#or a drabble or smth

[joocomics]

please expand on jungsu & jooyeon poly. what would the dynamics be like? i need to be involved.

i found my people 🫶🏼 i feel the need to start by saying y’all know i always say jooyeon is the least likely to agree to a threesome so to me he’s the least likely to end up in a poly too, BUT a girl can dream so let me pull out my notes!

i think poly with them could work surprisingly well (istg i’m trying my best not to be biased here). we see them bickering and basically being at their throats all the time, but the two of them have something that makes their bond really stable besides them just being capable of working efficiently well together already because of their positions in the band

jooyeon is spirited and outgoing, go with the flow type of person i might say, and jungsu is more composed, observant and soft spoken which balances jooyeon’s personality. one thing they have in common though is they’re both a little bit of hopeless romantics. neither of them has fwb tendencies, they’re searching for the one as cheesy as it may sound. which means they’re looking for a stable relationship that’s for the long run, and if they’re going to do poly they’ll do their best to work even better side by side including putting equal amount of efforts into this

jungsu is big on gestures, taking you out on dates (romantic and more adventurous), gifts and flowers, while jooyeon is a more stay at home for quality time type of boyfriend, big on physical touch and expressing his love through… his own language idek how to describe it, but one of the things he values the most is the way he can slow down with you. so you’re getting the best of both worlds when you’re hanging out separately, however when it’s the three of you jooyeon unlocks jungsu’s more chaotic side and that always makes it a fun time. no matter how silly they get they’re always very protective over you though. when you’re at the club or attending friends’ parties jooyeon always gets jealous first and jungsu is the one who has to calm him down, reassuring him everything’s fine so he can keep things under control - one jealous joo is already enough chaos, - but sometimes his overreacting can get to jungsu not gonna lie, and he ends up having to pretend he’s okay, but deep down he’s a little bit jealous now too, so you get two pretty men with intimidating stares all fixated on you throughout the whole night

actually… speaking of jealousy, what could end up being a lil problem, at the first stage of the relationship, because you’ll work it out eventually, is jooyeon being jealous on different occasions. we know how he can be, right? 🙄 he doesn’t want it to be like that, it’s not about lack of trust in you nor jungsu at all, he just can’t help but want to have you when he wants to have you yk? his want to have your attention on him is going to be evident in the bedroom too; in the way he talks possessively at you, and in the way his hands always go to your face, directing your eyes at him. if he’s not on the receiving side or feeling soft or lazy, he’s a condescending or just more vulgar dom while jungsu is the romantic one (every time) who always praises you on the filthy things jooyeon has you doing for them. jungsu is only rough through his touch (and dick) solely because he can’t control himself when he gets into it and jooyeon will always remind him that it’s okay because he knows you like it - since sex with him will be more nasty than with jungsu. “look at her, she can take it and more,” jooyeon will smirk whenever jungsu pants in your face through sweet apologetic pecks, “i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry…” because he overstimulated you to the point you got teary eyed…

this got longer than expected, can you tell i’ve been thinking about this? 😭

[sexlapis]

obsessed with the idea of nanami just putting you on his lap whenever he gets the chance 💭

watching tv? you’re on his lap watching whatever he’s watching. working at his desk in his office? you’re on his lap watching him scribbling all over random paper work you couldn’t care less about. you’re playing video games? you’re on his lap just because he wants to watch you play the game you like spending his money on. you’re on the phone? he’s putting you one his lap, so now you’re both on the phone. you’re doing work? yeah, you’re on his lap and his chin is looking over your shoulder to admire your writing. you just got back from work? he’s putting you in his lap and listening to you talk about your boss and annoying coworkers.

just nanami putting you on his lap whenever he wants to!

ps i made a little fic abt it <3

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

tiger!sukuna taking care of his kitty...

you squirm and twitch as his large, rough tongue runs up and down the juncture throat, the side of your neck, your jaw. your tiny hands push at his chest but it's of no use – he's just so much bigger and stronger than you. his tail sways from side to side and his ears keep twitching out of excitement; he can smell you, really smell you, and he can't stop grinning to himself – you keep trying to resist him while in reality... you love it.

