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hanniebaeee · 25 days ago

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Mr. CEO

Chris Bang x fem!reader

Warnings: Extremely adorable Hyunjin - other than that, nothing.

Genre: colleagues to lovers, flufff

Summary: Chris Bang shouldn't be feeling anything for you - you're only an employee in his company. But a very pretty and extremely brilliant one. And Chris is head over heels in love with you. And then there is Hyunjin - your best friend.

Chris didn’t know when it started, exactly. He's seen you during meetings and things a lot, especially since his new office was on your floor and he had a nice clear view of your seat.

He knew you were smart and really good at your job. He didn't really dwell on a pretty face, that's not him. Until one day, he saw you laugh.

It wasn’t just a polite chuckle or a giggle. No, this was you - head thrown back, cheeks flushed, and laughter bubbling out like you in the purest form. You were leaning against Hyunjin, as usual, your hand casually resting on his thigh while his head bumped against yours as he laughed with you.

Chris froze.

He felt a sudden tightness in his chest - you were breathtakingly beautiful. How did he not see that before? But along with that crept up something else - an inexplicable irritation at seeing how comfortable you were with Hyunjin.

He didn’t have anything against Hyunjin. The guy was a genius, even if he was a little too loud and touchy for Chris’s taste. But the way you leaned into him? The way Hyunjin’s smile was just for you? It screamed couple.

Chris tried to tell himself it didn’t matter. You were off-limits. Clearly taken. Clearly happy.

But none of that helped him stop his train of thoughts about how good you looked when you're concentrating on something. Head tilted, exposing the delicate line of your neck. Or the way you gave him a small smile or a nod when you passed him in the hallway.

It was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. But the more he tried to shove his thoughts aside, the more they clung to him like a curse.

“Get a grip,” he muttered to himself. “She’s with Hyunjin. You’re her boss. She’s off-limits.”

The worst part? You were completely so lost in Hyunjin, you didn't have a chance to notice your boss's slow agonizing downfall. Imagine walking into the lobby and seeing Hyunjin tying your damn scarf for you one evening because “it’s cold, you dummy.”

Chris wanted to punch a wall. Or Hyunjin. Or himself, even.

So, it's only natural that when he overheard two girls talking about you and Hyunjin, he stopped short.

“I just don’t get it,” one of them was whispering. “How are they not dating?”

Chris froze, his hand hovering over the coffee pot.

“I know, right?” another voice said. “I’d bet money they’re secretly together.”

“I mean, come on. It’s so obvious.”

“I dunno, Hyunjin says they’re just best friends. And yet he turned me down.”

Chris blinked. So you weren't dating?

His heart did something stupid - like a backflip or maybe a somersault - and for the first time in months, he allowed himself to hope.

So the next thing he did was procrastinate. For weeks - just dying on the inside a little bit every time you did something that made Hyunjin drape himself over you. But then, enough was enough and he decided it was time to get to the bottom of this.

Chris didn’t breathe a word all day. Not while he watched you work. Not when you bickered with Hyunjin over lunch about that questionable mush he was eating (it was disgusting, in his opinion, but he wasn’t about to wade into that battle). And not when you breezed past him later that day, looking miffed, muttering a quick hello on your way.

By the time five o’clock rolled around, Chris had convinced himself he was going to die if he didn’t say something.

He caught you in the hallway, calling your name. You paused, bag slung over your shoulder.

“Yeah, boss?”

Chris winced. That title was a cruel reminder of how completely out of his league you should be. But there was little respect in the way you said it. He knew you were teasing him.

But he’d come this far.

“I-” He cleared his throat. God, why was this so hard? He made multi-million-dollar deals without breaking a sweat.

This? This was excruciating.

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head like you were about to tease him again. He racked his brain for a good enough line to throw your way. How do you ask girls out? Has he never done this before? Oh sorry, no. He was busy becoming a CEO.

“I like you.” There. He said it.

You blinked. Once. Twice. Then your lips parted as if you were about to say something, but nothing came out.

“I mean, I more than like you. I-” He ran a hand through his hair, looking absolutely terrified. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this for months, and I know I’m your boss, and this is probably wildly inappropriate. Oh my God, is this workplace harassment? I don't mean to…but I can’t-”

He was freaking out.

“Chris.”

Your voice was soft, but it stopped his rant instantly.

You took a step closer, a small smile appearing on your face now.

“Are you trying to tell me you’re in love with me?” you asked, and Chris faltered.

He exhaled sharply, like the word itself had taken the wind out of him. “Yeah.”

You just stared at him, and for a horrifying moment, he thought he’d completely misread everything. Maybe he’d just ruined everything. You were going to report him. His mum was going to kill him.

“Pick me up at seven on Friday.”

Chris blinked. “What?”

“For our date,” you said, your grin widening. “I'll text you my address.”

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

“Yeah.. Wha-” He was dying.

You laughed, and said, “You heard me, boss. Don’t be late.”

And with that, you walked out, leaving Chris standing there like an idiot, his heart pounding in his chest and his cheeks burning. He walked back to his office like a zombie, and sat down in his chair, staring blankly at his desk.

He had a date with you. You liked him back.

“Holy shit,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

As soon as you stepped out of the office, your heart still hammering from Chris’s confession, you quickly called Hyunjin, your hands shaking uncontrollably. He picked up on the first ring.

“Why do I feel like you’re about to emotionally dump all over me?” His voice had immediate calming effects on you.

“Get your skinny ass outside,” you hissed into the phone. “Right now.”

Two minutes later, Hyunjin was striding out of the building, his tie loosened.

“Are you ok-”

“He asked me out.”

Hyunjin stopped mid-step, blinking. “What, who?”

“Christopher Bang!” you burst out, your hands flailing. “He just - he said he likes me, and and and-”

Hyunjin’s mouth dropped open and you grip at his warm hands with your icy ones.

“Are you kidding me?” he howled, his eyes flashing with excitement. “I knew it! I told you he had the hots for you! I told you! And you were all, ‘No, Hyunjin, he’s just my boss. He doesn’t like me like that.’”

You narrow your eyes at the way he was imitating you and smack his shoulder.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” He grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Now tell me everything. Was it romantic? Did he stutter? Please tell me he stuttered.”

“Hyunjin!”

---

Chris arrived to pick you up for your date at 7:00 PM, sharp. He looked devastatingly handsome in a tailored black suit, his perfectly styled hair gleaming under the soft light of the porch. And he held out a massive bouquet of the deepest red roses you’d ever seen.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft but so deep, that it had your heart fluttering.

“Hi,” you breathed, trying to ignore the way your stomach was doing all kinds of flips.

He held the bouquet towards you, his cheeks tinged with the faintest pink.

“Thank you, Chris” You said, taking them and inhaling the sweet scent.

His lips quirked into a tiny smirk, the kind that made you want to kiss it right off his face. He stepped inside and watched as you put the flowers in a vase real quick, before turning to him and saying, “Let’s go, Mr. CEO.”

And just as you thought, it was truly unforgettable. Chris was the perfect gentleman - engaging, funny, and so incredibly attentive that it was hard to believe this was the same man who struck fear into the hearts of board members. And every time you caught him staring at you with those soft, adoring eyes, you felt your heart race.

And the best part? Watching this big, muscled man melt into a puddle every time you smiled at him.

By the time he pulled up in front of your apartment, and walked you to your door, you know the poor man is doing his best to behave.

“Well,” he said, his voice a little husky, “I had a great time tonight.”

“Me too,” you replied, your cheeks warming under his gaze.

There was a beat of silence, and you could see his fingers twitching at his sides, his lips parting like he was about to say something, but then he didn’t.

“Chris?” you said finally.

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to kiss me, or do I have to do everything myself?”

His eyes widened, freezing for a moment before he surged forward, his hands cupping your face as his lips claimed yours. And oh, it was worth the wait.

Chris kissed you like a man starved. Like he’d been holding back for so long. His lips were so warm and firm but gentle, his hands sliding down to your waist to pull you closer.

When you finally pulled away, he gazed at you with so much love. And then you're both giggling breathlessly.

---

After Chris left, you barely had time to change your clothes before your doorbell rang. For a second you thought it's him again, but you opened the door to find Hyunjin standing there, a tub of ice cream in one hand.

He pushed past you into your warm living room, saying, “Don’t mind me, I’m just here for the juicy details.”

“Jinnie!” You watched him wander into your kitchen, and come back with two spoons.

“What?” He plopped onto your couch, already digging in. “Spill. I need to know everything”

You groaned, but still took the spoon from him and sat next to him.

“So?”

You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips as you said, “It was perfect.”

Hyunjin gasped dramatically, clutching his chest.

“Oh my God!” he wailed. “My bestie and the CEO!”

“Shut up!” You laughed, trying to shove him off the couch, but he just tackled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you,” he said, his voice softer now. “Really.”

You couldn’t help but smile, because you're really happy, and you hug him tightly.

Being in a relationship with the CEO was one thing. But maintaining professionalism, and a strict distance sometimes got so hard. Especially when he was thirsty as hell.

You were doing quite well actually. But unfortunately for you, the biggest threat to your secret wasn’t the HR or prying coworkers or even Chris's lack of self control. It was your best friend and ultimate menace, Hyunjin.

He enjoyed tormenting Chris. He basically lived for it. It started out of nowhere with Hyunjin strolling into work one morning, a coffee mug in one hand and a mischievous grin on his ridiculously pretty face. He dropped into his seat and said, “You look guilty. Did you do something naughty with Mr. -?”

Your head snapped up and you glared daggers at him, hissing, “Hyunjin, for the love of God, lower your voice!”

“Relax.” He waved a hand, laughing. “Nobody cares. Well, except me, of course. Because watching your boyfriend go green with jealousy is my favorite pastime.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Shush!”

Before you could shoo this menace away, your phone buzzed on the desk. Hyunjin leaned over at the speed of light before you could hide the screen. His eyes widened as he read the notification.

Chris: What are the chances I can get out of that dress in 15 minutes? I have some time before my next meeting. And, my office is soundproof.

You choked on your coffee, fumbling with the phone to swipe the notification away. Hyunjin gagged audibly, clutching his chest.

“Oh my god. EWWW.” he cried and you slapped your hand on his mouth to shut him up.

Chris's office door swung open, and there stood Chris, his eyes zeroing in on your hand pressed to his mouth, his jaw tightening. He is by your seat in record time, fixing you both in a glare.

“Hyunjin. Do you not have work to do?” Chris’s voice was low, a warning.

“I’m on my break. Thought I’d spend it with my bestie.” Hyunjin grinned, not even a little intimidated.

Chris crossed his arms, glaring at Hyunjin like he was contemplating ways to legally fire him.

“I could arrange for you to have a lot of free time if you’d like.” he bit out, making you snort.

“Oooo is that a threat? Because it sounded like one.” Hyunjin asked, sitting back on his chair lazily.

“Take it however you want.”

“Guys, that's enough!” you snapped, slapping Hyunjin on his knee, and he sat up straight.

Chris looked at you with a sigh and said, “A word?”

You follow him into the hallway, picking up a file just to make it look real.

“He’s touching you a lot.” His voice was low, dangerous.

“He’s my best friend, Chris.” You said and your tone was firm enough to let him know that he can't go there.

“I don’t care,” he growled, his eyes darkening. “If he keeps testing me, he won’t have a job.”

“You won't do that.”

Chris smirked as he said,“Wouldn’t I?”

This battle between Hyunjjn and Chris was literally the highlight of your day - you can't lie about that. You enjoyed every minute of it. But Chris' jealousy always led him to text you absolute filth. Because though he acted all calm and composed, he's not very demure when it comes to you.

---

By noon this had escalated to a point where you were squirming in your seat, thanks to your boyfriend’s sheer audacity.

You took a deep breath before entering Chris’s office, files in hand and a determined scowl on your face.

Having a secret relationship was hard? Well try having one with a perpetually horny man - it was even harder. You can't be yourself here, but you could definitely scold him. Quietly.

You pushed the door open, ignoring the way his gaze instantly snapped up to you. He was leaning back in his chair, all smug confidence and all that.

“Here are the files you asked for,” you said crisply, dropping them onto his desk.

“Thank you,” he said, his tone warm, his eyes raking over you shamelessly.

“Chris.”

“Yes, darling?”

“Can you please stop texting me like that?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

He tilted his head, pretending to think about it and said, “Hmm. No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“It’s your own fault. You come here dressed like that, and then flirt with Hyunjin for 9 hours. What do you expect me to do? Sit here quietly and not think about getting you on my desk?”

You pointed at him, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. “You are crazy.”

“That I am.” He smirked, leaning forward with his elbows on his desk.

You glared at him, your cheeks burning, and turned on your heel to leave. The second you sat down, your phone buzzed again.

Chris: I love you, baby.

You groaned audibly, dropping your forehead onto your desk, trying to hide the smile on your face.

By Friday, you needed a vacation. Or maybe a spiritual cleanse.

You and Hyunjin had decided to go out for drinks - like you always did. Halfway through a round of shots with Hyunjin, your phone buzzed.

Chris: What are you up to?

Chris: Your text about going out with that menace was rather vague.

You glanced at Hyunjin, a wicked smile spreading across your face. “Wanna annoy Chris?”

He grinned back as he said, “Always.”

You opened the camera app, and leaned back against Hyunjin, the shimmering glow of the bar lights making you both look just so sinful. Hyunjin, had one arm draped around your shoulders, smirking. You hit send, and waited.

Chris’s reply came instantly.

Chris: Of course. Of course.

You sipped your drink, biting back a smile as you typed.

You: Just out for drinks. You were too busy, remember?

Hyunjin snorted and said, “You’re gonna give him an aneurysm.”

“Good,” you said, snapping another selfie - Hyunjin had dipped his head closer, and your free hand was around him. You hit send.

It didn’t take long for the next reply.

Chris: Stop.

You: Stop what?

Chris: Don’t play dumb.

Chris: You know exactly what you’re doing.

Chris: Get your ass home. Now.

You: No. Not until you learn that Jinnie is my best friend, and he's not your competition. So yeah. I'm not going anywhere.

Hyunjin leaned closer, as he whispered dramatically, “Oh no, Daddy Bang is mad.”

You slapped his arm, but still laughing as you said, “Jinnie, stop!”

Chris: That's enough. I'm not jealous.

You: Relax.

Chris: You know what? I’m coming.

“You're so evil! Now he's going to show up like Batman, all angry and in a suit.”

“He’s just bluffing.” you said, because how the hell does he know where you were?

Except… he wasn’t.

Around ten minutes later, the bar’s door swung open, and there he was.

Chris Bang in all his furious, suit-clad glory, looking like he’d just accidentally wandered into the wrong party.

You froze, mid-laugh. Hyunjin, however, did not.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, trying - and failing - not to laugh. “He’s actually here.”

Chris’s eyes locked onto you instantly. And he could see you both were tipsy.

“Up. Now,” he ordered, his voice firm and unyielding.

Hyunjin leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying himself.

“Hey, Mr. Bang. Fancy seeing you here. Want a drink?” he said, batting his eyes at Chris.

Chris’s jaw tightened. “You’re coming too.”

Hyunjin blinked, clearly not expecting that. Chris didn’t bother repeating himself, but just grabbed your wrist, pulling you to your feet, then fixed Hyunjin with a glare that left no room for argument.

“Let’s go.” he said, turning and walking away.

—--

And the car ride was… tense.

Chris sat in the driver’s seat, his jaw clenched so tight. You were in the passenger seat, still buzzing from the alcohol.

And Hyunjin? He was in the back, one hand over his mouth, his body shaking with suppressed laughter.

“This is the best Friday night ever,” he announced. “Can we do this again next week?”

“Hyunjin, shut up.” Chris said, shooting him a glare through the rearview mirror.

“Aw, come on, Mr. Bang. You know you love me.” Hyunjin snickered, leaning forward.

Chris didn’t answer, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the steering wheel.

You, meanwhile, were squirming in your seat, and not because you were nervous. Chris’s anger was doing things to you, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it together.

“Are you mad at me, Mr. Bang?” you asked, your voice so teasing.

“Don’t start.”

“Start what?” you asked innocently, biting your lip.

Hyunjin choked on his laughter, muttering, “Oh my god.”

Once home, Chris wasted no time separating you and Hyunjin like two kids in time-out.

“You,” he said, pointing at Hyunjin. “Guest room. Down the hall, second door on the left.”

“Wait, I get to stay? You’re not throwing me out onto the street?” Hyunjin asked, surprised again.

Chris sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and said, “Unfortunately.”

Hyunjin clasped his hands together, the drama kicking in as he said, “Mr. Bang, you’re too kind.”

“Enough,” Chris interrupted, holding up a hand, before leading him into the room and giving him some pyjamas to change into.

“And you,” he said to you, his voice low, “upstairs.”

Oh yeah, you both got the biggest (longest) lecture of your lives about drinking in shady bars and being irresponsible the next morning. That too while suffering hangovers and before breakfast. Cruel.

---

Chris learned (a very hard lesson) that your lives were not exactly matching in any way possible. He played golf with business partners and hung out in restaurants that, like Hyunjin said, would charge for breathing in there. While you and Hyunjin, found pleasure in the simpler things in life.

Like this 2000-piece jigsaw puzzle of Hogwarts Castle, spread out on your living room floor. Pieces in every shade of gray, black, and midnight blue mocked you and Hyunjin from every angle.

Hyunjin let out a dramatic groan, flopping back onto the carpet.

“What am I supposed to do with 92000 shades of darkness?!” he wailed.

“Oh my God, Hyun,” you laughed, nudging him with your toe.

“I can’t believe I’m enabling your Harry Potter obsession again.” he grumbled. “Where is your boyfriend anyway? Why do I have to suffer alone?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and said, “Oh, come on. You love it.”

“Love is a strong word,” he said, holding up two identical-looking black pieces with a glare.

Your phone buzzed and you glanced at the screen, smiling instantly.

Chris: Hey babe, what's going on?

You click a picture of the puzzle on your floor, sending it across.

You: Trying to tackle this monstrosity. Wanna come help?

Chris: Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.

Your heart squeezed. Intrude? It was so Chris to worry about things like that.

You: Babe, I want you here in 5 minutes.

---

When Chris arrived, you were so excited, you flung yourself into his arms, pulling him into a kiss that made Hyunjin groan loudly from the living room.

“Hey, some of us are single,” Hyunjin called out, clearly unimpressed. “Can you not?”

The three of you ended up on the floor, Hyunjin pushing all the dark pieces towards Chris quickly.

“Looks…complicated,” Chris commented, eyeing the puzzle.

“It’s hell,” Hyunjin confirmed, tossing another black piece into the pile. “But welcome to the party, boss man.”

“Alright. Where do I start?” Chris smirked, rolling up his sleeves.

The three of you settled into a rhythm, though it was more chaotic than you could've thought.

“Why does every piece look like a window?” Hyunjin muttered under his breath, while Chris’s look of concentration had you snickering.

“You’re taking this way too seriously,” you teased, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Of course,” he said, placing a piece with a soft click. “If I’m doing this, I’m doing it right.”

“Even his puzzles have to be CEO-level perfect.” Hyunjin snorted.

“I’m the only one actually making any progress here.” Chris retorted.

“Are you saying I’m bad at puzzles? I’ll have you know I’m -” Hyunjin gasped, clutching his chest.

“Terrible,” you interrupted, grinning as you handed Chris another piece. “Just terrible.”

Chris laughed as he leaned closer to you and said, “Glad I’m not the only one who sees it.”

As the hours passed, the puzzle started to take shape.

“You’re good at this,” you murmured, watching him fit another piece into place.

Chris glanced at you, his eyes soft and said, “I’m good at a lot of things.”

“Eww gross,” Hyunjin muttered, tossing a piece at Chris. “This is supposed to be wholesome. Stop making it sexy.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around Chris’s waist.

“So, Jinnie and I are planning a trip to the Christmas market outside the city on Saturday.” you said. “We do it every year, so I thought, you'd like to come this year?��

“You want me to come?” Chris asked, his eyes moving from you to Hyunjin.

“Of course,” you said, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Don’t get too excited, boss. She probably just wants an extra set of hands to carry her bags.” Hyunjin snorted from behind you.

“Shut up,” you said, swatting him on the arm.

Chris’s eyes flicked between you and Hyunjin before settling on you, his smile growing.

“Fine. We’ll take my car and make it a road trip.” Chris said, smiling.

Saturday Morning – 5:45 AM

The sun hadn’t even risen, and you were already bouncing with excitement as Chris pulled his sleek black SUV in front of your building. You were dressed in your coziest winter coat, gloves, and scarf, while Hyunjin stumbled out in a hoodie and looked like he'd just rolled out of bed.

“This is an ungodly hour,” Hyunjin grumbled, throwing himself into the back seat. “I hate both of you.”

Chris smirked and said, “Good morning to you too.”

“Shh,” Hyunjin muttered, curling into a ball. “Please.”

You turned in your seat to look at him, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Call me when we’re there,” he mumbled, pulling a blanket (which he brought with him) over his head.

“I take it he’s not a morning person?” Chris chuckled as he pulled onto the road.

“Oh, he’s a delight,” you said sarcastically, earning you a nudge from the back.

---

The drive was quiet and peaceful, with Hyunjin snoozing in the back and soft Christmas music playing in the background (because you're in a festive mood). At one point, Chris’s hand drifted to rest on your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles through your leggings.

“You’re really excited about this, huh?” he asked, glancing at you.

You nodded, your cheeks warm from his touch. “It’s kind of our thing…we've never broken the tradition…since we became friends.”

“I’m glad you invited me.” Chris said softly, and you squeezed his hand and said, “You’re part of my thing now.”

His eyes softened, and he lifted your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Good to know.”

---

Hyunjin woke up the second the car pulled into the parking lot.

“We’re here! Let’s go!” he shouted, practically bursting out of the car like he wasn't snoring just a minute ago.

Chris looked at you, thoroughly amused.

“I thought he hated mornings?” he said.

“Magic of Christmas,” you replied with a shrug, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the market entrance.

The market was a whirlwind of lights, scents, and laughter. There were twinkling fairy lights strung between wooden stalls, the smell of roasted chestnuts and mulled wine in the air, and carolers singing in the background.

