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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 3 years ago

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Last ask i promise!! Just came back from reading all of ur enjou writing for real(made sure of it) and im fkgn hot as shit im bothered im gonna stay hornknee for the year thank u✋🏻😭💀(sorry for flooding ur ask box. Really i am)

I can't stop imagining him as an awkward virgin and is now sex crazed pussy drunk and can't life without breeding us every second of the day✋🏻😭🥲 now he's possessive as shit and can't even let another lector see us for two second too long🥺 no he wont attac his own kind no🥺, he just come to us and made sure we're his and his alone, we're okay if we get a little preggy no? For him? Right?🥺

hi hi anon!

oh it's fine! i don't mind you sending in enjou thirsts, in fact, i always look forward to them every time i post a new one! and it's fine that you flooded my inbox lol, i was just confused, so don't feel bad!

also yesss, i feel like enjou would start out as some awkward virgin who can't even fuck you properly, gets so flustered, and doesn't even know that he has such a big dick. but after becoming fuck buddies with you and then getting together with you, he's no longer the awkward and flustered enjou you'd fucked back in enkanomiya; now you can't even go a day without enjou fucking and cumming inside you at least once. not that you're complaining, in fact, you're enjoying yourself a little too much.

and i feel that while he'd been okay with leaving you in the company of a fellow lector or herald, he can't stop that deep itch that rises in his body that wants to keep you at his side no more than a few feet away at best. a clawed hand on the small of your back, hip, or your thigh, it doesn't matter, he craves having you close to him at all times, although he seems to like cuddling and enclosing around you when laying down, quite a lot actually. he doesn't know why he's feeling like this, but it isn't long before he gives in, if only a little. ( pls, he just wants attention and affection )

nsfw below!

being brought into the abyss was surely an experience, especially seeing as you weren't even supposed to be there in the first place, seeing as you were a human surrounded by countless abyss heralds, mages, and other lectors. they'd all stared you down, hungrily eyeing you like predators wanting to rip apart prey and eagerly watch it bleed out and die. so you just further edged yourself into enjou's side, and hold in your fear as best as you can whilst enjou glides alongside to where he'd said you could stay.

first, he had slipped off to the abyss majesty, the one who was behind all this, to at least inform them of your presence, of your relationship, and the benefits of keeping you around. it took him a while, with you standing nervously near some abyss herald's, who didn't seem too pleased to be having you within such close proximity, much less in the abyss with the rest of them, but they seemed to hold their much darker intentions back well enough. and for that reason, you just shut your mouth and keep your body stiff and upright.

when enjou returns, he silently waves off the heralds, and they grumble begrudgingly but leave peacefully, much to your relief. " e-enjou, i swear they were gonna kill me," you shudder and groan, a bit dramatically, but you deserved it. if it were for him, you'd definitely be torn to shreds, but torturously slowly as they peeled back your skin and exposed your twitching muscles-

" ughhhh," you cry out, hugging your arms into your body, enjou chuckling as he wraps an armored arm around your shoulders, assuring you that you did great and that you weren't gonna die. " would you like me to carry you?" he asks gently, and you nod vigorously, sighing happily as he scoops you up with ease, letting you wrap your legs and arms around his warm body, nuzzling your back into the nape of his warm neck, and you make sure to avoid the burnt-red spikes that jut from the crown of his head.

the area is nothing like you'd expectedーit resembles the architecture of enkanomiya, but somehow more foreign, more ancient. of course, it's not in ruins like the said area was, thank goodness, but you had still found it beautiful nonetheless. it's almost like a mansion, extravagant and beautiful and incredibly spacious, although much darker, and each time you peek outside, all you can see is a distorted, swirling mess of what resembles a starry whirlwind, and you can make out constellations that constantly glow in and out of existence, but are quickly snuffed out by the swirling darkness.

an endless darkness...

a part of you wonders if you'll be swallowed up by it completely if you got too careless, and you decide to keep that thought in mind as to never stray too far from where you reside. besides, you don't need to give the abyss mages and heralds any more reason to tear you apart.

enjou said that you could leave when you wished, like stepping back into your home as to not raise suspicions, as he reassures that he can always visit whenever he feels like it. but even you notice how he doesn't seem too keen on the idea of leaving your side for too long, seeming so stiff when you leave through the swirling portal. andー

he'd grown incredibly bolder and more handsy than when you'd first met him.

" e-enjou-HIIIIII?! O-OH, R-RIGHT THERE-THERE-!!♡♡" you shriek loudly, your voice breaking as you try and grip onto the black marble pillar in front of you. you can feel enjou's knot rubbing right against your sopping wet cunt, seemingly teasing you as you near another orgasm, like he knows how much you want him to shove it in already. but he's grown bolder, purposefully teasing you right when you're about to cum and slowing his thrusts, his monster cock pressed right up against your g-spot and driving you crazy. fuuucckkk, how long had he kept you going like this? you forgot after the fifth orgasm, but now you didn't care; you just wanted to cum around his huge cock and feel his cum inside of you already.

" M-MORE, E-ENJOU-OUGHHHH-!! P-PLEASHE, I-I'M GONNA-!" you can't stop moaning loudly, your body feels too good, utterly numb, and drunk on pleasure. you push your hips back in a desperate attempt to push his thick and bulbous knot in your oversensitive cunt, but a harsh squeeze to your hips leaves you reeling and choking back squeals. you can vaguely hear him darkly chuckle at your pathetic attempt, and as if to further taunt you, enjou starts to push his huge knot past your swollen pussy folds, and you moan happily. finally, oh god-!

" OUNMGHHHH-?! h-hey h-hold on-"

you groan when you feel enjou drag his hips back, pulling the rest his knot out of your soaked cunt and dragging his huge cock against the wet and tight walls of your contracting pussy. " e-enjou, p-pleashe...'m gonna cum, i wanna cum," you sob, turning your head to face the lector that's rubbing his knot against your pussy, drool seeping out of the corners of your mouth. but you don't care, you just want him to knot you already and cum already. if you had to beg like a whore, then so be it.

enjou chuckles, sadistically amused by your desperate pleas and he gently squeezes your hips as if to reassure you. " i can't help it ( name )," he breathes heavily, voice as deep and distorted as ever," you're just so adorable y'know?" you loudly whine, your lips pursing together as you feebly glare at him, to which he laughs and presses his knot against your eager and awaiting cunt once more.

" haha, alright, no need to get so worked up now my love." he starts to push his knot past your folds once, and you let out a shaky, satisfied moan. you were so sensitive already, and you could already feel yourself-

"-HIIIIIIII?!"

you shriek as enjou shoves the entirety of his thick knot and the rest of his monster cock into your core, and it makes his thick head press and rub right up against your puckering cervix. just the force of his thrust alone forces your walls to spasm and pulse violently around his thick, and your moans become louder when you feel more of his creamy cum being forced into your wombーthere's no more room inside of you, he can't possibly-

" nonono, e-enjou, pleasheee-'s no more room-!! OUMNNNGHHHHH-?!"

" it's okay, it's oka-hnmghhhh! it'll fit inside of you-ghhhh-!"

he lets out animalistic moans as he grinds himself against you while he empties out his cum into you, with you losing your already weakened grip on the smooth pillar, but you still will yourself to hold on tight. your leg muscles have long since gotten used to being turned into jelly from the countless sessions with your beloved enjou, but they still shudder and shake out of reflex.

when you glance down, you can see your tummy bulging even more as it grows heavier with his cum, and a twinge of arousal momentarily finds life in your core, adding to the heavy sensation and making it feel even more pleasurable. haahh, shit, you were really a pervert for enjoying something as lewd and dirty as this.

weak whimpers escape your plush lips when you feel enjou's hips pull back from where he'd been pressed against the fat of your ass, and his knot begins to deflate before he slowly pulls his monster cock out of your tight pussy, groaning all the while as creamy rivulets leak out.

" mnnnhhhh-"

a particularly high-pitched moan leaves your mouth as he finally pulls his now limp cock out, and it becomes slightly louder as you feel his cum beginning to pour out onto the floor beneath you, and you let out a disappointed whimper, already missing the feeling of being stuffed full. your legs and arms are completely numb, and you can feel them starting to give out, but enjou seems to have seen that, thank god, and gently but quickly swings his magma red arms underneath the small of your back and under your legs.

