#it's about time that you two stopped being petty and sarcastic to each other all the time

[sincerely-sofie]

Cave-in: A comic starring Darkrai, Dusknoir, and an unconscious Twig on an expedition gone wrong.

(Note that this takes place after the ending of the fanfic, and people have settled into having Darkrai in their lives... for the most part. Dusknoir still hates his guts and doesn't trust him whatsoever.)

[fallingdownhell]

Could I request angst/comfort with Diluc, Ayato, Al-Haitham and Kaveh's s/o who is afraid of loud arguments, due to hearing her dad argue with her mom a lot (over dumb stuff that he gets mad about), hearing the boys angry at or arguing with someone and running to hide? And when the boys find her, she's shaking like a leaf and in tears even when they comfort her.

I really like scenarios like this. Hope I did this justice! Characters Included: Diluc; Kaveh; Ayato Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; hurt/comfort; mentions of past trauma/abuse (not from the boys); mentions of shouting/arguing; the boys are apologizing to you Word count: 2,3k words Enjoy<3

Diluc

It's quite often that he's having arguments with Kaeya. Well, not so much arguments, but rather pesky little fights and petty quarrels. You, and everyone else, were used to it at this point. That's just how it was between those two now. Doesn't mean that you like it, but there's just not really much you can do about it, either.

However, this time, it was different.

Usually, when Kaeya and Diluc fight, it's snarky remarks and sarcastic comments thrown at each others heads. It never included any shouting, loud arguing or even physical altercations.

But apparently, there really is a first for everything.

Kaeya came by at the Winery today, which in itself isn't a problem, he does that from time to time, because even if he doesn't say it out loud, you know that he probably just misses his home.

When Diluc came back later that evening as well, they started to throw comments at each other again. You had no idea, how or why it escalated to this point, but somewhere along the way, they each began raising their voices at each other and for the past few minutes, they had been standing in the middle of the foyer, shouting at each other at the top of their lungs.

When it started getting louder, you were already trying to make yourself as small as possible on your spot on the couch, being reminded of your youth, when similar things regularly happened in your childhood home.

You were coiling yourself in, hands pressed to your ears in an effort to drown out the voices, but it just didn't work. Although you couldn't hear what they were arguing talking about, it didn't help to reduce the volume of their voices at all.

And then suddenly, your eyes snapped open in shock as you heard something break, shatter, on the ground. Suddenly, memories and flashbacks came crashing back to you, and your instincts took over.

You needed to hide. Now!

With newfound fervor, you got up and ran upstairs, dashing into the bedroom you shared with Diluc. You didn't even stop to consider your options, you just rounded the bed and sat down on the floor next to it, hoping that it would sufice in keeping you hidden from prying eyes..

You had no idea how long you were sitting there on the ground, legs pressed against your chest, your hands again pressing against your ears. Your whole body was shaking like a leaf in a storm, tears were running down your face, but you just couldn't bring yourself to care about that right now.

You were sure that you were in the middle of a panic attack right now, breathing becoming more and more difficult. It felt like you just couldn't get enough air into your lungs anymore, no matter how much you tried. The memories were just too much to handle.

The sheer panic, that he would come into your room any second now, hurting you again..

Then suddenly, you feel a gentle touch at your shoulder. Your eyes snap open and you look up to see Diluc, sitting in front of you, a worried and apologetic expression on his face. He quickly retracts his hand again, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in case you didn't want to be touched right now.

He begins talking to you, calm and collected, his voice slowly breaking through the fog that has clouded your mind. The more he talked, the more you seemed to come back into reality, out of the memories of much darker times you have been trapped in.

Diluc talks calmly to you, apologizing for his behaviour, even though he knew that right now wasn't the best time to do so, but he wanted to say it anyways. He would apologize properly again, later.

Right now, he needed to calm you down again. He waited and sat with you, until you calmed down enough to the point were you allowed him to touch you again. Immediately, he pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest.

He continues to speak calming affirmations to you, gently brushing through your hair while you rest your head against his chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart.

"I'm sorry, (Name). I'm so sorry. I have no idea why I let things get this out of hand. I should have known better. I promise, I won't ever let this happen again. You're safe here, you're safe with me. Nothings going to happen to you. Not anymore. I won't allow anything or anyone to harm you again. I will always protect you."

Kaveh

Kaveh was well aware of the things you and your mother had to go through in your childhood. Living with an abusive father and husband can do things to someone, and he always tries his best to be understanding and supportive of you.

When you first told him about the things you went through and what you struggle with now, as a result of that, he vowed to you, and himself, to never put you in any type of situation where you could feel unsafe around him.

He wanted to be a safe space for you. Where you didn't have to fear anything bad coming your way, especially from him.

And for the most part, things were going fine. Kaveh helped you overcome a lot of things, and even when still struggling with some, he's always right by your side, never pushing you into anything, always the ever supporting boyfriend.

However, mistakes still tend to happen.

One such mistake on his part, was taking a client of his back to the house with him, to talk over some points of a new project. Kaveh had thought nothing of it, having done that a few times already.

You were home as well, offering to brew some tea for the two men so that they could discuss their work over something to drink. They agreed and while you disappeared into the kitchen, they began talking about the project.

However, talking soon turned into annoyed comments, which in turn became an argument over different view points. None of the men realised how loud they had raised their voices until they suddenly hear the sound of glass shattering on the ground, followed by a door being slammed shut soon after.

Kaveh instantly realised what had happened, knowing that he fucked up big time.

Without further explanation, he told the client to get out of the house, not paying any further attention to him. His only focus now was to find you and comfort you.

Kaveh went into the bedroom first, hoping to find you in there, curled up in the bed or something. When you were not to be found in there at all, he began to feel uneasy. He didn't want you to be alone right now. He needed to be there for you.

Frantically, he searched the entire house, until he found you in the bathroom, sitting in the corner, eyes blown wide with fear and shaking like you were standing barefoot in the middle of a snowstorm.

Quickly, he rushed to get you a blanket, knowing that you don't want to be touched directly, yet he didn't want to just leave you like this. He returned and gently tucked the blanket around your shoulders and on top of your head, creating some sort of shield from the outside world. He kept his arm around your shoulders, putting only very light pressure in it.

When that didn't seem to help, he began talking to you. He knew that telling you things to do wouldn't help you right now, so instead, he began to ramble. Telling you things about his day, what he had seen and done today, making sure that his voice was soft and calm, while he spoke in a slow manner, trying to convey to you that everything was okay, no danger anywhere near.

After a few minutes, it seemed to help, you began to calm down a bit. When he had the impression that you could properly hear him again, he nudged you to do some slow breathing excercises with him.

Slowly, you followed his lead, breathing in through your nose, and out through the mouth. He asked you to focus on certain things and slowly but surely, the panic began to subside and you could think clearly again.

When you turned and saw Kaveh sitting there in front of you, a relieved smile on his lips, you fell right into his arms, holding onto him like he was your lifeline and you couldn't afford to ever let go of him.

He returned the embrace, holding you in his arms, but making sure that his hold wasn't too tight.

Whatever it is you need of him right now, he's willing to do it. Anything, if it only makes you feel better again. He can't live with the thought that it was his fault this happened to you in the first place.

"(Name)... I'm so sorry. I have no idea what happened back there, I wasn't really thinking about it. I know that's no apology for anything, but I want you to know that this was not my intention. I promised to never make you feel uneasy with me, and yet, I broke that promise like the idiot I am. I will do anything to make it up to you again, I promise. I love you so much."

Ayato

When you had first told him about the events that happened in your childhood, Ayato was appalled by the actions of your "father". He may not know everything there is to know, but what you had told him was enough.

Enough for him to understand, why you had issues with certain things and may not be able to easily handle certain situations like others would. He didn't mind that at all. It's one of the ways that made you special. Not in a bad way, of course.

He always offered you his support, wether you want to work on your "issues" or not. He would support your decision, since it's not his place to judge or interviene. So long as you are happy with the way life goes for you, he can't complain about it, either.

However, due to this, he does tend to keep you out of matters with his work, especially when it involves meetings with people. He knows first hand that some of them can get a bit out of hand and he'd never willingly put you through that if he has anything to say about it. Which he does, luckily.

However, this time, you had told him that you wanted to be present at the next meeting he had. It was about an upcoming festival, and the organizer has asked to meet the both of you, regarding finances and other regulations.

Ayato, having worked with the man before, knew that he tended to have a short temper. So, he asked you if you were really sure about this, telling you what might come your way if you decide to participate.

You insisted, telling him that you wanted to work on yourself, not wanting to hide away from confrontations forever. Reluctantly, he agreed.

And so the next day, you were sitting next to Ayato, the organizer of the event in front of you. In the middle sat a small table with feshly brewed tea provided by Thoma. You had beed taking sip after sip while Ayato and the man discussed the finances of the project at hand.

Everything seemed to be going just fine, until it wasn't. The man disagreed with the budget provided to him, demanding more funds from the Yashiro commission.

While Ayato remained calm and collected, his usual smile on his face, the man grew more and more agitated. He began raising his voice and with every passing second, Ayato could feel you growing more uncomfortable next to him.

He tried to deescalate the situation, continuing to talk calmly to the man. However, his efforts proved to be in vain and when the man then slammed his hand on the table, that was when things got to much for you.

You flinched at the sudden banging sound, hiding your body behind Ayato in fear of this man in front of you. He reminded you so much of your father right now... He had done so terrible things to you, for much less..

Immediately as this happens, Ayato calls for his guards standing outside the room, ordering them to escort the man off the estate. He was quickly taken away and removed, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

Quickly, Ayato turned around to you, pulling you into a soft embrace, wrapping his arms around your head and letting your head rest against his chest.

He ignored the shaking of your body, ignored the tears that were staining his clothes and just focused on calming you down again. He spoke softly to you, his voice nothing more than a soothing whisper in one of your ears, while the other listened to his slow, calming heartbeat.

Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you try to focus on the present.

You kept telling yourself that you were safe, you're with Ayato now, not back then with your father...

Hearing Ayato talking to you through everything helped a lot, too. It grounded you and soon enough, the shaking and the tears stopped again

"Shh, it's alright, (Name). Everything's okay. You're safe here. He's gone. He's not gonna hurt you. I won't allow it. Here, take a deep breath with me, listen to my voice. It's okay. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise."

[gold-rhine]

How do you feel about the two big neuvi juggernauts rn, neuvifuri and wrioneuvi

tbh i'm ambivalent about both of these. im simply a dragon protection unit advocating against mistreatment.... bc for some reason ppl ooc neuvi in two wildly different directions to fit into heteronormativity stereotypes for these two ships. like with rizzley they feminize him drastically, and on the other side with furina they make like stoic uber masculine idk hot math teacher stereotype. both are super annoying tbh. let the poor dragon be, magic evolution already yassified him into french man in reincarnation, has he not suffered enough. stop gendering him so badly, hes not even human, hes a lizard.

with furina im also quite peeved how ppl will try to pretend that they loved each other for all these years (no they didn't), how furina was the one who made him love humanity (no she did not categorically), etc etc. bc i think they have very complicated relationship due to power dynamics of archon\ dragon whose power was stolen by this archon, and trying to erase it make them much less interesting. like furina straight up shut down every their argument in archon quests by going "i'm an archon, you should do as i say bc i'm the god". which she probably didn't know has vastly different implications for the dragon sovereign who sees her as false god, ruling with his power. of course now that she knows, she thinks he hates her, just as she said in her story quest. there is an interesting tension there that i think could be fun to explore bc yeah, they also have 500 years of history. they barely talked, but she knows where he would like to be at this time of day, that kind of familiarity. but i think if you wanna see their relationship explored, esp in romantic sense, you gotta start from right now, from the awkwardness and complications, instead of pretending they are already end game in love.

with rizzwolfsley i remember i saw one post that said that its like fleabag vibes, like they know they can't be together bc of Duty, and i can see it tbh, like rizzley is v feabag to me with his trauma that he pretends hes fine with, but obv a bleeding wound in his back, with sarcastic facade keeping ppl from looking too close, the nonchalant attitude covering painful tension. and as he grew up with this dagger in his back literally in prison, around petty human vices and learned to shield in irony-poisoned attitude, i can see him being drawn to neuvi, steadfast, incorruptible, powerful, but never using it for selfish reasons, fresh clear water in the midst of dark muddy swamp, larger than life, inhuman in his mercy. i can see it, the little wow, it works. the bittersweetness of yearning, awkward stolen moments, it has potential

[kylefletchersgf]

*°⋆ₓₒ『Broken Boundary』*°⋆ₓₒ

Effy and y/n had a heated rivalry and they have to tag for a match and they end up liking eachother

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-ˋˏ [Genre] ˎˊ : angst

-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : angst, cussing, any mistakes I make

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You and Effy got called into the Gcw managers office so Effy and you walked there but not close to each other the rivalry that you 2 had kind of leaned into real life heat so you always kept your distance, unless someone said some homophobic shit or stuff like that to any wrestler you would clap back that’s the only reason you interacted with him. You both walked in and when he sat down you pulled your chair to the side a little bit before sitting down, the owner of Gcw was in there too with the general manger.

The general manager looked at you and Effy both before saying “I need you both to coexist and be in a tag team match together to fight against the tag team champions.” You looked at the general manager like they was crazy “me work with him? You must be crazy because there’s no way in hell that I’ll ever work with him again after what the fuck happened in our feud, with all due respect I will not work with him” you said crossing your arms. “Y/n you either do it or get fired your choice so decide on it”

“Either get fired or be a champion” “fine” you say getting up “but if we lose I’m never working with him again after this, especially if we take that loss” you say getting up slamming the door behind you. When Effy came out the office you looked over at him “look, don’t talk to me about work or anything we will be doing our own thing and no this will not bring us closer or being friends that’s the boundary I’m setting and to only communicate during that match so it don’t fuck up” “fine by me” he says sarcastically.

Your championship match was next week which meant you had exactly 1 week to train, 1 week to mentally prepare, and in 1 week to team with someone you would never want to team with in history or any life time; but you both had to get along just for this one match. Longer if you guys won the tag team championships. Before you knew it it was the next week and you dreaded going into work today but you remembered what the general manager said; do the match or get fired, he was a nice person but he’s serious.

You walked to your locker room dragging your suitcase rolling your eyes, you hated today but you had no choice. You had to think of a way for you both to coexist just for this match at least and if you won the titles you was going to do your own thing regardless because hey at least you got along for that match. You got into your gear fixing up before leaving your locker room, Effy was waiting by the curtain while you kept your distance from him and as your theme started playing you walked right past him quiet.

You did your entrance to the ring posing when you got in the ring but stopped when Effy’s theme started playing and you stood in the corner alone. Even when he got in the ring you was still silent keeping your distance from him; everyone knew about this in real life beef with him. So everyone wondered how the two of you would do this match, as your opponents came to the ring you stepped on the apron making Effy start first. You said things to yourself like; ‘I hate this shit’ ‘I don’t want this’, etc. while he wrestled.

You and him both did petty tags; smacking each others hand hard, smacking each others chest hard, smacking each others arms, etc. if it sounded petty you tagged like it most likely. You hated this match so much and that you had to tag with him but you got to do what you got to do to not get fired I guess. You wanted to be a champion again but not like this you wanted to be a singles champion not a tag team champion, you didn’t mind being tag team champions with people but you preferred to work alone.

Effy got the pin with the 3 count as you face palmed you got to be fucking kidding me you thought to yourself as you got in the ring. The ref held up your and Effy’s hand before you snatched it from the referee before taking your title before rolling out the ring going backstage. You was pissed off that you had to be around Effy longer since you two are now tag team champions but you was happy to be a champion though. You hated this idea from the start and the fact that you was scripted to win.

The general manager came out of his office to congratulate you and Effy as Effy came backstage “congratulations Effy and Y/n you two deserve it” when you heard that you looked at the General Manager “damn right I do deserve it and I still stand on what I said from the beginning. Still no contact even for work and I do my own thing” you said walking away. The general manager looked at Effy as they both shrug, Effy stopped you making you turn to him “Y/n..” “no Effy I said that shit from the start and I meant it”

You continued “you are now breaking a boundary, that shit that happened in the feud you can’t erase it it already happened and since it happened I said I want nothing to do with you work or not, now since we are the tag team champions it is my duty to defend them with you and that’s the only time I’m going to work with you and it’s staying like that. I don’t like you after that shit” you said pissed off. Effy sighed as he rolled his eyes “lets at least put this behind us Y/n for work atleast”

“Did you not hear me? Or is your ego too big? I said you are breaking a boundary that I want you to stop breaking. I don’t even want to speak to you for work, we defend these titles and do our own thing and it stays that way” you said walking into your locker room slamming the door. “What don’t he get damn” you say to yourself as you change into street clothes after you take a shower then packing your suitcase ready to leave. Well it looks like you are not going to get out of this one.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: My favorite slut is back and I’ll be very annoying about it -Danny

Words: 2,114

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xii: An Awkward Reunion

Daredevil was always the easiest to find if you knew him well enough. He wasn't hiding, to begin with. Parker insisted he had to join to make sure she was safe, but Cat knew he just wanted to meet the guy that had been her "partner" during the five years of the blip.

"You sure he'll show up?" Parker asked. "This place has a terrible look."

"This place is alright," she differed. "Why are you still here?"

"I wanna meet Daredevil."

"What for?"

"Because."

"You're being petty."

"I'm being a good friend, and you're childish."

"How am I childish? I'm not the one who's throwing a tantrum!"

Peter tilted his head and vaguely pointed at the two of them. "Did you guys sleep together?"

Cat shot him a warning glare, but before she could reply in her sarcastic fashion, a red figure landed at the end of the alleyway and stood in the dark.

"Stop screaming or you'll catch everyone's attention," the man spoke. "What are you doing here?"

"We like the smell of trash," Cat retorted in a bad mood.

Matthew sighed. "You're alive. Who's that with you?"

She looked at the other men next to her. "They're my emotional support. We need your help."

The man wasn't amused. "What did you do now?"

She clenched her jaw. "Listen, I have nowhere to go and Spider-man risked too much already so he can't hide me—"

"Hide you?" Matt interrupted her. "You're hiding?"

"Yes," then she added as an afterthought, "I can explain."

"I'm sure you can," he said, turning away. "I'm not sure I wanna hear it."

"That's fair." Cat looked at her friends, then walked forward and stopped him from leaving. "Look, bad things happened since the last time we saw each other— I mean really fucked up things, and I'm not asking you to fix them—"

"You never do—"

"I just need to stay in a place where I won't be found. At least until I get a new suit."

"Who's looking for you?" Cat didn't respond. "Where is Kurt, or Harley? Why are you here?"

"Kurt's off the planet, and Harley..." she shook her head. "He doesn't know I'm here. I have to keep it that way for a little longer."

Matt let out a scoff, he wasn't going to give up an opportunity to tell her "I told you so".

"You have a lot of explaining to do."

"Give me time and I'll tell you everything."

"What about them?" He vaguely pointed at the men behind her.

"Webs has his own place— the other guy will go back to where he came from."

"He's quite tense," Matt gestured at Parker.

"Quit sniffing!" She demanded, flicking his chest. "I don't want people to look out their windows and hear our conversation."

Matt shook his head, staring —or at least that's how it looked like— down at his feet. Cat knew his answer before he'd even said anything.

Peter looked around the rooftop with approval, he was wearing his spidey suit, Matt was still Daredevil, and Parker and Cat were in civilian clothes. To see them all in the same place was a little weird.

"I'll see if I can bring you clothes from your apartment later in the week," Peter nodded at her outfit. "You don't wanna be wearing that, right? Spring's coming soon."