Chris looked mildly overwhelmed, especially when Hyunjin shoved a steaming cup of hot chocolate into his hand. “Drink up Mr. Bang. Where's all the energy huh?”

“You can call me Chris when we're out of work, Hyunjin,” Chris said, shooting him a sideways glare.

“Aw, really?” Hyunjin pressed, with a grin. “You’re our sugar daddy funding this very festive adventure, I'll call you whatever you want.”

Chris shot you a helpless look, and you burst out laughing, linking your arm through his other one.

“We love you, baby,” you said, grinning up at him. “I know this is a little out of your style-”

“That’s an understatement,” Chris muttered, but his lips gave away a little smile.

You and Hyunjin darted between the stalls like overexcited toddlers, as the number of bags Chris was holding increased alarmingly.

As the night went on, Chris found himself both entertained and quietly overwhelmed. You and Hyunjin were a whirlwind of energy, and as Chris watched you loop your arm through Hyunjin’s, he realized that you and Hyunjin had a connection he couldn’t touch. A bond so natural and easy, it made him wonder if he’d ever truly get there.

Chris’s thoughts were interrupted when you snuggled closer to him, because it was getting so cold. As you got ready to leave, you saw a stand selling cotton candy, and you wanted it. Chris muttered something about “all that sugar”, but went on to buy one for you anyway.

You and Hyunjin were waiting when a man (half drunk), hit on Hyunjin. Hyunjin scowled and said, “I have a boyfriend, mind you!”

Just then, Chris came walking, cotton candy in hand, which Hyunjin quickly took from him. Chris eyed the man who was staring at him open-mouthed.

“Is there a problem?” He asked, his eyes falling on you, as you tried not to burst out laughing.

“No, love, we're good.” Hyunjin said, rolling his eyes, before getting into the car like nothing happened.

Chris just sighed, not even bothering to ask what that was all about.

The drive back was quiet. You had passed out in the backseat, too exhausted after hours of walking and a tummy full of Christmas treats.

Hyunjin sat in the passenger seat beside Chris and he could see that Chris was tense. With a sigh, Hyunjin turned to face him and said, “Ok, Mr. Bang. What's going on?”

“What?” Chris's eyes flickered over to him for a second, then back to the road.

“You look like you'll explode any minute. What's the matter?” Hyunjin asked, raising his eyebrows. “And please, don't tell me it's nothing.”

Chris sighed, his watching you sleeping in the backseat through the rear view mirror, and then he said, “I…sometimes I worry about how you two have this connection, this bond that’s...so intense. You know her so well…and sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be enough for her. Because, I'm nothing like you, Hyunjin. My life has been completely different, and I worry that she'll be bored-”

Hyunjin’s lips quirked up, but there was a softness in his eyes as he glanced over at Chris.

“Oh wow. I have heard of over-thinking, but this is some next level shit,” Hyunjin laughed softly. “Dude, she's crazy about you. Yeah, we are really good with each other and all that, of course, she's my best friend. Literally my soul mate, only platonically, but yeah. But please, you have nothing to worry about. You’re with her now, and that’s all that matters.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing half the time,” Chris admitted. “But I’m trying. I love her…I've never…never before…”

“You’re doing just fine. She's really happy.” Hyunjin said with a smirk.

Chris nodded, visibly relaxing as he said, “I’ll try to remember that. Thanks.”

---

When Chris parked his car outside your apartment building, your tired body could barely function. Your legs were sore from all the walking.

“I’m so tired,” you whined. “My legs are killing me, Chris. Can you -”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Chris came over and scooped you up into his arms, without a second thought, and you smiled against his neck as you held on.

“I got you,” he murmured as he carried you all the way inside, your head resting against his chest, your eyelids fluttering closed.

When he finally reached your bedroom, he gently placed you in your bed, quickly getting rid of your shoes, coat, mittens and scarf. His hands brushed over your hair as he tucked the covers around you, his gaze soft and almost tender.

“Good night,” he whispered, his lips landing a gentle kiss on your cheek, and his hand lingering at your side for a moment before he turned to leave.

But you caught his wrist, pulling him back.

“Stay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Please, just... stay with me.”

He didn’t say anything, just took off his coat and shoes, and slid into the bed beside you, holding you close. The silence enveloped you both, and you drifted off into a deep sleep.

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Hyunjin, of course, wandered into your apartment the next morning with coffee and breakfast, and walked straight into this scene - Chris still next to you, his arm draped over you protectively, and you, snuggled into him. He just grinned mischievously and snapped a photo for the memories.

“I see you took my advice, good choice,” Hyunjin said, looking at Chris, who was already wide awake and glaring at him.

“You're an idiot,” Chris muttered, but there was a softness in his eyes.

Hyunjin just chuckled, holding up his coffee.

“Come get your coffee, Daddy Bang,” He said, laughing as Chris threw a pillow his way.

“Hyunjin, shut up!” You yelled, pulling Chris closer. “And you, come here,”

Chris grinned as he let you pull him closer (if that was even possible). This was perfect.

Hyunjin was right.

Tags : @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan fluff #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff

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dollerinna · 6 months ago

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WOULD YOU LIKE AN ALMOND JOY .ᐣ

( black noir x gn!crime analyst reader )

summary: after a long day of work, you try to unwind by watching your comfort show, but your solitude is interrupted by yet another visit from noir, who seems to be finding more and more excuses to spend time with you… (includes a C.AI bot as part 2 below!)

wordcount: 2k

tags: brief mention of NSFW pop-up ads, nerdy n’ socially awkward reader, noir’s disdain for almond joys but he makes up for it at the end <3

It had been a long day at the crime analytics office in Vought. As the sun began to set, exhaustion crept over you after reviewing incident report after report. Your eyes strained from the blue glare of your computer screen. You knew you had promised your boss you would organize the ever-growing database, but the tiny voice of procrastination was pleading for rest before your overworked brain turned into a pile of mush.

Rather than more paperwork—you, being the slacker of all slackers in this department, decided a well-deserved break was in order. And what better way to recharge than turning off the noggin and filling it with good ol’ fashioned mindless entertainment?

With a few tired clicks of your mouse, you booted up your go-to streaming site, which was none other than 123movies. Scrolling through the options, your cursor hovered over the play button of your favorite trashy drama. The kind of cheesy, perfectly predictable melodrama spun from the worst of amateur YA plots. It was practically comfort food for your fatigued mind, just what you needed to loosen up after the mental marathon that was this long day.

As the opening credits began to roll, your computer began to whir and hiss like an overtaxed engine, emitting gusts of unusually hot air from the vents. Suddenly, its screen slowed to a sluggish crawl, cluttered with a barrage of not-so-savory pop-up ads. Barely a minute in, the pixels already scrambled to form images better to left unseen—half naked women in risqué yet tacky mermaid-like attire, claiming they were ‘just around the corner and ready for a good aquatic fuck.’

First of all, what the absolute living hell is an “aquatic fuck”??

Did you even want to know? And most importantly, what happened to the ad blocker you installed just the other day? Judging by the contents, you had a sneaking suspicion that slimy, sea-dwelling degenerate, The Deep, had tampered with your computer… yet again.

“For the love of-… what’s with all these pop-up ads?” you muttered under your breath as excessively explicit ads crowded out the episode. Your eyes darted furtively around the room to check for wandering glances, hoping against hope that none of your coworkers had noticed the unwanted filth invading your screen. Heart pounding, you squeezed your chair closer to your monitor into a makeshift barricade, shielding the display as best you could while hastily clicking away at the intrusive ads.

As you hurriedly closed the remaining windows, an ominous shadow fell across the screen. Dreading what—or who—might be behind you, you slowly swiveled your chair around to find Black Noir's stoic stare boring into your own.

You stifled a yelp as you instinctively clutched the armrests, catching yourself on the edge of your seat before an ungainly spill to the floor. Noir had a way of materializing without warning, and it never failed to unnerve.

“N-Noir!” you managed, inwardly cringing as your voice broke on his name. “Fancy seeing you in these parts. I was just taking a quick break and y’know- stretching ‘em brain cells.” You tried for a lighthearted chuckle, but it emerged as more of a strained squeak that faded into an anxious hum.

With a jerky flurry of clicks and the browser minimized from view, whatever dignity you still retained disappearing along with it. All that did remain was you praying to the heavens above that he hadn't noticed its questionable contents (even if he most definitely had and simply chose not to comment)

When Noir offered no response, you of course charmingly barreled ahead in your frazzled daze. “But anyways, s-sorry about that… how uh, can I help you today?” your words tumbled out in a breathless rush, punctuated by a shrill laugh you hoped disguised the mortification simmering beneath.

Noir cocked his head, observing you with that same silent intensity. You fidgeted, hands twisting in knotted discomfort, the heat in your ears now engulfing your entire face. Was it the invasive pop-ups that had you squirming in your seat? Or the fact he could snuff out your existence faster than you can say “workers’ comp”?

Either way, beneath the weight of his stare, you already felt as if you were some peculiar, freakish creature pinned for study, rather than some bumbling employee just trying to unwind and watch their comfort show.

And to him, you indeed were a fascinating, bizarre little human.

Mercifully, Noir chose to extend a folder toward you, putting an end to your somewhat pathetic withering. You accepted it with a wordless nod, nearly sagging in your chair as tension drained from your shoulders.

Whirling towards the familiar clutter of your desk once more, you pretended absorption in the folder’s material, hoping this signaled Noir’s leave. After all, has anyone seen the state of you? It certainly wasn’t a flattering one. Yet from the corner of your eye, you detected no movement, no receding footsteps—his shadowy form remained statuesquely in place.

Believe it or not, this has been becoming a thing, a growing habit of late—and a suspicious one at that. Lately his breaks had grown longer, minutes lengthening to quarters of an hour, all spent hovering at your desk as you worked. However, his focus was solely on watching and observing you. He never exhibited a hint of thought or motive for his reason there, only leaving you with questions that seemed to multiply by each and every visit.

Noir, on the other hand, was somehow utterly convinced that you and him were two peas in a tightly-knit pod. He swore you two were best of buds for life—even if "life" so far had only amounted to the past two weeks' worth of half-hour stretches where he silently observed your work from the corner.

Ironically, you didn’t have the slightest inkling of how he really felt. Instead, you always assumed that he, like most supes, regarded you as little more than a puny mortal—a fragile, near-useless sack of flesh and bones whose skull he was one misstep away from caving in with bare hands.

But nope, Noir was simply here to bless you, the nerdy but cute crime analyst, with his presence—his rather… unsettling presence.

The familiar hush settled as you reluctantly returned focus to the task at hand. Hocus-pocus-focus, you chanted mentally, peeling away the last shreds of stray thoughts to tap into the zone of productivity. Unfurling the dossier Noir provided, you began sifting through documents for insight on his purpose in approaching you. Meanwhile, a flick of movement in the edge of your vision revealed Noir's attention veer off course, the almond joy perched beside your keyboard capturing his notice.

You tensed, hocus-pocus-focus breaking, all too aware of past disappearances of snacks in these briefings. Sure enough, his hand drifted noiselessly toward the candy bar, no doubt spurred by ingrained impulse to dispose of it per his usual custom. But you'd grown wise to his methods by now.

Not again, you sighed inwardly, snatching the almond joy and cradling it protectively as if it were your dear, beloved child.

Noir made no move to withdraw, palm outstretched expectantly. You frowned, struggling to keep frustration at bay. "Please, come on- not this time!.. It's my last one for the day." Brows pinching, your tone threatened to rise before steadying with a slow and calm inhale. No use losing composure over candy, no matter the principle. So all you could do was peer beseechingly at Noir in silent appeal, legs jittering restlessly under your desk in building apprehension.

Unfortunately, you found no signs of leniency in his obscured face—only his hand beckoning relentlessly for the almond joy. You plea was once again met with stony resolve, as if he was internally distressed by the mere presence of it. What was he? Deathly allergic to almond joys or something?

With a resigned breath, you delivered the almond joy towards Noir's waiting glove, unable to hide the disappointment dimming your features. Your lips curled into a slight pout, gaze sinking heavy into your lap at being parted from the treat. Though Noir was never one for words, it really didn’t take a rocket scientist to see you felt bullied into submission by his demands. At the end of the day, what power did a measly analyst like yourself hold against one of the Seven? As your fingers uncurled, releasing the candy into Noir's grasp, you couldn't help but feel a bit put upon, even if that wasn’t his intention at all.

Noir was well aware of the upset feelings his request had caused, so in an attempt to remedy the situation, his arm was sent in a backwards reach for the notepad he often used to communicate. However, he found himself at a loss as words eluded him, his thoughts swirling in frustrating circles of “What should I even say?”—muddled and incoherent. For a moment he stared at you, mask betraying no emotion as he grappled to find the right words, despite the prick of guilt nibbling at his conscience. Then, lacking any better option, he simply tossed the offending candy into the trash, perhaps with more force than intended.

Clearly, socializing was not Noir’s strong suit.

With no further acknowledgment, Noir spun on his heel and marched away. You watched his retreating, rigid form with discomfort clenching your insides, eyes falling onto the lonely candy discarded in the trash, its colorful wrapper mocking your current disheartened state.

Wearily, you turned away from the almond joy, redirecting your attention toward the computer as a means to divert your now soured mood. Maximizing the browser, you hoped that your planned show may have had time to load during the interaction. But upon inspecting the screen, you found the video remained stubbornly stalled, stuck on buffering dots and refusing to roll despite the minutes passed.

Just. Peachy.

One (super)human encounter had sucked the very life source out of your dog-tired body, and now this. It was really shaping up to be one of those days.

Thoroughly worn out, you gently laid your head down onto the desk, pillowing it against the crook of your folded arms as eyelids slid shut. All you craved was to simply sleep away the remaining time until you could finally escape this wretched shift and retreat to the sanctuary of your home sweet home.

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As your shift wound down to its end, you were finally stirring from your slumber. Rubbing the sleep from your bleary eyes, your blurred vision sharpened to show your colleagues had long since departed while you were snoozing away.

Rising and squaring your shoulders, you began to gather your belongings in preparation to leave as well. Once you had collected everything and lifted to your feet, something in the far corner of your desk caught your eye. Approaching for a closer look in the dim lighting, the fuzzy outline gradually came into focus—a cluttered collection of Hershey's Kisses, their jumbled placement grouped to form the shape of a heart.

You blinked in bewilderment, rubbing your eyes once more to ensure you weren't imagining things. Stepping closer, you spotted a sticky note nestled within the heart of chocolates, scrawled upon in a crude, blocky hand. At first, you assumed it was some silly prank from one of your coworkers, but you knew you recognized the handwriting anywhere—it was Noir's.

Gingerly, you plucked the sticky note from the desk, lifting it to your line of sight to read the message. “Kisses taste better than almond joys…Sorry.” you read softly, your voice trailing off as confusion crept in.

Designed as a very apparent flirty gesture, the intent behind the note and chocolates still managed to whoosh straight over your head. As always seemed the case, even the most painfully obvious social cues could so easily evade your understanding—this proving no exception.

You slipped the sticky note into your pocket, then selected a foil-wrapped Kiss from the pile. Gently rolling the chocolate between your fingers, you unwrapped it and popped one into your mouth. You took time to savor its light cream filling beneath a smooth outer shell, face crinkling in thought and head tilting as you considered your verdict. “Eh… I’d beg to differ.” you mused with a shrug, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you took your leave from the office.

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Pssst- likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated in this household and keep me motivated! <3

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a C.AI bot as your very own part 2 where you thank Noir the following day:

a/n: saw somewhere that kisses don’t contain nuts but then I also saw someone else say they actually do??? So let’s just pretend the kisses Noir chose are completely nut-free for the sake of the plot 😭

also, the reader is very much based off Anika if it wasn’t obvious enough haha! She’s so y/n coded 😤💗

♡ divider credits: @/ianrkives

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kelseytheballerina · 1 year ago

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Reflections on building a better me

Exercise is not optional. Mental satisfaction from completing yet another workout cannot be overstated. Physical satisfaction from feeling good and enjoying your body in clothes, the mirror, and photos cannot be overstated. Stop messing around, stop info hoarding, go exercise. And tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day.

Looking your best depending on circumstances (ie, casual, dressy, bedtime, etc) is not optional. External confidence from taking care of your appearance top to bottom and loving what you see in the mirror is highly valuable.

You feel better when you eat better. You’re proud of yourself when you eat better.

Hobbies, hobbies, hobbies. Do you feel embarrassed when someone asks what you do all day and you can’t come up with an honest answer that doesn’t make you sound like a loser with no life? You need hobbies. Some that are outdoors, some that are indoors. Some that are taxing, some that are relaxing. You will enjoy life more, become a more well-rounded individual, and have positive ways to spend your time rather than racking up more hours on your phone. Get some hobbies. Plural.

Procrastination and laziness should disgust you. You shouldn’t be able to relate. You should strive to be above that. You like yourself better when you complete your tasks and get things done in a timely manner. You’re proud of yourself when you’re on a roll and have a productive streak. You’re impressed by productive people and no one likes a lazy bum.

Decide what you want from life and pursue it ruthlessly. Don’t take advice from people who don’t have the life you want, unless they were once on your desired path and fell off. Even then, you listen to them when they say what NOT to do (learning from their mistakes) but clearly they don’t know what TO do bc they didn’t make it to the finish line. Take “do this” advice from people who crossed the finish line and have what you want. You’ll find that the amount of input that is actually valuable to you has suddenly dwindled. Good. Less chatter in your ears.

Get yourself in order before you go around critiquing everyone else. Get YOUR face in order. Get YOUR body right. Get YOUR money up. Get YOUR style in order. Get YOUR relationship together.

Stop coming to everyone for validation like a toddler. Validate yourself. Do you like it? Okay then. Are you over it? Okay then. Stop being so weak. Stand tall, lead yourself. Stop being such a follower.

Be a good person. Help your family, lend a hand to strangers, give back, say sorry, do things for loved ones just because, show affection, work things out, watch your mouth, speak respectfully, remember that the world owes you nothing. Stop being an insufferable freak.

You can’t change anyone but yourself. Get yourself in order and be a good role model. That’s all you can do. Give people advice when they want it and then go about your business. Get yourself in order. Get yourself in order.

Outrage content is the lowest form of entertainment. Engage in things that make you happy or educate you. Doom scrolling only leads to doom. Don’t like this person? Don’t click on their articles or videos. Unfollow and block. Don’t like these people? Leave their spaces. You don’t have to be outraged every day.

Always keep your word to yourself. Make a plan, stick to the plan, always deliver. If you can’t be reliable for yourself then who can you be reliable for?

#yours truly ♡

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tofics · 2 months ago

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Comfort Has A Name

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Summary: For you, comfort has a name: Joel Miller.

Word count: ~1.1k words

Tags/Warnings: fluff, freezing your ass off, soft!Joel, jokes about saggy balls in hot weather

A/N: Look at that, I actually wrote something. I'm literally drowning in uni work atm so I have no idea when I'll get back to my other fics, but I'm too overwhelmed with my task list tonight so naturally I had to procrastinate and think about a comforting Joel situation. This is literally no more than a drabble, but maybe it can provide some comfort for you too 🥲

Tough and gruff as he may be, Joel Miller is still your comfort person.

Occasionally, people will ask you how the hell you deal with him on a daily basis, and you never know what to reply. Where do you get the patience?

You're not a saint, by no means. Your patience does not exceed the normal amount, but you've never found Joel testing it.

It's more the opposite, really.

Where other people complain that he grinds their gears, you think of him as the drop of oil that smoothes out the kink in your own system.

Like that day him and you got surprised by a thunderstorm and had to take shelter in an abandoned building. Nothing about the complex provided a sense of comfort; bare and crumbling walls, dust and rubble-coated floors, and more broken windows than intact ones to show for. It was a miserable night. You were freezing, drenched from the downpour the two of you had gotten caught in, and the wind wasn't helping either, howling through the cracks and holes in the ceiling and walls like a wailing ghost.

Joel and you had taken cover in one corner of the building. In the dim twilight of the early night, your two cowering figures could've easily passed as two more large pieces of rubble to the untrained eye. Your soaked clothes lay strewn around, hastily discarded and exchanged for dry clothes from your backpacks in an attempt to not lose more body heat than necessary. (Joel hadn't looked, of course, and neither had you. Both of you had turned their backs to each other as you'd quickly stripped off your clothes, as quickly as the soaked garments would allow.) Still, your teeth were chattering relentlessly, adding a rhythmic element to the white noise provided by the downpour outside.

You reached for your backpack to retrieve your sleeping bag, hoping to wrap it around you like a blanket for extra warmth, but you noticed the mishap as soon as your fingers found the side compartment of your bag. The flap hung loose, and your sleeping bag underneath it was drenched.

"Fuck." You muttered under your breath.

The flap must've had come loose sometime during your sprint through the rain, which left your sleeping bag drenched and you without a plan to warm up. With a sigh, you pulled the bunched up material from its tiny compartment and rolled it out over the floor next to your drenched clothes. You were doubtful any of it was going to be dry by morning, but the chances were still higher than if you kept it all bunched up in your backpack.

You'd slept on solid ground enough to know how cold and unwelcoming any stone surface could be, but that night, you truly understood whoever had coined the term 'stone cold'. The hard concrete against your back was drawing out more heat from your limbs than you could conjure, despite your best efforts. You had curled yourself into a ball, knees tucked tightly against your arms which were crossed over your chest. Your hands, formed into tight fists, were buried in your armpits, but it wasn't helping. Frost was settling in your every limb, slowly working its way from the tips of your extremities all the way to the core of your bones.

That's what you got for getting caught in the rain in early November.

"Hey." Joel's voice grumbled next to you, barely distinguishable over the rain splattering outside. You shifted your head and squinted at him through the dark.

He too was curled up into a human ball, but he'd extended an arm to you as if inviting you for a side-hug.

"C'mon," he said and beckoned you over with a flick of his hand.

You didn't need to be told twice. With your backpack in tow, you scooted over to him, dragging both your belongings and your butt over the dusty ice-cold floor.

