#that’s fine I can give him more forehead kisses/hj

[vampire-gummys]

Who’s this pretty man I keep doodling in my sketchbook?

[deerlino]

when you say nothing at all ( hjs. )

han jisung | gn!reader

“when hearts collide, even the simplest nights become unforgettable.”

synopsis. on a lazy friday night, you and jisung, best friends since forever, start to realize that maybe, just maybe, there’s more to your relationship than you thought. (1.1k words)

content. fluff, friends to lovers, best friends, movie night, flirting, teasing, romantic tension, mutual pining, first kiss

warnings. mild language, tickling, close proximity, kissing

authors notes. this was super fun to write, i really enjoyed it. hope you love it! sending lots of digital kisses! < 3

It’s one of those lazy Friday nights where you and Jisung find yourselves sprawled out on the couch in his tiny dorm room, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows on the walls. You’ve been best friends since forever, practically inseparable since kindergarten. Through thick and thin, middle school drama, and high school shenanigans, you’ve always had each other’s backs. Now, as college freshmen, nothing’s really changed. Except, you guess, everything has changed.

Jisung throws a popcorn kernel in the air, trying to catch it in his mouth, and predictably misses, the kernel bouncing off his forehead. You laugh, a genuine, belly-shaking laugh that only Jisung can pull out of you. “Nice catch, genius,” you tease, nudging him with your foot.

“Hey, I almost had it,” he grumbles, reaching for another handful of popcorn and munching it absentmindedly. He’s wearing that stupid old hoodie you got him for his birthday two years ago, the one that’s now slightly too small but he refuses to stop wearing. It makes you smile.

“You know,” you start, the words coming out before you can stop them, “you look ridiculous in that hoodie.”

Jisung raises an eyebrow, turning his head to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh yeah? Well, you look ridiculous in general.”

You stick your tongue out at him, a playful scowl on your face. “Real mature, Sungie.”

He grins, that boyish, heart-melting grin that makes your stomach do stupid flips. “You love it.”

Damn it, I do, you think, but instead you just roll your eyes and settle back into the couch. Your heart’s doing that thing again, the weird fluttering that it’s been doing a lot lately whenever you’re around him. It’s annoying and confusing and you don’t like it one bit.

“So, what’s on the agenda tonight, Your Majesty?” he asks, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

You shrug, pretending to be more interested in the TV than in him. “Dunno. I was thinking maybe we could watch that new horror movie? The one everyone’s been talking about.”

Jisung groans dramatically. “Ugh, you know I hate horror movies. They give me nightmares.”

“You’re such a baby,” you say, laughing. “Fine, we can watch something else. But you owe me.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Owe you what?”

“Uh, I dunno. A favor. I’ll cash it in later,” you say, wiggling your eyebrows.

Jisung snorts. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Let’s just watch something not scary, okay?”

You both end up settling on a rom-com, something light and fluffy that neither of you really have to pay attention to. The night wears on, the movie serving more as background noise as you two fall into your usual banter, teasing and joking and just being you. It’s comfortable, easy, like slipping into a pair of well-worn shoes.

But then, out of nowhere, Jisung starts tickling you. It’s something he’s done a million times before, but this time it feels different. Maybe it’s the way his hands linger just a second too long, or the way his eyes look at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. You squirm, trying to get away, but he’s relentless.

“Jisung, stop!” you gasp, laughing so hard your sides hurt. “I swear to god, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna what?” he challenges, his face inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin.

And just like that, the air between you changes. It’s charged, electric, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You stare at him, your best friend, your platonic soulmate, and all you can think about is how badly you want to kiss him.

His eyes flicker down to your lips, and for a moment, you think he might kiss you too. But then he pulls back, his face flushed, and you can’t tell if it’s from the tickling or something else.

“Sorry,” he mutters, sitting back and running a hand through his hair. “Got a little carried away there.”

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the disappointment gnawing at you. “Yeah, no problem. Just… maybe don’t tickle me to death next time.”

He laughs, but it’s not the carefree laugh from before. It’s strained, like he’s trying too hard. “Noted. So, um, what now?”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “I dunno. Want to just… talk for a bit?”

Jisung nods, his eyes meeting yours, and for a second, you think you see something there, something that mirrors what you’re feeling. But then he looks away, and the moment’s gone.

You talk about everything and nothing, about classes and friends and random stupid things that make you both laugh. But underneath it all, there’s this undercurrent of tension, this thing between you that neither of you is brave enough to acknowledge.

Hours pass, the movie long forgotten, and you find yourself lying on the couch, your head resting on Jisung’s shoulder. It’s comfortable, familiar, but at the same time, it feels like you’re on the edge of something terrifying and wonderful.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says softly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you ever think about… us?” he asks, his words hesitant, unsure.

Your heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”

He takes a deep breath, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm. “I mean, like… more than friends. Do you ever think about it?”

Your mind races, a thousand thoughts and feelings crashing into each other. “Yeah,” you admit, your voice trembling. “I think about it all the time.”

Jisung is silent for a moment, and you can feel your pulse pounding in your ears. “Me too,” he finally says, his voice barely audible.

You turn to look at him, your eyes meeting his. “Really?”

He nods, his eyes searching yours. “Yeah. And it’s scary as hell, because I don’t want to lose what we have. But at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about what we could have.”

Your heart feels like it’s about to burst. “Jisung, I—”

But before you can finish, his lips are on yours, soft and hesitant and everything you’ve ever wanted. It’s like the world fades away, and all that exists is the two of you, finally crossing that line you’d been too afraid to acknowledge.

When you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. “Wow,” you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah,” he agrees, his own smile matching yours. “Wow.”

And in that moment, you know that no matter what happens, everything’s going to be okay. Because you have each other, and that’s all that really matters.

© deerlino (est. 280624) ༯ heyo, did you enjoy this piece? if you did, maybe you could reblog, drop a comment, or shoot me an ask to let me know your thoughts. also, feel free to check out my other stuff! thanks a bunch for the support! <3

[imagine-shenanigans]

I'm back once again with thirsty skeleton hours with some classic sans and just SFW for now as a treat

Sans/Reader General Headcanons (SFW)

king of bastards, Sans is a smug, manipulative dickhead.

That's his best quality <3

There's almost no situation where he isn't a little bit of an asshole when he first meets the person he likes, even if you add on a soulmate to that. Whether they're monster or human, Sans is just always a little protective of the people he cares about, so someone new encroaching on that territory makes him do the knife cat face.

He's someone who is very good at making other people comfortable, and he's a generally really friendly guy! But there's a reason that his associated soul color isn't green, despite how nice he is.

It's because he's an asshole.

autism and trauma swag /hj

Once you get under his skin (heh) he's never letting go. He's... not yandere per se (unless I'm doing a yandere version of him but as standard no), but he is someone who clings to the people he loves because he has just. a small bit of a fear of abandonment. super small. not noticeable at all. probably. definitely

It doesn't particularly matter if he likes you or not at first - he's the type to hold a grudge on the surface until his own feelings hit him like a sack of bricks. On that note, expect him to be in denial for awhile too, seemingly going through all stages of grief until he arrives at acceptance. How fast he gets there depends on case to case, but... in the end there's no denying he's absolutely smitten.

Simp

Just about anything you do makes him smile, makes him all warm and fuzzy inside.

He likes seeing sides of you that you don't show often - if you're normally pretty energetic and clean, it's honestly super hot when you wear old sweatpants and a tanktop and eat chips on the couch with a glazed over look in your eyes. You're normally really sweet? Instantly hot under the collar when you let yourself genuinely get angry and yell. (At other people at least. Well. mostly.) He's a guy who loves contradictions, he loves things that are complex, and needs to have something to work his brain around. He loves the type of people that fulfill that need for him in the vein of being a bit of a puzzle.

Big cuddler, bigger menace.

Regardless of if you headcanon sans as tall or short the moment he wants attention and you aren't giving it to him? look out.

If you're alone, he's going to just. nudge himself on in there.

Playing a video game? Okay! just uh, go ahead and play around him while he climbs into your lap and keeps "accidentally" blocking your view while he's readjusting. The random kisses to your neck and collar bones and face? You can't prove its him your eyes weren't on him. In the kitchen making food? immediately wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles between your shoulder blades, clinging like a damn koala. Oh? Oh? Partner want to DO things WITHOUT sans? jail!! jail for partner for one thousand years!!!

If you're in public its so barely contained that its hysterical. He gets jealous easily, but not enough to get angry jealous, just "i want kithkith >:[" kinda way. He'll hold your hand if he wants attention, running his thumb over your skin and giving you these adoring looks and smiles that make your heart melt. He absolutely sits next to you when you go out to eat, and then teleports across from you and then back next to you randomly, unable to decide if he wants to see your face or be touching you. You have to compromise to touching legs under the table.

Not a big PDA guy surprisingly enough. He's all on board with hugs and hand holding, but he prefers to save the kissing and more intimate things for where only he can see. He's okay with forehead and cheek kisses (which he'll give regardless) but he gets absolutely flustered when he's on the receiving end. Cuddles in public are also fine as long as its just him wrapping an arm around you or vice versa. Absolute menace when its back in private though

if he were a cat, he'd be the one that's completely unmovable from your lap, from the back of the couch, etc, until the moment you close a fucking door on him. Paws beneath the door, meowing, whole ordeal.