his poor little kitty – overwhelmed by his need to simply take care of you:(((

the deep rumble, the low purr that reverberates through his chest is making you feel dizzy and you can't hold back the broken mewl that spills from your bitten lips. you feel his mean grin against your skin and it makes you try to push him off again. it doesn't work. when you try to fight him, fight his love for you – it only eggs him on further. his sharp nails dig into the soft meat of your waist as he lowers his hips, making you gasp when you feel his bulge rubbing against your heat.

claws sink into you and he's most certainly marks on your, oh, so sensitive skin; he uses his free hand to grab and turn your head to the other side as he licks and licks and licks – his saliva covers just about every inch of your neck and he just can't get enough. he holds your face in his big hands and he revels in the size difference... you're just so small compared to him:(( you don't even have a chance:(((

"stop... s'too much." you whine as you squirm under him. "'m clean now, kuna..."

that earns you a nip at your jaw.

he pushes you deeper into the mattress. he's nowhere even close to being done with you. he's only at your neck? what about the rest of your body? he'd rather have you crying from the suffocating weight of his overbearing love than to leave you like this – dirty and smelling like... well, not him. this is completely unacceptable!!!!

[buntanteen]

cockwarming dilf!mingyu thoughts (nsfw)

summary: thoughts on reader cockwarming dilf!kim mingyu :3

contains: 18+ nsfw! mdni!!

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

thinking about cock warming and slow fucking dilf!mingyu

after closing the bedroom door behind him, mingyu turns to meet your gaze. the moment the two of you make eye contact, you both gravitate towards each other. the slow movements of feeling up his chest turn into rapid ones trying to undress each other.

walking backwards to mingyu bed, falling into the white sheets with him hovering about you. grazing open mouthed kisses and licks across each other's necks. nosing against each other’s skin as he slips into you. feeling so so so full as you grind down onto his pretty cock.

slow movements of mingyu's hips hitting every spot making you in absolute bliss. the pace slowing down to barely slow fucking. heavy breaths, quiet moans and slips of whimpers filling the room.

trying to keep quiet so none of his kids hear the two of you. mingyu having his arms wrapped around you and his head laying on top of your chest. you have one hand trailing down the curve of his broad back. the other hand is carding your fingers through his hair to move it away from his sweaty forehead.

the summer evening breeze cooling down your flushed skin. the sunset view illuminating his honey skin. the warmth of your and mingyu's bodies lulling the two of you to sleep.

ames note: my other mingoo writing -> bestie fwb!mingyu headcanons

author note: do not distribute my work on other platforms without my consent. if you see my writing in places other than this tumblr account, please let me know. my writings are purely fictional fantasises for fun. the people i write about are real human beings and should still be treated as such. please do not take my writings seriously or as truth.

[luxbub]

rafe cameron x pouge!reader

cw: daddy kink, p in v, swearing, slight breeding kink, a tiny bit of overstimulation

Raised in poverty, you had quite the idea of what the life of a figure eight resident was.

Silk sheets, walk-in closets, at least five bedrooms, personal bathroom, maid, personal chef, clothes for every day of the week and what not. The thing you loved most though; the possession you heart yearned most for—a yatch.

A yatch where your husband could bend you over and fuck you straight down into the water underneath, until you passed out from lack of oxygen.

But those were just dreams, until they weren’t.

“Yeah—you like that, princess? You like my dick fucking babies into you?” Your pussy involuntary clenches at his words, as rafe doesn’t falter the relentless pace of his hips.

“M—more.” You barely manage to say with the constant bobbing of your head and rafe’s rough thrusts.

“Huh? W-what was that, princess? You want more of daddy’s cock?” Your tits keep on bouncing as rafe’s rough thrust quite literally are almost breaking the bed from how hard he is fucking you.

"Y-Yes, I- hmh", you sputter, and your wish is his command as he immediately hauls your leg up on his shlouder, nearly folding you in half.

The new change of angle is almost enough to drive you to your hundredth orgasm for the day, but when rafe drags his thumb over your clit—only two times needed, for your legs to start spasming again and for your head to roll back, gasping as another wave of pleasure hits you.

“S-shit, princess, i’m gonna cum.” You can only gape in response, as rafe’s continuous drilling into your hole drives you on the verge of overstimulation.

The involuntary clench of your pussy, makes enough for rafe to paint your walls white with his release, giving only a few more lazy thrusts until his stills inside of you.

