#he got so stressed he kept forgetting to cut it :(

[loveandleases]

After quite a visit to urgent care, I was wondering who is fretting the most after Mc comes home from the hospital? Who tries to give them alone time? Who is hovering over like a mother, hen? Who has everything prepared and ready? Who is running to get whatever Mc asked for?

Ok, first off, are you okay?!

❤️ Cam – He will fret. You know the saying, “like a chicken with its head cut off”? That’s Cam. He’s constantly rushing around, making sure MC is comfortable and has everything they need. It’s one thing if he’s sick or hurt, but it’s something else entirely if MC is. Obviously, he won’t cook for MC—that would do more harm than good—but he’ll make sure to get some home-cooked meals from Em (that he can heat up in the microwave if needed).

Cam’s already clingy, so he’ll be just a bit more so when MC is sick, though he’ll also want to ensure they get plenty of rest. He’ll set up a spot for himself in a chair in the corner of the room—far enough that he thinks MC won’t get annoyed with his presence, but close enough to be there if they need him. (Of course, he’ll be in constant pout mode if MC mentions needing space, but he’ll respect it.)

💙G – A total mother hen. They will ensure that MC isn’t lifting a finger for anything. G has a comically large first aid kit and a medicine cabinet stocked with everything they think MC might need. While MC is resting, G takes care of everything else (plus makes sure MC gets a good, long nap). Food will be made fresh. By the end of it, MC will likely be tired of them, but G just wants to ensure they’re properly taken care of.

💚Kara – She isn’t the best when it comes to taking care of someone. Kara vividly remembers getting sick as a kid and how everyone fussed over her because she’s the baby of the family. Due to that she has the belief that people need space when they feel bad. She’ll put together a little care package for MC (complete with cookies she baked, despite refusing to believe she can’t bake good ones—it’s in everyone’s best interest if they’re tossed). She’ll also send over the family doctor a few times to make sure MC is okay, but otherwise, Kara will let MC relax and take it easy.

💛M – Oh, poor Mar is stressing. They've got a notepad full of notes of what the doctor had said. What MC needs, what they can and can't do. M still ends up making several trips to the pharmacy to grab everything they think MC might need.

They’re scatterbrained at the best of times, and this situation is no different. M ensures MC is well taken care of, with plenty of blankets, any necessary meds, and even a trashy movie to watch. For once, they refuse to work—honestly forgetting about some deadline and focusing entirely on MC. They even manage to get over three hours of sleep, which is a rarity for them. Regardless, M will keep on high alert until MC is fully better.

💜 Isaac – They're, but you’d never know it from how he masks it with humor and a flirty comment like, “You’re just trying to keep me around, aren’t you?” Still, Isaac can't help but hover, making sure MC has food (even if it’s takeout) and everything they need, while pretending it’s no big deal. Isaac isn’t one for overt emotional gestures early on , but they’ll do the small things—like leaving their favorite snacks or a blanket nearby—without drawing attention to it. Isaac will try to distract MC with jokes and funny movies, but deep down, seeing them vulnerable like this reminds them of losing their own mom. It leaves them feeling conflicted, somewhat guilty. Isaac will care for MC in their own way, even if he's terrified of getting too close.

🖤 Ardent – He’s on top of his game. Ardent will ensure that MC isn’t bothered by anyone, has a proper place to recuperate, and that the noise is kept to a minimum and the temperature just right. He’ll play it off like it’s problematic for him, but when he’s not looking, it’s easy to see the worry on his face. He’ll struggle with giving MC space while staying nearby when they need him. Ardent would even offer up his room for MC, letting Cam keep Cupid until MC is better. He tries to plan ahead and have everything MC might need. But if MC wants a specific type of candy that he doesn’t have, he’s gone in an instant. No room for discussion—just accept his help. (his niece will not let him live it down.)

[askmafiabobvelseb]

Noticed Bobs hair over time got very long. Bbg needs a haircut :(

He does, in the very near future. And when i say near, i mean, he goes into the hospital and chops off his long ahh mullet with a pair of hospital scissors.

[exopelagic]

ohhhh my supervisor is so sick of me

[harrysfolklore]

yn piastri fretting over oscar’s broken rib and oscar’s like, “gee you’re worst than mum” & nicole’s just like, “yeah i don’t need to worry about oscar when yn’s around”

the rumors are true: i'm obsessed with writing this little scenarios

read little bitch here

"Are you absolutely sure you're comfortable? Maybe we should prop you up a bit more," you hover anxiously over Oscar, adjusting his pillow for the third time in as many minutes." Oh, and do you need more ice? I can run and get some. Actually, should we call the doctor again? Just to double-check everything's okay?"

"YN, I'm fine," Oscar groans, "It's just a broken rib, not the end of the world. I'll be racing in Hungary next weekend anyway."

"What? No, absolutely not!" your eyes widen in alarm. "You can't race with a broken rib, Oscar. That's insane!"

Oscar rolls his eyes dramatically. "It's cracked, not broken. And I've been cleared by the medical team," he stresses, "You're worse that mum sometimes."

From her seat in the corner, Nicole chuckles. "Oh yeah, I don't even have to worry about you when your sister is around. She's got the overprotective mother role covered."

"Thanks, Mum," you say, turning to her. "My therapist has great opinions about it. She says my anxiety comes from a place of love."

"Yeah, well, your love is suffocating me right now," Oscar snorts.

"Osc, I'm just worried about you," you stressed again, "It's too dangerous. What if you crash? What if your rib punctures a lung? What if-"

"What if aliens invade during the race?" Oscar interrupts, mimicking your concerned tone. "What if a meteor hits the track? What if I suddenly forget how to drive?"

"This isn't funny, Oscar! I'm serious!"

"So am I! Carlos nearly drove with a burst appendix, and he was fine!"

Carlos, who's been quietly watching the siblings' back-and-forth like a tennis match, pipes up. "Well, 'fine' might be stretching it. I was in quite a bit of pain, actually."

You whirled on Carlos, who suddenly looked very interested in the ceiling. "Oh, don't even get me started on that piece of stupidity!"

"In my defense," Carlos cleared his throat awkwardly. "I didn't actually race…"

"Only because the team had more sense than you did!" you exclaimed.

"Back when you pretended to hate Carlos but you were at the edge of your seat worrying the entire time he was at the hospital," Oscar teased, making you roll your eyes.

"That's not the point right now," you crosses your arms over your chest, glaring at Oscar. "We're talking about your safety, not my past… concerns."

"Oh, but I think it is relevant," Oscar grins mischievously, sensing an opportunity. "Remember how you kept texting the group chat every five minutes when Carlos was in the hospital? 'Just being a decent human being,' you said. As if we couldn't see right through you."

You feel your cheeks heat up, aware of Carlos' gaze on you. "That's... that's completely irrelevant," you stammer.

"Is that so, hermosa?" Carlos chuckles softly, moving to stand beside you. "I didn't know you cared so much back then."

You shoot Carlos a look that's half embarrassment, half exasperation. "Don't you start. And you," you turn back to Oscar, pointing an accusing finger, "stop trying to change the subject. We're talking about your cracked rib and your ridiculous idea to race with it."

Nicole, who's been watching the exchange with poorly concealed amusement, decides to intervene. "Alright, kids, let's all take a breath. YN, honey, I understand you're worried. But Oscar's right - he's been cleared by the medical team. They wouldn't let him race if it wasn't safe."

"But-" you start to protest, only to be cut off by Oscar.

"No buts," he says firmly. "I appreciate the concern, sis, I really do. But this is my job, and sometimes it comes with risks. I promise I'll be careful, okay?"

You sigh, feeling your resolve weaken. "Fine. But I swear, Oscar, if you so much as wince during that race, I'm storming the track myself."

"Now that I'd pay to see. YN vs. Formula 1 security," Carlos jokes, "My money's on you, mi amor."

As you and Oscar continue to bicker, your mom and Carlos exchange amused glances. Carlos leans towards her, speaking in a low voice.

"Has YN always been like this?" he asks, a fond smile playing on his lips as he watches you fuss over Oscar.

"Oh, you have no idea," Nicole chuckles softly. "This is actually quite mild compared to when they were kids. There was this one time when Oscar was about seven, and he fell off his bike. Scraped his knee pretty badly. YN, who was ten at the time, went into full nurse mode."

"What did she do?" Carlos raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Well," she continues, "She insisted on 'quarantining' Oscar in his room for a week, claiming he needed complete bed rest. She even made a 'Do Not Disturb: Patient Recovering' sign for his door. Poor Oscar was going stir-crazy by day two, but YN wouldn't let him leave. She brought him all his meals, read him stories, everything."

Carlos can't help but laugh at the image. "That sounds exactly like something she would do."

"Oh, it gets better," Nicole grins. "When I finally convinced her that Oscar was fine to go outside, she insisted on wrapping him in bubble wrap before he could ride his bike again. Said it was 'necessary protective gear'. Oscar looked like a little astronaut waddling down the street."

Their laughter catches your attention, and you pause in your debate with Oscar about the dangers of racing with a cracked rib. "What's so funny?" you ask suspiciously.

Before Nicole can respond, Oscar, catching on to the conversation, groans dramatically. "Oh god, Mum, please tell me you're not telling the bubble wrap story."

Your eyes widen in realization, and you feel a blush creeping up your neck. "Mum! You promised never to mention that again!"

Carlos, still chuckling, wraps an arm around your waist. "I think it's adorable, hermosa. You've always been a protector."

"Well control your girlfriend! She's trying to bubble wrap me again, I swear!"

"I am not! Although..." you trail off, a mischievous glint in your eye, "it's not a bad idea for the race. Extra padding couldn't hurt, right?"

"YN, no!"

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon has one favorite piece of clothing you wear and of course when he's having a rough day, you just have to wear it for him.

Simon was all stress and tension, tight shoulders, furrowed brows, and pursed lips. He had just come back from deployment and had not fully decompressed yet, having a harder time of it this go around. Usually a day was all it took to get him to slough off the burdens of his job, yet this was day two and he was still not feeling himself. You wanted to do something to help him release all that pent up emotion, and you knew just how to do it.

Something that he just couldn't resist.

At the front of your closet you found it, his current favorite piece of clothing you owned: a flirty little floral number that he had bought last time he was in. The moment he saw that dress on you after having spotted it sitting on that rack in the store, the way it hugged your curves like it was made specifically for your body, he knew you could not go home without it.

The fabric was soft, cut incredibly short, and low cut enough in the front that it left barely anything to the imagination... exactly what you needed it to do.

You slipped it on, the only thing you slipped on, and headed back out to the living room where he sat in the oversized cushioned seat idly messing around with his hands as some show played in the background on the TV.

As you casually stepped into the room, his eyes fixated on you as you walked closer towards him, a little extra sway in your hips as you moved.

Squatting down to your knees before him with your hands splayed across his thighs for leverage, you kept his gaze locked within your own as you pushed open his legs a bit more so you could crawl between them and into his lap. You arched your back as you moved up until you were able to wrap your arms around his shoulders, your breasts pressing against his chest.

"Hi," you smiled playfully. With gentle fingertips you combed your fingernails through his scalp at the back of his head while you rocked your lower half lazily back and forth between his legs to keep your knees from getting stiff.

Those brown eyes began to sparkle back to life.just as they always did whenever you were around. "Hi back," he smirked; it was clear that you were up to something, though he didn't know what yet. "And just what do ya think you're doin', luv?"

You shook your head back and forth. "Nothing," you said, feigning innocence by diverting your eyes coyly before looking back. "Just thought I'd look nice for you is all."

You had peaked his interest and he raised a strong brow as his hands found your hips. "Is that why you have this thing on?" he asked, pulling at the fabric of your dress. "Cause you've got my attention; you know how much I fuckin' love that little thing."

"Exactly why I put it on," you smiled. "Maybe I'm trying to take all your attention, make you forget all your cares."

That one line made his cold heart skip a beat; you were always doing little things like that to please him and fucking hell did he enjoy it. Simon's hand captured your chin in its grasp suddenly and he firmly pulled your face into his so that he could press a kiss to your soft, moist, inviting lips. It was instaneous the way he melted into you, his shoulders relaxing the moment your lips met, as if everything else in the room had desolved except for you and him.

"God, you are a pretty fuckin' thing, aren't you, sweetheart?" he breathed against your mouth. "Always remindin' me how fuckin' lucky I am."

He released your chin and moved down to your back where his fingertips drug across the length of your spine down all the way to your ass and back again is slow rotations.

"Mmmm..." you hummed into his sculpted shoulder as you rested your head there while he touched you.

Shit like that made the ice he built around his heart to keep him sane during missions melt. "You like that, yeah?" he asked with a smirk as his rough hands traveled down lower until he got to the curve of your ass where he cupped it in both of his hands.

"Aren't wearing any panties?" he said with surprise as he cradled your bare bottom covered just slightly by the very edge of the dress hem before he slid his hand under the fabric to massage the bare skin. "Fuckin' hell, sweetheart."

You chuckled as his touch sent shivers up your back. "Thought maybe you'd want to play with me, if you aren't busy that is," you said against the crook of his neck before your lips connected repeatedly with the flesh there as you held the side of his head against your palm. "Why don't you let me help you unwind?"

Jesus Christ how in the hell was he supposed to say no to that? His touch became more greedy and firm in response to your offer. "You keep sayin shit like that luv," he growled, "and I might just have to fuck you until my mind is empty and your legs are numb. Come on, come 'ere."

Offering his open hand, Simon pulled you up so that he could move you into his lap so you could sit on top of those full thick thighs. Your perky breasts sitting up high in the front of the dress hit his vision, immediately making his head woozy. "This, this right here is already making me forget every fuckin' thing."

It had been a hot minute since you had been showered in his unique brand of flattery and you couldn't help the warm, red flush that flood your cheeks at his words. You turned your head, embarrassed that even after all this time you'd been together he could still make you blush.

"Don't you look away now sweetheart; you just keep looking at me with those pretty eyes. Don't gotta be shy 'round me," he purred as he guided your head back, "not when I'm about to have that pretty little dress layin' on the ground. Or maybe... shit, I'll just fuck you in it."

Again you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close. "Whatever you want," you said. "Use me."

Damn, you did always know the right words to say to make him come alive. "You are just too fuckin' good to me, luv," he sighed.

He was a lucky, lucky man indeed.

[hannieween]

lover | heartbreaker drabble | c.sc

You and Seungcheol finally get a chance to get away from finals, homework and your parents.

✧ pairing: choi seungcheol x female reader ✧ genre: fluff, smut (18+) ✧ aus: boyfriend seungcheol, uni student cheol, flashback drabble ✧ word count: 2.7k

✧ warnings under the cut!

✧ warnings: this drabble is connected to my heartbreaker series, so smut with plot, pussy whipped cheol, unprotected sex, pull out method [don't do this i do not recommend], big dick seungcheol, edging, cumming on skin, a little 🤏🏻 bit of breeding kink. pet names: angel, baby (hers) babe, baby, (his)

✧ disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers ONLY. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.

✧ author's note: this kind of came out of nowhere so please excuse the grammar and spelling errors lmao

four years before

Going on a mini trip together for a weekend was exciting. To you, it implied lying to your parents to get out of town, forgetting about finals, about restless nights of studying but above all, being with your boyfriend, Choi Seungcheol.

You told your parents you were staying with your friends for a sleepover, which somehow worked. But in reality, you were going camping with your boyfriend, whom they still have some reserved opinions about.

Seungcheol and you had been dating for six months at this point. And everything felt like a dream to you. Granted, your parents do not like him, despite their lack of comments about him. But you were young, and you were in love.

He is closer to graduating, so he seems more relaxed about university than you. The idea of going camping was his, seeing that you were about to reach a breaking point due to stress and sleepless nights. His power to convince you to drop everything and go was more efficient than you thought.

The windows were rolled down, letting the hot spring summer air sweep inside. Your boyfriend kept one hand on the steering wheel, and the other was busy grabbing your hand, playing with your fingers. And occasionally, he would slide it on your bare thigh, inching his fingers up and then down.

You were hot on the face and neck, eager to jump on him. You were still exploring a lot about intimacy with him, but God, you wanted him. You wanted him so bad it was nearly embarrassing.

So, when you got to the campsite, it was nearly impossible to yank your gaze from his thick body. The way his biceps flex as he worked setting the tent up. He had refused to let you help him to do the heavy work. But every now and then, he would just point at something and say, "Would you pass me that, baby?" partly because he knew what you were thinking.

