#just a chill drabble for today

[ysaefinn]

God I'm feeling so

[good-beanswrites]

Heyo!! :D uhh I was just thinking about prompts!! I have two that I've just been thinking of! You can do one or the other, I don't mind ^^ Yuno with Blanket (if you havent done that yet :o) and Muu and Yuno with Honesty :D

Thank you so much :D!! Your writing is so funky I love reading it, it's like my daily newspaper abejfncjcn

Hi Mug :D thank you so much aah!! I really loved these combos, that's so sweet for both of them ;-; Here's Yuno and Blanket -- something lighthearted from the beginning of t1, with a bit of her unfortunate people-pleasing habits.

“Requests are in!” Mikoto’s voice sang from down the corridor. The prisoners perked up from where they’d been lazing about. One would have thought he'd announced a jailbreak with the amount of energy that rippled through the room. Yuno leapt to her feet.

"You seem excited," Kazui chuckled as he stood. "What are you getting?"

She suddenly felt a twinge of shame for her reaction. Things weren’t bad in Milgram by any means, but the atmosphere was beginning to creep under her skin now and then. There was an old comfort she’d been dreaming of the past few weeks. It felt embarrassing to say to someone as concerned with his maturity as Kazui. 

"Oh, nothing much,” she said. “Just something that reminds me of home, like the cigarettes you ordered." She didn’t know him well enough to say so, but she was secretly grateful for his request. The smell of smoke was familiar to her as well. "But mostly it's something new around here -- isn't the whole thing exciting?" 

It was the first time they’d received a delivery, and everyone was eager to see if they got what they ordered. Though Yuno found the system surprising, it made sense. Milgram allowed more unique freedoms than a normal prison, given it also inflicted more unique restraints. 

She joined the group heading down the hall, all chattering in anticipation. 

"Yuno!" Mahiru waved her over. The woman had talked about the products and creams she'd requested, in the hope of keeping up her skincare routine. Yuno would be following suit soon, though she wanted those things to keep herself feeling refreshed rather than looking a certain way. There was no one here to impress. With her looks, that was.

Mahiru’s eyes gleamed. "What did you order?"

Yuno knew she wouldn't satisfy her appetite for gossip as much as Shidou testing his luck with medical supplies or Amane’s taste in high-level study materials had. 

"Something real cute~" was all she needed to say to get her giggling. 

Es instructed them to line up in front of their room to distribute everything. Yuno found her place behind Haruka. 

"Hey, hey! What are you getting?" She wasn't immune from that same gossipy curiosity…

His cheeks immediately reddened. "Uh, well, I h-hope I can get some c-candy. It -- I mean, it's kiddish, I know."

"Don't worry, some might think my request is childish, haha! Plus, I think Muu ordered sweets, too."

This seemed to calm him a bit as he walked ahead. Fuuta nudged her from behind.

"Oi, what did you ask for?"

She'd overheard him and Kotoko discussing what would likely be caught as a tool to escape, and knew her answer would disappoint him.

The bright smile she’d given Haruka angled into a more jaded smirk. "Eh, just something to get me through the night, you know? A practical comfort."

Fuuta grunted, respecting the choice. 

Her attention returned to the front of the line, where Haruka was returning with loose treats spilling from his hands. She took his place in Es' doorway.

"Prisoner 002," Es scanned a piece of paper. "For you… ah,” They read it again. “Just a blanket? Was that all?" 

She beamed. "Yup! Just a blanket." 

“You strike me as the kind to ask for a lot…”

“Mmm, you’ve read me well, Warden! Not this time, though. Gotta start small, then see what I can weasel out of you!” She winked. As usual, Es pretended to be unimpressed. Yuno knew she was wearing them down, bit by bit.

She offered a bouncy bow as Es handed it over. She hadn’t given many specifications, but it certainly looked as big and fluffy as she had hoped. Milgram had gone with pink -- the same shade as some of her uniform accents. 

"Thanks!" 

The prisoners' excitement died down fairly quickly afterwards. Amane began reading in silence. Kazui retreated to the smoking room alone, though Shidou and Mikoto promised to join him after the next round of requests. Haruka had nearly finished eating all of his candy by nightfall. Kotoko sat by herself to jot things down in her new notebook. Yuno’s good mood lasted much later. 

Once the bell had rung and silence fell onto the prison, she could feel the usual chill start to creep into her cell. It had gripped her with fear the first few nights -- that unshakable coldness that reminded her why she was here in the first place. Sometimes, when her body jolted her awake with the feeling of falling, she'd blame it on the temperature rather than a universal human experience. It brought up too many painful memories to be something so ordinary, after all.

But not tonight. 

Tonight there would be no falling, and no chill. No stepping into bed with enough skin showing to make her shiver. No more crafted conversations or flashing certain expressions.

A goofy grin spread across her cheeks. Yuno unfolded the blanket with a flourish. She swept it around her body, then flopped down on her bedding. With nothing more to worry about, she sank into the cushy blob.

‘Just a blanket’ her ass. This was the warmest she’d felt in a very long time.

[good-beans]

WE DID IT

[intromortal]

ꕥ MAKE YOU MINE ⸝⸝⸝ lee heeseung

lee heeseung doesn't do relationships or any of that 'labels' stuff, it's a known fact. yet when jay's gaze lingers too long on you, he can't help but leave his mark on you in one way or another

this work contains ⋆ smut. mdni. jealousy, p in v, creampie, no protection, manhandling, name calling, degradation!!! hair pulling, mean hee won't kiss you, kinda toxic situationship thing going on, Feelings, reader is kinda crazy but also i've had too much caffeine today So ⸻ rules ⋆ m.list

length ⋆ drabble ⸻ 1.8k words

Heeseung, all things considered, is a pretty chill and laid back guy. Not prone to big displays of jealousy, especially anywhere public.

Most of the time he's quietly laying back on a couch at a party across the room, watching you with a glint in his eyes as you reject yet another guy trying to sneak his way into your pants. There’s something about the way you so obediently glance his way every time someone tries to flirt you, how your expression ever so slightly shifts to something he would describe as needy when he slouches further into the soft brown cushions, legs spread almost as if to invite you over on his lap.

It’s been months since you started fucking, and as embarrassing for you as it feels to admit, you two haven't really put a label on what your... status actually is. You’re definitely more than friends—though you don't know if you would even consider Heeseung your friend in the first place—but you also don't believe you're anywhere close to being a thing yet. That litter sliver of something keeps you fucking hooked on Heeseung though, even when you know it's terrible for you.

And he enjoys every second of it. How you're so loyal to him even when he doesn't give you any reason to be.

He’s confident you'll follow him around everywhere like a little lost puppy as long as he keeps feeding you whatever crumb you need; a gentle brush of his hand whenever he greets you, a soft compliment whispered in your ear before leaving you to find something to drink, a sweet forehead kiss at the end of the night when you've both found your way between the bed sheets. I’ve got it under control, he thinks.

Yet he can't find any explanation—one that he’d make peace with, that is—for the scorching rage that overcomes him whenever he sees you and your bestie walking hand in hand around campus. The slightest twitch to his eye when he notices how bright you seem to be around Jay, how hard you laugh at his jokes and how touchy you are, shoving his shoulder away when he makes a stupid comment, yet letting your hand linger on the cotton of his shirt. There’s a different light coming from within you when he's around, and Heeseung fucking hates it with his entire being.

Mostly because he doesn't want to admit what it really is. Lee Heeseung is the furthest thing from a relationship-kind-of-guy you could possibly ever find, and it's always been this way, everyone knows.

To fuck with him is to make peace with the fact that you'll never be anything more than someone to warm his bed—or car backseats more often than not. And most are okay with that as long as they get their hands on a piece of him, no matter for how short. You were okay with that too, at the very start. It just doesn't help that lately he has fucked you like he loves and hates you at the same time, and while you try your best to not let his empty calculated affections tie you down to him too much, it's gotten harder and harder to escape the literal black hole Heeseung is.

You promised yourself to only orbit around him for a bit, then escape at the first pull you feel is too strong. But here you are, on the event horizon anyway.

His lingering stares whenever Jay is around don't go unnoticed by you, far from it actually. And maybe you even play into it a little too much, because here you are, underneath Heeseung, and for the first time in weeks he's fucking you like love is the furthest feeling possible from both his mind and heart.

It's funny, how he's tried to maintain his cool around you so desperately, and what finally breaks him is Jay staring way too long at your ass for it to be a mistake. There’s nothing Heeseung would have loved more than to beat him to a pulp, for looking at his girl like that.

Except you're not his girl—he hadn't even realized he really wanted you to possibly be until then—so he can't do that. But what he can do instead is take it out on your poor unsuspecting pussy.

"You are such a nasty slut," he whispers against your lips as he pistons into your weeping cunt, ignoring every attempt you make to kiss him, biting down on your bottom lip when you don't catch the hint. "Walking around in that tight black skirt, for what?" It feels like he's spitting venom at you, a primal edge to his tone unlike anything you've ever heard from him. Despite everything, you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your pussy clamp even harder around him, trying to milk his girth for all it’s worth.

You take too long to reply for his liking, his hand digging almost hurtfully into your cheeks to force you to look at him. "For. What?"

"I– fuck, i don't know."

He looks at you incredulously, like you must've gone dumb on his cock already, while his movements come to halt, despite your little cries and begs for him not to.

"Yes, you fucking do," he spits, grabbing your thighs and flipping you over onto your knees. A little scream rips out of you at the sudden motion as he manhandles you in whatever way he wants, paying no mind to any possible aching body part of yours or any discomfort you may feel. "Wore it to flaunt this ass around, didn't you? I know you did."

He lands a harsh smack on the skin of your bottom, kissing his teeth in annoyance when your entire body jerks forward, front collapsing on the bed. He eases his cock back into you in one thrust, setting a pace that is somehow faster and harsher than the one you could barely keep up with earlier. "Wanted  Jay to bend you over like this, huh?"

"N-no! I– ngh." Your rebuttal is cut short by his hips slamming into yours with a harsh thrust, his thick hand pushing your head against the sheets, uncaring of all the drool that's dripping from your mouth, your eyes rolling into your skull. He plants one of his feet into the soft mattress, the new angle helping him reach so much deeper inside you as the hold on your hips becomes nearly unbearable, sure to leave a flashy bruise.

Good, he thinks. Let everyone know I own you.

It doesn't matter that you two will still not put a label on whatever you have going on after this, Heeseung will find a way to mark you up with his actions instead. He'll fuck you so good even in the off chance you give Jay a chance all you'll think about is gonna be going back to him right after.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." He grabs some of your hair, using it as leverage to fuck into you even harder, the mix of pain and pleasure so unbelievably delicious you don’t even know what to do with yourself if not just lay there and take it all. "That’s all a slut like you is good for anyway, shut her mouth and let me use her pretty pussy as I please."

And it doesn't matter for you either you realize, a fucked out smile spreading on your face as he takes you like he has never done before, because to get a reaction out of the ever so collected Lee Heeseung, it means you have made him your bitch as much as he has made you his. He just doesn't know it yet.

The sudden thought is so euphoric it pushes you close to the edge instantly, your cunt clenching around him more and more while Heeseung is behind you wondering why he just heard a giggle leave your throat in the midst of it all.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke to you?" His voice is rough, but the hint of uneasiness behind the facade is easy to pick up on, it only spurs you to laugh more—as much as you can manage, because soon his thrusts get angrier and you don't know if you're laughing, crying or moaning anymore.

You taste the salty tears running straight into your open mouth, and you don't exactly know why you're crying because you have never felt lighter, even with the harsh, repeated press of Heeseung's hips against your red, marked up flesh.

Heeseung thinks you must've gone delirious on his cock, the proof being the very white ring you're leaving on the base of his cock, and while his chest blooms and tickles with something unfamiliar to him, he can't help but want even more. He wants to give you even more.

He doesn't recall when this punishment he's inflicting on you turned around to him chasing your approval so fucking bad, but he can't stop. He can't stop himself from gawking at your bent back littered in his marks, he can't stop himself from bending down to mouth at your neck when all he initially wanted to do was put you back in your place, he can't stop himself from letting his hand find your familiar little bundle of nerves to roll circles on it.

He tells himself it's not for you, it's for him, so he can hear all the divine noises you're making for just a little longer, just enough to reach his orgasm.

His lips brush your nape again, and he wishes he hadn't turned you over so he could taste your laugh right off your lips. He almost opens his mouth to say something he might regret, but he stops himself with a low, guttural moan and a stripe licked on your skin instead.

Neither of you last long after that, and you come with shudder around him, cunt milking him for all he has, all he is worth. He gives it all to you, filling you up so well it has you clawing the sweaty bed sheets beneath you.

You're glowing underneath him as he gets off of you, and Heeseung doesn't want to linger on the fact that his chest cavity, where his heart is supposed to be, glows just as much for you. It's a scary thought.

"You're mine," you whisper, like you've finally cracked the code to something you couldn't wrap your head around for the longest. You state it like a fact, like how you do when you say things commonly agreed upon—like the earth being round and Sim Jaeyun having the prettiest dick on campus.

You don't turn to Heeseung when he says nothing after and all that fills the room is the swooshing of his clothes being collected from the floor and your front door shutting with a soft thud.

It doesn't matter, because whether he likes it or now, you know he has nowhere to go if not back to you.

[snail-day]

Tummy Ache Survivor

Based in the same AU as this drabble Anesthesia Doctor! Gojo x Reader x Nurse! Geto Tw: Fluffy domestic bliss, tummy aches, established relationship. A/n: I'd imagine reader has a super weak immune system where they have to change their scrubs at work now otherwise you will catch whatever bug they bring home. I think Geto doesn't mind that...because he lowkey enjoys fussing over you.

