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rafayelxsylusho Ā· 23 hours ago
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Hey love, your LADs fics are šŸ„µšŸ”„šŸ« .
If you are accepting requests, could you pls write a College AU with the LADS men?
A study sesh leads to smut (can include love confession if not in established relationship).
Have a lovely day/night~ šŸ’–
I hope I did it right. Enjoy!
College AU with the LADS men šŸŽ“
Part 1: Zaynexreader
TW: SMUT
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**Both reader and Zayne are Med students**
Zayne looks up from his textbook, his eyes meeting yours as you walk into his dorm room. His room is tidy, almost clinically so, really different from your own chaotic space down the hall. Zayne has always been the organized one, the responsible one, while you...well, you were something else.
"Your room is still a disaster zone, I take it?" he asks, arching an eyebrow. When you smile and nod, he laughs softly and shakes his head. "I don't know how you manage to live in such chaos."
Zayne's gaze drifts over your textbooks stacked in your arms, his eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your appearance, noting the dark circles under your eyes and the way you seem to be running on pure adrenaline. He sets his textbook aside and leans forward, elbows resting on his knees.
"Tell me you got some sleep last night," he says, there is concern in his voice. "You look exhausted, y/n. I know this semester has been tough on you." he looks at you like a parent waiting for their child to confess to staying up too late. "And your test?" he asks when you don't immediately answer. "How did it go?" Zayne knows you had an important test this morning. He's been quietly supportive, offering to quiz you or just listening as you vented about the material leading up to it.
"I survived," you sigh, as you flop down on the bed across from Zayne's desk. "But I don't think I did as well as I needed to. I swear, every time I think I've got it, I realize there's a whole other layer to learn."
You groan, burying your face in one of his pillows for a moment before sitting back up to look at him "I don't know how you do it Zayne. Don't you ever just want to give up?"
He stands and walks over to his mini fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. "Here, drink this. You look dehydrated." Zayne gives you the bottle before sitting on the edge of his bed next to you. His brow furrows with concern as he watches you drink deeply from the water bottle, his eyes searching yours.
"Y/n, how many hours of sleep did you actually get last night?"
"Two," you say quietly. " Maybe a little more". His expression softens as he listens to you. He knew you were pushing yourself too hard, but hearing the confirmation of just how little sleep you'd gotten hits him like a punch to the gut.
"Lay down for a bit. I'll wake you up in two hours, and we can continue with your study session then." There's a gentle authority in his voice, Zayne's not going to let you talk your way out of this one. He knows you need the rest, and will make sure you get it.
As you hesitate, he reaches out to take the now empty water bottle from your hands, setting it aside on the nightstand. His fingers linger on yours for just a moment, a silent plea for you to listen to him.
"Please," he murmurs, his eyes holding yours. "You can't keep doing this. You need to take care of yourself if you want to make it through this program." His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing softly over the dark circle beneath your eye. It's a tender gesture, full of care and concern. He's not just your study partner and best friend, he's the one person who truly sees you, exhaustion and all.
"Fineeeee, whatever you say Dr Zayne"
He watches as you lay down on the bed, your head coming to rest on the pillow. He feels a bit of concern seeing you so drained, but also a sense of relief that he convinced you to get some much needed rest. Almost as soon as your head touches the pillow, your eyelids flutter shut and your breathing evens out.
You startle awake, your heart racing. You're not used to sleeping so deeply, especially not in the middle of the day. As you blink the sleep from your eyes, you become aware of a warm, solid presence next to you on the bed. Turning your head slowly, you find yourself face to face with Zayne, his body next to yours. He must have dozed off while you were sleeping, still clutching his textbook in his hands, now lying open and forgotten. Soft snores escape his slightly parted lips, a light frown etched between his eyebrows as if even in sleep, he's focused on the complex medical diagrams. He looks almost boyish in sleep, the hard lines of his face softening, a lock of dark hair falls across his forehead, and there's a vulnerability to his stillness that makes your heart clench. For a moment, you just watch him, taking in the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the long lashes casting shadows on his pale cheeks. Then, carefully, you reach out and pluck the textbook from him setting it aside. Zayne stirs slightly at the loss of the book, but doesn't wake. In sleep, his hand finds yours, as he settles closer to you. Your fingers intertwine instinctively, and you feel a rush of warmth spread through you at the contact.
You feel the heat of Zayne's breath ghosting over your face. Even in sleep, he seems drawn to you, his hand tightening around yours as if he's afraid you might disappear if he lets go. A soft blush rises to your cheeks at the intimacy of the moment, at the way Zayne's face is inches from your own. Your heart starts to race for a different reason now, a fluttering sensation that has nothing to do with the sudden awakening and everything to do with the man next to you.
You've shared countless study sessions, late night talks, and inside jokes with Zayne, but this...this feels different. More intimate. More charged with a tension you've never dared to acknowledge before. His eyelids flutter, and for a moment you think he might wake. You hold your breath, but he doesn't wake. Instead, he just sighs softly, his breath fanning over your lips. You know you should pull away, give him space, but you find yourself rooted to the spot. Captivated. Your free hand comes up to brush a lock of hair from Zayne's forehead, your fingertips lingering on the soft skin. He's so warm. So real. So...inviting.
You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry despite the water Zayne had given you earlier. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and you see Zayne's eyes flutter open at the movement. For a moment, you're frozen, caught in the hazel gaze that seems to see right through you. Then, slowly, Zayne's eyes focus on you. Confusion clouds them for a moment before a flicker of something else, something hotter, sparks in their depths. His grip on your hand tightens.
"You're awake," he murmurs, his voice husky from sleep. His gaze drops to your mouth, stays there for a long, charged moment. You feel your heart pounding against your ribs, your breath coming faster. The air between you feels thick, heavy with a tension you've never dared to put a name to before. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, a sensual caress that sends a shiver up your spine. "How are you feeling?" he asks, but there's something else to his question, a double meaning that makes your cheeks flush hotter. And you know you should answer, should break this moment with a silly comment or a joke but you can't seem to find your voice. You're too busy drowning in the heat of Zayne's eyes too busy wanting...wanting more. Wanting to close the small distance between you and feel his lips on yours, wanting to tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him closer until there's no space left between your bodies.
But you don't. You can't. Because this is Zayne. Your best friend, the one person you trust above all others. The one person you can't afford to mess this up with, so instead of giving in to the temptation, you take a deep, shuddering breath and try to gather your composure. You wet your dry lips again, your voice a bit husky as you manage to choke out an answer.
"I...I feel better," you whisper, your eyes still locked with his. "Thank you for...for letting me sleep." It's a clumsy reply, but it's the best you can manage in this moment.
Zayne's eyes search yours for a moment, as if trying to find the true meaning behind your words. Then, slowly, he nods and starts to sit up, his hand sliding from yours and leaving you feeling suddenly cold. "I'm glad, you needed the rest." He glances at the clock on the wall and frowns slightly. "I'm afraid I may have let you sleep a little longer than we intended though."
He starts to gather up the scattered pages of his textbook, his movements a little stiff, a little self-conscious. It's clear that he's feeling the shift in the atmosphere as much as you are. "We should probably get back to studying," he says, not meeting your gaze as he stacks the pages neatly. "You've got that big test coming up, and you need to be ready." He says it lightly, but there's a tightness to his voice that wasn't there before. A tension that has nothing to do with the impending test.
You nod slowly, sitting up as well and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You feel a little unsteady, a little off-balance. And it's not from the sudden awakening.
"Yeah," you agree softly. "You're right. I should get back to it."
You stand up, stretching slightly to work the kinks out of your muscles. As you do, you catch Zayne watching you from the corner of your eye, his gaze intense and unreadable. A shiver runs down your spine at the weight of it, and you quickly busy yourself with straightening out the rumpled blanket on the bed, avoiding his stare. "I'll just...I'll just go freshen up real quick" You say, hurrying towards the bathroom, needing to put some space between you, to collect your racing thoughts and calm the frantic pounding of your heart.
Once you are in the bathroom you splash water on your face, and take a few deep breaths, trying to will the blush from your cheeks. But no matter how much cold water you use, you can't seem to banish the memory of Zayne's sleep-roughened voice, the heat of his breath on your face, the way his hand felt curled around yours.
You shake your head sharply, pushing the thoughts away. You can't afford to think like that, not about Zayne. He's your rock, your constant, the one person you know you can always count on. You can't risk destroying that.
Squaring your shoulders, you take one last deep breath and step back out into the bedroom. Zayne is sitting on the bed, his textbooks spread out in front of him, his glasses perched on his nose as he scans the pages intently. For a moment, he looks like a picture of concentration, the very image of the dedicated medical student. As you approach, he glances up, and you see the flicker of something else in his eyes. Something warmer. Something that makes your heart stutter in your chest. "Is everything all right?" he asks softly, a note of genuine concern in his voice. He stands up, taking a step towards you, and you find yourself looking up at him, your breath catching in your throat.
"I...yes," you manage to say, your voice a little steadier than before. "Everything is fine.
"Good," he says, and there's a quiet satisfaction in his voice. He gestures to the bed, "It will be good for us to review the material together," Zayne continues, his voice warm and encouraging. "We can go over the key points and make sure you've got a solid grasp of everything before the test"
He steps closer to you, his hand coming to rest lightly on the small of your back as he guides you towards the bed. The touch is innocent, a gesture of friendship and support "Sit down," his breath stirring the hair at your temple. "Let's get to work."
Zayne watches as you chew thoughtfully on a grape, your eyes scanning the medical text. Hours have passed, and despite the late hour, you're both still engrossed in the material, determined to ensure you're fully prepared for the upcoming test. As Zayne sits in his chair, he flips to a new page in his textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration. When he glances up at you, ready to ask a question, he notices a small, glistening droplet of grape juice on your lower lip.
For a moment, he's distracted, his focus torn between the anatomical diagram on the page and the tempting sight before him. He clears his throat softly, trying to regain his train of thought.
"Y/n," he begins, his voice a little rougher than before. "What are the primary symptoms of acute kidney injury?"
As he waits for your response, Zayne finds himself leaning forward slightly, his gaze still fixed on your mouth. The drop of juice on your lip, threatening to drip down at any moment.
He swallows hard, his heart beating a little faster in his chest. He knows he should look away, should focus on the important task at hand. But he can't seem to tear his gaze away from the mesmerizing sight of you.
Finally, as if sensing his stare, you glance up from the textbook. Your eyes meet his, and for a moment, time seems to slow. Zayne's breath catches in his throat as he realizes he's been caught staring, his pulse jumping at the realization.
"The primary symptoms are...decreased urine output, blood in the urine, swelling in the legs or ankles, nausea, and fatigue." You begin, your voice clear and confident despite the late hour.
As you speak, he watches, as the grape juice slowly slides down the curve of your lip. It leaves a glistening trail in its wake, a path that draws his eye like a magnet.
"And then there's the secondary symptoms," you say, unaware of the effect you are having on him "Hematuria, azotemia, electrolyte imbalances..."
As you speak, he feels a sudden, overwhelming urge to close the distance between you, to lean in and catch that glistening drop of grape juice with his tongue.
When the thought hits him it leaves him momentarily breathless. In this moment, with the late hour and the intensity of your study session, he finds himself fighting with a desire he's long suppressed.
As you wrap up your explanation, Zayne quickly looks down at his textbook, needing a moment to collect himself. He clears his throat, trying to will away the sudden tightness in his pants and the heat rising in his cheeks.
"That's...that's correct, y/n," he manages to say, his voice a little rougher than intended. "You've got a solid grasp of the material. That's impressive."
You smile at Zayne's praise, feeling a surge of pride and accomplishment. The late-night study session had been intense, but seeing the approval in his eyes made it all worthwhile. As your smile widened, the droplet of grape juice that had been perched on the curve of your lower lip began its descent.
Zayne, already on edge and distracted by his sudden surge of desire, doesn't hesitate. Acting on pure instinct, he reaches out and across the short distance between you, his thumb outstretched. In a soft gesture, he brushes his thumb along your chin, catching the errant drop of juice before it can fall any further. The touch is brief but electric, sending a shiver down your spine.
Before you can react, Zayne's thumb trails upwards, coming to rest gently on the plush, soft skin of your lower lip. His eyes flick up to meet yours, and in that moment, the air between you feels charged with a new energy. His gaze is intense, his eyes searching yours as his thumb lightly traces the curve of your lower lip. He's waiting for a reaction, for any sign that you feel it too this sudden, undeniable spark of attraction that's impossible to ignore.
His voice is a low murmur, almost a whisper, when he finally speaks. "You had a little... grape juice," he explains unnecessarily, his thumb still resting on your lip. "I just... I couldn't let it go to waste."
He feels his breath hitch in his throat as your small, pink tongue darts out and laps at the remnants of the grape juice on his thumb. The sensation of your wet, warm tongue against his skin sends a jolt of electricity straight through him, settling heavily in his lower abdomen.
"Now it won't," you say softly
As you hold his gaze, Zayne feels the last of his restraint slipping away. The walls he's built to keep his feelings locked away, crumble like sandcastles against a tide.
Slowly, giving you every opportunity to pull away, Zayne leans in closer. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, his long fingers splaying gently against the warm, smooth skin. He tilts your chin up slightly, angling your face towards his.
"I've wanted to do this for so long, y/n," he confesses. The scent of his words is tinged with the faint aroma of the grapes you were eating, a heady and intoxicating combination. His eyes flick down to your lips, now glistening and parted slightly from your earlier actions.
"Tell me to stop," he whispers, his voice strained with tension. "Tell me you don't feel this too, and I'll stop. But god, I need to know if you want this as much as I do."
Your heart races as you feel Zayne's breath mingling with yours, his lips now centimeters away from your own. The heat of his skin, the intensity of his gaze, it's all so overwhelming and intoxicating.
"Don't stop," you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. It's all you manage to say before you close the final centimeter of space between you, your lips pressing softly against his. The moment your mouths meet, it's like a spark igniting a wildfire. Zayne's lips are soft and firm against your own, molding to the contours of your mouth as if he was made to fit there.
You hear a low groan escape from the back of his throat as you deepen the kiss. His fingers tighten slightly on your cheek, his thumb brushing over the apple of your cheekbone. You press closer, your hand coming up to tangle in the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck. Your fingers thread through the silky strands, anchoring him to you as you lose yourself in the sensation of his mouth moving against your own.
Zayne pulls back from the kiss just enough to hook his hands under your armpits. With a gentle but insistent pressure, he lifts you up and out of the bed, bringing your body flush against his own. As his lips claim yours again, his hands slide from your armpits down to your waist. He grips you firmly, his long fingers splaying across the small of your back as he pulls your curves snugly against the hard planes of his own body.
Still lost in the intensity of the kiss, he starts to walk you backwards, his body pressed against yours, until the soft give of a wall meets your back. He breaks the kiss just briefly as your back hits the wall, long enough to flash you a look that's equal parts hunger and desperation. His eyes are dark, the pupils blown wide with desire, and his chest heaves with each breath he takes.
"You drive me crazy," he rasps, his voice strained and rough with want. "If I take you to bed now, I won't be able to hold back. I'll lose control, and I don't want to rush this."
You close the distance once again and your teeth graze his bottom lip "Please Zayne" you whisper.
Unable to resist your urging, Zayne gives in to your demand. He leans into you, allowing you to tug his shirt upwards and expose the toned, muscular chest beneath. His abs are defined, each muscle group carved by years of dedicated discipline. As his shirt clears his head, Zayne captures your wrists in his hands, pinning them gently but firmly against the wall on either side of your head. He looms over you, his larger frame caging you in, his eyes roaming hungrily over your face and body.
"Please, what? Tell me what you want, y/n. I need to hear you say it."
His hips press against yours, the hard, thick length of him evident even through the fabric of his pants. He grinds slowly against you, letting you feel every inch of his desire. His hand releases one of your wrists to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. His touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the rough, desperate edge in his voice.
"Tell me," he demands, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything."
"Zayne," you breathe out, your voice trembling with desire. "I need you, all of you" You feel his hands grip the backs of your thighs, his long fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he hoists you up. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he pins you against the wall with his hips. Once he feels your legs secure around him, Zayne's hands slide up, his palms skimming over your thighs and coming to rest on your hips. He squeezes gently, his fingers digging into your curves as he holds you in place. Sensing your movements, Zayne leans back just enough to allow you to remove your shirt. As the fabric falls away, revealing your bare skin and the delicate lace of your bra, his breath catches in his throat.
"Fuck" he breathes out, his gaze hungry as it roams over your exposed flesh. Unable to resist, Zayne leans down and starts to place open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. His lips and tongue map out the delicate skin, tasting you, teasing you, as his hands slide up your sides. They come to rest just below the band of your bra, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. He looks up at you, his eyes dark and filled with promise, silently asking for your permission to continue.
You reach back, fingers unhooking the clasp of your bra. The lace falls away, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. He takes a moment to drink in the sight of you, your chest heaving with each breath, your nipples pebbled in the cool air of the room.
"Perfect," Zayne murmurs, his voice a low, appreciative rumble. "Absolutely perfect."
He lowers his head and draws one straining peak into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, teasing it, before he suckles hard. His other hand kneads the soft weight of your other breast, rolling and plucking at the neglected nipple. Zayne's hips press harder against yours, the thick ridge of his arousal grinding against your core.
"Zayne," you gasp, your head falling back against the wall as pleasure courses through you. "Please, I need more." Your hands fist in his hair, anchoring him to you as he lavishes attention on your breasts. Your legs tighten around his waist, urging him closer, silently begging him to take you.
Zayne releases your breast with a wet pop, his lips moving to your other breast to give it the same treatment. He suckles and nips, his teeth grazing your skin, marking you. His mouth never leaves your breasts as he carries you towards the bed, his lips and tongue continuing their relentless assault on your sensitive flesh. He walks backwards and as the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress, Zayne sits down, allowing you both to tumble onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. He rolls you over, positioning you beneath him. Zayne's hands roam your body, caressing every curve and dip, as if committing your form to memory.
Still focused on your breasts, he kisses and licks, suckles and nips, until your back arches off the bed and your fingers tangle almost painfully in his hair. Your nipples are reddened and swollen, glistening with his saliva, and aching for more of his touch. Zayne pauses in his ministrations, glancing up at you with a playful smirk as he slowly unzips your skirt. As he removes it he takes in the sight of your blue panties adorned with a tiny snowman.
"I wasn't exactly planning on seducing you tonight," you admit with an embarrassed blush, biting your lower lip. "I didn't think we'd end up like this."
Zayne's eyes soften as he takes in the pretty blush coloring your cheeks and the swell of your breasts. He finds your embarrassment endearing, charming even. It's a rare sight, given how composed and put together you usually are.
Zayne shakes his head and smirks "I'm glad you didn't plan this," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "Because if you had, you might not have chosen such...cute underwear"
He glances down at the snowman grinning up at him, then back to your blushing face, his smirk widening into a genuine, boyish grin. "Don't worry, sweetheart. They're perfect. Just like you, but let's get rid of them, shall we?" he whispers, his voice low and seductive "I want to see all of you."
Zayne takes his time peeling your panties down your legs, his fingers grazing your skin. As the fabric slips past your knees, he tosses them carelessly aside, his dark eyes never leaving yours.
When you instinctively close your legs, Zayne pauses, his hands resting on your thighs. "Open them for me, pretty girl," his voice filled with desire. His hands start to slowly push your thighs apart, his thumbs brushing over your inner thighs and sending sparks of pleasure racing through you, and when your legs part for him, his gaze drops to your exposed sex, his eyes darkening with hunger and need.
"Fuck, love," he breathes out, his voice strained. "You're so beautiful. I could look at you for hours." He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh, making you shudder in anticipation. He inhales deeply, taking in your scent, before placing a soft, open mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh. His lips and tongue work their way slowly up your inner thigh. He places kisses to your skin, occasionally grazing it with his teeth, sending jolts of pleasure and pain straight to your core. He takes his time, savoring your taste and scent, drawing out your anticipation and desperation. The closer he gets to your aching, empty sex, the more your hips squirm and cant upwards, seeking his touch.
"Zayne, please," you whimper, your fingers tangling in his hair, trying to urge him on. He nips at the sensitive skin where your thigh meets your sex, making you gasp and your hips jerk involuntarily. He places another kiss, higher this time, his lips brushing against your lower lips. At the same time, he pushes your thighs further apart, opening you up to him completely.