"Whoa." You breathed out in surprise as you tucked yourself against Joel's side. His arm came down around you instantly, locking you in place and holding you closer to him than you might've allowed yourself. Heat radiated from his center like he secretly harbored a little white dwarf in his abdomen.

Before you could even think about what you were doing, you pushed yourself into Joel's side as much as physically possible. Your arms snaked around his waist and just barely touched on the other side, while your head came to rest below his chin on his chest, your legs all jumbled up into a big knot drawn as close to yourself as possible. It wasn't really a comfortable position, and yet it was as comfortable as you were ever gonna get.

"Are you an oven or something? How the hell are you so hot?"

Joel snorted. You could feel the low rumble of laughter vibrate in his chest that followed. "Guess that's genetics for 'ya," he retorted, and you only then realized the ambiguity of both your remarks. A lazy smile formed on your lips and you softly boxed his rib cage.

"Not what I meant," you said with half a laugh and quickly wrapped your arm back around his torso. His warmth was too delicious to give up for even a second. Already you felt ten times warmer than you'd had on your own, and that was just from a few seconds of being wrapped around Joel's middle like a jacket you had been reluctant to bring and now regretted.

"I know, sweetheart," he replied and you could hear the smile in his words. "Always been warm-blooded. S' a blessing in winter and a curse in summer. Always sweatin' my damn balls off from May to September."

"Hmm." You feigned a sound of delight. "Tell me more."

His chest vibrated once more as another round of laughter rumbled through him. This time, it was him who faintly smacked your head at your jest. "I'm serious. Ain't no fun having your balls basically stick to your knees all damn summer."

Your eyelids fluttered close as you rolled your eyes. What a charming picture he was conjuring up in your brain.

"You know, when I said tell me more? I really didn't mean that." You shook your head at the picture of a sweaty ballsack stretched out all the way to the knees. "Christ."

Joel chuckled under you. "You said I'm hot as a' oven. I didn't start this."

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twinkling-moonlillie · 3 months ago

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Hawks Headcanons

A/N: I am currently obsessed with Hawks (if you couldn't tell) and writing for him is fun. I made these headcanons while procrastinating on my midterm paper a few days ago-

Warnings: Some NSFW content; MDNI. Some angst too

Starting things off with an angsty bang, Hawks has a bad habit of plucking his feathers when he is stressed out. It’s never too often and it’s never to a critical extent, but it does occur. Birds often do this as a form of coping with negative feelings, so perhaps he does this after a brutal mission.

Like many other people, I firmly believe that Keigo has a thing for shiny or interesting looking objects. Again, it’s not to an obsessive extent, but he does have a good eye for pretty trinkets. Especially ones he thinks will look good on you.

I don’t think Hawks is a good cook. There, I said it. This man barely has time for himself, do you really think he has time to devote to cooking? Do you really think that the Commission taught him to cook? Fuck no. He sticks to quick take out purely out of necessity.

They say that the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and this is absolutely true with Keigo. He would love the little lunches and dinners you make for him while he is at work! He gobbles it up like a turkey. He swears that your food is the best thing he has ever had; he literally moans when the aroma hits his nostrils.

I forget which fic I read this from (I will link if I find it), but I adore the headcanon of Hawk’s taking rut suppressant pills. I just think it makes so much sense since it aligns with his work-centric life and his lack of a wife (we aren’t talking about when you are married to him, obviously). They are probably similar to birth control pills where they stop the rut from happening 5% of the time.

Even without his rut happening, Keigo still has a huge breeding kink. Can you blame him though? He just thinks that you'll look gorgeous with his cum leaking out of your pretty pussy.

*whispers* he also has the equipment to match

He has definitely accidentally run into a window from imagining you with a cute lil baby bump.

He can get a little whiny and needy about wanting to devour your pussy. He will straight up beg you on his hands and knees. Please say yes to him.

The songs Angel with a Shotgun and Mr Blue Sky fit him so well. Fight me on this.

Also the song Hey Look Ma, I made it

I just imagine happy birb listening to Mr. Blue Sky after meeting you.

Intentional or not, his wings flap and rustle during sex.

On the topic of his wings, I don’t think they are as sensitive as we all wish they were. It’s not like he’s gonna start moaning and whimpering when random fans touch his wings (he canonical doesn’t) HOWEVER, it does feel nice when you massage and gently comb your fingertips through them. I’m thinking that it’s similar to hair?? Or maybe his wings are ticklish?? But only in the right context??

You are the only person he really trusts to take care of his wings

Keigo loves holding you in his arms and taking you on night flights. The stars always seem brighter when they are reflected in your eyes (at least, Keigo thinks so…). You even have your own set of aviator goggles to wear during these dates.

One of his favorite things is when he DOESN’T have morning patrol and can snuggle you until at least 10 in the morning. Although it may be longer because his sleep debt is so huge. There is just something so satisfying and peaceful with having you close enough to hear your heartbeat.

His biggest dream is being able to have a family with you in a quaint little house. His life, your life…they aren’t constantly in danger and he can sleep in with you, make you breakfast (it’s only a little burnt), wrap his wings around you.

Keigo is extremely possessive of, not only you, but the life you created together. He is very sensitive towards things that threaten the small slice of normalcy he has, eliciting a sense of hypervigilance and territorialism.

His mental state isn’t the best from the culmination of trauma he experiences, leading him to commit psychic cannibalism on himself. He represses all of these negative feelings in order to perform to the best of his ability and be the good lap dog for the Hero Commission.

Needs therapy.

It’s established that he has some form of echolocation through his feathers. So…hear me out…just to make sure you are safe 24/7, Keigo gives you one of his smaller feathers. I’m not going to rant because I might make this into a small oneshot/drabble later

#Keigo Takami #Keigo Takami x reader #Hawks #Hawks x reader #Hawk mha #bnha #reader insert #Hawks smut #Keigo Takami smut #Hawks x reader smut #my hero academia smut #mha smut #mha x reader #Hawks headcanons #Keigo headcanons #Keigo x reader #Hawks x you #Keigo Takami x you #fluff

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lxkeee · 11 months ago

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MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE

—PART FIVE

pairing: lucifer morningstar x fallen angel! fem! reader

fandom: hazbin hotel

genre: fluff

notes: gotta keep writing to feed the simps.

PART ONE | PART FOUR | PART SIX

Lucifer sat in his office chair, pen on one hand as he finally did the paperwork that he was procrastinating on for... A few months now, but anyways.

He was deep in thought, the fountain pen fluidly moving along with his hand as he signed the documents. Mind wandering, dissociating even.

He has a lot to think about considering that the next extermination is coming in a few days.

His eyes landed on his right hand, ring finger bare of any rings. He smiled proudly to himself, it took some work to actually remove his wedding ring and he finally did, his divorce doesn't hurt as much as it used to be. He has a lot to work on, his heart, his mind, and his actions.

He's happy that he stopped staying stuck in the past and now, he's ready to move forward. He has let go of Lilith, as the woman wanted. But he'll never forget [y/n], despite the distance and lack of communication, he still thinks of her as his best friend and he's glad she never stopped thinking of him too.

Lucifer sighs, a small smile on his face. Smiling at the thought of her. His hand once again moved gracefully along the paper, ink rolling off the tip of the pen as he signed his signature.

He misses [y/n], he longs to hug her so much.

Knock, knock.

He flinches at the sound of the front door being knocked, the sounds echoing off the castle walls. He lives alone after all, so the palace is deathly silent.

Lucifer groans, rolling his eyes.

It's probably another solicitor or another sinner wanting to have an audience with him.

Choosing to ignore it and continue with his work.

Knock, knock, knock.

There it is again, the annoying sound of someone knocking on his front door.

He exhaled, continuing his work.

They'll go away if I ignore them, just like always.

He mutters to himself, huffing in annoyance as he works.

[y/n] huffs to herself, crossing her arms around her chest. She's been knocking for a few minutes now and nobody answered.

I wonder if he's home?

She thought, standing outside the door. Hand running over the skirt of her light blue dress.

She waits for a few minutes, taking a deep breath. Trying to calm down her beating heart. Mentally practicing what she wants to say to him when she sees him.

Bringing her hand back up, forming into a tight knuckle. She knocked once more.

Knock, knock, knock.

It took so much patience for him not to break the fountain pen on his hand. Lucifer gently brought down the pen on to his table. Bringing both his hands towards his mouth and nose as he exhaled exasperatedly. Closing his eyes, eye twitching a little.

I stand corrected, this sinner is persistent.

Taking a deep breath, he finally stood up from his chair, grumbling as he left his office. Going down the stairs.

Finally arriving at the front door of his, fixing his clothes to look presentable to whoever is at the other side. Raising his guard up as he doesn't trust other sinners.

Finally opening the door, eyes closed in annoyance. “Yeah, yeah. Who's there...” his voice died down when he opened his eyes again to see a familiar angel standing on his doorway, [y/n] looking at him awkwardly, waving her hand at him shyly.

Did he go insane without realizing?

[y/n] is standing on his doorway wearing a cute light blue short dress that reaches beneath her knees, halo no longer on her head but he can tell she used it as an accessory based on the golden bracelet on her wrist. She looked as beautiful as the day he last saw her. Though, he had a tint of worry as he noticed the bandages on her arms and knees. What happened to her?

Is this a hallucination?

“[y/n]...?” he asked hesitantly, afraid that she'll disappear and afraid she's just a fragment of his imagination.

[y/n] smiled, heart beating loudly against her chest. Lucifer stood in front of her. The white suit with red accents really fits him, he's just as beautiful as she last saw him, more even.

He is really here.../She is really here...

Finally deciding to break the silence between them, [y/n] smiled at him, “It has been awhile, Lucifer.”

Her voice was enough to snap him from his thoughts and without thinking, he leaped into her arms and hugged her. Tears finally streaming down his pale cheeks. The action causing both of them to fall into the floor.

The warmth of his embrace around her was also enough for [y/n] to silently cry. She misses him so much, so many years spent without him made her incredibly so lonely.

Lucifer grips into her waist, burying his face at the crook of her neck as he sobbed.

Lucifer wonders if this was a dream at first but he was able to inhale the familiar perfume she always wore and it was enough to make him cry even more.

It felt like the universe finally listened to his pleas. He was just thinking that he misses her so much a few minutes ago and then suddenly she's in his door step.

“[y/n].... You're really here... Wait...” his eyes widened as he finally removed himself from her warm embrace, holding her arms gently.

“Why are you here...?” he asked softly, voice hoarse from crying. [Y/n] wiped her eyes with her hand but he stopped her as Lucifer summoned a clean handkerchief and gently wiped the tears off her cheeks.

[y/n] smiled weakly, “I fell.” she says with a small giggle. Lucifer deadpans, eyes blinking not simultaneously. He stood up and offered a hand to her to help her stand in which she gladly accepted.

“What do you mean you fell? When?” he asked worriedly, [y/n] smiled softly as she placed a hand over his cheek. Thumb running over the red circle on his cheek adoringly.

“I have a lot to tell you but I fell... A few days ago... Charlie found me and she treated me during it all.” [y/n] explained softly, his eyes widening. Why didn't Charlie tell him?

[y/n] can practically hear the question based on his facial expression, she smiles. “Don't get mad at Charlie, I asked her not to tell you...” she says, avoiding eye contact.

He frowns, leaning towards her so he cups her cheeks, his other hand on her chin. He tilts her head so she's finally looking at him.

“Why...? I... I could've helped you...” he asked, voice trembling. Guilty for not being there for her in her most time of need. [Y/n] gently removed his hands from her face, squeezing it assuringly.

“Because I don't want our reunion to be a sad one, I can't bear to see you so sad and I don't want you to see how bad my situation was...” she explained softly, her thumb rubbing circles in his hand. He can only imagine what happened to her based on her injuries. She's right, he might not function properly if he saw her so injured.

Lucifer sighs, shoulders dropping as he understands her explanation. But still, he wished he could've helped her more.

“But hey, I'm here now and there's a lot that we needed to catch up on. Don't you think?” [y/n] says with a giggle, a small smile on her face. Lucifer could feel his cheeks burning up as he looked at her beautiful smiling face.

Lucifer closes his eyes as a grin finally finds its way to his handsome face, “You're right, you got a lot of explanation to do.” he says, offering his hand to her in which she accepted. He pulls her inside the palace, finally closing the door behind them.

Currently, the two are in his room just catching up with one another. Lucifer's hands shined a golden glow over her arms, his angelic powers helping her heal. He listened intently as [y/n] explained what happened to her.

His heart thumped loudly against his chest as he listened how she defended hell and how she finally got under Sera's skin that led to her fall from grace.

“You really did that...?” he asked softly, his hand working gently with her arm as he unwrapped the bandages around her arm. Her arm finally healed after helping her. [Y/n] smiled softly and nodded, “I made a promise to help Charlie and Sera hid the yearly cleansing from the other angels. It was revealed during Charlie's meeting and I was mad.” [y/n] explained to him, his gentle eyes looking up at her as he healed her arm. “I said some things to her and got her mad and I was placed in a trial in which I ended up guilty.”

Lucifer frowns, softly placing down her hand onto her lap. “I wished I was there to help you.” he says softly to her and [y/n] smiled and patted his head.

“It's alright, what's done is done. What matters the most is that I'm here now...” she says, bringing her hand up to cup his cheeks.

“Yeah... But, I hope you know that I appreciate what you did for hell...” he says, nuzzling his face against the palm of her hand. Eyes half-lidded as he looked at her.

“I know and I'll do it again. I believe that the sinners deserve a second chance.” she says, her eyes landing on the many piles of rubber ducks in his room.

“On the sidenote, I see you haven't gotten over your love for ducks.” [y/n] giggles, his cheeks exploding into a bright shade of red as he felt a little embarrassed.

“I can't help it. They're just so cute.” he says with a small pout making [y/n] laugh softly.

“Don't be embarrassed about it, I'm just glad you haven't changed much.” she says smiling at him.

His eyes widened slightly and then he smiled, “I am glad that you haven't changed too.”

[y/n] smiles, turning her head to look around his room. Seeing the portraits of his family on the wall, they looked so happy. She's a little jealous.

“You and Lilith huh?” she teases him slightly, Lucifer flinches slightly and avoids her gaze. “Well... Used to, we've divorced each other seven years ago.” he says, finally looking at her.

[y/n]'s eyes widened, a frown on her face. She felt guilty bringing the topic up. “Oh... I didn't know, I'm sorry.” she says softly, her voice held a tone of regret. Lucifer smiled and shook his head, “Don't be, it was for the best.” he explained, “We just stopped loving each other, that's all.”

“How about we change the topic?” he suggested with a smile and [y/n] nodded, “Since you're here now... Do you plan to stay at the hotel or here with me?” he asked softly to her.

[y/n] blushes softly, the idea of being alone with Lucifer in a large palace seems so.... Intimate. Lucifer's cheeks also burned slightly as he realized what he just asked.

“Staying here with you? Won't I disturb you from your work?” she asked hesitantly, Lucifer shakes his head no.

“No, no, no... You would never be a disturbance to me [n/n]... I would be glad if you stayed here...” he spoke so softly, eyes pleading for her to accept.

[y/n] smiles, she can practically read him like a book. Despite being years apart, their connection never faded.

“Alright, since you looked like you're begging me to stay.” she giggled softly, looking at him with so much fondness.

Lucifer can only stare at her face, she's looking at him like he's the most beautiful being in the universe.

Don't look at me like that, I don't want to fall too fast.

Lucifer blushes slightly, clearing his throat. “I just miss you, that's all.” he says, avoiding her gaze making her chuckle, “I've missed you too.” she says softly.

“I am really happy to see you again, it's been so long.” he whispers, wrapping his arms around her. “I am so happy to be back in your arms...” she murmurs back to him. Lacing her hand with his with him squeezing her hand gently in return.

They have a lot of catching up to do, a lot of feelings to uncover.

END NOTES: the handholding before marriage finally happened lmfaoo 😭 also imma try not to make their relationship fast paced okay, awkward friends to lovers idk. This chapter feels shorter than usual, meh.

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Rinse Cycle.

summary: Bucky pulls his arm from the dishwasher and you love how warm it is.

a/n: Thunderbolts* trailer has me feral af. I have so many ideas I want to write, but this is a start. I didn't mean for this to get so long but maybe that's just Bucky pulling more passion out of me. I need him. We don't know how he's going to act in the movie so I just sort of winged it from what the trailer provided. Unedited. ;; wc: 5.8k

It was chore day. You hated chore day.

The monotony of it all felt suffocating, an endless cycle of tedious tasks that seemed to pile up endlessly. Dishes stacked in the sink, laundry overflowing from the hamper, bathroom in dire need of scrubbing, kitchen counters cluttered with remnants of meals past, and trash threatening to spill over - it all felt like an insurmountable mountain of responsibilities.

The weight of these mundane tasks pressed down on you, a constant reminder of the adulting you'd been avoiding. But there was no escaping it any longer; you had procrastinated to the very limit of what was tolerable.

You tried not to be too hard on yourself about the state of things. Both you and Bucky struggled with mental health and that often made seemingly simple tasks, like washing dishes or tidying up, feel overwhelmingly difficult. You both understood this struggle and did your best to help one another out. You developed a system and worked together, splitting household chores as a team when possible. But you both had your days where you couldn’t contribute as much, so it was up to the other to carry it.

With a heavy sigh, you began the dreaded process by gathering the scattered laundry. Your movements were deliberately quiet as you crept into the bedroom where Bucky was currently taking a heavy nap. His face, usually etched with worry lines, appeared peaceful for once. You couldn't help but pause for a moment, taking him in, his features and how beautiful he was to you. It was a stark contrast to the terrorized nights you'd both endured, filled with his restless tossing and turning.

Thankfully, the relentless nightmares he suffered from had become less frequent since you'd started sharing the bed. It had been a slow process, watching him migrate from the cold, hard floor, to the slightly more comfortable couch, and finally to the warmth and safety of your shared bed.

You often slept with him before his migration, napping on the floor during the night or on the couch while he remained on the floor. You both laid together on the couch, but you also slept separately. Now, you were just glad he had finally moved into bed with you.

He was curled up in bed, his form a picture of peaceful slumber. His messy hair framed his face, giving him an endearing, boyish look. His mouth was slightly open, soft breaths escaping in a gentle rhythm, and his metal arm was absent from his body. It wasn't an uncommon thing, as he occasionally removed it when he slept, he said sometimes it feels better without the weight of it straining his back muscles when he laid down. Bucky really only did this when he felt truly safe and secure in his surroundings, aka, only around you and in your shared home. The missing prosthetic wasn't on the bedside table where he usually placed it, so he must be cleaning it.

You gathered the scattered laundry from around the room so you could leave him to his nap, creating a neat pile in your arms. Making your way to the laundry area, you passed the kitchen and saw the rinse cycle on the dishwasher, figuring his arm was in there. You threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine when you reached it, setting it to run. There was a load of dry clothes waiting to be dealt with, so you folded these items and set them aside for later. Your next task took you to the bathroom, where you began the process of cleaning and tidying. You finished scrubbing just in time to come out and see Bucky standing at the dishwasher.

Bucky looked absolutely precious when he woke up, despite his usual brooding when you fawned over him so sweetly, his tousled hair framing his face in a messy halo, and his eyes still heavy with sleep. His expression was one of endearing drowsiness that only comes from a deep slumber. When his gaze finally focused on you, a flicker of realization crossed his features. In an adorable attempt to appear more presentable, he quickly turned to the sink, fumbling slightly with the faucet before running his hand under the cool stream of water.

"Hey doll..." he mumbled, his voice still rough with sleep. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sleep for longer than an hour." His hand continued to run through his disheveled hair, attempting to tame the unruly strands. The water caused his dark locks to stick up at odd angles, somehow making him look even more endearing. "Guess I needed it more than I thought..." he added sheepishly, a small, apologetic smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You've been pushing yourself so hard lately, Bucky. Your body was probably crying out for a break," you replied softly, your voice filled with understanding and affection. You made your way around the sleek granite counter, each step bringing you closer to him. A warm smile spread across your face, your eyes twinkling with amusement at his disheveled state and hurried attempt to tame his hair. He decided to grow it out a while ago, he liked having you play with it, and his shorter hair didn’t feel as satisfying when your fingers carded through it.

"So..." you began, your tone taking on a playful lilt. "I see you put it in the dishwasher again, huh?" A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you gestured towards the kitchen appliance, your eyes dancing with mirth. It was a recurring joke between the two of you, one day he forgot to tell you about his arm and you were shocked to find it in there.

He opened the dishwasher and pulled out the bottom rack, his eyes immediately drawn to the peculiar sight of a metallic arm nestled beside two off-white ceramic plates. The sight of the advanced prosthetic among mundane kitchenware was both amusing and slightly absurd to you. "Do not tell me you ran a whole cycle and there were only two plates in there..." You groaned softly, a mixture of exasperation and disbelief coloring your voice. Your reaction elicited a low, rumbling chuckle from him, the sound warm and slightly mischievous.

"Maybe." Bucky's response was accompanied by a playful smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth. He reached into the dishwasher and carefully retrieved his steaming vibranium arm, the advanced metal still radiating intense heat from the cleaning cycle. The heather black surface of the arm was a striking contrast against his skin, with intricate gold accents peeking through the articulated plates, creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and shadow.

As he deftly maneuvered the prosthetic towards his shoulder, the air seemed to hum with anticipation. The arm's sensors flickered to life, bathing the immediate area in a soft, ethereal violet glow. Bucky aligned the arm with his shoulder socket, and in one fluid motion, it locked into place with a satisfying click. The plates of the arm began to shift and recalibrate, the movement reminded you of a living organism adapting to its environment. You remembered once you had made the comparison to a caterpillar squiggling across a leaf.

He threw his arm in a quick, fluid motion, the circular movement causing a sudden surge of heat to radiate through your core. The soft grunt that escaped his lips as his arm swung through the air didn't go unnoticed by you. You found yourself moving closer to him without any sort of cause, your body responding instinctively to the simple action.

The arm still retained the warmth from the cycle it ran through, you could feel the radiating heat even from a short distance away. Vibranium was notorious for holding and distributing kinetic energy, this also applied to heat and cold. Unable to resist, your fingertips delicately grazed over the smooth, metallic surface. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the temperature of the arm in comparison to your cooler skin.

