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staff!woozi
WARNINGS: suggestive, wet dream, mentions of animes.
staff!woozi whoâs practically part of your nervous system, making sure your mic is hot and those earbuds donât fry your brain mid-show. heâs always just thereâlike this phantom, gliding in with his little toolbox, brows furrowed in that way he thinks makes him look tough, but honestly, youâre kinda finding it cute now. he doesnât even have to look at you anymore; just one twitch of your finger, and he knows exactly how to tune your sound to perfection.
youâre halfway through soundcheck, squinting against the stage lights that feel hot enough to cook you alive, when your left earbud goes all staticy. and before you even manage to do your little signalâa quick point downâheâs already behind you. no warning. just his voice in your ear, all low, like heâs got some big secret: âleft oneâs crackling again?â
you turn, one eyebrow up. âdamn, woozi, you psychic now or what?â
he just huffs, pulling the earbud from your hand with this look like, duh. âyouâre predictable,â he says, but thereâs that ghost of a smirk, just the tiniest hint of it, whichâyeah, okay, it gets to you a bit.
heâs fiddling with it, fingers so precise you swear itâs like watching magic. âyou keep playing with âem too much. one more yank, and iâm replacing it.â
ânot my fault they suck,â you mutter, grinning when he gives you that little glare, one that says i dare you to test me.
âtry it again..â he mutters, his voice dry, clipped. heâs already yanked a whole mess of cables and tested every single one, but well, itâs jihoon. heâs on his perfectionist shit.
âtestinâ⊠one, twoâŠâ you go through it, all monotone, like youâre recitinâ a grocery list.
he glances up, hands fiddlinâ with some random connector piece, but heâs noddinâ, brows all scrunched up like heâs concentratinâ on the meaning of life. and then, without even lookinâ at you, he says, âspeak up like youâre actually performinâânot just for me.â
staff!woozi, in his worn-out, slightly-too-tight black t-shirt, earphones looped around his neck like some kinda edgy fashion statement, looks too good for your eyes.
âi am performinâ,â you toss back, brows raised. âjust, yâknow, waitinâ for the tech crew to keep up.â
he scoffs, and finally, he looks up, an eyebrow quirked in that way he does when heâs two seconds away from roastinâ you to death. âkeep up? alright, superstar, letâs get your fancy ass mic workinâ then.â
staff!woozi who's always fumbling with your clothing as he fix the mic return on your back. mumbling something about the mic feedback being all off. and with this stage clothing, the skin-tight fabric practically painted on you, thereâs no space to breatheâlet alone to move. so when he reaches to adjust the receiver on your back, the boy have no gentleness to tidy it up.
âhow can you even breathe in these? hold still.â he sulks. his fingers brush against your skin, just under the edge of the outfit, and you swear his touch is cool, like ice, but somehow it sends this weird heat up your body. his hand skims along your back, his fingers grazing just under the fabric, feeling way more personal than it should.
âthis is⊠really necessary?â you breathe out, tryinâ to keep your voice casual, even though your heartâs doinâ that embarrassingly loud thud-thud thing.
he doesnât even look fazed, just gives you a quick, smug look, like he can sense your pulse trippinâ over itself. âunless you want the mic feed to sound like a dying robot⊠yeah, this is necessary.â
his hand lingers just a second too long on your skin before he adjusts the strap at your shoulder, his thumb grazing the edge of the outfit. youâre caught somewhere between wantinâ to annoyingly roll your eyes or âhornylyâ roll your eyes.
staff!woozi who somehow, always ends up next to you on the road, no matter where you sit, and by now, youâve kinda claimed his shoulder as your own personal pillow. he doesnât complainâjust settles in, eyes closed, arms crossed, and lets you drift off.
but today, as your head leans into that familiar spot, his voice pipes up. âyâknow, there are other seats.â
you crack an eye open, only to see him smirking down at you. heâs lookinâ all pompous, like heâs finally pieced together your little routine. âitâs just⊠comfortable,â you mumble, shoving your face back into his shoulder, feelinâ the soft weight of his hoodie, and okay, maybe the solidness of his arm too.
he chuckles, a sound thatâs too close to teasing. âoh, so iâm a human pillow now?â
âpretty much,â you mutter, pretendinâ to yawn. âitâs just⊠efficient.â
next thing you know, youâre both out cold, side by side, and the crewâs gotta wake you both up at the next stop. you stumble out of the van, all bleary-eyed and yawning, both of you with puffy eyes, while the rest of the teamâs trying not to laugh.
staff!woozi who watches animes during his breaks. youâre sittin in the dressing room, half-done with your makeup, feeling that pre-show buzz, and thereâs woozi, huddled over his phone, totally zoned out in his own world. youâve seen him do this beforeâearbuds in, watchinâ his anime.
so today, curiosity gets the best of you. you wander over, leaninâ over his shoulder, catchinâ a glimpse of bright colors and characters moving around on his screeng
âyouâre into this?â you ask, unable to hide the smirk as he looks up, caught.
he pulls one earbud out, glancinâ at you like heâs deciding whether or not to share his âseriousâ interest. then he sighs, almost reluctantly, but starts explaining the plot, his voice just a little too enthusiastic. and youâre nodding, totally faking that you get it, but heâs so damn into it, you canât help but get a little wrapped up in his excitement.
when youâre waiting for the other idols to finish up their set, the two of you are back in the dressing room, side by side, watching some random episode. you donât know half of whatâs going on, but jihoonâs talking fast, pointing out characters, explaining every little detail like itâs life or death. you just follow it because staff!woozi is hot.
you donât know how you ended up here, exactlyâ n wooziâs hotel room, in your freshest hoodie and sweats, hair still a bit damp from your after-show shower. but youâre here, a slice of pizza in one hand and woozi right next to you, already deep into the latest anime episode like heâs watching some masterpiece.
it started simple enough, you mentioning anime to him once. you barely know the basics, honestly, but your friend is an encyclopedia of every single plot twist, so you could at least fake it a little. and youâd swear wooziâs eyes practically lit up when you said youâd âtotally be down to watch something with him, if he had recommendations.â it became your thing on tourâgrabbing a pizza, lounging in his room, and watching the latest episodes like two kids after school.
but right now? youâre barely paying attention to the screen. wooziâs sitting next to you in this black tank top, arms looking like heâs been lifting soundboards for fun, thick enough to make your mind drift way off the anime plot. his shorts? even worse. you didnât even realize a person could look that good just sitting down, like heâs giving you a whole show without even trying.
âare you even watching?â he mutters, catching you totally off guard. woozi raises an eyebrow at you, smirking. damn, he knew.
âoh, yeah, totally!â you stammer, nodding way too enthusiastically. âi know⊠exactly⊠whatâs going on here.â but that smirk just grows, his gaze sliding back to the screen as if to say, yeah, sure you do.
staff!woozi, who hardly tears his eyes from the screen the whole night, so focused itâs like heâs analyzing every frame. youâre beside him, bundled up in his bed, head lolling as the exhaustion finally takes over, pulling you under. he glances at you every so oftenâat first just a quick look to make sure youâre out, catching the soft rise and fall of your breathing, the way your lashes brush your cheeks in the low light. youâd been running on fumes all night, so seeing you drift off wasnât a surprise.
but then, he hears itâhis name, whispered under your breath, soft like itâs the only thing on your mind even while youâre dreaming. his focus shifts. your back arches just the tiniest bit, your brows drawn together, thighs pressing tight like youâre holding onto some sweet secret even he isnât supposed to know.
and suddenly, heâs more tuned into you than the screen, pulse pounding in his ears.
woozi pretends this never happened. or tries to.
staff!woozi, whoâs suddenly got a whole new edge to him the next morning, acting all distant like you didnât just watch an entire anime season in his bed last night. on the plane, you figure thingsâll be back to normalâyouâve got this routine where you always end up leaning on his shoulder, especially after long nights. but today, heâs keeping a solid inch between you both, arms crossed like heâs suddenly allergic to any kind of closeness.
you try once, shifting a little closer, giving him that sleepy, half-pouty look that usually does the trick. he just leans away, adjusting his earbuds like he didnât notice.
you huff. âyo, whatâs your deal? iâm just trying to sleep, and youâre over here playing hard-to-get?â
he glances over, raising an eyebrow.
âdonât act like youâre too good for it.â you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. âyou let me last night.â
âyeah, well, Iâm not your pillow today. i gotta keep my neck in one piece.â
you nudge him with your elbow. âsince when did you start caring about your neck, huh? youâre literally hunched over soundboards for a living.â
he shoots you a side-eye. âand maybe thatâs why i need to protect it now.â
you snicker, leaning back, but thereâs that stubborn pout on your face. âwhatever, woozi. donât get mad at me just âcause you didnât sleep enough watching the show without me.â
youâre still leaning back, sulking a little, when you hear it â just a low mumble under his breath. ânot my fault you were⊠moaning my name last nightâŠâ
your head snaps around so fast you practically pull a muscle. âexcuse me?â you whisper, eyes wide as saucers.
he stares at you, lips parting slightly as he realizes he definitely said that louder than intended. his eyes dart away, and heâs already sinking into the seat like he might disappear.
you blink, heartbeat going wild as you piece together last night, flashes of the dream youâd had flooding backâheat and skin and his name on your lips. you remember waking up in his bed, flustered and warm, rushing back to your own room before he could see the look on your face.
âso⊠you heard that?â
his hand goes up to rub the back of his neck, cheeks reddening under that deadpan expression heâs clinging to. âyeah, uh⊠kinda hard to miss...?â
you bury your face in your hands, groaning, but you canât resist sneaking a glance at him. heâs biting his lip, looking anywhere but at you, and you swear thereâs a faint smirk heâs trying to hide.
âgod, woozi, you couldâve just⊠i dunno, woken me up or something!â you mutter, feeling the burn creep up your cheeks.
âyeah, right,â he snorts, glancing back at you now with this smug little glint in his eyes. âlike youâd want that.â
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they made me regress back to a 9yo
#me soup#im so sensitive when u take me away from literally all my comforts#everything sucks đ im crying like an actual little child and nothing is fixing it#i cant do this anymore this heat is literally murdering me and all my spirit#i have nothing left to give im emptied out#too much change too much new things and they also wanted m to take my damn new shoes ugh shut up đ#FOUR MOUR WEEKS FUCKKKK I MISS MY FRIENDS I CANT DO THIS#now i remember why i was miserable every single year we went its like the worst aprts of all my life mixed in together#ugh and i could pretend so good for JUST like . two days. time feels like its expanding infinitely . im dyingggggfgg.#if i go to hell this is what ill have to go through forever i think#hashtag family vacation hashtag north african traditions hashtag beach hashtag love live scream
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martin is so so mean to arthur in abu dhabi actually. like. in the first two seconds he calls him stupid. and then arthur clearly idolises him, 'i want to train myself to speak in 24 hour clock like martin'. it's just. much to think about
#ALSO carolyn's genuine concern when arthur goes damn! for getting it wrong đđđ#'lift weight thrust and....' 'time' 'engines'#i am still in very early days of plane mechanic school and like#a. every SINGLE time that gets mentioned (which is a lot) all i can hear is my beloved stephanie cole#and b. you can p much directly draw a line from this series to me being here rn so#thanks jf for my life as always đ#'sir's mind is fickle and changable' this series man. this series#cabin pressure
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Ykno the suckiest thing about being broken up with for someone else is that like. Well I'm doing generally fine, all things considered, but I Am kinda sad thinking about the things I've lost and all the casual affection that I can't have now.
But she's out there having all the affection she wants from her coworker, and it's just like. Damn this feels so skewed and SO unfair.
#speculation nation#and then U add in the fact that the girl she broke up with me for is already dating someone else (poly sort of situation)#and im just like. WHYYYYY did she break up with me instead of trying to negotiate poly???#she was gonna at first but when i expressed concern about poly given her obvious communication problems about it#then she dropped me like a hot coal. like sorry i wasnt about to let myself be stood up and ignored for basically a whole day#just to accept u trying to negotiate poly. like What?????#anyways i may have a bit of a history with being a bit of an asshole and breaking up with them#but at LEAST ive never broken up with anyone to immediately start dating someone else#and at LEAST ive broken up with them in person and not over text!!! the fuck?????#i keep alternating between 'surprisingly okay with it all' and 'maybe a little sad' and 'absolutely fucking LIVID'#and i keep wanting to yell at her more but i already said quite a lot of things. so id just be repeating myself#and at that point id just be a vitriolic piece of shit. which i try not to be.#so im letting her live in peace while i continue to be So Pissed about it and it just sucks man lmfao#why do i gotta be the bigger person fr. i even apologized for the hurtful things i was saying in anger. literally in that same conversation.#and she gets to pull this stunt and walk free and spend so much time with her new 'love' ignoring the world etc etc#honestly i hope it fails miserably for her. bc sure theres a chance it works out but every single part of this is impulsive and So Stupid.#and even tho my ex agreed with me when i told her it was INSANE. she was just like 'i have to' like OKAY????#jesus fucking christmas she's revealed a side to me that i really hadnt seen before.#so i hope it fails and i hope she tells me about it. i hope she owns up to her mistakes. for my own satisfaction.#but i have 0 intention on ever taking her back. because what the fuck????#i may be a flawed individual with plenty of problems. but i still have basic fucking dignity. and i am NOT accepting this back in my life.#and god damn her friend is moving into the unit across from mine for this coming year#and i may have to see my ex sometimes bc of it đđđ#the friend seemed generally level headed tho. idk if i happen across him & he doesnt avoid me maybe i'll ask him what he thinks of this#bc she was treating me with such love and affection showing me off to all her friends. and then she drops me like a fucking coal.#i wouldnt say i made friends with them myself but we were at least friendly. so i doubt theyd have a good opinion of her for this.#so would the friend loyalty take precedence? or would he be willing to chat with me and confirm Yeah what the fuck?#bc if i had a friend who did this same exact thing id be side-eyeing them SO hard.#id support them bc theyre my friend but i would also be like 'hey uh Why did you do that. that was pretty awful of u you know that right'#& itd also make me more cautious of them too. for being Able to drop someone so suddenly lol.
