#i need to complain but i need to keep my love for this fucking show i. need to

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Teacher Haseul x Boyfriend Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: ass eating, pussy eating, body worship, missionary creampie, loving relationship

Word Count: 957

not proofread, wanted to write a small little piece for Haseul after yesterday.

You and Haseul laid in a compromising position, her legs laid spread apart a few inches. Feet digging into the plush carpet of the shared bedroom. She always looked beautiful in her uniform, a white button up shirt that was cropped a few inches. The handbag that holds her students work.

You and Haseul liked to keep her outfits on during sex, only removing the bare essentials. Those being her tight jean shorts, now resting on the ground, the only other thing that needed moving was her panty hose. Resting just below her thick ass, your favourite part of her body. You were the luckiest man in the world, tongue trailing on her cheeks. Admiring her curves, squeezing them firmly reveling in your ability to worship her.

"Tell me about your work honey." You asked, unable to see anything outside of darkness. Haseul's skirt acted as a curtain, eyes being kept in the shadows. Removing one of your few senses, not the one that matters to you. Kissing her inner cheeks, "Same old shit, students too busy using AI to even pay attention to my course! Why even come at that point?!" She ranted, this was not the first time you've heard of this plight. In fact you've been in this position before, just last week you were on your knees like this.

"That sucks" You said, letting her rant as your tongue finally pressed against her asshole. There was always an art to these things, like her lectures you heard of. You wanted to get a perfect grade, your tongue laid flat as you licked into her ring of spongey flesh.

"Yeah! It's so fucking stupid - oh my god that feels so good - Like why even show up?!" Haseul complained, cut off by your frantic worship. Her ass was mindblowing, a divine pinnacle of architecture sculpted by the gods. You gave her your offering, in the form of eager strokes. Her backdoor now wet with saliva, her body involuntarily backing up into you. "I can't help all the students! - keep going fuck Y/N! - but I wish they would put the effort in!" She continued.

Haseul's cunt was begging for attention, leaking her essence all over your chin. "Look how needy you are Haseul, dripping on me" You growled, alternating between her holes. Both were equally inviting as you dived in, no longer using your hands for support. Mindlessly devouring every inch as she took your eager tongue.

The juxtaposition between Haseul holes was mind boggling, her juices were mature. Coating your tongue with her taste "You always taste so good Haseul, I love you." You growled, voice being smothered by her body, barely audible but it still reached her ears "I love you Y/N! Keep going honey!" Vocals thick with desire, breaking up as she choked the words out.

You weren't going to deny Haseul's requests, a goddess deserves it's reward. Mouth sealed on her pussy as you sucked her folds, focusing on her pleasure alone. Your tongue pressed inside her, rubbing her clit with your fingers. Your tongue was deep and deliberate, a stark contrast to your earlier actions.

"Keep going honey, you are so good at this.." Haseul groaned, melting in the pleasure of her boyfriend. You were starving and she was the cure, her strong and unique taste was the only thing you wanted at this moment. Your hand cusped her ass, delivering firm slaps as she screamed. "I'm gonna cum baby! Fuck!" You slurped frantically as she grinded her folds violently, a gutural moan releasing from your core as she gushed over your body. She was hurled into ecstasy, her thighs closed around you. Squeezing you against her.

You withdrew, a job well done as you finally saw your handy work. Her shirt clung to her back, her unobscured skin shiny against the light of your bedroom. "Haseul honey, are you able to go another round?" You asked, hand stroking her exposed back.

"Yeah, fuck me Y/N." You dropped the clothes still clinging to you, exposing your cock to the air. You flipped Haseul over, appreciating her beauty. The way her hair clinged onto her face, glasses dislodged as they sat on the bridge of her face. Her bottom lip puffed and bruised as she gnawed on it.

You pushed in gently, a shared gasp as inches disappeared into her wanting hole, gripping onto your shaft as you bottomed out. "You always feel so good Haseul." You let out, voice dim as you focused on her. Every ounce of pleasure was explosive, jolting through every fibre of your being.

Your hand found Haseul's tie her eyes looking up in shock as you yanked, her lips met yours as you devoured her mouth. The soft taste of sugar from her lip gloss, tongue deeply exploring her wet cavern as she tasted her holes on you. While your length rested in her, pace slow while you two shared saliva.

You two were no strangers to missionary, doing it whenever there was a free time. But she never stopped feeling incredible, your hips pistoned faster now, her cunt accepting everything you gave it. "I love you Haseul, every part of you." You moaned out, breathing against her lips.

"I love you aswell! Make me cum!" Haseul moaned, she squeezed the life out of you as you gasped. Mere inches from cumming. Time ran thin as you savoured the last few moments. "I'm cumming! Cum with me Haseul!" You shot ropes into your girlfriends loving pussy, the crevices filled with your cream. Haseul came around you, leaving both of you shaking.

"Thank you love, you make this whole shitty job worth it." Haseul said, as you two stayed connected for a few minutes.

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Has Anyone Else Died For You? | Megumi Fushiguro

02: IFHY

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I fucking hate you

But I love you

I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled

You're good at being perfect

We're good at being troubled

New friends! And also a new reason for megumi to hate you... Will this boy ever get rid of you?

Maybe you told Choso that he didn't need to ask Yuji to have lunch with you, but did you really think he was going to listen to you?

In his defense he did not have to ask her, at least not so directly. Choso only had to mention that you spent the break alone and Yuji as the knight in shining armor that he was couldn't allow that, such a sweet boy.

That day Megumi didn't attend classes and you were happier than you'd like to admit, it was a quiet morning where you could be at peace without feeling the need to smash your head against the wall.

As you put your things in your bag you noticed that Megumi's friends were at the door just like always, it seemed strange to you that he hadn't told them that he wouldn't come.

You walked to the door but they stopped you.

"hey Yn!" Yuji walked up to you with a big smile on his lips. Although he was your best friend's brother, you guys had only exchanged a few words in the past, but it was a well-known fact that Yuji was a good boy.

"hey."

"Don't you want to come with us? It's always good to eat in company."

"Yes, of course." you replied with slight shyness although inside you were cursing Choso, it had been some time since someone had invited you to join them in the break.

"Nobara Kugisaki by the way." the brown-haired girl next to Yuji introduced herself, she didn't look as cheerful as Yuji but she looked nice, Megumi didn't fit in with them at all.

"Yn Yl" You smiled at her back, you couldn't say that you were excited about this but you weren't going to put on a bad mood. It's not that you disliked them or that you were a hermit, but the fact that Choso had to intervene made you feel like they were talking to you out of pity and you hated that feeling.

Because you didn't need to be anyone's act of charity.

Yuji who was walking to your left put his arm around your shoulders, he was closer than you were used to but you weren't going to complain.

"And how are you doing with being Megumi's Seatmate?"

"Okay, I guess."

