#so no towel dropping any time soon 🤭

[its-simply-rose]

Truth or Dare?

Name your tumblr crush (can only be one) OR drop your towel and flash us!

@softdommegf no doubt 😘

[whorediaries-09]

hiii just saw your kinktober post and wanted to ask if i could request james potter x reader with “you’re not playing fair” with james in a whiny/desperate situation? maybe a little bit of a size kink thing too 🤭🤭

thank youuuu lovely <333

oh okay. it's not like i did not just drop on my knees.

stare into my soul;

pairing- james potter x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. a/n- big beefy james come save me 🫠

prompt- sizeplay + 'you're not playing fair.'

the diner. kinkotober masterlist. kinkotober rules.

it's the second time this week you've seen james semi-naked. in nothing but a towel around his waist. even in that spilt second your eyes fell on his body, you couldn't take your mind off of him. he'd been wet, with pellets of water dropping down his, across his brown skin. there had been tatted antlers on his lower stomach, climbing all the way to his stomach.

out of respect, you'd gotten out of the guest room as soon as you could.

no matter how much you wanted to sit and stare and devour his beauty, you knew you wouldn't- you shouldn't. after all, he was just your friend. a friend with whom you wore your heart on your sleeve. a friend for whom you pretended that you'd never been loved, trying to escape the rendezvous boozy nights he'd fucked you till the only thing that fell out your mouth was his name.

it had been just a few weeks since the incident. initially you'd thanked the great heavens that the things hadn't been awkward between the both of you...until it was. until you'd realized that your desire for him wasn't just lustful. it was more than that. you'd just tried to escape it by thinking fucking him would solve all your problems.

but they wouldn't. how could they? after sleeping with him, your nights had only gotten longer as you relished the way he touched you. the way he felt, so warm, so intimate and so much more than just a fling. you realized that you were ruined for any other person. you were made for him.

and he was made for you.

unconsciously, you thought about the night he'd fucked you. he had his fingers deep in you, his tongue lapping away at your clit like a starved man. as you were the only meal he'd ever be served. how the cold frames of his glasses touched your inner thighs, making you shake and writhe in pleasure. you'd pushed him closer to your dripping core by his curls, moaning his name.

thoughts were a dangerous thing. especially when you were thinking about someone who was present in the house at this very moment. he watched you stroke your swollen vulva with your short fingers. you couldn't really pleasure yourself the way he could, his thick, long fingers cutting you open for him.

you were moaning his name, rubbing small, pathetic circles on your clit. he felt the blood rush down to his cock. in a way, he was turned on. he was turned on by the idea that you couldn't really pleasure yourself, and you needed him when you were desperate. and he knew about your feelings too. he wasn't entirely stupid, however oblivious he might be. he'd felt your longing glances, gazing right through his body. he'd felt your warm and heated touch, the glassiness in your eyes when you'd walked in on him just after his shower.

a part of him thinks he should just watch from the ajar door. watch you as you try to pathetically pleasure yourself, aching for relief. but the primal part in him wants otherwise. he wants to walk into your room, pin your comparatively tiny body on the mattress, and fuck you till you're breathless. till you're spilling out your gut of secrets.

and he can't help it. he listens to the latter.

'thinking about me, love?' he asks. alcohol isn't present today to say it was just a drunken mistake. you're shocked. you're embarrassed. he thinks its adorable when you cover yourself with the blanket, as if you can hide yourself from him. he can see the blood rush under your skin and he moves closer to your bed.

'i-i'm sorry,' you say. he tuts.

'sorry for what, darling? i know your dirty little secret,' he says, sitting on the bed and throwing away the blanket, exposing your body to his hungry eyes. the sudden wave of cold hits your nipples and they harden against the thin fabric of the tank top you wear to sleep.

he moves towards you, watching as embarrassment makes way for expectancy. he's not going to give in just yet, no matter how hard his erected cock might hurt him against the cotton of his shorts. he takes your hand, the fingers that had been inside you not a minute ago, and places it on his tongue. he wraps his lips around your fingers, and moans at the taste,

'so sweet for me,' he praises. he sits down on the bed, back facing the hoverboard. he pulls you closer, making you straddle him on his big muscular thighs. you rub your wet bare cunt against his erection and he hisses.

'not now,' he says, even though he wants to plunge himself right into you. ram himself into you till you're begging for him to stop. but he won't. he knows it'll hurt you. he'll have to scissor you open, make you ready for his cock.

'please james,' you whine, 'i need you so bad,'

you're desperate for him. desperate to feel him when you're not drunk. when you're not high on liquid courage. you want to feel him inside you again, release himself deep into you. you want to watch his curls drip with sweat, his brown eyes roll as he does so.

'fuck, you look so pretty begging for me like that,' he groans. he trails his hand into your cunt, pushing his index and middle finger into you, and you let out a silent moan, mouth wide open with the sudden pleasure that dawns upon you. he curls his fingers, thumb on your clit, rubbing rough circles.

your core tightens with his actions. you feel like you'll topple over the edge with the orgasm that builds within you with each thrust and rub of his finger. it's as if he knows your body by heart.

he pulls out before you can release yourself, leaving you to the brim of an orgasm.

'you're not playing fair,' you whine. he chortles, pulling his shorts down.

'we'll see about who's playing fair,' he says, ramming his cock right into you. it's huge, filling you up so deep. you can almost feel it in your cervix. his large hand cups your belly.

'see this, sweetheart? my huge cock inside your belly? feel it,' he says, pulling out and then pushing into you again, 'so deep,'

you almost let out a cry with pleasure. you're numb with it, as he thrusts into you. gently. warmly. softly. as if he wants to memorize your body from inside out. he pulls your tank top over your head, his fingers circling your hardened, swollen nipples.

he pops his mouth onto your left one, sucking on it, his teeth slightly grazing the sensitive flesh. you groan at his action.

'fuck james,' you say as your core familiarly tightens again. your walls tighten around him. you feel the bubble grow within your belly. hard and tight. boiling over to the brim of pleasure begging to be released.

'cum?' he asks, his chest heavy as his thrusting grows erratic.

'yes,' you answer.

'together,' he says. it's not a question, it's a request. you nod, breathless. you're not able to get out any words.

then everything explodes. all at once. you reach your climax and he reaches his own. he fills you up to the brim, till there's no more to be pumped out. the both of your breaths are heavy against each others mouth, catching air to breath in.

then there's laughter. sweet, idiotic laughter. he nudges your forehead against his, lips brushing but not locked yet.

'sirius is going to kill us for ruining his sheets,' you chuckle heartily, feeling his cock grow soft inside you.

'i've got a feeling he arranged this long weekend so that we could finally confess to each other,'

his laughter rumbles against his chest before you've got your lips on his.