Tummy aches are the absolute worst. Mostly because you can’t quite place where they come from. Was it that leftover takeout? Something one of your boyfriends dragged home from the hospital? Are you pregnant? WebMD says you’re both pregnant and dying, so that’s fun.

Sure, you could just ask one of them for medical advice. It’s literally their job. They’d probably take one look at you and tell you to take some pepto and chill. But the thought of bringing it up is… humiliating, somehow. Like, yes, hello, my big sexy boyfriend who's seen every internal organ imaginable, please help me with my fragile little tummy ache. No thanks.

So instead, you burrow deeper into the warm sheets of your massive bed. Satoru’s still in the shower, humming off-key. Probably wondering why you haven’t come to join him yet. You just know he’s going to come into the bedroom, dripping wet and pouty, whining about how lonely he was without you in there. Probably tickle you until you're shrieking.

The thought alone makes your stomach churn.

And then there's the smell of Suguru’s cooking. Normally, that scent would have you halfway down the stairs with stars in your eyes. But today? All it does is make the bile climb up your throat.

Must be pregnancy. Or cancer. Or both. Maybe it’s something worse. The internet is not helping.

You close your eyes and prepare to meet your fate.

“Baby?” Satoru calls, water shutting off with a metallic clink. You hear the glass door slide open, followed by the plap plap plap of wet feet on tile, the steam trickling from the bathroom into the bedroom. He’s chuckling now. “Come on, you have to get up.”

Your heart thuds.

Why is being sick so weirdly vulnerable?

“Hellooooo,” he drawls, voice already playful. “You were supposed to join me. I was in there suffering. Naked. Alone. Practically crying.”

You barely stir, tucked so deep in the comforter cocoon that only the bridge of your nose peeks out.

He doesn’t let that stop him. He drops the towel somewhere behind him, no shame in being bare, and climbs onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, knees sinking into the sheets as he looms over your lump of a body.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks sweetly, already halfway through his routine - nose brushing your cheek, lips pressing light kisses to your forehead, wet hair flicking against your skin. “You never miss post-shower snuggles. It’s practically a routine now.”

You groan softly. Not the annoyed kind that he's used to either.

Satoru stills.

He pulls back, not all the way, but just enough to look at you. There’s a subtle shift, barely perceptible to anyone else, but you know him. His playful grin fades into something more focused, less boyfriend and more clinical and doctor like.

“Wait. Baby,” he murmurs, voice dropping an octave. “Are you okay?”

You shake your head weakly.

“Tummy hurts,” you whisper.

He blinks. Once. Twice.

“Where?”

You whimper and gesture vaguely to your lower abdomen.

Immediately, he’s brushing the covers back, not harsh or dramatic, just careful, gentle fingers pushing your shirt up as he scoots closer, settling on his knees beside you. You can feel the warmth of his palm hover just above your skin, his expression focused now, all that boyish teasing gone.

“Is it sharp? Crampy? Nauseating?”

You squint at him.

“Don’t use your doctor voice on me.”

“It’s not a voice, it’s a diagnostic tone,” he says with a straight face, though his lips twitch like he’s holding back a grin. “I’m trying to help, baby.”

His palm presses lightly against your belly. His hands are big, always have been, but now they seem extra warm, fingers splayed wide as he palpates carefully, feeling for any tenderness. He’s quiet while he works, eyes carefully scanning your face as if waiting for you to flinch.

His hair is still dripping, one strand sliding down his cheekbone before he absently flicks it away. His lashes are thick and clumped from the shower, and his cerulean eyes - always so stupidly pretty - are narrowed with gentle concern.

“You feel a little warm,” he mutters, leaning down to kiss your forehead. Then again, to check. Then again, just because he wants to.

“You have a thermometer in the bathroom,” you mumble.

He hums. “Yeah, but my lips are more sensitive. Doctor’s secret.”

You don’t have the energy to fight him on that one.

His hand rubs slow, soothing circles into your belly now, just above your navel.

“You been stressed?” he asks softly, like he already knows the answer. “Suguru said you didn’t eat much dinner last night. And you’ve been chewing your lip again.”

“I have not,” you lie, your lip instantly throbbing in betrayal.

He raises an eyebrow. “You want me to call him in?”

“Noooo.”

“Okay, okay. Just me then,” he says gently, leaning over to nuzzle into your hair. “Just me and my genius medical brain.”

You curl into him as he settles beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist, his skin still warm and faintly damp against your back.

“I’ll keep an eye on you for now,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “But if it gets worse, I am calling Suguru. And he’s better at the whole bedside stuff, y'know, bullying you into drinking water.”

You groan. “So scary.”

“I know,” he coos, mock-sympathetic as you bury your face into his chest and he exhales, relief softening his posture.

You must’ve drifted off at some point. Somewhere between the soothing rub of Satoru’s hand on your belly and his murmured reassurances into your hair, sleep swept over you with ease. Your tummy still aches a little, but your body finally gives in, tucked safely in Satoru’s arms.

He stays there for a while.

Longer than he probably should, considering Suguru’s downstairs in the kitchen preparing breakfast for three. But he can’t bring himself to move, not when your breathing’s finally evened out, not when your lashes are fanned soft against your cheeks and your fingers are curled loosely in the fabric of bedsheets.

Eventually, though, duty (and the smell of food) calls.

Satoru slips out from under the blanket like a pro, moving slow and careful, even as your hand twitches in protest. He presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls the covers back over your shoulders.

“Doctor’s orders,” he whispers, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Rest. I’ll bring you some toast.”

Downstairs, the clatter of cookware and the faint scent of fried garlic and something sweet fill the kitchen. Suguru’s at the stove, hair tied up in a loose bun, wearing pajamas and an apron. There’s a crease of concentration between his brows as he stirs something in a pan, back turned when Satoru walks in.

“You took your sweet time,” Suguru mutters without looking up. “I was afraid you both got lost." Glancing over his broad shoulder, his voice grows more quiet, "where’s my baby?”

Satoru drops himself onto a bar stool, half naked now thanks to the sweatpants he put on. “Sleeping. Tummy ache.”

Suguru turns, brows immediately furrowing. “What kind of tummy ache?”

“Just a little queasy. Said everything smelled weird, didn’t wanna eat. Was too embarrassed to tell either of us because God forbid she use the fact that she’s dating two medical professionals for her own benefit.”

Suguru sighs through his nose, annoyance already melting into quiet concern. “You check for fever? Tenderness?”

“Yeah. Little warm. No acute pain though. Probably just stress. Or something she ate.”

He nods, turning back to the stove, but you can see it in the set of his shoulders - he’s chewing on it.

“I could’ve made her ginger tea,” he murmurs.

“You still can,” Satoru says, voice gentler now. “I just didn’t wanna wake her. She looked so tired, Suguru.”

There’s a quiet moment. The eggs hiss in the pan. The scent of miso and jasmine rice hangs in the air like a comfort blanket.

“…She didn’t want me?” Suguru asks softly, almost to himself. Violet eyes narrowing down at the eggs. Jealousy hidden in his tone.

Satoru watches him for a second. Then stands.

He walks up behind Suguru and presses his chest to his back, arms wrapping around his waist as he leans down to rest his chin on his shoulder.

“She wanted both of us,” Satoru murmurs into his ear. “But sometimes people don’t know how to ask for help when they feel small.”

Suguru’s hands slow on the spatula.

“…I’ll bring her tea,” he says, voice low. “And the toast you promised.”

“And a kiss,” Satoru adds with a grin.

Suguru climbs the stairs with a tray balanced in one hand - tea steeping, toast buttered lightly, a few cut-up slices of pear arranged on the side like he’s hoping something will tempt your stomach back to life.

He pushes the bedroom door open slowly with his hip.

You’re still curled in the sheets, hair mussed and lashes fluttering as you start to stir. The soft clink of ceramic must’ve pulled you from the edges of sleep, because you shift with a tiny groan, blinking blearily up at the silhouette in the doorway.

“…Toru?” you mumble, voice rough and sweet with sleep.

Suguru almost halts, a bit more frusterated, because why didn't you call him? Why didn't you need him? He’s better at this kind of thing, don't you know?

“…No, angel. Just me,” he says quietly, stepping in. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

Your eyes widen a bit when you realize who it is, and you look momentarily sheepish. Guilty, even.

“Oh…” you whisper. “He said he wouldn’t tell you.”

Suguru sets the tray on the nightstand and sits beside you, brows drawing in with something too tender to be disappointment, but too honest to be nothing.

“He didn’t tell me,” he says gently. “I asked.”

You fidget with the corner of the blanket. Not quite meeting his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I just… I didn’t want to worry you.”

His expression softens completely at that, pain and adoration warring in his chest. He cups your cheek with one hand, thumb brushing under your chin just to get you to look at him.

“Worrying about you is part of the job, baby,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to hide when you’re not feeling good. Not from me.”

You swallow, lips wobbling. Tears threatening. Why does he always make it so hard. “But you made breakfast, and you’re always taking care of everyone, and I know you'd ask those embarrassing questions, like if I - ”

Suguru cuts you off by leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then your cheek. Then the corner of your mouth.

“I want to take care of you,” he whispers, voice thick with feeling. “That’s not a burden, it’s a privilege.”

You sniffle, eyes glossy. “I feel gross. I was gonna throw up earlier.”

He brushes a hand down your side. “And I’d hold your hair back if you did.”

You crumple.

“Don’t make that your romantic line,” you mumble into his chest, and he chuckles softly.

He coaxes you up just enough to sip some tea, holding the cup for you like you’re delicate and precious. Which, to him, you are. You settle into his side as you drink, and he rests his chin on top of your head.

“…Next time,” he says, after a quiet moment, “call for me first. Okay?”

You nod, a little guilty. “Okay.”

He presses another kiss to your crown, arms wrapping around you like he’s keeping all your little broken pieces from spilling out.

“Good girl.”

The next time you wake, the light filtering through the blinds is tinged warm and golden, the kind of hazy evening glow that makes everything feel soft around the edges. You blink slowly, body still heavy, and shift beneath the comforter with a groggy little sigh.

Something’s tucked into your arms.

Not the pillow you remember falling asleep. Your fingers curl instinctively around plush fur and a tiny satin ribbon.

It’s a stuffed animal. A fat, round calico cat with sparkly eyes and a ridiculously oversized head. It smells faintly of Satoru, his cologne and the faint clinical scent of the hospital.

Your heart squeezes a little in your chest.

There’s a folded note pinned between its tiny paws.

“Stopped by on my break. Pedialyte’s in the fridge. Sugu will be back soon. - Toru <3”

You read it twice. Smile once.

The ache in your belly is still there, but somehow… duller now. Softer around the edges. Easier to sit with when you’re wrapped up in blankets, a stuffed cat in your arms, and the quiet knowledge that your boys thought of you, even between patients, even while juggling god knows what in their day.

The apartment is still. Peaceful.

Somewhere in the fridge, there's a bottle of blue Pedialyte with your name on it. And in another hour or so, Suguru will be home too - probably with soup, and a forehead kiss, and a quiet grumble about how they both should’ve stayed home with you.

You pull the stuffed cat closer to your chest and close your eyes again.

Maybe it’s not so bad to admit you have a tummy ache. Not when it means being spoiled so much by them.

[sereia4skz]

Hi! How are you? I hope you're doing well. I've been going through your writing and I absolutely love them, especially how you portray the boys.

Can I have an crack ot8 (chat or oneshot) where the reader is romantically involved with them but SOMEHOW completely misses the fact that they're idols? Like the reader lives under a rock, thinks the "tours" are just them going around the world for fun, etc. Reader one day sees a billboard of them and goes "... wait a second."

drabble | wait!? what!

pairing: poly!ot8 x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: theres a text screenshot in there, oblivious reader

word count: ?

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

You don’t ask questions.

You’ve never been the nosy type. If your boyfriends, yes, plural, and no, you don’t know how that happened either, say they’re going on a “group trip to Tokyo for a few days,” you just tell them to pack enough clean socks and sunscreen.

Han texts you that they’re off to “another city thing.” Chan FaceTimes you from what looks like a fancy hotel in LA and says they’re rehearsing. You just think they’re part of a really enthusiastic dance club. Or a boy scout troop with exceptionally good jawlines.

Look, it’s not your fault they never explicitly said what they did. You just assumed they were all rich, hot, polyglots with expensive hobbies. You’re not shallow. You’re just very chill about red flags. Because why would you assume idols over trust funds…

Today, you’re walking home from the convenience store, humming, when you glance up at a massive LED screen above a department store.

And freeze.

Because staring back at you, in crisp HD, are eight extremely familiar faces. Your boyfriends. Wearing leather. Posing in sync. Singing.

"♪ STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD ♪"

You blink.

"...Wait a second."

You squint. Is that… Minho doing a spin kick? Felix growling in slow motion? Seungmin with a mic and a smolder?

You nearly drop your corn dog.

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You’re sitting on the couch in stunned silence as eight of the most famous men in the world sheepishly crowd around you, trying not to laugh.

“I thought you were, like… international gym bros,” you whisper.

Minho snorts.

“We have an endorsement with Louis Vuitton.”

“Okay but that could be gym clothes!”

Felix cuddles you from behind. “Does it bother you?”

You look around. At the men who cook you dinner, take turns cuddling you when you’re sick, and sneak kisses like they’re still getting away with something. All of them nervously awaiting your reaction.

