#but i will repost the hungry heart one

[hawkeyeslaughter]

happy birthday trapper john i love you trapper john

[chandisappointment]

[azullumi]

WHERE WE LIE ON THE EDGE OF SUMMER !!

premise— you didn’t think that being neighbors and childhood friends with scaramouche would come with many things. for one, you have a sassy loser pathetically in love with you. content tags & warning — pairing: scaramouche (w/ gender-neutral reader) | modern!au, childhood friends, puppy love, scaramouche can’t skip stones, secret pining (for scaramouche), scaramouche words of reassurance and act of service advocate, fluff, word vomit, unspoken confessions | wc: 4.8k ; one-shot

notes from a jellyfish — (repost) first fic for the eat your heart out event!! nearly lost my mind writing this, but enjoy!!

SCARAMOUCHE is a liar. 

No truths spill from his mouth, that much is certain. 

He could never understand how poets write the beauty of a single sway of grass in the wind nor see how artists condense a single moment into a small stroke of a brush and find it breathtaking when it will all be bound to rot, but he tells others that he does anyway because he is a liar.

His words would bloom withered in his mouth, a shameful garden of ache, and the petals would never feel the lingering warmth in his lips.

But he never liked the heat, the suffocating warmth, always preferring the winter cold. But it was summer when he first met you and he remembers your laughter as you threw pebbles across the water, your smile gently shaped by the warm sun.

i. standing in between here and there

“Are you okay?”

There was only a grimace of annoyance on his face when you turned to briefly look at him. 

It was summer once more and Scaramouche dreaded summer more than anyone could, much more so now that he’s spending this hot day with a stranger—a child of his aunt’s friend, who is also their neighbor. The combination of sitting under all this heat and being forced to get along with someone he doesn't know is deadly. He can't even remember what their name was. Perhaps they had uttered it once only for it to be lost among the pebbled path or to be drowned in the river.

He raises his eyebrow at you, “Is it not obvious enough?”

“What’s with this sassy lost child? Jeez.” You mumble more words underneath your breath, something along the lines of him being grumpy. The summer breeze brushes across your skin as you stare at the river, contemplating. Perhaps you were debating if this stone will reach farther than the frog who jumped across just now, or maybe you’re just thinking of the boy—who your mother had asked you to get along with—sitting silently on the grass behind you since earlier.

You throw one stone over the water. It bounces once and twice, the surface responding with small ripples, sliding across before eventually sinking. You do this many times and he watches you every single time, eyes seemingly unable to look away. But curiosity is a hungry monster that consumed him, so he speaks to rid of the itch that claws at his throat:

“What are you doing?”

“Stone skipping,” you paused, witnessing the stone jump only once before reuniting with its old friends at the bottom of the river, “wanna try?” You blink at him, waiting for his answer. There was silence then came a grumble. He stood up from his seat with an expression that makes it seem like you forced him to do so.

You handed the boy a pebble, but he had to stare at it for a few seconds before he took it from your hand. You waited with an expectant gaze, your mind somehow anticipating that he’ll do better than you—Scaramouche looks like he’s good at everything that he does.

Oh, but how your expectations came crumbling down the way your breakfast cookie fell into your glass of milk.

“Go on, throw it.” You had told him and you didn’t know that he was that much of an obedient child because he really did throw it. Just not aimed at the water. He threw it like how one would pass a ball to a friend; his stone didn’t even graze nor come near the surface of the water.

But Scaramouche had the same perseverance of a rock against the wind. He picked up a pebble and threw it once more; this time, it is now aimed at the water but it only went straight ahead, sinking slowly to the bottom.

You don’t think you’re in the right time to say anything, so you just stood still and watched the struggle of a young boy who had a small stone in his hand, with the occasional rustling of leaves as the breeze passes and with the sound of a splash prodding at the silence that envelops you like a familiar companion. You wanted to go and teach him how he’s supposed to do it, that there is a certain angle that he has to reach and he’s not supposed to throw it just as it is, but your mind seems to tell you not to so you didn’t. It’s all quite a spectacular watch, after all, it was as if you were watching your favorite show at 7 PM after waiting hours for it to go on air.

No matter how many times Scaramouche tries to throw and make the pebble bounce across the river, it always just sinks the first time it comes into contact with the surface. He’s silent, but the frustration is evident in the scrunch of his eyebrows and the increasing aggression in his movements.

“Oh, wow, you’re terrible at this.” You were the first to break the silence—your words seem to have stabbed his unyielding spirit as he groaned and just went back to where he was sitting. An act of surrender after struggling for so long.

”You don’t want to try again?”

“Why should I?” The pebble will only sink anyway. What’s the point of doing something when you know you’ll fail in the end?

“Come on, just try it once more.” But you were a stubborn one and Scaramouche doesn’t have much of a choice, not when you’re already right in front of him, taking his hands into yours and pulling for him to stand up. You drag him back to where he was earlier, still holding one of his hands even as you pick up a pebble right at your feet.

“Here, do it like this.” Your hand is warm against his, gentle, in contrast to the crumpled look on his face. You guide him, saying words that he can’t process that much as he’s way too focused trying to fan the flames that danced across his cheeks.

He throws, in the same angle and form that you have guided him into before you had stepped back to watch, holding hope that he’ll succeed this time in the same hand you held him. The stone doesn’t immediately celebrate with his other failed attempts at the bottom as it bounces against the surface. 

You cheered, the sound of laughter slipping out of your lips as it seemed to tickle the insides of your mouth the more you held it in. There’s a certain feeling of warmth that washed over him when the melody rings inside his head. The roughness of the feeling, sharp in its unfamiliar edges, is akin to a huge wave that crashed into his form, but the comfort of it as it submerges him reminds him of the afternoon light shining on the floors of his home.

“It only bounced once.” He says, trying to downplay it all to get rid of the feeling that consumes him.

“But it did. That’s what matters, doesn’t it?” The feeling only seemed to grow stronger as if it’s feeding on your every word, being fuelled by your gaze, by your smile, by the sound of your voice. He tries to drown it all by thinking of other thoughts, diving into a different topic instead, and all the while, copying you as you resume your stone-skipping activities.

“Do you not get bored doing this?”

You hum, contemplating for a few seconds before you answer: “I think everything is a little more fun when you do it during summer,” you beam at him, then return your gaze back to the river before you throw, “Like this, especially when you’re doing it with someone.”

To be honest, he doesn’t even understand what you’re saying. This childlike mindset—although, for one, you and him are just a pair of children, playing beside the river, feeling the heat prickling against your skin. The bugs only grow louder in each second that passes as the afternoon slowly comes to the pass, replaced with the onset of the evening. The sky is painted with various colors mixed together but all in harmony, oranges and reds mixed with something golden, tainted with purples.

And yet, he would always ask himself, what is even nice about summer?

“I don’t know why but maybe I’m just saying that because I like summer,” you say as if you had read his mind, as if you had noticed the lingering question on his face that asks you why. “Do you like summer?”

It takes him a moment to answer, letting the orchestra of the wind against leaves, of the stone splashing against water, of the cicada’s song last longer than his silence. He could have said no, he could have disagreed with you and argued with your answer. He could have said that he despised summer for its heat and bugs. But he didn’t and that was the problem.

“I… like summer.” There are razors in his tongue as he speaks, the utterance of the sentence making him bleed internally as he bites on his words. Perhaps the hesitation in his tone betrays his words or perhaps it was the twitch of his lips paired with the contort of his forehead that made it appear as untruthful as it actually was.

Even so, you were convinced. You gleam at him, eyes bright with excitement: “Really? You don’t seem to be one to like summer.”

“I do, why would you say that?”

You shrug, “You just seem like a winter person to me.”

That wasn’t exactly a lie. In fact, that was the whole truth and the actual lie was him saying that he likes summer. He still doesn’t understand himself for saying such words—maybe it’s the heat getting into his head or maybe it's the sound of your laughter that plays over and over inside his mind.

It feels like having a crush—He slaps himself mentally at the notion.

“We should always spend summer together then.” You’ll say, watching a pebble bounce across until it reaches the other side. A feat you have only achieved twice—the second time being this moment. You silently rejoiced for your success, clenching your hand into a fist.

He responds, “So we could just watch stones bounce on water the whole time?” and this made you chuckle before you refute: “Unless you want to, but there are tons of other things to do during summer.”

This went on and on: you, just listing out whatever activities you could do and saying whatever, and him, who listens to every word you say and would give you short responses. It is not until dusk had ended and the evening came, and now, you’re standing by the doorway, saying your goodbyes to the boy who’s terrible at stone-skipping.

“You don’t even know my name, do you?”

“I do.”

You laugh, “Liar.”

ii. take a step closer, won’t you?

Summer came to visit like an old friend you had known for years.

It’s a fleeting companion, a familiar stranger bound to disappear, gone as the wind carries your scent. The sun kisses your skin very delicately, the grass will hold your being as if you were its own child, and you will miss its embrace the moment it slips out of your hands quietly. But there’s a strange comfort welling up in your heart knowing that you will feel it once more in time and you won’t have to spend a lifetime missing it—or him.

“What are you being so slow for?” The dark-haired man stops from his track and turns to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed into a frown. “The sun will set before we even reach the river.” It’s the mayor of complaintown, throwing his usual complaints at you. You could only roll your eyes before you run to him, catching up to his pace before the two of you resume walking.

Scaramouche, somehow, kept his promise. Although it’s not exactly a promise because the two of you didn’t make any, he did keep his word of spending every summer with you. And right now, you’re in the middle of walking through the forest near your home—an adventure, you may say, despite the fact that you have taken this path multiple times already and you’re just returning to the place where the two of you usually spend your moments under the summer sun.

The gentle murmurs of the rushing water reach your ears, eventually getting louder as the two of you draw close to your destination. Not sooner than later, a familiar scene comes into view: the small river—a stream, to be exact—in all its glory displayed before you, a path of water stretching from here to there across your line of vision, carrying memories of when the two of you played around it.

There’s a small smile embedded on your lips. It’s the thought that it's only the two of you that knows of this place that makes you warm—it’s like a secret place for you and him.

You come close to the body of water, crouching down, staring at your rather unclear image by the water, and making out the contours and edges of your face. You try to reach out to your reflection, disturbing the surface with the tip of your fingertips, and you watch as it ripples underneath your hand. Although you’re way too focused on whatever you are doing that you forgot the existence of the boy who came here with you.

“Are you just planning on staring at the water all day long?” Scaramouche says as he crouches down beside you. He speaks as if he didn’t spend his time staring at you, admiring the way the sun holds you in its embrace, while thinking that he could just look at you for hours without getting bored.

You hum, “I really don’t know what else to do now,” you draw something on the water, the surface coming in creases.

“I thought you said there are a lot of things to do in the summer.”

“Yeah, but we already did nearly all of them.” You grumble, turning to look at him with a troubled expression. Indigo orbs meet yours in a gentle gaze; Scaramouche’s gaze, tender and soft, doesn’t often match the harsh bite of his words. It leaves you wondering, confused, if this is just his way of showing that he cares or if there’s something more. But you don’t like thinking about it—fools base their thoughts on foolish assumptions, and you are no fool.

If only you know what festers underneath his skin. Looking at you like this, honey light against your skin, he thinks you’re beautiful—the word isn’t even enough to capture the essence of your being. The world seemingly held its breath for this moment as everything came to a still except for the wind that brushes against your face. He is foolishly and utterly starstruck by the existence of you, as if you were meant to be in this place, to experience this small, fleeting moments with him, to be bathed under sunlight, to breath in the air of your surrounding, the feel the coldness of water against your feet—to live.

There's you and his mere image being reflected by your eyes, and he tries to see into the waters of your gaze for something that is akin to the just adoration he holds for you, hoping that you hold him under the same light too. He may speak of words that hold no meaning, no truth, but his feelings for you are intense and unwavering that it consumes him. Won’t you pull him a little closer?

You break the stillness, your surroundings seemingly coming back to life with the sound of your voice: “What are you thinking now?”

“Just how stupid you look.” The boy answers. Liar.

You acted as if you were offended by his statement, letting out a gasp and even placing your hand over your chest to show that you were quote on quote, hurt. He only rolls his eyes at your performance.

You jest, “Why are you so grumpy? Do you just hate being with me?”

“Stop assuming things, I didn’t say anything like that.” His attention is now to the river, watching as the stream flows and as the rocks remain unmoving.

You grab this moment to take advantage of his vulnerability and inattention. Snickering, you scoop a handful of water before splashing it to him, drenching him in the process. At the sight, laughter bubbles from your throat—he reminded you of a wet chick.

“So we're playing this game?”

“You started it.” You grin, splashing him once more but this time, he was able to shield himself from your attack.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Cold!” You exclaim as he repays you the favor.

It became a battle between you two. You’ll splash him with a handful and he’ll only retaliate after like two or three of your attacks, and even so, he’ll only fight back with only so little. Nevertheless, water drips from your head, down to your face and he, too, is left there on the side of the river with you, completely drenched and with his clothes sticking to his skin. His gaze is on you and yours are on him, and the two of you break into laughter—you think you’ll remember the sound of yours and his tangled together forever.

For a moment, it felt like the two of you were children once more.

“Ah, now we’re both wet.”

Scaramouche flicks your forehead, earning a groan from you. “And whose fault is that?”

“Yours, duh.” You sneeze as soon as you finish your sentence. Scaramouche doesn’t fail to notice you tremble, hugging your knees close to your chest as if to quell the growing chill. 

He abruptly stands up, and you watch him as heads over to where his bag is. He’s been carrying that since earlier and you’ve been curious as to what it contains—you didn’t get the chance to ask him earlier but now, your question is going to be answered. 

You follow after, standing and peering behind him to see the contents. Your eyes are able to make out a water bottle and some snacks—were those your favorite?—among the pile of things. Albeit you didn’t get to see anymore of it as he turned around and placed something on top of your head, obscuring your vision.

You realized it was a towel when he started to gently rub your hair and the side of your face with it, drying you with the soft fabric.

“I didn’t know you had that much prepared.” You comment, letting him seemingly take care of you. Sometimes, it feels like you’re indebted to him with how much he looks after and cares for you. It feels unfair; you take so much from him and he never takes anything from you. He never lets himself indulge, settling on here and there, but never by you. You wish he would come close, he wishes you’ll hold him closer.

“I think we’re going to get sick after this.” You ask with worry lacing your tone; the water was cold and none of you brought any spare clothes, save for the towel he had prepared. And while he’s the one who got drenched the most, he’s here, focusing on you instead. 

(You’ll always find yourself being bathed underneath all of his attention, whether you notice his gaze or not.)

“You’re the only one getting sick between the both of us.” He answers, draping the towel all over your shoulders before he goes and takes out a smaller towel to dry himself. There’s a small pout on your face when you hear his words—you can’t say anything in retort.

“Are we going home now?”

“If you want to, that is.”

The sun is already setting and darkness is slowly creeping into the day as time passes. Your surroundings are dyed with a warm golden, fading into blue. The animals that dwell in the night are revealing themselves as the ones who thrive during the day are returning to rest. Eventually, you also have to go home too. Exhaustion has seeped into you, settling into your weary bones.

“Can you carry me?”

“What? Can’t you walk on your own?”

“Oh, please, almighty Scaramouche. My legs are hurting and I’m tired.” Your hands are clasped together as you speak, batting your eyelashes at him.

Scaramouche could have complained a little more, dismissed your request, and walked back on his own, but he didn’t. And it’s not like he did not want to, but he just could not. How could he ever deny you? You were all that he could ask for, you were only asking him for one thing. Rejecting you at this moment was just like turning away from you—even though he knows that you’re most likely bluffing and are capable of your own. 

(But, oh, he’s simply nothing without you. After all, you make up half of his soul even if he’s not even a fragment of yours.)

“You’re so troublesome.” You’re his favorite problem anyway.

Dusk is settling in the corners of the forest, and in the midst of the trees and along with the harmony of cicadas, is you and Scaramouche. The dark-haired man carries you on his back while you keep him occupied with your chatter of whatever that comes to your mind.

And just as he notices every small thing about you, you can’t ignore the dark hue his skin is painted in:

“Your ears are red.”

He takes a few seconds, mumbling, “It’s too hot.”

(Maybe it’s summer that is warm, or maybe it’s you.)

The next day, however, Scaramouche got sick and you had to nurse him back to his health—out of worry and guilt. Although you held that fact over your head, treating it as some sort of trophy.

iii. aren’t we already close enough?

Something knocks at Scaramouche’s window.

That’s how most horror movies start, but this is no horror movie, and it doesn’t take much for him to know that it was just his neighbor trying to grab his attention.

Another knock came. He heads towards the noise, pushing the curtains aside, and immediately seeing you across in your own room, standing by your open window. Upon seeing the man, you enthusiastically wave at him.

You mouthed, even doing some hand gestures to throw your message across to him: “Do you wanna watch the stars with me?”

It seems like he didn’t understand what you were trying to say as he only stares at you with a confused expression. You sighed and gestured for him to wait, disappearing from his line of sight for a moment before returning with a pen and paper in your hand; you scribble something on it and he watches you with a curious gaze.

With your words written by ink, a few of it crossed out, it reads: Let’s go stargazing.