"Tell me what you want," he urges, his breath hot against your cunt. "Tell me how you want me to touch you."
"Please, I need your mouth on me. I need your tongue, your fingers, something."
Without warning, he dives in, his mouth latching onto your sex with a hunger that steals your breath away.He kisses and sucks, his lips moving against your sensitive flesh as he explores every inch of you. His tongue delves between your folds, stroking along your slit and dipping teasingly inside you.
"Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined," Zayne rumbles, his words muffled against your sex. He looks up at you, his eyes glinting as he holds your gaze. "I could feast on this sweet cunt for hours, my love."
He then seals his mouth over your clit, suckling hard as he slides two long fingers deep inside you. He pumps them slowly, curling and twisting, stroking that spot that makes you moan his name. Your back arches off the bed as you cry out, your head thrown back in ecstasy. Suddenly he pauses, looking up at you with a playful glint in his eye. He smirks, his fingers still buried deep inside your throbbing sex. "How about we make this interesting, love? We can practice what you've learned today."
He starts to withdraw his fingers slowly, his thumb brushing over your clit and making you gasp. "Let's start with a simple one. What's the medical term for the heart?" He watches your face, his fingers poised at your entrance, waiting for your response.
"Fuck, it's c-cardio," you stutter out, your voice breathless and shaky with desire.
"Good girl," Zayne purrs, rewarding you with a slow lick along your slit. "What's the primary function of the kidneys?" His fingers dip back inside you, pumping shallowly, teasing you as he waits for your answer. Your hips twitch, trying to pull him deeper, but you force yourself to focus.
"F-filtration and secretion," you manage to say, your words coming out in a rush.
"That's right," Zayne murmurs, placing another lingering lick on your clit before suckling gently, rewarding your correct answer. "The liver's main function?"
"Nghh, m-metabolism and detoxification," you gasp, your head falling back as pleasure courses through you.
"Mmm, excellent. The brain's primary function?"
"I can't....Zayne please..." you pant, your fingers gripping the sheets as you fight the urge to grind yourself against Zayne's face. "I...its controlling and coordinating actions and..and ...activities,"
He wraps his lips around your clit and gently sucks it, his fingers pump faster, curling to stroke that special spot inside you with each thrust. You can feel your release building, your walls starting to flutter around his fingers.
"Lungs' primary function?" Zayne asks, his voice a low rumble against your sex.
"Res...respiration," you cry, your hips bucking up to meet his hand as your climax fast approaches.
"That's my clever girl," Zayne praises, sealing his mouth over your clit and sucking gently once again.
Zayne feels your walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers, knowing you are teetering on the brink of your climax. He looks up at you with intense eyes, his voice low and urgent.
"This is the most important question, my love. How many chambers does the heart have?"
His fingers pump faster, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside you with each thrust. His thumb rubs firm circles over your clit, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
"Four!" you scream, your voice breaking and cracking with the intensity of your impending climax. At your desperate scream of the correct answer, Zayne dives back in, his mouth latching onto your sex with renewed hunger. His tongue circles your clit exactly four times, each rotation perfectly measured and deliberate.
As he completes the fourth rotation, you finally shatter. Your body convulses as your orgasm crashes over you like, your sex clenching and fluttering wildly around his fingers.
Zayne groans, feeling your release gush over his tongue and fingers. He works you through it, his mouth and hands never stopping their assault, drawing out your pleasure until you collapse back onto the bed, boneless and spent.
Zayne crawls up your body, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride. He cups your face, capturing your lips in a kiss that steals your breath away. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only makes you feel more desired.
"Good girl," Zayne praises. "You did so well, my love. I'm so proud of you."
You try to sit up, but Zayne gently but firmly presses you back down onto the bed, his hands resting on your shoulders. He shakes his head, giving you a playful smirk as he tucks you in snugly under the covers, pulling them up to your chin.
"Where do you think you're going, love? You need to rest now," Zayne says softly, his voice filled with a tender warmth that makes your heart flutter. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering to caress your cheek.
"You've had a long day. I want you to sleep now, sweetheart. Let your body recover and recharge." He settles in next to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you close, spooning you from behind. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling the scent of your hair as he holds you possessively, protectively.
His hand rests on your stomach, his thumb rubbing gentle circles, a comforting, lulling motion. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back and the soothing sound of his voice soon has you both drifting off into a peaceful sleep. Unaware that once you both become respected doctors in your respective fields, you find yourself transported back to this day every time someone mentions the four chambers of the heart.
It could be during a lecture, a patient consultation, or even a casual conversation with a colleague. The moment the words "four chambers" leave their lips, you're instantly transported back to that bedroom, with Zayne's head between your legs, his tongue circling your clit in perfect, deliberate rotations as you screamed out the answer that brought you to the most intense orgasm of your life.
You'll feel a rush of heat to your cheeks, and you'll have to bite back a smile, glancing over at Zayne to see if he was also transported to that moment. More often than not, you catch him looking at you with a knowing, smoldering gaze, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. You know he's thinking about the same thing.
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frodosrings Ā· 2 days ago
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what (some of) the men from lotr would do for you on valentineā€™s day
sfw! gn!
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frodo: it wouldnā€™t be a massive day of celebration in his eyes, as he celebrates his love for you every other day of the year as well. it would be a relaxing day, he would take over all your tasks and chores and would be sure to keep a smile on your face throughout the hours. the day would be spent in your shared home, and most of it would be the two of you talking about anything and everything. it would be just like a normal day, but he would put effort into making you feel special. i can see him giving you a gift that he perhaps had been working on all year, maybe a bundle of letters or book. he would be thoughtful for sure, but not in anyway overwhelming.
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sam: you would wake up to the smell of him cooking a big breakfast, like usual, but today it would be over the top. fresh bread, fruit spreads, tea, eggs over easy, small cakes, buttermilk pancakes, this man has everything you could ever want on the ready. he would smile shyly as you took in all his work and blush when you wiped a flour smear from his chin. this man would do all the cooking and all the cleaning, he would not want your precious feet to touch the ground, but he wouldnā€™t say it with words. if you even tried to put away some dishes he would tell you to sit your pretty self down and allow him to take care of it. and yes, he did wake up before sunrise to make this large breakfast, and yes he did think of how much he loved you the whole time.
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aragorn: similar to frodo, valentineā€™s day isnā€™t all that much of a holiday for him. he doesnā€™t really understand why there is a dedicated day to show his love when he already does it all year round. however, he knows it is important to you, and he would make sure you feel his love in excess. heā€™d be more affectionate; wrapping his arms around you from behind as you looked out the window, braiding your hair, placing gentle kisses on your face each time he crossed your path, holding your hand everywhere you walked together, etc. he knows he can be a bit of a gruff man, so he makes sure to be extra gentle on this day.
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legolas: he would be excited to celebrate this day with you, as it is so new to him. he would definitely take you on a walk through the woods, holding your hand along with each step. heā€™d bring you to a secluded spring he found one day on patrol, and youā€™d both picnic on the grass beside the water. he is a soft and gentle lover, but is also extremely protective and can be fierce when he needs to be, so he is always checking in and making sure youā€™re enjoying yourself and feeling good. a smile would be on his face the whole day, especially when you both go for a relaxing swim in the spring.
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boromir: he is a gruff man, and definitely not used to valentineā€™s day. however, once he realizes it really isnā€™t that complicated, he would be all over it. it would give him an ā€œexcuseā€ to let out his very gentle side that he always feels he needs to keep somewhat hidden. he would shower you in compliments all day, whether it be the way your hair looks or the outfit you have on or how beautiful you look in front of the citadel windows. heā€™d pick some flowers and put them in your hair with a laugh. he would love the day, though heā€™d never admit it. he would make sure you felt loved in every aspect.
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merry: it would be a day of loving teasing back and forth, but heā€™d wedge gentle compliments in between. you would absolutely wake up with a pitcher of fresh flowers on your bedside table and merry leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, though he couldnā€™t keep up his smug act for long and would soon join you back in the bed where you would each lay beside one another and talk for hours. his fingers would never stop caressing your cheek, whether he noticed this or not.
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pippin: he would love valentineā€™s day, like really love it. heā€™d want to go all out with the handwritten card and the flowers and baked goods and all that. he would dote on you all day, and would do absolutely anything you asked with the biggest smile on his face. his favourite pastime is making you feel loved, so of course valentineā€™s day would be his favourite day of the year. heā€™d take you out for a meal and a drink in the evening, and you both would share laughs and a few pints.
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faramir: similar to legolas, this man is a gentle lover, and will especially show it on valentineā€™s day. your ears would always be filled with soft praise and your body would always have at least one of his hands on it somewhere, though most likely your waist or back. he would kiss you after nearly each sentence, and would run you a nice bath in the evening. he would definitely have a heartfelt letter for you, and would hold you in his arms all evening in front of the fire. he would not let a moment go by without you feeling absolutely cherished.
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Ć©omer: heā€™s not usually one for holidays such as this, and he used to not enjoy them at all until he met you. now, you each have a tradition every year of going on a long horseback ride in the morning to a quiet meadow by the mountains where youā€™d spend the day just being in each others presence. heā€™d carry you around with a laugh once he helped you down from the horse. he could make you feel as light as the air. he would praise smugly you and wouldnā€™t be able to keep his hands off you, even for a moment.
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haldir: he is a bit aloof about valentineā€™s day, not exactly knowing it existed until you two got together. he is a quiet man, but fiercely protective, and would make sure no other man even looked at you. i donā€™t think he is much of a gift giver, but he would definitely pick you some flowers from the forest. heā€™d spend the entire day with you, not allowing any work to get in the way, and would absolutely make you the centre of his world. he would be especially tender this day, and would really do anything you wanted to.
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the-mandawhor1an Ā· 2 days ago
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Searching for the stars pt.3 | Marcus Acacius x f!Reader
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Summary: You could have never guessed how much your life would change when you first looked into the dark brown eyes of a stranger who showed up at your work place one day, claiming to be a Roman general who presumably died 1800 years ago.Ā 
Words: 2.1kĀ 
Tags: Time travel; puppy Marcus; fluff galore; wedding; we might need tissues; no use of y/n;
(further tags omitted to not spoil the outcome)
Speech in italics indicates that Latin is being spoken.
Notes: Part 3 comes just in time for valentines and I did not hold back on the fluff. Happy end incoming. (Also there might be a prequel, who knows)Ā 
Comments etc. are appreciated
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ā€œHey, wake up,ā€ you were awoken by a raspy, sweet voice, whispered into your ear as soft kisses wandered all the way down the side of your neck towards your shoulder. You felt another body right behind you, snuggling against your back and one arm around your waist. ā€œIā€™m awake,ā€ you yawned and turned your head. ā€œGood morning,ā€ you greeted the man behind you with a soft smile, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. ā€œGood morning, my love.ā€Ā 
You turned your body around to face him, placing a kiss on his lips, which he eagerly returned. ā€œWhat if I donā€™t want to get up?ā€ you teased, running your fingers through his dark curls. ā€œGuess weā€™re not getting married, then,ā€ he concluded with a shrug, rotating his head to look into your eyes. You knew he didnā€™t mean it, but you joined into the discussion nonetheless. ā€œNo, thatā€™s unacceptable.ā€ ā€œWell,ā€ he hummed and nudged his nose against yours, ā€œthen you have to get up, my precious.ā€ You let out a sigh in protest. ā€œFine.ā€ A soft kiss later, you rose and got out of bed.Ā 
It was still very early in the morning. You both had to get ready and you preferred to have enough time to prep just in case things didnā€™t go according to your plan. First, you hopped into shower, taking your sweet time to mentally and physically prepare you for the long day ahead. Fresh coffee greeted you when you returned to your kitchen. Marcus looked absolutely delicious in the black polo, casually leaned against the kitchen counter, a mug of coffee in his hand too. As soon as you had walked over to get your coffee, he wrapped his unoccupied arm around you, pulling you close to his warm body. ā€œHow are you feeling?ā€ ā€œExcited,ā€ you replied, raising the coffee to your lips and taking a careful sip. It was still a mystery to you how he did it, but the coffee always tasted better when he made it.Ā 
ā€œNot nervous?ā€ he asked, a smirk creeping up to his lips. ā€œNot at all. I get to marry my best friend.ā€ As soon as you had finished your sentence, his smirk had turned into a full-blown grin. Infected by his expression, you grinned as well, suspecting you knew why your reply made him grin like this. ā€œI did it again, didnā€™t I?ā€ He nodded. ā€œYou sure did. Even with the same facial expression.ā€Ā 
You leaned in closer, allowing him to kiss your forehead while you hummed approvingly. ā€œIsnā€™t it boring that Iā€™m so predictable?ā€ you asked, not really meaning it, though. Nevertheless, your fiancĆ© refused to even entertain the thought. ā€œYou know that I would never grow tired of you.ā€ With the bald patch in his beard just within reach, you kissed the heart-shaped spot and whispered against his skin ā€œkeep some of the sweet talk for your vows.ā€ Marcus hummed as well, closing his eyes for a second. ā€œI have plenty more.ā€ ā€œYou sure do,ā€ you said as you stole another kiss. Finally, you focused on your coffee and the schedule for the day.Ā 
Instead of doing it like everyone would expect, you and Marcus got ready together. None of you believed seeing the bride before the ceremony would bring bad luck, so it just made sense. Besides, you were there to help him in case he needed it. He had gotten adapted to the 21st century quite nicely, but every now and then, he would get stuck and you were ready to help. Additionally, getting ready with him meant you could sneak in a few more kisses and spend time with him ā€“ as if you didnā€™t get enough with him.Ā 
Curiously, Marcus watched as you did your own makeup, watching you though the open bathroom door. He had seen it before, but his fascination with you never ended. Every time you came out with a hand mirror to check if you looked horrible in natural light, he seemed completely hypnotized by the mere sight of you. Of course, the first steps looked a little weird, but with every in-between check, the vision of your wedding makeup became clearer and the love in his eyes grew. ā€œYouā€™re so beautiful,ā€ slipped out of him, speechless otherwise so his brain defaulted back to Latin. ā€œSays the handsome one,ā€ you responded, lowering the mirror to give him a warm smile. It was as if you could the little hearts in his eyes. ā€œCome on, Iā€™m an old man.ā€ You shook your head. ā€œStop that, youā€™re not.ā€Ā 
Just some time later, you assisted him in buttoning his shirt up and adding the bow-tie. Technically he could do it himself, but it was hard to keep your hands off of him when he looked this good. ā€œDo you remember when you did that for the first time?ā€ You looked up to him, the same expression on his face now that had been there all this time ago. By now it felt like it was years ago. ā€œIt was your first full day here, of course I remember.ā€ How could you forget? Your life project, the work you had put your everything in, practically coming to life and he was there, in your apartment, in all of his glory. ā€œI thought about kissing you back then,ā€ he confessed. How would you have reacted to it, you wondered. ā€œWell, you can kiss me all you want now.ā€Ā 
Taking the invitation, he leaned in and kissed you a bit hungrier than usual, causing you to pull back. ā€œCareful, the makeup will smudge,ā€ you reminded him, but it fell on deaf ears. ā€œI donā€™t care,ā€ he growled. ā€œI do!ā€ A soft chuckle escaped his lips. ā€Save that for later.ā€ You rolled your eyes in a playful manner. ā€œIdiot.ā€ ā€œAll your fault.ā€Ā 
When it came to getting into your dress, Marcus of course helped you. ā€œYouā€™re so beautiful,ā€ he swooned, not able to take his eyes off of you. ā€œSo are you,ā€ you purred. Not wanting the opportunity to go to waste, you took a few pictures in your apartment, before wind might ruin your getup or tears that would surely come sooner or later could mess with your makeup. Marcus looked absolutely gorgeous in his suit and as persistent as he was in telling you you looked like Venus herself would get jealous, you thought he looked like the most beautiful man he had ever seen.Ā 
The way to the courthouse was short, you and your husband-to-be holding hands all the way there. The courthouse was small and just minimalistically decorated, you werenā€™t expecting many guests. Your fiancĆ© lacked family members and everyone you had invited knew why this was the case. As strange as it sounded at first, they had adapted to him just as he had to adapt to the modern times. The ceremony was relatively short, there was no need to mention religion and you would save your vows for the reception afterwards. Your hand was buried in Marcusā€™s when you listened to the officiantā€™s speech.Ā 
Marcus never stopped looking at you, and a knowing glance was exchanged when the officiant mentioned intertwined fates. You winked at him, he gently squeezed your hand in return. When it came to exchanging the rings, Marcus tugged at your heart strings badly. With your shaking hand in his, he gently slid the wedding band onto your finger and softly said ā€œI promise Iā€™ll be the husband you deserve, in sickness and in health. Until my last breath.ā€ As soon as he saw you tear up, tears sparkled in his eyes as well. ā€œAnd Iā€™ll be the wife you begged the stars for, until my last breath.ā€ This was it for the vows, at least for now. You were sure he still had a lot more to say in private, and so had you. He kissed you gently, but pulled you in close, one hand in the back of your neck. A little protest escaped you when he pulled back. ā€œLater, my love,ā€ he whispered against your temple before he placed another kiss on your skin.Ā 
The party after the ceremony was held in a back room of a somewhat fancy restaurant. You had cake, coffee, lots of fun and later in the day you also had dinner together. You had danced so much with Marcus that your feet felt a little numb and you were thankful to be sitting. Marcus looked so good in the gray suit, especially in the softer light the candles gave off. The silver threads in the fabric sparkled just like the grays in his hair did. He was so damn perfect and he was all yours. Your husband. It felt surreal, like a fairytale that had turned into your reality. It felt like yesterday when you first laid eyes on him; the general. Marcus Acacius, general of the Roman empire.
While you were having dinner, he had his hand on your thigh rather than holding your hand, you needed it to eat, after all. Still it felt so intimate with him, him never breaking contact with you one way or another. His love was so obvious, so pure. Despite your concerns for him, he managed to carry conversations all on his own, switching between English and Italian every now and then, sometimes mixing the two. It made you wonder if he had practiced in secret.Ā 
Back at home, it was about 11 at this point, you slow danced on the balcony, still in your wedding dress, under the stars, with just him and you. ā€œI love you, Marcusā€ ā€œI love you too.ā€Ā 
You looked up an him, there was a sparkle in his eyes, brighter than you had ever seen before. ā€œWe havenā€™t exchanged vows,ā€ he reminded you, placing a kiss on your lips. ā€œIf you want to see me cry so badly, do it.ā€ A grin crept up to his lips. ā€œIf theyā€™re tears of joy Iā€™m fine with them. Ready?ā€ You nodded and cuddled up to him, leaned your head against his shoulder. You felt him take a deep breath before he started. ā€œI promise to protect you and make sure you receive all the admiration, adoration and support you deserve. I want to make sure you know how precious you are to me and how much I love you.ā€ With a soft hum, you raised your head and kissed his cheek. ā€œand I promise to be there when you need me. Iā€™ll take care of you and make sure youā€™ll never miss your old life.ā€Ā 
He leaned his head against yours. ā€œI thank the gods for allowing me to have a second chance, to fall in love with you all over again.ā€ ā€œUbi tu gaius, ibi ego gaia,ā€ you said and cupped his face in your hands. And there were tears in both of your eyes, but you knew he just teared up because you were crying. ā€œI hope today wasnā€™t too much for you,ā€ you added. Marcus shook his head. ā€œItā€™s fine. You had fun and I had something beautiful to look at all day.ā€ He grinned and you shut him up with yet another kiss.Ā 
Still caged in his arms, you turned around so you could look at the stars together. ā€œHow was your first wedding?ā€ you asked him, leaning your head against his again. ā€œBigger than this. Less formal. Way more alcohol and louder.ā€ He chuckled. You could barely imagine what a wedding back then had looked like, but you were sure he had been just as happy as he was right now. ā€œWhat about Astra?ā€ ā€œStrikingly beautiful. She was in tears more times than I could count on our wedding day. She was so happy.ā€ With a sigh he kissed your temple and pulled you in closer. ā€œWe donā€™t have to talk about her any more. I know she is happy and safe. Whether itā€™s in my arms or in the afterlife with our daughter.ā€Ā 
Speaking ofā€¦Ā 
ā€œHave you ever had a name for her?ā€ ā€œNo, Astra wanted to wait until our child was with us before we would choose a name. She didnā€™t like the idea of just calling her Acacia after me.ā€ ā€œI really like the name Stella,ā€ you said as you closed your eyes and let your body sink against his. Marcusā€™s chest rumbled. ā€œMh.ā€ ā€œYou donā€™t like it?ā€ ā€œI do but why have you picked a name for a child you donā€™t ā€“ā€Ā 
As you opened your eyes again, you saw the expression on his face go from confused to surprised. His mouth fell open and soon enough his lower lip quivered. There were tears in his eyes and you knew there were about a million thoughts racing through his mind in this moment. ā€œYouā€™reā€¦ā€ You nodded. ā€œWe are. Itā€™s a girl.ā€Ā Ā 
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seenoversundown Ā· 3 days ago
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Good For Me
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Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)
Warnings: FLUFF ROMANCE CUTIE PATOOTIES, mentions of minor injury (blood/bandaging) failed attempts at reservations, insinuation of sex, flirting, more cute stuff, I mean itā€™s Jake & Char guys.
