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[jindallaebe]

"that isn't true. more than anything, you give me a soft place to land." jindallae reassures, hating that stevie thinks he's not doing enough in the context of their relationship. "i'm not really used to that, really. it's nice." the thing is, other than that, jindallae vies for control. whether it be in his place of work, within the friendships and relationships he has, or whatever else, he feels much more comfortable when he can oversee how everything functions; when he's the one behind the steering wheel. sure, a part of it is lacking trust in others, but for the most part, he believes that being in the lead, being dominant in that way, is a strength of his. it's an asset as opposed to an impediment.

ultimately, the fact that stevie seems to trust him to take the lead means a lot to him. he knows it isn't easy to do that, or rather, he knows that it wouldn't easy for someone like him to do that, and he appreciates stevie's willingness to be on the receiving end. "you are a healing person. even before we officially got together, i loved chillin' with you because i always felt relaxed. i'm not someone who relaxes easily like that, m'always on guard, but i calm down around you."

it's also not like him to open up like this so much and yet, here he is, heart on his sleeve and feeling perfectly comfortable being real. the way stevie laughs, and coos, and melts into his touch only tells him, albeit nonverbally, that he's perfectly content how they are, too. the quiet returned reassurance has a strong impact on him, and so does his boyfriend's reaction to the kimbap that jindallae worked on all day. the sheer pleasure in knowing that what he does, and what he makes, satisfies stevie is better than any high he's ever felt. being the one to give his lover sustenance is huge for him. it's an honor.

though, when his hand is redirected toward himself, he takes a healthy bite of the food himself; humming at the flavor. "yeah... this is the best bulgogi in the city," he laughs, rolling his eyes at himself. "i'll trust your review, too. maybe i'll start marketing it that way online." it's a bit risky to advertise his food like that, as it means he needs to make sure it's perfect every single time it's served to someone, but he's up for the challenge. being somewhat greedy, he pops the remaining bit of kimbap into his mouth and chews, really loving how the sweetness, spiciness, and savory elements mingle together to create such a complex, delicious sensation. "you know what, fuck it, i'll be a tool. i'm a damn good chef."

with that, he laughs, then returns his attention back to stevie; admiring him, keeping him close. "what do you wanna do with the rest of our day? i figure we can camp out here for awhile, ride back, but i wanna know what you wanna do, too. we have the entire evening to play around with after all this... if you want, i can show you my book of secret recipes and you can pick one that i can make us for dinner?" jindallae took the reins for their picnic, but being that stevie had to work earlier, if all he wants to do is go home and rest up before training tomorrow, jindallae gets it. they've both got busy schedules, so some r&r is never a bad idea.

"whatever we do, i know i wanna end the night with you on my lap, but you know. when don't i want that?"

stevie grins, the butterflies in his stomach feeling like they're doing somersaults at the kiss on his head. he swallows, straightening up-- the smile hasn't left his face, and his face has blossomed a cherry red. it certainly does feel special, and with the attention and affection that jindallae is giving him, stevie basks in the feeling tenfold. "thanks." stevie hums, leaning comfortably into the older. "you take care of me so well already. i don't really do much, though..."

or maybe he really does, even if he can't quite comprehend how it helps jindallae. his vibes? positivity? how laidback he is? his charming wit? "am i just a healing person?" he asks in jest, tacking on a laugh.

despite him initiating the affection this time, stevie still lets out a shy noise akin to a squawk when his boyfriend leans in to kiss him, laughing into it. "hey," he gives a half-hearted protest, giving a happy hum at the kiss on his forehead. this is awesome, stevie thinks, content and comfortable next to jindallae. he chuffs out a laugh, shaking his head at the older's comment.

stevie leans back a bit, going cross-eyed for a moment, staring at the kimbap that jindallae presents to him. his cheeks turn an even more red of a color, shooting the taller an exasperated expression. "hey now, we're in public," he says, but he acquises easily and takes a bite.

