wasn’t quite Teh, and Bas knows this, and guided him back to Teh. UGH BAS I HOPE YOU FIND SOMEONE AND BE HAPPY.

And finally, the sunset scene. I like how he didn’t apologize about the university placement, but he knew he didn’t want to lose Teh. He already accepted that he might not be what he wants to be by Teh’s side, but he’s willing to take it. Anything. He just wants Teh to not disappear again. And oh, Teh suddenly confessed.

AAAAAAAAAA I CAN’T GET OVER THIS T.T The series is SOOOOO beautiful and well-written. I’m so nervous for Part 2. Pls don’t give them a sad ending. PLEASE. I BEG YOU. Or I might really hypnotize myself to forget the second part and only remember the first one. And and if anyone wants to talk to me and discuss this with me please do!!!!! I love a good discussion T.T and I’m lonely hELP I need to talk about it with someone

[bby-ahgastay]

Smoking Buddies (pt.2/?) - H.J.S.

a/n: this is pretty long ig huh. sorry it took so long, i had like three different versions for a second and it took a while to actually end up with this. anyways, can y'all tell i've been in a very soft mood lately? this might be fluffier than you guys (or i) expected but i miss my crush and i just want to hug him again, so i showed it through this i guess :(. hope you enjoy it thank you for reading!

member: han jisung (stray kids)

summary: after a heated make out session right behind chan and changbin you and jisung go back to his apartment for soft and sorta sleepy sex.

word count: 3.5k

(1) / (2) / (3)

warnings: mentions of smoking weed, oral (female receiving), soft cuddly sex.

when jisung and you arrive at his place he doesn't hesitate to push you against the door as soon as it closes. he still manages to be so gentle with you, staring lovingly into your eyes. the two of you have come down from your highs considerably by now, a sleepy feeling beginning to come over you both.

"god, i'm so happy this is actually happening... i can't wait to get to know every part of you," the words are mumbled and make your face heat up. he moves down to kiss you, slow and passionate. his lips move over yours tenderly, everything slowing down around you as you fall further and further into just him.

as you lose yourself in his touch it's hard for you to remember the point in time you would go back your dorm and see your roommate still up, waiting up for you to get home from hanging out with changbin, han, and chan. this was when you had started getting more comfortable around the boys and were just starting to spend more and more time with them.

ryujin always knew when you'd be coming home late and had no doubt that you would be ready to go on about jisung. so she waited up to let you talk to her about him, knowing you needed someone for that. and one time she told you that, too.

"start coming home earlier, y/n-yah! i miss that extra two hours of sleep!"

"hey, no one said you have to wait for me! i have a key, too, you know," you pouted back her. she had given you a dramatic eye roll and sigh in return, deadpanning back to you afterwards.

"you know it's only because i know you're getting a crush on that jinyoung kid, right?"

"jisung, he’s older than us and therefore not a kid, and no i'm not!"

"yes you are, like i'm so sure you are. and i know how much i usually want to talk about my crushes too. so i'm just helping you out, love."

after that night you had stopped talking about him so much. you still thought of him plenty, but no one had to know that. ryujin is still your roommate, and your best friend. you can’t help wondering what she’ll say when you tell her about all this. she's older than you but not even by much, you two were still born in the same year. but something about how she carries herself made her seem so wise and made you feel like her opinion matters a lot for some reason. maybe you could say you'd admired her a little.

when she told you this though, you were definitely a little embarrassed. all three of them flirted with you by then so you had figured that it all meant nothing. and with that decided, you thought han would never like you.

but now his tongue runs over your bottom lip, taking it in his teeth playfully. you look up at him smiling when he pulls away. "i feel so lucky that you’re kissing me right now, sungie... it’s like a dream come true," you giggle, one hand on his bicep and the other combing through the front of his hair tenderly.

his heart flutters at your words for sure, especially with your eyes sparkling up at him like that. he's wanted this for a long time, too. as long as he's known you. he never would have thought that he could actually have you alone and in his arms, letting him kiss and touch you.

there were many nights he would go bother either of his hyungs to talk about you, laying his head in chan's lap or laying on top of changbin’s back. he’d sigh wistfully as he spoke about how you found stupid things funny, and how you seem like a good dresser, and how he thinks you do your makeup nice, and just about anything else he could think of. at first they just thought their hannie was excited to have a new friend, but when they saw it wasn't just that they immediately turned it into a joke.

"you like her! you like our little baby y/n?!"  they exclaimed on the day they had cornered him. the two elders were discussing not only how jisung talking about you had started to seem almost constant, but also how he was sounding a bit smitten too.

his denial was what had caused them to start flirting with you in the first place. "if he won't admit it, we'll break him into admitting it," chan and changbin had shared many giggles and many blunts while going over the matter together. after so long they both began to wonder if it was almost a little evil, forcing their younger friend to watch them flirt with the girl they knew he had liked. but hey, it worked right?

jisung knows that he's the lucky one here, he has no doubt about it at all, and hearing you say that you really think otherwise could probably break his heart. but no way would he let you know that you're affecting him like that. not right now.

so to recover from the moment he just shakes his head and kisses you again. he doesn't even have to say anything, his lips on yours speak a thousand words and it's enough for you. then you're both just focused on each other again. his lips are back on your neck in no time, only adding to the seemingly endless collection of hickeys you've gathered from him today.