"If it gets tough you can tell us and we'll put it at bay." Although it was a joke you could feel that what he was saying was serious, Yuji was his best friend and he knew better than anyone the attitude he could sometimes have.

"Because he's an asshole." Nobara added, making the three of you laugh.

The break was nice, you laughed a lot and they definitely made you forget that feeling that you were just a commitment, they made you feel included, Yuji and Nobara seemed really interested in you. They accompanied you to your classroom and said goodbye, but not before making you promise that the next day you would also go with them.

There was a warmth in your chest, a feeling that you had finally found people you really liked and not just people you pretended to fit in. Probably because they didn't pretend to be someone else, didn't bother to look cool, didn't show the best and most fake version of themselves only to then attack you from behind. This felt as natural as with Choso.

Promising that you would spend more time with them was not complicated and it was not a lie either, you meant it and it felt good to say something serious after so long.

A week and a half went by where Megumi completely ignored you during classes and didn't bother to get close to his friends. he was acting like a jealous child, you didn't say anything, Nobara was mocking, and Yuji was worried.

"I don't know what's wrong with him, I swear he's not like that."  Yuji had been talking about megumi for half the break, you weren't paying attention, you were more focused on the protein cookies that were originally part of yuji's lunch but that he always gave you because it was rarely the time you ate anything. "He doesn't even answer my messages."

"He's just throwing a tantrum."

"He's not like that, nobara."

"Yes, he is, but you always try to defend it."

You didn't bother adding something to the conversation Everything you knew about Megumi up to that point was negative and you weren't quite sure if you wanted to know more. Yuji ran a hand through your hair, by this point you had gotten used to how touchy he was.

"I know that if he tried to talk to you more he would like you."

You didn't care. "I hope so." and you smiled at him.

Even when you refused several times saying that it wasn't necessary, Yuji had accompanied you home every day claiming that the streets were dangerous, it was clear that he had been half-raised by Choso. of course Megumi had noticed that now his friend was waiting for you at the end of the day.

"Are you with him now?" After days of silence that was the first thing Megumi said, you couldn't say you were surprised. You ignored his comment You knew fighting him wasn't worth it.

"Wow, I thought you forgot how to talk." You teased and he just snorted.

"Forget it."

"Count on it." But you wouldn't, if he was bothered by the fact that his friends spent time with you or the fact that Yuji might be interested in you, you didn't know it clearly yet but whatever it was you were going to use it to your advantage. Megumi had already been annoying enough and giving him back a little bit of that wouldn't hurt you.

"Stop with this shit, both of you, I'm serious." Megumi burst into the library where you were sit with Yuji and Nobara, speaking directly to them and ignoring you who were in the middl.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Nobara rolled her eyes, she was tired of this, it was clear that it was not the first time that Megumi did the same. "And we don't care, Megumi, you're being ridiculous."

"You don't get it, she's evil." He pointed at you and the best you could do was put on your face of disbelief and innocence. "She's fooling you two."

"Evil?" Nobara sneered. "Come on Megumi, you can do better than that."

"Why are you defending her? You literally hated her."

"Yes, when I was in high school and I didn't have any thoughts of my own and all I did was follow other people's opinions. Maybe you should grow up too and stop listening to stupid rumors that are just that, rumors."

"It's not just rumors, she's two faces cunt." You felt Yuji tense up next to you and put his hand on your thigh as if trying to calm you down, you didn't give a fuck what Megumi had to say about you but if you had to act like the poor little princess being attacked you would do it.

"People talk just for the sake of talking without worrying about the damage they cause. Besides, Choso is her friend and I know he wouldn't be so fond of her if she was a bad person." He tried to make Megumi make a little sense.

You just stood silent, leaning slightly towards Yuji as if seeking protection.

"Just look at how she throws herself at you after a couple of nice words, she's a slut."

Yuji loved megumi and could tolerate a lot of things and attitudes but he was not going to be permissive with this attitude he was taking.

"You shouldn't say things like that." He muttered, Yuji's attitude was very cheerful most of the time always trying to be in the best mood but now that was getting too complicated for him. This definitely bothered him.

"I'm going to say what I want, that bitch and your brother are friends because no one else wants them around, they don't have anyone else." Yuji gave your thigh a squeeze before getting up from his seat and heading towards megumi with slow but firm steps.

"Megumi." He tried once more to get his friend to stop.

"If your brother is still with her, it's because he's a fucking weird pig who wants to fuck that cheap whore."

Yuji punched him in the cheek, he was not violent and practically never used force but Megumi had driven him crazy in the worst way.

"I don't want you to talk about her and Choso like that again, you shouldn't talk about anyone like that." It was a warning, Yuji wasn't playing and was going to Prove it if was necessary. Yuji returned to the table, took his things and your bag, while with his free hand he held yours to help you get up from your seat.

You didn't know how to feel about everything that had happened but one thing was clear and that is that Yuji Itadori was hotter than you thought. You gave megumi one last look over your shoulder, so sad and scared, as if you weren't suppressing a smile as you walked away.

"I'm sorry, I'm not like that." Yuji finally spoke after Nobara left for her classroom. "really."

"It's okay, I understand that you got a little angry."

"I don't want to give you a wrong image of me." He was clearly embarrassed by the small scene he had set up. You put your hands on his arm and gave a small comforting squeeze.

"You didn't, I know you're a good guy." You smiled at him and he smiled at you, he seemed almost shy something unusual for someone like him.

You were in the courtyard sitting on the grass while yuji's head was on your lap, you were both enjoying a little sun, it was strange the time it wasn't cloudy and rainy in the town.

"Megumi tried to talk to me." Yuji broke the comfortable silence.

"And what did he say to you?" You didn't give a fuck but he didn't have to know that.

"Not much, I think he thought things would be the same as before but I don't know, I can't, not after how he talked to you and everything he said about Choso." You just hummed waiting for him to continue, it was clear how much he cared about this issue. "And I told him I wouldn't talk to him again until he apologized to you."

"Not necessary."

"It is, what he said was very out of place."

"Yes, but I'm not upset, Yuji."

"He already told me that he would." The last thing you wanted was to talk to Megumi again, but it seemed like life just hated you.

"Good."

It was Friday when you decided that three weeks of classes had been enough and that you deserved a little extra break from the short weekend so you didn't go to school.

You wanted to wake up late, take a hot bath, spend the whole day in bed watching movies and wearing your favorite pajamas.

What was not part of your plans was megumi's unexpected visit, although Yuji had told you that he had agreed to apologize to you, he did not warn you that megumi would come to your house to do so.

"What are you doing here?" you asked in a slightly pained tone as if you really cared about what happened.

He was standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets and his cheek still slightly swollen, though he looked as stoic as ever, you noticed a small frown on his face as he looked you up and down without trying to hide it.

But megumi didn't expect you to open the door with that 60s-style babydoll and the little rosary that you always wore showing on your cleavage.