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being m*rried would fix me. goodbye
#purrs#like omg. iam so scared it will never happen to me because im 24 years old and donât have a. drivers license and am terrified of covid and h#have never kissed or whatever in my whole life đđđđđđđđ b it i want to get married so bad and not just like to get married but to find my#Prrson. i donât even think i want kids anymore (đ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Ž) i literally just want to find my person and be with them already. this post brought#to you by someone i follow on another platform posting abt how their engagement ring makes them choked up when they catch a glimpse of it in#the most mundane moments of their life bc it means their partner is waiting for them and loves them etc etc. like oh my GOD. lying in the#street right now. please god please god please god let that happen for me please please please. i canât take it anymore â„ïž#delete later#i used to never post abt things like this on principle but then last yr put me in a hydraulic press so now i will post about missing my#soulmate whenever i damn well please which is every single day. im going crazyyyyy with despair omfgnrhskdhdj why am i living like this đ#lkteraly i think abt my future wedding if i am so lucky as to ever get to have one every 3 hours at LEAST no joke.
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I have this problem thatâs like the opposite of nostalgia or something where some things I remember liking a lot as a child I look back and only remember the bad times.
This is specifically about Animal Crossing, loved that game as a kid, but I have literally no idea why, cuz it was just pure hell for me from what I can remember.
#also blues clues but less severe. I like blues clues. but my only childhood memories are when I was scared of it#YES I WAS SCARED OF BLUES CLUES. I HAD A HUGE FEAR OF MYSTERIES. IDK HOW OR WHY. ALSO MY MEGALOPHOBIA DIDNT LIKE THE CLOSE UP PAWPRINTS#the Halloween episode also scared me on several occasions. yes I was a baby. still kind of am.#but like I still have positive feelings about blues clues but ANIMAL CROSSING. ohhh man.#first of all that megalophobia I mentioned uh yeah not a big fan of seeing those big fish.#I was terrified of the rumor that you could see a GINORMOUS fish in the ocean. and Iâve been hearing it was REAL? worst thing ever.#but like. I couldnât even take care of my irl self so you KNOW my village was totally trashed.#so I had to play while constantly getting told âeveryone HATES living in this townâ and trying my best to fix it but itâs out of control and#I canât bring myself to clean (I did it once. it was the happiest Iâd been finally getting told positive things.)#my house always full of roaches too lol foreshadowing my life as an adult#ALSO THOSE FREAKING DANGEROUS BUGS WOULD GET ME ALL THE TIME I was always playing at night and getting terrified#I never had a âfavorite villagerâ in the traditional sense cuz none of them ever stayed long. they hated my town.#my fave was actually stitches but I never saw him. maybe I saw him once and he IMMEDIATELY moved out. that was my life.#I canât name a single villager I ever had in my village cuz they always moved out. I learned not to form attachments even tho I wanted to.#and donât even get me STARTED on Resetti. if you are a Resetti lover then WE ARE NOT MEANT TO INTERACT đ#Iâm joking I wonât judge you as a person if you like him but at the same time I genuinely on god hate him#opening up the game was a nightmare cuz I knew without fail every time I would have to see him.#âjust saveâ? it wasnât ever ME that was doing it. it was my little siblings. and NO I couldnât stop them. they were like GODS at stealing#not to mention parents would always side with them and make us share the games. they liked to delete saves and were gods at that too#but anyways so I was always stuck with Resetti cuz my siblings couldnât leave my game alone and also couldnât bring themselves to save befor#stopping. so every day it would be Resetti. I dreaded it so much because he is like SUPER reminiscent of my abusive step father at the time.#I often cried while just desperately trying to get thru his lectures. they were SO. LONG. and OH MY GOD the time he made me repeat something#I legitimately donât know what it was but like I kept failing it. I know I was rlly bad with copying things as a kid#there was a time where I made the painful decision to quit in the middle of his rant. knowing that it would be worse next time but I was#simply unable to take it at that point in time. HOW EFFED UP IS THAT. THAT I JUST WANT TO PLAY A DAMN GAME BUT I CANT CUZ OF THE TRAUMA.#I hate Resetti I hate Resetti I hate him so much âoh heâs just a characterâ THATS WHY IM FREE TO HATE HIM BABY!!! IT MAKES IT WORSE THAT PPL#DELIBERATELY CREATED A CHARACTER LIKE THAT HONESTLY! WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT TO POOR INNOCENT ME!!!#anyways yeah literally everything about animal crossing is so distressing to me and yet I remember loving it. no idea why.#my memories of it have like a dramatic and eerie vignette#and that newer one that came out and everyone was so excited. I canât handle it cuz of the FISH AGAIN!!! MEGALOPHOBIA BE LIKE!!!!!!!
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sincerely yours - choi seungcheol
pairing: seungcheol x afab!reader
content: married life, dad!seungcheol's reaction when your daughter received a love letter.
(spoiler alert: he freaked outđ)
word count: 1.5k
Tuesday nights have always been Seungcheol's turn to wash the dishes. In retrospect, no one can even make him do a single household chore when he was younger. He grew up surrounded by helpers who were paid to do the job so he didn't try as much to learn them.
However, that changed when he married you. Probably it was because of how you were raised differently from him but youâre not comfortable of having other people hovering around your house to "do things you can do on your own". And unwilling as he was at first, Seungcheol just obeyed what you wanted because well, that's how whipped he is. (He'd undoubtedly say yes had you even declared the sky green.)
So here he is, seven years later, a "master" on the craft of washing the dishes. It's silly how such a simple thing could make him so happy but really, it wasn't easy for him to reach this point. He broke plates after plates that he swore at one point he saw you gritting your teeth like you were one thread away from strangling him.
But he said that every time you would smile at him and utter a soft thank you, hell, everything's worth it.
"Why are you smiling like a fool?"
He turned to see you leaning on the counter watching him with suspicion. A sheepish smile escaped from Seungcheol's lips as he reached out for a dry towel to wipe his hands.
"You don't have to know," he teased.
Your brows furrowed, "You better not be thinking of another woman or else..."
Seungcheol chuckled and walked towards you. He leaned, placing his hands on your sides, caging you on the counter. The action was so sudden it caught you off guard.
"How would I do that when you're everything I think about every waking day of my life? Hmm?" He planted a kiss on your shoulder which made you gasp. Years into your marriage but this little things your husband does still makes you giddy like a teenager. And of course, the blush spreading all over your face didn't escape Seungcheol, causing him to grin wider. Your reaction to his touch will always be his favorite drug.
"Now, you're just flattering me..."Â
"I'm being sincere," Seungcheol insisted and met your eyes. "I still can't believe that after all these years, I'm actually married to you. How can I be so damn lucky?"
After he said that, your pouting lips turned into a wide smile. He is such a dork, you thought. You can't resist it anymore so you cupped his cheeks to kiss the tip of his nose. Being the competitive guy that he is, he did the same to you while chuckling.Â
"I'm luckier to have married you, Cheollie. You're everything I've dreamed of a husband."
"Are you sure? I remember six years ago, you said you'll divorce me because I forgot to clean our room."
"Well, you already learned your lesson, didn't you?"
Seungcheol nodded, "I most certainly did."
"Oh by the way, I have something to tell you," you said a little bit later. Your arms were already wrapped around Seungcheol's waist with your chin on his broad chest.
"Baby no. 3?" Seungcheol asked hopefully and he only received a pinch on his side. "Aw! I'm just kidding sweetheart!"
"Tss," You removed yourself from Seungcheol but you still didn't let go of his arm while you gently dragged him to your living room. You picked up something from your coffee table and even though he was basically towering over you, he still wasn't able to have a clear sight of what it was because you were quick to hide it on your back.
"What is it?â He curiously asked but instead of answering him immediately, you slightly squeezed his arm."Promise me you won't have a heart attack?"
"How can I promise that sweetheart? Come on."
"Well, okay. Just please don't pass out."
"You're just making me nervous."
You pursed your lips and handed him the familiar heart-shaped paper. The last time he got a hold of something similar to this was during Valentine's Day and he almost lashed out. Good thing, you were able to prevent him from doing so.Â
"W-what's the meaning of this?"
You clicked your tongue trying to supress your laughter. Knowing your husband, you kind of expected this reaction from him already.Â
"Found that in your daughter's workbook. I was helping her with her assignment and that fell."
"Damn it! Seriously?" Seungcheol dramatically gasped and stared at the piece of paper again. "Sweetheart, you've already read this haven't you?"
"I did."
"And you're not bothered?"
"No, I'm not. Actually, I find it cute," you replied.
"It isn't." Seungcheol almost shouted but tried hard not to make it too loud because he was well aware the twins were already sleeping. "Look here sweet, whoever this kid was, confessed he has a crush on Chaewon and even wrote I LOVE YOU! He wrote I LOVE YOU to our daughter!"
You finally burst into fits of laughter, "What's wrong with that?"
Seungcheol was starting to get annoyed now but it immediately dissipated when you touched his arm and guided him to sit on the couch.
"Calm down Cheollie. It's just a simple note. No need to fret so much about it," you tried to ease him and Seungcheol sighed. He reached for your hand and pressed it as if he's trying to summon his lost composure.
"I mean...that kid wrote those words for our daughter. To our princess. And he's only what? Six years old? Does he even know what it means?"
"Don't insult the feelings of that kid, Cheollie. You yourself even proposed to someone when you were just what? Three?"
Shock passed through Seungcheol's face. He was just going to defend himself when you waved your free hand. "Don't even try to deny it. It was your mom who told me about it."
"Fine. But that's beside the point...last time it was Jungwon. Our little prince received a similar letter with three red roses on Valentine's Day and now it's Chaewon...and an I love you? God! The moment we received the result of your pregnancy test even felt like it just happened yesterday and now, they're receiving these...things. It's too fast. They're growing up too fast."
"Cheollie. It's not as if they're already marrying--"
Seungcheol was quick to cut off what you were supposed to say. "God no sweetheart! They're just six-year olds!"
"Exactly my point," You calmly said and closed the gap between you by hugging him and burying your face on the crook of Seungcheol's neck. "So loosen up, okay?"
"I'm sorry. It's just that... I know that after several years they'll grow up and will meet a lot of people. And then eventually, both of our kids will each meet the person they will love...but right now, I really just want them to enjoy their childhood first...is that too much to ask?" Seungcheol immediately stopped talking when he heard you sniffing. "Are you crying?"
You lifted your head and hurriedly wiped your tears without looking at him. "This is your fault."
"What did I do?" Seungcheol asked teasingly and helped dry your cheeks. "Okay, I'll stop being irrational now so you should stop crying too."
You immediately shook your head, "You're not being irrational. You're just being a good, scratch that, the best father you have always been. You're loving and responsible."
"And?"
"Fine. Handsome too. Very," you both chuckled. "Jungwon and Chaewon are sure lucky to have you as a father."
âAnd you as their mother," Seungcheol kissed your forehead.
"Seriously though," You suddenly said and peeked at the paper your husband was holding. "The kid is undeniably sweet writing a letter like that."
"Sweetheart..." He groaned and his plump red lips automatically turning into a pout like that of a kid sulking.Â
"Sorry," you giggled. "I won't bring it up again."
You both just stayed on the couch for a long time hugging each other. And even with just that, everything felt perfect.
"Cheollie?" You called in a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"I just realized something after reading that kid's letter."
"Uhuh?" Seungcheol responded expectantly.
"That I don't say those words a lot to you," Your voice wavered. "Even if you very much deserved to hear it everyday."
Seungcheol can't help but smile because he is completely aware that you're not the most expressive when it comes to your feelings (which is a complete opposite of him) but he also knew that you have so much love to give and you just have a different way to express it.Â
"Even if you don't say it everyday sweetheart, I can always feel your love for me and for the twins. And that, " Seungcheol hugged you tighter, "...is more than enough.
"But still, I feel like you want to hear it."
"I do but--"
"I love you, Cheollie." You said rather abruptly and buried your face on Seungcheol's chest. He could only laugh at your cuteness.
"Are you seriously acting shy now?"
Shame was definitely already creeping on your system so you slapped his chest and whined in a low voice, "Stop teasing me!"
With a contented smile, he whispered too.
"I love you more sweetheart."
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âIf I fuck you, will you calm the fuck down and listen to me?â
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Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Synopsis: After taking a job as a co-writer, you quickly find that you and your âbossâ just donât get along. Constantly butting heads, disagreeing on things, and he isnât even nice about it. Heâs a fucking dick. Heâs always criticizing you in embarrassing ways, but youâve tried to be patient, ride it out. Over the short time youâve worked here, the tension has built quickly, and it is clear both of you cannot stand each other. Unfortunately, today is the day you reach your limit after he humiliates you in front of several of your coworkers⊠and the âconflict resolutionâ is definitely something you did not expect.
Genre: Enemies to lovers (or hookup in this case), workplace affair.
Pairings: Boss/Writer!Namjoon x Co-writer!Reader
Word count: 7.5k+
Warnings: 18+, Heavy smut!! Hate sex, protected sex (wrap it up), rough sex, face fucking, light slapping (not in the face), a bit of spit play, face fucking, cussing, crying (sort of), heavy conflict, degradation, arguing, name calling, a bit of teasing, cum eating? (Sort of), dry humping, face humping, being slapped with dick (lightly), Let me know if I missed anything!
â Disclaimerâ :This story does not in any way reflect the character of those who are mentioned, it is totally fiction and just for fun. Please donât take it seriously.
A/N: Hiiii! This is my first one shot. Iâve actually had it in my drafts for a long time but never posted it, I decided to finish it recently and post it here. I hope you like it! I love writing, have soooo many drafted one shots/full on fanfics with each of the boys. A looot of them are with Jungkook, canât help myself. Heâs my lover⊠đ Anyway, if you guys end up liking this Iâll post more. Thank you so much for reading if you do!
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There arenât many things you regret in life. Because if you allow yourself to regret things, you overthink. Overthinking is never a good thing.