He doesn't need baths the same way humans do, since his skeleton doesn't produce the same oils, but... honestly he should definitely shower more than he does. By skeleton equivalents he can get pretty narsty, but by human standards he's got decent hygiene. Being with you makes him want to try a little more, but he's also lazy at heart, so he showers every couple days, maybe once a week.

Unless you wanna shower with him [spams the eye emoji]... just kidding! aha... unless?

the moment you say "hey do you wanna take a bath together?" he is busting down the damn door like the kool aid man. its an excuse to cuddle in warm water and spend even more time with you.

He does need time away of course, but he tends to find that in the form of either going to see papyrus, going to grillby's on his own at times, or, as I headcanon for once he's feeling better mentally, back into the science world.

Calls you his spouse way before you're even engaged.

At first its joking like "haha look at my trophy spouse" (but he genuinely feels like he's won something because someone as hot as you is with him - and then you grab his face and harrass him with kisses to tell him you think he's hot), and then it was just easier than girl/boyfriend/datemate, gets to the point where you both genuinely forget you're not married sometimes.

[wooahaes]

shelter

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader

prompt: im depressed bitch

word count: 1.6k~

warnings: depression. self neglect. some shitty depression talks thrown into a conversation. mentions of therapy. unproofread + lowercase intended. also everything from a little before the shower onward was written without glasses on so i can barely see my screen rn

daisy’s notes: i started this one back in late april. might as well finish it. ig wonwoo is one of my emotional support kpop men </3  /hj

“oh, jagi.”

there were little things that wonwoo grew used to in dating you. one of them came early into the relationship, an admission you made yourself once you felt like he wasn’t going to abandon you when you said it: you dealt with depression. even though you insisted that you could handle yourself, that it was genetics working against you because there was a history of it on both sides of your family, he pulled you into his arms long enough to give you a warm hug and to thank you for being honest with him. it didn’t change his opinion of you, and he said that outright: you were still his girlfriend that he cares for. but he became a little more aware, after that, of your moods. of when things started to change. he asked you about therapy, about medication, about what treatments you were going through: none, at the moment. you’d gone through plenty of things before, and nothing seemed to fully work. he left the discussion there on that day: he’d bring up therapy again, one day, but that was a future conversation to be had. pushing you would only make things worse, and you seemed to be fine on your own for the time being.

and yet he noticed when it was getting bad as much as he could. he was busy, and he couldn’t always be around you, but he tried to check on you often. to ask if you’d eaten, to make sure you were taking care of yourself when your texts and calls became less frequent. he had made it a point to at least call you every night, even for a minute or two, just to hear your voice. if nothing else, he’d text you goodnight and promise to call in the morning.

it was bad again. worse than he’s seen you before, because at least you’ve bounced back. it hurt him to see how much you were struggling. you told him had called in sick the past two days, but seeing you? with that distant look on your face, lying in bed with nothing but your blankets wrapped as close as they could be to you? he knew, and that pained, quiet “oh, jagi,” had fell from him before he could think twice about it. you hadn’t moved, instead staring at your phone as you watched something mindlessly.

so it was time for a little self care. wonwoo tugged at your blankets, gently taking your phone from your hands. the bed dipped underneath his weight as he sank down in front of you, gently taking your face in his hands. “when was the last time you ate something?”

you just leaned forward, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. you didn’t answer.

he turned his head, pressing a kiss into your unwashed hair, before pulling you into his arms. he traced shapes onto your back, eyes fluttering shut as he held you for a moment and started to make a plan. either a shower or a bath first, and he could order your favorite food just to entice you into it. or he could call mingyu for a favor, if he was up for it, but wonwoo didn’t think you’d want his friends to see you like this--even though you knew mingyu, and mingyu had seen you when things were stormy before.

“what do you need from me?” he said after he leaned back, looking you in the eyes again. “i can turn the water on so it’ll get warm. do you want me to order something for us to eat?”

“you don’t have to get me food--”

“i haven’t eaten yet, either, so let’s eat together,” he said, thumbs tracing over the apples of your cheeks, “okay?”

he watched you consider it, and then nod as best as you could with him still holding your face. “okay,” you said, gently pulling at his hands. “thank you.”

he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “do you want to take a bath or a shower? if you take a shower, i might join you.”

other times there might be an underlying implication there--either with the intent of acting on it, or just to see the cute way you’d get flustered--but the low, calm tone he said it in was enough to show you it was innocent enough. plus, you knew he had practiced earlier. he was probably tired and sweaty from that.

“a shower would be nice,” you finally said.

wonwoo left you to enter the bathroom, turning on the water so it could be heating up. he’d find one of his spare sets of clothes in a moment, and find something clean for you to wear. there was always a worry in the back of his mind that he was treating you like a child when he came over, when he did your laundry and cleaned your fridge and tidied up--sometimes on his own, sometimes with an equally-worried mingyu who tagged along (and, truthfully, wonwoo would always find it sweet how much his own best friend cared so much about you just because you were important to him). but this was never a one-sided experience: he’d heard about times he’d be busy and you’d show up, let in by one of his friends, to tidy up for him. to make sure his things were in order, that there was at least one home-cooked meal from you waiting for him when he came home (and always extra servings for his friends, whoever could get to them first: he didn’t blame you for not wanting to cook for thirteen). he felt bad that he personally couldn’t return that favor, but you never faulted him for it. you had told him that you’d teach him one day.

you trudged your way into the bathroom soon enough, and wonwoo was gentle when he kissed your forehead before pulling off your shirt. he helped you out of every article of clothing, setting them into a pile to be washed with the next load of clothes he’d do, and you could feel his hand stay at the small of your back when he helped you step into the shower and under the warm water. with a deep breath, you just stood there, letting it all wash over you as wonwoo undressed outside the shower door and then stepped in behind you. he easily pulled you into his arms, shutting his eyes and he buried his face into your hair, the two of you just standing there as the water ran over you.

“we can try therapy again,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“i don’t think it’ll help.”

“would you try it?”

the sound of water droplets hitting the shower filled the space between.

“maybe,” you admitted after a moment. “it didn’t before.”

“just one more,” he whispered against your skin, pressing another kiss into your temple. “and then we’ll try something else.”

“what if i’m just broken?” you shut your eyes, leaning into him. “wonwoo. what if i’m just not meant to be happy?”

he said nothing and pressed another kiss onto your skin.

“sorry,” you mumbled a moment later. “that’s... stupid. i’m being stupid.”

“you’re depressed.” he turned you to face him, taking your face into his hands again. “even if your brain is telling you wrong things, you aren’t doing it on purpose. you’re trying.”

“not enough--”

“but you’re trying.”

you held back a bitter laugh. “barely eating for days and calling in sick to work is trying?”

“you got out of bed on your own,” he smoothed your hair down. “you’re standing here with me. we’re talking.” his wet skin pressed against yours was comforting. “you’re trying. even if you feel like you’re losing now, you’re still here with me. you’re alive. that’s enough.”

that pulled a hiccup out of you, and he pulled you back in tight as the waterworks began to flow. your arms wound tightly around him as you sobbed, and he stood there to carry you through this storm. a quiet “i know” when you told him you were tired of this. another when you told him that you just wanted to stop hurting, to stop feeling like a burden, to be someone better and that you feel like you’ve lost too much time--because he knew that was all you needed. just to be heard the way that every person’s struggles deserved to be listened to. and when the skies were only cloudy, he gently took care of you: carefully washing your hair the way he’d seen you do it in times before, lathering your skin with sweet-smelling soap that reminded you of the vanilla birthday cake he brought you barely a few weeks ago, and leaving you with a innocent kiss over every inch of your face. soon enough, he washed up and helped you dress after toweling himself off, and gently brought you back to your couch.

and as he told you about his day maybe half an hour later, watching you slowly eat your favorite takeout, he felt a little seed of hope get planted in the way you seemed to nod alone more enthusiastically. it wasn’t much--you weren’t the happy you that wonwoo knew you could be--but it was a start. all he could do is help you water it when you didn’t have the strength to do so on your own. if that meant taking care of you in times like these, then he was happy to do it.

wonwoo was a shelter in a storm that you knew would be there when you needed it the most. and for that, you were thankful.

[michu-writes]

hello !! i usually just lurk around tumblr but i really love your writings, they're adorable T__T keep up the good work hun<3

wanted to see of its alr to request a camilo and a fem!s/o who is very touch starved and kind of feels unworthy of all the affection he gives? like, she gets flustered easily and the simplest compliments or the corniest pick up lines can make her just forget to function and when he expresses his love verbally, physically or does lil things like remember the most mundane things, listen to her rambling or give her a small trinket — she tears up or just straight up cries LMAO i wanna see how he would react. some self indulgence since thats usually what i become when friends of mine do stuff like that ehe headcanons are fine ^v^

so sorry for the long-ish ask T__T hope you have a great day, remember to stay hydrated and to stay safe always hehe <33 mwah !!