He mouths, “Right now?” In which you responded with a nod and a smile. Then you return to your pad in hand, turning to new page before writing:

There’s going to be a meteor shower tonight. Let’s watch it together.

Scaramouche puts down his reply on his paper that he has gotten as you were writing.

Where? 

The forest has a small clearing, it’s perfect for stargazing.

Right, and why are we talking like this?

It’s more fun this way and I don’t want to wake people up.

So, do you wanna go???

Okay. Yeah.

YAY !!! I’ll meet you outside.

But just as you were about to leave, he threw his pen at your window, an attempt to grab your attention although he did end up startling you.

It’s cold.

Wear something warm.

You beam at his display of his concern and give him an ‘Okay’ sign.

A few minutes flies by and you come out, jacket in hand. A certain man, with hair as dark as midnight, greets you. He’s clad in sweatpants and an oversized shirt, layered with a jacket on top—he was dressed comfily, as if he were planning on sleeping prior to this.

“Were you planning on going to sleep?”

“I was, until you called.”

“You could have just turned me down. I don’t mind watching the meteor shower alone.” You feel guilt rising in your chest, looking down at the ground you were rooted on. Thoughts whirl like a hurricane, creating a vortex of doubt that wreaks havoc inside your head. You don’t know what’s wrong with you, feeling all of these all at once over a simple and small thing. You were the one to insist, always the first one to come barging into his door.

But somewhere between your thoughts and his own, between loving you and adoring you, he knows you in ways that no one could. You’re the only one he ever knows.

“You’re not bothering me,” Scaramouche ruffles your head, messing up your hair. He speaks in the same note of his touch, soft and gentle, and it feels foreign and familiar at the same time; you want this, you could get used to this—the small thought that remains inside your mind echoes as he dispels all of your worries with just a few of his words. “Besides, I also wanted to watch the meteor shower.” With you.

“Really?”

“Where’s the stubborn and strong person who’ll drag me out of my room every summer that I know?” He flicks your forehead, making you wince and rub the spot to ease the pain. He adds, a small smile etching into the curves of his lips, “You were the one to say that everything is better when you do it with someone.”

“Well—”

“There’s no need to worry over such useless things,” He heaves out a sigh, “If I hated you, you would have known.”

He doesn’t know what took over him to have his hand seek out your face, caressing your face so tenderly like a lover would. The dance of his fingers left a trail of warmth across your skin, blooming and spreading like fire, and maybe it was your fault or maybe it was his that your face leans closer to his touch as if desiring for more of his softness. He doesn’t fail to notice the look on your face, the fire that festers within you spreading to him.

Scaramouche is mesmerized by the miracle that is you. 

He clears his throat, looking away, afraid that he’s going to be consumed by your light the more he keeps his gaze on you:

“Let’s go before we end up missing it.” His tone falters into something sweet, and his hand, too, falls into something kind—his fingers slipping into your own. You could only nod your head in response, afraid that your words would break in your tongue before you could even speak.

It doesn’t take long to reach the spot you were talking about. But it did feel like time moved slowly with the silence as neither of you let go of each other’s hand; you battled with your reasoning, thinking that it will help you walk better in the dark and not trip over anything even when you’re already familiar with the path. Or maybe it was just too cold, you don’t know; it’s not like you want to let go either.

(And in the same cadence of your thoughts, his soul whispers to you: “I don’t think I want to stop holding your hand.”)

Tonight, the stars are a witness to the wake of something foolishly beautiful. As the streaks of light fill the sky like a stroke of a painter’s brush on an empty canvas, lush grass forms into nothing as it sinks beneath your being, intertwined with his as he clutches your hand tight—the sky holds the stars as the earth bears your weight all the same. When the warm breeze leaves and when life all becomes nothing in the absence of indigo merging into golden, can you stand with him a little closer underneath the fading warm?

“Kuni.” What does his name taste like in your mouth?

“Hm?”

Scaramouche isn’t stupid, but you make him feel stupid, and he loves you stupid, like a loser stumbling over the stars in your eyes. He understands why poets write the mundane and how artists portray a fleeting moment bound to rot by time. It doesn’t take much but he spent a long time seeking comfort in the warmth to know the answer—he knew what it was when he wished you were with him to enjoy the sun.

You reside in the deeper parts of his soul, tangled in the loose threads of his being. Scaramouche prays—even when he doesn’t necessarily believe, but what is a god’s gaze for your love?—to whoever is listening that you’ll stay there forever. Can a human ever stop their heart from wanting? 

“Don’t you want to go home now?” You had asked him; the meteor shower has finished and the clouds are already hiding the vast blanket of stars above you. There’s not much left in this night, just silence and a pair of people who had nothing and everything at the same time, lying on the grass as if they’re the only ones who matter in the world. He has always existed right there beside you and he has belonged to you in ways that you may never know.

“I’m still not sleepy yet.” But his mouth gapes into a yawn and you laugh.

“Liar.”

Call him whatever you want, he just wants to stay with you a little longer.

Scaramouche may be a liar.

But he likes you, that much is certain.

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[luvsupa]

“SUKUNA-SAMA..”

tags: heianera!sukuna, trueform!sukuna x fem!reader, kissing… lots of kissing, smut-ish (?),readers called little one, ermm lmk if I forgot sum

w.c: 800

a/n: reposting my fics on here from (@luvsupas) !!

part one here!

sukuna's voice continues to linger in your mind, his gaze making you feel as if he's watching your every move. what did he see in me? why was i spared?

the walk toward your new estate is a journey through confusion and fear. trailing behind uraume and the guards, you glance around the dimly lit corridor, trying to make contact with the other servants and concubines who are already giving you dirty looks and whispering.

when you finally arrive at your quarters, uraume unlocks the door and motions for you to enter. “uraume," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "why did sukuna spare my life?"

uraume's gaze sharpens, a flash of disappointment in their eyes. “you are to address him with the correct honorific." your heart sinks. how am i already managing to piss them off? "i assume sukuna-sama was intrigued." your mind races with questions, but before you can ask any, uraume and the guards depart, leaving you with no further explanation.

pacing back and forth alone in the dimly lit room, your mind is filled with millions of thoughts, but this time, it's about him.

finally, you've had enough of your mind racing, and you make your way toward the wooden door. carefully opening it, loud creaks echo through the hallway. peeking your head through, you see the corridor is empty, the only sound there is the crackling torches lining the hallway.

as you walk down the hallway, you feel his presence, his eyes boring into the back of your head, causing you to stop in your tracks. taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself to look into sukuna's eyes, but when you turn around, you see nothing but a dark corridor.

eventually, you come to see sukuna’s chamber doors, wide open, almost as if he’s baiting you to enter his domain. building up the courage, you step inside, your footsteps barely heard against the stone floor. familiar torches line the steps to his throne. this time, he’s sitting there—eyes closed? he sleeps here? i expected him to have a larger chamber. just as you think you might be safe to turn back and leave, his voice slices through the stillness,

“did you truly think i wouldn’t notice you, little one?"

your heart sinks, and you slowly turn around to see the king of curses' scarlet eyes gazing down upon you. "i didn’t come here to be unnoticed," you retort, mustering the courage to show him you do not fear him. “why did you spare me?"

sukuna looks at you with amusement. the audacity you have to talk back to him is thrilling. “come here," he purrs.

you obey, walking up the steps while maintaining eye contact, feeling the tension thicken. the air feels electric, charged with an unspoken challenge. suddenly, his two lower arms grab your waist and place you on his thick thighs, closing the distance between you. “you want to know why i spared you?" he hums, tilting his head to look at you more closely. you eagerly nod.

his lips curl into a smile at your eagerness, as his upper arm rises and brushes against your cheek in a gentle yet possessive manner. “your lack of caution fascinates me," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, "it awakens my curiosity."

his hand moves down, tracing the outline of your jaw, as his eyes follow his movement with a dark, hungry intensity. “you fear me," he continues, his fingers now at your throat, your breath hitching at the sensation. “and yet, there is something else, isn’t there? that draws you to me." his words send a rush of heat through you, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, your body betraying your mind. he chuckles softly, his lips dangerously close to yours.

in that moment, the tension between you snaps. his lips crash onto yours, claiming you with a fierce, demanding kiss. his lower hands snake around your waist, grinding up against you, making you moan loudly at the friction that ignites a new level of pleasure.

sukuna growls in response, continuously rutting against you, causing you to whimper from the intense feeling. his kiss becomes even more demanding, drawing another moan from your lips as you feel him harden underneath you. when he finally pulls away, you are left breathing heavily, his scarlet eyes blazing with a passion that makes your knees weak.

“remember this," he says huskily, "you belong to me, body and soul."

with that, he dismisses you, leaving you with your mind filled with thoughts of him. the taste of him lingers on your lips, a reminder of the power he holds over you. as you turn to leave, you can feel his gaze burning into your back, a silent promise that this is far from over.

[tasteleeknow]

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PAIRING: minho + chan x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. f2l. roommates au. threesome/poly. CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. WORD COUNT: 5k

SUMMARY: Your two roommates are your best friends in the world. You’d also love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them. Queue tension and smut with feelings.

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It’s laundry day, a day you’ve put off a little long. You end up grabbing a shirt from Minho’s clean clothing he’d left in the dryer to throw over your head as you wait for your own load to finish. Neither of them were around. You’re leaning over the counter to grab a paper towel when the front door opens. You peak around the corner just as Chris is throwing his shoes aside. Okay, this is fine. The shirt is just long enough to hang over the tops of your thighs, covering the pale blue underwear you’d slept in.

There’s no escape. You’re going to have to face your friend in your underwear. Be casual about it, you tell yourself. It’s not a big deal. You really needed to stop putting off doing laundry. 

You continue with your task, wiping down the kitchen bench as your eggs fry. “Are you hungry?!” you call out. “I’m making breakfast if you want anything.” 

He was always up before you and Minho, spending his early mornings at the gym. 

“I’m starv…ing….” he trails off from behind you. Alright, so he’d noticed the no pants thing. Act casual. 

“Good, I’m making extra. I thought—” 

Then he’s behind you, not quite touching, but hovering so close you're forced to pause your cleaning. He leans over you. “You can wear mine, if you like,” he says, tugging a little at the hem of Minho’s t-shirt. 

Then he’s gone. The shower starts just as the dryer announces your clothes are ready. 

—

You’d hoped your regular nightmares would be left in childhood. But as you’d grown out of your favourite shoes and your allergy to soy, your nightmares had stuck. The first time you’d crept into Minho’s room after a particularly bad one, you’d nudged him awake hesitantly. He’d welcomed you under his covers, unquestioning. They stayed away with him, with Chris too the few times he’d fallen asleep in your bed. It was only when you were alone that your sleep was disturbed. 

Minho is curled up on his side when you crawl under his sheets, shuffling as close to him as possible without touching. He still stirs when you roll over to face the edge of the bed. He would always wake up when you joined him. He connects his front to your back, as always. But then, with a small contented noise from his throat, his hand slips up under the hem of your shirt—his warm palm resting against your stomach. 

This is new. 

“Min?” you whisper. 

When he doesn’t respond, you roll over. His hand slips to rest on your back. You reach up to brush his hair behind his ear, tucking the soft strands away from his eyes. His hair was longer than you’d ever seen it. He hadn’t bothered getting it cut. He hums, almost a purr. He’s awake. “Does it bother you when I sleep here?” you whisper.

His brows pull together slightly and then he tugs you a little closer, pressing you right up against his chest. You have a feeling that’s all the answer you’ll be receiving. 

You watch as he drifts off. It only takes him a few minutes. His features go slack, lips parting slightly as his breathing evens out. You follow him shortly after. 

It’s only a few hours later that you find yourself staring at the ceiling—Minho’s legs tangled with your own. The nightmare that had led you into this room had been particularly bad, startling you awake with a racing heart. You’re usually fine after joining Minho. But not tonight. It’s enough that you find yourself creeping from his bedroom in the early hours of the morning, completely giving up on more sleep. It’s unsurprising when you find Chris awake, lounging on the couch with a book in his hands. He often had a worse time with sleep than you did. 

“Nightmare?” he says as you settle into his side, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“Mm. Nothing new, it was just… more intense.” 

He lifts the woollen blanket off his legs and drapes it over you. “Intense?” he questions. 

“He-It… stood right over me. It usually just gets to my door before I wake up but… it walked right up to my bed and just… stood there. It felt like he was going to lunge at me any second… it was—” you cut yourself off as you bury your face in his shoulder, a shiver running up your spine. 

“You’re alright,” he soothes. “Promise.” 

“I know. I just… I hate sleeping alone.”

Minho chooses that moment to stumble into the room, fluffy socks sliding along the floorboards as he runs his fingers through his hair. He collapses onto the couch beside you seconds later, dropping his head into your lap as he stretches out as much as he can along the cushions.

Chris huffs out a breathy laugh beside you, draping his arm over your shoulder—book forgotten. “Problem solved,” he says. 

“Where’d you go?” Minho mumbles from your lap, eyes closed. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” you answer as you brush his hair from his face, the soft brown strands a pleasant occupation for your hands. 

A bolt of lightning lights up the room, drowning out the soft glow from the lamp Chris had been using to read. “The storm?” Minho questions as you play with his hair, stroking some of the strands around his temples. 

“My dreams,” you correct. 

“You don’t have them with me.” 

“I know… but the one I had earlier just lingered, I guess.” 

All three of you are quiet as rain starts falling, the type of rain that falls heavy with no build up—creating a curtain between you and the world.

“Stop sleeping alone, then,” Minho says. “Just stay with me.” 

You take a moment to process his meaning. Then, “Everynight?” 

“Mm.” 

The corner of your mouth lifts a little. They were so good to you, both of them. “Love you,” you whisper as your fingers brush the shell of his ear. 

He says nothing, his upper lip twitching a little. 

You told them both as often as you could. You loved them more than anyone on earth. They had to know. It had morphed though, the type of love. That was always how you knew you’d end up loving someone. You had to know them so completely that you were safe, comfortable. Love them as friends, then as lovers. 

It was the way Minho would keep one eye on you in public, when he knew you’d get overwhelmed. He always managed to catch onto when you wanted to leave before you’d even had a chance to voice it. He was quiet with his love, softly spoken words of comfort that you’d absorb without moving a muscle. If you moved, he might startle—shrink back into his comfort zone. 

Chris’ attention was a little different. Rambling words, tripping over himself as he told you about his day. A hand on your back as you made your way through the busy weekend market. While Minho kept his eye on you from a distance, Chris was up close��physical contact and direct questioning. 

A clap of thunder rumbles through the sky as Chris detangles himself from you. “Hot chocolate?” he asks. 

“Mm, thank you.” 

“Minho?” he prompts.

The man in question grunts out something that Chris interprets as a yes. “Three hot chocolates,” he says as he disappears into the kitchen, leaving you with a half asleep man in your lap. You continue playing with his hair as the storm intensifies. You’d always liked storms. They formed a protective barrier from the rest of the world. The air was washed clean, the suffocating heat of summer days was quashed, and no one expected anything from you.

You begin tracing over the tiny scars and imperfections that mark Minho’s face, little traces of evidence from his life before you���d met. It was hard to imagine that you’d ever been without him. It was only out of ignorance that you’d endured it. 

“Do you really not mind if I sleep with you?” you ask, hoping he won’t retract his offer. “You won’t get sick of me?” 

His eyes flutter open, long dark lashes visible even in the dim light. “I like it,” he says simply. I love you, you hear. 

—

It’s an easy routine to fall into. Your room becomes a glorified closet as you spend each night in Minho’s instead. He even puts up with your pillow talk, and on nights where he’s particularly energetic, he offers a few thoughtful comments in addition to his hums of acknowledgement. 

The feeling of the mattress dipping as someone sinks into the bed behind you wakes you. It’s the smell of his shampoo that tells you it’s Chris that wraps around you. “You awake?” he whispers. 

“Mm, couldn’t sleep?” 

“Yeah,” he confirms. 

Minho makes a small noise before draping his leg over you, smacking his lips before stilling again. You’re completely enveloped now, two warm bodies sheltering you from the darkness. Chris didn’t join you often. You’d spent a few nights with your back to the dark room wishing he would. Minho’s bed was centred in the room. You preferred having yours pushed against the wall. It felt safer. 

Chris makes a small contended noise as he presses up behind you.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he whispers after a moment, breath ghosting over your neck. “You bent over the counter… your thighs…” It takes you off guard. You know what he’s talking about, despite it being weeks ago that he caught you in Minho’s shirt. You find yourself unable to breathe, heart thumping so loud you're sure he must hear it. “It’s wrong—dirty to think about you that way,” he continues. “I know. I know I shouldn’t.” 

“Why?” 

A pause. “What?” 

“Why is it wrong?” 

He’s quiet. Then, “Because you don’t want it.” 

“How do you know?” 

His hand rests at your hip, a comforting hold. He’s quiet as you reach down to take his hand in yours and guide it up to your lips. You press a kiss to the side of his hand, just below his thumb. A slow kiss, one you hope conveys all the meaning you intend it to. 

