#kisses are. how warm and tight their hugs are

[hanniescookie]

adore you - yjh

—⁠☆ you meet your boyfriend after three weeks.

pairing - jeonghan x f!reader

genre/warnings - idol au, fluff, romance, military jeonghan cus i'm obsessed, kissing, use of petnames, reunion after three weeks of separation lololol, self aware king jeonghan, lil bit of yearning ¿

wc - 898

A/N - i adore hannie in a uniform, i adore his entire existence if y'all don't know already. of course i had to write something about today!! i love him so much, he heals me everyday (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)

A pair of warm, familiar hands shield your eyes from behind and all the restlessness that had accumulated in your body releases at once.

You don't gasp, don't flinch. Your mouth exhales a sigh of contentment, and your lips curl up in what your boyfriend calls a sulky smile. Your hands curl around the bouquet of flowers you've been holding as you lean back against the body behind you, practically letting go of your own weight.

“Hannie.” You mutter, and hear a giggle right next to your ear. It makes you smile harder, your heart dancing in excitement.

“You got me, angel.” He says, dropping his hands to hold you steady by your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. One of his hands rounds you to touch the flowers you've brought, and you can feel him smiling beside your face. “Flowers? For me? Or do you have any other trainees to meet here?”

You click your tongue, unable to help the giddiness in your stomach. Hearing his voice, feeling his warmth, having him near you—it’s all a little overwhelming after a grand total of three weeks. However, you keep your tears hidden in fear of being teased by him.

“I'm only here for my boyfriend.” You say, staring at his hand that's caressing the flower petals. You wish to hold it, but somehow, you're a little too occupied with how peaceful you feel in his hold. Watching his ceremony from afar put you at ease already, healing something inside you that you didn't even know had broken since he left. But it also made you restless, not being able to wait till you could see him, hold him, kiss him.

However, now that he's here, you feel like all common sense has fled out of your body, You can only lean against him, let him hold you, and feel him.

“Really, now?” Jeonghan speaks in a low voice, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. “The boyfriend you won't even look at?”

You shut your eyes, letting your smile widen. Your hand is trembling a little as you reach out and keep it above his large one. Somehow, it looks even bigger than the last time you'd held it.

“I missed my boyfriend a lot.” You utter, bringing his hand up and kissing it. “God forbid a girl is scared to look at the said boyfriend.”

You hear Jeonghan laugh, his neck craning to try and look at your face. “Hey, why would you be scared?”

You shut your eyes, shifting the bouquet to one hand and lifting the other to move his face away. “Don't look at me. I don't wanna cry.”

Jeonghan coos at you, holding you tighter with both his arms and pressing a chaste kiss in the crook of your neck. “It's okay, angel. You can cry if you want to. But at least look at me?”

You pout, your eyes instantly welling up with tears as you shake your head, quickly turning in his hold. The moment your eyes meet his, you shut them tight, taking a deep breath and then opening them again to see his smiling face.

God, it's unfair how beautiful he is.

Surprisingly, despite the tears of overwhlem in your eyes, you mirror his gorgeous smile.

“I missed you too,” he says against your forehead, softly pressing a kiss against your skin. “So much. I might cry too.”

You've known Jeonghan enough to tell that he's missed you, but he's only saying this so you don't feel stupid about crying. That alone makes you shed a tear as you tiptoe and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. As part of his muscle memory, he hugs you back, stuffing his head in your shoulder. His hand cradles your head, softly threading your hair every second. “You're not even crying.”

“I thought you hated to see me cry,” you sniff, pressing yourself more against him to feel his warmth as much as you can. He chuckles, kissing your shoulder blade. “Not when you're crying because you nearly died from missing me.”

You pull back, frowning and hitting him with a fist. “Stop being like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like the world revolves around you.”

“Yours does.”

You open your mouth to argue, but any words of retaliation die down on your tongue. How are you supposed to deny that? All your three weeks worth of sadness have washed away just with one glimpse of him. Your world indeed revolves around him.

He giggles, taking the flower bouquet from you and handing you a photograph instead. You furrow your brows, staring down at your hand to see a picture of you that he had taken out from his pocket.

He places a gentle kiss on your lips, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger, before smiling softly. “My world revolves around you too, angel.”

The surge of emotions that course through your body is insane, and you instantly smile, holding his face between your palms and pecking him. “I adore you, hannie.”

He smiles, rubbing his nose against yours. “Mhm, I know. I adore you too, angel.”

And you know, no matter how many wounds cut through you, you'll always heal as long as Jeonghan is beside you. No matter how many weeks you spend apart from him, your comfort will find you in his form, always.

[tojishousewife]

cw - light anal stuff, “just the tip”, ddlg reader

Your brain’s all gooey and blank in that warm, stupid way you get when you’re ovulating and so full of that buzzy, needy ache that you don’t know where to put it. You’re laying on your tummy, legs kicked up with your ass arched at him just the way he likes, little cotton panties tugged down to your knees to expose your tight holes.

You’re so warm back there. Puffy and twitchy and extra sensitive, your poor little hole fluttering at him like it’s begging for attention. You feel it every time you move—a tingling little throb that tickles in the worst, best way, deep in your belly.

“Tojiii,” you whimper, turning to look over your shoulder at him with glossy eyes. “It tickles... back there. It’s making me feel weird”.

Toji hums while kneeling behind you, big hands spreading your plushy cheeks apart. “Yeah? Right here?” he murmurs, dragging a warm thumb down the crease of your ass, letting it trace slowly around your rim.

You wiggle, shivering a little from his touch. “Mhm... it won’t stop twitching. Feels like something’s supposed to be there”.

And oh, he loves it when you get like this. All desperate and drooly and too dumb to be embarrassed. His sweet girl with her voice all high and broken, asking him to touch places she barely understands.

“I know what you need,” he mutters, reaching down to stroke himself, his cock already fat and flushed, the head leaking just from the sight of your cute asshole twitching open for him.

“Just the tip, please?” you ask in your softest voice, burying your face in the sheets. “Wanna feel it kissing my hole. Wanna know what it feels like”.

He groans, grabbing your hips and lining up behind you. “You’re so fucking cute, baby. Gonna let daddy play with your pretty hole?”

You nod eagerly, gasping when the thick, warm head of his cock presses up against your excited rim—not pushing in, just resting there. You clench instinctively, like your hole’s trying to suck him in.

“Shh, easy there,” Toji croons, holding you steady as he rocks his hips just a little, letting his tip rub slow, lazy circles over your puckering rim. Not fucking in—just dragging the head along the puffy ring, smearing pre-cum all over the twitchy little muscle.

You moan, long and soft and needy. “Feels funny, daddy...”

“I know, sweetheart,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with need. “Your little hole’s all fluttery, huh? Can feel it sucking at me”

He leans forward and spits right on your hole, watches it glistens then rubs his tip in the mess, sliding back and forth, letting it smear in slow, wet strokes.

You squirm like it tickles—like every tiny shift of his cock makes your thighs tremble. “Feels good but it’s making me wiggle,” you whimper. “Like my belly’s tickly inside…..”

Toji groans low, gripping the fat of your ass tighter. “That’s ‘cause it’s needy, baby. Your little backdoor wants daddy’s cock, doesn’t it? Wants to be stretched real nice ‘n slow”.

“Just a lil’ bit,” you breathe. “Wanna feel the head pop in...”

He obliges—just barely. He lets the swollen head press in until your hole stretches wide around it, only the plump tip sinking in snug and tight, and you cry at how it feels. So full already and so hot, the stretch making your whole body twitch.

“Good girl,” he whispers, not moving yet, just letting your greedy hole flutter and squeeze around the head possessively. “Look how it hugs me. Feels better now, doesn’t it?”

You nod with a whimper, clutching the sheets, as your back arches like you’re trying to pull him in deeper. “Don’t take it out yet,” you beg. “It stops the tickles when it’s in there”

“Yeah?” he smirks, rubbing his thumb over your back while his cockhead sits heavy and pulsing inside your rim. “Then we’ll keep it there, baby. You just be a good girl and let daddy plug you up nice ‘n gentle”.

[hearts4hughes]

ex bf rafe finding you crying on the beach??🤔😌

you’re curled in on yourself at the edge of the water, knees hugged to your chest, cheek sticky with mascara stained tears. the tide is low as it hits your bare feet. the moonlight glints off your skin like something reverent.

you didn’t mean to cry here. you didn’t mean to cry at all. but your chest cracked open like a storm-bloated sky. bare feet in cold sand, silence thick around you, the voice mail still playing in your head on loop.

“you’re exhausting, you know that? i can’t keep doing this. no one else would, either.”

it’s funny, almost. or it would be, if it didn’t hurt so much. you hadn’t meant to get so attached to him. it was a friends with benefits relationship that went wrong. you started depending on him, reaching out for him in the night only to be met with cold sheets. he didn’t like that. he wasn’t rafe.

“you’re kidding me.” rafe’s voice rings through the silence. the sound of sand crunching becomes louder and louder. your breath stutters. you press your face harder into your arms.

he drops down beside you without ceremony, sneakers skidding in the sand, and suddenly the air smells like cologne and rafe cameron—your ex. your mistake, if you ask anyone else. your ache, if you ask yourself.

“who did this to you?” his voice cuts like glass. “why are you crying out here all alone?”

you don’t answer. you don’t trust your voice not to break again. so you sit there, breathing through the sting in your throat, the familiar ache of him being too close. he leans in, sharp and careful at the same time. that unbearable paradox of him. his hand ghosts your back like he wants to pull you in but isn’t sure if he should.

“tell me who it was,” he says again. lower now, quieter, dangerous. his hand wraps around your wrist, thumb stroking your skin. he fights the urge to intertwine his fingers with yours.

you shake your head. “it’s not important.”

“wrong,” he snaps, teeth clenched. “you’re crying. it’s important. whoever made you feel like this,” he takes in a sharp breath, “i swear to god, i’ll end them.”

your lip trembles. “you don’t get to do this anymore, rafe.” you pull your hand from his grasp and bury your face in your knees. he flinches. but doesn’t back off—he never has. he looks at you like you’re some kind of divine puzzle that he forgot how to solve.

“you think i stopped caring just ‘cause you broke up with me?” he says, voice thick. “sweetheart, that’s not how this works.”

the nickname lands like a bruise. it ignites a flame of memories—late night car rides, stolen kisses, sweet nothings in the sand of this very beach. it’s stupid how much you still want to fall apart in his arms.

you drag your eyes up to meet his. he looks wild. hair a mess, jaw tight, eyes burning, worried, like you’re still his to protect.

you say, “he said i’m too much.” rafe stills. his hand grips the sand beneath him. he stops breathing. “said i’m dramatic, selfish. that i make everything harder than it has to be.”

the silence that follows is thick and trembling. he’s frozen, staring at you like he might actually snap in two.

“what else?” his voice is soft. you remember that tone all too well. it’s the same one he’d use when you two used to call it love.

you hesitate, “that i don’t know when to shut up. that my feelings are exhausting.”

he shuts his eyes, breathing hard. he’s trying not to get up and track the guy down right now. “jesus,” he breathes, like a prayer or a curse. “jesus, baby.” rafe’s hand slides over yours, warm and comforting. he brushes his thumb over your knuckles like he’s trying to rub the words off your skin. “you’re not too much,” he says, looking at you like he wants to memorize every trace of sadness on your face just so he can erase it. “you’re exactly enough. always have been.”

you let out a shaky breath, something breaking in your chest. “you used to say that when i cried.”

“i meant it then and i mean it now.” his fingers move slow, tentative, like he’s scared you’ll pull away. “you think it was hard loving you? no, baby. what’s hard is trying not to loving you.” you want to look away, but he doesn’t let you. tilts your chin until your eyes meet his. “c’mon, i’ll bring you home.”

“no,” you stutter and the tears stream down once again. “he’ll be mad at me. if he finds out-”

“then i’ll bury him so deep that the tide won’t find him,” he grins, bumping your shoulder with his playfully.

you almost laugh. almost cry again, too. but then he pulls you into his chest, just long enough that your heart remembers what it feels like to be held by someone who never needed to be convinced you were worth the trouble.

he always made a mess of love, but he never made you feel like one.

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[holeforzenin]

Homework with best friend Yuki :3

Yuki was originally supposed to come over so you could study and finish homework together. At least that’s what you told your mom when she asked. Just a study night, nothing weird or too much. Just your best friend coming over like always.

But now her thighs are slotted over yours, your pelvis pressed tight as she rolls her hips in desperate, grinding circles so your wet puffy cunts are kissing and rubbing together. She’s gasping through clenched teeth, trying her best not to moan out loud for anyone else in the house to hear. Her fingers are digging into your wrist where you’re groping a handful of her ass, the other hand planted by your head for leverage as she fucks you with her whole body.

Downstairs, your family's watching TV. Laughing and completely unaware of what’s happening inside of your room and that just makes it even more dirty.

“Shit—fuck—don’t stop,” Yuki gasps, voice cracking as her blonde bangs stick to her flushed forehead because of how sweaty she is.

Her hips stutter for a second before grinding down harder and needier—desperate to stay locked again you. “Fuuuck, I can feel you,” she groans, breath hot against your cheek, her cunt’s leaky and swollen, lips spread wide as it drags and smears over yours. Her thighs twitches around your hips with every sticky stroke of her clit against yours.

You nod, your breath hitching as your fingers greedily sink deeper into the soft meat of her ass, dragging her down rougher, guiding her rhythm as your slits slide over each other, puffy and throbbing from the feverish rhythm that has your thighs trembling. “Keep going,” you whisper, voice hoarse and broken. “Just—fuck! just keep going”.

Your mouth finds her bouncing tits, lips sealing around a flushed, hardened nipple as your tongue flickers and swirls around the bud—teasing it while she shudders above you. You feel the twitch in her thighs as a moan escapes her from the sudden pressure of your mouth.