A/N: YES OMG YES OF COURSE <3! Same though like omg pls- I'm always craving physical affection and I LITERALLY MELT WHENEVER PEOPLE GIVE ME AFFECTION OF SOME KIND!! This was easy to write because I do this too </3 /pos. Thank you anon! You're really sweet ^^

Warnings/genre: Fluff, mentions of crying, physical affection, headcanons, mentions of crying, just cutesy stuff :)

Camilo x touch starved!fem!reader

• CAMILO THINKS YOU'RE SO CUTE AND ADORABLE!!

• He LOVES seeing you flustered and embarrassed so knowing that, he keeps complimenting you more and show a lot of affection towards you

• He might seem chill and a tease on the outside, but on the inside he's just "OMFGSOAJXSJSOCUTEAODHSN"

• Every bit of compliments and love he gives you is true though

• Makes sure that you are loved everyday <33

• If you're in denial with all the affection he gives, he'll literally be like "Say sike right now 🔫" /hj

• Seriously though, he'd do anything to cheer you up, and not talk about yourself like that

• When I say forehead kisses, I mean it

• Kisses on the forehead from your Colombian boyfriend are so MMMMM /pos

• Idk why and how, but his kisses are so damn soft for some reason

• I'm not complaining though ❤️

• It's literally the best kisses for comfort in the entire universe Istg

• They're just enough to make you shed a tear

• It makes you think how you even got him as a boyfriend

• Like he's literally too good for you???

• When you cried for the first time, he got so worried and panicked

"(Y/N)?!?! Are you okay??? Did I say something???? Was it too much???? I'm so sorry!!!!!"

• You gotta just kiss him to reassure him that you're okay 👍

• As much as he doesn't like seeing you cry, he still thinks it's cute on how you cry just by simple affection

• ....Yeah he sometimes goes a little overboard by giving you overwhelmingly a lot of love

• HE DOESN'T MEAN IT IN A STRANGE WAY OR ANYTHING, HE JUST THINKS ITS SO CUTE AND ADORABLE

• But if you tell him to stop, he will of course. He's a gentleman :)

• He will always listen to you rambling on about anything, he loves the sound of your voice anyways

• It's music to his ears

• Will always use cheesy pick up lines on you, even in front of others to make you even more flustered

• He adores the look on your after that, he feels so powerful lmao

• So yeah, he's a total tease about it !

[sweet-dreams-internal-screams]

Study Session HawkXFem!Reader Part 4

Study buddies with benefits has never been more fun ;)

Warnings: swearing, oral(female receiving) HJ (male receiving) weed (eventually anyways) and Violence (karate) P to V

Also for the sake of this making sense let’s pretend that “Miyagi Fang” never split

“You snore really loud wow.” Hawk said to a newly awakened Y/N, she smiled and raised an eyebrow. “I do?” She asked Hawk who started to chuckle “No, I’m just teasing.” He said, causing a strong grin onto both of their faces. Then Y/N let out a sigh, knowing what she said next could cause tension.

“Not to be THAT person…but what are we? Because I don’t think I’m ready for a um boyfriend” She asked. Hawk looked down and licked his lips ready to give an answer Y/N probably didn’t want to hear.

“I’m not ready for a girlfriend yet. You know we could just be, friends who help each other out.” He suggested. Y/N nodded her head in agreement.

“Y/N!!!!! I’m home.” Y/N’s mom yelled out. “Get out.” She said to Hawk who sat up as Y/N jumped out of bed and threw his stuff at him ushering for him to go out the window. “I’ll die!” Hawk exclaimed looking at the drop from the third story window and then back at Y/N. “You’ll be fine, it’s not THAT high!” She whisper shouted. Hawks mouth dropped in shock seeing that she was serious about him jumping. Just then Y/N could hear her mom walking upstairs. “I will murder you and throw you out the window.” She said. Finally they compromised and Hawk hid in her closet.

Y/N’s mom knocked on her door walking in and gave her daughter a kiss on her forehead. “Hey babes, I’m gonna go to bed, long night at the office but if you’re going out today there’s a list of things you could pick up if you have time.” Her mom asked rubbing her eyes clearly sleepy from the long night and early morning. “Sure no problem, I was probably going to study but I’ll run out first.” Y/N said with a mini heart attack starting to form. “Thanks love, have a good Sunday.” Her mom told her closing her door.

“I almost had a stroke.” She sighed plopping onto her bed, while Hawk was coming out of the closet I’m so funny. “Do you need a ride home? I can finish the project.” She asked Hawk. “Sure but I should help you with it. We could meet up around lunch.” He suggested Y/N smiled and pulled on her sweatpants and boots. Y/N walked out of her room, checking to make sure her mom was asleep in her room. She motioned for Hawk to follow her downstairs.

“Thanks for the ride, see you later.” He said winking at her which caused her to lean in and kiss Hawk deeply. “Bye.” She said leaning over him to open the car door.

Y/N went and ran errands for her mom and stopped at the drugstore. She went to the back of the store and grabbed a box of condoms and a bottle of lube, receiving an interesting look from an old lady who was buying a triple XXX magazine and Y/N gave the same look back. “Bitch” she thought then she got a birthday card and and candy bar from the front before handing everything to the clerk.

He looked up from his magazine and scanned the items. She gave him the money and drove back home, she opened the door to her mom leaving “emergency at the office in Littlerock, I’ll be back tomorrow love.” Her mom said rushing out the door.

Another night alone, well not alone

This should be fun

A/N- not the BEST it’ll spice up next part tbh just tired of writing this one next part will be the last!

Part 5 is finished

[freaky-writer-writes]

Kissing headcanons | Kamaboko squad x Gn!reader

Character(s): Tanjirou, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Nezuko, Genya

Fandom: Demon slayer

Pronouns: Gender neutral | They/them

Warnings: Slight manga spoiler on the Nezuko part!

A/N: AYO I JUST FINISHED READING THE MANGA AND IM LEGIT CRYING RIGHT NOW SMH /hj. No spoilers ofc but if you haven't read the manga, do it. Just be fully aware of what's gonna happen, 'cause that shit is crazy and sad asF-

Summary: How the kisses of the Kamaboko squad is like :D! (Btw I can't tell if Genya is in squad, but like I love him so whatever)

Kamado Tanjirou

• Mans so gentle and soft, the kisses would feel so good for your lips

• He loves kissing everywhere on your face

• Especially your forehead and lips

• Like he just want you to feel loved and appreciation??

• He wants to show you how much he loves you, knowing that he will disappear and die one day

• He would kiss you everywhere you go when you're with him like none stop

• It doesn't matter what situation you're in, he will kiss you.

• But of course, he respects your privacy though because he's such an angel

• So if you're not up for any kisses then that is fine!!

• Just know that this bby at least needs 3 kisses a day

Hashibira Inosuke

• This dude omg

• I would give his kisses probably like 5/10 or maybe 6?

• Listen he's very inexperienced with showing affection like this, especially kissing

• The kisses can be messy sometimes

• But poor bby was raised by boars so it's reasonable!

• His favorite spot is your neck

• He just loves the expression on your face when he kisses you in the spot

• He just thinks you look priceless and so happy that he can make you feel the happiness you deserve

• Also, when he does kiss you on the lips, both of your teeth will sometimes crash into each other which can be a little awkward sometimes..

• Anyway he does ask Tanjirou and Zenitsu for advices and stuff

• Once he gets more used to these kind of stuff, he gets better and better at it

• Just know that he also loves nose kisses from you

• It tickles him sometimes and his childish giggling when you do it is so cute!!

• He'll be like "Again." like a spoiled cute brat

Agatsuma Zenitsu

• He's very shy at kisses and panics a lot, a happy panic

• He gets so excited when you kiss him, he gets so red

• He loves feeling his lips on yours, it makes him feel safe and relieves his stress, you know?

• Like Tanjirou, he's also very thoughtful. He gives kisses because he loves you, and because that he knows that he will loose you someday, or the other way around

• He wants you to know how much he appreciates you!!

• He loves kissing your hand and lips

• He just loves the softness and warmth of your hand

• He would hold it and caress it gently first before giving it a little peck

• As for your lips, it's so soft

• The kisses are mostly gentle and quiet, you both just enjoying the moment

• The kisses are honestly so cute 🥺

• He's panicking inside though but again, happy panic 😎

• He would go on and ramble about it all the time with his friends Istg

Kamado Nezuko

• Since she's a demon, she sadly can't kiss you because of the bamboo thingy on her mouth :((

• Though, she would still try either way and just press the bamboo onto your lips which you find pretty funny and cute

• She will try kissing you no matter what >:C

• Anyways, she adores when you kiss her forehead

• It makes her feel loved and accepted since she's a demon

• She gets kinda impatient with kissing

• She wants it, she got it

• Manga spoiler btw!!

• When she was able to speak again, she kissed you literally everywhere and got so happy!

• She would actually kiss you non stop until she gave up

• She just loves you a lot okay?