See, it wasnât awful at first. But the moment you met Kim Namjoon, you could tell he had a problem with you. What? You didnât know. You still donât know. But he never bothered hiding it.
You powered through, because this was sort of like a dream job for you. You loved writing music, writing lyrics. It was hard to even find a job like this to begin with. So when you got the callback, you jumped at the chance. You were so excited to be working here, and you were familiar with Kim Namjoon. You thought his songs were beautiful, his writing style seemed similar to yours.
Boy, you were wrong.
Not even a week into working here he was heavily criticizing you. But again⊠you pushed through. Because you were new, he had a right to be picky. This was his studio, he was technically your boss⊠technically. So you tried to be patient and listen to his criticism.
Which didnât last long. Because he was not subtle. Arguably, there is a difference between constructive criticism and being blatantly rude and picky. Namjoon was straight-up rude. And at times it was embarrassing.
Nothing you did seemed to satisfy him. Every single time you brainstormed with him and the team, he disagreed with you. Every time you proposed lyrics, he rejected your ideas. Every time you so as much opened your mouth, he had an issue with what you had to say.
You tried to be patient⊠you genuinely did. But you donât like feeling disrespected or embarrassed. And you certainly donât take shit from anyone. So the last two weeks youâve both been bickering, and the tension is noticeable not only to you and Namjoon but to the entire damn team.
The worst part about it all? You are so fucking attracted to him. He makes your tummy swoop with butterflies. He smells good. Heâs tall, his dimples are fucking adorable, and his body⊠god, he is to die for. The sexual tension is prominent.
If only he wasnât such a dick.
Today pushed you to your limits. Never in your life have you been more embarrassed.
It all started with a song he was working on. He played the beat, and immediately you were inspired. You got excited. Your attitude was bright, and you immediately jotted the lyrics down on your paper when they came to mind. You seriously thought today would be the day heâd be proud. He would agree. You felt good about it.
Only for him to burst out laughing when he read the lyrics. That wasnât even the worst part. Itâs bad enough that he laughed at you in front of the entire team. But what he said next is what made you lose your shit.
âOh- shit. Youâre serious?â
He stared at you for a moment, taking in your very irritated expression. And then he fucking laughed again.
âFuck, Y/N. I thought this was a joke. God, I wish it was a joke because it would be hilarious if it was. It sounds like a fucking kids-bop song. You canât be serious.â
And thatâs when all hell broke loose.
You went off on him. In front of everyone. For three minutes straight you cursed him out, waived your hands around, and made it clear how much you cannot stand him and how rude he has been. How humiliated you feel. Youâve always been praised for your writing, so why the fuck doesnât he like it? You are fucking pissed.
Maybe it wasnât a good idea to cuss your boss out in front of everyone⊠but at this point, you donât care. If he gets you fired by the company, oh-fucking-well.
Namjoon stares at you for a moment once youâre done. Your chest is heaving, your cheeks are red, and your brows are furrowed angrily. Clearly, he didnât expect your outburst. His nostrils are flared and his jaw is tense, it even does the little tick thing that drives you crazy. Fuck him for being so hot. Fuck him for being so damn hot and such a dick.
He raises a brow at you, tongue in cheek, making that angry face that would be incredibly attractive if it werenât directed at you. He lets out an angry huff of air before speaking.
âStudio. Now.â
He points at his studio as he says this as if youâre too stupid to understand his words. This pisses you off even more.
âYouâre not my fucking boss.â
He scoffs at you, briefly smiling at your bold choice of words. You infuriate him just as much as he infuriates you.
âActually, Y/N, I am. Studio. Now.â
You know that technically, he is your boss. But you refuse to listen to him after how humiliated he made you feel. In front of everyone, how dare he speak to you this way? Regardless of his weird hate for you. Besides, he canât fire you. He may be able to request it, but you know that he wonât. From what youâve heard, It took forever to fill this position. He was picky when it came to hiring someone⊠which makes this more confusing. You canât figure out what his issue is with you, especially when he is the one who helped pick you for the job. Regardless, you know that he doesnât have the patience to do it again. Heâs full of shit.
You stand your ground. You wonât back down this time. Youâre tired of the disrespect.
âNo, Namjoon. Whatever you want to say, you can say it here. Youâve already embarrassed me, so go ahead, do it some more. Iâm sure you get off on it.â
No longer smiling, his gaze is dark. Heâs pissed. Now heâs a bit embarrassed⊠thatâs what he gets.
âI wonât ask again. You can march your ass upstairs, or I can carry you. Your choice.â
You say nothing, surely he wouldnât do that. Heâs bluffing. Regardless of how harsh he has been towards you, you know that he wouldnât cross that line. You hope that he doesnât. The last thing that you want is for him to touch you. Not because he makes you uncomfortable, but because you already have enough dirty thoughts about him. You hate him, yet he turns you on in a way youâve never felt. Lust driven by pure hatred, itâs a dangerous thing.
But of course, you were wrong, and he never ceases to surprise you. Never underestimate Kim Namjoon.
You stay silent, secretly hoping that he will just back down and continue the brainstorming session. But is Kim Namjoon the type of man to back down? No. He never has been.
He strides over to you quickly, taking big steps in your direction, causing you to miss your chance to run.
He swiftly grabs your waist and hoists you over his shoulder, his fingers digging into your thighs. You donât even have time to react before he starts carrying you upstairs to the studio. He has no trouble doing so either, carrying you as if you weigh nothing.
You come to your senses and swat at his back while you yell profanities at him, demanding that he put you down, threatening to report him, and telling him that heâll be fired by morning if he doesnât stop.
But you know that he wonât. This company would never side with you, no matter what Namjoon did. They relied on him. They ïżŒdidnât rely on you. You were replaceable, even if it would be difficult. Namjoon is not replaceable.
âResume the session. If you finish before weâre done, youâre free to go. This may take a while. Donât interrupt us.â
Hurried nods are sent in his direction, no one dares protest him or intervene. Cowards.
He kicks the door open to the studio, entering with ease, making sure not to hit your head on the doorframe as he walks in. You wish he would have hit your head, knocked you out, hell even thrown you over the staircase. Anything to avoid this humiliation he has cursed you with. You almost wish you wouldâve just kept your damn mouth shut.
But the damage is done now. No point in backing down.
He throws you roughly on the couch sitting opposite his desk and then closes the door, locking it before facing you.
You glare at him, chest heaving, heart beating out of your chest. Youâre just as pissed as he is. Yet, you still find yourself clenching your thighs together, irritated at the fact that he turns you on so much. You shouldnât be horny right now⊠yet you are. The way he squeezed your thighs⊠fuck. Fuck him. God, fuck him to hell. You hate him.
âWhat the fuck was that?â You nearly growl at him.
He stands in front of you, arms crossed, looking down on you as if youâre nothing more than a pesky roach that he wants to squash.
âI told you, you could walk, or I could carry you. You made your choice, clearly.â
Fuck him.
âFuck you, Namjoon. This is ridiculous.â
He laughs. He laughs at you.
Fuck him.
âYou are ridiculous, Y/N. Why are you even here, if you canât take criticism?â
âAre you fucking kidding me? I can take criticism, constructive criticism, something that you are apparently incapable of giving. Youâre so fucking mean to me and Iâve done NOTHING to you.â
âNo, I-â
You cut him off, unable to control your mouth.
âAnd another thing, itâs only me that you speak to this way. Iâve yet to see you speak to anyone else the way that you do me. What is your issue with me, why do you hate me so much?â
âMaybe if you-â
You cut him off again, and his jaw does the tick thing. Heâs getting angrier, but you do not give a fuck.
âNo, this isnât on me. I earned my spot here, I was hired for a reason, and everyone else respects me, why donât you?â
âBecause-â
Again.
Fuck him.
âThere is no reason, you obviously have some sort of sick vendetta against me. Youâre fucking insufferable!â
âMe? No, you-â
Again.
And heâs had enough.
âNo, fuck you Namjoon, fuck you and this weird ass game youâre playing, youââ
He borderline growls before he pins you on the couch.
You donât even have time to register what heâs doing, and if you did, youâd slap the shit out of him.
Thatâs what you tell yourself, anyway.
His lips crash into yours as he hovers over you, one knee perched in between your legs, while his other leg steadies him. He grabs your face with force, so rough that you swear he could break your jaw if he gripped you any harder. His other hand is on the back of the couch, steadying him the same and pinning you in place.
The kiss is no different. His lips assault yours, and he wastes no time in forcing his tongue into your mouth. He kisses you with vigor. A kiss unlike any youâve ever experienced before. Youâve only ever been kissed like this in your dreams, the same dreams that wake you up in the middle of the night leaving you touch-starved. Itâs fucking aggressive and rough.
And of course, you kiss him back. You donât want to. Yet you do. You donât want to give in to him. But you do. You canât help it. As soon as he made his move, you were under his control. He has that way about him, heâs easily able to affect people. You were a different story. You always defied him, disagreed with him, challenged him. Yet, this is the way that he tames you, even if only for a minute. Shit. Youâre weaker than you thought.
He nips your bottom lip before pulling back, your jaw still in his grip. His nostrils are flared and his breathing is rigid, as if heâs just as shocked as you are at his actions.
And he is. He has no idea why he just kissed you. He has no idea what came over him. He just wanted you to shut the fuck up, and he acted on impulse. And now he has a raging hard-on, which pisses him off even more. He doesnât want to want you, in the same way that you donât want to want him. But you both do.
He whispers, searching your face, studying your reaction.
âDo you ever just shut the fuck up and listen?â
You clear your throat, still trying to come down from the rush of the kiss, adrenaline running through your veins.
âI-â
âDo you know how fucking irritated you make me?â
Suddenly, you have no fight left in you. You feel intimidated. Fuck him.
âThen why-â
âAm I gonna have to kiss you every time you need to shut the fuck up?â
You blink at him, unable to respond. You have no idea what to do, or how to react, and are becoming distracted by the puddle seeping between your thighs.
You havenât had sex in over a year. You havenât been able to grow interest in someone enough to give them that piece of yourself again. Your last situation-ship left you simply sick of men. Sex wasnât appealing enough to go through that again. But, of course, as if the universe is punishing you, Namjoon awakens your sex drive.
You nervously bite your lip and clench your thighs, not even realizing what youâre doing. Youâre on the verge of tears, overwhelmed with anger and lust. And this doesnât go unnoticed by Namjoon.
He looks down at your thighs, and you immediately unclench them. Your cheeks betray you by reddening, thanks to the smirk that very clearly gives away that he knows exactly what youâre feeling right now.
He keeps his eyes on your thighs for a moment before looking up at you. He smirks, raising a brow, giving you a crooked smile that tells you he knows your dirty little secret. Your jaw is still firmly in his grasp.
âIs that it? Youâre sexually frustrated? Is that why youâre being such a bitch?â
You try to wriggle from his grasp, embarrassed, angry, horny. Youâre starting to wish he would just fire you. Anything to save you the embarrassment of his knowing glare.
âFuck you.â
He chuckles, bringing his face closer to yours, so close that you can feel his breath touch your lips.
âYeah? Fuck me? If I fuck you, will you calm the fuck down and listen to me?â
You blink at him again and say nothing. You want to protest, tell him how gross he is, tell him how much you hate him, tell him that heâs the worst. Yet, his idea just makes you hornier. Youâve never had hate sex, and oh fuck, youâre sure that it would improve your mood, even some of the tension between you two.
But it pains you to even admit that. Itâs humiliating. He has humiliated you enough.
He moves his hand to the back of your head, angling it upwards so that he has better access to your neck. He places his lips on your jaw, running his teeth up it, leading to the crook of your neck, keeping his lips on you as he speaks his next words.
He grabs your wrist with his other hand, leading it to his crotch, coaxing you to feel him. And heâs hard. So hard that youâre certain a button will break on his jeans. Fuck. He feels giant⊠Youâre so fucked.
âDo you see what you do to me? Never in my life have I had anyone piss me off to the point of getting a fucking boner.â
You canât help but whimper at his dirty words, but you make sure to bite your lip, preventing yourself from begging him to take you as you so desperately want to. You arenât one to beg for anything. And you hate him even more for bringing you to that point.
âIâve thought about fucking you so many times, Y/N. Fucking you to the point that you donât even remember your own name, and my name is the only thing that you can scream. I just wanna fuck you until you shut the fuck up.â
âPlease, just⊠do it then.â
Word vomit. You thought it but didnât intend to say it. Yet, you said it. Of course, you did. Youâre on the brink of cumming just from his filthy words.
He kisses your neck before speaking. And you can feel him smile as he does so.
Fuck him.
âOh, Y/N, baby, hearing you beg makes it so tempting. I never thought youâd be the type, considering the amount of shit you talk.â
You croak out, suddenly feeling defensive, âIâm not. I donât beg for shit.â You weakly push at his chest, even though you both know damn well you donât want him to stop.
He laughs, pulling back to look at you, keeping his face close.
âYet, here you are, begging for my cock like a desperate whore.â
You frown at him, feigning offense, when in reality his degradation is making you even more desperate. Why? You donât know. Youâve never liked being degraded, in fact, nothing turns you off more than being called names⊠but hearing it come out of Namjoon's mouth? Fuck.
âIâm not a whore.â You whisper.
He tilts his head at you, amused.
âFucking obviously, youâre acting like youâve never been touched before. Are you this needy with other men?â
âThere are no other men.â
He studies you for a moment, carefully calculating his next move. The way that he looks at you makes you feel insecure, as if heâs a judge on one of those cooking shows, trying to figure out whether he likes the taste of you or not. You have the urge to push him away and take off, his gaze is too goddamn intense.
He is too intense. Never met a man like him.
âStop looking at me like that.â You mumble, looking away from him.
âLike what?â He asks, furrowing his brows. Amused.
âLike you think Iâm the most vile thing on earth.â
Heâs taken aback by your response, almost looking offended. Because that is the last thing he was thinking. If only you knew.