Every motion rubs you raw in the best way— leaking warm pussies smearing against each other, clits twitching and catching with every desperate roll of your hips. It’s so raw and messy that you can’t even think about anything else but what’s happening. Your mind drowns in the sensation. All there is now is the thick scent of sex hanging heavy in the air, the low creak of your bed beneath your tangled bodies, and the sound of your best friend gasping into your neck like she’s falling apart.

And then it snaps. Her whole body trembles. You cum first—your pussy clenching hard as you let out a strangled moan into her chest, muffling the sound against her skin. It hits hard, your whole body locking up as you ride it out, clinging to her body and pulling her closer to you like you need her to stay alive.

She follows seconds later just from the warm feeling of your cunt even soaker from your climax, hips jerking and grinding down on your pussy like she’s trying to melt into you, eyes wide and glassy while she gushes all over your cunt. Your slicks smear and mix together, thick and creamy—dripping down both of your thighs and onto the mattress.

You’re both still for a second—shaking, sweating, and panting before she collapses on top of you, giggling into your neck as you hug her by the waist and bury your face deeper into her tits and inhale her scent.

“Think we’re gonna finish that homework?” she mumbles. You laugh, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. “Totally. Maybe another round before we start?”.

[yukioos]

Hi queen can I have a reader babying izuku like squishing his cheeks or hugging him tight cuz he’s such a cutie 😪

feeling cuteness aggression for izuku

izuku is beyond adorable. the way he easily cries and is sensitive, but is still so kind to everyone he knows, is attractive to you, yet he never knew that. there’s something about the color of his eyes and hair, the tuft of hair on his head, so soft, and his eyes gleam at the mention of his interests.

his smile always shows off his perfect, pearly whites, which makes his cute, chubby cheeks puff out. whenever you see photos of him as a child, most of the time with a big smile, chubby cheeks, and an all might figure in his hand, you just want to squeeze him! he’s always been adorable in your eyes, but seems to be oblivious to your thoughts.

so when he’s ranting about his favorite all might costume, then to how he’s been training with him with a giddy smile on his face, waving his hands around, you can’t help but have a warm feeling in your chest. he always gets so carried away when he gets interested in a conversation, though he’s mostly talking instead of you.

but izuku pauses and stares at you, apologizing, “oh, sorry! am i talking too much— i’ll stop.”

he knows he can get a bit chatty sometimes, so he pauses, but you shake your head and smiled. he tilts his head with confusion, but you pounce on him, nearly pinning him to the bed, and squeezing his chest hard.

he yelps and you exclaim, “you’re sooo cute when you rant, zuku!”

izuku nervously giggles, “hah— thanks, i—“

“ugh, i just wanna eat you!” you squeal, cupping his cheeks with both hands, rubbing the soft skin so gently.

he chuckles and places his hands on your hips, hardly having enough time to react when he feels your lips against his. he never seems to get used to your surprise kisses.

nevertheless, he continues to love them without a second thought.

he’s so cute i love him

[elryuse]

So, What Are We?

H1-Key Yel X Male Reader

Tags : Romance, Complex Feelings, Childhood Friends Yel, Drama, Vanilla, Sweaty, Kissing, Cogwirl, Creampies, Pussy Eating Words : 7,543 Words

The ping of a notification on my phone pulled me out of my work haze. I glanced down, expecting another email, but instead, I saw a name I hadn’t seen in months: Yel. My heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t reached out since… well, since everything happened.

I hesitated before opening the message. What could she possibly want now? The last time we’d spoken, she’d been distant, caught up in her new college life, her new boyfriend, her new everything. I’d faded into the background, like an old piece of furniture she no longer needed.

The message was simple: “Hey! It’s been a while. How have you been?”

It felt casual, but I could sense the weight behind the words. Yel wasn’t one to reach out just to chat. Not anymore.

I typed back, trying to keep it light. “Hey, Yel! I’m good. Busy with work. How about you?”

Her reply came almost instantly. “Not great, honestly. Can we meet up? I need to talk.”

I stared at the screen, my mind racing. What could’ve happened? The last I’d heard, she was still with that guy—the one who’d taken her away from me. But something in her tone felt off, like she was holding back tears even through text.

“Sure,” I replied. “Where and when?”

We met at a quiet café tucked away from the bustling city streets. I arrived first, nerves twisting in my stomach. When she walked in, my breath caught.

Yel looked… different. The usual spark in her eyes was dimmed, replaced by a hollow sadness. She spotted me and forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She slid into the seat across from me, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her sweater.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. “It’s been a while.”

She nodded, her gaze dropping to the table. “Yeah… I’m sorry I haven’t reached out sooner. Things have been… complicated.”

I leaned back in my chair, studying her. “What’s going on, Yel?”

She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. “You’ve probably heard about… the pictures.”

I froze. The pictures. The ones that had been leaked online, spreading like wildfire. I’d seen them, of course—how could I not? But I’d avoided thinking about them, avoided thinking about her.

“I did,” I admitted, my voice gentle. “I’m sorry, Yel.”

Her eyes welled with tears, and she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. “It’s been… awful. Everyone turned on me. My friends, my classmates… even him.”

Her voice broke on the last word, and I felt a pang of anger. Her boyfriend. The guy who’d been supposed to protect her, to stand by her side. Instead, he’d thrown her to the wolves.

“He’s an asshole,” I said firmly. “You didn’t deserve any of this.”

She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” I replied without hesitation.

For a moment, she just stared at me, as if she couldn’t believe someone was actually on her side. Then, to my surprise, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.

I froze, unsure of how to react. Her body was warm against mine, her chest pressing into me with a softness that made my heart race. Yel. The girl I’d had a crush on for as long as I could remember. The girl I’d thought I’d lost forever.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’ve been so alone… but you’re here.”

I hesitated for a moment before wrapping my arms around her, holding her close. “I’m here,” I said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening with tears. “Promise?”

“Promise,” I said, my voice steady.

She smiled—a real, genuine smile this time—and iIt felt like the sun breaking through the clouds. But beneath the warmth, there was something else—a tension, a pull between us that I couldn’t ignore.

“I missed you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “You were always so kind to me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“You always deserved it,” I said, my voice firm.

Her gaze softened, and for a moment, it felt like we were kids again—inseparable, carefree. But then she pulled back, breaking the moment, and I felt a pang of disappointment.

“We should hang out more,” she said, her tone lighter now. “Like we used to.”

“I’d like that,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

She smiled again, and this time, there was a glint of something in her eyes—something that made my heart race.

“Good,” she said, her voice teasing. “Because I’m not letting you go again.”

I felt a flush creep up my neck, and I quickly looked away, trying to hide my reaction.

“So,” she continued, her tone playful now, “what have you been up to since I’ve been gone?”

I hesitated, unsure of how much to share. But then I looked at her—the girl who’d always been my biggest weakness—and I knew I couldn’t lie.

“Not much,” I admitted. “Just… waiting for you to come back.”

Her smile faltered for a moment, and I thought I saw a flicker of guilt in her eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by that teasing glint.

“Well, I’m here now,” she said, her voice soft. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

We lapsed into silence, the tension between us thickening with each passing second. But before I could say anything, she stood up, her movements graceful.

“I should go,” she said, her tone regretful. “But… we’ll talk soon?”

“Definitely,” I replied, standing as well.

She hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, her body inches from mine. I could feel the warmth radiating off her, could smell the faint scent of her perfume. It was intoxicating.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine. “For everything.”

And then, before I could react, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek. It was quick, almost chaste, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me.

She pulled back, her cheeks flushed, and I saw something in her eyes—something that made my heart race.

“See you soon,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

And then she was gone, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest.

This… this changes everything.

The café was dimly lit, the kind of place where the soft hum of conversations and the clinking of cups created a cocoon of intimacy. Yel was already there when I arrived, sitting in a corner booth with a cup of coffee cupped between her hands. Her hair was draped over one shoulder, and she looked up as I approached, a tentative smile playing on her lips.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that made my chest tighten.

“Hey,” I replied, sliding into the seat across from her. The air between us felt charged, like the quiet before a storm. “How are you holding up?”

She sighed, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. “Better, I think. Thanks for asking. It’s… nice to have someone to talk to.”

I nodded, letting the silence hang for a moment before I spoke again. “You said you wanted to talk about our shared past. What’s on your mind?”

Yel hesitated, her gaze dropping to the table. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About how close we used to be. How different things were back then.”

Her words tugged at something deep inside me, a memory of childhood summers and stolen glances. “Yeah,” I murmured. “We were inseparable.”

She looked up, her eyes searching mine. “Do you ever wonder what happened? To us, I mean?”

I leaned back, considering her question. “I think life just… got in the way. We grew up, went to different schools, met new people.”

Yel’s expression softened, but there was a flicker of sadness in her eyes. “I guess. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? I feel like… I let something slip away. Something I didn’t realize I had until it was gone.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I stayed quiet, letting her fill the silence.

“Do you remember that time we went to the beach?” she asked suddenly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “When we were, what, twelve?”

I chuckled, the memory instantly flooding back. “How could I forget? You dared me to jump off that cliff, and I ended up scraping my knee on the rocks.”

Her laugh was soft, almost nostalgic. “You were so brave back then. Always doing whatever I asked, no matter how crazy.”

I shrugged, feeling a warmth spread through me at her words. “Anything for you, Yel.”

Her smile wavered, and she looked away, her fingers tightening around her cup. “I miss that,” she whispered. “I miss you.”

The air between us grew heavier, and I felt a pang of something I couldn’t quite name. “I’m still here,” I said quietly. “I’ve always been here.”

She met my gaze again, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I know. And that’s why I’m so grateful. You’re the only one who’s stuck by me through all of this.”

I reached across the table, gently placing my hand over hers. “You don’t have to thank me, Yel. That’s what friends are for.”

She studied our hands, her thumb brushing against mine in a way that sent a jolt through my veins. “But what if… what if I want more than that?”

My breath caught, and I felt my pulse quicken. “Yel—”

She cut me off, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I just… I feel like I don’t even know you anymore. The real you. And it scares me.”

I tightened my grip on her hand, my mind racing. “You do know me. Better than anyone else.”

She shook her head, her tears spilling over. “I don’t. Not really. I was so caught up in my own world, in him, that I didn’t even notice what I was losing. And now… now I’m afraid it’s too late.”

“It’s not,” I said firmly, my voice low and steady. “It’s never too late, Yel.”

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and searching. “Then tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me who you are. Really.”

I hesitated, feeling the weight of her words settle over me. “I’m the same person I’ve always been,” I said finally. “The one who’d do anything for you.”

Her lips parted, and I could see the conflict in her eyes—the fear, the hope, the longing. “Even now?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Especially now.”

She stared at me for a long moment, her breath shallow, and then she pulled her hand away, wiping at her tears. “I don’t deserve you,” she murmured, her voice breaking.

“Don’t say that,” I said firmly, leaning forward. “You deserve everything, Yel. And if I can be a part of that, then I’m here. No matter what.”

She looked at me, her eyes filled with a vulnerability that made my chest ache. “What if I mess it up again? What if I lose you?”

“You won’t,” I promised, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to the table again. “I don’t know how to do this,” she admitted. “How to… be close to someone without ruining it.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I said softly. “Together.”

Her eyes met mine, and for the first time that evening, I saw a glimmer of hope. “Together,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

We sat there in silence for a while, the weight of our conversation hanging in the air. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence—it was the kind that felt like the first step toward something new, something fragile and beautiful.

Eventually, Yel spoke again, her voice soft but steady. “Can I tell you something? About… him?”

I nodded, feeling a pang of unease but pushing it aside. “Of course.”

She took a deep breath, her fingers tracing patterns on the table. “He was… charming, at first. Funny, confident, the kind of guy who made you feel like you were the only person in the room. But after a while, I started to notice things. Little things, at first. The way he’d get jealous if I talked to other guys. The way he’d make me feel guilty for spending time with my friends.”

Her voice was calm, but I could see the pain in her eyes, and it made my chest tighten.

“And then, it got worse,” she continued, her voice trembling. “He started to control everything—what I wore, who I talked to, where I went. And when I tried to stand up to him, he’d just… twist it around, make it seem like it was my fault.”

I clenched my fists under the table, but I kept my voice steady. “He was an asshole, Yel. You didn’t deserve that.”

She nodded, her tears spilling over again. “I know… now. But back then, I just wanted him to love me. I thought if I could just be enough, he’d treat me the way he used to. But he never did.”

I reached across the table again, gently taking her hand in mine. “You are enough. You always have been.”

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For saying that. For… everything.”

I squeezed her hand, feeling a surge of protectiveness. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad you’re here. With me.”

Her lips curved into a small smile, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. “Me too,” she murmured.

The tension between us was palpable, a quiet hum of something waiting to be acknowledged. But neither of us spoke, neither of us moved. We just sat there, our hands intertwined, our breaths syncing in the quiet stillness of the café.

And then, slowly, tentatively, Yel leaned forward, her eyes searching mine. “Do you think…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think we could ever…?”

Her words trailed off, but I knew what she was asking. And the answer was there, in the way my heart raced, in the way my gaze lingered on her lips.

But before I could respond, before I could even think, she pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushing. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have—”

I cut her off, my hand tightening around hers. “Don’t apologize, Yel,” I said softly. “Not for this.”

She looked at me, her eyes wide and uncertain, and I felt a surge of something I couldn’t quite name—something that made me want to close the distance between us, to erase the pain in her eyes.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I leaned back, giving her the space she needed, even as my heart screamed for more.