as jindallae explains, and stevie lets his tastebuds process-- he gives a happy nod, savoring the bite. his facial features shift into something pleased, his happy hum the only answer for a moment. "how can you be a tool if it's like, kinda true though...? this is--" stevie lifts his hand to his mouth and makes a kissing noise with the notion. "delicious! magnifique!"

once he swallows back the bite, stevie tosses jindallae a shocked look. "what?" he asks, brows pinched and furrowed as he pouts. "i don't even get boyfriend priveleges for the knowledge? c'mon..." jindallae will tell him eventually, right? or stevie guesses he can peer in one day when he's cooking, catch him in the act.

"it is really good though. i mean that." stevie reassures, reaching up with his hand to direct the kimbap closer so he can take another bite. it really is good, not that stevie was expecting anything less. he's always been more than satisfied with jindallae's cooking-- taken care of in that department splendidly so.

once he swallows his bite, stevie directs jindallae's arm towards his boyfriend's own mouth. "okay, your turn. you need to eat, too." the surfer points out. "if you're hogging the secret recipe, then you know how good it is!"

[kiss4tell]

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓, john price.

summary: john was proud to show off his younger wife at the military ball—until he caught too many wandering eyes on what belonged to him. cw: jealous/possessive sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, clothed sex, explicit language, established relationship. wc: 615 note: gonna start revamping my profile and making a better masterlist soon :3

John should’ve known better than to bring you here looking like that—his pretty little wife, younger, softer than the stiff-ass officers and their cold wives. You were stunning, wrapped up all sweet in that dress he picked out for you, hair done just the way he liked, lipstick making your pout look all the more kissable.

His girl. His fucking wife. And they had the nerve to look at you like you were something they could have.

It was supposed to be a nice night. Dinner, drinks, a few conversations with old colleagues. But all he could focus on were the hungry stares, the way those bastards eyed you from across the ballroom, the way one of them even had the fucking nerve to touch your arm when he walked by.

You weren’t doing anything wrong—just standing at his side, smiling, being your sweet, polite self. But it didn’t matter. He needed to remind you, remind them, who you belonged to.

That’s how you ended up here, in the damn parking lot, shoved into the backseat of his car, your cheek pressed against the cool leather as he fucked you hard enough to shake the whole vehicle.

“Wanted to fuckin’ show you off,” he growled, voice a low rasp, his uniform still perfectly in place, save for his belt hanging loose and his cock buried deep inside you. “And you—” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you steady as he drove into you again. Deeper. “You just had to be a fuckin’ doll, didn’t you? Smilin’ at ‘em, lookin’ so goddamn sweet—”

“J-John—” Your voice was a breathy gasp, your fingers dragging against the fogged-up window as he yanked you back onto his cock, his thick length sliding against the mess he’d already made of you.

“What?” he snapped, yanking your dress higher up your back, watching the way your ass jiggled with every deep, punishing thrust. Fuck, he loved that. “Somethin’ you need, sweetheart?”

You whimpered, arching back against him, hips rolling, meeting each stroke like you needed it just as much as he did.

“That’s right,” he murmured, one hand leaving your hip to press firm against your lower belly, right there, where he could feel the way he stretched you. “This cock’s yours. No one else. And this—” His palm slid lower, fingers dipping between your thighs, rubbing messy, desperate circles against your swollen clit. “This mine, yeah?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, rough and possessive, as he watched your legs tremble, your body squeezing down around him.

“Then come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick with something dangerous, something devoted. “Show me.”

You shattered around him with a cry, your entire body clenching, spasming as he fucked you through it, your thighs sticky with the mess of it.

“Christ,” he groaned, hips stuttering, his grip bruising as he buried himself deep, spilling into you with a low, wrecked moan.

The only sounds left were the ragged breaths filling the small space, the occasional creak of leather as he slumped over you, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along the nape of your neck.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Then, a slow, satisfied chuckle rumbled against your shoulder.