It was as though he could read your mind.

The sun set; you had a nice afternoon with him. So, when it is time to get inside the tent, you felt so fucking nervous to be spending the night in the same bed, or sleeping bag, with him.

Few were the nights you both had had the chance to sleep with him. Mostly just naps. But the first time you slept together was some five months ago, when you had your first time with him.

So now, your body was so close to his, to his warmth. You shared the same sleeping bag that could fit the both of you. Arm to arm with him, your knee brushing his. He shifted positions, lying on his side next to you.

"Do you have to sleep shirtless?"

Seungcheol cocked one eyebrow at the sound of your question. "I always sleep shirtless," he replied, a smile tugging at his lips, making its corners twitch. "I sleep with even less, actually," he chuckled, propping his head on his fist to look at your face fully. "Why, baby, do you want me to put something on?"

"No," you mumble quietly, starting to feel hot on the face and this time, it is not because of the hot weather. "It's just distracting," you said with an airy tone, you sighed.

But the reality is, this is your boyfriend, you just have to endure the weight of being so unbearably and embarrassingly attracted to him.

He finds your awkwardness cute. Granted, everything you do is cute to him. So, a smile breaks free on his face, almost knocking the air out of your lungs over his striking beauty. "Distracting, huh?" he mumbled, his eyes scanning the features of your face, as if trying to memorize the way that they look whenever you are flustered.

You only gave him a nod with your head, feeling shy. But you lifted a finger nonetheless, and started tracing a line over his collarbone. "I like you," you whispered, though that much was obvious. You have already told him you were in love with him.

"I know," he chuckled, trying not to shiver under your light touch that was now trailing down the middle of his chest, between his pecs. "I like you too," he said, his voice beginning to strain over the tension he was feeling in his body.

"I know," you said too, breathing out a giggle and the sound of it appeared to have an effect on him.

His gaze went soft and he could no longer try to hide the way your touch made him feel. So he leaned over, placing a hand on your cheek, making your sweet gaze lock with his before slotting his lips between your own.

"I love you," he emphasized, the emotions fluttering inside him making his voice a mere shaky whisper. It is the need he felt for you, to feel you whole and close to him, to make you his.

Seungcheol had never been in love. Not like this. Everything you did, made him a little crazy. "I love you," you mumbled back, the sweetness of your voice was what egged him on.

He dived for another kiss, this time a deeper one, his lips captured yours, moaning in your mouth when you parted your mouth slightly, giving him access to his tongue.

"Baby," you breathed, breaking the kiss only for a second because his lips are pressing on yours repeatedly. His hands slid from your cheek, his fingers now tangled in your hair. "Cheol," you called breathily.

"Yes?" he hummed, peeling away from your lips so he could see your face.

"Did you..." you start your question, but then, "Nevermind," you shook your head lightly.

But Seungcheol is not content with that, obviously. "What?" he mumbled. "Tell me," he insisted when you just shook your head in reply.

You know if there is something that drives him up the wall, is to wind him up and then leave him hanging.

"Tell me," he laughs lightly and your heart jumps at the sound. Then, he climbed on top of you, trying to tickle the answer out of you. "You bratty little thing," he gritted when you tried to fight his hands off.

But he continued poking at your ribs with his fingers, enjoying the sweet sound of your laughter and your squeals.

"Stop, stop," you wheezed, brushing a tear from the corner of your eye.

Seungcheol decided to let his joyful attack die. He placed a hand next to your head, leaning over to trap your lips with his own, giving you a chaste and quick kiss.

He was just about to slump back on his spot next to you when your hand sneaked on his nape, bringing him into a hot, rushed kiss.

Defenseless, he grunted in your mouth, his arm gave in, so his body fell on top of yours with a crash. "Baby," he chuckled, trying to lift his bodyweight off you.

His protests were quickly muddled by your needy lips, kissing him fervently. He was moaning into the kiss already, swept away quickly by the warmth radiating from your body. And when eased the lower half of his body on top of you, you could feel just how hard he had gotten with just teasing you.

Oh god. You thought. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

"Babe," you muttered, emboldened by the fact that he had given up to the make out session amply. And you know that it was very difficult to him to stop once he had started. "Did you bring condoms?" you blurt.

It was as though a bulb ignited over his head. "Is that what you wanted to ask me?" he breathed on your mouth.

"Did you?" you pressed, his chest was squeezing yours.

And you were convinced now that he could feel the frantic beating of your heart.

"No," he admitted, cursing himself silently because that was at the top of the list of things he did not want to forget.

"Baby," you reproached.

"I forgot," he chuckled, continuing to kiss you.

But you could tell that the fiery need is dissipating with each kiss. He kissed you slowly, but then he broke away, and was just about to roll over when, "Please, just a little bit longer?" you asked, holding his bicep to stop him from peeling away from you completely.

He placed his elbows next to your shoulders, so his forearms are framing your head. "You know how this goes, angel," he said softly, his fingers brushing away the hair from your face when you stay silent, so he kept going. "We kiss, we want more..." he sighed heavily, but out of the tight pressure gripping his heart.

You knew the idea was crazy, but goddamn, you want him. And you were unbearably horny. "You could pull out," you suggested, the anxiousness fluttering inside you making your tone waver.

Seungcheol stiffened for a second, and then let out an airy chuckle, thinking you were joking. But when you remained looking at him, nervous, his smile dropped. "Baby, are you serious?"

"I am," you reply, warmth tingling on your cheeks, your eyebrows knitted. "Please? Please, babe. I want to feel you."

Seungcheol scanned your face with his eyes, over and over again and that is how you knew, his mind was reeling.

He leaned over, placing soft and sweet kisses on the corners of your lips. "I could get you pregnant," he muttered gently. "What if pulling out doesn't work?"

"I don't care," you blurt, feeling an ecstatic shudder invade you.

"You don't care if I get you pregnant?" he laughed, amused by the thought that you were so needy that you were starting to be reckless. "Wanna have my babies?" he mused, his voice low again, raspy, and so dangerously sexy.

"Yes" you whispered shakily. "I want you."

And that is everything he needed.

He went all in, truth be told, he used to consider himself strong-willed. But that was before he met you, and fell on his knees for you, basically.

In seconds, he worked on you to tear your clothes off. You were so horny that the cool air of the night did not get to you. He ripped your clothes off, like a mad man about to ravage you whole.

He kissed every single inch of your body, loving the way you called out his name, the sounds of your moans. But it was the way you looked at him that drove him absolutely crazy.

Seungcheol made a trail of kisses from your lips, to your chest, kissing your nipples, cupping your breasts with his large hands while he teased your nipples with his tongue, making you moan salaciously.

Good thing you were in the middle of nowhere and chances were, completely and absolutely alone, you thought.

He laughed breathily against your skin, sneaking a look at your face before continuing to kiss your tummy, trailing down. Then kissed your belly button, making you flinch at the feeling of his wet lips against a very sensitive spot.

His hands gripped your thigh from the upper-front area, so you got a glimpse of his fingertips digging on the plush of your skin before lapping up the juices from your pussy.

You thrashed, crying out in pleasure as his tongue laves at the taste of you. Seungcheol moaned with you in delight, giving your folds broad strokes with his tongue.

In the months you have been his girlfriend, you have had few opportunities to do this, so everything is so very new to you. Every feeling, every touch feels electrifying.

Seungcheol loved it. He loved that you were discovering this world with him. He was your first everything, and he was so eager to explore his deepest, darkest fantasies with you. And he knew that you were eager to do too.

He loved the sound of your voice, the taste of your skin, your pussy. He loved eating you out so fucking much he wanted to do that for hours, to give you orgasm after orgasm. And one day, he would.

"Cheol," you call out breathily, tensing and shaking beneath him. He had started to tease your swollen clit with his tongue pointed against it, swirling around it.

That unfamiliar but needed burning sensation was pooling inside your belly, and Seungcheol knew it was closer because of the sounds of your moans, airy, so very lewd.

You succumbed to your orgasm fast, enjoying the sweet, sweet pleasure consume you in shockwaves. You thrashed, crying out his name loudly, fingers curling in his black, unruly hair.

Seungcheol wasted no time, getting to his knees as you pushed his sweats and boxers down to his mid-thigh, he leaned on top of your body, slotting himself between your shaky thighs.

You could not help it. Your eyes wandered down his frame. Seungcheol has a thick body. Thick thighs, thigh biceps, thick neck. You swallowed hard, spotting his cock, fully hard, his cockhead glossy with precum.

He saw the needy look in your eyes, you want more, he realized. But he decided to stop and tease you a little, grabbing his thick, veiny cock, gliding the tip between your folds, nudging your engorged clit.

You winced and moaned, your hands flying to his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him.

"Look at me, baby," he muttered, his voice raw in need.

And you do. You looked at his eyes, he pressed his chest against yours before pushing his cock inside you. The warmth and wetness made him moan at once, his mouth parting and you saw his self-control dissipating as he started thrusting his cock inside you.

But he rolled his hips tortuously at a slow, calculated pace. Still looking in your eyes, enjoying the way your body trembled beneath him.

"Cheol," you called out breathily.

Seungcheol was going insane, he knows there is no way he could last long like this. "Fuck, you feel so good," he gasps.

"Seungcheol." you insisted, your teary eyes searching his face. "I think–I'm going to come," you gasped, closing your eyes and stirred on the sleeping bag, trying to resist the fiery waves rippling through your body.

Seungcheol moaned, unable to look away as you came on his cock. Your orgasm came fast, and hard. But he kept going, pushing into you desperately now.

"God, fuck," he gasped, dropping his head on your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut. "Fuck!" he gritted, pulling out of you in a split-second.

You were both breathing hard against each other, but Seungcheol is shaking, rigid, trying with all of his might to not come. He decided to force himself to get you to your high at least one more time.

You waited, still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You felt almost embarrassed for coming five seconds after he went inside you.

But he recuperated quickly, positioning himself between your legs again, determined to keep fucking you raw. He was driven insane by the sounds of your moans, by the way you trembled and looked at him.

He edged himself two more times, overstimming himself. What did it was to think that one day, he might just keep fucking you full of his cum, and get you pregnant. He could no longer contain himself, pulling out of you to pump his throbbing cock with his fist, groaning loudly as spurts of warm cum land on your tummy.

He breathed slowly, trying to get his heart rate down. He looked at the mess on your tummy, the beads of white, sticky cum on your lower abdomen. Then, he looked at your face, thinking of apologizing.

But instead, he spotted the fascination plastered on your face, you were wide eyed, lips glossy, skin dewy in sweat. You like this, he realized. And that might have sent him into a frenzy.

"So," he begins, his breathing still ragged. "You wanna have my babies?" he smiled.

✧ author's note: this is not proofread i'm sorry. if there are some fluctuations between verb tenses, that is because i typed this in a mad state at @cvntrlseecvntrlvee who is the sole culprit of my seungcheol brain rot.

anyway,

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[twstowo]

Hi person who asked about part 2 of 'True loves kiss' just though of something else to it where true loves kiss wasn't the cure.

Sorry that I sent 2 ask, I literally just thought of this after I sent it. Sorry again mate.

♡︎I loved writing this so much! This is really long because I got excited and couldn’t stop typing.

♡︎Includes: Housewardens and Jamil

♡︎Warning: Angst

♡︎First part

⋆⋅☆Riddle

For days, he had been consumed by the task of brewing a potion to break the sleeping spell that had befallen you. Despite the absence of romantic feelings reciprocated, he considered you a dear friend and couldn't leave you in such a state. However, the process took its toll on his mood, turning him less tolerant of those around him in Heartslabyul. Collaring people became an automatic response to his heightened stress, a reflection of the turmoil brewing within him as he fought with studying and contemplating your unreciprocated feelings.

His efforts took an unexpected turn when Ace rushed towards him, delivering the news that the spell binding you couldn't be broken with a love kiss. The revelation sent Riddle into a state of emotional disarray. Could this mean there was still a chance that you harboured feelings for him? He clung to that glimmer of hope, even if small.

As your eyes gradually opened, he tried to maintain a calm demeanour in your presence. However, any uncertainty about your feelings evaporated at that moment, for the enamoured gaze you directed at him, as the first thing you saw after a prolonged slumber, provided all the answers he ever needed. In that moment, he bends down and hugs you, catching you off guard with the sudden show of affection.

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⋆⋅☆Leona

Ruggie had had enough of Leona, and it seemed everyone else felt the same way. Leona's glare was enough to send people running. He locked himself in his room, skipping classes, and ignoring Ruggie's attempts to snap him out of it. Every time Ruggie told him to move on from you, Leona just got angrier, as if it hadn't crossed his mind before. But erasing your face, your voice, and the moments you spent together turned out to be tougher than he thought.

When Ruggie shared the news that the sleeping spell on you couldn't be broken with a true love's kiss, Leona didn't react. He told Ruggie once again to leave him alone, burying himself even deeper in uncertainty about your feelings.

After you woke up, Ruggie briefed you on everything, and you decided to visit Leona and get him out of his room. As you walked in, you heard his annoyed voice, thinking you were Ruggie coming to annoy him. But when you told him you loved him and took a seat on his bed, he quickly pulled you into his arms. The two of you spent the rest of the day there, finding comfort in each other's company.

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⋆⋅☆Azul

Days had passed since you woke up, and Azul, dealing with the aftermath of unrequited love, tried making a potion to wake you up. He promised himself to cut ties with you, but it was hard to forget, especially when Floyd and Jade kept stopping your attempts to talk with him. This left him alone to think about how desperate you seemed when the kiss he had given you proved all he needed to know. He struggled with the idea that maybe, like others, you were only interested in his favours and wealth.

However, one day a teacher mentioned casually that the sleeping spell on you couldn't be broken with a kiss. This hit Azul hard, making him reconsider the possibility that you might have loved him all along, remembering all the times you had tried to tell him your feelings, only for Floyd and Jade to push you away from him.

Without wasting time, Azul ran to find you. Anyone watching would hardly recognize the composed Azul Ashengrotto in the frantic figure racing through the corridors. When he saw you, he was left speechless. You looked hurt, and he understood why, by the Seven, you had all the right to be even mad with him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he held onto your shoulders, asking for forgiveness over and over, making a mess out of himself in front of you, and when you hugged him and said it was okay, it brought a rush of happiness he hadn't expected.

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⋆⋅☆Kalim

After waking up with a potion, Kalim continues treating you the same way as always. He invites you to parties and talks with you every day, and the two of you become inseparable again. It's only when you decide to express your love for Kalim, in which he immediately reciprocates, that Jamil intervenes wanting to speak with you in private.

Jamil, who had never seen you as a threat to Kalim before, now seems to think that your confession and the failed kiss might indicate ulterior motives, possibly tied to Kalim's wealth. This misunderstanding creates confusion, as you genuinely hold feelings for Kalim, and you're left perplexed as to why the kiss didn't work.

The situation gets untangled when you and Jamil discover that a true love kiss could have never awakened you. Despite this revelation, when Kalim learns of it he remains unfazed and continues to treat you with the same kindness and warmth. You're torn between being thankful for his understanding and worried about how nonchalant he is about the whole situation.

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⋆⋅☆Jamil

Every moment after you woke up turned into torture for him. He knew that every act of kindness you directed at him was purely platonic, and he despised it because he had fallen hard for those gestures before, mistaking them for romantic interactions. Whether you clung to his side while talking, helped him with cooking preparations, or focused your attention on him in the presence of Kalim, it tore him apart. The desire to tell you to go away and leave him alone overwhelmed him, but he also knew that if he did, Kalim would eventually invite you to hang out, forcing him to witness the two of you being friendly. It was especially painful because he wished it were him with you instead of Kalim.

One day, he overhears you talking to Kalim about him, and to his surprise, you express your intention to confess your feelings to him. Anger bubbles up in him – does he look like a fool to you? He's well aware that you don't see him in that way. When you gather the courage to confess your love, he quickly calls you out, leaving you with his cold words echoing in your head. Your heart shatters, and you swear to never see him again.

However, everything changes when he learns that the spell you were under could never be broken with a kiss. This revelation means that you did love him when you confessed, and he's left conflicted. Though you occasionally cross paths in school hallways or during Kalim's invitations, you avoid making eye contact with him. It takes Kalim's insistence to push him to approach you in Ramshackles and fully explain himself. As he deeply apologizes for everything, you find it hard to stay mad, understanding the depth of his feelings. Eventually, you let him in, allowing the two of you to spend some time alone and clear the air.