"fuck, i just remembered how bad i wanted to taste you earlier... come on, baby, let's go to my room," he whispers in your ear, and you feel as if you were in a trance. when you look at him, you see a harsh and demanding demeanor barely hidden behind the sweet facade his eyes hold. just the look he gives you is enough to get you to nod and follow him eagerly to his bedroom.

not that you’d even need any guidance to the room. you’re as familiar with this apartment as you are your own childhood home. and there were definitely many nights you would have to text ryujin that the boys had once again convinced you to stay the night. sometimes the four of you would set up a huge bed of blankets on the floor in the living room, watching movies and smoking and talking until you knew you had to go to sleep. but other times, if maybe one of the boys had something to take care of early or if you had a morning class, you would all agree not to go all out.

so instead you would always end up staying in jisung's room, him just usually the first to offer. the first few times you slept in there he insisted on sleeping on the floor, a fight you were never able to win. then there was eventually a night where he gave up easily, a bad day leaving a strong craving for his bed that night, and being close to you sounded like a huge bonus. 

you had let him fall into your arms, soothingly running a hand through his hair as the other rubbed his back. he still thinks about how you sat and listened to him, making soft sounds every once in a while to show you were paying attention. he’s pretty sure that’s the night he realized he loves you. and after that it was no longer weird for you to cuddle and share a bed, something that he was proud of even though it was purely innocent in his mind.

once the door is closed behind you guys, jisung stands in front of you to look down at you with fond eyes. you're both in a daze, the drowsy feeling from coming down mixed with just touching each other leaves your eyelids hooded and chests heaving. one of his thumbs brushed across your bottom lip, his other hand rubbing your hip underneath the baggy sweatshirt.

you can't look anywhere but at him, everything else dulling in comparison to the way his eyes are sparkling even with how the fatigue is beginning to darken the area around them. his hands run across your body on top of the fabric as he moves up to unzip your sweater, pushing it off of you completely and sliding his hands over the skin on your sides. stepping away for a seconds he slides his hands under your tank top to move it up, watching the way your boobs bounce slightly when they’re freed from the thin material.

his hands don't stop wandering your body; groping your ass over your sweatpants, digging his fingers into your hips to drag you against his clothed bulge every once in a while, running up and down your back, brushing against your boobs attentively. the way his touch makes you light up gives you the urge to touch him as well, wanting to feel all of him you can.

your hands go under his shirt and he's nearly amused by the cute little pout you get as you push the material up, your eyes asking him to take it off. thinking about you in the way he's gotten to know you so well, it's really quite funny to think about how needy you're getting for him right now. the only thing that keeps him from laughing is just looking at you. it kills him how you still manage to look so innocent, your small figure staring up at him with your bottom lip out and your eyes wide.

you're glad when he pulls his shirt off, but he doesn't give you much time to enjoy it as he begins pushing your sweatpants down. your panties go down with them, jisung letting you hold his hand while you step out of your shoes and pants.

after you kick the pile aside on the floor his hands are on your hips, guiding you backward towards the edge of his bed. he lowers you onto the foot of the mattress and kneels on the floor in front of you. gazing down at him in excitement, you feel his lips on your thigh already start to make you feel so, so good.

he places his hands on your stomach and gently pushes you back to have you lay back as his kisses inch closer to your heat. you breathe heavier in anticipation, aching for him to touch you. his hands go to your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders so he can get closer to you.

jisung has a hard time taking his eyes off of you laid out for him like this. he's imagined this for a while now, and he couldn't be happier that he's finally going to be the one who gets to please you. he has take a second to appreciate it all, like how you're already breathing so heavily just thinking about him touching you. or how your hands are so naturally resting on your tits, not even realizing yourself gently kneading and pinching at them.

you look more beautiful than he could ever imagine, and having you laid out waiting for him to do something to you has his cock aching in his boxers.

when you first feel his tongue run over your folds a moan falls past your lips before you can even realize it. you blush a little and one hand goes to cover your mouth but jisung just smirks against you.

"no one is home yet, baby, don't worry... let me hear your pretty sounds, okay?" you look down at him, his lips glistening with your juices. you nod slowly as he licks his lips, head falling back when he returns to your core. the way his tongue works on your clit and moves to push inside you has sounds pouring from your mouth, only encouraging him further and further.

you slightly roll your hips up, wanting more. one of his arms falls across your hips to push you down and the other hand goes to push two fingers inside you. you gasp at the feeling, clenching around his digits.

it doesn't take too long, and maybe it is just a little too quick. but with the way it feels to have his long fingers inside of you and his mouth so deliciously attached to your clit, not to mention the drug still amplifying every sensation, you know you're already close. you don't usually cum so quick, but han jisung just knows how to make you feel amazing apparently. how did you not do this sooner?