“No,” you mumble. “I just feel like I missed a memo. Or several… world tours’ worth.”

Han grins. “We’ll give you the full discography later.”

Seungmin leans in. “Starting with our debut, or the pre-debut reality show where Chan hyung scolds every episode?”

Chan buries his face in a pillow. “WHY.”

You look around at your “very normal” boyfriends. And sigh.

“Okay. But next time, if any of you get invited to the Met Gala or something… please just tell me.”

Jeongin smirks. “You mean again?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN?!”

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[inthelow]

SMOKE SPRITE — jeon jungkook (3).

Pairing: fem! reader x jeon jungkook

Summary: you and Jungkook aren’t that close, you were supposedly dating his best friend… then why is he about to fuck you in the back of his car?

Genre/Warning: literally porn with a little plot; mentions of cheating but not really??; some cursing, dry humping; oral sex (fem receiving/cum eating)

author’s note: guys this was supposed to be a cute little blowjob drabble lmao, why am i making it a fanfic for you horny bitches?. You can find part one and part two.

Jungkook was fucked up.

He knew he was doing something wrong, really bad. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, he couldn’t stop thinking about touching you again. He couldn’t stop thinking about making you feel good, make you cum. It was only two days ago that he had tasted you and he was loosing his mind. He hadn’t had any agreement with himself about you. He spent all day thinking that it was definitely wrong wanting you in that way, specially because of his friend who was crazy over you.

He’s supposed to be good. He’s supposed to forget about it and move on. He’s supposed to do so many things that didn’t include you. But he didn’t, he was lying in bed trying not to stroke his cock as he thought about you and those nights in his car. The night you gave him the best head of his life, the night he got to taste you. He was loosing his mind thinking how he could have you alone again. Planning an event with your friends, going to a bar or club. He even thought about throwing a party in his house. He was going absolutely crazy.

And the worst thing was that he knew you weren’t crazy about him. You were probably with Taehyung, going out and giggling like some high school girl. You were probably thinking about your next date with him. Or worse, you were probably fucking him. And he was probably making you feel good, he was probably touching you in ways Jungkook couldn’t right now— Oh, how he hated his mind sometimes.

But even more that day. Because he felt incredibly stupid and embarrassed. It’s been only two days, if he was that horny he knew he could just call someone up and any other girl would be available. Why was he suffering for you?. Why was he acting like a schoolboy about you?. Lying down in his bed, rock-hard, trying not to text… Should he?. Would you answer?. You would probably pretend nothing happened like the first time. Or you would probably say it was just some mistake you shouldn’t repeat—

Ring, Ring, Ring.

Jung-kook’s phone buzzed. He felt guilt creeping up into his skin when he saw the name of the contact. Taehyung.

“Hello?”

“What’s up, dude?” Taehyung’s voice was low and chill. “I saw a fucking spider on my pillow today—”

Taehyung started rambling about something Jungkook didn’t give a fuck about. It was normal for his friend to call him just to say random shit, specially on off days where they were just living their own boring life outside the performance of being idols.

And Jungkook loved Taehyung, he really did. He was one of his best friends. But the guilt and annoyance was something he couldn’t shake every time he talked with him. And he knew he was wrong for it. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling that way. He shouldn’t hate that his friend was the one that could have you loudly. He shouldn’t hate that Taehyung was the one that could have you anytime he wanted. And he definitely shouldn’t hate that feeling of being too late. Why was that now he was so suddenly burning for you?. It was attraction or just a sick obsession of having someone forbidden?. Why was he feeling that now? He knew you for a long time. Why was he now interested? Why now that you and Taehyung decided to see where things could go in the future?.

He felt like a sick fucker. Because even if he hated those feelings… He didn’t want to stop. He just wanted to keep going. He wanted to have you just for himself.

“Hey, I was thinking about throwing a party this weekend in a new bar Downtown. What do you think?” Jungkook said, interrupting whatever his friend was saying.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

“Great. I’ll see what I can do. Talk to you later?.”

“Uhm, actually— ” Taehyung hesitated. “I wanted to tell you something.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“So— Y/n, right?” Jungkook blinked. “It’s been a while since we— you know.” Taehyung chuckled nervously. “I was thinking about finally asking her to be my girlfriend tonight.”

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Jungkook felt his blood freeze for a moment. His jaw clenched and his fingers pressed his phone harder. “Ah, I thought you guys were casual.”

“Yeah, we were. But I think I would like to make it official, you know?. I really like her” Taehyung sounded sincere. “Why? Do you think it’s a bad idea?.”

“No— I mean, she’s great.” It almost felt too forced to say it aloud. “If you really like her…” He couldn’t finish his sentence.

“I do.” He sighed, sounding more relaxed again. “I was just nervous and needed a boost. Thanks, man.”

“Of course” Jungkook was going to kill himself. “Good luck tonight.”

“Than—.”

Jungkook hang up before Taehyung could finish his sentence. He stood from his bed, walking around his room trying not to scream or punch something. Why was he so bothered about it?. Maybe this was great. Maybe he could finally pretend nothing happened between the two of you and move on.

But as he kept walking around with his jaw clenched, his thoughts making a mess of his mind— He realized maybe he couldn’t forget about you quite yet…

He cursed himself as he dial your number. One ring, two. At the third tone you answered.

“Hello?”

He blinked, his hands sweating “Hey, it’s Kook.”

“I know. I saw the name.” You chuckled. “What’s up?.”

Your voice was unbothered. Calm and slow. You sounded so sexy, Jungkook wanted to fuck you so bad from just that.

“Are you free right now?.”

“Uhm— not really.”

He sighed, trying to find something. “I just— there’s something I need to tell you in person.”

“Can’t it be tomorrow?” you asked, there was some noise in the background. Things were moving, you were getting ready.

“Not really” Jungkook said. The next phrase almost sounding like a pleading. “Are you in your house?. I can drive and make it fast.”

“Well, I’m supposed to leave in less than an hour…”

“Great. I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Swear it’ll be fast.”

You paused. There was a silence where he got anxious. “Fine, but hurry up.”

“I’ll see you in twenty”

He didn’t let you say anything else. Hanging up before you could change your mind and grabbing his keys to run to your place. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do but he knew he had to see you before Taehyung.

When Jungkook arrived to your loft parking, you were already waiting for him there.

There weren’t many cars and you were fast to indicate him your parking number so he could stop the car. He watch you walked to him. Wearing a short skirt and stiletto boots. He wanted to roll his eyes and shot himself in the head hating the idea you were looking so pretty for another man. Thinking that if you say yes tonight Taehyung was going to be able to fuck you in that outfit… No, to fuck you any day, any time you wanted. Any time you felt needy.

God, he was mad.

You opened the car and took a seat. Smiling slightly at him and looking gorgeous as always. “Hey, what’s up?.”

He was supposed to invent a lie. He was supposed to say something about how he was feeling. He’s supposed to talk about something or invent something to why he was there. He’s supposed to say something… But he couldn’t. He felt like a horny teenager trying to do contain his hormones in front of the girl he had a crush on. So— Instead of saying something, anything at all —, he quickly moved closer to you and grabbed you by the back of your head to stamp his lips to yours.

He could feel your surprise. But he didn’t give you anytime to doubt, pushing you to the window - even though his tight hit the gear stick- and pushing his other hand to your cheek. At first your hands pressed his chest in order to push him away but he did not back down at any time, kissing you harder. And the true was, you didn’t put that much effort and strength either.

Jungkook kissed you with hunger, like he needed it. His lips grabbed your lower trying to open your mouth and, when you finally did, he slid his tongue to taste you. He missed that, being able to kiss you, to have something from you. Your hands grabbed his wrist and he backdown a little just to kissed you slower so you could feel his desire, his yearning. He wanted you to be able to feel how he wanted you. How bad he wanted to kiss you, to touch you, to make you feel good.

“I’ve missed you.” He said between kisses. “I’ve been thinking about you since last time. Every damn minute.”

“Wait, Jungkook—.”

He kissed you again, not being able to take a rejection. Not when he was kissing you like this. Not when he was burning for you, when his hands were itching to touch every part of your skin. His right hand touched your waist and the other one the back of your neck.

“Let me make you feel good…”

“I’m supposed to…” You sighed when he started kissing your jaw. “I’m supposed to met Taehyung later.”

He stoped, just for a second.

His teeth find your neck and he gave it a little bite. You tried to push him again - a little too effortless- before his tongue found your neck, trying to leave a mark. He sucked slowly before leaving small and soft kisses. Your back arched a little and he wanted to moan in your skin.

“Is that why you look so pretty?” He asked, trying not to sound jealous. “For him?.” He didn’t give you time to answer, his hand in your waist moving to your tummy. “Is that why you’re wearing this little skirt?.” He grabbed the hem of it, moving it slowly. “You want him to touch you?. Do you think he’s going to touch you like me?”

“Jungkook—”

Your voice wasn’t a pleading one, or whinny. It was a warning, like if the subject he was touching was dangerous. Like you weren’t supposed to talk about it. But he wasn’t having it. Because if he had to make Taehyung a loser fucker for you to let him touch you, he was going to do it. He was no saint, and he was definitely going to hell. Specially with that incredible and pathetic obsession he had for you.

His lips brushed yours. “What? Did he touch you better than me?” He asked without shame. “Tell me. And I’ll show you I can do better.”

His fingers slipped under your skirt. His thumb sliding from your thigh to your center. He did some pressure to spread your legs slightly before he could touch you. The pad of his thumb rubbed your clothed clit. You sighed and his mouth found your neck again.

“Wait. Tae—”

“Shut up.” He frowned, his mouth going up to yours again. “Do I have to put something in your mouth so you can shut the fuck about him?.”

His lips pressed against yours. Kissing you with fury and hunger, he wanted you to forget about him, that you would only be able to remember his name by making you scream it so loudly of pleasure. He wanted to make you cry and whine about him, about how he was the only one to make you feel this good. How he was the only one to make you break apart.

His thumb continued to move over your clit for a couple more seconds before pushing your underwear aside. He could feel your wetness on his fingers once he started to touch you further. His index finger collected your juices before he started rubbing your cunt faster, trying to make you feel better. You sighed and he inserted his finger, still playing with your clit. He could feel your warm and tightness. He bit your lip to not moan, fantasizing how it would feel to be inside you.

Shit. He was so hard. He was becoming desperate. He wanted you to feel the same as him, needy, crazy about his touch. He was going mad. Jungkook was falling apart of just thinking of being inside you. And you haven’t even touched him yet.

He kept pushing his finger in and out of you, playing with your clit with fury. You squirmed under his touch, legs trembling slightly. He could feel you getting close. His fingers were covered of your juices, your hole was getting tighter around his finger. You jolt and moan And then, he took his hand away from you. Your hips moved a little trying to find his hand. He pushed away from you, giving you a peck before going back to his seat, still facing you.

“What— What are you doing?.”

Your breathing was heavy, you frowned frustrated. Your cheeks were blushed and your eyes heavy. He looked at you with a little smirk. Jungkook took his two fingers soaked in your juices to his mouth before sucking them so he could taste you. His eyes rolled back slightly and he tried not to moan. His eyes darkened more than before. He was losing it.

Jungkook made a quick jump to move to the back seat. Taking a seat in the middle while spreading his legs and breathing heavily. He looked at you with desire, a hunger you had never seen in anyone before. His palms pressed against his thighs and he pulled his head back slightly without breaking eye contact.

“If you want me— come take me.”

You looked at him for a couple of seconds in silence. And the confidence he exude was making you horny. But Jungkook was actually about to break. The fake confidence was just a shield he put to make a move. He wanted for you to want him. Because if you were to open the door and leave, or reject him with words— he was going to cry for hours about it.

He swallowed hard when he saw you move to him. Jungkook felt a little lighter, like a weight leaving his shoulders. He didn't remove eye contact as you climbed on top of him, putting each leg on the side of his hip before pressing a button of the seat to make him fall backwards. Not all the way back, but enough so that he was leaning back slightly. His hands found your waist and yours tangled in his hair before kissing him hard.

And Jungkook lost every power he had.

He wished he had control, a little bit of power to make you feel like he was the one leading. But he wanted you so much, so fucking much. He wanted to make a mess out of you, he wanted to touch in the right places, The right places no one else could reach. He wanted you so bad he was willing to take anything you could give him. And he wished he had some shame, some backbone. Because when he felt you kiss him like you wanted him again, he could only moan in your mouth.

Your fingers slid down his body, rubbing his muscles gently until they reached his abs. Your lips moved to his jaw and then to his neck. Jungkook sighed with pleasure as your fingers slipped under his shirt to rub his defined abs before moving to unbuckle his belt with ease. He lifted his legs so he could help you pull down his pants. His cock was marked in his underwear. Pre-cum protruding slightly. Your fingers wrapped around it. He bit his lip to not moan again.

Your hand moved slowly up and down on his clothed cock. His tip twitched, now sticking out over his underwear. Red and pretty. Jungkook moved his hands to grip your thighs tightly, fingers leaving a mark. You pressed your thumb in his tip to moved his pre cum around it, slowly and sticky.

“Wait— I’ll come fast. I wanna be inside you.” Jungkook grabbed your wrist. You moved to looked at him. “I wanna feel you, pretty.”

You nodded. “Yeah?.”

“Yeah.” He nodded faster, his hands moving to put his underwear down “. I’ve been dreaming about you. How you feel. Fuck, fuck. I wanna make you feel so good. I wanna fuck you so good, pretty.”

But you laughed. A mean dry laugh that made him froze in place.