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⋆⋅☆Vil

After you wake up, Vil decides to make you fall for him. Just because he wasn't your true love before the sleeping spell doesn't mean he can't become that with time. You notice him becoming nicer, always kissing your hand when you meet, inviting you over more frequently, and Rook occasionally delivering bouquets of your favourite flowers, claiming they were ordered by Vil. It leaves you in an embarrassed mess, as it becomes evident that Vil has feelings for you.

Over time, Rook overhears that the sleeping spell could never be broken with a kiss. He hastily informs Vil, who sees it as an incentive to make things official with you.

The next time you meet is at Pomefiore, in a dimly lit room with only a table and two chairs. Vil has arranged what he intends to be the most romantic dinner of your life. When he expresses his love for you, he wants the moment to be etched into your memory forever.

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⋆⋅☆Idia

He finds himself confined to his room for the next few weeks, and not even Ortho can pull him out of the depressive episode he's plunged into. When he finally gathers the strength to leave his bed, he meticulously packs away all the little gifts you gave him in a plastic bag. Deleting your conversations on every platform, blocking you, erasing your character in The Sims 4 (whom he had married to his own), and moving his Minecraft bed away from yours, he goes to great lengths to sever all ties. He can't believe he allowed himself to believe that you truly loved him. Having opened up to you and shared his personal lore, he feels played and betrayed.

Ortho reaches a point where he has to break down his door, informing him about the spell not being broken with a kiss, just to get him to stop sulking in the corner. However, now that he's aware of the truth, he doesn't know how to proceed. Ignoring you for so long, he assumes you must hate him.

It takes Ortho's intervention once again to call you and explain Idia's situation for you to visit him. You had noticed being blocked and the removal of his Minecraft bed, but the sudden distance was a mystery. Upon finding him lying on the floor, you talk to him about everything. You also take the opportunity to express your love, leaving Idia frozen in place. A pink hue surrounds the two of you as his hair becomes the only source of light in the room.

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⋆⋅☆Malleus

He decides to wake you up with his magic after Lilia suggests it as the best course of action, even if his love remains unrequited. He attempts to distance himself from you, finding it challenging and painful when you approach, casually chatting with Silver, Sebek, and even Lilia, greeting him with the soft smile he adores. Unable to contain his emotions, he finally confronts you, questioning why you don't love him. You're taken aback, attempting to explain your genuine feelings for him, but he dismisses you as a liar, teleporting away with a thunderous echo.

Weeks pass without any communication, until Silver enlightens him about the sleeping spell, explaining that a kiss wouldn't break it and that was the reason you didn't wake up with his kiss.

Upon hearing this revelation, he rushes to find you near Ramshackles. He pleads for your attention, kneeling in front of you, asking for forgiveness and professing his deep love. Watching the heartfelt scene unfold, you eventually take him into a hug, and the two of you remain locked in that embrace, reluctant to let go.

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boyfriend!chan thoughts

chan would be the best bf so yeah | sfw and nsfw under the cut

warnings: mention of having a period and taking medication, mentions of getting engaged/married, moving in together, mirror sex, shower sex, public sex, hickies and marking, voyeurism, home videos, pegging, somnophilia // minors dni, 18+

sfw

boyfriend!chan who learns all the names of your stuffed animals because you have specific ones for specific circumstances (if you're sick, tired, stressed, etc.)

boyfriend!chan who tells you he's going to marry you one day at Least three times a week - and the thing is he truly means it!! he's just waiting for the right time to really propose

boyfriend!chan who wears a necklace with your name/initials on it so everyone knows he's entirely, wholeheartedly and 100% yours in every way, shape and form

boyfriend!chan who has reminders on his phone for any medication you take and when your period is due - just in case you forget to take them or forget to track it. he even messages you to remind you when he's away on tour

boyfriend!chan who gets a tattoo of a heart that you've drawn on his chest, right above where his heart is, because to him you ARE his heart and he wants part of your close at all times

boyfriend!chan who wished you happy national girlfriend's day before you were even together because he knew he wanted you to be his girlfriend from the moment he met you

boyfriend!chan who proposes to you when you're in his hotel bed in a foreign country - because to him, the fact that you'd even consider flying out to see him on tour just because he missed you is the biggest green flag he's ever seen

boyfriend!chan who makes a joint pinterest account with you to make inspiration boards for your dream house, and tries him damn hardest to make all those dreams come true when you finally move in together

boyfriend!chan who sweeps you off of your feet and carries you to bed even if you only seem slightly tired or unwell or achy. like, literally carries you bridal style from the front door and tucks you into bed, refusing to let you move and literally carrying you tho the toilet and back if you need it

boyfriend!chan who can't keep a secret from you At All !! like even if he tries to tell a white lie, or tries to hide a surprise date or anniversary or birthday present, it just doesn't work - crazy how a guy is so in love that he literally cannot tell a lie

nsfw

boyfriend!chan who loves fucking you in front of a mirror so he can make you watch how you fall apart on his cock - drool, makeup and tears everywhere

boyfriend!chan who is capital o Obsessed with shower/bath sex !!! in the mornings while you're getting ready, late at night when you need a break from the test of the guys, when you take a bath together to relax - he just loves it

boyfriend!chan who marks you up so often you've never Not had hickies since you got together. he loves seeing the traces of your late night activities on your neck and chest, and knowing that you trust him enough to make you completely his is such a turn-on

boyfriend!chan who drags you into a club bathroom so he can flip up your tiny skirt and pull your thong to the side so he can pump you full of his cum - don't worry about being quiet, baby, no one's gonna hear over the music anyway

boyfriend!chan who has a video camera hidden in his wardrobe purely for making home videos with you - and by god, there's a lot of them over the years. all the tapes are kept in a shoe box under the bed too

boyfriend!chan who doesn't stop pounding into you when one of the boys accidentally walks into the room. in fact, it gets him going even more and he nearly busts a nut when he sees hyunjin's flustered face and hears your moans get more choked up and high-pitched

boyfriend!chan who adores it when you cuff him to the bed and put a blindfold on him before riding him. it sends all his other sense into overdrive and overwhelms him in the best way possible - especially when he hears the wet slaps of your pussy leaking all over him

boyfriend!chan who gets so high on the adrenaline of performing that he physically can't contain himself from picking you up onto the nearest surface and eating you out the second he comes off stage... and mayb he goes back on for the encore with your juices all over his face, his dick straining in his pants

boyfriend!chan who got caught fucking himself with a dildo when you came home one day, and know his favourite form of stress relief is having you peg him, an god he looks so pretty with his back arched for you

boyfriend!chan who ruts against you in his sleep, little whines and whimpers spilling from his lips and reminding you just how much of a cute puppy he really is, and if you stick a hand under his boxers to help him out, who has to know?

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My Love, Like Winter, is Eternal

Summary: You find you can't sleep, and your partner resting right next to you listens to your late-night thoughts.

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: SFW, Fluff, Second Person POV, gn! reader.

It’s easy to forget what lies beneath a frost. When the world is coated in so much snow, one might lose memory of the blooms in spring. Most people think of winter as this harsh and cruel season. It often comes hand-in-hand with negative metaphors like death or apathy or the end of any good thing. There was a time when you thought much the same. Now…you can’t help but almost feel bad for winter- for snow. There’s so much warmth there that goes unnoticed.

Poetic thoughts like these came easy to you in the early hours of the morning. Especially during nights where you couldn’t sleep. Maybe that’s why you found yourself finding feeling sad for an environmental passage of time of all things. Well…you had to give yourself some slack. There was a reason why snow had such a loving space in your heart; why you found yourself telling your coworkers who dared complain about the cold all the wonderful things you could do in the snow. Even after all the odd glances you got most times. A noble task, you would tell yourself. One might call you a…polar protector? A Snow Spokesperson! A Blizzard Bodyguard! A—

A large hand covered your face, cutting you free from your thoughts. After successfully catching your attention, the hand moved back to the body it belonged to. “You’re thinking too loudly…” Voice low, tone slightly slurred with half-consciousness, Zayne brought a thumb and forefinger up to rub at bleary eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.

You felt a bit guilty for waking him up, knowing he’d be heading back to the hospital in a few hours. “You can read my thoughts?”

A huff of a single chuckle escaped him as he turned on his side towards you. As he spoke, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you toward him. “I think I have a few years to go before I can read your thoughts, but I can read your body language. Tossing and turning, fidgeting hands, rapid breaths. Symptoms of someone far too awake. What’s keeping you up?” A note of concern seeped into his tone. He kept you close while fixing and straightening some wild strands of your bed-hair. Based off his smile, you could tell you looked a bit more on the disheveled side. Something he was all too happy to fix. Meanwhile, he still looked as refined as ever. Gorgeous, like a statue chiseled from ice plucked from heavenly mountain-tops. Or perhaps that was just the rose-colored glasses talking. You found yourself still falling head-over-heels for him, and crushing like you hadn’t been together for a while. “Hey…” Zayne’s smile faded, his hand moving from your hip to your cheek. Apparently, he’d taken you staring at him in silence as some sort of hesitation. “Talk to me. Is something wrong?”

Well, now you felt a bit sheepish. Zayne was probably thinking you were plagued by some kind of stress. “Just thinking…about snow.”

“Snow?” he asked, incredulous that something so simple was keeping you awake, almost looking more worried. “Don’t tell me you’re making winter plans already?”

“Not really…”

The mattress shifted as he propped his head up on his elbow and sighed. His forefinger began to trace the outline of your face. “Penny for your thoughts? I won’t be able to sleep if you continue being so cryptic.”

You groaned a bit, not able to handle the thought of him getting no rest just because of your silly mind. “I’m just thinking about how sad it is that the cold gets such a bad rap.” As you explained that, you noticed how his face contorted into a mixed expression of confusion and amusement. You gave him time to speak, ready to hear him laugh or tell you to put you and your crazy mind to bed. Nothing was said by him, seemingly waiting to hear your intense thoughts at three in the morning. “It’s always talked about like some heartless, lifeless thing, but it’s not! Ice cream is cold and it’s one of my favorite things! In winter, you can wear cute coats and scarves, warm up with hot chocolate, and snuggle up by the fire. Plus, snow is so pretty. When it falls…it’s so comforting. I just… I wish people saw all the good in it that I do.” You glanced up at him, still waiting for him to roll his eyes.

Instead, he only looked at you softly- lovingly. With a little tug, he pulled you closer, lying back down while tucking your head under his chin. “I see. So, you think winter is sad that so many people dislike it?” He adjusted the blanket around you both, making sure your heads were comfortably on the pillows.

For some reason, you felt like crying. Maybe it was just because you were sleep deprived. Or perhaps it was because you tended to forget how safe of a space Zayne was. He’d joke with you, follow along with the bits you came up with, even listen to whatever you had to say running on four hours of sleep like he’d also gotten a degree in therapy. “I bet it gets lonelier than the other seasons…”

“Hm.” He closed his eyes, and for a moment you thought he’d fallen back asleep. When he spoke again, his voice lowered, his face nuzzling your head ever so slightly. “I think…that the snow is content enough being loved by you.” Zayne’s body was warm. Perfectly so. His hand ran up and down your back in slow hypnotizing rubs.

“I’m just one person in a world with millions of people… It deserves more than just me.” You were starting to feel drowsy now, eyelids going heavy at a rapid pace. A little moan rumbled in your throat as you shifted about to get comfortable, turning on your other side so Zayne was curled against your back. His presence was like a soothing blanket, your body enveloped and protected from things that might do you harm. Ever your valiant healer even outside of battle.

A kiss pressed into the back of your shoulder as you slotted yourself against him, fitting like a perfect puzzle piece. “I don’t think it’s greedy,” he whispered softly. “It sees the way you rush outside to greet it when it’s snowing, even if you’re not wearing something warm. It’s happy to take on the role of being cold so your hot chocolate tastes that much better, feeling the heat run down your throat…into your stomach…sinking down into your toes.” The way he was speaking was slow and purposefully melodic, like the narration of those resting meditation videos. He was trying to put you to sleep. Zayne took a deep breath, like he was minutes away from falling asleep himself, forcing himself to stay awake until he knew you were at peace. “It’s glad to make the world quieter so you can find yourself drifting off much easier.” He kissed the back of your head, resting his face against your body with a large exhale.

For a moment, you listened to the soft sounds of his breathing, staring at the subtle rays of moonlight seeping through past the curtains. All the strange anxiety that had kept you up melted away. You had to admit to yourself that you weren’t quite worried about the winter at all. But you weren’t sure where the doubt came from. Here he was, making you feel loved like you never had before. “You think so?”

“I know so. The winter will…always be there for you. Forever.” A small waver of emotion filled his voice.

“And my love, like winter, will be eternal for you…”

With one last squeeze, he laughs. “Oh? And here I was thinking we were talking about snow, but I’m flattered.” Words laced with mirth, he tried to pass off that he wasn’t aware of the true meaning behind your worries the whole time. You jabbed him a bit in the ribs with your elbow. In return, he used his Evol to press an icy cold hand against your back.

In the end, you both ended up not getting much sleep at all anyway, but neither of you cared in the slightest.

[valiwrites]

can you do a lamine yamal one with like an argument between him nd reader (angst to fluff)

MORE THAN ENOUGH

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

type: angst to fluff

warnings: mentions of cheating

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It was supposed to be a fun day—a day just for you, Lamine, Pedri, and Gavi to relax, laugh, and forget about any stress. Lamine had even surprised you with the idea of going ice skating, something he’d never shown much interest in but knew you loved.

The moment you stepped on the ice, you were all grins, turning to wave at him as he teetered forward, arms out for balance. But as you skated around, it quickly became clear that Lamine wasn’t exactly a natural. Pedri, on the other hand, was surprisingly steady on the ice, so naturally, he helped you glide around as you showed off a few moves.

You’d been laughing and joking with Pedri, sharing stories and banter, all while making sure he didn’t take a spill. What you didn’t notice, though, was Lamine watching every interaction, his expression turning from amused to tense as the afternoon wore on.

Eventually, you looked over to check on Lamine, who was watching you from the side, arms crossed tightly. You gave him a wave, but he didn’t wave back. Instead, he walked off the ice, hands shoved into his pockets, his face a stony mask.

You blinked, feeling the warmth drain from your cheeks. What’s wrong? you wondered. You skated back over to Pedri, trying to shake the feeling off, but your eyes kept drifting to where Lamine stood on the edge, staring somewhere else, anywhere but at you.

After a while, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. As you got off the ice, you thanked Pedri, giving him a quick hug, then made your way over to Lamine, catching up to him just as he was about to head toward the parking lot.

“Lamine!” you called, reaching out to grab his arm.

He stopped but didn’t turn around. His shoulders were stiff, and you could feel the tension radiating from him.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, voice soft but genuinely confused. “Why’d you just leave like that?”

He finally turned, but the look in his eyes wasn’t one you recognized. There was hurt there, yes, but also something darker, a mix of frustration and… jealousy? He bit his lip, almost as if he was holding back something harsh, then shook his head. “Why don’t you ask Pedri?” he muttered, his tone biting.

You took a step back, startled by his words. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on, don’t act clueless,” he snapped, voice louder than you’d ever heard it. “You spent the whole day with him, laughing, holding onto him like… like I wasn’t even there.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off, anger spilling out faster than you could process. “It’s like you’d rather be with him than me. It’s like… maybe you’re just looking for a reason to leave. Maybe you’re just waiting for me to slip up so you can run off with him.”

“What?” The hurt in his accusation cut deep, but it was his tone, laced with resentment and insecurity, that made your heart ache. “Lamine, that’s not true! I was just trying to help him skate. You’re the one who walked off without saying a word.”

“Because I couldn’t take it!” he burst out, his voice breaking slightly, revealing the vulnerability he was trying so hard to mask. “I couldn’t stand there and watch you with him, looking so… happy. Like you don’t need me.”

You stared at him, unable to process the flood of emotions on his face. He looked as though he’d been holding this in for too long, and now it was finally spilling over, raw and unfiltered. His breathing was heavy, his hands clenched into fists as he tried to keep his composure.

“I thought we were having a good time together,” he continued, his voice quieter now, almost defeated. “But then it’s like… every time you’re with him, I start to feel like I’m not good enough. Like I’m not enough for you.”

Your heart twisted at his words, guilt flooding through you. “Lamine,” you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm, but he pulled away, his hurt evident.