[hanfourz]

— m.jh thought [✷]

🪼- this has been rotting in my brain for weeks and i had to get it out. (also making this into a longer drabble bc whew; so enjoy this little snippet ig)

warnings: suggestive towards the end, kissing

thinking abt college bsf!myungjae who has a massive crush on you. he doesn't even try to hide it, he's literally so obsessed with you. if someone is looking for jaehyun, they look for you first because wherever you are he follows not too far behind. you can't even fully recall how you two became best friends. you remember him coming into the cafe you worked at a lot with his friends, conveniently around the time you would start your shift. he was always really friendly and sweet, making conversation while he waited for his order to be finished. you remember watching him and his goofball friends bicker loudly in the middle of the coffee shop and when you'd accidentally let out a giggle he was the first to look your way. you remember him one day asking you when your shift was over and him telling you to find him in the library once you were done. since that day, you two have been practically inseparable.

finals were coming up and the two of you had decided to become study partners. terrible idea really because he didn't have a serious bone in his body. whenever he came to your dorm to "study", you two always ended up studying for maybe ten minutes max before yall were huddled up on the couch watching tv. you had to resort to studying alone once he'd left. bad decision number two was letting him convince you to come study at his dorm because his roommate would be out and you'd have "peace and quiet" (as if that was a thing around myung jaehyun). when you got there wearing a baggy tshirt and shorts, jaehyun visibly gulped. everyone but you was very aware of his crush on you and it was times like this that made it especially difficult for him. because how was he meant to act somewhat normal when you looked like that. he wasn't sure he wanted you to be aware of how he felt about you, too scared to lose you as a friend entirely.

jaehyun was even more touchy than usual, body pressed right up against yours as you two sat on his bed. touchiness wasn't uncharacteristic for him, he was like that with everyone but today it was much worse. you didn't really understand why he seemed to be attached to your hip today but you can't say you were complaining. you never minded jaehyuns clinginess, it was actually one of the things you came to rly love about him. once your (very short) study sesh was over, he offered to walk with you back to your dorm since it was dark out. you never turned down spending more time with him and you two headed to the elevator. as you walked you had started yapping to him about something going on with some friends from one of your other classes. he wasn't really paying attention though, hyper focused on the way your cut-neck shirt was falling dangerously low on your shoulder.

as soon as you two were in the elevator, jaehyun was extremely close to you again. when you looked up at him, you were shocked to see the way he was looking at you. and when his hands found the curve of your hips and he was asking to please kiss you, the puzzle pieces started to click in your head. truth is, you'd always found him devastatingly attractive but refused to entertain those thoughts, trying not to catch feelings for someone who was just supposed to be a friend. but you'd be stupid to deny him right now and you'd be a liar if you said you hadn't wanted to kiss him since that first day you saw him in that cafe. so you gave in, you let him kiss you breathless on that elevator and you invited him into your dorm when you realized that your roommate was out. you let him indulge in every lewd fantasy he'd had of you right on your very bed.

[helioswritings]

The kisses on your neck are frantic, almost desperate in their intensity. Your grip on Argenti’s hair hasn’t loosened, even as he bucks into you.

The dark corner you’re in isn’t near dark enough for what you’re doing, but you don’t think the knight has it in him to care, if his desperate whimpers are anything to go by. He’s oblivious to the world around him, his beautiful green eyes shut tight as he continues what he’s doing.

“Argenti—Argenti we can’t.”

He groans in slight annoyance, but pauses his assault on your neck. “It’s been months since I’ve had the pleasure of gazing upon you, please don’t deny me this.”

You laugh and cup his face, drawing him into a slow kiss. “I’d rather die than deny you anything, my love, but the fact of the matter is that we’re rather exposed.”

He looks around, realization dawning on him slowly. “You’re right. The only one who should see you like this is me.”

Argenti sets you on the ground delicately, his lips are swollen and his face is flushed, his pupils dilated so wide that the emerald green of his eyes are scarcely more than a thin ring of green around the black. You let him lead you to your apartment

[xxlady-lunaxx]

sanemi never thought he could ever want someone so badly. he would kill to press his lips against giyuu’s, he would live every life if he got to see giyuu in each of them. he was on his knees, praying, wishing, hoping that he might just be enough for giyuu, might have a chance. he took back every time he teased obanai for his infatuation with mitsuri. he understood much more than he wished. this adoration — this pure, torturous want to be the one giyuu loved, to be the one in giyuu’s arms, to be anything for him because somehow, in some way, giyuu was everything for sanemi. he desperately needed him. he needed to be someone important in giyuu’s life. he needed to be in giyuu’s life. just giyuu and sanemi and nobody else.