" nmmm...thank you..." you softly whisper, lifting your head to stare at him, gingerly smiling before pressing your lips to the side of his armored face. he hums in content, and gingerly nuzzles his face into your hair as he attempts to stroke the underside of your calves with his warm fingers, but only succeeding in barely nudging them.

" would you like me to run a bath for you?" he questions, and you perk up at the mention of a nice, warm bath.

" yes pleaseee," you grin happily, dragging out your words as you begin to pepper enjou's face with soft kisses, cupping it and holding it in place so he wouldn't try and run away from your affections. said lector chuckles in happiness and lets you do so, having no desire to stop your affections. he seems to be happily soaking it up and basking in it.

it's an adorable sight really.

your enjou is so cute♡

" hnmmm! mnffffff!"

you bite back moans, your fingers digging into the desk in front of you as you try and ignore the lewd squelching that's coming from right behind you. right where enjou is busy pounding into your pussy from. instead, you try and focus on the aged book that lies open on the desk, but the way the lector sloppily slides his huge cock in and out of your cunt makes it hard to even properly hold the book still, much less focus on the small printed words.

" e-enjou, s-slow down sweeti-hiiiiiii?!" you bite down on your lower lip, hard enough to taste iron in your mouth and hiss as the pain, as he angles his thrusts perfectly into your g-spot, making your pussy walls spasm once more as white fills your vision and your thighs briefly clench up, before relaxing.

but enjou doesn't stop his thrusts; he keeps thrusting into you without abandon, letting out guttural groans as he keeps fucking up into you. he has one hand clenched around your hip while the other traps you against the desk, pressing your chest flat against the smooth surface.

" sh-shit, you're so tight around me love.." he groans, sighing in pleasure at how tightly you squeeze down around him and how good your pretty pussy feels around his monster cock. you can feel yourself stupidly smilingーenjou had been fucking you on a near-daily basis now, even more so than he'd normally. not that you minded, oh god no, you were utterly addicted to how well enjou fucked you. you had to admit, seeing him in his true lector form, towering over you, oozing power and knowing he could easily manhandle you and fit his huge monster cock in your small, tight pussy and fill you up with loads of thick cumー

fuck you were a pervert.

" enjou, don't stop fucking me, okay?♡♡"

you adjust your head until you're staring him right in his glowing red eyes, giving him the familiar perverted smile that he'd come to know and completely adore.

" keep on fucking me 'kay?♡♡" you whimper as you adjust your body, moaning at the sensation of enjou's monster cock rubbing against your walls with each move you make, and turning yourself over until you're lying on your back and facing your beloved lector. at your words, he begins to speed up, having now adjusted to the new position. you let out a series of happy moans, wrapping your legs around his waist and trapping him against your slick folds.

but you know he enjoys that more than anything else.

" mnghhhh! o-oh god yes♡-r-right there enjou♡, right there♡-nnuohhhhngaaahhh!"

you tug on his toned burnt red arms, and as he leans closer, you wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him to arch his upper body over you. he grunts in surprise and you can see his eyes briefly widen as you take him by surprise with your swift actions.

" -urry up enjou," you whine as you attempt to push your hips up against his crotch to get any sort of friction," want your big cock, i want your huge cock to fuck my pussy, i want-

OHOOOHHHHGGHAAAH?!♡♡"

a loud choked shriek leaves your mouth as enjou starts animalistically thrusting into you, using the hand that gripped your hip to pull you down on his cock, making the tummy bulge his huge cock was making even more prominent and noticeable. tears began to stain your cheeks as the pleasure began to become overwhelming, but you were still so happy that enjou was pounding into you, it felt so fucking good-!!

" I'M CUH-♡♡HHhHhMM-NG!♡♡"

your eyes shoot open wide, your teeth clenching as your toes curl into your feet, your orgasm washing over you completely. you choke on your breath when you feel hot, sticky loads of cum being poured into your cunt, and you whimper loudly when you feel creamy spurts leak out of your stuffed cunt. your back stings from the desk beneath you digging into your skin, but you don't care. you're too horny at this point and seeing how enjou was shallowly thrusting into you, he wasn't done yet.

oh fuck it, the book could wait for now.

" ♡ more...i need more...♡"

his cock twitches inside of you.

" fuck me, enjou...♡"

" enjou, your hair's getting long..." you muse aloud, brushing your fingerings through the smooth raven locks and occasionally brushing your fingertips against his pointed ears. " oh, is that so?" he asks, curiously watching you play with his hair, and humming with content at the sensation of your nails dragging against his pale scalp. " yeah, look, the hair around your face has gotten long," you gently tugged on the locks to prove your point, and he glances at your fingers, seemingly thinking.

" hmmm, true, i'll have to trim it later..." he muses, brows furrowing as he goes to grasp the strands himself, before sighing. " it's okay, just wanted to point it out," you reply, before pressing a small kiss against his temple, and he hums in gratitude. you shift on his lap, adjusting yourself until your legs don't feel squashed anymore, your fingers gripping his broad shoulders tight. and enjou silently watches you all the while, before he rests his cheek against your chest, nuzzling into the warmth of your body and sighing out in content.

you hum, continuing to stroke his hair soothingly. his arms feel so warm around you, well his entire body does, but you digress. enjou was so cute when he-

" mnghhhh?!"

you let out a noise of surprise and jolt forward when you feel warm hands dip under your shirt and immediately go to grasp your boobs. " h-hey w-wait enjou-" your sentence is cut off when his fingers rub against your nipples, and you bite your lip to keep a particularly lewd moan from escaping your lips. it's not like it's the first time he's gone to play with your nipples, but it always catches you off guard each time. it doesn't feel particularly pleasurable for you, but it's not uncomfortable either, so you just let him do it regardless.

you pause, before loosening your fingers and bringing them under the hem of your shirt and you pull the fabric upwards until your bare chest is exposed, your soft nipples now having become pebbled nubs because of enjou's ministrations.

" go ahead," is all you need to say, and he doesn't waste a second, his mouth going to latch onto your left nipples, while his right hand goes to tug and pinch the other nub. you grunt, the wet sensation of his warm mouth sucking and licking at your nipple sending small shivers up your spine, but even so, you continue to stroke his head. even through the wet suckling and tugging of fingers, you still found enjou adorable. the way he suckles on the pebbled nubs reminds you of when he was still that inexperienced and awkward virgin.

" heh, do you like my boobs that much?" you teasingly ask, his burnt chestnut eyes only glancing up for a spare second before he continues suckling away, only letting out a low hum in response.

you grunt when you feel a bulge starting to rub against the curve of your ass, and you don't have to look to know what it is; you only shift your hips to rub against it, and he groans around your nipple, his dark brows furrowing in arousal. his free hand starts fondling the curves of your ass and you shudder at the ticklish sensation, pervertedly grinning as heat begins to pool down into your core.

" do you wanna put it in?" you ask, stroking his pointed ear as you continue to grind against his monster cock, and he blinks his pretty eyes open, before removing his mouth from your nipples with a wet pop! and finally speaking. " yes please," enjou heavily breaths, the hot puffs of air hitting your saliva-slick nipple and giving you goosebumps. you nod, and clumsily attempt to slide your shorts off, but a warm hand on your hip stops you, and you glance at enjou.

" i'll do it for you," he murmurs, and you nod, mumbling out a 'thank you' and he hums in return, before dipping his fingers below the waistband of your shorts, hooking it under the joint of his fingers and sliding the fabric offーslowly, as is teasingーand he nudges your legs, and you take that as your cue to raise your legs, and he finally slides the bottoms off and tosses them off to some unknown corner. he didn't take your panties, however, and his hands stop you when you try to slip them off as well.

" you sure?" you question curiously, gripping his shoulder for balance as to not fall over flat on your face. " mnmhm," he nods, before his fingers push the fabric that covers your wet cunt away, just enough to have access to the dripping hole, and he uses his molten yellow fingers to spread apart your foldsーyou let out a moan of anticipationーand he rubs the burnt red cock head against your tight, small hole.

you roll your hips teasingly, making sure to coat the deliciously thick head with your slick so it'd slide in easier.

" alright..." you take a deep breath before you start pushing the thick length in, biting back your excited moans as it rubs against your gooey and velvety walls and right up against your g-spot. heavy breaths do manage to escape your lips as you feel the last of his monster cock slide completely into your wet pussy.