Word Count: 3k.
Author's Note: I will always take the opportunity to revisit these two šŸ„¹ Their stories practically fall out of my brain onto the metaphorical paper.
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Jake POVĀ 
ā€œTime to wake up, baby,ā€ her voice was always the best thing to hear when I woke up. Pressing her lips against my temple before she whispers, ā€œGood morning.ā€Ā 
My eyes hardly open, but I can smell the fresh coffee sitting next to me. Peeking down, I see a tray with a blurry plate of food.Ā 
ā€œBreakfast?ā€ I ask, pulling her face in slowly. ā€œMmm, youā€™re too sweet.ā€ Leaving a few kisses on her lips, her laugh is the second-best thing to hear in the morning.Ā 
She carefully slips back into bed with me. I swear she would have fed me if I let her. Romantic little thing she is. It takes a million times longer to get through food when all I want to do is kiss her precious face.Ā 
ā€œImagine,ā€ she starts, lazily kissing me before finishing her thought. ā€œWhen we can do this every day.ā€ Hardly hovering over my lips, feeling every word come out.Ā 
ā€œHoney, all you have to do is say the word,ā€ I tell her and I mean it so seriously. The day she wants to move in, I will do whatever I have to in order for her to be comfortable.Ā 
She plays with the ends of my hair for a moment before looking up at me. Her raspy little voice whispered, ā€œMaybe once weā€™re engaged.ā€Ā 
ā€œReally?ā€ I ask. Fighting every urge to go pull the ring out from my closet. She would kill me if I proposed today. She loves romcoms, but I think the cliche would take her out.Ā 
ā€œMhm,ā€ she hums. ā€œLeaving you every few days is hard nowā€” itā€™ll only be harder after that.ā€Ā 
All I can do at the moment is kiss her. The fact the ring has been sitting in my closet for so long is killing me, but I have been holding out until she seems more ready for it. She would have been my wife already if it were just up to me.Ā 
ā€œThat sounds like a deal to me, Red.ā€Ā 
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Getting out of bed proved to be much more difficult today. Neither of us necessarily cared for Valentineā€™s Day, but we also spoiled each other all the time. Not to say that I didnā€™t come up with the best plans, because, well, I did.Ā 
ā€œGet some reading in, and then we can dress up.ā€ I lean down, kissing her forehead. ā€œI have everything planned for us tonight.ā€Ā 
ā€œOh, do you?ā€Ā 
ā€œMhmm,ā€ I hum. Smiling as she stares up at me, running my hand over her head gently. ā€œI have to remind everyone how lucky I am.ā€Ā 
ā€œJacob,ā€ she coos as her arms slink around my neck.Ā 
ā€œMmm, you can keep saying that,ā€ I mumble, practically falling back into bed. ā€œI have to go downstairs for a little bit just to get everything ready so I can be all yours later.ā€Ā 
She lets out a little sigh, ā€œIā€™ll miss you.ā€ Pouting that perfect little lip out as she looks at me.Ā 
ā€œHoney, stoooopā€”ā€œ I start, grazing my thumb over her pout. ā€œIā€™ll be back before you know it,ā€ I tell her as I start to stand back up.Ā 
ā€œWaitā€”ā€œ she lets out. I turn around to look at her, with only my jeans pulled on, buttoning them as she rakes her eyes over me. Suddenly, looking at the ceiling and muttering, ā€œThank you.ā€Ā 
Through a chuckle, I ask, ā€œwho are we thanking?ā€Ā 
ā€œCass, God, anybody who will listen,ā€ she tells me.
ā€œFor what?ā€Ā 
She smirks when she says, ā€œFor giving me a fine ass man.ā€
Giggling as I grab a shirt from my closet, I slowly make my way back over to her while I button, just the few bottom ones. Looking at her through my eyebrows and mumbling, ā€œThis fine ass man is gonna go to work now. Sooner I get down there, the sooner Iā€™ll be yours for the rest of the night.ā€Ā 
ā€œWell, what are you waiting forā€” go!ā€ She rambles out against my lips. ā€œI love you! Donā€™t get lost! Make good choices!ā€Ā 
Laughing into her, ā€œI love you.ā€Ā 
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The down side of having a few more bartenders now, as opposed to just my family essentially, is that they are significantly more worried about everything. Which I appreciate in a staff, that they want me to be aware of things and donā€™t want to do something wrong, but godā€“ life was easier when it was just Josh and I.Ā 
I ran through all the possible scenarios and everything seemed normal. Not that the bar gets that busy on Valentineā€™s Day, but I do want to make sure they are all situated and comfortable before Iā€™m gone for the day. Learning to step away more has been difficult, but when your girlfriend lives a few hours away, you learn quickly to relinquish a little control.Ā 
Hardly a minute goes by, sitting in my office, and my phone starts buzzing.Ā 
ā€œHi, is this Jacob?ā€ A womanā€™s voice asks quietly.Ā 
ā€œYes?ā€Ā 
ā€œAhh, Iā€™m so sorry to do this to you today, butā€“ā€ her voice sounding timid, which doesnā€™t sit well with me.Ā  ā€œUnfortunately..Ā  we overbooked for this evening.ā€
ā€œOh,ā€ practically falls out of my mouth.
She sighs, sounding a bit defeated. ā€œIā€™m really so sorry. Weā€™re not entirely sure how this happened.ā€Ā 
ļæ½ļæ½Ā ā€œNo, thatā€™s okay. I understand,ā€ I try to sound the least amount of irritated as I can. ā€œThank you.ā€Ā 
Fuck.Ā 
Frantically turned on my computer, determined to find a replacement restaurant that we could go to. It wasnā€™t necessarily crucial that we went there todayā€“ I just knew that Char really wanted to go. Iā€™ll take her there next time sheā€™s here for the weekend; that part isnā€™t a big deal.Ā 
After spending a few minutes googling some options, there are a few that we could go toā€”calling every single one to make a reservation, just in case. Did I need to do that? No. But Iā€™m not going to let today get messed up. In the midst of a phone call, the flowers I ordered for her were delivered to me. Whispering, thank you as I sign for them; I canā€™t lie, I do feel a little crazy with the amount of things Iā€™m trying to juggle at the moment.Ā 
Once I have reservations at four different restaurants, I do one more round through the bar and check in with two who are working, making sure they feel comfortable.Ā 
ā€œJust call me if you need me, but I know you two can handle it.ā€Ā 
Running upstairs, flowers in hand and things are finally feeling like theyā€™re back on track. Sneaking inside, itā€™s a little embarrassing how excited I always am to see her.Ā 
Calling out to her as I walk through the door, ā€œHoney?ā€Ā 
She walks out from the hallway, wrapped in a towel but her make up and hair are perfectly done. Her eyes lighting up as she looks at me. I donā€™t think there will be a day where she doesnā€™t leave me speechless.Ā 
ā€œUm,ā€ I hesitate, as if this is the first time Iā€™ve seen her like this. ā€œI got these for you.ā€Ā 
She reaches out, taking the little bundle of flowers from me, ā€œYouā€™re too sweet.ā€ Leaning against my chest and kissing my cheek, but quickly wiping her thumb over the spot. She quietly giggles, ā€œApparently, this lipstick isnā€™t kiss-proof.ā€Ā 
ā€œYou can make a mess of me later,ā€ I whisper to her, tilting her chin up so I can lightly kiss her. ā€œWhat are you wearing tonight?ā€Ā 
She tugs me along with her back to my room, grabbing a short black dress off my bed. My head may as well have been spinning when she dropped her towel. Watching her slip into this tight little dress. The satin hugging every part of her body and I have to refrain from being too excited about it.Ā 
ā€œCan youā€“ā€ she starts to ask but just turns around so I can finish zipping the back for her. And at the end of the day, Iā€™m still a man. Leaning down, leaving a few kisses on her shoulder and creeping up her neck.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re unreal,ā€ I mumble next to her ear.Ā 
She pulls out a black button-up for me, but I have to make sure sheā€™s just as excited as I am. Grabbing my rings from my nightstand and slipping them on, and naturally pulling out my nicer watch. Letting her help me put it on, not because I needed the help, but feeling her hands on me in any way is everything I want.Ā 
ā€œBaby,ā€ Charā€™s voice rings from behind me as Iā€™m spraying a little more cologne. Turning to her, sheā€™s holding my phone out.Ā 
Itā€™s one of the bartenders.Ā 
ā€œHey, whatā€™s up?ā€Ā 
Her voice sounds timid as she says, ā€œHey, thereā€™s a uh.. situation down here.ā€Ā 
My eyes shut tightly, asking, ā€œWhat kind of situation?ā€ Charā€™s eyebrows shoot up as she watches me.Ā 
ā€œWell, um,ā€ she hesitates. ā€œWe were just prepping some things, and she may have slipped a little with a knife while she was cutting up some limes andā€“ā€
My head falls back, trying not to get mad, ā€œIā€™ll be right there.ā€Ā 
ā€œIs everything okay?ā€ Charā€™s voice is quiet.Ā 
I let out a long breath, shaking my head gently as I looked at her. ā€œThere was a lime cutting incident.ā€ Grabbing both of her hands, I tell her, ā€œIā€™m so sorry. I just need to go make sure sheā€™s okay real quick.ā€Ā 
ā€œItā€™s not your fault,ā€ she whispers, slipping one of her hands away to smooth out my brows. Not realizing how stressed I actually looked. ā€œJust do what you need to do.ā€Ā 
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The way it was explained over the phone was definitely a sugar-coated version of what I walked into. Grateful that the bar wasnā€™t overloaded with people, but seeing one of your bartenders completely pale trying to mix drinks is not the best look.Ā 
ā€œHey, come with me,ā€ I tap her arm. Walking her to the back room, and having her just sit on the floor for me. ā€œCan I look at it?ā€Ā 
She nods, and I can see the way sheā€™s fighting the tears. Unwrapping the paper towel bandage sheā€™d made for herself, it was not a pretty sight. That looks like it fucking hurts. Draping the paper towel back over it, I quickly grab everything from the first aid box we have.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m gonna redo this, okay?ā€ I ask, but itā€™s really more of a telling situation. ā€œItā€™s probably going to be uncomfortable, and you can cuss me out if you want. I just donā€™t need you getting infected.ā€Ā 
Looking at her, still white as a ghost but letting out a small laugh.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ I let out as I started wiping off the nasty cut. Seeing her wince makes me stop for a second, so Iā€™m not making her completely miserable. Even after the little break, I carefully try to clean it as much as I can, but itā€™s a pretty deep cut. Lifting her hand so I can make sure to clean off any extra blood that may have dripped, but moving it must have been the last straw when I hear the sad exhale.Ā 
The tears finally escaped, and I canā€™t deny that Iā€™m impressed with how long she lasted. She looks like a mess between me trying to clean up one hand, and then sheā€™s still regaining color in her face, and now sheā€™s crying.Ā 
ā€œHey, itā€™s okay,ā€ I whisper. Moving a bit quicker with the rest of it; dropping a tiny bit of ointment into the pad of the bandaid and wrapping it fairly tight around her finger. ā€œThere you go- itā€™s over.ā€Ā 
Watching as she cries into her not damaged hand for a second, my heart hurts for her. Sheā€™s hardly over twenty-one and very sweet; Iā€™ve been lucky that she goes to college nearby, even if she only works part-time. I canā€™t make her stay after this.Ā 
ā€œWhy donā€™t you go home? We can figure out a different night for you,ā€ I tell her, gently rubbing her arm, hoping itā€™ll help calm her down. ā€œLet me get you some water so you can come back to life before you drive, though.ā€Ā 
Me: that was horrificĀ 
Char: oh no :( is she okay now?Ā 
Me: Ā better but Iā€™m sending her home
Me: she started crying I canā€™t make her stayĀ 
It only took a little bit for her to seem a bit more stable, but I sat with her until she looked alive enough to drive home. Meanwhile, I had been texting everyone else, trying to find someone to come in on short notice.Ā 
The only option right now is to see if Josh can get here early enough for me to escape. But I know those lovebirds are probably off and in a different universe at this point. Which I canā€™t fault him for, I did give him the day off. Ā 
The customers start rolling in, I glance over at the bartender I have left, ā€œHey, Iā€™m just gonna go call Charlotte real quick. Iā€™ll be right back.ā€
She throws me a thumbs-up before walking over to someone whoā€™s about to sit down.Ā 
ā€œHoney, Iā€™m so sorry,ā€ the only way Iā€™d describe how I sound is desperate. ā€œIā€™ll make it up to you.ā€
She almost laughs, ā€œItā€™s okay.ā€
ā€œNo, no, itā€™s not. I had this whole thing and-ā€ I start to rattle off my plan when she cuts me off.Ā 
ā€œBaby, Iā€™m not mad at you.ā€ I couldnā€™t ask for a better woman in my life, I swear to god. She sweetly asks,Ā  ā€œDo you want me to help with anything?ā€
ā€œHoney, no, absolutely not,ā€ I tell her. Disappointed isnā€™t a strong enough word for how I felt when I told her, ā€œIā€™ll try to get someone to come in for the rest of the night if I can, but Iā€™m not sure if thatā€™s going to happen.ā€
Her voice was still calm, telling me, ā€œJust do what you have to, okay? I love you.ā€Ā 
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The rest of the night was like a blur. More people ended up coming in than I would have expected on a romantic holiday, but I guess where else do you go when youā€™re single on Valentineā€™s Day but a pirate-themed bar?Ā 
Grateful for the bartender that I did have tonight; she absolutely handled the crowd better than I expected after the way her shift started. Nobody deserves to play doctor when they arenā€™t prepared for it. I tipped her out as quickly as possible so she could get home and sleep off the chaos that she dealt with.Ā 
Standing there, listening to Night Moves as usual, while I shut down the POS when I can feel the energy in the room shift.Ā 
ā€œHey,ā€ Charā€™s voice softly graces my ears from behind me.
ā€œHey you,ā€ I let out before asking, ā€œWhat are you doing down here?ā€ Reaching my hand out to her, pulling her in close.
ā€œI have an idea,ā€ She tells me quietly. ā€œJust finish whatever you need to.ā€ Kissing my cheek but not wiping it off this time.Ā 
ā€œYou look beautiful, by the way,ā€ I tell her as she sneaks off down the hall.Ā 
Itā€™s only a few minutes before I have everything taken care of behind the bar, and sheā€™s been scurrying around the whole time. I wouldnā€™t have guessed her plan in a million years.Ā 
Walking over to the corner booth, a candle lit in the middle of it with a little charcuterie board next to it. Her favorite throw blanket was tossed onto the seat. Feeling her hands slide around my waist from behind, turning me around to her.Ā 
ā€œI made us some food since you got stuck down here,ā€ She says quietly, fixing my collar and scooting the chain of my necklace so the clasp is behind me again. She winks at me when she says, ā€œI figured you would have drinks covered.ā€
ā€œOf course,ā€ my voice and eyes soften as I look at her.Ā  ā€œWhat would you like, honey?ā€Ā 
ā€œI think Valentineā€™s Day calls for wine,ā€ she gently taps my lips a few times before sliding into the booth.Ā 
Walking back with our wine, I hand hers over, ā€œFor you.ā€ Sliding into the booth with her, trying not to laugh at the way she had her legs wrapped up in the blanket.Ā 
ā€œSo, what happened with the lime incident?ā€ she asks.Ā 
Taking a couple minutes to explain what happened, without saying anything too gross. I donā€™t want to ruin the mood or our ability to eat.Ā 
ā€œEnough about work,ā€ I breathe out, grabbing one of her hands and kissing the back of it. ā€œI love you. Iā€™ll still find a night to take you out.ā€Ā 
ā€œIā€™m just happy to see you,ā€ she beams at me. ā€œEspecially when youā€™re dressed like this.ā€Ā 
She very intentionally and obviously checks me out, hitting me with a cheesy little wink after. God, I love her. I canā€™t resist kissing her a few times, giggling into each other like we always have. Itā€™s like the honeymoon stage never went away with this girl.Ā 
ā€œYou didnā€™t have to wait up for me,ā€ I tell her, feeling a bit guilty at how late it is.
Her hand cups my jaw as she looks at me, ā€œYou looked so sad earlier. I couldnā€™t let the day be a complete fail.ā€Ā 
My head tilts, leaning into her hand as my eyes shut, just soaking up the moment. Laughing as I tell her, ā€œI swear one of these years Iā€™ll get better at this.ā€Ā 
ā€œWell, lucky for youā€” we have a lot of Valentineā€™s Days ahead of us,ā€ she giggles.Ā 
I glance around the room for a second, looking back over to her, ā€œWe could still make this one memorable.ā€ Wiggling my eyebrows at her, and her eyes light up at it.Ā 
ā€œIn here?ā€Ā 
ā€œLike our first time,ā€ I whisper, letting my hand slide up her thigh.Ā 
Her arms slip around my neck, smiling into a kiss before whispering, ā€œAye, aye, Captain.ā€Ā 
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flos-obsessivus Ā· 12 hours ago
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Hi, please ignore this if you want to, but in honor of today, could I request a snippet/hcs of how the boys would behave on Valentine's Day, or the equivalent in their world? What would they consider romantic enough to do on such a day, how would they like to spend it?
(I absolutely adore your page, and any crumb you give, I will be eternally grateful <3)
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As the day of hearts, we should already expect it to be very romantic and sweet, most of them would definitely give chocolates and flowers, each giving their representative flowers. Of course, personal gifts are also expected.
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If Lilian thought that giving you matching clothes is not enough, he would give you personal toys to use in the bedroom. If that's too much, gold, jewelry, and riches are another choice. Of course, before all of this he would have to ask you to become his Valentines, which he eventually did after hyping himself up for weeks. Hopefully you said yes, because it will sour Valentines day for the whole kingdom.
His plan for the day consists of visiting every shop that has a Valentines day couples special discounts, his favourites are those shops that has a 'kiss to confirm' policy. Though he always gets disappointed as the shop owners would usually give him the discount without needing to do the kiss. Nonetheless, he made sure to visit every shop and always go to where there are a lot of people, namely couples, to show you off.
And once the day ends, he will show you his own Valentines day special.
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Maleficus starts off the day by bringing you breakfast in bed, wherever you are. Yes, even if you are in Lilian's castle or the tower, just expect a 5 Michelin star breakfast once you wake up. After that, he would whisk you away somewhere deep in the fae woods where nobody will find you both for the whole day. The place is beautiful, it's at the bottom of a waterfall, surrounded by trees and so many flowers. Just off the waterfall is a table with fruits, cheeses and snacks.
For him, Valentines is a day for couples, so he chose to celebrate it with just the both of you. It's sweet, during the day you both would swim around the lake, eat the food or just lay around cuddling. Somewhere along the day, Maleficus has convinced you to remove your clothing, 'become like the fae of the lakes' as he says, you don't mind it as he promised nobody will dare gaze upon you except himself. He seemed to be more touchy after that.
Of course, as the sun dips below the horizon, it's time for you to retreat to bed, which was rather early for you. But behind the waterfall there is a cave, where the softest furs and fabric make up a bed, or nest, as Maleficus lovingly puts it. It's illuminated by the soft light of fireflies giving it a cozy look. Once you felt his tail wrap around your waist, you already know where this is going.