And in that moment, I knew one thing for certain: this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

The café was quiet, the soft hum of a distant espresso machine the only sound that broke the silence between us. Yel’s fingers traced the edge of her coffee cup, her eyes downcast, but there was something in the way she looked at me—something that made my heart skip a beat. The air between us felt charged, electric, as though we were on the brink of something neither of us had the courage to name.

“You’re the only one who’s stayed,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everyone else just… left.” Her eyes met mine, and I could see the vulnerability there, the raw need for connection that she’d buried so deep for so long.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said firmly, reaching across the table to take her hand in mine. Her fingers were warm, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she intertwined them with mine, her grip tight, as though she was afraid I might disappear if she let go.

“You always were too good to me,” she said softly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“You’ve always deserved it,” I replied, my voice steady even as my heart raced. “You just… forgot that for a while.”

She looked at me then, her gaze searching, as though she was trying to see past the words, past the surface, to the truth beneath. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. Not when she was looking at me like that.

“What if…” she started, then hesitated, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “What if I want more than just friendship?”

The question hung in the air between us, heavy, loaded. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. I could only stare at her, at the way her cheeks flushed pink, at the way her eyes darted away, then back to mine, searching for an answer I wasn’t sure I could give.

“More?” I finally managed, my voice barely a whisper.

She nodded, her hand tightening around mine. “I don’t want to lose you again. Not like before. Not… not like everyone else.”

I could feel the heat of her gaze, the intensity of her words, and it was all I could do to keep my composure. But there was something else, too—something that made my stomach twist, my chest tighten. Something that made me want to pull her close, to kiss her until she forgot all the pain, all the heartache.

But I didn’t. Not yet.

Instead, I leaned forward, our faces inches apart, the warmth of her breath ghosting over my skin. “You’re not going to lose me,” I said, my voice low, steady. “Not now. Not ever.”

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she might pull away. But then she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine, soft, tentative, as though she was testing the waters. It was a kiss, but it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a question, a promise, a plea all rolled into one.

And then she deepened it.

Her hands slid up to my neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck as she pulled me closer. Her lips moved against mine with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine, her tongue teasing, coaxing, begging for more. I could feel the heat of her body pressed against mine, the curve of her breasts brushing against my chest, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to give in, not to let myself get lost in the moment.

But I couldn’t. Not here. Not like this.

Reluctantly, I pulled back, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest. Yel’s eyes were dark, her lips swollen, and I could see the confusion, the hurt, in her gaze.

“I—” she started, but I cut her off, my voice soft but firm.

“Not here,” I said, my hand reaching up to cup her cheek. “Not like this.”

She stared at me for a moment, her brows furrowed, and then she nodded, her shoulders slumping in resignation. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” I repeated, my thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. “But this… this isn’t just about us. It’s about you. About what you need. What you’re ready for.”

She looked at me then, her eyes searching, and I could see the vulnerability, the fear, the hope, all swirling together in her gaze. “And what if I’m ready?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What if I’m ready for more?”

I hesitated, my mind racing, my heart pounding. Because the truth was, I didn’t know. I didn’t know if she was ready, if I was ready, if this was the right thing to do. But I knew one thing for certain: I couldn’t hurt her. Not again. Not like before.

“Then we’ll figure it out,” I said finally, my voice steady even as my heart raced. “Together.”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I saw a flicker of hope, of happiness, in her gaze. And in that moment, I knew one thing for certain: this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

The air between us was electric as we stood in the dimly lit hallway of my apartment. Yel’s back was pressed against the wall, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Her eyes, wide and vulnerable, locked onto mine, searching for something—reassurance, permission, desire? I wasn’t entirely sure. But the tension was unbearable, and the way she looked at me—soft lips parted, cheeks flushed—made it impossible to think clearly.

My hand found its way to her waist, fingers grazing the curve of her hip as I stepped closer. Her breath hitched, a small, almost imperceptible sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way she trembled slightly under my touch. My other hand lifted to her face, cupping her cheek gently. Her skin was warm, and she leaned into my palm, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again.

“Yel,” I murmured, my voice low and rough, “are you sure about this?”

She hesitated, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Then, slowly, she nodded. “I need this,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need you.”

That was all the confirmation I needed. My hand slid from her waist to the back of her thigh, lifting her leg gently as I pressed myself against her. Her breath escaped in a soft gasp, fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt as if anchoring herself to the moment. My lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, testing the waters. Her response was immediate—she kissed me back with a hunger that took my breath away, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer.

The kiss deepened, our lips moving together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and entirely new. Her body molded against mine, and I could feel the heat building between us, the way her heart raced in time with mine. My hand traveled higher up her thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her skirt before dipping beneath it. Her breath caught again, and she broke the kiss, her eyes wide and searching.

“Wait,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “I… I want to show you something.”

I pulled back slightly, giving her space, even though every fiber of my being ached to close the distance again. “Whatever you need,” I said softly, my hand still resting on her thigh.

Yel looked down, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. With trembling fingers, she reached for the hem of her sweater and began to pull it up. My breath caught as she revealed her soft, pale skin inch by inch, until the sweater was completely off, discarded on the floor beside us. She stood before me in nothing but her bra and skirt, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself as she looked up at me, unsure.

“You’re gorgeous,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe. I couldn’t take my eyes off her—the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her breasts, the way her skin seemed to glow in the dim light. She blushed furiously at my words, her hands still shielding herself, but I could see the small, shy smile tugging at her lips.

“You really think so?” she asked, her voice small and unsure.

“I know so,” I replied, stepping closer. My hands gently reached for hers, pulling them away from her chest. “Don’t hide from me, Yel. You’re beautiful.”

Her breath hitched as my hands brushed against her skin, and she slowly let her arms fall to her sides, revealing herself completely. I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped my lips as I took in the sight of her. Her bra clung to her curves, accentuating her full breasts, and my fingers itched to touch her, to feel her skin beneath my hands.

“You’re so stunning,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. My hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer as my lips found hers again. This kiss was deeper, more urgent, our bodies pressing together as if trying to erase any space between us. Her hands slid up my chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt until it was open and discarded beside her sweater.

The heat between us was almost unbearable, every touch sending sparks through my body. My hands roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine before stopping at the clasp of her bra. I hesitated, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. “Can I?” I asked, my voice husky.

She nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

With trembling fingers, I undid the clasp, letting the fabric fall away. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I had imagined—full and soft, her nipples hard and pebbled under the cool air of the room. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her, my hands cupping her breasts gently, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into my touch.

“You’re so perfect,” I murmured, my lips trailing down her neck, across her collarbone, until they found the softness of her breast. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair as I kissed and teased her sensitive skin, her moans growing louder with each touch.

“I… I’ve never felt like this before,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s like… I can’t think, I just… I need more.”

My lips returned to hers, silencing her words with a kiss that was both tender and desperate. Her hands roamed my chest, exploring every inch of my skin as if trying to memorize the feel of me. Our bodies pressed together, the heat between us growing with every touch, every breath.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmured against her lips, my hands trailing down her sides to the waistband of her skirt. “Tell me, Yel.”

Her eyes met mine, dark with desire and something else—something deeper. “I want you,” she breathed, her voice filled with need. “All of you.”

Her voice lingered in the air, trembling with a raw vulnerability that made my chest ache. “I want you,” she had said, and those three words echoed in my mind like a mantra. I knelt before her, my hands resting on her hips as I looked up at her. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, and I could see the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice low, my hands sliding down to the hem of her skirt.

She nodded, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, “Yes.”

Slowly, I hooked my fingers under the fabric of her skirt, pulling it down her legs. The sound of the fabric brushing against her skin was soft, almost muffled by the pounding of my heart in my ears. Her thighs were warm beneath my palms, and I could feel the faint tremor in them as I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her skin.

Yel let out a small gasp as I pressed my lips to her inner thigh, my hands squeezing gently. “Oh God,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I moved slowly, savoring the taste of her skin, the way her body responded to every touch. My lips trailed higher, and I could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her legs trembled as I got closer. When I finally reached the delicate lace of her panties, I paused, looking up at her.

Her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes were half-lidded with desire. “Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs. The air between us was electric, and I could feel the tension building as I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her.

The first touch of my tongue against her made her gasp, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Yes,” she moaned, her hips arching slightly towards me.

I took my time, exploring her with my tongue, savoring the taste of her. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and I could feel the way her thighs trembled against my shoulders. Her hands pressed down on my head, urging me closer, and I obliged, deepening my strokes.

“Oh God,” she cried, her voice trembling. “Just like that.”

Her breathing grew ragged, her moans more desperate, and I could feel the tension building in her body. She was close, so close, and I wanted to push her over the edge. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her steady as I continued to stroke her with my tongue.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I kept going, my tongue moving faster, more insistently, until I felt her body tense, her thighs tightening around me. She let out a loud, desperate moan, her nails digging into my scalp as she came undone.

For a moment, she was still, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Then she looked down at me, her eyes dark with desire. “Come here,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

I stood, my body pressed against hers, and she reached up, pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips were soft, her tongue hot against mine, and I could taste the remnants of her on my lips. Her hands roamed my body, desperate and needy, and I could feel the way she pressed herself against me, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her release.

“I need you,” she breathed against my lips, her hands fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. “All of you.”

I didn’t stop her as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders, her hands immediately going to my chest. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine, and I could feel the way she trembled as she kissed me, her body pressed tightly against mine.

Her hands slid down to the waistband of my pants, and I could feel the way she hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly. “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice soft, uncertain.

I nodded, my hands resting on her hips. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

She slid her hands under the fabric, her fingers brushing against the hard length of me, and I let out a low groan. Her touch was tentative, almost shy, but it was enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping around me.

I let out a low groan, my head falling back as she stroked me. Her touch was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to make my knees weak.

“Yel,” I groaned, my hands tightening on her hips.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

I didn’t know how to answer her. I wanted so much, more than I could put into words. But I also knew that we had already crossed a line, that this moment was fragile, delicate.

Before I could respond, she leaned in, pressing her lips to mine in a deep, desperate kiss. Her body pressed against mine, her hands still wrapped around me, and I could feel the way she trembled with need.

“I want you,” she whispered against my lips, her voice breaking. “All of you.”

Her lips were still pressed to mine, her breath hot and ragged, when she suddenly broke the kiss, her eyes locking onto mine with a wild, almost feral intensity. Before I could even process what was happening, Yel’s hands were on my shoulders, and with a surprising strength, she pushed me backward. I stumbled slightly, my legs hitting the edge of the bed, and then I was falling, the soft mattress catching me as she followed, her body landing on top of mine in a tangle of limbs.

Her hair was a mess, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks, and her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling as she straddled me, her warmth pressing into me in a way that made my head spin. My hands instinctively found her hips, anchoring myself to her as she began to move, grinding against me with a urgency that sent sparks racing through my body.

“Fuck,” I muttered, the word escaping my lips in a breathless gasp. Her name followed, “Yel….”_

She didn’t respond with words, only a low, throaty moan that vibrated through her chest and into mine. Her hands moved from my shoulders to my chest, her fingers splaying as if she wanted to feel every inch of me. Her eyes were half-lidded, dark with desire, and her lips were parted, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. She was completely lost in the moment, and I was right there with her.

Her hips moved again, slower this time, but with a deliberate rhythm that had me gripping her tighter, my fingers digging into her soft skin. She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to where our bodies were pressed together, and then her hands were on mine, guiding them upward.

“Touch me,” she whispered, her voice husky and raw. “Please.”_

Her hands brought mine to her breasts, and I didn’t hesitate. My palms cupped them, the weight of them filling my hands, and I could feel the way her heartbeat quickened under my touch. She let out a shuddering sigh, her head tipping back slightly as I began to knead them gently, her skin warm and impossibly soft beneath my fingers.

“More,” she breathed, her hips still moving against me, the friction maddening. “Don’t stop.”_

I didn’t. I couldn’t. My hands roamed over her, exploring every curve, every dip, every inch of her that I could reach. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and her movements became less controlled, more frantic. She was everywhere—her scent, her warmth, her sounds—and I was drowning in her, completely consumed.

Her lips found mine again, the kiss deep and hungry, her tongue sliding against mine in a way that had me groaning into her mouth. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling slightly, and I could feel the way her body trembled above mine. She was so close, teetering on the edge, and I wanted her to fall.

“Yel…” I managed to whisper against her lips, my voice strained with the effort of speaking through the haze of desire. “You’re so beautiful…”_

She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, she just stared at me, her chest heaving. Then she smiled, a small, almost shy smile that was so unlike anything I’d seen from her before. It was pure, unguarded, and it took my breath away.

“I need you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need all of you.”_

Her words sent a jolt through me, and my hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer still. She gasped, her body arching into mine, and I could feel the way she was unraveling, her control slipping away. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and her lips found my neck, biting down gently as she moaned against my skin.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please… don’t stop.”_

I didn’t. I couldn’t. My hands moved to her thighs, squeezing gently as I urged her to keep moving, to keep grinding against me. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and her breaths came in short, shallow gasps. She was so close, so close, and I could feel the way her body was tensing, the way she was holding herself back.

“Yel…” I whispered again, my voice rough with need. “Come for me…”_

Her hips stuttered, and then she was falling, her body going rigid as a loud, desperate cry tore from her lips. Her hands gripped me tightly, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on my skin, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was her, about the way she was coming undone in my arms, about the way her body trembled and shook with the force of her release.

Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving as she collapsed against me, her forehead resting on my shoulder. Her body was still trembling, her skin slick with sweat, and I could feel the way her heart was racing against mine. She didn’t speak, didn’t move, just stayed there, pressed against me, her breath warm against my skin.

I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to even begin to process what had just happened. But I didn’t need words. Not right now. All I needed was her, and the way she was holding onto me, like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.

“Yel…” I started, my voice soft, tentative.

She lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and there was something in her gaze—something raw, something vulnerable—that made my chest ache. She didn’t say anything, just reached up, her fingers brushing against my cheek, her touch so gentle it almost hurt.

“Don’t let go,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please… don’t let go.”_

I didn’t. I couldn’t. My arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, and I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She sighed, her body relaxing against mine, and for a moment, everything was still, quiet. It was just us, just this moment, and I never wanted it to end.

But then she shifted slightly against me, her body moving in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat through me. She looked up at me again, her eyes dark, her lips parted, and I could see the desire still burning in her gaze, even now, even after everything.

“More…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need more.”

Her breath hitched as she whispered, “More…” and her voice trembled with a need that mirrored my own. I could feel her body trembling against mine, her warmth pressing into me, begging for something neither of us could deny anymore. My hands slid down her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, and she let out a soft gasp as I pulled her closer. Her lips found mine again, hot and desperate, and I kissed her with a hunger that surprised even me.

Her hands moved to my chest, pushing me back gently until I was lying flat on the bed. She straddled me, her thighs pressing against my sides, and I could feel the heat of her core against my stomach. She leaned down, her lips trailing kisses along my jawline, down my neck, and across my chest. Her tongue flicked over my nipple, teasing it until it hardened under her touch, and I groaned, my hands gripping her hips tightly.

“Yel,” I breathed, my voice rough with desire. She looked up at me, her eyes dark and filled with a need that sent a shiver down my spine. She smiled, a wicked, knowing smile, and then her lips continued their descent. She kissed her way down my stomach, her hands sliding over my hips as she moved lower. My heart raced as I realized where she was going, and I could feel the anticipation building inside me like a wildfire.

Her lips brushed against the inside of my thigh, and I tensed, my breath catching in my throat. She looked up at me, her eyes locking onto mine, and then her tongue darted out, teasing me, tasting me. I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed as her tongue circled my aching core, slow and deliberate. She took her time, exploring every inch of me, her hands gripping my thighs to keep me from squirming away.

But I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay right here, lost in the pleasure she was giving me. Her tongue flicked over my sensitive bud, and I cried out, my hands tangling in her hair. She moaned against me, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through my body, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” I begged, my voice shaking. “Yel, please…”

She didn’t respond, at least not with words. Instead, she intensified her movements, her tongue circling me faster, harder. Her fingers joined in, sliding inside me with ease, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. She curled her fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars, and I screamed her name as I came undone, my body trembling with the force of my release.

She didn’t stop, though. She kept going, her tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to drag another orgasm out of me. I was panting, my body shaking, but she didn’t slow down. It was too much, and yet I didn’t want her to stop. My hands fisted the sheets, and I clawed at the mattress as she brought me to the brink again and again.

Finally, she pulled away, her lips glistening, and she looked up at me with a look of pure satisfaction. I was boneless, my body still trembling, and she crawled up my body, her breasts brushing against my skin as she moved. She kissed me, her lips soft against mine, and I could taste myself on her tongue. It was intoxicating.

She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Your turn,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I flipped her over onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. She gasped, her eyes widening, and I smiled, lowering myself to kiss her deeply. My free hand slid down her body, teasing her breasts, her stomach, and finally finding her core. I slipped two fingers inside her, and she moaned, her hips lifting off the bed to meet my hand.

I moved my fingers inside her, curling them just the way I knew she liked, and she cried out, her nails digging into my arm. Her body jerked with pleasure, and I watched her face as she came undone, her mouth opened in a silent scream.

I didn’t stop there. I wanted to push her further, to make her feel as good as she had made me feel. I pulled my fingers out of her and positioned myself between her legs, my hardness pressing against her entrance. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading, and I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

She gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I began to move, slow and steady at first, but quickly building into a frantic pace. Her nails raked down my back, and I groaned, the pleasure-pain only driving me on. Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate with every thrust, and I could feel her walls tightening around me as she got closer to the edge.

I reached between us, my thumb circling her clit, and she cried out, her body jerking with pleasure as she came. Her walls clenched around me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I buried myself deep inside her, my own release washing over me in waves as I filled her.

We collapsed together, our bodies tangled and sweaty, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing filling the room. Then she turned to me, her eyes soft and filled with something I couldn’t quite name.

“Again,” she whispered, her voice a plea, and I knew I couldn’t say no.

I rolled her onto her stomach, her hips lifting instinctively, and I entered her from behind, my hands gripping her waist tightly. She moaned, her back arching, and I set a punishing pace, my hips slamming into hers with enough force to make the bed creak. Her moans turned into screams, and I could feel her orgasm building again, her walls tightening around me as she came.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. We moved together, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible, and I lost count of how many times we came together. All I knew was the feeling of her, the sounds she made, and the way she clung to me as if I were the only thing keeping her grounded.

Hours later, we were still tangled together, our bodies spent but our desire far from sated. She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded and filled with a hunger that matched my own.

“So what are We"?

[raevalyntine]

what happens when you buy a little plushie of the man you love?

(zayne fluff! a gift for all zayne lovers out there, let's shower him with the love he deserves)

Akso Hospital had always been proud of its reputation—cutting-edge technology, pioneering research, and a surgical team led by some of the brightest minds in the field.

At the very center of it all?

Dr. Zayne Li. Their prodigy. Their miracle. Their youngest Starcatcher Award recipient. The man whose steady hands had rewritten the outcomes of congenital heart defects. Whose name was printed in journals and whispered in lecture halls. Cold, brilliant, focused. A doctor with a heart so carefully guarded, it felt like a privilege just to see him smile.

You knew better. You’d seen the version the world never got to see.

The one who braided a little girl’s hair in the pediatric wing because she missed her mom. The one who kept your favorite tea stocked in his office. The one whose silence was never empty, but filled with a love so steady you could feel it in your bones.

You didn’t know that the board of directors had been planning a new mascot for the pediatric wing. Or that every single person in the room had immediately, unanimously, said his name. Zayne. Beloved by patients. Respected by interns. The silent strength behind Akso’s brilliance.

So when you walked into the hospital that afternoon, expecting nothing more than a quick lunch date with your snowman of a boyfriend, you weren’t prepared for the way your world stilled.

Because there—tucked between informational brochures and pastel signage, under the soft hum of the hospital lights—

Was a plushie. Of Zayne. Your Zayne.

Your breath caught in your chest.

It was so small. Maybe the size of your palm. But the craftsmanship was unreal—his pale beige three-piece suit, stitched to perfection. His crisp white shirt. The tie you knot every morning as his eyes find yours, and he leans in—quiet, close—to kiss your forehead like you’re his first breath of peace for the day. A miniature stethoscope rested on his tiny chest. His neatly styled jet-black hair was captured in soft tufts, complete with that single familiar swoop at the front. And his expression—gentle, smiling, just a little—was so unmistakably him, it felt like someone had reached into your chest and sewn your feelings into fabric.

His embroidered green eyes were thoughtful. His blushing cheeks were subtle, like warmth just beginning to bloom.

Your fingers trembled as you reached out, brushing the plushie’s cheek with your thumb. And suddenly—your chest felt too full. Was it the hospital lights? Or your hormones? Or just the impossible, overwhelming truth of how much you loved him?

“Oh my god,” you whispered, hands lifting to your mouth. “Is this... Zayne?”

The nurse nearby laughed gently. “Yeah. New pediatric mascot. The kids adore him. Honestly, so do the parents.”

You were already at the counter before she finished speaking, your heart soft and stormy all at once. You held the plush like it might shatter in your hands. It was just… so him. And something about seeing him this way—gentle, warm, huggable—made your chest ache with a pride too big for words.

Then, a small voice near you pulled you out of the moment.

“That’s Dr. Zayne,” a little boy said to his mom, pointing. “He was really nice to me when I had to stay here. He let me listen to my own heartbeat.”

You nearly choked on a sob.

Crouching down, you held the plushie out to him. “Would you like one?”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

You nodded and bought one without hesitation, handing it to him like it was the most natural thing in the world. “He’d want you to have one. He’s… pretty special, huh?”

The boy hugged it tight. “Yeah. He is. He’s my hero!”

And somewhere behind you, footsteps padded softly down the corridor. Zayne had just stepped out of his office, clipboard in hand, his white coat fluttering gently behind him. He stopped the moment his eyes found you—kneeling beside a child, handing him a plushie version of him, your face aglow with so much love it nearly knocked the breath from his lungs.

And then he saw it—the plushie pressed to your chest, your touch light and reverent, like you were holding more than just fabric and thread. He saw the way your fingers paused over its stitched little smile. The way you looked down at it with a softness so achingly full of devotion, he could barely stand still.

And for a long, suspended second, Zayne forgot the beeping monitors, the lab reports, the surgeries waiting to be reviewed. Because in that moment, standing quietly in the hallway, he realised— No professional honour had ever made him feel like this. No accolade, no award, no headline about his “exceptional precision” or “gifted hands” had ever made him feel the way you did.

Like he wasn’t just someone who knew the rhythm of a heart—but had become the reason one beat at all.

He stepped closer. You looked up, startled—but then you softened. And smiled.

You lifted the plush slightly. “Look who I found.”

Zayne let out the smallest laugh, something caught between amusement and awe. “You bought a plushie of me?”

You stood, hugging it gently to your chest. “I bought two, actually. Gave one to a little boy who said you helped him listen to his heartbeat.”

His eyes lowered. “I remember him.”

“I’m really proud of you,” you whispered.

His hand came up, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I thought it was ridiculous, honestly,” he murmured. “Being made into a mascot. I didn’t think it meant anything. But…”

His fingers brushed against yours, just where they rested on the plush’s sleeve.

“…seeing you hold it like that—it feels like it does.”

Your voice trembled with tenderness as you whispered, “It does.”

And right there, in the middle of Akso Hospital, surrounded by laughter and life and the quiet hum of machines—he kissed your forehead.

Soft. Lingering. Like he was stitching the moment into the very fabric of his soul.

You didn’t say anything more. You didn’t need to.

A single, quiet “I love you” passed between you, unspoken, but felt in the brush of his lips against your skin.

The plush stayed in your hands the rest of the day—clutched to your chest, warm and cherished. Like a tiny, stitched promise of everything the real him already was.

Yours. Completely.

[dragoneyelashart]

greedy ★⋆˙

smut ୨ৎ warnings: g!p billie, oral (billie receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, sub!top billie, daddy kink summary: billie needs a little extra money for the summer, and you decide to let her help out around your house.

wc: 2.6k

you didn’t mean to answer the door like that. well. that’s a lie. you knew what you were doing when you slipped into the bikini this morning, thin straps barely there, the fabric hugging your curves like a secret whispered against your skin. the color, a deep, sultry maroon, made your sun-kissed skin glow, the kind of shade that caught the light and held it, teasing without revealing too much. the top was simple but perfect: a triangle cut that lifted and framed you just right, leaving your collarbones and shoulders exposed to the summer sun.

around your hips, you tied a lightweight, sheer coverup skirt, soft, translucent chiffon that fluttered with every step, teasing glimpses of your bikini bottoms beneath. the skirt hit just above mid-thigh, swaying and shifting in the warm breeze like it was made to move with you, effortless and a little bit dangerous. the whole look was casual, sultry, and absolutely you, a subtle invitation, wrapped in sun-soaked confidence.

you didn’t expect her to look quite so wrecked, though. she stands on your porch like she forgot how her legs work. her  hair is messy, loose strands falling over her face, catching the sunlight in wild, unruly waves. she’s wearing a simple tank top, soft and slightly worn, stretched just enough to hint at the lean muscles beneath. her baggy pants hang low on her hips, practical and loose, with the hems just brushing the tops of her scuffed sneakers.

in her hands is a tool kit, the kind she probably borrowed from her dad without asking, and her eyes flicker around nervously, down at her own pants, then back up to you, like her brain hasn’t quite caught up with the way her dick is already reacting to the sight of you.

“i—uh,” she stammers. “hi.”

“hi sweetheart,” you say, soft and amused, leaning on the doorframe just enough to make your chest rise a little higher. “billie, right?”

she nods, but she’s not making eye contact anymore. her eyes flick to your thighs, to your chest, to where the strings of your bikini tie tight at your hips. you can practically feel her getting hard. no, see it, once you glance down.

her pants do a terrible job of hiding nine inches of anything.

“you’re right on time,” you add, giving her a slow once-over. “you want something to drink before you get started?”

“water,” she says, voice cracking just slightly. “please.”

you step aside to let her in. her shoulder brushes yours, and you swear you hear her breath hitch.

she follows you inside like a puppy, quiet, a little too eager, trying not to stare at the sway of your hips as you walk ahead. the kitchen’s cool from the A/C, but her skin’s already flushed. nervous, maybe. or just hot in all the wrong ways.

you open the fridge, bend at the waist just a little more than necessary, and hear it, sharp breath behind you. you smirk.

you hand her a cold bottle of water and lean back against the counter, sipping your own. her eyes are everywhere except your face.

“you sure you’re good to work in this heat?” you ask, tilting your head.

“yeah—yeah, totally,” she mutters. “just, uh… gotta get used to it, i guess.”

her voice is tight, and she keeps adjusting her pants. the fabric’s doing nothing for her anymore—it’s stretched high and obvious over the hard line of her cock, thick and pulsing and definitely not something she can hide.

you let your eyes linger.

she sees you looking, and freezes.

“sorry,” she blurts, color rushing to her face. “i—it just—happens sometimes. i didn’t mean—”

“don’t apologize,” you say, and your voice is low now, smooth like honey over warm skin. “it’s flattering.”

she blinks, mouth slightly parted. she doesn’t move.

“you ever get distracted like this doing yard work before?”

she shakes her head, stiff. “no. never.”

you take a slow step forward. then another. she stays rooted in place, but her eyes are wide now, caught between panic and something needier, darker, lower.