Bucky's piercing gaze followed your every movement, his eyes immediately drawn to the telltale flush that had begun to spread across your cheeks. A knowing smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he observed your reaction.

"Ah...what's wrong, sweetheart..." he murmured, his voice low and husky, carrying that unmistakable teasing tone that you had come to recognize all too well. It was a tone that never failed to set your heart racing, a prelude to the passionate encounters that often followed. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, you shuffled in place and felt your legs squeeze together for some kind of friction.

"Nothing..." you huffed out, your voice much quieter than anticipated, barely above a whisper. "Your arm is just... so warm. It feels nice…"

"Does it?" he inquired, his tone a mixture of curiosity and amusement, the gentle lilt in his voice made your heart flutter ever so slightly.

Your mind began to wander, racing with vivid thoughts of how his arm would feel against your body. You imagined his strong hand tenderly caressing your back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns as they ran down your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The mental image continued, his touch ghosting over the curve of your ass, his hands gently massaging your thighs, kneading away any tension and replacing it with a tingling sensation that spread throughout your body.

Or simply Bucky holding you close, his warmth enveloping you completely when you felt a little chilly, providing not just the physical comfort you craved from him but also a sense of safety and belonging, something you had always struggled with before you met.

He had done all of that countless times before, yet for some reason, with the arm radiating a warmth significantly more intense than its usual room temperature coolness, a deep, tingly sensation began to stir deep within your core. You found yourself swallowing hard, your gaze slowly lifting to meet his.

You guided his hand towards your neck, Bucky's eyebrow raised ever so slightly at your action. But, he wasn’t stupid. He unfurled his palm, allowing his fingertips to caress your skin with a delicate touch. The feather-light contact sent shivers down your spine, once he felt your body give him that little shiver, he encircled your throat with his fingers, maintaining a loose yet unmistakably present grip. His voice was low and husky, leaning down a bit until his lips grazed the shell of your ear. "What do you want, babydoll?"

"I...want...to feel your hand." You rasped in response, your voice thick with desire. A wave of heat coursed through your body, pooling between your legs as his voice sent shivers down your spine. Your body responded to him instantly, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, you shuffled closer to him, your hands splaying across his broad chest. The fabric of his shirt did little to mask the warmth radiating from his skin, and you found yourself growing more desperate with each passing second, craving the feeling of him close to you.

Bucky chuckled, the low rumble in his chest vibrating against your palms. His scruff tickled your cheekbone as he leaned in, laying a hasty but tender kiss to your temple. The brief contact left your skin burning, yearning for more, like a drug being given and suddenly taken away. His metal hand moved down your body with agonizing slowness, the fucker did it on purpose to tease you more. He gently teased the sensitive skin just above your shorts, his fingers dancing along the waistband before sliding beneath your top.

While your skin was feverish, the touch of the very hot vibranium felt electrifying against you. Normally, the touches from his hand would tickle, raising goosebumps in their wake from the cold metal. But now it felt incredibly comforting and arousing all at once. The warmth spreading through your body was addictive, a delicious heat that you couldn't get enough of. He continued caressing you with a gentle and possessive touch, you arched into his hand in response, silently begging for more.

You couldn't suppress the soft whimper that escaped your lips as his hand continued its tantalizing journey across your abdomen. His fingers danced along your skin, deliberately brushing against your sensitive sides, making you quiver. His trail was agonizingly slow, but his touch ascended, finally reaching the delicate area just beneath your breasts. Your breath was caught in your throat, and he stopped moving his hand completely, having it instead rest still on your skin and the area turning a bit red from the heat.

"You want more?" His voice, low and husky, cut through the tension-filled air. His icy blue eyes locked onto yours, piercing through to your very core. There was amusement dancing in those glacial depths as he observed your flushed face and quickened breathing. He was clearly enjoying the effect he had on you, reveling in the way your body responded to his touch. Bucky was always super cheeky when it came to making you like this, he took great pride in turning your legs into Jell-O.

You weren’t able to form coherent words, your mind clouded thickly with desire. His mere presence was intoxicating, and the light caresses he had bestowed upon you were enough to reduce you to that quivering mess he was so eager to see. You were putty in his hands, desperate for more of his touch and he had barely begun.

Already, you were teetering on the edge of losing all self-control.

"Bucky, please, I can't handle this teasing anymore," you whimpered softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Your breath had become increasingly rapid and shallow as waves of adrenaline coursed through your body, setting every nerve ending alight with anticipation. The mere thought of his hand, that powerful, yet gentle hand, exploring your most sensitive and intimate areas made you feel increasingly wet.

Bucky's fingers found the hem of your top and he paused for a moment, his eyes locked with yours, silently asking for permission. At your almost imperceptible nod, he began to lift the fabric, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of your skin. The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed flesh, adding to the sensory overload you were already experiencing. He pulled the garment completely over your head and carelessly tossed it aside, where it landed in a forgotten heap on the floor.

Now bare from the waist up, you felt a moment of vulnerability as Bucky's intense gaze roved over your exposed chest. His stormy blue eyes darkened with desire, drinking in every curve and contour of your body as if committing it to memory. The weight of his stare ignited a fire deep within you that threatened to consume you entirely.

Bucky's hands slowly and deliberately roam upwards, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns on your skin before finally reaching your breasts. He gently cups them in his large hands, beginning to massage and caress them with a tender yet passionate touch. Bucky's ministrations quickly begin to urge you on, your legs flexing together to create some kind of pressure between your legs.

The vibranium hand was still hot, it distributes those waves of heat through your body in a much gentler fashion than how you’ve seen in other circumstances. You’ve seen his arm break through concrete, crush otherwise impossible to damage objects, choke the life out of aliens. And here he was, treating your body like precious, tender treasure with the same limb.

You can feel your skin tingling …the dichotomy between his two hands - one warm flesh, one hot metal - adds an extra layer of sensory stimulation. A feather or an ice cube couldn't compare to how he made you feel.

The pure captivation in Bucky's eyes made the butterflies in your belly swarm even more, how he eyes your breasts makes you want to pull him in and push them against his face. His movements become more focused when he senses your desires, kneading and massaging with a rhythm reminiscent of a contented feline. The gentle yet insistent pressure of his fingers elicits a soft, involuntary moan from your lips.

Unable to resist the opportunity for a bit of playful teasing, you murmur breathlessly, "Mmm... you learned from Alpine?" The reference to his beloved white ragdoll brings a flicker of amusement to Bucky's intense gaze. He responds with a dramatic eye roll, clearly torn between exasperation at the interruption and appreciation for your attempt at humor.

"Shut up..." he growls softly, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. The playful admonishment is accompanied by a gentle squeeze of his hands, your eyes widened as you let out a gentle mewl.

He lets his lips ghost over yours, but he doesn't kiss you fully, no.

Bucky Barnes is the master of teasing.

He maintains his playful demeanor, reveling in the way you squirm and moan for him. That signature cocky smirk of his spreads across his lips as he watches you shuffle and attempt to press closer, seeking more contact. "Ah, ah... patience, doll. Stay still for me," he commands, his voice low and husky with desire.

"Bucky..." You drawl out his name, elongating the syllables into a desperate whine. Your body trembles with need, silently begging for more of his touch. You're acutely aware of his penchant for teasing, knowing all too well that he's unlikely to give in to your pleas so easily.

If anything, your desperation only seems to fuel his determination. Knowing Bucky as you do, he'll draw this out, savoring every moment of your mounting desire until your legs buckle beneath you.

His fingers begin to tease your sensitive buds, eliciting those exquisite sounds he so deeply adores from you. Those needy, desperate noises that eloquently convey how incredibly good he makes you feel, encouraging him to continue his ministrations. His skilled fingers pinch lightly, gently tugging and rolling, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your right breast is noticeably warmer and more flushed from the recent contact with the hot metal, though it didn't cause any discomfort or burning. The sight of your reddened, sensitive skin makes him groan softly under his breath, his desire for you growing rapidly.

"Ugh...look at you. You're drivin’ me crazy," Bucky whispered, his voice husky with desire. He nudged his knee between your legs, effectively pinning you in place. Your back pressed firmly against the cool counter, leaving you delightfully trapped between the unyielding surface and Bucky's warm, solid body.

"Please, don't tease me anymore..." You begged softly, your voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and desperation. You didn't truly expect him to relent, but a small part of you hoped that he might show mercy. Your plea, however, only served to amuse him, eliciting a low, throaty chuckle that sent shivers down your spine.

His thumbs continued their torturous dance, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the very peaks of your sensitive buds. Each touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, making you gasp and squirm. Your back arched involuntarily, pressing your chest further into his skilled hands, silently begging for more despite your earlier words.

You were already teetering on the edge, your composure crumbling with each passing second. You always liked to think you were more hardy against him but…damnit could he get you to break. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he had reduced you to this quivering mess, and he had barely begun. His touch had been confined to your breasts alone, yet you felt as though your entire body was on fire.

"I've got you...m'gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart..." His voice was low with a promise that made your heart race even faster. With a fluid motion, he grasped your hips and turned you around, pressing your back firmly against his broad chest. The heat of his body seeped through you, adding to the inferno building within you. His hands, those wonderful, torturous hands, began a slow, teasing journey down your body, leaving trails of tingling sensation in their wake.

Slowly, he pushed your underwear down, as the fabric inched its way to your mid-thighs, he paused, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. Sticky strands of your excitement formed delicate bridges between your core and the fabric. The underwear continued its descent, finally coming to rest just above your knees, leaving you exposed and trembling.

"God, look at you," he breathed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Just from me handlin' you a little, you got this wet for me?" Bucky whispered directly into your ear, his hot breath fanned across your skin, his scruff tickled your sensitive flesh as he spoke. The slight abrasion only served to heighten the ever-growing need you felt in your core.

He tilted his head closer to you, lips barely grazed your temple as he placed teasing kisses there. Suddenly, his knee moved, gently but firmly knocking against your legs. The silent command was clear, and you found yourself widening your stance, your body responding to his unspoken desires.

The tension that had been building within you reached a crescendo. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you let out a whine - a needy, desperate sound. Your voice so thick with desire, managed to break through those desperate noises, "Bucky..." you pleaded, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. "Please," you repeated, your body trembling with the effort of restraining yourself. "I can't take it anymore..."

The scorching metal continued its relentless journey across your skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake. Your body quivered involuntarily as it inched closer to your most sensitive area. The heat radiating from your cunt rivaled that of his arm, but nothing could have prepared you for the jolt that surged through you the moment his fingers made contact with your intimate folds. The sensation was so intense that you barely managed to stifle a scream.

"Bucky!" His name escaped your lips in a breathless gasp as his skilled fingers found their target with unerring precision. They danced teasingly over your bundle of nerves, easily locating the center of your pleasure and lavishing it with gentle, circular motions. Each swirl of his fingertips sent waves of loud ecstasy coursing through your body. Your sensitive bud throbbed and pulsed under his expert touch, responding eagerly to every caress. The flood of need that washed over you was so potent that you could feel it trickling down your inner thighs.

Bucky’s fingers ventured lower, drawn to the source of your wetness and he probed your entrance. He held you still as he swiftly slid two fingers deep inside you. The sudden intrusion into your velvety depths caused your eyes to roll back in your head, overwhelmed by the sensation of his still very hot fingers inside you. You let your head fall heavily onto his shoulder, a loud, unrestrained moan escaped your lips as his fingers began a gentle yet insistent rhythm, pumping in and out of you with a practiced ease.

"That's it, sweetheart..." Bucky let out a deep, guttural grunt of pleasure as he listened to your soft whimpers and moans. His voice was thick with his own desire as he continued, "How's that feel, hm? My fingers exploring every inch of this needy little hole of yours. You were practically dripping before I even laid a hand on you, weren't you?" His skilled fingers deftly navigated your cunt, searching for that one spot that would drive you wild.

Suddenly, his fingers found that elusive sweet, spongy spot deep inside you and curled up against it. The sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You couldn't help but let out a desperate, keening mewl as your hips instinctively bucked into his hand, seeking more of that friction. But your eager movements only resulted in Bucky withdrawing his fingers slightly, denying you the intense stimulation you craved.

"No, no, doll... stay still for me," he rasped into your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin and sending shivers down your spine. "I know you can do that. Be good…" His voice was a horny mix of command and encouragement, leaving no room for argument.

His fingers resumed their steady movements after seconds of stillness, but now they purposefully avoided that sweet spot that had you seeing stars just moments ago. The deliberate teasing had you trembling with need, but you weren’t shocked by it. Bucky loved watching you like this, he wasn’t satisfied unless you were shaking and begging through your pretty tears. He had you caught between the desire to obey and the overwhelming urge to chase your pleasure.

The Wakandan metal radiated an intense, penetrating heat that seemed to seep into your very core, like having smoldering coals nestled within your body. It didn't burn, of course - the sensation was far more nuanced than that. Besides, if his steaming arm burned you, he wouldn’t ever put it on your skin.

It instead felt like an overwhelming surge of warmth, akin to the comforting embrace of a steaming bowl of soup on a cold winter's day. The heat consumed you, leaving you feeling inexplicably full and satiated. You tried, your fervent attempts to remain still were failing, the mounting pleasure proved increasingly difficult to resist. He was acutely aware of your struggle, reveling in the power he held over you.

Your body cruelly betrayed you as your hips instinctively jerked upward, responding to the touch of his fingers as they grazed your most sensitive spot deep inside your cavern. Bucky, surprisingly, permitted this small transgression…but he was far from ready to grant you the release you so desperately craved.

He continued to curl his fingers relentlessly, expertly manipulating your body until he could feel the telltale tightening of your inner walls around him. Your voice, thick with need and barely above a whisper, managed to form the words, "I-I'm close, Bucky I...-"

Just as your body tensed, poised on the very edge of ecstasy, Bucky abruptly withdrew his fingers, denying you the climax you had been building towards. The sudden loss of stimulation made you release a pained, desperate cry from your lips, a sound that reverberated with raw frustration and unfulfilled desire. You attempted to crane your neck, seeking to make eye contact with him, silently pleading for mercy.

He was so unfair.

"Not until I say, baby...you know that," he whispered against your ear, his fingers thoroughly coated in your essence. You caught sight of the glistening strands of your unmistakable arousal dripping from his hand. The sight made you blush deeply, a mix of shame and excitement coursing through you as you whined softly, your body instinctively squirming against his other arm that held you firmly in place.

"Please...I need to..." you started, your voice trembling with need, a shiver running through your body as you felt the sudden loss of his warm, skilled fingers against your sensitive flesh. The absence of his touch left you aching, yearning for more, trying to get closer to that hand just inches away from you.

Bucky let his hand return to your folds, deliberately spreading your arousal across the delicate skin. The slow, purposeful movement of his fingers sent more addicting pleasure through your body. He began to tease your precious clit once more, his expert touch reigniting the fire within you.

His fingers warmed the pink flesh to a deep, blushing red, each caress bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy while still keeping you teetering on the brink of release. He did just enough for you to feel those shocks, but not enough to push you over.

You couldn't contain yourself, your passionate cries echoing through the room with such intensity that you were convinced your neighbors would surely lodge a complaint later. You didn’t really care, and neither did he. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding desperately against his hand as he expertly pleasured you.

His organic hand slowly traced its way down to your entrance, teasing and tantalizing with feather-light touches, then plunged deep inside you, curling over and over against your g-spot. His metal fingers continued their relentless assault on the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled between your slick folds, your clit at the mercy of his ministrations.

His voice was so deliciously deep and husky with arousal, it cut through the haze of your pleasure as he spoke to you. "You gonna finish for me, doll?" he growled, his own hips now moving in tandem with yours, the friction adding another layer to your mounting pleasure as you felt his hard cock grinding against your ass. "Hm? You gonna make a mess on my hands?"

The raw need in his tone, combined with the skillful ministrations of his hands, pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your climax rapidly approaching, a tidal wave threatening to crash over you at any moment.

You felt an overwhelming surge of sensation wash over you, your entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Your mouth fell open, ready to cry out in ecstasy, but at first, only a soft, breathy whine escaped your lips. Every muscle in your body tensed, your inner walls clenching tightly around his skilled fingers.

His hand continued its relentless assault, moving in circles around your sensitive bud, alternating between gentle pinches and teasing tugs. Your vocalizations grew louder and more desperate when he pinched your clit, his gentle tugging made the blood rush straight to it, the sensitivity increasing.

The climax washed over you, your passionate cries for him echoing through the empty kitchen. His name tumbled from your lips in a frantic mantra, your voice raw with need. Tears of intense pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes and your legs gave way beneath you, unable to support your weight any longer. But he was there, strong and steady, holding you up as you shattered in his arms.

"That's it, baby," he murmured encouragingly, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Let go for me. Don't hold back. I want to see you make a mess, make a fuckin’ mess for me..." His words were a siren song, coaxing, commanding you deeper into the throes of ecstasy.

Bucky's touches never ceased, fingers working tirelessly to prolong your pleasure, pushing you higher and higher until you thought you might lose your mind. What felt like mere seconds stretched into an eternity of blissful agony, your body alight with sensation, trembling and arching against him as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you.

Your vision blurred as tears pricked your eyes, cascading down your cheeks while you completely soaked his fingers. The intensity of the sensation overwhelmed you, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably. As waves of pleasure coursed through you, your mind went blank, consumed by the sheer ecstasy of the moment.

As your cries died down, your orgasm began to subside, having run its course through you. Your once rigid body slowly relaxed, muscles unwinding one by one, mirroring the gentling of his touches. He held you securely by your hips, his strong arm providing much-needed support to prevent you from collapsing. Even with the counter in front of you, you weren’t sure if you could even stand right now.

The aftermath left you in a state of blissful delirium. It felt utterly incredible, as if you were floating on cloud nine, your senses still reeling from the intense experience. You remained dazed, barely able to process the lingering sensations coursing through your body. Bucky slowly withdrew his fingers, the movement eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.

His touch became so tender and affectionate, traced a path along your skin as he placed gentle, reverent kisses on the back of your shoulder and the nape of your neck. The warmth of his breath caused goosebumps to rise all over your body as he murmured words of praise against your skin. "So good for me...so perfect, babydoll. You did so good for me," he whispered, his voice held soft adoration and satisfaction.

"I... I can't... feel my legs," you managed to say, your voice coming out in a raspy whisper as you struggled to catch your breath. Your chest heaved with each labored inhale, the exertion of your intense orgasm still evident in your flushed cheeks and trembling limbs.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your neck where his lips were pressed, sending a shiver down your spine despite your exhaustion. His gentle hands supported your weight, helping you regain your balance until you were able to stand somewhat steadily on your own, though your legs still felt like jelly beneath you.

"My bad, doll," he replied with a cheeky grin, that familiar smug smile spreading across his face as his eyes roamed over your disheveled form. There was a glint of satisfaction in his gaze as he took in the sight of you, clearly pleased with the effect he had on you. His eyes lingered on the places where his metal hand had touched, tracing the patterns of blotches and handprints that now adorned your skin in various shades of red from the heat of the vibranium.

"S'pretty, you know that?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. His eyes raking over your body with an intensity that made you feel both exposed and cherished. His gaze held vibrant, burning embers of lust that were still very much alive, but also a deep well of affection and love that made your heart skip a beat.

Bucky leaned close to you, his eyes softening as he gazed into yours. He caressed your cheek with his organic hand and gave you a tender, lingering kiss. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest. Your hands were still slightly trembling from your overwhelming release, but they found their way to his cheeks. Your thumbs traced delicate circles on his cheekbones, savoring the feel of his skin and scruff beneath your fingertips.

The kiss deepened, and you felt yourself melting into his embrace. The world faded away until there was nothing but the two of you, you cherished the moments like this, when it was just you both enjoying a sweet moment together. No worries, no stress, no fear. When Bucky finally pulled away, that familiar cheeky grin spread across his face, lighting up his eyes with mischief and affection.

Your eyes narrowed in response, growing suspicious thinking about the many possibilities he could be up to. "I gotta wash my arm again," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, the plates of vibranium still coated thickly with your orgasm.

Your cheeks flushed and you groaned softly, rolling your eyes. "Put the pan on the stove this time," you replied, your voice equally soft but tinged with playful exasperation. "I am not hand washing that thing."

Thanks for reading - em🌿

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𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - cregan stark

cregan stark x fem reader

summary: to grab your attention, cregan keeps parking his car in your spot. as you deal with his frustrating habit, you both end up clashing and forming a connection you didn’t see coming.

warnings: smut. sub cregan. oral (f receiving). pnv (mentions). breaking celibacy. reader doesn’t have too much patience. cregan likes to test her. fluff. modern au.

wc: +6k (sorry lol), english is not my first language.

The morning sun spread across the horizon, casting a golden glow that gradually enveloped the parking lot where Cregan sat in his Jeep. The light crept across the dashboard and lazily kissed his chiseled features and stubbly beard as he took slow, steady drags from his morning cigarette, the smoke rising in spirals and mingling with the annoyingly warm air filtering through the half-open window.

It was the end of summer, and although the weather had cooled slightly from the peak in July, the heat still lingered, a constant reminder of how much he disapproved of high temperatures and everything they brought. He had a nearly visceral aversion to them—during the summer, clothes would cling uncomfortably to his body, and the constant sweat seemed to eat away at him from within, leaving him restless. Even so, he couldn’t complain too much; autumn was just around the corner, bringing the cold he longed for and the continuation of the new semester.

Truth be told, he wasn't looking forward to going back to college. Far from it, actually. While summer wasn't his favorite season, he appreciated the solitude it offered—the freedom of late-night adventures, the revelry of parties, and the blissful absence of anxiety from procrastination. Yet, as much as he valued these fleeting comforts, they paled in comparison to the almost biting chill of fall and the deep anticipation of seeing you again.

The intense heat of sun seemed to mirror the depth of his desire for you. Just as the relentless sun made each day increasingly stifling and uncomfortable, his longing for you burned with equal intensity. The oppressive warmth was almost a reminder of the consuming passion within him, reflecting his growing sense of desperation and need.