" mnghhhh!" a muffled moan can be heard behind your pursed lips as his cock presses right up against your puckering cervix and you feel excitement shoot through your veins. you start to lift your hips, about to push yourself down all the way down his huge length, but he stops you.

" no," you squint your eye in confusion and let out a confused moan," i just wanna stay inside you like this..." his smooth baritone voice trails off as he presses a gentle and loving kiss to your cleavage. " ah, okay.." you gently settle your hips back down, moaning weakly as you do so.

he's been doing this a lot more recently, keeping your pussy tight and plugged with his monster cock, even after he'd fuck your full with cum. you knew enjou had started developing a breeding kink after cumming inside of you so often, but you didn't think he'd want to breed you that bad. that thought, however, began to stick within your mind.

getting bred...by enjou...?

you felt your cunt squeeze up in arousal and anticipation, and enjou let out a groan, before reattaching his mouth to your swollen nipple while his hands gripped at the fat of your ass and your hips, and you sigh out in pleasure.

you wondered what that'd feel like.

" o-oh-mnghhhh-! e-enjou you're so-hnmfff-eager today huh?♡" you laugh in perverted excitement as said raven-haired roughly mouthed at the juncture of your neck, growling and groaning from deep within his chest and the vibrations reverberate throughout your body. you stroke his hair moans interrupting your teasing laughter as his hand begins to dip down in between your legs, rubbing warm clawed fingers against the sopping wet folds and occasionally thumbing at your clit.

" h-hey-hnghhiiii-s-slow down enjou-mmnngfffff-!"

you're caught off guard when enjou slams his mouth against yours, groaning feverishly as his tongue pries open your mouth and meet your own, but you begin to return the kiss with just as much fervor. you moan into the kiss when you feel his fingers push past your folds and into your core, curling upwards as they try and find that spot that makes you see starsー

" ognmmmmhhhh!!"

enjou lets out a happy groan like he'd won the lottery, and he continuously begins to rub his padded fingertips against your g-spot, making your moans become louder and louder into the kiss, and you start tugging on his smooth black locks and digging your nails into his back, but he either didn't notice or didn't even careーprobably both. you can hear the filthy, squelching wet sounds of his fingers scissoring and stretching open your pussy, dripping slick coating his calloused and warm fingers.

with a resounding and wet pop! enjou removes his swollen lips from yours, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you before it breaks, and he licks his lips as he looks down you, pretty eyes hazy and plush lips bruised and swollen from his desperate and rough kisses. he reaches down and strokes your cheek gently, and you lean into his warm touch and cup his hand with yours.

" love you enjou," you happily whisper, smiling up at him. he blinks, before returning the same warm smile, his burnt chestnut eyes filling with adoration. " i love you too, my darling ( name )," he leans down and presses his warm lips to your forehead, brushing away any stray strands of hair, and you clench your eyes when his long hair tickles your face, especially your cute nose and you feel like sneezing. but you hold back on that itch and try to blow away the strands.

enjou pulls back, slowly pulling his fingers from your cunt, and you whimper, not wanting to feel empty once more, but that stops when he slaps his monster cock against your slick wet folds, and you moan in delight, lewdly grinning as you spread open your legs on instinct, perfectly presenting yourself to him like you're a sweet, delicate dessert waiting to be eaten. heh, the irony.

" hey enjou..." you breathe out, stilling your movements and he tilts his head, waiting for you to speak.

" i want you to breed me."

enjou's shoulder visibly jolt as he hears you say those lewd, provocative words, and his monster cock jumps and twitches. a part of you feels so fucking embarrassed for saying something like that, but you shove down as best you can. you can see enjou's erection twitching and leaking globs of pre-cum like crazyーhe's so hard that it almost looks painful.

" so please.."

he swallows, hard.

" use me as your breeding hole♡♡"

his burnt chestnut eyes glaze over with lust and he presses the flat of his palms against your plush inner thighs and he pushes them back, enough to where he has complete and unblocked access to your eager pussy. he has little resistance in his movements, as he pushes apart your folds andー

he shoves his monster cock in without any warning.

" NHAAAHAHUH!!♡♡"

you jolt violently as your walls stretch open to fit his huge cock, your brows furrowing and eyes clenching tightly togetherーthe burning stretch of his monster cock was always so overwhelming that it drove you crazy. he's too big to even fit into your tight little cunt, yet somehow he always pushes himself in and buries himself deep enough to be kissing your cervix with his thick cock head.

you nearly sob when enjou starts thrusting like a man starved, his thrusts deep and frenzied, and you try to buck your hips to meet his harsh thrusts, but he suddenly tugs your legs over his broad shoulders, his lips almost curved into a flirtatious grin, and he uses his entire chest to push your body down, and your knees back until they touch your shoulders.

" GUH!♡ AH! FUHH!♡♡"

you cry out as enjou rests his upper body's weight on you, the new position shifting his monster cock against your twitching walls and squishing your boobs against his chest. his forehead is rested against yours, his hot and heavy breaths fanning over your face that feels like a desert wind is dryly blowing through. you immediately wrap your arms around his neck, his black locks slipping down and perfectly framing his handsome, pretty face, and you can't fight the urge to kiss your adorable enjou, so you do.

you feverishly press your swollen lips against his, and it's like he'd been waiting for you to do so, because he doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, and he utterly engulfs you into the kiss, melding your tongues together and messily gnashing your teeth together. he's like a feral animal at this point, one that won't stop until he's fucked you senseless and full of his thick cum.

" MMMNNNGGGHHHHH-!!♡♡ NGMMMMMMHH!!♡♡EMJOOO, EMJOUU, EMNJOUUUU-!!♡♡"

you dig your nails so hard into his back that you can feel the skin being broken and piercedーit's too much, too overwhelming, you can't even feel your lower half anymore, and you've barely gotten started. fuck, enjou was beating you for being an utterly sex-crazed maniac right now and you don't know if you should feel proud or angry.

enjou groans into the kiss, but he doesn't stop his frenzied and messy thrusts into your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass repeatedly and the sensation alone makes your head spin. " MNMMM-!MNMMMMGHH!!" fuck, you were gonna lose your mind from enjou's thick, monster cock plowing your tight pussy, oh god-!!♡♡

he suddenly pulls his mouth away from yours with a wet squelch, a thin string of saliva sticking to his kiss-bruised lips, and he holds a lewd grin on them. " ( name ), you're so cute," he groans out," so wet and tight for me." you sob as his thick head pounds into your cervix, feeling his pre-cum leaking into your cunt.

" 'm gonna breed you, gonna cum inside your tight cunt," he licks his lips vigorously like a starving predator, and you moan out in delight, drooling at the thought. " p-pleashe gimme your cum enjou," you moan deliriously, pushing yourself back against his huge cock and moaning at the sensations. fuck, he's so bigーyou're gonna cum from his monster cock, oh god, you love his big cock so much-!!♡♡

" ENJOU-OUNMGHHHH-!!♡♡ B-BREED ME LIKE A WHORE♡♡ WANT YOUR CUM IN MY PUSSY, I WANT YOU TO BREED MY PUSSY-!!♡♡ P-PLEASHE-!♡♡"

you sound like some kind of slut, but you don't care anymore. you're utterly cock-drunk, horny and you want enjou so badly it hurts. you love him so much that it's nearly driving you crazy and you want to kiss him until you need air. and you know enjou is feeling just the same as you are; he practically has hearts in his pupils at this point and every salacious word you say only makes him more and more aroused.

" sh-shit ( name )-mnghhffff-!!♡ 'm gonna cum-ghnnnnn!♡ gonna breed you, gonna-mnghhhh!!♡♡"

a thrust to your cervix and harsh rubs against your g-spotー

" HHHHH-!♡♡ OH GODDDD!♡♡ OH FUUUCK I'M CUMMM-!!?♡♡"

" MNGHHHFFFFF-!!♡♡"

your eyes roll back and your whole body spasms, white filling your vision as an intense orgasm washes all over you. a lewd and loud moan leaves your lips when you feel your release gushing out of your oversensitive cunt, but makes your moans become more drawnout and loud, is enjou's huge bulbous knot being shoved into your cunt and the sudden gush of hot, milky cum being poured into your cunt.

" -NG?!♡♡ OH OHh♡♡ hnhngn♡OHH-"

" f-fuck♡♡"

your body wracks with sobs and hiccups as enjou buries his face into the side of your neck, groaning and moaning as his orgasm washes over him. you whine at his hair tickling your neck, but you weakly raise a hand to his head and gently stroke his hair, to which he sighs in content.