“Do you even want to be with me?” he asked, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. “Or am I just… am I just filling in until something better comes along?”

“Lamine, no,” you said, shaking your head as you took a step closer, desperation creeping into your voice. “I’m here with you because I want to be. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m definitely not leaving you for Pedri.” You took a shaky breath, hoping he could see the truth in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, and I’m sorry. I… I didn’t realize.”

He looked down, his jaw clenched, his fingers brushing through his hair as he struggled to hold back everything he was feeling. “It’s just… it’s hard sometimes,” he admitted, barely able to meet your gaze. “I see you two together, laughing, talking like you’ve known each other forever, and it makes me feel like I don’t measure up. Like I don’t fit with you the way he does.”

Your heart ached as you stepped forward, this time managing to take his hand. “Lamine, no one could ever take your place. I love you, and I’m here because I choose you every single day.” You paused, letting the words sink in as he looked at you, finally letting some of the tension drain from his face. “Pedri’s just a friend—someone who’s there to make us laugh and have fun. But you’re… you’re the one I want to be with, no matter what.”

He let out a shaky breath, his shoulders finally slumping as he absorbed your words. Slowly, he pulled you into a hug, holding onto you tightly, as if afraid you might slip away if he let go.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he buried his face in your shoulder. “I didn’t mean to get so angry. I just… I get so scared that one day you’re going to realize you deserve someone better.”

You held him tighter, rubbing his back gently, reassuring him with every touch. “I don’t want anyone else, Lamine. I’m with you because I want you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes, a mixture of relief and vulnerability flickering in his gaze. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly, wiping away the last of his unshed tears as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, sealing your promise. And in that moment, you felt his tension fade, replaced by a quiet, contented peace as he held you close, both of you finally understanding that, together, you could weather anything.

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❥ DAY 3. Camgirl! with Eren Jaeger

Summary. Eren got you a tulip necklace on your birthday, one that you never take off, not even during your livestreams on a secret site at night. And Eren could recognize that necklace anywhere.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of y/n, all characters are adults, smut, use of a toy, overstimulation, maturbation (both receiving).

Word count. 3,056.

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Seeing how you get so excited by receiving something so small and simple as a necklace with the shape of a tulip makes Eren's heart throb uncontrollably from excitement.

He created all the design from zero, keeping in mind one time where you told him that your favorite flower was the tulips. Every minute of designing it and working long shifts to pay it totally worth it when you jumped on his arms giggling about how grateful you were to have a bestfriend like him.

Even though he had some girlfriends in the past, his big crush on you never disappeared completely.

Small touches and risky jokes about how it would be if you both would start dating were the farthest that he achieved to make you blush and think a little of the idea of dating him.

This was making him go crazy, but he enjoyed those moments when you kept hugging him longer and tighter than usually.

Some weeks later after giving you that gift —and loving the fact that you never take it off— he came home early from Uni tired from his assignments. All that he wanted was just to find something to distract himself a little and forget about all his final projects piling up on his desk.

Looking at the clock it was still too soon before Armin came home from work, and the games on his console were updating.

Since he was alone, stressed and single, he opened a tab with a particular logotype that he usually only opens late at night. He reminds himself that it will be quick and just to relax a little before starting working on his lab reports. 

Anyways— the neckline that you chose to wear today combined with the necklace were calling for his eyes all day, almost feeling like you noticed the way his eyes darted down in the middle of your conversations.

While fighting with his inner thoughts, he starts to scroll down with a blush on his face.

There were the usual miniatures of the typical plots, maybe it was on his saturated brain but any of those titles or previews were particularly calling for his attention. 

When he clicked back to the top of the page, the option of "Livestream" awakened an interest in him. 

He didn't usually watch those thanks to being used to watching this kind of stuff at night since his schedule and Armin's were almost the same, which led to not having too much time alone at home.

But today things were a little bit in his favor, so he clicked on it. 

There was a top ones where you could only access if you paid a fortune for it, so he scrolled more to find the ones of the "Rising stars", one of them was called "TulipGarden" which made him smile at the sudden thought of you coming to his mind.

When he checked the profile, there was only a cutted photo of a girl in a red bra. The photo only showed her smile and her breasts, which gave him a small hint that the girl was cute, so he clicked it and paid a considerably smaller amount to enter.

Eren throws his head back sighing while the charging screen loads the stream, it's the first time he does this and it feels a little weird. Connie once confessed that he spent like 200 dollars on a cam girl he used to follow. He's not the kind of guy who crushes instantly on a hot girl like his friend, so this might be a one time thing.

"Oh! Welcome to the stream, KrugerSoldier!"

The sound of that familiar soft voice drives a cold shiver through his spine, causing him to straighten on his seat and look immediately at the screen in a way that makes his head go dizzy for some seconds.

There you are. Well, a part of you, since half of your face is covered with a white burlesque mask. But he could recognize that voice anywhere, just like that hair, those lips, that skin, and specially: that necklace.

Eren has to bite his lower lip when his eyes can't get off from how that necklace swings between the curve of your clothed breasts with a white lingerie while you lean over to the screen to read the comments. Letting all the viewers see how good your tits hang almost exposed.

Thankfully, he chose as nickname the last name of a friend of the family who used to take care of him when he was a child, so you don't know yet that it's your best friend. 

Sorry, Sir Kruger, hope anyone who knows you finds about this username.

"Okay, since there are some new guests on my stream I'll repeat the donation goals!" Since you were seated again on the chair, Eren's attention got back again to your masked face. "Listen carefully! I won't repeat it, okay?"

Eren nods completely stunned even if you can’t see him. At this point he doesn't even care if Armin comes and opens the door to find him in such a compromising situation.

“Well, as you know, through the donations you can control my… toy” Your face gets blushed, even if your cheeks are half covered, the viewers can notice the cute blush growing on them. They love to see your shy reactions previous to the show of how the lust gets all over you, causing the notifications to start blowing a little and make you bite your lip as you close your eyes, throwing your head back. “Yeah… Just like that”

The donations are just like one or five dollars, so the vibrations aren’t intense, but enough to have you already squirming on your seat struggling to keep talking, you can only whine and thank them for the donations with a broken voice. 

Oh.

So she's into that.

Eren’s reaction is not far from yours with his head thrown back like yours, his hand is already squeezing softly his hard cock above his gray sweatpants and the soaked spot on his boxers might betray him soon. 

Your voice is coming out stained, trying to keep talking through the stimulation of the small pink toy vibrating inside your core as the notifications keep coming.

“G-God! Fuck…” The notifications stopped a little, but the insane wave of them interrupted your words by leaving you breathing hard as you try to recompose and hols the border of your desk to look again at the screen. “Y-You missed me a lot, as I see. Well, as I was saying–”

Kruger Soldier has donated 30 dollars!

A louder “Ding!” resonates on the stream along with the high pitched moan coming out from your mouth as the strong vibrations invade you for some seconds.

You squirm on the gaming chair like you’re trying to escape from the small toy buzzing inside you, covering your mouth and trembling as the site blows a banner saying “Congratulations! Second goal achieved: Getting off from the underwear!”

Even if Eren’s aching cock is already being tortured by his hand stroking it harshly up and down, he’s surprised about how hard the vibrations were sent due to his high donation.

Truth has to be said, he planned to just donate 20 but his finger slipped while he was freeing his erection from his pants. 

But he’s not complaining when he sees you sliding down the braces of your bra with a lustful smile, biting your lip while your body is still trembling.

“I see that the new one is a little eager, huh? If you keep that peace I might think of giving you a reward…” His eyes widen, not only by knowing that you’ll reward him if he spends his entire wallet on making you squirm in front of hundreds of strangers, but also by the sight of your bare tits on display for him.

He has fantasized a lot about seeing you naked when he’s touching himself like now. Imagining how they would bounce after taking off your bra while you ride him, and that thought can finally be checked on his list of fantasies— at half, at least.

He lets out a  stained moan coming from his mouth squeezing himself a little harder seeing how you shake them in front of the camera. His mind is going more dizzy right now, he could die right now and he’d be totally happy that his last view is how good that necklace looks between your breasts.

And when you shake them on camera? God— He might fucking cum already.

Best fucking present in the world.

The notifications start to blow again, getting a little higher numbers just to get you on the sweet edge of pleasure just like always. 

An idea comes to your mind since there's such a good welcome this time, and you take a quick glance to the bed behind you.

Your desk is just in front of your bed, just for ease when the streams get a little more heaty, this kinda looks like an occasion for it. But you need a little reassurance from your viewers, just to be sure.

“Y-You guys are being so good to me today… Should I– Fuck!” Eren has sent another multiple small donations that make you break the character for a little, making you tremble and see again how good those tits look when you start to shake. 

The moans can't be held when the vibrations are being sent without a break for you. Your cunt is dripping on the small toy and you have to tangle your fingers on your hair while the other squeezes your breast to not, finally, rub your clit to reach the orgasm. 

“You really like to tease me a lot this time…" You see the comments praising you for such a good show and you take a breath before continuing, trying to keep the character. "D-Do you want me to get on the bed for a better show? One for no, two for yes. But I'll leave the decision on our new good visitor, Kruger Soldier. Just for being so good to me, y'know."

The small body on his screen is trembling, already feeling close and you have just reached the second donation goal to get naked, but the way you still manage to keep the act makes Eren snort with a big smile.

You're so cute.

But for you he's the devil.

That damn viewer is sending you so many constant donations that at this point you could cum just by seeing his name on the screen, predicting that this might be the donation that might be getting you screaming his username.

Kruger Soldier has donated 10 dollars!

Even though the vibrations make you moan sharply on your hand, it disappoints you a little that he chose to keep it on the chair.

“O–On the chair, will be then.” You huff, still squirming but a little sad, until another wave of vibrations startles you on your seat in a cry. 

The notification sound comes again, from the same user, but this time it comes with a message: “Srry. You said two for yes, right? My bad:)”

You bite your lip at the message after you recover from the intense stimulation, holding your laugh.

This person is clearly teasing you, but you’re starting to enjoy this little game. Anyways, you’re always grateful for a good tip during your streams.

Eren is already close to the orgasm when you get on the bed, letting the camera catch how good your naked boy looks. But he won’t cum now, even if his balls are begging for the release he won’t. He wants to cum with you. 

No, he needs it.

When you get on the bed facing the camera, he gets a little sad of not being able to get the view of your ass in delight for him just like your tits before, but he won’t start complaining right now that his red tip is almost exploding with an orgasm.

With small donations of 5 dollars, Eren doesn’t even gives you time to get comfortable on the bed, already having you bending on the bed, with your chest pressing on the mattress as you hold the sheets on your fists, trying to hold something to repress the hard waves of pleasure covering you while your knees try to keep your ass up to give the viewers a good view of the curve of your back. 

There's still a part of you that chose this position to let you enjoy the pleasure, wrinkling your eyebrows through the torture of the pleasure and being free to scream on the sheets.

Your moans are harder than ever in a stream before, due to being a “rising star”, your donations are usually small and not that constant, so you aren't used to being this stimulated.

But this new viewer is so stubborn with the notifications that you’re almost forgetting that you’re on live when your hand stops grabbing the sheet to rub almost violently on your clit to reach the sweet orgasm.

On the other side, Eren is already sweating hard, wanting to take off his hoodie to stop dropping on his clothes like he just finished working out, but that would mean stopping giving him pleasure just at the same time as you as he keeps donating. 

“Fuck— Please cum, dear…” His voice is already so needy, a small tear coming out from his left eye as his hand gets a rougher and messier peace.

You both already forgot what you are doing, what page you are on or even the fact there are a lot of other people watching you. 

The screams of your pleasure are being sinked on the matress but the camera still gets your legs shaking and your cunt tightening around the —fucking still vibrating— toy. You cry hard against the sheets as you ride the orgasm when the viewers start to enjoy your high.

It’s then, when you scream hard against the mattress and your body shakes and rolls on the bed, compulsing and arching of the pleasure that the vibrator is giving you. You grab your tits, thighs, hair and the sheets trying to control the intense shaking of your body as the juices of your cunt blow, soaking on the mattress and making a wet lustful mess of a squirt. 

Meanwhile, Eren is cumming harder than ever in his life in a loud moan that chants your name and covering his hoodie and sweatpants with white strings and stains of cum. 

He knows that this is going to be a headache to clean, mostly because it is his favorite hoodie because you gifted it to him on christmas but it’s okay.

You won't get mad if you're the reason why it's dirty, isn't it?

Seeing how you’re still laying on the bed, with spreaded shaky legs and still compulsing a little because of the hard orgasm is —even if the context is not the best— the cutest thing. 

How you try to get up, holding the bed with weak arms and trying to catch your breath when you walk, trembling to the chair and sitting, fixing your hair a little and smiling shyly.

Eren is not sure if the blush on his face is because of his previous orgasm or because he's madly in love with you.

“Hey… I–I’m sorry, I think that I should…” Your voice is husky and shaky, it even gives the hint that you’ve never came like this on live since your embarrassed reaction. “I should end the stream right now, I… I’m too weak to keep going. I love you guys!”

You wave at the camera shyly and send some kisses before the screen goes black. Eren closes his eyes, still struggling to calm after what he saw and did. He didn’t expect to find you on a page like this but he also can’t complain after almost spending all his money on making you cum.

⋆·˚ ༘ *

“You should fight with your boss for a raise on your pay. Seriously.” You rest your elbows on the bar of the cafeteria, waiting for your coffee as Eren is preparing it.

“I know that you just want me to take you to watch that movie that you like.” Eren grabs your nose between his knuckles, making you whine and blush at his action.

Since he saw you on that page, he has never entered that section again. But he’s gotten more flirty with you, he wants to own you, to see that cute fucked out face again. 

But only for him.

You pout at him and caress his hand when he lends you the cup, causing him to tense when your nails caress softly his veins.

“That's true but only a part of it. Come on, I miss you!” Your words make his chest throb and breathe heavy, almost making him grab your face and kiss you. “And, why do you suddenly need money? What did you spend your money on?”

Eren’s eyes glance down to your neckline, where the tulip necklace rests and slowly starts darting to your glossy lips and finally your eyes. He know that you noticed how his eyes almost ate you out but, since you didn’t leaned back from the touch, he brings his other hand up to your face and put a string of hair behind your ear, making you shiver at the contact.

"And what about you? Don't you have a job or something?" He ignores your question, looking deeply in your eyes.

You laugh softly, shaking your head, still caressing his hand with your thumb.

"No, I don't. I had one but it got boring and I dropped it." Eren chuckles at the answer, leaning a little closer to you and making your breath knot on your throat as you glup.

"That 's better. I want to be the only one who spends his entire wallet on you. No one else, okay?"

Eren has to hold himself from kissing you when you nod, biting your lip, giving you your coffee and asking you to wait for him while he changes into his normal clothes.

Maybe clicking on that stream was the best decision he could ever made.

@softlilpeachxx

[cookiepie111]

Bite me love me pt 2

Local Austrian man manages to woo and disgust a lady in 5 minutes

König x black reader

A/N: shame you just can't seem to shake that man off. A second part to bite me. Love me. Some time has passed in the story. Reader goes to watch a movie at königs house. Reblogs are appreciated. Smut. Not proofread

Tag list: @thatmusedhatter @himboelover @canyonswft13 @montenegroisr @kneelingshadowsalome @havikshoochiemama @wordstome @lanalafey

"Hey :)"

.... It's him again

"So what that guy who pulled out a knife out on your date??"

"Yeah. Then he won't stop messaging me, and pulled up at my house."

"Yeah.....he also bought you a coat. Which you're now wearing. To his house...."

It's time for your friend to mind her business...

" .... if I didn't go to his he'd just come to mine!"

Which isn't false he's done so multiple times since your first date. To give flowers, pick you or simply because he was bored. Maybe if you know where he lives it will give you a leg up on him?? Find some dirt on him. Something, anything!

♡

His place is nice. Way nicer than you could have thought, his city house seemed like the safer option. simple and clean, honestly, it looked like no one lived here, there's no pictures or trinkets. No items that could even tell you anything about say for the stack of cd's on the table. Old school. That's all you got.

"......."

"....."

you can't enjoy this movie. It feads in the background, while static plays in your head and tingles in the back of your eyes. The week's been a little bit too rough with you. There isn't a support network here like there is back home, no friends you run to, calling them just isn't the same. you need to talk and cry to someone. You need some comfort. You need to be held.