Your fingers gently grasped the hem of your skirt so you could pull it up to your hips. Your legs moved up to his waist, moving your underwear to the side. His cock was slapping against his abdomen, hard and begging to be touched.

“You think you’re gonna fuck me?.” You titled your head . “Just stay still.”

You sat on top of his cock, your flesh wrapping around the length of it. Your juices serving as a lubricant so you could begin to move slowly over him. Jungkook whined, grabbing your hips so he could touch your skin. Your hands found his chest, you leaned in slightly so you could see him.

Jungkook wanted to cry of pleasure. He couldn’t believe he was able to feel you this way finally. He bit his lower lip and tried to imagine other things to not come so fast. But it was so hard, the way you were moving on top of him. The way your eyes were getting lazy. The way he could feel your warm and wetness coating his cock. He swore everything with you was better, every little thing maximized by a hundred.

He wanted to see you cry in pleasure, cry for him. He felt so pathetic begging for a fuck. And he wished he had any shame by doing this but his hips only buckled up trying to get you closer to him. He was dying for you to come all over him. But he was dying to be inside you so much more.

“Please let me fuck you.” He begged. “I’ll be good, please. I swear I’ll be good for you— Fuck, shit… I’ll make you feel good…”

You stopped. And he wanted to kill himself.

“I said no. Take what I give you.”

He swallowed hard, admiring you above him. You didn’t move and he nodded quickly trying to make you go back to the motion of before.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He complained. “Just move, baby— Fuck… Please, please…”

He kept bucking his hips up into you with quiet mewls, biting his lip and slightly rolling his eyes. His breath becoming heavier. He just couldn't bring his hips to stop. He didn’t want to, he wanted to see you get off. He wanted to feel you come.

Jungkook moaned when you started moving again, slowly dragging your cunt against his aching cock. You grabbed his jaw to kiss him again and moan in his mouth. His fingers grabbed your hair to keep you in place, sliding his tongue in your mouth. You kept working on his swollen cock, moving back and forth to continue satisfying your clit.

He was losing his mind. His dick twitching, pre cum dripping in his abs, your cunt grinding hard against him. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He could feel your flesh swallowing all his length, dripping over him, making a mess. He could feel the way your sticky cunt tighten around him, your clit palpitating hard. You moved a little so his tip could play with your clit, slowly and hard. You moaned in his mouth and Jungkook threw his head back to whined.

He felt pathetic. Tears forming in his eyes at the sensation. Feeling you trying to reach your high, feeling all. He swore he would do anything- cut his arms, lose all his money, not having sex ever again- if you just moved to put him inside you. If he could just feel your insides, if he could just fuck you. He wanted to beg more, but he knew he would probably make you mad and he didn’t want you to stop. Not now, not ever.

“Shit, so good.”

You whispered and he groaned. He’s so close, he could feel a knot in his tummy. His dick twitching, his eyes glassy with tears. You looked down to make eye contact. Your eyes lost in pleasure, your cheeks red and your lips swollen. And that make him lost it. He grabbed your jaw to kiss you hard before throwing his head back to grunt. He was coming. And so were you. You moved faster, he pressed your hips down to his.

He came hot into your folds, thick ropes of cum all over your cunt and his abdomen. And it was so good that he could cry. You moaned, dripping all over him. His cock sore and softening against your clit, cum dribbling onto your nub and painting your cunt with his load. It felt sticky and dirty.

Jungkook’s heart was pounding, his breathing unsteady. For a second, he felt everything moving slowly. Your hands gripping his shoulders, your body leaning against him as his fingers run down your back. For a second it's all too much. For a second he felt this is the right thing. This is how it should be. Just the two together, making each other feel good.

But he doesn’t want it to be over so soon. Specially no after you were the one taking control. Of course not after what is supposed to happen later. He has to show you he is good. He wants to show you that he can make you feel good. He wants to prove himself to you. He was sure he will do anything to make you see that he could be enough. It was hard to do that when you won’t let him do anything to you but he knew now what lines he could cross. And shame was something he didn’t have with you anymore.

Junkook grabbed your body hard and fast so he could lay you down on the seat. Moving so that he could kneel in the small space between the seats and in front of your legs. You looked down, confused and somewhat lost, still coming down from the high.

“What are you doing?.”

“I haven’t finish with you.”

Jungkook grabbed your legs to put you closer to his chest, your ass almost leaving the seat. He opened your legs without delicacy, taking your underwear down your ankles. His mouth salivating when he saw the rope of cum covering your folds. And he thought it’s perfect. This is perfect. He wants to see you covered in him forever. He wants to give you all he has to offer. He wants to see you fucked up and crying for him, covered in his cum— forever.

His mouth was on you in an instant, tongue lapping up the mess he had uncovered like he didn’t care about anything else. His eyes rolled back at the taste, eating his own cum from your cunt. The first swipe was slow, tasting every bit of the slick coating your folds. He thinks it’s the perfect taste, the perfect meal. Both of you dripping from your pussy. The next was rougher, hungrier, tongue pressing deeper as he groaned into your heat. He wants nothing more than this.

He licks you clean, every part of your pussy getting clean with his tongue. Drinking all of it. and he’s sure this wouldn’t be the last time. Because there was no way he could spent another week not tasting you, not feeling your heat in his face. He couldn’t bare the thought of it. And he wants to cry of how good, of how dirty this is. How months ago he would hate doing this and now he was lost in eating you out tasting himself in you.

Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging slightly at the overstimulation before sprouting and throwing your head back to moan. Now he was eating you good. Now that you were cleaner than before he was moving his tongue to your clit and sucking hard. Your back arches and he swears that is the best view. Watching you break apart, open legs, back arched, trembling and moaning.

So Jungkook gets sloppy with it, getting more into it. He doesn’t care about how messy he gets. lips and chin completely covered of your juices but he loves it. He practically drowns himself between your thighs, gripping them so tightly as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. And he knows you will soon but he prefers not to think about it. He prefers to pretend that you’re his now, spreading your legs only for him, making those sweet noises only for him.

You have to know. That in this moment, you’re his.

He presses your thighs hard and pulls slightly apart. Your head quickly moves to look at him, exasperated, looking for your ralease. Your eyes with tears and your lips red. Jungkook looked drunk, chin full of your juices and swollen lips.

“It’s only polite to look at me while I eat you out.” He licked his lips. “Don’t you think, pretty?.”

You swallow hard. Remembering the first night you had together and the words you said to him while sucking him off. He sinks his head back into your cunt, his eyes still glued to yours as he sucks on your clit. And it’s doesn’t take you too much to come undone. Not looking away a when you moaned and shake in his mouth. Not looking away when he drinks your juices, not looking away when he cleans the rest of it like a starved man.

And for a moment, he sees it. He’s ruining you too.

So he kisses you. Strong and slow. Making you taste the flavor of you both in his mouth. Staining you with your own juice. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth so he can make you taste everything. And he can't believe how you've ruined everything for him. What seemed dirty to him before, now made him horny. Anything you liked, anything he could try with you, it made him go feral. It made him want more. But only if it was with you.

It takes you both a few minutes to come back to reality. Still in the back of the car as you try to control your breathing back to normal. He was tracing your cheek slowly with his fingers while leaning in the seat trying to make the moment last a little longer. Both of you lying on your sides and facing each other.

“That was good, huh?.” He breaks the silence.

You snort and he smiles.

“It really was.”

He can feel his chest filling with pride. Eyes sparkling at the thought of making you his, hope making his way to his body. Maybe you will realize he could give you what you needed. Not Taehyung.

“You want to go upstairs? I can run a bath for you.”

As he finishes his phrase, he can feel the hope shatter. Your eyes dart to the side and he can feel the discomfort beginning to fill the air.

“Shit.” You cursed, sitting up and taking your phone out. “I was supposed to leave ten minutes ago…”

“Then stay.” Jungkook sat, looking at you a little egocentric. “Why do you wanna see him anyway?.”

You paused, Then— looked at him, this time less enchanted by what happened before. Mad, annoyed.

“Jungkook…”

“Yeah, I know.” He rolled his eyes, rubbing his face with frustration. “Can I ask you… are you in love with him?.”

You frowned confused. “Why are you asking me that?.”

“You know why.”

There’s a silence. It felt weird, uncomfortable. You didn’t know what he was trying to do. And, to be honest, maybe he didn’t know either.

“Jungkook, there’s something between me and Taehyung.”

“Love?” he questioned. “I don’t think you will be doing all this if you love him.”

“What are you trying to do?” You snapped. “What do you think is gonna happen?. I will break things with him and run to you? His best friend.” You shook your head. “And then what? We’ll live happily ever after?— Do you know how fucked up that is?.”

“This is fucked up.” He argued, regretting immediately to say it out loud.

You pressed your lips together before nodding slowly. “Yeah, this is fucked up.”

“Come on— I was just… I don’t know, okay?” He groaned. “I don’t like seeing you with Taehyung.”

“You don’t get to decide who I am with.” you stated. “And you’re right. This is fucked up. I don’t know why I’m doing this. But it’s over…”

“I didn’t mean it like that…”

“It’s better if we don’t see each other for some time, Jungkook.”

You left before he could say anything. And he cursed himself for being so stupid. Because he knew he wasn’t in love with you. And he knew he was being a jealous greedy fucker by bringing up Taehyung. He didn’t know what he was trying to do but definitely not pushing you away.

He punched the leather seat before making a sound of frustration. Why was he so obsessed with you?.

sometimes dry humping is better than sex but u guys wouldn’t get it 🤚🏻

this might have a few mistakes i’ll edit later bc i was lazy to edit it 😓 anyway this was supposed to be porn but now the plot thickens??? but did i eat or what???

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[thatonegrimm]

Do you write for the girls? If so can you do a girls day out shopping trip drabble with huntrix?

Thank you so much for your request! 💖

Sorry this one took a bit—I may have gotten a little carried away 😅 Your idea actually inspired me to turn it into a full shopping trip series, so while this drabble sat in the drafts, I was busy running wild with the larger concept!

Here’s your original request—and thank you again for the spark of inspiration! 🛍️✨

“Spoiled by Demon Hunters”

 Summary: You didn’t mean to be the center of attention. But when the girls of Huntrix take you shopping? You end up walking out with their affection in the form of accessories, eyeliner, and one aggressively heartfelt hoodie.

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The mall was supposed to be for them.

You tagged along for moral support. Maybe to hold a few bags, offer an opinion in the fitting room, stop Zoey from impulse-buying another sequined bucket hat that she’d swear was “iconic” but would absolutely never wear in public.

You weren’t here to shop.

Not for yourself, anyway.

You were the background character today— the designated water bottle holder, the emergency lip balm lender, the one who stood outside dressing rooms and offered thumbs-ups through the curtain.

And for a while, that was exactly how it went.

You offered nods of approval when Mira stepped out in a perfectly tailored jacket. Hyped Zoey’s crop top like a supportive bestie. Helped Rumi decide which eyeliner shade screamed “battle ready, but polite.”

You were just here.

But somewhere between the first boutique and the third iced drink of the afternoon, things start shifting.

You’re flipping through a rack, not really looking, when Rumi gently drapes a scarf over your shoulders.

Mira passes you a ring without comment, like she already knew your size.

Zoey, without ceremony, tosses a hoodie into your arms with a grin and a “This is so you it’s criminal.”

And it keeps happening.

They keep handing you things.

Not with the casual “hold this while I try on shoes” energy.

But with purpose.

With care.

With intent.

They’re picking things for you.

And you don’t know when that started—but by the time your drink is half empty, your hands are full of affection in the form of fabric, metal, and soft cotton ghosts.

You blink down at it all.

It wasn’t supposed to be your shopping day.

But apparently, none of them got the memo.

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🪽 Rumi finds you a scarf.

You don’t even realize it at first.

One second, she’s flipping through a rack of longline cardigans with the same expression she wears while strategizing battle formations—eyebrows slightly furrowed, calculating fit and function.

The next, she’s standing in front of you, holding up a scarf.

Soft. Lightweight. Just the right shade to pull color from your jacket without matching too perfectly. She doesn’t ask. She doesn’t hold it up like a suggestion.

She just gently loops it around your neck.

Smooth, practiced. Like she’s done it a thousand times before.

“Goes with your jacket,” she murmurs, adjusting the knot slightly with a featherlight touch. “And you’ll need it when it gets cold later.”

You blink. “I’m not cold now—”

But she’s already walked off.

Checking Zoey’s basket for impulse earrings and Mira’s distance from the checkout counter like she’s running a team op, not a casual shopping trip.

She doesn’t wait for thanks. Doesn’t make it a big deal.

But later—when the air conditioning hits just right and a chill sneaks down the back of your neck—you instinctively tug the scarf closer.

It’s warmer than you expected.

You press your face into the soft fabric and breathe in the faint scent of Rumi’s perfume—something floral and clean, like sakura petals and old rain—and realize…

You kind of get it now.

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🗡️ Mira finds you a ring.

You’re trailing behind the others in a little accessory alcove—Zoey’s squealing over mood nail polish and Rumi’s already scanning the next display for “non-cursed” jewelry—when Mira peels off from the group without a word.

She doesn’t say anything for a long while.

You think she’s just bored until she suddenly appears beside you, silent as ever, and presses something cool into your hand.

A ring.

Simple. Clean. Silver with a flat top and a slightly rough edge like it’s been worn before. Not polished. Not flashy. Not trendy. It looks more like something someone passed down on accident—a piece that lived in someone’s drawer long after they stopped wearing it.

You glance at her. “...You picked this?”