"oh, fuck, y/n," his head comes up, hair in his eyes as he looks up at your whining figure. "you're gonna cum already, huh? i can fucking feel it with how much you’re clenching around my fingers, baby," he groans, watching his fingers moving in and out of you.

he speeds up and seems to hit that perfect spot every time his fingers are pounding back into you. all that's heard in the room is the sound of his fingers moving in you and his name leaving your mouth repeatedly as you're pushed closer to the edge.

once he ducks his head back down to suck at your bundle of nerves you know that's it, and you're letting out high pitched moans as you come around his fingers.

"you're so hot, i swear," he groans while watching you. his eyes linger a moment on how your walls are gripping around his fingers. you look up at him as he slows down for a moment, meeting his eyes and seeing the cocky glint in them. "and so tight, jesus... if you're this tight around my fingers, i don't even know if you can take my dick, jagiya," you can tell he's half kidding, but a smug expression is stuck on his face as he chuckles a little.

and the joking undertone reminds you for a moment that he's still the same jisung you've gotten to know. the one who has always been there to make you laugh and who you know you'll always be more comfortable around than anyone else in the world. the one who you think you may have come to be in love with.

your thoughts are mushy and way too sweet for the way he looks up at you so sure of himself, the wetness from your pussy still glistening on his lips and chin. he looks hotter than you could ever process, you almost feel flustered. but you don't want him to feel the satisfaction of that fact, so you roll your eyes and look down at him again. "i'm so sure," you tease him. his eyebrows go up a little, fake shock and hurt on his face.

"are you saying you think i'm small?" he gasps, standing up. you crawl further up the bed, sitting near the pillows and shrugging. your eyes don't leave him as he goes to his dresser, pulling open a drawer and taking out a condom. he tugs his pants off to roll it on. you watch and take in every detail you can, noticing one vein that’s especially prominent on the side. well, he's definitely not small.

and then in a second he's hovering over you, eyes still just as confident as he looks up and down your entire body. he's good at playing the whole smug guy character, but you can still see the sweet look behind it all. 'i guess you really are good at hiding it, han jisung,' you think adoringly to yourself, 'but i still know you're just a smushy little shy boy.' it will be a cold day in hell when you don't let him take control over you, though. and you already can tell there's going to be many levels to his dominance all to be explored eventually, an exciting thought for sure.

"well then i'm just gonna have to shut you up," he brings his hand up. you know exactly what to do for him, opening your mouth to take his fingers in and sucking them clean of your own juices. and then he's pushing into you without warning, your mouth falling open as he does. stopping for a moment, his fingers are pulled from your mouth as he looks down at you.

your jaw is taken in one hand to make you look at him, his touch ever so gentle. concern is written over his face, silently asking if you're good. you hum and nod, smiling from the satisfying feeling of him stretching you out. as he rocks into you slowly, sweet kisses are left all over your forehead and cheeks and nose and lips and anywhere else he can reach.

you look up at him as his member drags against your walls delightfully. he really does look sleepy and you're sure you do too, but his fluffy hair and swollen lips make him look so soft and cuddly in the most charming way. his hands pin your hips to the bed, one of yours going to run through his hair and the other going to his cheek.

while the pace is slow, it still feels better than any you've ever had. the fact that the first time you two are having sex is so mushy and loving like this definitely makes it better in your mind, you know it will always be a heartwarming memory no matter what happens between you two.

"sungie, oh my god... shit, you feel so good," you breathe out, head falling back into the pillows. he leaves a kiss on your neck before bringing one hand to lift your head back up, pressing his lips on yours as you clench around him.

he was right before, you really were so tight around his cock and it was driving him crazy. that and the sight of himself moving in and out of your wet pussy had him already close, but no way was he going to miss seeing you cum again.

"you feel good around me too, baby. i guess i did fit, but you are so fucking tight y/n. jesus," he gives an extra hard thrust, forcing a moan from you. you let out a low, pleased hum as he begins pounding into you harder and deeper, your eyes rolling back as he hits unimaginable spots. the smirk never leaves his face as the way you moan his name is almost unintelligible, your words slurred from pleasure and the sluggishness starting to take over. fortunately his dick is more than enough to keep you awake.

one hand goes down to rub circles into your clit, his hips speeding up slightly. him drilling into you just right has you pulling him closer to you to attach your lips again and moaning against him. his other hand is tangled in your long hair, elbow near your head to support himself. you know for a fact that you're still a little stoned, your body is tingling comfortingly and it makes you feel jisung's touches twenty times better. your body is on fire and there's no way to keep you from cumming anymore.

jisung has to pull away from the kiss as you release around him, the feeling triggering his own orgasm and pulling a few throaty moans from him. you both clutch each other tightly, your head buried into his neck as he continues to fuck you, sloppier now, just to work you both through your highs.

you whine a little when he pulls out of you, squirming under him a bit. leaving a kiss on your forehead he stands up to throw away the condom.

you catch your breath and watch him as he moves, getting comfortable by curling up under the blanket with your head peeking out on top of his pillows. just yesterday you'd think it would be impossible you would ever get to do that with jisung. but you're beyond happy you did and not a single fiber of you regrets it.

especially not while you watch how he hurries back over to the bed from the trash can near the door, lifting the covers up and diving in with you. he comes up behind you and hugs you close, nuzzling his head into your bare shoulder. a chuckle falls past your lips as you look back him, mumbling a small 'what.'