Cat looked down at the coat she'd gotten from Parker's universe, she liked it, but it was too heavy for the incoming weather. "If you can find a way to get my clothes without being seen, go for it."

"I have my ways," she could hear his smile under the mask.

She stepped forward and hugged him, it felt a little like the old times.

"Well..." Parker approached. "I guess this is it..."

Cat glanced at Peter and Matt unable to forget she'd dated them and now she'd also slept with Parker. Maybe being a flirt was a little inconvenient after all.

"I'll be fine," she sighed. "If you're sure you want to continue with your experiments... use that thing wisely. Don't do it if you're only doing it for... you know, what you said before. And... have a good life."

Parker let out a scoff that sounded a little like a laugh. "Heartfelt."

Cat was upset about having to leave him in such a rush after the night they'd spent together, but there was no point in lamenting. Duty was duty and she had a mission. She would forget all about him and his world soon.

"I'll see you when I see you."

"Yeah, you will," he muttered, looking at Matt and Peter over her shoulder. "Coming, Webs?"

"In a minute," Peter stepped toward her. "Can we talk in private for a sec?"

Cat nodded. "Care to leave us alone, guys?"

"Sure. I have rounds to make, so I might not come back while you're still up," Matt informed her, "See you, Spider-man."

"Bye, DD," Peter waved at him briefly.

"See you, Luci."

Matt jumped to the next rooftop, Parker rolled his eyes and murmured something that sounded a lot like "show off" before walking to the emergency stairs.

"What's the plan?" Her friend asked quietly once they were left alone. "Should I look for a way to contact Harley?"

"No," she said. "Someone could be listening to his calls. I'm not big on plans, Pete, you know that... I need to get a new suit, but I can't go to L.A. to get it. I'll call Shuri, though she might not want to make a new one if I lost the first..."

Peter noticed the fear in her eyes, he placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. "You got this, C. I'm not leaving you alone."

"I'm so tired of running in circles," she looked up to avoid crying. "All my actions always drag me right back into a cage. I don't think freedom wants me."

Peter hugged her again, it was funny how their heights had fluctuated throughout the years. The last time they'd stood on a rooftop like this, he could barely reach her shoulder, and now he was an inch taller than her. She was a little annoyed that this was all she could think about whenever she was around him, their past together and all that had been. She wondered if he had the same issue.

"This is not your fault."

"But it is."

"You didn't know Russo would hire Kraven and that he knew all of your identities."

"I should've known. I was careless. Dmitri knew I was agent Zero, I should've known Kraven knew as well— and I just—"

"Cat," he stepped away, frowning. "You need therapy."

In spite of her situation, Cat laughed. "Look who's talking!"

"I'd be going if I could afford it!" He argued playfully. "I should go, Parker's waiting for me... which reminds me," he poked her side. "Were you left alone with him this whole time?"

"He kidnapped me." Peter was silent but Cat punched his shoulder. "Don't. You. Dare! Leave now!"

"Alright, alright!" He moved away laughing. "But hey, what is that favor you don't want me to do for him?"

Cat looked away in discomfort. "He wants to build a multiversal gizmo. To travel from one world to another. You can't do that."

"Why not? That sounds amazing!"

"Pete," she gave him a look. "The last time we tinkered with that kind of stuff, we lost half of all living creatures. I can't go through that again, and I know you don't want to experience that firsthand."

"But if only the three of us know about this..."

"More people will find out. I don't know how, but I'm sure they're already sensing something's going on. Whoever they are, there's someone looking."

Peter shook his head. "You're paranoid. That can't be helped, you're traumatized and with a permanent feeling of persecution."

"And you used to be nicer," she scowled. "Just... if you help him at least make sure he understands it doesn't mean what he thinks it'll mean."

Her friend paused. "What d'you mean?"

She blushed. "It won't change the decisions everyone already made about their lives."

Peter clicked his tongue. "I have no idea what you're saying, but I'm positive you two saw each other naked."

"Oh, like it's really that much of a surprise," she pushed him away lightly. "C'mon, the faster you get Parker out of this world the better I will sleep at night."

When Matt came back he changed into a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt, Cat borrowed one of his sweatshirts, and she'd also taken a shower before settling on the couch.

"You're not sleeping there," Matthew said, pulling the blanket off her body.

She hissed. "I'm not using your bed again! It's weird!"

"That couch is noisy, you'll keep me up the whole night."

"Which is exactly what I'm trying to stop from happening if we sleep in the same bed."

He laughed. "You think too highly of yourself. What makes you think I'll sleep with you just like that?"

"Let me be clear," she sat up giving him a harsh look. "You took me in unwillingly, you don't trust me— I don't think you want me, but you have self-destructing tendencies and right now I'm your weapon of choice."

He smiled, but it wasn't a happy one. "You're unbelievable, you know that? Can you go one night without insulting the person that's trying to help you?"

"I..." she remembered her argument with Parker. "I'm sorry."

Her apology sounded real. It astonished him.

"What is going on with you, Cat?"

"What's your plan?"

She shrugged, tired of hearing the same question over and over. "I try again?"

"Try what?"

Cat stared at her claws, ever since she'd taken off the collar she'd had a need to have her singularities on display (purple cat eyes, silver hair, claws...) so she could look at them and be reassured no one was controlling her.

"I killed Kraven's brother. I said I was forced, but I kept on killing, and Kraven found me because of my bad habit. Now I'll kill again, but at least I'll try to make this the last one."

"You don't have to kill, Cat," Matt said calmly.

"I won't do it because I have to," she said quietly. "I want to be the last thing he sees. I want to see the fear in his eyes." She got up from the couch. "But I'll wait to get a new suit, and I'll wait until they think they're safe," Cat's fist tightened. "Just like Kraven taught me."

"Then you'll be playing his game," Matthew warned her.

"This is me fighting it," she turned around, tears starting to blur her eyesight. "If I were playing his game, I would've killed myself before he could catch me."

"You tried, didn't you?" He questioned bluntly.

"Yes," she let out a breathy laugh. "Spider-man saved me. You know, they said I'd be the best Avenger of all times, turns out I'm just a practice dummy for the real heroes."

Matthew didn't dismiss her comment, he stayed quiet for a moment, thinking of all the things she'd told him, and feeling he was missing something, not that she was hiding it, he felt like he'd forgotten it.

"I thought you and Spider-man weren't friends," he said at last, having a vague feeling that it was somehow relevant to the story. "Why is he trying so hard to help you?"

"Why are you helping me?" She shrugged. "He's a good guy. I helped him a lot back in the day too, but we don't really... I don't talk about it."

Cat remembered they'd had this talk before, her story with Spider-Man. But he didn't remember any of it. She'd always felt something was missing in her relationship with Matt, that at some point they'd missed the one thing that had helped them connect.

Now she understood it hadn't been her lack of effort, they'd both forgotten the best of her, the one part that had dreams, and fun stories from school, the Cat that had been the most human.

"He was the first person that treated me like a normal girl... he saw something else there."

"Something else?"

She avoided his gaze, slightly embarrassed. "He believed there was good in me. I want to believe it's still there."

He was irritated by her response. "Cat, I tried to see it too, but you lied to me—"

"I know," she interrupted him, voice cracking at the end. "I know it was my fault. I hate all the things I've done out of fear, and I wanna fix them but most of them can't be fixed," she shook her head in frustration. "I'm not a good person, but I'm trying, Matt. I swear I'm trying. I'm sorry."

"I don't want your apologies," he stopped in front of her and pushed the blanket into her arms. "I didn't want to hear them last year, and I still don't want them now."

"What do you want, then?" She asked through gritted teeth, standing still as he walked past her.

"I want nothing from you because I don't trust you," he snapped. "Try and keep your word this time around, and then I'll tell you if I want anything."

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congrats on 4.5K !!!! i would like to request list 2, number 10 with robin <333

THANK YOU BABY, changing this to "she's just annoying" instead of he's because im on a fluff roll, i was gonna make it angst then i said NO BITCH ROBIN NEEDS TO BE HAPPY <3

10: “Why do you guys hate each other so much?” “He’s just annoying” “She’s too damn pretty… I mean, boring”

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Robin Buckley prided herself on being a pacifist, she didn't enjoy conflict-granted she could hold her own if need be. However she liked to avoid it, opting to either talk things out or just walk away while stating a sarcastic comment.

But then she'd met Y/n Y/l/n-the prettiest girl she'd ever seen-the worst part about it was that Y/n immediately fell into the popular crowd, it made sense, she was a bombshell and she was likeable-almost too likeable. Robin saw right through her facade, all of her fake smiles and laughs-they bothered the blonde. So when the two had been paired together for their art history project-which lasted over the next few months-she was irritated.

Y/n tried being nice to the girl, she tried her usual fake smile, she tried offering to give her rides home and to her job once they'd finished up in the library, she tried offering to do the bulk of the work-but she just didn't get why the pretty girl from band acted as if she hated her. When she confronted Robin about it, all the blonde had to say was 'we're not friends, so it shouldn't matter if I like you'. That's all it took for her nice facade to immediately drop-unleashing Y/n's inner bitch.

She was beyond petty, starting arguments with Robin anytime they had to work together, opting to do exactly half of the work, even if that meant stopping right in the middle of an important part-meaning that Robin had to pause her work to go back and read through Y/n's source material just to finish the ending of a singular paragraph. She started showing up a few minutes late to their meetings, never more than six minutes-but she knew Robin couldn't stand it when she was late.

But honestly Y/n enjoyed seeing Robin irritated, the blonde was so pretty, she was funny, she was a great musician, she was incredibly smart-speaking four languages and opting to learn Russian, and when she'd get even the slightest bit pissed off she'd blush a rosy red-her freckles popping slightly as she avoided Y/n's stare. Something else she found cute-the way Robin refused to hold eye contact for more than fifteen seconds.

If only the dirty blonde knew that the real reason Y/n annoyed her was because she'd hurt her feelings. Y/n was almost positive that Robin liked girls the same way that she liked girls, she was trying to get the courage to ask her on a date until Robin had to go ahead and ruin that-leaving Y/n's feelings unrequited and letting out her bitchier side. It was so obvious to Y/n that Robin was gay-from the way she dressed to the way she walked and talked-maybe that was because Y/n was gay that she could tell, but regardless she'd still harbored a crush on her.

Today Robin missed their project session, so Y/n opted to show up to her job, walking through the front glass doors and earning a once over from Steve Harrington-she only knew who he was because he'd been a raging douchebag prior to his heartbreak with some girl last year. She rolled her eyes, stalking up to the counter. "Where's Buckley?"

He raised a brow "and you are?" she rolled her eyes again "Y/n. Y'know the girl she has to do a project with, I'd really prefer if the princess would actually show up instead of ditching me-or y'know let me know she couldn't make it" he slowly nodded-glancing over his shoulder for a second-then down at the ground-which only made y/n's brows knit together.

"Yeah uh-she's not here. Dunno-have you tried her house?" she blinked a few times "I don't even know where she lives Harrington. and I know for a fact she works on Tuesdays-considering she never lets me give her a ride here-insisting on being a stubborn bitch"

They both heard the scoff, which led to Y/n smirking as she leaned over the counter-glancing down-spotting Robin who was clearly hiding. "You're shitting me right Buckley? hiding? what the hell am I-your childhood bully?" she scoffed again as she stood up. "No you're just the bitch I have to do a project with"

Y/n smiled at that, her eyes raking over Robin's figure-and in the moment Steve knew the exact issue at hand-he knew the look she gave Robin-he'd given several girls that look in the past. “Why do you guys hate each other so much?” Y/n shrugged "She's just annoying, and for some reason the most insufferably stubborn person I've ever met who's had something against me for who knows how long" he slowly nodded while glancing at Robin.

The blonde mumbled “She’s too damn pretty… I mean, boring-she's boring and such a high school Queen B stereotype" Y/n smirked, raising her brows "so you think I'm pretty? Is that why you can never look me in the eye for too long? And why you opt to shove me away when I've literally done jack shit to you" Robin scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Just cause you're pretty doesn't mean everyone's gonna fall for your nice girl facade" Y/n blinked a few times "Just because I know how to play the hand I was dealt-doesn't mean I'm some fake bitch plotting on your downfall Buckley-I just wanted to be your friend. Is that hard enough to believe!" Robin rolled her eyes

"Girls like you and girls like me aren't friends, I'm pretty sure your 'friends' used to bully mine" Y/n clenched her jaw, glancing over at Steve "coming from the one who's besties with this ex-douchebag? No offense Harrington, heard your character developments been great" he slowly nodded his head "yeah-y'know Y/n I've never really heard anything bad about you" she slowly nodded her head "that's cause I'm not a bitch, I might force a few smiles to make everyone happy, but I've never been a bitch-and prior to contrary belief I'm not friends with any bullies, if anything I'd say I'm a cunt to most of them." with that she glanced back at Robin who was now shaking her head-rolling her eyes.

"God you're so annoying!" she nodded her head "yeah, I've gathered you think I'm annoying Buckley-something about being too damn pretty? and boring? like a high school queen b stereotype?"

Steve watched the entire interaction roll out, eyes glancing back and forth between the two, and he was so lost as to how neither of them noticed the evident tension there, so he decided to butt in "can you two just kiss and make up now" Robin's eyes widened-glancing at Steve-her jaw dropping before she looked back at Y/n. "He didn't mean anything by that-i uh-he uh-" Y/n slowly nodded her head.

Then she leaned over the counter again, grasping Robin's green uniform vest before pulling her forward and pressing her glossy lips against Robin's. Robin thought she was gonna faint on the spot-she never got the girl, to the point that she pushed the girls she was into away-and now here she was, getting kissed by the prettiest girl at Hawkins High.

Then Y/n, let her go, pulling back "so I'll see you tomorrow at three? in our usual spot? Then I'll take you on a date to Enzo's-and I'm paying kay." She wasn't asking Robin-she was telling her, which led to the blonde just nodding her head-a look of shock still on her face.

Y/n reached over, her fingers gently grazing Robin's chin-slightly pushing it upwards-closing her mouth. "And for the record Buckley-I've had a thing for you for a while-you just talk too much"

[nymphbnny]

jealousy, jealousy

MINORS DNI // 18+

genre: nsfw

pairings: nanami kento x female reader

word count: 2.5k

tags/warnings: dilf nanami, breeding kink, cockwarming, choking kink, oral receiving (male), unprotected sex, lots of teasing.

synopsis: you’ve been married to nanami for six years and have been gifted with two beautiful children. you were living the perfect life with the perfect husband and you couldn’t ask for more. however, after missing a great event that was more than important for nanami, you find yourself getting the silent treatment for a week, well that, after you decide to make it up to him.

I was done setting the table by the time the kids were done playing together in their room. I removed my apron and tossed it over on the granite counter, my hands clapping together. “Dinner is ready!” I yelled, an instant sound of rushing footsteps grew on the staircase. I chuckled to myself as I watched my grown babies sit in their seats and wait for their father to come home.

Speaking of which…

“Daddy!” Amara pushed her chair away from the kitchen table and ran up to the door that was just unlocked by Nanami. He was holding his suitcase in hand, hair’s a mess. He looks like he had a tough day as he tiredly removed his glasses and sat them next to his car keys. “Hey, my little girl.” He smiled down at her and lifted her up against his side, placing a sweet kiss on her head. She gushed hugging his neck, her face buried in his shoulder.

“Father father!” Yuji ran up to him, jumping on his other side, Kento not finding any difficulty to hold him up. “How’s my little champion?” He kissed his head and walked to the kitchen. I felt a knot form in my stomach when he greeted me with a cold expression on his face. He gently put down our kids who each went back to sit in their chairs, their food already on their plate. He walked past me, a small ‘hi’ leaving his lips. I bit the inside of my cheeks, my hand pushing the chair back before taking a seat.

“Daddy, aren’t you going to kiss mommy?” Amara pointed out with a pouty face, her fork in her hand. Kento gave her a small chuckle and bent down to leave a dry kiss on my temple. He took the seat that was across me next to our daughter and dipped in his food. “I helped mommy cut the vegetables.” She waved her food, showing him the nicely cut carrot. He ruffled his hand in her hair and kept eating.

Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. I was struggling to find a topic to abroad because I knew that he’d ignore me. Hell, he’s been sleeping on his side of the bed with his back turned to me. Every time I would try to cuddle up against him or touch him, he’d swat my hand away or ask me to leave him alone. The irony in all of this is that I apologized, several fucking times. I know it was my fault but shit happens and honestly, he’s just being petty.

He’s acting as if I didn’t hear him jerk off in our bedroom two days ago, trying to hold his moans and whimpers. He’s so petty that he chose to fist his cock instead of fucking me.

“Mommy, will you pick me up from school tomorrow?” Yuji asked, his mouth full. I ran my hand up to his hair and chuckled. “Of course honey, and stop eating with your mouth full.”

“Let’s hope you don’t forget about that either.” Kento scoffed, stuffing his mouth. “Oh excuse me were you talking to me?” I sarcastically stated with a fake smile. He glanced at me with half-lidded eyes then looked back down at his dish. “I asked you a question you-“

“Not in front of the kids.” he cut me off, wiping his mouth with a tissue. Yuji looked up at me with a worried expression but I immediately pinched his chubby cheek making him giggle. When dinner was finally over, each one of us placed his empty plate in the sink and Kento went to put the kids to bed tonight.

*in the kids’ bedroom*

“Come on my sweet angel, time to sleep.” he reached over to turn off the tiny lamp that was sitting on his daughter’s nightstand, but she grabbed his arm making him look at her. “Are you mad at mommy?” He frowned caressing her cheek before he glimpsed at his son’s bed to notice Yuji eavesdropping into the conversation. “No baby.” he smiled poking her nose. “But she was talking on the phone with auntie Nobara last night and started crying because you weren’t talking to her.” Amara’s eyes got teary and her lips formed into a pout.

“Misunderstandings happen. I still love your mommy very much. She’s my sunshine. You got nothing to worry about.” she smiled as Yuji clapped his hands together, Kento smiling at them before kissing them good night.

*in the bedroom*

I combed my hair in front of my vanity, the sound of the door opening making me scoff. I glimpsed at his reflection in the mirror, his hands going up to unbutton his blue dress shirt before taking it off completely and throwing it on the couch. He sighed unbuckling his belt then unzipped his pants. I applied my moisturizer to my face, gently massaging my muscles. His pants were now off, his phone in hand as he stood half-naked behind me. I pushed myself off my chair, tightening my robe around me. I was wearing my white lace underwear and tank top hoping I’d get Kento’s attention. I gently removed my robe off my body and walked past him, my shoulder bumping into him. As soon as I reached our bathroom, I could still feel him stare at my ass so I purposely knocked off my toothbrush and bent over to grab it, my ass up and my clothed cunt exposed.

I could swear I heard him groan but I brushed it off and picked it back up, placing it back upon the sink. I played with the elastic of my underwear, pulling it up, the fabric squeezing my pussy and making it more visible. As I was about to throw my leg over the mattress, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him, my back colliding with the wall. I decided to give him a taste of his medicine and scrunched up my face, my hands pushing his shoulders to get him off me. “You know that I’m stronger.” he teased, his eyes still full of anger.

“Oh so now you want to talk to me? Well too bad because I don’t.” I threw him a fake smile and tilted my head. He gripped my jaw in his hand and forced me to look at him. “You have no room to be pissed. You know how much this event meant to me, how much I worked my ass off to represent it and you still fucking missed it. And for what.” he clenched his jaw. “For a stupid birthday party of that coworker of yours who can’t keep his eyes off of you. You do realize he wants to get in your pants right? But no,” he taunted with a dry chuckle. “You don’t mind him flirting with you or at least you don’t seem to set any boundaries at all.” he sternly scowled.