Cregan didn't know how long he had longed for you, for he barely noticed when the desire he felt for you turned into something so deep and intense that it seemed to consume his veins with infernal heat, heating his body to levels that even the incessant heat of the sun could not do. summer could explain. He felt almost suffocated even though he was trapped against his will, but without knowing whether he should give in to frustration or despair with the anxiety he felt.

The last three months without you had been difficult, if not unbearable, for him. It was as if you had vanished from the world, and that left him on the brink of despair. Each day that passed without any word from you widened the hole in his chest a little more, and the fact that you ignored all 20 friend requests he sent you on social media only made things worse.

Being near you, no matter how torturous it could be at times, was a confinement he chose willingly. But being away from you? That was a true prison for him, an unrelenting agony that nearly consumed him from within.

One thing was certain: if it hadn’t been for Jacaerys, his best friend, he probably would have done something reckless and gone after you just to make sure you were okay. It was Jacaerys who held him back and allowed him to see your social media through his account, and although he was upset that you wouldn’t let him follow you, there was a strange comfort in knowing that his best friend did. However, this only made things worse. He was becoming fully aware of just how down bad he was for you—and that was, at the very least, humiliating.

It was humiliating—everything Cregan was doing at this point, and he knew it. His friends knew, and everyone around him knew. After all, he had been on celibate for months simply because he couldn’t imagine being with any woman other than you, even though you seemed more inclined to kick him in the balls than anything else.

And now, he was resorting to the same tactic he used months ago: parking in your spot just to provoke you into getting angry with him before class. Sometimes, he honestly felt that his fixation had reached a point of no return.

Taking the last drag from his cigarette, Cregan leaned further into the front seat of his Jeep, turned on the air conditioning slightly, and closed his eyes, waiting for you to arrive and complain so he could finally escape the sun. Fortunately for Cregan, less than five minutes later, he was startled by a light but furious knock on the Jeep's window. He had to hold back a smile as he saw your irritated expression outside.You looked so hot and so damn pretty.

"Hello, dear," he began, placing both hands behind his head as he looked at you with a smirk, trying to mask the rapid beating of his heart. "Is something wrong?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What the hell are you doing in my car spot?!" You nearly shouted, your cheeks growing redder with anger at his persistence. Cregan, however, didn’t seem at all bothered; if anything, his smile widened with every increase in your voice.

"I thought you’d matured over the summer break," you said through gritted teeth, glancing around at the people who were starting to stare. Despite your frustration, Cregan appeared more amused, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease you even further.

"First of all, this parking lot is public," he said with a teasing hum, his smirk growing as he slowly opened the window, clearly enjoying your irritated and impatient expression. "Secondly, did you really think I’d matured over these months?" His voice carried a hint of hidden amusement, though you didn’t seem to notice. You let out a deep sigh, trying to mask your frustration.

If you were being honest, no, you didn’t think he had matured. He had always been a bit much since the day you met him—constantly praising you almost directly or irritating you on purpose just to get a reaction. It didn’t help that he kept sending friend requests, which you declined every time, or that Jace was always one of the first to see your posts after Cregan made it clear you two were together.

The truth was, you didn’t think he’d changed at all. If anything, based on the look he was giving you, he was probably the same or even worse. And you weren't sure how much longer you could tolerate him irritating you like this.

"I literally paid for this spot, Cregan!" you hissed in a hushed whisper, trying not to attract even more attention. But you had to look away when you felt his intense gaze on you—the fact that he was so handsome didn’t help at all. "And besides, you don’t even have classes on this campus, so what’s your excuse for being here?" you demanded, already irritated, as you pressed your hand to your forehead a bit too aggressively.

Cregan’s smile widened as he noticed the frustration in your eyes and how you avoided his gaze. He knew you found him attractive—he had overheard you admitting it to a friend a few months ago, and the memory filled him with smug satisfaction. While he was used to attention from other girls, knowing that you, the one person who truly mattered to him, found him appealing was different. You were the only woman he cared about and the only one he wanted to touch.

You drove him insane. It wasn’t just an obsession anymore; it was a madness that consumed him completely. Every thought and every impulse he had was dominated by you, and the distance you kept between the two of you was unbearable. You were a constant in his mind, a presence that refused to let his sanity remain intact. But either way, he liked that, he loved that.

"I just wanted to say hello, dear," Cregan said after a few seconds, blinking with exaggerated fake innocence, his voice almost a teasing melody as he leaned closer to the car window, trying to get as close to you as possible. "I missed you." He continued to hum playfully, but there was something in the way he said it that made you almost certain there was a hint of truth behind the teasing.

Even though you tried to stay composed, you couldn’t stand how easily he got under your skin. A few words from him were enough to make your heart race, and his effortless charm was maddening. Despite your resistance, you couldn’t deny the strange attraction you felt toward him or how annoyingly handsome he was—even with his scruffy beard. And no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t escape his pull. You felt trapped.

"Well, you can say hello from anywhere but my parking spot," you retorted, striving for firmness even though your voice wavered slightly. "So move your Jeep, or I’ll call a tow truck." You took a few steps back, increasing the distance between you, which seemed to disappoint him slightly.

Despite that Cregan’s smile lingered, though now it was tempered with a hint of reluctance. He made no move to move his Jeep; his gaze fixed intently on you as he furrowed his brow, as if evaluating his next move.

"Are you really going to call a tow truck?" he finally asked, his voice carrying the same playful tone. He leaned slightly out of the open window, his heart racing, when he noticed you glancing at his lips for a fleeting moment. He had to work hard to suppress a more genuine smile that threatened to surface.

To you, it was evident that he was deliberately prolonging the situation. The tension between you was palpable, and it was clear that he was savoring the game he was playing with you. Plus the fact his smile widened slightly as he observed you struggling not to look at his lips, made you almost sick. "Come on," he continued, his tone taking on an almost earnest edge as he noticed your hesitation to respond. "Is all this stress really worth it? I’m just trying to say hello." And to stay close to you, he almost said.

"You really haven’t changed, have you?" you asked, frustration evident in your voice as you tightened your grip on your car keys. "I thought you might have matured this semester." Your sharp eyes locked with his playful ones, daring him to defy your words.

Cregan blinked, and his smile grew wider in a flash. "Does that mean you’ve been thinking about me, dear?" He purred, barely containing his amusement as he watched a blush creep up your neck. The idea seemed to delight him, adding an unexpected warmth to his expression.

You opened and closed your mouth, stunned by the audacity of his question. He wasn’t completely off the mark; you had, indeed, thought about him. But admitting that to Cregan was unthinkable. You knew he’d never let it go, relishing every moment of your discomfort. It was as if he shed all pretense of maturity around you, or perhaps he felt most himself when he was with you. Either way, one thing was clear: you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of an admission.

Swallowing hard, you gave a dry cough, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks as you tightened your grip on the keys in your hand, determined to resist the lazy, piercing gaze that seemed to follow your every move. "Don’t flatter yourself," you shot back, striving for indifference despite his penetrating stare. "I have better things to think about than you."

Cregan’s smile didn’t falter at your bold, if slightly unsteady, retort. If anything, it widened as he leaned further out of the window, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Better things? Then why do you look so flustered? " he asked, feigning innocence, though his gaze was anything but that. Three months ago, he would have flirted and walked away, but your absence had only drawn him closer, and now, the idea of being with another woman, if it wasn’t you, repulsed him.

"I’m not flustered," you lied, clenching your jaw, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you. He had to fight the urge to glance at your neck, where the blush was deepening. "I’m just tired of these childish games." You rubbed your forehead in frustration, glaring at him with renewed irritation.

His expression softened slightly at your tone, but the lazy, teasing smirk on his lips remained. "Childish? Maybe. But you’re still giving me attention, aren’t you?" he teased.

If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was attempting your patience.

You opened your mouth to protest but found yourself at a loss for words. He wasn’t wrong—you were engaging with his provocations, letting him drag you into this ridiculous game and burrow even deeper under your skin. The fact that he was lingering in your parking spot longer than usual unsettled you, but what bothered you more was that part of you was enjoying it. You were furious at yourself for letting his teasing get to you.

There was something about Cregan that made it impossible for you to walk away, even though you knew you should for your own peace of mind.

"You’re impossible," you finally muttered after a few seconds, struggling to find the right words and shaking your head as if to clear it. "Just move your jeep, Cregan. I don’t have time for this," you insisted, loosening your grip on your car keys.

But he still didn’t move, and the intensity in his gaze made your heart skip a beat—though you didn’t realize his heart was racing just as fast. "You know," he said softly, his voice losing some of its teasing edge. "I’m not just here to annoy you. I actually wanted to see you" He admitted it quietly, as if he didn’t want anyone else in the parking lot to hear it.

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily at a loss for words. This was a side of him you weren’t used to—a vulnerability typically masked by layers of sarcasm and provocation. And now, that facade was replaced by softness and even a hint of submission, making you hesitate for just a moment.

But then you remembered the situation you were in and how he always seemed to know exactly how to provoke you in the most infuriating way. It steeled you against the pull he had over you. “Well, now you’ve seen me," you replied, your voice firmer than before, though a blush still lingered on your cheeks. "So either move the car, or I’ll have it moved." You threatened, causing Cregan to sigh dramatically as he finally started up his old Jeep, his gaze softer than it had been before.

Without further excuses, Cregan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, stubbing out his cigarette in the small car ashtray before shifting the Jeep into gear. The engine roared to life as he began to back out of the spot slowly, each movement deliberate, as if he were savoring the final moments of this intense interaction. He kept his eyes on you nearly the entire time, watching for your reaction.

As the Jeep was coming out of the spot, Cregan, with the window already down, leaned out a bit further. "You know," he said, his voice now softer but still playful. "I really appreciate how you keep me on my toes. It makes life a bit more interesting." He teased with his smooth but soft voice, which carried a hint of truth in its tone.

You crossed your arms, attempting to maintain a stern expression, though your irritation waned as you caught sight of his clear eyes. The flush on your cheeks reminded you of how easily he could affect you. "I’m glad I can provide you with some entertainment,” you said sarcastically, your tone less sharp despite the rapid beating of your heart and the previous irritation. "But I have a class to get to."

Cregan nodded, his less playful smile giving way to a more sincere expression. "Alright, alright," he said, his heart racing as he noticed how your t-shirt hugged your waist. "I’ll be on my way. Try not to think too much about me." He offered another small smile, the playful tone now replaced with a softer one.

Raising an eyebrow, you kept your gaze fixed on him, trying to suppress a blush as you noticed how his arm muscles had grown over the summer. "I’ll keep that in mind," you said, before turning back to your car, feeling a touch of satisfaction as you sensed his eyes lingering on you, almost burning a hole through your back.

Cregan cast one last glance at you as he pulled away in his Jeep, his heart still pounding. He bit his lip, recalling your expression and the way he caught you looking at his lips. For a moment, he had forgotten the heat of the day, perhaps because being near you made him feel at ease. But as he drove toward his campus away from you, a feeling of unease began to creep in.

When he arrived at campus, he found the main parking lot completely full. Frustrated, he turned to park the Jeep in a more distant spot near the campus convenience store, muttering small curses under his breath as he maneuvered.

As Cregan stepped out of the car, he noticed Jace emerging from the small store with a carton of chocolate milk in hand. Catching Cregan’s gaze, the shorter guy waved and walked over with a smile. "Hey, Cregan." Jace said as he joined him. "Why’d you park so far away?" he asked lazily, taking a long sip of his drink.

Cregan forced a smile, trying to appear carefree as he hid his sweaty hands behind his back. It was clear, though, that he was still preoccupied with the conversation he’d just had with you. "You know," he replied vaguely, shrugging as he walked alongside his friend, attempting to mask his thoughts.

Jacaerys eyed his friend closely. "You went to bother that poor girl again, didn’t you?" He asked, his knowing expression making it obvious he already knew the answer.

That question prompted a wry smile from Cregan. "You always know everything, don’t you?" he remarked, attempting to keep his tone relaxed. But he couldn’t stop thinking about you and the way your lips had twisted in annoyance as you grumbled at him.

Shaking his head, Jace chuckled softly, briefly coughing when he nearly choked on his chocolate milk. "Well, it’s my job," he said sarcastically. When Cregan didn’t respond, he cleared his throat and continued, "Baela told me your girl is going to the house party on Friday."

Hearing this, Cregan’s interest was immediately piqued, and he looked sharply at his friend. Yet he couldn’t ignore the confusion stirred by Jace’s tone. "And what’s your point?" he asked, his curiosity showing as he pulled another cigarette from his pocket.

"Well," Jace began thoughtfully, though Cregan suspected he already knew the advice he was about to give. "If you really want a chance with her, maybe it’s better to give her some space until the party. That way, you can approach her in a more relaxed way and, you know…" Jace trailed off, letting his words hang. Cregan raised an eyebrow. "Be less… you," Jace finally said. The taller man shrugged, mulling over the advice as it began to make sense.

Jacaerys was almost certain he could see the gears turning in his friend’s head.

He was almost certain that meeting in that environment could help forge a connection between the two of you, and he was willing to take the risk. "I’ll take your advice and see how things go at the party," Cregan said, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he followed his best friend into the campus building.

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Friday had arrived, and the party was in full swing. The old, two-story house near campus was packed with students eager to unwind after the first week of college. Music boomed, vibrating through the walls, and the scent of cheap beer mixed with sweat and perfume. Laughter and shouts echoed through the crowded hallways, where people were so tightly packed it was a wonder anyone could move.

Cregan stood at the edge of the living room, scanning the crowd. His usual confident demeanor was subdued by a palpable tension, the kind that comes with anticipation. He hadn't seen or spoken to you since his conversation with Jace, and he was starting to regret it.

His mood had worsened over the past few days since he stopped parking in your spot. Even though he was so close to you, well, at the same college, he couldn’t see you, and it was starting to weigh on him on an extreme level. During the summer break, he had a legitimate reason not to see you—after all, you seemed to be avoiding him, or maybe it was just in his head—but now, having made the decision to stay away from you on his own, he was growing frustrated with himself. He felt stupid, to say the least.

Sometimes, he wanted to kick himself for listening to Jace.

Suddenly, he was pulled from his thoughts—thoughts that kept drifting to you, despite his best efforts—by a girl who approached with a sly smile on her lips. She was attractive—the kind of girl who would normally catch Cregan's attention without even trying. But tonight, he was distracted, and her presence only heightened the desire he felt for you and the satisfaction he took in choosing celibacy because of you.

"You’re Cregan, aren’t you?" the girl asked as she got close enough, and he nodded with little interest, trying to resist the urge to wrinkle his nose at her approach as the strong scent of her perfume filled the space between them. It wasn’t unpleasant, but he found himself longing for something lighter, sweeter—like the refreshing aroma he associated with you. "What are you doing just standing here?" she continued, her smile never fading.

Cregan turned his gaze from the girl to the door, shrugging slightly as he tried to maintain a polite demeanor. "I’m just taking a break," he said, his voice flat and distant. He cleared his throat, realizing his tone was more curt than he intended. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t care much; his mind was focused on finding you, and the girl’s presence was a minor distraction he could barely tolerate.

From the corner of his eye, Cregan noticed the girl’s surprise at his lack of enthusiasm, but he couldn’t have cared less. His mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of you, and the growing urgency to find you made every other interaction feel like an unwelcome distraction. The intensity of his desire for you made the presence of any other girl and their attempts at conversation seem utterly insignificant.

"You’re not really in the mood for company, are you?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly. Cregan gave her a brief, indifferent glance before nodding. With a resigned sigh, she took a step back, clearly uncertain about what to do next.

"Okay, I understand," she said once more, but he remained focused on the floor, ignoring her. "Look for me if you need company," she added, her voice trailing off as she noticed his disinterest. With a final, frustrated sigh, she turned and walked away, leaving him to continue his search for you, oblivious to her departure.

After a few minutes of waiting, growing increasingly restless, Cregan sighed and decided to search for you himself, diving into the dense crowd of sweaty and inebriated students. The music blared around him, mingling with the chaotic hum of conversations, making it difficult to focus. Despite the overwhelming noise and heat, he moved with determination, pushing through the crowd in pursuit of finding you.

He scanned every face and every group, hoping to catch a glimpse of you amid the chaos. The heat and noise of the party only heightened his anxiety, but he pressed on, driven by the urgent need to find you. He needed to see you, even if it was just for another exchange of barbs or the flirtatious remarks you used to make. He just wanted to be near you, and all his rational thoughts seemed to disappear when it came to you.

Cregan’s search felt endless, each moment blending into the next as he navigated the throng of bodies. His gaze flitted from face to face, his mind consumed by the one person who dominated his thoughts: you.

Then, through a gap in the crowd, he caught sight of you in a small room downstairs. You were laughing with Baela and Rhaena, a cup of beer in hand. Cregan's heart raced at the sight of you, his gaze lingering on the way your clothes accentuated your curves. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, feeling a surge of nervous anticipation.

Without waiting too long, he took a deep breath and moved toward you, once again carefully navigating through the sea of people, his heart racing as he approached. As he got closer, he couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh at your soft yet somehow scandalous laughter, which made him quicken his pace.

Summoning his courage, he stepped closer, his eyes locked on your face as he fought to keep his gaze steady. He cleared his throat, hoping to get your attention without startling you. "Hi," he said, his voice betraying only a hint of the nerves he felt. You looked up at him, surprised. "How’s it going, dear?" he asked, trying to sound casual as he used the tone that was uniquely his with you.

You blinked slowly, not noticing how the twins giggled and moved away to another part of the room, giving you privacy with Cregan. The truth was, you were surprised. Cregan hadn’t been occupying your parking spot for the past three days, which was unsettling since, for the last seven months—on the days you had classes—he was always there with his Jeep, waiting to exchange sarcastic remarks or even flirt with you.

And although you didn’t want to admit it, his absence made you more uncomfortable than you had anticipated.

"Oh, hi, Cregan," you replied, immediately regretting the brevity and dryness of your response when you saw his expression falter slightly. "I haven’t seen you the last few days. Are you okay?" you asked, trying to steady your breath as he moved closer. Despite your efforts to stay composed, he seemed entirely focused on you, his eyes locked onto yours.

He could smell your refreshing scent, and it was already making him a bit dizzy and thirsting for more.

"I am." Cregan replied in a softer voice, stopping in front of you, and you had to lift your head to look into his eyes. "Why do you want to know? Did you miss me?" He hummed lightly, not taking his gaze off your lips, which made you blush visibly.

You blinked at his question, momentarily caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. You tried to maintain your composure, but the way he looked at you made it difficult. "Maybe," you said, your voice softer than you intended. For a moment, you saw his eyes widen before he quickly regained his composure.

To say he was surprised was an understatement. He was astonished, to say the least. You had always seemed indifferent to his advances and flirtations, so the softness in your voice now was unexpected. Despite his enjoyment of your acidic responses, he couldn't help but feel pleased. For a moment, he was grateful he had followed Jacaerys's advice, realizing that this moment might never have happened otherwise.

Cregan stepped closer, his breath hitching as he watched your expression. The air between you buzzed with a tension that sent his heart racing, and he was almost sure you felt it too when he saw the rise and fall of your chest. Maybe it was how your breaths seemed to sync or how you were both so engrossed in each other that the surrounding noise faded into the background. Either way, he was content, sensing that you were as well.

"Good," he murmured, his voice low as his face hovered just inches from yours."Because I missed you too." He sighed, his voice devoid of its usual playful tone, filled instead with genuine and almost desperate sincerity.

Then, before he could say anything else, you rose onto your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his in a way so possessive and sudden that his eyes widened in surprise, momentarily stunned by what was happening. But it didn’t take long for him to close his eyes and wrap a strong arm around your waist, returning the kiss with a desperation that made you briefly question if this was the same Cregan who used to tease you every morning.

The kiss was intense, and he let you take the lead, too lost in your lips to even think about taking control of the kiss. He nearly groaned when your tongue met his, massaging it in a rough yet gentle way. He was almost drunk, so lost in the kiss that when your hips brushed lightly against him, he pulled back, his gaze roaming over your hody, filled with desire.

"Please, let’s get out of here," he murmured, his voice almost desperate, arms still wrapped firmly around your waist as he gazed at you with intense, pleading eyes. "Please," he repeated, the word laced with urgency. Though his sudden vulnerability caught you off guard, you gave a slight nod, and without wasting another moment, he gently took your arm, eager to continue what had just begun.

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You weren’t sure exactly what made you pull him close or kiss him with such intensity and need. Maybe it was the fear of him leaving you and the uncertainty of how you would cope without him after becoming so accustomed to his presence. Perhaps it was the way he embodied chaos, or maybe it was the fact that he looked so captivating under the soft party lights, just a short distance from his place. Whatever the reason, you found yourself lost in the moment, and you didn’t regret your decision.

You didn’t regret letting go of your pride, because if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have been able to kiss him with such intensity the moment you reached his room. Nor would you have been able to ride his cock with such slow, deliberate movements that it brought tears to his eyes as he begged and cried for more.

It was an exhilarating thrill to have a man of his size pleading for your body and pleasure, and you embraced every moment. Each desperate cry he made and every whispered plea and praise as he lavished kisses and worshipped you heightened your satisfaction and inflated your ego.

You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his devoted attention, especially as he eagerly explored every inch of you between your legs with the same tongue he used to provoke you.

Cregan's tongue worked your pussy with expert skill; his desperation was so intense that it was as if he were drunk on your taste. Each frantic suck on your clit had you murmuring incoherent words as you pressed your hips closer to his face. And grinned, moaning with each movement, holding your legs open firmly to keep devouring you.

"Cregan!" you tried to say between breaths, but he seemed to be lost between your legs, too focused on pleasing you. He just continued his relentless movements, his moans muffled against you as he rubbed his hips against his sheets, desperately seeking his own release while he devoured you.

"You have to stay still," he said against your pussy, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "Please?" he begged, and you nodded, glancing down to see his desperate eyes, glistening with tears at the corners.

You couldn't resist saying yes to him when he looked at you with those expectant eyes and spoke to you in a voice so soft and different from what you were used to, and you almost broke when he returned to licking your clit in a desperate and subtle way, almost as if he were desperate for more.