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The first thing you see once you wake up is Ivory's smirk and dilated pupils. By this point, you should quickly convince him to celebrate somewhere that is not his cottage, preferably somewhere there are lots of people, because once he has you in your arms, you are not going anywhere. Even you try to crawl away, dehydrated and tired, he'll just drag you back in bed.
If somehow, and in some way you managed to convince him to visit the kingdom, expect lots of glares and hisses, not to you, never you, but to other people just even glancing over you both. You would have to say sorry to them and tell them to not get close because he might have rabies and rush into alleyways to try to find a restaurant and steer clear of people in case he actually bites them.
Once you get home, his home, you'll be greeted with the sight of a bed full of Queen of the Night flowers and on top of it is a rather... risquƩ outfit. He's been charged all day so you'll indulge him just for tonight, won't you?
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You won't see much action during the day, but you will find gifts appear everywhere you go, all of them addressed to you. First is a great breakfast with a bouquet of flowers, a necklace which has a large oval obsidian as a centerpiece, and a letter telling you it's your day off and you have free reign in visiting the town. But you are to return to the castle at 7 pm. It is of course from Severin, as evident by the signature below the letter with a small drawn heart.
As you visit the town, you find yourself being given everything for free, even when you intended to pay for it. The most notable ones are a new outfit, expensive by the looks of it, which was given to you as soon as you passed by the boutique, and additional jewelry and shoes from other stores that suspiciously match the outfit given to you. Your attendee, whom insisted to come with you, quickly grabbed it from your hands and put it inside the carriage that has been following you since you went out of the castle.
Eventually after an eventful day of being alone, you are dragged towards your chambers where maids usher you into your new outfit and led you towards the castle's main balcony where Severin is waiting with a matching suit. In the middle is a candle lit dinner fit for a king and his (hopefully) future consort. He apologizes for leaving you alone because he's being busy but tonight is all about you both. And of course, the date is not complete with fireworks lighting up the sky.
As sweet as he is, he is kind of expecting for an overnight visit from you, which you give as a thank you for being so kind. You asked how he fared being away from you and expressed how surprised you are that he managed to do it. Of course, he doesn't tell you that he has always been with you, with the help of the necklace.
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lustviolence Ā· 1 day ago
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Happy Valentineā€™s Day~
Picture this, youā€™re watching me get ready for a date. See which panties I choose, which skirt I slip into, what sluty cropped top I managed to put on. You love that I end up in sheer tights before leaving the house.
I always make it a point to show up early on dates. Give myself time to prepare. which you love. Allows you plenty of time to sit next to me at the bar. Make small talk, slip something in my drink. Then watch me go on the worse date.
You can tell I donā€™t vibe with his conversation. I also realize I donā€™t feel good, and use it as the best excuse to leave. You follow me into the parking lot. Iā€™m stumbling now, what I thought was just a a headache is quickly turning into a blur as I use my car to hold my balance.
It was so easy for you to walk right over and just scoop me up and put me in the back sit. I donā€™t even remember you driving us back to your house. I wake up on your bed. Confused at my location but also cause my body feels all tingly.
Once my eyes adjust I see you. Youā€™re ripping my tights ā€œThatā€™s good your finally awake. God you dressed up so pretty, but he was such a bore right? Donā€™t worry I know what youā€™re into. God your gonna feel so goodā€
My eyes go wide as my brain begins to understand the situation. My legs are spread over your lap, youā€™re pulling my thong to the side and sliding your fingers in. ā€œFuck your so wet, I knew you liked thisā€
I try to stop your hands but my limbs feel heavy.
And itā€™s getting harder to focus, youā€™re circling my clit now. I try to squirm but you just pull my hips closer to you, causing my too to scrunch up and expose my tits. ā€œCome on now, youā€™re doing this on purpose huh?ā€
I feel my body shake as you bring me to an orgasm. You laugh and unzip your pants, pulling your cock out and teasing your tip against my pussy. ā€œFuck Iā€™m going to make you love thisā€
You feel my hard shaft gently rubbing against your clit ,feeling the warmth of my cock over your skin as i get closer , your breath exhale a bubbly soft moan , silencing it with a kiss your intoxicated mind betrays your sense of endangerment, responding with your tongue twisting mine.
Geting back for a second , you hear " you're really desperate for cock, are you? , between mumbles your pretty mouth words out a yes.
"Thats why you keep going on dates with losers? ..... it's a Shame, you looked too pretty and usable tonight to go back home horny ,i couldn't help myself from raping your sweet cunt i'm sorry .
You try to talk but using my left hand i accommodate my fat cock and force it's way in . Every inch fills your insides ,twitching your walls as the thickness stretches your cumhole. Your brain can't articulate words or fight back when im pacing slow strokes.
i hold your soft bouncy tits, just to put my mouth arround and suck them into being marked .
You can't oposse anymore , feels too good to your touched starved body giving in being "my valentine victim" , loudly moaning and gatherring your hands around my head ,grabbing my hair while I kept raping and drooling my tongue all over your niples.
The more i punched your cervix ,the more i felt your cream drench all over it .
The slow pace switched into a fast harsh pound .
what are you ? I asked with a raspy voice .Your intoxicated unconcious gave you the appropriate answer......
Your whore you replied between moans
What are you? I asked again louder
Your whore you screamed gasping
Hearing all that made me lose control ,hate fucking your pathetic cumhole in full force ,i kept pressing nonstop, building up the climax and draining all my cum deep inside.
The drugs , my body pressure, and feeling stuffed finally made you pass out .
After taking pictures of your pretty rapehole driping my cum out ,i seated by your side , groping your sleepycunt and filling it again .
Can't wait for round 2 when you wake up
( why im so obssesed over this? Did an anon matched my freak ? , i kept reading your words over and over again , and every single time made my cock throbb so much , dont know how to put it , wouldnt make justice for how this felt for me ,im going to conclude this with a silly question , where do you live ?)
Happy valentines to you too lovely , D.
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lesbiansanemi Ā· 25 days ago
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The sheer desperation and frenzied manner that I keep telling myself ā€œjust one more week just one more week just one more weekā€ to keep from snapping and going fucking insane is honestly getting concerning
#I think Iā€™m just at my limit#in a lot of ways but mostly in the fact that I have literally been unable to exist#by myself somewhere peaceful and quiet in MONTHS now#like because she isnā€™t work she is ALWAYS home so I canā€™t even get a couple hours to myself every now and then#I wake up in the morning and sheā€™s up stomping around and banging cabinet doors open and closed#and watching videos on her phone at such a loud volume I can hear it across the apartment with my door closed#I come home from work. same thing#I go to bed at night. same thing#does she ever FUCKING SLEEP????#like Iā€™m sorry maybe itā€™s the autism and it wouldnā€™t bother most ppl as badly#but if I donā€™t get some actual genuinely quiet time to myself where I donā€™t have to hear/deal with another person#I feel like Iā€™m gonna explode into shrapnel#also Iā€™m not exaggerating I hear literally every step she takes because she stomps around#I feel so bad for the ppl who live before us#it just ties back to her being completely situationally unaware and inconsiderate of literally everyone else#like girl you try to be quiet for the sake of other ppl and the fact that you never learned this is astounding#also Iā€™m so goddamn fucking sick of her cat itā€™s like he knows weā€™re leaving so heā€™s being as god awful as possible#he has ripped apart a lot of the boxes Iā€™ve gotten for moving#and has been antagonizing my cat even MORE often and then morning she has scratches on her face from him šŸ™ƒ#and yes this is while my roommate was out sitting on the couch and did fuck all to get him to stop#because she still thinks itā€™s funny and my cat is ā€˜just a bitchy girl whoā€™s playing hard to getā€™#I need it to be the first so bad so so so so fucking bad GET ME OUT OF HEREEEEEEE#kaz rambles
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starrbucky Ā· 9 months ago
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#cant believe i spent three years telling myself he was just a guy and i was in love with the idea of him not the real him#and that he was nothing special yada yada yada#and then he had the AUDACITY to come back into my life and prove to me that i was WRONG#and i tried SO HARD to deny it but hes SO GOOD goddamn him#hes sooo kind and thoughtful and smart and gentle and i HATE HIM i want to see him every day for the rest of MY LIFE#i want to make him breakfast!!! do you know how bad it has to be for me to want to make a man ANYTHING?#i want to cook a nice warm breakfast and bring it to him in bed and wake him up gently and all that shit that makes me want to VOMIT#FOR A MAN#i cant stress how fucking out of the ordinary that is for me#and still he wants nothing to do with me!#he cares about me. and he obviously thinks im smart and has a pretty good opinion of me#and theres no doubt hes attracted to me cause he cant treat me like a normal fucking human being and be my friend without hitting on me#but he does not WANT ME#he doesnt eat breakfast! hes always in a rush in the morning so he prefers to just skip it! he wouldnt eat breakfast in bed anyway!#and now that ive finally come to this realisation hes fucking MOVING#and im the only one he told like WHY would he do that when he knows i cant be normal about him!!!#and when i reacted the way that i did to the news he tought i was worried about my promotion of all things#cause yeah hes also my boss in all of this since things were so easy#and im like how can you be the smartest person i know and also so fucking DUMB i dont give a shit about a promotion i want you to STAY#STAY.HERE.WHERE I AM. WHERE I CA MAKE YOU BREAKFAST AND PRETEND I JUST CASUALLY BROUGHT FOOD TO WORK WHEN I BROUGHT IT JUST SO THAT I COULD#OFFER IT TO YOU AND YOU COULD SAY NO. I KNEW YOU WOULD SAY NO AND I STILL WANT YOU TO STAY#and i cant say that to him cause i know he KNOWS and thered be no point but im fucking going craaaazy over this like THIS IS NOT ME#and in all of this i know i deserve better. cause i know hes stringing me along whether hes aware of it or not but im tired of this#this has been going on for five years now. im tired of it#and yet i yearnšŸ˜© boy do i yearn#anyway ill be back in a couple of months with the next installment of how this 5y half situationship is fucking over my life#for the time being just#ignore me
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churipu Ā· 1 year ago
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YOU SLEEPING ON A COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT š“† ā‹†ļ½”š–¦¹Ā°ā€§
featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader
note. i hv so many ideas right now apart from what i'm actually supposed to be focusing on, so...pls excuse me.
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GOJO SATORU. arguments with gojo are a pain in the ass, he's petty and everything will be a mess. he's so stubborn that it actually baffles you sometimes ā€” and he calls you rock head?
being a sorcerer is never an easy job. gojo wakes up every day, not knowing whether he'd die in a mission or get to live another day. so when you brought up your concerns about it to him, the male didn't take it lightly. things have been tight for him, and you're walking on eggshells for the past few days.
the slightest thing angered him, like how his sleeve got stuck on the door handle, or the way he curses out loudly when he stubs his toe on the coffee table. it puts him in a shitty mood, so when that happens, and you try to talk to him about his job.
gojo gets very pissy about it.
frankly, you understood where his anger comes from. and it was part of your fault to bother him the moment he came back from work exhausted, it was bound to happen so you weren't really blaming him at all from the projecting of his anger to you the night before ā€” he didn't say hurtful things, gojo knew better than that. all he did was tell you to leave him alone and get out of his sight for the night.
and you did. sleeping alone on the couch, all sprawled out, an arm dangling on the edge; while a string of drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.
you seemed to not mind having to sleep on the couch (under your own want). but your boyfriend did, the moment he knew your bed time strikes ā€” he came out of the room and eyed your sleeping form. guilt washing over him when all you did was care about his being and how dangerous the jujutsu world is.
gojo approaches you and gently carried you in his arms, an arm right under your bottom and his other arm around your waist. hoisting you up like a baby as your cheek leaned onto his shoulder, letting the drool blotch his shirt. he doesn't care at all.
the male tucks you in the bed, pulling the covers over you before slipping next to you, chest pressed to your back and an arm resting on your hip. gojo will never let you sleep a whole night on the couch, he will bring you to sleep with him and apologize the very next day for being such an ass.
he also, tried to make it up to you by cooking a classic english breakfast. which ended up in chaos ā€” and you both decided to order take out instead.
GETO SUGURU. geto is usually calm and collected; he doesn't really get angry at anything. even if he does, he mostly keeps it to himself unless it really bothers him. but since humans have certain capacities to their own emotion ā€” geto is not spared from being angry, no matter how calm he is.
after the death of amanai, you could feel him change. your geto. it was traumatizing for him, and you understood. always being there for him, never leaving him alone. the dark circles under his eyes were apparent, and it looked like he hasn't had a good night sleep for what seemed like . . . weeks, or months, if that's even possible.
geto appreciated your company, really. but sometimes, he also wanted to be left alone to dwell on his feelings. he didn't want to end up saying hurtful things to you because he was so angry at himself. but he did, and god was it horrible.
he was already feeling like shit before the argumentā€” which if you see, wasn't really an argument at all. it was one-sided, geto was telling you off and you didn't say anything back. because you knew he didn't mean it. he almost desperately begged for you to leave him alone because your presence was "annoying" him and he couldn't stand it.
although geto said it in a heap of moment. he didn't mean it, and before he could say anything else, you tell him that you were going to be sleeping on the couch, so if he needed anything he was free to come to you.
geto didn't stop you. he was busy hating on himself for telling you that ā€” and believe me when i say that he, right there, almost cried out of frustration.
he tossed and turned on his bed. where you were usually on too, beside him, holding his hand whilst he sleep. your hushed voice lulling him into a peaceful slumber; but you weren't there today, all because he told you to leave him alone. geto sat up, his eyelids heavy, but no matter how long he shut is, they always open back up.
with slow and heavy steps, he approaches you on the couch. and geto had always knew that you were a light sleeper, so his footsteps awoken you. seeing your eyes flutter open, geto slid on the couch, laying himself on top of you ā€” head on your chest, arms clutching onto your shirt like he's desperate for your presence, and his legs intertwining with yours.
getos' hushed apologies were heard as he leaned into your warmth, and you told him that you were never angry. brushing his hair, massaging his scalp using your fingertips before lulling him to sleep, and geto did. almost immediately. and so did you.
he could never sleep without you. whether it being on the bed, the couch, or anywhere else ā€” as long has you were with him, he will find the ability to drift off.
TOJI FUSHIGURO. is an ass. let's face it ā€” he wouldn't give a fuck if you decided to sleep on the couch after an argument, at least for the first couple of hours. toji is a blunt man, and he's a sole believer that nobody could bear sleeping on the couch when there's a bed in the house.
but you were there to prove him wrong.
after an argument going south, he finds you grabbing your pillow and then seeking shelter on the couch. and he clicked his tongue in annoyance, knowing you'd come crawling back on the mattress after a few hours ā€” because who'd choose the couch over the bed?
you. apparently.
he slept without a single care, thinking of words to say when you finally decided to come back on the bed. but when he woke up at three am, his arm searching to find your body, but realizing all he was catching was air ā€” he finally realized that you weren't coming back onto the bed.
and it annoyed him. he was angry that you weren't there. and at three am? he was already wide awake, walking out of the room angrily. but his gaze softened when he saw you asleep, the constant flashing light from the television panning on your body; toji walks over, snatches the remote and turns the device off.
letting out a soft sigh, toji squats down, flicking your forehead. and the action was enough to make you grimace lightly in your sleep ā€” although not enough to wake you up completely. the male chuckled and prepped an arm under the hollow under your knees, and an arm across your shoulder.
with ease he brought you into your shared room and he laid you down on the bed, covering your body with the blanket before he slips into his own portion of the bed. scooting closer to you as you instinctively nuzzled into his chest, seeking for comfort.
toji wouldn't admit that he was the one who brought you into the bed and would end up saying how you came crawling back at three am. you always find out the truth though, and toji tells you to forget about whatever he did because he won't be doing it again (he will).
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toothfa-1-ry Ā· 2 months ago
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OUR CAFE IN JEJU
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You and Dae ho plan to open a cafe in jeju after you both leave the games
GENRE: Angst
PAIRING: Kang Dae ho x gn!reader
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It's night time, or atleast you guess it was as you sit awake, your eyes slowly drifting to all the people who slept blissfully, as if though they all didn't just witness multiple killings
The sight almost disgusted you,
Almost
Gi hun, or no. 456, the man who oddly reminded you of your father, decided that everyone should take turns watching over your group as you all slept
Currently, it was your turn,
you find yourself leaning against the cold steel railing of the bed, your feet swinging softly going along with your steady breath
You don't mind the silence, it was a good break from the constant chaos, you didnt mean only in the games but also from real life
You always did prefer the silence anyways
"Oh y/n" followed by a stretched yawn, you watch as Dae ho sleepily crawled out from underneath the bed
"It's my turn now to watch over" he says despite his eyes still being closed shut and his speech languoress "you should get some rest"
A soft smile etched your face unconsciously upon seeing his drowsy state
You swear, you almost found the very sight cute
You shake your head softly "It's alright, i don't mind staying awake. I doubt I'd get any sleep anyway. You should rest"
Dae ho's eyebrows knitted upon hearing your words, immediately waking him up from his drowsiness
"Then I guess we'll both be staying awake" he props himself next to you, his signature grin on his face
This time your the one frowning, sighing as you insist the brawny man "Dae ho, seriously it's fine, you look sleepily anyway"
But this just seemed to make him even more stubborn as he shook his head, pieces of his long hair moving along with his head causing you to laugh softly, your hand covering your mouth
Dae ho lazily smiles back at you before the both of you nestle in the silence that surrounded the entire room
"You were amazing in today's game, i feel like i haven't mentioned it enough" you nudge his shoulder as you say, choosing to be the one ro break the silence
You half expect him to tell you that it's because hes a marine and marines can do everything but instead you find him with an uncharacteristic shy smile on his face
"I just played the game alot with my older sisters" he admitted in a rather bashfull manner
You nodd your head "you guys must be really close then?"
Dae ho nodds back without much comment, you take it as a sign that he might not like talking about them much
"Sorry" he awkwardly laughs "i know I'm usually not like this"
You raise your eyebrow
"I mean" he pauses before rubbing the back of his neck, you quickly note the way his t shirt sleeve pushed back, showing his arm muscle "im usually talkative and all. I usually don't like the silence but i guess i dont mind it when I'm with you"
You bite back the warmth that attempts to streak your face as you let out a soft hum
"I know you don't like talking alot" Dae ho says as he quickly takes a peek at your face "I've noticed that you keep to yourself most of the time"
He awkwardly chuckles, looking down "maybe you don't enjoy talking that much-"
"No-" your voice interrupts him, startling both you and him with your sudden interjection
Immediately his posture straightens as he whips his head towards you, his eyes locking into yours, almost desperate to hear what you have to say
"I don't mind" the words unwittingly tumble out your mouth before you could stop yourself
You notice Dae Ho's intense gaze which noted was unusualof him, his eyes fixated on you as he hangs on to your every word
Your clear your throat "I don't mind it too" you whisper softly "talking I mean"
Dae ho blinks, once, twice, before he shakes his head lightly as if though he was in a trance
"Right. Talking" he repeats your words while still rapidly blinking
You internally curse yourself, why do you always have to say things the wrong way?
"Yea..." your voice trails off and once again the both of you were surrounded by odd tranquility
You take a glance at Dae ho, his eyes up at the piggy bank of money that hanged on the ceiling. Your eyes follow his as you stare along at the stacks of paper
"What are you gonna do after all of this is over?" You whispered out of the silence to him
Dae ho realized you saw him staring at the money, before briefly looking back at you and then the money
"Pay off all my debts I guess" he said with a tight lipped smile
"No I mean" you tilt your head towards him "after that. I'm pretty sure your gonna have some money left"
Dae ho leaned behind as he wondered outloud "uhm"
He clicks tongue when he gets his answer "that's right! I've always wanted to open a cafe"
"A cafe?" You ask puzzled, that wasn't something you'd expect from a ex marine, that too someone like Dae ho
"that's right! In jeju" his eyes sparkled as he grinned ear to ear, speaking excitedly
"oh" He turns to you "and what about you? After paying your debts. What do you want to do?"
You think thoughtfully before you contemplate your answer
"I guess i wanna start my life over, maybe somewhere in an island"
Dae ho grins brightly when he hears your words "Hey! You should come with me then"
"What?" You ask slightly taken back at his sudden invite, you didnt think he considered you to be close enough for him to invite you to join him after all this was over
"Yea it's the perfect plan !!, you wanna start your life over in an island and i want a cafe in Jeju. Well isn't jeju a island? And the best one too!!"