"i heard my hyungs in the kitchen, who knows how long they've been back," he cringes at you, his nose scrunching up adorably. your mouth falls open and you shift to face him.

"oh my god!"

"i know..."

"aw, no... do you think maybe they might have not heard anything?" you pout hopefully up at him.

he winces and shakes his head. "ahh, they sounded pretty settled in, like they've been here a while. i'm sure they did hear you moaning my name at some point," his tone is purely playful but you still whine, hitting his chest lightly.

"shut up."

"never."

and neither of you say anything else, his arms pulling you tighter against him. he leaves a small kiss on your nose, then he closes his eyes and settles in more. it's not long before you hear his soft snores. and you know it won't be too much longer before you're out too.

no other time you've been in his arms has been so blissful. any other time has always been borderline painful, your mind never letting you forget how he didn't feel the way you did. you're glad you were wrong. 'i definitely love him' you think to yourself.

you nearly feel overwhelmed with how your heart fills to the brim with love as you stare admiringly up at the peaceful looking boy. stopping yourself from reaching out to squish his cheeks isn't easy, but you manage. instead you bring a hand up to push aside some hair that was falling over his eyes, stroking his cheek lightly after.

being in his arms makes you feel just so completely and absolutely safe. it's so hard to remember that this is real. you stop looking at him and rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and letting sleep take you.

[excelsi-or]

just a little sweeter (pt. 7)

BIPOC rec: Check out Elsa Majimbo on IG. She makes hilarious videos about everything, especially poking fun about life in these COVID times. They make me laugh so much. And for some arty stuff, check out Allenmoreworks. She’s posting some stunning pieces.

w.c. 2.1k (fluuuuuuff, i’m realizing there is a lot less angst in this story than in the last one. hope you guys don’t mind that lol)

pt.1; pt.2; pt.3; pt.4; pt.5; pt.6

“You’re sure I’m allowed to be here?”

“Yes,” Jihoon laughs as he lets her into the company building.

She wraps him in a hug, and he can smell the coffee he loves in her hair. “Hi.”

Jihoon smiles at her. “Hi.”

“So, where is everyone?”

“Called it a night,” Jihoon tells her. They head to the elevator.

“And Eunha?”

“Sleeping on the couch in the studio.”

She lifts an eyebrow.

“I can’t let her stay home alone. My daughter’s not even 2,” he explains.

“But if she’s sleeping, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“I have to finish this album. There were some things the members didn’t like in the final mix.” Jihoon pushes off the wall and leads her out the elevator and down the hall.

She trails after him in awe of the bare white walls and glass doors. “This is more business-like than I anticipated.”

Jihoon glances over his shoulder. “Oh. Yeah. Studio’s not that bad.” He pushes the studio door open and leads her into the room. Sitting on the table in front of Eunha is a phone that’s on a call. He picks it up to end it.

“Did you use an iPhone as a baby monitor?” she demands.

He nods as he tosses the phone on the desk. “Yeah.”

She turns, admiring the room. The neon lights are on, which cast a blue haze over everything. The red neon light of ‘Woozi’s studio’ near his workspace highlights that area.

“Thoughts?”

“Very… unlike you,” she comments, smiling at him. “More colour than I was anticipating. But also your style.” She hums. “Hard to describe.”

They both glance over at the couch when they hear Eunha mumbling. Jihoon is about to reach for her, but she gets to his daughter first. She scoops Eunha up and Eunha immediately rests on her shoulder, arms around her neck.

“You didn’t have to,” Jihoon says.

She shakes her head. “You asked me to keep you awake so you could finish your album. I brought a book. I’m here for conversation and to babysit,” she chuckles.

Jihoon holds the back of his ‘guest’ chair and she sits on it. She readjusts Eunha so that her little head is cradled in the crook of her elbow. The little girl is all pudgy limbs that curl around her. She brushes hair off of Eunha’s forehead and looks up to see Jihoon’s fond expression.

“Stop that,” she whispers.

Jihoon feels his face warm at getting caught. “Do you wanna hear some of the album?”

“Of course I do. You don’t know how much I’ve been anticipating hearing a work in progress.”

Jihoon plays a few tracks for her, stopping right before the parts he needs to change. The members were right. Some of the songs are not his best work and can be tweaked a bit to be hits. He watches her microexpressions, catching the tilt of her head at some parts. He mentally flags them for later.

“They don’t call you a genius for nothing.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”

“You’re good, Jihoon.” She rocks the chair back and forth as Eunha begins moving in her sleep.

“Well, thanks, I guess.”