Damn. He was pissed.

“I said I was sorry. What else do you want me to do? Tell me. I forgot I’m sorry and it’s not like I care or even give a shit about that dude. You’re my husband and the father of my children and the only man I want to feel inside me.” his eyes were slowly turning into lusty ones. “It won’t happen again,” I softly added, my hand cupping his cheek.

He sighed and looked down, his hands resting on each side of my head. “I don’t know if I can forgive you.” I cocked my eyebrow. “You know what,” I moved my hands to push at his chest. “Let me go.”

“I can’t. You belong to me.” He cupped my cheeks and kissed my lips. I tried to hold back but failed miserably as I kissed him back my fingers running through his blond hair. “I missed you,” he kissed my neck. “I missed holding you,” he kissed my collarbone and toyed with the hem of my tank top. “I missed feeling you,” his finger traveled down my thigh to dip into my clothes cunt. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. I slapped myself internally for making it so easy on him.

“And yet, you chose to be petty and jerk off instead of fucking me.” I scoffed swatting his finger away from me. He cocked his eyebrow before wrapping his hands around my wrists and pushing me onto the bed. “And who’s fault is that?” he scowled crawling over me. I scoffed and pointed at him, my finger gently poking his chest. “Okay then., have it your way.” He removed himself from me and lied down before taking his reading glasses and his book.

Really? Is he trying to guilt-trip me?

Babe, what do you mean guilt-tripping? You’re in the wrong. I mentally rolled my eyes and smirked once the idea popped into my head. I slid my hand down his inner thigh then threw my leg over his lap, slowly moving my body backward. He didn’t seem to mind as he kept reading, casually turning the page. We’ll see how long it takes you to crack.

I palmed my hand over his clothed cock, gently giving it a few rubs and squeeze. I smiled at myself once he started to get hard under my touch, taking it as my cue to pull the fabric down and stroke him with my hand. He slightly shifted, his eyes glancing over the book and I could tell he was resisting the urge to push himself down my throat.

I kept on pumping him, trying to earn any reaction from him. I spat on his tip and licked his slit, his thighs twitching. I sucked on his pink tip as my hand gently went down to squeeze his balls. I looked at him to see him hiding behind this stupid philosophical book. I took him further down, my hand pumping what I couldn’t fit. I could feel that he wanted to come but he wouldn’t get himself to groan like he usually did, or even lace his fingers in my hair to guide me.

‘Whatever’ I thought to myself as I removed this dick from my mouth. His hand reached out to grab my hair and pull me back down to take him down my throat, gagging noises filling the room as I tried to breathe. “I didn’t say you were done.” he scowled, moving my head up and down his shaft, casually making my nose hit his abdomen. He began moving his hips upwards, fucking himself into my mouth. His cock twitched inside my mouth, my cheeks hollowing to bring him closer to his orgasm. I was able to see how he threw his head back, a hand placed on his eyes as he panted and his toned chest moving up and down. He finished in my mouth, his cum dripping from the corners of my mouth along with my saliva as I swallowed the semen that went down my throat. I wiped my mouth with my thumb and pushed in the excess. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to speak up:

“So now you wanna give me attention? Could have just told me you wanted to get your dick sucked.” I rolled my eyes. He sat up, his hand gripping my throat. “Drop the attitude. You’re the one who started sucking me off. Did you really think that I just wanted to get my dick wet?” he gripped harder. I shook my head and he released me from his grip.

“Can you blame me? I fucking missed you. It was the only way you’d actually talk to me.” I scoffed going to removed myself from him, but he pulled me closer. “Then show me how much you missed me.” He lied back on his elbows and waiting for my next move.

I knew we would have to talk about it later, but we were both equally tensed and angry. The only way we’d actually let go of this anger is if we fuck it out. Then we discuss it.

I smirked squatting over his hips and pushed my panties aside guiding his tip to my entrance. My cunt was already throbbing from how rough he was being with me so I had no problem sinking unto his fat cock. My walls spasmed around him as I moaned, my hands gripping onto his legs for support, my legs spread open for him. His hands moved to caress my thighs before squeezing them.

I lifted my hips up before bringing them back down, doing my best to avoid harsh contact with his skin so I don’t wake the kids. “Shit…” I whined, my hips occasionally rolling as I bounced on him, his eyes never leaving mine. “Missed my cock?” he teased rising his hips up to fuck himself deeper in me. I nodded biting my lip to avoid making any loud obscene sounds. “Fuck, still tight as ever.” He reached over to grip my hips and guide me, my legs almost giving out from how good he was making me feel.

My eyes rolled to the back, his tip rubbing over my spongy spot repeatedly. He sat up and flipped up over, his body now pressed against mine. He lifted one leg up and wrapped it around his waist as he thrust himself in me, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss.

“Kento…” I moaned out, my nails digging in his back as he kept ramming himself in me. “So good…”

“Wanna give me another baby?” he breathed against my ear, his thrusts relentless. “Gonna breed you so well.” he groaned his hips hitting mine and at this point, I’d be surprised if we weren’t being loud. My walls tightened around him, choking him as I came around him. He muffled my moans with his mouth, my back arching off the bed making my clothed chest rub against him.

His hand went to squeeze my breast through my tank top and bit down my neck, his cock buried deep within me. His strokes turned sloppy and he groans louder. Kento emptied himself in me, his cum filling me. My arms wrapped around him as I enjoyed the feeling of having him close to me. We stayed still for a while, his limp dick still warming me as he embraced me in his arms.

“You know I love you, I just got jealous. You know married couples tend to lose interest in each other after having kids and having to take care of them,” he confessed, his head lying on my chest. I stroked his cheek, my palm running over his strong cheekbone. “I still love you, more than anything else. I can’t believe how lucky I got. You’re the best husband, and the best father.” he looked up at me with a smile on his face before leaning in to kiss me. “We need to shower and change the sheets, you drenched them,” he stated, my cheeks erupting in flames. He pulled out, a wince leaving my lips as I felt our cum leak down my thighs onto the bed. “Now we definitely need to.” I chuckled and grabbed onto his neck as he lifted me up in bridal to the bathroom.

[spells-and-liquid-luck]

Hate Is a Strong Word- Sirius Black x Fem!Gryiffindor Reader

Summary: She and Sirius have never gotten along. She loathed how easy things came for him. They always got into petty arguments together, but they soon realize that maybe it's because they have a feeling other than hate.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni. First time writing smut, so I'm sorry if it's bad

(I don't own the pictures. I got them from Pinterest)

Detention. It's not fun, nor is it something she had planned to get into. Sirius had said something really sarcastic during potions along with a lot of snide remarks about the lesson, and it made her angry. "Well, I already know all of this. Why do I have to sit and learn this stupid lesson." She really couldn't stand Sirius. He always had to say something that would make her upset with him. So, of course she had to say something back to him. "Can you just shut up? You may not have a need to learn, others do!" Sirius scoffed. They both ended up into an argument that was both disruptive and pointless. "Are you always this much of a teachers pet?" Her eyes held daggers as she looked at him. "I don't know Black, Are you always this much of anyone arrogant idiot?" Their spat was cut off by the professor who had given them both detention. They both had to stay locked in detention with eachtoher for an hour, and neither of them were anything but happy about it.

"You two will leave this room with your differences settled, and 'I will not disrupt class' will be written to me fifty times by hand and you will turn it in to me when detention is over." The professor left the room leaving the two of them alone with a quill and parchment. They sat at a distance away from eachother and were in complete silence for a few minutes until she spoke up. "If it wasn't for you running your stupid mouth, then I wouldn't be stuck in detention with you!" He looked at her as if she had gone crazy. "If I had kept my mouth shut?" He asked his tone growing louder. "Maybe you should learn to keep your mouth shut! He pointed a finger at you and continued "you're in here because of you. I didn't tell you to get into detention. Honestly, I would be here anyway. I'd most likely be enjoying it in silence without having to hear your childish complaints!" He said the last sentence in a way that she couldn't help but to suppress a laugh. He had noticed and smiled at her and said playfully.

"See, I can be funny sometimes. Maybe one day, if you stop hating my guts we could be friends." Her face turned into a somber expression. "I don't hate you as much as you think I do. Hate is a strong word." Her tone of voice growing more into the same playfulness as Sirius. "You are more along the lines of annoying." She smiled at him. His jaw dropped in a fake hurt expression. "Annoying? Me? Sirius Black annoying? I've never heard of anyone say such a thing." She let out a laugh but didn't see a reason to hold it back this time and he laughed with her. He got up from his desk and sat next to her. His eyes softened as he looked at her. His face turned into a solemn expression. "Y'know, I haven't always been like this. My family, is a bit..hard to deal with." She turned to look at him. "Hard to deal with? Aren't they all Slytherins?" She questioned. He nodded. "Yeah, and when I'm here with my friends. It's like being free. Away from all of them. I'm not anything like them, and I never want to be." He said earnestly. "Why are you telling me all of this?" He smiled. "It just feels like I should." She nodded.

"If we're being open with each other. I have a confession." Sirius grew curious and moved closer to her so she can have all of his attention. She took a breath and confessed. "I used to have a crush on you." His eyes widened in disbelief. "You? You had a crush on me?" He really couldn't wrap his head around the idea. He thought that she despised him. Especially since he was hiding the fact that he liked her too. She laughed and nodded. "During the sorting hat ceremony, when we both had gotten into Gryiffindor, and I had noticed you sitting next to James. I've liked you since then I really couldn't take my eyes off of you that whole year." "I can't believe I never noticed." He said softly. "Well, you don't really notice anyone, and if I'm being honest a lot of girls like you. They always talk about it in the dorms. They always say how handsome you are and how cool you look." He looked at you with an expression you had never seen Sirius Black have; a blush dusted his cheeks. He looked shy. Her eyes widened in surprise. "You really didn't know?" He shook his head. "I never really paid attention." She laughed. "That's all a lot of the girls talk about. They talk about how they want to go out with you. One girl even said she wanted to go on your motorcycle with you." She couldn't help her voice from sounding a bit jealous. Sirius didn't fail to notice this. He got closer to her. "Do you talk about it? Do you ever say that you want to date me? You want to ride on my motorcycle with me?" He whispered. She felt goosebumps slowly creep on her skin. "I'm over you Sirius. It won't work on me." She lied to herself. He smiled and looked into her eyes. His face a lot closer to her's than was normal for friends especially for enemies. His eyes trailed to her lips staring at then as if questioning himself whether he was going to go through with the thoughts he had. "If I'm being honest with you, I've been keeping my feelings for you a secret as well." He confessed as he caressed her cheek. She kissed him. The feeling of her lips on his was perfect. It was like it was meant to happen.

The kiss was innocent and they stayed there for a few seconds. "We really shouldn't be doing this in here, love." He said with reluctance as he broke from the kiss. She looked into his eyes and touched his cheek with a delicate hand. "Do you want to stop?" She whispered still in a trance from the sudden kiss. He pondered on it for a quick moment and kissed her with more passion and more hunger. His lips were soft and warm. He slid his tounge in between her parted lips. She felt as if she was ascending. Feeling him this close was something she had been longing for; something they both had been longing for. She had moved closer, straddling him. With his hands on her waist he began to kiss her jaw line, leaving a line of kisses down her neck. She let out breathy moans as he left pretty marks on her neck with his teeth. She began moving her hips to create friction between them. Sirius let out a groan and held her tightly to feel her closer. She felt this overwhelming need to have him.

"Sirius. Want you." She said in a whiny voice continuing to move her hips. Sirius' pants began to feel constricting due to what she had said. Her hands fiddling with the buttons of his white shirt. She wanted to feel him. She needed him. She kissed his chest. She slowly got off of him and kneeled down on the floor. Sirius knew exactly what this meant and his gray eyes shined with lust. She began to slowly undo his belt and unzip his pants. He helped her out and let himself spring free. She put her hand around his erect member in a semi-firm grip which made Sirius sigh in relief. She let go of him and lowered her mouth and licked his cock from thr bottom to his slit teasing him slowly looking into his gorgeous eyes. Sirius let out a hiss and he ran his fingers through her hair as a silent praise. She slowly wrapped her mouth around him, and wrapping a hand around the part where her mouth couldn't reach. She began bobbing her head slowly up and down his hard cock. Sirius leaned his head back with the pleasure he felt and groaned letting out praises. "Good girl, just like that." "You're taking me so well, puppy." Sirius breathed out with his hand still in her hair. She groaned around him hearing the praise he gave her. Sirius bucked his hips making her take him deeper as he felt the vibration of her around him. The sound of her deepthroating was music to his ears. He loved the way she wrapped her lips around him, and she loved that she was making him feel this good. "You look so cute for me. Fuck you're so hot." She began bobbing her head a little faster and sucking on him harder. His breathing was began to get heavier. He didn't want to cum yet, but she felt so good wrapped around him. He felt like he wasn't going to be able to tell her to stop, but he did. "I really want to make you feel really good, darling" His tone uneven and laced with desire. He pulled you up and had you straddle him again.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looked into her eyes with concern. She kissed him and whined out "Yes, I need you. Please." He nodded and moved his hand down under her skirt and between her thighs. Kissing her neck again. She felt a surge of pleasure course through her veins like electricity. He felt her wetness on his fingers slowly pushing them inside her with ease. She groaned out and buried her head in between his neck and shoulder. He slowly began to pump his fingers inside of her. She wanted him to move faster, but she couldn't think of the words. Her brain was already going fuzzy; all she could so was let out whimpers and move her hips silently begging him to move his fingers faster. "You want me to go faster?" She nodded her head with pleading eyes. "Use your words puppy. Good girls ask nicely." He said with a mocking tone. "S-Sirius, f-faster. Please." She said with a struggle her voice cracking. He leaned his lips to her ear and whispered. "You're such a good girl for me." He began to move his finger faster and deeper inside of her. Her face contorted in pleasure. A knot in her stomach began to build and he moved his fingers at a godly speed. She felt she was coming so close. Her walls gripping on his digits. He could see on her face that she was close. Just as she was about to let go; he removed his fingers from her. She let out a whine of annoyance.

"I want you to come undone when you're riding me, love. I promise you'll come soon." He reassured her while kissing her shoulder. He aligned himself with her and she sank down on him. They both let out a groan. Her walls hugging him. He wanted to fuck her senseless, but instead let her get adjusted to him before moving. He knew they weren't going to last long, so he wanted to preserve the feeling of having her around him. She wanted to move. She wanted to feel herself coming undone on him. "Can I..move. please. Need you." Her brain could barely come up with the correct words to form a sentence. All she wanted was to feel him. He smirked at her and said. "You can move darling." She moved slowly on his cock. He gripped her hips to control her movements. He pushed her up and down at whatever pace he saw fit. It was driving her wild. He was moving her in a way that she would feel pleasure, but it wasn't enough to hard her come undone around him. She wanted more. She wanted Sirius to pound himself into her

"Please Sirius." She begged. He stopped her movements. "Please what puppy?" She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please fuck me. Want you...fuck me dumb." He guided her off of him. "Lean against the desk here for me, love." He said with his tone back to sounding like it was drenched in honey. She did as she was told and was met with his words that left her dripping. "You're such a good girl. You look so pretty for me, all ready for me to fuck you like the dumb little slut you are." She let out whines and begs. He hiked her skirt up revealing her bare ass. She was met with a hash slap right on it. She yelped, but the pain turned quickly into pleasure. He got himself ready behind her and pushed himself into her. He was ruthless. Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head. His hair that usually fell around his face beautifully was now in his face hiding his eyes. He was enjoying it just as much as she was. He could feel her gripping at him. Her walls clenching hard around him. She could feel the buildup again in the pit of her stomach. They were both so close. His pace was fast and getting sloppy. He let put grunts and she let out moans almost sounding like muffled screams. She could barely hold on any longer. He gripped her hips to hold her in place as he fucked her ruthlessly. "S-Sirius. Gonna cum. Please." She let let the only words she could form. He was so close too. "Go on pretty girl, cum for me." That's all it took for her to come crashing around him. He came right after with a muffled curse words and grunts. He pulled out of her and held her close. "You're such a good girl." He kissed her forhead. He hugged her tired form, and she began to chuckle. He looked at her lovingly. "We did this in a classroom." Realization hit them and they both laughed.

[radiant-reid]

From the build a blurb! :)

🥥🦖

'I thought I told you to shut up'.

I like the idea of reader and Spencer being academic rivals and always trying to one-up each other on cases/facts/work/EVERYTHING. And then, for some reason, having to hide in a tiny closet and they're having a kinda heated (but petty) argument and ✨sexual tension✨ is high. Similar vibe to Nicholas and Mia in Princess Diaries 2, if you have seen it?

Also, congratulations on 5k!! You're amazing!! Thank you so much for everything!

thanks for celebrating 5k friends with us

🥥 enemies to lovers 🦖 forced proximity i thought i told you to shut up

"Can you stop doing that?" You asked after Spencer tapped his pen for the 9 millionth time.

Of course, you got the worst job of the case, having to sit in the supply closet with your least favorite person in the whole FBI. It was the unsub's fault for potentially being in the very police station you were working out of. It was also Hotch's fault for partnering you and Spencer up to look through the officers' files in the tiniest room in the place where they could accidentally find you and completely devolve.

More than anything, it was Spencer's fault for being so irritating that you needed to be at least 10 feet away from him to not want to punch him.

He had annoyed you from when you first joined the team when he insisted that he thought of something you profiled about the unsub first. It was supposed to be your moment to earn their respect, but instead, you had found yourself biting your tongue and acting like it was all his thinking.

From that moment on, all you two had done was argue over tiny problems. If he thought one thing, you had to add to the idea and claim it as yours. If you made a mistake, he had to loudly announce it to the team.

Spencer irritatingly looked at you from across the tiny desk, illuminated by only one tiny lightbulb. "It helps me think." He claimed, tapping louder to annoy you.

It had never helped him think before, and you rolled your eyes to display your annoyance. "Well, it's stopping me from thinking." You claimed.

"That isn't really a concern for me." He told you, not waiting for you to reply before he elaborated. "Because we don't need your brain when we have mine."

"Fine." You agreed, dropping the file you were reading through. "You can do it all, and I'll just sit here." Why do any word when he was offering to do it for you? Instead, you could stare at his pretty features as he poked his tongue out and worked. It was another reason you hated him, the intense pull he had on you.

Spencer took the files you were working through. "Well, it would be easier if you please shut up."

The idea didn't sound as appealing as annoying him did. "I'd really rather not."

"Do you really like the sound of your own voice that much?" He asked, eyes darting up from the file to meet yours. His pupils were wider than normal, and you weren't sure it was solely caused by the lack of light in the room.

"Yes, actually, I do." You answered the very much rhetorical question.

Spencer rolled his eyes at the answer he didn't want. "I thought I told you to shut up."

"Firstly, you said 'please,' and secondly, you're not in charge of me." It was, maybe, the most childish thing you could think to say, but as long as it annoyed him, it didn't matter.

"Sorry for being polite." He said sarcastically. You couldn't help glancing at his lips and wondering if they were always so pink. The most perfect shade of pink. "I didn't know it was such a bad quality."

It wasn't. He knew it wasn't. And he knew you knew that. And you also knew he was the kindest person anyone could find, just not to you.

His attention was so far off the files and he just looked right into your eyes for so long that you thought he was going to kiss you because he really looked like he was.

You could see every part of his face, every perfect inch, and god was he attractive. Maybe the prettiest person on earth. His breath was hot against your skin and you could feel his knee resting in between yours.