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[princessmaybank]

hi princess, I hope your break is going well <33 this is like super specific but could you do a jj x Routledge!reader with super blonde frizzy hair nd jj doesn’t know she dyes it brown until he walks in on her with a lions mane getting dye ready

No pressure at all for u to get to this, i love ur work so so much and I hope you’re going okay princess <333 thank you

thank you for the request! wasn't sure if you wanted smut in there but that's how all of my Fics end up so I'm assuming you do! I'm sorry this turned so dark if you wanted it fluffier. I have recently started Haunting Adeline 😂🤭🩷

Hair Dye

Pairings: JJ x Routledge!Reader

Warnings: Surprise Kiss, Fingering, Rough!Dark!JJ, Spanking, Panty Ripping, Hair Pulling, Choking, P in V, Creampie, Caught, etc.

Summary: Read the ask^

Author's Note: Wrote this so fast, I hope you like it, sorry it's so late!

"I just don't see the point, dad and I have brown hair, you got blonde hair, you should feel special!" John B says as I walk down the aisle searching for the color I want. "That's exactly the point JB. I feel left out. It's odd, plus people have asked us way too many times if we're dating, even though we have the same face." JB rolled his eyes in defeat as I found the shade of brown I was searching so hard for. I was so excited that I could barely wait until we got home.

"Hey JJ is coming over soon!" I hear JB yell from the kitchen as he puts away some groceries. "I expect nothing less. Your boyfriend basically lives here!" I laugh as I go into the bathroom and read the instructions. Once I think I finally have it down and the parts mixed together, my brother calls me into the kitchen. "I'm gonna start cooking dinner. Is there any way I am going to talk you out of this? Blonde hair takes a long time to come back." He says and almost on cue JJ stumbles in the front door. "And yet yours keeps coming back." I say throwing my thumb over my shoulder. He chuckled at my stupid joke and ruffled my hair, causing it to frizz up even more than it already had.

"Hey there, hot stuff." JJ said with a wink. I roll my eyes before walking to the bathroom. "He was talking to you!" I shout teasing JB about his best friend. "I definitely wasn't but okay. What's with her?" I hear him ask my brother. I put the gloves on and get a towel ready under my neck. "She's going to dye her hair. I kept trying to talk her out of it. Fuck, I forgot something at the store. I'll be back, try not to kill each other." I heard the screen door slam as John B ran out.

I heard loud footsteps coming from the hallway until they reached me. "You're not gonna try to talk me out of it too are you?" I say setting down the bottle of dye. "Not gonna try shit" I breathe out a sigh of relief. "You're not doing it." He demanded. "Who do you think you are?" I ask with a full attitude. "Y/N. You don't need to dye your hair." I shook my head. "I want to!" I whined. JJ went to grab the bottle of hair dye and so did I. Eventually he tore it from me and held it above his head. I wasn't able to reach it and he laughed because he thought he had won. I looked him in the eyes and took his face in my hands, planting a big kiss on him. when his lips moved back and forth with mine, I knew he'd drop his arm any second. And he did. I took the chance and stole my bottle back running to the guest bedroom and trying to make it to that bathroom. I wasn't aware JJ was right behind me until I was pinned against the bathroom door.

"Why must you be a little brat all the time?" He asked. JJ's eyes are dark now. This wasn't a game anymore. He removed the bottle from my hand, I let him take it because I was so stunned by this sudden change. "You're. Not. Dying. It." He said with a low menacing voice. "Jay-" I tried to plead, I don't know why, but he was scaring me. He was also kind of arousing me. I never had these feelings for my brother's best friend, maybe it was just how dark he felt in this moment.

He stared into my eyes before placing his lips to mine once again. It felt different this time, I felt a zing, coursing through my veins. His fingertips were now bruising my hips as he lightly humped me through our clothes. This felt unreal. I peak my eyes open for a moment. Yep. it was still JJ. He was still grabbing me with an intense force and grinding his rock hard cock into me.

My eyes shut again and I just went with it. His right hand moved to unbutton my shorts. When he found his way in, he didn't tease, he only plummeted two fingers into my soaked core. "He won't be gone long, if there's something you want from me..tell me now." He demanded again. My eyes stared into his begging to be fucked but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. "F-fuck me.." I whispered through my breath, unable to think as his fingers moved back and forth. "Speak up." His harsh tone scared me slightly but I said my phrase again, louder so he could hear.

His fingers escaped my opening, causing a whine to spill from my lips. He rolled his eyes before pulling my shorts down. I kicked them to the side before I was roughly turned around and slammed up against the door. A gasp flew out of me unexpectedly followed by another when I felt him slap my ass. I let out loud moans as he continued, taking turns with my cheeks. When they were blood red, he squeezed them in his hands. I hissed from the sensitivity he caused.

He toyed with my panties for a few seconds before he spoke. "You don't need these." He chuckled lightly before I heard a ripping sound. Shock was written all over my face as he tore the rest of the thin fabric off of my body. His fingers found my slick folds and teased them for a moment. I was about to chime in before hearing the sound of a zipper and shorts dropping to the ground. I didn't have enough time to process the noise before I felt his cock slide inside me. He let out a dark groan and quickened his pace, not letting me adjust to his size. He was going so fast and so hard. I was a moaning mess. My head started to fall but he didn't let it get too far. His hand pulled me back by my hair while his other wrapped around my throat. His fingertips squeezed tighter, not giving me much room to work air in or out. "You like that? Like my hand wrapped around your throat while you take my cock?" He asked and all I could do was give a small nod before he pulled my hair again, so now my ear was against his lips. "What would John B say if he walked in on us right now? Think he'd be pissed to see his sister with my cock jammed in her tight pussy?" He teased.

Those words were enough to cause an eruption in me. My orgasm hit me like a freight train and slid down his cock and onto his thighs. His hand left my throat and fell to my hips as I pulled in as much air as possible. He fucked me hard a few more times before his cum leaked inside of me.

The sound of the screen door opening and closing apparently wasn't enough to get JJ's dick out of me. My throat was tired, I couldn't mutter a word and JJ knew that. He rode out his high which made my eyes roll back. It was enough for me to squeeze my thighs together and cum again.

"JJ when I said anything, this is not what I meant!" JB shouted. We never even heard him walk in, but we heard the bedroom door slam. We cooled down and I went into the bathroom to inspect my neck. There were bruises where JJ had a hold of me. "What did he mean by that?" I asked. JJ was a lot brighter now. "Oh he messaged me before you two got home and told me to make you not dye your hair. He said to do anything I have to." He chuckled. "Wasn't planning this.." He said pointing to my neck. "But I'm glad it happened." He shrugged and kissed my forehead. A smile spread onto my face before I laid my head on his chest. He held me in his arms and I promised to never dye my hair.

"Good, I like pullin' on this blonde lion's mane." He giggled before I swatted at his chest.

[writingforstraykids]

Safe space

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!Reader / Minchan x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3857

Summary: Minho has always been the strongest, never showing when he's upset to never worry Chan and you. When he comes home hurt one night, that starts to change.