"Really? You wear that and then you open the door without caring about anything? You definitely don't have common sense." It wasn't his plan to come and attack you, but somehow or other he had to hide the effect you'd had on him.

You avoided rolling your eyes. "What are you doing here?" you asked him again, although you already knew the answer.

"I came to see you."

"Well, you already saw me."

He rolled his eyes and snorted, apologies were definitely not his forte and he really had no idea how to get started with this.

"I need to talk to you."

"What for?" You didn't want to let it be so easy, it was the least she deserved after calling you a whore for weeks.

He was silent for a few seconds, the tension was noticeable, Megumi took a deep breath.

"I think maybe..." His words were slow and leisurely, he cursed himself for not having practiced before this." Maybe I was too rough."

You raised an eyebrow. "Maybe?"

He rolled his eyes once again and you wanted to slam the door in his face. "Look Yn, can I come in? I want to apologize properly, there are many things to discuss." He tried to remain patient but found it increasingly difficult. "But I can't do it if you don't give me the chance."

"And why should I let you in?" Now it was Megumi who wanted to slam his head against the wall.

"Because. I. want. to. Apologize."

"Good." You let him in and he followed you to your room, closed the door and sat on your side over your bed, Taking a strand of your hair in your fingers and starting to play with it. Megumi knew that you definitely knew what you were doing, there was no way someone would look like this and be innocent.

You didn't say anything and neither did he, youu both looked at each other, both waiting for the other to start but you weren't going to help him apologize. He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, I was mean and shouldn't have treated you like this, I had no reason."

"That's it?"

The growl. "Don't pressure me, I'm trying."

"You can do better."

"Well, I was a bitch, you didn't deserve it, I got carried away."

"Yes, you're right."

"and?"

"What?"

"Are we okay or not?"

You tilted your head. "I don't know, are we?"

"You're being difficult on purpose."

"And I'm not half as bad as you were."

"Well, you're right, I deserve it but I really want to fix things and I can't do it if you behave like this, I'm sorry Yn, I promise I'll do better from now on."

Not that you believed him, you weren't that stupid but Megumi was friends with your new friends, well, he was your new friends' best friends so you knew that the best thing you could do was to be okay with Megumi.

"Fine, we're okay."

He looked at you, well, actually he had been looking at you since he arrived but paying a little more attention he saw that you looked tired, maybe it was the lack of makeup but he had never seen your dark circles under your eyes, you looked slightly emaciated. I notice that there was a hint of sadness in your eyes, she wondered if she had always been there or not but you seemed different from that first time she had seen you.

He was always quite perceptive. "You look different, is it just school stress or is there something else?

"Don't start, Megumi." You couldn't help but get defensive, the memory of what had happened the last time he'd been in your bedroom was still fresh in your mind.

He rolled his eyes. "Up there, I'm serious, you look stressed but I think I can help."

You raised your eyebrow in disbelief "how?"

You saw how he took a small metal box out of his jacket when he opened it, you saw a few pills, you didn't use any drugs but you could get an idea of what it was.

"I'm not going to do that." Although it was a resounding denial, Megumi could notice a hint of intrigue in your eyes, although your parents had always taught you how to have them and of course they had forbidden them from the lightest things like alcohol, to heavy drugs, fear of substances, curiosity was in you want it was really strong.

"Why? I do it all the time when I want to relax, nothing will happen to you." You thought about it for a few seconds. It was true that the last few days (or months) you hadn't been feeling well and the idea of something to calm your anxiety was definitely quite appealing even if you knew it was wrong.

"Are you sure?"

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note: did someone say.. progess? LOL.. actually maybe i'm lying, but there's definitely a shift. i just love making things difficult . anyways this is my favourite part so far!! so i hope u enjoy :)

wc: 4.5k

The library is too bright. 

Sunlight filters through the massive windows, stretching across the wooden tables, in long, golden streaks. The usual midday crowd is here. Groups huddled around textbooks, hushed voices discussing equations, and the rhythmic tapping of fingers against keyboards filling the space. 

It’s louder than last time. 

That night, it had been quiet, still, empty. There were no distractions. However, this time, it’s much busier, the atmosphere is different. But that’s not the problem. 

The problem is him. 

Jungkook is already here. 

You’re not sure why, but the fact of it bothers you slightly. 

Maybe it’s because you had counted on at least ten minutes of peace before he inevitably strolled in with some half-assed excuse for being late. That’s how it worked. That’s how it’s supposed to work. Maybe because it feels like a bit of a ‘fuck you’ call, to do this after last time, when he left you alone for almost an hour. 

But, nonetheless. he’s here. 

Sitting at the same table as before. Settled, sleeves pushed up, one arm stretched lazily over the back of a chair. His laptop open, notebook flipped to a page with actual notes on it. Pen twisting slowly between his fingers. 

Like he’s been here. 

Like he’s been waiting. 

You don’t pause, you don’t let it show that it throws you off. Instead, you pull out the chair across from him. and drop into it unceremoniously. 

“You’re early.” 

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t even look up at first. 

“Or maybe you’re late.” he says, pen now tapping against his notebook. 

Your eyes narrow at his response. “That’s a bold accusation for someone who could barely show up last session.” 

That gets his attention. 

He tilts his head slightly, finally glancing at you. The pen between his fingers, twirling once more before stopping entirely. 

“People change.” He says simply. 

You let out a scoff, opening your laptop. “Yeah? Since when?” 

Jungkook shrugs, a small smile on his lips. “Since right now.” 

You don’t dignify that with a response, choosing instead to pull up the project document and start working. 

Jungkook doesn’t push it. 

Which is weird. 

Normally he’d drag things out. Argue simply to hear himself talk. Prove a point that never needed proving in the first place. 

But today, he just exhales through his nose, clicks on the document, and begins writing once again. 

You’re not sure what to do with that. 

So, you don’t do anything at all. 

You fall into a rhythm. 

The scratching of pen against paper. The quiet, muted clacks of your keyboard. The weight of silence hanging between you. Not unbearable, but not exactly comfortable either. 

Jungkook is actually working. 

Which in itself is suspicious. 

You keep waiting for something. For him to sigh dramatically, roll his eyes, complain. 

But he doesn’t 

Instead, he seems rather focused. His jaw tenses slightly when he reads through something. Playing with the piercing on his lip relentlessly. You notice his fingers tapping lightly against the table, before he crosses something out and rewrites it. 

It’s almost more annoying than when he wasn’t trying at all. 

Because at least when he’s an asshole, its predictable. You almost expect it from him. it’s become the not so pleasant dynamic between the both of you. Natural, almost. 

Now? You don’t know what the hell to do with this. 

The silence stretches. 

But for some reason, your attention is situated on him. 