• This cinnamon roll just needs her kisses

Shinazugawa Genya

• He might look tough and scary on the outside, but he's a total soft boy on the inside which is why I love him

• He'd be so red and shy when it comes to kisses, receiving and giving

• He'll be thinking about it for the whole day

• Like the kiss would not get out of his mind

• He would just hide his face embarrassed in the crook of your neck

• He actually loves your kisses so much

• They're so soft and warm

• He would chuckle and giggle sometimes

• Just like Zenitsu, he loves kissing your hand because they're soft and smol compared to his

• He'd be extra gentle and make sure not to mess up in any way

• He just wants to be perfect aww 🥺

[rudystopit]

Reader gives a sleeping Eraserhead a hj (consent)

sorry this one isnt as long as the others. i just started my job today and i just got back from vacation. thanks!! -ru

warnings: nsfw, husband au, handjob, slight oral, overstimulation, and kinda dub con.

wc: 1k

You sat at the dining room table, looking out at the empty street. You held your glass of wine, once in awhile taking a sip. Diner sat in the oven to stay warm. You waited for him to come limping back home any second now.

You waited for your husband to come home after his shift patrolling. He probably wouldn’t even want diner. He taught all day then had to work again that night. It doesn’t help that he had been thinking about you all day. he thought about how you always waited for him to get home and how you looked tired by still wanted say goodnight.

Aizawa thought about everything he wants to do to you. He walked down the dark street thinking about all the ways he dreamed of fucking you in. His face gets red and his uniform’s pants start getting uncomfortable. He thought about your beautiful body and soft skin. He walking became a fast walking. He thought about how you were probably sitting at the table wondering where he was and if he was ok. He started planning to fuck you right on the table when he got home.

You sigh and look down at the glass. The red liquid swirled around as you take the glass to your lips. You rest your head on your hand as you think about your hero husband.

The front door slamming opening made you jump a mile but when your gaze was met with aizawa’s sleepy one, your heart slowed down. You got up from the spot at the table. He weakly smiled as you wrap your arms around him. He kisses your forehead. You stood on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss. Your stomach feeling something push against it. You pull away from the kiss. He leans down and kisses you again.

“Shota?” You pull away. “What has gotten into you,” you giggle as he picks you up and walks you to the living room. He lays you gently and liters you neck with soft kisses. His eyes start shutting as he slowly lays down on you. “Shota, we can go to bed if you want?” my

“No, no, it’s fine, I just-“ he says waking himself up. He yawns and lifts your shirt up to kiss you stomach.

you stop him and he gives up a sad look. “Here, let me,” you sit up and push him back. He sits comfortably on the couch as your hand slips into his pants. he sighs as your hand grazes his hardened member. you pull him out as he shifts to move his pants slightly down. the cold air hit aizawa like a punch to the gut.

he sharply inhales. You hand runs along the bottom side of his dick. He shifts to get comfortable. You make a fist around him. You slide you hand up and down his sensitive cock.

your index and thumb twist around his red tip while your free hand rubs the base. you caress your thumb over his tip. a light groan comes from the back of his throat. you bring your lips to kiss cheek and plant soft kisses around his stubbled chin. you swirl your thumb around his tip a few times, letting his pre cum spread around your fingers. he turns his head to look at you. his sleepy eyes barely able to keep open. he lazily kisses you while you start pumping him.

he slightly moans into the kiss. he pulls away and closes his eyes. you continued your movements watching his chest rise and fall. you quicken your hand as you watch his breathing get heavier. his closed eyes tighten and his nose scrunches up. you slow down your movements and his face relaxes. his breathing goes back so a slowly, steady rythme.

you continued at a the slow pace while kissing his neck. you found a soft spot and sucked on it till he let out a groan. you moved to another spot higher up on his neck and left little red and purple marks all over. you pulled away to look at your handy work and quickened your hand’s speed. he stiffens as he tries to keep his breathing steady. you watched as he struggled to keep calm. once his face scrunched up again you slowed down your pace.

you lean down and kiss him. you kiss his cheek and down to his chin. you kisses his lips again and looked down at your hand. pre cum had leaked down his shaft while you pumped him, spreading it up and down his length. you lean down and put your head on his shoulder.

“you get all worked up on your way home but then when you get here you’re too tired to fuck me,” you whisper. “you lazy man,” you kiss a purple spot on his neck. “you make me jerk you off while you sleep. but what about me? what do i get?” you whine.

“if you don’t shut up and let me sleep, i’m not gonna be happy in the morning,” he grumbles.

you scoffed and quicken your movements. he spreads his legs wider as you move your hand up and down his length. his stomach tightens as his breathing becomes uneven. you slow down your pace as he curls his toes in anger.

you keep at the slow pace as you whisper into his ear. you tell him how you miss how he stretches you out and how good he makes you feel. he stopped reacting to the things you say. you started to moan into his neck hoping to work him up more. you quicken the pace and kept moaning. you feel his jaw clench and his stomach tighten. you keep the pace as he grips on to the couch.

he let out a low groan as his cum runs down your hand. you pant into his ear while he finishes. you continue to pump him to ride out his high. he breathing was heavy but once he calmed down he opens his eyes. you remove your hand from him and get up to leave.

“ay, clean up the mess!” he yells.

you smile and sink to your knees in front of him. he straightens up and rolls his eyes. you drag you tongue along the bottom of his dick. he sharply inhales. you swirl you tongue around the tip. you look up at him with innocent eyes and he just glares back with his sleepy ones. you sink your head lower on him. he grabs a fist of your hair.

“i get it ok,” he grumbles. “let’s just go to bed,” you stand right up and wake to your bedroom. he stands up and fixes himself. he caught up to you, give your ass a slap.

“you’re a lazy man, shouta,” you laugh and crawl into bed.

[zevexsii]

Miinsy here! :p, Could you do an Idv request of Joseph, Andrew, And Antonio ( separately ) have a very curvy/thicc fem! s/o? (sfw & nsfw ( or slight!nsfw if ur too uncomfy with it!))

nsfw is completely fine hun! these might be a bit short, sorry :( i tried to focus on the prompt but then it became more generalized :sob:

andrew, joseph, and antonio with a curvy fem s/o

cut for length and nsfw content!

andrew kreiss (sfw)

hooooo boy. andrew already thinks you’re an angel. he isn’t picky about body types and puts more stock in personality; he has a hard enough time believing people are being genuinely kind to him and actually want him around.

you’re skinnier? great! you’re chubbier? poggers!! you’re somewhere between the two? wonderful! he loves you no matter what and would give you the world, if you weren’t his world already.

cuddle him!! andrew already yearns to be held, but now he’s got the perfect pillow. 

andrew has a lot of suppressed emotions, he never really had the space or tools to deal with the results of the abuse that’s been inflicted upon him his entire life, so he suffers from oddly terrifying nightmares that he can’t quite place. the best method he’s found to combat his night terrors is going to sleep in your arms with his face buried in the safety of your shoulder/upper chest and knowing that you’ll be there to comfort him should he wake with shaking hands and a pounding heart.

if you run your fingers through his hair or rub his back, he’s falling asleep immediately. i don’t make the rules. 

kiss !! his !! forehead !! andrew is super insecure. we been knew. he has firsthand experience with how shitty the world can be, and no matter how much affection you give him in the beginning, doubt will still linger. reassure him that you think he’s perfect. tell him how much he means to you. you wouldn’t want to replace him, right?

whenever andrew gets up normally or one of y’all have a match he does Not want to get up. his exact thought process is “hnnf. wifey soft.”

then he’s fully conscious and blushes for a solid hour afterwards /hj. 

andrew kreiss (nsfw)

andrew is generally touch starved, which could easily slip into hypersexaulization, which just makes him all the more frantic. but not in a horrible way?

well that, and he’s got a hard time controlling the thoughts that run rampant through his brain when you stretch out a certain way or the collar of your top shifts just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the soft skin below.

top him. andrew was unsurprisingly a virgin when he came to the manor and has barely any knowledge of sex, so you’re going to have to go easy on him, too. as he gets more comfortable he might be a soft dom every now and then.

he’s so whiny underneath you; every slight touch makes him whine and subconsciously curl his toes. every bit of loose praise that falls from your lips pushing him closer to the edge. 

andrew clings to you the entire time; you make him feel so safe; wanted. needed, even. when you ride him he’s gasping for breath between unhinged mewls and whines, gripping your hips with his calloused hands as tightly as he can while you unravel him. 

sit on his face. do it. he’s obsessed with how soft your thighs are, and being surrounded by you makes him feel like he’s in heaven. 

andrew takes any opportunity he can to bury his face in your breasts; another soft, safe place. 

he loves you sm hon. it’s so precious i can’t take it nsdfsdkjf.

joseph desaulniers (sfw)

peepaw  joseph is absolutely enamored with you, dear. 

smooth french compliments send the blood right to your cheeks, giving joseph a rather insufferable smirk for the rest of the day. 

to get back at him, wear his clothes. it’ll make him short circuit. 

joseph isn’t incredibly cuddly all of the time, he has more spontaneous moods where he craves the feeling of you in his arms, or even your arms around him! he may put up a little bit of a huffy front when you ask to hold him, but he loves it <3

these moods end in cuddle sessions that last for hours and joseph whining if you have to leave.