Warnings/Tags: angst, mention of blood, mention of choking, mention of potential kidnapping, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, mention of nightmares, fluff, cuddles

A/N: I didn't plan on making it as angsty as it turned out to be, but somehow it seemed fitting. I hope you enjoy the angsty comfort and fluff🤭~Moon🌙

Thinking back, Minho has always been both Chan’s and your rock when things got tough. You both knew how soft and vulnerable he was behind his facade and built up walls that were quite easy to break through actually. Chan often watched with admiration but worried about how Minho pushed himself through dance practices, interviews, or performances, no matter how he felt. Sometimes, after a long day, you found yourself on the sofa or in bed with Minho curled up against you, the only sign of exhaustion he was willing to show you. Only then, there in your arms, with Chan fondling his hair, he felt like the youngest. Somehow, the urge to be there for the two of you and make you feel better was always stronger than giving up. Stronger than showing you that he was upset as well, that he was feeling sick, or couldn’t deal with something.

In Minho’s eyes, you and Chan were the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he intended to keep it that way. By now, there was nothing he cared more about than you two, and he made sure to show you that as often as he could. Nevertheless, Chan and you wondered how long it would take him to open up and give room to his feelings finally. 

You don't expect that something bad has to happen for him to do so. You're cooking dinner in the kitchen, knowing that Minho will be back from the company soon. Chan's upstairs already, taking a shower and changing clothes before dinner. You glance at your watch, a little confused about Min running late. The front door opens, and you relax, knowing he's back. "Welcome home, baby," you say cheerfully, finishing up. You hear him taking a few steps forward, and you turn around, frowning as it sounds like he's still wearing his shoes. "Min, you know we said no shoes around the -," Your voice gets caught in your throat as you see him. 

He stares back at you with wide, wet eyes, almost looking a little scared. There's a heavy bruise forming on his right cheek, just below the eye. A little blood is smeared across his lips and chin, coming from a cut on his lower lip. His chest heaves beneath one of Chan's signature black sweaters he borrowed this morning. "Right, sorry," he stammers, quickly slipping out of his sneakers. 

Your eyes widen in shock as you quickly take a few steps forward, reaching out for him. Minho flinches back, and you stop yourself immediately. "What happened?" you whisper and very hesitantly reach out for him again. 

"Uhm," he swallows hard and blinks a few times as if he was holding back tears. "Is-Is Channie home?" he asks timidly. 

"Yeah," you nod and search his eyes observantly. Minho opens his mouth as if he wants to say something before contorting his face. You know him well enough by now to know he doesn't know how to put it into words. You carefully take his hand, swallowing at how hard it's trembling. Looking down, you see his knuckles are covered in blood. Did he get into a fight? "Channie, angel?" you call out for him. 

"Yeah?" he shouts back downstairs, currently drying his hair with a towel. 

"Can you come down here for a second?" you ask. "Something's wrong." 

Chan frowns and walks down the stairs shirtless, still drying his hair. In any other situation, both Min and you would've found that incredibly attractive. "What's up, babe?" he asks and stops in his tracks as Minho slowly turns toward him. "Bloody hell," he presses out in shock and drops his towel, rushing down the rest of the stairs. He cups Minho's face, making the younger one wince at his touch. "Who did that?" he asks firmly. 

"Chan, please," Minho breathes out. 

"Min, I'm not gonna ask again," he says, eyes darkening as he takes in the damage. 

"I don't know," he shakes his head. "I don't know, okay?" 

"What happened? Where did it happen?" he asks firmly, and Minho stares at him blankly for a moment, looking completely overwhelmed.

You rest your hand on Chan's shoulder and squeeze it gently. "Let me clean him up first?" you ask very gently. 

Chan stares back at Minho for another moment before letting go of him again. "Okay," he nods, grabbing the sweater he took off earlier and left on the sofa. You take Minho's hand, but he's not moving. 

"Min?" you ask gently. 

"I was on my way to the car when someone wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me into an alley," he suddenly starts talking. "He wasn't alone; there were two of them, and I don't know what they wanted. I don't know if they wanted money, if they tried kidnapping me, or if it were some fucked up haters," he tells you before looking at Chan. "I know I should've parked in the garage, but I was running late and forgot my ticket. I-I know you told me not to," he says, breathing quickening. 

"It's okay," Chan assures him gently. "It's not your fault." 

Minho's eyes flicker back and forth between the two of you. "This isn't only my blood," he tells you, lifting his hand shakily. "I just - I panicked."

"What happened?" you ask quietly at his haunted look. 

"I fought them off," he says, eyes darkening a little. "If you think this is bad, you should've seen the other two," he tells you, inhaling shakily. "I didn't want to hurt them, that's not me, I swear." 

"I know," Chan tells him soothingly. 

"I-I was just trying to get back home," he says, lips trembling as he sees the worry in Chan's and your eyes. 

"It's okay," you say softly. 

"I would never - I just -," he turns away from you when tears shoot to his eyes. Minho closes his eyes and makes a pained, frustrated sound as he tries to get himself together.

Chan reacts before you do, stepping in front of him and pulling him against his chest. He buries one hand in his hair and kisses his head. "I told you to hit back in case something like that would happen," he says, and Minho nods, hands gripping Chan's sweater. 

You swallow hard as you watch them. You had no idea that there had been an agreement like that between the two of them. Once more, you realize how different their life is from yours and how careful they have to be sometimes. 

"You did good, Min," Chan says quietly, and Minho pulls back enough to look at him. 

"Yeah?" he whispers. 

"Yeah, kitten," he whispers and softly kisses his forehead. Minho's eyes flutter closed, and Chan cups his cheek, kissing him very gently. "It's okay, you're home now." 

"Not completely," Minho says and turns his head, looking at you and stretching his hand out for you. "Honey?" 

Your face softens at the simple gesture, and you take his hand, stepping closer. He intertwines your fingers, and you can still feel his hand shaking in yours, but not as much as before. You plant a soft kiss on his temple. "Can I help you clean up?" 

"Okay," he nods gently. 

Not much later, Chan's sitting on the sofa, Minho on his lap, arms loosely wrapped around his stomach. His chin's resting on Minho's shoulder as you carefully wipe the blood from his face. Minho instinctively grabs Chan's hands as you get closer to the cut and hisses softly. 

"I'll be done in a moment, sorry," you say, and Minho flashes you a short smile. You get up after, walking to the kitchen sink and pouring warm water on the towel you used. Coming back, you smile at the sight of Minho leaning his face against Chan's and mindlessly playing with his hands. You sit down next to them again, placing your hands on top of theirs. "May I?" you ask, and Minho nods, gently pulling his hands from Chan's. You wipe them clean as well, kissing his hurt knuckles after you're done.

Minho looks at you fondly before cupping your face and pulling you closer. He presses your foreheads together, closing his eyes as your noses brush against each other. You know it's his way to thank you for taking care of him. 

"I'll warm up dinner, alright? Why don't you go take a shower and join us again after?" you suggest, knowing that Minho hated not being able to shower after a dance practice. 