What you didn't know was how truly desperate Cregan was. This was the most intense thing he'd done in months, and his long period of celibacy only made him savor every moment more. He was so immersed in the pleasure of the moment that he felt if he were to die right there between your legs, he'd die utterly satisfied. And damn, he was on the brink of bliss, completely overwhelmed by you. Just you.

Your moans grew louder as Cregan continued to savour every inch of your clit. His movements became increasingly frantic and so desperate, as your pleasure mounted, you felt your body on the brink of climax. The pressure built up, making you shiver.

The way he licked and sucked at you with such urgency was overwhelming. Each touch of his tongue provided an intense stimulus that made you writhe. Despite your escalating pleasure, Cregan seemed even more satisfied. Your moans grew louder as Cregan continued to explore every inch of your clit. His movements became increasingly frantic and desperate, and as your pleasure mounted, you felt your body on the brink of climax. The pressure built up, making you shiver.

The way he licked and sucked at you with such urgency was overwhelming. Each touch of his tongue provided an intense stimulus that made you writhe. Despite your escalating pleasure, he seemed even more satisfied. His hips ground against the sheets, his restless movements intensifying the pleasure and causing him to moan against your pussy.

As the tension reached its peak, waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed you, your body writhing and trembling as you tried to hold on just a little longer, savoring the almost pathetic pleas of Cregan. But it was impossible to delay your orgasm, which hit you with a force that made your legs wrap around his head.

And, realizing that you had climaxed, Cregan lost control, letting out a moan as he licked up your release. His hips ground even harder against the sheets, desperately seeking his own orgasm. His moans grew louder and more intense, making you smile through your heavy breaths. Soon, he too reached his peak, his body trembling as he clutched at your waist.

Still holding your waist, Cregan managed to rise with effort, kicking the sheet aside and grabbing another to cover both of you. He lay down beside you and couldn’t resist planting one last soft kiss on your lips when he saw how beautiful you looked. Pulling you closer to his chest, he gently stroked your hair and placed tender kisses on your forehead, making you smile with contentment at this new side of him you had discovered.

After a few minutes, as the mood softened, he turned to you with a satisfied, playful grin, the same grin you were familiar with. "It’s time for you to accept my friend request," he said with a hint of sarcasm, tucking a few stray strands of your hair behind your ear.

You looked at him with a tired, lazy smile, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Shut up," you replied cheekily. He laughed one last time, clearly pleased with your response.

You might not be the sweetest person he knew, but it’s you who he wants.

2024 © do not repost or translate my work anywhere else.

— likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!

i deleted a really big part of this smut because it was 4 a.m., and I was kind of ‘😵‍💫😵‍💫’. i really disliked this smut and tried to save as much as i could.

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Slashtober🔪|| Knock Knock!Hongjoong & San

Pairing: Hongjoong, & San x Reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: DARK THEME, Dom!Joong, Dom!San, Sub!Reader, Bondage, Pussy Slapping, Humiliation, Infidelity, Shower Sex, Gun Play, Fingering, Rough Sex, Choking, Slapping, Reader Gets Knocked Out With The Gun, Degradation, Oral, Clit Play, Nipple Pinching, Unprotected Sex, Recording The Deed, Spit, Manhandling, Dumbification, once again its Slashtober y’all know what it issss! If I missed anything PLEASE lemme know 👀👀…

Slashtober 24’ Masterlist

NSFW UNDER CUT MDNI🔞!!!!!

Kissing your husband on the lips, you stick your head inside the driver side of the car, blowing kisses to your two little ones in the back. The bursting excitement of them filled the car with smiles. Seonghwa brushes you once more, making you avert your eyes to him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” He whispers, long slender fingers begin to trace the side of your jaw. Making you snap your eyes back to him, that loving feeling blossoming at your insides. Letting a small smile creep on your face as your kids cheer, and yell to Seonghwa that they wanna leave as quickly as possible. Nodding your head, you place a kiss on Seonghwas lips, letting him know you have a lot of work to catch up on, and it would be best if they went to the beach alone. Letting a brief smile dance among his lips he wishes once more you’d come, kissing the palm of your hand, love swirling within his dark eyes. You kiss his lips once more, your oldest out of the two letting out a small groan, saying how gross it is to see his parents touching lips. Placing the car in park, and pulling out of the driveway, you watch as the car gets smaller and smaller.

Heading back in the house you let out a small groan, clearly battling the temptations of procrastination. It was the first time you got your house to yourself in quite some time. Not that you didn’t love Seonghwa, and your kids. But sometimes you missed the peacefulness the quiet had brought. Sitting at the computer seat you make yourself as comfortable as possible knowing you have hours of work ahead of you. Eyes burning with each passing hour, due to barely blinking you glance down at the time, exhaustion runs all over your body. Grabbing your coffee mug you head to the kitchen when suddenly the doorbell rings, starting you. Making your way towards the front door. You look through the peephole, quietly trying to move around your house.

“Who is it?” You call out, seeing the two strange men in front of your door. Clearly shivering, they both say their name through chattering teeth. Opening the door slightly you peak through the crack.

“How can I help you..?” You whisper out, clearly scared. Flicking on the porch light you see both men fully. Their handsome faces have you opening the door wider, taking in both forms. Their shirts cling to their bodies. Your eyes fight to stay looking at their face as they begin speaking.

“H-Hi mam..our car broke down three miles down the block, our phones died as well. You were the only house that answered the door. We’ve been trying to get help for hours.” San says through chattering teeth. The smaller one looks at you, eyes boring into the side of your face. Clearly making you nervous you clear your throat..

“My husband he’s not home currently.” You explain, eyes barely being able to focus on the eyes of each man. Giving a small tight lipped smile. They both nod understanding, the one with the bigger shoulders asks if he could borrow your phone to call a couple friends. Despite your better judgment you hesitantly nod, cracking your door open a bit wider. Letting them step in, they don’t move far from your front door as they don’t wanna track in water. Grabbing your cell phone you make your way back to both men, lingering not too far to give them privacy to make whichever phone calls they need too.

“Okay thank you..” San says, ending the phone call. With one arm wrapped around his body he calls out for you..

“Mam..excuse me!” He whisper shouts. Not wanting to make any commotion in your house. Making your way back to them with some towels you take your phone back.

“Any luck?” You ask, while looking between the both of them. The smaller one answers first…

“Not til tomorrow, so we will have to tough it out in the car till then.” Shrugging his shoulders they both dry off to the best of their abilities before handing you the towels. As they begin to leave you stop them…

“Wait..!” On the drop of a dime they both halt their movements. Both side eyeing each other with smiles on their faces, they turn with curious looks.

“I know I shouldn’t be doing this…and it’s probably not a good idea, I mean we don't even know each other…” as you continue to ramble, they make their way closer to you. San in the back, Hongjoong in the front. As you feel the damp material of their clothes touch your warm skin you stop your rambling.

“We appreciate your hospitality..” San whispers into your ear, his soft lips brush against your heated skin. Letting out a squeak, you nod your head. Not trusting yourself to speak to either of them. Hongjoong studies your every move. Eyes flickering with curiosity. He begins to thank you..

“Would you mind getting us a change of clothes perhaps? I would kill for a shower..” he ends his sentence stepping closer to you, breath fanning across your face. Suddenly you lack all ability to think clearly, nodding your head you have them follow you to your shared bedroom. You are convinced both of them are sirens, so thoughtlessly you follow their word. Photos of you and Seonghwa fill the room. As you step over the threshold of the door your body sends a shiver down your spine. Grabbing them some of Seonghwas clothes you hand them to each man.

“You can keep them, they are just some extra clothes my husband has lying around.” You squeak out, looking at every feature on their faces but their eyes. Grabbing the clothes they both smile at you, heads turning towards you fully.

“Husband? What a lucky man..” Hongjoong purrs out. Letting his cold hand touch yours before taking all the fabric from your arms. Nodding you crack a smile, all three of you starring amongst each other. It feels like the room is boiling in heat. Letting out a small cough you lead them towards the bathroom. Offering them to shower, stressing that warmth is very important. Just as you are about to leave they both thank you. Nodding you tell them you will be down the hall. Leaving them to themselves you don’t travel far, listening as the wet clothing hits the bathroom floor. You have two strange men undressing in your home. Looking at the portraits of you and Seonghwa you place them face down. Not wanting to feel the guilt of breaking such a code of loyalty. Just as you are about to leave the room, the bathroom light catches one of the portraits you are laying down. Biting your lip you want to head out of the room, give them their privacy, but your feet move before your mind can. You stand outside of the bathroom door, peeking inside. Your mouth slightly dropping when you see both naked men, stepping inside of the same shower. Their upper bodies look like they had been sculpted by Gods. The one with the big shoulders had such a defined back with each movement the muscles flexed, the shorter one while he was not as big, he still was muscular, a defined six pack, pecs swollen with muscle. Brain lagging in action, you step inside the bathroom, the warmth from the shower aiding in the heat.

You blink in awe as both of them maneuver under the water. Mouth drying with each movement they do. You were like a love sick teen, clearly caught up in the moment until. San lets out a low whistle, standing like a deer in the headlights. Your jaw tenses, you can’t even make a case to plead as you are caught directly in the act. Opening the glass door, they both step out, bodies fully nude, cocks long and hard just resting on top of their strong thighs. Your eyes immediately fall to it, watching the way Hongjoongs curves, and Sans has a bulging vein.

“Well, well, look what we have here Hongjoong.” San says, water droplets falling off of him.

“I’m-I’m I sw-swear! This isn’t, no, if you just let me expl-.” Your sentence is cut off by Hongjoong stepping in front of you, the heat rolls off of him, almost knocking you out.

“I think I know what you want..” he whispers, letting his hand come up to run across your bottom lip before placing his thumb on your tongue. San wedges you between them both, wet, warm chest touching your back. You can feel his cock pressed against your lower back.

“You wanna be fucked good, don’t you?” San whispers into your ear, letting out a small moan.

“You wanna be fucked rough?” Hongjoong whispers out, getting closer to your face. Lips brushing against yours. Your face heats, feeling a flush run across your body you nod slowly. Hands clenched into fists. You know this is wrong, your brain is screaming ‘what about Seonghwa?’ But against your better judgment you follow through, continuing to nod. Agreeing that this is what you want. Pinching your chin between his fingers, he pulls your face closer to his..

“I need a yes, not just a head nod.” His bottom lip brushes yours, nodding your head once more you tell him verbally that this is what you want. Everything happens so quickly, they are pushing you to the running shower, stripping your clothes as you get closer to the steamy area. Before you know it you are naked, sandwiched in between both men. With their lips hot on your skin, hands flying all over your body, this is going to be a night no one will never forget.

“Look at that San.” Hongjoong says through a laugh, continuing to pump his throbbing cock inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises, mixing with the heavy breaths from both of them cloud your mind, not even hearing your phone ring. San lets out a laugh, lightly slapping the side of your face repeatedly, trying to bring you back to reality. Grabbing the front of your neck, Hongjoong tilts you head back, the pressure from his hand makes you let out a loud moan.

“Don't you hear that baby? Your phone is ringing. Should we answer it?” He huffs into your mouth. Drinking in every breath you blow in his face, tongue darting out to lick up the small drool that’s leaving your mouth, you thoughtlessly nod. Slowing his thrusts, San reaches out of the shower grabbing your phone, answering it.

“Hello?” You hear Seonghwas voice, it feels like you are in a tunnel, the echoing of his voice is in your ears, yet you can't seem to understand why.

“Hello? Y/N?”

Lowering his moist lips to your ear he growls in them..

“Answer him, or I will.” Jerking his hips once more inside of you, digging deeper, bumping directly against your cervix.

“Hel-Hello..?” You groan out, hissing at the way San digs his nails into your hips, slowing his pace down. Letting the head of his cock bump against your swollen clit. With his cock sliding between your wet pussy lips, and Hongjoong arranging your guts you could barely come up dough a logical thought.

“You alright?” Seonghwa asks, concern lacing his voice. Biting your lip, you nod as if he could see you through the phone. Palming the fat of your ass, Hongjoong brings you down further on his cock. His oozing tip completely crushing your g spot. Making you let out a whimper. San lets out a small giggle, pumping his hips faster, the tip of his red cock brushing your clit with each stroke. Bringing his hand down, he grabs his member, continuing to stroke in between your sticky lips. The steam from the shower adding onto the extra moisture.

“Ye-Yea.” You say clearing your throat.

“I’m alright, just a super hot shower, the steam is getting to me, along with all the work.”

Letting out a small sigh of relief Seonghwa goes on to tell you that due to the storm they will be hunkering down at Wooyoungs house on the beach. You barely hear any words that come through the phone speaker, the hot breath that is on the back of your neck from Hongjoong is clouding your thoughts. The deep strokes he’s giving your cunt, letting quiet sloshing noises. Not too sure if Seonghwa can hear the noises, you quickly wrap up the call, telling him you love him. While you have a cock stuffed up your cunt, and sliding between your pussy lips. As soon as the call ends San halts his strokes. Dropping to his knees, his tongue starts toying with your throbbing clit. Hongjoong resumes his slow deep strokes, reaching around to grab your breast, he pinches your nipple. Making you let out a howl.

“You love him?” Hongjoong whispers in your ear, hips driving back far before slamming into you at full force. Knocking your g spot each time, Sans tongue flickers over Hongjoongs length from time to time, collecting any fluid that leaks out of your used hole. Wrapping his soft lips against your clit, he nibbles on it before giving it quick, firm sucks. Bringing his hand down to touch his neglected cock he pumps it at the pace Hongjoong strokes your insides with.

“Answer me!” Hongjoong grits out. Teetering on the edge of bliss trying to hold himself off as long as possible. You choke out a breath letting out a loud whine. Clutching the top of Sans head, as he throws one of your legs over his broad shoulder. The hot water runs down your body, certain streams aim at your other neglected pebbles nipple.

“I don’t know.” You whine out, the hazing clouds still blur your mind and eyes. You do love Seonghwa, that’s why you married him, settled down with him, had kids with him. Yet here you were getting pleasured by two men who were not your husband. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

“Fu-Fuck.” Your hips stutter against Sans face, his tongue continuing to flicker against your clit as he sucks on it like it is a piece of candy. Hongjoongs nails dig deeper into the flesh of your hips. As he begins to slam you up and down his length, he snatches you off of Sans mouth. His dark eyes immediately meeting Sans.

Rolling his shoulders, San stands up, back firm against the shower wall, he grabs one of your nipples rolling it between his thumbs, the other grabbing his cock, tapping it against his stomach, Hongjoong slams you against Sans front. His pace is no longer slow and deep. He begins hammering away at your insides while San wedges his cock between both of your bodies, pumping his body slowly against the lower flesh of your stomach. The sudden change in pace has you gripping Sans shoulders trying your best to remain steady.

“Oh-Oh my god.” You chant over and over again.

“Hong-Hongjoong please!” You squeal out. Bringing his hand down to you with your clit, San picking up speed as well, the wet, soft flesh makes his cock leak all over your skin. Feeling his balls beginning to tighten, San pinches your clit, the warm water running from his arms down to your abused clit gives you that final push you need, causing your back to arch against Hongjoong who thrusts once more before pulling out and cumming all over your ass. San pumps a few more times before coming all over your lower belly, the cum squirting quick and hot all over your flesh.

Letting out a breathy moan you lean your body weight against San, head laying against his shoulder. Letting out a sigh, San pats your sticky ass. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, Hongjoong grabs soap and begins to clean the cum off of you.

“Hey…you alright?” San whispers into your ear, the water droplets from his face tickle your nose, looking up at him you nod. Not even uttering a word as your body is spent. Wrapping up the shower you both end up in your bed. Your body crushed between the both of them, the warmth radiating from them as your body being pulled into a deep sleep. As one rubs small circles with his thumbs on your upper shoulders, the other is rubbing small circles on your lower back. Your eyes fall heavy with sleep, abandoning your phone in the bathroom, your morals in the shower, and your respect for your relationship in the very bed all three of you lie in, the very same bed that normally would occupy you and your husbands bodies.

As your breathing gets heavier San and Hongjoong look up from your sleeping frame. A mischievous grin breaks out on Joongs face. Slipping away from your bed, they head back into the bathroom. Quiet steps as both men move, making sure not to startle you awake.

“What do you think?” San says, leaning against the bathroom sink. Folding his arms against his naked chest. Hongjoong stands in the middle of the bathroom, looking around.

“What do you think?” He looks at San, that playful smile taking over his face once more. Nodding his head San turns around, beginning to rummage through the bathroom cabinets. Taking out the items that catch his eye.

“Black Opium, let’s give it a smell.” Spraying the cologne in the room, waving his hand through it, San hums in approval.

“They got some super nice stuff, look at all these pieces of jewelry.” Hongjoong whispers as he thrifts through the drawers in the bathroom, taking every piece of jewelry out and admiring it. Wafting his hand back and forth he covers his nose.

“San this isn’t a bath and body works!” Hongjoong quietly hisses, annoyed at the various scents swirling in the bathroom. Shooting Hongjoong a sheepish smile, he places the body sprays down. Muttering a quiet sorry, before giggling and sifting through them once more.

Moving from room to room, they venture all over the house, even going as far as dressing in the some of Seonghwas clothes. Parading around in them, mocking the relationship you both had shared. Mouths stuffed with your children’s snacks, leaving crumbs and food everywhere. With full bellies, bodies covered in glamorous jewels, and expensive perfumes, they make their way back to you and your husbands shared bedroom. Just as San lays down, Hongjoong spots a tucked away door in the back of the bedroom, almost naked to the human eye unless you were truly looking for it.

“What?” San says, acknowledging Hongjoongs strange movements. Hongjoongs feet move before his brain can come up with a reply to San, opening the door, he steps in. Eyes boring with shock, it was a safe room. Gun cases, the true expensive items, jewelry, perfumes, clothing items. It was a dream come true for constant travelers such as himself and San.

“Wow..” is all he could come up with, his body vacant for words. Take, take, take, is all he could think. That’s all he could do, take advantage of the situation, take your items, and most importantly take your feelings, and stomp on them. Letting out an annoyed sigh, San stands up lugging his tired body to where Hongjoong stood. Just as shocked as the man, but more annoyed due to the lack of sleep. Letting his eyes crinkle with joy, he glares at San giving him a knowing look. Looking back at Hongjoong with just as an evil glint he nods his head, understanding his exact thoughts without even speaking a word. Quietly closing the door, they make their way back to the bed where you are soundly asleep. Each of them crushing each side of your body. Before either of them can drift off to sleep, they give each other one more knowing glance laced with mischief before letting a light slumber take both of their bodies over.

The bright shine of the sun pokes at your eyelids, causing your face to crinkle with annoyance, slightly moving your body but you are stopped by a body right behind you, pulling you close to their chest. Your eyes immediately shoot open to be welcomed by Hongjoongs bright eyes staring back at you. His deep gaze puts you into a state of shock. A man that is not your man, in your shared bed, while a strong arm begins to rub the lower part of your stomach making your body slightly jump.

“Just relax…we don’t bite.” San whispers breath cool with a minty hue, but timber due not being awake long. Putting his fingers under your chin Hongjoong brings your face back to look at him.

“How did you sleep?” He asks, eyes twinkling with danger. He’s observing your every move, studying you. Brain instantly turning to putty you nod your head, letting him know you heard him, brain not quite understanding him.

“Go on, pretty girl, tell him how you slept.” San insists, giving your lower belly a reassuring pat. The smoothness in his tone has you seeing stars in the early morning.

“Pe-Peaceful.” You say stuttering slightly. Nodding his head Hongjoong brings his hand up to rub across your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, rubbing his thumb along the gums of your bottom teeth. He held so much dominance in such small acts, his energy suffocated everyone in the room. Your eyes dart to his tattoo..blinking twice your eyes look back at him, pulling his hand back he sticks his thumb in his mouth, savoring your taste.

“No one like me…” you whisper while running your fingers over his bicep. It sounded like a question more so than a statement. Raising his eyebrow he smiles at you, his perfectly white teeth on display for you. Nodding his head he looks as your fingers lightly trace the dark ink on his skin.

Giving your waist a slight hard squeeze, San tells you to head to the bathroom and get ready for the day. Nodding your head you crawl out of bed, making your way towards the bathroom, closing it behind you. Kicking his feet, tossing his arms behind his head, San cockly lays in the bed.

“Very obedient thing.”

Getting up from the bed, Hongjoong makes his way towards San, standing over him. His smaller frame barely intimidating San. Remaining with his feet kicked up, Hongjoong knocks his feet off of the bed.

“Did you do what I asked of you?” Rolling his eyes San peaks one eye open at him, before shutting it.

“Yes I did.” He replies sing songy. Voice laced with excitement.

“Hongjoong, when have I ever let you down.” He says sitting up, face mere inches away from Hongjoongs. Placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose, he swings his feet off the bed. Slapping his hands on Hongjoongs shoulders. Before Hongjoong can rebuttle he hears the water in the bathroom cut off..

“Everyone in their places!” San sings, hopping around the room. Just as the bathroom door swings open, you see Hongjoong standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest. When a sudden screech noise catches both of your ears. San drags in one of the dining room chairs. Placing it mere inches from you, waving his hand so you would sit. Holding his hand out he guides you to the chair, his hands rub at your shoulders, beginning to ease the tension in them. San begins to pepper small kisses along your neck to your earlobe. The warmth of his soft lips beating your body. Just as you are about to open your mouth to moan, it gets cut by something cool wrapping around your ankles, shifting, tying the belts in places he moves into wrapping your wrist. You don’t even attempt to stop them too wrapped up in the way San is attacking your neck, nipping at your pulse.

“We just wanna do something different with you, doll.” San purrs into your ear. Your pussy immediately grows moist at his voice.

Nodding your head dumbfoundedly, you let them have their way with you, ripping pieces of clothing off till you are nude, shredded fabric surrounds all of you. Pulling out his phone San hands it to Hongjoong who starts to record your neck being practically eaten up by San, baring his teeth nipping at the delicate skin on top of your pulse. You let out breathy moans with each bite. Getting closer, he wets two fingers before running them over your cunt, hearing the squealing of your pussy against his fingers he realizes he didn’t even need to lick them.