[lovesickeros]

☆ glimpse of divinity

{☆} characters lyney, neuvillette [ separate ] {☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 0.8k

× neuvillette

The first time he sees you strolling the streets of Fontaine with a glint of wonder in your eyes, he thinks he must have finally lost it. He has to rub his eyes and check a few dozen times before he's certain that you are, in fact, real and not some figment of his imagination conjured by a lack of sleep and overdose on caffeine.

..Though now that he gets a better look, it's not quite the same. Like a smudged painting, he thinks. Still, the uncanny resemblance to the visage of the Divine One has him lingering around the area just to stare a little longer, a deep, devoted sense of affection bristling beneath his skin.

And then you turn sharply on your heel, staring directly back at him, and he feels a sudden wave of embarrassment and something akin to shame.

Archons, he'd just made a fool of himself, hadn't he?

He quickly turns away, clearing his throat and hiding his embarrassment behind his hand. Though it does not seem to deter you, the soft tap of your shoes growing closer until you were peering up at him with wide eyes.

"..Hello." He offers awkwardly, a little too stiff and a little too formal, but you don't seem to mind in the slightest. He knows that your appearance, your vague similarities to the Divine One are mere coincidence, but it does not stop his heart from skipping a beat when you smile up at him. "I– apologize for being so uncouth and staring, it's just.."

His voice trails off into a breathy exhale, his hand twitching on his cane as if he wanted to reach out and touch you..but he restrains himself in time. He could not make a bigger fool of himself – he would never hear the end of it from lady Furina.

"You remind me of someone."

He decides, readjusting his hands on his cane as he bows his head for a moment is a show of genuineness, though it must look awkward with how stiff his body feels.

Yet he cannot help but want to get closer anyway, to hear the silky lilt of your voice grace his pointed ears. This is as close as he will ever get to the Divine..he is a weak man, he finds, as he offers a hand to you.

"I understand if this is a bit..forward, but would you mind joining me for tea?"

× lyney

He is a master magician – his entire work is built on keen misdirection and sleight of hand, but even he stumbles for a minute thinking he'd seen an illusion in your warm smile and striking features. Almost an exact copy of the Divine One, yet not quite..

Still, it's enough to pique his interest – enough, too, to give him the confidence to slip into your conversation with ease, all smiles and the slip of a card between his fingers.

"Hello, stranger – I don't think I've seen you in Fontaine before," He laughs, his hand reaching around to rest gently on your opposite shoulder, his voice a ghost of a whisper in your ear. "Say, could I interest you in a bit of magic?"

He perks up at the way you seem to light up like fireworks at his offer, a spark almost like recognition in your eyes he brushes aside – he's quite well known, after all.

"Good! Now, if I may just borrow your attention for a minute.." He grins, stepping around you and turning sharply to face you, his hand outstretched with a deck of cards in his hands, face down. "Let's start simple, shall we? I shan't overwhelm my audience – pick a card."

He holds the cards out again, his features twisted in something like awe, though he hides it well.

His heart flutters at the briefest of glances of your hand against his as you pluck a card from his hand, and he quickly retracts it, reshuffling the deck with a broad grin and a wink.

"Do your best to remember it! If you could return it to the deck.." The card is placed back in it's place amongst the rest, and the magic begins!

"Now then, let's see..hm," He hums for a long moment, the silence filled by the constant shuffle of cards until he suddenly plucks one from the deck, flipping it around for you to see. "Is this your card?"

He frowns when you shake your head, almost pouting, before he lights up again and steps forward.

"Ah! How foolish of me, I missed it..it's riiight here, see." He winks, reaching behind your ear..and pulls free a card from seemingly thin air. He flips it around for you to see again, and when you tell him it is, in fact, your card, he flips it around again.

And before you can see it, he's holding a rainbow rose between his fingers, his hand outstretched as he bows.

His eyes glint with a sort of wonder as he looks at your features, his smile widening a fraction.

"Well, dear stranger? Did you enjoy the show?"