Minho nods, agreeing before getting upstairs and leaving you and Chan alone. 

Chan meets your eyes, and you're surprised at the guilt in them. "This isn't your fault. Don't make it yours," you tell him. 

"I'm worried about him, that's all," he says, grabbing your hand. "He was scared and confused, but…he didn't shed a tear. He just got pulled into an alley and goes on like before." 

"He's in shock," you tell him gently. "Once the adrenaline subsides, he may allow himself to do so. You know how he gets, staying strong for us all the time." 

"I wish he'd stop doing that," Chan sighs. 

"Give him time," you say and kiss him reassuringly. "We need to be patient with him." 

You both don't know that Minho's breaking down right now. His hand covers his mouth, stifling the sobs that shake his body. He curses himself as he tries to calm down again, hoping the warm water hitting his body will soothe him. None of you can tell what happened only minutes ago when he joins you downstairs. He even makes a joke or two, compliments you for dinner, and tells Chan how sweet he looks with his damp curls. If it weren't for the bruise on his cheek and the cut on his lip, you'd almost think it was an evening like any other. 

A week passes, and nothing happens. Minho continues like nothing happened, driving to work and back home himself. He's back to his old self, teasing the two of you and making sure you know how much he loves you. You and Chan almost believe he's okay. Almost. 

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This morning, Minho had gone to the company, saying something about practicing a dance with Felix and Jisung. Chan, who had a day off, decided to stay home with you for a change, and you’ve spent it on the sofa watching movies. As the fading sunlight dances across Chan’s soft brown curls, illuminating the whole room in hues of pink and orange, you start to wonder where your boyfriend is. You soon realize you aren’t the only one as Chan checks his phone for the fifth time in only two minutes. You turn to look at him and search his eyes for a moment. “You think he’s alright?”

“I have no idea,” Chan admits quietly, chewing on his lower lip. “He’s been gone for the whole day.”

“Should we try calling him?” you suggest.

“Already did that,” he sighs. “I could try reaching Felix or Hannie.”

“Okay,” you nod, agreeing, and watch Chan curiously as he talks to Felix. Chan glances at you worriedly, and your stomach sinks. “What is it?” you ask him as soon as he ends the call.

“Felix and Hannie left three hours ago. Min said he’d just stay for another bit,” he tells you and gets up. “I’ll go and check up on him.”

“Can I come?” you ask, getting up as Chan nods and grabs his car keys. Just as Chan is about to open the door, his phone rings and you both flinch at the sound of Minho’s personalized ringtone. Chan signals you to be quiet and puts him on speaker. 

“Channie, hyung?” Minho asks tiredly, almost sounding a little whiny.

Chan frowns at you softly; he can’t remember the last time Minho called him hyung besides teasing him fondly. “Yeah?”

“Can you come pick me up?” he asks, sniffling softly. He's currently sitting on the floor in the practice room, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him. 

“Of course, I can,” Chan assures him calmly. “I was actually about to drive to the company to do that.”

“Yeah?” Minho asks, chuckling weakly. “That’s really sweet," he presses out, wiping his cheek messily with his sleeve. 

Chan opens the door, letting you outside first, before pulling it close behind himself again. “Rough day?” he asks gently. 

“Rough week,” Minho says and exhales shakily. 

"One more day to go, then you have the weekend off," he encourages him, and Minho's weak chuckle tugs at your heartstrings. "We can do whatever you need tonight to feel better again, alright?" 

"Even if I'll just cuddle you close and won't say a word for the rest of the night?" he asks, trying to swallow down the lump forming in his throat. 

"Did I ever say no to cuddles?" Chan chuckles and starts the car, handing you his phone. 

"Channie?" he asks, sniffling softly, and Chan hums. "I love you, you know that, right?" 

"Of course I do," he answers gently. "I love you too, Min." 

"Tell Y/N I love her too, okay?" he asks timidly. 

"I love you too, baby," you say softly, and Minho chuckles in response. 

"We'll be there in a bit, kitten," Chan promises, and Minho hums softly before ending the call, trying his hardest not to break down. Chan exchanges a worried look with you before focusing back on the street. "That didn't sound good…"

"You think something happened?" you ask. 

Chan shakes his head. "What Minho needs is a good cry." 

You giggle softly and fondly roll your eyes at him. "Would be the first time I see that." 

Chan looks at you, a little bewildered. "Wait, what? We've been in a relationship for three years now, are you kidding?" 

"I wish I were," you tell him. "Maybe he just doesn't feel comfortable crying around me." 

"Probably has more to do with our group dynamics. I've always been the only one he allowed himself to do that around. Which also changed once our bond deepened," he soothes you. 

You can tell Chan is worried as he repeatedly presses the button of the elevator and practically jogs down the hallway to their practice room. You have trouble keeping up and bump right into him as he suddenly stops in front of a door. Once he opens it, your heart sinks seeing your boyfriend. Minho's sitting on the floor, knees tucked up to his chest, clutching his phone. He looks exhausted; his hair frames his face completely untamed, and his eyes show a suspicious shimmer. 

"Oh, thank God, Channie love," Minho scrambles to his feet as Chan steps inside, dropping his phone in the process. His eyes fill with tears, his lips tremble, and he desperately grips Chan the moment he's close enough. "I'm sorry," is all he gets out before a broken sob leaves his lips. 

You close the door and timidly step closer, unsure if they'd need you right now. Minho's face is buried in Chan's chest as sobs shake his body. Chan holds him tight, one hand buried in his hair, and whispers soothingly. You exchange an unsure look with Chan, who nods at you, and you hesitantly reach out for Minho. Your hand only lingers above his shoulder, you're too overwhelmed seeing him like that. "Minnie?" you ask softly. 

Minho pulls back a little and looks at you with teary eyes. "I'm so sorry. I-I never - I d-didn't want-," he stammers before huffing, frustrated at himself. 

You shake your head, smiling at him compassionately and cupping his face. "Don't be. It's okay to let it out," you tell him, and he closes his eyes as you kiss his forehead.

Minho reaches out for you, taking a step forward and hiding his face in your shoulder. He sniffles softly as he shakes in your arms and makes a soft sound as Chan steps behind him and hugs the both of you. He hasn't felt that safe in a while, trapped between your bodies. 

Chan plants a few soft kisses on the back of his neck. "What's going on, kitten?" he asks softly. 

"I'm just having a really shitty day," he answers quietly. 

"Want to tell us what happened?" you ask, gently running your hand through his hair. 

"I couldn't sleep last night," he sighs softly. 

"You could've told me," Chan says. 

"Not when you were sleeping for once," Minho snorts, making you all chuckle. "Then there was traffic this morning, I spilled coffee all over my sweater, I messed up this one step a thousand times, I forgot my headphones, and - fucks sake, this isn't even important," he groans. "Nothing major, just lots of bullshit." 

You giggle softly and kiss his hair. "My beautiful baby, things like that happen. You're right you had a shitty day, and that frustrated you. And that's alright." 