When you release him, he doesn’t move. Not apart from brushing his thumb over your lips. He can’t see at all what he’s doing, still behind you in the dark room. He goes by feel, playing with your lower lip until—with a tiny amount of pressure—he pushes inside. Your lips wrap around him, taking his thumb as he presses it to your tongue. 

Then he starts whispering, “I wanted to hold you down, press you into the counter and lift the shirt a little higher.” 

You hum around his thumb, wrapping your own fingers around his wrist to hold him there. You’re not dreaming, you’re sure of it. You’re awake and sandwiched between the two people you love most. It’s surreal. This was always the way it would have gone. Chris was always going to be the one to bring you all together, finally.

He continues, “How would you sound?” His breathing is heavier now. “If I fucked you against it? Would you make pretty little noises? Would you say my name?” His thumb moves in and out a little as you suck at it. “I can’t stop thinking about it. How warm are you… how would you suck me in…” 

Minho makes a small noise and you both still, waiting to see if he’ll wake. 

“Have you ever heard him whine your name?” Chris starts again. His low whispers are a little more hushed now. “He tries not to. He tries so hard. He usually does it in the shower, when he knows you aren’t home.” 

Your grip tightens on his wrist. 

Chris continues, “You know how he is: he’s shy.” Warm lips to your neck, a firm press. “He wants you though.” His nose brushes the skin behind your ear as he nuzzles a little further into you. Then he laughs, quiet and breathy. “He was so casual when he said you should sleep here, like he doesn’t wrap his hand around his cock and imagine he was brave enough to fuck you into the mattress.”

You pull your lips from his thumb, leaving it wet. “Are you—Are you sure?” you whisper, attempting to turn your head to face him. His hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place and preventing you from turning. 

“I’d never lie to you, baby.” His fingers are gentle at your neck, his thumb stroking your skin slowly. “I love you.” It’s surreal hearing those words in such a new context. Whispered into your neck as his wet thumb traces patterns against your throat. “Should we wake him up? We’ll have to be gentle,” he murmurs into your hair. “Don’t want him to startle.” 

“Chris?” It’s almost a whine. 

“Mm?” he hums, hips pressed right up against you now. 

“Love you too.” 

His fingers press slightly into your neck as he adjusts himself behind you. “Mm, I know.” Then his hand drops from your neck, across your hips, to your lower back. He pushes you a little, moving you across the mattress towards Minho. He still has one leg draped over yours. “Make sure he does. I’m not sure if he knows the same way I do.” He nudges you a little more. “Go on.” 

Minho’s lips are parted. You reach to brush his plush upper lip with the tips of your fingers. Then, with far too much gentleness for someone trying to wake a person, you snake your hand around the back of his neck and into his hair. “Min,” you call gently as your fingers caress his scalp. “Minho.” 

You watch his brows furrow as he stirs. Then his eyes flutter open. His lashes were visible even in the dim light. As you watch them flutter you’re reminded of a morning you’d awoken to find him half draped over you, his face buried in your neck. As his eyes had blinked open only minutes later, you’d felt them—his lashes tickling your neck like the fluttering wings of a butterfly. 

“Mm?” he hums now, still blinking himself awake. 

“I love you.” 

He frowns, then grumbles something under his breath before rolling over away from you. You suspect he doesn’t understand how you mean it, that you don’t mean it exactly the way you always do. Another tactic then. 

“Do you think about me in the shower?” 

You feel the bed dip a little, Chris moving behind you. A tiny muffled noise follows. He was laughing into your pillow. 

Minho is still. 

You attempt to repeat yourself, “I said do you—” 

“I heard,” Minho says, still facing away from you. His voice is rough from sleep. “What is he doing here?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” the man in question answers from behind you. “Was kept awake by thoughts of bending our girl over the kitchen counter.” 

Our girl. Our girl. Our—

Minho sits up. So quickly it startles you.

“Are you gonna answer her question?” Chris prods. 

Minho rubs at his eyes as he turns to face you. You sit up, partly just so you can reach up and smooth down a tuft of stubborn hair that sticks out from his temple. He licks his lips. “What’s happening?” he mumbles. 

“I love you,” you repeat. He looks at you now, in that way that clearly betrays the cogs are turning. You press your lips together in poorly suppressed fondness as he processes. 

“You… love me?” he says finally. 

You press a kiss to his cheek in answer, an innocent peck. 

“Answer the question,” Chris says from his reclined position on your pillows, clearly enjoying the show. You don’t turn to him, but you can picture the grin on his face clear as day. 

Minho blinks. You decide to help him a little, “In the shower?” 

His eyes drop, breaking eye contact. 

“I have too,” you offer. “I’ve thought about you.” His eyes are back on yours. You’re half tempted to call a pause so you can flick a light on. The darkness is stealing the depth of his brown eyes from you. “I only ever think about either of you—both of you sometimes. I felt a little guilty… I-I didn’t want you to—”

“Both… of us?” he interrupts. 

You can only nod. What do you say to that? 

Then he’s looking over your shoulder, engaging in a silent exchange with Chris. They did this often. You wonder if they’re able to communicate without words because they were merely remembering conversations they had when you weren’t around. Had they had a conversation about you? About this? 

An arm snakes around your waist. Chris drops a soft kiss to your neck, pressing himself so close behind you you’re practically enveloped by him. Safe. Minho reaches towards you, it’s hesitant and you hold your breath as his fingers brush your cheek. Don’t startle him. 

“Me more though, mm?” he asks with a small tilt of his head and a lopsided smirk. 

Chris rocks you to the side a little as he laughs, detaching Minho’s palm from your cheek. That’s the way he was: Minho. Layers of wit and charm blanketing a soft interior. You don’t give me a chance to retreat any further, falling forward out of Chris’ arms and forcing Minho to catch you in his own. He helps you settle in his lap, lifting you a little as you rearrange your limbs. 

“This doesn’t mean I wanna share with anyone else,” you start as you brush the hair from his face. “Just us, yeah?” 

He nods. His eyes flick over your shoulder and then drop to your lips. “Just us,” he agrees. Then his lips are brushing yours, teasing just like his words so often are. You pull him to you properly by the back of his neck, his grown out hair offering you plenty of leverage to hold him where you need. He lets you take from him, lets you guide him. Teasing… and then giving. That’s the way he was. 

Chris settles himself behind you. He litters your neck with kisses as you squirm a little in Minho’s lap, attempting to have more, more, more. Your arms are practically wrapped around his head as you lift a little on your knees, grasping at his hair until Chris is pulling you off him. You take in the way you’ve left Minho as you’re tugged back against the other man. His hair is a mess, lips wet and slightly parted as he catches his breath. You’re tempted to reach out and grab at him like a baby reaching for candy. 

But then you’re distracted, tipped onto your side and pulled tight against a solid torso. “There’s no rush,” Chris says with a breathy laugh. “He’s not leaving.” You meet Minho’s eyes as Chris returns his thumb to your mouth. “There you go,” he encourages. “Good girl.” 

Your breathing settles back into a normal rhythm. He was right. You’d been frantic, desperate. If you rush it’d be over—the last thing you want. You can’t help rolling your hips a little though, not when Minho is looking at you the way he is, watching as you suckle on Chris’ thumb. They were yours. Take your time. 

You reach for Chris’ wrist, wrapping your fingers around it as Minho lays his head on his pillow. Chris rolls his hips into you as you pull his finger from your mouth, slowly, right to the tip. He presses his finger back in before you have a chance to do it yourself. You tug him free of your lips. “I thought there was no rush?” you whisper.

His lips ghost over your earlobe as he speaks, “Am I being greedy?” 

“You stole her,” Minho answers before you can. 

“I saved you,” Chris argues before pressing his lips behind your ear. “She was devouring you.” 

“Maybe I wanted to be devoured.” 

You reach for Minho’s hand and bring his finger to your lips, pressing a kiss to his fingertip. Chris resumes his grinding as you slip Minho’s finger into your mouth. Devour. It feels like an appropriate description as you lay there sucking on his finger with Chris leaving messy kisses at your neck. “What would you like?” he mutters between kisses. “Tell me what you want.” 

It’s a loaded question. You decide to answer as simply as you can, distracted by the way Minho watches you suck on his finger. He licks his lips as you pull him from your mouth. “Fuck me like this. Just like this. Surrounding me.” 

“Surrounding you?” Chan questions, his hand at your stomach holding you firm against him. 

“Mm. Feels safe.. I-I like being between you.” 

He presses his face into the hair behind your ear. “You’re safe, baby.” His hand slips into the waistband of your shorts. “Always.” 

Minho shuffles a little closer to you, close enough that he can replace his finger with his lips. You go practically limp as they each prepare you—Chris with his fingers playing with your cunt, and Minho with his tongue in your mouth and his hand up your shirt. Surrounded. It’s so easy to lose yourself like this, to roll your hips and grasp at Minho’s hair, to forget about any shame as you let small whimpers escape into his mouth. Chris is playing, it’s the perfect word to describe the way his fingers prod and swipe at your cunt. He must feel how you drip for him, how his fingers slip easily through your folds, but you’re alone with the desperate pulse—the emptiness that begs to be filled with a dull throb. 

Minho makes a small noise as you tug a little too hard at his hair. He squeezes your breast in his hand as punishment, his palm warm and perfectly sized to hold you. “Are you getting desperate again?” Chris mumbles into your neck. “Be gentle with him, baby.” 

You whimper a little, nipping at Minho’s lip in defiance. He pulls back a little and a flood of anxiety floods into your chest at the thought he might be leaving, that you’d pushed it too far. But then he’s shuffling down the bed and lifting your shirt up, tugging the fabric up above your tits. He stays there, his breath warm against your nipples as his fingers trace patterns across your skin. 

“Listen,” Chris whispers. His fingers speed up without warning, strumming at your entrance—too low to brush your clit. His goal is clear when the wet sounds of your slick fill the room, his fingers stopping their rapid strumming to prod at your hole every few seconds. You should be embarrassed, you would be in any other situation. But not here. Not with them. 

You feel Minho’s whispered, “Fuck.” His breath is hot before he latches onto your breast. It’s a wonderful distraction as your shorts and underwear are tugged down your legs and discarded, as Chris aligns himself behind you and slips his cock between your legs. The tip brushes your click as he grinds into you like this. Minho’s head is perfectly placed to entangle your fingers in his hair and hold him to your chest as he continues sucking at you. 

It should be overwhelming. It’s all new and so much, so, so much. But it isn’t. You’re home. You’re surrounded. You’re with them. You practically float as you’re pressed between them, as they consume you. 

You’re grateful Minho insists on sleeping with the air conditioning going, now more than ever. Heat surrounds you. Minho’s hot mouth at your breast. Chris’ cock hot between your legs and his warm chest pressed to your back. Heat. 

“Do you want me now?” Chan says, voice a little strained. His cock nudges your entrance, tip prodding and retreating over and over. “You want me to fuck you into Minho, hm?” 

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes.” 

His teeth graze your skin as he pushes in, the ghost of a bite—followed by a low moan. You cling to Minho as you’re filled, holding him to your chest as his tongue laves at you—devouring.

You squeak as Chris pulls out and fucks back in suddenly, shoving you slightly up the bed. Minho makes a small sound before reattaching himself, determined not to be disturbed. Chris is a little gentler after that, deep and slow rolls of his hips that have you pressing into Minho each time. Eventually he detaches from you and moves up the bed. You expect him to kiss you. Instead he keeps just fair enough away that you can’t lean forward and capture his lips. He watches your face, traces his eyes across your features as Chris fucks you from behind. 

You should feel exposed. But you don’t. You always liked when his eyes were on you. He reaches to lift some hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear as Chris fucks into you. Then he leans in, so close his lips brush yours. Each thrust of Chris’ hips bring you tantalisingly close to joining. Teasing and giving, that was Minho. You wait for him to give. It only takes a minute or so longer. Then he’s pressing right up against you, practically crushing you between their two bodies as he bites into your shoulder. 

You cum with Chris’ fingers on your clit and Minho’s teeth on your neck. 

“Do you want my cum?” Chris groans. “I’ll make you all messy for him. Do you want that? He can fuck it back inside you for me.” 

All you can do is nod, a weak noise accompanying it. Minho’s lips are on yours a second later, wet and messy as you let him take what he needs. He swallows the whimper you release as Chris shoves into you one last time and releases inside you. You’re surrounded by heat, pressed between them tightly. 

Chris grinds into you again for a moment, panting into your neck as you lay full of him. “Love you,” he murmurs finally. 

Minho leaves a peck at the corner of your mouth. “Okay?” he asks. Your fingers massage his scalp a little as you hum in response. 

“Need you though.” 

“Now?” 

“Mm. Now… in the morning… tomorrow night too.” 

He smiles, lopsided and satisfied. “Why?” 

“Love you.” 

He drapes a leg over you as Chris slips from behind you and disappears into the bathroom. “Sorry?” Minho questions with a smirk. “Couldn’t hear you.” 

You tug at his hair. “Don’t be a brat.” 

He rolls you onto your back, pressing you into the mattress. “I do think about you,” he says, voice taking on a softer tone. He switched like that often, letting his walls down without warning. “Not just… not just in the shower. I think about you when I’m at work… when something happens and I’m stressed or—” he pauses, lowering himself onto his elbows. “I think about you a lot.”

“About fucking me?” 

His nose scrunches as he drops his eyes. “Not just that. Just… in lots of ways.”

“I love you too.” 

He drops his face to your neck as Chris reenters the room. You roll Minho back onto his side, allowing Chris to resume his position behind you—how you liked it.

It’s a little slower when Minho presses his body to yours and fills you. Less frenzied than Chris had been. He grinds his cock deep, pressing you into Chris’ chest. You silently curse the years you’d spent in your own bed, all the nights you could have been pressed between them like this. It was only out of ignorance that you’d endured it. If you’d known how it felt to be sandwiched between them, to be full of one’s cum as the other fucks it deep inside—

“How does she feel?” Chris asks as his fingers wrap around your throat, a gentle cradle. 

Minho groans in response, reaching to your hip to give him leverage as he sheathes himself right to the hilt. You forget to breathe as he speaks, “Hot… Hot and dripping, fucking sloppy.” Your breath is forced back into your lungs as he suddenly pulls out and fucks back in. “Listen.” He jostles you into Chris as he speeds up, filling the room with the wet sound of his cock fucking the cum into your already wet cunt. He was shy. He was your shy best friend and he was demonstrating how wet you were to the man pressed to your back. 

You latch onto his neck, forcing him to slow as you press your teeth into his skin. His hips stutter a little before he resumes, a scattered pattern much less controlled than the one he’d started with. You lick at the bite mark when you’re done. “You’re so good,” you whisper. “You’re mine.” 

When he cums it’s with a gasp of your name. You imagine it’s how he sounded in the shower, how he’d sounded all the times he’d thought of you. Had he ever thought of you like that a few hours before you’d crept into his bed to seek comfort. 

Chris reaches over you as Minho catches his breath. “Let me feel,” he whispers before his fingers are on you, playing with your dripping entrance and strumming at your clit until you cum with his hand around your throat.

[katsukistofu]

my caffeine mix-up! pt. ii

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ hawks x fem reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. you accidentally pick up the number two hero’s coffee so picks you up instead. | part i

note: fukuoka is the canon location of hawks hero agency

You stare at the text for what embarrassingly feels like at least the tenth time this hour.

pick you up at 8 ;)

Was sent mere moments ago from the contact Hawks, that had several hearts next to his name that you don’t remember him putting, saved in your phone after he dropped you off at work this morning.

Nearly giving your coworkers who just so happened to be looking out the windows at the time synchronized heart attacks in their cubicles, which would’ve been very hard to explain to your boss.

Who, thank All Might, was not here today.

But the millisecond you walked out of the elevator onto your floor, their nosy natures quickly won over their states of disbelief.

Desperate for the juicy details, nothing could stop them from swarming you like a group of hungry piranhas, and you’re flooded with a sea of questions you’re simply at a loss for how to answer.

“How did you meet him?” “So when’s the wedding?” “Were you rescued in a villain attack that wasn’t on the news yet?” “Oh my god, did you two—?”

“Guys!” You cut them off with a frantic wave of your hands, you did not need to hear the end of that sentence. “We just happened to meet. I, uh.”

Your coworkers look at you with expectant eyes, eagerly waiting to hear your no doubt heart-racing meet-cute story with the hero so popular, that when the paparazzi got a picture of him sipping kombucha tea, the drink went out of stock in stores nationwide faster than you could even say its name.

“I accidentally took his coffee order.”

You cringe a bit as you finish, and you’re met with the most comically shocked faces you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

“You WHAT!?”

“Damn I literally just tweeted ‘my coworker stole Hawks’s coffee’ and it already has a hundred reposts.”

“Oh honey, you’re lucky our boss is out sick today. He’d fire you for that.”

“Yeah, Hawks is his all-time favorite on the charts since All Might.”

You groan. “I know! He was so nice about it too, I still feel bad.”

“You should be.”

All your coworkers simultaneously glare at your company’s front desk receptionist that somehow snuck up to your floor, who for some reason takes that as a signal to continue.

“I could never be illiterate enough to take his order if I was in that coffee shop.”

“No one cares, Janet,” everyone says in deadpanned unison.

Janet huffs and turns to leave, but not before pointedly throwing another withering look at you.