She gives the smallest nod. “Good shape. Doesn’t snag. Won’t bend.”

You try it on, unsure. It fits snug around your finger. Doesn’t slide. Doesn’t spin. Just sits there. Solid. Unmoving.

You glance up again, and Mira’s already looking somewhere else, like the moment never happened.

But then she adds—quiet, blunt:

“You were fidgeting earlier. Tapping your thumb on your phone case. Thought you’d like something solid to mess with.”

She doesn’t say it like she was paying close attention.

But she was.

You stare down at the ring, running your thumb along the edge.

She was right.

It does feel grounding. Like an anchor. Like something to hold onto when everything else slips.

You don’t take it off.

Not for the rest of the trip.

Not even after.

Not even once.

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 🦋 Zoey finds you a hoodie.

Well. “Finds” is a strong word.

Ambushes you with a hoodie might be more accurate.

One minute she’s gone—vanished into the tangled jungle of a 50% off rack labeled “Final Sale: No Returns”—and the next, she bursts back into view with wild eyes, winded breath, and an aura that says “I fought three spirits in there but I have returned with treasure.”

She shoves the hoodie into your arms like she’s discovered a divine relic.

“Put this on immediately.”

You blink down at it. It’s soft—stupidly soft. Slightly oversized. A warm gray color with little embroidered ghosts across the front, each one doing finger guns or wearing tiny sunglasses.

“You think I’m haunted?” you ask, already laughing.

Zoey gives you a look.

The look of someone who has very strong internal lore about you as a person.

“I think you’re soft but scary,” she says. “And this gives ‘poltergeist with a good playlist.’”

You snort, but you’re already sliding it over your head.

It fits too well. Like it already knew your shape.

The inside lining is plush enough to make you reconsider your entire relationship with warmth.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror—hood up, little ghosts dancing across your chest—and you realize you do look kind of like a problem.

But like, a huggable one.

Zoey claps like you just graduated from haunting school with honors.

“SEE?!” she crows. “You match my chaos aura now!”

She fist bumps one of the ghosts.

You wear it the rest of the day. Through three more stores. Into the café. Even while trying on earrings.

And somewhere between fitting rooms and boba refills, you realize you never took the tag off.

You just… kept it on.

Like you already belonged in it.

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You didn’t expect anything.

You weren’t even the focus.

This was supposed to be their day. Their break. Their turn to be soft and silly and stress-free for once.

You came to help.

To tag along. Carry bags. Take mirror pics. Be the background support that made things easier.

But somewhere along the way, you ended up with your arms full.

A scarf—warm, light, chosen with intention. A ring—simple, grounding, picked in silence. A hoodie—chaotic, comforting, shoved at you with absolute conviction.

And that’s when it hits you.

They didn’t just let you come.

They brought you in.

They chose you. Quietly. Softly. Consistently.

Over and over.

In every color. In every size. In every, “This made me think of you.”

You look down at your hands.

And you wouldn’t trade a single thing you’re holding.

Not for the world.

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M-List

[ybklix]

playing with his hair

giirrrl idk, a feral thought maybe; bf!felix x fem!reader w his long hair since i’m too lazy to make it a whole detail fic for now lol so, (i deadass tried to make it a drabble but it pass the 1k words😮‍💨)

genre - warnings: smut, fluff!! dry humping, handjob, grinding, unprotected piv, mention of cockwarming, idol bf felix btw

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is what i have to deal with everyday, actually, oopsies, he’s next to me rn! also writing in present it’s so new, I like to read it when yall write like that, but I’ll stick with past tense😁 edit: girl i had this in the drafts for days, but he was a little too happy in his recent promoting video, he’s sleeping outside, someone pick him up /jk srly pls

Felix likes to try new hairstyles ever since he let grow his hair, he feels very confident with it and likes the way you randomly stroke it every time you’re together.

Your idea of fun is one of those very rare free afternoons for him since he’s all the time busy at work; it’s when you’re just chilling together at your place because you feel too lazy to go out but very comfortable with each other’s company.

Your days are simple, and your hours with him are very limited but he always makes sure to enjoy being with him; so you try to do everything at once, watch a movie, talk, lay on his chest while he’s playing games on his cell phone… and suddenly, just playing around, with you sitting on his lap in front of him, giggling while playing with his hair.

“Fuck, your hair is so fried” you tease him with a smile, looking at your fingers entangling with his straight hair.

He pouts, “Stop, then don’t touch it…” he responds also joking, just watching you with heart and sparkling eyes.

Felix rests his hands on your tights and caresses them softly. You down your gaze to meet his, he’s suddenly looking at you so sweetly that makes your cheeks get a little warm.

“Can I play with it?” you asked joyfully.

“With what?”

“Your hair” you replied in an obvious tone, “I can do pigtails, braids, middle part, side part” you continue to say, laughing while playing with his hair.

Felix chuckles softly, completely in love, closing his eyes sometimes, then looking up at your arms.

“Wait here” you speak again, standing up from his lap and going to get a comb, hair ties, bobby pins and some random hair clips to take pictures of him just for fun.

“You can also do my make-up if you want” he comments, raising his thick voice so you can hear him.

You sit back down on his lap.

“Oh no, you wear makeup almost every day, let your face rest today” you answer, kissing him tenderly on the bridge of his nose, hiding a little bit the fact that you love seeing your boyfriend’s bare face, straight black eyelashes, big dark eyes, full lips, cheeks and nose with freckles all over.

You laugh at doing whatever you want with his hair, taking silly pictures every time you find him adorable, just giggling saying your favorite inside jokes, then ending with a bow on his hair.

“You can really use me, huh” Felix says, giving you a funny but adorable look with his eyes wide open.

Felix starts caressing your back, with more consistent and intense caresses and he suddenly realizes how you haven’t kissed each other on the lips the whole time, so he moves closer to you and you without hesitation receive his kiss, following a tender and slow rhythm at first, pressing your lips together in a delicate lip rubbing, but you’re a bit desperate when it comes to each other, so your boyfriend catches his breath between kisses and looks himself at the work of being more glued and pouncing on you, with his touches all over your body, from your thighs to your back, slipping his hands under your blouse to feel your bare skin.

Your make out starts to heat up precipitously that you can feel the growing erection in his shorts, so, with your hands wrapped around his neck, you begin to move over his cock, pressing it to your core and stimulating you both. At this point, your pussy is throbbing and you feel slightly heated. You’re always impressed by how incredibly fast you want and desire him. You both moan softly at the friction. As you pull apart you smile slightly mischievously at him and for some reason you start kissing his neck, which Felix loves so, causing him to give you a huge tender smile showing his teeth, clutching his grip on your hips tighter.

You pull away once more to meet the wide grin on his face, which gently turns into a slightly strained expression as you continue to move your body against his erection, Felix gasps, his lips forming a soft expression of satisfaction this time with his submissive facing enjoying the naughty act of crushing his cock with your center, with your clothes on.

“Fuck, baby, it feels so good” Felix sighs, biting his slightly swollen, full lips, lowering his gaze to your pussy being trapped in him, moving his erection back and forth, guiding your hips for better movement.

You smile satisfactorily at him in response, each time feeling the heat of your body and pussy brush against your panties, wetting them all over, just playing more with your arousal. You see him, he looks so fucking cute and yet so hot with the last few hairstyles you gave him, two little high ponytails with bows leaving the rest of his hair loose, he looked silly cute, but serious manly moans coming out of him contrasts somehow so perfectly.

Felix sighs again sonorously, his legs shaking a little, he doesn’t think he can take it long enough without cumming if you keep moving so dedicatedly on him so he speaks again:

“Mmm, c’mon baby, take off your clothes, or do you want me to take you to bed.”

A pleasant shock goes through your body as you hear him a little more needy, you’re not thinking straight and you don’t want to pull away from him so you just reply a simple, “It’s okay like this, Lix.”

With your heart beating fast you grab his shorts, indicating you want to pull them down, Felix helps you right away, releasing his pink, needy, throbbing cock, you look down at his member and then at the same time you join gazes, Felix looks at you so needy and innocent, his big eyes begging you to touch him, you can’t help but melt every time he does that and in a needy sigh, with your cheeks a little red, you stand up, embarrassed, pulling down your comfy cloth shorts along with your panties, climbing back onto his lap, catching your boyfriend licking his lips at the sight of your cute bare mons venus.

Felix smiles, so excited at the thought of feeling you on him again, now with the sensation of your warm wet center in him, he gets more excited at the thought that you were finally going to settle on him ready to fuck, however, you start pumping his entire erect length, making him gasp loudly as he throws his head back, marking his bulging Adam's apple in his throat. Felix returns to his posture, looking straight into you with desire, biting his lip as you with a smile, touch all over his cock, stroking his tip gently with your fingers, feeling his stiffness and the slight sticky precum sliding down your hand as you jerk him off.

You’re so wet, and Felix is getting over the edge, so you finally accommodate your body, squeezing your pussy tighter on his cock, grinding on it a little before you put his cock inside you, encouraging in him more arousal if that was possible, teasing him and you at the sensation of his dick rub between your labia, until you feel his throbbing member so foreplayed, and until you see your boyfriend’s sweet expression as he can’t resist anymore and, finally you insert his rigid manhood completely in you. The temperature of both your bodies rises, it feels so fucking good to be filled by him, every move you make comes out of pure bliss, panting, sliding on his cock in a rhythm that makes him shudder and moan; Felix feels every part of his body beat intensely, enjoying every thrust into him.

“Oh, fuck, l-ove, ke-keep going please, I’m gonna cum, fuuck” he whimpers, desperate in a high-pitched tone, closing his eyes.

Felix thinks about the idea of cumming all of him inside you, of filling you up, brings him to a better ecstasy and in a thick sigh of relief and satisfaction, he manages to cum, relaxing a bit all the tension built in his body, making his thighs restless in soft tingling and trembling. You rest your hands on his shoulders and hide your face on the side of his neck, moaning close to his ear and with your face brushing against his soft hair, gently overwhelming you with his sweet scent, you bite your lip at the sensation of his hot semen shooting inside you and you also sense you’re so close to your climax that, despite being slightly tired, you intensify and increase each movement, sliding a little more slippery as you are filled with his cum. You hug him without thinking, your walls squeeze his sensitive cock still stuck in your core, you’re climaxing so intensely that you open your mouth almost in an inaudible squeal, your vision blurs for a few seconds and you let yourself release completely onto your boyfriend.

You feel the joining of agitated chests and breaths, Felix hug you warmly wrapping your back, once again your body melts at the slightest touch of his, but you can’t help but feel him so close to you, acting tenderly. Felix doesn’t even have to say it, but you know he loves you, you feel it too, so you relax your body on top of him, stroke his hair and he gives you a soft kiss on your shoulder as he caresses your back and keeps you in such a vulnerable position with both sexes together, with you on top of him until you decide to move.

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𐙚TAGLIST: @rylea08 @hann1bee @iovecb97 @armystay89 @bubblebisk

[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓.

joaquin torres x reader

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [desc.] :: a short drabble between you and joaquin, from when you first met, to how it's going.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [a/n] :: HEEEYYYY it's me after... checks clock... two years?? finally got into writing again soooo expect marvel fics... who's excited for the new daredevil show... and that new spidey show is good too ALSO MARVEL RIVALS–

you slave away on your computer, dragging and dropping files, typing them up, doing whatever with them! god, you didn't think a government job would have you doing so much boring tedious work. you scroll and scroll onwards and it's a wonder your finger hasn't fallen off yet. ‘i guess i can't see president ross doing any of this stuff.’ you comment to yourself.

joaquin looks at you, well, it lingers– okay he's staring. he always does, he can't help it! ever since you started working here he can't stop. he walks by your office everyday since it's on his way to where he usually works. he's talked to you a couple times, did the thing where you nod to each other to acknowledge the other's presence. you even say good morning! that means you guys are like.. close right? at least work friends.

“so.. i went on a mission, couple days ago. pretty good, beat up a couple guys.” he blurts out, body leaning on your doorway, causing you to looking away from your own computer.

“oh really?”

“yeah.” he brags, “you should've been there, even sam was impressed.”

“i would've liked to, during work i don't look anywhere other than this damn computer,” you laugh.”

“y'know maybe, maybe we could–”

“joaquin, need you out front.” sam wilson calls from his comms, the voice of captain america sounding through the speakers.

“i think he needs you.” you smile at him, he smiles back but he's disappointed again, he wanted to ask you out! for coffee or whatever government coworkers do!

joaquin complains to sam about this later, talking about how he ruined his chances and how he needs to “hop off and let him soar” whatever the hell that meant, sam would've gotten on his case if he didn't scurry away as soon as they arrived back at base. running straight towards your working grounds.

he chills out before walking in the room. checking his hair, face, etc, etc. as he's fixing his uniform, you tap on his shoulder, eliciting a jolt from him.

“hey, whatcha’ waiting for?” you ask wondering why he was looking at his reflection in his blacked out phone screen, seemingly about to walk into your room with no one in it.

“oh, y'know, was waiting for you actually, about earlier i was gonna ask you… if you…” he nervously taps his sides with his hands, chuckling a bit; it's not like… not like he liked you! he just likes looking at you, yeah.. that seemed right. definitely.

“if i..?” you question, voice laced with confusion, but you had an idea of what he was attempting to ask.

“if like, you know, wanna go out with me, do whatever, i like going to the gym, if you couldn't tell.” he holds up his arms, muscles prominent but not bulging.

you can't help but stiffle a giggle, whether it was because of his– albeit– childish attempt at impressing you or because of his overall cuteness is up to debate.