" ...love you enjou♡"

" i love you too ( name )" he raises his head until he faces you, giving a gentle smile despite his being out of breath and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "mmmnn," you hum in happiness and press your lips into a small smile.

butー

" enjou..."

" mhmnn?"

you grin like a pervert at him and nudge your hips against his, and he grunts.

" hehe, who said we were done?♡♡"

he pauses, before he returns that same grin, his huge cock twitching back to life inside of your swollen pussy.

" pleashe enjou, fuck me more, gimme all your cum♡♡"

" shut up enjou."

you hiss, burying your face into the plush pillow, and enjou starts laughing, amused at your embarrassed and flustered state. you groan, your face getting hot as the lector merely rubs your head, his warm hand a contrast to the cool air around you. " ahaha, you're so cute ( name )," he chuckles, and you feel him shift next to you.

" can't believe i said all that weird shit," you groaned even louder into the pillow, absolute embarrassment washing over you and making you cringe where you lay. " mnmm, i thought it was pretty ho-" " shut upppp," you lift your head enough to glare at him, but that doesn't deter him in the slightest, only making him more amused.

" awww, it's okay, you were pretty adorable," he simply says, wrapping his arm around your body and pulling you closer to him, and you groan in protest, your lower half tingling with soreness. " enjou i swear i'm gonna punch the shit out of you," you grumble against his bare chest, but you nuzzle against the warmth of his body regardless and let his arm envelop you. he only hums in response and strokes your back, to which you hum in content.

" hey enjou?" " mnhmm?"

" you think i'll really get pregnant?"

he pauses, thinking about it, before he speaks up," hmm, perhaps. i haven't heard of such a thing happening before, but it's possible. and besides, i came so much-OW-hey!"

you grit your teeth as you pinch his burnt red skin, embarrassment washing over you; sure you weren't the type to be embarrassed about sex or anything, but enjou had less shame than you and he could talk about it with such an unbothered and happy tone. seriously, he didn't need to be so detailed about it...!

" enjou shut upppp!"

" ahaha-ow!-okay okay, i'll stop-ow-!"

he's such a moron.

but he's your moron dammit.

#lati speaks #lati thirsts #this bitch is like 5k+ words #enjou #enjou x reader #enjou smut #pyro abyss lector #abyss lector #cw monsterfucking

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi.com/bonnykookoo. Thank you for reading.

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imjusttpeachy · 4 years ago

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sleepy angel. (c.h.)

Can I please request some cute corpse husband fluff. I really want something adorable and cute with him. Like playing with the readers hair and cuddles and that. -anon

okay yall i hope this isn’t too weird but i saw a tiktok abt it and thought it was the cutest thing ever and just— i needed to write about it. pretty short but i’m just getting back into writing sorryyyy

please check out the warnings!!

playlist

the licks - lavender kiss

wet bandits - movies as friends

puma blue - want me

dre’es - warm

daniel ceasar - get you

summary: reader is feeling a little cuddly but doesn’t want to disturb Corpse during his stream. who knew the floor could be so comfortable?

word count: 944

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, dom/sub undertones???, basically you sit on the floor and he plays with your hair pls don’t read if uncomfy with stuff like that

•••

You didn’t consider yourself a clingy girlfriend.

No, not at all.

It wasn’t clingy to want to be around your favourite person at all times, just to be sure that they’re safe and happy and not too stressed, right? Just to be sure.

Well, that’s what you told yourself anyway as you crawled out of bed and shuffled toward your boyfriend’s office where he was currently streaming. He probably still had a few hours left, but your skin was itching to feel his touch. You had already spent the past couple hours smothering yourself in his hoodie and comforter, reveling in his addicting smell. Though, even with the soft plush completely surrounding you, you couldn’t shake the feeling of just needing to be near him.

You shouldn’t distract him— that was the last thing he needed when he was already so anxious during streams, but it couldn’t hurt to just sit with him, right? It may even be relaxing to have you there, just keeping him company.

Pushing open the door to his office slowly, you peeked in through the crack, eyes immediately spotting that messy mop of black hair only illuminated by the monitor’s light in front of it. You found it odd at first, that he liked playing in the dark, but realized how much smaller it made the room feel therefore being more comforting to him. Finally gathering all your nerve, you pushed the door open and slipped inside the dark room quickly shutting it behind you. You felt kinda creepy, hiding in the shadows and against the walls of the room but you didn’t want to scare him at a bad point in the game and embarrass him in front of his audience. Watching his monitor from over his shoulder, you thought of a plan as you waited for the round to end. You didn’t want to distract him, so sitting in his lap was a big no; glancing downward though, a grin began to pull at you lips as you finally figured it out.

The game went on for maybe another minute or so before the ending screen played and all the characters began transporting back into the lobby— it was go-time. Silently slinking down to your hands and knees, you slowly crawled over to the side of the chair before hooking your chin over his thigh and gazing up at him. You felt his body jerk slightly at the pressure on his thigh, his gaze shooting down from the monitor and locking onto yours as you grinned at him from the floor. He gaped at you for a second before his hand shot out to mute his mic.

“Baby, what-“

“Just wanna be with you,” You could hear the confusion in his tone before you cut him off with your quiet mumble, sighing softly and closing your eyes as you settled in your place, hands folding to rest in your lap as to not accidentally reach out and wrap around his leg as well. Though, as the room settled into silence your brow furrowed as you lifted your chin off of his thigh to look up at him, mind beginning to race with the thought of making him uncomfortable. “Is... Is that okay? I’m sorry I should’ve-“

“No, no it’s okay bunny, I was just surprised.” It was his turn to cut off your nervous rambling just as you began to spiral, his hand coming down to rest against your jaw tilting your gaze back up until it locked with his again. His eyes drifted over your face as you looked up at him with probably the most lovesick expression painted all over your face, nuzzling into the warmth of his hand. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as you settled your chin back over his thigh, sighing in content. Your eyes were fluttering closed when he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re okay down there?”

A soft hum was your only response as you shuffled closer to him, finally giving in and wrapping your arms around his calf; he tensed for a moment and you were just about to unravel yourself from him again when he relaxed before a large hand found it’s place atop your head. You could practically feel yourself melt into him as he began to card his fingers through your hair, another soft hum escaping your lips in content as his nails scratched along your scalp. Chuckling softly, he leaned back toward him set up and reached for his mic, the hand in your hair still carding slowly through your locks causing you to shiver every so often when his rings ran along your skin.

“Hey, sorry, (Y/N) just needed to ask me something.” You giggled softly as he lied right through his teeth to his stream-mates. It was harmless though, just a little funny; you couldn’t hear them anyway. Even if you could though, all you could focus on was the hand running continuously over your head despite the game starting up again.

“Nah just what I want to eat, we can literally never decide what to have…” His words trailed off of your focus as your body relaxed even further into his. The soothing motion of his hand beginning to lull you to sleep no matter how much you tried to fight it off. His thumb began to run along the cheek that wasn’t smushed against his thigh as you floated in and out of consciousness, his touch so gentle you’d begin to think you’re made of glass. You could barely make out his mumbled words as his soft touches finally plunged you in the depths of sleep.

“Sweet dreams, princess”

•••

When your eyes fluttered open again they were immediately met with pitch black, which would’ve startled you if not for the solid form resting halfway on top of your body; your mouth pulling into a wide grin as you felt the slow breaths of your person warm the crook of your neck. Reaching toward your nightstand, you pat around blindly until your hand lands on your phone— as much as you didn’t want to move, you didn’t know how much time has passed since you had joined Corpse in his office. Squinting as the light from your phone flooded the room, you quickly turned down the brightness before looking at the time, confirming that you definitely didn’t have anywhere to be for at least the next few hours.

However, as you continued to stare down at your phone you began to scroll through the seemingly never-ending mentions, you only became more and more confused. Finally biting the bullet and tapping on one it immediately opened your screen to Corpse’s Instagram— but more importantly, a picture of you.