She never did like you ever since you politely corrected her grammar in that passive aggressive email she sent when you were a new hire.

Not illiterate your ass.

Throughout the day, you answer more emails, calls, and print papers in a daze.

When you go to forward an email, all you can think about is how his strong arms felt on your waist. When you go retrieve ink to refill the printer, all you can think about is his gentle yet firm grip that he had on your thighs.

This could not be healthy.

But what if it was? You’ve never been touched so intimately, so softly before, like you were something precious, even in your fleeting experiences with relationships.

No one’s made you feel this safe like he does from just being in their presence.

But you blame that on him being a hero. He was probably trained on how to calm civilians down, especially during rescues.

You don’t really think that applied to people who stole his coffee, but maybe that was just you trying to feel special.

With a shake of your head, you straighten yourself in your chair. You had to get it together.

No more thoughts of Hawks on company time until it’s time to clock out!

But it seems like the winged flirt had other plans.

hawks ♡♡♡ [12:00]

hey

[sent an image]

hawks ♡♡♡ [12:01]

saw a pretty flower on

someone’s roof and it

reminded me of you :)

You freeze when you see the notification pop up, mid-bite through the food that you picked up from your favorite aesthetically pleasing cafe for lunch.

With a mouthful of sandwich, you click on the message to text back, when suddenly the realization hits you.

You had no idea what to wear for the date.

Oh my god, what were you even supposed to wear? Was there some kind of etiquette for this?

I mean, it’s not like he’s taking you to the Hero Gala. It’s just a higher end homey sushi and ramen place, but still.

Pinterest probably didn’t have “cute date outfit ideas for going out with the freaking number two hero” in their search results.

In your mind, you nervously run through different casual but still elegant clothes to wear. Maybe that nice blouse you had been saving, the one with the ruffles on the sleeves? You bite the inside of your cheek. No, maybe your classy sleeveless turtleneck midi dress instead?

Ugh, but you’ve already worn it out too many times last month. Not to mention the current ninety degree weather would cook you alive in that.

You pray that the paparazzi wouldn’t dare to stalk you on your date, but imagine if they did and took a picture of you two?

Caption: Hawks takes girl that never wears anything else out on date.

Even worse, caption: Hawks seen taking girl that can’t dress if her life depended on it out on date.

Nope, not on your watch.

The further you brainstormed, the more each piece of your wardrobe seemed less and less fitting to wear for such an occasion.

An idea pops into your head.

What was Hawks’s favorite color? You could base an outfit off of that instead.

Thinking about it, it was probably red. Hell, if you had pretty crimson wings like him you’d forget every other color in the rainbow.

Should you text him and ask?

After a little mental wrestling yourself, you muster up all the courage you could possibly have on a Monday afternoon.

[12:20]

you

that’s so cute :((((

thank you <3

you

also random but what’s

your favorite color?

hawks ♡♡♡

ooh we playing twenty questions? ;)

you

lol i guess we are ;)

hawks ♡♡♡

hmmm ok then

hawks ♡♡♡

my favorite colors

probablyyy red

you

i knew it

hawks ♡♡♡

oh?

hawks ♡♡♡

been thinking about me

have you, pretty girl?

you

……..maybe

hawks ♡♡♡

you’re so cute when

you get all shy

Your cheeks warm at that, and you physically have to put down your phone for a moment to cool off.

[12:34]

hawks ♡♡♡

my turn

hawks ♡♡♡

whatcha having for lunch?

you

[sent an image]

sandwich :)

hawks ♡♡♡

ooh that looks yummy

you

it is!!!!

you

it’s from the cafe across

the one where i nabbed

your coffee lol

hawks ♡♡♡

ah when fate brought

us together by my overly

sweet latte

hawks ♡♡♡

i’ll make sure to stop by

it after patrol tomorrow :)

you

yay!!! lmk what you think

i want a full review

hawks ♡♡♡

yes ma’am (︶▽︶)7

you

what are you having for lunch?

hawks ♡♡♡

[sent an image]

just chicken lol

Of course he was. It did look good. The fried edges were perfectly crispy, and it was a nice golden brown color and—

hawks ♡♡♡

but i wish it was you instead ;)

you

!!!!!?1!?)$1&1$@-

hawks ♡♡♡

aw, you embarassed right now?

you

YESOHMYHOF???

you

YOU CANR JUST

SAY THAT

hawks ♡♡♡

whyyy nottt

hawks ♡♡♡

it’s true though! :(

you

oh my god i’m going to die

you

and this sandwich is

going to be my last meal

hawks ♡♡♡

noo don’t die

you

i will

hawks ♡♡♡

id miss you :(

you

then know that it

was all YOUR fault.

hawks ♡♡♡

pffft you're so cute

hawks ♡♡♡

wish i could see your

flustered face right now

you

STOP

you

i think i'm going to

have to block you

you

this isn’t good for my heart

hawks ♡♡♡

D:

hawks ♡♡♡

noooooooo!!!!!!

come backkkk!!

You had to bite back a fond giggle, feeling warm all over. How was it fair for him to be this cute over text and in person?

hawks ♡♡♡

okok but before you block me

which i don’t think you will

hawks ♡♡♡

send me your address so

i know where to pick up the

most beautiful girl alive <3

you

oh u smooth ass mf

hawks ♡♡♡

for you? always

you

UGHHH

fine here it is

you

123-4567 fukuoka, tenjin,

chuo ward, 8-91

hawks ♡♡♡

perfect

see you soon birdie ;)

After an eventful day at work, you’re turned around, glancing at your back in the mirror.

Even though the scarlet dress that falls just below your knees hugs your figure in all the right places, you still feel a little self-conscious in it.

You honestly haven’t touched it since you bought it at the mall with a friend, who insisted that red was your color even when you had wrinkled your nose.

But as you admire the smooth, soft fabric of it now, you can’t help but be reminded of a certain someone’s beautiful wings.

You think you were really starting to warm up to the color.

A spritz of your favorite perfume and slight touch up of your makeup later, you hear a knock on the door to your balcony.

That must be him!

You excitedly unlock the sliding glass, and you’re finally greeted with the sight of Hawks’s signature grin that you missed all day.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hi,” you say back, a bit breathlessly.

As if you were the one who flew all across the city just to see him.

He takes the moment to look you up and down, not in a hungry, lustful way like you’re used to when you’re around other men, even when you’re not exposing much skin.

Hawks admires you.

Like you’re a statue of a goddess, made of the most pristine marble. Like you’re a beautiful cherry blossom tree at peak bloom, with the wind serenading your soft pink petals.

Like you’re something so divinely beautiful and enchanting, you deserve to be revered.

“Wow.” Hawks opens his mouth, but no other sound comes out. The bouquet he’s hiding behind his back for you goes limp in his hand.

For a man who never runs out of words to say, he’s been rendered speechless.

There’s a tingle of anxiety at your neck and you’re suddenly a little nervous. “How—How do I look?”

Hawks takes a deep breath, and finally speaks.

“You look absolutely, astoundingly gorgeous.”

Hawks’s lips curve upwards softly when you visibly melt, his touch sweeter than the caramel of his eyes as a hand tips your chin up to meet his warm gaze that the summer heat had nothing on. 

“And that’s the least interesting about you.”

─────────

“This is really good.”

Is what you ultimately decide when you’re on the fourth piece of the unagi roll you ordered.

Hawks grins, you looked cute with your cheeks puffed up like that. “Isn’t it? I knew you’d like it.”

You nod while covering your mouth, chewing slowly to savor the delectable taste of the sushi. “I’m literally going to gatekeep this place so hard.”

“Good.” He reaches across the table for your hand with an amused laugh. “It can just be our little spot, then.”

You softly smile back at him.

“Our little spot.”

At that moment, the waiter comes over with Hawks’s shoyu ramen. “Enjoy!”

“Thanks!” Hawks beams at him, then turns his attention to the bowl in front of him.

Then a slight frown appears on his face.

You tilt your head. “What’s wrong?”

His worried eyes meet yours.

“You sure just sushi is enough? You can always order something else, it’s on me.”

“Oh no it’s okay!” You wave a hand. “I’m not really that hungry—“

“I don’t believe you.” A hint of a teasing smile plays on his lips. “Could hear your tummy growling a bit earlier.”

“You heard that?” You whine. How embarrassing.

“All the more reason to share my ramen with me.”

Your eyes widen. “You want me to?”

“I do.” Hawks stubbornly says, picking up his chopsticks to grab noodles with them. He holds them up to your lips, a growing smirk on his handsome face.

“Say ahhh.”

Throwing a quick glance around the restaurant, your cheeks flame. “Hawks!”

“What?” He’s still wearing that casual, shit-eating grin. “It’s just us and a few other people here, c’mon.”

You huff. “I can feed myself!”

“I know you can, birdie.” Hawks holds your gaze with piercing but warm eyes. “But I want to do it.”

You fiddle with your own chopsticks, looking at anything but his eyes.

“Please? Let me take care of you.”

Finally, you cave at his pleading expression.

“Okay.”

He feeds you, and you’re not still not sure why he’s so happy to do so, but you let him.

The owner of the sushi and ramen place laughs as he looks over at the booth you two had occupied a few hours before closing.

As always, there’s a generously heavy tip left on the table and this time a new, small note.

thank you, boss :> we’ll be back!! - h

─────────

It’s summer, again.

Keigo flies you back home in his arms after his patrol and your nine to five, and as you touch down on your balcony, the sky is starting to turn a brilliant gradient of orange, pink and purple as the sun begins to dip below the horizon.

His eyes are lidded as he pulls you closer to him by the waist on the couch.

“You like when I’m this close to you?”

In the privacy of your apartment with the only sound being the breeze from your air conditioning and the faint chirping of crickets outside, it’s like the both of you are in your own little world.

“Yeah.” You sound muffled while hiding your burning face in his chest. “You still make me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” His low voice is lilting as he tilts his head, and pulls you even closer to him with a firm hand now on the small of your back.

Keigo smirks, drinking up the sound of your little gasp. “I’m gonna take that as a yes, little dove.”

You blink dreamily, disorientated by his warmth seeping through his sleeveless turtleneck and the feeling of his firm chest against yours. He was so cozy. “Dove?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause they symbolize peace, and you’re my safe place.” Keigo’s eyes soften at the way you snuggle into him in response. He was yours too, your comfort person. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Mmm.” You’re resting your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “Tell me again.”

“As many times as you want.” He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You’re perfect.”

You let out a laugh, his breath was tickling your ear. “Kei, why’s your heart beating so fast when you say that?��

“Mm.” He offers you a sly smile, hand tracing circles on the small of your back as you lay on top of him.

“Guess you just do something to me when we’re together, birdie.”

Your eyes start to feel heavy, and you hug him even tighter at that.

“I’m so glad I stole your shitty excuse of a coffee that day.”

And it’s when he laughs from deep within his chest that you know he is too.

— Courtship feeding is believed to function as ceremonial pair bonding. The male bird usually feeds their female mate, and the resulting nutritional boost contributes to more and healthier offspring.

[entirelysein-e]

『 Good little toy 』

☼ synopsis: All he needs from you is to be quiet while he uses you to his hearts content - his favorite cum dump.

☼ wc: 1.6k

☼ cw: fem!reader, sub!reader, reader wearing a collar, oral (reader giving), face/throat fucking, clit and face slapping, cum eating, thigh riding, humiliation, degradation, no prep sex, breeding/creampie, choking.

☼ notes: repost from my Kinktober 2023 | yes another repost of one my fave pieces I wrote 💫

The deal with Toji was simple - he takes his pent up stress and anger out on you and you get the filthiest sex of your life, allowing you to break free from your good girl image you had to uphold in your 9-5 life. Moments with him were a sweet escape from your boring life and allowing you to let go, to give yourself over to him entirely. A small smile formed on your lips when he texted you during a meeting, making it hard to focus for the last few hours, your thighs already rubbing together in anticipation as the words of your boss became background noise, thinking about how he will humiliate you today. The second your meeting was over you clocked out and made your way to the address he sent you, yet another fancy hotel, another big bed you'll wake up alone in, enough cash on the nightstand to pay for breakfast and maybe to treat yourself, that would depend on how well you behave.

Toji gave you a lopsided smirk when you finally came into the door. “Took you long enough, princess” he cooed and his eyes drifted to the little bag that sat on the desk in the corner, catching your attention now as well. “Take a shower and change into it” he ordered, legs sprawled out on the bed as his back rested against the headboard. All you could do is grin and nod, knowing exactly that he bought you yet another set of lingerie that might not make it out alive from this encounter. Grabbing the bag you disappeared into the luxurious bathroom to take a hot shower in the rain shower, LED lights illuminating the dark tiled room in a beautiful purple as you lathered your body up with the lavender soap Toji bought for you. When you finally stepped out of the shower you took care of your skin and got dressed in the black lace lingerie he got you, the fabric barely covering your skin. The leather collar with a small chain caught your eye when it fell out of the bag, heat creeping up your neck when you gently put it on, a chain in the front enabling him to choke you later on and the thought of this alone made your head spin as you stepped out of the bathroom.

Your sweet scent filled the room and Toji already sat at the end of the bed, hungry eyes watching every move. “Crawl to me” he ordered with a dirty grin, loving to see you so submissive when you got onto all fours, crawling towards him as ordered. When you arrived at the bed he carefully reached for the chain at the collar, tugging it so you'd kneel “Remember to use the safeword if it's too much” he reminded you, voice laced with something that could resemble care and the moment you nodded you felt his broad hand connect to your cheek in a harsh slap “use your words, bitch” he hissed which made you smile “yes, Toji” you spoke up confident which earned you a satisfied smile and he released the grip on your collar to free his already aching cock. He’s been desperate for you since he got up, stroking himself through the fabric of his trousers as he waited for you to emerge from the bathroom and the sight of his thick cock, hanging low from the sheer weight it held almost made you drool. “That's right… you know what to do” he hummed and tapped the leaking tip against your soft lips, his hand wrapped loosely around the base.

He didn't need to tell you twice, eagerly parting your lips to let your tongue collect some of his leaking essence before wrapping your sweet lips around his tip, slowly lowering yourself until he hit the back of your throat to which he only gave you a warning glare, expecting you to take his entire length… and you tried, you really did but the last inch or two just wouldn't fit, making him pull you off by your hair, his glare now dangerously dark as he manhandles you onto the bed, your pretty head hanging off the bed. “Open up or do I need to make you?” He growled, ready to force his thick length into your mouth if needed but you willingly opened your mouth already “that's my good slut” he praised and pushed himself into your awaiting mouth with one harsh thrust, heavy balls slapping your face. A loud groan escaped his lips when he saw the outlines of his dick inside of your throat, gently thrusting his hips against your face before picking up the pace and making you gag repeatedly, leaving him chuckling as he enjoyed your discomfort.

One of his broad hands found their way to your dripping wet cunt, the crotchless panties giving him easy access but he didn't give you your release just yet, fucking your throat without mercy as he delivered one sharp hit against your puffy clit, making you squeal around him. “That's it, slut” he groaned, your throat contracting so beautifully around his shaft when you squeal, causing him to give your poor cunt a few more slaps until he came deep inside of your throat, strong arms keeping you in place as he rode his high out, making sure to pull out only once you swallowed everything he so graciously gave to you.

Your face was stained in saliva when he helped you sit up, his lips coming down to the crown of your head for a small kiss, a way to praise you for being so obedient before he sat back down onto the corner of the mattress, patting his thigh gently. “Sit” he ordered you around like a dog and you gladly took a seat, straddling his bare thigh, his pants pooling around his ankles by now. “You were such a good girl to me… now reward yourself. Go on, sweetheart” he mused, watching you struggle to grind your aching folds against his toned thigh, your clit highly sensitive from the slaps. Tojis strong hands helped you move at first before you found your rhythm, helplessly mewling into his neck as your arousal spread over his leg, making it easier for you to hump against it. He enjoyed how you got yourself off so eagerly, chuckling in amusement “look at you… humping me like a little bitch in heat and causing such a mess” he said cold, making you whimper but he was right - you were so desperate for relieve right now you'd to just about anything for him now if it means you'd get your sweet release. The movement of your hips got erratic, your moans now growing in pitch as you panted, amusing him further only to be pushed off right before the knot inside of you snapped. Your face was pushed against his wet thigh, rubbing you over the wet patch of his skin “clean your mess up, bitch” he growled and you hesitated for a moment, your entire body shaking from yet another denied orgasm but your tongue still darted out to taste yourself, licking his thigh clean from the remnants of your arousal before you got pulled around by your collar. “You're so pathetic” he slapped your face once more, the same hand forcing itself between your thighs to make sure you're still wet, his smirk growing when you whimpered from that alone, your folds dripping with your juices. “If you wanna act like a bitch in heat, I should breed you like one, don't you think?” He asked you amused, your brain not even thinking straight anymore when all you wanted was his fat cock buried deep inside of you.