Chan hums gently before chiming in. "Why did you want me to pick you up? Not that I mind, it's just…what about your car?" 

Minho groans softly and pulls back from your chest. "I…This is stupid." 

"I'm sure it isn't," you tell him encouragingly.

"I got paranoid since it's already dark outside," he confesses after a long moment of silence. "I know it's dumb, and I shouldn't have called you for some shit like that." 

"Oh, kitten," Chan whispers, and Minho turns in your mutual hold on him a little. "I'll pick you up as often as you want if that means you're feeling safe." 

Minho smiles, very sweetly at that, gazing at him. It shows you once more how fond he was of Chan. "You're so cute." Chan smiles brightly, his dimples showing. Minho pinches his cheek and looks at you. "Isn't our Channie cute?" 

You playfully pinch his other cheek. "The cutest." 

"Stop that, you two," Chan grumbles, playfully offended. You all know he loves it. 

"You know I can pick you up too in case Chan's busy," you offer, and Minho's face softens. 

"Thank you, honey," he smiles softly and kisses your cheek. He sighs softly before taking Chan's and your hand. "Fuck this day, let's go home." 

"That's the spirit," Chan giggles and bends down to pick up Minho's phone. Minho exchanges a quick, mischievous glance with you before slapping his ass. Chan shoots up straight and rolls his eyes playfully. "Unbelievable," he says before grabbing his chin and pulling him in. Chan raises his brow at him and smirks as Minho's eyes widen a little. "Careful, or I might take you up on that offer, kitten," he says, voice dropping a little. 

"Stop making empty promises, you know I have a solo performance tomorrow," he gives back smoothly. 

"And why would I care if you're doing that sore from tonight or not, huh?" Chan asks. 

"I represent your leading skills, Mr.," Minho smirks, knowing he won. 

"Just kiss already so we can get out of here," you say, playfully annoyed. Your boyfriends crack up, and you chuckle at them. 

Minho captures your lips in a soft kiss and bops your nose adoringly as he pulls back. "Is our sweet girl feeling left out?" 

"Maybe a little, you two love birds," you tease them. 

"Well, come here then," Chan says and leans close, kissing you. He also turns and kisses Minho before grinning at both of you. "Happy now?" 

"Yes," Minho and you nod in unison, smiling brightly. 

"Gosh, you two," Chan snorts before grabbing both of your hands and walking you all the way back to his car. 

-

Minho watches you as the moonlight dances across your face, highlighting all your finest features. You look so peaceful he doesn't dare to brush back that loose strand of hair hanging into your face. Sometimes, he still can't believe you're actually his. That Chan is actually his. He can't believe that out of everyone, the two of you could've ended up with it had been him. It still feels surreal being allowed to see you like this, beautiful in your sleep. Or seeing Chan in the morning with his messed-up curls and cute, tired face. Also, to know the way both of your lips feel against his, to know the sounds he can pull from you if he wants to. Minho really fucking loved you both. 

He sighs softly and turns onto his back, still unable to sleep. Glancing at the empty space on your other side, he knows that Chan's probably struggling with the same thing. He checks the time and bites back a groan before quietly slipping out of bed. Minho tiredly rubs his face, runs his hand through his hair, and makes his way downstairs. 

Chan looks up from his book and frowns, seeing him. "Can't sleep?" 

Minho shakes his head and plops down on his lap with a dramatic sigh. "No chance." 

Chan puts the book aside and wraps his arms around him. "Any reason?" 

"I dream about what happened," Minho admits and chews on his lower lip. "Then I wake up, not knowing where I am, and panic momentarily." 

Chan gently rubs his thighs, Minho's bare, warm skin beneath his palms. "You should sleep in the middle, then. So you can reach out for us and remind yourself you're safe." 

"Aw, come on, we both know how much she loves sleeping in the middle," Minho frowns. 

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind for a while," Chan giggles and softly kisses the back of his neck. "Sometimes you have to think about yourself a little as well." 

"Ugh, fine," he gives in and stares down as Chan's hands travel up and down his thighs. He turns and straddles his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. Chan looks up at him with a sweet smile that makes his heart melt. Minho lovingly brushes back his curls and sinks deep into his eyes. "I love you, Channie." 

"I love you too, Min," Chan smiles and kisses him lovingly. 

"Minnie?" your drowsy voice pulls them back to reality. 

"Yes, honey?" he asks and gets up as he sees you walking over barefoot. He picks you up smoothly and smiles as you bury your face in his shoulder. "What's wrong?" 

"Come back, it's cold," you complain, making him giggle. "Not funny," you protest. 

"Maybe a little," Minho smirks before looking back at Chan. "You're coming, Channie love?" 

"I'll be there in a moment," he promises. 

Minho carries you back to bed and puts you down in his previous spot, covering you with the blanket. He gets comfortable next to you and chuckles softly as you cuddle close. "I love you, honey," he whispers, soothingly fondling your hair. 

"Love you too, baby," you mumble sleepily. 

The mattress behind him dips at Chan's weight, and only a moment later, he feels his body pressing against his. Chan wraps an arm around his waist and slips his hand beneath his shirt, resting against his skin. "Night, kitten," he says quietly. 

"Night, love," he gives back and relaxes into the warmth and comfort you two spend. You and Chan would always be his safe space. 

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[darlingsfandom]

This time, I want something soft and I have a mind for it. You notice that every time Emmett eats pussy, you get itchy down there. So you decide to do Emmett's skincare (more specifically his beard) 🤭

I hope you understand, since English is not my first language 😔

Ah yes the rug burn! I love a good beard but man has to take care of it ! I got you lovely 💕 this is a safe space!

As much as you loved how Emmett ate you out there’s been a few times when his beard would give you rug burn and it never felt good. It made you red and itchy. You loved Emmett so when you told him no your heart broke a little because he looked like a lost puppy .

“I just don’t understand. Am I not doing it right anymore ?” Emmett sat there with hands on his face sighing loudly before you sat down next to him and wrapped your arm around him.

“Baby, I love when you eat my pussy ! You’re amazing at it. The best! But it’s your beard, it scratches against my thighs and my thighs are sensitive.” You played with his hair as he looked up at you with soft eyes. “So I’m going to teach you how to manage your beard a little better and then we won’t have to worry about rug burn and you can eat me out all you like !”

Emmett got up quickly and grabbed your hand.

“Show me!” He looked into your eyes. “I need you to show me now ! It’s been three days since I’ve got to eat you out!” Emmett was going mad without giving you oral.

“Okay okay come on!” You couldn’t help but giggle as the two of you went into the bathroom. You had him sit down on the edge of the tub, grabbed the small trash can and sat across from him on the tub. You grabbed some clippers and started with a slight trim. Emmett held still as you shaved his beard. He watched how you did it making sure to note it in his head. You brushed off any hairs that might be stuck yet ready to fall off before grabbing some soap that would clean his beard and face. After applying some to your finger tips you rubbed it in circles on his cheeks.