âVile? Baby, Iâm so hard for you right now that it hurts, do you know how hot you are when youâre pissed? Fucking annoying, but soooo hot.â
You squirm, your cheeks pinking again. You didnât expect that. You expected him to laugh in your face and agree. He grunts as he takes in your facial expression. If only you knew what you truthfully do to him. He closes his eyes and scrunches his brows, taking a deep breath before he pulls away from you, leaving you considering getting on your damn knees and begging for him to touch you again.
He chuckles while shaking his head, eyes still closed as he speaks. As if heâs in pain from pulling away from you.
âYeah, fuck, and youâre cute when you blush. This is fucked. I canât stand you, yet youâre so fucking cute. What the fuck are you doing to me? Huh?â
Fuck. Heâs making this hard. Youâre so overwhelmed. So pissed, so horny, you wanna push him away and cuss him out some more, but also youâve never wanted another man more in your life than you do him right now.
Both of you stare at each other silently for a moment. His jaw keeps doing the tick thing, and you squeeze your thighs tighter, rubbing them together to relieve some pressure. His eyes flick to them, and you donât even bother hiding it this time. As humiliating as it is, his cock is hard and bulging out of his jeans. So you canât find yourself caring too much at the moment.
What really makes his resolve waver is the way youâre looking at him, which you donât even realize. Normally you look at him with such disdain, as if heâs the vile one. But right now? Your eyes are wide and glossy, your lip stuck between your teeth. Youâre looking at him almost sweetly. The desperation in your gaze is impossible to hide.
He loses it completely.
âAh, fuck it.â He declares before grabbing you by your hair again as he sits on the couch. He tugs you roughly into his lap and starts devouring your mouth again.
You let out a little huff of air as he does this, not quite used to the rough handling. But god, itâs fucking divine. You feel as if all of the anger youâve held for him comes rushing out in the form of kisses and touches. He feels the same.
His hand leaves your hair and he grips your hips, roughly grinding his hard cock onto your pussy. Dry humping like fucking teenagers as you make out aggressively.
Your hands come to rest on his face, framing it as they tremble slightly from the overwhelming emotions. You donât hold back this time either, licking into his mouth wantonly, letting out little grunts and mewls that make his cock strain and twitch inside of his jeans.
His hands leave your hips to grip your ass, and he fucking groans into your mouth. He slaps it once, testing. When you let out a whine, he slaps it much harder this time, making your body jerk slightly.
He laughs into your mouth and says breathily, âFuck, you really are a whore arenât you?â
You bite his lip hard when he says this. You hate it. You love it. You grind down harder onto his clothed cock. He reaches back up to grip your hair and tugs your head back, pulling on it harshly and pulling you away from his mouth.
He grins when he hears you whine at the loss of his lips. âYou wanna fucking bite me, huh? Uh-uh, fuck no you donât.â
He pushes you off of his lap and lets go of your hair, you look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and confusion. Honestly, you already look fucked out and heâs barely done anything. Youâre just touch-starved, so every little kiss and touch is fucking you up. Youâre craving relief from both your sexual frustration and the building irritation heâs caused you over the last month.
Before you even realize what heâs about to do, he grabs your hair again, his grip much firmer this time. It actually kind of hurts⊠yet you donât stop him. He pushes your face roughly into his clothed cock, and grinds onto your face as he spreads his legs wider on the couch.
Oh fuck.
He grunts as he starts nearly smothering you. When he feels a bit of your drool gets onto his crotch, he yanks your head back, he laughs again, âBet your big fucking mouth is great at sucking cock. Should we find out?â
You just glare at him. Donât wanna give him the satisfaction even though every single thing he has done so far has made you borderline cream your pants.
He clicks his tongue, âNo? Donât have anything to say now? Isnât that funnyâŠâ
Fuck him.
He keeps his grip tight on your hair as he uses his other hand to fumble with his zipper and button. Once itâs undone, he whips his cock out. It hits the fabric of his rumpled shirt and is already dripping precum.
Holy. Fuck. His cock is huge. A good nine inches.
He yanks your head forward again, literally smearing your face all over it, humping your face again. His head falls back and he grunts at the feeling. Your skin is just so soft, and the way your makeup is already becoming fucked up is making him go crazy. Heâs always loved sloppy sex. And you are fucking gorgeous like this, he thinks.
He grabs his cock with his free hand as he tilts your head back, starts slapping your mouth with it, your cheeks too. The precum starts stringing from your cheek to the tip of his cock, and you can see his pupils dilate even bigger, he almost looks like heâs about to lose control.
He says uncharacteristically softly, âIf you want me to stop, pinch my thigh real hard, yeah?â
If you had even a single moment of free thought, you wouldâve probably been thankful that he gave you an out. You know despite him being a huge piece of work, heâs not a bad guy. So the fact heâs setting boundaries in your favor, even in the heat of the moment, is comforting. He cares about your safety and comfort. Itâs the bare minimum of course, but most men lack even that. Itâs why you stopped having casual sex to begin with.
But you donât have a moment to think because pushes your lips down onto his cock abruptly, your mouth opens on instinct and he shoves himself inside. Doesnât even ease into it, he just straight up plows his cock inside of your mouth until your nose is pressed against his pelvis.
You cough, and gag, already drooling all over him. Fuck itâs hot. Youâve never been face fucked like this before, but youâre starting to think maybe youâve been missing out on good sex if this is how good rough sex feels.
You canât even imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you if it feels this good in your mouth.
When he sees tears start to form, he pulls your hair back, strings of spit and precum connecting from your mouth and onto the tip of his cock. Fuck, it felt so good feeling your throat constrict around his cock. His resolve is wavering heavily. But heâs trying to remain patient. He smirks at you, stroking his spit-covered cock lazily directly onto your lips, causing beads of precum to escape his tip and cover your lips like lipgloss.
âFuck, look at you. And you havenât said a damn word. So pretty when you shut up.â
Your cheeks flush and you say petulantly, âFuck you.â Because even now you donât wanna give him the satisfaction.
Thatâs short-lived though because he starts fucking your mouth again. He shoves his cock inside and starts thrusting into your mouth as if itâs a goddamn sex toy. He hits the back of your throat with every thrust, causing you to gag and cough, your hands squeezing his thighs hard but not pinching.
You can take it.
He grunts out, âFuck⊠I swear to god Iâll fuck your pretty little mouth every goddamn time you mouth off from now on Y/N, since nothing else has worked so far.â
Each word punctuated by a harsh thrust, he grunts our, âJust shut. the. fuck. up. Fuuuck.â
He keeps fucking up into your mouth, not easing up even for a second. Your eyes roll back in your head, and all you can do is take it. His thrusts only become sloppier and wetter. His head is thrown back and his abdomen starts clenching hard. But he knows you need to breathe. As much as he wishes he could just cum down your throat; he has other plansâŠ
He pulls your head back again, heâs already feeling a bit too close to cumming. He doesnât wanna cum too fast, heâs certain it would give you more to talk shit about.
He gazes down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his mouth parted slightly and his breaths coming in fast. You look utterly fucked. Your makeup is ruined completely now, your eyes are red and teary, and your pretty pink lips are swollen. His stomach flutters, because he thinks you have never looked prettier.
Heâs always thought you were so pretty. Itâs one of the reasons he canât stand you. He isnât supposed to want you. Youâre his coworker, technically his subordinate.
But none of that matters now, does it?
He doesnât look much better, his shirt is covered in wet spit and his boxers are ruined too. He shouldâve taken his clothes off⊠but luckily, he thinks itâs so much hotter this way.
His cock twitches against his belly, and he strokes your cheek with his free hand. He murmurs, âYou good?â
You nod stupidly at him even as drool dribbles down your chin and your mascara runs onto your cheeks. Thereâs nothing to say really. Youâve never enjoyed having a dick down your throat so much. And he has effectively shut you up.
He nods and guides your head up, kisses you deeply. His eyes roll back as he tastes his precum on your tongue. So fucking good, he thinks.
He guides your pliant body to lay down on the couch, and then he settles in between your legs, his hands stroking up and down your thighs as he looks you over. God, there is so much he wants to do to you. He wants to use you but also wants to make you come undone as many times as possible.
Maybe then youâll be more tolerable. Maybe this is what you both need, he rationalizes.
But heâs getting impatient. His cock is standing tall as he looks down at you, visibly pulsating, jerking upward now and then. And fuck, itâs making you impatient too. So much so that you whine at him, âFuck, stop looking and just do something.â
His jaw ticks. Heâs getting irritated. Thatâs what you think, anyway. But in reality, heâs preening on the fact youâre just as impatient as he is. It gives him an excuse to cut the foreplay and fuck you stupid.
You want him to do something? Oh, he will.
He lets out an almost mocking laugh, âYeah? Want me to do something about it? You sure?â
You groan and roll your eyes at him, scooting your ass closer to his pelvis on the couch, his cock dripping so much precum, you have no idea how heâs not losing his mind right now. You certainly are. In fact, heâs starting to piss you off again.
Right as youâre about to talk shit, he can immediately tell. He grabs the front of your button-up and he rips it open. Doesnât unbutton it like a normal person, but fucking rips it open, sending buttons flying on the floor of the studio. You let out a grunt, and blink at him in surprise with your mouth open.
You liked that shirt. Fuck him.
âFucking seriously? Youâre ruining my clothes now?â
Your patience is almost nonexistent at this point. You have drool and precum drying on your chin, youâre so horny it hurts, and he just ripped your shirt open like a wild fucking animal.
But him? Itâs like heâs not even paying attention. His eyes are averted downward, tongue flicking over his lips. He looks almost stupid like this. What the fuck?
You look down to see what heâs gawking at, and⊠Oh. Oh. Kinda slipped your mind that you arenât wearing a bra today. You were running late this morning and forgot to throw one on. Oops.
Namjoon doesnât even look at your face at this point. His eyes are glued to your tits. He feels kind of ridiculous, getting this worked up over tits. Heâs seen tits many times, itâs nothing new. But something about yours has him salivating, has his cock jerking upward.
He reaches down and starts lightly slapping the sides of your tits, watching them jiggle with a gaze full of hunger, he rasps out, âNot the only thing Iâm gonna be ruining.â
One hand remains playing with your tits like theyâre fucking stress balls, and Namjoon would argue that they absolutely are. The other hand reaches down and lifts your skirt, causing it to pool around your waist. He looks down a bit further, begrudgingly tearing his eyes away from your perfect tits, his other hand pushing your ruined panties to the side. He groans, nearly growls when he notices how wet you are. Fuck. Heâs so close to losing control.
He dips a single finger into your sopping heat, just barely. Moves the creamy juices around before pushing his finger fully inside, squeezing your tit hard in his other hand. Your hips buck up involuntarily and your head falls back against the couch. You fucking hate yourself for the desperate noise that claws out of your throat.
Namjoon is no better, the moment he feels how wet you truly are, he lets a sound that sounds no better than the one you just let out. His breathing picks up, his heart starts beating faster, and his cock is so hard at this point that itâs actually painful. God, you are just so tight. Your pussy is clenching around his finger as if itâs trying to swallow him whole.
âN-Namjoonâ please. Fuck. Please.â You beg again, donât even care how pathetic you sound. A single fucking finger isnât enough for how badly you want him right now. Want to be filled up and fucked hard. Heâs barely moving it too. Just lightly grazing your walls, and itâs so frustrating. You just want to cum. Get it all out.
Namjoons resolve finally breaks when he sees a trickle of creamy white drip out of your pussy and onto the couch, he canât take it anymore. He genuinely wanted to tease you, make a fucking mess of you. Make you beg and cry for him because of how much you piss him off. But not even he is strong enough to stall, he needs you. Now.
One last slap to the tit, he pulls his hand away and hastily reaches over for his wallet on the side table next to the couch. He pulls a condom out, brings the wrapper up to his mouth, and tears it open. And fuck, thatâs so sexy. Your pussy clenches his finger again at the sight, and then he jerks it out of your pussy with a grunt.
You whine at him, almost feeling offended. But Namjoon knows damn well heâs going a little crazy because he just got jealous. Jealous of his own fucking finger. Should be his cock, not his finger. What the fuck are you doing to him?
He doesnât warn you before he stuffs the same finger, accompanied by another finger, into your mouth. Nearly making you choke just like you did on his cock. Then he tosses the wrapped condom onto your bare chest, âPut it on me. Quick.â
You donât even hesitate, you grab the condom with shakey hands and fumble it out of the package, all while sucking his fingers clean of your own juices. It only turns you on more, tasting yourself on his skin.
You reach for his cock, grab it with one shaky hand and his hips buck into it a bit. He lets out a little hiss through his teeth because of how sensitive it is, neglected for too long. Thatâs how it feels, anyway.
You roll the condom onto his cock snuggly and then look up at him expectantly with a desperate but wrecked look. Give him the best âfuck meâ eyes you can muster up. He keeps his fingers in your mouth. Doesnât even move. Again, drawing it out. Attempting to, anyway.
You whine against his fingers, and would probably be begging him if you could talk. But Namjoon canât take it anymore, lucky for you. He moves his hips forward and uses his free hand to position his cock at your entrance.
The moment the tip is sucked into your tight hole, he snaps. Literally, he snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. You cry out even with your mouth around his fingers, sounding muffled and wet. Your back arched obscenely because fuck you didnât expect him to just go in like that.
Youâre not complaining though, fuck no.
His head falls back like yours, and he stays like that for a moment, his teeth grit and eyes clenched shut. He removes his fingers from your mouth and grabs your face with one hand, smooshing your cheeks, the other hand coming back up to your tit and squeezing it harshly, as if he just canât help himself. Squeezing so hard that it kinda hurts. But fuck, it feels so good. Youâre starting to realize maybe you have a thing for shit like this.
Doesnât help when you feel his cock twitching inside of you. Itâs just enough stimulation to make your pussy start throbbing around him.
Itâs pathetic how close you already are. But god, it feels like he edged you for hours. Even though he barely did anything. You guess you just kinda forgot what actual dick felt like compared to your fingers or a toy.