Jungkook is sitting back now. Gaze trained on his laptop screen. His posture casual, like he’s barely paying attention, but his brows furrow slightly when he reads something. His sleeves are still pushed up high, exposing the veins running down his forearms, wrist flicking as he scribbles something in the margins of the notes. 

It’s annoying. 

He’s annoying. 

“Stop staring.” 

You blink. “Excuse me?” 

Jungkook doesn’t even look up. “You’re staring.” 

You roll your eyes. “I was just lost in thought.” 

He hums, finally meeting your gaze. “Thinking about me?” 

The words come out of his mouth so easily, so smoothly, that it barely registers at first. But something in the way he says it. expectant. certain. like its obvious, makes your lips part slightly before you shut your mouth again. 

Because of course he thinks that. 

Of course, he expects people to think about him. 

Jungkook isn’t just anyone on campus, you know this. people know him. He’s popular, sought after. The type of guy whose name runs in passing conversations, whose presence automatically shifts the energy in a room. 

And he knows it. 

Which is probably why he’s looking at you like he’s right. Like he’s waiting for you to admit it. The realization hits. 

And then, just as quickly, it pisses you off. 

Jesus Christ. 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You mutter, shaking your head, diverting your attention to your laptop.” You’re insufferable.” 

Jungkook grins, but something flickers behind his expression. It’s gone before you can process it. You don’t have time to dwell on it anyway. You don’t particularly care. 

Instead, you both fall back into your work. 

A while passes before Jungkook speaks again. 

“You look exhausted.” 

The words land softly, almost too casual, like he’s barely paying attention. But when you glance up, his eyes are already on you. 

It makes you feel strange. 

Your fingers hesitate over the keyboard before you sigh gently, shaking your head. “Long week.” 

Jungkook doesn’t reply right away. 

Instead, he leans back, stretching his arms over his head, before dropping them loosely by his sides. His jaw shifts, like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. 

The silence feels endless until— “You should rest more.” 

It’s so unexpected, so out of place, that your brain stutters for a second. 

You blink “What?” 

Jungkook shrugs and brings his attention back to his notes, breaking the eye contact you two shared, as if he said nothing at all. “Just saying, you’re zoning out.”

There’s nothing teasing in his tone. no smugness. no lazy amusement. 

Just an observation. 

Which somehow makes it worse. 

You don’t reply. Just go back to your screen, ignoring the way your chest tightens slightly. 

Not awkward. not tense. 

Just... different. 

Your focus is slipping. 

It’s subtle at first. The words on your screen blur together, your fingers hesitate over your keyboard, eyes flickering towards the time in the corner of your laptop screen. You have no idea what the last thing you even typed was. 

The last hour has bled into itself. 

The steady rhythm of researching, analyzing, summarizing, feels excruciatingly repetitive now. Your neck aches faintly, your posture has collapsed slightly and there’s a dull hum in your brain that wasn’t there before. 

You weren’t lying when you had told Jungkook it had been a long week. This project may have drained you mentally, sure. But class work was slowly piling up. and most nights had been an array of dark rooms and bright screens, ensuring you don’t fall behind in any subject. You were tired... 

You flex your fingers, stretching them against the table.

Five seconds. 

That’s all you need. 

So, without really thinking about it, you grab your phone. It’s instinct, a small break, a way to reset before diving back into the mundane mess that is waiting for you. 

But before you even unlock it, the screen lights up. 

A message. 

Taehyung: Jimin said you’re still at the library like a LOSER 

Taehyung: hurry up, movie night. u already picked something none of you are gonna like 

You exhale, unlocking your phone, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. 

You: how does it feel being the most unbearable person I know 

The response is almost immediate. 

Taehyung: sexy of me tbh. 

Taehyung: don’t take 500 years getting here. love u xoxo 

You scoff quietly, shaking your head. what an idiot 

It’s nothing urgent, just him being him. but your fingers move anyways, tapping out a reply. It’s supposed to be quick. 

But then another text comes through. 

And another. 

And before you realize it, your focus has completely shifted. 

“Having fun?” 

The words cut through the silence, taking away from your distraction. 

Your fingers pause over your phone screen before you look up. 

Jungkook isn’t looking at you directly. His chin rests against his palm, elbow propped up on the table, gaze flickering lazily between his work and you. 

Casual. Flat. 

But seemingly annoyed. 

You stare at him. “What?” 

Jungkook nods towards your phone. “Are we done studying now hm? Should I start scrolling on twitter too?” 

You scoff, locking your phone and placing it back on the table. “It was one message.” 

“Right.” his pen rolls between his fingers. “Just one.” 

You exhale sharply, crossing your arms and boring your eyes into his. “Not that it's any of your business.” 

Jungkook doesn’t look impressed. 

He also doesn’t look away. 

Instead, his fingers tap once against the table before he speaks again. 

“Just Taehyung?” 

You nod slowly. “Yeah.” 

Jungkook hums under his breath. “Figures.” 

Your jaw clenches slightly at his passive comment. “What does that mean?” 

He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms and biting at his lip ring once again. a small smile appearing on his face. His gaze flicks towards you- bored, amused. 

“Should’ve expected this. Not like you have many other friends.” 

Your jaw almost drops. What a dick. 

“You are so annoying.” 

Jungkook smirks. “Am I wrong?” 

You glare. “Yes.” 

“Alright.” He leans forward, arms resting on the table. “Name three.” 

“Fuck you.” 

Jungkook grins, bright smile showing. like he found the outmost joy in taking the piss out of you. “That’s the reaction of someone with exactly two friends.” 

You consider throwing your pen at him. But before you can, your phone vibrates again. 

You glance down. Another text from Taehyung. 

Taehyung: Jimin's already on his way. u better be too 

Jungkook notices. His smirk drops, barely. And then, like it’s nothing, he shifts once again in his chair. 

“What’s so important that you’ve given up on studying anyways.” 

You shrug. unlocking your screen again, all focus on your phone as you reply. “He invited me over for movie night.” 

Jungkook pauses. Falters slightly. “...Ah.” 

You look up at him. “What.” 

Jungkook rolls his shoulders, eyes flickering to the window, staring intently at the trees. acting as unbothered as one possibly can. “Yeah. He mentioned something to me earlier. Thought it was just gonna be me and him.” 

Something about the way he says it, makes you feel weird. 

Not annoyance. 

Not jealousy. 

Just… something. 

“He probably just forgot to tell you.” 

Jungkook hums, clicking his pen a few times. “Yeah.” He mutters. “Guess so.” 

The moment stretches too long before you decide to let it go. 

The library has emptied out by the time you both start gathering your things. Pens clicking shut, laptops closing with a quiet snap, bags slung over shoulders. Jungkook moves slower than usual, like he’s almost not in a rush to leave. 

Maybe you aren’t either. 

Finally stepping outside, the air is colder than before, the sun is still out, barely, sky cloudy, thick with something unspoken. 

Jungkook is already half a step ahead of you when he speaks. 