Toji pushed you over the corner of the bed and pushed himself into your neglected cunt without warning or preparation, a silent scream leaving you as the stretch he provided you tossed you head first into an orgasm, crying out his name in ecstasy. “That's my good little slut. Gonna breed you nice and full now” He groaned, hips slamming against you harder with each thrust. Your body jolted each time, only the weight of his body keeping you in place as you helplessly wailed and screamed at the intensity in which the tip of his cock rammed against your cervix and letting you see stars, the knot inside of you tightening once more. Toji pulled on the back of the collar, choking you when he reached his high, his hot cum painting your walls white which pushed you over the edge another time, breathlessly screaming his name like a lewd prayer only for him to pull out the moment he filled you up. A satisfied smirk on his scarred lips as he watched his cum run out of your abused little hole in thick globs, pulling out his phone to take a quick picture. “You're so fucking pathetic” he chuckled, smearing his release over your folds, eliciting whines of overstimulation from you while he pulled his pants up with his free hand, ready to leave you there in the puddle of your combined juices - he was never a man for aftercare after all. All he came for was to use you and you enjoyed every second of it. A lopsided smile on your face when you heard the door shut behind him.

[miupow]

ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ★ ᴄ.ʏᴊ

❝Your blood sucking boyfriend needs you bad, and he doesn't care how late it is.❞

PAIRING: vampire!choi yeonjun x fem!reader RATING: NSFW, MDNI! WARNINGS: smut, established relationship, vampire au, soft dom!yeonjun, soft sex, blood mention/blood sucking, vampire venom mention (kind of works like an aphrodisiac?), breast/nipple play, vaginal fingering, begging, dirty talk, like the smallest hint of anal (f. rec), praise kink, sickly sweet pet names WORDS: 1.3k A/N: this is a repost from my old account! originally written for my halloween event.

TAGLIST: @wintertxt, @boba-beom, @wolfytae-exe, @takemehye, @naomiarai , @mapofthemazeinthemirror , @bunnie-hq , @doumachi, @numxra, @soobinsbuns, @taegimood, @jeniihss, @soobabby, @hhoneylix

You're just on the verge of falling asleep when you feel strong arms wrap tight around your waist, the bed dipping to accommodate your boyfriend sliding into bed behind you. His bare chest presses up snug against your back, skin cold as ice, and you shiver when he leans his head down to press chaste kisses against your shoulder.

“I’m hungry,” Yeonjun whines in your ear, voice breathy and tight— you can feel his sharp canines graze your skin as he talks, his hips bump up against the swell of your ass; you can feel the weight of his cock through your thin nightgown like there was nothing but skin, stiff and twitching… so it was going to be one of those nights. “Need you bad, baby..” 

“But Jjunie, I was sleeping,” You whine back, petulant, trying to ignore the heat collecting in your belly. Your boyfriend always had such terrible timing.

“Mmm, don’t care~” Yeonjun coos, drags his teeth across your shoulder again, this time letting it catch on the strap of your nightgown, drag it down your arm. The side of your gown falls, exposing one of your tits, and Yeonjun is quick to cup it in his palm, pinch your nipple in between his index finger and thumb. “I'm starving, need you now… I can hear your heartbeat, my princess, I know you need me too~~”

He tugs hard on your nipple, makes your breath hitch, hips grind down, heart skip— he heard it, you could tell, with how he chuckles smugly into the crook of your neck.  “Smells so good..” he moans, nose burrowing further, begging for you to bear your neck to him— you do so without a fight, relish in the way he sucks in a breath, inhales your scent deeply. “Always taste so good, too… Please, just a bite…” 

You grit your teeth, prepared for the bite, but it never comes— instead Yeonjun licks a fat stripe up your neck with the flat of his tongue, nasty and lewd and leaving a wet trail that stings in the cool air. He finishes just under your ear, and you can nearly hear his smirk as he ghosts his canines across your skin, pretty pouty lips sucking a dark purple bruise. You gasp, bare more of your neck, twist in Yeonjun's strong embrace; your hips rock harder, faster together, sheer fabric of your nightgown wet with Yeonjun's precum and slowly riding up your thighs from the friction.

“Touch me,” you beg in a whisper, drenched panties sticking to your core. Yeonjun chuckles deep in his chest.

“Let me feed,” he twists your nipple one last time, letting go to trail his hand slow down your stomach to meet the lacy hem of your gown. He always knew exactly what card to play to get you to give in. 

“Fuck, fine, okay, just make it quick--” you plead, mostly for your own sanity— you could feel Yeonjun grin against your neck, hardly giving you any time to prepare before he bore his sharp fangs into you. 

“shit!” you hiss from the pain; no matter how many times you let Yeonjun feed from you, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the sting and the burn from his bites. He's quick to apologize, his fingers finally coming to rest on your covered clit. He rubs a few gentle circles, fast and precise, sending jolts of pleasure through your body, and finally, finally the searing pain of his teeth is drowned out by the euphoria of his venom.  

You feel hot, burning, Yeonjun's cold tongue and breath doing nothing to cool you down— he licks up your blood in fat, broad swipes, wet and messy as he groans in your ear. “So good~” he pants hard, hips bucking, long index finger leaving your clit to trail down your soaked slit. “shit, you’re so wet for me…” 

You're dizzy, lightheaded, foggy brain unable to keep up with all of the pleasure; your hips flutter wildly, legs spread wide to give Yeonjun the most access. “Want you,” you garble, pussy soaked and clenching around nothing.  

Yeonjun momentarily pulls off of your neck, entranced by the way your blood pools around the puncture marks. You immediately whine pathetically for him, squirming, dazed and craving his lips back on your skin. “You want me, baby?” he teases, gentle fingers continuing to stroke your folds. “Want me how?”

His fingertip catches the hem of your panties, and you keen high in your throat— you can hardly speak, let alone string a sentence together, pretty little head empty and full of only Yeonjun… you want to cry out for him, watery, but all you manage is a pathetic, choked “Jjunie, your fingers, want your fingers, please—!” 

Your face burns, but Yeonjun is just as desperate as you are— he tugs your panties down your thighs in one swift motion, leaving them bunched around your knees to stuff your cunt full with two bony fingers— you let out a sob at the intrusion, head lolling back just enough for yeonjun to continue getting his fill. You welcome the feeling of his lips and tongue, shaking and whimpering as he begins to scissor you open to the rhythm of his suckles on your neck. 

“Mmm, ahh— Yeonjun!” you beg, but you’re not sure what for— Yeonjun's fingertips rub your sweet spot with perfect precision, his thumb coming up to rub tight, slick circles on your clit; you spread your legs wider, keen for more; your boyfriend gives it to you with a snicker, slides in a third finger alongside the others. “Please, please—“ 

“Please what?” Yeonjun goads, finishing his work on your neck with a lavish flick of his tongue. His fingers pump your pussy with vigor, nasty wet noises spilling from your  drenched folds— he curses with a moan, grabs again at your tit with his free hand, tweaking and tugging at your sensitive bud. “God, you’re so perfect f’me, perfect girl… feed me so well, so delicious~”

Your bite had stopped bleeding, healed over with a few sweet kitten licks from your lover, but his venom still coursed through your veins, set your skin on fire, belly taught and aching cunt begging for release— you were still under his thrall, perfect little doll for him to play with after he’s gotten his meal. The pace of Yeonjun's fingers were brutal against your sweet spot, palm of his hand sending hot sparks through your clit with every rock of your hips… His leaking, throbbing cock, nestled between your cheeks, fat cockhead sliding thick and heavy against your asshole with every sloppy thrust— Yeonjun kisses your earlobe, bites down gently, whispers so sweet and fond, “C'mon baby, please what? i haven’t gotten you stupid on my fingers now, have i?”

“I’m gonna cum!” you wail in response, pussy fluttering around his digits, clit pulsating, your hips wild caught in between his hand and his hips; Yeonjun coos, twists and bends his fingers just the way you like it, the heat coiled tightly in your belly threatening to snap. “Please, gonna cum, wanna cum, let me cum!”

“Nasty girl, creaming all over my fingers after i suck her dry,” Yeonjun giggles, cock twitching hard against your fluttering asshole. “Go ahead, princess, make a fuckin’ mess.” 

His free hand leaves your sore tit to pinch hard at your clit, long fingers fucking you open and playing with you just so perfect and right— you cum with a sharp cry, stretched out walls spasming, clamping down on yeonjun’s digits, swollen lips fluttering as you completely drench his hands in your release— Yeonjun talks you through it with sickly sweet “good girl”s and “good job”s, sticky fingers working your pretty abused hole despite just how hard you were clamping down, forcing them out— “So tight,” he groans brokenly in your ear, “Gotta fuck you now~” 

“I said be quick—“ you retort, voiced fried, bratty despite letting Yeonjun manhandle you with ease— he towers over you on the bed, hips knocking, fat cock brushing against your folds and making you whimper… Yeonjun grabs your thighs in his hands, folds you in half with dizzying strength and ease; grin wolfish, eyes dark, sharp teeth catching the moonlight— 

“Oh baby, we’re just beginning.” 

[aciddrattboyy]

saying somethin' stupid like 'i love you'

choso confesses his love for you tehe <3

choso x f!reader ☆ smut, a lil fluff in the beginning ☆ wc: 3.8k cw: dirty talk? cunnilingus, oral sex, face fucking, choso first time a/n: this one is still up on my ao3 @ oomfcheese but like i said in my previous post i am gettin rid of the acct which is like the only reason im reposting these specific fics

☆

“i love you,”  the words tumbled out of choso as he walked behind you. having been dwelling on this fact for what felt like forever, he finally couldn’t keep the words to himself any longer. he knew fundamentally, he shouldn’t be able to love. or at least that’s what he thought. he was half a curse after all, was he really capable of such a deep human emotion?

when choso began to tell yuji he could relate to how he felt with you, yuji immediately asked him if he loved you. this confused choso. he knew he loved his brothers but what he felt for you was different. it took a long winded explanation from yuji for choso to understand the different types of love. 

and now here he was, blurting out these words that held such weight in his heart it was becoming unbearable. 

“what?” your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as you turned around to look at him. your heartbeat quickened at what you so desperately hoped you didn’t hear. but when you saw the apologetic look in choso’s eyes, you knew you weren’t imagining things. he stood frozen, hands balled into fists at his sides, looking you directly in the eye with such intensity you’ve never before seen from him.

“i love you,” his tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he spoke, having felt like he’s said something that should’ve never left the confines of his mind. it took you a second to truly register his words, the phrase now running rampant in your head. but when he took a hesitant step forward, you seemed to snap out of it. 

practically jumping in his arms, you begin to sob into his clothes, clinging onto him desperately. your sudden movement had shocked choso for only a second before he was wrapping his arms around you tightly. for the first time since in a couple weeks, you truly felt safe. burying your head in his neck, you felt his breath hitch slightly as he held onto you. 

“i love you choso,” your voice was muffled against his skin, but choso heard you clearly. squeezing his eyes shut tight he tried his hardest to keep his tears at bay. “are you crying…” you could feel his body shaking slightly against yours, small sniffles filling your ears. pulling back slightly to get a good look at his face, you saw tears threatening to spill over his lashes as he shook his head. 

as he wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips. the sound seemed to startle choso, looking up at you quickly. seeing your own smile, made one tug on the corners of his lips. soon enough he was laughing with you, hands holding onto your shoulders before pulling you into another hug. 

“we should get back, yuji’s probably hungry,”choso spoke softly. you hummed softly in response, just now becoming aware of the plastic bags you had in your hands filled with supplies you managed to scavage from nearby gas stations and corner stores. 

“such a good big brother,” you muttered against his shirt, not entirely ready to let go now that you had truly just gotten him. with one final squeeze, you let go of him, opting to hold his hand as the two of you walked back to where you were hiding out. 

“took ya long enough,” yuji shot up from the couch he was sitting on when the two of you walked into the apartment you were now squatting in for the time being. “i see it went well,” he smiled as his eyes darted down to where your two hands were connected. a small blush painted your cheeks as you looked between the brothers.

“you set this up?” now was choso’s turn to be embarrassed, bringing his free hand to his nape as he averted his eyes. 

“i just suggested it- i didn’t know if he’d go through with it,” yuji reassured, quickly grabbing the bags of food from you. 

“that explains why you offered to stay back,” you muttered, letting go of choso’s hand to playfully flick yuji’s head. turning to face choso, you cocked an eyebrow, “you’re not off the hook either,” you teased, flicking the side of his cheek fully knowing that wouldn’t hurt him in the slightest. 

“ i’m sorry,” choso quickly pulled you into another hug, bending down to bury his nose into the crook of your neck. you laughed as you tried squirming out of his embrace, which just ultimately made him hold onto you tighter. “i love you,” your playful squirming stopped when he spoke, now wanting nothing more but to hold him close. 

“i love you too,”

“gross get a room,” choso, not entirely even sure on what yuji meant, simply shook his head, holding you impossibly close to him. lifting a hand, you flipped yuji off, sticking your tongue out at him before resting your head on choso’s shoulder. 

“let’s go sit down my feet hurt,” you try to pull away from choso, desperately wanting to rest your aching bones. but choso had no intention of letting you go. so with a short yelp, you cling onto him as he lifts you off the ground, carrying you to the couch before sitting you down gently next to him. the warmth from being cuddled into his side, along with the nagging exhaustion you’ve been feeling for the past couple weeks had seemed to finally get to you. as you began to drift off to sleep you vaguely caught snippets of choso and yuji’s conversation. 

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“y/n,” the familiar voice woke you up, eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to adjust to the engulfing darkness. you feel choso’s hand squeeze your shoulder gently, his breath fanning over your head. “you should get in bed so you’re more comfortable,” being incredibly tired, and still a little disoriented, you nodded your head, the idea of sleeping in a bed very appealing.

so without any protests, your body followed his as he stood up from the couch, an arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you to the room you and taken claim over when the three of you found this place. 

“ where’s yuji,” you mumbled absentmindedly, as choso helped you get onto the bed. 

“he’s already asleep dont worry,” choso hovered over you awkwardly as he helped you under the sheets. “goodnight y/n,” 

“wait,” you quickly grabbed his hand with yours, looking up at him in the dark room. “please stay,” your voice was barely above a whisper, slightly muffled by the blankets you had covering all the way up to your nose.  choso almost instantly agreed, nodding his head vigorously before rounding the bed and getting in on the other side. there was a small smile on your lips as you watched him get comfortable under the blankets. 

as if you couldn’t help yourself, you immediately brought your hand to rest on his cheek, both of you laying on your sides to face each other. you watched as choso’s eyes fluttered closed at your touch, bringing his hand up to rest on top of yours.  moving closer towards him, you stopped just when you could feel his breath against your lips, your eyes now locked on his as they flew open. 

it seemed that all time had stopped around you. that it was just you two in the whole world and nothing else would ever matter. 

“y/n,” choso’s voice was shaky, his eyes never leaving yours as you slowly moved your head closer. your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips multiple times before you finally closed the distance. you pulled away after only a second, already out of breath as you leaned your forehead against his. choso patiently waited for whatever was next to come, silently wanting to feel your lips on his again. 

with a bit of hesitation, he was the one to press his lips into yours. it was slow, gently, tentative, as if he was scared you’d turn away if he moved wrong. contrary to his fears, you were quick to press your lips against his with more force. sliding your hand from his cheek, to the nape of his neck, you tried to pull him as close to you as possible. 

a small groan left choso’s lips as you pressed your body into him, hand now slowly tugging on his hair. your heart seemed to be beating in your ears as you let your tongue slide over his bottom lip. shakily, he exhaled through his mouth, giving you enough of an open to let your tongue slot between his lips. 

his hand trembled when he grabbed your hip as you subconsciously slotted your leg between his. with an experimental roll of your hips, both of you moaned into the kiss. hips twitching against yours, choso felt like he was going to explode. 

you seemed a lot more knowing with your movements, like you knew exactly what you wanted in that moment and for some reason this thought sent blood straight to his dick. distracted by his own thoughts, choso jerked when he felt your cold hand slide under his shirt.

“everything okay?” you asked as your eyes fluttered open, mouth still moving against his.  choso was quick to nod his head, his hand squeezing your hip with what he hoped felt like reassurance. “if its too much at any point let me know,” he nodded again, his hips bucking into your thigh as you rolled your hips.

the intense kissing kept going, slow rolls of your hips creating little friction keep you satisfied. you could clearly feel choso’s erection poking against your thigh and were now burning with want.

“do you want to go any farther,” you asked shakily as you broke the kiss for the first time in what felt like ages, not that you were one to complain. pulling back enough to see choso’s face, you kept your eyes on him as he spoke.

“yea- yea- i just- i don’t really-...” he huffed, turning over onto his back, eyes shut in frustration. 

“hey,” you quickly propped yourself up on your elbow, leaning over to see his face clearly. “whats the matter,” you whispered, your free hand cupping his jaw and running your thumb in soothing circles on his cheek. 

“i’ve never really… y’k- and i don’t… want.. to mess up,” he let out a sigh, his hands shooting up to run through his hair. he turned his head slightly in your direction, eyes studying you as if he waiting for you to storm out the room. 

“oh choso,” you cooed, swinging your leg over his thighs. “you don’t have to worry about that,” offering a reassuring smile, you pressed a kiss to his mouth. “if you don’t want that though we can stop,” you reminded him quickly, hand falling from his face to rest at your side. 