He starts moving his hips slowly, trying to be patient while your pussy adjusts to his size. But your patience left the moment he entered you.
âFuck. Go faster, please.â
Your voice sounds high-pitched and a bit loud which you donât even realize. You canât control it. He clicks his tongue at this, gives your face a little shake as he says, âThought I told you to shut the fuck up? Unless you want all of your coworkers to know youâre letting your boss fuck the shit out of you like a whore? That what you want?â
He pulls back out and then slams in again. You let out another cry, body jolting at the force. And he starts just pounding into you.
You asked for this.
How the fuck are you supposed to be quiet when he goes from 0 to 100 like that? Holy fuck.
âOh, so you do? You want them all to know Iâm making you my slut after humiliating you for your shitty writing? Câmon, speak up. Canât hear you. Use your fucking words.â
All while snapping his hips harshly into yours, out one moment, deep inside the next. You can barely take it. You swear you can feel him in your fucking stomach. Hardly even register his degrading words because you canât think, canât speak, canât even control the loud noises coming out of your mouth, although you desperately try.
Tears prickle your eyes, not because it hurts but because youâre overwhelmed. Heâs so hard to figure out. Acting like heâs gonna tease you one moment, and then fucking you like heâs trying to split you in half the next.
He lets out a grunt at your lack of response and ends up squishing your cheeks harder, forcing your mouth open. He leans down slightly and fucking spits in your mouth and then stuffs his fingers back in your mouth, âActually, just shut the fuck up. Keep your mouth busy and shut the fuckâ ah, fuckâ the fuck up.â
Fucking disgusting. Fucking hot.
The way his words falter and he loses train of thought for a second makes your pussy clench deliciously around him. Because itâs confirmation that he is just as affected as you are. Just as fucked up right now.
You both look a mess. Your shirt is torn open, your skirt all crooked and pushed up to your waist, and your panties arenât even fully off. His shirt is still damp with spit, his pants only halfway pulled down and now thereâs a creamy white stain on the front of them from your juices dripping down his dick.
Itâs heaven, honestly. Or maybe hell. You arenât sure. But it feels so fucking good.
His hips piston into your cunt hard and fast, and you do your best to focus on sucking his fingers, but the pressure is building fast. You can feel your pussy start to flutter, your clit throbbing, begging to be paid attention to. He can feel it too, itâs making him go crazy because of how responsive you are.
He slams home one more time before staying there, swiveling his hips in a circle so that his pelvis brushes against your clit each time, giving it the minimal amount of attention that has you nearly seeing stars, almost there, but not quite.
âNeed more?â He pants out.
You nod your head quickly, his fingers covered in your saliva at this point. Dripping in the essence of you just like his cock. He nods back, removes his other hand from your hip, and settles it at the bottom of your belly, pushing down and placing his thumb over your clit. He starts flicking it fast and starts fucking into you again, picking up the pace so that the room fills with wet squelching noises and skin slapping.
The way heâs pushing onto your tummy while rubbing your clit, Jesus fuck⊠itâs intense. Makes it feel like he is inside of your stomach. So fucking deep.
Yup. That does it. The stagnant pressure starts building rapidly, he can feel it too. Your pussy starts tightening and fluttering beautifully around his girth. Youâre making the prettiest noises, still quiet thanks to his fingers stuffed in your mouth but he can hear you the perfect amount.
God, itâs so perfect, he thinks.
You, youâre not thinking at all. He really is fucking you stupid. Your eyes are continuously rolling back and your hips buck into his thrusts desperately, quickly approaching your climax.
He flicks your clit back and forth, fast but precisely, âCâmon baby, give it to me. Fucking cum all over me. Make a mess. Unghâ god youâre such a fucking slut.â
And that sends you. Out of everything, something about Namjoon calling you a slut just fucking does it for you. You let out a muffled moan, that would be a scream most likely if his fingers werenât sheathed into your mouth. Your legs tremble and your body shudders through the force of your orgasm.
Your pussy throbs violently, walls rippling around his cock as you finally see those stars. It feels fucking amazing, makes tears fall down your cheek. You can barely breathe because of the force of how fucking good it feels to cum on his cock.
This is his end too. He simply canât hold back when he feels the vice grip of your pussy desperately trying to keep his cock in place, the rippling of your walls nearly feels like vibrations. He lets out another groan, but it almost comes out like a whine. Very subtly. His face is scrunched up and his mouth open as his hips stutter, his cock spilling and filling up the condom.
It goes on and on. Neither of you thinking about how much you hate each other, only thinking about how good it feels to be together like this. He swears heâs never had sex better than this. You feel the same.
The reality of it all is hate sex is unmatched. Especially when tensions build for so long and you both act as if you canât stand each other⊠who knew a fuck couldâve helped with that?
At the last twitch of his cock, when your pussy becomes overstimulated and sore, he collapses on top of you. Both of you panting harshly, catching your breaths as your hearts beat in unison.
He removes his spit-covered fingers from your mouth, and he places lazy little kisses on your skin. He isnât even sure where, too fucked out to pay attention, just anywhere he can reach while he rests on top of you. Itâs an oddly tender gesture. A little sweet, even.
Itâs silent for a few minutes. And you both start to realize what youâve done. You just fucked your technical boss⊠he just fucked one of his co-writers.
Definitely shouldnât have happened.
He canât find himself regretting it though. He feels so light, that he could almost smile. As much of an excuse as it was at first, it genuinely helped with the tension. Heâs not quite as irritated with you. Does he like you now? Fuck no.
But the more post-nut clarity comes to fruition⊠the more he thinks he can tolerate you. Maybe even work with you, compromise with you.
You on the other hand⊠you donât know how to feel. You donât regret it, because fuck, it did help with the tension. You feel lighter too. Not as sensitive. Not as hateful.
Maybe it was for the best. Itâs not like anyone has to know, anyway. Itâs like couples counseling sort of⊠except youâre definitely not a couple, and you both still cannot stand each other.
But you can tolerate each other now that most of the tension is gone for the time being.
âYou good?â
He tears you away from your thoughts, and you look up at him with bleary eyes. It makes you feel sort of warm and fuzzy inside knowing despite his dislike for you, heâs still checking to make sure he didnât cross any lines.
Well, he crossed several lines. But, you arenât complaining. Youâre glad he did. Glad he reduced you to this.
âIâm fucking great.â
That earns you a little chuckle. He sighs a breath of relief, was worried he went a bit too hard or did too much, especially since you didnât set any boundaries beforehand. But you took what he gave you and you took it like a fucking champ, he thinks.
He reluctantly gets off of you because now that youâre both a bit more clear-headed, the couch feels a little too small, and he doesnât wanna crush you.
His softening cock is still inside of you, so he braces a hand on the couch and slowly pulls out, both of you hissing at the feeling. He watches in awe as your juices flow freely out of you. God, what a pretty pussy, he thinks.
He dips a finger back into your heat, causing you to let out a little noise of surprise. But he removes it quickly, brings his finger up to his mouth and sucks it clean.
âMmm. Yummy.â He says, wiggling his brows.
Ugh.
He pats your thigh before getting off of the couch, taking the condom off, and tying it up to chuck it in the trash. He stuffs his soft and sensitive cock back into his underwear and pulls up his pants, feeling utterly satiated now. Bubbly and light, even though he wonât show it. He makes his way to the little fridge in his studio and he grabs two bottles of water, tosses you one which you barely catch.
You gulp down the water gratefully, parched considering he stole most of your fucking spit. Asshole.
He begins walking into the bathroom attached to his studio as he says, âCâmon letâs go get cleaned up. Then we can look at those lyrics again and see if it still sounds like kids bop now that Iâve fucked you stupid.â
At your immediate glare, he lets out a laugh, and shrugs innocently, âWhat? Pussy is magic, can change a manâs mind about a lot of things. Now hurry up, youâre a fucking mess.â
And with that, heâs stepping into the bathroom.
Yeah. Fuck him. Still insufferable.
But god, you really do hope to fuck him again.
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1633 | king of my heart
summary:Â [ lestappen â social media au ] in which the crown prince of monaco falls in love with a formula 1 driver
warnings:Â language, implied/referenced homophobia
authorâs note: i made a shitpost this morning and here i am now. never let it be said that i don't give the people what they want.
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monacoupdates Crown Prince Charles is present today at the #MonacoGP on behalf of the royal family! The self-professed avid motorsport fan will be spending time in the Ferrari, Alpine, and Red Bull garages.
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user charles is always serving damn
âȘ user monaco how does it feel to have won in the crown prince lottery???
âȘ user trĂšs bien, thanks for asking đ
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alpinef1team A very special visit from hshcrownprincecharles! #MonacoGP
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user charles at every opportunity: i'm not french! đ also charles:
âȘ user lmao tbf he's known pierre for a while
âȘ user bro how???
âȘ user idk f1 drivers hang around monaco a lot and they both speak french
âȘ user it's not even just pierre charles is also pretty close with the monaco-based drivers like max and lando
user 10 seconds penalty to ocon for not greeting charles đ
âȘ user poor estie bestie đ
âȘ alpinef1team Esteban did talk with Crown Prince Charles đ Just a pity that His Serene Highness had to rush off before we could get pictures...
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scuderiaferrari Please welcome hshcrownprincecharles to the #Tifosi for the #MonacoGP đ„ł
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hshcrownprincecharles Grazie mille for the opportunity to try the racing driver life!
âȘ scuderiaferrari Our pleasure đ„° hshprincelorenzo and hshprincesspascale can we keep him, s'il vous plait?
âȘ hshdukearthur I don't think Lorenzo and Maman would be the only ones against Charles becoming a Ferrari driver đ
user you don't understand how emotional this makes me đ„č charles always said that if he could pick any job he'd be a f1 driver and to see him get to experience his dream!! even if for only a day!!!
carlossainz55 Personally I think Charles would be slower than me
âȘ hshcrownprincecharles This is lĂšse-majestĂ© and I will have you thrown into the dungeons for your disrespect to the throne đ€
âȘ carlossainz55 pretty sure your brother is the one who can do that...
âȘ user does monaco even have dungeons?
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mv01updates max post-monaco gp with the crown prince of monaco, his serene highness charles leclerc đ
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user for some reason these pictures make me feel like i'm 5 years old again and watching my parents be romantic. like i want to scream "get a room" đ
âȘ user not a single unique experience đ
user ayo đ€š the helmet pics...
âȘ user i stg i've seen pictures of drivers with their actual wives that had less tension
user just kiss already đ©đ©đ©
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palaisprincierdemonaco La Famille PrinciÚre est heureuse d'annoncer les fiançailles du Prince Héréditaire Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc et Max Emilian Verstappen, avec l'accord de S.A.S. le Prince Lorenzo.
The Princely Family is happy to announce the engagement of Crown Prince Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc and Max Emilian Verstappen, with the approval of HSH Prince Lorenzo.
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user i??? what??? what happened to hello??? how are you??? my name is???
âȘ user fr i didn't even know max was dating someone lmao
user damn at least we know why they were so touchy at the grand prix now đ
hshprincelorenzo FĂ©licitations!
user the hAND ON THE THIGH. THE SMILE ON THEIR FACES. I AM UNWELL.
âȘ user ALL OF US ARE UNWELL
landonorris does this mean that max gets a title? if so, not fair đ
âȘ pierregasly yeah hshcrownprincecharles, can you knight me or something?
âȘ maxverstappen1 go find your own royalty to marry đ
âȘ landonorris does lewis count? like if i marry him will i become sir lando norris đ€
âȘ sebastianvettel i've asked, and no it does not work like that unfortunately
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gq Presenting our July cover star, Max Verstappen.
The Formula 1 driver, best known for dominating his sport and more recently his engagement with Monaco's beloved Crown Prince Charles, sits down with GQ to discuss what exactly goes on in a two-time world champion's mind.
Verstappen offers insight into the ongoing season, the surprising way the sport helped bring him and his fiancé together, and the pressures of marrying into royalty, especially as part of a same-sex couple.
Read the July cover story at the link in bio.
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hshcrownprincecharles There are many words that can be used to describe love, but you will always be my truest definition đ€
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hshcrownprincecharles p.s. thank you hshdukearthur for catching the moments just before i proposed on camera đ
maxverstappen1 Charlie, I can tell you I love you in four languages, and it will never encompass everything I feel for you. Je t'aime, ik houd van je, ich liebe dich, I love you. Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world â€ïž
user crying screaming throwing up #relationshipgoals
hshprincesspascale Je suis trĂšs contente pour toi, mon cĆur. maxverstappen1, bienvenue Ă la famille! [ i'm so happy for you, my heart. max, welcome to the family! ]
user so if i learn how to drive cars very fast does that mean that i get to marry a prince as well??? if so sign me up đ
âȘ landonorris you also need to be one lucky bastard, otherwise i'd also be on the cover of gq right now
âȘ gq maybe next year?
âȘ alex_albon he wishes đ
âȘ hshcrownprincecharles first figure out how to flirt, lando norizz đ
âȘ landonorris if max can do it so can i
âȘ maxverstappen1 please đ iâve been watching you make a fool of yourself in front of carlos for five years now
âȘ landonorris i hate all of you đ
âȘ hshcrownprincecharles one less place to pay for at the wedding đ€·ââïž
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- Arthur Morgan hcs ( high honour vs low honour ) 18+
HH!Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader / LH!Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader
Request- LOVE your writing, can we get a high honor vs low honor Arthur in bed? HAVE A LOVELY DAY :D
A/N- ty to the anon for requesting this, Iâm in one of those ruts where Iâm struggling to write one shots more than like a few sentences here and there or hating everything and restarting a million times lol. So a HC request was a nice way to get me writing without thinking too hard đđ. I will say I have never and could never play low honour. So if itâs inaccurate well⊠itâs fanfiction. This is basically soft vs rough Arthur lmao
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âąLow honourâą
- Heâs a slightly selfish lover. If he comes first then he doesnât particularly care if you havenât
- Likes to use his size to his advantage. Hes taller. Heavier. Wider. Likes when he can pin you down and put his weight on you, trapping you in place. Size kink goes crazy
- Which also leads into his love of choking. And hair pulling. He just likes to manhandle you , he likes that heâs so much bigger and can just like⊠toss you around a bit. He likes knowing he can wrap his hand around your throat and have your literal life in his hands, and you just willingly let him.