“Open your mouth.” Hongjoong says quietly taking in your form, chest heavy with each breath. Your breast move with each movement you do, jiggling in his eyesight. Opening your mouth, San stuffs a wash cloth inside of it, they both begin to do their best work, bringing you on the brink of ecstasy before tearing it away from you.

Rubbing his fingers sloppily over your clit, you bite the wash cloth in your mouth, tears streaming down your face. Tilting your head back at the pressure building inside of you. Squishing your face, your wet eyes bore up at Hongjoong.

“Don't be rude.” He grits out, squeezing your cheeks even tighter. San zooms in on your phone, making sure to catch the tears streaming down your face. Letting out a low moan, San gets upon close to you and Hongjoong, squishing his face next to yours with his fingers continuing to sloppily play with your sticky clit. He continues to poke fun at you.

“What a slut for pain.” Letting out a squeal of a laugh he pinches your clit, pushing you to orgasm. Your sticky fluids leaking all over the chair beneath you, wetting your inner thighs, all the way down to your ankles. Your eyes puff with tears, wiggling your body, pleading with Hongjoong to stop. Stop what though? Orgasm after orgasm…? Or stop humiliating you..?

Pausing his hand he brings his fingers up to Sans mouth, eagerly sucking your essence off of Hongjoongs fingers, he flips the camera onto them making sure to record him sucking Hongjoongs fingers clean before dropping in a squat, catching a close up of your twitching cunt.

“I wonder if Seonghwa ever made you cum this much.” San breaths out. Watching your pussy clench around nothing makes him and Hongjoong laugh loudly.

“Don’t tell me..” Hongjoong says through a laugh, fingers coming to tweak one of your perked nipples. Making you squeal, the heat begins to spread all over your body. You are embarrassed that they keep bringing up Seonghwa. You should be ashamed that you are allowing them to mock your marriage, mock your husband, but you can’t deny the flush of feverish need that spreads from your head to your dripping pussy.

“I don’t think he’s ever made her cum this much Hongjoong.” San says while laying a firm slap against your pussy. The roughness of his hand has your back arching as far as it can in the restraints. Standing up Hongjoong picks up the gun that was taken out of the hidden room, grabbing the handle of it, and shoving the cold metal against your swollen clit. The temperature difference has you practically doubling over. Setting the phone up on the nightstand. San makes his way back over, pulling his pants down so they sit right below his balls, hard cock springing out. Pulling the rag out of your mouth, you cough, chest heaving with fresh air. The saliva that has built in your mouth begins to drop all over you, some splashing and hitting his stiff cock. Letting out a small whistle he grabs the back of your neck.

“Spit on my cock again.” He says, biting his lip. Gathering all the pooled spit you have in your mouth you spit on his cock again, his head dropping back. He moans, beginning to stroke his cock steadily making sure to aim his cock towards your mouth.

Beginning to move the gun once more, he toys at your clit with it. A loud moan leaves your mouth, eyes growing hazy, you don’t know where to look. Toes clenching with each stroke of the cold metal against your abused clit. Knowing you are in a dangerous situation, your body is on fire. Yet the anticipation of cumming once more clouds your judgment. Your brain is screaming at you to pull it together to scream for help, but your loins are ignited. Pausing the handle on your clit, he pulls it away resulting in a whine from you. Sans eyes growing twice the size.

“Oh god Hongjoong, she’s a pain slut.”

“An adrenaline junky.”

Biting your lip you begin to call out to Hongjoong, San stops stroking his cock. Placing it back in his pants. With every step back he takes, you watch his cock jump. The thick vein that runs down the side throbbing with each movement. Giving the gun to San, Hongjoong inches closer to you, movements as fluid as water, and just as deadly as much. Standing behind you in the chair, he kneads one of your breasts, while slipping his fingers into your sopping cunt. Resulting in a loud moan, tossing your head back. You wiggle in your chair, as Hongjoong continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, practically bringing you over edge once more. He haults his movements just as you feel the tip of the cold metal gun against your forehead. Instantly choking on your moans, your eyes fly open, head tilting down lazily looking at San holding the gun against your forehead. The handle slick with your arousal mixed with some of your cum. Your throat feels like it’s being constricted, the web you have weaved is now the one compressing you.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You manage to choke out. Eyes flooding with tears once more. Hongjoong pinches your nipple, the sudden feeling tossing you from the initial reaction of shock.

“You really are a pain slut.” Hongjoong murmurs into your ear, you can feel his sinister smile across your earlobe. Basking in the fact they have you caught in such a predicament. With his fingers on the trigger San crushed the cold steel against your forehead. His fingers crush deeper into your cunt, brushing right against your g spot. Biting your bottom lip your eyes begin to fill with tears. His thumb begins to harp harshly over your used clit. The pads of his finger toy with your spongy spot, rubbing against it continuously. The adrenaline that boils through your veins is running its course. Your heart pumps swiftly with each second that passes. San looms over your shaking figure. Hands digging into the flesh of your palms, you begin to pant.

“Pull it.” Hongjoong says, placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck. Leaving small bruises behind, leaving marks so when they found you, that they would have understood that you would have been claimed.

“N-no.” You moan out. Hongjoongs fingers begin to dance quicker on your g spot. Pussy leaking all over once more. Soppy noises bounce off the room, falling on your deaf ears. All you can hear is the rush of your blood through your body, heart hammering away.

“Pull it San.” Your cunt gushes at his skilled fingers, body shaking with adrenaline. Pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Pull it San.” Hongjoong says louder, identical grins gracing both of their faces. Your thighs try to close around Hongjoongs hand.

“No San pl-fuck-please!” You practically yell out, the room begins to spin. It feels like your heart is rattling in your ears. With your orgasm approaching, and Hongjoong yelling at San to pull the trigger your nerves are at an all time high. Your head clouds with judgment. You are on the brink of death and on the brink of an orgasm.

“Do it San! Do it!” Hongjoong yells, ending his sentence with a high cackle. Just as you watch Sans finger move to firmly grasp the trigger, Hongjoong flicks your clit hard once more, giving his fingers one more harsh thrust over your g spot. As you are moaning at San not too, he pulls the trigger, the clicking noise rings in your ears as do your loud screams from your crushing orgasm. You squirt all over Hongjoongs hand, your clear liquid pushes his hand out of your cunt. The liquid splashing at your feet, splashing on Sans pants, sprinkling him with your juices. Your head falls back, chest rising and falling rapidly after such an intense moment. Your head slumps forward, eyes shut tightly. Brushing his thumb over your clit once more your body jolts, letting out a loud shriek.

Grabbing the phone, San steps back, letting Hongjoong get a close up of your spent cunt, spreading your folds to get an up close shot. Tilting the camera up at you. Letting out a small laugh..

“Say hi to Seonghwa, baby.” You're hazy with exhaustion. The sound of Seonghwas name on Hongjoongs lips fell on deaf ears. You are in the moment but not present in it. Ending the video he tosses the phone back on the bed. Your face flushed from various orgasms.

“I think she got fucked dumb.” San says, poking the back of your head with the tip of the gun. Making your head slump further.

“Good, makes it easier.” Hongjoong says, stepping closer to you. Gathering both of your cheeks in his hand, squishing your face. Salvia begins to pool out of your lips falling in a thin string. Placing a small kiss on your moist lips, he steps back looking at San.

“The more obedient you are, the faster this will go.” Your ears slightly perk up at his sentence. Eyes slowly drifting up while still being semi incoherent you raise an eyebrow confused at what he meant. Raising the butt of the gun San hits you in the back of the head instantly knocking you out, all your body weight falling forward the chair creaking at the sudden drop. The restraints hold you back, but your head still hits Hongjoongs chest. Placing the gun on the dresser, San wipes it clean with a towel from the bathroom.

Untying the belts that were holding your body to the chair, your body flops forward hitting the bedroom floor. The noise startling San..

“A warning will be nice next time.” Walking closer to your body, he looks at the chair that is pooling in your slick.

“Shut up, and help me.” Grabbing your legs while Hongjoong grabs your arms, they carry you to the living room, letting you hit the floor with a thud.

“What are we going to do with her?” San ponders out loud.

“We could leave her here, send the videos to her husband, and take the valuables.” Hongjoong says, sitting on the couch above your body. San shakes his head not liking the idea. Pacing back and forth in the living room, he spots a shed in your backyard. Glancing over to Hongjoong who is deep in thought. A small smile creeps on his face..

“I have the perfect idea..” he says through a small whisper, beelining it to the shed he rummages through the gardening equipment before stumbling upon a shovel. Lugging it to the backyard he sticks it in the ground.

“Hongjoong! Hongjoong!” He shouts from outside, glancing over at Sans excited form his eye twinkles with mischief. Making his way back inside they both give each other a knowing glance before grabbing your body once more and carrying it outside. There was a lot of work to be done..

With an aching feeling in your body. You blink slowly, eyes filled with crust. The brightness of the sun poking your eyes once more. Going to wipe your eyes your movements are stopped by your arms not being able to move. Your eyes shoot open, waking you from your daze, looking around you are trying to bring in your surroundings. Eyes pooling with tears. Letting out a croak, you begin panting, chest thick with emotion. You were buried up to your neck in the ground, a pile of dirt hugging your neck.

“She finally woke up!” San cheers out loud, his voice startling you, as you are not able to see him. The voice continues to cheer from behind you, trying to turn your neck every which way to see him. Dragging the shovel forward he pins it in the dirt in front of you, both men coming into sight.

All three of you have a quiet stare off, not much words need to be said. Accepting your fate your eyes start to overfill with tears, stealing your face you try to shake them off. A mug etched across your face. You look at both men in disgust.

“I hate both of you.” You grit out through clenched teeth. Laying a hand on his chest dramatically Hongjoong rolls his eyes, taken back by your harsh words.

“Both of us? What did we do!” San exclaims

“You both did this to me.” You grit out, annoyed by the theatrics both men are showing.

“All we did was bring you pleasure.”

“Orgasm after orgasm.”

“That sounds like a good time to me.” San says with a shrug. Clearly not phased by your annoyance. Tears streaming down your face you begin to scream for help. Letting out a moan, he grabs his cock through his pants.

“Scream as loud as you want, baby, no one will hear you.” Hongjoong says as San strokes himself through his pants. Turned on by the events rolling out in front of him. You continue to yell for what feels like hours, your throat feeling hoarse with each shriek you eventually quiet down, tears wetting the out around your neck, leaving smears of grime on your skin.

“Please…” you squeak out in a tired tone, voice raw with emotion.

“Please what? Please you’ll do anything?” San says with a devious smirk on his face. Nodding your head swiftly you bite your lip, hoping they’d let up on this current torture you’re in.

“Like…calling your husband and telling him that you cheated on him?” Hongjoong asks. Your eyes bulge. Biting your lip, nostrils flaring, they both are dancing around this current sharade with you. Shaking your head no, they both begin to snicker. Eye twitching you begin to scream..

“I did nothing wrong!” You scream at the top of your lungs, chest barely being able to heave as the pressure from the dirt is practically crushing you. San and Hongjoong look down at you with massive grins covering their faces.

“You guys fucked me! I didn’t fuck you! You came on to me!” You stress as much as you can, trying your best to wiggle your body beneath the dirt. Groaning in frustration you continue to yell profanities at both men in front of you, just as you are about to tell them to fuck off you hear the sound of you moaning. Eyes growing wide you stare up at the men in front of you.

“Sent!” San says in a chipper tone, setting the phone down just mere inches away from your face, there you were screaming Hongjoongs name in the shower. The slurping noises of San on your clit, and Hongjoong hammering away at your cunt.

“We sent it to every contact in your phone.” San replies in a sarcastic tone. His tone underlying a ‘matter of factly’ hue to it. Sent it to everyone in your contacts? That means it got sent too…

“I believe Seonghwa was his name right?”

“Righttttt!” Hongjoong says, foot still planted firmly on the shovel in the miniature dirt pile. Your eyes grow big, jaw dropping like you had a mouth full of rocks. You feel the back of your throat close up, the stinging of tears begins to burn your lash line. With the lack of oxygen it makes your head spin with dizziness, and disbelief.

“You guys fucked me.” You grit out through clenched teeth, practically seething at the mouth. Saliva being spit out at them. You watch as Sans figure makes its way towards you with a giant piece of rock, your eyes are trying to focus on both men. Hongjoong who has now plucked the shovel out of the dirt, and is firmly grasping the handle of the shovel, while San is making his way towards you with the giant rock. As tears begin to stream down your face, the salty liquid moistens the cold dirt around your neck.

“Oh pretty girl…” Hongjoong purrs out. With San swinging the giant rock in the air, holding it still above his head as he’s getting ready to drop it, they both look at you with a devilish grin.

“We are about to fuck you more ways than one.”

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ilovelovewithallmyheart · 9 months ago

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Your older brother Suguru always brought his idiotic best friend from the basketball team around after school.

He would always get on your nerves. Not only was he loud and annoying, but he was also stupidly attractive. Whenever Satoru was around, you knew that you would not be getting any work done at home.

He somehow knew what effect he had on you. He would wink or blow you kisses when he saw you around the house, but always behind Suguru’s back. If Suguru knew that Satoru was flirting with his younger sister, he would lose his mind.

Unfortunately for you, procrastination decided to be a real pain and you had a lengthy essay that was due tomorrow morning.

It was time to fully lock in. The blinds were drawn, your phone was hidden from arms reach and your noise cancelling headphones were in. You were ready for battle.

You could barely hear the knock on your door. You turned around, saying “come in!”

Your older brother peeked his head through the door. “Hey sis. Just letting you know that-“

You nodded, brushing him off. He always gave you a heads up when Satoru was visiting. Satoru was always hanging out with Suguru in his room, almost every day of the week.

It was a common occurance now, so you didn’t bat an eye when Suguru notified you of someone coming over.

For the next eight hours you were in full focus. Your noise cancelling headphones were expensive, but boy were they a good investment. You couldn’t hear Satoru’s pitchy voice, or his raucous laughter.

It was now nearly midnight, and you were starving. You made your way to the kitchen, noise cancelling headphones playing music from your phone, when you sensed a pair of eyes staring at you from the living room.

Rather, multiple pairs of eyes.

You failed to notice that Suguru had invited his entire basketball team over today, instead of just Satoru.

You startled and dropped a glass cup of water, the entire thing breaking in two in what felt like the loudest possible way.

You were suddenly conscious of the comfortable form fitting shorts that you had outgrown years ago, and the tank top that dipped a little bit too low for comfort that you were wearing. It was even worse now that you were blushing beet red and bending over to scoop the glass up.

Where was your brother when you needed him? He was nowhere to be seen!

“Don’t do that.” Satoru now stood crouching in front of you, his broad shoulders covering you from his teamates veiw. “You’ll hurt yourself.” He swept the shattered glass into a dustpan and brush. After he was done, he gently held your wrists and inspected your hands. “You’re lucky you didn’t cut yourself.” His blue eyes pierced yours. Suddenly his gaze dipped downwards, onto what you were wearing. You felt the colour return to your cheeks immediately. “I-I’m fine.” You snatched your arms out of his grasp. You stood up immediately and he did too, casually trying to cover you up.

“Suguru never told me that his little sister was hot.” Naoya, the captain of the basketball team commented. “If I knew that I’d have hosted more get togethers here.” The rest of the basketball team snickered, and white hot rage turned Satoru’s blue eyes into a stormy grey. “Shut the f*ck up Naoya.” His voice was lethally low, the complete opposite of his usual pitchy keen.

Naoya whistled. “Sorry. I didn’t know she was taken.”

Satoru glared in silence.

“I-Is she actually your girlfriend?” Naoya bursted into laughter. Condescending, rude laughter that sounded like forks scratching against plates. “So what if she is?” All the anger had dissipated from Satoru’s face. There was now a cool mask of indifference with a hint of playfulness.

“Seriously? The school playboy Satoru Gojo is dating her?”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” He challenged.

You stood there, face whipping back and forth between Satoru and Naoya. “Hey Satoru!”

Your voice sounded unnaturally stiff. “Why don’t we continue watching The Office in my room? We still haven’t finished off the episode we were on!” Your voice cracked at the word ‘still’, and it looked like Satoru was fighting tremendously hard to keep himself from laughing.

“Sure thing sweetie.”

“Okay why the f*ck am i only now hearing from Naoya, f*cking Naoya that you’re dating my sister?”

Suguru was angry.

Murderously, terrifyingly angry.

*planning on making this a fake dating kinda thing, part 2 coming...*

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cherriegyuu · 1 year ago

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in which mingyu wants to sleep on the couch after a fight

pairing: mingyu x fem!reader genre: fluff word count: 540 warning: none

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“Come to bed”

You leaned on the door frame to the living room, your arms crossed over your chest as you looked at your husband. It was dark so you could barely make out the line of his body, but you were the one who chose the couch, the one who picked the spot it would occupy in your shared living room so you knew exactly where he was.

Mingyu let out a grunt but didn’t move, refusing to follow you to the room but desperately wanting to. The two of you fought and he felt, as silly as it was, that he needed to keep his ground and sleep on the couch for the night.

The fight itself had been over something so stupid. You asked him to take out the trash, and he said that he would, he procrastinated for a while, then he forgot, then you got angry, and then he got angry because you had gotten angry at him first. There was nothing more stupid. Over the years, you argued over some nonsensical things, but it never got that petty.

His best guess was that you both had bottled up your feelings for too long and it finally boiled over due to something so trivial as just the trash. He was sure that you knew he didn’t do it on purpose and he wanted to apologize too. And yet, there he was, being as stubborn as he could possibly be, choosing to sleep on the couch, for reasons that he too wanted to understand.

“Gyu, come on, let’s go to bed. I’m tired and I know you are too” you said softly, trying to get him to soften up “You know that couch isn’t good for sleeping. You were complaining about it yesterday when you took a nap on it”

Mingyu still didn’t move, even though your words had gotten to him. He hugged the pillow over his chest a little tighter.

“You know what? Fine, stay there”

He didn’t dare to open his eyes but kept his ears alert to know what you were doing. Instead of footsteps moving down the hall and away from the living room, he heard them getting closer to him. A second later he felt the pillow being taken away from his hands, as you pulled the covers up and squeezed yourself on the couch with him.

“What are you doing?” he finally asked.

He barely fit on the couch by himself so he was sure that half of your body was over the edge.

“We’re married, we sleep together, even when we fight” you murmured as you dropped your arm over his chest.

“ We can sleep apart, that won’t change anything between us”

You just shook your head, raising your lips to place a kiss on his chin

“It will change something between us, we will start to feel like we can just avoid a discussion and everything will be okay in the morning. It won’t make anything better”

Finally, Mingyu wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him and further turning on his side to give you more space.

“Sorry I didn’t take the trash out” he whispered.

He rubbed his nose against yours, making you smile.

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lionwitch · 30 days ago

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Hear me out.

Dick gets a lot of fanmail, some creepy, some ok. So getting letters sent to the manor addressed to him isn't unusual. He doesn't throw them away just like that, not until he has time to sort through them.

One night, he's at the manor, and just to procrastinate something else, he decides to sort through old letters he never opened.

He finds some from one of his exgirlfriends, his first one in fact!

He figures it can't hurt, no matter what sort of insults those include, he's too over her to find them anything but amusing.

But when he opens them, it's not "How dare you leave me, Dick Grayson!" like he was expecting. It's more along the lines of "Hey, I'm pregnant and it's yours"

Ultrasound included.

And see, the problem is, this isn't his most recent ex, this isn't a recent letter. This letter is six years old. And so is his daughter, apparently.

Dick handles it as well as he can. But the return address on the letters is outdated and he has no way of contacting them, and he already missed six years of her life, and he doesn't even know her name, only her initial, C. He's lost and scared.

And then he sees her.

A shadow, sitting on his bed, darker than the human mind can comprehend, darker than anything he's ever seen, and he's been to space. It's unnatural. But it's her. He knows it. Except she disappears when he addresses her. And that same night, he dreams of her. No, not dreams. It's not his subconscious. She's real, and she's there, and she tells him pretty much that she's lost hope on him.

"Sweet dreams, Deadbeat."

And that's it. He wakes up with a start, rushes over to the rooftop in blüdhaven where the dream vision took place, hoping to see her. He doesn't.

Now, here's the facts:

He has a daughter

She's six years old

She's angry with him

She's a meta

Whatever powers she has, they're scary enough that if the government knows...

Her name starts with C.

Her last name may or may not be Jones, depending on whether she took her mother's last name or she has some stepdad to give her a different last name.

That's all he knows. He doesn't have much to work with. Ah, and by the way, he's 23, her mother is 27, they dated 7 years ago— you do the math.

A few days later, he sees a kid on patrol, and he knows it's her. Except he's not Dick Grayson right now, he's Nightwing, and Nightwing isn't her father, Dick Grayson is. But hey, maybe he can find out her name or her address.

He doesn't. She's not willing to give him a name. Stranger Danger, she calls. And apparently she doesn't go by her given name, and whatever name she now goes by doesn't even start with a C. And apparently they go by any pronouns and some gender-neutral name that they won't tell him, so for now he has to conform with calling them Nugget.

And that night, talking with Jason, he realizes there are some red flags that he's not willing to ignore

So now the facts are these:

He has a daughter kid

She's they're six years old

She's They're angry with him

She's They're a meta

Whatever powers she has they have, they're scary enough that if the government knows...

Her name starts with C. They have some gender-neutral name they go by that started as a nickname

Her Their last name may or may not be Jones, depending on whether she took her mother's last name or she has some stepdad to give her a different last name.

They don't give a shit about gender or pronouns

There's a big chance that they're being abused in some way, shape or form.

They feel safer in the rooftops past midnight than tucked into their warm bed and that certainly says something

He needs to get them away from their mother, because that woman is not a good person, regardless of whether or not she abuses their kid (he was 14 when they met and she started getting ideas of dating her into his head, she was 18. No good person does that)

The fic exists btw, and that is just the beginning. Features the next:

Best friends Dick and Jason

Good Batfam all around

Emotionally mature Batfam (they went to therapy)

Damian emotional growth

Tim and Damian friendship

Damian and Nugget's friendship/sibling-hood

Good dad Dick Grayson

Agender kid

Meta kid

Hurt/comfort

Chronic pain Dick and kid

Mobility aid user kid and possibly Dick and their journey embracing it

Grandpa Bruce

Damian learning to be a kid (with emotions!)