[okkalo]

unfair questions

rindou x fem! reader

genre(s): fluff

“me or another girl, who are you choosing?” your question made rindou move his phone to the side to look at you with furrowed brows. he knew you liked to ask these questions that held consequences if he didn’t answer right. this one, however, was too easy for his liking.

“what the hell? you, obviously,” he answered, his lilac eyes scanning you suspiciously. you, however, just lay on his chest without giving any hints as to what your plan was.

“ok, but what if it’s a freaky friday situation?” you ask, resulting in rindou’s brows furrowing even further.

“what’s that?”

“like me and the girl swap bodies, so she’d have my body and i’d have hers,” you explained, watching as his head took the information in and tried to think of the best possible answer to appease you.

he opened his mouth but nothing came out as he began to realize there was no way he could answer this correctly. you couldn’t help but snort watching him struggle to come up with something, making him give you an upset look.

“stop,” he huffed, not liking being laughed at.

“stop what? answer the question,” you played innocent as you gave him a light nudge to gesture him to answer. he grumbled unrecognizable words at your continued act, moving his phone back to where it covered your presence resting on his chest.

“i hate these questions,” he mumbled, his thumb going back to scrolling through his phone.

“so, you would take the other girl instead?” you asked, voice accusatory—something he hated hearing since it was always associated with your dumb questions.

“i might if you keep asking me dumb questions,” he answered offhandedly, drawing an offended gasp from you. before you could even say something about it, however, rindou was quick to push the back of your head so that you were now smushed onto his chest. “stop trying to start drama; you’re worse than ran.”

he made sure to keep you pressed against his chest, despite your struggles to retaliate at him. though, could you really complain with such a breathtaking sight in front of you?

unedited. thank you for reading!

[spideyhexx]

2 am thoughts with kit:

nsfw; fem!reader

Billy’s been sitting at the desk in your room for over an hour, rewriting some letter he’s trying to write to send to some judge but he keeps crumpling the paper, exasperated at his inability to come up with just the right words.

You try to help him do it but nothing was really working. Seeing he needed a break, you plop down to his thigh as he’s in the chair, your back to his front. Without a moment’s hesitation, his arms circle around you, his hands clasped in front of your stomach.

Your nightgown was the only thing on you since the clock was at midnight and Billy had promised he’d join you in bed a half hour ago.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, humming softly when you reach your hand to rub his head. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles, then presses his face down to your shoulder.

“Think you need a break,” you tell him, even though you told him that earlier and he didn’t listen.

Billy sighs, giving your shoulder a small kiss, squeezing you tight to him. “Just stay here for a little. I wanna get it done tonight.”

You want to argue with him that he can do it in the morning but his soft tone makes you bite back your words, opting to just settle against him.

You’re no stranger to the firmness of his thigh, especially with it right between your legs. You may have thought about that before deciding where you’d sit. And you think Billy knows that too. Because he bounces the leg that you’re sitting on. When you gasp, his arms tighten around you.

He inhales deeply, then lets the breath go, his one hand splaying on your lower stomach as he pretends to adjust you on him. But all it does is make you press more on him. He gives a kiss to your shoulder, then to your neck, his nose nuzzling to the skin there. “I know I should’ve came into bed by now,” he whispers to you, his lips still against your neck.

You pretend to shift under the guise of wanting to grind on him. “You know, huh?”

He scoffs. “Yeah. Could’ve been lovin’ on you….” he says, dropping his nose back to your shoulder and nudging you there.

“Let me?” He asks after you stay silent, his fingers reaching at the hem of your nightgown.

You nod.

It’s like clockwork the way he tugs your nightgown up and slips your underwear down. His movements make yours so smooth as he turns you in his lap, keeping you on his thigh. Billy sits up straighter, tugging your hips in an encouraging gesture so you’d move.

Your hands grip his shoulders, a breath falling from your lips as your grind yourself to his thigh, the roughness of his trousers against you is already so stimulating, it makes you press down harder.

He feels it, pressing his thigh up to you, “that it’s…fuck…thats my girl,” he mutters, his chin resting to the middle of your chest as he looks up at you.

You moan, tilting your head back, bucking your hips in a quicker motion. You know you’re messing his pants, but you have no shame in it, too focused on the pleasure coursing though you from merely rubbing up on him and his big hands guiding your hips along.