Emmett smiled as you gave him a kiss when you finished applying the cleanser. You pulled him up and took him to the sink so he could rinse his face. After giving him a towel to pat dry the water away you handed him a bottle of beard oil.

“Have you had this?” He asked examining the bottle.

“Actually I picked it up at the store today while getting the groceries. I know you miss eating my pussy and trust me I miss it too! Just had to clean up your beard a little .”

He read the bottle before handing it back to you so you could show him how to use it. He watched carefully how you opened the bottle, pulled out the dropper and squeezed most of it back into the bottle.

“You only need a few drops at a time . No more than four.” You moved the dropper over four different areas of his beard and closed up the bottle. “Now you just run your fingers through it. Like you’re playing with my hair!” Emmett nodded slowly in agreement before turning to look at himself in the mirror. He watched you through the mirror and the look on your face made him smile.

“Now do I get to eat your pussy?” He asked full of hope.

“Soon baby! You gotta let that set in for awhile and then you can okay!” Emmett lit up with a smile before he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around which made you giggle. He was the best person you’ve ever met and you were lucky to be his.

[luffy-addict-author]

I noticed you write NSFW for smut, would you buy any chance be comfortable doing anything NSFW for Usopp? It's very hard to find 😅 If not that's totally fine. I hope youre having a good day!

A/n: I know how you feel🤭 but yk, I hope you enjoy<3

-Usopp NSFW-

FT: Usopp -MINORS|DON'T|INTERACT

"Oh my- dang." You blutter out, shamelessly viewing your beloved coming out of the shower. Usopp startles but covers his face with one of his hand, blushing absently.

"Stop speaking nonsense." He stutters. 

You ignore him, jaw hanging open as your eyes travel lower, so glad the both of you are in your room alone, free to ogle his tan coloured chest, tracing along his well built abs and going lower. Unfortunately, though you can see his v-line perfectly -heaven's view- what you really want to see is hidden under the towel that's wrapped around his hips. 

"I think I am gonna arch just looking at you." You utter, not realizing your feet stepping closer to his form, peering at him with heavy lids, finding it so amusing each time he flushes at your words. 

They are equally true and equally a tease.

This time, his hair is down, water dripping from the ends, some falling off while some stick to the side of his waist, sliding lower only to be soaked by the white clothing. 

"Heyhey. You wouldn't mind if we have a little fun." 

"Huh?! Y/n- what if they hear-"

Your palm is already running slowly up his chest, feeling his dark skin under your pads, his stomach moving with his gulp as his mouth shuts up at your first touch.

You smirk. "I want you." 

As much as Usopp feels his heart stop, only to be thumping against his chest louder, he truly feels as though you are a satin from the hell. I mean- just how many times you had wanted to go down with Him? Apparently not enough for you but it leaves him a blushing mess, not sure what to say. 

That was in the beginning. Now, your presence has influenced him too much.

"This is exactly why Nami is always angry." He mutters but his own lips crashes on yours in a flash, a pleased sound escaping you at the first taste of his warm mouth. 

You tilt your head across from him, making your lips connect more securely and kissing him deeper, fingers tangling in his ruffled hair, palms then rubbing his steady shoulders. You stumble him back with a force, directly inside the bathe room and closing it shut with the pressure of your back. 

Usopp moans, his muscular arms going around your waist, pulling you more on his chest, only for you to break apart with a loud gasp, making his mouth audibly let out a short deep cry.

You laugh at him, hands going so much lower, breath sucking in when you fiddle with the knot he tied, easily able to get it out though you kept it hanging with your Fingers.

"How do you wanna do it?" 

 "Ride me." He breathes out.

Your entire world freezes, half a second at his own vocal cord before you are swallowing, nodding urgently and letting the towel drop on the floor. 

Usopp only lets out a small gasp, just before you are sucking on his neck, gently licking at first before biting sharply, Causing his ears to heat up. 

His arms go around your hips as soon as your hand wraps firmly around his cock, loving the warm feeling of it inside your palm. 

His skin is hotter now, sweat rolling of his neck, only to be met with your tongue along with your intentional moans. 

Leaving a dark shade of spot behind, your lips apart, hands pushing him by the shoulders, leaving him to be flush against the wall, then sliding down on the floor to sit, bringing you down as soon as you undress yourself. 

This time, you blush as he takes you in, meeting his flushed face with yours. "You are...breathtaking." He says, brushing a lock of your hair back, then swiping a thumb on your lips. 

Blushing hotter in your veins, your lips close around his thumb before he retreats, replying his praising with few sucks of your mouth. 

Usopp's Breath shakes, his other hand supporting you while you begin to sit on one of his thighs, leaning closer to rub your core against his length. 

He groans, head falling back softly while you are panting, supporting your upper half with hands on his shoulders, rubbing yourself on him to feel every bit of pleasure friction. 

"Not going to lie, I wanted to suck you off." You reasonably say, lips turned upwards when he freezes, only to be left moaning, not sure at your movements or your words. 

"Fuck- I wanna go in." You quietly whine out, looking at him desperately. 

Usopp groans once before closing his eyes, a hand going under his hips to grasp his dick. You shift yourself forward, making it easier for him to slide in, pushing past your hole. 

"Oh-" you bite your lip at the first sense of his tip meeting your entrance then bracing yourself as he pushed himself deeper, strength slowly leaving him as you tighten around him. 

Usopp curses under his breath, mouth leaning forward to get a hold of your bouncing breasts, muffling his sounds. You cry out, his dick twitching at the noise, mouth sucking on your hardened bud slowly but leaving visible marks. 

"Ugh- can i go faster, baby?" You wail out, head dizzy and confused as to focus on his cock or his mouth. 

He pulls his lips away, gazing at you heavily before engulfing your lips with his. "Yeayea- please." He struggles out, mouth brushing over yours while both your tongue dances in a fighting manner, casually touching or panting. 

Before you know it, you are groaning as you heavy yourself up and down, bouncing on his thick sex, letting out whimpers when he hits your spots. 

"Goodgod- i am gonna lose my mind- you feel so good." You are not in control of your words anymore, tongue running on it's own, drunk on the taste of his mouth.

He stutters out your name in a cracked moan, feeling you gasp, palm slapping on your mouth,  eyes rolling back as cum down his shaft, letting it leak along his veins, dripping to the floor. 

“Fuck.” You groan out, clutching what you find of him tighter. 

Your mouth results in panting with him, your lips occupied with pleasure moans or his mouth. Tempted to run your tongue, you bite on his shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut as your stomach cramps in pain. 

“Wait. Wait-.” You huff out, stopping him by pausing in your movements, groaning loudly at his cock throbbing non stop inside of you. Your own clit pulses, covered in your slick. 

Usopp immediately freezes, sucking in a sharp breath as he waits for your concern. You gulp, swallowing down your lust and pulling him out with a loud cry, slumping against him. 