“You need a ride?” 

You pause. Almost falter. He says it so casually, that for a second, it didn’t even fully register in your brain. Or maybe it’s because why the fuck would he say that? 

“You glance up at him, eyes trained on his face. “What?” 

Jungkook exhales, as if he regrets this already. “A ride. To our place?” 

You’re still processing this. You blink, thrown off. “You’re offering me a ride?” 

Jungkook scoffs. “No. I’m asking you if you want to freeze.” 

You hesitate. Not because you don’t want the lift. but because he’s the one offering. 

A week ago, he hadn’t. 

It was raining then, pouring actually. Much worse weather than it was today. Your backpack was literally soaked through. clothes clinging heavily to your skin, and Jungkook had barely spared you a glance before heading off that day, never mind a word. 

And now, he was here, offering. 

You shift on your feet. “Why?” 

Jungkook looks at you, no emotion can be found behind his eyes, but he doesn’t break the contact you two share. 

“Because I live there.” He mutters, adjusting the strap on his bag. “And I’d be kind of a dick to make you walk, especially since we are going to the same place. I’m not that awful you know.” 

It’s casual. Thrown out like it’s an afterthought. But something about it sticks. 

You suppose it’s better not to dwell on it, you’ve spent a lot of time with this man in the last week. Instead, you nod, messing with the rings on your fingers as a makeshift distraction. “Fine.” 

Jungkook doesn’t respond, he nods slightly and continues walking to his car. 

This time not ahead of you, but next to you. 

The walk to his car feels longer, and it’s quiet. almost too quiet. 

The air is slowly getting colder, crisp and sharp, slipping through the fabric of your jacket as the two of you make your way through the dimly lit parking lot. The sky has shifted a lot in a short amount of time. It’s now a deeper shade of blue, the last remnants of daylight stretching across the sky in streaks of orange and violet. 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, doesn’t glance at you, just unlocks the car with a silent click of his key, and takes himself to the driver's side like this is totally normal. 

But it’s not normal. 

Not for either of you. 

Because despite sharing the same friend group, and spending several hours together for this group project, this is really the first time you’ve spent with each other truly alone. with no obligations. No one else is around, no distractions. 

And that feels noticeable. 

You hesitate briefly before opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat. The car smells clean, like leather, with something sharper underneath. Probably his cologne. It lingers enough to make you feel somewhat hyper aware of this unpredicted situation. 

Jungkook doesn’t start the car right away. He takes his time, adjusts his seat, and shifts around slightly, fingers drumming softly against the steering wheel. 

You get the feeling he’s waiting for you to do or say something first. 

So, you pull out your phone. Deciding it’s the simplest way to avoid such an awkward situation. Scrolling mindlessly, pretending he’s not here. 

The silence stretches. And for some strange reason he doesn’t put on music. Maybe he’s just focused, or maybe he’s equally aware of how strange this moment is. 

You don’t really like the thought of that. 

Jungkook exhales, sharp but quiet. “You always this easy to shut up?” 

You glance at him. “You always this desperate to hear my voice?” 

His jaw tenses, but he doesn’t take the bait. Rather, he finally starts the car, and the low rumble of the engine fills the silence between you two. 

As he pulls out of the parking lot, the streetlights flicker one by one, illuminating the inside of the car softly. The passing headlights of other cars on the road cascade over Jungkook’s profile, enhancing the sharp outline of his jaw, the dim sparkle of his piercing, and the soft look in his eyes, as they flick between the road and the rearview mirror. 

You’re not too sure why you notice. Or why you’re suddenly so aware of the way the lights move on his skin, shifting with each passing second. Maybe it’s because for once, he’s not being insufferable. 

Or maybe it’s because you’ve never had the chance to look before. 

Whatever the reason it, it weighs on you for a moment, it feels quite unsettling. 

“You’re quieter when we’re not arguing.” 

You blink, snapping out of it. “Huh?” 

He doesn’t glance at you, just focuses intently on the road. “Feels weird. I think you’re more annoying when you’re silent.” 

You scoff. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you/” 

“Yeah?” He lets out a quiet laugh. “That’s a first.” 

His fingers drum idly against the gear shift. “You spend half of your time arguing with me. What? do you just pick and choose when to bite back?” 

You roll your eyes. “I argue with you because you are so difficult with me.” 

He smirks slightly, flicking on his turn signal. “Right.” 

The silence that follows is different to the last. Less tense, but still not comfortable. Like something has shifted, and neither of you really know how to place it. 

You turn toward the window, watching the city move past. The glow of the streetlights flash in and out of view, the scenery calming. 

Jungkook exhales sharply through his nose. You’re too busy looking out of the window to think much of it. Until he speaks again 

“You look better when you’re not scowling you know.” 

Your fingers twitch. 

It’s not a compliment. Not really. 

But from the way he usually speaks to you? he basically sung your praise. 

A second passes. Then another. You don’t say anything. 

He clears his throat. “Not that I care or anything.” 

You exhale a short laugh, shaking your head as you turn to look at him. “You’re so annoying.” 

“Tragic for you.” 

The weight of something lingers. You feel it in the quiet that follows once again, in the way the streetlights blur outside, in the way Jungkook’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel before he finally pulls into the street of his flat.

Neither of you speak when he parks. 

That moment. Whatever it was. Ends. 

Jungkook shuts off the engine, unbuckles his seatbelt, and steps out of his car without a word. You take a second longer before following. 

The cold air outside does something to shake off whatever that drive was. Not entirely, but it seems to make you feel lighter. 

Jungkook walks ahead to the apartment building, he doesn’t wait for you, but he doesn’t rush either. Just moves at his usual pace, knowing you’ll follow. 

By the time you reach the door, he unlocks it, pushes it open, and steps aside without looking at you. 

“Go ahead,” he says quietly. 

You do. 

And as soon as you step inside. As soon as the familiar scent of their apartment settles in your lungs, you come to realize. That shift that started in the car? 

It followed you inside. 

The apartment door clicks shut behind you, enclosing the warmth of the space. It’s The kind of warmth that is created by the energy of people who exist comfortably, peacefully. 

The scent of something woody and citrusy lingers in the air, more than likely one of Taehyung’s candles that he has forgotten to blow out. The lighting is slow, softened by the faint blue glow of the TV screen, casting soft shadows across the room. 

There’s a familiarity here. In a home that isn’t yours, but for some reason it just feels like it belongs to the people in it. 

Taehyung is in the kitchen, stirring something lazily in a mug. Tea, you assume. His sleeves bunched up to his elbows. Jimin is draped across a couch. stretched out like he owns it, one arm thrown behind his head while he mindlessly scrolls on his phone. The two of them don’t look up immediately when you and Jungkook step inside. 

Finally, Jimin glances up, gaze flicking between the two of you, his mouth slowly quirking into an amused smile. 