It's his thumb wiping away the tears from your eyes that brings you back. "What's wrong?" so wrapped up in your feelings, you forget how close he was, cradling your face in his hands as he inspects you. leaning down to get a closer look at you, blurry eyed mess

You can't help it , burst into tears hard, choosing to hide away in his shirt than face him. He holds you close to his chest, pulling you in, allowing you to take out your emotions on his chest. He's so warm.

"I-I've just ha - had a rough week. --Been really str-stressed. " it's hard to get the sentence out between hiccups it's silly. You couldn't even point a finger to any one thing that upset you. It just felt awful inside. Tight so wound up why bother telling him. But it wouldn't stop you kept crying.

His touch is spreading warthm all over you, from the hand that rubs your head to your back. To think he could be so gentle. That you'd fine solice in this man.

"It's okay. A rough week can be fixed. I will help you. I'll be here for you"

Oh, he's being so kind.

This is it ,This is the comfort you've been missing, feeling you've been craving. His body so warm and steady next to yours. This is-

"Having an orgasm will help you calm down and relax"

.....

UGHH!

And just like that, the spell is broken, veil lifted. This man is no longer comforting or sweet. The arm around no longer comforting, you quickly need his hands off you.

Yet His hand still remains.

The disgust in your eyes is apparent, too strong for him to brush off as he quickly moves to explain himself.

"Female or help realise endorphins and make you feel all happy. If I eat you out, it will make you all warm and fuzy inside. You can stop thinking for a bit-

[Cut the fucking cameras]

His rambling fades out as you stare blank eyed at this man. Is, is he really trying to justify why he should get to eat you out.... ugh oh gosh that's what you get for trusting this man. time to leave

"It's fine, just lie down it's fine." You're snaped out of thoughts by his hands, moving you to lie down.

"König!" He's wrestling you down before you can complain.

"Shh, sshh, it's fine, darling. I'll take those nasty thoughts away"

It happens a little bit too quickly, the tugging of your pants, discarding of your underwear before you know it he's staring at your bare pussy and suddenly realise how serious he is about this

"Wait könig-"

He doesn't waste any time, that's for certain. Fucking his tongue into you, he eats like he's been longing for this like this was the only moment for him. Feeding the deep ache in his stomach.

Your legs hurt, pulled so far apart over his shoulder, Somethings stiring deep in your stomach. it's hard to breathe... It's so hard to fight it, to not clench around the tongue working at you.

"Ahhhh"

The sounds he's pulling from you are embarrassing, too desperate to be yours. It sounds foreign to your ears.

It's hot in your belly, pleasure shooting around your brain. you're struggling to form a sentence, pushing his head further in you

"König!"

You'd never said his name like that before, so sweet and needy.It made him stop the words rolled in his head he licked his teeth coming up.

you whine a little. he looks so big. Seeing his face, the evidence of his hard work, your pleasure dripping down his face. It's so embarrassing.

He needs to hear it again, that desperate voice of yours crying his name. He can use his fingers on you, see your desperate face while you cry out his name. But no luck, you felt him everywhere, the fingers deep in you, the hand holding your shoulder down, lips on your neck. What a heavy burden this man is. You're nothing but a crying mess under him

He's right it did clear your head. you feel a lot better now

♡

He let's you catch you breath. Pulling you up to lie on his chest. Your brain feels fuzzy, mouth heavy and dry.

That feeling between your legs won't go away. The ache is still there. You can't look him in the eye it's too embarrassing can't voice what you want, just want him again. Tugging his arm to your legs

He hums and happily to oblige

[ könig in his diary tonight. I think she's warming up to me! :)]

[egglain]

Give You What You Want (‘Cause Your Love is All I Need)

Rating: E (18+) - mdni Pairing: Choso x Yuki Content: first date & first time, switch! choso & switch! yuki, pegging, cumming in pants, vaginal & anal sex (fingering, penetration), unprotected, creampie, marking (biting), oral sex (choso receiving), soft sex turned rough, edging, breast worship/nipple play, loss of virginity (choso), dirty talk (begging, praise, "baby" and "good boy" for choso), breeding, porn with plot but canon divergent, minor gojo & yuji appearances Word Count: 6.6k

Summary: Choso had never been on a date. Especially not with a woman as beautiful as Yuki Tsukumo. Choso had never done a lot of things, which– in the wake of his upcoming meeting with the suspected love of his life– was a daunting thought.

A first love. A first date. A first time. But definitely not the last.

A/N: Thank you to the wonderful @melancholiaincarnate for beta reading this, and for putting up with my yapping about this the past week.

Hope you all enjoy, and thank you for 100 followers!

Yuki Tsukumo liked rough things.

She had always been like that, really.

“Dainty” was never her style. She grew up in the sticks– hands buried in the earth, cuts, scrapes, and bruises forging her thick second skin. She was a fighter; punched out more baby teeth than she could count, sent mean boys crying home to their mothers without regret.

As she grew, the scrapes and bruises faded, but the fire inside never waned. Yuki Tsukumo was a special-grade sorcerer. Her knuckles never forgot the feeling of bone giving way, nor did her blood forget the rush of adrenaline. In fact, the rough side of her grew stronger, even as her exterior mellowed. 

She had a soft spot for people who were the same.

Bleeding hearts seemed to summon her; she always ended up right where she needed to be. She took broken boys under her wing– rough-n-tumble kids who had lost their way in the world. They were like little brothers to her.

It was comforting. When darkness clouded her vision, it wasn’t because she was evil; no. She wasn’t alone in that. Geto Suguru, Todo Aoi– countless others– lived a rough life, wished for better, turned to violence. Turned to jujutsu. Turned to justice.

Yuki’s sense of justice may have been idiosyncratic. Her ideals, her musings, may have led some down the wrong path. But it didn’t weigh on her. She lived a self-governed life, followed her own feet in pursuit of something nameless– something she had yet to uncover.

But for now, lying on the floor of Tengen’s endless void, living was enough.

That… and Choso.

Yuki Tsukumo was not aware she saved Choso’s life in Shibuya.

Nor that she continued to do so.

Choso wasn’t much of a talker; as their days in Tengen’s tomb rolled together, Yuki didn’t uncover much about the man. 

When he did speak, it was usually about his brothers– recounting their childhoods (something which Yuki couldn’t quite wrap her head around), affirming the hatred he felt towards his father, or wondering how Yuji was doing. He worried himself sick over the last one.

He was something soft– something fledgling, discovering the cruel ways of the world. He was a protector, a feeler, sensitive and kind. In short, he was everything Yuki was not.

Where she was sharp blows, he was soft touches. They complimented each other, cancelled out each other’s worries. It kept them both sane in the white, endless chamber.

Choso Kamo was not aware he had saved Yuki’s life either.

Their time in the tomb came and passed; Gojo Satoru managed to escape the prison realm, take down the false cult leader, and avenge his old friend. Yuji kept Sukuna contained. It brought a serenity to Yuki that she hadn’t anticipated– all these years, she bore an invisible guilt, one so deeply-ingrained that she didn’t realize the hold it had on her.

Yuki got to meet Choso– properly, this time. Without the stress, the anger, the uncertainty.

They went out to a bar. It was Choso’s first time visiting one. He couldn’t take more than a sip of his drink– the sting of the alcohol had his eyes tearing up in a way that warmed the pit of Yuki’s stomach deliciously.

She met his little brother. They went out for crêpes. Yuki and Choso split some choco-strawberry monstrosity; Choso picked out all the strawberries for her. They were her favourite. Yuki learned that Yuji was a good friend of Todo’s– a fact that had Yuki’s heart bursting at the seams.

Choso was Yuji’s big brother, and her little brother was Yuji’s best friend.

So when he asked to take her on a date (to court her, as he put it), how could she say no?

***

Choso had never been on a date.

Especially not with a woman as beautiful as Yuki Tsukumo.

Choso had never done a lot of things, which– in the wake of his upcoming meeting with the suspected love of his life– was a daunting thought.

So he did what he always did when he had a problem.

Consulted Yuji Itadori.

Sitting on the floor of the boy’s dorm, playing with the stitching on the hem of his shirt, Choso couldn’t bring himself to meet his little brother’s eyes. As the elder, it was his job to teach Yuji about the ways of the world– not the other way around. Admitting defeat, asking for help, was difficult. 

Except when it was her.

“You said you had something you needed to ask me?” Yuji layed back on his bed, mashing buttons on a multicoloured controller. “What’s the problem?”

“I… asked someone on a date.”

A sad electronic melody signalled the death of Yuji’s character on the red screen.

“You asked someone on a… date?”

“Yes.”

“Like– romantically?”

His little brother was looking at him quizzically– his eyebrows were so far raised into his hairline that they disappeared, swallowed up by his pink curls.

“I hope that was clear to her... I think I like like her.”

Yuji dropped his controller on the bed, shuffling closer to punch his big brother’s shoulder. “Oh– wow, Cho. Shit, man. That’s amazing! Congratulations!”

Choso nodded, looking down at his hands. Yuki had painted his nails recently– purple, to match hers– and he couldn’t help the fuzzy feeling spreading in his chest.

“I want it to be perfect.”

“Aw… it will be. Don’t even sweat it.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never gone on one before. I don’t know where to even start.”

Yuji let out a low whistle, flopping onto his back to stare at the ceiling. “The planning is the hardest part, I think.”

“How do you do it?”

Yuji looked down at him, flushing an embarrassed pink. “Well uh… I’ve never actually… gone on one, I think. Well– Fushiguro and I do date-like stuff all the time, but we’ve never… spoken about it. So I don’t know if it counts.”

Choso deflated.

His best advisor was not going to save him this time.

Yuji didn’t miss the way Choso slumped into himself.

“Maybe ask Gojo? He’s super experienced with women. Megumi told me himself!”

***

A tall white-haired sorcerer whistled, gazing up at the beamed wooden ceiling of the Jujutsu Tech hallway. Golden late afternoon light streamed into the halls; Choso had spent the better part of the day looking for the man before him, but he never seemed to exist in the places he was supposed to be.

Looking at the bag in his hand– presumably filled with kikufuku, if the shop name was anything to go by– Gojo hadn’t even been on the premises at all.

The sorcerer tapped his glossy lips pensively. “Women? Mmmmm… never been on a date with one!” 

Purple nails dug into sweaty palms.

“Oh. Yuji said… nevermind. Sorry to interrupt you.” Choso turned to leave, embarrassment painted vermillion across his cheeks.

A black blindfold obscured his eyes, but Choso could feel the weight of Gojo Satoru’s gaze as it fell onto him.

“Choso Kamo– hold on. Yuji thinks I’m good with women?” A pearly-white grin stretched out pale, ethereal features. “Maybe I can help. Here. Come into my office.”

Which is how he ended up here.

Choso shuffled his chair imperceptibly closer. It was luxuriously upholstered– as everything else was, in the dimly-lit restaurant.

“So um… do you have a favourite Digimon?”

Yuki paused from where she cut into a very red steak. Brown eyes met his from under golden bangs, something akin to amusement glinting in her eyes.

“Digimon? Hmmm… Ordinemon.” Yuki skewered a sliver of meat, bringing it up to her prettily painted lips. Suddenly, Choso’s throat felt very dry. “I didn’t know you were a fan, Cho.”

“Oh–” Choso fiddled with the sleeve of his dress shirt, pushing it up just a little past his watch to feign looking at the time. Chicken scratch, miniscule, scrawled out key words Gojo had taught him. “I like… um… Shoutmon. X7. The superior one.”

Yuki tilted her head, hitting at him once again with that loaded gaze. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes.” Choso met her eyes, downing his water in thirsty gulps. His shirt collar was tight, and was it hot in here?

The restaurant was beautiful– all dark wood and black lacquer, low golden light and modern fixtures. Another recommendation by the strongest. The waiter had plucked a cloth napkin from in front of him, folded it, and placed it on Choso’s lap upon his arrival. A golden, fizzy drink tasting uniquely sharp filled a tall, skinny glass to the brim. Multiple utensils and several plates of varying sizes spanned the table in front of him. 

Choso felt distinctly out of place, but Yuki looked right at home. It filled his chest with an ache he couldn’t describe.

He wanted more of it.

“You’re full of surprises, Choso Kamo.”

She was a vision, smiling at him so soft over the rim of her near-empty glass. She finished it, glossy lips leaving a sinful print on the side. He slid his champagne closer to her, and she took it graciously, swapping it for her empty flute.

He wanted to press his lips to her mark.

Choso’s face flushed; he hoped Yuki didn’t notice under the low lights.

A young, too-happy waiter roused Choso from his thoughts, taking their dessert order. Choso had barely touched his pappardelle bolognese. 

Yuki whispered something to the man, neatly manicured nails covering her mouth. Her eyes never left Choso’s. Her gaze was hypnotic, drinking in Choso’s face in a way that had him squirming.

He whispered an apology, eager to excuse himself to the bathroom as the waiter left. Purple-tipped fingers wrapped around his wrist as he stood.

“Choso.”

“Yes, Miss. Tsukumo?”

“‘Yuki’ is fine, Cho.”

“Sorry.” The tips of his ears burnt. “Yes, Miss. Yuki?”

It felt good in his mouth, on his tongue, and the way Yuki smiled in response had his head spinning.

“Thank you for this… it’s real nice.”

“You deserve nice things.”

Her eyes softened, crinkling at the corners. “Aren’t you the sweetest? I just wanna eat you up.”

The coo she used to speak to him had his stomach doing aerials.

Fuck.

He needed to find a bathroom quick.

“Poor boy– so embarrassed. You can go, Cho. But hurry back soon for dessert, okay?”

He nodded as fingers loosened their grip, wrapping instead around the stem of her– Choso’s– glass.

“Good boy.”

All the heat drained from his face, flooding the pit of his stomach. His legs had never moved quicker.

In the dark zen of the bathroom, Choso splashed cold water on his face. He paced a bit, texted Yuji that it was going well, made sure he ate dinner too, and drenched his face again. After patting himself dry with a soft paper towel and giving himself a pep-talk, he made his way back to the table on shaky legs.

Before Yuki sat an elaborate mess of dark chocolate, vanilla ice cream, and strawberries. A thin silver candle crowned the middle of a stout chocolate cake at the plate’s centre, letting off small golden sparks. Choso took his seat, and Yuki handed him a tiny metal spoon with a smile.

“Let’s make a toast, Cho.” Yuki carved into the cake with her spoon, dark chocolate oozing out the centre and pooling around the white of the ice cream. “To many more dates.”

The thought filled him with butterflies– the exact ones he needed to tamp down in the bathroom.

“To many more dates,” he whispered, almost a prayer.

Choso dug into the cake himself, skirting around the strawberries as he scooped up molten chocolate with his spoon. Bringing it up to his lips, warmth pooled on Choso’s tongue as the rich cake melted away. The cocoa cut through the sweetness with a subtle bitter tang, and he couldn’t help but hum.

Yuki moaned around her spoon, shutting her eyes in bliss. Scooping up a sliver of strawberry, she popped it into her mouth in quick succession.

“Fuck, that’s good. You like it, Choso?”

“Yeah– what is it?”

“Chocolate lava cake.” She smiled as she dug in for her second scoop, dragging a little piece of cake through the ice cream lapping at the plate’s edge.

Popping it into her mouth, vanilla cream painted the edges of her pretty pink lips a foamy white.

Brown eyes locked, and Yuki’s slender tongue peeked out to clean the corner of her mouth. Choso felt something low in his navel stir.

“You like dark chocolate better than milk chocolate, right?”

Choso had never given it much thought, but now that she’d pointed it out, it was undeniably true. It wasn’t as cloyingly sweet; he could fill his belly and not feel sick. He planned to do just that. With another heaping spoonful, Choso’s cheeks puffed as he nodded.

“Fun fact about dark chocolate,” Yuki whispered, jaw resting atop a delicate fist.

Under the table, something brushed against Choso’s leg. He stiffened as a nylon-clad foot slipped under his pant leg, dragging up his shin slowly.

“It’s a natural aphrodisiac.”

***

“Yuki… please…”

Punched out of his lungs, his pleas were so beautifully broken.

“Please what, baby? Can you use your words for me?”

“Do something–”

Yuki had dragged him from the restaurant as soon as their receipt finished printing. Choso looked so pretty in the passenger seat of her sports car– cheeks flushed and eyes wide as her hand squeezed the inside of his thigh dangerously close to his tented crotch. He could only speak in stuttering breaths, fidgeting in his seat as he snapped his gaze between his boner and Yuki’s fingers.