Face-to-face, almost like a staring match with so much chemical attraction you could feel it pulsing between you. Only inches apart and you couldn't help but glace between his lips and his eyes, and he was doing the same thing.

And then the phone rang.

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing | drabble i. | m

WARNINGS. jealous jk, jk's gf is hot and he's not the only one who thinks that, jimin and tae as instigators, i swear jimin and jk love each other, fucking in public spaces aka a car in a parking lot, jk luvs his gf, appearance of perpetrator jin!

NOTE. i missed this couple 🥺oc is living her hot girl summer life and jk does nawt know how to deal with it Lol. hope u enjoy loves!!!!

WORDS. 3k+

“I’m okay,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as he repeats his own personal mantra. “I’m good. I’m fine—I’m chill. Chillest person ever. I’m good—”

“He’s not okay,” Taehyung snickers.

Jungkook blocks the negativity out, purposefully and intentionally. Nothing could ruin his day—not on his watch, especially as the sun shines over bodies across the beach while the waves break into beautiful fragments that he’s yearning to dip his feet into.

Personal affirmations came first.

“I’m good, I’m fine, I’m okay,” he chants like a crazy person, definitely earning some form of side-eye from the people next to him but he can’t be bothered. Another person thinking that he was insane wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him—not when—

“You should open your eyes,” Jimin says, “How are you going to fight them if you don’t know thy enemy?”

Immediately, Jungkook’s peace is disturbed by the mouth of Park Jimin, who painfully reminds him of why he’s got into the entire personal mantra and affirmation thing. He used to think it was redundant, unnecessary. How could the universe return your wishes just as you’ve uttered them into the atmosphere? It didn’t seem logical to him.

But right now, that didn’t matter—not when he had bigger things to be worried about.

“Don’t disturb my peace,” Jungkook snaps.

“They did it first,” Jimin retorts, cocking his head towards the flock of people at a certain part of the beach, specifically towards where the water meets the shore.

Jungkook’s eye twitches. His peace is disrupted, his happiness is compromised and it’s all Park Jimin’s fault. He spent a good amount of time getting into his zone, reaffirming himself that he was in fact, fine, good—he was okay! But now, he feels all his resolve dissolve when he realises he can’t even see the main thing that was responsible for his dilemmas.

“You’d think a celebrity was on this beach,” Taehyung snorts.

“Not helping,” Jungkook says dryly.

“So isn’t your crazy person chanting,” Jimin points out, “but yet, here we are—listening to you reciting your own version of a biblical verse.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook grits for the umpteenth time, and no less is his assertions any more convincing than it was a moment ago. The flicker of his irises towards to crowd is enough to prove that fact. “I’m just enjoying my day at the beach with my friends and my girlfriend.”

“See, there are two false statements in that,” Taehyung tilts his head downwards, offering a smug smirk that Jungkook wishes he could shove into the sand beneath him. “You’re definitely not enjoying this because I can see the veins protruding out of your neck at how hard you’re clenching your jaw, and”—the older boy makes the effort to taunt Jungkook further by letting out a low whistle the moment the crowd seems to grow slightly bigger—“you’re partially right about the friend part. Your girlfriend though … where is she?”

I’m good. I’m okay. I’m cool—

“Oblivious, as usual,” Jimin sighs, plopping back onto the beach towel beneath him while shooting Jungkook a pointed stare. “It’d be sad if you only called her your girlfriend for six months when you’ve been in love with her for seven years.”

“Okay that’s it. I’m going there,” Jungkook declares, huffing as he pushes himself off the ground while Jimin makes an effort to grab at his ankle, halting the younger boy from causing any damage and potentially getting them banned from ever returning.

“Not with that temper you aren’t,” Jimin snaps, “Sit your ass down. God. Can’t you take a joke?”

“A joke?” Jungkook splutters, abhorred. “You literally just said she’s going to break up with me!”

“I said that it’d be sad if—”

“Same fucking difference,” he hisses, rubbing a hand across his face before he kicks Jimin’s petty grip off his ankle while levelling him with a menacing glare. Jungkook’s eyes slowly drift to the side where you finally enter his vision, still smiling like the soft and sweet person you were as you help Namjoon with whatever crab hunting mission he had.

See, Jungkook’s mature enough to know that you and Namjoon were good friends, great ones, even. The two of you were smart and clicked well, and if anything, Jungkook was more envious of the fact that the two of you shared such a wholesome and meaningful friendship than anything else.

The fact that Namjoon used to have feelings for you didn’t bother Jungkook anymore, not when he knew where your heart truly laid. He also trusted Namjoon with his entire life and his firstborns (not that he’d ever tell you that, and God—did he hope that day would eventually come when it came to you). But still, Jungkook was mature—he did some growing up, and he was proud of that.

But Jungkook’s human, a flawed, ever-learning and constantly improving human. A human who’s crazy in love with his pretty girlfriend that he’s longed for years—and a human who isn’t blind. A human who can’t ignore the fact that, apparently, he wasn’t the only person that was trying to keep himself in check at how stunning you were. Every day—and especially today, with how your dainty yellow bikini drapes over the curves of your body.

Jungkook nearly cries. Yellow was his favourite colour. You wore it for him.

Not for—

“Maybe you should head over,” Taehyung murmurs, snapping Jungkook out of his love-filled mind as his eyes clear, immediately catching what his friend was referring to.

Some dude. Talking to you. Smiling at you like you carried all the answers to all the world problems as you giggle a tune comparable to birds chirping. Maybe Jungkook was exaggerating but it always sounded like you were singing his favourite song even if you were just explaining economical concepts to him like a soothing e-book.

“God, why couldn’t she have been ugly,” Jungkook groans.

“You wouldn’t have dated her otherwise,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook gawks, affronted as he gives his two friends a scandalised expression as he places his hands over his chest to indicate the offence he took to that statement.

“I’m not superficial,” he huffs, “I fell in love with her because of her—”

“Personality, yada yada,” Jimin mocks him in a lower tune that has Jungkook glaring at him. “Yeah, okay. But don’t tell me that her being pretty doesn’t help you bust a nut every once in a while.”

Jungkook flushes.

“Well, yeah, but I’m her boyfriend—”

“Thank you for reminding me that you are in fact, still a boy,” Jimin rolls his eyes, “Men. Mansplaining everything, really.”

Jungkook’s jaw slackens as his eyes briefly land on Taehyung’s figure who doesn’t look too bothered with how the conversation turned out as he shrugs in response.

“How about you do the typical manly thing of being a jealous prick and go over there and stomp over all her fan club members,” Jimin says sarcastically, resting his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

There’s a brief rustle from where the sand meets the towel, and a relatively long period of silence while the only thing that permeates the air is the sound of waves with laughter coming from a family a distance away.

“He did exactly that, didn’t he.”

“You need to stop giving him ideas,” Taehyung sighs, plopping a grape into his mouth before occupying the space next to his friend. “Should we find another beach to frequent?”

“Really?” you laugh, “That’s so cool! I’m actually planning on landing an apprenticeship there over the summer.”

“Oh?” The man is leaning way too close to you for comfort, but you’re unfazed. Jungkook doesn’t even want to know where the hell Namjoon had gone, leaving you with this broad-shouldered, terrifyingly handsome man. “I could definitely put a good word in for you if you’d like.”

You beam, appreciative rather than brazen. But Jungkook thinks the man doesn’t know that.

“I don’t think I can accept that, Seokjin.”

And of course, you knew his name.

“Why not?” Seokjin smirks, and Jungkook knows that it’s definitely done him justice in other situations. “For a beautiful—”

“____,” he interjects, smoothly (or not quite) sliding next to you as his arms wrap around your waist before his glare rests on the man before him, who looks both shocked and unbothered at his appearance. “Who’s this?”

You jump slightly at Jungkook’s arrival but relax when you realise that it was just him and not some other beach weirdo.

“Jungkook, this is Seokjin! He actually attended our university—”

“Really,” he says dryly, “That’s nice.”

“Is this your …?” Seokjin looks Jungkook up and down before settling with a rather unimpressed look. “Do seniors usually bring their shadows out for playdates?”

Your eyes widen at his patronising tone, and before can even think to correct him with a tilted frown, Jungkook’s fingers dig into your waist, a precursor to his jaw that clenches while he engages in his own version of a staredown with the man before you.

“Boyfriend.”

Seokjin raises a brow.

“Me,” Jungkook blinks, unnerved and quite frankly, tired. He’s crossed this bridge enough times, and it’s always the same. Some older dude who thought that you were doing charity work by having Jungkook tag along with like some puny little brother. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Jungkook—” you start, softly reaching to grip his arm.

“Interesting,” Seokjin says offhandedly and Jungkook knows it’s anything but. “Well, my offer still stands.”

He’s directing it to you as you peer up at him with your notoriously innocent eyes. Jungkook hates that this douche is still unaffected by his blatant declaration of the fact that you were—taken.

“I—that’s fine, Seokjin,” you say softly, lips curling into a thankful smile before he nods.

The look he sends Jungkook is nothing short of unimpressed, and Jungkook’s thinking of clamming the dude into the sand and quite literally, bury the hatchet with him. Sure, he was handsome and broad, and undoubtedly ripped—but Jungkook trained to benchpress twice his weight so he could beat up assholes who tried to hit on his girlfriend.

Right before he leaves, Jungkook calls for his name—intentionally calling him Seokmin—noting the way his face drops into a scowl.

“You’re not her type.”

He scoffs.

“And you are?” he throws back, brows raised as a challenge.

“That’s why I get to hold her and you’re walking away.”

With that, Seokjin doesn’t bother responding to Jungkook, especially in the way that you gawk at your boyfriend’s blatant warning to the older man.

He titters off, and it’s effectively just you and Jungkook standing by the shore while you briefly see the way Namjoon stutters before deciding to return to where Jimin and Taehyung lays.

Jungkook’s still seething in his rage, clenching and unclenching his fists even though he got the last word. It wasn’t that he thought you’d elope with Seokjin and leave him—he trusted you wholeheartedly and vice versa. He knew you loved him and so did he.

It had more to do with the fact that Seokjin saw you, and eventually, him—and thought that Jungkook wasn’t fit to be your boyfriend. That he saw a gorgeous girl on the beach and expected her to be single, and if not—to be with a boyfriend that had his shit together and not … not Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” you say quietly, tugging at his elbow while you peer up at him with wide and apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry.”

It’s no good, the fact that you’re apologising. As if you were responsible for his insecurities when you’ve done nothing but shower him with love and support ever since the two of you started officially dating.

“Don’t apologise,” he says stiffly, though his heart isn’t angry—he can’t help the way his words get out. “It’s not your fault.”

“But—”

“If you apologise then you’re gonna piss me off, baby,” he says lightly, peering you down with a small smirk as your eyes widen.

“I—okay,” you say weakly, and before he knows it, you’re intertwining your fingers with his, eyes suddenly twinkling in a way he’s grown all too familiar with.

“You have the keys?” he murmurs softly.

You nod, blind and in love as you sigh.

“Take care of me?” you ask sweetly, and Jungkook forgets all about Seokjin when he has you right in front of him.

“O-Oh, fuck—Jungkook—ngh—”

Maybe Jungkook really was a crazy person, but he’d argue that you were equally as crazy to oblige to indulge in his lewd fantasies. He was crazy, for you and your cunt that was like nirvana, and it’s proven further when he fucks into you at a brutal pace, uncaring whether or not the car shakes with the exertion of the activities that were taking place in it.

It could be the fact that he had a decade worth of fantasies to play out, but he knows that he plays a huge part in opening your sexual nature and he couldn’t be happier about it, especially when you unabashedly throw your head onto your chest, whimpering with the dirty squelches of his thrusts that echo in the vehicle.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he growls, hand wrapping around the back of your neck to force your glassy eyes to look at him.

The look on your face is enough to get Jungkook even more riled up, your flushed cheeks and swollen lips while you nod your head manically, crazy—and his.

“Y-Yours,” you whimper, and just about then, Jungkook brings your hips down with his free hand and meets you with a sharp thrust that has your mouth dropping open and your face scrunched up in pleasure. “F-Fuck, J-Jungkook.”

“No one gets to fuck you like this,” he hisses, pressing a hot kiss to your neck as you whine, hips involuntarily swivelling to meet his fast pace. The car is shaking and it’s all too risky, Jungkook knows that—but his rationale is clouded with the antagonising face of Seokjin. “No one gets to see you like this. Only I do.”

“Y-Yes!” you sob, clutching onto him as he feels your pussy tighten viciously around him, the walls of your inner linings spasming as Jungkook hisses at the feeling. “Only you K-Kook. Only ever want you.”

Jungkook believes you, especially when you desperately hold onto him as he feels himself slowly reach the edge. He knows you are too, especially when your whines get higher in pitch, and your tugs against his shoulders get tighter. He knows because he’s learnt about your body as your boyfriend—and he’s the only person that will ever get to have you like this.

The thought, paired along with the risk of your situation only fuels his determination to get you off, his strong arms immediately wrapping around you to root you into place as he shoves his cock deeper into you.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he croons as you mewl in pleasure, breathless whines turning more desperate as your eyes flutter shut. “You wanna show me how much you want me?”

You nod manically, your pussy fluttering around his length as he grunts in exertion.

“G-Gonna—pleasedon’tstop—fuck, I-I’m cumming—!” you cry, tugging your face into the crook of his neck as Jungkook bites his lips in focus, all ready to accept your hot pleasure and his own.

“Come for me,” he encourages, lips hovering over your earlobe as you obey his orders, head thrown back as he watches your mouth drop wider and your eyes roll to the back of your head, pussy tightening around his length.

Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. On days where you don’t feel like you do, but he may be biased to say that he thinks you look absolutely stunning for him like this. When he knows that he’s the one responsible for your reddened cheeks, the way you so desperately cling onto him whenever you’d orgasm (the only person that would ever know this fact about you), and the way that you’re left breathless, satiated and with that hazed expression after his resolute efforts.

Jungkook cums shortly after, with those exact thoughts plaguing his mind. He was so whipped. He really only had to think of you and he would get hard, and having you right above him, soft and warm with your arms draped loosely over his form made his heart all mushy and soft despite the way his cock stands erect.

You mewl in oversensitivity although you don’t complain. You never do, whenever Jungkook cums after you. Even now, when Jungkook comes down from his high with pants of his own, his own mind-clearing while his cock softens in you—you remain patient. Patient like the ever-loving, wonderful girlfriend that you were—one that Jungkook wasn’t sure he deserved.

“Wow,” you giggle, forehead resting against his as you return from your own post-orgasmic bliss. “I can’t believe I let you fuck me in a parking lot.”

Jungkook flushes, reality sinking in when he realised that the two of you weren’t hidden from plain sight. While the idea of being caught was definitely arousing, Jungkook knew he wasn’t too keen on having anyone see you delirious, even if it was all for him. He was lucky enough that your bikini top remained on the entire time, but both your sweaty bodies were enough of a dead giveaway.

“I just,” Jungkook tries to explain, words slurring in embarrassment as you raise a brow at him. “You look really pretty today.”

You stare at his forlorn expression as if admitting that pained him. Jungkook feels slightly embarrassed at how he reacted, and if you notice this, you don’t point it out—yet.

“Wore this for you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to the mole under his lip. Jungkook’s heart soars at your admission even if he knew that. “You know it’s only for you, right?”

Your question is purposeful and Jungkook shamefully looks to his lap, and even then—you’re still connected. He slowly pulls out, wincing when his cum threatens to pool out of your pussy, but before he can pretend to clean you up, you’re putting your bikini bottoms back in place and clamping your hands over his cheeks so that he’d look at you.

“Jungkook,” you say sternly.

He sighs.

“Yes,” he groans, feeling a lot like a child who’s being berated. “I just—God. He was such a prick.”

“I know,” you say gently, fingers combing through his hair while he melts into your touch. “There are a lot of pricks out there, but you know that I only love you, right?”

Your confession is the same as the one you’ve made six months ago, and just last night before the two of you fell asleep—but it’s a confession that Jungkook never grows tired of.

“I know,” he mumbles as you giggle at him. “It’s just that … he really thought he had a chance with you, and when he saw me it was like—”

You frown, finger pressed against his lips to stop his rambling as he peers up at you with doe-eyes.

“None of that,” you chide lightly, “I don’t care what people think. The only person I care about is you, and no one will change that, okay?”

Jungkook feels himself relax into your touch, especially when you lean forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss that isn’t set to lead anywhere. He remembers. He remembers the times where you were unsure and all too worried of the words of others—and here you were, with him and with your gentle and loving soul, the embodiment of comfort as you tell him the words he’s always known but needs to be reminded of.

“I love you,” he says quietly as you grin widely at him, “Sorry for—you know.”

You roll your eyes, lifting your leg to get off his lap as you wince at the cum that threatens to escape your lips.

“I mean, it was kind of hot,” you shrug with a small smirk.

“God, I’ve created a monster,” Jungkook snorts, looking over at you when you shoot him a devious grin.

“You love it,” you throw back cheekily, leaning into his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you with a sigh.

He does. And he knows that he’s the only one that you’ll love back.

[odetojeons]

Will You Punish Me If I Don’t? — Jeon Wonwoo

request:  a lil drunk reader × possessive wonu angry sex pls

tags: fem and brat!reader, dom!wonwoo, edging, semi-public sex, angry sex, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), a tiiiiiny bit of light degradation and spit kink, unprotected sex (stay safe), wall sex (oh yes you read that right), a whole lot of dirty talk, JEON WONWOO IN A CROP TOP BYE, established jeon wonwoo x reader

a/n: this took me a whole fucking day to write it 💀 i think my soul left my body on the meantime and now i’m just a spirit,, but i love this so much, pls, possessive wonu is one of the biggest moods ever 🥵 also i’m sure i made a lot of stupid grammar mistakes that i didn’t realize even after proof reading it, so you’re just gonna,, pretend you don’t see those :)) i hope you enjoy, i made this with all my heart JDJSJDJS

word count:  6244

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You know very well you’re being annoying and petty today.

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You both have been on this damn party for a while and you tried to get Wonwoo to leave and fuck you for at least five times now. You tried dirty dancing on the dance floor; nope. You tried sitting on his lap when he was talking to his friends; nope. You even tried to make out with him; but it only had lasted for a few minutes.

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It had you even more horny and angry. And that is never a good combination when it comes to you.

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But can people really blame you when Wonwoo is looking that good? You have been making a great amount of effort not to stare too much at Wonwoo’s abs peeking from his black cropped shirt, the sharpness of his V-line more visible than it should be legally allowed — it’s bad for your poor heart after all. But you do a poor job of hiding how the whole outfit affects you, because Wonwoo was looking and he had this known glint swimming inside his eyes and it’s got you licking your lips. 

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But still, he didn’t do anything.

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Well, not until you used your last resort.

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Your mind threw back to the memory of Wonwoo’s big hand resting on your inner thigh earlier when you were sitting in his lap, the veins in the back of his palm tracing a dirty path up to his forearms. And there’s always a strength, even a possessiveness in the way he holds you, his other hand squeezing a little hard against your waist, grip tightening every time someone stares at you for a second too long. There’s something so raw in the way he acts, like it’s almost unconscious, and it turns you on without a doubt.

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No matter how you looked at other people and tried to rile him up, Wonwoo still remained in his stupid composed behavior, this little acts being the only proof of his jealousy. 

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But not tonight. Tonight you were going to make him snap, no matter what. You were gonna make him fuck you rough and fast and give you as many orgasms as you wanted.

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Oh, but you were so wrong. Things totally backfired at you.