“you’re cute,” you murmur. “do people tell you that?”

she nods. “not like this.”

you smile, wicked. “not when they’re old enough to be your—?”

“don’t,” she says, voice cracking again, this time with need.

you reach out and tug at the hem of her hoodie, lifting it just enough to see the outline of her abs, the pale strip of skin above her waistband.

“what if i do?”

her breath shudders out of her, and you know you’ve got her now. you’ve had her since the moment she walked up your driveway.

your hand grazes the waistband of her shorts, and she twitches.

“this okay?” you ask, even though her cock is straining so hard against the fabric she probably couldn’t speak if she tried.

“please,” she whispers.

you palm her over the shorts, slow and firm, and she nearly folds in half. her hand shoots out to grip the counter behind you like she needs something to hold onto.

“fuck,” she mutters, voice rough.

“you’ve been hard since the porch,” you say softly. “poor thing.”

she whines. actually whines.

you tug the waistband down just enough to free her cock, and fuck, fuck, it’s big. thick, flushed, leaking already. you wrap your fingers around it and she jerks like she’s going to come already.

“been a while?” you ask, pumping her slowly, teasing.

she nods again, rapid and desperate.

“how long?”

“months,” she gasps. “i—I didn’t think—”

you hush her with a look.

“you’re doing so well,” you murmur. “so good for me.”

you drop to your knees, watching her bite back a moan when your tongue grazes the tip.

you drop to your knees, slow and smooth, like you’ve got all the time in the world. the tile floor is cool beneath you, but all you can feel is heat, radiating off her, thick in the air between you, pulsing under your skin.

she’s panting now. hands still braced on the counter like she doesn’t trust herself to stand.

her cock twitches once, hard, and you glance up at her with a lazy smile.

“shy all of a sudden?” you murmur, lips barely an inch from her tip.

“n–no,” she breathes, but her voice breaks on the edge of it.

you tilt your head and lean in, licking a slow stripe up the underside. she chokes on her breath, hips jolting forward like she didn’t mean to. her cock is hot and heavy against your tongue, salty-slick from precome, and you hum as you taste her.

“fuck—fuck,” she whispers, like a prayer, like she’s already overwhelmed.

you wrap one hand around the base and take her in, just the tip, wet and swollen and trembling against your lips. her knees buckle slightly and she whines again, desperate and already losing control. you flatten your tongue and let her slide a little deeper, sucking slow and steady while your hand strokes the rest.

“holy shit,” she mutters, eyes squeezed shut. “i can’t, fuck i can’t—”

“yes you can,” you say, pulling off just long enough to murmur it against her skin. “you will, baby. be my good girl c’mon”

you take her deeper this time, relaxing your throat inch by inch until she hits the back. her thighs are shaking, and her fingers curl tight around the edge of the counter, white-knuckled and straining.

you moan around her, and the sound makes her curse, low and guttural.

“oh god” she rasps. “you’re—so good, oh my god—”

you bob your head slowly, rhythm steady and slick. spit gathers at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin as you work her deeper each time. you can feel her pulsing under your tongue, twitching in your hand, already close and fighting it.

she looks down at you like she can’t believe this is real, as if she’s  dreamt it before but never dared to imagine it this vivid. your mouth on her. your eyes locked on hers. your lips stretched wide around her cock.

you pull off again just long enough to stroke her faster with your hand, letting her glisten with spit.

“you’re gonna come for me, baby?” you whisper, voice thick and dark. “gonna let me taste you right?”

she nods, frantic. “yes. yes—please—i’m gonna—fuck—please—”

you suck her deep one last time, hollowing your cheeks and humming like you want her to feel it in her bones.

and she breaks.

her whole body goes rigid, and she lets out the quietest, most wrecked sound you’ve ever heard, a broken whimper as her cock jerks in your mouth, thick ropes of come hitting the back of your throat. you take it all, swallowing without flinching, hands never stopping their pace.

you stay there a second longer, licking her clean, letting her breathe.

when you finally pull back, she looks like she’s about to collapse.

you smile up at her, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“good girl,” you say softly. “so sweet for me.”

her knees give just a little, and you catch her hips in your hands like it’s nothing. you watch her try to recover.

she's pink in the face, still trembling a little, like she hasn't come down from it yet. there's a drop of sweat at her temple, her lips parted, breath shallow. you give her thigh a soft pat and rise to your feet, brushing your fingers through your hair like none of it even fazed you.

"now," you say, sweetly, "didn't you have a list of things to do today?"

she blinks at you like she doesn’t speak english.

��you can start with the side gate. it sticks.”

you press a water bottle into her hand, smirk still curling your lips, and gesture toward the back door.

“chop chop.”

she looks stunned. dizzy. her cock still half-hard and damp in her shorts, clearly aching. but she nods and stumbles outside, and you watch her go with a smug little roll of your hips.

you rinse your mouth at the sink, pour yourself a cold glass of sweet tea, and head to the living room. the air feels sweeter now. heavy with satisfaction. you flop down onto the couch and scroll through your phone, every now and then catching glimpses of her through the back window.

she's not getting much done.

mostly she’s just… pacing. fidgeting. adjusting herself constantly. at one point, you see her press her palm flat to the wall, forehead against her arm, like she’s trying not to scream.

pathetic, you think, lips twitching.

but you don’t realize how far she’s slipping until you walk into the kitchen again an hour later, barefoot, glass in hand, and she’s suddenly there, behind you.

you barely hear the screen door shut.

then it’s heat. weight. her, right up against you, her chest pressed to your back, her breath ragged in your ear as her hips grind against your ass, slow and desperate.

“i—i can’t,” she whines. “i can’t take it. please.”

you let out a breath, startled but not surprised.

“billie—”

“please just the tip,” she begs, rutting against you like she’s lost her mind. “just for a second, please, please—i need it, i need it.”

her cock is hard again, throbbing against the curve of your ass. she’s leaking through her shorts, and you can feel it. sticky. wet. your thighs clench before you can stop them.

you turn around, glass thunking against the counter.

“you couldn’t last a full hour?” you taunt, raising an eyebrow.

she whimpers, shakes her head.

“no—no, i can’t—i tried—but you—your mouth—fuck—please let me in, i’ll be good, i swear—”

you glance her over, eyes trailing from her flushed cheeks to the twitch of her hips. her hands are gripping the counter on either side of you now, trapping you between her arms. she’s trembling. full-body, wrecked.

“fucking pathetic baby, go on then, just the tip,” you warn.

“yes—yes, just the tip—i promise—”

you grab her hand, drag it between your thighs.

“then make it quick, baby.”

you don’t even get your bottoms off all the way, just push them aside and let her fumble for her cock, already dripping. the moment she slides in, it’s like she breaks.

you gasp at the stretch, even the tip is too much, thick and hot and swollen from earlier, but before you can tell her to stop, she’s already moving. grinding. inching deeper without permission.

“oh my god,” she moans. “you’re so warm, so soaked, i can’t— daddy i can’t—”

“billie—baby—just the tip—”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry daddy” she gasps, “but i have to, please—fuck—”

and then she thrusts.

hard.

you choke on your own breath as her cock sinks in deeper, too deep. she’s not slow, not gentle, not asking anymore. she’s fucking you like something snapped inside her. like her brain shut off and her body’s only got one gear now: ruin.

you brace yourself on the counter, eyes wide, mouth open. she’s panting behind you, moaning shamelessly, hips slamming into yours like she needs to break you open.

“you feel so good—so tight—i’m gonna lose it—fuck—”

“b–billie, wait—slow down—”

“i can’t,” she cries out. “been waiting so long daddy, tr—tried to be your good girl but —fuck — your mouth, your body, need it—” your knees nearly give out from the force of her thrusts, your legs trembling beneath you, muscles locking and then failing with every brutal snap of her hips. the counter edge bites into your palms as you scrabble for something solid, anything to hold onto. the countertop, the cabinet handle, the slick curve of the sink. all of it feels too far, too smooth, too useless.

and she just keeps going, fingertips slipping on the smooth tile. her cock drives into you again and again, relentless and wild, dragging shocked little gasps from your throat each time she bottoms out. the sound of it, skin on skin, wet and obscene, bounces off the walls like it means something. every slap is a sharp echo, every thrust a gut-punch of pressure and heat. your slick drips down your inner thighs, pooling where her hips meet yours, and she’s using it, gripping your waist like it’s the only thing tethering her to reality, slamming into you so hard the cabinets rattle. 

your stomach brushes the counter now with each thrust, the hard granite cold under your skin, grounding you just enough to feel how badly you're unraveling. your mouth drops open, but the only sounds that come out are gasps, high-pitched, desperate little hiccups of breath that feel like they don’t even belong to you anymore.

“fuck, baby, you’re so deep, gosh—”

the words fall out of you, shaky and half-slurred, barely coherent through the moans clawing their way up your throat. your voice wavers, pitch climbing, your whole body twitching with every brutal snap of her hips.

but she’s not listening.

she’s gone somewhere else entirely now, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted, her face twisted in something dark and wild. there’s no trace left of the nervous, soft-spoken girl who stumbled in this morning. no hesitation. no shame. just raw, animal hunger bleeding out of her in every brutal thrust.

the shy energy she clung to earlier has shattered, scattered across the tile floor like broken glass. what’s left behind is something messier, darker, needier. she doesn’t just want you, she wants to own you. carve herself into your body, leave a mark that won’t wash off. she’s gripping your hips like you might disappear, dragging you back onto her cock with a force that knocks the breath from your lungs. 

you’re soaked, dripping. stretched so full you feel like you might split open around her. her cock slams into you again and again, thick and relentless, and your legs tremble like they can’t decide whether to hold you up or collapse beneath you.

she fucks you through every word. every gasp. every shaky plea. like she wants to fuck the dominance out of you, needs to. and she does.

bit by bit, thrust by thrust, she tears it out of you.

until all that’s left is the slick sound of skin slapping skin, her ragged breath at your neck, and your whimpering, fucked-out voice breaking as you try to keep up with her.

within seconds, you’re gasping, broken open around her cock, your voice going high and panicked.

“please—too much—slow down—i can’t—i can’t—”

she moans, deep and rough.

“you said just the tip,” she pants, “but you’re taking me so deep daddy, feels so good.”

you’re drooling. you’re soaked. your thighs are shaking and your dominance is gone. completely stripped away.

now it’s you who’s begging.

“billie—fuck baby—m’ gonna come, m’ so close—slow down”

but she doesn’t.

if anything she fucks you harder. relentless. like she’s wrapping her whole body around you, locking you in place with the sheer force of her need. every thrust is deep and perfect, hitting that soaked, sensitive spot inside you that makes your legs kick uselessly under you. you can’t even stand anymore. you’re just there, pinned between her and the counter, your body open and helpless and trembling.

you feel like you’re being devoured. her cock fills you so perfectly, thick and throbbing, sliding through slick heat like she was made for this, made for you.

your moans dissolve into incoherence, little high-pitched gasps and garbled sobs of her name. your nails scrape the counter. your forehead drops to the cool tile. every inch of your skin is burning. every thought in your head is gone.

and billie?

she’s gone, too.

whatever sweet, nervous girl showed up this morning doesn’t exist anymore. she’s feral now, needy, obsessed, completely unhinged in the way she chases her pleasure through yours. her mouth is at your shoulder, breath hot and open, teeth dragging across your skin like she wants to bite. her voice is thick and wrecked, each moan a promise that she’s not slowing down.

“daddy, feels so good” she groans. “so wet, want you to cum for me mama, please”

your orgasm crashes into you, your whole body locking up and then shuddering violently, mouth open in a silent scream. your cunt pulses around her, soaking everything, dripping down both your thighs as your body milks her cock for everything it can give.

she moans behind you, a desperate, needy sound, and her hips stutter. “billie, baby, cum in me, please,” billie’s breath hitches, her hips slowing just enough before she finally releases inside you, warm and heavy, every movement softening as she collapses against your back, whispering “thank you’s” profusely.

you squeeze her gently, a slow smile tugging at your lips. “i think you’ve earned that summer money, princess”

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[belovedkpop]

୨ৎ the first time - haechan x fem!reader (smut 18+) ୨ৎ

pairing: newlywed!haechan x virgin!reader (established relationship)

warnings: experienced haechan, inexperienced/virgin reader, detailed description of first time/loss of virginity, unprotected sex, pin in v sex, explicit language, dirty talk, brief mention of dom/sub dynamics (but not fully explored)

summary: on the first night of their honeymoon, haechan and the reader consummate their marriage. it's the reader's first time having sex, but haechan takes very good care of her. >.<

a/n: heavily inspired by bella and edward's first night as a married couple! breaking dawn pt 1 is my least favorite twilight movie/book, but i think their honeymoon is super sweet. i loooove an inexperienced reader who explores (and thoroughly enjoys) sex for the first time.

*i'm thinking about working with a beta reader. let me know if you're interested!*

my masterlist

All kpop stories are works of fiction and are not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. These stories are created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

“is everything okay in there, honey?” haechan’s concerned voice carries through the bathroom door, interrupting your racing thoughts.

“y-yes, i’m fine! just need a few more minutes!” you squeak, helplessly digging through your suitcase. okay maybe trusting your best friend to pack was a mistake. lace, mesh, and strings are the only “pajamas” in front of you right now.

basically, you’re fucked. this is not how you imagined the first night of your honeymoon. you wanted to ease into it, not come out guns blazing. hell, this will be your first time wearing actual lingerie. let alone in front of anyone.