“no- no i definitely want to,” you giggled at his response, the slight desperation in his voice sending heat straight between your legs. pushing your lips back onto his, you skimmed your hand under his shirt. choso shivered as your fingers skimmed over his nipple, lips crashing against yours to distract him. 

something in choso seemed to change when he felt your wandering hand go down to tease the waistband on his shorts, immediately switching positions so you were below him. not having any complaints, you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him roughly as you spread your legs for him to fill the space. his hands were shaky as he held onto your hips, face now buried in the crook of your neck as he pressed himself against you. 

your pants and moans filled the room as choso continued to rub against you, soft grunts leaving his lips as kissed the area around your neck messily. with a shaky hand, you grabbed one of his, guiding it along your chest and down your abdomen before having him cup you through your shorts. he froze, lifting his head to look at you. even in the dark room you were able to read what he was asking. you nodded to him, your hand pushing it against you with more force. 

he fumbled to get your pants off and you laughed at his clumsiness before he was finally able to situate himself between your legs. leaning back against the headboard you looked down at choso, your breath hitching as you watched him push stray strands of his hair behind his ear. he looked up at you expectantly, waiting for you to tell him exactly what to do and how to do it.

“you can touch me,” your whispers cut through the silence and without another moment, choso’s hands are kneading your inner thighs. a small mewl from you is what told choso he was doing a good job. with a small surge of confidence, he pressed an experimental kiss to your clothed clit. a small groan left his throat when he felt your hand grab onto his hair, keeping him still as you rolled your hips onto his mouth. “shit-” 

the feeling of you using him, keeping him in place to bring you pleasure, made his hips twitch against the mattress and for a split second choso thought he’d cum untouched just because of this. choso let his eyes close, tongue hanging out as you continued to jerk your clothed cunt onto the wet muscle. 

the room was filled with your shallow whines and choso’s muffled groans as you continued to drive your hips against his mouth, head thrown back when you felt the tip of his tongue push against your covered slit. 

“ah- f-fuck choso,” hearing you moan out his name made his whole body shiver, gripping onto your thighs and pulling them over his shoulders as he made the move to pull your panties to the side. he wanted you to feel good. the sudden feeling of his tongue plunge inside your cunt elicited an almost pornographic moan for you. for a split second you were worried about yuji hearing, but the feeling of choso’s nose rubbing against your clit was truly mind breaking. both of your hands were now gripping his hair tightly,  every jerk of your hands in his hair making him groan against you.

you letting out a whimpered warning of your impending orgasm was the only words you were able to say before you were seeing stars in your vision. your body jerked forward, hunching over choso as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. feeling your hole clench around his tongue as you came on his face, all of the praises and curses your were babbling out went straight to his dick. 

choso only pulled back when you began to loosen your grip on his hair, shifting back slightly as you looked at him with wide eyes. he sat back on his heels, licking his lips experimentally as he watched you.

“what’s wrong,” his voice was soft, eyebrows furrowed with concern for your incredulous expression. 

“you lied to me,” you breathed out, a hand on your chest as you tried to steady your heart. 

“what?” the crease between choso’s eyebrows deepened as he tried to figure out what you were talking about.

“there’s no fucking way that was your first time,” you watched as choso’s head slightly cocked to the side.

“but it was,” by choso’s tone you could tell that he was genuinely confused and something about his expression made you feel warm inside. without another word you leaned forward, cupping his face and pressing your lips onto his. you could feel your cum covering his mouth and nose and something about that fact had you clenching around nothing. “did i do something wrong,” he pulled back slightly, looking at you with concern. you quickly shook your head, placing another kiss on his lips.

“you did everything right,”you muttered against his lips before prodding your tongue between them. choso hummed softly, holding onto your sides tightly as he let your tongue explore his mouth. slowly, you ran your hand down his shirt, stopping just above the waistband of his shorts. “can i help with this,” your voice was a whisper as you ran your fingers over his now very obvious erection. the wet patch in his shorts made you wonder for a brief second if he had cum untouched. choso was quick to nod his head, drawing back slightly to take in your face again. 

“h-how are you gonna help,” his voice was shaky as he tried to keep his hips from bucking into your hand. 

“any way you want,” you were now palming choso through the cloth of his shorts, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you committed the way his face twisted in pleasure to memory. “i could use my hand,” you spoke slowly, keeping your eyes on him. “my mouth, you could fuck me choso,” choso tried to keep his eyes open as you touched him, mouth open slightly as he tried to stay quiet. 

“your mouth- please… i might… y’know too fast if we do.. that,” you smiled lovingly at choso, placing reassuring kisses all over his temple and exposed neck. seeing him so embarrassed was a stark contrast to his usually stoic persona.

“whatever you want cho’ ,” you tugged on the hem of his shirt, silently asking him to take it off. once he got the hint, he was quick to shrug it off, throwing it who knows where before smashing his lips back onto yours. 

you were quick to switch positions with him, pushing his back against the headboard as you trailed messy kisses all over his exposed torso. once you made it to his stomach you placed a small kiss just below his belly button before looking up at him. watching choso’s face intently, you slowly pulled down his shorts and underwear. 

“a-ah shit y/n,”  his whole body seemed to jerk forward as soon as your lips met his tip, now leaking with precum. you let your eyes fall closed as you stick out your tongue, licking a stripe from the base to tip. the room began to fill with the faint sounds of your gagging as you continued to push your throat to take more of him. 

with a quick glance up at choso, you immediately caught the way his hands were fiercely clinging onto the sheets. keeping your eyes on his, you snaked one of your of your hands under his thighs to take his hand into yours. he wasted no time, slotting his fingers in between yours and gripping tightly. his hips involuntarily bucked up into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly before pulling. 

“sorry- shit im sorry,” choso quickly apologized, shifting from where he sat, not knowing exactly how to help. he only relaxed when he saw you shake your head, a small smile on your face.

“you don’t have to apologize,” you gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze before leaning back down. while taking his dick back in your hand, you had an idea. grabbing one of his hands, you placed it on top of your head. “use me,” looking up at choso through your eyelashes you could see his eyes widen at your implications.

“i-i dont know… what if i hurt you,” his voice trailed off as he looked at you. the way you were looking up at him having him using excessive restraint to keep himself from bucking up into you.

“i’ll tap your thigh three times if i need a break,” you demonstrated, keeping your eyes on him to let him know you were serious. “but we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with,” quick to remind him, you watched his facial features for any changes. with an uneven exhale, choso nodded his head. 

you smiled as you felt his fingers tighten in your hair, holding you in place as his other hand once again searched for yours.  with one hand in your hair and the other other holding yours, he experimentally jerked his hips forward into your open mouth. 

“oh fuck-  sh-shit,” feeling your warm mouth take him in had his vision blurry. you gagged lightly as choso slowly worked your mouth on him. with a squeeze of his hips, you were silently letting him know he could go faster. choso was quick to act once he got the green light, hips bucking into your mouth at a speed you weren’t expecting. “ ‘m sorry y/n- fuck- i love you- f-feels so good your mouth feels so good,” your eyes widened at his sudden vocalness, thighs clenching together at his words. you hummed around his dick which had him jerking forward. “ a-ah do that again, fuck do that again,” you did as he asked, moaning around his dick as he continued to fuck into you.  

looking up at him you could see that his head was thrown back against the headboard, chest heaving with his eyes screwed shut. you let your eyes fall closed as he used you, feeling tears pool at your lashes and the mixture of spit an precum dripping out your mouth. it was messy and it was loud. choso having seemingly lost any to all restraint for how loud he was, was chanting your name along with i love you’s and curses. 

“ ‘m close y/n- so close,” his words weren’t the only indicator, hips hips moving at a sporadic pace also letting you know he was close. “w-where- oh shit,” before he could finish asking where he should cum, you pushed your head farther onto his dick, hollowing your cheeks as choso came with a long groan. 

you made a point to swallow it all, licking up any that was spilling down his now softening dick. he twitched as you kept licking up his cum, trying to jerk away. only then did you let off, a smile on your face as you looked at him. you crawled over his leg, curling up into his side.

“did you enjoy yourself,” you looked up at him with a playful smile, the darkness of the room almost concealing his blush. choso was quick to nod his head, eyes averting yours out of embarrassment. 

“felt really good,” he murmured into your hair as he kissed your head. you sighed in content, burying yourself closer into his side. “i love you,” he spoke quietly, making you giggle because of the stark contrast with his moaning just moments ago.

“i love you too choso,” you quickly sat up to kiss his cheek, smiling softly at him as you played with his hair. 

the next moments were a bit of a blur, but you found yourself laying down with choso, his chest pressed firmly against your back and his arms wrapped protectively around you. you shivered when you felt his slowing breath hit your neck. a smile crept on your face as you basked in his warmth. for the first time in a while you’d feel safe while sleeping.

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very much appreciated <3

[aislebewithshu]

love kitty

x gender neutral reader.

wc: 486

cw: yandere x yandere, stockholm syndrome, obsession, codependency themes, references of being caged, directly based on love cat and love kitty

author notes: hii i love biz's songs too much.. lowkey proud of my loveit? prompt so i made a love kitty one :3 happy reading ! not beta read, scroll if uncomfy <3

“i’m so happy to see you come home, your highness! welcome back, dear [name]~”

your beloved love cat who is always eager to wait for you to come home to your shared abode- offers you your ‘meow’ in exchange for the love he oh so craves from you. after all, this codependency you share, it's inescapable.

he was a bad, naughty kitty at first, seeking affection from others when you're right there for him! at least, he has learned his lesson right? he is now collared to you, anyway. sure he was a bit... confused at your actions at first? terrified? no one knows. he's a dear, fickle cat that doesn't know the true meaning of love, but that's alright, you're here to teach him.

“running off's fine, but back home's so scary”

he would avoid the moments that you give him your twisted love at first. it was suffocating, intoxicating. as if you both are playing a staring contest, so manic that both of you would lose to each other in this game of lamenting captivity.

third time’s the charm, that’s what they say. it’s like he is now hypnotized by you, you’re invading his mind and heart in no time! why won’t you go away? is it because he was trying to spend time with someone else? he knows you would not let him, crazed feline eyes with irises having a slit. putting a collar on him, you have branded him as yours.

he would try to fight you back at first, but he becomes more domesticated, as time goes on. he’s slowly falling for it all, consuming sin and punishment, whispering love to each other.

“even if you turn away, it's still alright. you are my very own "love cat", that's that.”

he has learned to love you unconditionally. your very own love cat, who is encaged with you for eternity.

"please love me, hey."

"i'm scared, can't step out of the cage anymore."

maybe he would also leave a mark on you as you left yours on his! let him have a bite, maybe? he's willing to bare his fangs. the more this goes on, the more twisted this love gets, and you are both hungry for it. he was insatiable when it comes to your affection, like a cat that is needy of its owner’s attention.

he cannot stand to live without you- he needs you too much to the point that his life now depends on you. like a clumsy love cat, he wants you so much, too much that it's getting ridiculous. you haven't seen any other guys worthy of being your 'pet cat', right? good, he gladly plays that role for you without hesitation, anyway. because if so, he won't hesitate to draw his claws out to eliminate them.

after all, both of you are in too deep in to the pit of hell that is called love.

enstars - kagehira mika, sakasaki natsume, sakuma ritsu, hakaze kaoru

twst - azul ashengrotto, idia shroud (? idk he has the vibes)

bllk - alexis ness, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser (HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE)

+ your faves.

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[scar-lie]

Threesome Pt. 2 {Natasha & Maria}

Summary : Natasha is making sure she fulfill her lovely baby's wish

Pairing : Natasha x Maria x Fem!Reader

Warning : P and V, Nat has penis, creampie, talk of babies, oral (reader), use of toys

Word count : 1,663

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Cherrylemontober

Standing in front of the mirror in the bedroom, picturing yourself with a baby bump, turning left and right, hands on your belly—you don’t know, but these past few weeks you’ve been thinking of babies, you looking pregnant and glowing, and the babies and cute baby things on your FYP are not helping at all; it only adds to your already obsessive baby fever.

“Hon? "Nat interrupted you in your moment when she saw you looking at the mirror with your hand on your belly for a hundred times already.

“You ok? ”You didn't turn around nor move an inch from where you are; you just looked up at her for a second, then back down on your belly while humming.

“Yeah,” you softly said. Nat being the sweet and caring wife she is, she walked forward, standing behind you, and wrapped her arms around you from behind, resting her hand on top of yours.

“You've been doing this for the last few weeks now... What's on your mind hmm?"She whispers, resting her chin on your shoulder after she kisses it and looks at your eyes on the reflection.

“I-I...I want a baby...I've been picturing myself with a baby bump, carrying your child for some time now.” Natasha caught surprise for a moment but recovered immediately, smiling and wrapping her arms around your tighter with your hands linked to hers.

“What do you think? "You ask, nervous of her answer, thinking maybe... just maybe she doesn't want it or is not ready yet.

“I think you will look perfect being pregnant.” Natasha starts to kiss your shoulder up to your neck and under your ear, whispering to you that gives you goosebumps.

“Your belly swelling with my babies, your tits full of milk, and your puffy pussy who will be hungry for my cock... Yeah, definitely perfect.” This makes you gasp for air, looking at her reflection with lust in your eyes, legs starting to rub together.

“You like the thought of that? "She whispered, biting your earlobe, and you nodded, making her chuckle and start to kiss your neck and jaw that turn into sucking, making you moan, holding her arm that's still wrapped around your midbody.

“Me filling you up with my cum...pumping you full...and maybe...maybe I’ll just stay inside of you, making you cockwarm my cock day and night, making sure I’ll knock you up..mhh? You want that, don't you? "You clench around nothing, and your knees get weak, tilting your head to the side so she has more access to your neck while moaning a mess at the thought she's putting on your head.

“Yes…yes please... want that, Daddy,” you moan, rubbing your butt against her harneding cock.

“Please fuck me,” you whine, turning around and kissing her. She squeezes your hip, pulling you closer and kissing you hard.

"Oh, getting started without me, huh? "Maria smirked when she opened the door and saw you two eating each other's faces.

You quickly push Natasha a little, getting embarrassed and turning around so Maria wouldn't see your flushed face.

"Ow, our soon-to-be mommy is getting shy.” Natasha teases and makes you turn around, going behind you and resting her hand in your stomach.

Maria smirks at you; seeing you all shy and embarrassed makes her heart flutter. You three have been talking about having a baby for the past few weeks now.

Maria's comments were casual; she said she's in, but she doesn't want to carry one ever. She sure wants to have her own baby, but the thought of the long, painful, and sleepless night for being pregnant wasn't her ideal 9 months.

You, on the other hand, are excited and happy to carry as much as Natasha wants to put in you; this is your dream to have a baby of your own who will grow inside you. Plus, you've been obsessing over anything related to babies; Maria and Natasha can tell too.

And Natasha is more happy to fill you up with her babies, but as much as Natasha wants to just impregnate you one after another, she knows that's not ideal for a family, and two to four is more than enough for her.

“How cute! "Maria walks forward and kisses your cheek, then proceeds to whisper to your ear.

"Well, why not start the baby making? I’m sure Natasha will impregnate you in no time, mhh,” Natasha smirked, and she couldn't help but squeeze your hip and pull it on her aching bulge.

"Oh, I will definitely fill you up as much as possible every fucking day,” you gasp, then bite down on your lower lip, squirming a little because you're feeling you're getting sticky.

"Pl-please,” you whisper, clenching around nothing and pressing yourself back to Natasha.

"Oww, she's getting needy, Nat. I bet she's soaking wet,” you whine while the two chuckle and Maria start to kiss your neck while Nat roams her hand around you, making you moan.

"Well, there's only one way to find out,” Nat whispers to you and kneels behind you while hooking her fingers in your shorts and pants, then pulls it down around your ankle.

“Mhh mmm,” Nat hum when she spread your butt cheeks apart, seeing your butthole and glistening pussy, making her thirsty.

“Well? "Maria, go around and join Nat, looking at your private area, making you shy and embarrassed, but never dared to move away or hide. 

"Tasty,” they both mumble, standing up but not before having a lick to taste you, which makes them hum in satisfaction when they taste their favorite meal.

"Perfect,” Nat whispers to you, then pulls up your shirt and guides you to the bed with Maria.

“Please... Please, Daddy,” you whine, backing up to position yourself in the middle. 

“Already begging,” Maria sat besides you, lapping your upper body while Natasha took off every piece of clothing she had on and got in the bed. 

"Well, she's a good girl, isn't she? "You nodded. Maria quickly pulled you down a bit and started kissing you.

"Pl, please...bred me,” you whine, squirming and rubbing your thighs together to create a friction that quickly snatched away when Natasha parted your legs to see your glistening pussy, ready to be taken. 

“What a glorious sight,” Natasha chuckles and quickly dives down to lap up every juice that's spilling out, licking and eating you out to get out the juice she oh-so-loves drinking straight from the source.

"Mhh, please, Daddy, put a baby in.” Natasha hums at the taste and deliciously lapping every juice while Maria keeps stimulating your breast and creating hickeys.

“You sound beautiful,” Maria whispers, and you whine, bucking your hips to Natasha's face while tugging on her hair.

“God, I’m so hard for you,” Natasha groans, then sits up and positions herself between the two your thighs while stroking her cock.