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You started by going into the dance floor again, after a few shots of some liquid courage. Swaying your hips at the beat, you tried your best to throw sultry looks at where he was sitting — manspreading, your brain unfortunately added, because he looked so hot doing that — in one of the sofas, eyes set on you like you’re the only thing that he could ever look at.

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You smirked, pleased with his reaction, before proceeding with your plan. Hands reaching forward, you touched the shoulder of the first guy you saw in front of you. It doesn’t take long for him to turn around and smile. He seemed genuinely nice, so you felt a little bad for using him to make your boyfriend jealous, but when you looked at him the guilt disappeared in two seconds.

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His head was hung low, eyebrows frown and fists clenched in where he supported his arms on the sofa. You winked at him and clearly saw how he seemed to almost visibly snarl at your teasing, knowing very well what was your intent with all of that; Wonwoo looked at you like he was about to consume you whole in front of everyone just to prove who you belonged to — and you felt your legs tremble at the idea of that.

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It was a game to see who would give in first; you to your frustration and horniness or Wonwoo to his possessives and jealousy. You couldn’t stop staring at him, the both of you shooting daggers into each other, especially when you turned your back to the guy and swayed your hips obscenely for him. 

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But it was when he put his hand on your waist and glued his lips to your ear that things started taking a turn of events; in the next second, Wonwoo was standing right beside you. The air grew thicker quickly, and your breath was knocked out of you at the sight of your — very pissed off and very hot — boyfriend looking down at you. 

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“What do you think you’re doing?” Wonwoo’s voice had rang through your ears, loud enough to make you mewl softly even through all the music going on in the background.

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“Dancing?” you asked with fake innocence, batting your eyelashes at him. Wonwoo groaned, grabbing your wrist.

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“Um,” the guy from before started. “I think I should be going now?”

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He waited for an answer, but you and Wonwoo were too busy looking at each other intensively to even care, so he cleared his throat and left.

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“Let’s go,” he stated simply, pulling at you through the crowd so you both could go outside. You giggle a little when you trip on your foot, a bit tipsy with the shots you took.

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And that’s how you find yourself currently being guided until you were both right in front of his car. Your mouth opens, ready to make a clever comment that would surely rile him up and give in to what you want, before he turns around and gets all over your personal space, so suddenly that the words get stuck in your throat. The scent of his cedarwood cologne invades your lungs, sending your mind into a little haze.

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“What were you thinking, letting another man touch you?” Wonwoo says, voice rough and firm, lips pressed into a thin line like he was still holding something back.

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And you don’t want him to.

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“You took too long, and I have needs,” you retort, stepping up into his space too, not wanting to back down even when the sight of Wonwoo’s dark, dark eyes bleeding with lust made a very noticeable shiver run down your spine.

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“What kind of need would even make you want to rub yourself all over someone else that—” he stops himself, closing his mouth before groaning, annoyed. You smirk at him, knowing what he was going to say.

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All over someone else that isn’t me.

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“Hmm, let me see,” you giggle, face centimeters apart from his, your breaths mingling with each other. “A need to get fucked hard, for starters.”

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The intensity of his gaze growing exponentially dark wipes the smile off your face in seconds. You try not to gulp when he scoffs, taking one messy step back when he takes one further.

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“So that’s what this is about?” Wonwoo questions, tone suddenly mean and sarcastic, and there’s heat licking and pooling at your lower belly faster than you expected. His deep voice never fails to leave you trembling. “You’re so desperate to get railed that you couldn’t even wait to get home before throwing yourself at some random dude.”

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Your cheeks tint red in shame and arousal, realizing this wasn’t a question. It was an affirmation, like he knows exactly how horny you are, and you try to remain composed. You are not going to give up until he loses it.

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“Maybe,” you say, a single finger trailing through his torso distractingly, and you don’t even try to hide your hunger when you look at his abs peeking from behind his cropped. Wonwoo’s face hardens at that, and you smile internally in victory. “Why? Are you jealous, baby?”

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He laughs, throwing his head back, but it only serves to make you even more satisfied. That’s exactly the reaction you expected him to have.

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“You’re drunk,” Wonwoo answers instead, and you think it’s endearing how he denies so hard that he’s not possessive.

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“Nope,” you press your finger in his chest again, but he doesn’t even buge from the place. Fuck, that’s hot, you think, licking your lips and watching Wonwoo’s eyes zeroing in the action. “A little bit tipsy? Yes. But drunk? Not at all.”

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Suddenly, you back away, trying to ignore the way your body protests against the lack of warmth, the lack of Wonwoo.

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“So if you’re not jealous, then you wouldn’t mind me getting off with someone else, right?” you trail off, feeling proud of yourself when he looks at you like you just made something emerge from the ground with psychic powers.

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“What?” he asks, tone furious, and you jump a little in place with the intensity of it, but soon recovers with a pout.

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“I mean,” you start, acting like you’re not saying the biggest stupid thing you could ever think of saying, shrugging at him. Of course it was all a lie, there’s no way you’ll ever want someone else other than Wonwoo. “You’re always telling me to wait and wait and wait, so if you’re not that jealous, then maybe I should get someone else to fuck me when you can’t.”

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Wonwoo moves so fast your brain takes a time to understand what he just did; in a second you were standing with your glorious bratty attitude, the next you were pushed against the car, one hand squeezing your jaw tight in place and the other holding your wrists behind your back. His bigger and broader body pins yours against the door, and you have a hard time breathing now.

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Now that’s a way to sober up.

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“No,” he grits out, sounding more like a growl than an actual word. Your heart is hammering like crazy against your chest, and you gasp softly when he pushes your jaw backwards until the back of your head hits the car, neck exposed for him. “No one should be allowed to touch you like this. No one but me. No one.”

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Then Wonwoo bites the juncture of your neck and shoulder, so hard you think the mark is gonna be there for days. You moan at that, hips kicking and shocking with Wonwoo’s.

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“You know nobody could fuck you like I do,” he says, sounding smug but also dead serious, and this cocky side of his during such moments never fails to make you wet.

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You inhale, reuniting the fight there’s still in you. To be honest the only thing that makes you still retort back is the alcohol. It gives you a special ability of not being able to shut up.

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“I guess someone else will have to fuck me so I can believe you.”

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You watch his demeanor change instantly at that; shoulders tensing, jaw clenching and predatory eyes — Wonwoo kisses the breath out of you. He sucks at your body lip, licking at the seam of your mouth, and you gasp, mouth parting and his tongue slides against yours. There’s a hot flash rushing all over you as your body pulses with want; Wonwoo has always been a great kisser, capable of surrendering you putty in his hands.

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He kisses you again and again and again, as if someone might take you away. He kisses you like he wants to carve his identity in your soul. He kisses you so messy and hungry that your teeth actually clack and the sounds of your lips dragging roughly and tongues rubbing against each other fills the air around you.

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Wonwoo can probably taste the alcohol, if the way he moans is anything to go by.

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It is dirty, lewd and so fucking hot you feel the fight leaving your body momentarily along with your breath, lungs burning with the lack of oxygen. There are a few tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and you don’t even realize their presence, but then, and only then, Wonwoo pulls away. He bites at your lower lip one more time, a lewd string of saliva connecting your mouths for a short while before it breaks.

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“Seems like you suddenly forgot who’s name you scream when you’re getting railed,” Wonwoo tells you, voice poisonous and labored breath caressing the skin of your neck. “Should I remind you?”

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“Y-yes,” you moan out, enjoying the proposal, but it only serves to make Wonwoo scoff.

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“I think you need to learn how to respect me first,” he says instead, and there’s butterflies swarming together in your belly, chest still heaving for air.

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“Will you punish me if I don’t?” you retort, staring him right back in the eyes.

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Wonwoo growls.

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“You better shut the fuck up before I make you regret,” he says, and you feel a shiver rocking so bad on your body that your hips collide into Wonwoo’s, his half hard cock pressing against your stomach. The feeling makes you moan.

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“Why would I?” you ask, trembling voice giving away how much this all affects you. “I want this.”

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There’s a bit of silence before you continue.

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“Make me regret.”

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“Fuck,” Wonwoo groans, biting on your neck again, this time so far up that you won’t be able to hide it that easily. “So needy you can’t even think about anything else other than having a cock drilling into you.”

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Wonwoo kisses your moan away, sucks at your bottom lip until it’s swollen. Then, he puts three fingers in your mouth, like he’s telling you to shut up.

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Wonwoo turns his head to look down at your shuddering frame trapped between the side of the car and him. You don’t look up, too focused on sucking at his long fingers, but when Wonwoo starts to move his arm that was occupied by your mouth, you stir, and look up to meet his eyes.

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They’re dark, with a glint in them you could only recognize as devious and wicked and so so so mean. It’s the same glint he gets when he’s about to deal out a punishment, or tease you enough that you believe it’s a punishment. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand, and a bead of sweat drips from your eyebrow. You wonder what you’ve got yourself in for the night when you both get home.

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As if on cue, answering your arousal hazed thoughts, the hand that was slowly doing a dangerous path down your body settles itself on the front of your pants. It’s heavy on your clit, and you can feel Wonwoo digging his fingers into your entrance. You barely have the sense to react, and even if you could, you reminded yourself you weren’t home yet. Wonwoo now has his hand groping your pussy in public.

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Your face flushes a dark red at the realization, feeling humiliated and embarrassed under Wonwoo’s grip. If someone were to see, they’d get arrested for sure. Wonwoo’s hand has a strong grip on your clit, fingers quickly slipping past the thick fabric of your denim jeans and lace panties so he could press the pad of it against your naked and wet folds.

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You whine quietly, and now that the hold on your jaw has been set loose, you nestle your face further into the crook of Wonwoo’s neck. With a grip on Wonwoo’s jacket, you feel him angling his head so it rests against the top of your head.

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“Wait, f-fuck, someone might see us!” you whisper-yell at him, but Wonwoo only hums and steps in closer. Your chests are flush together and he towers over your frame easily enough to hide you between him and the car. “Wonwoo—”

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Your sentence gets interrupted by your own moan when he presses a finger inside of you. You quiver, legs trembling, and you let the realization that Wonwoo is about to finger you publicly sink into your stomach. You know that the streets are deserted and there’s not one single soul around there since it’s so late, but the thought of it still has you gasping.

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“Wait? But weren’t you the one complaining about me making you wait all the time?” Wonwoo bites back, tone mean and unforgiving when he fucks his finger inside of you. He sounds almost angry and it’s making you so damn horny. “Earlier you were looking at me with such a hunger. I bet you were thinking about me fucking you in front of everyone, weren’t you, baby?”

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You moan because yes, that was exactly what you were thinking. His hand lets go of your wrists when he adds another finger inside of you. It burns a little, you think, but enjoys the pain as your arms fly up to circle around his neck and pull him closer. Wonwoo goes easily, mouth finding yours and fingers fucking inside you in a way that has you squirming.

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He soon gives attention to your neck, kissing all over it before sucking a wet blotch against the skin right underneath your jaw. Wonwoo pulls away, looking at it for a while like it gives him some sort of feral satisfaction to see you bearing one of his marks.

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“Wonwoo, I’m n-not—” your words break off into a whine, struggling to form sentences. “Not— g-gonna be able to hide the, ah, hickey i-if you suck it that far up.”

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“Good,” Wonwoo says, and his mouth finds your neck. You scratch his scalp when he sucks again, this time harder, his arm coming to help you up when your legs give in. “Want everyone to know you’re mine. Only mine to fuck, to breed, to love, to cherish, to make you my little slut.”

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You throw your head, back arching off of the car and mouth opening to let a high pitched moan scape you. Wonwoo then adds another finger, the third one, and gyrates them so hard inside you you actually feel like you’re seeing stars, figuratively and realistically — the night sky above you is adorned with a few of them.

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“Acting like a brat and riling me up like that, this is what you wanted, isn’t that right, princess?” Wonwoo spits out, lips pressed into a thin line as if he’s getting more and more angry at his own words. “If I didn’t stop you right there, would you have continued dancing with that dude, huh? Would you maybe have made out with him?”

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You try to answer, maybe tease him back again, but you can’t even form a coercive sentence. The only thing you can do is hold onto Wonwoo like your life depends on it as he fucks you furiously with his fingers, and take whatever he’s willing to give it to you. 

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“Do you think he could finger you like this?” Wonwoo says poisonously, hand squeezing at your ass hard enough that you think it’s gonna leave the print of his fingers. “Think he would have a bigger cock than mine?”

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He ruts against you as if to prove his point, hard and so fucking big it has you breathless. You know how your boyfriend is well-endowed, know he could make you feel him for days after a good fuck and your mouth salivates. Wonwoo presses the pad of his fingers in your sweet spot, jamming against it without pulling out with quick movements, and you feel like you’re going insane.

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“Since you put a lot of effort into being a fucking brat today, I will give you what you want, sweetheart,” Wonwoo laughs a little, almost as if he’s mocking you, and your whole face burns in pleasurable humiliation. “I’m gonna be rough. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast against every surface of our house, gonna make you scream my name so everyone knows you belong to me, gonna use you, make you my little ragdoll and dump you full of my cum until you’re all heavy and swollen with it.”

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“Wonwoo— your f-fuck, fucking dirty mouth, ah—” you thrash in his grip, nestling your face further into his neck and he knew, he knew all along what was your intention with the way you were acting, and you hold tight on his hair, hearing him growl when you pull at it. “I’m gonna come. Gonna cum s-so fucking hard, fuck—”

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“I’ll make it hurt,” Wonwoo warns, his lips ghosting at the shell of your ear and hot breath tickling your sensitive skin, brings goosebumps all over it. “But I’ll make it feel good.”

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The pleasure builds quickly and you throw your head back with a loud moan, orgasm almost hitting you like a train.

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But then, everything stops. Wonwoo pulls away, fingers slipping out of you and he wipes them in his jeans. He then goes through his pocket and grabs the car keys, the familiar beep sound echoing through the empty streets when he clicks a button on the key chain, and it’s got you completely dumbfounded.

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“Come on, get in the car, baby,” Wonwoo states simply, like he didn’t just make the best orgasm of your life ebb away. Frustration sinks deep within your bones and you groan, turning to look at him like he just committed a war crime.

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“Why did you— why did you stop?” you question, heart almost jumping out of your chest and you feel like you’re going to actually die if you don’t get to come soon. “I was just there!”

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“Oh, sweetheart,” Wonwoo coos at you like he finds what you just said endearing. Face flushing dark red, you get completely embarrassed with how quick he makes you feel small. “You thought I was going to make you cum?”

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Wonwoo comes closer, holds your chin softly, a total contrast to what he says then.

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“Poor baby, I’m actually going to do the exact opposite.” he pecks your lips once. “Gonna edge you until you cry.”

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He goes around the car and opens the door for you.

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“Now get in, baby. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Wonwoo says, tone leaving no room for arguments, and you gulp before obeying.

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Wonwoo closes the door for you when you finish settling yourself inside, and goes to the driver’s seat. You watch him turn the car on as you put your seatbelt, whining when your cunt throbs in need. When he starts driving you try your best to move as quietly as you can, squirming a little until you can smooth your fingers through your clit. You gyrate them once, pleasure swarming all over your body, before Wonwoo’s voice wakes you up from your short haze.

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“No touching yourself,” he admonishes with a tsk and you groan, frustrated. He’s still looking at the road and you don’t even know how he managed to figure it out that you were touching yourself.

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Staring out of the window, your thighs rub together every time the car shakes a little. Your mind supplies unnecessary images of your boyfriend fucking you, and you curse a little. Even trying to imagine disgusting things wouldn’t delete Wonwoo’s words from earlier out of your head, and you’re getting more and more excited by the second.

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“Wonwon…” you sigh, almost a whisper, hips moving in the air and hands coming to grab at one of your breasts. You smirk, content when you hear him growl.

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“I said not to touch yourself,” Wonwoo’s knuckles turn white with how hard he grips the steering wheel. “Should I tie you up in our bed and leave you untouched or are you going to start obeying me?”

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“But you’re not doing anything,” you whine, wanting nothing else then to come.

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“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” Wonwoo says, voice low and dead serious.

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“I don’t think you know either.”

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The car comes to a complete stop right after you say that. You gulp, realizing Wonwoo has already parked in your private garage. He gets out of the car and goes to your side, opening the door, still in complete silence.

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“Turn this way,” he orders, voice one octave lower, and you gasp at the roughness of it. “Now.”

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You spring into action, take your seatbelt off, doing as you’re told, and as soon as you finish turning to him with your legs outside of the car, he gets on his knees.

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“W-Wonwoo,” it’s the only thing you manage to say as you watch him work with your pants after taking your shoes off. He ends up popping the button off but you don’t have it in you to complain, not when he’s looking like that. 

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Wonwoo finishes taking your jeans off, throwing somewhere in the garage, and then he grabs at both sides of the collar of your shirt. You frown, confused with the action, but then his hands are pulling, and he rips it in half.

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“Wonwoo,” you moan, beyond turned on as he does the same to your penties. Your clothes are torn apart but you can’t think of anything else other than fuck me fuck me fuck me. “I—”

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Wonwoo kisses you shut, lips dragging hard against yours, and you feel his hands at your thighs before he pulls at them enough so that you slip on your seat. He uses the grip to open your legs for him, not even giving you a break to understand what’s going on before sucking on your clit hard.

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Your back arches, hands scrambling to hold on something — one of them finds the steering wheel and the other finds the wadding of the seat, body thrashing everywhere before Wonwoo pins your hips down in place — knows better than to shove his face in your cunt as you originally wanted to do.

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He licks between your folds one, two, three times; the tip of his tongue prods inside your already loose entrance, and fuck if you didn’t moan, high pitched and greedy for more. Wonwoo inserts more of it until his nose is pressed against your clit, doing a sound in the back of his throat that sends just right. The wetness of his tongue feels so good pressing against your cores and kicking at your soft folds.

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“W-Wonwoo, fuck— f-feels so good—” Wonwoo thrusts his tongue inside you, and you feel like you’re seeing stars, especially when he presses just right. “Ah! Shit, your f-fucking tongue—”

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Wonwoo has to hold you down tighter, your body unable to stay put as you thrash around. You feel tempted to think how your neighbors could probably hear you, but your boyfriend is sucking the life out of you through your pussy and you can’t concentrate well enough to elaborate the thought.

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It’s when Wonwoo curls his tongue just right that has you thinking you would ascend to heaven soon. 

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“Fuck! I, ah— Wanna cum, Wonwon, I’m coming, please— let me cum this time,” you manage to get out, writhing and legs kicking everywhere. “Please!”

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But, of course Wonwoo, being the little shit he is, pulls away. Tears gather in your eyes as you groan out of frustration, and Wonwoo is just so mean.

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“Shit—” you cry out, watching his shit eating grin. You hate but love at the same time the way he’s absolutely enjoying seeing you so desperate for a release. “Y-you’re so mean.”

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“Are you gonna stop being a brat now?” Wonwoo raises a brow at you, licking his lips. You shiver, knowing that he’s tasting you by the pleased hum he makes after.

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“Fuck you,” you spit it out, too horny and angry to care.

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“Is that so?” he hums, looking at you as if you’re his prey, to which you’re starting to believe you actually are. “Maybe I should put a gag in this dirty little mouth of yours.”

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Wonwoo traces a thumb in your lower lip like he’s considering the thought.

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“But I think I’m just gonna fuck that attitude out of you.”

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You can’t even bring yourself to enjoy the comment before he pulls on your wrist so hard you get up from the seat, body colliding into his. Wonwoo’s mouth finds yours, the kiss messy and hungry and angry, to the point it makes your legs weak. Your hands scramble to take his shirt off right after you manage to throw his belt somewhere, and you stop for a moment to admire the hard planes of his abs.