“So needy. You can be good and wait for me, can’t you?”

A half-hearted whimper escaped his lips, and Yuki rewarded him with a little slap on his inner thigh. Choso’s spine shot rigid, thighs trembling deliciously under the soft skin of her palm as she soothed the spot in gentle circles.

As much as Yuki Tsukumo preferred life overseas, she had a lush one in Tokyo too. Much like Gojo Satoru, her status as a special grade afforded her certain privileges unthinkable to the general public. Her apartment– a swanky glass-walled penthouse in Roppongi– was straight out of a magazine. Her sleek foreign car was another luxury she flaunted, especially as she sped through the bright Shibuya streets.

She might have set a world record with the speed at which she made it home.

Tossing her keys onto a stout side table and pulling Choso inside, Yuki couldn’t help but feel a little smug. If Choso’s wide-eyed stare were anything to go by, he had never been in a girl’s apartment before, let alone one as lush as this. Yuki basked in the feeling. He really was too cute.

“Wow…”

“You like? I’m glad.” Yuki slipped off her heels, tossing them aside as she padded further into the house.

With a click of a button, her fireplace roared to life, bathing the vast darkness of her living room in low, warm light.

Choso, bless his heart, stayed put at the entrance.

“Cho?”

“Yes, Miss. Yuki?”

“What are you doing over there, baby?”

The way he fidgeted every time Yuki purred out his name had her navel heating and ovaries clenching. He looked utterly edible in his little suit and dress shirt combo– he even left his hair down this time.

“Come closer so I can look at you properly.”

He undid his dress shoes and approached the couch where Yuki sprawled. With another click, soft music hummed from her surround-sound system, something to fill the silence and warm her up.

Not that she thought she needed it.

Seeing Choso up close, flush dusted over the stripe on his nose, he was even prettier. Full cheeks, soft lips, big doe eyes– he was a vision. And here he stood between her thighs, all wrapped up just for her.

“Take your jacket off, Cho. It’s just us.”

He obeyed almost immediately. Muscle ripped just beneath the thin black fabric of his button-up, chest straining against the buttons as he slipped his arms out their sleeves.

A purple manicured hand dragged down the front panel of his shirt, palming the contour of a soft pec. The ghost of a touch, and his eyes were already glassy in the dim light.

Delicious indeed.

“Choso, baby?” Yuki’s voice was honeyed, dripping in saccharine seduction.

He was nodding before he even knew what she wanted, as eager to please as a dog.

“You know why I brought you here?”

“No, ma’am.”

The way he addressed her– so formal– drew a giggle from Yuki.

“I wanna sleep with you.”

“Oh… okay.”

“You know what that means, baby?”

Choso shifted his weight from foot to foot, pants obviously tightening around the crotch. A crotch that was mere inches from Yuki’s face as he stood before her.

The man nodded, and her hand slipped lower on his torso, dragging down the flat of his tummy. 

“Mr. Gojo taught me a lot.”

Yuki stilled.

“Gojo… Satoru?”

Choso nodded.

Yuki barked a laugh.

“Oh, you poor thing. Gojo Satoru– oh. Baby, no. Never take advice from him.”

Choso flushed, eyebrows furrowing under dark bangs. Doe eyes, once starry and lustful, now filled with worry.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never gone on a date before, and Yuji said–” it was a mile a minute. 

Yuki’s heart warmed.

“Is that why you were asking about Digimon?”

“Was that bad?”

“No– no. Of course not. But you haven’t seen it, have you?”

The shake of Choso’s hung head had Yuki cooing, pulling him into her lap by the hip.

“Aw, that’s alright, Cho. You didn’t have to go all that way to try to impress me. I like hearing about what you like.”

Choso’s eyes found the spot where they met– his thighs atop Yuki’s– and she could feel the staccato of his heartbeat against her skin.

“I’ll talk you through it. We’ll go slow, okay?”

Choso nodded, and gentle fingertips lifted his gaze back to her face. 

“We’ll start with some rules. Rule one– you need to use your words. Let’s try that again. Can I talk you through sleeping with me, Choso Kamo?”

“Yes.” It was quick, almost cutting Yuki off. “I’d like that… please, Miss Yuki.”

“Rule two: as cute as it is, no ‘Miss Yuki’ while we’re doing this. Okay? Makes a woman feel old,” she laughed.

“Okay… Yuki.”

“Good boy.”

Choso preened, chest puffing up imperceptibly. Yuki ran one hand from his hip up his torso, circling his pec with gentle fingertips slowly.

“Rule three– and the most important one– if you don’t like what I’m doing, you’re hurting, or you just want to stop, you tell me. Immediately. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

Yuki pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, then the tip of his nose. Choso fidgeted in her lap, hands awkwardly folded atop his clothed thighs.

Running a thumb dangerously close to the peak of his chest, the man stiffened, breathing heavily through his nose.

“You gotta relax, baby. Here. Give me your hands.”

Purple-nailed hands– bigger and veinier than hers, but painted just the same– met Yuki’s in between them. Yuki slowly brought his palms up, placing them onto her covered breasts.

Choso was transfixed, running his fingers reverently over the soft silk of her top. The firmness was unexpected. A tentative squeeze left his mind spinning; if not for the warm weight in his palms, then for the soft pretty noise that escaped Yuki’s throat.

His pants were uncomfortably tight. And warm. And wet.

Sharp purple nails raked over Choso’s areolas through his shirt. He sucked in a stuttered breath, back arching as his hands clawed into Yuki’s clothed tits.

“Sensitive, baby?” Yuki cooed, thumbing over pert nipples.

Choso bit into his lower lip to muffle the embarrassing noises that threatened to spill out. His hips rocked on their own, rutting into the valley between Yuki’s thighs.

Yuki’s hands left his chest, and Choso chased her warmth.

He opened his mouth to whine, to plead, but her fingers were undoing the front buttons on her top. Shrugging off the silk, more skin than Choso had ever seen was laid bare.

Row upon row of abdominal muscles, paired with a soft, curvaceous frame– soft, plump breasts near spilling out a purple lace bra… he had gone to heaven.

Trembling fingertips traced the frilled trim, slipping down into the dip between Yuki’s breasts. Yuki giggled, musical and light, grabbing at his wrists.

“A gentleman helps a lady with her bra, Choso.”

His mind reeled.

Yuki slid his hands towards her back, letting him feel the clasp.

“Push the two straps closer together, and they should unhook.”

Trembling hands struggled, but Yuki’s whispered encouragement spurred him to keep trying.

“That’s it… doing so good for me, Cho. It’ll feel so much better like this, I promise.”

His cock twitched with interest, leaking into his dress slacks obscenely. As purple lace fell to the floor, Choso’s heart stopped beating.

Yuki Tsukumo was a beautiful woman.

Her face was elegant– soft in all the right places, defined in the others. She always looked put-together, even mid-fight or in the void of Tengen’s tomb. She was plump; slim at the waist and round in the ass, the type of woman that graced the screen of the films Yuji made him watch.

He had known this since he first saw her.

But these… fuck.

Fat, creamy breasts obscured his vision. Large blushing areolas accentuated firm nipples, perked under the attention. Yuki brought his hands back to her tits, and this time they were soft.

He was so hard it hurt.

Yuki’s breasts spilled out from between his fingers as he squeezed. Her nipples strained against his rough palms, and Yuki leaned back into the black leather of her couch.

“Just like that, Cho– fuck. Suck my tits, baby.”

A current ran through his lower half, tension building in his groin as he brought his lips to one of her breasts. His mouth watered as a nipple slipped between his lips, warm and firm. The tip of his tongue flicked out to feel, and the groan Yuki let out in response had him bucking his hips faster. The friction did little for his aching cock, but with each suck, jolts of arousal had his dick impossibly harder.

A clawed hand fisted into his hair, sharp nails dragging against the back of his skull to pull him closer.

“Fuck. Sucking so fucking good, baby– good boy.”

Whether it was the broken, gasped way she said it, the feel of his clothed cock against her legs, or the sweet tit in his mouth, Choso was gone.

Eyes rolling back into his skull, hands fisting into the fat of her tits as he cried out, Choso’s toes curled. Tears threatened to gather, eyes stinging as his pants grew uncomfortably warmer and wetter.

His rhythm grew sloppy against her plush thighs, breathing loudly through his nose as he hollowed his cheeks around the nipple.

The fingers in his hair rubbed soothing circles on his scalp, dark brown eyes falling on him with blown pupils.

“You cumming, baby?”

He felt hot all over, tense in his abdomen as his cock filled with sparks. He whimpered– a broken little noise– as it all became too much. His dick felt hot; he was hyper-aware of the scratch of his rough boxer-briefs, of her hand in his hair.

Yuki, of course, knew exactly what he needed. With experienced fingers, she unbuttoned his top, tossing it off to the side. She moved Choso to the spot on the couch beside her, freeing her legs to slip off her skirt. Bending over to put on a show, she made quick work of discarding her purple lace panties.

Choso whined, something so sweet and needy, as she fell to her knees before him.

“Shhh… Let me clean you up properly, Cho.”

“Please,” he gasped, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed as he looked down at her. 

Elegant hands made quick work of his belt, then of the button and zipper of his dress slacks. Choso sucked in a breath as Yuki’s hand slid down the front of his pants to palm at his rock hard cock.

Tacky warmth painted her palm, and Yuki was cooing.

“Came so much, baby– just for me?”

Choso’s little nod had her thighs squeezing and her cunt dripping.

With gentle fingers, she pulled out his softening cock. Choso’s seed painted purple nails in a pearly sheen, dripping between her fingers in warm rivulets.

Choso watched with rapt attention as Yuki brought her slicked hand between her legs, slender digits strung together by sticky ropes of his seed. A soft, gasped noise escaped from parted glossy lips as fingertips prodded between her legs. 

Choso’s heart clenched. He wanted to be the one between her thighs making her feel like that.

Long fingers disappeared into her core, pushing Choso’s semen inside. With her dry hand, Yuki tucked hair behind one ear, eyes locking with his. A lithe pink tongue flicked out to wet her bottom lip, and heat pooled in Choso’s core again. His cock stirred, jumping at Yuki’s mouth, and she pressed a soothing kiss to his aching tip.

“Aww– ready to go again?”

Her pink lips stretched into a catlike grin, frenulum pressed up to her lower lip. A bead of precum welled, and Yuki’s lips were on it before Choso could blink. The soft warmth of her lips, the gentle pressure, had him pressing his thighs together.

Yuki peppered slow, gentle kisses down his length, tongue flicking at his balls as she reached his base. Working her way back up, she was sloppier, open-mouthed. It took everything in Choso to not thrash.

Pretty pink lips wrapped around the aching head of his dick, flat of a hot tongue pressing and swirling against sensitive flesh. Yuki hollowed her cheeks, and the pressure shot electricity up his spine. Choso arched back against the couch as Yuki swallowed him down, easing him into her throat. Obscene noises– slurping, moaning, and panting– filled the room. Yuki worked herself between her legs, long fingers using Choso’s seed to lubricate their glide. 

“Yuki– gonna–” Choso’s voice was pitchy, breaking as he threw his head back. 

Yuki gently rolled his balls between her fingertips, humming as she bobbed her head along his length. The white of his cooling seed gathered at the corners of her lips as she worked, and fuck. Choso’s hips stuttered forward, lodging his cock deeper down her throat as his legs tensed up.

Pressure mounted deliciously in his core, heating his length unbearably. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath.

He was going to do it.

He was going to cum in her mouth.

With desperate hands, he clutched at her hair, fucking into her throat with shallow, needy thrusts.

“Yuki!”

Pop.

The blonde pulled off his length with a cheeky smile, a string of saliva connecting those sinfully glossy lips and the pulsating head of his cock.

“Not yet, Cho.”

A needy whine bubbled out of his throat, hips rutting forward against her sheened lips.

Yuki placed a firm hand on his hip, pinning him down with a click of her tongue.

“Ah ah— be good, baby. Can you be good?”

“Yuki…“

“If you do, I’ll make you feel even better. I promise.”

Reluctantly, Choso stilled. 

“Okay.”

“Good. My room. Now.”

***

Choso wasn’t even sure what time it was anymore.

Fuck, he barely remembered his name.

Yuki had brought him so close so many times. His mouth tasted distinctly like blood, lips raw from biting into them as she toyed with his body. She had wrung moan after moan out of him— brought him to the ledge, had him teetering with his thighs trembling and his core flexed. 

But she never let him cum.

Now, heaving and trembling on the bed, Yuki parted his shaking thighs. 

“Gotta get you ready. It’s gonna feel a little weird at first, okay?”

Choso’s head lolled to the side, taking slow, shallow breaths as his painful cock leaked onto his navel.

Slender fingers pried apart his asscheeks, Yuki’s face mere inches away from his most private parts.

If he were any less horny, perhaps he would have had it in him to feel embarrassed.

Now, he just wanted to— needed to— cum.

So when Yuki licked a stripe from his hole to his shaft, Choso couldn’t help but press back into her mouth. When she spat on his entrance and slurped it back off, he moaned for more. When she got out a furiously pink bottle and poured cold liquid down his crack, he laid there and took it.

He was going to be good.

He needed to be good.

For her.

Soft fingers circled his entrance, putting gentle pressure on his rim. The sensation was new— vulnerable— but it had his back arching off the bed in anticipation.

The tip of a finger breached him, shallowly fucking that cool gel inside. He hissed, and Yuki stilled, pressing a kiss to a freckle on his left hip.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“Hurts,” he whimpered, hand snaking down from his pillow to paw at his dick.

“Choso.”

The sharp tone had his hand stilling and his eyes rolling back. Inside, that finger hooked up against a spot that had his legs clamping shut.

“No touching, baby. Let me.”

Soft hands pushed his legs back open by the knees. His own hand retracted to the pillow, fisting in the silk case as Yuki’s finger slipped out, only to push back in and prod that spot again.

His mouth fell open, drool gathering on the inside of his cheek as his eyes squeezed shut. For the nth time that night, he was getting close. He tried not to think about it, tried not to feel it; he wouldn’t be finishing anyways.

“Yu… ki…”

“Getting close again, baby?”

Choso didn’t even bother answering. She knew. She always knew. 

His cock jumped against his tummy, leaking out wasteful beads of precum— lubing up his insides for something that would never come.

Yuki’s finger slid in deeper, fucking him to the knuckle before she pressed a second fingertip to his rim. Dark brown eyes gazed up from between parted thighs, a sinful tongue lapping at her puffy lower lip.

“Have to get you real soft for the strap.”

A second finger breached his hole, the sting a slow buzz that spread up to his back. Two fingertips bullied the tender spot inside him, and his eyes rolled back into his skull. Choso pressed his hips back into the digits, and fuck.

Taking them to the hilt had his body alight.

Before he could process, he was cumming— ropes and ropes of thick white semen soiling his soft pecs and flat tummy, dripping into the divot of his belly button. 

Yuki took advantage of this pliant state to stretch him open, fucking him through his orgasm on two, then three, fingers.

When she was satisfied, she was flipping him— Choso, in his post-orgasm haze, could only moan as his sensitive, too-wet cock made contact with the cool sheets.

Yuki disappeared off behind him, rustling in drawers and boxes he couldn’t muster the energy to look back upon.

As the bed creaked under her returning weight, Yuki couldn’t help but admire the man beneath her.

From behind, Choso was so beautiful. Fit and pale, he was a painting. 

She pulled him back by his sides, dragging his ass up to present properly for her. Yuki’s purple shellacked nails dug into the fat of his hips, softly accentuated by the arch of his back. 

A long, thick purple strap glistened prettily as she smeared cherry lubricant on it, taking in the way Choso’s slicked hole was clenching around nothing.

“Open wide for me, baby…”

With a guiding hand, Yuki’s strap breached his rosy hole. Watching it stretch around her girth was intoxicating; the soft groan of the bed matched the pretty noise that escaped Choso, and just like that, Yuki Tsukumo was addicted.

She chose a forgiving pace at first— shallow fucking with just the tip, hands kneading Choso’s love handles and the plush of his ass.

He was so flushed, so pliant, moaning under her. He drooled onto her white silk-clad pillow, doe eyes glassy and distant as he took her in deeper. 

He was a doll, still and obedient, opening up so nice on her cock. Yuki leaned over, pressing a kiss to his neck, then shoulder, chaste. The angle had her slipping in a little deeper, and soon, Choso was taking her to the hilt.

“How’s that feel, baby? Sucking me in so well.”