“Put on some good show for me, will you?"Maria smirked at Natasha, and she quickly got the vibrating dildo on your drawer and positioned herself besides you two while having a better view of Natasha entering you.

"Oh, I will,” Natasha smirked down at you while rubbing her cock on your folds.

"Please,” you whine, bucking your hips up and down in hope to make her enter you, and this makes the two women chuckle.

“Very impatient,” Maria said, turning on the vibrating dillo.

“Don't worry, my darling, the wait is ending,” then Natasha thrust her dick forward, making sure you take every single inch from tip to base in one thrust. Her hands are locked on your hip to pull you back and position your hip up.

You throw your head back and have a tight grip on the sheet, and her wrist, mouth wide, and eyes roll back at the back while Natasha keeps pounding you, never giving you time to adjust or get used to the feeling.

“God, I love this pussy; it’s perfect; it's taking me to the hilt fuck,” Natasha groans, then reaches out to Maria and pulls her in for a messy kiss.

You whine seeing how beautiful they are when kissing; you bite your lower lips and reach out to the dildo and start to push it in and slowly fucking her with it.

“Fuck, baby,” Maria moans. She has a tight grip on your wrist, but you didn't stop. You lazily fuck her with it while Natasha keeps pounding you.

Her cock reaches a new spot; she's now abusing your cervix like her cock wants to enter it; her tip keeps slamming your cervix, making you a moaning mess; and your rhyme of fucking Maria is already long gone; you're just laying there, taking everything Natahsa gives you.

“Gonna….mhhh gonna cum Daddy,” you moan, trashing all over your spot, wanting to get away from Natasha because it's getting all too much.

“Go on, baby cum,” Natasha groans and settles to a slow but hard thrust; she is also near her orgasm.

With a few hard thrusts, you both cum, your shirting squirting all over Natasha and her painting your wall white. She leans in and starts to kiss you.

"Mhhh,” Maria moans, nearing her orgasm too, so Natasha reaches out and takes out the toy and replaces it with her hand.

“Go on, cum baby,” Natasha whispered and started to finger her, her palm bumping on her bundle of joy while her three fingers were curling inside her, making sure to hit her spot.

“Shit, gonna cum...fuck,” Maria moans and cums, her body shaking and gripping her fingers tight.

“Good girl, good girl,” Natasha praised with the two of you, and Maria lay down beside you.

“My two beautiful ladies,” Natasha said, lying down beside you, not wanting to pull out of you because she wants to keep her cum in, making it stick.

“Rest dear, I’ll clean you up later,” Natasha whispers, taking a plug, then plug you up, making sure not a single drop will go to waste.

[thewritergx]

Truth or Dare Part 2: JJ MaybankxF!Reader

Part 1

Warnings: Pure Smut, Part 1 has the storyline. Pet names, PinV. Oral (M and F receiving), fingering, spanking, doggy style.

Word Count: 2.5K

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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By the time we decided to leave the hot tub, my eyes were falling and I was ready to put dry clothes on. JJ helped me out of the tub, offering a hand and wrapping a towel around me. I shivered from the cold air and hurried inside to change. Part of that was to avoid JJ all together. 

I grabbed the first clothes out of the bin I could find. A random shirt and black short brief underwear that left a bit of my cheeks out. Pretty much what I wore to bed every night. I removed the bathing suit, placing it on a towel rack to dry before thoroughly drying my entire body. I smelled a bit like chlorine and my hair was slightly wet near the ends. I left the bathroom feeling refreshed and warm, the house definitely helping warm my skin back up. 

“Nice shirt” JJ mumbled as I walked into the living room. He was setting up the TV, putting on an old episode of Rick and Morty. Classic stoner. 

I looked down. It was a plain black shirt with a shark in the left corner. “Oh, shit. Sorry I didn't realize I grabbed one of yours, must have accidentally mixed it with my laundry.” 

“Nah, it's all good. You look good.” JJ had changed into a loose fitting pair of athletic shorts, his tighs a bit revealed. 

“Thanks”, I mumbled, my face hot. I wondered if I should say something about the game. He seemed a bit annoyed. JJ didn't turn to look at me and instead continued to lay out blankets and pillows on the blow up mattress. 

The air in the room was thick and still. I swallowed a bit of salvia out of nervousness. “Listen, I'm sorry if the whole truth or dare thing was weird.” I spoke quietly. “You seemed a bit uncomfortable, kinda mad.” 

“I wasn't mad. Just… Whose the guy?” JJ finally looked up, meeting my eyes and walking a bit closer.

“Guy? What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“The guy you said you have a crush. The one Sarah asked about. I know ‘em?” JJ’s tone was impatient. A bit rough. 

“I-I,” I attempted to speak but my words weren't coming out very smoothly. “Well, I guess you do kinda.” 

“Kinda? Someone you know from school?” He had a straight face. I couldn’t really tell what he was thinking.

“No,” I laughed. “Do I really have to say it, J?”

“Say what?” He shot back. He ran his hand through his hair, sending his blonde strands messily backward. 

“J.. There is no ‘guy’. There's just…you”. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might actually stop. 

“Oh, thank god”, JJ breathed out, taking a few steps closer until he was crashing his body into mine, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me into a gentle kiss. He tasted like mint and a hit of beer from earlier. I felt my skin light up with every touch, electricity circulating through my body. He pulled me in closer, the kiss growing messy and deep. His tongue danced around with mine softly, our spit mixing. 

JJ pulled away with a low groan. “Sorry I just, you were drivin’ me crazy today. I’ve been thinkin’ about doin’ that since we woke up this morning”. He smiled a bit, looking down at me. 

I was surprised to say the lease. “What do you mean?” I questioned him but stayed close. 

“Just…God. Your outfit earlier, the way you ate that popsicle. Could only imagine those lips on me. And that bathing suit. Thought it was gonna be the death of me.” JJ pulled me into another kiss. This time less heat but more care and passion. “Think about you all the time, ya know” His voice was like a whisper now, The dark broodiness almost completely gone. Instead, he sounded…hungry now. I moaned at his words, gently running my finger through his hair as he kissed me. My body was a ball of nervousness. 

JJ kept his hands on my waist, walking me backwards and laying me gently on the air mattress. “God, when you were sittin’ on my lap the only thing I could think about was gettin’ you in here. Showin’ you how much I craved you,” He hovered over me now, his lips close as he spoke. His breath was hot against my face. “Gonna let me do that, sweetheart? Let me show you how much you deserve?” He ran his hands down my body, slowly creeping them under my shirt. He stopped just under my breast waiting for a response. 

It was risky doing this in the living room. We both knew John or Sarah could walk out at any minute. For some reason, I was fine with risking it. We all walk in on each other at some point. 

I stayed quiet, my words completely escaping me. I did the only thing my body would let me and pulled him into another kiss. We stayed like this until I was a whining mess under him, grinding my hips under him to have any sort of friction I could find. 

“J’ please. I-I need you. Wanna feel you.” I couldn't stand to wait anymore. I needed his hands against me, needed to feel every inch of him. 

JJ tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head. He massaged my breasts lightly, pitching and tugging at each nipple. I could feel how hard he was as he bent down and sucked a nipple between his teeth. I let out a moan, running my fingers down his shoulders and arms. 

“Shh, sweetheart. Not too loud. This is still John’s house,” JJ chucked in-between each breath as he devoured my tits. JJ flicked his tongue around them, drawing circles while he massaged the other. “Skin so smooth,” he moaned.

My brain melted under him, making me fall deeper and deeper into his touch. I let out a whimper at his words, my body aching for more and more. I know I may have looked desperate but I could tell by the look on JJ’s face he felt the same need I did. 

I dragged my hands between us, finding the bulge outside his shorts. I always wondered how big he was. I heard some girls laughing about how she could take barley take at once. I swallowed, confirming with my hand that he was probably bigger than anyone I've ever been with before. Not that it was many, I'd only been with 3 people. I knew that was much less than JJ. 

“Fuck, you sure you wanna do that?” JJ brushed against my neck. 

I chuckled a bit. “Can I… See it?” I asked, my voice as innocent as I could make it. I knew that drove JJ crazy as he began attacking my lips again. 

“Yeah, s-sure.” He slightly winned, sitting up on his knees. I pulled at the hem of his shorts, lowering the fabric just enough that his cock bounced free. It hit his stomach and made a light thud sound. Shit, he was big. 

The tip of his dick glistened, pre cum gathered at the top. It was beautiful. I licked my lips. I crawled out from under him, positioning myself in a doggy style esc pose. I brought my face close to his cock, and placed a light kiss on the tip. It was soft against me, the light pink color angry and hot. JJ let out soft moans as I kitten licked the tip. I wanted to tease him, work him up even more. 

“Sweetheart, don’t do me like this. Please,” His voice was needy. I felt him grab a fist full of my hair, pulling it away from my face. I decided to be merciful and wrapped my lips around the soft skin. I sucked a bit, running my tongue up and down the slit of his head. He tasted like salt and chlorine. 

“Shit, y/n. Gonna have to find whoever taught you this, thank ‘em.” HE moaned, throwing his back and closing his eyes. I dragged my mouth down deeper, taking him about half way and opening my mouth as much as my jaw would let me. He was so big I was pretty much deep throating him already. The grip he held in my hair tightened and he bucked his hips a bit, causing me to gag on him as he hit the back of my throat. It sent tears in my eyes, and made my mouth a watering mess. 

I pulled my mouth off him, spitting down his length. I used a free hand, twisting soft pumps up and down as I reattached my mouth. After a few minutes JJ was moaning my name, his legs shaky. 

“God, if you don't stop, I'm cummin right now.” JJ pulled me off him quickly. “Turn around, let me see that ass.” He demanded. I did as I was told, silently sitting on all fours and arching my ass in the air. 

JJ worked quick to pull off my panties and ditch his shorts. He gripped my ass, holding a fist full of my cheeks and bouncing them. I felt my pussy dripping, waiting for him to do anything he wanted. 

“God, so fuckin’ perfect.” He mumbled as he placed soft kisses on my back. He went lower until he was reaching my core. I felt him let out a cool breezing, blowing air on my slit. He kissed it softly before dipping in his tongue and exploring the wetness I had to offer. 

He groaned as I moaned out his name, reaching my hands back, trying to find anything to hold onto. He gripped my hands, holding them in place right above my ass. I tried to stay as quiet as possible as he sucked at my core. 

He stopped for a moment, bringing a single finger to my entrance. He traced my lips, pushing them again and together before finally dipping into my whole. I let out a soft wimp. His fingers were thick and long, slightly brushing up against my g-spot. 

“Fuckin’ tight, y/n. Gonna let me stretch you out?” I should have known JJ would be a talker in bed. He had so much confidence and sass already. 

“Yes, J’. Please.” I moaned, his finger alone driving me crazy. 

“Stay right here. Be back”. JJ quickly threw on his shorts, walking with a bit of nervousness to John B’s door. I threw the blanket over my body. What the fuck was he doing.

JJ knocked lightly, his hand barely making any contact with the wood in front of him. He bit his lip and tapped again. 

The door opened slightly. John B’s hair was messy, his eyes pinched together in a tight glare. 

“Dude, what?” John B whispered. 

“Listen man, I-I need a condom like yesterday.” JJ smirked. 

“J’? Seriously.” John B rolled his eyes. “Oh dude, seriously?’ I heard JOhn B’s voice perk up a bit and a soundI could only recognize as a high-five. 

“Cough it up, bro”. JJ composed himself, voice back to a whisper. The door to John’s room shut for a moment. I heard some rushed shuffling before it re-opened. John handed JJ a small gold package with black writing. 

“Just don't be loud and uh…clean up any mess you make.” John whispered awkwardly. 

JJ raced back over, standing above me. “Sorry, don’t want to pressure you into doing anything too risky. I’ll get some tomorrow, that way we never have to do… that again.” JJ held the package in his hand, playing with the wrapper a bit.

I laughed and set up, reaching my hand out to JJ and motioning him over to me. He pulled his shorts off again, this time less rushed. I could see the nervousness in his eyes now., his hands shaking as he opened the gold wrapper with his teeth. 

He removed the contents, sliding it down his member and pumping a few times. I got back into my previous position, removing the blanket. 

I swallowed thick. This suddenly felt so much realer. JJ placed a hand through my hair, caressing it down my body until he gripped it at my waist. I arched more, trying to give him the best angle. He grabbed his dick in one hand and began rubbing it through my folds. 

I whimpered a bit, taking in a deep breath. I tried to relax, open myself up for him as best I could. 

“You ready, sweetheart?” JJ spoke softly, counting to tease my entrance. 

I nodded, letting out a soft moan. 

“Need to hear you say it. Tell me you want it.” JJ teased again. “Tell me you want this dick.”

I swallow, his dirty talk making me drunk. “Please, J. Want you. Want you so bad.” I whined. 

He loathed to my pleads, entering the tip inside and pushing forwards. I let out a high pitched gasp as JJ continued further, hitting the back of me gently. He was thick, stretching me open. I felt myself clenching around him, sucking him in further and further. 

“Oh, f-fuck J’. So big”. I swear I couldn't stop the moan escaping my lips as he dragged his cock out, leaving just enough from him to push slowly but with a bit of roughness back into me. It sent me into a spiral and I swear I needed more or I would explode right under him. 

I dropped my arms, laying my head deep into a pillow, I reached my arms back, trying to push him off just a bit. 

JJ bent my arms, not letting me move an inch away from him. “You can take it y/n. Don't try to run.” 

JJ thrusted into me faster, causing more moans to slip out. He groaned at each one, placing a light slap on my ass. I still needed more and more still. I decided to take matters into my own hands and began throwing my ass up and down on his dick. It felt like heaven. 

“Goddman, y/n. Throw that shit back.” JJ moaned, slowing his thrust so I could set whatever pace I wanted. 

His cock hit me at the perfect angle. I knew I was close, wetness dripping from me. I clenched my walls around him, tightening the grip I already held on him. “Gonna cum J” I moaned. 

“Right with you sweetheart, go ahead. Cum on my cock.” JJ breathing was heavy, his coming out mumbled.

JJ gripped my hip tighter,and placed a hand on my back, arching me more. The pressure pushed me over the edge. I tried to not scream out. I gripped the blanket under me, showing my head into the pillow trying to muffle my moans. 

“That’s it sweetheart. Such a good girl.” JJ’s pace grew quicker and rougher. His goans turned to more of a growl. I swear I was seeing stars. He pulled out quickly, removing the condom and pumping his hot cum onto my back.

“Stay like that, gotta remember this moment forever.” JJ grabbed his phone, taking a few pictures of the mess he made on me. 

I laughed, staying still as he cleaned me up with the shirt I wore earlier. 

[wave2tyun]

meddle about | ☆

pairing: idol!yeonjun x idol!reader

genre: idol!au, best friends to lovers, some fluff but also a bit suggestive (?) towards the end

prompts: – “you’re blushing”

– “i can feel how fast your heart is beating right now”

warnings: none!

word count: 1.8k

a/n: the inspiration for this came from a wonho photoshoot behind the scenes clip that i randomly saw on ig reels........😟 i hope there aren't any mistakes left in this because i've been lazy and going only by trust when i repost fics asdbhja

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

you and yeonjun didn’t exactly meet…under the greatest circumstances.

as txt’s fame was continuously on the rise, there was no way you had never heard of yeonjun, or the name tomorrow x together. however, it was only when you had your comeback stage at inkigayo that you finally got to see yeonjun in real life, and not just on a screen.

you expected things to go smoothly. yeonjun was going to just take your interview, and then you were going to simply perform with your group on stage, as usual.  

realistically speaking, that was supposed to be it- nothing more than a polite, professional interaction, he was the mc after all. you didn’t even think you’d cross paths with him throughout the day again. but the lunch break had something -quite staggering- in store for you:

the inkigayo sandwich. those words still make you shudder.

as an idol, you had to have one, at least once. it was the talk of town after all, even though the combination of egg, crab and strawberry jam- all squished together between 3 pieces of white bread- didn’t exactly sound appealing to you.

you gulped as you looked at the piece of food in your hands; the smell wasn’t that appetizing either, and you wondered how it was possible for them to have such high sales for a shitty product.

you didn’t want to do it, but the thought of wasting your money without at least having a bite was haunting you. you closed your eyes, anticipating the worst outcome imaginable as the sandwich came closer and closer towards your mouth.

“hey- at least remove that paper before you start eating” one of your members said, making you frown. paper? what paper? the ingredients of the sandwich were already weird enough, what did they add that paper for?

confused, you opened your eyes again, a small note had been carefully placed somewhere between the plastic wrapper and the bread. grossed out, you removed it, moving towards the trash can to throw it away, only to get a glance of a phone number written on the back of it, making you stop in your tracks.

‘call me ;) - choi yeonjun’

now, you see- you only knew that the inkigayo sandwich was famous, you didn’t know why it was famous. 

you angrily searched for choi yeonjun around the cafeteria, shoving the sandwich towards his chest once you found him “what the fuck is this?” you hissed appaled by his actions. not sparing him a single moment to respond, you instantly got into a rant about how you were ‘put in danger’ by him for placing something (almost) inedible in your lunch.

he stared at you with big eyes and raised eyebrows, panicking that you’d blow this out of proportion even more if he excused himself before you were done blowing off some steam. he knew very well not to argue with a sleep deprived person who was also hungry.