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Wonwoo must be the hottest person alive. How can someone have such a handsome face and have a body that looks like it’s sculpted by the gods? He’s getting stronger with his gym practices and it's making you weak.

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“You might actually drool if you keep staring like that,” Wonwoo says, half joking and half serious, but you blush anyways.

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“Just—” you try, breath labored and chest heaving. “J-just rail me. Use me.”

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“Yeah? Want me to treat you like the slut you are?” his lewd question makes you tremble and nod your head. “Speak.”

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“Y-yes, please—” you beg, revolve slowly breaking in.

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“Of course you do,” he answers, voice a few octave lowers again, and he grabs a fistful of your hair. Wonwoo pulls at it until your head is thrown back, his face right above yours. “Open your mouth.”

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You’re quick to obey, mouth parting as he hovers over you, the only thing keeping you up is one of his arms around your waist.

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And oh god, you’re certainly not expecting when he fucking spits into your mouth, a hand coming to press against your jaw and make you close your lips, but you sure as hell want him to do it again.

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“Swallow.” Wonwoo orders, and you moan, doing as you’re told. He looks at you with a feral satisfaction, eyes dark and so full of hunger it stunts you into silence. It’s like there’s this lustful wish of him to break you in until you don’t belong to anyone else but him, and that’s so fucking hot.

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He kisses you for what feels like the hundredth time — not that you’re complaining, he could kiss you for one hundred more and you’d still beg for it. But this time there’s something different, something urgent, and he grasps the back of your thighs when he finishes taking his clothes off and fish something from the pocket of his pants, hefting you up in the air, your legs circling around his waist automatically.

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Wonwoo doesn’t break the messy kiss as he walks through the garage, opening the door that leads to the inside of the house. He doesn’t waste time before slamming you into it as soon as he closes it, your back hitting the wooden frame with a loud thud as the two of you make out like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

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There’s too much tongue and too much spit and too much teeth, but the dirtiness of it all is what makes it even more hot.

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“Want you,” you whine out, realizing that what Wonwoo took out of his pants earlier was a package of lube.

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He rips at the top and pours at his hands, reaching behind you to stroke his hard cock, groaning at the feeling as he lines up with your entrance. The wet head nudges your rim softly, but it slips through your folds. You look at Wonwoo only to realize he’s already staring at you, devious glint in his eyes.

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You’re about to tell him to hurry up when a moan is punched out of you, high pitched and needy, because Wonwoo fucked his cock inside you in one go, nearly knocking the breath right out of your lungs. Your nails scratch all over his back and he groans at the feeling, hips kicking into you.

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“You like that?” he questions, rhetorically of course, and grinds his hips until they are flushed against your ass. You gasp for air, feeling full to the brim, and the burn in your cunt is just so good. “Think I don’t know about your little plans to rile me up?”

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Wonwoo even has the audacity to laugh, jamming inside you with slow but deep thrusts.

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“How you get more handsy with your friends when I’m around,” he grits out, anger bleeding through his thoughts and thrusts like he just hates the idea of you touching more intimately other people. “And you look at me with those eyes. Like you’re begging me to claim you.”

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Holy fuck, Jeon Wonwoo is fucking you standing up and you’re not dreaming.

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Wonwoo is full on mercilessly ramming you now, sending you body into the door with every plunge of his cock, the sound of your back hitting the wood obscenely loud. It leaves you putty, can just take what he’s giving you, hands holding him for dear life.

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“Should’ve put you on your knees right in front of that guy,” Wonwoo continues, breath ragged from effort. “Make you choke on my cock so he knows who you belong to.”

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Wonwoo grabs your ass with his hands, palms sinking into the flash as he propels you back every time he fucks up. It makes the drag of his thickness press right through all the good spots.

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“Should’ve bent you over the bar counter and fucked you hard until you scream my fucking name,” he growls out, the veins on his neck and arms bulging. You tighten around him in answer to the sinful view. “Fuck, your pussy is so greedy. Always so tight—”

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Wonwoo angles his hips just right and hits against your sweet spot so suddenly that your climax — which was already at bay — escalates quickly to the point it sends your mind into a frenzy.

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And, for the third time, Wonwoo slows down, hips flush against your ass he can nudge his cockhead right above your sweet spot, missing it on purpose. Your eyes prickle with tears, and it doesn’t take long for them to run down your face; the first one goes reluctantly, but after that they start cascading down your cheeks uncontrollably.

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“So beautiful,” Wonwoo groans at the sight of you crying for him, pecking one of your tears strained cheek. “I’ve broken you in, haven’t I?”

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“P-please, Wonwon— Please, please, please let me c-come,” you sob, all the want to be a brat gone from your body. The overwhelming need grows so exponentially big inside of you you feel like you’re going to explode if you don’t orgasm.  “W-wanna cum on your cock, please, ah—”

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Wonwoo is moaning, louder than he has all day, and the satisfaction of seeing you give up on your fight and beg for him makes his hips pick up a brutal pace. You gasp, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and biting at the untouched skin.

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“So pretty when you beg,” he compliments, and you actually find surprising your ability to blush even when you’re being dicked down this good. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

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“Y-yes— Ah! Hmmm, shit—” you mumble, struggling to get words out. It’s difficult to keep your voice steady enough to say anything with the way you’re bouncing like a ragdoll on Wonwoo’s hold. “Love this— L-love you, ruin me, Wonwoo, Wonwon—”

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Wonwoo pulls your head backward with a fistful of your hair, baring your neck so that he could attack it with bites and hickeys all over. You’re sure that, by the end of this night, you’re going to be looking like some type of sexual Christmas tree, but the thought of baring your boyfriend’s marks after sex only turns you on. And he seems pretty intent on that, wanting to claim you in all ways possible.

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“Say it,” Wonwoo commands, but you don’t understand, can’t understand with your mind being in such a pleasurable haze. He fucks up right in the time he pulls you back down by your waist, downright impaling you on his cock. “Say you’re mine.”

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“Y-yours,” you answer, fingers intertwining through Wonwoo’s dark strands of hair. “I’m yours.”

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“Again,” Wonwoo growls out, basking in your pleads and moans and screams of pleasure.

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“Yours,” you repeat, and he bites on your lower lip. You have enough of a mind presence to admire his bulging biceps contorting with your weight, and his huge test firm and sweaty from the effort.

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“Again,” his possessive side gets the best of him, admiring all the marks he has left in your neck. “Say it again.”

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“Yours, ah!” a moan breaks at the end of the word, Wonwoo’s thrusts getting rougher, faster and there’s heat pooling down on your lower stomach. “I’m y-yours, all yours, only yours.”

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“Yes, mine,” Wonwoo agrees, holding your smaller frame tightly against his. “Mine,” he echoes again, muscles trembling from fucking you standing up.

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Wonwoo kisses you, the best he can with the harsh movement of your body going up and down on his cock.

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“I love you so much,” he tells you, voice soft and rough at the same time. “I have always been only yours.”

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“I’m gonna come, I’m g-going to— going to come,” you state after his words, the pull on your lower stomach growing impossibly higher, and it’s almost unbearable. “Please, fuck, please l-let— cum— let m-me cum! I have been g-good, please, Wonwon—”

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”Such a good girl for me. The best girl,” Wonwoo praises, angling his hips a little so he can press his cockhead against your sweet spot every time he fucks inside. “Come on, you can cum, sweetheart.”

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Your eyes roll so far back in your head you’re momentarily afraid they are never coming back. White hot pleasure surges in your body, the sheer intensity of your high sends your mind into a mess. The feeling of your walls clenching like a vice around Wonwoo’s cock sends him over the edge too, and the sensation of his cum shooting inside your walls only serves to add up to what you think it’s the best orgasm of your life, mind going completely blank.

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This might have been totally different from what you’ve originally planned but you know what? You’re definitely going to use this plan more often now.

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[nepenthendline]

S/O crying from an argument - Akaashi, Daichi, Kenma, Tanaka and Tsukishima

Thank you!!  💕 💕 I changed this to just them saying something that hurts you rather than personal, as I couldn’t see these guys using a personal comment in an argument just to upset you so I hope this is ok!

Request: @sugarlips000 Hi!!! I love your writing 💕💕I was wondering if I can request if it hasn’t already been requested but what would happen if Akaashi, Dachi, Kenma, Tanaka, and Tsuki get in an argument with their s/o and he/she ends up crying because they said something to their s/o that was personal to him/her and they try to hide that they are crying by turning around or trying to walk away but the boys notice anyway. Does that make sense?? Sorry if it is a little confusing. Thank you, again love your writing 💕💕

Akaashi:

Akaashi is never one to raise his voice or intentionally say things to hurt your during arguments

in fact, it often looks like you’re the one arguing with him by how calm he is through it

but from time-to-time he may say something that accidentally hurts you, or mentions that this argument has gone on too long and you both need to take some time to think first

he knows as soon as you turn away that you are upset and crying though

he’s extremely observant of you and knows by the smallest shake of your shoulders that you are crying

he takes a deep breath, before walking towards you and pulling you into his arms

“I’m sorry that I said upset you, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but I will learn from this and not do it again. You don’t need to hide your tears from me, I should know when I upset you. Please, let us sit down and fix this,” he says, guiding you to sit on the sofa and talk

you both apologise to each other, accepting your different opinions and making a compromise

Daichi:

Daichi isn’t petty at all, so making intentional comments would never happen, but he may accidentally hurt you by being too blunt with his words

you can feel the tears building in your eyes after a particular comment, so you stand up and walk away towards the kitchen, letting the tears fall out of his sight

he knows not to leave you if you walk away though, he’s learned that this means things have gotten too bad

after a few silent moments, he’ll make his way to the kitchen and stand next to you, reaching for your hand to hold

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it and I hope you will let me make it up to you.”

if you don’t pull away, he’ll pull you into a hug and hold you in silence for a little while, kissing your head a couple times until you stop crying

he gives you some time to collect your thoughts before talking about the argument, aiming to sort things calmly

Kenma:

it’s more what he doesn’t say than what he does

you’ll be in the middle of an argument and he’ll just stop talking to you and do something else, like play his games

it upsets you so much that he doesn’t seem to care

you watch him as he takes interest in his game instead, and turn around to walk away so he doesn’t see you cry

a few moments later, you receive a text from Kenma:

���I didn’t mean to make you cry. I do care, I just don’t like arguing with you. We should talk to each other when we’re calmer, not angry or we can’t sort it.”

you don’t reply, putting your phone on the bedside table as you crawl into bed and cuddle up in your duvet, thinking the argument over

about 10 minutes later when you feel a little calmer, your phone buzzes, receiving a notification

it’s Kenma inviting you to play a mobile game with him

your torn between being mad at him and laughing at the situation

you accept his invitation anyway, and you play together for a while

after a few rounds, he texts you again

“I hope you’re feeling a little better now, sorry for upsetting you. Come down so we can talk and play animal crossing together?”

Tanaka:

while Tanaka has a quick temper with most other people, he rarely does with you, which is why it hurts even more when he does

when he says something he shouldn’t have, that he didn’t even know would hurt you, you’re shocked

your eyes get glassy and you turn away so he doesn’t see

he knows you so well though, and as soon as your head turns he knows he’s fucked up

he’ll come rushing to you, holding your face in his hands to get you to look at him, confirming the tears

“No, no, no, I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t mean that, please don’t cry,” he’ll pull you into a tight hug, stroking your hair and rocking you, “I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I’ll make it up to you”

he hates making you upset so much, he feels like he’s failed you as a boyfriend when he should be making you happy all the time

the last person that should be making you cry is him

the two of you hug for a while as he keeps muttering apologies to you

honestly, the last thing he wants to do it talk about your argument, but he knows it needs to be sorted, so when you’ve both calmed down a little, you talk it out

Tsukishima:

he’s the most likely to say something to intentionally hurt you during an argument, merely just to rile you up a little or to be sarcastic about the whole situation

however, he never excepted, or aimed, for it to hurt so much that you would walk away from him

he knows you’re doing this so he won’t see you cry

he doesn’t come and find you instantly though, he gives the two of you a few hours apart to calm down and go over your thoughts

if this happened towards the start of your relationship, its going to take a long time before he’ll come find you to talk - in fact you’ll probably have to be the one to come to him

but as he gets more settled in the relationship and grows older, he learns that he can, and should, sort things with you

a few hours later when he feels like he’s gotten his thoughts straight, he’ll go to you, finding you tucked up in bed

he won’t say anything for a little while, simply getting into bed with you as you just stare at each other

after a few moments, he’ll pull you into his chest, murmuring an apology and letting you tell him your thoughts as he listens carefully

[realllllfangirllllll]

{SF9 Reaction} They get jealous of you fangirling at another group.

Kingdom Edition

{Requested by anon}

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(Disclaimer: I kinda wrote mini scenarios for each of them b/c I love this concept so much ashfdgkkjs)

Youngbin

The two of you were pretty transparent with each other in the relationship so he knew you stanned many other groups besides his own. Nothing really bothered him, but that was until he joined Kingdom. While the two of you sat on your couch, cuddled against each other to rewatch the pilot episode, you kept commenting on Bang Chan’s performance and how he had such great leadership skills. Youngbin felt himself get jealous especially when the topic of leadership was brought up. He tried his best to conceal his expression so he raised his other hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist to the side of his face. You noticed his behavior and immediately thought of a mischievous plan. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you saw your calm and composed boyfriend on the verge of breaking down from jealousy. You purposely escalated your fangirling on Bang Chan until Bin couldn’t contain his composure anymore and he unwinded his arm around your waist, got up, and stood in front of your view. You suppressed your laughter as you moved your head around in an attempt to watch the tv but he wasn’t impressed. His entire body moved along with wherever you moved and you ended up bursting out into giggles. You grabbed his waist to still him but he didn’t budge. “Kitten, I’m not going to stop until you praise me like you did with Bang Chan,” Youngbin said in a bitter tone. You stopped giggling and stood on the couch to match his height. Out of the blue, you showered his sour face with kisses and his expression immediately shifted into his signature eye smile. You pulled back and said sweetly, “How about I give you kisses instead?”

Inseong

Inseong just got back from his shooting for Kingdom and you welcomed him with your arms and wide opened for a hug. He always loved when you gave him a long, warm hug after a day of tiring work but today, he was a lot clingier than usual. He never pulled apart from the hug and walked forward, which caused you to topple over the soft couch. You giggled as he stuffed his face into the side of your neck and took a whiff of your scent. You wiggled around as he tickled you with his breath. In between your giggles you asked why he was being like a mopey puppy and he let out a long groan. He pulled apart and stared up into your eyes with his dopey ones and whined, “When we got ready to leave the shooting site for Kingdom, Chanwoo came up to me and told me how nice you were. How do you guys even know each other??” You chuckled at his pouty and jealous expression and placed your hand on top of his head. You played with his fluffy hair and told him in an amused tone, “Chani had his number and I love Chanwoo’s voice.” You saw Inseong pout again and you continued teasing him, “I couldn’t just give up on such a great opportunity. I am a dedicated ikonic.” The last sentence triggered him and he immediately hoisted his body up and peered down at you with jealousy, “I thought you love my voice.” You giggled and decided to stop teasing him before he exploded with even more jealousy and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled him down and connected your lips to his, “I love your voice the most.” He immediately replaced the pout on his lips with a wide smile.

Jaeyoon

You waited for Jaeyoon to finish taking a shower after he came back from his shoot for Kingdom so you sprawled yourself across your bed and decided to stream the youtube clips of previous Kingdom performances on your iPad. The thumbnail of The Boyz’s performance caught your eye and you clicked into the clip. You were so excited to see another version of The Stealer and also couldn’t wait to see your bias, Sangyeon, dancing to it. You were so absorbed into their beautiful choreo, you didn’t realize that Jaeyoon came out of the bathroom and was standing by the bed frame for a good ten minutes. He cleared his throat but you didn’t hear him through the loud audio. Jealously crept into his veins and he tried his best to cover it with sarcasm, “Should I dance to The Stealer so my baby will pay attention to me?” You finally heard him and chuckled at his behavior. You taunted him in response, “But it won’t be the same because you’re not Sangyeon.” Jaeyoon gasped, feigning hurt and took the device from your hands. He carelessly placed it on the bedside table before he flung himself onto the soft mattress. He hovered over you and said with amusement, “Well then I guess I have to show you why Jaeyoon is even better.”

Dawon

Dawon stared at you for the longest time in disbelief and chuckled out of nervousness as you sat beside him on the couch of his company’s dance studio. You made dramatic fangirl comments at Ateez’s Kingdom performance especially when Seonghwa appeared on the screen. You punched Dawon’s arm and told him to watch with you, excessively showering Seonghwa with praises. You weren’t oblivious to your boyfriend’s jealousy but you loved it whenever the opportunity came up. He has a tendency of sarcastically laughing with a hint of shy nervousness when he gets jealous and that was exactly how he was acting at the moment. Originally, you only wanted to see Ateez’s performance because you were a big fan of them and because you were waiting for Dawon to finish practicing. But when he came down and sat beside you, you unintentionally praised Seonghwa’s beauty on stage which sparked Dawon’s jealously and you couldn’t help but to continuously tease him and rile him up. As a result, you amped up your inner fangirl until Dawon couldn’t handle it anymore. “Okay that’s it,” He chuckled bitterly and grabbed your phone. You turned to him and he stared into your eyes with a pout and large puppy eyes. “Focus on me baby.” You swallowed down a laughter and extended your arm out for the phone and wailed, “But my Seonghwa!” At this rate, Dawon knew you were messing with him so he grabbed your arms and placed it around his neck before he proceeded to lift you up off the couch and onto him. He sat back down on the couch and had you on top of his laps. Quickly and cunningly, he shoved your phone underneath his butt and sarcastically remarked with amusement, “Come get your phone if you want to see your Seonghwa that badly.”

Rowoon

Rowoon had just come back from his shooting for Kingdom and you followed him around the house like a lost puppy. “Did you see Younghoon? Did you get to talk to him? How was it seeing him perform live??” You fired questions at him like an automatic rifle, clearly showing your enthusiasm as a Deobi, especially a Younghoon stan. Rowoon knew you really liked The Boyz and he was usually fine with your enthusiastic support for the group. He would even join you and fanboy himself when you watch their stages on Youtube. But Rowoon was exhausted after the shooting and was anticipating to have his s/o welcome him home with some love, something he missed so much after being apart from you for drama and Kingdom shootings. Instead, you were asking him about another man and that immediately sparked his jealousy. At first, he just let you ramble on as he took off his shoes and went to the bathroom to freshen up. He loves you and he usually will never pick a fight or act petty no matter how jealous he was. You knew that. You also knew that he was jealous the moment you opened your mouth. At first, you only wanted to get some intel from your boyfriend who had seen one of your biases in person but after seeing the jealousy that flashed in his eyes, you made it your mission to make Rowoon crack for once. You were enjoying yourself so much that you continued talking about Younghoon even as he was in the shower. You leaned against the marble sink and tried saying random nonsense to rile him up but he only chuckled at your fangirl behavior and continued to shower. Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed your mind and you waited until Rowoon turned off the shower faucet and stepped out to initiate the plan. You feigned a curious, innocent stare at him and placed your hand beneath your chin as if you were deeply contemplating. “Babe, I’m curious about something...” He absentmindedly replied as he plugged in the hair dryer to the wall outlet, “Oh yeah? What is it?” You smirked and eyed him up and down, “Do you think Younghoon is as tall and built as you?” Rowoon froze midway through drying his hair. He turned towards you and turned the device off with a jealous look on his face, one that you have never seen before. You bit down on your lips to hold back a laughter. Gotcha. Before he could muster up a response you continued, “What about his laugh? Does he laugh like you do?” You stared at your boyfriend innocently and his face was flushed red with jealousy. He placed the hair dryer aside and suddenly hoisted you up on top of his broad shoulders, “Definitely not.” He said firmly and then chuckled before softly throwing you onto the cloud-like mattress. His face hovered closely above yours, “He will never be able to easily carry you like I just did nor could he ever make you smile the way I do.” You burst out into giggles as he proceeded to tickle you until you shower him with compliments the way you did with Younghoon.