There you were, completely relaxed face smushed against his thigh as you slept soundly, but that wasn’t all. That signature hand had taken it’s place carding through your hair just as he did to lull you to sleep. Your heart was already fluttering as you stared at the photo on your screen but you think it might’ve stopped as your eyes caught the caption.

corpsehusband: “sleepy angel”

•••

@.valkyrae: was this during the stream? omg corpse you liar

@.sykkuwu: u guys are so cute

@.jacksepticeye: SIMP

@.bretmanrock: jealous 🙄 corpse baby i thought we had something

@.tinakitten: okay loverboy

•••

hey guys long time no see! i was gonna make a post abt why i was gone for so long but i think that’d be overkill. i’m okay now and i’m very excited to keep writing for you!

i think i’m gonna branch out to other fandoms as well but idk yet. i’m working through the requests in my inbox rn so i’m gonna do those first. gonna open up drabble requests too!

okay that’s it! thanks for reading as always, let me know what u think down below or in my asks! love you guys, hope you’re doin well <3

#peachyrequests #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband x you #corpse x you #corpse imagine #corpse husband imagine

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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when the stars align; oikawa tōru

requested by anon; ❝ hi bb :) can I request an Oikawa and reader story where they’re two petty/sarcastic best friends. Like they just have that understanding that their love is shown through petty comments or bickering lol but n e ways, the reader gets approached by a guy she doesn’t really like but isn’t thinking and says she’s seeing Oikawa and now they have to act like a couple but all they end up doing is bickering and Oikawa complaining. I hope that makes sense lol thxx <3 ❞

pairing; oikawa tōru x reader

warnings; it’s the fake dating trope with oikawa tōru. that is a warning in itself

note; i screamed when i found this in my inbox this trope has a special place in my heart and the fact that oikawa was requested??? pls don’t let this flop :(

━ you’re not sure why you said it. you rack your mind for an excuse: you’ve known him too long, you spend majority of your time with him, you had just been texting him a moment earlier — that must’ve been why you’d sprouted that ridiculous excuse to rid yourself of spewing out a futile, useless rejection. there’s an array of mixed emotions on you as you watch the boy before you shrivel in disappointment, sighing in frustration.

“i’m sorry, i’m dating oikawa right now, actually,” you had said, like the liar the same boy you refer to has coerced you into becoming to fuel your endless sneaking out.

the guy before you, honestly nameless due to both your carelessness towards him and your uncomfortableness around him, shoves his hands into his pockets cooly, attempting to shrug it off. “well, you know where to find me in case it doesn’t work out,” he jokes, and you have to fight off the urge to cringe directly in his face at his words.

instead, you lightly smile, more similar to a grimace, and nod politely, before turning and heading in the complete opposite direction, despite the other way having been your initial route. your shaky hands fumble for your phone, and you pull it out, unlocking it and tapping on the messages app.

i did something stupid, you type out, and you’re unsure whether you’re grateful or thrown off by how quick oikawa responds.

not surprising. what did u do

the familiarity of his tone only calms you slightly, and before you can talk yourself out of it, already having thrown yourself too deep when you’d thought up the lie, you explain the situation briefly. instead of a text message response, his caller id flashes across your screen, and your breath hitches. regret begins flooding you, and carefully, you slide to answer.

“i don’t want to hold your hand!” you complain, smacking at his palm when it reaches for yours.

oikawa sighs amusingly, grabbing your wrist anyways and linking your fingers together. against all odds, and to your disappointment, you shiver at the feel of his hand in yours. it’s considerably larger, and despite the fact that this is farthest from the first time you’ve gripped his hand, your insides twist. his fingers are slender, and his palm and the pads of his fingers are soft. for all the years you’ve known oikawa, his hands constantly run cold, and you’ve hated it for multiple reasons. one being the way it gave him an ego boost of ‘cold hands only mean i have a warm heart.’ the second being his infuriating actions of constantly pressing his palms to your skin, specifically the back of your neck. but most importantly, it signifies just how little oikawa tends to care for himself at times, the way his hands shake when it gets too cold, when the world grows too small, the tips of his fingers a bruised blue and purple. and you hate it. even more so, you hate how much you hate it.

despite all this, his hand feels — nice in yours; it’s a comfortable contrast to your own warm hand. still, your frown remains on your face as you see the school gates appear before two of you, never daring to reveal any of your thoughts to him.

“if you didn’t want to hold my hand, you would’ve thought up a better lie,” oikawa argues, and you turn your head to glare at him. he diffuses it easily when his thumb brushes against the back of your hand, your words faltering momentarily. “could’ve had anyone! iwa, mattsun, makki— i know they woulda loved to do this with you.”

“you’re insufferable,” you huff, but your cheeks are painting red, visibly too. he’s right, you realize. he’s terribly right.

“but you still chose me,” he teases.

your hand in his twists until you’re bending his wrist at an awkward, painful angle, until he’s pinching at your arm to force you away. he’s right, but that doesn’t make it mean anything.

by now, you’ve spent more time glaring at oikawa threateningly and in warning than you have your entire friendship with him, and it’s honestly starting to give you a headache. after admitting your situation to the three other third years, and giving them maximum fifteen minutes to laugh until they ran out of breath, iwaizumi included, spend the next twenty minutes huddled up next to oikawa, your chair attached to his.

the guy, who had been persistent enough in asking you out that you’d resorted to this, decided to spend his lunch break in the same area as the five of you, leaving you unable to push away and bicker with oikawa the same way you would any other day. you pick at your food as you avoid his gaze, oikawa’s arm around your shoulder heavy, leaving a trail of sparks up your spine and along your arms. it makes you want to scream, loudly too.

makki and mattsun have resorted to making fun of the guy, whispering between themselves, but it’s still awfully loud enough that there’s no possible way he can’t hear. iwaizumi and oikawa have their attention on each other, discussing some upcoming practice match in the weekend.

and all you’re left with are your thoughts, your nagging, unbearable thoughts, about how pretty oikawa’s hand looks as it hangs by your shoulder, brushing against your arm with every small shift of his body. with shameful, red cheeks, you shut your eyes in frustration, and allow the regret to boil and build in your stomach.

the weeks pass steadily. outside of school, your relationship with oikawa remains unchanged, and although he’s just as touchy as he is with you with an audience, the source of affection continues to be — simply friendship. and whenever you catch any disappointment building because of that, you pinch yourself in reminder than none of it is real. the way he always has an arm around you, the way he fumbles with your fingers, the way he ties your hair back for you while you work on an essay during your break, the way he kisses your cheek, a show of respect for your boundaries, but as a way to reinforce that you’re his in front of anyone, or the way he lets you lift one leg over his own, just because.

and you’re left wondering that if it were real, would it be the same?

he sits before you now, cross legged on your bed, back straightened and mouth stuffed with popcorn, completely engrossed in the movie before him with his eyes wide open. the three other boys are spread across the room: makki laying on his stomach, chin perched on his hands by the edge of the bed, while mattsun and iwaizumi share the couch, drinks in their hands, all three just as enamored by the movie as oikawa.

you had always been aware of just how pretty he is, and everyone around you has always ensured that you do. was it the way the light from the screen shone in his face, reflecting in his pretty brown eyes and shadowing some of his features? or was it the way he sat so comfortable in your bed, in nothing but sweatpants and a loose shirt because, of course, the four of them were bound to stay the night? was it the way his lips glistened with the water he gulped, or because of the way his tongue poked out to lick at the salt from the popcorn?

or was it nothing in particular, or everything all at once?

sighing lowly, you shift and sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and heading towards the bedroom door. “i’m gonna grab some water; anyone want anything?” you announce.

none of them seem to hear you, too lost in the movie, but makki turns his head to the side slightly, eyes remaining on the screen, and replies, “no thank you.” it’s all you need to leave the room.

as you walk out, oikawa eyes you, then eyes the filled up water bottles next to where you had been sitting. his heart tightens in his chest.

two months into the fake relationship you’d established with oikawa, and it begins to feel natural. it no longer feels off putting to walk hand in hand with him to school, or to greet him with a grandiose hug and a kiss on the cheek, or to wear his jersey to games and cheer for him from the stands, or to constantly have his ankle looped with yours beneath the table where, despite this all being for show, nobody can really see.

outside of your fake relationship traditions are your friendship traditions, which include, but are not limited to, him walking you home. it’s always been mostly because your mother adores him, or because he prefers the food that’s at your home as opposed to his, or because your home is on the way to his anyways, but it’s a lot closer, so he always ends up staying longer than anticipated.

either way, it’s not unusual that he walks by your side as the moon illuminates your path. it is, however, not very like him to stay quiet the entire way. you can see the roof of your home growing in size as you near it, and he’s yet to say a word to you. it both weirds you out and worries you, and before you can convince yourself you were overreacting, you pause in your step, the gravel beneath you scratching and crunching as you turn to face him.