You almost want to laugh at his childish demeanour but you don't, instead your grin matches his as you watch him continue
"Think about it, i'll open a cafe in jeju and you can help me run it"
"Can we adopt a pet dog?" You meekly ask
Dae ho's eyes widened as if though the very fact that you had to ask him made him feel offended "ah ofcourse!" His voice boisterous which caused you to shush him
"Sorry!" He whispers while turning over to look at the people sleeping, checking if anyone awoke.
You lean in towards him as he whispers "I mean- ofcourse. We can adopt as many dogs as you want"
"I guess I'll have to start picking names from now" you quip which made him beam
"Alright! It's settled then" he points at you "you, me, and our adopted dogs will open a cafe in jeju together. You can manage the cafe and I'll make coffee for our customers"
You watch as he smiles and talk animatically, suddenly feeling downcast, you can't help it when a feeling of dejection befalls your face.
You hope that Dae Ho doesn't notice but the look on his face says otherwise as he softens his voice "Hey, are you okay? Did I go to far?"
"No, you didnt" you say with a wistful smile "It's just, we don't know what's gonna happen next. I dont know whether I'll survive the next game or not"
You hear Dae Ho take in a deep breath before releasing a deep sigh "I guess you have a point there too"
"Sorry" you feel the urge to apologise "I ruined the mood-"
But Dae Ho intervenes your apology, he won't have you saying sorry, not to him
"I guess that just gives you more reason to stick around me huh?" He says playfully, he nudges your shoulder with his signature grin on his face "i'll make sure we get out of here together no matter what"
You snort, an attempt to hide your amusement but he catches on. He always did when it came to you
"Hey seriously!" he puts his hand in his chest when he begins reciting in a loud voice "I, Kang Dae Ho promise to take y/n l/n to jeju and open a cafe together"
You cover his mouth with your hand amidst your quiet giggles "people are sleeping silly" you scold him, despite your light tone and the smile on your face
Dae ho shuts up, but the twinkle in his eyes says otherwise
"Y/n" he whispers as he sticks out his pinky finger towards you "Promise me too"
"Promise you?"
"Promise me that when we get out of here, we'll both restart out lives in jeju"
You interlock your pinky with his, he noticed the spark in your eye
"And you'll open a cafe in jeju" you continue
Dae Ho's face lit up even more than before "and we'll adopt three dogs- no five dogs!"
He corrects himself while you stifle in your laughter
"I promise to help you run it" your voice soft and warm as both of your pinkies layed interlocked with one another
"Promise"
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The child's voice plays over the speaker as it sings the same song over again and again,
you've lost count for how many rounds this game has been going on, feeling dizzy on the spinning carousel as you feel Dae ho's tight grip on your wrist.
"Just one more time y/n" he insist to you over the blaring sound of the childish song "just one more time and this game would be over"
You nodd, unable to say anything as you sweat profusely, your heart beating rapidly
Dae ho takes in your silence as your answer as he gives you a quick nodd, turning over to look at gi hun and song il, letting go of your hand for a moment
Suddenly the carousel stops to a halt, you find yourself falling down harshly before you could even realise that it stopped
A feminine voice declares a number but your unable to coin what it was as your layed on the ground, only being able to hear the sound of people running and screaming
Dae ho looks around frantically, eyes widened when he realised your not next to him
"Y/n?" He mutters at first before he began shouting your name like a mad man
You scream his name too, but with no avail, as a hysterical crowd of people separated the both of you
Dae ho's eyes widen as his brows lift, he breaks away from jeong bae's grasp as he runs away from his team, searching for you in amidst the chaos
He doesn't realise the way his trembles or the way he stutters when he shouts your name, all he wants right now was you to be back at his side
He should have never let go of your hand
He runs around the room as he belts out your name as loud as he can, pushing people away, shouting at them while he asked whether they saw you or not
Suddenly he finds himself being pulled back by Young ill and Jeong Bae
"Wait! Wait! stop!" He screamed against their hold, thrashing and moving "y/n! They're still out there!" He hysterically screamed
Young ill gripped the younger man tightly as Jeong Bae pushed him into a room
"Time is running out, the count down has begun" jeong Bae attempts to appease to his junior who refuses to listen "im sure they'll be safe with others"
But there was an unexplainable feeling in the pits of Dae ho's stomach that says other wise. Every single cell in his body screamed at him, telling him that you weren't safe
He promised to be always by your side didn't he?
"Hyung please" he mumbled his words rapidly while clutching the arms of the two other men who held him back "hyung please! Let me go! let me go i need to find-"
Jeong Bae and Young ill push him into a room despite his refusal to enter, opposing his wishes
"Stop! Stop don't close the door" Dae ho pushes Young ill away from the door as he prys to keep it open "they're still out there-" he splutters
Young ill grabs Dae ho by the neck, putting him in a headlock while dragging him away from the door, urging jeong Bae to shut it
"The room is full" he mutters under his breath into Dae hos ear "do want all of us to die?'
"No! You dont understand" Dae ho splutters against the older man's hold, not paying attention to his words at all
"no let me go, i need y/n, i told them" Dae ho begs, his face getting red "I told them I'll protect them"
His breathing becomes more shallow and rapid when he hears the lock of the door, finally prying away from young ills grasp
He shakes his head as he tries opening the door which simply stood unmoving against his force
"No no no" he repeatedly muttered "no y/n" his sweaty palms trying to pull open the steel door while all the other two men in the room could do was look bleakly at him
"Dae ho... I'm sure they'll be safe wit-" jeong Bae words are cut short by a familiar defeaning shriek which causes Dae ho's face to pale
"Dae ho!" You scream his name as you pass by all the closed rooms, searching for him
Dae ho shouts your name back through the small hole in the door, exerting more force on trying to open the door
You press yourself to the door of the room Dae ho was in, only seeing his widened eyes
"Y/n! Y/n!" He shouted repeatedly while banging the door "Fuck the door isn't opening! Why won't the door open" he wailed while hitting the door
You whisper his name in between hiccups, your eyes filled with water as you watched him pry to open the door
"Please y/n" Dae ho sobbs "please" his breath shallow
You shake your head against the cold door "im sorry"
"Y/n?" Dae ho watches you horrified
"I'm so sorry Dae ho" you breathed out "I don't think I can come to jeju with you"
A loud bang, followed by even more shouting and screaming and more shooting could be heard
Dae ho watched as your eyes once which looked at him with joy was now lifeless and empty, he hears your body thud on the floor, he falls down along with you, body pressing to the door
Now, only the steel door being in the path of both of your bodies from being once again reunited
"Dae ho" you whisper from the other side of the door while he hears you take your last breath
"I would have loved opening a cafe with you in jeju"
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dollyichi Ā· 3 months ago
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WE LISTEN AND WE DONā€™T JUDGE : BLUE LOCK EDITION . . . mā€”dni. f ! reader / itā€™s either pretty tame or freaky idk / doing it raw / creamp!es / virginity and being inexperienced / some ooc but this is just for fun / not proofread
FEATURING ā‹® isagi, nagi, karasu, rin, barou, kunigami, chigiri
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isagi yoichi ā‹® before your relationship was established he really really liked you and didnā€™t want to mess it up. but then he wasnā€™t sure if you were on the pill but the sex was so good he ended up coming inside you. proceeded to suck his cum out for your pussy cause of the panic. didnā€™t have sex with you for a week after that but you were fine.
nagi seishiro ā‹® played a game where he can customize the character and got really pissed off because it wasnā€™t even half as pretty as you. sulking each time he dies because he think he ā€˜failed you.ā€™ ended up quitting the game too because he found out there was sex in the game and he wouldnā€™t want the ā€˜game youā€™ being with anyone else that wasnā€™t him. even got jealous one time because he didnā€™t know that he was increasing his characterā€™s relationship level with an npc who looked too much like his teammate. too many emotions while youā€™re watching him lose his mind when youā€™re perfectly fine eating snacks on the bed. having to console him by riding him and telling him you only love him and not barou.
tabito karasu ā‹® pays for your nails when you get an appointment so you could jack him off after. will also take photos of your nails for you, with one jerking his cock of course. got this pavlov effect that he gets hard every time you show him your fresh new set. yeah heā€™s ruined.
itoshi rin ā‹® he was a virgin before he met you, and ended up cumming each time he bottomed out the first few times you guys did it. he was inexperienced and very sensitive since he wasnā€™t used to it. he was still always hard after so it didnā€™t matter. unaware he was crying one time because he was so overstimulated while youā€™re clenching down so hard causing his cum to spill.
shoei barou ā‹® you were supposed to meetup with someone else that your friend suggested but you werenā€™t really sure if it was him when you arrived at the meeting place. ended up going on the date with him and hooking up at the end only for you to find out he wasnā€™t actually the guy. ā€œwhat was i supposed to do? deny a pretty girl like you?ā€ went on a few more dates anyway and ended up establishing the relationship properly <3 [ do not be like them! ]
rensuke kunigami ā‹® you were the first person to ever give him head. it felt too good and better than expected. you told him you werenā€™t too experienced but you worked on him like a pro. he was scared he could hurt you so instead of holding onto your head he gripped onto the wooden headboards. when he came, he held onto it too hard he broke the top part in half.
chigiri hyoma ā‹® moaned out your name during a wet dream. until it shifted, ā€œtake it! fucking take itā€ he said. his teammates werenā€™t sure if they should wake him up any time soon and they werenā€™t too sure how to face you after hearing that.
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note : i have no idea what came over me writing these but here u go crying during sex rin hell yeah!!!
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hannieehaee Ā· 10 months ago
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ARE WE STILL FRIENDS
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18+ / mdi
summary: being besties with two of the most popular idols in korea always came with a few rumors here and there, but what happened when one of your platonic besties suddenly started acting a little friendlier than usual? or worse, what happened when they both turned their affections to you?
content: idol!au, hybeidol!reader x idol!mingyu, hybeidol!reader x idol!jungkook, 97liner!reader, friends2lovers, not mingyu x jk (they just share u like all besties would<3), not that much plot, afab reader, smut, oral (f and m receiving), body worship, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.
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"Do you think the company would get mad if we did a live together right now?", Jungkook pondered out loud as the three of you sat on different pieces of furniture around his large living room.
"Yeah."
"They didn't seem to mind when Jungkook and I did it that one time," disagreed Mingyu.
"Yeah, but I'm the girl. I'm the one who wakes up to new dating rumors every time we hang out publicly."
"Yeah, but people must know we're just friends by now, right? It's been years."
That much was true.
You weren't sure of the exact date, but your friendship with both boys predated the overall international success of Kpop as of recent years. When you had met both boys, they had barely battled their way through puberty ā€“ though you weren't faring any better at the time.
The media enjoyed making the three of you a subject, knowing that you were evidently the closest out of all members of the popular 97s friend group. Being the only girl integrant, it was common for people to have the misconception that you were romantically involved with either Mingyu or Jungkook, seeing as you were often spotted in public with them.
You'd gotten used to the rumors and hate that came attached to being their friend, now usually leaving those things in the back burner rather than letting them bother you. By now, the three of you were a bit more careless about being seen together. Being seniors in the industry, those things didn't matter much to you anymore, but being seen inside Jungkook's house would surely stir up the worst rumors to date, so going live with him was entirely out of the question.
It did bother you sometimes; the double standard. While Jungkook and Mingyu could even interact in public or mention each other freely, any time you did so you were met with hate from either fandom, sometimes even your own. It also made you worry about your future. Could you ever be in a relationship without facing the brunt of all the hate that would come your way? At 26 years of age, it was a frustrating reality to think about.
Jungkook got up at some point to go fetch some more bottles of soju. Apparently the seven bottles the three of you had drank collectively weren't enough for the large men you were drinking with.
While Jungkook was gone, Mingyu got up from his seat on the couch opposite to you and took a seat down next to you, invading your personal space like he usually did.
"Worrying your pretty little head about something?", asked Mingyu as he leaned over you, taking the occasional sip from his drink.
"It's nothing."
"C'mon, what's up?", his hand ran up and down your arm in a soothing manner.
Invading your space and being overly touchy usually meant that he was tipsy. But to be fair, you were a bit tipsy too.
"Do you ever think about dating?"
"Who? You?", he chuckled.
"No, dumbass. I mean in general."
He seemed to sober up a little at the mention of the subject, straightening up a bit as he sat sideways on the couch so he could look at you fully.
"What's got you thinking about that?"
"I don't know ... I'm 26 now. Isn't it time I started settling down? Have someone filling up the other half of the bed," you pondered, feeling a bit pathetic as you did so.
Mingyu let out a quiet sound of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head leaning to the side in question.
"Isn't that what me and Jungkook are for?"
Not taking him seriously, you chuckled and took a swing of your almost empty bottle of soju.
"I'm serious, Mingyu. I mean a romantic relationship, where, you know, it's just us and we do couple things and we settle down and all that stuff."
"What can you do with some guy that you couldn't do with us?", he grabbed both your drinks and set them on the table.
Suddenly, his demeanor seemed a bit more serious, which confused you.
Where the hell was Jungkook with those drinks?
"I- Are you serious? Do you need me to tell you?"
"Yeah, I mean, why would you need to look for some guy if you have us?"
Oh. He was serious.
"Because we're friends?," you were beyond confused, "I can't go out with you romantically, or move in with you, or," you gulped, "or sleep with you."
"You can't?", he scoot closer to you.
"Mingyu ..."
"I just mean ... Why would you go after some loser when we can just take care of you?", his hand went back to touching you, though this time it ran up and down your thigh rather than your arm. That false semblance of innocence was gone, "You want someone to keep your bed warm? You don't even have to ask ... I'll do it- we'll do it."
Through his short speech, he got closer and closer, just as the air in the room got heavier. The atmosphere itself shifted dramatically, specially with Mingyu so close to you.
Mingyu was the touchiest man you'd ever known. Being his best friend, you had fallen victim to his touchy demeanor endless times, but never like this. Never while his eyes were hooded and heavy with some emotion you'd never seen in them before.
"Gyu, I-"
"Can I show you?", he rasped, eyes now on your lips.
"Y-you're drunk," you were sure that must've been it. The combination between drinking and talking about dating must've short circuited his brain.
"Just tipsy ... Tipsy enough to get the balls to tell you how much I want you ... but lucid enough to remember how many times I've thought about this."
The hands on your thighs moved to your waist, closing in on you, slowly pulling you toward him. By the end of it, you were halfway sitting on his lap.
"You've thought about this?"
Your nervous hands went to his shoulders for support, easily giving in to him.
"So many times. Jungkook too," he chuckled as he began burying his head in your neck, lips ghosting the sensitive skin.
Lacking any control of your body, you repositioned yourself to allow him better access to you, now fully on his lap as he sat sideways on the couch, arms wrapped fully around you and face buried in your neck.
"Gyu, I-"
"Yeah? Is this okay? Is it okay if I kiss your neck like this? This is what you wanted, right? Someone to take care of you?", he mumbled as he made his way to your ear with breathy kisses.
You were burning up, completely powerless to Mingyu. It was kind of embarrassing how easily you gave in to him. How you had been entirely unaware of his want for you until five minutes ago, yet you were now pliant in his hold, willing to listen to his senseless argument about him and Jungkook being good replacement for a relationship. You also had that to think about ā€“ the Jungkook aspect of it all.
The reminder of Jungkook's presence woke you up a bit, remembering that you were literally sitting on your best friend's lap while in your other best friend's living room.
With half a mind to let Mingyu do whatever he wanted to do with you, you powered your way through your decision to pull him away from your neck.
"Gyu, wait. Kook could get here any minute-"
"Don't stop on my account. Seemed like you were having fun without me."
Your head snapped to the door at the introduction of the raspy voice of your best friend, finding said friend leaning against the doorframe with a few drinks in one hand and a few ramen cups stacked on the other.
"Jungkook-"
"So, can someone catch me up?", he got closer, dropping off all the food he was carrying on the table and sitting next to you on the couch.
The position made it so that Jungkook was technically sitting behind you. Since you were on Mingyu's lap and sitting sideways on the couch, you were now being sandwiched by both boys. Jungkook still kept a small distance, making you have to turn around in Mingyu's hold to look at him.
While you probably embodied the image of a deer caught in headlights, Mingyu seemed completely relaxed, hands still comfortably on your waist.
"I was actually just catching Y/N up," said Mingyu, an overly cocky tone in his voice as his hands continued to feel up and down your waist.
"Oh? Without me?", chuckled Jungkook, leaning a bit closer.
"What the hell is happening?"
"How much did you tell her?", Jungkook ignored you, staring directly at Mingyu. His eyes would occasionally trail down to Mingyu's hands on your waist, a sour look overtaking his face.
It seemed like you had missed a few chapters in the friendship; there was some unspoken agreement between the two in which you were the main character. While it bothered you to think that they'd discussed you in private, the enigma of it all also excited you. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the way in which Mingyu's entire demeanor had become possessive when you brought up dating. The reason didn't matter when you were already beginning to heat up.
"Just caught her up a little on the, uh, situation," said Mingyu with an unrecognizable glint in his eyes, "Did you know she was thinking about dating?", he asked Jungkook, ignoring your presence while still having his hands on you.
Mingyu's hand had made it under your shirt by now, feeling the warm skin of your back.
"Oh? Since when?", he finally turned to you, scooting up a tiny bit more.
Due to his new proximity, you turned your head around, facing Mingyu again. That proved to be a mistake, as Mingyu was even closer to you. Jungkook also took advantage of this, braving a few more inches in closeness and letting his face come closer to your neck. He pushed your hair aside for better access, simply breathing against you as he awaited your answer.
Responding was the hardest thing in the world. Your mind was simply not working at the moment, the situation being far too intimate for you to fully function. On one side you had the huge hunk of a man that was Mingyu, warm hands against the bare skin of your back all while you sat on his leg. On the other, you had the gorgeous embodiment of a boyfriend that was Jungkook, whose fingers were now slowly running up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake while he nosed at your neck.
You had your two gorgeous best friends giving you the best type of attention all while your brain fizzled with your tipsiness.
"Answer him, baby," murmured Gyu.
"I- I just," you sighed when Jungkook began leaving feather-light kisses on your neck, "just thought about maybe getting b-back in the market? To meet someone and-"
"But you have us?", Jungkook sounded genuinely confused, seemingly unable to understand the platonic nature behind your friendship.
"That's what I said!", added Mingyu.
"But I want a boyfriend, n-not-"
"Boyfriend? Baby ...", Jungkook disconnected from you, grabbing your head to make you twist your neck in order to look at him, "That's just an upgrade. You want a boyfriend? We'll give you two. You don't need to be looking around for some loser," his eyes gradually lowered to your lips as he spoke, breath heavy against them.
"K-Kook, I-"
"Please say yes? Please just ... Let me show you? We can show you together. Right, Gyu?", he murmured, mere inches away from your mouth.
Before you knew it, you were nodding, far too desperate to voice your desire.
As embarrassing as it was to admit, you had thought of kissing Jungkook before. Being one of the prettiest boys you'd ever seen before, it was hard at first to keep your relationship with him fully platonic, having had to beat down a small crush you had developed on him at an earlier age. His kiss, however, was not something you could've ever predicted.
Even with the awkward angle, and Mingyu's hands still on you, Jungkook gave you the dizziest of kisses. He knew how to get you hooked immediately, starting with a heavy kiss that had you chasing him the moment he pulled away. With a quiet and breathy laugh, he kissed you again, languid and wet in the way his tongue snuck between your lips, seamlessly making its way into your mouth to play with yours.
Shamelessly, you moaned against his lips, hands digging into Mingyu's shoulders as he continued to hold you. The slight awkwardness of making out with Jungkook while giving your back to Mingyu, yet still holding onto him, was present in your mind. However, Jungkook's sensual yet playful way of kissing you took up most of your attention.
But you knew Mingyu to be a whiny mess of a man at times, so you knew it wouldn't be long before he attempted to regain your attention. The evidence was in the way he felt you up all throughout, hands on your breasts as he pinched at your nipples through your shirt, groaning at the feeling of your tits in his hands. Occasionally, his hands would go down to your cunt, ghosting the place where you needed the most attention before making their way back up to your chest.