Skin flushed, you hide your face in the junction of his neck, skin hot and embarrassed. “Sorry- I just, should have listened to chopper.” You gently massage the side of your waist. “It hurts.” 

Your lover regains his breath, though peering at you in concern. Gratefully, his warm hands replace yours, so much better when he starts to run up and down comfortably. Despite yourself, you make a pleased sound.

“Should I get you to chopper?” He asks. 

You giggle, huffing out a chuckle. “Naked?” 

Usopp only holds you more firmly, shaking his head, ignoring the color on his face. 

“Ok ok i will stop. And no, it’s fine, not too serious.” You prop yourself back up to stand, almost falling on him again when your thighs shake and tremble at the act but it’s good. You steadied yourself.

“You sure?” You hum at his worry, offering him  a hand while giving him a wink, indicating your eyes between his thighs. “Shall we go to the shower again?” 

He doesn’t even have to look down, blushing fiercely. “I thought you are going to stop!” 

 You grin, wickedness growing. “I did? Oh well- we still need to go to the shower though. Unless you wanna walk around like that…i don’t mind you kn-“ 

“Y/n!” 

You throw your head back, cackling wildly.

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[watchmegetobsessed]

Maybe a beach day with Harry? 🤭

“Babe, I have a very important task for you,” Harry announces as soon as you set the towel down in the sand, dropping your Pleasing beach bag that you’ve been religiously using all summer on top of it.

“What is it?” you ask, pushing your sunglasses up to the top of your head. He’s kneeling in the sand, elbow deep in his tote bag as he’s searching for something in it. He’s wearing a vintage t-shirt that will most likely come off any minute, and those yellow swimming shorts his fans love so much, mostly because they are a tad bit shorter than his usual trunks. It’s a beautiful day and you’re happy to spend it on the beach with Harry, you’ve been aching for a fun day like this for so long.

When he finally finds what he’s been looking for, he holds up a bottle of sunscreen, his trusty 50 spf he’s been actively using lately.

“Put it on my back?” he asks, already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Sure,” you chuckle.

He squirts some into his own palms so he can put it on his face and chest before handing you the bottle. He sits in the sand and you kneel behind him, massaging the sunscreen into his freckled shoulders, making sure you cover every inch of his precious, soft skin.

“Your back is awfully… tattooless,” you tell him with a smile.

“I know,” he exhales.

“You should get something here too,” you say, rubbing the cream into his inkless skin along his spine. When you’re done, you press a kiss to the back of his neck before climbing to sit in front of him.

“Any suggestions?” he smirks, finishing off his arms.

“My face. In a big heart,” you reply without skipping a beat, making him laugh out loud.

“If I’m getting someone’s face tattooed, it needs to be Niall’s. I promised him a long time ago,” he grins, putting his shades on. “Now, come here so I can put sunscreen on you too. Need to protect that delicious skin of yours.

[buriyaa]

Nagoya Days

AU where Keiji got together in Nagoya unexpectedly. Drunk!Akaso appears and Machida realizing he is the real Kurosawa all along🤭

{1}

Akaso was rubbing Ponta’s belly when his phone buzzed. He saw a familiar name pop up on his screen. 

1 notification from keita_machida_official. 

He grabbed his phone, and opened Machida’s Insta message. He smiled as soon as he saw a photo of his handsome friend posing in front of a building that he could recognize from a mile away.

“Akaso-kun! Guess where I am? wwww” Machida’s message read.

It’s the Aichi Toho University main entrance hall.

“You gotta be kidding me! Are you shooting there today?” Akaso typed frantically, eager to know Machida’s answer. 

At the backseat of a rented Toyota cruiser, a tall handsome man beamed as he read messages on his phone.

“Bingo!” Machida exclaimed, typing the same word as a reply to Insta user akasoeiji.

Machida looked at his phone fondly as he waited for his friend’s reply. Any interaction with the charming Akaso-kun, his co-star turned close friend, never failed to lift up his mood. It’s been a while since he last chatted with him. Was it almost 2 months already? He tried to remember. Even though they promised to keep in touch, they both had been very busy after the Cherry Magic movie promotions ended, as new projects started taking up most of their schedules.

“Seriously??? I’m here too! At my parent’s house” Akaso replied.

Machida, in his sudden excitement, almost dropped his phone at the edge of his car seat. His manager was driving him back to his hotel after his filming schedule. It had been a pretty busy, tiresome day. He had just flown into Nagoya that morning, met the production team and shot his scenes at Akaso-kun’s university. He was supposed to fly back to Tokyo right after, but he asked his manager to give him one more day to go around the city. He got some pretty good recommendations (restaurants, mostly) from Akaso-kun during their CM filming days. Has the time finally come for him to experience it himself?

“Can I come over? I’m done for the day. :p ”

Machida replied, not expecting anything. Akaso may already have plans. Although… he wished it wasn’t the case. After all, wouldn’t it be nice to see Akaso-kun again? He thought. 

It’s been a minute since he sent his last message. He checked his Insta again. 

“akasoeiji is typing…” 

Machida felt a bit nervous. For some weird reason, this felt like the longest 60 seconds of his life. 

“Of course! How about dinner? 8pm?”

Akaso sent him a Google address pin.

It’s past 6pm, and Machida only had a couple more hours left before meeting Akaso-kun. He mentally listed things he had to prepare. Grinning from ear to ear, he replied, 

“I’ll be there! :)”

–---

{2}

“Ojamashimasu!” Machida exclaimed as he entered Akaso’s home. 

Akaso waved at him, looking as handsome as ever even in his casual clothes. He was wearing some loose gray-ish pants and a white shirt, a towel on his right shoulder. His hair seemed wet, like he just got out of the bath.

Machida blushed at the thought.

“Irasshaimase!” Akaso chirped, making a welcome gesture to Machida. He imitated a butler bowing in front of his master.

Machida grinned. He felt relieved, seeing Akaso make his silly little jokes just like when they were on set or on promo schedules before. He felt their bond was still as close as ever, even if they hadn’t seen each other in months.

“Hai, kore~ Your omiyage!” Machida said sweetly, as he handed Akaso a top of the line, 18+yrs whisky bottle, beautifully wrapped inside a fancy paper bag.

“Eh? You shouldn’t have. Where did you find the time to buy this?” 

Akaso exclaimed, pleasantly surprised as he admired the elegant bottle of Glenfiddich in his hand. It’s one of his favorite whisky brands (although, he didn’t remember telling Machida this). He could already imagine himself having a drink or two later as a nightcap. 

Akaso thought he’d been so lucky today. First, his shoot ended earlier than expected, which finally prompted him to give himself a 3-day vacation after almost 6 weeks of him working without any break.

Second, he didn’t expect to meet any of his friends on this trip except his family. Everyone is out of town, or already had plans. In any case, spending time with his parents and Ponta is enough for him. 

So this - seeing his dear friend taking off his shoes, and putting on the house sleepers only relatives or extremely close family friends use was a totally unexpected sight for him. 