“alright, spit it out.”

his eyes meet yours, wide and confused. “what?”

you sigh. “something’s up, and you’re either gonna tell me now or i’ll force it out of you later,” you reply.

“i’m not—”

“oikawa.”

“stop it, i’m fine—“

“tōru.”

“i can’t do this anymore.”

your heart stills, and almost as if in understanding, in pity, so does the world around you. the wind no longer howls in agony, respecting your need for silence as the trees around you look on curiously. your brain processes a little slower than your mouth, and you’re asking him, “what are you talking about?” before you could think.

his gaze falls from yours again, and he takes a step back. “i can’t be with you anymore. or — fake being with you anymore,” he admits to you.

you’re not sure why, but you had imagined this scenario to be a lot less earth shattering than it is. maybe you’d grown to like faking it, because it slowly started to become the closest you could get to experiencing it realistically. you refuse to speak, and it isn’t because you’re angry at him. it’s because you genuinely are lost for words. it’s not even a real break up, but it still hurts just as bad, if not worse. it’s your own fault for believing that this, whatever this was, was as simple as it seemed.

“not unless— not unless i can really be with you.”

what?

“what?”

he breathes in steadily, and moves forward, closer, closer, closer to you. his hands rise to your cheeks, cupping them softly, flinching when your breath hitches. but you make no move to push him away, only stare up at him, in wonder, in confusion. he opens his mouth, preparing himself to speak. you expect a monologue, a speech, a declaration of his undying love for you, because it sounds just as dramatic as oikawa is. the moon above you holds its breath, waiting for the band to snap, for the words to spill and drown you.

but then he kisses you.

his hands urge you up and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips to yours. they’re soft, and he tastes like cherry, and it’s probably your chapstick if you were being honest with yourself. his mouth moves languidly against yours, as if he’s trying to drag out every moment, as if he wants to purposefully slow down time, begging and pleading for the world around him to stop. the kiss is sweet, gentle, and somehow, kissing him is exactly the way you’d imagined it would. it’s breathtaking, and dizzying, and overwhelming, and needy and it’s beautiful.

when he pulls back, he doesn’t let go of you. his hands remain cupping your jaw, his mouth hovering over yours. his thumb brushes along your cheek momentarily as he gazes at you, admiring you, as if memorizing every inch and every detail of your features.

“tōru, you idiot,” you sigh. the insult isn’t foreign to him, not even on your tongue, but he still looks taken aback, and even more so when you reach up and close the distance between you again. the world lives again, the moon celebrating within the clouds, the wind twisting in your hair, whispering and whistling cheerfully by your ear as the trees dance.

it all comes together, and the stars finally align.

end note; i’m so happy with this!!! i hope everyone enjoyed reading this as much as i loved writing it!!! <3

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa fluff #fake dating trope #haikyuu fake dating trope #oikawa tōru x reader

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years ago

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Forever (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Anonymous said:

idk if anyone has done this but, can i request for kei tsukishima. where the reader and him are about to graduate, and she’s scarred that since everything’s gonna change she thought that he’ll lose interest and break up w her. but the ironic part is that they actually end up getting married and having kids lmaoo, pretty pls 🥺

Anonymous said:

Can you write sometimes where reader is pregnant and she’s hesitant to tell tsukki but he finds out anyways and it’s all angsty but ends on a fluffy note! (can this be when they’re in college?) also i LOVED your tsukki stories okay they’re my favorite!

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Word Count: 2,787

Summary: You and Tsukishima have been together since you were kids, after you had given birth to your guys’ first child Tsukishima revisits the past.

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I decided to combine these requests! I hope you guys don’t mind! This gave me all the fucking feels so I hope you guys like it! Again, I’m still shuffling through my inbox, I’m sorry that it took so long for me to write this one anons! Please enjoy and let me know what you think:)

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“I c-can’t! I c-can’t do this without Kei!” You cried, tightening your grip on Yamaguchi’s hand.

The rising hysteria could no longer be beaten down, genuine fear overtook your body. It overshadowed the overwhelming feeling of pain, the urge to push being bitten down as your eyes scanned around the hospital room frantically.

He still wasn’t here.

Could you have a panic attack in the middle of giving birth? You thought so.

“Y/n-chan.” Yamaguchi soothed, gently smoothing your sweaty hair away from your face. “He’s on his way, there was an accident a couple miles out from the hospital. The roads are blocked, traffic is at a standstill. But Tsukki will be here, I promise. But you need to start pushing now, it’s not safe for you or the baby to keep holding this off.”

You whimpered softly as you gazed up at your childhood friend, his freckled face was calm and reassuring.

At least… at least Yamaguchi was here right? You weren’t doing this entirely alone.

But sadness still gripped at your heart, Tsukishima was going to miss the birth of his first child. He wasn’t here.

“Mrs. Tsukishima. You have to start pushing now or we will have to do a C-section instead.” The doctor stated firmly.

Yamaguchi squeezed your hand gently.

“O-Okay.” You whispered out.

You started pushing.

****

Hours later, you were asleep in the hospital bed, completely knocked out from pure exhaustion.

Beside you, your husband cradled your newborn close to his chest, gazing down at the small baby boy with the softest expression.

Tsukishima had barely made it in time, right before the final push. The fear and guilt that Tsukishima felt was still present in his heart, but… love and complete joy was there as well.

You and the baby were safe and healthy. That’s all that mattered to him. His eyes glanced over at Yamaguchi, he was asleep in one of the other chairs in the room. He would have to take him out for dinner in thanks for being with you when he couldn’t.

God, he felt like a terrible husband.

The meeting at the museum had run late, and while the both of you knew that the baby was going to be due any day now… he didn’t think that it was going to happen tonight.

“Mind if I take him?” a nurse asked quietly, Tsukishima looked up at her in surprise and nodded, carefully handing his boy over so they could finish doing their checkups.

“Get some rest.” She said pointedly before leaving the room.

Tsukishima sighed softly, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. He was tired. But not like you.

He reached for your hand, the one that was curled close to your face, carefully lifting it up and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

His expression was soft as he stared at your sleeping face. Tsukishima had never felt luckier in his entire life.

The fact that you were still his after all these years, the fact that you brought his beautiful son into the world… he was truly blessed.

Tsukishima’s lips twitched into a small smile as he thought back to the past.

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You sat on the gym floor, rolling the volleyball around absentmindedly. It was just you and Tsukishima, the silence between the two of you was comfortable. Tomorrow was graduation day, tomorrow was going to be the start to a new journey.

Your eyes glanced over at the tall blonde, he was finishing up some last-minute stuff for the volleyball team.

Biting your lip softly, you turned your attention back to the volleyball that was in front of you.

The feeling that you had beaten down since the beginning of the year could no longer be buried.

You had to ask.

“Kei?” you called out softly.

“Hmm?”

“Are we… do you… do you like me?”

He looked over at you, a dumbfounded expression covering his handsome face. “You’re joking right?”

You huffed at him in annoyance, a soft pout taking over your features.

He sighed, closing the notebook he was currently writing in, facing you directly. “We’ve liked each other since we were kids Y/n. We started dating in middle school. Why are you asking me something so stupid?”

“Well do you love me?” you tried again.

“Yes.”

Oh. You looked away from the blonde male, doubt and unease still clouding your heart. This was stupid. Asking him those questions wasn’t truly going to give you the answer you really wanted.

You heard Tsukishima sighed loudly, hearing the soft squeak of shoes against the floors, and then he was pulling your chin up, forcing you to stare at him.

He was squatted down in front of you, his lips turned down in a frown. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” You mumbled, attempting to avert your eyes from his own.

“Don’t lie. Something is obviously bothering you. Tell me.” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening only slightly.

You weren’t sure what it was in his face, but you felt tears begin to cascade down your cheeks. Much to his surprise and yours.

“Y/n -”

“You’re going to break up with me!” you wailed, all of your feelings bursting from you like a broken dam. “You’re not going to want me anymore once you go to college… you’ll find someone better, prettier, more athletic than me! Everything is going to be different after tomorrow, you’re not going to love me the same way and -”

His hand covered your mouth, stopping the flood of words that were rapidly escaping your quivering lips.