- Of course heâs far tougher and rougher. HH!Arthur will spend ages working you up and relaxing you and making you come in the most blissfully world shattering way. LH!Arthur just wants to see how many times he can make you finish before you pass out
- OR. If heâs feeling particularly dickish. Heâll just edge you. For hours. Days. Simply because he thinks itâs funny. And heâs a jerk.
- Prone bone is one of his favs. He can trap you in place, press your face into his pillow and go to town.
- lip biter. Absolutely will tug your bottom lip between his teeth mid make out
- Possessive. Likes leaving hickeys all over you. Especially where others can see them. And he doesnât like you hiding them either. He wants people to know youâre his
- Heâll praise you but itâs usually pretty degrading too. Like think â whoâs my good lil whore, hm? â
- Loveeeessssssss You giving him head. Loves it. And will actively ask for it unlike HH!Arthur
- The sloppier the better, roughly fucking himself into your mouth until you gag and choke and urging you to keep going? Yeah he loves that shit. â thatâs it. Good girl choke on it â â you can do better than that princess â
- DARE I SAY IT. DARE I SAY LH!ARTHUR HAS A GUN KINK. CAUSE- cue my silent war flashbacks to that one Tess gun kink fic I wrote.
- Ass man. Will smack it and grab it every chance he gets. Whether itâs in the bedroom or not.
- Finishes on your face, tits,ass. Likes the look of it it fills some possessive desire inside him. Like heâs marking you.
- And he ainât tryna get you pregnant
- he may be an absolute dick but he does give you some aftercare. Heâs not the cuddly type. But heâll help you clean up and kiss you, tell you you did a good job. Heâll always make sure youâre doing okay because he loves you
âąHigh honourâą
- Treats you like youâre delicate. Even if he knows youâre not. Heâs tender. Gentle. He worships you. There is not a single inch of skin unkissed, caressed. Loved.
- He always wants you to come first. And multiple times too. But in a different way to LH!Arthur. He doesnât want to overstimulate you he just wants to give. Hes such a giver. And he would happily spend an entire day with his head between your thighs if he could.
- Like. This man is a munch. He is. Argue with the wall. He is
- And heâs damn good at it. And thorough. Buries his damn face in you. And youâve seen the size of his hands, those thick fingers of his make an appearance too. He knows your body well and can hit the perfect spot with practiced ease â thatâs it darlin, right there yeah?â
- Heâs sloppy with it and he doesnât care. If his beard isnât glistening with you when heâs done then he didnât do it right
- He likes missionary. So he can see your face and kiss you as much as he wants, he just loves to watch you. He likes to see the way he makes you feel, likes to watch the way your face twists and relaxes with the pleasure he gives you.
- Praise!!! So much praise!!!
- âDoin so fell fâme darlin takin me so well â â look so pretty like this â â eyes on me darlin, wanna see that pretty face when you come â
- Loves you playing/pulling his hair. Whether itâs when heâs got his head between your thighs or when heâs buried deep inside you and youâre desperately clawing at him. He loves it
- Heâs a boobs typa guy. Loves to grab them and and suck on them, especially if you have your fingers running through his hair at the same time.
- He likes to finish inside despite the risk. But if not heâll wait until the very last second and pull out, just spilling onto your stomach. He doesnât wanna⊠defile you. Youâre a precious creature worthy of being worshipped and desired, not treated like some cheap saloon girl.
- But deep down he wouldnât even mind if you did get pregnant. He wants nothing more than to have a family with you one day.
- the sweetest aftercare. Cleans you up and helps you get dressed again. The act of dressing someone rather than undressing them is so intimate and he loves it.
- heâll cuddle you and pet your hair, tell you how much he loves and adores you. How beautiful you are, how good you made him feel. He literally is a never ending fountain of praise.
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Hi Snail, I need you to know I haven't been able to stop thinking about Invitation since I first read it đ it's just so absolutely perfect. Vampire Law has absolutely infested my brain, he's haunting me at this point! Every time I try to sit down and write he's the only thing I can think about!! I might have to write something for him just to free myself at this point (but do I want to be freed? I could just think about Vampire Law for the rest of my waking days!)
Oh, but you've invited him in now. Whatever shall we do...
Vampire Law - Punishment
Word Count: 300+
Themes: vampire!Law x gn!reader, mdni, 18+, smut, NSFW, penetrative sex, mean dom law, dacryphilia, blood consumption, a little bit yandere. Part 1 Here.
Notes: I couldn't get him out of my head either. If you ever want to write more for vampire Law, I gotta read it. For now, here's this little punishment. Thank you for your ask!!
The vampire, Trafalgar D Water Law, is absolutely utilizing that verbal confirmation to the epitome of his advantage. He's never going to be satisfied by simply releasing once into your body. Not after all that teasing and taunting.
Absolutely not.
As his cock begins to flood your body with icy ropes of otherworldly release, he'll take a moment to huff out a drunken laugh while he watches you cry at the overstimulation. His treatment was punishing, and his sex-drunk eyes peered down like a predator about to consume his meek prey.
His lengthy, dark eyelashes shrouded his blown irises, his pupils narrowing as they zone in on a fresh bite on your neck. He could sense your life pouring from your body, draining you dry while unloading you full.
âYou gonna tap out, brat?â He asked, gently lulling his tongue out to swipe up over your chin, âAttempt to rescind your invitation?â
Eyes foggy and mind clouded, you babbled out a cock-drunk, âCan I do that?â
Law chuckled darkly, moving his lips up to eclipse yours in a cool kiss from his reanimated lips. Tugging at your bottom lip, he bit down on it and dragged it up before releasing it with a âpop.â
âNo.â His taunt caused you to let out a soft whine, feeling his cock once again spring to life deep within your entrance. Stretching your walls over his girth, he began the slow roll and drag of his hips.
Aligning his thighs with yours, he threw your legs over his shoulders and let out a shuddered groan. Feeling how deep he was in your abdomen, seeing the soft bulge from his cockhead in your stomach had his need once again spring forth and cause him to abuse your tight flesh.
Perhaps you should've thought twice about edging a creature of the night, a soul damned to wander the abyss without a tether to a host.
Lawâs right hand reached forward to stimulate you while the other gripped your thigh. His punishment never ceased, only stopping when he truly felt you had experienced enough of his wrath for a single evening.
He hopes you enjoy sailing, because now there was no way he would ever let you go.
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Quite This High
Summary: In which Luke inspires a song out of you about his gorgeous blue eyes.
Luke Hughes x Singer!reader - Social Media AU(fc is Olivia Rodrigo)
A/N: this is part two to angel boy if anyone wanted it lmao you don't have to read the first part to understand this one as it's a social media au :D
Also I have no idea what Luke's eye color is but ig in this he has blue eyes and since it's national boyfriends day(and I'm hopelessly single) I decided to post a little something
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You sat on your couch with your notebook in your lap, on FaceTime with Luke.
"And then Jack slipped and I just could not keep it together." Luke chuckled at the memory.
You admired him through the phone. "You have nice eyes."
Luke looked at you softly, a pink hue slowly appearing on his face.
"What are you gonna write a song about them?" Luke joked but you could really tell he appreciated the compliment.
"Maybe." You smiled. "No yeah I am."
Luke's eyes widened at your confession.
"Have you already recorded it?" Luke asked.
"No, I record it next week." You answered.
Luke made a realization. "Wait... I come home next week. Are you... I don't know waiting for me to get back?"
You chuckled at his awkwardness. "I might be. And I still have to fix some of it. I only have the demo."
"Your job is like so cool. I suck at singing." Luke comments.
You chuckled. "Well you're amazing at talking so maybe one day you could be featured in one of my songs."
Luke looked at you in suprise. "Me in one of your songs? That would freak everyone out!"
You shrugged. "I know but I want you on one of the tracks."
Luke looked at you in admiration. "You're dangerous, you know that?"
"I've been told." You laughed.
In all honesty you could stare at Luke forever, more importantly you would probably drown in his eyes then an idea sparked.
"You just had an idea... what is it?" Luke asked.
"I know what to write, gotta go love you!" You rushed to your voice app.
"Love you too." Luke laughed.
You grabbed your guitar and began writing down lyrics on paper then you started the recording, getting to work.
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Several hours later...
You ran your fingers through Luke's hair as he patiently waited for your new song to come out. Since you two have started dating he's practically became your biggest fan(Conan did not take that lightly).
He refreshed his phone multiple times and checking the time every five seconds. You could see his eyes beam with joy as he realized it was midnight.
You awaited his reaction as he put his phone to his ear, looking up at you softly. You two stayed like a couple of minutes before the song came to a close.
"What do you think?" You asked, breaking the long silence.
"I- it's amazing." Luke gushed.
"You really think so?" You said softly.
"Of course I do. Your voice is beautiful... I could listen to it for hours if I'm being honest." He admits.
You kissed his forehead. "That's nice to hear."
"How long have you been thinking like this?" He asks.
"About writing a song about you?" He nods his head. "Honestly since the day we met. I always knew I would write a lyric in about your eyes I just never knew I would write a whole song about them."
"Well your songwriting is nice, can you write more songs about me?" Luke looks up at you.
"Oh yeah I definitely will... maybe about your arms next." You teased.
Luke chuckles. "I think you should do my ears- oh or my curls since you love to run through them so much."
You kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you."
Luke kissed you properly on the lips. "I love you too."
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anniversary
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year one-
tchalamet just posted a story!
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randocalrissian happy era !!!
yourfriend !!!!
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year two-
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tchalamet two years with the love of my life. I know I'll love you forever.
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chalshal this soft launch is killing me oh my goddd
dunesarrakis it's @y/n they like each other's posts and she's been seen out with him and even Pauline so much !!
paulstimmy I'm fine... im sooo fine and so chill about thisđđđ....đđđđđ«đ«đ«
y/n upgraded to an insta post this year lets gooo
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tchalamet only many more to come
cinderellayn what's next year? marriage đ€đ€đ€đ€
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y/n two years of doing silly little things with you, my beautiful boy.
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badideayn BEAUTIFUL BOY đđđđ«¶đ«¶
arrakischalamet OMFGGGG
kylestimmy BRO I KNEW ITTTT
tchalamet I love you
year three-
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tchalamet loving you is the biggest fucking privilege in the world. I feel sorry for every person that doesn't get to know you and be loved by you. it's the best feeling. I love you, y/n. happy anniversary, baby.
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chalsharry sooooo happy for you guys đđ (I am going to kms over this)
timotheesknees they are too cute oh my word
y/n sobbing. thank you my love
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tchalamet no, thank YOU
kylescigarette the caption... I need a bf sooooo bad
tsgf damn she ugly
bonestimmy damn you're a weirdo
ynscurtains hottest couple ever me thinks
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y/n three years đł I love you more than words can express. thank you for loving me, walking with me in the freezing cold cause I need a snack, and for putting up with me and my random fun facts. I love you forever, timmy.
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especiallytimothee THE WAY THE SECOND PICS IN BOTH OF THEIR POSTS MATCH OMGGG
duneschalamet THE SECOND PIC đđđđ lucky girl fr...
timmyslay the last pic LOLL he's so cute
ynsgirlfriend oh to hear her random fun facts
timmyynstan obsessed w their posts about each other
tchalamet I could never get tired of you or your fun facts, your knowledge astounds me every time.
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year four-
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tchalamet four years with my muse. I love you mon amour. i love how much you support me in everything I do, and give me guidance when I need it (your candor is much appreciated) I knew when we first met and you made me laugh harder than anyone else ever has that you were gonna change my life, and that you were the girl of my dreams. happy anniversary my lovely girl.
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wonkatimmy WHEN WILL SOMEBODY LOVE MEđ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
timmysgf manifesting they break up soon đđŒ
arrakisyn HE AINT GONNA DATE YOU đŁđŁ
dunepaul y/n is too beautiful I swearrr
y/n đ„șđ„șđ„ș I love you hottie
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y/n happy anniversary my darling boy, you make me feel like the most loved girl in the world. I am so lucky and so grateful and so incredibly elated to be with you.
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tchalamet you ARE the most loved girl in the world
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wallowsyn I wonder how many pics she has of him that we'll never see...
tsgf she's definitely not the most loved... idk a single person irl that knows her or even likes her LOL
laurieslaurence yall are too cuteeee I swear
tchalamet I love you.
year five-
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tchalamet happy five years, my love. i don't know how i survived before i met you. every day with you is a dream. I love that I'm still learning new things about you.
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timmysbath I look forward to their anniversay posts every year
tsgf well they're gonna break up soon according to the celeb gossip accounts so say goodbye to that
laurieslaurence girl where did you hear that LMAOO just so delusional I swear
paulstimmy "celeb gossip sites" just say its from your own head and go
y/n đ„șđ„ș being with you is the best thing to ever happen to me
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y/n I'll forever be your own personal photographer. whether a cannibal, chocolatier, or the heir of house atreides, i'm with you for as long as you'll have me. happy anniversary my lovely, talented, beautiful, sweet boy.
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y/n hell yeah best movie ever!! I watch it when I miss him đđ
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tchalamet how does forever sound?
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tchalamet happy six years, my fiancé.
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y/n ummmm where's my paragraph this year? đ
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tchalamet being written down for my vows, where's mine? đ€
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y/n this time next year we'll be husband and wife. I don't know what I did in a past life to deserve this, but I'm sooo fucking grateful. I love you my fiancé!!!!
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tchalamet okay you said you wouldnt post that last one !!!
y/n I never said that! you're just so cuteeeeee, bub !!!!!
rachelzegler when are we going dress shoppinggggg
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Hiii congrats on your new job, we love a employed queen đ. I hope Iâm not bothering you with requests my marauders brainrot is taking over. Could I please perhaps request headcannons and whatnot about the boys as dads, individually and/or the different polys you write for? If thatâs alright, your latest fic brought this on I suppose đ. Bye bye now lovely, enjoy your dayyy
marauders brain rot is taking over for me too babes, no worries.