Pulling you away by the waist, you were forced to separate from Jungkook, eyes still closed as your lips chased his own. This time Jungkook's lips also attempted to regain possession over yours, with his tongue catching a few last nasty licks of your own.
"It's my turn," grumbled Mingyu, making you turn back to him, "You're on my lap but kiss him only? Baby, we're supposed to share you!", he pouted.
Giggling, you got even closer to him, cradling his head in your hands as you lightly pulled at his hair.
You turned to Jungkook one quick last time, "Kookie?"
His eyes lit up at your question, giving you a view of his round eyes as he gave you his full attention.
"Scoot closer, yeah? Put your hands around me," you encouraged him, humming in contentment when he went above and beyond and began to kiss your neck in the process.
Turning back to Mingyu, there was still an ever-so-present pout on his features, making you giggle again before finally kissing his lips.
Now, Mingyu's kiss was completely different from that of Jungkook's.
You had known Mingyu for as much time as you had Jungkook. He had a bit of a reputation when you had first met, being known as a guy who would occasionally sleep around with other idols, and sometimes staff. Now at 26, he had been retired from that era of his life for a while, but you'd be lying if you didn't say he always made you wonder. He always had all the girls swooning, instantly falling in love with his outgoing persona and his incomparable charisma. His looks also did not help matters. Being so handsome and likable, you occasionally fell victim to his charms, sometimes needing to snap yourself out of R rated thoughts you'd have about him on nights you were feeling particularly lonely.
His kiss felt exactly the way he looked. It was rich and insanely hot. Mingyu made love to your mouth, using his tongue in ways you didn't know a man could. He was domineering in the way he kissed you, with a firm hand on your jaw so he could position you in a way that allowed him to kiss you just the way he liked. And he liked it nasty. He liked it wet and filthy and in a way that made you sure you'd cum if he kissed you for a little too long.
You could barely catch up to the situation, having one gorgeous man fucking your mouth with his tongue while the other suckled at the most sensitive spots of your neck. In the meantime, your cunt was gushing with essence, already so extremely wet you were beginning to squirm in Mingyu's hold.
You attempted to pull away once, only to be enticed into kissing Mingyu again as he groaned against you, tongue seducing yours once more. You attempted to pull away twice, having his arms wrap tighter around you. The third time is when you finally succeeded, whining against Mingyu's mouth that you needed more. This caused yet another groan to come out of Mingyu, only to be echoed by Jungkook's own groan against your neck.
They both disconnected from you, looking to each other in a decisive manner, almost as if to formulate a game plan.
"I want her first," said Jungkook, slapping Mingyu's hands away from you and attempting to move you onto his lap.
Mingyu stopped him, holding you tighter against him as he rebutted, "You? She's already on my lap. I should have her first."
"Dude, I'm about to blow up. Just let me fuck her and then you can have her while I recover," be argued, hands fighting Mingyu's off of you.
"Why can't I choose?", you butt in, annoyed.
Their demeanors swiftly changed at your interruption, both pairs of hands now touching either your waist or thighs in an intimate yet caring manner.
"What do you want, pretty? My cock? Hmm?", asked Mingyu with a sweet voice in an attempt to convince you. Meanwhile, Jungkook wordlessly kissed at your neck again, nibbling at your ear and smirking at how you shuddered at the feeling.
"I-", you were already lightheaded again, "I wanna suck your dick, Gyu. Want Kookie to fuck me while I suck your dick," you murmured, hand holding Jungkook's head against your neck to keep his kisses coming.
Mingyu groaned at this, nodding absentmindedly. He began to shift, attempting to get up in order to get himself ready for you, but you stopped him.
"Undress me? Both of you?", you asked in the softest voice you could muster. You wanted both their hands on you at once, feeling your nude body for the first time. You knew their desire for you was already clouding their minds, so you wanted to do everything in your power to relish in every single touch, every look filled with lust they would give you.
Without another word, both boys got up, standing you up with them. Their hands were messy and uncoordinated as they got every garment off you, feeling you up in the process. Your breasts were groped and fondled multiple times in the process, while Jungkook pressed your ass up against him any chance he could, groaning at the slight stimulation.
Finally undressed, you decided to turn around once more, facing Jungkook as you kissed him with no warning. You smirked into his mouth when you felt Mingyu grab you from behind and press your ass up against him, grinding slowly against you. You knew it wasn't enough to get him anywhere, but you enjoyed knowing he was needy enough to use you in such a fruitless way just for a little stimulation.
Meanwhile, your hands went straight to Jungkook's oversized top, hands sneaking underneath to feel up his muscular form, hands harshly rubbing on his strong chest. It seemed Jungkook was overly sensitive to your touch. He whined needy breaths into your mouth as you felt him up. Taking off his shirt, you moaned as you saw the gorgeous figure of your best friend.
God, he was the prettiest thing you'd ever seen. You couldn't wait until you saw the rest of his pretty body, sculpted by the endless hours of work you knew he always put into the gym. The endless hours in which you had accompanied him to said gym, always having to look away before you started to have inpure thoughts of your best friend.
He helped you in the removing of his pants and boxers, throwing his head back when your hands immediately went to find his cock and play with it. Burying his head in your neck, he groaned against your skin, whining at the feeling of your hands finally wrapped around him after having wanted you for so long.
Behind you, you heard shuffling, assuming Mingyu to have been removing his own clothes as he waited for his turn of your attention to come. You felt badly at leaving him hanging for too long, knowing him to have an overly impatient disposition when he didn't receive attention for extended periods of time.
Playing with Jungkook's cock just for a little longer, you gave him one last kiss before turning around and trapping Mingyu in his own kiss. Unlike with Jungkook, you didn't linger long, opting instead to push him down the large conversation pit ā€“ thank god for Jungkook's insanely big mansion ā€“ located just a few steps away from the couch where it had all begun. This way you could have all the space you wanted to play with your friends.
Now lying down, Mingyu looked you up and down like you were his next prey, licking his lips at the sight and motioning at you to come sit on him despite knowing that you wanted something else.
"C'mon, baby. Ditch him. Don't you want me instead?," he leaned upwards to try and convince you of sitting on him.
It was hard to deny him with his cock staring up at you in such a challenging manner. He was equally as gorgeous as your other bestie, but in so many different ways. Mingyu was so big and thick and buff, he had you salivating at the mere sight of him. He was so toned yet so thick, and his dick matched perfectly. God, the thought of that monster inside you had your eyes rolling back already. Did he really mean it when he said he'd be yours? That he and Jungkook would share you? The idea of a boyfriend sounded stupid in retrospect.
Despite all your better judgment telling you to jump Mingyu and let him impale you with his cock right then and there, you knew that starting off with Jungkook would give you a better buildup. You also knew that based on Jungkook's competitive personality, he'd become even whinier than Mingyu if you didn't let him take care of you first.
Fully determined, you turned back to Jungkook, who had been standing there in a trance, now having a better view of your body and keeping his eyes religiously glued to it. You grabbed onto him and walked yourself back to the large conversation pit, eyes glued to Jungkook's in a seductive manner as you guided him to the area in which Mingyu was already lying down. In only a few seconds, you let go of Jungkook and positioned yourself in front of Mingyu at an eye level with his cock while he sat up and looked down at you with a pained look in his eyes. In all fours, your back faced Jungkook, hinting at him to get behind you so that you could finally get back to business.
With a groan, Jungkook knelt behind you, needy hands feeling the curve of your back as he pushed you up against him. In the meantime, you began softly playing with Mingyu's cock, making him throw his head back at finally receiving some attention where he'd been craving it for so long.
"You're so pretty, fuck ... No one deserves you, baby. Too fucking pretty n perfect n fuck ... Can I fuck you now, pretty? Hmm? Let me have this pretty pussy while you suck off your bestie," rambled Jungkook from behind you, head lowered so he could kiss at your hips.
You whined and pushed up your ass against him, giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted, when suddenly he stopped.
"Fuck, wait. Condom?", he asked, making Mingyu groan, as you were about to engulf him in your mouth but also halted your movements to tend to Jungkook's question.
"It's okay, Kookie. The company put me on some new birth control. You can fuck me raw," you smirked up at Mingyu, giggling at yet another groan of his.
"He gets you raw? Baby, I'm the one who started all this! How's that fair?", he huffed.
Taking a quick separation from Jungkook, you gestured for Mingyu to lean down so he could meet you halfway. With a wet kiss, you made your way to his ear and whispered against it.
"I'm saving you for last, baby. Gonna ride you til I cry ... Now be good and cum in my mouth?"
He groaned so loudly his entire body vibrated under you as you crawled your way back to your previous position. Jungkook simply laughed at the interaction.
Feeling you up once more, Jungkook finally grabbed onto his cock and lined himself up, groaning at the gushing wetness that coated his cock as he entered you. Your own moan was masked by Mingyu's cock, which you were currently working into your mouth.
"Oh, fuck ... It's so tight, baby ... It's so fuckin' warm n tight n so pretty, baby. Such a pretty cunt," babbled Jungkook, immediately pussydrunk.
Could he be blamed? He had wanted you for years. From the moment he met you, he cursed at himself for being so damn shy and initiating a friendship with you rather than showing you his interest. His members constantly teased him over it, even so many years into his crush. When he first found out Mingyu also had similar ideas in mind, he felt conflicted. But he ultimately grew close enough to the two of you to the point where he wouldn't mind sharing you with his bestest of friends.
Your muffled moans completely took him out of it, taking away any ability to think or speak. He simply chased after you with his hips, canting them against your own as you pushed back against him.
"Is it good, pretty? Like my cock?" he winced at the way you tightened any time he'd speak to you.
"So good, Kookie. So big ...," you pulled away from Mingyu to breathe before going back to licking and sucking at his tip, moaning against him as his eyes rolled back.
You were practically centipede in Jungkook's living room, with Mingyu lying on his back as you gagged on his cock and Jungkook pounding into you from behind. All your senses were overtaken by the mindless quest for pleasure you had all taken on.
"You're so good with your mouth, pretty ... Fuck, look so pretty stuffed of cock," Mingyu gasped, throwing his head back, "Like how he fucks you, baby? Just wait til I get to you ... Gonna stuff that pretty pussy so good ..."
You moaned against his cock, already thirsty for him even as Jungkook continued to ram into you. Pushing your ass back against him, you felt Jungkook's nails dig into the skin of your hips, adoring how malleable you were for him.
"Baby ... 'm gonna cum soon ... Feels so fucking good, pretty. You're so fucking g-good for me. Wanted you so fuckin' bad, you have no idea ..." murmured Jungkook as he entered his high, hips lacking any control in their movements.
Jungkook had always been the most sensible of the bunch, never holding back from expressing how strongly he felt for the people in his life. The pleasure must've been so much that it made him unfiltered in revealing the undeniable effect you had on him.
"W-where do I cum? Fuck, gonna fucking cum, it's so good, baby. Take it so good for me, shit ..."
You were too busy gagging on cock to respond right away, so you had to take a minute to pull away and catch your breath, replacing your mouth with your hand while also holding yourself up with the other one.
"Inside? Cum inside, Kookie. I'll- I'll cum too," you were breathless, barely able to get the words out as a petulant Mingyu whined at you to help him finish, hands going behind your head and lightly encouraging you to get your mouth back on him.
"Inside? Fuck, okay, baby. Gonna fill you up, yeah?", he groaned, muttering to himself right afterwards, "Fucking finally ..."
His hips sped up drastically as his high approached, making you choke around Mingyu not just due to his girth, but due to the intense ramming against your ass. Though harsh and with an unmatchable energy, you continued to try and push your hips back toward his own, wanting to milk him dry as your own high invaded your senses.
His desperation for you made you feel so incredibly good, like you were the prettiest girl to ever exist. It made you arch your back a little deeper, take a little more of Gyu's cock, dig your nails a little harsher into the cushion of the conversation pit. You heightened all your actions just to feel him a little more.
And then it reached its crescendo. All while Jungkook whimpered and cried at how sensitive he felt at your tightening walls, Mingyu also found his own high. You were too distracted with your own orgasm to acknowledge him asking you for permission to cum in your mouth, instead suctioning more intensely to wordlessly give him an enthusiastic yes, please fill up my mouth with your cum.
By the time Mingyu filled up your mouth, Jungkook had already finished his high, now kneeling behind you as he peppered kisses all over your back and hips, whispering against you how good you had been for him and how pretty you looked with his cum leaking out of you. Fully drunk on the aftermath of his high, Jungkook loved on you like any lover would.
In the meantime, you attempted to swallow every bit of Mingyu's essence, moaning against his cock afterwards as you licked at every lone drop that made it out of your mouth.
By the end of it, you were all completely spent. Each of you dropped one by one, with Jungkook lying on his back as he caught his breath, you falling onto Mingyu, and Mingyu attempting to pull you up to climb his body so that he could kiss you again.
With the very little energy you had regained, you crawled up Mingyu's body, making out with him as he attempted to lick his way into your mouth in order to taste himself in your mouth. Kissing evolved into feeling each other up, which then became grinding your now sensitive pelvises against each other. Surprisingly, Mingyu was still half-hard, which gave you the perfect surface to grind your cunt into. He sat up, making you sit up with him before beginning to leave kisses on the side of your neck.
"Baby? Gonna ride me like you said, right? Just .. Fuck, want that pretty pussy, baby. It's my turn to have that tiny little cunt wrapped around me, yeah?", he murmured between kisses.
You gave in to him easily, gasping at every word that accompanied every kiss.
Nodding mindlessly, you almost forgot to think back to Jungkook, who was probably still recovering from his orgasm.
"W-what about Kookie?," you mumbled when Mingyu began positioning you above his cock.
"Don't worry about me, pretty. Just enjoying the view", you turned back to see Jungkook lying back on his elbows, one hand on his semi-flacid cock as he began to work himself up at the sight of you sitting on your best friend.
Well, that worked well enough for you.
"Now pay attention to me, princess. Been ignoring me all day today," Mingyu grabbed onto your chin to make you look at him, thumb softly rubbing at your chin as he tilted your head back.
You were insanely wet by now, not only from your orgasm but also from just Mingyu's mere presence. Knowing how intense and touchy Mingyu always was in PG scenarios, you couldn't help your eyes rolling back at the thought of him between the sheets. His heavy cock on your tongue had been enough of a taste to know how good it'd feel when finally inside you.
His strong hands lifted you up a bit, rescuing his dick from under you as he helped you position it under you, holding tightly onto your hips when you began to lower yourself down. You would've moaned and whined at the immense stretch, but Mingyu had different plans for your mouth. His thick fingers slipped into your mouth, making you gag a bit before you began sucking on them.
Too many things were on your mind, with all your senses being invaded by Mingyu ā€“ though also accompanied by Jungkook's low moans of pleasure behind you. Even as your body was bouncing against Mingyu's, attempting to match his thrusts, your head was completely empty of any thought. All you could think about was Mingyu, and his cock, and his fingers, and his pretty body, and and and-
"Feel good, princess? Love my cock, hmm? Tell me how much you like my cock, angel," he groaned as he took his fingers out of your mouth, using the wet fingertips to tweak at your nipple as his mouth engulfed the opposite one.
"So much ... It's so big. Fuck, Gyu, you're s-so big ..."
Barely able to formulate words, you cried as Mingyu helped you bounce on him, occasionally opting to grind in a way that made your clit get the perfect stimulation. It all felt too good. Mingyu's gigantic hands on your body while his lips suckled on your tits as Jungkook groaned so prettily behind you. You were far too sensitive and alert to hold back from the life-altering orgasm that was to come. So, you voiced this concern to Mingyu.
His response came in the form of flipping you around and trapping you underneath him. His big hands held onto your waist, lifting you a bit so he could angle himself just right. Eyes rolling back and nails digging onto the bed, you lost yourself in him. Jungkook seemed to be completely lost to pleasure also. You could finally see him after Mingyu flipped you over, and fuck ... He looked so desperate, so depraved in the way he hammered into his cock, mouth permanently agape as he let out little praises to you.
"I need you to cum for me, okay, princess? Show Jungkook how good I make you feel. Need you to milk me dry, yeah? Can you do that for me?", he dumbly talked down at you with a tone that could only be seen as patronizing in any other context. But here, you loved it. You loved how dumbly he treated you. Because it was true. You could not think, you could not speak. Your senses were all gone and replaced by a constant stream of cock cock cock as Mingyu finally made you reach your orgasm.
Mingyu played with you through the entirety of your orgasm, rubbing at your clit with one hand while holding you with the other, his lips constantly attached to your tits.
"G-gyu, I- fuck! C-cumming! Please, I-" you had no idea what you were begging for as your orgasm completely took over, making you tighten around Mingyu as he mumbled into your chest, letting you know of his own impending high.
Despite having already had an equally fulfilling orgasm, this second one brought out a new sensitivity in you. Falling under Mingyu, you whimpered at the way he flipped you over again to lay on his chest, caressing your back and pressed you up against him, even more when Jungkook laid beside you and softly ran his hands through your hair.
The three of you laid there together, with you halfway laying on Mingyu while Jungkook laid on the opposite side of you, cuddling into you. Behind you, you could feel Jungkook's flacid member, meaning he had also reached a second high along with you and Mingyu. Lying there together, completely sober now, you eventually let sleep take over you, nuzzling into both boys in a satisfied manner.
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A few days passed by since your encounter with the 97s. They were pretty eventful as far as your job went, attending a few photoshoots and practicing constantly for whatever new activity was coming up for your group. However, things between you and your friends had remained stagnant. You didn't think they had ghosted you or anything like that, but the timing of your busy schedules picking up right after breaking your platonic relationship did make you anxious.
When you'd woken up that next day, Mingyu was gone, having left one of the packs of ramen cooked and ready for you with a note attached detailing how much he enjoyed last night, saying he had wanted to stay and say goodbye but had a a schedule that had been calling for him. It was signed with his name and a little heart.
Jungkook had been half-awake already, having carried you to his bed when he had woken up, right after Mingyu's departure. You had wanted to talk about last night, but also had a schedule over at the company, so you left after cuddling with a sleepy Jungkook for a short while, not really discussing anything, yet sharing a sweet kiss as a goodbye for the day.
And so you hadn't really seen them since then. It was the unfortunate reality of idol life. That night had been the first in a few weeks in which you'd even been able to see each other. You were unsure when the next one would come, but you needed it to be soon. The remembrance of that night kept messing with your head, especially any time you'd see either of your friends in passing at the Hybe building, never being free long enough for a worthy interaction.
On the fourth night since the incident, you finally had more time off for yourself, hoping maybe they did too. Mingyu got ahead of you in that aspect, texting you the previous night, somehow aware of your time off, and asking you over. There was no deeper interpretation to be had in his message, as it was pretty straightforward. Nervous as to whether to expect a repeat of last time or a conversation about it, you let him know you'd be there.
Jungkook and Mingyu had always been closer to each other than to you. Going out together was always easier for them since no scandalous rumors would arise from it. They were also often in the same friend groups, knowing more male idols than you did due to the nature of the industry. It was easy for you to assume that they had already spoken about what had happened, even before it happened. Throughout the night, they kept referencing some type of agreement they'd had regarding you and dating. It was hard to assume, but you wondered if they meant sharing you ā€“ as strange as it sounded.
Your questions would only be answered tonight, leading you to some anxiety before finally arriving to Mingyu's.
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"I missed you," were Mingyu's first words when he welcomed you, trapping you in a warm hug as he usually did. Hugging Mingyu was, in your opinion, one of your life's greatest privileges. He was so big and strong, it always felt like being completely engulfed in the safest of spaces.
His hug was followed by one of Jungkook's, less tight in nature but just as rewarding. He held onto your waist and nuzzled against you, always attempting to bury himself in whoever he held in his arms.
Quietly, they guided you to Mingyu's living room, slightly smaller than Jungkook's but still very much reminiscent of a millionaire's home.
You looked over to the coffee table, tilting your head in confusion at the presence of cans of diet soda rather than the usual alcohol Mingyu would always provide. Sensing your confusion, Mingyu chuckled.
"No alcohol today. Thought you might wanna talk about what happened," he sat down on the couch, patting the empty space next to him so you'd join him. Behind to you, Jungkook joined, sitting on a lone seat facing you and Mingyu. No matter where you looked, the two boys would be in front of you.