“sure, why not, i'll be off at five…ish? later. we can go get dinner or something.”

“yeah! yeah of course, ill stop by later then, count on it.” he winks, as you walk back into your room. when you closed the door he nearly skipped his way back to his own work base.

after this moment you two became surprisingly close, he wasn't the awkward overcompensater from when you first met. he was genuinely funny, and charming too! wow, what a package deal, you think.

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days passed and the situation with the former president is finally over. you're unsettled with it all and you're on your way to joaquin's hospital room. you're upset he got dragged in so far but you did know it was a part of his job, still it made you soured your mood.

“hey joaquin.. how you doing today?” you walk in, sitting by his bed.

“better, thanks.. for being here.” he tries sitting up, groaning in the process.

“don't, you're gonna hurt yourself more.” your hand falls onto his, almost like natural instinct.

“sorry we haven't.. been able to go out lately. didn't think i'd get shot down from the sky.” he laughs, but with only a hint of humor in his actual tone.

you stare at him for a second, looking at his eyes, examining the damage. “you.. no. don't apologize, you'll get better. i know it.”

“can't wait to get outta here, we should get ice cream. i need something sweet or i might die.”

“hmm, to be fair you did almost die.” you lay your head on your hand, leaning closer to him.

“you're right, so that means we gotta go.” he glances at you, noticing your drowsy reddish eyes.

“mhm. m’ tired. didn't sleep last night.”

“why not?” he looks at you concerned.

“worried about you, haha..” you lean off of your hand, head landing on his lap. he watches as you slowly drift to sleep, still holding his hand, fingers interlocked.

his face is slowly fades into a pink color, and he holds your hand tighter, he falls asleep in this state as well, not wanting anything to ruin this moment between the two of you.

[galbiyun]

ᝰ.ᐟyou can't leave me with just a kiss

drabble★ wc; 656 loser﹗ jake make you mine

⋆˚࿔ ˚꩜ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Jake was popular in the campus. Not only for being handsome and popular but also from the rumors going around.

‘He’s built like a god’

‘They saw him leaving with Kate at the party’

‘He must be heavenly in bed’

You believed all of it. You couldn’t deny the fact that he’s hot, a hot nerd.

He is popular in the campus. You didn’t know him personally. You had friends who either just talked with him or were closer to him. Didn't really have a specific reason to talk to him.

You were on your bed, scrolling on a dating up on call with your best friend, not thinking much of it., swipping right and left, you saw a familiar face.

⋆˚࿔ ˚꩜ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

5 hours ago you were waiting on your couch, same as the other dates. Waiting for no other than Jake to come pick you up for your date.

That night you decided to swipe on him with two possible explanations outcomes.

1. He either went the flow or got embarrassed but it went well.

2. He called you out and with his overly-social skills got you outcasted.

At first he was embarrassed to say at least but the more you talked the more he was opening up.

The first dates were chill. Started with a casual dinner at a nice restaurant, then it was a movie at the cinema. The next date was at an arcade, which ended up with him being dragged by some kids to help them win a stuffed animal.

Nothing too much happened though. A hug here and there, holding hands. ‘Nothing much’ includes multiple make out sessions at his house when it should have been a ‘movie night’.

⋆˚࿔ ˚꩜ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

5 hours later you’re screaming your lungs out, sprawled on Jake’s bed. Jake had been going at you like a feral animal for the past 2 hours. Body? Sore. Legs? Sore. Pussy? Full of cum. Clit? Fucking sore.

After 3 rounds and 5 orgasms from you, he was finally happy with himself. For now.

But how the fuck did you go from a make out to sex?

Today’s date was a bit more sensual. Started with you asking if he wanted to have dinner together later that day at his home and watch a movie.

The whole hang out was weird, more sensual than the other dates. Jake made sure to be more open, more obvious. It just started with him kneading your thigh nearly 10 mins in the movie, clearly distracted.

The problem? You continued it. Halfway through the movie you were back to normal, sitting next to each other, nothing much. By the end of the movie you were rubbing him over his sweats, eyes focused on the TV in front of you like you didn’t give a shit.

Eventually, the movie ended. You got up and started getting your stuff while Jake was watching you from the couch, palming himself through his sweats now.

Five minutes later you were by the door, ready to leave. “You’re leaving?”, Jake got up and stopped in front of you. Too close. So close you could feel his breath on your face.

You tilted your head, a fake look of confusion on your face. “Shouldn’t I?” You were acting like you hadn’t given a poor virgin a fucking boner, leaving him wanting more.

The eye contact never broke. No one looked away. Jake’s eyes were talking for him. Full of lust, full of want, full of need.

You leaned in, lips brushing but not kissing him yet. Jake had had enough. He pulled you in, one hand gripping your waist and one on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

You pulled out from the kiss, both out of breath. Jake looked like he physically needed more but you wouldn’t give in.

“You’re not leaving now.” “Why not?”

“You’re can’t leave me with just a kiss.”

[404creep]

Oh my lord y'all are so into Simon and his little cleaning lady so I had to make more. Working on a series of one shots I'll eventually start posting with this pairing because I genuinely think they're so cute. In the meantime here is part 3 of my little drabble series for y'all!

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The first time you actually speak to Ghost is during one of your lunch breaks.

He shows up for his daily fix of "watching Birdie like a fucking creepy stalker weirdo" and there you are munching on a sandwich at the table.

He kinda just walks over and sets a little package of cookies on the table and then steps back again, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed content to watch you enjoy your meal.

You look at the cookies, look at him, look at the cookies, look at him

You decided right then and there that if he wasn't going to do anything but watch it was up to you to initiate conversation.

So you sigh and push the chair next to you out while taking another big bite of your sandwich.

You kinda just gesture with your head for him to sit and he blinks at you a few times before slowly putting his large frame into the chair cautiously

as if you were the giant masked stalker that he should be cautious of or something

After he sits you just kinda start talking

He didn't contribute to the conversation much besides an occasional head nod and low hum when you say something in particular that he agrees with

By the end of it he's got his elbow on the table with his chin resting in his palm with eyes that are saying "I love you"

You know that audio from the Lego Movie that's like "blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff", yeah that's Simon.

Like bro is trying to listen I swear to god but mostly he's just so focused on the fact that you're talking to him.

When your lunch finally ends he just kind of trails behind you like a puppy ready to do literally anything for you.

Tries to take the mop out of your hands and do it himself and you swat him away and keep insisting it's your job and you can do your own work

About 30 more minutes of him glued to your side you kinda crack and smile at him and are like "you really like me, huh?"

His brain like short circuits cause how did you POSSIBLY figure it out??????

He follows you around for another hour before you shoo him away to go and do his own actual job.

He's in a very good mood when he returns to his office

Price comes in to drop off some paperwork for him at some point and he's kinda humming to himself.

Price is like "Something good happen today??"

Simon's just kinda shrugs, but in Price's eyes it's the equivalent of him kicking his lil feeties and twirling his hair.

Price figures it has something to do with you and just cracks a smile and leaves.

He's happy to see Simon happy.

By the end of the day Simon is literally thinking about what kind of ring you might want when he proposes

Like chill dude, y'all basically had your first conversation today......

He's just so cute

[bvidzsoo]

♡ ATEEZ as dads ♡

author: bvidzsoo

pairing: ot8 x reader

tw: none

word count: 3.3k

genre: established relationships, parents, blurbs/scenarios

rating: sfw

summary: have you ever tried envisioning Ateez as fathers? well, this is my take on the subject ^^ a collective of short and cute drabbles bellow the cut

a/n: hello, my lovelies, this was a cute little request and despite not taking requests (just wanted to clear that up), today is my birthday and I decided to make this my little gift for you all! ^^ also, anonie, I hope this is satisfying and close to how you imagined it to be! divider

🐿️Hongjoong

☆ Okay, so, despite all the boomer vibes I get from Hongjoong he'd still be the coolest dad, like?! All of your kid's friends would love him because he's just the type of father that not only shows up for his child but also like partakes in like absolutely everything?! Oh, you have an event at school where you have to bring one parent? Yup, Hongjoong is going (dressed to the nines, might I add, while also wearing something matching with his kid) and he's also going to be cheering you on loudly from the sidelines (to the point the other parents will be side-eyeing him, but that's fine, he doesn't care). And like, he's also the type of dad to sneak inside his kid's room when it's completely dark and then scare the living shit out of them as he starts making monster-like sounds, the kid is terrified okay, but soon they are giggling and wrestling, and the child will go to sleep rather fast because Hongjoong managed to wear them out. But Hongjoong is also the type of father who wants to capture everything so he always has his camera with him and he takes a lot of pictures, okay, and he also makes albums at the end of each year because his kid is growing and he doesn't want to miss even a second (are you sobbing? I would be if I had a dad like him).

☆ And Hongjoong is also the type of father to plan trips mostly in nature, where you can go on a hike and just forget about the ruckus in the city, where you can connect with nature and just be in the moment. He would definitely pick a colour scheme or one clothing item that would be matching for all the family members because it's cute and because he's infinitely proud and eager to show off his kid(s) and wife. He cracks jokes (even if they are your typical dad jokes), and he makes sure his kid(s) feel seen and heard. He tries not to pressure them and lets them explore the world while remaining a guide they can always rely on.

🐰Seonghwa

♡ Yup, trust this man to get up before his wife and child to make them breakfast and something to pack for later when they get hungry, he's that type of guy, yeah. We know he's soft-spoken, and I see him as the type of dad who is very patient with his kid(s) and who pays a lot of attention to them to make sure he truly understands them. I feel like Seonghwa would organize "chill nights" where you all cosy up on the couch and pick a movie (which is age-appropriate, obviously) and he lets you eat excessive popcorn because he knows his wife isn't keen on their kid(s) eating junk food.

♡ Also, I get the feeling that holidays would be big at the Park residence. Like, he'd make sure everything is perfect because he'd be also organizing big ass get-togethers where both sides of the family are coming over for lunch or dinner. And I think he'd also love Christmas because he could spoil his family without getting complaints or reprimands, so yeah, he'd make a big deal out of it each.time. He'd help cook and bake and clean, he'd probably do more of that, and he'd disappear for hours because he was looking for the perfect gifts (and trust that each person will get at least three items if not more). I also think Seonghwa would check on his kid(s) anytime he wakes up in the middle of the night, and he'd certainly tuck them in each time, pressing a kiss to their forehead(s). He'd be very gentle and soft and the kid(s) would grow up in a safe space where they'd know they can freely speak and express their likes and dislikes because their parents will be supportive no matter what.

🐶Yunho

❀ This man is a giant, we know that too well, so honestly, piggybacks and him letting his kid(s) sit on his shoulders while they are out and about would be routine at this point. Like, even if his kid wouldn't ask to be carried, Yunho would be sweeping them off their feet and letting them do whatever as he carried them around. I feel like he'd also quite often get cute aggression, so he'd definitely be tackling them (in a gentle and non-endangering way) to press a dozen kisses against their cheeks, and I think he'd also love tickling them because of their cute laughter! (I'm struggling rn, who's getting cute aggression now??) Anyways, I have a feeling that if his kid(s) somehow manages to hurt themselves (like they fall and scrape their knees or hands) Yunho would rush to their side and hold them and sweet talk to them with a pout on his lips and sad eyes, trying to lighten their mood while he tells them that everything will be okay.

❀ I feel like Yunho is the type to get emotional over, perhaps, non-trivial things that concern his kids. Their tooth fell out and the Toothfairy is coming? Yup, a tear is rolling down his cheek because "Omg, the kid is getting bigger!", also you know that thing where they make you stand against the wall (or edge of the door) to measure your height while you're still growing? Yeah, I feel like Yunho would have to take a walk around the house after measuring his kid's height in order to will the tears away because the kid is two centimetres taller than he was a month ago and he “can't do this, why are they growing so quickly?!” Yunho is definitely the type of father who wakes up his kid(s) in the morning by brushing their hair aside and whispering to them softly, coaxing them out of their sleep. He'd also be always smiling, his kid(s) wouldn't know what Yunho's serious face looks like because he'd never looked at them like that. He'd be cracking jokes and making his kid(s) laugh, but he'd also listen to them if they came to him for advice, and I feel like he's great at reading people's moods, so he'd know when to offer them space or annoy them until the kid(s) get fed up with him and give in to him wanting to kick a ball or something.

🦄Yeosang

 🜲 Well, let's be honest, with a dad like Yeosang, I feel like the kid(s) would be considered a little peculiar? But like in a very positive sense of the word because have you seen Yeosang's humour? Immaculate, dare I say, and his kid(s) have definitely inherited that from their dad. I feel like Yeosang is generally a calm and quiet person, but when it comes to his kid(s) he gets like hyper because he wants to do everything they ask him to, and he'll talk and talk until his kid(s) are pressing their tiny hands against his mouth to make him shut up. I think Yeosang would love to listen to his kid(s) stories, like "Yes, tell me all about your mate from kindergarten and his rescued grasshopper and also, what do you mean you ate a spider, child?! Spiders are not for eating!!" Yeah, I feel like Yeosang would forget his kid(s) at daycare at least once or twice (only at the beginning, I promise, like my dad forgot me there once: TMI). So what I was saying is, that because Yeosang loves hearing his kid(s)' stories, he will be reacting with grand gestures and everything and it will only amuse his child, because they'd get even more excited to tell him more about his day.