“Still think bringin’ me here was a good idea?” you mumbled, voice breathless, teasing.

John smirked, smoothing a warm palm over your ass before tugging your dress back down, adjusting his belt with one hand while the other traced slow, affectionate circles against your thigh.

“Maybe,” he mused, pressing a lingering kiss to your bare shoulder. “Long as you keep your pretty ass in my lap the rest of the night.”

[agustdtown1]

CLOSER TO YOU [TEASER]

PAIRING: nerdy!roommate!jungkook x OF!reader.

SUMMARY: After getting various comments about your poor filming skills for your OF page, you finally decided to give in and reach out to the one person that could help you with your problem. However, what started as your roommate just helping you to film your video turned into you begging him to fuck you.

How long would it take for Jungkook to finally give in? After all, all he ever wanted was to be closer to you.

WC (teaser): 615, final work is almost 10k

WARNINGS (teaser): swearing, sexual themes, allusion to masturbation, it’s not explicitly stated but reader is fully naked, reader being a little menace and jk being completely whipped for her. The rest of the warnings will be added to the final fic.

A/N: not me coming back here after almost a year of not writing anything. I don’t have any further explanation aside from the fact that my life changed a lot and I got way busier than I thought I would, I also kinda lost inspiration and motivation to write so… there’s that, hopefully with this new fic I’ll be back to writing more often and being active. n e way, enjoy your reading and lmk if u wanna be tagged for the final fic! <3

You can read part one here !!

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“Kook…” You breathed out, “I need you.”

It was so subtle, so fleeting the smugness that covered his face for a brief instant that you barely noticed. His eyes widened and his lips moved like that of a fish trying to survive out of the water, he didn’t know what to do, much less what to say. 

“Me?” He whispered, completely clueless of the effect he was having on you in that moment. You nodded, fingers stilling in between your legs. “Wh-What do you mean?”

You sat up, stopping the filming once again. “Exactly what I said, I need you… I-I need your help with something else. You can say no, but… I would be forever grateful to you if you said yes.”

Jungkook was putting to use his 128 IQ score to try and understand what you were hinting at, but none the wiser, he needed the words spelled out to him to get your idea. And so, as softly as possible, you explained what your need was actually about. You noticed the way his body reacted to you and the show you were putting on for your viewers but more specifically for him; it was painfully obvious how much he desired you, and in all honesty, you weren’t any better. 

Ever since you two started living together, you swore that you wouldn’t act on the small and silly crush you developed for him after meeting for the first time. It was just a silly attraction that wasn’t worth the hassle of getting involved with your roommate; his built body and big biceps drove you crazy, and you couldn’t turn a blind eye to the intricate tattoos adorning his arm, which was such a stark contrast to the type of man he made himself out to be; the lip ring shining from his mouth was so painfully enticing, and more often than not, you found yourself wondering what it would feel like against your lips while kissing the life out of him. And God bless the person that gets you started on how much you loved those black rimmed glasses that adorned his eyes almost 24/7, giving him a geeky look that would never fail to make you weak in the knees. But all of those features, as well as the lewd scenarios conquering your mind minutes before going to sleep, had made it difficult for you to stay in your lane all this time. Tonight, however, might be your one and only chance to turn your dirty dreams into reality, only and only if Jungkook agreed to your idea.

“I don’t want this to ruin our friendship.” He murmured, looking down at the floor and avoiding your hopeful eyes glaring at him. You reached out for him, your soft hands coming in contact with his covered thighs while you kneeled in front of him. “Y/n… don’t do this to me.” His whole body stiffened, fighting the urge to jump your bones and turn you into a crying mess just like he always imagined.

“You don’t want me like that, Kookie?” You so innocently asked, lashes fluttering against your cheekbones. “Is that the real problem, hm?” Your hands were sliding up and down his thighs, teasing him.