With your head tilted back and your eyes shut, you don’t get to see the look on Billy’s face. He’s watching you, mesmerized, his mouth parted like yours, his eyes a little glassy, but locked in on your face. He can’t stop watching you moan, feeling you grind his thigh like it’s his dick sends him into a spiral. It’s a complete daze, and he’s straining so hard against his zipper but he can’t focus on himself. He’s so obsessed with you. He’s so in love with you, and he’ll never get over the sight of you like this. You’re so reactive to him, every movement he makes, he hears a sound leave you and your face screw in pleasure and he’s in awe.

He wants to rip your nightgown down and get his mouth on your tits, but he can’t even do that. His gaze, enamored and full of admiration for his girl, for giving you pleasure, can’t be broken. All he can do is hold you tighter, make you move faster and press his thigh up to you, mumbling, “need you to come on me.”

Billy gets some sense knocked into him when you moan louder at his words and dig your nails to his shoulders. He leans his head up to kiss along your jaw and then back to your chin. He nips at your bottom lip as your lips part in another pretty moan, then captures your lips in a kiss with his tongue.

He feels your hips try to move faster, desperate and close, pressing down hard for as much friction as possible. You feel him groan to your lips, “fuck yeah, that’s it…I love you…want you…want you to come, okay?”

You nod, “mhm…love you too…ah…b-billy…,” your words trail off in a sharp breath, and he nods.

“I know, I know, just come for me,” he mumbles, his lips still to you.

A sharp moan leaves you as you let your orgasm take over your body, and Billy moans with you. His breath shuddering and matching the intensity of your own, you’re positive he’s finished in his pants but you don’t ask him, too caught up in your own labored breathing.

He rubs his hand to your back, giving your face little kisses until he sees you smile, and he returns it. “I think you should do the letter in the morning.”

“I think you’re right.”

[irondad-defensesquad]

“Last time someone looked out for me… it didn’t end well.” Peter doesn’t break while saying this, he’s mostly avoidant. “I don’t want it to happen again.”

Tony wraps an arm around him. “That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be cared about, kid.”

“I’ve just grown… convinced at this point.”

Peter thinks… then he lies against Tony.

“… Sometimes you help me see another way, though,” he admits.

He can feel Tony smiling at him as he half-squeezes Peter.

"I'm glad."

[teddybeartoji]

imagine walking out of your room while trying to rid of the remaining sleep from your eyes when you see him.

roomie!suguru – in a baggy tank top and a pair of shorts, his hair in a low messy bun with sweat trickling from his temple. you're stopped in your tracks, lips parted at the glorious sight.

his eyes are closed, his breathing controlled as he sits in a deep stretch. you can see his biceps and his thigh muscles and his calves and... his ass. his hands are placed together in front of his chest and he looks so peaceful.

yoga.

he's doing yoga and you feel like you're about to faint.

you clear your throat and his purple eyes snap open; his lips tug into a sly smile, his canines flashing at you in the sunlight.

"morning."

his voice is syrupy, maybe way too so for the early hour. he moves his hands to his hips as he lowers himself deeper into the stretch, gaze glued onto you. he makes you nervous and you hate it – he's not even really doing anything! you feel small as he observes you, as he takes you apart. suguru thinks you look adorable; still sleepy with multiple pillow lines running over your cheek. you're fiddling with your own fingers, eyes flicking all over his body – from his exposed thigh to his hands to his face. you're not slick and he loves it.

"hi." suguru's smile stretches wider at your soft tone. "i'm gonna make coffee, do you– do you want some?"

he gives you a small nod, always amused by your desire to take care of others. he has seen it with others too; you always have extra sweets for whenever satoru comes by and you've started carrying around a small lighter just in case shoko ever forgets hers.

suguru takes in your faint little smile, your head cocking to the side as you mouth "ok" before disappearing into the kitchen. he switches his legs and sinks back into the stretch; he closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing again. he thinks about you in the kitchen, he thinks about you grabbing your mug and then his. he thinks about you placing them side by side. he hears your quiet steps and he hears you yawn. it's a perfect morning.

when he's finally done, he saunters into the kitchen while raising his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. you have to do a double take, his dark happy trail making you choke on your own saliva. he chuckles at your reaction, but makes no comment, focusing on the freshly brewed coffee instead. his shoulder bumps into yours as he leans over you, the warmth of his body engulfing you. he still smells so good and you want to be mad.

you take a second to admire him and the flush on his cheeks but almost jump when his eyes suddenly meet yours. he's so close. sharp teeth and a sweet smile, he gives your hip a squeeze; his touch burns and you're about to melt, but he doesn't let you. he doesn't let go when he leans even closer, his breath fanning your face as he whispers.