"We've been keeping you in the dark, huh?," pondered Jungkook, handing you a freshly opened can of soda, "Sorry about that. No easy way to tell your best friend you're into her."
Oh. He was going straight to the point.
"I like you, if that wasn't clear already," he let out a breathless chuckle, attempting to hold eye contact but failing.
He was much better at this when he was working his way into your pants.
"And so do I," interrupted Mingyu.
Wait.
"Are you-"
"We both like you."
"I- Have you talked about this?"
"Uh, it's come up, yeah," Mingyu scratched the back of his neck.
"I don't really know what to say ..."
"We just ... You had fun the other night, right?"
"Yeah, I mean, it was great," you took a breath, "but we're friends. Right?"
You weren't sure if you were being rational or not. Did you like Mingyu and Jungkook? Sure. But together? At the same time? You had never considered such type of relationship.
"We- we don't have to be just friends," added Jungkook, not much confidence in his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again, "We like you, and we know that you like us back. Maybe not in the same way, but you do. That night would've gone very differently if you didn't."
You could've lied. You could've lied and left it off as an amazing one night stand with your two best friends. But the thought of never feeling what you felt that night ever again was not something you wanted to risk. It wasn't just about the pleasure. You had meant what you said that night; you wanted a stable relationship. You wanted someone to call a best friend, but be more than that. Someone to hold you at night. The three of you had always been glued by the hip, but you had never really thought of what it'd be like to take the next step ā€“ to have them be that person (or those people).
There were just too many questions in your head. Would this change your relationship negatively? Would they actually want to share you? Would this go anywhere?
You opted for answering Jungkook's question with another question.
"Are you okay with both of you liking me?"
They looked at each other for a moment before Mingyu ultimately answered.
"We've discussed it," he started, "When we first realized we both liked you, it did cause some tension. But the closer we got to you, the more we realized that we just wanted to be with you. Whether as friends or as more, we just wanted you."
You gulped at the confession, feeling your face heating up all of the sudden.
"I- I don't know what to say, I- I like you too. Both of you. I always thought that it was just as friends, but ... there'd be moments where I'd wonder. And after that night, I just-"
Jungkook leaned forwards, grabbing onto your hands. He smiled, ignoring most of your words and paying attention to what he cared about the most ā€“ you liked him.
"You like me back? Us? Do you- We could treat you so right. I- I've wanted you since we met. I've liked you for so long and ... Not just for sex. We could be more," his words were slightly frantic in nature, almost as if he wanted to sell something to you.
He didn't need any selling. You liked him. It became more and more glaring by the minute.
"Nothing has to change. We've been friends for this long. Just ... That guy you're looking for? To settle down with? That could be us," added Mingyu, placing a palm on your thigh for reassurance.
"What happens if I say yes?"
Mingyu's eyes grew dark.
"Do you want the PG version?"
You shook your head, mouth agape as you looked to Mingyu.
His face lit up as he leaned closer and closer to you, lips approaching the sensitive spots he had discovered on your neck just a few days ago. Stopping for just one moment, he looked to Jungkook to gesture he sit opposite of you, making you become sandwiched by both men yet again.
Now with both boys kissing down your neck, you allowed your head to rest against the back of the couch, attempting to fight the shudders escaping your body at the sensation.
"As our girlfriend ... we'd take you on dates," Mingyu sucked at a particularly sensitive spot, licking at it afterwards, "buy you pretty gifts, keep you warm at night," he took a pause, licking up the length of your neck, "take care of you every day."
Jungkook continued from where Mingyu left off, leaving soft whispers of kisses under your ear, "We share you. We take you home, cook for you, protect you," he nipped at your lobe, "We love you like no one else could ever imagine."
By now, you were gone. Through their whispered promises, their hands had decided to intrude your space yet again. Jungkook's had found a home between your legs, running up your skirt and gracing at your cunt, but only enough to have you puffing out breaths of desire. Mingyu's had migrated upwards, lowering the straps of your dress and liberating your breasts, hands needy as they pulled and tweaked at your nipples.
"What do you say, princess?", Mingyu pulled away, lips reaching your own, "Wanna have two boyfriends?", he pecked at your lips sensually.
"Mhmm ...", you nodded pathetically, not trusting your voice.
Jungkook groaned at your answer, hand finally slipping inside your panties, "Good girl ..."
"Fuck, gonna treat you so good, gorgeous," said Mingyu, continuing to kiss at your lips tongue seeking your own.
His lips trailed down to your breasts, sensually licking at your nipples, gradually giving them more and more attention. By the end of it, you were crying at the sensitivity.
Jungkook continued to play with your cunt, driving his fingers through your folds at a rhythmic pace that made your hips take a mind of their own, grinding upwards with a complete lack of coordination.
You were so focused on Jungkook's fingers that you didn't notice Mingyu making his way down your body, now kneeling between your legs as his lips made their way up your thighs, marking them to his heart's contentment.
"So fucking pretty ... Been wanting your pretty thighs around my head for years, princess ...", he mumbled to himself, nosing his way towards your cunt. When he finally arrived, he nudged Jungkook's finger's away, sticking his nose against your cunt as he took a shameless whiff of your scent, groaning gruttaly against you.
"So good ... Fuck, need this pretty cunt so bad. Can I have it, baby? Hmm? Let me have a taste of this pretty pussy?" he asked between depraved licks of your cunt through your panties.
Hiccuping back a sob, you nodded, opening your legs wider as you took a hold of Jungkook's hand for support.
Needing no further confirmation, Mingyu went straight into your cunt, ignoring the obstacle of your panties by pushing them aside. In the meantime, Jungkook's hand went to your chin, turning your whiny lips to his own and giving you a languid kiss. His tongue played with your own, taking advantage of your constant cries of pleasure to suck at your tongue and bite your lips as much as he desired.
Your hands went from holding onto Jungkook for support to his pants, undoing the drawstring as he continued to kiss you. With shaky hands, you snuck your hands in, pulling out his hardened cock as you began to jerk it in your hand. Now you were even; equally pathetic cries being released into each other's mouths as you both chased your highs.
Beneath you, you almost missed the way Mingyu's hips began humping against the couch, groans being released into your cunt due to the stimulation. You were far too distraed by kissing Jungkook, but Mingyu's eyes were rolled all the way back as his hips became uncontrollable, cumming in his boxers just moments before he licked you to completion.
Even as you came, Mingyu's lips didn't leave your cunt, just as yours stayed on Jungkook's. The room was a mess of wet sounds of tongues as Mingyu finally separated himself from you to take a breath.
"Prettiest fucking cunt," he mumbled to himself as he let himself lay on the floor of his living room in exhaustion.
"C-cum! 'm gonna cum ...", Jungkook managed to mumble against your lips, attempting to pull back but being enticed by your lips to continue kissing. Your hands sped up at his warning, warning his pretty seed to coat your hands as he reached his nirvana.
With a last groan, Jungkook froze against you while riding his high, hips pathetic in their movements against your hand. Bringing up your hand to your lips, you made a show of licking the remnants of cum, grinning when you beard a unison of groans from both boys.
Out of breath, Jungkook leaned against you, cuddling into you with a satisfied yet smile.
"So, was that a yes?"
Mingyu made his way to the couch again, taking up the last bit of personal space you had.
You chuckled.
"Yes. That was a yes."
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"Fuck, missed you so much. You have no idea," whispered Jungkook against your neck.
After having cornered you in one of Hybe's many endless hallways, Jungkook had grabbed you by the hand and led you to an empty changing room, pushing you up against the door and burying his face in your neck. It was mostly innocent, sans the feathery kisses down your neck. His hands were still in appropriate places.
"I was only gone for a month," you giggled against him.
"A month too long. Do you know how annoying Mingyu gets when you're not around? Jesus Christ," he groaned in mock annoyance, refusing to separate from your neck.
Breathing you in, he hummed, arms wrapping impossibly tighter around you.
"Where is he, by the way?"
"What, not enough attention from one of your boyfriends?", he softly bit at your neck in defiance, licking at the mark he left when you jumped in surprise.
"No! Just ... Missed seeing you two together."
After only a month of entering a romantic relationship, you were embarrassed to admit, but you had become quite needy, always wanting them around. This had led to a few problems within your company, which was blissfully unaware of your three-way relationship, but still had to deal with how much closer you had gotten ā€“ especially in public. There had been a few more rumors as of late, though none actually traced back to anything credible.
"He's at the gym. Should be here any minute, though, since he knows you're back."
"Hmm," you hummed, disconnecting him from your neck despite his complaints, "Wanna start without him?" you grinned.
With a boyish nod and a peak of his bunny teeth, the pretty boy agreed, dragging you over to one of the empty couches in the room.
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'Cause It Was Always You | Azriel x Reader
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summary: After eavesdropping on multiple conversations, Azriel finally gathers the courage to confess his feelings to you, thinking he's on the verge of losing you.
word count: 1,741
warnings: I guess angst at the beginning? But I promise it ends with fluff!
a/n: Billie Eilish's Birds of a Feather has been on repeat in my head and it prompted this cute little idea. Also shoutout to @nocasdatsgay for helping me with a codename for Az.
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ā€œI fear Iā€™ll love Lapis until the day that I dieā€¦until the light leaves my eyesā€¦until Iā€™m in the grave, rotting awaā€“ā€
ā€œy/n, youā€™re drunk,ā€ Feyre had giggled.
ā€œDrunk in love,ā€ you sang in response with a giggle of your own.
And when one of Azrielā€™s shadows reported the silly little smile on your face, the silly little sparkle in your eyes, he shrunk back into the ones that had remained. His heart sank to his stomach, a cold, heavy weight settling there.Ā 
Because you were in love.Ā 
With someone that wasnā€™t him.
Azriel told himself that was the last time heā€™d eavesdrop. And perhaps, that wouldnā€™t have been a lie, if it wasnā€™t for the pesky little shadow that followed you around. It enjoyed dancing and flitting around you. Sometimes, itā€™d make its presence known by weaving through your hair or slithering up your arm. Most times, itā€™d trail behind you, like a little duckling.
Azriel tried to call the shadow back home but it was unwavering, choosing to linger in your presence instead. The same way he wished to linger by your side. And recently, the inky traitor had gotten into the habit of summoning more of his shadows to your side, weaving an invisible bond between you and him.
Every time a shadow returned to him, it brought whispers of your laughter, the sparkle in your eyes, and the softness in your voice when you spoke of Lapis. Each word you uttered about that male tore him apart, every confession cutting deeper than any blade ever could.
ā€œIf you donā€™t ask Lapis out, Jasper will do it for you and believe me when I say you do not want that to happen.ā€
ā€œOkay, okay! Iā€™ll ask him out. Tomorrow.ā€
That was a snippet of a conversation his shadows had reported to him earlier, cutting his morning training short. It lingered with him, haunting him throughout the day. And now, he found himself unable to sleep, constantly turning in his bed.
Azrielā€™s stomach twists into a tight knot, the storm raging outside echoing his inner turmoil. Tomorrow. He was running out of time.Ā  Fear and perhaps, even pride, kept him from telling you how he truly felt about you. But now, he found himself fearing something even worse. Losing you before he even had a chance to say itā€¦
He didnā€™t want to wake up one day and regret his silence, regret not telling you how he felt because of pride or fear. He needed to do this for himself, to break free from the shadows of his past. He had failed to confess his love twice before, and the thought of a third failure was unbearable. This time, he couldnā€™t let fear hold him back. The risk of losing you to someone else was a pain he couldn't endure.
With a deep breath, Azriel steeled himself. He needed to find you, to tell you the truth about his feelings. Before anything between you and Lapis could blossom. He couldnā€™t let another moment pass without you knowing how deeply he loved you.
Which is how he found himself at your doorstep, in the middle of the night, clothes sticking to him like a second skin as the rain pours relentlessly down on him. His shadows stir in excitement, whispering anxiously as they hear your approaching footsteps. His heart is pounding, so fast and hard that he fears itā€™s going to explode.
ā€œAzriel?ā€Ā 
Your voice is still marred by sleep as you blink up at him. That traitorous shadow hovers behind you, peering at him over your shoulder. He glares at it, and it quickly hides behind your hair. You donā€™t seem to notice it, either unfazed or truly oblivious to the shadow that had been following you around for so long.
ā€œDid something happen?ā€ You speak again, brows furrowing in concern. You step back into your apartment, a silent gesture for him to follow after you and come inside.Ā 
ā€œIā€“ā€ Azriel begins but he canā€™t bring himself to finish his sentence. He canā€™t even bring himself to move as his eyes catch the movement of your arms wrapping around yourself to ward off the chill of the downpour. The nightgown youā€™re wearing is thin and short. AĀ  glimpse of your exposed skin has a warmth rushing to his face and heā€™s blushing.
"Iā€”" He tries again but when his eyes meet yours, his heart leaps into his throat, choking off his words. Oh gods, he canā€™t do this. Heā€™s grateful for the rain as it masks the tears beginning to sting at his eyes. He thinks heā€™s going to be sick andā€“
ā€œAre you okay?ā€
His shadows push him forward, wings shuddering in response. Itā€™s now or never. He can do this. He takes a deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat.
ā€œI love you.ā€Ā 
The words spill out in a rush, raw and unguarded. He watches you with bated breath, his shadows whispering every nuance in your expressionā€”from the way your eyebrows raise and your mouth parts as a gasp escapes, to the way your eyes glisten with something heā€™s too scared to discern.
Youā€™re rendered speechless, the silence that follows feeling like an eternity. Azrielā€™s wings slump, growing heavy. He clears his throat, averting his gaze. The need to retreat is overpowering what little courage he had gathered moments ago.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s all I had to say. I should, umā€“Iā€™ll be leaving now,ā€ he stammers, so unsure and so unlike himself.
ā€œAzā€“ā€ you start, reaching out to him, but heā€™s already stepping back into the rain. He doesnā€™t think he can face your rejection, much less witness the look on your face if you donā€™t feel the same.
ā€œGoodnight.ā€
His shadows are like a wall of resistance, fighting against him as he turns to make his leave. He asks themā€”begs them, evenā€“ to swallow him whole. To winnow him away and save him from further mortification. But they refuse. Stay, they insist, tugging and weighing his wings down.Ā 
It leaves him with no choice but to walk away. Every step feels heavier than the last, the rain soaking him to the bone. Listen, his shadows urge as they continue to tug relentlessly at his wings for him to turn back around and face you.Ā 
But he canā€™t. Not when the Mother has seemed to have cursed him with loving those who could never love him back.
ā€œAzriel!ā€
His mind screams at him to keep going, to keep walking away. However, the plea echoed in your voice has his chest tightening. His heart overrides his mind, shadows only encouraging him further. He turns around just in time to catch you as you leap into his arms.
Your legs wrap around his waist, arms encircling his neck in a desperate effort to keep him from leaving. His own arms respond immediately, securing you to him.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t go.ā€
Your breath is warm against his neck as you tighten your embrace, and his wings curl around your smaller form in response, wanting to shield you from the relentless rain. He feels you shift in his arms, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes. One hand reaches out, tenderly brushing the dark fringe from his forehead. His breath catches, and you must sense his inner turmoil because you gently smooth away the furrow of his brow with your thumb.
ā€œI love you,ā€ you say, your hand caressing his cheek. Despite the cold, harsh downpour, your touch is warm and soft. A balm to his frayed nerves.
His heart swells with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming joy. He had prepared himself for rejection, for the familiar sting of unrequited love. But here you were, confessing your love to him with the same vulnerability he had shown you.
ā€œReally?ā€ he whispers, voice thick with emotion, eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.
ā€œReally.ā€
ā€œI thought I was going to lose you,ā€ he murmurs, his voice trembling with relief. ā€œI thought Iā€™d never have the chance to tell you.ā€
ā€œLose me? Azriel, youā€™ve always had me.ā€
ā€œBut you said you loved Lapis? You were going to ask him outā€“ā€
ā€œSo you were spying on me!ā€
Azrielā€™s eyes widen, cheeks flushing all over again and heā€™s glad itā€™s dark enough to conceal it. ā€œNoā€“Iā€“not intentionallyā€¦my shadows, theyā€¦,ā€ he trails off, realizing how ridiculous he must sound.
Yes, his shadow refused to come back to him. But he didnā€™t stop the others from reporting back to him so with a defeated sigh, he says, ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€
ā€œAzriel,ā€ you giggle and heā€™s frowning at you, not finding the humor in the situation. ā€œYou are Lapis.ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€
ā€œYouā€™re Lapis. Cas is Jasper and Rhys is Amethyst.ā€ You explain, lips curling into an amused smile at the sigh of relief that comes from Azriel. How had he not realized that all those names shared one thing in common? And more importantly, that they were color coded to his and Cassianā€™s siphons?
ā€œI needed a codename for you so I can gush about my feelings for you without, you know,ā€ you tilt your head toward that nosey, barely visible shadow that had been following you around. Sensing the attention, the shadow dips and hides again, curling around the back of your neck.Ā 
ā€œI fear itā€™s yours now,ā€ Azriel replies, almost sheepishly.
ā€œGood,ā€ you smile at him. ā€œIā€™ve grown rather fond of it. Just as I have over its master.ā€
His shadows take your words as a welcome invitation, swirling and dancing around you both. Azrielā€™s arms hook underneath your thighs, pulling you even closer to him. Your arms find their place around his neck again.
Then, you're closing the small distance between you and kissing him. Warmth spreads throughout him, reveling in the sweet sensation of your lips against his. The rain continues to pour, but neither of you care.Ā 
When you finally pull away, he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes remaining closed as if in fear that this is all just a dream. You gently kiss his nose, your soft voice reminding him that this moment is real.
ā€œI love you.ā€
Azrielā€™s eyes open, looking right into yours. ā€œUntil the day that I die,ā€ he tells you, echoing your devotion.
Thereā€™s a knowing spark in your eyes as they search his own for answers. It has his lips lifting into a smile that mirrors yours, confirming that he had been eavesdropping on your drunken confession weeks ago.Ā  Your smile widens.Ā 
Ā ā€œUntil the light leaves my eyes.ā€
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This was a better idea in my head but hey, at least I finished it. I also don't know the logistics of having a conversation in the rain but that's the beauty of fanfic, I guess?lol Anyway, I could not get these lyrics out of my head. They were so Azriel coded for me:
I'll love you 'til the day that I die 'Til the day that I die 'Til the light leaves my eyes 'Til the day that I die I want you to see, hm How you look to me, hm You wouldn't believe if I told ya You would keep the compliments I throw ya
the way I keep fixing these lyrics but I think tumblr is glitching or something uggghh, pls ignore the random mismatched sizing
Also just wanted to point out that if Az hasnā€™t confessed, reader wouldā€™ve done it the next day anyway šŸ’€
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I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, AND ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS ā€¢āœ¦ haikyuu
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KUROO, KENMA, IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, KITA, ATSUMU, OSAMU and the little things that matter the greatest when you're with them
ā‰” NOTE ā‹® single as a pringle but I want my future relationship to be like this ą«®ź’°ć£Ė•ā€¹Ģ„Ģ„Ģ„ ź’± these boys make me fall in love hard
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KUROO TETSUROU
It's the way he always stays beside you even though you're both doing different things. He'll rest his head against your arm as you type on your laptop/computer and he was on his phone, browsing for some random meme or nerd stuff. From time to time, Tetsu will show you some funny posts he'll come across just so you can laugh at it together. When he feels the urge, he'll plant a random kiss on your shoulder; and if he still can't get enough, he'll steal a kiss on your lips and who knows it might turn into something more. There are times when he's feeling extra so cuddly and will rub his cheek against your arm like he's your cat in human form, then he'll feel drowsy and fall asleep.
It can go the other way around too when you're caged in his arms with your attention on your phone and his on the TV. He'll nuzzle his nose on top of your head and you'll squeeze tight against his chest, just shrouded with his warmth and scent.
He doesn't have the perfect family growing up. He's awakened to the the impermanence of things a little too early that's why just by having you beside him is more than enough. Just the simplicity of basking in each other's presenceā€”cherishing all the time you get to spend with each other no matter how mundane.
KENMA KOZUME
It's when he treasures every memory with you no matter how small. Kenma will sneakily take pictures of you whenever you're just simply eating fries, you're busy doing work, or crying over a tearjerking scene in a movie. That one time you looked so beautiful as you attend a party with him, the one when you are slightly snoring in your sleep and even when you have your mouth full as you munch on your favorite food, he has an album of all those. He has even created a private Instagram account with photos and videos of you alone and of the two of you as a couple.