“Are you stupid?” he asked incredulously, his eyes holding a fiery passion as he stared at you intensely. “Why would you say such ridiculous things? I thought you were smarter than that. You’re acting like Hinata.” he scowled, stretching and pulling at your cheeks.

“That hurts Kei.” You whimpered out, but at this point you had stopped crying.

“Good. It’s punishment.” he said bluntly, pinching your cheeks harder.

“Ow, ow, ow!”

He finally released his grips on your cheeks, sitting down in front of you as you rubbed at your sore face, sniffling slightly.

“Have you calmed down now?” He asked, reaching up to wipe the remaining tears from your eyes.

You nodded wordlessly.

“Good. Now listen closely.” he said seriously. “You seriously think that after all the years we’ve been together I’m not going to want you anymore just because we’re going to different colleges? Have you forgotten that I deliberately chose a college that was close to yours so that I could still see you every day?”

You didn’t say anything, so he continued on. “Do you really think that I would be unfaithful to you, and look at other girls just because you won’t be by my side as often?”

Again, you were silent.

“You really think that I’m going to want someone smarter, prettier, more athletic than you? I’m going to be too busy worrying about your stupid ass the entire time that I won’t even have time to think about my classes, much less try to find someone else.” You started getting more nervous as Tsukishima’s voice gradually began increasing.

“Of course, things are going to be different after tomorrow.” He said, tone sharp and biting. “That’s to be expected, we’re graduating high school Y/n. Nothing can stay the same forever.”

He was right. Tsukishima was always right.

“But…” his hand cupped your face, urging you to look at him. You felt your breath catch in your throat, his expression was full of adoration, his gold eyes burning into yours.

“One thing will never change, and that’s how I feel about you. I love you. I want only you. Don’t you ever question that again dumbass.” he murmured, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

****

Tsukishima’s lips twitched at the memory; you were truly a crybaby back then. While it had gotten better over the years, you still cried about everything.

Tsukishima felt his stomach twist as he thought about when he had truly made you cry. He still felt guilty about that.

It wasn’t even that long ago when it had happened.

*****

“You need to go to the doctors Y/n.” Tsukishima said, frowning as he watched you rinse your mouth at the bathroom sink.

You had just finished puking your brains out for the third time that day. This has been going on the past couple of days, both of you under the impression that you were coming down with a stomach bug.

“I made an appointment for later today.” you mumbled, drying your face against the hand towel.

“Do you want me to take off of work to take you?” he asked, gently wrapping his arms around your waist.

You shook your head. “The museum needs you Kei. I’ll be fine.” you said quietly, leaning back into your husband’s strong chest.

He hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. “If you say so… I’ll be leaving first then.”

You waved goodbye to him at the door, watching him drive off.

You sighed softly, heading into your office to finish up some last-minute work. It had been three years since you guys had graduated college, both of you finally getting to work at your dream jobs, Tsukishima at the museum, and you, working at a design firm.

Things were finally falling into place it seemed. You guys had only gotten married last year, and it was just a couple of months ago that you guys had finally bought your first house.

Life was good. Really fucking good.

The ring on your finger caught your attention as you typed, pausing for a moment to appreciate its beauty.

Tsukishima had kept his promise. He’s continued to love you unconditionally. He even married your dumbass, something that you hadn’t imagined at all.

Yes, life was really good.

Nothing could go wrong at this point.

Right?

Wrong.

Fuck you were so wrong.

You inhaled shakily, wringing your hands together nervously as you stared at the doctor in shock.

“You’re… are you sure? Can we take it again?” you asked, voice shaking.

“I’m very sure. But we definitely can do the test again.” The doctor said.

You nodded. Maybe it was defective? Maybe the second time it would…

No.

It was still the same.

It was still positive.

You were pregnant. You were definitely pregnant.

It wasn’t a stomach bug. It was morning sickness. You were already six weeks along.

You were too busy in your life to even realize that your period was late, you had thought it was from the stress of work and moving.

The rest of the day you were on edge, you couldn’t even focus on your work.

What did this mean for you?

No… what did this mean for your relationship with Tsukishima.

You guys had never talked about having children, it something that was never brought up.

What if…

What if Tsukishima didn’t want kids?

The tears flowed easily down your cheeks at the thought, your hand resting on your stomach unconsciously.

But this was… this was Tsukishima’s baby. The man you loved the most. You already knew deep in your heart that you loved this baby.

The thought that Tsukishima wouldn’t, the thought that Tsukishima might not want anything to do with you or baby caused more tears to fall down your cheeks.

You didn’t say anything to him for three weeks.

The fear you held ate away at you, you wanted to tell him, but each opportunity that came up, you backed out.

Until one day when you had come home from the grocery store, Tsukishima was staring blankly at the tv. His hands folded in front of his face; his expression unreadable.

“Kei are you ok-”

“How long?” he interrupted you, his eyes holding so many different emotions as he stared at you.

You frowned in confusion at his statement. “I don’t -” “How long have you been pregnant Y/n?” he cut you off, rising from the couch at full height. He glared down at you.

You could feel your lips tremble. “You have to understand -”

“How long?” he repeated again.

“I’m nine weeks.” You whispered, tears stinging your eyes as you stared at the carpet beneath your feet.

You heard his sharp intake of breath, your body flinching hard at the noise.

“When did you find out?” he asked.

“Three weeks ago.” You whispered.

“Why… why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me the minute you knew!? Why did I have to find out that my wife is pregnant from a voicemail the doctor left on our phone!?”

He’s… Tsukishima has never yelled at you like this. Your head snapped up to see his furious expression as he stared you down with an icy glare.

“Kei you have to understand I was scared! I didn’t know if you -” you were reaching for him, only for him to jerk his arm back at your touch, stepping further away from you.

“Don’t touch me.” he said coldly. “I can’t believe you. I’m leaving.” he walked past your trembling form, grabbing his jacket and his car keys, the door slamming behind him.

Your heart broke, you collapsed onto the floor. Loud sobs escaping your lips as you hugged yourself. One of your hands clapped tight over your mouth as you desperately tried to quiet the despair that was coming from your lips.

****

By the time he had gotten home it was incredibly late, Tsukishima had never felt more exhausted in his entire life.

He quietly closed the door behind him, discarding his coat and keys onto the kitchen table.

He fucked up.

He shouldn’t have overreacted like that. He shouldn’t have left you like that.

He just… he didn’t know how to handle it. He was angry because you kept such an important secret from him. He was shocked because - well - because you were pregnant, something that wasn’t planned at all. He was scared because… what if he wasn’t a good dad?

He definitely didn’t feel like a good husband right now.

His heart broke as he took in your form. You had cried yourself to sleep, curled up tightly on the bed, your hand clutching at your stomach protectively.

He had hurt you so much, he had left you when you needed him the most… you dealt with a large burden on your own, all because you were fearful of how he was going to take it.

He fucked up.

He hated himself.

Tsukishima had to make it right now. The thought of losing you forever. The thought of losing his child forever, he couldn’t stand it. Carefully he slipped under the blankets, his long arms wrapping protectively around your body as he pulled you tightly against his chest.

He buried his face into your hair, his grip tight on you. His hand gently pushed yours away, his fingers rubbing carefully against your belly.

A baby.

You were carrying a baby in there. You were carrying his baby.

He’s never loved you more than this moment.

“Kei?” you whispered; you woke up when you felt your body being tugged into a familiar chest.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispered back, kissing the skin behind your ear. “I shouldn’t have acted that way… I just… I’m sorry. I love you. I’ll love you forever Y/n. I’ll love our baby forever. They will want for nothing. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of both of you. Don’t leave me.”

You felt tears sting your eyes once more, your hand gently rested on top of his. “I won’t leave Kei. I love you.”

He squeezed you tightly to his chest, his fingers tracing patterns into your stomach as you both began to drift off into sleep.

****

“Mmm… Kei?” you mumbled sleepily, eyes gazing at your husband. He was staring off into space, his hand still holding your softly.

Your soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes finding yours immediately.

“You did so well.” he praised, gently pushing your hair away from your face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.”

You shook your head, leaning into his touch. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

He didn’t say anything as he continued staring at you, gently touching your face with soft fingers.

“He’s beautiful.” he finally said.

“Takes after his daddy.” you cooed, eyes fluttering back shut in exhaustion. You felt a gentle pressure of cool lips press against the top of your head.

“Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Tsukishima breathed out.

So you did.

Tsukishima’s heart has never been more full.

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The Enforcers Part 8 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

wc: 1.7k

tw: dark content (self-harm)

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a/n: By no means do I condone self-harm or want to glorify it in the light of this chapter. As a person who struggled with physical self-harm in her early teens, I know the destructive nature of this type of activity. However, as my characters are not perfect and complicated, I see this particular mode of action as something she would try to do in order to alleviate her pain and confusion. If you have questions or concerns, my inbox is always open to having a discussion about it.

If you so wish, you may skip this chapter altogether. There will be a recap on the next one if you choose to skip for your mental health. Take care of yourselves and see you soon. (ALSO, I know I promised smut but I gotta give y'all a raincheck this go-round. SORRY PLS DON'T KILL ME)

You're on your forty-seventh file of scandals, coverups, and secret dossiers that you finally feel it. The fabric of your identity begins to unravel right before your eyes.

Everything you've known is a lie.

The CSB has covered up so many things. So many lives lost. So many people forced to flee. So many families ripped apart--

An email makes its way over to the server, and you open it, the words across the screen coming from Suguru.

I know it's late, but send over Yu Haibara's files when you can.

You hit the reply button and begin to type out: "You mean the boy you killed?" but you stop yourself, deleting the words rapidly. Instead, you attach the files and send them over, not even bothering to look at them. You can't do it. Not another file could be stored away in the annals of your brain.

Nothing is as it seems anymore. The lies... they pile up in your mind, flooding the spaces where you used to hold what you thought was true, what you thought was real. Now, they're overflowing out of your brain and into your heart and soul, plaguing you like the nightmares that face you down night after night, more like demons that lurk in the corners of your mind than full file cabinets.

You always wake up in a tangle of sheets and sweat, one of your various enemies' faces hovering over you right before you stare down the barrel of a gun and --

You stumble out of the chair, eyes wet with tears, and go to the sink in the bathroom to wash your face. After you splash water on your skin, you look up at your reflection, anger rolling through you at the way you look. Weak.

You're fucking weak.

The voice in your head that usually told you that you were doing okay, that you had it all under control, is now turning on you, spitting nasty words that stick in between the synapses of your brain a muddy your rational thoughts.

The voices rise to a fever pitch, and you suddenly see red, the entirety of the world descending into blood-colored madness. The shattering of the glass mirror only becomes a reality when you're standing above the sink, chest heaving as your thoughts silence one by one, like shutting off lights in a house.

But only one stays behind as a shard of the mirror clinks into the sink.

Escape.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

You could get rid of the feelings here. You could get rid of the thoughts. You could escape. Why hadn't you thought about this before?

"Do it."

Your fingers grip the jagged shard of glass carefully, and before you can stop yourself, you drag it across the inside of your wrist, end to end, leaving behind a red line of blood that immediately blooms. Crimson dots drop into the sink, and you stare at the color, mesmerized by the way the blood runs down your arm and into the porcelain bowl. But there's no relief.

No sense of freedom.

Maybe you didn't do it hard enough?

Maybe you didn't--

The door to your room slams open, and you turn your head just as Suguru comes rushing into the bathroom. The shard of glass is still in your hand, as well as the blood running down your arm, and Suguru catches this immediately.

"Fuck," he breathes, and you turn to him, shard extended.

"Don't come any closer."

"Y/n," he calmly whispers. "You don't look so good."

"I wonder why that is," you reply, and Suguru stares back at you, hands raised in surrender.

"What're you doing?"

"What does it look like, Suguru?" you state in a trance. Your bullet wound begins to throb dully, but you ignore it, just like you're ignoring the blood dripping onto the tile flooring.

"Y/n, let's think about this."

"I don't want to think anymore!" The shrill scream is loud enough to make Suguru flinch, and you softly repeat, "I don't want to think anymore," over and over again as tears run down your face.

"I know," Suguru whispers. "I know. Will you let me help you?" You hiccup and drop the piece of glass to the floor, dissolving in a heap of tears and moans. You feel hands pulling you up from the floor and into strong arms, your head being cradled against a broad chest you've felt before. "Go ahead," Suguru encourages you. "Cry it out."

He carries you to another room in the building in silence, laying you on a firm bed and disappearing as you heave painful sobs into the sheets.

"Everything... hurts..." you gasp, and when Suguru reappears with a white bundle of cloth, a bandage roll, and some water, he nods.

"We're going to make it better, don't worry." He takes your injured arm and carefully wipes away the blood, examing the cut slowly. "Doesn't need stitches, thankfully." He turns to open the water bottle and hands it to you, silently telling you to drink while he bandages your wrist.

You drink the water greedily then lean back on the headboard, eyes closing down as Suguru works diligently on your wound. And then you remember the first time he did this for you and the mistake you made in your pridefulness.

"Thank you," you murmur, and Suguru looks up at your face, finally seeing some form of clarity cross your tear-streaked cheeks.

"You're welcome," he replies tenderly. "I have to keep you safe, remember? I promised you that I would." You don't answer him, but he finishes at that exact moment anyways, standing and placing the remnants of the bandage roll on the nightstand. The wound is now covered up completely, with no sign of blood seeping through the cotton and staining the white cloth dark red.

You watch as Suguru crawls into the bed beside you, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his locks. "Should I stay awake with you or do you want to try to sleep?"

"Sleep," you answer - albeit not confidently - and the black-eyed man obliges, pulling the thin sheet over you.

"I'll be right here," he affirms, but you reach out your uninjured arm and touch his hand. He instantly turns his palm up to let you grab his fingers, and you pull him closer to you in the king-sized bed.

"Hold me." A second passes with no movement, and Suguru whispers,

"Are you sure?" You nod, and he wordlessly scoots closer, wrapping an arm around you as you nestle into his side with your bandaged hand resting on his chest. His fingers rub a soft pattern up and down your skin, soothing you to the brink of sleep. "I've got you. We'll deal with everything else in the morning," Suguru murmurs as you slip off into a dreamless - and nightmare-less - sleep.

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Morning comes and goes.

Midday arrives, and you awaken from your terrorless sleep still encased in Suguru's grasp. Your eyes flick up to his face, which is peaceful in the midday light streaming in from the windows. The Leader of the Fallen Sun District is asleep and dead to the world around him, but the sound of his breathing lets you know he's on the brink of waking up.

Part of you doesn't want him to. You want to lay there without any responsibilities to him, without any concern, or further harm to either one of you. Maybe if you continued to sleep, all of this would become a distant memory. All of this would go away, and you could go back to living in ignorance.

But Suguru's stirring makes you stiffen, and you feel his arms tighten around you before sliding away.

"You're awake."

"Yeah," you whisper, and he sits up, pulling his knees to his chest.

"We need to talk about last night." You sit up as well, staring at the edge of the bed blankly. "Why didn't you tell someone about your declining mental health?"

"I didn't realize it until it was too late," you admit, looking at the bandage on your wrist. "But I won't be doing that again."

"Doesn't matter," Suguru interjects, looking over at you. You choose to avoid his gaze and stare at your feet, inhaling deeply. "I have to have someone watch you now. I want you to be safe, and now I'm not sure if I can ensure that without some oversight on my part."

"No," you exhale quickly, looking over at him in fear. "I'm better now, I promise."

"I'll have someone move a few of your things over here. That way I can keep an eye on you, just in case." Suguru continues, standing from his position on the bed. "I won't bother you. But I made a promise to you, and I'm going to keep it at all costs." He turns back to you, stating, "Today we'll take a day off and go into the town. I've been wanting to show you around for a while anyway."

You conclude the argument is over when he places a kiss on your temple, then walks into his bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you on the bed alone.

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A car picks both of you up from the building, and when you slide into the backseat, Suguru points to the expanse in the distance.

"Take us to the marketplace." The driver nods, scars running up and down his pale face and his blue eyes looking up at you in the rearview mirror. Does this man even know that he's sitting next to the leader of the Fallen Sun district? Or is Kenjaku a faceless man, hiding behind walls of ones and zeroes?

The scenes that pass by you look identical to those of the city you know and love. There are children playing on the sidewalks, people carrying groceries, life carrying on as if the majority of their names aren't on some rejected list of people who defected from their previous society. Suguru notices your awe at the way things are, and looks over at you, smiling brightly.

"You'd be surprised what you can build from ashes, y/n."

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