Zuho

Zuho casually talked to you about his experience in Kingdom as he drove through the dimly lit streets. The two of you decided to go for a quick date late at night, mostly to avoid getting caught by the media, and he was beyond excited to tell you about meeting his seniors. You listened intently and responded with excitement as well since the both of you were huge fans of Btob. Zuho stopped talking once the car had arrived to the isolated park. The two of you laid on top of the car’s hood and gazed at the stars in the night sky and continued the conversation. Somewhere in the middle of your chat, you turned to him and pouted. You told him you wish you were there as well because you wanted to see and hear Minhyuk live. You emphasized with a big pout on your lips, “I want to see Minhyuk rap with his husky voice but also hear him sing with his honey smooth vocals.” Zuho froze for a second, your words not fully processing through his mind. He turned towards you and mumbled with slight jealousy, “I didn’t know you like Minhyuk that much.” He chuckled in disbelief and questioned you, “Husky voice? Honey smooth vocals?” He then became really flustered, caught by surprise at you fangirling more than usual. He kept blinking in disbelief, unable to accept the fact that you liked Minhyuk so much. You found amusement in his cute behavior and teased him even more. You placed your hands by your heart and said dramatically, “I could die happily once I hear Minhyuk live.” Zuho started to get really flustered, cheeks red with jealousy. You chuckled at your adorable boyfriend and squished his cheeks, “I’m messing with you babe! I’m a diehard Melody but my boyfriend is always the #1 person I’d die for.” You gave him a ridiculously sweet look and he caved in. He pulled you on top of him for a hug before the both of you accidentally slid off the side of the hood and onto the ground, with Zuho underneath you as a cushion. He grunted at the impact as you giggled uncontrollably.

Taeyang

When you were mindlessly humming to No Air in the kitchen after watching The Boyz’s latest Kingdom performance, Taeyang’s ears perked up and jealousy immediately ignited in his body. Yes, he gets jealous that easily. You would usually tell him how you enjoy watching The Boyz perform because it’s so satisfying and he would agree because it’s true. But you would also start to notice his pettiness everytime you mention them. He’d nod at your comments and agree but in a way that seems almost sarcastic. “Yeah they are great dancers,” he’d tell you. But then he’d look up at you and say, almost for confirmation, “But I’m a great dancer too.” You’d chuckled to yourself and agree or else you know he’ll be sulking for the rest of the day. But this time, you wanted to see how Taeyang gets when he’s really jealous. At first, No Air really was stuck on your head so you were humming to it. However, something mischievous struck you as you were making chocolate covered strawberries in the kitchen. You wanted to see how far you could take the joke so you purposely pressed his buttons. From the moment he heard you humming, he immediately dashed by your side and wrapped his arms around you as you boiled the chocolate. He laid his head on your shoulder and tried his best to subtly ask you, “Were you watching The Boyz’s performance again?” You replied with a yes and emphasized, “Juyeon is such a great dancer and his expressions are so intriguing,” and that’s when Taeyang lost it. He clung onto you as you were trying to cool down the chocolate and even while you were moving to grab the strawberries from the fridge, he’d stick to you like glue and kept asking you why you like Juyeon so much. “Babyyy,” he whined, “Did you forget about me??” He kept kissing your cheeks with his arms wrapped around you as you struggled to wash the strawberries. At the end, you gave up and twisted around to face him. His arms never let go of your waist as he continued saying jealous nonsense. You took your hand and squished his cheeks, “You are the best, most handsome and talented dancer, artist, and boyfriend okay?” He smirked, satisfied, and you giggled at his ridiculous face squished between your hand. He was just about to open his mouth to spew more nonsense and you shoved a strawberry in his mouth, “okay now shush babe. I love you but I want to eat my chocolate covered strawberries, preferably with the chocolate, so stop clinging onto me.”

Hwiyoung

Hwiyoung’s a fun-loving boyfriend and he wouldn’t just randomly get jealous even if you were meeting up with an ex. He respects your boundaries and trusts your decisions. You love him for that but it also wanted made you curious as to how your boyfriend would react when jealous. SO you decided to surprise him after his Kingdom shoot and went to pick him up with their manager. You hid in the van and surprised the boys when they came toward the vehicle. The eight boys already knew your devious plan and paid no mind to you acting unusually dramatic as you kept asking him if he talked to Hyunjin during the shoot and if you could meet him as well. He looked at you weirdly with a bit of skepticism, “You weren’t that interested in meeting him when I was on Idol Radio with him..why are you so eager now?” You flinched at his retaliation and quickly hopped into the van. You heard Rowoon and Juho snickered in the back and you glared at them for the mockery. As the engine started and the vehicle started down the road back to the dorms, you initiated your second attempt to get under your boyfriend’s skin. You pulled out your phone and watched the Stray Kids’s introduction stage on youtube without earphones. Subtly, you turned to Hwiyoung and asked with the most innocent and adoring eyes, “Babe I didn’t know Hyunjin looked so great with long hair.” At that comment, Hwiyoung’s expression slightly shifted. Almost immediately he responded with a more serious tone, “Even better than I did?” You held back your laughter and felt success creeping up. In the back of the van, you saw Rowoon and Zuho giving you a slightly surprised expression. You winked at them and got excited as your boyfriend gradually became jealous. When you all got back to the dorm, Hwi stuck to your side. You tried so hard not to laugh as he kept asking you with slight skepticism in his tone, “When did you like Hyunjin so much?” “Should I grow out my long hair again?” He acted like a kid got abandoned by his mother and needed to grab your attention. To your surprise, he acted in such a different way than you would’ve thought. But you found it so adorable so you teased him even more by turning the tv on to watch a Hyunjin fancam. Hwi caught you by surprise again as he plopped down on the couch beside you and wiggled adorably to get your attention. You raised the remote to your lips and masked your giggles, keeping note to tease him more often.

Chani

Another one that doesn’t get jealous often. Or ever actually. That’s just not the way he shows affection. But that was until things got a little too personal. Beside the sepgu boys, Chani has never really seen you interact with any of his other friends so he never understood actual jealousy. However, after the one time Chanwoo called Chani to thank him for his advice on Kingdom, he started to notice how much you liked Chanwoo and Ikon. Because of your boyfriend’s appearance on Kingdom, you started to take an interest on Ikon and became a fan of their music. It was true that you liked Chanwoo’s voice but it was never really to the extent of fangirling over him. That thought never crossed your mind until Chani kept asking you how much you liked Ikon, or most importantly, Chanwoo. From his point of view, he’d always notice how your face brightens while watching Ikon performances on the tv. He’d stare at you with a hesitant smile and when you asked him what he was staring at you for, he’d simply reply with a shrug, “You always seem so happy to see Chanwoo’s part in the song.” At first, you hadn’t put much thought into his comment until he continuously brought it up every time an Ikon music video appeared on tv. And so one day, you decided to tease him and hopefully see your boyfriend become an adorable, jealous mess. The two of you were browsing through Netflix shows in your bedroom since it was his free day. You had the remote as you struggled to find something remotely interesting to watch. The two of you slept until late afternoon, yet Chani was still as drowsy as before. You chuckled to yourself as he laid comfortably on your shoulder. Suddenly, he shifted on the bed and got up to go to the bathroom. You found this to be the perfect chance to rile him up so you quickly exited the Netflix page and went to youtube to watch a Chanwoo fancam. Chani came back and slightly flinched in surprise at the tv screen. Your eyes were glued to the tv screen and you ignored him as he crawled back onto the bed and asked, “I thought we were watching a show?” You smiled to yourself and told him you felt like watching Chanwoo dance instead. You were mentally preparing yourself to see Chani act adorably jealous but he took you by surprise and grabbed the remote from you. He turned the tv off and stared at you with dark lust in his eyes. You fell back against the headboard as he hovered over you. He whispered in a deep voice with apparent annoyance and jealousy in his tone, “Chanwoo this. Chanwoo that. It seems like you forgotten who your boyfriend is.” You chuckled nervously and told him you were just joking, but it was too late. Chani pulled the covers over the both of you and lets just say...you eventually got off bed to have your first meal of the day in the late evening.

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[interlunium-opus]

"I hate him spending time with you more than I hate running so you know, priorities." [ Jay. ]

[ Jay | fluff ]

Author’s Note: Here's a fluff in response to the following request "Can you maybe do a fluff/crack for Jay where maybe he felt a little jealous when you praised someone for their skill and he immediately goes competitive mode and openly tries to show how he's far better indirectly to the guy?" Hope it's close to what you have in mind and hope you like it :3

“Do you have anything to explain to me?”

You jumped, startled, as Jay appeared beside you while you were busy shoving your textbooks into your locker, “Jay! What did I say about sneaking up on people?”

“And what did I say about not keeping secrets between us?” Jay snapped back, arms crossed, brows raised, “Is this how much our friendship is worth?”

“My goodness, what is it this time?” You sighed as he fished his phone out of his pocket, turning it to show you a candid picture of you and Sunghoon from last night.

“I mean seriously, of all people to date, you have to go for this pretentious prick?” Jay scoffed before gesticulating wildly, “Look, I know I said that you need to stop being aromantic and start planting some sort romantic interest somewhere — but Sunghoon is just ain't it. In fact ! I’d rather you date the spawn of the devil, Jungwon, instead.”

You snorted a laugh before shaking your head dismissively, “Dude, we were just running last night okay? Does that even look like a date to you?”

“Okay,” he repeated sarcastically, “but you love running alone! So why are you suddenly running with someone — and not just anyone but this prick???”

“I really don’t get why you two hate each other so much,” you raised an eyebrow at Jay, “Look we just happened to bump into each other last night and since we were heading the same way, he asked if I don’t mind him tagging along for the remainder of the way — no big deal.”

“Ughh, that’s the oldest trick in book,” Jay scrunched his face, “And you said yes?”

“I mean — we’re not exactly strangers, we have been in the same tutorial class together for more than a year now," you mumbled as you zip your bag up, "He's a good running partner too. His pace was so stable and steady that it made me stuck to mine as well — I mean, duh, he's an athlete after all."

"Hey, I can run well too," Jay grumbled defensively, "You know if you needed a running partner, you could've called me right?"

“Maybe if you were as fit as I am, she would have,” Sunghoon suddenly appeared beside Jay, peering over his shoulder to look at the picture on his phone, “That’s a good picture of me and y/n — no wonder you got jealous.”

“Speak of the devil,” Jay rolled his eyes, “Aren't you a bit too greedy over what I have? first, you took up my spot for the dance competition and now you're trying to make a move on my girl."

"Jay, that was 2 years ago — get over it. You've taken my spot afterwards for the Summer competition anyway so we're actually even," Sunghoon retorted, "Also, she's not your girlfriend anyway so your territorial behaviour is pretty misplaced."

"Guys, cut it out," you shut your locker close with extra force in an effort to shut the squabbles, "Also, why am I suddenly dragged into your petty fights."

"Right sorry about that, he's just always trying to pick a fight with me," Sunghoon shook his head dismissively before turning to you and beamed, "Just stopping by to ask if you're running again tonight 'cause I would love to join again. It’s off season for ice-skating so I thought it's the perfect time to get back to running again."

“Oh? Yeah I am going tonight as well, just a tad bit late in the evening though. I want to finish up some work at the library first,” you smiled back at Sunghoon, ignoring Jay’s burning stare, “You know you can start ahead if you want — don’t want you waiting too long in case I'll take too much time at the library.”

“I’ll go when you go, don’t worry,” he reassured as he backed away, joining Heeseung who was waiting for him, “I’ll text you alright? Looking forward to tonight!”

You nodded and waved at him before turning to Jay, “What?”

“That’s it,” Jay clasped his hands together, “I’ll run with you tonight — and the next.”

“Jay, don’t be ridiculous, you hate running,” you emphasized, “which is why I never asked you to run with me.”

“Hey — I can love running if it’s for you,” he winked, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, dragging you past the crowded hallway towards your next class, “Or let me paraphrase: I hate him spending time with you more than I hate running so you know, priorities.”

“your priorities are all skewed then," you clicked your tongue, "Well, as long as you don't hurt yourself."

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The next morning however Jay did not show up in Modern Political Thought seminar that you guys have every Thursday morning. Though the guy is such a sleepyhead, he never misses a class even when he pulled up an all-nighter the night before. So this sudden absence, paired with the fact that he managed to run a whole 5km without stopping last night, was sowing seeds of suspicions and guilt within you. To make things worse, he did not even respond to any of your messages for the last 5 hours.

That was why you ended up being in front of Jay's apartment instead of having your lunch that noon. "Hi!" you immediately say as the door of Jay's apartment opened. It was Jake, his flatmate, with his lids only half-opened and hair all disheveled, "y/n?"

"Sorry for waking you up Jake," you smiled apologetically, "Is Jay home? He missed a Politics seminar this morning and he didn’t respond to my text at all — just wanna make sure he’s alright.”

“mmhmm, pretty sure he’s in," he answered drowsily before yawning, "but probably, still hibernating.”

“Oh okay, do you mind if I come in?”

Jake nodded, backing up as he held the door open, “Of course, come in — it’s messy though.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassured, making your way towards the room at the end of the hallway. As you knocked on his door, Jake suddenly shouted from the kitchen, “don’t bother knocking y/n — that guy sleeps like a log. Just go in.”

“Uhh…” you bit your lip, slightly hesitating but relented when your subsequent knocks yielded no answer.

“Jay? I’m entering okay?” you say as you let yourself in, carefully navigating around the dark room, stumbling a few times against some random furnitures.

"Jake, get out okay-" you hear him grumble from underneath the covers, tossing the other way, "just let me... sleep mo..re."

As you neared his bed, you reached over to his bedside table and turned on the lamp. Suddenly, Jay rose from the covers, his hand gripping your wrist, grunting "Jake what did I just say-"

Trailing off, he looked at you with brows furrowed in a mix of annoyance and confusion, before his expressions gradually soften "y/n?"

"dude, you almost gave me a heart attack," you muttered, sighing exasperatedly.

"Sorry, I thought it was Jake trying to disturb me again," he softened his grip and rubbed your wrist as if he had just hurt it, "Did I hurt you?"

"My heart, almost but my hand is fine," you pulled your hand away, "How about you?"

"What about me?"

"You missed class this morning," you crossed your arms.

"It's just one class, no big deal. I just overslept-"

"Is that all?" you raised an eyebrow before pointing at the crumpled muscle relief patch packs and pain relief creams strewn messily across his bedside table, "Did someone overexert himself last night?"

"Fine, I didn't come to class partly because my legs are sore," he shrugged, "but hey, I ran as much as Sunghoon did! Aren't you proud of me?"

"Not if it's at the cost of your legs!" you replied exasperatedly, "Come on, where is the rational Jay that I know? he wouldn't have let his competitiveness and ego cloud his judgements like this."

"It's just normal post-workout sore, I've had it a couple of times before," he reassured, "Also, I may hate running. But I'm actually good at HIIT and strength training so I'm not all that unfit as you think I am. Or he thinks."

"All that just so you can prove him wrong?"

"No of course not, I couldn't care less about him," he huffed, "I just wanted you to know that I can pace well with you too."

"Jay, that does not make it any better-"

"Probably also to convince you that I make a better running partner than Sunghoon," he sniggered.

"Well, guess what, you can't run if your legs are hurt," you quipped.

"Oh shit, that's true," he muttered under his breath, "Well post-workout sore usually last between 3-7 days so I'll be good as new after that. Running partners?" he stretched his hand out as if asking for a handshake.

You sighed, grabbing his outstretched hand, shaking it as if you guys are signing on a pact, "Only if you promise not to overexert yourself next time."

"Promise," his smile widened, "Have you had lunch? I'll cook something up for you."

"Your legs are hurt though."

"They're sore not hurt," Jay emphasized, scooting to the edge of his bed, "Also even if they are hurt, I cook with my hands not legs so..."

You chuckled, "Well sir, if you insists."

"Of course, wouldn't let my girl go out of this house famished," he wrapped an arm over your shoulder, grinning gleefully.

[grxvitye]

magic

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for too long. I'm sorry for the long wait. mentions of natasha is included in here and filth just filth, i also might have gone overboard with this:)

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, top/bottom undertones, oral sex (wanda receiving), hints of voyeurism... think that's it tell me if i missed anything

requested: here. (Its long)

words: 3.1k | marvel masterlist | navigation

you do not have my permission to translate nor to repost my writing on any platform. comments, likes and reblogs are always very much appreciated<3

★☆★☆

When you were a kid, you found yourself always being attracted to magic. Something about it makes you think that it’s not all illusions, that a small fraction of it might actually be true. You went to bookstores spending your whole day looking for books that talked about magic. One morning as you were about to walk in the dining room to eat breakfast, you heard your mom and dad talking about magic. It was totally bizarre hearing them talk about it as they passed the topic like a child’s play. You decided to conceal your presence and listen in. “She’s starting to be more curious about magic Dave, you can’t hide it from her any longer” you heard your mother say. Your father defeatedly replied, “Well then I guess it is time to tell her”. Your father called you up and you stared at them. “Honey come and sit, your father has a lot to tell you” your mother gestured to the seat in the middle of the table. You take your seat and your father begins talking. “Honey, we are sorcerers, magicians, if that’s what you’d like to call it.” You jumped out of your seat with joy “I knew it! That’s the reason why I am so interested in magic!” You were disturbed from your little party when your mother said “we are bringing you to Becker Street, you will be trained by Doctor Stephen Strange ''. You packed your clothes immediately and went to Dr. Strange where you got trained.

Months after training, your control over your power grew. You went out to the training grounds when you saw a man dressed in a jacket, in jeans with long blonde hair angrily talking to Strange. You walk over when he exclaims “where is my brother?”. In a surprised motion he told you to scoot over and opened a portal where a man in black came falling. “ I have been falling! for 30 minutes!” the man angrily says emphasising the last few words. Standing up he faced you “is this y/n?” he goes nearer to you, examining each feature of your pale and soft face. “How does he know my name?” you question Strange with a demanding voice. “I’m sorry where are my manners, Y/n, this is Loki”, he gestures to the man fully dressed in black. “And this is Thor,” he says, gesturing to the man in jeans and jacket. Not caring about them, you question him further, “what are they doing here?”. Loki looks at you and says”we’re here for you darling.” Inhaling deeply Doctor Strange starts speaking “ y/n, they are from the avengers, now that you have full control over your power,you should consider joining them.” You stared at him confused “what is this gonna do for me?” “It can help you grow y/n, I've taught you all the things I have learned.” You sighed obviously defeated “Fine, but it’s only just because you told me to”. You grabbed your suitcase and packed your clothes. “Goodbye y/n i’ll be sure to check up on you” Strange hugs you and you proceed to enter the portal along with Loki and Thor.