“God, no.” He answered breathlessly, “You have no fucking idea how bad I want you…”  

“Then why don’t you show me? What’s stopping you, hm?” Your cheek resting on his jean-covered thigh elicited a soft gasp from your roommate. “It's just a small favor.” 

“I… fuck, you’re driving me crazy right now.” He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the ends while letting out a frustrated groan. Jungkook took off his glasses while rubbing his eyes before looking at you again. “You have to promise… you really have to promise that it will be a one-time thing. No more favors after this, at least not of this caliber.” 

You nodded eagerly, looking at him with a spark in your eyes. “I promise, just this time.” 

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded, “I’ll help you with anything you need.”

[yourfatherlucifer]

Ateez As Your Butlers (1)

Ot8!Butlers!Ateez x Afab!reader

Summary: A series of drabbles pertaining your life with your eight butlers.

Warnings; smut mdni, mentions of pervert ateez

genre: smut/fluff

au: rich/butlers

WC: 615

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @newworldnet

Taglist open for the series.

Butlers!Ateez who cater to your every need, that means EVERY need. No matter what it is, they’ll do it. No hold backs.

Butler!Ateez who watches you and is on edge, waiting for your every command. Don’t get me wrong. They WANT you to order them around. Sometimes even fight over who attends you.

Butler!Wooyoung who will push aside his coworkers just to get to you first. Even if you can do it yourself, the boys insist on helping.

Need a bath? They’re helping. Privacy is not a thing in this house.

Butlers!Ateez who feel more like lovers who follow you around rather than butlers.

Need a massage? Butler!San is on his way to put those muscles to use. His fingers digging into your skin, flexing those strong muscles. Your moans excite him. It’s his favorite part of helping you. It goes straight to his head. Pervert.

Speaking of perverts.

Butlers!Ateez who keep their eyes and ears ready just in case you decide to hang out in your room. Butler!Mingi is the worst. He’s scrambling over to your door if he hears one sound coming from it. The others would have to drag him away in case it was something more.

Their punishments for not listening were the worst. They weren’t allowed to attend to you for the rest of the day or longer. That’s sheer torture to them.

Butlers!Ateez who don’t know why you need eight butlers but at this point, they don’t care. They’re just happy to help you with anything.

Butler!Wooyoung who whines when the chef won’t let him cook for you. The poor man just wants to spoil you with his dishes. You gobble them up every time and enjoy each meal he makes. So don’t deny it.

Now it’s time for your escapades with some of your butlers.

Butler!Hongjoong who revels in the faces you make when he bends you over the balcony. His glove covered fingers pushing inside your dripping cunt while his lips curl up in a smirk. His voice so sultry as he teases you, “Look at you, making such a mess that I’ll have to clean up. Maybe I should have you lick it up for once. Such a dirty one.”

Butler!Seonghwa who takes you in the bath. The water sloshing while his thrusts pick up in speed. His clothes were drenched and heavy, not bothering to take them off. Don’t slow him down because he won’t. Seonghwa needs your tight cunt wrapped around his cock, “Fuck, you take me so well. I’m gonna cum if you continue to squeeze me like this, Y/N.”

Butler!Yunho who takes pride in his size. The couch in the study creaking under the shared weight. His hips rocking against yours while you rode his cock. Yunho never thought having a job as a butler would mean getting some delicious cunt and enjoying the job as well, “I can’t believe how well you ride me. You take it so well. Look at this.” His fingers press against the bulge in your stomach, “Look at how deep I am. Can you feel that?”

Butler!Yeosang who is more the shy type but will gladly lie you on your bed. Taking his tongue and dragging it against your folds and clit. The juices were lathered on his tongue while he enjoyed his meal. Yeosang was the slower type as well. He wanted to enjoy his time with you and not rush it, “You’ve got me so hard, but I wanna enjoy this. You taste so good, I want more.” And more was what he got. Selfish and greedy for your insides.