“are you sure? you sound really stressed.” the worry in his voice makes your heart ache, longing to follow him into the bedroom. taking in a deep breath, you offer him a reassuring response. with renewed vigor, you settle on a simple negligee and brace yourself.

though the thin garment makes you feel exposed, arousal blooms in your stomach. the white, silky fabric caresses your curves, giving you an angelic glow. there’s a chill in the suite, sweeping over your arms, spreading goosebumps all over your body. your nipples harden, making your husband’s pants grow tight. his eyes are glued to your frame, the heated gaze melting away your uncertainty.

he strides towards you, strong arms draping around your waist. his hips are flush against your own, sending more blood to your cheeks. you’re having trouble meeting his eyes, choosing to study his simple button down. the fabric fits him snugly, stretching across his biceps. grasping your chin, he tilts your head upwards.

there’s a tangible hunger, adding to the tension between your bodies. “you’re so beautiful.” he hums, greedily undressing you with his eyes. ignoring the thump of your heart in your ears, you cradle your hands behind his neck.

his lips are soft, gentle pecks against your own. his touch makes you go haywire, melting into his embrace. rough hands toy with the bottom of your flimsy gown, leaving goosebumps in his path.

“c’mere.” you both giggle as he flops onto the mattress, a playful energy present. his body beneath you makes your heart race, anxious yet excited. you wobble a bit, elbows buckling with nerves. the warmth of his hands on your hips wills you to relax, settling into a straddled position.

“honey, are you getting shy on me?” he teases, kissing the corner of your mouth. “maybe...” he cradles you, resting his head on top of your smaller one. it’s a warm, bear hug. familiar and sweet. a simple way to remind you how much you love the man beneath you. this is your haechan.

“you know, we really don’t have to do anything,” he assures you, kissing your temple. “’i’m content with holding you all night. just like this.” and you can tell he means it.

but, you want more. you want him, and you can feel how much he wants you too.

when you sit up, he’s looking at you like you hold the world in your hands. flushed, plump lips begging you to kiss him again. the hard length of his cock rests against the seam of your pussy, warmth overtaking the space between your thighs. the need in the pit of your stomach amplifies.

“i want you. all of you.” at your confession, his pupils dilate, visible desire mingling with your own. his gaze drifts down to your lips, sitting up to properly hold you. you’re fully seated on his lap, lips clashing in a blur of teeth and tongue.

this kiss is different, neediness peaking in both of you. haechan’s tongue massages your own, his quiet grunts reaching your eyes. you meet him with equal enthusiasm, grinding against him.

your lips trail down his neck, nipping at his sweet spot. prides swells in your chest as he moans into your ear. he bucks up into your hips, little concern for how desperate he looks. power surges through you, loving the effect that you have over your husband. but, he’s quick to change the dynamic.

hugging your frame, he swaps positions. he’s gentle in the way he lays your body beneath his own, arms holding up his frame. his hips roll against you, cock straining through his pants. the fabric is rough against your clit, a warm shiver spreading over you. “h-haechan,” you moan, manicured fingers grasping at his forearms.

“feels good, baby?” he coos, studying the way you succumb to pleasure. he loosens the tie and slips the shirt off his shoulders. your eyes scan over his frame, cheeks heating when he winks at you. he chuckles when your eyes widen at the visible tint in his pants, no longer hidden by the fitted slacks. his hands drift down to your lingerie, glancing up at you while you wriggle your hips.

his movements are slow yet intentional, like he’s unwrapping a present. “shit,” he groans, cock leaking at the sight of you. without a bra, your breasts are full and soft. he watches your nipples constrict, adjusting to the temperature. the rough pads of his thumbs roll against the nubs, heat spreading over you.

your skimpy thong calls out to him, strings sitting high on your hips and accentuating your figure. he thanks his lucky stars, willing himself to last throughout the night.

you whine beneath him, pulling him out of the trance. “sorry honey,” he huffs, warm hands caressing your body. “you’re so pretty. just want to stare at you all night.” normally, you’d giggle at his antics but the hunger in his gaze only makes you throb with want.

“you have the rest of our lives to stare at me, baby,” you prop yourself up, fiery gaze meeting his own. “but, i need you now.” the confidence in your voice makes haechan even harder. he’s quick to fulfill your request, wedging his thigh between your own. when he sucks on the sensitive skin of your neck, you can’t help but grind on him. your whines are driving him crazy, increasing in volume while he flexes to add pressure against your clit.

“that’s it, baby. grind on me just like that.” his voice is deep, warm breath tickling your ear. trailing down your body, he traces the tip of his tongue around your areola. your eyes roll back, pressing your breast further into the warmth of his mouth.

he gives ample attention to both breasts, full lips slick with spit. his gaze is blurry and unfocused, struggling to focus on anything that does not involve you and your pleasure. the way his cock leaks in his underwear would normally make him embarrassed, but that’s a distant thought now.

the way he drifts down your body makes you feel insane, overcome with want. by the time his lips meet your clit, you’re seeing stars. yet, you push your hips up to seek more of it. he uses the tip of his tongue to lick at the sensitive nub, adding to the mess between your thighs. his moans stimulate your clit, intensifying your pleasure. his hands grip your hips, pinning them down to the mattress.

your heart leaps, surprised by his dominance. the way he holds you down makes you squirm more, loving the way he forces you to accept the pleasure. his brown eyes glance up at you, causing the coil in your tummy to snap. he licks you throughout the orgasm, while you ride his face throughout.

your cheeks heat when his tongue prods at your own, tasting your own release. it drives you crazy, surprised by how much you enjoy the sensation. you blindly reach down, attempting to return the favor.

“aht aht,” he cradles your hands, “tonight is about you, baby.” he’s kissing you again, using one hand to capture your wrists. your cheeks heat at the way he restricts you, making a mental note to explore this more later. “are you ready, angel?”

you swear you’ve never been more sure about anything in your life. though your hands tremble, you feel secure, glancing down as he presses into your slick entrance. the stretch is unfamiliar but not unpleasant. your husband’s gaze is measured, searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

he’s fully nestled inside you, willing himself to keep his hips still. the way your pussy grips his cock is overwhelming, wet walls tight around his length. you can feel him pulse inside you, only adding to your wetness.

“babe, you can move,” you moan, overwhelmed by the fullness. pleasure takes over, nails raking down his back. he moans into your ear, hips stuttering for a moment. the way he grinds into you stimulates your clit, an orgasm looming on the horizon.

“f-fuck, feels so good,” he grunts, hips rolling into your wet cunt. “so tight for me,” he whimpers, cheeks heating at the way he’s losing control.

“you’re s-so big, honey,” you squeal, wrapping your legs around his waist. you moan in unison, the new position allowing him to plunge deeper. haechan’s movement are quicker, hips steadily clashing with your own. with each thrust, he nudges at the spongy spot inside you. “oh!” you yelp, eyes rolling back in your skull. everything feels overwhelming, like your body doesn’t know how to process the pleasure.

the rough pads of his fingers prod at your swollen clit, a brazen moan slipping past your lips. he rubs steady circles against it, your walls clamping down around his length. the sensation pushes you over the edge, clenching down on his length without restraint.

your orgasm triggers your husband, cum painting your walls. you can feel the warmth of his release inside you, prolonging the feeling of your own orgasm.

for a while, you cradle each other. bodies spent and slick with sweat, deep breaths shared. he’s sweet and attentive, nuzzling your body into his own. you feel content, muscles loose but held together by the strength of your lover. his reassuring words fill your ears, wrapping around you like a cocoon. your eyelids grow heavy, fully relaxed in the arms of your husband.

[rip2mycarradio]

could you do a miss possessive (tate mcrae) fic for harry??

do whatever you want with it, smutty if you think it fits right

MISS POSSESSIVE

THIS IDEA IS SOOO GOOD THANK U!!!! no warnings, just some ass grabbing from harry heh…

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the lake party was buzzing—warm air thick with the scent of sunscreen, charcoal smoke, and the unmistakable pulse of a summer playlist echoing off the water. people were everywhere: draped across dock chairs, clinking bottles, slipping in and out of the lake like it was their second skin. harry had his shirt off, sunglasses on, curls damp from a dip, and that stupid, perfect smile plastered across his face as he laughed with some girl near the dock.

you watched from the back porch, drink in hand, your jaw tight. she was tall, tan, laughing too loud at a joke he hadn’t even finished, her hand lingering a little too long on his arm.

you knew harry loved you. he made that clear in a thousand quiet ways. but still—watching someone else try to sink their claws into what was yours stirred something hot and sour in your chest.

“you gonna burn a hole through the back of his head with that stare?” someone joked behind you.

“might,” you muttered, already setting your drink down.

harry turned toward you just as you walked over, and you slipped your arm casually—deliberately—around his waist, fingers dragging just under the waistband of his swim trunks. he raised an eyebrow, amused, his arm curling around your shoulders with ease.

“hey, babe,” he said, leaning to press a kiss to your temple, lips lingering. “you good?”

“mhm,” you said sweetly, staring directly at the girl as you smiled like a wolf in lipstick. “just thought i’d come say hi. didn’t want to interrupt anything.”

harry smirked, eyes flicking between you and her, fully aware of the tension. “we were just talkin’ about the water. she asked if it’s cold.”

“oh, how thoughtful,” you replied, voice smooth as honey. “i’m sure you had so much to say.”

the girl blinked, gave a tight smile, and—thank god—made up some excuse about needing another drink before disappearing into the crowd.

harry looked down at you, grinning now. “you’re jealous.”

“shut up.”

“you are,” he said, tugging you closer with both arms now, practically hugging you from the side. “s’cute.”

you elbowed him lightly in the ribs. “you let her touch you for too long.”

“she touched my arm, love, not my—”

“harry.”

“okay, okay,” he laughed, nuzzling into your neck just to be annoying. “you wanna go inside for a sec? kitchen’s quiet.”

you rolled your eyes, but followed him in anyway, slipping past a few people until the two of you were alone in the little lake house kitchen, the screen door creaking shut behind you.

he turned to face you, leaning against the counter. “didn’t like seein’ someone else talk to me?”

you crossed your arms. “i know she was into you.”

“well, that’s unfortunate,” he said, pushing off the counter and walking over. “’cause i’m into you.”

he stopped in front of you, hands settling lightly on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles through the fabric of your sundress.

“you know that, right?” he said, softer now. “every single time. it’s you. girl could’ve stripped naked and jumped in the lake and i still would’ve looked for you.”

you didn’t say anything at first, your jaw clenched, lips twitching like you were trying not to smile.

“besides,” he added, dropping his voice, “i think your little jealous streak is sexy.”

“harry—”

“what?” he grinned, dipping his head until your noses brushed. “you get all hot when you’re mad.”

you laughed then, pushing him back playfully, but he didn’t budge. just slid his arms around you again, holding you tight as he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then finally your lips—slow and lingering, like he wanted to prove it.

harry’s hands rested lightly on your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles along the soft fabric of your sundress, like he was memorizing every inch of you again. his green eyes flicked up, catching yours with that familiar mischievous glint—the one that said he knew exactly how much you were simmering beneath the surface.

“still mad?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, like he was enjoying every second of watching you squirm.

you huffed, trying to keep your cool, but your cheeks were betraying you, flushed and warm. “i’m not mad,” you said, voice a little too sharp to be convincing. “i just… didn’t like the way she was looking at you. like you were some prize she could just take.”

he chuckled softly, the sound rumbling against your skin, and took a slow step closer, narrowing the space between you two until you could feel the heat radiating from him. “yeah?” he murmured, his lips curling into that infuriating, charming smile. “well, good thing i already belong to someone, huh?”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t step back. “harry,” you warned, voice low now, the heat rising in your chest. “don’t get too cocky.”

“what?” he said innocently, though his hands slid a little lower on your hips, fingers tightening just a fraction, grounding you to him. “i’m just saying, i’m very taken. painfully taken.”

you blinked at him, caught off guard by the softness in his voice, the sincerity that always seemed to melt you completely. “yeah,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

“you’re adorable when you’re jealous,” harry teased, dipping his head so his nose brushed along your cheek.

you tried to hide the small smile tugging at your lips, but you failed miserably. “you’re annoying.”

“guilty,” he said, voice dropping, breath warm against your skin. “an’ you’re mine.”

those two words hung in the air between you like a promise, like a challenge, like everything you wanted to hear and more.

before you could think twice, your hands were on his neck, pulling him toward you like gravity itself had changed. your lips met his in a kiss that was slow at first—soft and testing, like you were both savoring the moment, the taste of each other. but then it deepened, fierce and urgent, heat building as his hands slipped lower, fingers pressing firmly into your hips.

you gasped against his mouth when his thumb brushed over the sensitive skin at your waist, and harry’s lips curved into a smug smile you could feel even through the kiss.

he backed you up against the kitchen counter, his body warm and steady behind you, anchoring you in place. your heart hammered in your chest as you kissed him harder, tongue sliding against his in a delicious dance that left you dizzy.

harry groaned into your mouth, one hand moving up to cup the back of your neck, holding you close, while the other drifted lower, fingers grazing the curve of your ass in a way that made you shiver.

you bit his bottom lip gently, tugging on the pink flesh, and he shuddered, a low, hungry sound escaping him. “fuck, you’re something else,” he murmured, voice thick with want.

“you like that?” you teased, breathless, nipping at his jawline.

“more than you know,” harry whispered, sliding his hands a little more boldly, pulling you impossibly closer.

time seemed to slow, the world shrinking until it was just you two—the heat between your bodies, the mingled breaths, the racing heartbeats syncing up perfectly.

finally, you broke apart, foreheads resting together, both of you gasping for air but smiling like idiots.

“jesus,” harry said, voice rough but full of laughter. “remind me to make you jealous more often.”

you nudged him playfully with your nose. “don’t push your luck, babe.”

he grinned, capturing your knuckles in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to them. “never. now—wanna go back out there and watch everyone pretend they didn’t just hear us snog in their kitchen?”

you laughed, the tension dissolving into warmth and something softer, something like home. “yeah. let’s give ‘em a show.”