Choso moaned wantonly, thighs parted and shaking a little. His lower lip, spit-slicked and reddened, quivered. 

“Use your words.”

Yuki pulled back, splaying a hand on the small of his back as she drove in more forcefully, determined to fuck an answer out of him. With each thrust, her hips mashed into the soft flesh of his ass; the jiggle was hypnotizing.

Choso cried out as she put pressure on his prostate once again, glassy eyes welling with need. The dark spot on Yuki’s pillow grew, a heady mix of saliva, tears, and desire.

“Need to cum… need you– need…” he was babbling. It was wet, hiccuped, gritted out from a clearly sore throat.

“Cum on me, baby. Cum on my cock.” 

Choso’s pliant hole tightened, clenching rhythmically on the base of her strap. Short-nailed hands fisted the pillow next to his face, and Choso bit down on his knuckles to muffle his whimpers.

Yuki reached a hand around his smooth chest, pinching and pulling at a rosy nipple.

He was gone.

With a cry, he was spurting; gushing out his seed onto the sheets, humping the air uselessly as he met his release.

Yuki stilled deep inside, letting him bear down on her to ride out his pleasure, eyes rolling back under dark brows.

“Good boy, Cho. Let it all out for me.”

He whined, a small broken noise, as he spurted out the last dregs of his seed. His abused cock jumped in the air as a sinful string of semen connected his purplish tip to the bed.

As the last of his strength waned, Choso collapsed into the mattress, landing on his fresh puddle of cum.

“Let’s go clean you up.” Yuki leaned over him, gently pulling out before placing a kiss on his shoulder blade.

“Not… done.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not done.”

When Choso looked back at her, Yuki Tsukumo realized her mistake.

This wasn’t a man she had brought home.

This was a curse.

One who did not leave bad sorcerers unpunished.

***

Yuki Tsukumo liked rough things.

That included her men.

Not only did she like them rough— she liked it rough as well.

But this?

Choso had her bent like a pretzel. 

Her ankles dangled by his ears, purple-nailed toes curled impossibly tight. Her thighs were red and angry under strong hands, pushing them wide against her chest. Her tits— bitten and spit-slicked— bounced with each unrelenting thrust into her core, and fuck. 

She could see the outline of his cock as he drove into her.

Choso was an animal.

Dark bangs obscured his face, sweat-sheened and dripping. Dark eyes pinned Yuki down, honed in on where he was disappearing into her, or on the tantalizing sway of her breasts. His abdomen clenched and unclenched as he held her down with his big frame, folding her right in half to fuck in as deep as he needed.

He wanted to feel her womb.

Despite the rough handling— the sharp smacks of his tight balls against her plush ass— the noises he made were beautifully soft. Little grunts and groans, soft hisses when a jolt of pleasure shot up his spine; it was symphonic. Yuki’s mind reeled as he pressed those sinful sounds against her neck and jaw.

Choso’s hands fell from her thighs to her ass, lifting Yuki’s lower half up onto his cock like a toy. Her cunt, hot and dripping, was melting his dick off. He couldn’t get enough.

“Cho… so…”

He grunted in response, nosing at the column of her throat.

“Gonna— don’t stop.”

He didn’t plan on it. Not until she was bloated. Not until she was round and heavy with his seed, until she was glowing with it.

He licked a stripe along her neck, following the trail of a stray bead of sweat. She was salty, tangy— perfect on his tongue. 

Pearly white canines latched onto Choso’s shoulder and bore down. Yuki groaned into his skin, pussy squeezing tight around his shaft as she reached her peak.

The flutter of her orgasm— the moans muffled into his flesh— had Choso seeing stars.

Fuck.

He had wanted to hold on, but the tingling in his shaft, the jolts of pleasure to his tip, were not going to let him hold on for much longer.

“Inside. Has to be inside. Yuki— please.” He growled into her neck as she cried into his collarbone, pulse fluttering against her tongue and lips.

She dropped her legs, but before Choso could protest, those pretty ankles were locking behind his back, heels digging into his ass to drag him deeper.

Yuki’s pliant pussy sucked him right in, tip meeting the gummy resistance of her cervix deep inside. Choso’s brain was working overtime, instincts raring to fuck right past her barrier and finish in her womb.

But he couldn’t hold it any longer.

As soon as those legs squeezed around him, and purple nails met his back, Choso was cumming so hard he couldn’t see.

His head clouded over as white painted the insides of Yuki’s pretty pink pussy, seed gushing out against her cervix. She was so full of cock and sperm, and each shallow thrust had Choso’s release dripping out around his shaft.

He couldn’t have that.

“Have to keep it in.“ He was babbling, mouth running before his mind could catch up.

“Choso?”

“Have to hold it in so it can— can take,“ he grunted, nails clawing into the softness of her ass.

“Baby—“

“Fuck. Gonna have to fill you up again. Not enough.”

Big hands flipped Yuki onto her side, and Choso was driving right back in.

Gone was the malleable man with the pretty tears and soft voice— this was Choso Kamo, the eldest of the death painting wombs.

From the looks of it, he was going to make sure she never forgot that.

***

Morning broke early, a stunning show of rose and violet, bathing Yuki’s sleeping form in soft golden light.

Choso had never felt so much.

Twirling tawny strands with gentle fingers, his heart was on the brink of bursting.

The woman before him slept soundly, covered in the purple marks of his love. He had cried, when he came-to, over how much he had marked her— until she did it right back to him.

They matched.

He cleaned her with his tongue– then again in the bath– with unmatched reverence as she drifted in and out of a sound sleep. Each time she stirred, it was to play with his hair or coo at him. Choso had never felt warmer.

She held him in her arms so gently as she fell asleep for good. He hadn’t felt so safe, so loved, in a long time.

He knew it then; he wanted Yuki to be there for all his firsts.

In this life, and the next.

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[theanimeroom]

about the NNN challenge

Could you do something Mikey? something like teasing him a lot and making fun of him, I think he wouldn't want to lose but at the end of the day everyone knows that Mikey is a brat.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT | MINORS DNI

NOVEMBER 20TH, 2023 - 4:30AM

NNN CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

okay, now depending on which manjiro sano we're talking about, his chances of winning and losing vary. but regardless of which mikey we're talking about, he still lost so it doesn't matter anyway.

manjiro had always been a stressed person, everyone knew that. he held the weight of the world on his shoulders alone, but you were always his lifeline when things got too much. some would say that mikey was a bit too reliant on you, but both you and mikey would beg to differ.

you were exactly what he needed. the drug that made him sane when his thoughts started to spiral. you kept him from doing things that he shouldn't, and always provided him with the peace and calmness that he needed after a long day.

despite how it may have looked, being the leader of a gang was no easy job. there were constant meetings and he always had to keep an eye over his shoulder because everyone wanted what he had. keeping everything in order became taxing every once in a while, and when his life started to feel like it was growing mundane, when his headspace started to slip just a bit, that's when he turned to you.

mikey didn't understand why you'd been silly enough to suggest playing the game in the first place, a curt "no" leaving him before going back to the work at hand. that didn't deter you though, pouting as you grabbed at his arms.

"c'mon, please?" you begged, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. mikey only sighed at you, not even bothering to turn his gaze as he continued working. ever stubborn, you leaned down until your head full of hair was covering the screen. the blonde was left with no other choice than to peer up at you, agitation clear in his face. "it'll be fun!"

he wasn't sure what your definition of fun was, but the way you looked so excitedly at him made him forget that this idea was a really stupid one.

but there was no one more stupid than him, for actually listening to you.

keeping himself at bay when you looked the way you did was hard enough, but when he added on the daily stresses of his job? he wasn't sure what you were expecting out of him honestly.

he wasn't sure what he was expecting out of you either, really.

if there was one thing about you, you were just as horny as manjiro was. you'd only done a day or two at most without climbing the man like a tree, so holding out during the challenge was going to be just as hard for you as it was for him.

that statement proved to be true when the end of the month started to approach, both you and manjiro growing more impatient by the day. it had gotten to the point where you were waking up with slick covering the inside of your thighs, desperate and needy for his attention. one particular day, a toman meeting that didn’t go as planned was his final straw.

you knew something had happened the moment your front door slammed roughly, your eyebrows furrowing as the sound of keys being thrown caught your attention. you were standing in the kitchen, slaving over the stove to distract yourself from the aching between your legs. before you could even call for him his figure was appearing in the doorway, legs taking long strides toward you.

his blonde hair was tousled, clearly due to one too many pass through’s with his fingers. his jaw was clenched, knuckles nearly white with his hands balled into little fists as he bum rushed you at the stove.

“hey mikey, what’s wron-mmph!”

you were barely able to get the words out before his lips were devouring yours, hands reaching for your lower back. a strangled moan slipped past you as your back touched the cold surface of the kitchen counter, fingers wrapping around the mans biceps. a heavy sigh escaped you when his lips started to pepper kisses down your neck, your body jerking with every touch.

“w-wait… ” you breathe, the throbbing between your legs leaving your mind fuzzy. your eyes made contact with the stove that was still heating up, waiting for the pot of noodles that you were planning on making before mikey had returned. “i was cooking…”

the man attached to you paused before turning his head, eyes making contact with the red light on the stove before turning back to you. truthfully, he hadn’t even noticed the meal prep that you’d done until just now, but it wasn’t going to stop him from getting what he wanted, so he came up with another idea.

“pay attention baby, or you’ll hurt yourself,” mikey cooed, grinning from behind you as he watched you struggle to keep your eyes open. your hands held onto the sides of the pot, grip tight as your cunt milked him dry. your stomach was tight as you tried to keep an eye on the boiling water, orgasm teetering on the edge.

curses slipped past your lips with every stroke, mikey’s cock hitting all the right spots that made you see stars. a quiet fuck from behind you sent your hips reeling backwards, yearning to hear more of his voice.

the food you were supposed to be making quickly disappeared from your mind as you fucked yourself back on him, whining as you forced him as deep as he could go.

mikey chuckled as you pouted slightly, a face you always made when you weren’t getting fucked the way you wanted to be. leaning forward, his lips pressed against your ear, voice low as he moved some of your hair out of the way. “you want it?”

you’d barely made out what was being said before you were nodding your head frantically, small pleas escaping you as you tried to find the release you were searching for. a hand around your jaw made your breath hitch, head turning to make eye contact with mikey. his expression was teasing, a smile painted across his face. “speak.”

your gaze glazed over, only the shell of a human who used to have dignity being left. your eyebrows furrowed together as you forced the words past your tongue. “yes sir, i want it.”

mikey couldn’t help the way his cock throbbed inside of you, eyes rolling at the fucked out expression you were making. you didn’t even have time to register what was happening before his hips were slamming against your ass, a rattled squeak slipping past you while your hands found purchase on the edge of the counter.

you could barely keep your cries of pleasure in check, your balance unsteady as a rough hand wrapped around your midriff. mikey applied pressure until you were nearly levitating, only the tips of your toes still being attached to the kitchen floor.

“mikey-!” your voice caught in your throat as he fucked you mercilessly, hips pounding into your ass as if his life depended on it. short moans escaped you, your legs quivering as you felt the knot in your stomach trying to give way. “fuck…fuck please i’m gonna come baby…”

a small laugh reverberated behind you, a warm hand reaching to squeeze one of your breast. “yeah? you know what to do princess,”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt a flick to your clit, back arching so hard you could feel the muscles straining. “please let me come! please i’m begging you…”

mikey hummed in faux contemplation, slowing his thrust for a split second before he was right back at it, hips angled in just the right spot while the pads of his fingers rubs circles into your sensitive bud. if it wasn’t a scream that left your mouth, it was as close as you could get to one.

spots started to form behind your eyelids, fingers gripping the counter as hard as you could. you felt the blonde behind you press against your back as your orgasm ran through you, his body heat only making your head spin more than it already was.

as your high started to come down his pace never slowed, a rough hand around the back of your neck making you realize that he’d been speaking to you the whole time.

“you here baby?” he teased, feeling his smile against the shell of your ear. “gonna let go of this stupid challenge now?”

you’ve never your head nodded so hard.

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 27]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

The dreaded day has finally come. You didn't sleep at all, just laying in bed or trying to keep yourself busy by doing some recipe testing, something you haven't done in a long time. Your finger drummed against the counter top, you were so fidgety. With a sigh, you put the spoon into the metal mixing bowl.

'6:07am'

By now, you would have been in the kitchen at Yunho's restaurant, preparing for the morning bakes. Wooyoung and Jongho would be there with the two stand ins for the day.

"Chicken roasted with herb mix under the skin; epazote, oregano, parsley and charred jalapenos." You wrote down.

"With... creamy, grilled garlic sauce." You cut into a small piece and took a bite.

"Brining chicken and injecting the brine directly into the meat helps with juiciness and flavour penetration." You noted, scribbling it onto your iPad.

"Hey... I know you're busy but... do you think you could stop by for a minute?" You spoke into the phone, pacing around your apartment.

It didn't take long for the doorbell to ring and you went to open it. You smiled at the familiar face and calmness the person brought along with him. You walked in with him trailing after you. His eyes noted the slightly messy chicken and half eating food.

"Sorry about the mess. I just... my mind is a mess now and doing all this keeps my mind off things. So I-" You were interrupted as he grabbed your arm, tugging you to his body and hugging you.

"Shh, it's okay." His arms wrapped around you to hold you securely. You closed your eyes, leaning against him.

"Sorry, Yunho." You apologised.

"Mm-mm, nothing to apologise for. It's okay." He comforted, one hand coming up to hold the back of your head. Yunho was glad that you called him, he was worried about you.

He didn't care that he had to go to work, he would drop everything for you. Everything else didn't matter.

"Come." Yunho pulled you to the couch, tucking you under his arm and pulling your legs up so they draped over his lap.

"I'm here now. Relax." He gently guided your head to lean against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat and his warmth lulled your own heart to calm down. While you didn't sleep, you did close your eyes, just enjoying the effect that Yunho had on you. It was the right decision to call him.

"Is tonight... that event with your family... causing you all this stress?" Yunho asked hesitantly. He didn't know if he was in the position to ask you something so personal. You hummed.

"Don't... Don't worry, okay? I feel a lot better with you here. Just mental nerves." You tried to convince him otherwise.

"I'm glad I can help then. I'm sorry I can't do more." He whispered.

"Silly, there's nothing to do." You chuckled. As much as you wanted to savour this moment and keep Yunho with you, you knew you couldn't be selfish.

"I should let you go." You were about to pull away but Yunho kept his arm around your waist firmly, holding you close to him.

"Yunho..." You said, disapprovingly.

"They'll be fine if I'm a bit late, I promise." He whined, he didn't want to leave you yet.

"Usually, I would believe you. But don't forget, I got two old friends to stand in on behalf of me and Hwa today. You have to be a good boss and introduce yourself." You laughed, patting his arm. He let out a sigh, knowing you were right.

"Before you go, do you want breakfast? I made grapefruit marmalade and crepes." You offered. Yunho nodded, following you to the kitchen. Anything to spend more time with you.

Yunho watched you move things around to find the crepes you made, heating them up a little in the oven.

"Coffee's in the fridge if you'd like. Help yourself." You said, cutting out the orange segments to put it as a topping to the crepe.

"Alright." He poured some out for himself and you too. Yunho had to bite back his smile when he noticed that your cold brew was the packs that you had given him.

"Here." He handed you a mug. You smiled gratefully and took a sip, putting the plate of food on the counter for him.

"What about you?" Yunho asked.

"I've been eating the whole night." You chuckled, drinking your coffee. You stood across him to watch him it. It really dawned on you how much your subconscious self has relied on him. Usually, the first thing you would do is call Seonghwa, never did you think that you would call Yunho.

"(y/n)? (y/n)...? Are you okay?" You snapped out of your thoughts when Yunho called out to you. Looking up from your mug, you met his worried eyes.

"Yeah. Just deep thought." You smiled. Taking a small plate, you let Yunho try the chicken you were testing earlier.

"It doesn't really go but this is the latest thing I was experimenting with." You said.

"It's really good. The chicken is so soft and juicy... And that herb taste under the crispy skin, it's very fragrant. I like the garlic sauce too, it is not too heavy." Yunho said as he chewed a bite.

"Mhmm, I agree." You hummed.

After Yunho quickly ate, you walked him to the door, not wanting to hold him back anymore.

"I'll speak to you soon. Or see you tomorrow." He smiled softly, looking down at you. You nodded, wrapping your arms around him to hug him goodbye. His arm slung around the upper back to hold you to him. You stroked the back of his head with how he was lowered.