“that actually wasn’t meant for you…” he muttered in the end, biting his cheek.

“oh.”

on the way back to the dorms, you swore you’d never step foot back into inkigayo ever again, or at least not until yeonjun stepped down from his position as an mc.

despite the seemingly traumatic event, you still kept the piece of paper containing his number, jam stain and all. you fiddled it around your fingers as you rolled around in bed, unable to fall asleep. it was way past midnight, and the remorse you felt for not having apologised to yeonjun was keeping you wide awake. you had been too embarrassed to utter any more words after hearing his reply and used the first opportunity -which was a member calling out for you- to leave the room. 

the guilt was eating you up, and, in the end, you decided it was best to at least say sorry to him through text. and so you did- not exactly expecting much besides getting blocked by him. 

turns out yeonjun found the situation more amusing rather than infuriating. he accepted your apology with ease, and you promised that you’d buy him lunch the next time you visit inkigayo, as emotional compensation.

yeonjun, however, lied to you that day. the phone number in the sandwich was, in fact, meant for you. he heard from his seniors that ‘back in the day’, this was a particularly popular method to start dating between idols. when it was announced that you’d perform on the day he was mc-ing, he found his chance, took it, then pretty much failed miserably. his attempt at getting to know you better was somewhat saved by your apology text. after the whole ordeal, he decided that it was better to take it step by step and develop his friendship with you before dipping his toes into the dating scheme once again.

bit by bit- yeonjun began to reveal his flirty nature. first, he started bringing food and drinks to your company whenever you told him you had to stay up late, practicing overnight. then, he made sure to always compliment how you looked in music videos or album teasers, sometimes even sending coffee trucks to the filming sites to support you. finally, he started bringing you flowers whenever you were done with comeback stages. the change in his attitude was making you question the status of your relationship. still, knowing how risky this all was, you decided it was foolish to jump to any conclusions- although a part of your heart did cling tightly onto the hope that he did this because he saw you as something more than a friend.

it was no surprise to the public eye that the two of you were close friends in the industry. so, when elle korea wanted a photoshoot between a pair with good chemistry, yeonjun ran to his managers, begging to convince some of the higher-ups to recommend the two of you. not a single soul in the company was able to resist him, so he successfully scored the spot. however, you were only informed that you received an offer for the photoshoot, not that yeonjun had been involved in this whole ordeal.

the concept was not quite what you were expecting.

when you heard the words “a pair with good chemistry” you were expecting a fun, bubbly photoshoot, something colorful maybe- not a sensual, romantic theme. you choked on your spit when they showed you the outfit you were supposed to wear, then choked again when you saw yeonjun’s outfit: black pants and a blue satin button-up shirt that had more than 3 buttons left open, exposing the skin of his chest. 

and -as if the revealing clothes weren’t enough- there was one more detail left that would supposedly “tie this all together”: a kiss mark. on yeonjun’s neck. 

the staff handed you a tube of red lipstick, shoving you and yeonjun in a private dressing room before you could even process the situation.

you stole a look at yeonjun, who pursed his lips, trying to contain his laugh as he made eye contact with you.

“did you know about this?” you asked him with a serious face, pointing the lipstick towards him. why were you the only one baffled here?

yeonjun couldn’t help but let out tiny squeaks as he struggled calm down, your shocked, accusatory expression all too entertaining for him “no” he snickered “why? are you nervous? think you can’t do it?” he crossed his arms.

the attitude with which he said that only earned him a scoff from you “of course i can do it” you said as you walked towards the mirror. once you were in front of it though, you were suddenly way more aware of how sweaty your palms were getting, hands trembling a bit as you put the lipstick on.

yeonjun was never one to shy away from physical touch. you were used to receiving hugs from him, sometimes even having him hold onto your hand or arm, swinging them playfully whenever you walked together. but this? this felt…different. 

intimate. 

it was like a possible breach within your friendship. and while you weren’t exactly nervous about the situation itself, you were definitely afraid about what was going to happen between the two of you after.

yeonjun was already behind you once you finished putting on the makeup and turned around. the playful smirk he’s had ever since you both entered the room never left his face. he lightly quirked up an eyebrow, provoking you to make the move- curious to see if your earlier statement was the truth or whether they were just empty words. unsure what to do with your hands, your fingers didn’t let go of the lipstick tube, playing with it in a restless manner as you inched closer towards yeonjun’s neck. the citrus fragrance of his perfume still lingered on the skin, and you closed your eyes as you left a quick kiss there, the touch too light to leave a mark visible enough. 

“you’re blushing” yeonjun chuckled, tilting his head as he looked in the mirror behind you, clicking his tongue “that’s not right…” he muttered. his gaze was fixated on your face for a few seconds, admiring the pink dusting your cheeks. then, they trailed off to your hands, snatching the item to cover his own lips in that same crimson color. “this is how you do it” he whispered, dipping his head down, arms sneaking around your waist simultaneously. warm breath on your neck, chest flushed against yours, yeonjun could feel your racing pulse underneath his lips as he pressed a long kiss on the hot skin. the chilling sensation running down your spine had your hands unconsciously reaching out for his forearms, holding onto them to keep yourself steady and not slip away from his grasp. 

“i can feel how fast your heart is beating right now” he breathed out, fingers tracing lines along the small of your back. seeing that you weren’t pushing him away, his face didn’t leave its close spot to your body. instead- his lips travelled along the skin, pressing featherly kisses along the way- nibbling, lightly biting, the red marks blooming being hidden away by the lipstick covering them.

the mirrors, the vanity lights, even the photoshoot itself, they were all turning into a hazy memory as you were becoming more and more enthralled by him. completely absorbed by his touch on your body, you felt like you wouldn’t be able to breathe properly again until he carried on with the next step. “jun-” the sound of the nickname was enough to send an electrifying jolt throughout his heart. his own breathing was irregular as he stopped, distancing himself a bit from your neck to lift his head up, plush lips and smudged lipstick coming into sight. 

“we’re not leaving this room until you kiss me on the lips”

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[hioriri]

-cuddles!-

featured character ☆ itoshi sae

tag(s): fluff! ☆

divider @cafekitsune

apologies if this is out of character.

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        No joke, period cramps hurt a lot. What's included in the monthly cycles are also mood swings, you're definitely ten times extra sensitive when it's that time of the month. Well today, you woke up quite late, maybe around eleven o'clock or so. Next to the wooden night stand, there's a white envelope. You take it and gently ripped off the cute little pink heart sticker on it. Then, you reached for the folded white piece of paper. The note read;

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Y/n, you probably woke up to see this note by the nightstand. Around this time I'm probably not home. I may come home around nine o'clock, do whatever you'd like for the whole day. As always, I love you.

-Sae

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        You smiled reading the note and the "I love you" that Sae wrote down in black ink. After being fully awake (maybe lying in bed for an extra 10 minutes), you straightened the bed sheets and comforter then started feeling hungry and so, you headed down to the kitchen and made some breakfast. After eating some toast with avocado and eggs, you decided to take a shower and do some skin care. Finally, you just plop on the navy blue sofa and decided to just binge watch Tales of the Nine Tailed since it seemed interesting. You got your phone and scrolled on Twitter to see if there's anything new. Maybe after one or two episodes of Nine Tailed, you got sudden cramps. It felt extremely agonizing to the point where you thought you were on the verge of death. So now change of plans. For the entire day you're not going to be binge watching some k-drama but you're simply just going to wrap yourself in a blanket, tightly clench on your stomach while lying on the couch, play dead, and wait for Sae to come home. 

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        You hear the keys jingling and the sound of a door opening and closing. "I'm home" Sae calls out but it was dead silent. "Saeee..." you whine. Sae heads over to the couch and sees you lying down, wrapped in a white fluffy blanket. You sniffled, there were dry tear stains on your cheeks and he could clearly see them, your eyes were also quite puffy and red. "Angel, what happened?" Sae looks at you, a very concerned look on his face. "Cramps..." you pout. Sae gently strokes your head then heads to the kitchen to warm up some milk and a hot water bottle. A few minutes later, he then proceeds to give you a mug with warm milk and a plush-like hot water bottle. "Thank you." you then take a sip of the warm milk from the light colored orange ceramic mug. "You're welcome. Is there anything else you'd like?" "Hug..." you looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. Sae then kisses you on the cheek and embraces you in his arms for a long long time. You nuzzle against his neck, much like a cat. "Is there anything you'd like to do or watch?" your face instantly glows up. "I want to watch Spirited Away with you!!" A smile appeared on Sae's face. "Of course."

        About 50 minutes left, you fell asleep against Sae. Sae grabs the remote and turns off the TV, afraid that the sound and brightness would wake you up. This all ends when he whispers a "I love you" and slowly falling asleep next to you. 

i have little info about sae's personality so i apologize if it's very out of character. but anyways, tysm for reading :3

-fuyuko 

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[thef1diary]

Congrats on 3k!! Could you possibly do "Have I told you I love you today?" "Yes, but please say it again." and VCARB Danny? Smothering him with affection and cuddles to keep him happy after some ups and downs these past few months 🥹

Reassurance | D. Ricciardo

a/n: this one was a bit painful to write. I received another request with the same prompt but with mclaren!daniel: happy 3k!! i wanted to request '"Have I told you I love you today?" "Yes, but please say it again."' and mclaren!daniel 🥹 the neediness for validation and cuddles.. thank u 🫶 & this request too that fit perfectly: I didn't find anything fitting on the list for Daniel, but I have been thinking about him being insecure about getting a seat next year and just reassuring him that he won't be alone, no matter what happens.

prompt: "Have I told you I love you today?" "Yes, but please say it again."

wc: 1.1k

warnings: very brief mention of ed, mclaren!daniel (yes that’s a warning because of the horrors we went through)

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2022

You watch as Daniel returns home from yet another simulator session, his shoulders slumped in a way that makes your heart ache. He's been trying so hard, pushing himself to the brink, but it seems like nothing is going right for him at McLaren. The once bright spark in his eyes have dimmed, replaced by a weariness you haven't seen before. A part of you wonders if it'll ever return—no, you hope it will, it has to. After all, his happiness was a part of him, and as the months went by, you could see that he was losing that part of himself.

The late nights, the early mornings, the gruelling workouts—he's given everything he had, but the results were still disappointing. You've noticed the subtle changes, the unhealthy habits creeping in as he tries to cope with the mounting pressure. The missed meals, claiming he wasn't hungry even though he cooked with you. The dark circles under his eyes from the nights he laid awake, tossing and turning beside you until he decided to leave the room so he doesn't disturb you. He's burning out, overworking himself, and you're worried for him, scared even.

As he stands in the kitchen, holding a glass of iced water, staring blankly at the wall, you step up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. He tenses at first, but then you feel him relax into your embrace, his free hand coming up to cover yours.

"Hey," you whispered, you voice soft and full of love. "Have I told you I love you today?"

For a moment, it's silent. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his body against yours. Placing the glass on the countertop, he turns in your arms, his eyes meeting yours. The exhaustion is evident, but there's a flicker of something else there too—something that makes your heart break.

"Yes," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "But please, say it again."

Your throat tightens with emotion, and you reach up to cup his face in your hands. "I love you, Daniel. So much."

He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch, and for the first time in what feels like forever, he surrenders. His arms wrap around you, holding you close in fear that if he lets you go, you'll walk away from him too. You feel the tension slowly ebbing away from his body as you run your hand up and down his back.

You guide him to the couch, pulling him down with you, and he lets himself fall into your embrace. You hold him tightly, your fingers running through his hair, whispering words of love and reassurance. He clings to you like a lifeline, his breath coming in shaky gasps as he lets himself break down.

"It's okay," you whisper, kissing his forehead. "I'm here, I've got you."

He buries his face in your neck, his arms still wrapped around you, afraid to let go. For a long time, you hold him, letting him spill out all his thoughts—the negativity he's been keeping to himself, the self-doubt—even though you disagree with his harsh criticism of himself, you listen. You feel the weight of the world slowly lifting off his shoulders, replaced by a fragile hope. You know it'll take time for his confidence to fully return, but you also know that sometimes, a little bit of hope and a lot of love can make all the difference.

2024

After rejoining the RedBull family nearly a year ago, Daniel felt a sense of familiarity, a feeling of being home again. But despite the warm welcome and the support of the team, the inconsistent results start to gnaw at him. He has good races and bad ones, which cause the doubts to creep back in, whispering that maybe he's not good enough anymore.

One evening, after a particularly tough race, you find him in the living room, staring blankly at the wall. His shoulders are slumped, and the light in his eyes is dimmer than it should be, reminding you of a time that sent shivers down your spine. You walk over and sit beside him, your heart aching for him.

"Hey," you say softly, reaching out to take his hand. "Have I told you I love you today?"

He looks at you, and for a moment, you see the pain and doubt reflected in his eyes. The words bring back memories of that night in your arms, and it shatters your heart to see him struggling again.

"Yes," he whispers, his voice filled with vulnerability. "But please, say it again."

Your eyes fill with tears, but you blink them away, determined to be strong for him. You lean in, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. "I love you, Daniel. I love you so much."

He buries his face in your neck once more, his grip on you tightening. "I'm so scared," he admits, his voice trembling. "What if I don't get a seat next year? What if these ups and downs mean I'm not good enough?"

He pulls back, a look of horror crossing his face as he struggles to string sentences together to express his thoughts. "The team, they believed in me. What if I let them down?"

You shake your head, pressing a finger to his lips to stop him from speaking another word. "You are more than enough," you state firmly. "You belong here. The team still believes in you, and so do I."

He opens his mouth to speak, but you don't let him. "It's okay to have doubts, but don't let them consume you. As for your seat, there are still plenty of races left to show your worth. You deserve it."

He nods, his breath warm against your skin. "I just don't want to let anyone down," he murmured.

"You won't," you assure him. "You're an amazing driver, and you've come so far. Sometimes things don't go perfectly, but that doesn't mean you're not worthy. And no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

He sighs, the tension slowly leaving his body as he melts into your embrace. "Thank you," he whispers. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to worry about that," you say softly, kissing the top of his head. "I'm not going anywhere."

Wrapped in your arms, Daniel closes his eyes, allowing himself to let go of the anxieties that have plagued him for so long. You stay like that, cuddling and comforting him until he starts believing your words.

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[riki-dazed]

Jay comforts and reassures you after you reveal your scars to him

mentions of sh scars, kissing, soft bf jay · wc 615 · requested

Jay's touch felt heavenly against the skin on your jaw as he traced a finger along it, tauntingly slowly, admiring all of your features. His gaze studied your face with unwavering attention, you wondered if your skin felt as warm to his touch as it felt to you. He stopped at your chin, putting it between two of his fingers as he pulled your face into his. You couldn't control your arms as they wrapped around his neck, resting atop his shoulders. His soft lips engulfed yours, hungry and eager. Your thoughts ran wild.

He's such an incredible kisser..

You were sat on the edge of the bed in only a shirt, in which you could feel starting to hike up your thighs as Jay's hands roamed every last inch of your figure, with desperate urgency. His lips trailed from yours to your jaw, to then your neck. The wet kisses he kept leaving behind had sent shivers down your spine.

You felt a sudden wave of panic flush over you after one of Jay's hands gripped onto your thigh, he continued making out with your neck as your breath hitched in the back of your throat. Jay's attentive self immediately noticed the sudden stiffness within your body. He pulled back from your skin slightly as he eyed your face, breathless, his grip on your thigh loosened as his finger rubbed soft circles against the skin.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Concern flickered in his eyes at the sudden change in your demeanor.

You pulled away from him, your hands pushed your shirt back down your thighs, in which caused Jay to have to lift his hand away. He was worried that maybe you weren't on the same page as him that evening.

"I-I'm sorry," You murmured as your gaze fell, a sudden feeling of insecurity washed over your entire body. Jay's gaze followed yours, to where his eyes were met with faint scars that covered the skin on your thigh, peeking from under your shirt. You pulled the fabric down even more. Your face began to feel warm, as if you were about to start tearing up. You felt vulnerable and exposed.

"This is so humiliating.."

"Baby," Jay whispered, his voice soft and kind as he lifted your chin. His eyes were full of warmth and understanding, "You don't have to hide from me,"

With the most tender touch, Jay gently moved your hands away from the hem of your shirt. His soft fingers traced the outlines of the scars with a gentleness that left your heart in pieces. He didn't recoil in horror or judgment; instead, he showed you nothing but love and acceptance.

"Y/n, these scars," He started as his gaze lifted to meet yours again, his voice full of warmth and complete sincerity, "They're a part of you, my baby, and everything about you is beautiful to me,"

Your eyes began to brim with tears as you looked into his, you saw nothing but affection being reflected back into you. You felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Jay's lips found yours again in the softest, most loving, reassuring kiss. You watched him lift himself off the bed, and get on his knees in front of your seated body. He lifted your shirt back off your thighs, as he left a tender kiss atop the scars. Your hand found its way into the strands of his hair as you caressed your loving boy, earning a sweet smile from him as he gazed up into you. He continued to leave soft pecks across the outer and inner parts of your thighs.

You were so lucky to have someone like him.

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