During the Cherry Magic movie promotions, Akaso and Machida always talked about visiting each other’s hometown’s one day, if and when their schedule cleared up, but their free time never did come often. The world conqueror, handsome to bits Machida visiting him at his parent’s home, much less bringing him a really nice present, never occurred to him as a reality until now. Akaso was delighted at the sudden realization.

“I have my ways, and you know I’ll never visit your place empty-handed!” 

Machida confidently said in a very matter of fact tone, while his right hand made a wagging gesture. Of course, no one will ever catch him visiting someone’s home without bringing anything (he liked to think that he had been brought up well), most especially Akaso-kun’s home. 

“Sankyu, Keita!” Akaso gave him a warm smile. Machida felt as if he had just been enveloped in a warm hug. Only his family and closest friends called him Keita, and Akaso is one of them. His sweet, mischievous angel Akaso kun. He felt all his tiredness from his schedule today gone – just like that. He can’t believe how lucky he was, finally getting the chance to meet Akaso-kun like this.

“Keita?? Earth to Keita. Don’t tell me you’re in Kurosawa mode again?” Akaso snickered.

He started snapping his fingers beside Machida’s left ear. He found it funny that there were moments that Machida would freeze, lost in his thoughts for a brief second before coming back to reality. Just like Kurosawa, his love interest in Cherry Magic.

Machida suddenly looked at him, his intense eyes locking with his own. For that brief heart-stopping moment, Akaso felt as if he was Adachi again. Without skipping another beat, the tall, handsome ikemen who entered his house smiled and asked, “So, what’s for dinner?”

–--

{3}

“Lucky Keita! Ponta really likes you!” 

Akaso said enviously, as he gave Machida a side eye. His furbaby is lying down Machida’s lap, its face buried on his friend's stomach.

“Whenever I visit home, it takes a while for him to recognize me. How come it’s different with you? He just met you today for God’s sake. Why? So unfair!” 

Akaso pouted, cutely if one could say so. That one is Machida Keita.

The dimmed night lights created a relaxed, warm atmosphere at Akaso’s home. It’s almost aesthetic, how the tall Glenfiddich bottle stood elegantly on Akaso’s dining room table, its liquid content cut perfectly in the middle. Machida’s glass had been barely untouched (he prefers wine, and also he knew Akaso wanted the whisky all to himself), while Akaso held his glass, twirling it with his left hand as he stroked Ponta’s fur. He seemed to be enjoying himself, Machida thought. Akaso looked cuter than usual, his cheeks were turning red. The hardworking sunshine probably had too much whisky already.

Machida felt happy, spending time with Akaso like this. It also goes without saying, Machida had a great time at dinner earlier. Akaso’s parents had been so welcoming and the food tasted great too. They had homemade Chashu ramen, one of Akaso’s mother specialties.

He kept teasing Akaso by asking him to say “Chashu” multiple times until his friend realized it was his line in their Super Rich drama. Akaso fought back and called him “freezawa”, a term he discovered fans were using whenever Kurosawa froze in front of Adachi.

Machida pretended he didn’t know what Akaso was talking about.

But for some inexplicable reason, he felt a bit uneasy as the night went on. Akaso’s cheeks gradually turned from pinkish to tomato red, and Machida couldn’t seem to take his eyes off him. Especially when Akaso laughed with his head back, as he recalled a funny story to him, his speech sometimes slurring. And then, now Machida found himself blushing furiously as Akaso stroked Ponta, sleeping on his lap. Machida felt the room becoming too hot. 

“Maybe you should stay over? It’s late.” Akaso said, gesturing at the clock near the living room.

Machida was taken aback, albeit excited at the thought.

“I shouldn’t. I already bothered you too much today.” Machida replied, his voice sounding regretful as soon as he said it.

“C’mon! You’re never a bother at all! I’m so glad you came today.” Akaso said happily, with his eyes half closed, tipsy as hell.

It’s Machida’s first time to see Akaso drunk, even if they had after parties for CM before, Akaso didn’t drink a lot at all. So it was surprising, and a bit unnerving to see a man as charming and calm as Akaso look a little bit helpless, a bit of a mess in front of him. 

“Where’s your room, Akaso-kun? I’ll take you there and I’ll get going afterwards.” 

Machida quickly said,  before he changed his mind.

“No, no! Don’t worry about me Keita, I’ll take myself to bed after I see you off.” Akaso said with a straight face, his cheeks still glowingly red like ripe tomatoes.

Suddenly, without any warning, Akaso got up from where he was sitting. Purely on reflex, Machida stood up too, his hands extended near Akaso. He was worried Akaso kun might pass out at any minute. Ponta, who was already awake, sniffed Akaso as he wagged his tail happily beside him.

Akaso started making his way to the front door, walking like the drunk man that he was, with Machida trailing behind him a few steps away. Machida noticed Ponta’s chew toy on the floor, and immediately imagined Akaso tripping on it. 

Thinking that Akaso could get hurt, Machida decided to grab him by the arm to stop his drunk friend from walking unto Ponta’s toy. The sudden pull made Akaso lose his balance, and he fell straight into Machida’s arms.

“Ah sorry!” Akaso said, his face buried in Machida’s chest. Machida felt Akaso’s hot breath on his shirt. The uneasiness he kept feeling earlier tripled, his heart kept thundering as loudly as it could. 

“I hope Akaso doesn’t hear this,” Machida nervously thought. 

Begrudgingly, he reminded himself that he is NOT fucking Kurosawa for God’s sakes. He knew he was fond of his co-star because of how amazingly cute and funny and kind he was, but it’s more of a brotherly, purely platonic kind of affection. Right???

As Machida tried to calm himself down, Akaso tried to stand up by holding onto Machida’s shirt.

“My bad, Akaso-kun! I thought you might trip so I tried to stop you!” Machida exclaimed, his hands trying to hold on to Akaso so he wouldn't fall.

“Keita!” The devastatingly cute drunk man called him.  

“Hmm?”

“Should I ask you to take responsibility?” Akaso said in a sing-song manner, his eyes looking at Machida as if they were begging him to.

Machida felt his heart burst. Was Akaso-kun flirting with him?

Before he could get an answer, Akaso’s legs already gave in. Machida caught him mid-fall, their faces only an inch apart.

“Keita.” Akaso said, his eyes piercingly, seductively looking at Machida (at least in Machida’s memory).

“Akaso-kun”.

“Keita…”

“A-”

“I-”

Machida gulped. He couldn’t take it anymore. His lips were quivering as he looked at Akaso’s plush lips in front of him, waiting to be kissed.

He gripped Akaso’s arms, wishing he could gain courage from doing so. Machida closed his eyes.

And much to his dismay (and possibly relief?) at the tension finally breaking as his sweet mischievous angel vomited all over him, and passed out.

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A/N:

I thought I can write until I finally got to this point, but here we are. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I had fun writing it! uwu

xo, buri