“Can we just talk about how good lunch was yesterday?” she asks, changing the subject.

Jihoon snorts. “Yes, we can. It was so good I made the members order it for lunch today.”

She grins. “I know the odds of there being leftovers is a long shot.”

Jihoon shakes his head. “I was planning on being in late and ordered us both something. It’s in the fridge.”

Her jaw drops. “You sneak. You were going to ask me over regardless.”

Since their first date, the two have been nonstop communicating. If they can’t see each other for a coffee break (not in her café) or a meal, they’ll video chat after Eunha’s gone to bed or in the morning before she goes to work. Somehow, his baby winds up in the call at some point or another, regardless of when they chat.

Jihoon shrugs. “Is that a bad thing?”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “No, it’s not.” Jihoon watches as she reaches for her bag on the floor to grab her book. She manages to do so without waking his daughter.

“You know, the members have been worried,” he says once she’s upright.

She puts her book on the desk and lifts her feet to prop them on his chair. “Yeah, they make a few comments when they come to pick up coffee.”

Jihoon frowns. “Like…?”

“Nothing rude. Warnings, I guess.”

“About…?”

“Just…” She tilts her head. “That you’ve been hurt before and that I should walk away if I’m not committed.”

He holds back an eye roll. “I’m surprised you haven’t run away yet.”

“What do you mean?” she chuckles.

“Just that… well, one, I have a full-on child. And two, I have overprotective members. You haven’t even met my mother yet.”

She nods. “Yeah, I know. I’m insane.”

Jihoon studies her. He can’t help but feel his heart swell every time she turns her attention to Eunha. The way she looks holding his daughter makes him want to laugh or cry or something. And he gets caught every time he watches her like this, interacting with his daughter. There’s no real point to be embarrassed anymore.

Doesn’t stop him from turning red every time anyway.

“I told my mom about you,” she says, her eyes on Eunha.

“What? Me or Eunha?”

She snorts and looks up at him. “You, you dolt.”

“And?”

“I let slip that you have a daughter.”

Jihoon’s stomach clenches at the thought of someone else knowing. “It’s your mom. I don’t mind.”

She gauges his expression. “As soon as I said it, I knew I shouldn’t have.”

“Sharing things with your mom is a good thing. I hope that Eunha gets to have that one day.” Jihoon takes a deep breath. “What… what did she say?”

“About you having a daughter? Plenty.” She chews her bottom lip. “Do you want to hear it?”

Jihoon hesitates for a second, but nods.

“She thinks I’m crazy to even consider being involved with you. You’re an idol, first of all. She thinks the lifestyle is crazy. She ultimately wants someone who dotes on me.” She shrugs. “I don’t blame her for that one. But when she found out about Eunha, she…” She tips her head both ways. “Let’s just say that if she could ground me and control everything I did from that day on, she’d make it so I moved back home and was never allowed to date anyone ever again. Because clearly I can’t make decisions.”

Jihoon whistles. “That’s… harsh.”

“I haven’t had a boyfriend in a long time. She wants to know what’s possessing me to date someone who already has daughter.”

“We come as a package deal.”

“And… I know that.” She pulls Eunha closer. “Or at least, I think I do.”

Jihoon starts to turn in his chair towards the screen. “So why?”

“Why what?”

“Why… date me?”

She lifts an eyebrow, a small smile on her lips. “You want a list?”

Jihoon pulls up the file he needs and slides his notebook closer. “I… thought I was undateable because I have Eunha. Figured that no one would be willing to be with someone who already has a kid. Especially at our age.”

“Ah. You also think I’m crazy.”

Jihoon glances over at her, finally seeing the smile quirking her lips. “I just want to know why.”

“You have a good heart. You’re a good person, talented, with a career.” She shrugs. “It doesn’t hurt that you’re good looking. What more could I ask for?”

“Someone without a kid.”

She snorts. “I’m surprised you want to date me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I could walk away at any moment, break your heart and make life even more difficult for you.” She picks up her book and holds it in her other hand. “I don’t know what you see in me that would be any bonus for you and your daughter.”

A couple hours pass. She’s dozed during the slow songs that Jihoon is mixing. They talk about light topics when he wants to keep his mind off the songs. But when Eunha starts whining, she gets up to go for a walk.

“Do you want your food?” she asks, holding Eunha to her chest. The kid’s head rests on her shoulder, the whining about to turn into sobbing. She presses a kiss to the back of Eunha’s head. “Do you want to stay with Daddy?” she whispers.

Eunha grips her tighter and Jihoon has to fight a smile. “If you don’t mind grabbing it on your own.”

“I can get it,” she snorts. “Tell me where it is.”

Jihoon instructs her to where the kitchen is. In the kitchen, she manages to get the food out of the fridge.

Before she can heat it, Eunha suddenly wakes up. As she looks around the dimly lit kitchen without her dad, she begins whimpering.

“Hey kiddo,” she hums, putting down the plate she was about to put in the microwave. “Hey, hey.”

Eunha’s whimpers start to crescendo to crying.