“chérie.. are you sure you have to leave now? please... stay a little longer.”

joseph desaulniers (nsfw)

he’s the perfect mix of gentle and tantalizingly rough. he’ll get rough at first; only thinking about how he can coax those delicious sounds out of you as he slams into you from behind. he mellows out just a few minutes before he cums; this is an act of love, after all. 

so damn handsy. and joseph knows exactly how to use his hands, too. 

he’ll praise you as he fucks you; telling you how good it feels to be inside of you while he drags his nails up your thighs and marking the side of your neck like no tomorrow.

suck him off and let some of his cum drip out of your mouth and onto your chest; it’ll burn the image into his brain for days.

antonio paganini (sfw)

very chill about everything. antonio’s had his fair share of partners, albeit most of them were one night stands; he tended to focus more on his musical career than romantic pursuits.

his main focus is definitely not on anyone’s physical form, unless he’s in a match with them.

antonio loves the way you look though! don’t get me wrong.

likes to take bubble baths with you :) 

antonio paganini (nsfw)

has soft dom energy but enjoys tying you up or restraining you with his hair. 

enjoys leaving marks all over your chest and hips; especially if someone has managed to pull out his possessive side recently. 

he’ll hum in content when he sees you writhing and whimpering underneath him; he’s also got quite the size kink.

you’re going to have to be patient and settle for antonio’s long fingers before he can reward you; he wants you completely undone before he can sink his cock into you. 

[dreamescapeswriting]

Under Pressure ~ HJS [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

GENRE:  Stressed reader, angst with a fluffy ending, establish-relationship, Sweet boyfriend Jisung

PAIRING: Jisung x Fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy this sweetie! @crispy-chan

The moment Jisung walked into the cafe he knew there was something wrong with you, normally you would rush over to him with a smile across your face ready to greet him and get him sat down but today you were nowhere to be seen. You worked in a small cafe just around the corner from the JYP building so whenever Jisung had a break or some free time he would dress up in a cap, glasses and mask to come and meet you, it had been that way since the start of your relationship. It wasn't often that you got to spend time alone together so you took every opportunity you could to get together.

"Take a seat, I'll be with you in just a moment," A new worker said as he took Jisung over to a booth, Jisung kept glancing around the cafe. It wasn't that large so there weren't that many places that you could have been hiding from him, you couldn't have been on your break since it was a rush time in the cafe. The time was busiest since everyone wanted to have something to eat before heading to their offices for the rest of the afternoon.

"If you're looking for Y/n, she's in the back." The manager said as she caught Jisung looking around, of course, she knew who he was since he came into the cafe frequently enough. 

"Go back and see her, she looks tired though." Jisung knew you'd been a little more stressed than usual lately because you had assignments and exam's coming up but you were smart there was nothing you couldn't handle. 

"Thanks," He mumbled heading through the kitchen door and towards the small office you were cramped inside of with books surrounding you.

"This is where they keep the princess?" He chuckled sitting down beside you on one of the chairs and staring at the books that were in front of you. You must have been so lost in the words as you hadn't even noticed someone sitting next to you until Jisung touched your cheek. 

"Shit!" You screamed out jumping back on the seat and looking at him, your eyes were wide with fear and Jisung laughed softly. 

"You didn't hear me?" You shook your head, greeting him with a quick peck on the cheek before looking back down at your book. There were five exam's you were crunching for this week and not one of them was going to leave you enough time to also finish four assessments that you had to write up. Everything felt as though it was piling up on top of you, Jisung reached his hand out and touched yours instantly making you feel calmer with the smallest of touches. 

"Relax, you're ready for these exams." He whispered encouragingly to you as he began to rub your knuckles softly, he knew how hard you were on yourself about things but he didn't want you to start beating yourself up over anything.

"When was the last time you got some sleep? I mean real sleep, not what you and Chan call sleep," He mumbled as he watched you, your eyes had bags underneath them so he knew you hadn't slept well for days. 

"I slept last night," You lied. He knew you were lying since you wouldn't look at him and you scratched the base of your neck it was your give-away sign. 

"Want me to come around tomorrow? I'll cook us something to eat and we can study together...I'll ask you questions," You smiled at the thought of him helping you study despite having no idea what you had to do for those exams. 

"That would be great...But can you get-" He kissed your lips to stop you from asking if he could get the time off, if it was for you he would do anything in his power.

"Consider me already there, no go home and get some real sleep." He begged you as he looked at you, cupping your face in his hands while he rubbed his thumb under your eyes. You snuggled into his touch enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours, 

"I have another shift, I only had a two-hour break to cram some studying into. I'll go home after," You promised as he got up from the chair to walk him out, Jisung knew from the wording of your sentence that you would go home but that didn't mean you would rest.

"Just promise me you'll get rest," You nodded at him, quickly kissing him before heading over to the till to help your manager take orders and serve the customers that were inside. 

Jisung sighed to himself as he watched you plaster on a fake energetic smile for people and he headed out of the cafe wondering what he was going to have to do to get you to sleep.

The next day Jisung had text you non-stop to find out what you wanted him to cook and what time you wanted him to come around to the apartment but there had been no responses from you for the last four hours. 

"Maybe she's asleep or doing some studying," Chan tried to calm down Jisung's racing thoughts but he'd been worried about you since leaving the cafe yesterday. After seeing the state you were in he couldn't help but be filled with worry that you were going to end up crashing or passing out from exhaustion. 

"Babe, I got the ingredients for your favourite meal and Felix made brownies for us to share," Jisung announced as he unlocked the door to your apartment with his spare key but there was no response. He knew you were home because your favourite pair of shoes were by the door and your lights were all on, 

"Babe?" He called out, taking off his shoes and heading into the kitchen where he saw a cold pot of tea sitting on the side with some tablets that were open. Paracetamol and ibuprofen were sitting there with a half-drunken glass of water, he hated the thought of you having a headache as much as he hated the fact that you were staying awake so much.

"Y/N?" He whispered as he walked further into the apartment in case you were asleep somewhere you shouldn't have been and that was when he saw you. Fast asleep with your head laying on top of your textbooks, highlight in hand as you snored softly. He sighed to himself as he walked over to you, you were out cold.

"What am I going to do with you?" He chuckled to himself as he got closer to you, spotting that you had a sticky note pressed against your face and a bright coloured highlighter marker on your cheek. 

"Cute," He whispered making sure to snap a photo of the moment before he attempted to move you to your bedroom.

"Here we go," He grunted as he laid you down in the bed, carefully taking off your jeans so you wouldn't have to sleep in the horrible fabric, he pulled the sheets over your body before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

"Sleep well beautiful," He said before leaving the room to go and clean up your apartment. It was the least he could since it was in such a mess, you must not have had much time to clean between, work and studying and he didn't blame you. Beginning in the dining room where he had found you he started by collecting your notes together, sliding everything into the correct books before leaving to go and clean up the kitchen. 

Waking up to the smell of cooking you sat up in bed, holding your head as the headache still hadn't left yet.

"Fuck," You whispered to yourself as you kicked yourself out from the bed only to remember the last thing you had been doing was waiting for your tutor to call you on the laptop at the kitchen table and now you were in bed with no pants on.

"Shit!" You yelled out running into the hallway and into the kitchen to see Jisung standing over the over stirring something in a large pot, he jumped when he heard you running to your laptop that was now shut down and everything was cleared away. 

"Where are my notes?! Did my tutor call?! Why are you here?!" Your voice was hoarse as you panicked at Jisung but this only filled him with more worry as he thought you were getting sick. 

"I came in and you were asleep so I cleaned up for you, I figured it was no big deal-"

"No big deal?! Jisung I had a fucking meeting to be at! Did you not think about that when you moved me?!" You snapped as you began trying to load your laptop up as fast as you could,

 "No, I was too busy worrying my girlfriend had overworked himself," He answered snarkily as he poured some soup into a bowl and brought it over to the table for you but you didn't even thank him or glance away from your laptop. 

"Great! Just fucking great I missed my meeting and now I'm going to be behind on the studying!" As you yelled out in frustration you went to pull your legs into your chest, knocking the table ultimately knocking the soup over and spilling it over your books. 

"Fuck sake Jisung!" You screamed picking up the books and trying to clean them before the hot liquid ruined the notes and books that you desperately needed. 

"Y/n, calm down." Jisung tried to take the books from you to help but you let tears roll down your face as you saw everything that was inside was ruined, notes smudged over that was unreadable, pages were sticking together. Everything you had been working so hard on was gone within seconds. 

"This is your fault! Why should I calm down?! Why are you even here!?" You snapped once again, throwing the books down onto the table as you cried to yourself. The stress of your exams, working and your lack of sleep all finally hitting you at once as you broke down into a pool of tears, Jisung let out a breath as he saw you. He knew you weren't mad at him so he wasn't going to get upset over you yelling at him, 

"For this exact reason, you're too stressed...You haven't been sleeping Y/n...I came by to help," You shook your head as you stared at the ruined notes, 

"Everything is gone, I'm going to fail my exams." You whimpered as Jisung pulled you into his embrace and kissed the top of your head trying to remind you that it was going to be fine but you kept shaking your head and telling him that everything was gone. 