You arrive in front of a room with a couple of people in it. You see two redheads, who immediately caught your attention but you dismissed it as soon as it entered your mind. You follow Loki and Thor and you walk towards the huddle of people sitting. “Hi you’re y/n?” the redhead says. Uncomfortable with all the attention that you received you replied “um, yeah hi, i’m y/n”. Another man entered the room with a big grin saying “Hi! Look who’s finally here, I'm Sam!” The rest of the team introduced themselves and you hung out with them for the whole day getting to know each other while exchanging a few laughs within each other. While talking to the team you could feel the intense stares of the two redheads. If looks could burn, it was guaranteed the back of your head would’ve been burned off. You try to shake it away by going to the bar when Natasha comes near you and whispers “you could feel it can’t you?” the way she whispered made you feel shivers running down your spine. Stuttering you replied back “wha-what do you mean?” With a chuckle “stop acting innocent kitten i know you can feel it”. With that she left you alone. You drank your drink and went back to your seat. You could almost swear you could see the room spinning so you excused yourself. “Wait!” you heard a rush exclaim and you turned back to see who it was and it was Wanda. “I’ll lead you to your room, you seem like you’re really drunk”. You grin widely and say “well I don’t normally drink like this, it’s a surprise I even lasted this long”. You both laughed and she laid you on your bed and said “y/n if you need me, my room is right next to yours goodnight!” You didn’t get the chance to respond when your eyes closed and you drift away to a dreamless sleep.

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You wake up the next day with a very terrible hangover. You go down and you see Wanda cooking. “Good morning y/n, help yourself” she hands you a plate filled with food. Grateful that you were given some food, you sat down and started to eat right away. “Hey! slow down you might choke right there” she says while laughing. You abruptly stopped laughing when Natasha entered,she looked at you and Wanda and you could feel a pang of guilt as she looked at you with sadness. “Hey Nat, want some food?” you offered hoping she’d take up on your offer. Your kind smile turned into a frown when she declined your offer, “No thanks” she said and left. “Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today” Tony stated as he entered the room grabbing a glass of water. “That’s goodluck to you y/n you’re training with her today”. You were caught off guard and began coughing, “I'm sorry what? training?”Steve enters the room and answers “yes now go get ready, you’re in for a tough ride”. You rushed to your room and changed into your workout clothes. Grabbing your water bottle you head to the training room and you see Natasha warming up. “Hey” you approach her while putting your water bottle on the table. “Come on and warmup” she replied, not even glancing at you. Confused as to why she was acting like this, you confront her “Hey, what’s wrong?”. “Nothing, just focus on warming up, we're starting soon” she stands up and walks away. Just like she requested, you went back to warming up.

After your warm up, she called you to start your training. You stood in front of her but you couldn’t focus as she was out of her catsuit and she was only wearing a sports bra and leggings, and everytime she breathed her firm breasts hung up and down as well. You didn't notice you we're staring until Nat called you out. “see something you like? come on focus, my eyes are here not down there.” she said with a smirk. You immediately avert your eyes to her face. Stammering you say “im- i’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare”. She laughed, “I'm sure you didn’t” she replied sarcastically. Catching you off guard she wiped her feet under yours causing you to fall flat on your butt with a loud “thwack”. “That’s for staring at my breasts too long” Nat immediately extended her hand to help you up but you didn't accept it you had other plans in mind. You stood up abruptly using your hands and started punching in a non rhythmic pattern. She immediately noticed your pattern and in no time was starting to dodge your punches very easily. She scoffed at your petty attempt and started throwing punches as well. Thankfully you were able to dodge most of her punches, when you didn’t it would end up hitting you harshly square in the face. She gave you no time to recover so all you could do was back up and dodge. You didn’t notice that you were near the wall until you felt it hit your back. Natasha gasped for breath and she was inexplicably close. You could feel her breathing near your neck. She took your hands and pinned them to the wall while roughly kissing your neck. You couldn’t stifle a low moan coming out from your lips. You could feel her smirking to your neck, she separated her lips and looked at you while saying “тебе это нравится, не так ли, котенок” (you like that don’t you kitten?). Unable to speak, you nodded frantically. You could feel a pool of wetness and you tried to hide it by crossing your legs but Natasha swiped her finger over your clothed heat and you couldn't stop but let out a small whimper. She pulled away before things could get more messy than it already is. You let out a small cry of desperation and look at her with plain lust filling your mind. “What?” she questioned you. Running off while grabbing your water you shouted “no , nothing absolutely nothing”

Panting, you opened the door to your room. You collapsed to your bed thinking of how you let Natasha easily get to you and how your core immediately reacted to her. You were interrupted from your thoughts when a knock came to your room, so you quickly threw a blanket over your body. “Come in,” you replied. You saw Wanda with her nose all scrunched up. “We’ve got a mission, it’s Hydra”. Your eyes softened as you recalled what they had done to her. “Suit up and head to the quinjet we’re going in 15” With that she left you. You couldn’t get your mind wrapped around that you had a mission- your mind was filled with lust from the previous incident with Natasha. Without thinking of the consequences, you snaked your hands to your needy core and laughed at how wet it is. Not wasting any time, you inserted your finger to your pussy and gasped at how full you felt. You pinched your nipple and you curled your fingers until you felt your orgasm coming. You released a loud gasp before cumming. You didn’t realize that Wanda didn’t actually walk away from your door and she heard what you had been doing. “What a naughty girl” she walked away smirking to herself.

You got up and wiped yourself up, changed into your suit and went to the quinjet. “I will check the perimeters and Steve and Natasha will stay on ground, while Wanda and Y/n will go in and check for any agents we can question and any casualties.” Tony said. You arrive at the Hydra base and you get off the Quinjet. “Y/n follow my lead I know where to go” you hear Wanda say in a hushed voice. You followed her lead and you went into an underground room when you heard a bunch of footsteps creeping up on you. You turn around and you see an agent with a gun aiming it at Wanda. “Wanda!” You push her to the side and you end up taking the bullet while also using your powers to cast the agent down on the floor. Crouching near your body, Wanda carefully picked you up and ran towards Tony and the others. “Y/n is down she needs help” Wanda said while panting. “Take her to the quinjet we will be right at your back” Natasha replied not taking her focus away from the Hydra Agents she was combating at the moment. Wanda ran towards the quinjet carrying you carefully. You and the others returned to the tower and they brought you to medbay. Bruce immediately checked your wound. “How is she?” Natasha and Wanda asked in sync. “Luckily it’s only a small wound, she’d be up in about 30 minutes, I suggest she train lightly in about 2 hours.” Bruce replied while looking at his watch. After resting you got up and went to your room preparing for light training. You trained with Natasha but she only made you sit for almost the entire duration of training. You could only get a few punches in ”You should take a shower and rest, you're stinky” Natasha told you while laughing. Snickering you replied “shut up Romanoff you’re way stinkier than me” you tease her while making your way out of the gym. While making your way to your room you start wondering where Wanda was, as you had seen her last in medbay. You arrived at your room and prepared your clothes and stripped out your sweaty gym clothes. You took your towel and entered your bathroom when you saw Wanda in your bathtub looking at you smirking. What surprised you was that she was naked- in front of you. You were disturbed from your thoughts when she slowly approached you and you stared at her perfectly shaped breasts hanging freely with her fully erect nipple. “Wha-what are you doing? You asked her as she began closing in on you” You could feel your pussy aching, desperately begging to be touched.

“What do you think?” she kissed your neck forcing a sweet moan to come out from your lips. “You like that hmm?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the hotness pooling in her legs. You could only nod in response. “I asked you a question use your big girl words малютка(baby)” she snarled at you harshly. “Yes I- i love it mommy” you couldn’t stop yourself from calling her mommy and you could feel her smirk against your neck. You started to grind your mound against her legs, desperate for release. You drag her hand towards your pussy, you had to let her know how much you craved her touch. “Jesus Christ” she breathed out. “You’re this wet and I barely even touched you” she mocked you. She broke the contact and you let out a desperate cry. “Patience malysh we’ve got a lot of time to ourselves” she said gesturing to the bed. “Bed. Now” she demanded.

You decided to play with fire and crossed your arms “No.” You see her narrow her eyes at you “Y/n. Bed.Now” you smirked more “make me” She carried you to the bed and laid you down “you’re gonna regret being such a brat” You couldn’t contain an excited wail of what she had planned for you. She placed her hands at your hips and slowly kissed your neck down to your breasts. Her lips quickly wrapped around your needy nipple and a moan escaped from your mouth. “Please mommy, I won’t be a brat ever again just please” you begged. “Hmm? what was that? use your words. I don’t know what you want kitten”. She went back to teasing you, getting dangerously close to your pussy. Bucking your hips, you begged “Please mommy, please, please fuck me.”

She rolled her tongue directly at your pussy and you thought you were going to cum right there and then. She circled her tongue and sucked your clit making you arch your back from the intense pleasure you were feeling. She applied more pressure making you moan out loud grabbing her hair towards your pussy urging her to go harder. You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your pussy, you felt so full. “Just like that o-oh please” you begged. You could almost visualize her smirk when she replied “do you want me to go deeper kitten?” You were so deep into the pleasure that you couldn’t form words properly and nodded instead but unfortunately it wasn’t enough for her. “I want to hear you beg baby.” Stuttering you forced yourself to beg “mommy pl-, please go deeper, please” you let out a long moan when she started to go deeper. “Just like that please just like that” you chanted. A few more thrusts you felt your orgasm nearing and you tried so hard not to cum, you didn’t want to show her that you couldn’t last any longer. “I can feel you trying not to cum kitten, let go” she whispered. That command was enough to let go and soon enough your hips were bucking up and down. That was definitely the most intense orgasm you felt throughout your entire life. You slowly started going down from your high when Wanda started to speed up her movements again, this time, adding a third finger. She combined it with flattening her tongue to your clit and flicking through it. She curled her fingers and that sent you over the edge, this time, screaming her name out loud. She lapped your juices and kissed you. “You taste so good.”

“Sit on my face” you grasp her smooth and milky legs guiding her onto your face. You could sense how eager she is when she immediately propped herself on top of you. You could smell her arousal and you started to tease her by giving slow and wet kisses to the sides of her legs, inching closer and closer to where she truly needed you. “Y/n please stop teasing” wanda slowly croaks out. “Hmm, what was that? What do you need?” you say, making her whine. “Please y/n please, just fuck me right now” she said while toying with her nipples” Satisfied that you successfully made Wanda beg, you began to roll your tongue over to Wanda’s pussy. Arching her back, a throaty moan falls from Wanda’s sweet lips which makes you groan sending jolts towards Wanda’s heat. “Oh my god” wanda exclaims with her eyes rolling back to her head. You groan once more when you finally inserted two fingers just to see how easily it slipped in due to how wet she is. You could feel Wanda tensing around your fingers as you pumped harder and harder aiming to hit her sweet spot. She began to grasp your hair, chanting your name like a prayer. “Y/n.y/n.y/n.” You take it as a sign of her being close, you add another finger into her while pumping twice as hard. She was clenching your fingers, you could tell she was really close. You placed your mouth on her clit, torturing the nub and curling your fingers hitting the spot you've been aiming at perfectly. “Ahhh y/n, fuckk” Wanda moans at the intense pleasure you were giving her. You started to pump slower and slower letting Wanda ride her high. Panting, she laid down beside you “i haven’t cum hard like that” she looked at you smiling. You swell with pride at the confession she gave you. You give her a peck while grabbing the sheets to cover yourselves up.

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Hi love, pretty sure you're requests are open (if not just ignore this) n e ways what about Inarizaki with manager who's like intimidating (i've been told i am intimidating lol) and very sarcastic, much Tsukishima Kei vibez cuz that's basically me😃

Just like how would our boys react, very curious and take your time btw don't have to rush it, do it whenever you feel like :D

Oh my gosh Nat, it's literally my honour to write this for you. You can request anything, anytime, and you'll be a top priority (ily<3)

Inarizaki with a tsukkishima-ish manager.

Specially dedicated to @sunasthing <3

So first of all, if you think that's gonna stop the boys from simping over you, you've got it wrong 😖🖐️

The boys would literally take it as a challenge to get your softer nature out, especially Atsumu.

I GENUINELY think he'd find it really hot whenever you snap back at him, or tell him off. (maybe he's like Nishinoya and Tanaka in that sense 🙄)

Constantly pesters you, and although you don't give him a reply often (because he's annoying as fuck), if you ever acknowledge him slightly, he WILL flirt with you.

Beware tho, even if he comes off as flirty and charismatic, he's literally just a dorky small baby and genuinely wants your attention because he thinks you're the coolest person ever.

And if you're ever nice to him, you can best bet he'll replay that moment in his mind before sleeping EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.

Y/n, earlier that day: don't get hurt. I don't want to have to deal with anyone on this team being injured

Atsumu at 3 a.m: s-she cares about me 🥺🥺

I think Osamu would vibe really well with you. He's not annoying, he's really really chill, and he has a pretty sharp tongue himself.

Judges people as an attempt to make you laugh, and he sees it as a personal victory if he can get you to crack a smile or smirk. He just doesn't make a big deal about it, unlike his twin xD

Osamu: y/n look at that guy. he's totally crushing on his brother's best friend, could he not be more obvious about it??

Y/n: *cracks a smirk* yeah, it does seem so.

Osamu, internally: ✨v i c t o r y i s s w e e t✨

He also cooks for you pretty often, and even if you protest against accepting it, you'll usually find a bento hidden in your locker or bag.

He knows you might not accept it straight, so he finds other ways to get it to you. Osamu actually thinks of you as a cooler sister that he says "he'd trade Atsumu for"

In general, the twins are the life of Inarizaki and although they're sometimes annoying, they mean well and it's plain to see that they love you.

Kita loves how smart and analytical you are. I've said this before, I'll say it again— Kita thinks brains are sexy 😤

Especially when you call the team to give your insights about their opponents, or give them ideas on how to improve their play, Kita is literally there like “I'm so glad she's ours”

Because you would be a dangerous asset to other teams, and Kita is the most thankful that you're with them.

He's also a really good leader and although the two of you don't have heart-to-hearts or conversations like the twins, you know he'll ALWAYS be there for you.

Like once, it was raining and practice was cancelled, so you decided to wait in school until the rain subsided (because you didn't want to get wet), and our sweet Kita searched for you in every single classroom until the finally found you and walked you home. That's just the dynamic you had with him

He also often checks up on you, even when it's unrelated to volleyball. Have you done your homework? have you ate breakfast this morning? although you're usually sarcastic with the twins and most of the other members of the team, you can't bring yourself to do so with Kita.

The respect you guys have for each other is unmatched and that's probably why you're such a golden duo in Inarizaki. The leader and the analytical manager.

And now Suna. I think Suna would be the member you have the deepest bond with. you truly allow him to see who you are inside, and he does the same. You guys really just click.

It started with him complaining about Atsumu, and slowly progressed into you letting Suna be the only member to have physical contact with you, but only when the others aren't looking.

Sometimes, if you guys are the only two people in the gym, he'll nap on your lap or lean on your shoulder.

If you didn't already know, like everyone else in Inarizaki, he has a crush on you 😖🖐️ like damn you thought Atsumu had it bad? nah, Suna has it the worst.

He literally asks his little sister to let him practice braiding her hair, just so he'll be perfect when he someday asks to do yours.

But he always chickens out because he's scared you'll say no 😭😭 he's internally very shy, okay? 🥺🥺

He's literally your best friend. You guys have study sessions together, anime nights, literally anything, he's right there with you. The rest of the team are literally not aware of how close the two of you are.

Until one day, Atsumu tries daring you to kiss Suna on the forehead, and instead of flat-out refusing (like you've done before when he's dared you to kiss him, or Akagi) you shrug and gently kiss Suna on the forehead, causing Suna to smile and ruffle your hair.

The rest of the team is just shocked.

Atsumu: what is this FUCKERY?? is y/n literally WILLINGLY touching someone ??¿¿

Y/n and Suna: *smirks*

Atsumu, close to tears: okay

But the rest of the team soon accept you and Suna have a pretty special bond, and that you're genuinely softer when it comes to him.

You don't snap at him much, and as they've noticed, Suna has started being more brave about leaning on your shoulder or sleeping on your lap.

Of course, the rest of the team (with the exception of Kita) is jealous. But hey, they just don't have Suna's charm, okay? xD

You make Suna want to try harder, and he's way more motivated to give it his all in every single game. Mostly because he wants you to be proud of him.

He definitely has a nickname for you, but he will only use it when he's sure you guys are alone. And in return, you call him "Rin" which makes his heart flutter 🥺🥺

KAHDKSS I TOOK SO LONG WITH THE SUNA ONE PLEASE IM TURNING BOTH OF US INTO EVEN BIGGER SUNA SIMPS (as if we weren't already xD)

Now onto Aran !! Aran is a softie who (like Kita) respects you a great deal. He'll fend Atsumu and Osamu off if he senses you aren't having a great day.

He's also pretty good at giving you your space but he checks up on you every once in a while if anyone is bothering you.

Although he's shy about it, Aran actually comes to you when he doesn't understand a homework question. You're super smart and he knows you won't make him feel bad about not knowing.

And it makes you feel happy to know he trusts you, so you help him as best as you can. It's a little secret of yours that the other members don't know about.

It especially lights your day up when he gets a good grade and whispers a silent "thank you" to you in class.

In return, will help you with anything you ask for. No questions asked.

And now, last but not least, sunshine Akagi!! I think he's a total Hinata Shoyo, so he might annoy you a bit at first because of his bright personality.

But deep down inside, you love how easily he gets people to smile and slowly find yourself warming up to him.

And Akagi is really determined to get you to smile (at least once a day) so he cracks the corniest jokes or makes puns.

It has become a thing between the two of you, where Akagi tells you a joke a day, and you rate it out of ten.

Gone are the days when you found him annoying. And now, even if you won't tell him outright— you really do think he's one of the brightest people in your life.

Additional headcanons

CHEERING YOU UP— whenever you feel quieter than usual, or a bit more sarcastic, the boys immediately know something is wrong and rush over to make you feel okay. Literally, it's almost like they've abandoned practice. And eventhough you tell them to get back to it, they refuse to leave until you're feeling better. Suna usually gives you a hug and kisses your forehead, whilst Akagi cracks jokes. Then, (and eventhough you protest) Atsumu lists off all the things you should love about yourself, whilst Osamu buys you ice cream (food is, after all, the best cure for anything). Aran is literally ready to HUNT the person who affected your mood down, and kill them, whilst Kita is literally just holding him back and making sure things don't go overboard. Even if you aren't fully cheered up by then, you'd have laughed a whole lot and know how much they care for you, so honestly... how could you stay sad?

REACTING TO YOU TELLING THEM OFF— Suna is literally just meh about it. He can't take you seriously because he's a dork who thinks he's not included in the list of "idiots" (but no Suna, u mf, you ARE included -_-). Atsumu thinks it's hot 👀 (as I mentioned above), Akagi is genuinely upset/ready to sob and vows to do better. Kita is proud of you for telling them off before he could do it (Kita is not included in the "idiots". How could he? he's PERFECT 🖐️). Osamu and Aran have similar reactions, because they end up apologizing and try to change tactics and do better.

HOW THEY'D ACT WHEN YOU START DATING SUNA— (because this is honestly inevitable, wbk 😭❤️). Atsumu would be jealous. Petty and would call Suna "pretty boy" every chance he gets. Leave him, im sure he'll get over it 🥺🥺 Osamu is pretty jealous too, but he'll never show it and focuses instead on your happiness. Kita approves, and honestly thinks you're a good influence on Suna. Aran is protective of you, and would literally gun Suna down if he ever hurt you (but he won't. Suna loves you, he'd literally jump down a cliff before ever hurting you 😤🖐️) and Akagi is cheerful as before, but extra glad because you seem to smile a bit more often (and Akagi loves your smile).

I took a lot of effort on this <3 hope you like it, bae !! Taglist— @dai-tsukki-desu @sunasthing @k-sakusa-old @tilli-san