“Oh, that’s cute.” 

Jungkook doesn’t even entertain it. 

He doesn’t pause, doesn’t react. just exhales loudly thought his nose and heads straight to the kitchen. opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. Like he needs to do something to drown out this conversation. 

Your brows furrow. “What is?” 

Jimin gestures vaguely in your direction with his phone. “You guys showed up together.” 

You blink. “We literally came from the same place.” 

Taehyung hums, lifting his mug and taking a slow sip. “And now you’re arriving at the same place.” 

Jimin nods. “Together.” 

Jungkook exhales sharply from the kitchen, muttering something under his breath. 

Taehyung just grins, setting down his mug on the counter. “Relax, we’re just making an observation.” 

Jimin smirks. “Yeah, there’s no problem, right?” 

You shake your head, ignoring them as you make your way towards the couch. 

“I hate you both.” 

Jimin lifts his hands in surrender. “And yet, here you are.” 

The apartment settles into a peaceful rhythm. 

The soft rustling of Taehyung flipping through movie choices. The occasional complaint from Jimin about every option. The background hum of the city filtering through the windows. 

Jungkook is still in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, sipping his water like it’s giving him something to do. His presence isn’t loud. He’s always had this ability to take up space without really demanding attention, and for some reason, you feel it today. 

Jimin stretches out on the floor now, crossing his arms behind his head as he watches Taehyung cycle through movies at a painfully slow pace. 

Casually, without diverting his attention, he speaks up. 

“You good man?” 

Jungkook barely reacts. 

Just shifts his weight slightly against the counter, his jaw tensing for a split second before he scoffs. 

“What are you talking about.” 

Jimin finally lifts his head, studying him for a second. Then shrugs. “Dunno. You just seem-” 

Jungkook interrupts, exhaling and tilting his head back slightly. “I’m fine.” 

Jimin's lips twitch. “Defensive.” 

Jungkook doesn’t answer. Just takes another slow sip of his water, like he’s done with the conversation. But something about it lingers. 

You sink into one on the couches, leaning slightly against the armrest. It’s comfortable, cozy. Everyone is settled in. 

Besides Jungkook. 

He eventually moves away from the kitchen, walking lazily towards the living room. However, you can’t help but feel what he’s doing is calculated. He doesn’t sit next to Jimin on the floor, you suppose he’d sit on the couch with Taehyung if he wasn’t outright lying across the whole thing. 

But he sits next to you.

It’s not an event, it’s not a moment, but you recognize it. You feel it. 

The apartment settles into silence as the movie begins, the glow of the screen covering the room in flickering shadows. It’s a thriller. Quiet, straightforward. The kind of film that thrives on tension rather than action. It’s quite boring, in all honesty. But you watch it, nonetheless, trying to make sense of whatever is happening on the screen. 

You move slightly, adjusting into the cushions, letting the film pull your focus. Not paying much mind to what you’re doing really. And then it happens. 

Not a deliberate movement. Not something intentional. 

Just a shift. 

A slow, unthinking action, as you attempted to settle more comfortably into your space. Except when you moved, your leg presses against Jungkook’s. 

Not a graze, or a fleeting touch. 

It settles there. 

You can feel the warmth of his body seeping to yours. Neither of you move. 

Not right away. 

Not even when the moment stretches too long, to the point where it’s no longer an accidental touch. When the weight of it becomes something tangible, something felt. 

Jungkook doesn’t tense. He doesn’t move away. He just...let's it exist. 

And so do you. 

For a second you tell yourself you’re imagining the heaviness of it. That if you really acknowledge it, like you are, then it will make it a thing, and neither of you are in the business of making things a thing. 

You are so weirdly lost in the thought of it, until Jimin notices. 

It’s not loud, not obnoxious. 

Just a slow, downward glance. A flicker of recognition, before his lips curve upward, smirk barely concealed. 

“Interesting.” he whispers. 

Jungkook shifts. 

And suddenly, the space made it enough to mean nothing. 

The warmth lingers, for a moment. and neither of you so much as look in the direction of each other. But what just happened, felt like you acknowledged each other in a way that isn’t spoken with words. 

The movie presses forward, progressing at a horrifically slow pace. But you aren’t following at all. 

The atmosphere in the room feels weird. Though nothing has particularly happened to warrant it. It’s still the same dim lighting, the same quiet dialogue on screen, the same people sharing the same space. But something feels off. 

Jungkook hasn’t moved much since shifting away earlier, but there’s something about the way he’s sitting now. It’s subtle, but there’s a quiet stiffness to his posture, and a tenseness in his hands where they rest awkwardly in his lap. 

You all watch in silence, some more entertained than others. Until, his phone buzzes. 

It’s quiet, hardly noticeable beneath the hum of the film, but you see it. 

See the way his fingers tighten around the device, the way his gaze flickers down, almost intently, reading something that doesn’t change his expression, but does something. 

It’s brief, the way his thumb swipes over the screen, but the glow of the notification illuminates long enough that you catch it. 

A name. 

One you don’t recognize. 

But then again, why would you? 

Because the second he registers it, he moves. 

Jungkook exhales, sitting forward like he’s making this decision in real time, like he’s choosing his next action in a way that isn’t completely thought through. 

He doesn’t make much of a scene. No explanation given. Just rises from the couch, too smooth, deliberate. almost practiced. 

For a second, no one else reacts. You suppose This is something he does often by the lack of bother from Jimin and Taehyung. 

Until Jimin finally glances up, a hint of what you can only assume is disgust in his face. His brows furrowing slightly. “Right now?” 

Jungkook doesn’t make eye contact with anyone in the room, attention focused anywhere else. He just shrugs, fingers still curled around his phone, as he makes his way toward the door. 

“Yeah.” 

No details, no offer the clarify. 

He picks up his keys from the counter, spinning them idly in his fingers before turning toward the door. And he’s gone before anyone can say anything else. 

The door clicks shit behind him, cutting through the quiet of the apartment like a knife. 

You exhale, shifting in your seat once again, almost like you’re trying to shake something off, something strange that feels like it’s lingering in the air. 

It’s almost nothing, but it’s not. You continue watching the film, feeling just a bit unsettled. 

The only issue being that you don’t know why. 

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[arsenicflame]

ive had to step away from all the analysis of the finale because thinking about it for too long it fills me with such a [rage? bitterness? frustration? all of the above?] the likes of which ive genuinely never felt for a show before

ive cared about media before. ive been disappointed by media before, but i think the difference is i haven't put my faith in media like i did ofmd- and the more time passes the more i feel fucking stupid for putting that faith in the show in the first place, when so many of the things coming to light now were already there

i cant think about it too long else it makes me so fucking sad, and im tired of analysing it to bits because its not going to change anything, theres no way to fix any of this, no way to find a spark of light in it, no way to come back, to resurrect the show i fucking loved.

im sure everything everyone is saying is well thought out and nuanced things but for the sake of my own enjoyment of this fucking show i have to just not engage with it anymore.