Sometimes you will catch him smiling while tinkering on his phone and you just think he's playing a game, but little did you know that he is editing a video of you and the both of you.
He has been content being all by himself yet when you've come along, his world begins to be more colorful. It's like he's playing Pokemon but the one he's catching will always be you and your cute reactions, keeping every bits and pieces of your presence in his life as the greatest gameplay he doesn't want to be over.
IWAIZUMI HAJIME
It's how he wakes you up each morning. Hajime is always the early riser. Set aside the times when he'll surprise you with a breakfast in bed or the instances when you're running late, he'll nag at you so you can get your lazy ass up from bed.
What you treasure the most is whenever you find your head resting against his chest as he fidgets with the strands of your hair. The beating of his heart against your ear is like a sweet welcome in the morning.
Also, the times when you'll wake up to him watching you sleep. His gaze is full of adoration and filled with emotions unspoken. The way his eyes will crinkle in his smile as he say, "Good morning." You feel so lucky to wake up beside this man. Just seeing him you look at you like that makes you grateful of each waking day, getting another chance to spend it with him. You want to freeze the moment, wishing for it not to end anytime soon. Just you and him before the world.
OIKAWA TOORU
It's the pillowtalk you have before going to sleep. How you reminisce the first time you meet each other and how far you've come together. The sparkle in his eyes as he recall how much more beautiful you have become and stronger you have been, growing into the wondeful person you are today. His eyes convey so much fondness and love that they beam even at the dimness of your room. There's also something so special with the way he caresses the side of your facewith the backnof his hand as if he's trying to bury each dip and line of your feature.
You'll dissect your emotions together, the good and the bad. You'll both cry at the sad moments, embrace each other through the hurt and laugh at the silliest and most embarassing memories.
Tooru has always been seeking for external validation, seeing achievement as the metric for his success yet with you it's just so simple. You're all he needs to be fulfilled. With you, it's just so easy. and sharing every moment with you, every loss, every victory, is something he will never ever trade for anything else. For, despite everything, he has finally found the safe space he can come home to at the ebd of each day.
AKAASHI KEIJI
It's when he doesn't want to let go of your hand. Keiji has always been a gentleman, but he won't let anyone break your handhold whenever you stroll outside. He'll always have your hand in his never breaking away. His hold is tight and gentle, expressing how protective he is of you. His thumb usually carresses the back of your knuckles so sweetly and he'll occasionally whisper a kiss like you're his treasured princess. When it's cold, he'll slip your linked fingers inside his coat. Sometimes, he'll gently breathe out against your hand if he notices you freezing. Whenever your handhold will break, he immediately seeks out for you. He'll stop walking just so you can come back in his grasp again.
He has gained a habit of playing with your dainty fingers idly too. Sometimes, it can catch people's attention just by the sheer intimacy of it yet he isn't aware.
Even when you're alone and at home, he still reaches out for your hand. He has you in a tender hold as you watch your favorite show or eat dinner. There are times you'll wake up with your fingers interlocked with each other and it gives you so much comfort. Comfort in knowing you have someone to hold on to for the rest of your life and you know you'll never ever let him go too.
KITA SHINSUKE
It's the way he cares for you like no one else does. Shinsuke will always see that you have eaten enough and at the right time. You can't skip a meal when he's around. If you're busy and can't take a meal right away, he'll bring the food to you. Makes sure that you drink plenty of water and you sleep on time. He snatches your phone away when you take too much time with it even during late at night. When he's farming and you're at work, he takes time to call you during lunch, making sure that you are looking after yourself as much as he's looking after you.
He always checks the temperature outside and prepares the right outerwear for you so you won't catch a cold. Even if you have layers and layers of clothing over you, he'll still pull you close with an arm around your shoulder to keep you warm.
When it's raining, his priority is to get you under the umbrella. It doesn't matter if a part of himself is getting drenched as long as you are not.
He can be strict at times but he is easy to cave in and will allow you to eat your favorite junk food or sweet once you surprise him with a kiss.
Though he can be quite strict at times, he really wish you know how much you mean to him he doesn't want you to be harmed. Your hurt is his hurt and he just simply wants you to take care of yourself the way he cares so devotedly for you.
MIYA ATSUMU
It's because you're his perfect match. Tsumu often buys something in pair. People will see you wearing matching jackets, shirts and caps. You even have couple phone cases and wallpapers because of him. Whenever he has a new jersey, he'll give the extra to you so you can sometimes wear it together. He just loves seeing his clothes on you. You look so good in them that
Whenever he buys something in the grocery, he'll also buy one for you. If there's only ine pudding left, he'll share the other half of it with you. Always with you. He always has you in his mind and thinks of you as he thinks of himself.
Sometimes, he'll sacrifice what he has just so you can have it. He won't let you know about this, of course, but he wants you to feel that you have him as a partner, that he'll be with you in every step of the way and that he sees you as an extension of himself.
MIYA OSAMU
It's because he lets you mess up. Though it's obvious with the way he sweats and brows furrow, how he's so nervous with what the outcome could be, Samu will still let you take over his kitchen.
Normally, he doesn't allow any foreign hands on any of his kitchenware, but you are the only exception.
He'll let you use his non-stick skillet pan though he just bought it. He knows it won't come unscathed after your use but he still lends it to you and you know it so well. Instead of getting angry at you, he just laughs at your mistakes, carressing the top of your head and giving you a sweet kiss. He's aware that you're trying your best to impress him even if he is constantly reminding you that he doesn't mind making breakfast, lunch and dinner for you for the rest of your life.
Most importantly, you can mess up his brand new skillet or even his whole kitchen. He can always get another one again but he cannot get another one of you.
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"How do the monster trio act around (and eventually get with) their crush?"
ā˜† - Monkey D. Luffy, Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro x M! reader.
ā™” - guys m'sososososo insane ab these three m'literally gunna explode | also !! jus cus reqs ar gunna be closed, doesn't mean m'won't be uploadin !! jus not takin reqs f'the time bein (āĀ“ā—”`ā)
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ā€” MONKEY D. LUFFY.
He's so clingy around you, more than he is with anyone else.
Always, always, shares his food with you. Especially if you were busy training before dinner.
He's always around you no matter what. Oh? You're trying to help Sanji cook? He's on the floor watching you. Want to go buy supplies for Nami? He's clung onto your back like a Koala. Want to sleep due to a long day? He's right there in your bed with you.
He's so dorky about it too! Wants to spend every waking moment with you but doesn't know that he has a crush on you, just always wants ta be around you!
He's so jealous without even knowing it. What are you doing hanging out with Usopp when he's right here??
"[Name]..." Luffy groaned, clinging to your back with a sad expression on his face. He had his limbs wrapped around your torso and his head between your neck. "You aren't going to talk with Usopp again, are you?"
You stop walking, staring at him through the corner of your eyes. "Yes? I thought you and Usopp were best buddies, what happened?"
Luffy groans louder, causing Nami to yell at him to shut up from her room. "Nooooo, stay here and talk with meeeeeeee!" He wraps his arms around you three times (thanks to his devil fruit) and starts to shake your body around.
"Luffyā€” I can't even move if you don't let go of me!"
Luffy looks at you with puppy dog eyes. "Why hang out with Usopp when I'm right here?! I should be the only one you have eyes for..." He pouts as he presses his cheek against yours.
Your body flushes. Did... did he realize what he just said?
"Luffy, you can't say things like that if you don't know what they mean..." You huff, trying not to look too deep into what he could've meant by that. Luffy says things he doesn't mean, so you don't want to get your hopes up.
That only seems to coerce Luffy into whining. "I do know what it means! I said it, dummy! Stupid!! You should be mine, not Usopp's! I'm cooler and better and bigger and amazinger and uhm, you're mine because I say so!!"
Amazinger...?
You can't help the giggle that comes out of you, trying to force yourself to calm down while Luffy shakes you repeatedly. "[Name] c'mon, you'll be mine, right? Not Usopp! Cause, he can't cook and he's a sniper!"
"What does him being a sniper have to do with anything? And besides, you can't cook either Luffy."
Luffy blanks for a split second before going back to what he was doing. "I dunno. Doesn't matter! C'monnnnn, [Name], you're bullying meeeeeeeee!"
You hold onto Luffy's arm with a laugh, pressing your cheeks together as a form of affection. "Yes, Luffy, I'll be yours."
Luffy stares at you with surprise before turning back to his usual happy-go-lucky self. "Yippie!! Now, we can do all the things boyfriends do! Like go on dates, and eat together, and sleep together, andā€”"
As he continues to list off all the things he thinks boyfriends do, you can't help but chuckle.
Not like you two weren't doing that before his confession.
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ā€” VINSMOKE SANJI.
(inspired by @/sanjisboyfie 's oneshot ab this tragic little adorable man !! :3)
It took so long for Sanji to realize he liked you because he's not used to being attracted to men.
Thought that every time you complimented his cooking and his heart swelled up, it was just the flu. Nothing interesting or important.
Then, he started noticing how pretty your features were when you were eating, or how embarrassed he gets whenever it's just you and him in the kitchen.
When he realizes he does like you, his mind utterly falters, because... why would you like him back?
Even though there are lingering fears in his heart, he always tries his best to please you. Even if it means blushing like a moron whenever you address him directly.
"[Name]! I uhm, made this for you since you were... hurt, during our last fight." Sanji muttered nervously, averting his eyes as he held out a plate of food. Something small and easy to digest, but a food you like.
You smile warmly as you take the plate from his hands, your fingers brushing slightly as Sanji's face flusters even more. "This looks amazing! Thanks, Sanji. Do you want to sit with me? The seas are calm tonight."
Sanji pauses as he looks at you. His cigarette is inches away from falling out of his mouth and his face dazes.
"Sanij? You okay? You can say no, I won't be mad. It's not even your shift yet and everyone needs sleep." You say with an airy smile as you turn your attention to the food.
Sanji was right (like he was most of the time when it came to you and food), after the 'Big Mom incident' you were quite injured (and hungry). Seeing all the... talking food, didn't do much to raise your appetite.
There's a soft thud right beside you, long black legs resting a safe distance away from yours. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, even if Sanji's cheeks are flushed and he's nervously playing with his thumbs.
"Wowww, this is really good Sanji!" You say happily, flashing Sanji a warm smile as you return to eating the food so gracefully given to you. Oblivious to the man beside you whose face looks so red it rivals Luffy's signature vest.
Sanji looks at you with nothing sort of affection. It's not the same as when Nami or Robin compliment him, you just saying his name is enough to make him flustered, but being this close to you alone might send him into cardiac arrest.
"[Name]...?" His voice is quiet, staring at you with expectant eyes.
You pause eating, covering your mouth, and cocking your head in confusion.
"This uhm... might be a weird question, but do you um,, l-like anybody?" He becomes more flushed with every word that comes out of his mouth.
The second you take too long to answer he starts to curse himself out for even sitting down. Everything was going so well until he opened his mouthā€”
"Yes, I do. What, trying to feel out if I'm single?" You tease with a light chuckle, picking up the last bit of food and holding it out expectantly. "You want some?"
Sanji can't say no to you. Even if he tries his hardest, his body will not let him say no, not to an indirect kiss; especially when you're offering. Even if you might not see it in the same light he does.
He opens his mouth and lets you place the spoon in his mouth as your eyes turn into crescents. "See? Does it taste good?"
Godā€” Sanji feels like he's going to explode.
He nods, begging himself to calm down before his mind starts to run.
"Oh," You say suddenly, "ā€”that was an indirect kiss, wasn't it?" You lin hum thoughtfully and place the plate beside you, letting out a soft yawn as you stretch. "You sure you don't need toā€”"
"I am so in love with you."
"...pardon?"
Sanji stands up immediately, his face red. "Nothing!! I'm sorry, I'm really sleepy now so I'llā€”"
"Sanji, what did you say?" You ask carefully, holding onto his hand to try and stop him from running away.
"It's nothing, [Name], please just let meā€”"
"Sanji." Your voice comes off soft, relaxing your body so you come off as gentle and not hostile. "Just say it, one more time for me, okay?"
Sanji could feel his entire body burning up just from holding hands, more so from him getting caught blurting out his feelings again. He stares at the floor of the Sunny, too ashamed to look you in the eyes. "I... I'm in love with you? I'm sorry if you don't like me back, I didn't mean it I swear!"
"Sanji, what makes you think I don't like you back? Better question, what makes you think I didn't know?" You cock your head playfully, pulling him gently so he's sitting again.
"...what?"
You chuckle. "I've heard all the other embarrassing times you've confessed your feelings, it's just that the crew was around and I didn't want to put you on the spot. I've liked you since we met on the Baratie, silly."
Sanji's eyes widen as his mouth falls agape. You've liked him... for two years?!
"Sanji...?" You move up to straddle him, your hands resting on his cheeks. "Can I... kiss you?"
Sanji nods so fast he thinks his head might fall off.
You smile, leaning forward to press your lips together. Sanji's body physically relaxes as he practically melts into you, his face redder than blood.
It takes all his willpower and the need to breathe for him to finally pull away from you. His face is flushed and his breathing is heavy, staring at you like you're the only man in the worldā€” like you're the prettiest thing in the world.
You giggle, pressing your heart onto his chest. "I love you so much."
Zoning back into reality, he carefully places his arms around your waist. "I love you too, so so much [Name],"
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ā€” RORONOA ZORO.
Zoro isn't good at expressing his emotions, everyone knows that.
So, when he figures out he might have a romantic attraction to you, he's confused about what to do. Considers asking Nami about it, but goes with Robin since Nami is... an interesting woman!
Robin tells him to be upfront with his feelings, or subtly tell the person.
He's a naturally mature person, having a crush on his crewmate doesn't change that by any means.
Even if he is cold to everyone, if you two are alone on the deck of the Sunny, he lets you sleep with him or touch his swords.
Just having you around is enough to calm him down. Seeing as his biggest love language is quality time and you enjoy talking about the randomest things around him, it makes his heart flutter whenever you act like he's the only person in the world who you care about.
"Mhm! And did you know that otters hold hands when they're asleep?" You point to an otter in the marine life book Zoro got you during your last pit stop.
Zoro shakes his head, his arms crossed with a small, barely noticeable amused smile on his face.
"Yeah! It's so they don't drift off when they're asleep. Not sure anyone knows why, but I like to think it's because they don't want to lose each other. After all, they're social animals! Oh! They also like to cuddle a lotā€”"
"Kind of like me and you, no?" Zoro interrupts with a playful aura, causing your train of thought to stop, face flushing as you stare at his smug expression.
"Um, y-yes! Like... like me, and you..." Your voice progressively gets smaller under Zoro's gaze. He moves closer, causing you to move your arms back, resting on your palms. "Zoro?"
"Keep telling me about the otters, don't worry," He replies coyly, grabbing you by the waist and bringing you into his lap.
Your face flushes, stuttering over your words as you nod. Shakily grabbing the book to bring it closer. Carefully picking your words, you begin speaking again. "They might also, uhm, hold hands because they don't have very thick fur. It could be to share body heat and keep warm, since they get cold easily."
"What if I said we were otters?" Zoro asks from behind you, resting his chin on your head.
"Ah, then we'd have to hold hands when we sleep!" Quickly realizing what you said, you try to reel it back in. "O-of course, only if you want to! I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, I know how much you like your personal space soā€”"
"You're in my personal space and it doesn't look like I mind very much, does it, [Name]?"
Twiddling your thumbs meekly, you shake your head no. Zoro laughs and takes one of your hands, putting it above his. The size difference is obvious, your fingers stop just below his second knuckle. Something about that causes a riot in your brain, especially when Zoro squeezes them together.
"Okay, another question," Zoro starts, moving the intertwined hands to your lap. "What if I asked you to be my boyfriend?"
You turn around immediately, staring at him with wide eyes. He isn't... joking, is he? Zoro doesn't normally joke about things (unless he's with Sanji), so it wouldn't make sense for him to joke about this. Especially when it's something so serious.
"Hm? What's your answer, pretty boy?"
You've liked Zoro ever since he sat down and listened to you talk about the different kinds of fishmen after the ordeal with Arlong. Zoro has never expressed romantic attraction to anybody, not even to the bountiful amounts of women who've expressed attraction to him.
Your mind blanks, and you must've been staring at him for too long because the smallest bit of worry falls on his face. "You okay? I'm not forcing you, you know? Saying no is okay."
Saying... no? To a man that looks like he was crafted by Zeus himself? Hell no! "No! I-I mean, yes, I meanā€”"
"Take your time pretty boy, I'm not going anywhere."
He's adjusted your position to where you're facing each other, hands still intertwined as he looks at you with a soft (?) expression. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to make eye contact with him.
You've never looked at his this close before. Sure, you two have cuddled to sleep on countless nights, but then you were always faced away from each other.
He has long eyelashes. Not extremely long, but longer than you thought they were. Even if his eyes are black, you've noticed they soften whenever he looks at you, it makes him pretty.
Meekly, you nod. Holding your head down to try and hide your embarrassment. Before you can, though, Zoro stops you by lifting your chin up with his finger. "You can use words, can't you?"
It should sound condescending, the way he's talking to you, but it sounds more encouraging than anything. Even if there might be light teases mixed with his words.
"Yes, I, I would want to be your uhm... your boyfriend."
Zoro grins at that, pressing a quick kiss on your lips and twisting you around, pulling you closer so the back of your head is between his boobs pecs. "Love you, pretty boy."
"I-I love you too, Zoro," You force out, even if it feels like you're overheating due to the blood rushing to your cheek and... other places, as well as Zoro's added body heat.
You two truly were like otters.
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There is no such thing as being pissed and not sleeping in your shared bed with Katsuki at night.
You have gotten pissed at him several times and been too upset to sleep in the same bed as him.
To be honest you only did it because you KNEW how much he looked forward to holding you at night. Heā€™d spilled his guts one night when heā€™d had one too many, about how much it calms him to be wrapped around you when he sleeps. Just knowing youā€™re safe and feeling your warmth mixed with his.
Youā€™d never told him about that night and maybe it was a little toxic using that against him when he upsets you butšŸ¤·šŸ¾ā€ā™€ļø oh damn well.
But itā€™s not like it ever does you much good anyways.
You guys had gotten into an argument, so youā€™d gone and showered, getting ready for bed. Kats was already in there laying down and it seemed like he was almost asleep already.
(Men being able to fall asleep 2 minutes after their heads hit a pillow will never not baffle me)
Anyways you grab your pillow from your side and try to sneak off toward the living room.
ā€œYa seriously doing this shit?ā€ He grumbles at you.
ā€œIm not going to sleep somewhere im not comfortableā€¦ so yes I am. Nightā€ and you walked out of the room and closed the door.
You made yourself comfy on the couch and curled up. It took you a while to go to sleep because whether you wanted to admit it or not, you were always more comfy intertwined with him too. Heā€™s like a weighted, heated blanket.
It feels like you had just closed your eyes when you were slightly jostled.
You already knew it was Katsuki picking you up and carrying you back to your bed.
ā€œPut me down. ā€˜M not sleepin with you ass face.ā€ You mumble but find yourself snuggling closer to him.
ā€œYour insults suck when youā€™re half asleep.ā€
ā€œKatsu-ā€œ
ā€œShut up. If you wanna fight more in the mornin thatā€™s fine but not tonight.ā€
ā€œWhateverā€ you didnā€™t have it in you to argue. Also it wouldnā€™t have done any good. He does this every time. Letā€™s you get just enough into your sleep that he knows youā€™ll be pliable when he comes to get you.
Sometimes youā€™d wake and sometimes not but either way the next morning you woke up in your bed.
He laid you down and buried you under the blankets before he slid in on his side. Not like he stayed over there.
You felt his arms wrapping around you and his legs tangling with your before you felt a kiss pressed to the back of your neck.
ā€œ Exhausted and my body pillow wants to sleep on the couch,ā€ and he let out this huge exaggerated yawn, ā€œ Ridicuousā€
Wow, so where you saw him as a blanket he saw you as a pillow. What a dork.
ā€œ I love you, canā€™t wait to piss you off again tomorrowā€, he said into your skin but youā€™d already drifted back off to sleep.
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