“Okay, okay.” She goes to turn the light on and Eunha squints at the brightness. “You’re okay. We’re at the studio. Daddy’s in the next room.” Eunha stares at her with red cheeks and tears welling in her eyes. “Do you remember me, hmm? We’re just going to make food and then we’re going straight back to Daddy’s office.” She turns Eunha towards the open containers on the counter. “Look, food.”

Eunha blinks away her tears, her crying subsiding to uneven breathing.

“See? You’re alright.” She uses her thumb to wipe away some of the tears. “If you’re going to stay awake, do you want me to put you—oh, okay.” Before she can finish her sentence, Eunha’s head is back on her shoulder. She bounces Eunha up and down as she puts the food in the microwave.

By the time she gets back to Jihoon, carefully balancing a child and a plate of food in each hand, Eunha is asleep again. At the sound of the door opening, Jihoon looks back over his shoulder. He gets to his feet to grab the plates out of her hands. He bends a bit to get a look at Eunha’s face.

“Did she cry?”

“Yeah, she did.” She follows him to the desk. “She’s asleep now, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she is.” He sets the plates down and then manoeuvres Eunha into his arms. She lies against his chest.

“Now, I’m cold,” she chuckles.

Jihoon turns in his seat towards the couch. “There’s a blanket here somewhere.”

She sees it on the couch. She wraps it around her shoulders and sits back down. “How’s the music going?”

Jihoon shakes his head. “Let’s talk about something else. I can’t talk about it anymore.”

“That’s saying something,” she murmurs. They’re quiet for a moment, tucking into their food. “How are your parents?”

“My parents?” Jihoon tips his head at the question. “They’re good.”

“And have you told them about me?”

“Ah,” Jihoon chuckles. He carefully bends forward to eat. “Yes, I have actually.”

“And?”

“Be careful,” he quotes his mother. “After Eunha’s mother, they’re protective of us.” He presses a kiss to Eunha’s head.

She eats quietly, mulling this over. If this were just a case of two 20-somethings dating, then she doubts either of their parents would have much to say about them testing it out. But because of Eunha, it either needs to be serious or nothing. It’s an interesting way to date, she finds. It puts so much pressure on the early stages of a relationship to work out. Now it’s not just about whether she likes Jihoon; now she needs to consider if she wants to be involved in Eunha’s life too.

Jihoon must see all of this on her face. “I understand if you’re scared away by that.”

She smirks.

“It’s a lot of pressure to put on you.”

“And you.” She lightly kicks his knee. “You’re expecting yourself to be able to be the best judge of character. You’re not leaving any room for error here.”

His voice quiets. “I’d really hate to be wrong.”

“About?”

“You, me, Seventeen, this little one and how I raise her.”

“Those last couple ones are all you. You can control those things.” She takes another bite. “As of right now, I think I’m more a figment of your imagination than anything else.” She reaches for the water bottle in her bag. “But that’s why I’m here. To make me real. And to make you real to me.”

“You know,” Jihoon turns to scribble her words into his notebook, “if the café doesn’t work out, you could be a lyricist.”

She snorts, watching Jihoon carefully as he balances Eunha on his chest, his fork in his hand and the computer mouse in his other. “Could I? I don’t think so.”

[hangsangwithbts]

Let’s Get Married (pt. 26 BONUS)

sm text au in which you agree to be jin’s fake fiance. links can be found in my bio!

a/n: this is my first attempt in a long time at writing angst, so I hope it came out decent? if it didn’t, let’s blame my poor choice in music while writing this lol anyway, this takes place right after the texts from pt.26 but before the IG posts. if you have any questions or need any clarifications, please don’t hesitate to ask!

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In the years that he has known you, Seokjin had only seen the stubborn and feisty y/n, but now thanks to your arrangement, he’s gotten to see more sides of you. Sides that he didn’t even know could exist (at least not towards him) such as the selfless and caring y/n that would wake up early on his busy clinic days to pack him lunch so he wouldn’t starve or the cuddly y/n that had the bad habit of destroying the makeshift pillow wall and using him as a pillow instead just about every night.

Seokjin wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to your shared room, but out of all possible scenarios, he sure wasn’t expecting to be so torn by your crestfallen state.

You greeted him with a small “hey” and attempted a smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. You stepped back to let him further in, gaze falling as a feeble attempt to hide how red and puffy your eyes really were.

All he wanted to do in that moment was pull you into his arms and hold you close and as soon as he noticed the slight wobble of your chin, that’s exactly what he did.

“Am I just a joke to people?” You cried, balling your fists against his chest. “Are my feelings not valid?”

Seokjin pulled away, just enough to be able to hold your face in his hands. His lips curved into a frown as he wiped away at your tears with his thumbs. “You’re feelings are always valid.”

“Not to him.” You choked out, struggling to keep more tears from falling.

Seokjin led you to the bed, rushing to the bathroom to grab you some tissues. When he returned, he sat beside you and wiped your tears away for you. “Well, your feelings are valid to me so talk to me. I’m here.”