[mbat]

stories about redemption and redeeming even the worst characters, they could never make me hate you

[averagemartian]

I love blue beetle and its message and I wish more people had watched it and I understand that the lack of promotion both because of the strikes and because the studios don't give a shit has affected it negatively and the role that racism/xenophobia play in people's disinterest towards the characters in general BUT PLEASE let's also not forget about superhero fatigue

[rainingincale]

...

[fappellmoan]

i won’t apologize for being a hater. seeing comments on chappell roans posts about being too hypersexual and needing to dial it down (mmm dial what down. say it very explicitly to me. what is making you uncomfortable in your own very clear words) and directly contrasting it with renee rapp just made me not like that girl even more i’m sorry! maybe she should try not being an annoying blonde bi girl who only seems to hang out with other blonde bi girls making mediocre pop. whoops

[synchlora]

and so it happens once more

[twig---verginix]

swear to god i'm just gonna stop watching the endings to shows i like. good shows need to get cancelled on cliffhangers forever

[jackass-jones]

Replaying p3 is such a frightening experience because it forces me to remember Ikutski is a real character that exists

[liinos]

I think I figured out what's wrong with my back and best believe I WILL be bringing it at my follow up bc we cannot continue like this and like walking is one of the few times it actually feels okay but obviously I can't just walk all the time and I want to do stuff I enjoy but all those things require sitting 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️I will also be pushing for a spine mri even tho I think I'll technically still not have enough pt appts but like this is BAD bad

[inviso-bill-strikes-again]

wow i make a lot of the posts on here huh

[caelivir]

“are ya sure yer not dating (y/n)?” osamu suddenly asks his brother during a quiet lunch between the two of them.

atsumu chokes on the grains of rice in his mouth, coughing violently and punching his chest. when he finally settles down, he throws a glare at his brother. “what the hell, ‘samu?”

“that’s not an answer.” osamu continues to press.

“we’re not!” atsumu answers, picking up a piece of chicken katsu with his chopsticks. “i don’t like them like that. they don’t like me like that. we’re just friends.”

the bright red-pink of his ears speak otherwise. you see, osamu knows his twin better than he knows himself. he knows that whatever comes out of atsumu’s mouth is a load of crap. just friends? yeah fucking right.

osamu has never seen his brother look at anyone the way he looks at you, starlight and pure adoration swirling in his irises. he acts as if your every word were an earth-shaking prophecy sent by the heavens. his honey brown eyes stare, and he smiles so gently that it makes him sick.

friends aren’t touchy in the way you guys are. you hold each other’s hand like it’s nothing. with interlocked fingers, atsumu will trace his thumb down the back of your hand for no apparent reason. when you’re bored, you’ll take atsumu’s hand into your lap and play with it, bending his fingers, comparing hand sizes, and running a featherlight touch across the expanse of his palm to see if he’ll react.

osamu notices how you never miss the opportunity to find a seat on his brother’s lap. whether there are no seats of available or ten open ones, you will always choose atsumu. and it’s not like he’s complaining about it. in fact, osamu thinks that he waits for it because atsumu would never want to miss the chance to secure his arms around your waist and whisper into your ear amidst a loud conversation.

and you can’t forget the cuddles, and the hugs that linger longer than they should, and the way you’ll cup atsumu’s face, and the way you play with his piss blond hair.

you’re the one person atsumu lets wear his jersey to his game. he ensures you get the best seat to watch him play. osamu doesn’t miss the way his twin looks at you before every serve or the way you cheer the loudest when he scores an ace.

osamu doesn’t think that someone who “doesn’t like you” would be thinking about you every time they shop. “(y/n) likes this snack”. “(y/n) would love this shirt”. “oh hey, (y/n) showed me this”. “‘samu, should i buy this for (y/n)?”.

osamu has never seen two people so madly in love before. he doesn’t know how you guys haven’t realized it yet. and he can’t keep playing along because atsumu’s katsu looks really good right now.

“right…” osamu chooses to answer, dipping his chicken into the tonkatsu sauce. “i sure hope they’re gonna have fun on that date they have today.”

his brother’s chopsticks clatter onto the table before rolling onto the floor. the sight of atsumu’s open mouth filled with rice is unsightly, and osamu has to suppress his laugh.

“they didn’t tell you?” osamu raises an eyebrow.

“no?!” atsumu suddenly stands, slamming his palms into the table.

“yeah, i think they’re gonna leave soon.” osamu lies easily. there is no date. but of course, does ‘tsumu really need to know that?

the blond twin practically bolts away from the dining table and out of the house. when the door slams shut, osamu grins to himself, reaching for the unfinished plate in front of him.

“he can thank me later.”

atsumu brainrot never ends. something short and sweet bc school is kicking my ass.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Young Gf and Older bf

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Simon Ghost Riley Headcanons

SFW & NSFW

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SFW

Older bf! Simon who didn’t know how he felt about having a younger girlfriend

Older bf! Simon who was getting called “old man” by his girlfriend

Older bf! Simon who learned the hard way that some girls have expensive taste

Older bf! Simon who doesn’t talk much about his girlfriend to his mates, he feels like they’ll get on his ass about dating a young girl

Older bf! Simon who did most of the chores around the house

Older bf! Simon who stopped caring what he wore in front of people because his girlfriend is his little hype-man

“Does this work?” Simon asks coming into his shared bedroom with his girlfriend, she rolls on her side to look at him.

“They don’t match your shoes, Si.”

“What?” He looks down. “I thought they did.”

“Here, go try this on and come back at out.”

Older bf! Simon who told his girlfriend about his time in the military

Older bf! Simon who forget how young his girlfriend is, so when he makes jokes or says a movie reference she doesn’t know what he is talking about

Older bf! Simon who was honestly scared to meet his girlfriend’s family. She told them about Simon being older but not how old he was

“And how old are you, Simon?” Her dad asked leaning forward.

“I’m…40”

“40!!”

“Y/N?!”

“What?! He treats me good, he respects me, guys my age want that trad wife, Simon doesn’t, I can do or say what I want around him and feel good about myself.”

Older bf! Simon who knows everything about you. How you like your coffee, what time you’re suppose to be up for work, and he even knows when you’re about to start your period, you know when he shows up at home with bags full of pads and tampons and her favorite foods and drinks

Older bf! Simon who starts watching shows with you but complains about them but deep down he actually likes to watch them with his girlfriend

NSFW

Older bf! Simon who woke up to you in t-shirts and no shorts or pants, he likes seeing you in a t shirt and panties

Older bf! Simon who has woken up to morning wood before and needed help to get rid of it

“Love,” he kisses the shell of her ear. “Love…wake up,” he coos.

“Hmm~ Simon, not now please.”