"You're so smart Y/n, you already know everything that was going to be in the exam." He whispered, kissing the top of your head as he tried to get you to calm down but nothing was going to work. The tiredness you were experiencing with the small cold you were getting was making you overreact to everything and right now it was the end of the world as you knew it.

"You don't get it because you never had to do this! Not all of us can just get out of school and just go on to be famous!" You snapped at him, trying to push him away as you sobbed into your hands but he wasn't going to let you go that easily.

When you woke up again you were curled up against Jisung in your bed, his arms were wrapped around you tightly as he snored and you whined feeling sweaty from being so close to him.

"You're finally awake?" You stared at Jisung confused as he questioned you, 

"What do you mean finally?" He sat you both up as he looked at you sighing, 

"You passed out after eating dinner with me and it's been a day since. You've been in and out of sleep since, waking up to pee and drink water." He looked at you with sad eyes, reaching up to feel how hot your skin was and smiling to himself as he realised you weren't as hot as you were the day before. 

"Your temperature's gone down so that's good." You looked at him with a frown and he kissed your forehead softly, 

"I'm sorry for yelling at you," You mumbled as you remember everything that had happened the day before, yelling at him for something you had done. 

"Don't worry about it. Your tutor called and I explained that you were sick, he's extending your assessments and allowing you to retake the exams when you're better." A wave of relief washed over you as you looked at Jisung, no idea how you were ever going to thank him for what he did. 

"I'll never stop thanking you," You snuggled into him, kissing his shoulder as he shook his head at you. 

"Just make sure you get enough rest, that's the only thanks I need." He told you as he held you closer to him.

Tagline: @taestannie​ @kneel-begyourpardon​ @acciocriativity​ @sw33tnight​ @that-anxious-bisexual​

[binniesthighs]

❀on a summer’s eve | reader x hyunjin | ❀

or, a sequel to on a winter’s day 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x hwang hyunjin 

Genre: the fluffiest smut 

Tags: confident!reader, shy!hyunjin, dancer au, college au, softnsubby!hyunjin, dom!reader,  fluffy established relationship, comfort fic, slow-ish burn, popsicle/temperature play, face sitting, orgasm denial, oral (m & f receiving), choking, nipple play, dressin’ up hj like the pretty boy he is, praising, unprotected sex (be safe loves!), cockwarming

Word count: 5k 

There are many things about Hyunjin that seem like they must be too good to be true. Often, you’d find a chuckle slipping past your lips thinking about how you must’ve done something world saving in your past life to deserve someone as unbelievable as him. 

Gone were the days when you would plead for him to stay just a little while longer so you could savor just a couple more moments with him. Now, he was all yours. The nuisances of your feelings for him had dissipated like the little snowflakes that would melt into his skin. 

“I want to stay with you like this forever.” 

Hyunjin would draw little pictures into your skin when you would hold him in your arms. It was otherworldly how his bare body felt against yours as your limbs would be woven into the thin sheets of your bed. The two of you would wonder at the glow stars on your ceiling as if they were real constellations, and he would tell you every little thing about his day, or the songs that he wanted you to listen to. 

During the cold months, he promised you that he would take you to see the real stars, not just the inkling of them that you could barely see due to the city’s glow. Hyunjin would actually make dozens of promises to you, so many, that you had lost track: 

I promise to never miss you dance 

I promise to share everything with you 

I promise to hold you as tight as I can 

I promise to keep you company when you are sad 

I promise to hold your hand when it’s cold, and when it’s warm 

I promise to take you to the sea 

I promise to take you to the stars 

✦✧✦✧

Hyunjin’s silvery blonde hair whipped at the slide of his face, getting little strands stuck in his mouth. Every once and a while you would hear him make little pah pah pah sounds to get it unstuck from his lips. It was partly his fault: he was the one that wanted the car window open. To your right, the great expanse of the sea stretched for as far as your eyes could fathom, and the foamy waves bubbled at the shore. It had been years since you had consumed the ocean’s aquamarine color. 

The summer warmth kissed your skin as you outstretched your hand out from the window to wave your hand in the airstream. The outline of our hand traced the shimmering waves, pretending that you had become one with them. 

You rested your chin on the windowsill, feeling Hyunjin’s hand reach out to you and squeeze your thigh. From the corner of your eye, you knew that he must have been smiling. His long fingers interlaced with yours and he pulled your hand to dote a tiny kiss on it. 

“This has to be my favorite place!!” Hyunjin raised his voice over the wind. “Do you like it?” 

“I love it!!!” you rang both of your hands in the air, motioning to the gorgeous scenery in front of you: it was the perfect little sea-town hugging the coast, built a little to hills which were adorned with blooming wildflowers and the greenest trees. 

“I can’t wait to share it all with you.” His adorable little smile shone back rivaling  warmth of the setting sun. 

✦✧✦✧

The waves were loudest in your ears once you had reached the beach with gravel crackling under the tires. Seeing as it was nearly dinner time, the beach had cleared out slightly, leaving only a few beach-goers with their rainbow umbrellas and neon colored folding chairs. In front of you was the most breathtaking sunset that you had likely seen in all of your life: it appeared to be so impossibly real that you surmised that your brain tricked you into thinking you had dreamt it into reality. 

“wow.” you gasped. 

For being one that loved hearing the sound of your voice, there were often times when you were left speechless, and when you were, you would never forget. 

Your fingers reached out to the glass of the windshield, following the way that the sky faded from sapphire blue, to azure, to burnt orange and red, then to pure white and yellow. A stripe of the sunset reflected upon the horizon that sparkled. 

“Are you ready?” Hyunjin tucked a rogue strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“Mmhm.” 

ding-ding-ding went the opened car doors. 

Hyunjin slicked his sweating roots under a cap, then grabbed out his camera. The humidity that rolled of the ocean flooded your pores and made your whole body swell with warmth. Your boyfriend fiddled with his camera settings with the sunset behind him, and you thought to yourself for the millionth time: he really was pure art. 

His sleeveless shirt flapped at his sides where he held your hand and the heat from both of your bodies intertwined as you padded though the burning sand. You couldn’t remember the last time that you had felt the sand between your toes. 

“Is it okay if I can take pictures of you?” Hyunjin shyly asked, squeezing your hand. 

“Of course you can.” you allowed. “But! You have to let me take pictures of you as well! That’s my condition.” 

Hyunjin groaned a little in retaliation. “You know that I don’t like--” 

“--Jinnie, trust me, if you were in my head, you’d know how much I’m loosing my mind over how gorgeous you look here.” 

“Nooo...I don’t think so--” 

“I mean it!! Would you please let me show you?” 

Hyunjin worriedly crossed his brows. 

If only he knew what a fool for him you were.  

With little warning, you launched yourself into his arms, nearly tackling the both of you to the ground. 

“Hwang Hyunjin you are the prettiest boy that ever lived!! And I love youuuuuu!!” 

Your boyfriend’s flushed face wrinkled into a smile and the little smile lines around his nose made your favorite appearance. 

He laughed out, “And I love you tooooo!!!” then gave a peck to your forehead. “Fine, you can take pictures of me...but can we just keep them to ourselves?” 

“Oookay then, if that’s what you would like.”

Tenderly, he cradled your face in his hands, holding your eyes with his own, then pressed his forehead to yours. 

“Thank you for being my safe place.” 

His whispers faded into the sound of the ebbing waves. 

The setting sun warms your whole body when he leans in to kiss you with lips parted slightly. You must have kissed him hundreds of times, but it never changed. Each kiss with him was like the first: as if he cared for nothing else in the world, only you. When the two of you became one like this, you felt whole; bathed in the sense of utter peace that he would give to you. He found himself in you, pouring his love in every one of his fluttering kisses, and you would give it back, telling him wordlessly that he made up your world. 

Hyunjin’s tongue slowly tested your bottom lip, eliciting a tiny squeak from your mouth, barely audible. 

“Shouldn’t we save that for later?” You giggled into him. 

He returned with an embarrassed little smirk to you. “I just...wanted to kiss you somewhere beautiful.” 

You snuck your hand between the two of you, stealthily grasping the camera strap that hung loosely around his neck. 

“I wanna go first!! 

✦✧✦✧

Hyunjin tugged you out to the ocean, closer and closer until your feet sunk into the sand underneath you. By now, the red sun was nearly fully set into the horizon, and the two of you stood soaking up the last bits of its essence. 

You slung  your arm around Hyunjin’s waist, gripping hard. “Well, we’re getting in aren’t we??” 

“We’re what?!” 

“I hope you don’t mind getting wet!!” 

The blonde boy stumbled after feeling your hand grasp around his wrist to pull him into the water. 

“Wait wait wait!!!” He yelped with wide eyes. “My-my clothes?!” 

You stomped into the white crests, splattering droplets all over your jean shorts. “There’s towels in the car!” 

The deeper you got, the more shocked Hyunjin became, and only held tighter to your hand. 

“Come on,” you hushed, “I promise I won’t let go ‘Jinnie.” 

Your boyfriend adorably gulped, following your steps until the water adhered the fabric of his clothes to his body. Of course, you pretended not to notice how they hugged him, but this was no easy task. 