"thank you, sweetheart. smells so good."

you give him a little high-pitched sound as a reply and he tongues the side of his cheek. you're so fucking cute. he grabs the mugs with a small grin and places them on the table behind you before taking a seat. he taps on the wood, telling you to come and join him.

the sun swallows him with ease, illuminating his beautiful sweaty, tanned skin; his piercings flicker at you and the thought of kissing them settles in the back of your mind. birds continue chirping lovesongs (for you, they're singing for you) while trees dance against the blue cloudy background, the smell of coffee fills the peaceful air around you and it's comfortable. this is your new routine - he makes your heart tremble and you make his grow in size.

suguru hasn't felt like this in a long, long time – your attention is addicting; he loves it more than he wants to admit. satoru would never let him live it down but he just cannot stop thinking about you. warm hugs and silly jokes, he's grateful for choosing you as his roommate.

[forlix]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・908 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・hyunjin x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・domestic fluff, established relationship, being hopelessly whipped for one another hehe

Hwang Hyunjin is no stranger to compliments.

How couldn’t he be, when his grip on every stadium is one of titanium, when he looks and sounds like a figment of a sweet dream, when he is all that he is? And he loves the flattery. He’ll bow graciously and utter his thanks, his head lowered just far enough to conceal the smirk on his lips that says: oh, I know.

But it’s different with you. Maybe it’s because he’s clung to everything you’ve said to him since the day you met, curating a mental archive of the greatest love he'll ever know. Maybe it’s because he feels the urge to smile just looking at your face. Maybe he's that much of an enamored idiot that your praise makes him feel like he’s touching the sky.

Whatever the reason, your compliments destroy him, and tonight is no exception.

Hyunjin’s head is hovering over the sink, headband holding back his hair, hands slathering cleanser over his skin, when his phone goes off. It’s unusual for him to receive emails so late, and he rinses and dries himself with a touch of irritation. Surely it can wait until tomorrow. But the annoyance subsides when Hyunjin starts to read: photos came out early . . . congratulations again . . . will be in touch with next steps.

Behind him, the bathroom door opens, and in walks a figure with tired eyes and a matching headband over their hairline. Hyunjin feels arms circle around his waist and a familiar warmth press up against his back. “I ran out of face soap,” you mumble.

Without looking up from his screen, Hyunjin picks up his cleanser and holds it by his hip, so that you only need extend your fingers to snatch it away. You place a kiss on his cheek as a quick way of thanks, bringing a small, helpless smile to his face.

The next few minutes are spent in silence, save for the sounds of your washing. It isn’t until you glance in the mirror and see your boyfriend’s fascination with his phone that you notice something’s up.

“What’re you looking at?” You hum, curious.

Hyunjin’s reply is casual. Too casual. “The photos from the Versace shoot came out early.”

At this, you whip around to look at him. Your face is illuminated with a smile that stretches from ear to ear, the fatigue in your eyes replaced with pure anticipation. A mysterious warmth begins to spread through Hyunjin, starting in his chest and traveling as far as his cheeks, dusting them pink with embarrassment. (And so Hyunjin’s destruction begins.)

“Show me,” you demand.

Hyunjin tilts his screen in your direction, finally unable to quell the proud grin that he’s been biting back for so long. You nestle into his side and wrap your hands around his tricep, as if looking to hang onto something for emotional support, but nothing could've prepared you for what you see: silky dark hair pinned back by a pair of white sunglasses, facial features so ethereal that they rival the sculptures of Michelangelo himself, jewelry and suit jacket dull in comparison to his golden complexion, all rearranged into poses and expressions so confident and effortless that one would think he’s been doing this for years.

It is too much for you.

The noise that comes out of your mouth is terrifying—a mixture of a moan and a gasp except you’re being mauled by a mountain lion, or something—and Hyunjin starts to laugh, the forceful, involuntary kind that seizes his entire being.

“Are you kidding me?" You let go of his arm to grab hold of his phone with both hands, bringing it within inches of your face. "Is this real life?”