 🜲 Also, I feel like while his kid is a baby and can't speak, he'd blabber back to them and constantly poke their tummy "Because babies are so cute, I think I'm going to combust", and he'd definitely rush up to his wife with the baby in his arms to show off that they have reached new levels of communication, and it'd surprise his wife because the two are now blabbering to each other and the baby is laughing and Yeosang is grinning so wide his cheeks are hurting. I think Yeosang would love to take the baby out on walks as the sun is setting (assuming they are in Seoul) and watch the sunset as the sun disappears behind the Han River, and he'd definitely snap pictures with the baby where his face isn't fully showing just so that he can post it, and then he'd take selfies and send them to the family's group chat. I think Yeosang would be the type of father who never shuts up about their kid (even to his own parents) and tries to be the best father, super supportive and, not going to lie, he'd probably spoil them too because he wants to give them everything they want and need. He'd be always there for them, even if just from the sidelines, and if there were a contest for proudest father of the year, Yeosang would surely win it!

🐱San

❀ The most important question here is, who's the baby? Okay, I'm joking but San would definitely sleep facing the baby, eyes watery because he still cannot believe that's his child and that child is going to grow up by his side and he's created a tiny life that will turn into a grown person one day and he cannot stop it just go with the flow. So yes, San would be the emotional type of father, but not to the extent that it becomes uncomfortable lol. He has strong principals/morals so he'll definitely teach his child the views he has of the world and life itself, but he'd make sure to leave space for his kid(s)' own opinions and views, so that they can create their own believes while taking an example out of their father. We all know San's background, so I think he'd definitely sign up his kid(s) to Taekwondo or another similar sport, mostly because he wants them to know how to defend themselves, but also because it teaches them discipline.

❀ San's kid(s)' will be the politest and most well-behaved you'll ever see, I think they'd rarely cry and stick close to their parents because they know they are safe and comforting. San would have a close and good bond with his kid(s), he'd take them places and let them explore the world. Given that San loves amusement parks so much, I'm sure he'd make it a weekly program to take them there, trying out rides that were appropriate for their ages, laughing all day and eating whatever their tummies (and hearts) desired. I think San would only give his kid(s)' the best, so yes, they'll go to the best school, they'll only wear the best clothes, and they'll only eat healthy food (with exceptions, ofc, he's no tyrant to deny a good hamburger and fries), but he wouldn't spoil his kid(s) to the point they become brats. Also, I feel like San would love it if his children would be on good terms with his best friend's kids, so yup, expect a lot of get-togethers and trips with the two/three (or eight lmao) families, which would be a hustle to every outsider lol. So, all in all, San would be strict but so very loving, he'd do his best to raise his kids well-mannered and humble (just like him bfr) and he'd make sure that he was a strong pillar they could always lean on and count on. (why am I getting emotional too...?)

🐣Mingi

 🜲 *sigh*, where do I begin??? Bickering, lots of it, because "What do you mean you don't like mashed potatoes but you'll eat french fries?!!! They are the same, child, just eat it and stop whining!!" oh, and also, "What do you mean you want to go party, it's 11 pm and you're only seventeen?!" (if you've seen 10 Things I Hate About You, just picture the girls' dad when he makes Bianca wear that pregnancy vest before going out LMAO). So, yes, lots of nagging too, I guess, but it's actually well-intended and oh so loving!! Everyone thinks Mingi is intimidating (bfr besties) and I think his kid(s)' friends would be intimidated at first sight, but then Mingi invites them inside and goes to the kitchen to fetch them some snacks, and he accidentally knocks into the chair or table and he swears loudly and the kids start giggling because swearing is an adult thing still and it's funny, and then Mingi appears in the doorway and he's scowling, but he flushes when he realizes the kids heard him, so he tries to play it off but really, he looks like a clown so his child's friends instantly take a liking to him!

 🜲 You can't contradict me on this, but I feel like if his kid started crying over something, Mingi would stare at them blankly before starting to (fake) cry too and this often leads to 2 outcomes: 1. the kid stops crying and looks at him like Mingi's crazy (judgingly) & 2. the kid starts crying harder because they know Mingi is making fun of them, and it makes Mingi panic, so now he's cradling them to his chest and trying to shush them and calm them down, because "If the wife hears, we're both dead kid, got it???" I think Mingi would be his kid's best friend before being their father, if you get what I mean? Like, sure, he'll scold them and put them in their place if needed, but he'll totally gossip with them and bring them a sandwich just so he can lounge around in their room (because Mingi won't admit it, but the kid is getting bigger and he feels like he's running out of time and that's terrifying), and he'll tell them things that perhaps should've been better if he kept it to himself. I think he'd always be in front of his kid(s)' school (no matter the age) after classes to pick them up, and he'd definitely do carpool karaoke on their way home, only running one red light (excuse the man, he's excited or something). So yeah, Mingi would be caring and careful with his kid(s), attentive and there for them, but he'd show them that just because he's their father it doesn't mean they aren't equal (most of the time), and they don't have to hide anything from him, really. (Just maybe the fact that they didn't come home last night at the agreed-upon hour, oops~)

🦊Wooyoung

♡ Loud, both of them, loud. But it's fine, because if they are loud at least the wife knows they are enjoying themselves. Because when it becomes quiet, that's when you just know they are up to no good. Like that one time when you were working from home and their giggling and screeching stopped, prompting you to check up on them, only to find your kid(s)' hair drenched in some neon-pink colour which is, ofc, washable, your makeup strewn all over the floor because Wooyoung was feeling funny and decided to paint their faces (it looked terrible, but you said nothing). Also, menaces, both of them, to the point they'd wear matching Halloween costumes and freak out the whole street as they'd randomly start chasing both children and adults (they are either dressed as Chucky or Ghostface, there's no in-between). All of that put together, however, Wooyoung would be always by his kid(s)' side if he could, and he'd be teaching them everything about the world. He'd read to them a lot and he'd watch a lot of History and National Geography with them lol.

♡ And yes, we know Wooyoung is a very affectionate person and that he likes to show his love physically, so there would be a lot of kisses, cuddles, hugs and tickles. Wooyoung would love to carry his kid(s) in his arms while they were still that age, holding their small heads against his chest, pointing out things to them as he explained everything the baby was curious about. I feel like Wooyoung would also take the family to the seaside a lot, he'd love to go inside the sea and play around by splashing each other, accidentally getting swept up by a wave, making his kid(s) laugh as their father struggled to find his footing again. And I'm pretty sure Wooyoung would constantly feed his kid(s) while they were eating, putting more and more food in their plate despite it being almost full already, and no matter what age, Wooyoung will coo at his kid(s) because they will always be his babies! (*cue the sobbing*) And I am sure Wooyoung would be his kid(s) safe haven, someone whose arms are always wide open and ready to comfort or just to hold them, remind them that he's always there for them. Wooyoung would be the type of father to encourage his kids, always, teaching them that the world's opinion about them never mattered and never will, that they should always chase their own dreams and live a happy and fulfilled life. And, similar to Hongjoong, his camera's SD card would be filled with so many memories, ah…

🐻Jongho

☆ A complete jokester, sneaky and the type of father to first laugh when their kid falls before going over to pick them up. I feel like the kid wouldn't be able to tell if their father is their worst enemy or best friend at first, because Jongho isn't afraid to scrutinize them and judge them down to the bone, but the next second the man is sticking his tongue out and cracking a joke, and the child is confused because why can't their father just pick one mood for five minutes at least? I think Jongho would love to antagonize his children with dad jokes, he's aware they are terrible but seeing the look on his children's faces is always worth it. Imagine Jongho trolling his kids any chance he gets, as an excuse for preparing them for life (we all know he just likes playing with them), and he'd be tapping their shoulders and hiding behind a tree or something, and he'd run after them down the dark hallway, making scary noises, and he'd randomly open their doors and just stand there with a blank face until his kid(s) are either scared or screaming at him to get out.

☆ I don't know why, but, I have to mention cooking. I'm pretty sure he'd gather up the family at least thrice a week, and their evening would consist of picking a recipe and making it together while some sports plays on the TV and the parents are sipping on wine while the children can have orange juice or maybe chocolate milk. I also think he'd often buy his kid(s) flowers, no matter the gender because everyone deserves flowers, and he'd probably buy them chocolate too because (guess what?) he secretly eats them and blames it on his wife so the children don't pester him about the missing chocolate lol. I feel like Jongho would raise his kids to be smart and logical, always finding solutions and not fearing the unknown (I mean, if your father chases you down a dark corridor, who fears ghosts anymore, no??) and because he's a little sneaky shit, of course, his children will end up like him too ("it's okay to cheat when playing board games", would say Jongho but also whine for an hour if he found out one of the family member's did cheat, acting as if he didn't also). Jongho would be their best pall but also their role model, he'd raise his children to be outstanding and determined, unafraid to go after what they want. I know he'd support their hobbies and always encourage them to try out new things. He'd love quiet evenings where he can hear his kid(s) in their room(s) giggling and laughing about whatever, calling him to keep them company before it's time for bed. <3

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ghost!max leaving notes on the fogged up mirror when you’re showering 😭

— it might’ve started with sweeter messages, but ghost!max can’t help himself. He wrote filthier messages after watching you in the shower. 18+ content below

The steam curled around you as hot water cascaded over your skin, the bathroom filling with a thick fog. It was your favorite part of the day—until you noticed the faint outline of letters forming on the mirror.

Your heart thudded as you leaned forward, wiping a hand over the sliding glass door to clear the condensation to read the words left on the mirror: Touch yourself for me

Your breath hitched, heat blooming across your chest that had nothing to do with the shower. He was here. Watching.

“Max,” you whispered, the word barely audible above the rush of water.

The response came swiftly, more words scrawling themselves onto the mirror with the same unnerving precision: I’m only going to watch you today

Your legs trembled, the audacity of his command igniting a spark of arousal that pooled low in your belly. Your body betrayed you, responding to the idea of his unseen gaze, his silent presence urging you to obey.

Another message materialized, sharper, more insistent: Don’t make me repeat myself

You swallowed hard, a shiver racing through you that had nothing to do with the cold. Your thighs parted instinctively, your hand bracing against the slick tile as your other slid between your legs. Hesitation lingered for only a heartbeat before the ache became unbearable, and your fingers found your clit, circling gently at first.

The first gasp tore from your lips, the slick pressure sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You swore you felt him—an ethereal press against your back, cold and electric, guiding you, urging you on.

More words soon emerged on the mirror: Good girl

The chill intensified, a spectral sensation of hands grazing over your hips—as if he was resisting himself from touching you—steadying you as your movements grew more desperate. The imagined weight of him was intoxicating, his invisible presence commanding, the thought of his gaze locked on you made you tremble.

Each thrust of your fingers sent waves of heat coursing through your veins, and your knees threatened to buckle. The rhythm of your breaths matched the pounding of your heart, ragged and uneven.

The mirror filled with new, jagged letters, his boldest demand yet: Don’t stop until you’re screaming my name

The pressure inside you built to a breaking point as you read the words, creating an ache that demanded release. You clenched around your fingers, your wetness dripping down your thighs that was quickly washed away by the steady stream of water. The intensity crested as pleasure ripped through you, a cry of his name escaping your lips, raw and unrestrained, the sound echoing in the steamy confines of the bathroom.

Your legs shook as you sagged against the tiled wall, chest heaving, the water doing little to cool the lingering heat that radiated from your core.

When you dared to look at the mirror again, one final message greeted you, lingering like a dark promise in the dissipating fog: Next time, I won’t just watch

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[emeraldserenade]

Commando ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you and Joaquín were roommates, why wouldn't you wear your most comfortable clothing around each other

tw: fem!reader, reader wears a nightgown, filthy, Joaquín washed readers hair in the shower (it's not really described but it may not be the most inclusive thing I've written), barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Please forgive me for skipping the smut, it's late and I'm tired. I'll write a smut for you guys to read soon, I promise 🫶 I had too many roommate!Joaquín thoughts after I got a new pj set today

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Joaquín Torres was the perfect roommate, he was kind and considerate. He never complained about chores or your obscene amount of candles you liked to have around. However, he loved his grey sweatpants and no underwear combo. It was his apartment too, why wouldn’t he wear his most comfortable clothes? You, however, went feral at the sight. Your mind was plagued with thoughts you shouldn’t have. You were mature, you told yourself. You could handle seeing the most attractive man you knew in that situation, you definitely did not stare at his dick any chance you could. 

Joaquín wore his sweatpants combo because you wore your thin little nightgowns around. Ones that hugged every curve with slits up both sides that went to your hips. Showing that you were, in fact, not wearing anything under them. Joaquín went feral at that, he swore he was mature. That looking at you didn’t give him a raging boner and the thoughts of bending you over whatever surface was closest. 

If there was a third roommate, they would have definitely moved out by now. The lingering looks, the obvious imprint in Joaquín’s sweats that showed just how much he loved you in your nightgowns. However, you two would probably already be together if there was. Then maybe you two wouldn’t be in the situation you were currently in.

It was a chill day for you, one where you didn’t have work or errands. So you stayed home in your nightgown, watching movies and listening to music. Joaquín came home for lunch, Straight Up and Down by Bruno Mars was blasting through your speaker. You were swaying your hips to it, singing softly along with the song as you cooked lunch. Joaquín paused at the sight, his breath halting. You spun and smiled widely when you saw him. 

"You’re home," you made your way to him, pressing yourself against him for a hug. He returned in earnestly, but he couldn’t think of anything but you in the night gown. 

"Yeah, I came back for lunch," he managed to get out, tightening his hold on you. 

"You could have told me," you pulled back and went back to cooking, thankful you made enough to share. 