“It’s not as cold as I thought it would be.” Hyunjin nervously laughed out. 

The two of you walked on, at least until you were able to stand with the water draping over your shoulders. For a couple moments, you simply stood, letting the waves pass by you and the current suspend your bodies. He had wrapped his arms around you, holding on tight light you might float away. 

“Thank you for bringing me here.” Your pruned fingers ran up and down his arms. 

He sighed out with a tiny smile, “I had to keep my promise.” 

“Can we...kiss again? I think it’s--ya know--really beautiful here too.” 

Hyunjin answered you by pulling you into his body and angling the back of your neck up to meet his lips. It was a little hypnotic even, feeling so lightheaded from his affectionate kisses and the water bobbing your bodies up and down lightly. Something about it all gave you goosebumps. Hyunjin’s lips tasted very faintly of the sea salt while he pressed smiling gifts upon yours. 

Distantly, you thought that you had heard the shriek of a seagull, but it turned out to be something much different: 

“Ewwww MOM they’re kissing!!!” 

✦✧✦✧

Hyunjin would go on to fulfill another promise to you that evening when he suggested that the two of you eat dinner outside: out in the little garden that looked as if it hadn’t been tended to in years, but still held some kind of whimsical magic to it. In many ways, how the weeds and mosses would cover the stone pathways and underbrush made it appear forest-like. 

The garden wasn’t the largest, and held no more than a couple flowering bushes, some lanterns and a well-loved hammock. As he grilled the vegetables for you both, he told you to sit back and just...look up. 

Dawn had faded into night, and blanket of darkness consumed the sky. However, it wasn’t desolate in the slightest, but rather was splashed with the most magnificent array of twinkling white stars. In the opaque city sky, you hadn’t ever seen them as brilliant. 

Hyunjin rocked you back and forth on the hammock, arm wrapped around your shoulder while you admired them together. 

“Miss the glow stars?” He breathed out a teasing chuckle. 

“-Nah, this puts them to shame.” 

“I wish we could always see them like this.” 

A contented silence filled between you, and your eyes traced the shapes in the sky trying to make out the constellations that you knew. 

“I think you’re making this my favorite place, Hyunjin.” 

He giggled, “I haven’t even shown you my favorite part.” 

✦✧✦✧  

“I actually...you’re the first one who I’ve ever shown this.” Hyunjin fiddled with the door handle at the end of the hallway, poking a key into the lock which was tied around a red string. 

“Huh, this feels a little familiar right? You hiding some kind of colossal mess in there like when I showed you my apartment for the first time?” 

He tittered sweetly, “No, it’s not like that.” 

“Ahhh come on, I’m dying to know!!” 

At last, he swung the door open with a creak, revealing the pitch black room. He flung the light switch on.

“When we would come visit here over the summers, this room was all for me.” 

Hyunjin’s voice echoed and bounced off the walls of the nearly entirely empty room. It was furniture-less, save for one corner which stored a velvety and cushy looking chair on a circular rug. A little basket next to the chair held a couple children’s books. There was yellow sticky-tack that had bled into the paper of the crayon-pictures that dressed the walls nearby the chair. 

“Did you...draw these?” 

“Mm-yeah, a long, long time ago...I know, I know, they’re super cringey.” 

“No, I think that they’re super cute.” 

“...thanks.” He blushed. 

“So was this like your playroom or something?” 

“Yeah, kinda like that.” 

“How come it’s so...empty?” 

Hyunjin looked out past you, to the windows on the opposite wall. The giant glass panels ran from floor to ceiling, and you could see nearly the whole sea-town from where his summer home was situated on a hill. The yellow glow of lights form other homes flowed down the hillside like a collection of fireflies. Further out, the crescent moon illuminated the ocean. 

From the light of the room contrasting with the evening’s darkness, the windows appeared mirror-like. 

Then, you knew. 

“Is this...where you would dance?” 

He nodded solemnly. 

“I think I figured out that I wanted to be a dancer here. I would look out there at night, and there was something deep down inside me that just knew. Before I even knew how to dance, I would sorta just, move around in here, listen to music. It’s kind of...embarrassing--” 

“--No! No, it’s not! I think, I think that it’s beautiful. Don’t feel embarrassed.” 

Hyunjin tangled his fingers among yours, “Can I dance for you?” 

“Yes. Of course.” You smoothed down a couple silvery strands. 

“Okay.” 

First, he tore off his cotton tee. 

“Woah there!!!” In your surprise, your eyes greedily ate him up as you stifled your laughter. “I thought you were dancing, not stripping.” 

Your boyfriend impatiently rolled his eyes at you. “It’s part of the dance.”  

“Ahhhhh.” 

“You’ll see.” 

He set to work finding the song on his phone, and you pretended to be heavily invested in your strawberry popsicle you had brought along. It was your own fault that you stung your teeth trying to take a bite, realizing that Hyunjin’s bare chest was just a little too distracting. 

He kicked off his slippers, saying, “This is the one I’ve been telling you about, the one that I’ve been choreographing for a while.” 

“M’kay!” You huddled down into the chair to fold up your body, now getting hotter by the second. Two more strawberry licks and you hoped to cool down. 

“It isn’t finished yet...so...” 

“Go ahead! I’m sure that it’ll be amazing.”

Hyunjin let out a determined little huff before inhaling deeply and flaring up every muscle on his sculpted chest. The music began to play, then his expression dropped to dead serious, just as it would every time he would start his movements. There was nothing but pristine focus in his brown eyes. 

It was nothing new to you, but every time that Hyunjin would dance for you, it was like you were seeing him do it for the first time. After all, his dancing was one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place. 

He had a way of turning himself into the music. It was like he was no longer human, but fluid water, leaves in the wind, snowflakes wafting in streetlights. The inhuman way that he would tense every muscle in his body to lift himself from the ground almost like a sparrow was utterly breathtaking. 

Hyunjin’s bare feet hit the floor with a thud as he spun himself around, and his sharp inhales met each beat. The song didn’t have any lyrics, but it was as if his body was filling the room with words; telling a story with his body. 

Two drips from your nearly uneaten popsicle waterfalled down your hand. Conversely, two drips of sweat fell down Hyunjin’s body where he finished his dance curled into a ball against the floor. The room was filled with silence and his shallow breaths. 

“Hyunjin...oh my god, that was...” 

“I know, it’s really rough, I’m still working out the middle part--” 

“--I-its unbelievable! I-I mean, you’re unbelievable!” 

“Really?” 

“Yes! Really.” You rose to attack his sweating body with the biggest hug you could manage with one hand holding your cold treat. “You always take my breath away when you do that.” 

“You liked it that much?”  

“Would I lie? God, I don’t have a clue how you do it.” 

“I just...practice.” 

You lead him over to the velvety chair. “Tell me about it. What does it mean?” 

“Well, I was thinking it’s about breaking through what makes you vulnerable and insecure, and trying to find yourself when you aren’t sure who you are. Did you...get that?” 

Truthfully, he had lost you a little bit. What was more preoccupying was how enraptured he looked reflecting on something so personal to him. 

“That’s so beautiful ‘Jin.” Your fingers framed his face with a subtle brush.

“Hm-thank you.” He nuzzled into your hand. 

The urge to be as close to him as possible to him was suffocating, so you let your body lead your actions before your mind did: straddling him where he sat to circle your arms around him tight. He let out a little surprised “oh!” but held you back just as tight. You needed nothing more than for him to hold you like that for just a little while. 

Two more red, syrupy drips, fell down your wrist. 

“Y/n?” 

“Hm?” 

“Can I please have you tonight? You can do whatever you want to me, I just...want you.” 

“Oh, Jinnie...” 

He knew all he had to do was say please. 

“I wanna be...close.” 

You granted him the taste of strawberry on your lips, filling his wanton mouth with your answer. Your thumb rubbed into his cheek, where you felt one of his tears wet your skin. 

“Why are you crying my love?” 

He sniffled, “Because I’m so happy.” he giggled quietly, “I never thought that I would share this place with someone that I care for so much.” 

You blinked back tears of your own. “I promise to take care of you always Hyunjin, and to always make you happy, ’kay?” 

His needy fingertips dug into our hips, and you involuntarily found yourself grinding into his lap. You both sniffled a little more, but found comfort back by the corners of each other’s mouths. 

“You-you can use me...however you want.” Hyunjin moaned prettily into your mouth. 

The heat from your clit became overwhelming as you rubbed into his growing hard-on. 

“Okay my love. I’ll do that.” 

The cold of your popsicle in your hand fed miraculous little ideas into your head. 

“Let’s take these pants off, alright?” Hyunjin nodded, hastily unbuttoning his linen pants. 

You took two fat licks up the red length of your freezing popsicle, not breaking contact with his eyes. Just to make him whine, you flicked your tongue over the tip of the sweet treat, just like you would do to him. You used your free hand to palm at his bulge, sucking in as deep as you could down your popsicle. 

“You want my mouth, pretty boy?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes please.” 