"Thank you, Yunho. Have a good day at work." You tip toed to kiss his cheek. His pursed his lips shyly, his ears turning bright red at your affectionate gesture.

"Take care. If you need me, I'm a call away." He squeezed your hand. You nodded your head.

"Wait, Yunho." You held his hand as he was about to turn away.

"Umm... Uhh... I-" You rubbed the back of your neck, unsure of how to phrase your sentences. Why was it so hard for you to put your thoughts into words? Yunho placed a hand on your head.

"Let's talk after tonight, okay?" He patted your head. You nodded, pursing your lips.

"Make sure you get some rest." He kissed your forehead before smiling his usual, bright grin and leaving.

Closing the door, you leaned against it and let out a long sigh. You smothered your hands over your face as you thought about what just happened. Were you really ready for this? You would hate yourself if you had given such a nice guy like Yunho any false hope. Besides, the only thing holding the two of you back was your hesitation.

"Don't think about it." You hit your temple and went to the kitchen to begin cleaning up. You put all the leftover portions of food in containers and stuffed them into your fridge.

RINGGGGGG

"Hello?" You put your AirPod on to hear Seonghwa as you were doing the dishes.

"Seeing as to how you are awake and I can hear the water running, that means you're doing dishes. That also means you didn't sleep and were recipe cooking the whole night."

"Hwa... I know you know a lot about me, don't need to show off." You scoffed. You heard him laugh on the other end.

"You need to sleep, sweetheart. You'll need the energy for tonight."

"Ugh, I know, Hwa. Trust me, I have been trying for... god knows how many hours already." You sighed, leaning against the sink. You wondered if you should tell him that Yunho came over.

"Do you want me to come over?"

"No, it's fine. Stop worrying about me, you need to rest too. Plus, you know when I get ready for these things, it's usually a mess. I'll just see you tonight." You told him. Although he was reluctant, Seonghwa did hang up, making you promise to at least lay down.

'I am in bed.'

You took a picture of yourself lying on your pillow and sent it to Seonghwa. Putting your phone on the nightstand, you grabbed Yunnie and Yuyu to hug them.

Yunho looked at his phone, specifically, the chat with you. He wanted to text you and ask how you were but he didn't want to seem like he was being a worrywart and he didn't want to risk disturbing you.

"Usually (y/n) is out here. Even when she's not here, you're here in her place." Wooyoung chuckled, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Just some quiet time away from the bustle." Yunho forced a smile.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me. It's okay." Wooyoung patted Yunho's shoulder. Yunho realised, this must be how it is with your friends, you never needed to justify what you did.

"You're worried about her, aren't you?" The shorter male raised an eyebrow. Yunho's cheeks reddened as he was caught.

"It's not my place to say anything since I don't know what she has told you... But all I can say is, don't worry. She'll be okay. She whines and complains but she's a tough cookie. Tomorrow, she will jump back into the kitchen and act like nothing happened." Wooyoung assured Yunho.

"Plus, Seonghwa hyung will be there with her. He won't let anything happen to her." He added. Yunho nodded grimly, a part of him was jealous, he wanted to be the one to protect you.

"I visited her this morning. She said she was okay but you know that feeling when you know she isn't." Yunho said.

"I know, it's frustrating to not know how to help." Wooyoung shrugged.

RINGGGGGGG

"Oh, speak of the devil. Hey, jagiya." Wooyoung took his phone out. Yunho perked up, his ears becoming sharp. There was only one person that Wooyoung calls 'jagiya'.

"Don't worry your little head over it... They're fine... Well, if you trust them enough to take over you and Hwa hyung, they must be good enough."

"He's... right beside me, actually." Wooyoung raised his eyebrows, cast a side glance to Yunho. Now, Yunho knew that you just asked about him. Yunho wanted to take the phone from Wooyoung's hand to speak to you.

"Okay, Jongho inside. Hang on." Leaving Yunho on the stoop, Wooyoung entered the kitchen, presumably to hand the phone to Jongho. You didn't want to speak to him?

"Yun, we need you." Mingi poked his head out to call his best friend. Yunho had to help man the cash register.

"You're really handsome." A customer complimented.

"Thank you." Yunho smiled kindly, receiving the customer's card and charging it with what she ordered. The girl tilted her head with expectation that Yunho would carry on the conversation.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" She asked, shooting Yunho a flirtatious, sweet smile.

"Not yet, at least. Thank you and have a nice day. You can collect your drink at the end there." Yunho handed her back her card. With a warm, welcoming smile, Yunho beckoned the customer behind the girl. The girl's jaw dropped slightly at how Yunho just blatantly ignored her.

"Miss, are you okay?" Yunho asked, seeing that the girl was still standing there and not moving.

"Umm, excuse me." The customer behind her, who was trying to give Yunho his order, said. In the end, the girl pursed her lips in embarrassment and went to the counter to get her drink from San.

"I miss (y/n)." Mingi pouted. Yunho shot Mingi a glare, who was he to miss you?!

"I miss her too." San nodded in agreement.

"Okay, guys. Keep your feelings about (y/n) to yourself. I can see steam coming out of Yunho's ears." Yeosang chuckled. The two baristas just rolled their eyes.

"Not my fault he can't control his jealousy." San shrugged and continued making the drinks.

"What's there to be jealous about in the first place? (y/n)'s all of our friend." Mingi stated. Hongjoong, who came to grab a slice of cake, gave a thumbs up in agreement with Mingi's statement. Yunho scoffed and continued serving customers.

"I'll swap with you for a bit. Help make the drinks." Hongjoong told Yunho when San went for his short break. Yunho nodded and worked with Mingi, making the drinks for the customers.

"Collect your drink and we'll bring your pastry to you." Hongjoong said to the customer as Yeosang put the pastry in the toaster.

"Excuse me, who is that tall guy making coffee? He's so handsome." A lady chuckled.

"That is our boss, the owner of this place." Hongjong replied, keying in the lady's order and sorting the cash before returning the change back to her.

"Do you see that, jagi? All those women and he only has eyes for you." Wooyoung whispered, holding the phone up.

"Yes, I can see that, Woo. Did you really stay behind just to show me all this? You should have gone home with Jongho to rest for tonight."

"Of course, jagi. Got to keep an eye on your man even if you aren't here. Plus, we both know Jongho really didn't mind leaving without me." Wooyoung stated while rolling his eyes. You laughed, eating your creamy scrambled eggs, which you were suddenly craving after laying in bed for close to 3 hours.

"Firstly, Yunho isn't my man. Secondly, even if he was, I don't need you keeping an eye on him for me. I trust him. But he does look good when he is barista-ing."

"Say 'thank you, Wooyoung'." Wooyoung grinned. San, who was returning from his break, found Wooyoung at his spying spot.

"Oh, hey (y/n)." San waved, making Wooyoung jump and turn around. You smiled and waved back.

"Hi, San. Looks like you've been spotted, Wooyoung."

"(y/n)? Did you say (y/n)?" Yunho marched over, taking the phone from Wooyoung. You smiled softly, seeing Yunho's face take over the entire screen.

"Hi." Yunho grinned, holding the phone away from Wooyoung, who was desperately trying to snatch the device back from the giant.

"Hey there, Mr Boss. You're supposed to be working, don't abandon ship."

"But I want to talk to you. Plus, earlier, when Wooyoung told you I was next to him, you didn't even want to talk to me. All you wanted was to talk to Jongho." Yunho pouted, complaining to you like he was a 5 year old throwing a tantrum.

"Oh, you big baby. Don't whine, I just saw you this morning. But, I did ask to speak to you but I guess Wooyoung decided to tease you and act like I only wanted to speak to Jongho."

"I knew it." Yunho rolled his eyes but grinned at how well he knew you, you wouldn't pass up a chance to say hi to him.

"Boss man, I need my phone back. Call her on your own phone." Wooyoung said.

"Get back to work, Yunho. I have to go too, I've got to get ready soon. I'll talk to you tonight."

You sighed, looking up and checking the wall clock. Yunho nodded sadly, not wanting to say bye. Before you could exchange goodbyes, your doorbell rang.

"Bye." Yunho wished just as you hung up, presumably to greet whoever was at your door. Yunho handed Wooyoung his phone.

"Thank you." He said to Wooyoung and went back out to the front counter to help his friends. Even if it was brief, Yunho was glad to be able to speak to you. Wooyoung hummed with an adoring smile on his face and grabbed his bag to go back home to rest before having to come back for dinner service.

You greeted the make up artist and hair stylist at the door. They were the same ones that always came to help you get ready for big events like tonight. With big smiles, they gave you hugs.

"Usual, you can set up here in the living room. There's more breathing space." You told them.

"Don't worry about us. We're pros now." The make up artist winked at you. You patted her shoulder and went to get them some drinks.

"Help yourself to the snacks in the kitchen." You said.

"Woah, when did you have time to make these, princess?" The hair stylist asked, putting one of the mini balsamic mushroom tartlets in his mouth.

"Cooking and baking helps me take my mind off a nervous breakdown." You chuckled, sipping your coffee.

"Alright, we'll set up. You go take a shower, remember not to dry your hair." They ushered you towards your room. You nodded and went to take a shower to clean your skin and hair before it was going to be done up and styled.

"Ah, Seonghwa sshi!" You heard the team greet Seonghwa outside as you were drying your body and putting on your robe. There were knocks on your door.

"Come in." You replied. Seonghwa poked his head in, looking around until his eyes fell on you.

"Hi, sweetheart." He smiled and came in to hug you. He was in plain clothes, going to styled like you before wearing his suit.

"Did you sleep?" He asked, hand resting on your shoulder. You nodded your head and continued to hug him, cheek pressing against his chest.

"Don't fall asleep on me." He chuckled, making his chest rumble. You groaned and pulled away, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and walking out to the living room with him.

"Work on the princess first." Seonghwa said, gently nudging you forward with his shoulder. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Come on, girly. Let's get you started." The make up artist giggled, patting the seat for you. While the make up artist and hair stylist worked on you first, Seonghwa helped himself to your kitchen, fixing himself a drink and eating the random leftovers from your recipe testing last night.

"I'm going for the brighter look instead of smokey since your dress is already dark blue, matching the white part of the ombre towards the end of the dress." The make up artist said.

"Sounds good." You smiled, closing your eyes as she began to put some primer on your face.

"Hwa, are you riding with your parents tonight?" You asked. Seonghwa came over, munching on a sandwich he made himself.

"No, I'll ride with you. I think my hyung's coming in the car and the 3 of us will ride together, your parents are expecting us there too with my parents." He informed.

"Fine with me, if that means it's less time I am spending with them." You laughed.

"Your stepbrother isn't coming, right?" Seonghwa checked.

"Nope. That's why it was important for me to attend tonight since my precious stepbrother couldn't make it. You know, I'm always free while he's busy doing whatever it is." You said sarcastically.

"Let's just get tonight done and over with. Tomorrow, we'll return to the restaurant and get on with our lives. Plus, you can see Yunho tomorrow." He teased. You opened your eyes and kicked his thigh, shooting him a look.

You so wanted to correct him and tell him that you were seeing Yunho tonight but knew it wasn't the right time to mention it. Maybe after tonight.

~

Series masterlist

[icarustypicalfall]

REQUESTED!!

Cod boys reaction to reader having a meltdown\overstimulation of adhd\autism.

warnings: sfw, pure fluff. mentions of stress, anxiety, pet names, no y/n only you.

word count: 1k

cod boys x gn! reader

NOTES

thanks anon to this beautiful request <3

note that i myself don't have adhd or autism, everything is purely fictional and the signs, triggers and solutions I picked were mostly from Google. I apologize if it's not accurate, I'm open to learning more and It's okay to tell me if need to change something ❤️

i feel like i forgot someone, if i need to add anyone tell me!!

Phillip Graves

He knows about your ADHD\Autism case. He knows how to deal with it and surprisingly very good at it. You and him were at his base. He had an arm around your waist while he chatted with a large group of Shadows. Big old men who decided it's cool to chat all at once and  the same time. When Graves noticed how your muscles became tense, your breath shallow. He escorted you out of the group to his office. He helped you calm down and apologized for the behavior of his soldiers.

"m sorry darlin'.. breath deeply alright? "

John price

He was oblivious since he couldn't talk to every soldier and get to know them. Although, he tried his best for you and searched for informations with the help of Gaz.

You and him were sitting one night after a rough Mission, you had to dive in for intel in a pretty old mansion. The smells were intense and by the time you were back, you were feeling sick. Price was smoking his famous cigar beside you. He noticed your discomfort and dissiness and rapidly threw the thing away, apologizing for forgetting and helping you calm down.

"i apologize, love, lil old me forgets sometimes"

Simon Ghost Riley

You and him had to go undercover in a party to find your target. The party was extremely crowded, with loads of people chattering and laughing. By the time the other soldiers got the target. You were in a corner, trying to focus on your breath and calm yourself. Simon was by your side, squeezing your shoulder and keeping you away from the crowd.

"i have a joke love"

Kyle Gaz Garrick

He had many friends with the same case, he knew about it. Gaz himself got overwhelmed sometimes and he knew what it felt like. He noticed your discomfort after putting on the rough new uniform. He helped you cut the tag and make the material softer, less irritating to your skin.

"it's alright, you know, they should've kept the old uniform, but hey, at least this one is bad ass"

Johnny Soap Mactavish

You are a civilian. Not used to the weapons and it's noise like him. You were keeping him company in the shooting range. The repetitive sounds made you irritated. You rapidly became upset, covering your ears and shutting your eyes.

Soap noticed, and felt bad for making you uncomfortable. He took you for a walk outside the base, showing you the pretty forest and the dogs outside.

"see, 'm not dump lass\lad, i know how you feel"

Alejandro Vargas

You and him were having a brunch in a cafe. A construction zone was nearby. You could barely focus on the conversation, you had a high sensitiviness to the noise that made your brain fog. Alejandro felt bad for not realizing sooner and took you to another Cafe, you two had a lovely day that made you forget the morning's incident.

"I've never been with someone as interesting as you are, amor, you're a perfect piece of art"

Rudy Parra

Rudy noticed how overwhelmed you were because of your assignments. You were dealing with your laptop for several hours which made you tired. By the time you ended, you had a headache.

He reassured you, run a bath with essential oils for you, put a calm playlist and let you relax. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and stroked your hair.

"you're so smart, mi cielo, i admire you. you did great today.. you deserve some rest"

König

He hated your boss for always making you breathless with work, stressing on daily basis. When he brought you lunch at work one day and saw you having a meltdown in your office. he helped you calm down, comforting you and patting your back.

for your boss, let's say he wasn't bugging on your back anymore after a 6'10 military man threatened to snap him in half if he made you stressed again.

"mein Engel, don't feel ashamed, it's not your fault and it's totally okay"

Horangi

He took you to a concert during his time off. He noticed your discomfort even with the ear pieces. He walked out with you and kept a hand around your shoulder for comfort and support. You and him sat outside the gig, you could still hear the music and enjoy the concert away from the crowd and loud noise.

"well.. i think i like this spot more.. with only you and me"

Alex

He knew how stressing your work is, being the assistant of a famous stylist made you stick with her everywhere. The flashing lights of cameras and the big crowds of people wanting to see her were too much for you. When you reached your house, you could smell your favorite food being cooked. Alex in a pink apron hugged you, telling you how good you did today and how you should think about quitting if you feel really bad. You eventually found a better job that didn't trigger you and made you more relaxed and happy.

"it's not late to change, love, you deserve the best"

Roach

You and him were attending a wedding of a friend. people made you feel uneasy with the stares. The loud music, the lights and sudden fireworks were too much for you. He was concerned about you when you started to breath shallowly. He insisted on leaving early and took you for a walk in the calm city. You eventually felt better. He knew how he should act and was extremely attentive and caring.

"you know, i think the moon is pretty tonight"

Keegan

He noticed you were stressed for several days, overwhelming yourself with many tasks and chores. He brought you some water, wrapping you in a weighted blanket and keeping you in a calm spot. He finished the chores for you. Smiling as you tried to wiggle from the burito like wrap to eventually give up, thanking him.

"what, you look like a huge burrito, so fluffy"

(the last line was so cheesy 😭)

little reminder that it's alright to have those meltdowns, you are a human and you have the right to feel this way. Don't blame yourself for anything. Focus on yourself and love yourself 🫶🏻