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i hope this was okay babe, love ya!!

[yup-thats-me]

—smitten • Y. Jeong

𐙚pairing; ❝bf!Yunho x gf!reader❞ 𐙚summary; ❝Yunho yearns for you and maybe his prayers will be answered❞ 𐙚warnings; ❝hurt comfort❞ 𐙚a/n; ❝its not that well-written, but I do hope you like this nonnie<3❞

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"I swear I'm going to smother you in kisses till you die," Yunho groans into the call. "Just let me get back."

Y/n giggles at her boyfriend's frustration. "Awe, but it's still three weeks away, love," she teasse.

"Don't. Remind. Me." He threatens with a tight-lipped smile.

How many times has it been that Yunho had to leave you for tours? Countless. Being together for four years and yet your hearts yearned like the first time he had left all those years ago.

"I'll be back before you can say "I love you,'" Yunho had said at the airport then, eyes teary but still trying to make you laugh.

But now, some would say the two have gained experience, that you two would be used to the distance, but no. One really can't get used to that, Y/n would argue.

So when her man left for tour again, it still ached. Even if there were no tears shed this time, the atmosphere was still heavy. Heavy when Yunho had kissed Y/n goodbye just before boarding the plane. And the call after landing was heavy too.

Sighing deeply, Yunho shakes his head. "Anyway, how was your day, baby?" he tries to change the subject.

Y/n smiled at the man, heart feeling all warm and fuzzy. Even when he was sad, he still tried to make her smile and that made the girl yearn for him even more.

"Yunho," Seonghwa calls out as he enters the room. The older one smiling when he hears Y/n talking on speaker. "Hey, Y/n!"

Y/n calls back, voice cheery. "Hwa, hello!"

Yunho smiles as the two of you chat before he remembers. "What is it, hyung?"

Seonghwa too had forgotten why he was here while talking to Y/n about the stupid things they were doing. He hits Yunho once he remembers. "The delivery is here!''

Yunho groans again, tipping his head back against the chair. "WHy can't Wooyoung go to pick it up?"

"You lost, remember?"

"Oh?" Y/n asks. "What delivery, yuyu?"

Seonghwa answers for him. "Just some food, Y/n," he glares at Yunho before speaking to Y/n again. "Your man's getting all lazy, ya know!"

Yunho chuckles. "Can't blame me, hyung. My powerhouse is not here," he pouts.

Y/n giggles on the other end at her boyfriend's antics.

"I have to hang up! Bye!"

And silence. Yunho stares at the blank screen, blinking. "What? No 'I love you's'?" he mumbles.

Seonghwa smirks, hitting him playfully on his head. "You can call her later, loverboy. Get the delivery."

Without a choice, Yunho sighs as he gets up. "You guys' gonna kill me, making me do all the work round here," he mutters like an old man as he leaves the room.

As soon as Seonghwa heard the hotel room click, Seonghwa quickly runs to the other's room, calling them to come down. The men, read that as two child San and Wooyoung, and other men, they take the stairs, silently rushing down the building, phone already in hand.

Yunho stands on the road with a hand resting on his waist as he looks around for the delivery man. In fact, what delivery? The street was as empty as his heart without Y/n, Yunho thinks.

Then a call from an unknown number. "Hello."

"..."

"Hello? Is it the food delivery?" Yunho tries again.

Then the other person speaks. "Turn around," their voice is incredibly deep, Yunho notes.

"Where?" He asks when he turned to his left.

"No, on your right."

Yunho turns again to avail. "I can't see you man! You're messing with me–"

"You can't see me, yuyu?"

The voice came from his back. Turning around in a flash, Yunho almost drops to his knees when he sees Y/n standing there in sweats and a cap covering her pretty face. Even if Yunho can't see her face, he'll be damned if he mistakes the love of his life for some stranger.

It's really her.

As if to be assured of it, Yunho takes slow steps towards her. He gently lifts up the cap, breathing sharply as her face comes in full view.

Yunho hugs her close, spinning in circles as he did so. "You're here!" He excalaims, "Why are you here?!"

Y/n giggles, hitting him on the chest. "You don't want me here?"

"May I be damned for ever thinking that," Yunho says in all seriousness.

When he finally sets you down, Yunho was just inches from your lips when the sudden commotion of men cheering from the building stops him.

"Guys!"

The group erupts in cheer, jumping as if they were the ones getting married. Wingmen for life for sure.

Yunho laughs as he makes an attempt at hiding you from their cameras. "No point, dude," San laughs.

"Got that on camera," added Yeosang.

"The perfect blackmail material. He's so smitten!"

And Yunho swears to the heavens above that he is indeed, smitten with you. And forever will be.

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[shosweet]

“hey, honey, could you help me with my tie?” kuroo tetsuro called out. he was probably the most content man in the world, finally going to a restaurant with his old friends instead of some boring “company bonding” at the same old bar. not only that, but he’s finally able to bring you along with him! (mostly, he’s excited to show you off to everyone)

you, on the other hand, were not the most content woman in the world. your hair and makeup was more complicated and time-consuming than it usually is — how could your arms be that tired just from dolling up? to make matters worse, the mini tube dress you picked out was far from compliant. patience thin and exhaustion high, you groaned at his question.

“didn’t i just tie it for you, tetsu?” you called back, too tired to hold back your attitude. he walked into your bedroom from the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe at your helplessness.

“geez, can’t a guy ask for help?” he sassed back. you just shot him a dirty look, rolled your eyes, and sighed.

“fine, get over here,” you grumbled. he sauntered over, taking painfully long strides with that smug smile stuck on his face.

as you took hold of his tie, he was able to get a closer look at you. the dress you picked looked almost uncomfortably tight, he’ll admit, but damn did it hug your curves perfectly, almost sinfully. as you finished up, he kissed between your brows, careful to not ruin your makeup.

“fix your face, you’ll get wrinkles,” he smiled. you still glared at him, just a little softer now. turning around, you moved your hair out of the way to reveal your problem.

“can you help me with the zipper? it’s been driving me crazy,” you sighed. kuroo tetsuro never had an innocent nor pure thought — right now was no exception. with your back exposed, he walked closer, pushing his figure against yours. he takes the small metal into his fingers and starts placing kisses along your bare shoulder.

“you’re gorgeous, y’know that,” he whispered, almost as if worshipping an ancient artifact. his fingers tug downward, ever so slowly. his free hand snuck around and held your thigh, teasingly rubbing it up and down.

“t-tetsu…” you gasped. “come on, you’ve been waiting for this dinner forever,” you continued. you knew how much this dinner meant to him (and you already put way too much time into getting ready), so you couldn’t help but interject.

“so? they’re grown, they can wait,” he groaned against yours skin, fingers creeping dangerously close to your undies. with the zipper fully undone, his lips make their way down their back, slow, painful, deliberate. his now free hand presses your chest towards him, pulling you closer.

“f-fuck..” you sighed. your body and your mind were at war with each other — you knew what your husband would be like if he didn’t have this dinner, but fuck, your body craved his touch and you knew damn well what you would be like without this. taking a step forward, you freed yourself from his grip and face him.

“we’ll be late, tetsu…” you started, chest rising, heart pounding, your dress slipping. he has an unreadable expression, but his eyes were dark, clouded by lust. he walks towards you, you stepping back with each one he took, until eventually, your calves hit the bed behind you.

he gently pushes you back by your shoulders, but it was enough to knock you off balance and land on your back. now kneeling in front of you, he rests his cheek on your thigh.

“we’ll make it quick then, yeah?” he offers. adrenaline and arousal spiking through your body, your thighs twitched at his words.

“i..” you were speechless, all of your own words jumbling into nonsense in your head and getting caught in your throat.

“come on…” he rasps, making his way up to face you. his lips press against your ear, breath warm and voice intoxicating.

“you know you want to.”

all it took was that small push to send you spiraling. under his submission, you whimper as he makes his way back down. he bundles the ends of your dress to your stomach, undies on display for him. he coos upon such a sweet sight.

“see? your little pussy wants it, too,” he smirks. “aww, she’s practically crying already,” he teases as he sees the damp spot on your undies and traces your wetness.

“s-shut up and do it already,” you whined, too much going on in your head to stay focused. he only laughs and takes his sweet time, kissing his way up your inner thigh while he lightly grazes your clothed, sensitive clit.

seeing you squirm with impatience, he gives in and pulls your panties to the side. entranced by your wetness, he only admires as your core trembled in wait.

“such a pretty pussy…” he says, drunk on your scent. he fixes his posture, propping your legs onto his shoulders, and gripping your thighs like they’ll stop him from levitating away.

you brace for what’s about to happen — tongue, fingers, cock, fuck you’d take anything after he’s teased you like this. eyes pried shut and poor cunt aching, you wait for his touch.

and wait.

and wait.

he moves your legs off his shoulders, getting up with a small groan. you open your eyes at his leave, shocked and disappointed to see him just leave you there. he notices your wide eyes and simply shrugs.

“what? you said we’re gonna be late,” he deadpans, fixing his cuffs and collar before walking out again, leaving you bare and dumbfounded on the bed.

been writing so much lately 😵‍💫

[sweetangelbarbie]

Cg! Vi headcanons!

🌸when you first told Vi you age regressed, she was a little surprised, not in a bad way!! She just didn’t really understand

🌸once you broke it down for her of course she’d be your caregiver!

🌸Vi will always play Barbie’s, or stuffies with you! Doing silly voices that make you giggle, or following along with your crazy, outlandish, plots.

• “wait…so Barbie is dating Midge, and is also a fairy princess mermaid?” Vi questions, holding the redheaded doll. You pout and sigh at having to explain it once again to her.

“Dada….” You whine. “You haven’t been listening…”

“I have! I have baby….im just a little..well lost.”

🌸she gives the best, tightest hugs. Squeezing you after a particularly long day at work/school. Her big arms make you feel safe and loved. You’re always the little spoon!

•Or she’ll rest you on her chest, soothed by the sound of her heart. She’s long asleep, muscular arms wrapped tight around your middle. It’s sooo hard to keep your eyes open when snuggled close to your caregiver. Lashes fluttering and your brain becoming fuzzy. Hehe and this position lets you chew on her tank top >:3

🌸LOVES it when you regress into babyspace. Being able to swaddle you in soft fuzzy blankets that smell like her cologne. She’ll cradle you close as she feeds you your bottle.

• “my poor tiny baby…it’s okay dada has you.” she murmurs to you as she bottle feeds you. Stroking your face with her calloused hand, causing you to whine lightly.

“Shh…shhh” she soothes your fussing, rubbing over your back. Her careful touches make you feel soooo tiny. It’s so hard to stay big when cradled so close to your dada.

“Awee, sleepy baby.”

🌸when Vi gets mean nasty cuts on her knuckles from….playing too roughly you’re always her nurse!

• you carefully rub a wet cloth over her bleeding knuckles. learned it, ironically, from Vi by getting scrapes from jumping off the swing too aggressively. Before, messily applying puppy bandaids all over them.

“I kiss it better.” kissing her boo-boo, much like how she does yours. Looking up at her with your big puppy dog eyes. “You better now?” You pout lightly.

Vi smiles warmly down at you, rubbing your hands to soothe your worries.

“Yes, dada feel all better, thank you sweet girl.” You giggle and blush at her words.

“Dada need juice.” Before she could protest you leaving, you were gone.

Determined to make Vi a sippy cup of apple juice, much like how she does for you when you don’t feel good, toddling to the kitchen it’s a daunting task to open the fridge and get the heavy jug of juice, if only dada’s big strong muscles could help :((.

Carefully pouring the juice into the princess sippy cup, only a little bit spilled! Cautiously you put the jug back, smiling before returning back to Vi.

“Oh wow, getting juice all by yourself? What a big strong gal I have.” Vi smirks, before blinking confused by you shoving it into her hands.

“‘Dis for you.”

Vi was most likely not going to drink it, in fact you were more likely to ask for a sip.

“Oh, Princess this is for you.” Smiling, handing it back.

You thought about it for a moment. “I can have sip?” She nodded, before you happily started sipping down the apple juice. Hopping into her lap, and leaning against her.

🌸will let you trace over her back tattoos. Especially if you can’t sleep. Gently tracing your finger over the warm flesh, mesmerized by the gears and stark lines. (It also helps her relax but shhh :33).

🌸she’ll instantly fold for your puppy dog eyes. ‘baby wants a new calico critters set?’ Ohhhhh how could Vi say no to that sad, sad face.

•”it only 20 dollar dada….”

“Ugh….I guess Princess…” now you’re happy with your new bunny babies.

🌸she loves being able to pick you up and give you piggie back rides.

•”feet ‘urt!” You whine while walking through the park with your Dada. “Dada….” Before you can say anything else, she quickly scoops you back up. Squealing and giggling. “Yayyy!!” Vi smirks, running a little faster with you on her back to make you giggle more.

🌸also loved to play fight, but is always gentle when play wrestling with her little. The last thing she’d want is for you to get hurt, let alone by her…

She’lil happily throw you down onto the bed, laughing as you crawl back over to her and yell ‘again! Again!’

🌸ohhhh Vi loves you sooo much. She’d protect you from all the scaries that happen in your head :(.

• The red head will rub your back soothingly, trying to stop those tears from flowing.

“Shhh it’s okay princess, I’m here..” she coos stroking your hair.

“‘Ared…” you sniffle, snuggling even closer into her shoulder.

“It’s just a nightmare baby, I promise I’ll protect you.” She declared, sniffing you lift your head lightly.

“P-promise?”

“I promise. A knight will always protect her princess.” She gently kisses your cheek, making you smile.

🌸Vi doesn’t play about her baby!!

This is my first headcanons on this account 0.0 please request!! Don’t be shy. Alsooolooo I love calling Vi dada. Like that’s my dada?!