“Two years. I gave him everything for two years.” You took a deep breath. “I thought what we had was the love you read in books, but while I was his Gatsby, he was my Daisy. While I fantasized about marrying him, he was finding ways to leave me…because apparently, me not coming from an established family was not acceptable to his family. I was nothing but a toy to him. Still, I stayed.”

“I foolishly believed he would choose me but as soon as I brought up marriage, he left. No warning, no goodbye. Nothing.” You felt your eyes burn with new tears as your mind forced you to relive those memories. “I tried reaching out to him but all I got was blocked and humiliated by his family. I was told that I was and never would be enough for him.”

“I was left devastated. For nights, I cried myself to sleep, wondering what was wrong with me because surely, Hoseok leaving me was all my fault, right? If I wasn’t enough for him, would I ever be enough for anyone? Would anyone ever truly love me for me?” 

You crossed your arms, feeling so small and vulnerable and in an instant, Seokjin pulled you into his embrace once more, resting your head onto his shoulder. A sullen look clouded his features. He couldn’t fathom why anyone would hurt someone as sweet and loving as you like this. He now understood why Namjoon and your other friends were so apprehensive when it came to Hoseok. If comforting you wasn’t his priority, he’d be on his way to teach a certain someone a lesson...

“And now three months later, he decides to waltz back into my life, acting as if nothing happened and claiming he’s in love with me.”

Seokjin fixed his gaze to stare straight ahead instead of down at you and gulped.“Are you--are you still in love with him?”

It scared you how different your answer would’ve been, if he had asked you three months ago. But now, things have changed. You were no longer the same naive y/n or that’s what you liked to believe, even though you knew there was another possibility...

Seokjin didn’t realize how tense his shoulders were until you exhaled a loud breath that almost sounded like a small laugh, breaking the silence with your long awaited answer.

“No.” You shook your head, hastily wiping at the last of your tears. “And I don’t think he truly loves me, either. I’m still just a toy to him, someone he thinks he can play with and dispose of whenever he wants…”

“Sometimes, it seems like I’ll never be worthy of love since I’m not good enough for anyone.” You finished with a shrug of your shoulders as you stared off into space, your lips curved into a deep frown and eyes lacking their usual spark. “I mean, look at us. Our relationship is fake and yet I’m not good enough for you.”

Seokjin’s frown deepened. “Hey, don’t say-”

“Don’t get me wrong.” You interrupted. “I know you chose me for this exact reason and in no way do I blame you. It just hurts to know that even when it’s pretend, I’m not enough.”

“Please, stop saying that. You are enough.” Seokjin corrected and without thinking of the consequences it could pose, he placed a kiss onto your forehead. You didn’t seem to mind it, resting your head against his chest and finding comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. 

Seokjin knew where you were coming from and it hurt him to know that he was hurting you, even if it was unintentional. That was the last thing he wanted to do. God, if only you knew…He pressed his face against your hair, murmuring words that were drowned out by the stuttering of your breath as you slowly came to a calm. 

“You’re enough for me.”

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I apologize for any typos that I might’ve missed. I’ll edit this again tomorrow, just in case!

tag list: @asoftslytherin @tan-dulset @youthandtears @politically-accurate @entitledtolove @gittydakitty @uwuteamleader @missbowkimjinju 

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10 reasons to stan The Rose

 I can’t be the only one that’s been completely obsessed and mesmerized by The Rose since the day they debuted with “Sorry”. Such a strong debut! Since then, I can’t get enough of them and decided to be the one to make content about them since there isn’t much at the moment considering they’ve only debuted in august of this year.

Be prepared to fall in love with those 4 dorks and lovely band, enjoy!

A/N: expect a lot of woosung cause goddamn he keeps posting stories on instagram where he kisses plushies and I die a bit more inside everytime. why u do dis to mi woosung?

Let’s start with some basic info about the band! They’ve debuted on august 3rd under J&Star entertainment as a rock band consisting of 4 members : Woosung, Dojoon, Hajoon and Jaehyeong. Woosung once said that their group name “The Rose” is named this way “to show that there’s music that coexist between the flower and the sharpness of the torns” (How poetic is that, 11/10 would already stan at this point). If you are like me, which is a complet trash about The Rose, well well wel,l you can call yourself Black Rose as it stands for the fandom name!

The Rose Official Accounts : Fan Cafe: TheRose_JNSTAR Twitter: @TheRose_JNSTAR Instagram: therose_jnstar Facebook: @bandtherose YouTube: theroseofficial (Woosung’s personal account is iwoosung where he covers songs)

1- Woosung’s aethetic on instagram

Woosung once said that if his career as a singer had not worked out, he would’ve become a interior designer (Coco’s vlog). And oh god would I let him decorate my house because he is SO TALENTED, he posted some picture of his room on his ig and it’s absolutely gorgeous! While you are going through his instagram wondering how can someone with such a great smile exists on the same planet as you, follow him and show a lot of love! (I’ll take more in depth about instagram on the last reason)

a gif of Woosung’s smile would certainly not hurt anyone right ;)

2- Hajoon’s cute laugh asdfghjkl

I’m a hugeeee sucker for cute laugh because…. Who doesn’t love seeing their faves being all happy and giggly??? 