James:
cries constantly. baby is upset? he's crying. baby is adorable? he's crying. baby learns something new? James is crying.
tummy time is daddy time because James is on his stomach in front of the baby too - his partner will make jokes saying that James and their five month old are working on their gross motor skills together
loves playing pretend; get's in arguments with the child if he doesn't think they're imagining 'properly' (his partner has to scold James for ruining the fun)
the dad-friend; kids will run up to the door to ask if your kid and James can come outside to play - plays manhunt, nickie nine-doors houses with the kids, is the best dad to go trick-or-treating with, his kids friends come over to hangout with his kids and him
cries at every single milestone: first steps, first word, birthdays, plays/awards or recitals or sports games etc, graduations, first dates, school dances etc
begs his partner the second his kids move out for more (regardless of how old they are at that point) "we can adopt! yeah? what about foster - why don't foster kids? please?!"
then he becomes a grandpa and the whole damn thing starts all over again
Sirius:
I see Sirius as a bit of a worrier - constantly in his head about what he's doing, if he's doing it right, if he's being a good enough dad, etc etc
stuck like glue to the kid the second they're born - takes night time feedings and every diaper change because he doesn't want to be absent like his dad (and maybe mother? probably had nannies in muggle AU or relied on Kreacher for child rearing) -> Sirius wants to be there for it all; he wants his child to know that their dad was there
does stuff with the kid that's a little too old for them lol - five month old wearing a leather jacket, buys a motorcycle helmet for a 1.5 year old (partner had none of it!), buys them their first bike at 3, etc
BUT then....as the child get's older - refuses to believe that they're that old. "a cellphone?! what do you need a cellphone for!? you're seven!" "dad, I'm 13." "since when!?!?!?"
definitely wants his kids to learn how to play an instrument (he doesn't even care which instrument; he just wants to share his love of music with them!) but doesn't want it to be a chore/burden like learning the piano was for him and Reggie (and many children world wide lol), so gently encourages through out their whole life and buys them any instrument they're interested in and let's them change their minds 700 times (even though it breaks his heart a little bit each time)
pretends not to cry when he sends them off to school (in kindergarten or college in muggle AU or Hogwarts)
cheers the loudest and most obnoxiously at all sports games/recitals/awards etc even if he has no fucking clue what's going on (OMG, I just thought - I used to work at a dance studio and he was be the best fucking dance dad!!!!!)
known as the cool/hot dad amongst his kids' friends
Remus:
so incredibly freaked that something this small and perfect could possibly exist - moves in slow motion for the first month of the babies life because he's afraid of dropping it or shaking it unintentionally
talks to the infant like it's a regular person/adult; running joke in the family (i.e., friend group) that the baby won't have a first word - they'll just one day start stringing full sentences
swears constantly in front of the kid - one of their first words is fuck which Sirius and James find hilarious and never let Remus forget it (and they actively encourage the kid to continue it too because they love to see Remus sweat every time it happens)
insists the kids know how to play outside and get dirty - (jokingly) admonishes them if they come inside after playing and don't have dirt under their finger nails.
loves to build forts (inside and outside) and I could see him liking to hike with the kids (nothing huge, but down to streams and such), teaches them to catch (and release) frogs, bugs, etc, they take pictures of bugs they find on their walks so they can look them up when they get home
reading, arts and crafts, paintings, etc
keeps every single painting and drawing they've ever made - keeps them in a filing cabinet organized by child, age, and type
if James is the fun dad, Remus is the chill dad; all the kids in the family go to him for advice, if they are in trouble (e.g., need a ride from a party that their parents don't know about), to complain about their own parents
never not telling the kids how much he loves them and how proud he is of them
Regulus:
runs immediately to James and Sirius for advice - does not want to be an apathetic parent
deep anxiety/lots of overthinking
very gentle and delicate with his babies - afraid of hurting them and finds them to be just the most precious little things...like they're sacred and need to be handled with the utmost care
keke & I headcanoned that his partner would often find him in the middle of the night playing the piano quietly with the baby laying on top of the piano to feel the calming vibrations if he got up with them
reads baby books and parenting books front to back like they're novels - takes notes, highlights, stickie notes etc
LOVES STRUCTURE - routine is so important to Regulus as a dad; his friends end up needing to learn his child's schedule in order to ever see Regulus
his kids may find him to be a bit more strict, but he's also a bit of a pushover; will buy his kids whatever they want - his partner ends up having to yell at him and tell him that he's going to raise spoiled brats....he buys them a diamond tennis bracelet to make up for it
works really, really hard to be different than his parents; Sirius tells him constantly that he's doing a very good job of it (and they both pretend that Reg doesn't cry about it)
Barty:
had a bit of a chat about this in this post, but basically...
the most hands on and involved dad to ever walk the earth - will not go to any place that isn't child friendly or catered to children
the most proud of everything that his kid does: sits up on their own? can hold their head up? holding a fork? knocks over a block tower? can point to their nose? He's fucking celebrating, like, throwing a party over it
I could see him being like an instagram dad - constantly taking pictures and bragging about how awesome/smart/cute/perfect his kid is (but his partner had to tell Barty to stop telling other parents that this meant their kids were inferior to his......even if they were)
get's faaaarrrrrr tooo involved with playtime, one of my mutuals made some really sweet comments on the post linked above that I might turn into a quick blurb
cannot for the life of him be bad cop - he thinks everything his kids do is awesome/spectacular (even the bad stuff) -> tries to play it cool in front of his partner/co-parent but will absolutely fold the second they leave or the kid's lower lip wobbles or the give him those doe eyes
most hated parent on the PTA [parent teachers association] but volunteers for everything - every school field trip, every bake sale etc
fucking ridiculous when his kids start dating - no one is good enough for them, pouty when the kids want to spend an evening or whatnot with their new fling instead of him
takes it as a personal offence (or at least acts like it) when the kids move out/go to college
what do you all think? any other head canons I should add to this list?
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wish you back - h.js
w.c - 2.0k | genre - highschool!au/slice of life | pairings - jisung x gn reader | authors note - omfg i'm back from hiatus đ anyw req by my bby @starseungs i hope u enjoy <3 req can be found here!
life brings about many surprises, one of which comes in the form of han jisung.
life as a highschooler wasn't easy, navigating through workloads, teenage crushes, and the struggles of a growing and developing brain.
most of all, the concept of soulmates.
soulmates were a thing you would expect from a movie, a fictional world. yet, it was very much true, girls gossiping over potential soulmates in the hallways, boys proposing to their girlfriends in soccer games, happy couples strolling down the streets of the city. your life was lived in monochrome, the classic black and white. it was only when you met your supposed soulmate at the age of 18 that everything would explode, a vibrant splatter of colours that finally allowed you to see the world as it was, not just through a filter. people described it as the feeling of warmth on your skin, the thrill of it all, the reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, purples, pink, all the hues, like home.
but that blood red string scared you.
what was so good about soulmates? the idea of having the rest of your life laid out before you, pre-destined and fated, scared you. what if your soulmate lived halfway across the world? what if you would never meet your soulmate, destined to die a lonely death while everyone else danced under the stars with their loved one? what if you didn't like the life planned out for you? what if you had to live the rest of your life seeing only black and white, and never see the yellow of the sun or the fresh green of the grass and the vibrant red of the flowers? what if your soulmate didn't want you?
it was especially the latter of the questions that haunted you the most.
you feared, with a frightening worriedness, that your chosen one would reject you. you had heard stories of people being rejected by their chosen soulmate, only to either live out their lives in misery or take their own life. no one was ever the same after meeting their soulmate.Â
to be honest, you would rather live forever in a world with only black and white than to go through that heartbreak. you would never allow yourself to fall in love, you vowed. soulmate or not, heartbreak was something you never wanted to experience.
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"oi!"Â
"what do you want for your birthday? y'know what, nevermind, it should be a surprise." jisung grinned, ruffling your hair as you scowled at him.
"don't remind me, you know how much i dread the damned day." you groaned, shoulders sagging in defeat.Â
your 18th birthday.Â
the day you would finally meet your soulmate.Â
life had been so peaceful until now, you thought. until someone would come into the picture and fuck everything up.
just 7 days to go until the day. 7 days wouldn't be that bad, right?
wrong.
day 7. day 6. day 5. day 4. day 3. day 2.Â
each day, you could feel the trepidation settling into your bones, a chill running through your spine every time you looked at the clock on the wall, until that very day.
the day was normal, well-wishes from your parents and your gift given to you, the new bag you had been yearning for, significantly improving your mood, a smile on your face as you walked to the bus, corners of your lips lifting up and eyes crinkling. your eyes zeroed in on every person as you boarded the bus, squinting in anticipation of the bright colours that were supposed to burst in your vision. luckily, the world remained black and white, not a single spot of colour. you looked down at your phone. damn. the only classes you had with jisung were in the afternoon.
throughout the day, everyone showered you with birthday wishes, gifting you beautifully wrapped presents, yet you couldn't find it in your heart to be genuinely happy, a fake smile plastered on your face as you thanked them for the wishes. it wasn't that you didn't appreciate the gifts, truly. you just dreaded the change that would come in a few hours or so. in a few hours, you would be meeting the person that you would spend the rest of your life with.Â
"class dismissed!" you startled awake with a jolt, unconsciously having daydreamed throughout the class, lost in thought. as you scrambled to move onto the next class, hastily picking up your textbook, a hand stopped you. you flinched in surprise, heightened alertness instantly kicking in. a girl held out your pen to you, the world still remaining in black and white.
thank goodness.
up next was biology, your hated arch nemesis. groaning half-heartedly to yourself as you dragged yourself to your locker to dump your heavy textbooks in, a voice broke you out of your reverie.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY-" a voice screamed, causing you to yelp in surprise, head whipping around in surprise as you finally saw the offender of your eardrums.
oh.
time seemed to stop.
red, the colour of his old beanie.
brown, the colour of his soft silky hair that you loved to thread your fingers through.
black, the colour of his old sweatpants and backpack.
yellow, the colour of his pins on his backpack.
blue, the colour of his fluffy hoodie.
purple, the colour of his keychain.
white, the colour of the blinding brightness that seemed to overtake you for a millisecond.
han jisung was your fucking soulmate.
in his hands was a badly wrapped present, wrapped in a bright yellow paper, his lips parted in shock and surprise as he started dumbfoundedly at you.
"oh."
he could only sputter, his boba eyes round and wide as the present dropped to the floor in shock.
han jisung was your soulmate.Â
fuck.
"uh- so-" jisung's hand came up to scratch the back of his head, eyes wide in disbelief.Â
"so uh- we're..."
"soulmates." you could only say in response.
should you be happy? you were supposed to jump in joy, after all. anyone would expect someone to be happy after bagging the person who was simultaneously your best friend and your secret crush.Â
but why did it feel like you and jisung were headed on a one way train to doom?
"i- i gotta go." you stammered, turning around and dashing out the hall, breathing laboured as you heard him call after you in desperation.
no, no, no-
life was going so well. he would never want you, ever. he would never see you in that way. your friendship would be ruined. you would lose your best friend.Â
life seemed to bustle around you as you ran. greens, pinks, purples, hues of every shade faded into your vision as you ran, tears finally cascading down your face, dripping onto the lush grass beneath your feet. you couldn't bring yourself to look at anything, eyes tightly shut, a stark reminder of what would change.
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[57 missed calls]
jisungieÂ
hello?? y/n? i know you probably don't want to see me now... but i'll be here waiting for you, ok? it's probably hard to accept that we're soulmates... but take your time:) seen at 12.03 a.m
jisungie
you didn't come to class today... r u ok?? take care of yourself seen at 15.39 p.m
jisungie
its been five days already i miss you seen at 23.12 p.m
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you threw your phone across the room, head buried in your shoulders as you muffled a sob.Â
fuck him and his perfect personality.
if only he were that easy to forget, to let go.Â
but he was han jisung. perfect in every way. as if you could ever dream of forgetting him and his warm touch, his wide grin, his fluffy brown hair hanging over in his eyes with a boyish innocence.
"ding!"
you groaned in annoyance, flinging the sheets back, stumbling out of bed, and quickly wiping away your tears.Â
probably one of mom's online deliveries again.Â
walking down the stairs, you swung open the door.Â
"hi, you can leave the delivery there-"
except it wasn't even a delivery man.
it was han jisung.
"jisung-?"Â
you could only stammer in response, eyes widening as you took a step back.
after all, what was one supposed to say to your soulmate that you'd been avoiding for days?
a flash of white and pink caught your eyes. your gaze drifted down to his hands, only to be met with a bouquet of pink, white, and red tulips, a beautiful arrangement wrapped in pink tulle and tied together with a elegant white ribbon.
"uhh... surprise?" jisung smiled anxiously before scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as his face turned crimson red.
too stunned to speak, you could only stand there gaping at him. after what felt like an eternity, you finally spoke.
"what are you doing here?"
"wait... lemme just- uh- compose myself. big speech, y'know?" he grinned in nervousness, fidgeting slightly, clearly a bundle of nerves.
"so..." he exhaled. "i know i'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but... i don't blame you. but however you feel about us being... soulmates, it doesn't change the fact that i don't mind being your soulmate. i was... pretty happy at first, but then you ran away, so i-"
"wait, happy? i thought you would be mad, or angry, or anything-" you cut him off, brows furrowing in confusion.
jisung gulped. "i had feelings for you."Â
"what-?" your heart rate skyrocketed, a ringing in your ears, the thumping of your heart against your ribcage, all making you painfully hopeful, pleading with the gods to not break your heart and dash your hopes again.