[red-garden]

Liu Qingge is getting nowhere with his courting attempts. Shen Qingqiu just isn’t getting it. He does not have plany of rope.

He has one option: Shang Qinghua

He steals himself before nocking on his least favorite martial brother’s door.

“Oh! Liu-shidi! What uhhhh…. What’s up?”

“I want to court Shen Qingqiu.”

“Come inside.”

As the little peak lord makes tea, Liu Qingge notices a definite shift in demeanor. Sitting down, he spreads over his chair in a most undignified fashion. “So you want my blessing to court my best friend.”

“What? No.”

Shang Qinghua looks miffed. “So why are you here?”

Liu Qingge grits his teeth. “He has not responded to any of my courting gifts,” deep breath, “You are closest to him. How do I make him fall for me?”

Shang Qinghua has been nodding along, stroking his chin as if he had a beard. “I see. I’m obligated to tell you as an emotionally mature adult that you can’t make someone love you. However. As Cucumber’s best friend and your shixiong, I know exactly what you need to do.”

Liu Qingge leans forward. “Yes?”

The little lord shrugs, nonchalant smile on his face. “Act pathetic! Act like you need his help soooo much and you can’t live without him! Trust me, he loves to mommy people.”

Liu Qingge raises an incredulous eyebrow. “What.”

“The most important step is to cry in front of him. He’d fuck a snake if it cried.”

Liu Qingge bristles with the insult to his intended. He knows Shen Qingqiu has a rather crass bond with Shang Qinghua so he lets it side. For now.

“And you’re sure this will work?”

“100% satisfaction garunteed. He needs to stop moping over his disciple, and to do that, he needs a new pathetic little guy to fuss over. You have my blessing shidi.”

———

Shang Qinghua’s horrible advice was working.

On his most recent monster delivery, Liu Qingge purposely let the beast catch him on the back of his hand. Drawing attention to it, Shen Qingqiu immediately brought him into the bamboo house, dressed the wound, and cooed over him the entire time. It was heavenly.

Next time he came by to clear Shen Qingqiu’s meridians, he trips over a chair, falling flat on his face. Not only did Shen Qingqiu tell him he was being so brave, he also kissed his forehead. Shen Qingqiu kissed him!

The plan was progressing, but he still hadn’t employed the supposedly most important strategy: crying.

Liu Qingge was a stoic man by nature. He hadn’t cried in…. Wow, decades. Huh.

He prepared well. An armload of onions to chop. Pepper flakes if that wasn’t enough.

He shows up to Shen Qingqiu’s door, face ruddy, eyes wet. He answers on the second nock. “Liu- oh! Liu-shidi, come inside come inside!”

He takes Liu Qingge by the shoulders and leads him to the couch. Sitting down next to him, Liu Qingge sniffs.

“Shidi, what happened? Is everything alright? Did you run into a pollen? Allergies? What can I do to help?”

Thickening his face, Liu Qingge wordlessly leans over, planting his face in the crook of Shen Yuan’s shoulder and encircling him in a hug.

“Oh!” Gasps Shen Qingqiu. He quickly embraces Liu Qingge back, petting his hair and shifting him to be more on his lap.

“There there shidi, I’ve got you. Do you want to tell me about it?”

Liu Qingge shakes his head. Being cradled like this is shockingly nice. It feels safe. Shen Qingqiu is warm, he’s humming, he smells like his favorite jasmine tea and incense. Liu Qingge starts to feel true tears prickle at his eyes, throat going tight. Maybe this cry was long overdue.

Shen Qingqiu hold him through it, rocking him back and forth, occasionally pressing kisses to his hair. He reassures him the whole time: “It’s okay, let it out.” “I’m so proud of you for coming to me.” “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Shang Qinghua was right.

[luveline]

Hi Jade! (I’ve sent this before so ignore if you aren’t into it) just thinking about a bau!reader (maybe shy!reader??) who’s dating post-prison Spencer but didn’t know him before prison and she sees some footage of season one Spencer (maybe they need to refer to a recording of a previous case?) and she’s just dying at how cute he is 🥹

You’ve barely woken up with your face in a solid shoulder when Spencer’s turning around.

“Don’t,” he says when you whine, slipping a familiar hand over your hip. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Too early to make fun of me.” 

“Do you think I’m making fun of you?” 

His talking warms your nose where his head is angled down. Your skin smarts with goosebumps as he trails his hand lightly up your back, down again, the slowest, tumbling touch. You shiver, and Spencer, ever so slightly devious in love, says, “Oh, you’re cold?” with great pity as he pulls you closer. 

You rub your face against his shoulder. “Sorry.” 

“Why?”

“I smell.” 

He hums. “Sort of. Not like sweat, though. You smell like sleep.” His lips touch your cheek.

He lets you ‘warm up’ in his arms for a few minutes, then however long you doze for, lost and too comfortable to bother even trying to wake up properly. Your phone pings a couple of times after it comes out of sleep mode, a sure sign you’ve overslept, but Spencer doesn’t make you move until your stomach growls. 

“Come on,” he says, kissing your nose and slipping you back onto your side of the bed. “I’ll make breakfast.” 

“It’s nearly twelve.” 

“You just woke up, and it’s the first thing you’re gonna eat. You are breaking your fast. Breakfast.” He looks pretty even through achy, tired eyes, all the sleep crusted in your lashes no match for Spencer Reid. How you went so long without knowing him is a mystery. 

You get up only because he told you to and because he looked quite lovely when he did it, not because you want to. The bed is warm, that pit of his arms calling your name, but Spencer’s already rolling out of bed with an eager hand scratching through his hair. Sweat has made them tight and a little darker in the back. You’ll both have to shower at some point, preferably after he’s made you breakfast in bed. 

He can see your expectations on your face, and he laughs as he pulls a t-shirt on over his head. “Get up! I’m not bringing it up here, do you know how badly your sleep cycle is affected when you start doing the wrong things in bed?” 

“What counts as the wrong thing?” 

Spencer laughs again, softer now, and for a moment he traces your face with his eyes without speaking. “Fine,” he says, waving a hand at you as he makes for the bedroom door, “stay there. But only ‘cos you look so pretty!” 

“Thank you!” you call back. 

This time with Spencer isn’t enough. You need ten more years of this, thirty, fifty, you need to wake up in his arms and have him touch you and tickle your cheek with his breath. He’s too far to have him come back, so you resign to hugging him when he returns. 

Your phone pings again, drawing your attention finally. The first notification is a reminder to buy toothpaste today at the grocery store. The second is a text from a friend, the third an email. It’s one from last night that piques your interest, another friend, full capital letters: HELP. 

Her use of a laughing emoji defers any urgency. You click on the text thread and scroll up, puzzled by her previous messages, a link, and a caption: oh my god he was so dorky??? 

You open the video and feel your breath catch in surprise. 

Is that Spencer?

You're not stupid, you’ve seen photos of him and his friends together dotted around the apartment from over the years, and every time you come across that photo of him and Diana at a spelling bee with his huge black-framed glasses you have to laugh, but it’s different seeing him to hearing him. 

He’s so nervous. You can’t understand what it is he’s saying, something about mathematical components to profiling criminals. Jason Gideon stands in the background watching him closely. 

“There’s actually a good joke that–”

“Spencer,” Gideon reprimands. 

You watch in awe as Spencer stammers an apology, his cheeks a little pink. You’ve seen Spencer blush, but this feels different. He looks so young. His hair is straight as a pin. 

“Spencer, did you used to straighten your hair?” you call, hoping he can hear you over the sound of a frying pan popping in the kitchen. “Or do you have a perm now, or what?” 

“What!” 

“I’m confused on the logistics of your hair!” You feel something weird in your chest as on screen Spencer tucks a stray strand of hair behind his ear. It’s a mixture of wanting to eat him and wanting to reach through the screen to stroke his cheek with your thumb. 

Spencer treks back into the bedroom with his pink and white pinstripe apron over his shirt and sweatpants. He smells like cinnamon sugar already. “What are you talking about?” 

“My friend found a video of you and Jason at one of those lectures you did.” 

Spencer presses his lips together. For a moment, he doesn’t speak. “I didn’t do any lectures.”

“Uh, yes you did, liar, and you looked so cute.” You turn your phone to him. “So sweet.” 

He marches to the bed. Before you can stop him, he’s taking the phone from your hand, giving you the world's silliest, tiniest shove when you try to get it back. 

“Cruel,” you quip. 

Spencer stares at the phone screen, then you, “Sorry,” he says, turning pink, “I don’t know why I did that, just– I just–” He frowns deeply. “Can you stop smiling like that?” 

You climb onto your knees, a morning disaster, but when you wrap your arms around Spencer’s waist he looks at you like you’re perfect. His eyes soften, brows relaxing, his irises like dark dimes that slowly dilate as he looks you over. Your phone presses into your back, his arm wrapping around you. 

“You were adorable,” you say sincerely. 

“Not anymore?” 

You rub your cheek against his apron. “No, you still are. Let me watch the video again.” 

“Not a chance.” 

[pureomi]

˚୨୧⋆｡🍓˚ darry rings - are limited to one per lifetime, emphasizing that love should be exclusive and irreplaceable. true love verification ensures each customer can only buy one ring.

includes: itoshi sae! x reader. 0.9k wc. fluff hehe

you are unable to believe the outrageous actions of your boyfriend. this time, his doings were diabolical to the point of no return. “get out!”

you push itoshi sae out the door in a fit of frustration. his sigh is so loud, it feels like it’s echoing in your head, only making your irritation worse.

“this is my bedroom,” he deadpans, as if stating the obvious will reverse his sudden eviction. it doesn’t work. you’re already diving into the duvets with a determined scowl.

“what are you even doing?” he asks, his tone tipping into annoyance. he narrows his eyes when you march a little closer and throw his pillow into his arms.

“you’re sleeping on the couch,” you declare, voice firm, matching his now sour expression. “and actually, that pillow is way too nice. hand it back.”

he blinks, baffled, before the "too nice" pillow is snatched away and replaced with a sad, flat one that looks like it’s seen better days.

sae stares at the new pillow and then at you. this is so absurd, so far removed from the usual luxurious facade of his life, that the ever-composed itoshi sae actually laughs.

“you’re forgetting something,” he says suddenly, catching your wrist and pulling you closer.

“sae! let go!” you yelp, squirming in his grasp.

“are you seriously this upset over that cheap ring?” his tone is somewhere between exasperation and amusement, as if he should've expected such a reaction.

“it doesn’t matter if it was cheap; it was mine!” you hit his chest with a fist, glaring up at him. “and you hid it!”

“because i got you a better one,” he says, his eyebrows raising slightly, as if that explains everything.

“well, you could’ve just said that!” you huff, shoving his arm. “i was freaking out, thinking i lost it!”

"why do you even like that ring so much?" sae asks, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s debating whether this argument is even worth his energy.

"because you gave it to me in high school!" you snap back, arms crossing dramatically. "i've spent more time with that ring than with you!"

he freezes, the weight of your words sinking in. the usual sharpness in his expression softens, and for a moment, he just looks at you—really looks at you. his gaze lingers on you, quiet and heavy with a mixture of guilt and something unspoken.

it's true. he knows it. he knows just how many times he’s failed to be present for you, how many moments he’s missed, how many nights you’ve spent waiting for him to come back—both physically and emotionally. each time, each goodbye felt like he was leaving behind another piece of you. your glassy eyes were all he would remember during those long flights.

but that's exactly why he's been wanting to do this for a while. because, although he might not make it obvious, itoshi sae is more attentive than you think.

he reaches into his pocket. the movement catches your attention, and when he pulls out a small velvet box, your breath hitches.

“is that...” you begin to question, even though the answer is obvious.

he opens the box, revealing a sleek, elegant darry ring. it gleams under the soft light of the bedroom—intricate, expensive, but graceful instead of loud, the kind of thing only sae could choose.

“i didn’t hide your ring to be an ass,” he says, a rare gentleness lacing his tone. his firm hand captures yours and slides the perfectly fitted ring on your designated finger.

"i wanted you to have something better," he brings your jeweled hand to his lips, pressing a warm kiss. "something worthy of you."

"i wanted to sign my name to you."

you blink, your chest tightening, and before you know it, you're rushing forward to throw your arms around him in an impulsive, tight hug.

"you're an idiot, sae!" you voice, sound coming out teary-eyed.

a moment passes without either of you saying anything. he just holds you tighter, as if making up for every moment he couldn’t be there. then, he chuckles softly, a low, soft sound that fills the space between you.

you pull back just enough to frown up at him, your hands resting on his chest. "you're laughing?!"

sae, with that trademark smirk, tilts his head slightly. "do you like it?" his voice teasing but with that edge of sincerity you know so well.

you scoff, still holding on to his shirt, a little stunned. "are you seriously asking me that right now?" you mumble, though your heart is already swelling.

"i love it," you finally smile, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. "i love it, sae."

he leans forward, the tug of his smile remaining. "yeah?" he inches closer, grabbing you, leaving no room for escape. "how much?"

"so much.." you manage to whisper against his lips before he fully dives in for a kiss.

his lips move gently against yours, tasting the words you just spoke, savoring your happiness. it’s soft and tender, and deliberately slow, as he prefers.

when he finally pulls back, you're left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. you glance up at him, suddenly shy, feeling a soft blush creeping on you.

"you're still sleeping on the couch," you point and smile, face full of mischief.

sae shrugs, his expression slipping into one of playful indifference. “fine. but you’re joining me.”

before you can even protest, he scoops you up effortlessly, your squeals of protest only providing him amusement as he holds you securely in his arms.

"okay, okay! you can sleep on the bed!"

a/n: me ignoring my 1k wc essay to write a 1k wc sae fic 👍🏼