He has the kind of laugh that makes you laugh as well, like it’s so contagious i’m extremely soft even while thinking about it. I don’t have a video to prove my point but in every vlive you’ll find him laugh for sure with his chubby cheeks i really can’t he’s too cute bye.

cute Hajoon at your service. Be delighted.

3- The habitual roses they bring on every stage

Ok.

OK.

I’ve never seen anything like that and I find it so clever and original! On their wrists or on their mic, they never forget to attach a rose to show their love and respect for their fandom during performences. It’s not much, but this simple and sweet habit can genuinely make a fandom proud and loved. My lovely The Rose, We don’t deserve your love.

They even have their own “colors of roses” for each members. Wousung is a white rose, which signifies purety (I’m sorry I have so much unpure thought about him while he claims to be pure I don’t deserve to stan). Dojoon is red for passion. Hajoon is blue to express miracle and Jaehyeong is pink for romance ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hehehehe yes dear.

We can see the roses I was talking about here!

I CANT CONTAIN MY ATTRACTION TO JAEHYEONG SOMEONE COME COLLECT ME 

4- They can speak english

International fans! You can stan them without hesitating! They talk in english a whole lot on their vlive and such, you won’t miss out on any inside jokes, cute comments or info! How cool is that?! Woosug used to live in the US and Dojoon lived in New-Zealand for 5 years! Jaehyeong is also making a lot of effort by talking in his cute engrish and Hajoon is as well. They even have english name: Woosung is Sammy, Dojoon is Leo, Hajoon is Dylan and Jaehyeong is Jeff.

5- Their friendship with other idols

I was so surprised when I watched a vlive of The Rose and Woosung got a call from Jae of Day6 to ask them to sing their fav Day6 song, but I should’ve known since a lot of idols that lived in the US became friends in Korea. They are close to Day6, KARD and Hajoon is friend with Chahun and Jaehyun from N.Flying (Expect a post about them soon btw). Woosung is also close with Coco from CocoSri, we can often see them together in her vlogs on her YouTube chanel and I low-key ship them hard lol.

Me: *types furiously on keyboard “How to become a dog”*

Coco is extremely pretty I ship a king and a queen

6- Jaehyeong is so fkg beautiful how is it even possible? Scientist can’t tell

Is there a need to add anything more?? I don’t think so

stob it please

bye i died.

7- Jaehyeong ideal type is realistic

I’m kind of fed up with idols always describing their ideal type as a cute and skinny girl with big round eyes and a sweet and calm personality. I know it’s cultural and I shouldn’t judge, I know. But when idols differ from the usual ideal type, it makes me really happy as a women. 

Jae describes his ideal type as someone who stares a lot at him (lol hi) from afar and with a lot of cheek fat! He also wants someone that he can talk freely to about anything and understanding. How chill! I stan and ult the right men. 

Who fits in his ideal type???

8- Dojoon voice in “like we used to”

I get goosepumps EVERY FKG TIME. It’s just… so… wow? I don’t now what to say more? I’m sure people who listened to it can understand. It’s like magic mixed with more magic and really can’t describe it. Make sure to watch the MV and cry like I did.

And he’s cute

Like we used to M/V - The Rose

CUTE

HANDSOME

9- Incredible acting skills lol

I legit broke down crying and my lungs were rolling on the floor when Jaehyeong told us about what happen in an enterview with pops in seoul. Hajoon, Dojoon and Jaehyeong all appeared in a drama called “entertainer”, it was bigs roles, but still it could at least give them some screen time and exposure. WHAT IS FUNNY is that the one and only line of Jae was cut out of the drama and he’s still self-conscious about it. Like in the enterview, the guys made him say his line THAT WAS LIKE 3 WORDS LONG and after he said it, all members were poker faced and Jae said: “Thats why it was cut out lol”.

Go watch the enterview I was rolling on the floor.

The enterview is here.

10- THEY ALL HAVE INSTAGRAM YESSSSS

For your daily dose of cuteness, talent and beauty, go follow them on instagram! 

Woosung: @ iwoosung

Dojoon: @ Parclassic

Hajoon: @ l_hajoon

Jaehyeong: @ qud0011

BONUS - THEY. ARE. ALWAYS. EXPOSING. THEIR. CHEST.

At this rate, their fans will all be DEAD so they better keep their chest covered because my nose is bleeding and I can’t continue like that fuck.

RUDE

RUDE AF

ROOOOOOOOOOOD my chubby boy

BONUS 2 - THIS FUCKING LOOK # Snacks

(You thought it was over right? hell no I have more love to share)

THIS V NECK WITH HIS BLACK HAIR STYLED BACK

CAN YOU SEE WOOSUNG IN THE BACK?? THIS HAIR OH GOD DELIVER ONTO ME THE SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH I CRAVE. AND THIS LEATHER JACKET?????!!!! STOP

This is before… and now the after…

BYE.