“What sound did you just make—?" Hyunjin is now sliding down the wall, barely able to get his words out. "Wait, I can’t breathe, stop—”

You ignore him, and Hyunjin genuinely thinks he’s going to dissolve when he sees that you’ve zoomed in far enough for his face, just his face, to take up the entire screen. “This can’t be real,” you mutter. “You can’t be real.”

“Shut up, you idiot—”

Hyunjin suddenly feels a pair of hands on his cheeks, and you start littering kisses all over his face, first on his forehead, then his temple, then his nose, his jaw, weaving words in between to form a sentence: you are the most beautiful man in the whole world, Hwang Hyunjin. He disappears into a new fit of laughter, his cheeks sore from how hard he’s beaming, his ears burning crimson. He feels like he might burst, he’s so happy, so in love.

You then pull away for a breather, and whatever plea for mercy Hyunjin has prepared goes forgotten when it occurs to him how close the two of you are, with you basically straddling him and wisps of your hair tickling his face. And you look stunning right now, barefaced and blushing and radiant. His laughter dissipates at last, leaving behind only a helplessly fond smile that turns his eyes to crescents.

“My prince,” you whisper, bumping your nose lightly against his. “Mine.”

He physically cannot go a second longer without kissing you, leaning in and sealing his grin against yours with the intensity of an oath. Yours. Forever.

“Thank you, baby."

(The truth is that Hyunjin destroys you first. It is only natural that you return the favor.)

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[saeyoungchoismaid]

Kaeya presses up close behind you, bringing his arms up to place them under yours. “Hold it steady…” he says softly into your ear. You feel a shiver go down your spine, your eyes rolling back the tiniest bit. “That’s it…” he purrs.

“Bang,” he whispers into the shell of your ear as you pretend to shoot your target, your gun jumping in your hand a bit as it fires nothing out.

His hands go light as you pull the gun back to cock it, reloading the weapon with an imaginary bullet before going back into your original state. “Well done,” he mumbles—in what you swear is a sensual tone—right below your ear against your jawline. “You’re such a fast learner,” he praises.

[whosyuno]

nerd!jaehyun is unexpectedly whiny when he’s turned on. 

usually, he’s soft spoken, quiet and fades into the background of any gatherings he’s at. you’d expect it because he’s the typical nerd with no life, who only studies and barely knows any current pop culture references (the only ones he knows are from minimally six months back). 

yet, when he’s under you, he’s a mess and babbles on incoherently. 

“oh my- please,” he begs against your lips. 

his body shivers at your every touch and he looks so completely fucked out even though all you’ve done is makeout with him. his cheeks are flushed and he’s breathing heavily. it makes you wonder if he’s so sensitive because he’s so sexually repressed from studying 24/7 and, if so, it makes you want to bully him more, to tease out of him sides that not even he knew existed. 

“please what?” you tease, half-knowing that he's too fucked out to even give a proper answer.

and like you predict, he whines but nothing coherent comes out of it. his head is fuzzy from the blood rush and all rational thought completely leaves his mind. instead, his hips eagerly bucks against your clothed core. 

you don’t make his life any easier; your hips match his unsteady pace as you grind yourself down against his clothed bulge. even when separated by your clothes, you could feel his hard cock throbbing. you’d bet that he’s already made a mess in his boxer brief from his precum leaking out everywhere.

your movements draws out a needy moan out of his lips, as he wraps his arms around your waist and guides your hips so that it hits the very spot he likes. his lips part to make way for a sleuth of whimpers punctuated by his pleas and oh-oh my gods, fuck- i’m g’na cum. 

his hips go from proper clumsy thrusts into a series of shallow, messy ruts. he’s unable to think straight but he imagines how tight and warm your pussy would be around his virgin cock. he wonders of how your lips would feel around his cock - will you choke on it or will you take it like the campus slut you are?

these obscene images push his teetering orgasm past the edge. 

“fuck baby- oh my… wait! i’-m gonna cum,” his lips tremble in desperate pleasure as his hips meet yours in a shaky thrust before he cums in his pants. 

he drools and whines and whimpers like a puppy as he rides out his orgasm, all while still rutting against your hips and you can’t help but think he looks so beautiful coming undone under you. 

nerd!jaehyun is unexpectedly a dirty puppy for you.