Joaquín was extra quiet, normally he would be chattering away. But he was just sitting at the table with you as you ate in silence, not that you didn’t like just sitting with him, it was just odd. "Is everything ok? You’re oddly quiet," you pushed your empty plate away from you as you turned to look at him. 

"Just tired," he told you and you just nodded at him. You didn’t fully believe him but you weren’t going to fight him about it. Joaquín was fighting himself, he either had to stay quiet or admit that he can only think about you underneath him.

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Joaquín took the rest of the day off, he called Sam and gave some bullshit excuse and Sam didn't even question him. You were happy, you got to spend your day with Joaquín. He showered and changed and you told yourself not to stare.

"Fuck this," Joaquín randomly mumbled before getting up from the loveseat and walking to where you were on the couch. You were confused until he sat next to you and pulled your lips to his. You gasped in shock before melting into his embrace.

"What was that for?" You questioned when you had to pull away to breathe.

"You've been wearing those little thin nightgowns with nothing underneath," he told you like it explained everything. He slowly inched his hands up your thighs, pushing the hem of your nightgown up.

"And? You wear your sweats around with no underwear," you shot back. "This is our apartment, can't we wear whatever we reasonably want?" Joaquín moved to hover over you, his hands still slowly moving up until your nightgown was bunched to your waist. You suddenly felt self conscious about not wearing any panties. Joaquín took his eyes off yours to look down and a groan left his throat at the sight. You were squeezing your legs together for some friction and Joaquín had the perfect view of you under him.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he practically sighed before reconnecting your lips. You had half a mind to push him away, demand to know what this meant, but the way he collected your arousal and slowly started to rub circles on your clit made your head dizzy. You finally got control over yourself enough to pull away from his lips.

"Wait," you huffed and he immediately pulled away from you. "This, this means something right? This isn't just a mindless fuck?" You looked Joaquín in the eyes, needing an answer.

"This isn't mindless, I'm in love with you," he admitted and you beamed up at him.

"Then, please, continue because I'm in love with you too," you shimmed closer to him but he grabbed you in a bridal carry. You were taken to his room and placed gently on the bed.

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Joaquín left you in bed for a moment to get a nice warm and damp cloth to clean you up. You hummed thankfully as he gently wiped you down before he carried you to the bathroom. You sat on the toilet as he started the shower for you both.

"You'll have to hold me up," you rasped, your voice and throat hoarse from the last hour.

"How horrible, I have to hold you," he gave you a flat look and you giggled. The water was warm and you felt so much better with the sweat slowly washing off you.

"I'm going to smell like you," you smiled as he washed and rinsed your hair for you. "Molly at work is going to be jealous, she has a crush on you," you were just talking to talk.

"That's too bad, I've already been taken," he told you and you smiled.

"Mine," you whispered as you wrapped your arms around him. You felt him laugh before affirming your word.

"Yeah, I'm yours," he kissed your forehead gently.

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[satoruhour]

On honeymoon with geto..and while you’ve had sex before, it’s the first time you two do it unprotected. His face lights up when you tell him to do it without a condom and breeding kink goes BRRRRRRRR

a/n: “Newlyweds gojo and reader having sweet romantic nasty dirty disgusting shameless honeymoon sex PLEEK” combining requests since theyre the same premise! anons u two r the biggest brained mfers and bc u all voted so nicely and promptly this is my lil present :3

wc: about 1k+ for each drabble

warnings: SEPARATE drabbles, fem!reader, soft dom!geto that turns filthy at the mention of no condoms lol, unprotected sex, fingering, clit stimulation, creampie / breeding kink, sorta soft dom!gojo but not really established, almost public sex and multiple rounds for gojo, n*sfw under the cut

✶ GETO

the first breath of fresh air is already so pleasant and different from japan, but you’re distracted again by the shiny band upon your finger, staring at it with a small smile. you had your eyes glued on the sterling silver for the whole flight here, only breaking out of your daze when suguru approaches with your collected luggages, pressing a kiss to your temple. “shall we go?” you can’t help but mumble a soft ‘i love you’ before you peck his lips, the coldness of his matching ring on your skin reminding you of your newly forged bond.

geto makes sure you feel its coldness later on your thigh, hand holding down your legs firmly when he first inserts both fingers, cunt easily sucking him in right until you feel the chill of the wedding ring. he’s rewarded with your sweet moans, s’thick and s’good leaving your lips softly while he leaves your clit untouched. it’s throbbing, and yet he tortures you more when he removes his fingers.

“suguru!”

“what?” he grins, a sick grin as he starts to remove his pants and admires the way your pussy just asks for his dick. “want ya to cum on my cock.”

“yeah, but—” you huff, although you weren’t opposed, before you hear the familiar crinkle of the condom packet and you’re sitting up to hold his hands back. now, his what was truly confused, and you bit your lip, wondering if this was really the route you wanted to go down.

you’ve always loved sex with suguru; it was phenomenal always, except the feeling of the rubber in you. it was necessary, you knew, but now that you’re bound by vows and your endless love, you’d think that . .

“can we not use it today, sugu?”

geto didn’t think he heard you correctly, and he’s asked you to repeat it even when you’ve seized the packet and threw it to the side, a hand on his hardened cock that only responds to you — you swear you feel more pre-cum on your thumb when you say it for the third time.

“are you sure, baby?” geto asks softly, hovering over you with his large stature and it’s just like the first time you were intimate with each other. caring and gentle as he always is, “we don’t have to do away with it just cause we’re married now, (y/n).”

you give him a small reassuring smile. “i’m sure, suguru.”

and he proceeds to ask you for two more times before your legs are carried up. surprised, you watch as he drags his tip along your folds, eyes darkening when he watches his pre-cum mix with your juices. and now when he’s given permission to fuck you raw? he can hardly keep his heart rate down.

“hear that, baby?” geto moans, keeping his eyes locked in yours, making you hear just how wet you were and you nod, wanting to have his hand in yours. there’s a mixture of your moans when he first pushes in, with your pussy clenching around him. a loud whine leaves your throat as your hands interlock.

“s-su! feels so—!” you gasp when he bottoms out, a feeling entirely different from the usual — you swear you can feel his cockhead and the veins along his length, and geto knows the same. your gummy walls that hug him, your warmth.

“shiitt . . god, you feel so fuckin’ good—” he grunts out, leaning forward to capture your lips, sighing when he does a light thrust and the drag of your cunt is just too good and he already feels his high approaching. “just so perfect in this pussy— t-thank you, darling.”

geto swears he goes in and out of consciousness when his hips start to move, focused solely on your hand on his cheek and the squeeze of your hand in his, alongside those hooded, drunken eyes of yours and the whimpers leaving your mouth.

“suguru— s’big!” you pant against his lips and the squelch of your pussy is only amplified by how swiftly he rails into you, driven by the raw feeling of your cunt.

“y’can take it, can’t ya?” geto hums, pressing one last kiss against your lips and comes off of you, grabbing your legs and pushing. they’re right up to your chest and suguru reaches so deep, you squeal in surprise. “good girl, takin’ me so damn well.”

you let him use your body, now hanging onto the headboard of the hotel room as his hips move relentlessly into your dripping cunt. you can see your juices splay everywhere from how wet you were and the rough movement of his hips don’t help, “g’na cum, su—”

“that so?” he mumbles, and angles his hips to hit that spot and your head digs into the pillow. although, geto doesn’t like that, “c’mon baby, watch me as i breed you.”

you whine at his choice of words, opening your eyes to see your newly wedded husband look divine. his hair falls all over his face and his lips are parted in little pants, sweat lining his torso and face but his honeyed eyes only look at you.

the way geto’s hips drive into you is carnal, feeling your ass ripple with his thrust to the hilt and the sounds that leave his lips sound like heaven, a mix between whines and moans — “look at how much cum i have f’r you—”

and for the both of you it comes so quickly you don’t have time to prepare for the visions of white; you can feel as geto cums deep in you, feeling each spurt of cum fill you up and you think you’d never want to go back to condoms ever again. geto’s head is thrown back when he shoots his load, hips bucking so much as you cum at the same time, spasming on his cock that the room is full of your lewd sounds.

geto doesn’t look at you when he removes his cock silently, watching as his tip continues to push out globs of semen while your cunt is painted white. it’s clear he’s drunk on it, looking toward you finally with a small smile. the final clench your pussy does is the last straw for him, pushing out his cum that drips down to the sheets and he’s hard again.

“you don’t know what you just unlocked in me, baby,” geto laughs breathlessly, slapping his length along your folds with obscene noises, “but it’ll definitely end in me filling you up with s’much cum, yeah?”

you giggle, wiggling your hips until he’s in you again. hot breath against your ankle and a scrunch in his expression — your pussy’s just too good.

“yeah, i’d love that, sugu. give me all your cum.”

✶ GOJO

your happiness was unmatched running down the aisle, interrupted by the smooth sweep of gojo’s arms under your neck and knees in a princess carry, moving your body up and down like you just scored the final goal of a game — except you did. you’ve captured satoru’s heart and his fourth finger, smiling with glossy eyes as he leans in to kiss you. “you cryin’, baby?” the audacity to ask that when his nose is red too — you only shake your head, hearing the camera click and your relatives cheer.

that sweet sentiment is changed later after your wedding dinner when he hasn’t even got you past the front door until he has you against the wardrobe, dinner gown and panties swiped to the side and you desperately trying not to overturn the hotel kettle.

“can’t keep me from this pussy for long, baby.” gojo’s stamina is exceptional, you were made aware of this from the first time you got into bed with him, and you still weren’t exactly used to it. from here, you only wish to memorise the sight of gojo on his knees and the chill of his wedding ring on your thigh. “looked so delicious in this dress—”

“s-satoru, we haven’t even closed the door yet—!” he hums, skillfully using his free hand to do it and he continues his assault on your pussy. you have one leg propped up on the vanity table, leaking so much juices just from having his hand on your thigh.

it’s no different later that gojo presses kisses on your neck, making you watch yourself in the vanity mirror. your cunt’s already so used to his heavy, thick cock, and yet it still reaches so deep in you, kissing your cervix. there’s a ring of white around the base of his cock from how much he’s cummed in you, pussy gushing so much around his length that he has no problem moving in and out of you.

“look at how beautiful you are, sweets,” he whispers along your skin while you tighten around him, body lined up with yours while his hips continue to ram into you. you can’t even fathom what round exactly this is as his hands knead at your lower back, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes from just how good his cock was hitting your spots. a hand to your clit is enough to get you cumming for the nth time that night, tongue lolling out in the mirror. “you cryin’?”

you whine and nod softly, head dropping from the sudden soreness and exhaustion on a particular thrust, and your husband coos, “went too hard on you, did i?”

gojo places one more peck to your neck and slips out of you, making you choke on a moan as your entrance clenches around air and you’re off the ground like you were at the front of the church. he simply laughs at your fucked out form, knowing nevertheless you loved it when you’re asking him to hurry up. and so he brings you atop him, letting you move your hips until he’s in you and you’re whining into his neck.

“’toru . .”

“what is it, mrs. gojo?”

you stifle a laugh at that, lifting your body tiredly. even after being fucked for four rounds (he counted), you still look as lovely as you did as you first appeared at the start of the aisle, when you were crying your eyes out saying your vows, when you grinned during your first dance.

“jus’ tired baby, help me, pleasee?” the little pout you do is too cute not to resist that it gets his heart tightening up and his dick jumping. 

“hang on, sweet girl, i got ya.” the first thrust up into you is euphoric, skin so sticky from the cum before that you’re sure there’s strings of white connecting your pelvis to his. the feeling of your clit brushing up against his pubes has you moaning into thin air and your hips move back on him to get more friction, “that alright?”

“mhm . .” you mumble, “s’good—”

gojo only lets out a little chuckle, letting you tangle your hands in his hair as he plants his feet down into the mattress and slams into your dripping cunt. he groans softly at the feel of your walls, still so warm and tight, muttering soft praises while your limp body moves along with his rough ministrations.

“oh— my g-god . .” you mewl out when he latches his lips onto your tits, sucking and swirling his tongue and your back arches in his arms; you simply can’t hold yourself up from the overstimulation, falling forward into his waiting arms. “s-sorry, ’toru.”

“what’re you apologisin’ for?” gojo swear when he feels you clamp down, cock twitching and you both know he’s about to cum, “my pretty girl doesn’t need to be saying sorry . . fuck—”

satoru’s his lips meet yours messily and his thrusts turn weak and sloppy while he ruts mindlessly into you with the lewd pap! pap! pap! sounds of his balls against your ass. he’s primal with his hips, with muffled moans onto your lips. there’s drool dripping from the corners of your mouths as he spills into you shamelessly, so much cum spilling from your connected bodies that you reach your climax too, body trembling from the intense feeling.

“’toru—! s-so much cum, haah . .” it’s so hot, entirely sure your womb is full of his previous loads, your mixed juices coating his still hard dick and you might just tap out, but when you feel his cum dribble out of you and down his cock, you’re already wishing for more. you merely reach for the cup of water and gulp down a large amount and your lover only watches you, amused.

“n-need more, satoru . .” you whisper, sitting up and trailing a hand down his body, making sure he can see the shimmer of the expensive ring he bought for you — it wouldn’t rust, either, he told you. eyes fluttering close, you remove yourself from him completely and lie back on the king-sized he insisted on booking, and spread your folds to show him just how needy your cunt still was.

there’s a small moan that escapes gojo’s mouth when you do that, already hovering over you with his heavy cock resting along your pussy, “give me more, baby.”

“oh, when my good girl asks so nicely,” satoru slyly grins, swallowing your whines with a sloppy kiss, “’course i have to give it to her.”

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