You let your hand trace down his gorgeously thick inner thigh to take your position between his legs, kneeling on the carpet. The tips of your fingers hooked under his waistband, tearing off his briefs. Nearly as pink as your stained tongue, his marvelously long dick twitched in his anticipation then shaky breaths quaked in his chest. With one hand, you tugged at his length rubbing his own pre-cum over his tip. 

“Fuck, you’re so cute.” 

Hyunjin’s biceps flared as he searched for something to grab onto to steady himself, settling one in your hair, and the other digging little crescents into the skin of his pearly thigh. You switched to give more attention to the popsicle, licking at it agonizingly slow all for him to watch. 

“You’d like it like this, wouldn’t you?” 

“Mmhm.” He whined with a little shake of his hips. “Please.” 

“Okay, you deserve it.” 

Streams of strawberry juice fell down your hand as you lent your mouth to his neglected cock, then you traced your freezing tongue up and down the skin. Hyunjin gasped in sharply, wincing a little from the sensation. A broken little “oh” reverberated in his chest. 

“Too cold?” 

“--No!” He interjected, “No, I-I love it, don’t...don’t stop.” 

At last you took in his full length, mixing the sweet taste of freezing fruit with the burning hot warmth of his veiny cock. Today, you’d let him hear you gag a little. As shy as he was, you still knew that his ego swelled by the hundreds hearing you choke on his dick. 

Your sugary drool fell down the side of his length as you let go, moving to return back to your mess of a popsicle in your hand. The loss of contact made Hyunjin whimper out helplessly. 

“Look at me,” You commanded, sucking in the popsicle several more times. By now, his eyes had entirely glazed over with his lust for you. It was that same look that he would get in his eyes when he danced. He was enthralled. 

“M-more?” He begged to you. 

You prowled over his hips, kissing the side of his dick as you let those red drops drip onto him, lapping at them after a few seconds. 

His entire body shivered viciously while he pitifully groaned into the room. 

Your devilish little laughs kissed into his inner thighs, where you bit into the skin. 

Your popsicle was then gone in seconds, then you ridded your hand from the sticky juice by providing them to your boyfriend who sucked at them greedily. After you felt as if your mouth had warmed enough for it to be tolerable, you kissed his tip, then resumed your work, bobbing up and down, just as you knew he liked it. 

“I’m gonna--mm--if you keep doing that.” Hyunjin threw his head back in his euphoria. 

“Let’s move this somewhere else then shouldn’t we?” 

✦✧✦✧   

There was nothing prettier than the way that your love bites would fade into Hyunjin’s skin after a while, fading from violet to lavender as they healed. You could still see a couple of them tracing his collarbones while your fingers tweaked at his angrily hard nipples. 

Little mewls from his mouth spilled into your dripping pussy riding his tongue. One pinch, two more pinches...and his hips buckled. He’d take one of his long arms to travel up your body and pinch at your own nipples and kneed your pretty breast in his hand. 

“fuck yes, fuck--your mouth feels so good baby.” 

His tongue flicked at your swollen clit, causing your whole body to jerk with each touch. He lent tender kisses into your folds, then would switch to fucking into your leaking entrance with his pointed tongue. 

“Go slower, slower...” 

You pleaded out your instructions, and he was always one to obey. With the combination of his tantalizing licks and the slow grind of your hips, he coaxed out your orgasm so naturally; he left your thighs shaking on both sides of his head. While you came down, Hyunjin would press careful little kisses into your twitching bud, just as you had taught him. 

“Your turn.” You huff out, then carefully shift to move off your boyfriend. 

“Please...I want you to touch me so bad, ‘hurts a little...” 

“Aw does it?” 

You kiss his lips wet with your slick. 

“I have a present for you though, before I get to that.” 

You can see how needy he is in his eyes, but he still puts on a thankful little smile for you. 

“Oh really? I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything...” 

“It’s okay! I wanted to surprise you anyway. Besides, you’re a gift enough for me.” 

He snickers, “That was kinda cheesy.” 

“I thought that you liked when I was cheesy!?” 

“I do, I do.” 

You dip into your duffle to pull out the tiny cardboard box. 

“What’s this?” He sits up to take it from your hands. 

Inside he finds the dainty white lace choker, woven to have little flower-like shapes on the top edge, and tiny fake pearls beaded into the bottom edge like little dewdrops. 

“Oh my god.” 

“Do you like it? I thought that it would look really pretty on yo--” 

“--I love it. Thank you so much.” He plays with the clasp. “Do you...want me to wear it right now?” 

“I thought that you could--” 

“--Can you help me?” He beamed at you coyly, providing you with the clasps. 

“Um-sure.” You find yourself getting flustered over your fantasy of seeing him in that choker for weeks finally becoming a reality. 

Before you sweep it around his neck, you press one kiss into his neck. 

“There. You look gorgeous.” 

Hyunjin’s cheeks turn rosy at your compliment. 

“Hyunjin, you’re absolutely mesmerizing. I promise to never stop reminding you.” 

His lithe fingers tangle up in your messy hair, and you kiss him all over his chest, renewing some of the hickies that had faded away. The sensation tickles him, and his beautiful giggles are like music to your ears. Slowly, your fingers trickle down to his hips where you take up his half-hard cock back in your hand. He hums a little “mm” once you do so. 

“I’m going to make you all mine baby boy, wouldn’t you like me to fuck you until you don’t know anything else?” 

“Yes!!” 

Harder you jerk at his cock while you take in the sight of his fluttering eyelids and the way that the veins on his neck pulsate under the pretty white lace. 

“Use your words my love, what is you want?” 

“-Want you to fuck me, fuck me so good, please, take care of me...” 

Hyunjin’s hips thrash this way and that from your teasing provided by your thumb on his slit. 

“Close! I-I’m close--” He chokes out the words. 

“Already? You’re that pent up for me hmm?” 

“Wanna cum...” 

You coolly remove your hand. “Not yet darling.” 

His whining moan is just a little too bratty for you--it’s not like your Hyunjin to be like that for you. You decide to try another method. 

“Wait just a little longer for me okay my love. Let’s not get impatient.” 

“Bu-but--” 

“No buts.” 

Your hand snakes around his neck to press into his airway, and his eyes roll back sinfully as you do so. In your palm, you can feel the pearls press into his skin. With your other free hand you take back to flicking his nipples in your knuckles. He must not have been lying: the head of his cock is angrily flared. Your grip loosens at his neck, and he gasps out with his moans getting tangled in his inhales. 

“ M’sorry, I’ll be a good boy for you.” 

Hearing him reassure you makes your head spin, and you feel your clit ache out horribly for stimulation. You want him just as bad he wants you, and you’re almost ready for him to know it. 

“Come ‘ere, sit on the edge of the bed.” 

He follows you, and those pretty pearls shine in the dim glow of his bedroom. 

You fall down to permit him a couple wet stripes to his cock and he’s already a mess once more. Mutterings of words muddle his lips, but you can see that he’s holding them back for you, trying not to pressure you or whine any more. 

“You are being a very good boy Jinnie, let’s give you what you want how hmm?” 

His eyes blow out with his realization then he eagerly watches as you mount his lap facing him, lowering your entrance over his dick, falling down bit...by bit. Your knees are planted on both sides of his legs, supported by the bed and his arms holding you nearer. 

There’s nothing that Hyunjin loves more than feeling how tight you are around his cock, it nearly turns his whole body into jelly with the first contact. For a couple moments, you simply exist connected in this way, letting the sense of intimacy consume your entire beings. 

“I love you Hyunjin.” You start to bounce, and it takes all of his will to say the words back to you. 

His arms fall back to prop himself up, and Hyunjin lets you bounce up and down on him as hard or as fast or slow as you like, taking his dick to pleasure yourself in any way that you see fit. It’s when you graze your g-spot the deepest that both of your bodies fold together, trying to maintain your upright position. Hyunjin’s arms start to shake and you push his chest back, and his body bounces a little on the mattress from your force. You pay no mind, spreading out your hands flat on his chest to ride him with every bit of energy that you have left. 

“oh god, oh god, shit-” He tries his best to hide his curses from you. 

You can’t help but obsess over his angelic form under you, topped with the beautiful choker that makes him look nearly fairy-like. The sense of possession that you soak up from his moans all for you drives your orgasm right up through your body, tearing through every nerve you think you must have. 

Hyunjin clenches his teeth, hissing air through with his eyebrows crossed tightly. 

“Cum for me baby, you can cum for me now my love.” 

Hyunjin’s neck flares against his choker with his spewing of nonsense words and erotic moans while he cums inside you, both of you throbbing against the other. 

He laughs a little, chest rosy and rising and falling for vital breaths to calm himself. 

“Are you okay?” 

He nods with that adorable little smile you love, “Mmhm.” 

“You want to say like this for a second?” 

“...Please?” 

“Okay. I need to catch my breath too.” 

You press your body flush against Hyunjin’s chest letting him hold your sweating bodies together. Every few seconds or so, one of you would shake with little aftershocks from your orgasms. 

“Did I do okay?” Hyunjin asks you after some time. 

“Of course. You don’t even have to ask, sweetheart” You give one last kiss on his forehead messy with stringy silver tufts. 

“Okay...

...I promise to always be good for you.”