"i- i had feelings for you. so... no matter how you want this whole soulmate thing to turn out, even if you don't feel the same, i'll be happy either way knowing you're my soulmate. if you don't want it to, this won't change anything between us, we can go back to living our normal lives-"
jisung was cut off by the feeling of soft, plush lips on his, crashing into him with a ferocity as your arms were thrown around his neck, teeth clashing with his, warm hands threading into his hair.
you didn't think you would ever get used to kissing jisung, you thought. every single touch, smile, even a tiny glance set your nerves ablaze. the feeling of his pillowy lips on yours was thrilling, his hands threaded into your hair and pulling you closer by your lower back, pressing you flush against him until there was so space between the two of you, bridging the gaps that felt like oceans forcing the two of you apart.
finally, the two of you parted with a gasping 'pop', ears red and cheeks flushed, staring at each other in childlike wonder.Â
"thank you for the tulips," you smile, taking them from his hands and planting one last kiss on his cheek, "they're lovely."
jisung's ears turned bright red, stammering out a 'you're welcome' in response as you laughed at his antics. "oh, that reminds me," he smiled giddily, hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a beautiful baby pink coloured box, gently opening it. you gasped, inside was a beautiful necklace with a heart charm in the middle, simple and elegant. "i was gonna give this to you on your birthday, but... well, you ran off, so here." he smiles nervously awaiting your reaction, and is pleasantly surprised when you squeal and plant a big fat kiss on his lips. he helps you put it on, your lips finding his again as you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer. "it's beautiful, thank you." you smile, resting your head in the crook of his neck.
"so you'll accept me as your soulmate?" he asked, eyes wide as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, anxiously waiting for your answer.
you nod, smiling. "i accepted you as my soulmate the moment i found out, i just... thought you wouldn't feel the same way back... so i just avoided you. in hindsight, that sounds pretty stupid," you sigh.
"aish, we could've kissed a long time ago if i had just told you i felt the same!" jisung groaned, pulling you closer as you laughed and smacked his arm in playful indignation. "at least we worked it out." smiling softly, you allowed yourself a moment of peace, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.
"out of all the people in the world, i'm stuck with you, han jisung. but you're the best person to be stuck with."
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i need skz angst like rn??đ
hyunjin x female reader, and they maybe decide to go out to like a club or something, and some guy hits on the reader and hyunjin is like âyou were flirting back!â and the reader is just very confused bc they tried to let the guy know as kindly as possible that they are taken, but hyunjin is still really mad and it results in them fighting
and then maybe hyunjin decides to go home but not like a shared apartment thing like he goes somewhere reader doesnât know about
and then a day passes and heâs like âoh no i fucked upâ and comes to readers apartment to apologize
happy ending? tysmmmđ
I was like sure, let's writing something short and quick but somehow it turned into 6 pages lol. hope u enjoy it :)
The pros of being an insanely hot couple? A lot of sex and affection, a lot of people wanting to be like you and a lot of praise and admiration.
The cons of being an insanely hot couple? A lot of people trying to take your place, a lot of jealous envy and a lot of insecurity.
âBaby, you look incredibleâ, Hyunjin whispered into your ear as he hugged you from behind. You were standing in front of the mirror, admiring your look for the night. âI wanted to look good for youâ, you shyly admitted as you leaned into him. âThere is absolutely nothing you have to do to accomplish this, y/n. Nothing, you hear me?â
Ever since you met Hyunjin a couple of weeks ago your whole world turned around. You were used to dating a lot and having fun, but this was different. He was different. Both of you fell for the other rather quickly, a romance that revealed a hidden side within you.
âI want to kiss you so badlyâ, you whined.
âWhy donât you?â
Instantaneously, you pointed to your lips covered in deep ruby red.
âAhâ, he nodded understandingly. âIs it okay then if I do this?â, Hyunjin asked before kissing every inch of your collarbone, slightly sucking to mark his territory.
Hyunjin was a confident guy, knowing damn well that he was good looking and talented and still he felt conflicted at times. What if this was not enough? What if he was not enough for you? Since you were in your early dating stages, he never had vocalized his concerns, but his body did. His need to be near you, touch you and possess you was evident from the start.
âJinnie, stopâ, you giggled as you pushed him away.
Irritation grew on his face, not understanding why you were distancing yourself.
âIâm gonna be covered in marks that everyone is going to seeâ, you teased.
He felt his chest tighten. Did you not want others to see them? Did you want to be perceived as single? His own sparks of insecurity got ignited again, waiting to turn into a full-size fire.
The club was crowded with people of all kinds â dancers, jocks, hot models, a real feast for the eye. You were used to people turning their heads, especially when you were together with Hyunjin. It never bothered you that much since you knew how devoted he was to you.
âCan I tell you something?â You were laying on his chest, watching him breathe calmly. âSure.â âI found your old DVDs in the basement, and I started watching them while you were at work. Binging them, really. And I saw something that really stuck with meâ, he explained silently. âWhat was it?â âEver thine. Ever mine. Ever oursâ, he explained softly. You turned your head and gazed into his teary eyes. âWe havenât been together that long, I know. But this is exactly how I feel, y/n. I canât imagine my life without you anymore. Cannot. Do not want to. Impossible.â You started tearing up as well, finally feeling at home with another soul. You placed a soft kiss on his plush lips and whispered: âIâll be your Carry, baby.â
âCome dance with meâ, you shouted as you pulled him to the dance floor. It was hot and sticky, but you didnât mind, in fact you loved it like that. The music was energetic and vibrant, filling the whole room with energy and life force. You only had eyes for Hyunjin, watching his body move gracefully to the music. When he danced, he became one with the tunes, one with the movements. He smirked as he caught you staring, knowing damn well that you were weak for his dancing. As the song changed into a slower, sexier one you found yourself in front of him, grinding on his muscular body. All the other people were forgotten as you swayed your hips on him, feeling him getting hard behind you. His hands on your body and his hot breath on your neck was all you needed to know.
Hyunjin however was more prone to your surroundings. He enjoyed having you like that, but he hated sharing you with others. He was too aware of the other pair of eyes that was set on you. Like a reflex, he pulled you closer, grabbed a bit harder and provoked your surrender, demonstrating whom you belonged to.
âFuck, baby, if you keep this up, we have to goâ, you moaned into his ear.
âLetâs do thatâ, his whole face lit up. âLetâs get out of here, y/nnie.â
âBut we just came?â, you whined in annoyance.
Hyunjinâs eyes darkened as his gaze pierced through you. Just like that, goosebumps formed on your skin, electricity cursed through your body making you feel all hot. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.
âIâm going to the bathroom really quick to fix this situation right hereâ, he said as he nodded to his crotch, âand when I come back, we leave, you hear me?â
You swallowed and nodded, already anticipating the night ahead.
âGood girl.â
He placed a kiss on your forehead and turned around, quickly looking for the bathroom.
You walked over to the exit and leaned against the cold wall, waiting for your boyfriend, already picturing him doing unspeakable things to you. You were so engulfed in your naughty daydreams that you didnât even notice the guy from the dancefloor approaching you.
âHey!â
âOh, hiâ, you replied politely.
âI saw you dancing earlier, damn you got moves!â, he complimented you.
âThanksâ, you replied drily.
âSo uhm, would you like to have a drink with me?â
âNoâ, you shook your head.
âWhy not?â
âWell, if you saw me dancing earlier you must have seen my boyfriend behind me, right? Thatâs why.â
âShit, sorry. I kinda hoped that he was just another guy hitting on you.â
âFar from that.â
âHeâs that great, huh?â
âY/Nâ, Hyunjin called out angrily while glaring at the other guy.
You were taken aback by his tone, feeling anxious so you followed him without saying a word.
Fumingly, he marched to the car, while you were trying to keep up. Hyunjin placed both of his hands on the cold metal of the vehicle as he was trying to calm himself.
âJinnieâ, you called out softly.
âDonât fucking call me that, y/n.â
âWhat?â
He turned around and faced you, his pupils were dilated, and his nostrils flared â he was angry as fuck.
âDonât fucking call me that when you were flirting with some dickhead behind my back!â
âAre you serious right now?â
âOf course, I am. That bastard was eye-fucking you while we were dancing, and I left you alone for 5 minutes and you were already cozying up to him?â
âCozying up to him? Cozying up to him? Are you out of your fucking mind?â
âWhat? I know what I saw!â
âEnlighten me, then. What did you see?â
âI saw you all smiley and giggly, you were practically shooting heart eyes emojis at him! Is that why you hated me giving you hickeys on your collarbone? So, everybody could see you were available?!â
You felt the punch to your stomach, making it harder to breathe. Every single word of his was laced in the most painful accusation, one that you had been familiar with way too often.
âYeah, youâre right. I was flirting back and shooting heart eyes emojis at him. It was so much fun! And I was damn grateful that my body was free of your damn hickeys!â, you retorted angrily.
Hyunjin was about to explode, not being able to differentiate between your lies and his perceived reality.
Wordless, he turned around and got into the car. You looked at him one last time, hoping that he would come to his senses â but he didnât. The loud sound of his engine disturbed the quiet of the night and not seconds later he was gone.
What should have been a fun night out for a young couple turned into a vicious disaster. One was crying hiding in the dirty toilet of a club, while the other was crying racing down the highway. Promises of forever love turned into accusations of unfaithfulness, painting your rosy world of adoration into black loneliness.
You had no idea how you made it back home, nor did you care. The following day was torture â you were ruminating over everything, trying to understand what had happened yesterday. Deep sadness filled your whole being. Hyunjin did not call, nor text. He vanished out of your life, just like he vanished into the night air yesterday. Was that it? Was it over?
âDamn, you look like shit. Why are your eyes so puffy?â
Hyunjin pulled the covers over his head, trying to dissolve into thin air.
âHey, come on. Talk to meâ, his friend encouraged him.
âI may have made the biggest mistake of my life yesterday.â
âOh my god, did you cheat on y/n?â
âWhat? No. Of course not. I would never do thatâ, he explained.
âWhat did you do then?â
âI accused her of cheating on me.â
âShit, sorry.â
âDonât be. This was the last time I let my demons take overâ, he mumbled as he left his room.
By evening, you felt better â at least good enough to go for a walk and clear your head. Minutes after you left Hyunjin appeared at your door â holding a giant bouquet of flowers in his trembling hands. He rang your door hundreds of times, knocked on it until his knuckles were swollen and called out for you until his throat was sore. But nothing.
Defeated, he slid down to the ground and thought of what to do.
âY/N, I made a big mistake yesterday. I am so sorry. I should have never accused you of shit like that.â
He was wiping away his tears again, the thought of loosing you made his heart break every single time.
âYou see Iâm not perfect. Far from it. Yet somehow you seem to think that way. And I just⊠I just wait for the shoe to drop. For you to finally realize that Iâm nothing special.â
âJinnieâ, you called out his name while stopping in front of your apartment. His eyes widened in surprise, immediately followed by relief. âYou didnât open up because you hated me but because you werenât homeâŠâ
âDonât flatter yourself, hate is on the top of the list right nowâ, you glared angrily.
He lowered his head in defeat.
âAre those for me?â, you nodded to the bouquet of flowers.
âYes.â
You opened the door and passed by him. âPut them in a vase, then.â
Surprised, he got up on his feet and followed you inside.
âCan we talk?â
You sat across from him, giving him the cold shoulder.
âTalk.â
âY/N, I am sorry. Please believe me, I am so sorry. I was seeing things, I let my insecurities win and I accused you of shit you didnât do. Please, forgive me.â
âWhat did you think happened there?â
âI saw you guys talking and then I saw red. Like, you were smiling from ear to ear, practically shooting heart eyes emojis at him. I just, I just saw red.â
You sighed deeply, finally understanding where he was coming from.
âYouâre right. I was shooting heart eyes emojis at him.â
âWhat?â Hyunjinâs heart was about to explode.
âBut only because I was talking about you, Jinnie. He asked me out for a drink, and I explained to him that I already found the greatest guy on earth. I was gushing over you, like a freaking fan girl.â
âHeâs that great, huh?â âOh my god, yes. He is the greatest. No really, he is great at everything. Dancing, painting, loving? The best. He is also the kindest and loveliest guy I ever met. Always caring for the ones he loves. Never a dull moment with him. He makes me laugh so much. I swear I got abs because of him. And did you see how handsome he is? Fuck me, itâs like God created him himself and brought him to earth, so we could adore him. Fucking masterpiece, that man.â âOkay, okay, I got itâ, the guy gave up. âMust be one hell of a lover.â âOne hell of a lover. One hell of a soul. My soul, actually.â
âI feel like the biggest idiot right nowâ, he admitted ashamed.
âYeah, you should feel like that.â
âIâm sorry, y/nnie. Can you forgive me?â
Silence lingered between the two of you, only for a moment, until you got up and walked over to him. You put your arms around his lean torso and hugged him tightly, willing to put this past you.
Hyunjinâs body finally relaxed, as he hugged you back. His lips landed on the crown of your head, simply resting there, and holding you close.
âJinnie, wait. There is something else you need to know.â
He released you from his grip and looked at you anxiously.
âWhat is it?â
âWhen I was younger, I got bullied for hickeys. My first boyfriend always left them on my neck and the others harassed me for it, calling me slut and all sorts of names. So, itâs true, I donât like them being visible.â
Hyunjinâs heart broke once more â for one because you had to endure this harassment, but also because he bullied you himself.
âIâm sorry, y/nnie. I wonât do that ever again.â
âWait, no. I love your hickeys. I love your lips on me, I really do. But can we, maybe, agree to leave hickeys in places only we can see?â, you asked shily.
Hyunjin chuckled and pulled you in for a kiss, promising to do just that.
âI really meant what I said. I canât imagine my life without you. I really canât.â
You grabbed his hands and squeezed them, agreeing you felt the same way. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â âI feel like we should talk about your insecurities, but Iâm drained from last night.â
âLetâs relax for now, baby.â
âWhat do you want to do?â
Hyunjinâs lips turned upwards, forming the loveliest yet sneakiest smile.
âOkay, fine. I get the popcorn and you switch on the TV. Sex and the city marathon it isâ, you rolled your eyes at him teasingly.
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