“I know, love, you don’t have to do anything,” Simon lines himself up at her entrance and pushes himself into her

Older bf! Simon who like after argument sex

“Fuck you!”

“Oh yeah? Fuck me?” Simon carries a smirk on his face.

“Back up, Simon,” Y/n says putting her hand up on his chest to keep distance.

“Fuck me right? Fuck me?”

“Wait, wait,” your legs didn’t work for a few weeks

Older bf! Simon who tries different things with you, like BDSM you both hated it because it’ll be painful for you and Simon didn’t like you hurt

DDLG, he knows the age gap between you two but he hates the word ‘daddy’ makes him cringe

Mask kink, you both loved it, giving the illusion you were being fucked by someone else and he liked feelings your hands in his face

Voice kink, you liked it because of his deep voice already, he was on the fence, not saying your voice is annoying or anything he just didn’t get it

Knife play, you got scared when he accidentally dropped the knife and it was very close to your hand, it was the same thing with gun play you were afraid something wrong might happen

He tried to be a sub but you could barely take it seriously

Older bf! Simon who has fucked you when you were doing your work, you worked in a private office and all he had to do was shut and lock the door and bend you over your own desk

Older bf! Simon who is handsy when he’s horny

“Simon what do you want?”

“I want nothing,” he says as one of his hands were on your waste and the other snacks up to your breasts giving you a gentle squeeze and you gave him a soft moan.

“Just do it already, Simon,” she moans

Older bf! Simon who has kept a pair of your panties in his pockets and has forgotten about them before, he remembers when he accidentally sticks his hand into his pocket and feels the lace

Older bf! Simon who bought a motorcycle and takes you with him as his backpack, he found a abandoned place were no one comes to and you two had a good fuck on his bike

[sttoru]

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. nanami kento x pregnant wife!female reader. smut, pwp. cunnilingus. pregnancy kink kinda. not proof read. reader gets called ‘sweetheart, honey, darling’

kento nanami cannot leave you alone, even if you’re pregnant. he’s a natural provider and always wants the best for you. especially when you’re carrying his child—which he thanks you for every single day. one day he shows his appreciation through words of affirmation, the other day it’s with endless gifts.

this time it’s by relieving your stress underneath the table while you’re peacefully eating breakfast.

“fuck. . ken,” you tug at his hair with your free hand, the other holding the toast you’ve been nibbling on. your head rolls back and your breath comes out in short gasps as kento’s tongue flicks over your sensitive cunt.

you didn’t expect your morning to be like this, but you’re not complaining. kento always has to start off his day by worshipping your body in any type of way. he’ll rub your small baby bump while you’re cooking, whisper sweet nothings into your ear, kiss you all over while telling you how beautiful you look and even more.

this time his usual body worship had evolved into something more. from kissing your little pregnant belly and praising you for bearing his child, to him kneeling between your legs, slobbering all over your soaked pussy.

“i know, sweetheart. your dear husband will make you feel better, i promise,” kento coos, his voice muffled as his mouth collides with your glistening folds over and over again. he’s getting lost in your essence—the slick messily coating his lips.

his fingers rub your clit a little in the meantime, not forgetting to pleasure you to his best ability. your repetitive moans bounce off the walls of the kitchen, echoing in his ears. you sound like an angel and your body feels like one as well.

kento tries his best to keep his own grunts down. your cunt is dripping so much, amazing amounts of wetness cover his mouth to the point that it trickles down his chin. he’s without a doubt getting drunk on your essence.

the place between your thighs is considered a heaven on earth to the blonde man.

“mhh, are you feeling better, honey?” kento asks, opening his eyes halfway to look up at you, “am i pleasing my wife well?”

the sight of your husband kneeling in front of you, his hands holding your hips steady on the chair and his mouth ravaging your puffy folds makes you forget all about the morning sickness you’ve been complaining of.

“f-feels way too good,” your breath is shaky as you try to focus on eating. you can’t physically get that piece of bread to your mouth, your hand shaking from the pleasure you’re being granted. your pussy tingles and aches with each lick or suck—your hips trying to buck against kento’s mouth.

“that’s great,” kento murmurs, his nose bumping against the bundle of nerves that’s nestled between your folds. the place that makes you go wild, “that’s all i want.” you squeal and find yourself dropping your toast to place your other hand on kento’s head.

you tug at his hair and gain another groan from him. kento notices that you’ve stopped eating and he pulls away from your pulsing cunt for a second, kissing your inner thighs gently. “you need to eat up, darling,” kento’s hot breath hits your bare pussy as he stares at you with love and lust in his eyes, “you’re eating for two now after all.”

he taps your little bump and leans in to kiss your swollen skin. an affectionate smile appears on his handsome features, one that makes you melt immediately. you know kento won’t resume eating you out unless you take a bite of your food again.

“fine,” you pout and grab your toast. you take a small bite and at the same time, you feel kento’s lips kiss your core back. the tip of his tongue slithers up and down your slit, circling your pulsating hole before kissing your clit.

he’s taking his sweet time to make you cum. after all, this is meant to soothe and pleasure you. to take your mind off the negative aspects of your pregnancy. if there’s one thing kento can do as your man, as the father of your child, it’s to take care of you both mentally and physically, in any way you need.

“how about your breakfast, k-ken?” you ask through quick whines. your entire body feels like it’s on fire. kento’s large hands keep holding your body down on the chair so you wouldn’t have the chance to escape his loving gestures. your teary eyes look over the table, “your coffee is getting cold.”

kento chuckles at your worries. you’re selfless, even when he’s offered to pleasure you himself. he leaves a trail of kisses up and down your throbbing pussy, his saliva mixing with your slick and causing lewd strings of clear liquid to stick to his chin.

“don’t you worry. i got my breakfast right here,” kento answers softly while eating you out. every jaw movement is down with precision—it’s slow yet filled with passion. he slurps up any excess fluid every now and then, not caring if you’re making a mess on the chair or on his face.

kento smiles against your wetness when he hears you moan at his words. the way you look so ethereal, staring down at him with open lips, drooling a bit with bread crumbs staining the area around your mouth is absolutely endearing, “you’re so cute. keep looking at me, darling.”

you cannot believe this man. he’s so caring, so loving. you definitely chose the right person to marry and have children with. his rough fingers come up to rub your small baby bump again, not forgetting to show you his appreciation through subtle touches in the meantime.

“so sweet,” kento sighs as he swallows drops of your slick, “letting me take care of you like this . . . such a good wife.”

he’s getting drunk on you, definitely. the taste of your essence and the fact that you’re pregnant with his child right now—the fact that he’s the one who impregnated you and made you a soon-to-be mother—is driving him insane. his cock is dripping with pre-cum, ready to burst.

but, he’ll hold himself back for your sake. you’re going to be taken care of first since you’re his priority and always will be.

being pregnant is so worth it when your husband is kento nanami.