A Trans character. (Nugget said Dysphoria? Double it and give it to the next person. The next person may or may not be Damian, undecided)

WARNINGS:

Excessive Drinking

Implied/referenced child abuse

Discussion of Gro0ming

Implied/referenced Self-harm/su1cide (one singular scene, as an assumption, not anything happening)

Implied/referenced terminal illness (Please do not read if this is triggering, I beg. NOTHING ends up happening, but it'll be discussed. THERE IS NO ILLNESS, but there is something similar)

Temporal main character death (maybe, probably, at least referenced)

Minor violence

HAPPY ENDING!!! I am unable to write a sad ending so rest assured, this is a COMFORT story, not angst.

Name: Shadows of New Beginnings By yours truly: WhiteRider on Ao3 Link

Here's the summary:

Inside the envelope is indeed an ultrasound photo. The date matches, it seems legit and the timeline matches, the development is right for a four month fetus too. His hands shake as he stares at it. No... ——— He checks the dates written in the back of the pictures. April 3rd. His beautiful daughter was born on April third. She's six years old. ——— "I'll find you, my beautiful daughter. I'll be the father you deserve, I promise." He whispers, tears soaking his pillow. "I promise." ——— "Sweet dreams, Deadbeat." ——— "I love you!" he screams, as loud as he can, praying she'll hear, she'll know. Then his breath feels like it's choking him, and all he can do is whisper "Please... come back."

—————

When Dick decides to sort through old mail, he finds unopened letters from an ex. From these letters, he finds out that he has a six year old daughter. Now he has to find her, make up for the years he missed, and make sure she's safe and home. Easier said than done, when his little girl is as fierce as him, and furious about his absence.

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icyminghao · 2 years ago

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bf!wonwoo thoughts

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 0.47k warning(s): none

requested by @pepperonidk: bestie i need you to continue your revenge bedtime procrastination bf!seventeen thoughts and focus them onto dk josh or wonu 🙏🏼 i am on my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️

thinking about bf!wonwoo who’s so soft for you, he’s literally the definition of partner privilege. he’d quite literally say yes to anything you ask of him because he’s just that whipped for you. you want to put stickers on his hair? go ahead, baby, his hair is yours. you want to do a duet with him at a karaoke session with the guys? he’s belting to the most heartbreaking songs with you immediately.

bf!wonwoo who would give you book recommendations so very often. he’d leave books around the house for you to read and leave cute little notes inside them for you to find, most of them being stuff like “this reminded me of you.” or “let’s go there one day.” that makes you swoon every single time you find them.

bf!wonwoo who would be so excited if you wanted to play video games with him. it doesn’t matter if you’re absolutely horrible at the game, he’d be your number one defender against toxic teammates and would totally carry you to victory every time. reserves the good loot for you to take first too (he’s so whipped)

bf!wonwoo who is so endeared by anything and everything you do. always has a lovesick smile plastered on his face whenever he looks at you. you could be embarassing yourself in front of everyone in the room and he’d still think you were the cutest person in the world. the members definitely notice, but they choose not to call him out for it (you make him brighter, after all)

bf!wonwoo who’s the most attentive listener even if he doesn’t seem like it sometimes. you tend to talk his ear off about anything that happens throughout your day, but what you didn’t expect was for him to actually be paying attention and remembering the little things you’d mentioned to him in passing. you talked about seeing escape rooms on tiktok and finding it cool? he’s immediately searching up the best escape rooms to try and taking you there as soon as he can, much to your surprise.

bf!wonwoo who has trouble opening up to people, but tries his best when it’s you. he’d talk about how much he loves you while you’re in his arms at night when he thinks you’re asleep. he doesn’t know you’re listening, and you don’t plan on telling him in case he stops. you make sure to do it back to him, though, and you definitely don’t miss the softest of smiles forming on his “sleeping” face every time you do it.

bf!wonwoo who thanks his lucky stars for being able to meet you and have the opportunity to love you every time. he’s so grateful to you for being there for him and for motivating him to be a better version of himself with each day that passes.

a/n: bye i am so incredibly soft for these it’s feeding into my delusions so much 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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Sleeping Positions (hypmic)

Their favorite ways to fall asleep with you <3

Everyone (-Rei) x reader, fluff, mentions of nightmares in some drabbles

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Buster Bros

Ichiro

Ichi likes feeling like he’s protecting you. He loves being the big spoon, holding you from behind with his arms wrapped around you tightly. And he’s so strong too so just dndnmmmmdmn. His arms are sturdy and secure- while his face is squishy and soft. When you nap on the couch together, he’ll zip up his jacket with both if you inside so you’re nice and snuggly, together.

On a cold winters day, this was his favorite. His brothers were out for the evening and it was just you and him alone- cuddling sleepily on his sofa. The two of you huddled into his jacket, a silly yet familiar position. Like a sack of potatoes, there’s little the two of you can do other than flop down sideways.

His head finds its natural place on top of your head as he starts to doze off. Ichiro mumbles words of love in his cozy delirium and kisses your head all around to the best of his ability.

“Ah…” Ichi lets out a loving sigh, “perfect. You’re perfect. I love you.”

Jiro

Jiro loves laying down in your lap. It’s the optimal position to be in when procrastinating on work, trying to cool down on hot days, and to stare at you of course! He sneaks in admiral peeks while pretending to be asleep. He’s not very subtle about it, not that you mind though. Please play with his hair though, he’d fall asleep immediately if you started doing that while he was in your lap.

A hot summer day warranted this situation, Jiro justified. “Babe please I just need a break!!” He whined as he wiggled his head into your lap- desperate to escape the study session you surprised him with(you told him it was a date).

Also hot and exhausted, you reluctantly sighed and brought a hand to his hair, ruffling it slightly as you looked down at your notebook. “Just ten minutes though, ‘kay baby?”

Nodding enthusiastically Jiro closed his eyes and relaxed, “Yep, yep, just fifteen~”

He would end up napping for twenty.

Saburo

Saburo loves sleepovers! Through video calls, of course. He’d never let anyone know this, but he falls asleep with you on call basically every night. He props his phone to face himself and feels giddy every time he gets to sleep looking at you. Saburo’s already on video call with you practically the entire day, so why not the entire night too?

Saburo fixes his sheets as he places his phone on his desk, facing the camera towards his form. “Are you ready to sleep yet?” He calls from behind him. From the phone you give a light hum in acknowledgment. Already snuggled in your bed, you wait for your boyfriend to finish his tasks.

Once he is done the lights turn off and he brings his phone closer to his face. Sleep lines his voice as he speaks through a yawn, “Make sure to set your alarm for tomorrow y/n.”

He’s only met with your snores as a reply. Smiling to himself, he fights the tiredness and sets an alarm on his phone for the both of you.

Mad Trigger Crew

Samatoki

Samatoki’s favorite sleeping position isn’t something he goes to subconsciously. Going to bed he swears up and down he needs his space cause he overheats. But through the night, a hand finds its way to yours. An arm finds a comfortable place under your head. And slowly but surely, Samatoki unknowingly nudges you closer and closer to his chest. Maybe it’s remnants of the desperation not to lose another one important to him, but who really knows.

He wakes up and there’s something on his chest. Opening his eyes, he's confused because he doesn't remember getting a cat. Patting around, his hand accidentally smacks your face and you awake with a jolt. "What the-" You roll off his chest unceremoniously and glare at him. "What was that for Toki?"

"H-HUH?!" Samatoki scoots away at your angry glare. "What were you one me for- ow?!"

You smack him in the chest for that. "You bring me to you every night asshole! Why are you surprised?!" His only reply is an annoyed grumble at a truth he can't deny.

Jyuto

Jyuto adores being able to fall asleep on your shoulder. Being the type of person he is, he tends to have his guard up a lot. But falling asleep on you, giving up his defenses and showing off pure vulnerability- it’s an expression of his trust to you. It shows just how much of himself he’s willing to show you just because he loves you so much more.

You and Jyuto sit in the back of Rio's car, driving to a far away destination unbeknownst to you. Jyuto said he needed you to come for emotional support- but maybe it was just so he could have a comfortable pillow to sleep on during the ride.

Already fully asleep on your shoulder, drool threatens to drip from his lips and onto your clothes. He lets out loud snores that tests everyone's patience each time.

After one particularly loud SNNRRRRRR, Samatoki has enough and screams in frustration. Through your fits of laughter, Jyuto wakes up, letting out a delirious "what" at the glares of his teammate.

Rio

Rio prefers it when you sleep on him. He feels the most comfortable when he’s protecting you. The most relaxed when he knows you’re safe. And when you’re sleeping, when you’re at your most vulnerable, he likes keeping an eye out for you in those moments. He may not be sleeping then but keeping you safe will always be his favorite thing ever.

You’re drooling on him but he doesn’t mind. An arm wraps around your shoulder, keeping you pressed tight against him in slumber.

There’s a warm feeling that finds itself comfortably in his chest as he watches you. Your chest rises up and down with each breath, your head bobs slowly with every soft sound you make, Rio can’t help himself but give you a little kiss on your head.

“AH-“ you awake at the startling contact, clocking your boyfriend in the jaw with your head, causing him to let out a monotone “ow-“

Fling Posse

Ramuda

Ramuda sleeps in the fetal position. Curled up into a ball. He feels the safest when you’re surrounding him though. Holding him through the night, keeping him grounded, securing him to your love. Alas, Ramuda is a little spoon. When you hold him at night he’ll cuddle into your chest, loving the way your touch is all he senses, your scent is all he smells, your face is all he sees, and your love is all he feels.

Ramuda's ahoge seemingly targets your nose with tickles. Back and forth movements, it doesn’t seem to keep still. Almost like it has a mind of its own, you scrunch up your nose but never manage to get away.

Sentient ahoge aside, Ramuda himself is curled into you. It’s so innocent the way he does it, you could cry. Soft breathing can be heard coming from his nose. Sometime during the night a piece of your pajama shirt found its way into his mouth, and he chews on it slowly. His drool makes a wet spot on your shirt but the way his lips purse out alongside his chubby cheeks just make you want to squish him.

And so you do, and that wakes him up with a whine. Kneading his cheeks and kissing his face, his complaints turn into gasps and his gasps turn into him doing the same.

“I have such a sweet partner, don’t I?” Ramuda says before climbing on top of you, sentient ahoge tickling your ear as he snuggled into your neck.

Gentaro

Gentaro loves to be snuggled up next to you. All over you in fact. He naturally runs cold and especially in his sleep he subconsciously searches out the most comforting source of warmth. Gentaro’s almost overwhelming in how much cuddling he wants to do. Tangling legs together, cold hands up your back and on your stomach, and he teases you all the while!! He’s super annoying with it SMH

A cold finger swipes itself down your spine and you have to hold yourself back from throwing your boyfriend off you. “Gen! Why would you do that!” you whine at his giggles to your shock.

With a kiss to your neck, you feel him smirk. “Why, I didn’t do anything darling. Maybe it was the ghost that haunts the Yumeno residence halls. Do not worry! I will protect you dear~” He presses himself closer to you before allowing another cold finger to tickle your stomach.

“Keep that up and you’re gonna be the next ghost to haunt these halls, Gen,” your threat makes him pout as he sighs against your neck in defeat.

“My darling threatens me even in the face of the absurd and paranormal, life is cruel in many many ways I’m afraid….” Pinch his cheeks, will you? It’s the only way to get him to stop.

Dice

Dice is used to falling asleep in any position he finds himself in at the night. He's not particularly picky nor does he really have favorites. Feel free to maneuver his body anyway that you like for your comfort. He’s like a rag doll that you can move any which way. He sleeps like a log and won't even wake up if you kick him in the face LOL

You wake up to use the bathroom and almost scream at the feeling of your leg behind held in someone’s arms. Scared half to death, you kick the source but receive no response. In a familiar sense of deja vu, your mind is barely there to check under the sheets for the source of the hold. Of course, you find it.

For some reason, your wonderful partner Dice managed to maneuver himself to be upside down in the middle of the night. With his feet at your pillows, Dice found himself cuddling the closest source of you to him, your leg.

You rub his face a bit to make sure you didn’t hurt him. He leans into your warm touch uncontrollably, a smile falling upon his cheeks. A pleased sound leaves his chest as he snuggles up to your hand.

Then, you’re left with two options. One, go upside down as well to cuddle with your partner. Or two, let Dice continue cuddling with your foot. The choice is up to you~~~

Matenrou

Jakurai

Jakurai loves holding your hand in your sleep. He’ll let you cuddle into him if you’d prefer so, of course, but something about being connected through your hands makes him feel warm. He often stays up later than you do so he likes to squeeze your hand while you sleep. His heart feels funny when you subconsciously sleeps back. Bonus! He likes your natural expression as you fall asleep and doesn’t want to disturb that by whatever movement close contact brings.

Jakurai’s slender fingers tap along your knuckles in a rhythm. Tip tap tip tap. As he reads his book, a title focused on the human psychology, you stay beside him, snoring into a pillow already fast asleep. Tip tap tip tap.

The clock ticks away as the seconds pass by. Tick tock tick tock. As he gets to the last page, a satisfied smile comes onto his face, pleased at finishing his book. Tick tock tick tock.

However- the silence of tips and ticks and taps and tocks is interrupted by a gasp in your sleep, Jakurai immediately alerting at the sound. You grasp his hand tightly in your sleep and lean into the touch. Jakurai brings his free hand to your cheek, stroking it with the softest touch a human could muster.

Your face morphs into a smile, and the room again fills with the sounds of tip taps and tick tocks. “Good night, angel,” Jakurai says with a whisper.

Hifumi

Hifumi sleeps on top of you. Like legit on top of you. He subconsciously rolls over on you in his sleep and there’s nothing you can do about it. He’s heavy and you can’t push him off- but with the smile on his face and the way he smells so good- do you really wanna move? Yes. You do. Cause you’re desperately thirsty and Hifumi refuses to move until morning.

It’s 3 AM and you’re not sleepy at all. You woke up earlier from a dream and was incredibly thirsty. Lucky for you- your partner always keeps two glasses of water, one for each of you, beside the bed for situations just like this.

If only you could reach it.

Hifumi lays starfished on top of you. His cheek presses to your neck, his arm encapsulates yours, and his legs are twisted to be one with yours. Overall- he’s immovable. Desperate for a sip of what sounds like the most refreshing drink in the world, you try to pry your partner off of you bit by bit.

And it works, surprisingly. Your arm manages to roll his off of you. You somehow get his legs to swing to the side. However, once you try and move your head, trying to propel your body sideways- Hifumi’s unconscious body stumbles back onto yours unceremoniously.

And it’s even heavier this time! Your hand motions for the water, so, so needy but to no avail.

If you’re desperate enough, call Doppo in to help you. He’s definitely still awake.

Doppo

An arm under your back or one over your shoulder- Doppo loves cuddling to sleep. With him there is no big spoon or little spoon, it’s just whatever position gets the two of you in as much skin to skin contact as possible. He loves indulging in everything you have to offer- whether it be your warmth or all your love. Doppo loves kissing whatever space he can access- wanting to show just how much he missed you during his workday.

Tears stream down his face and sniffles fill the quietness of the room. His arms are curled around you, and yours do the same to him. Doppo tries his best not to let the tears fall onto you, but all worries of that are whisked away as you bring his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

The stress of his work day culminated to a bed time breakdown- where the one moment he had to rest and relax was taken over by all the shit piling up from the day.

He’s regretful, guilty that you’re taking time out of your night to comfort him like this. Quiet “shhhs” and soft pats to his back soothe him ever so slowly- the guilt being overtaken by his focus on your presence.

Doppo tries to wipe his tears but you beat him to it- kissing his under eyes to his shock and awe.

“It’s gonna be alright baby,” you muse, “just go to sleep.”

Your words make him feel 100% better and make him squeeze you 100% tighter.

Bad Ass Temple

Kuko

Kuko will ALWAYS sleep on your chest no matter what. Not in any perverted way- but he loves listening to your heartbeat and refuses to fall asleep without it. He calls it his personal white noise (yuck!!). Kuko holds you tight as he rests on you- not allowing you to escape or push him off lol. It gets really annoying when he tries to take a nap on you cause he’s just dragging you down with him. AND HE DROOLS TOO!!!

“Kuko get off me I have to piss,” you say, your palms moving to his cheeks as you try to shove him off your chest.

The action only makes him burrow his head deeper into you, hair moving wildly with the movements. “Nope, I’m sleepy baby, so ya’ gotta stay here,”

“Well I have to piss so you have to move!” You start to squirm, moving your body every which way as an attempt to get your clingy partner off.

Through your wiggles, Kuko lets out an obnoxiously loud snore, muffled by your clothes. Your further attempts to shove him off are to no avail as his grip remains unmoving. With a sigh, you turn to your final choice.

“Kuko if you don’t get off I’m dragging you to the toilet with me.”

With no grumble let our, Kuko lets you go almost immediately.

Jyushi

Jyushi’s too cute guys 😭😭😭 HE KOALA HUGS!!! He clings to you like a koala at night, arms and legs wrapped around you. His head is on your chest and he lets out the softest noises it’s kndjdnfkfndkkdk. Be warned, if you decide you need to get up for whatever reason he’ll let you go but start subconsciously pat around the bed looking for you

Coming home late due to being forced to work (unpaid) overtime, you expected your partner to fall asleep without you.

What you didn’t expect was to see him squirming around, snoring while his arms pat down your side of the bed, twisting turning and somehow frowning when he reaches an empty spot of mattress.

A nightmare? You’d rather not entertain the thought, but the small whimpers he lets out indicate otherwise. With a frown of your own you place a hand on his head, patting it to hopefully calm him in his slumber.

What you also didn’t expect was for Jyushi to throw his unconscious body into your lap, snuggling up to you with concealed strength. His whimpers turn to happy hums- and part of you is left to wonder if he was even fully asleep at all…

Hitoya

Arm around your shoulder holding you tight- what a classic guy! lol. He's not the type to initiate cuddling but he does like having you close at night. Throw an arm around his chest why don't you- it'll make him flustered ehehe. Hitoya snores LOUD though guys, be careful!

“Mmmm, you smell good ‘Toya,” you say, cuddling into his broad chest.

You feel the vibrations of fluster rise up, hearing your partner stammer as his hands raise in defense and surprise. “W-why’d you say that huh?”

The reaction only causes you to snuggle deeper, and to hold his hand to bring it back to your shoulder (where it belongs). “Cuz it’s true,” you say with smugness lacing your tone.

You don’t even need to hear the mumbles that come from his mouth, the rising heartbeat from his chest says everything about his reaction and more.

Dotsuitare Hompo

Sasara

Sasara loves cuddling at night ugh! He's a big spoon, holding you with strong arms and burying his head in your hair. He has nightmares at night and he swears cuddling you is the only way to make them go away. Buuuut, Sasara is a bit annoying because he tries to tickle you sometimes. A quick jab to his stomach puts a stop to that though LOL.

It’s a stormy night and Sasara Nurude cannot sleep. Every flash of lightning brings back painful memories and cruel “what ifs.” Every clap of thunder makes him hold you tighter in his arms.

Unlike him, you were fast asleep. He preferred it this way, at the very least he knew you were safe and that you couldn’t go anywhere. Your soft snores are his only lifeline as he winces at the shadows of trees knocking at the window.

It’s hard to breathe but he tries to slowly sync his panicked breaths with your relaxed ones. It’s hard to think but he focuses his mind on the amazing memories the two of you shared. He starts to feel disconnected from his body and all of a sudden it feels like you aren’t in his arms anymore.

His eyes open and he can’t see anything. His breath picks up. His mind starts to race. He starts to squeeze his arms around himself until he can feel anything but just him.

“Mnhmmm, Sasara,” through tired deliriousness you go to pinch your lover’s cheek.

“H-huh?”

“Yer squeezing the life out of me baby,” you let go of his face and move to hold his hands, already dozing back off to the dream you had prior. “It’s gonna be alright, just focus on me.”

“R-right, it’s gonna be alright.” He turns his gaze away from the window, he closes his ears off from the storm, and his body focuses back on protecting you. At least, as long as he’s with you, he can start to feel like everything’s alright in the world.

Rosho

Rosho wants to fall asleep holding your face. His hands hold you so gently it's like another pillow in of itself. You're the light of his life, the shining star in his world, everything that makes waking up worth it. He likes knowing you’re going to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up and vice versa.

His hands are dirty, you note to yourself. There’s graphite stains that outline his fingerprints, pen ink under his nails, and you’re pretty sure that paper cut next to his wedding ring is going to get infected if you don’t put a bandage on it soon.

You have to stop his hand from touching your cheeks and the devastated look he gives you makes you want to die.

“You need to clean your hands before we go to bed.”

The blank look of confusion he gives you would almost be funny if it wasn’t about something so serious. “My hands aren’t dirty-“

“Have you looked at them?!” You start to rub the places that have marks, pointing them out and rambling about needing to take care of himself even after grading so many papers.

“And look right here! Why is there green pen ink on the side of your nail? We don’t even own green pens- seriously you’re going to get color all over me and the sheets- are you even listening to me?”

There’s a light fluster on his cheeks as he stares down at your hand touching his. The way your soft fingers rub against his own, how your chiding voice contrasts against the tenderness of your actions. The question you ask makes him cough and light up even more.

“Ah- I- Sorry- I-“ Yeah no. He can’t really give a good excuse to the blush on his face.

Rei

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Beefy post yet again!!! Please give me your thoughts on this I worked real hard >,<

Some of the drabbles gave me more trouble than others, like I was really stuck on Doppo’s for like a week LOL. I hope you enjoyed it though, imagining all these sweet soft moments makes me feel warm.

Currently also working on Akechi’s part to “lost you once” and it’s looking to be one of the longer fics I’ve written 😳😳😳

N E WAYS!!! I’ll see you guys later! Have a good day/night/afternoon, W HT EVER ‼️🥶🫵

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