[sinsxo]

in my arms. —itoshi sae

synopsis. everyone thinks that sae’s favourite thing is the eye mask he carries around everywhere for sleep — but it’s not. his real favourite thing is being in the arms of his favourite person: you.

cw. long drabble, boyfriend!itoshi sae x fem!reader, fluff, emotional vulnerability

wc. 615 words, not proofread.

itoshi sae’s eye mask was a personal favourite of his — something he always carried with him. he never accepted any from fans, no matter how often they tried to give it to him along with other gifts. to his teammates, the media, and the world, it was simply a way for the star athlete from japan to get proper rest during his relentless schedule of tournaments and training.

but only you knew the truth.

they think it’s for sleep, but it’s not. not really. it’s a shield — one final barrier between him and the world. a thin line of darkness to shut everything out, even when he’s alone.

sae has always hated the media. his fame. the world. all of it. whether he’s in a hotel room or a private apartment, whether there’s a bed beneath him or not, he always feels the need to shut it all out — to separate himself from the world, even when no one’s watching.

but it doesn’t apply to you, he doesn’t hate you. because when he’s lying beside you, head buried into your chest, the eye mask is nowhere to be found. your presence is enough. with you, he’s not japan’s golden boy. not a public figure. not anyone but himself.

so when he finds himself in your arms, nestled into your chest, he sleeps better than he ever has. it’s as if the whole world finally goes quiet. no cameras. no whispers. no pressure. just you and the rhythm of your heartbeat against his ear, soft and steady like a lullaby. it’s his favourite sound, second only to your voice — a sound so soothing that it lulls him into a world no one else can enter.

no one but you.

you opened a special place inside his heart, locked it shut, and threw away the key. and he’s never tried to look for it — he doesn’t want to. because if staying in your arms like this means safety, peace, quiet — then he’ll never let you go. to him, your arms were a sanctuary — safe, warm, and meant for him alone.

and during the nights he’s with you, as your fingers move through his hair while he sleeps, he always has his arms wrapped around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear — like if he loosens his hold even a little, you might slip through his fingers and vanish with the morning light.

it’s instinctive, the way he clings to you in his sleep, face buried in your warmth, like you’re the only thing anchoring him to peace in a world that never stops pulling at him. you never move, never complain. you just hold him right back — because if this is what it takes to make him feel safe, you’d lie like that forever. and somehow, wrapped up in his arms like this, the quiet makes you feel safe too.

there’s just something so comforting in how the warmth from both of your presences melts the ice in each other’s hearts — the walls that both of you had built to keep the world out. it’s something only the two of you understand.

and you hope it stays that way.

because your love for itoshi sae — and his for you — ran deeper than oceans and burned hotter than fire. even if it meant drowning or burning alive, neither of you would ever let go. to sleep and wake in each other’s arms, to be understood without saying a word — that was the rarest kind of peace, the greatest kind of gift.

so as long as you had that, nothing else mattered; everything else could wait.

© all written works are created and owned by @sinsxo. do not plagiarise, modify, repost or translate any of my content on other platforms under any circumstances.

all images, aside from the dividers, do not belong to me. credit belongs to their original creators on pinterest & xhs.

[umadosedepascal]

wc: 615

Pairing: PEDRO PASCAAAAAL X f reader

a/n: THANK YOU VANITY FAIR | THANK YOU VANITY FAIR | THANK YOU VANITY FAIR | THANK YOU VANITY FAIR | THANK YOU VANITY FAIR | I’m screaming for 20 hours now… THANK YOU VANITY FAIR | THANK YOU VANITY FAIR | THANK YOU VANITY FAIR STRAY UP, NO LUBE, NO SALIVA.. DRY LIKE THAT! LIKE SHOULD BE! found an excuse to drink that glass of water 🥲

Pedro sits on the mattress, leaning back against the wall with his arms behind his head, the sweater riding up slightly to show his abs. He spreads his legs casually, black socks visible. "So…" He says deeply, “How do you want me?"

It’s only you and him by this point, you are holding a camera trying to be as professional as possible. But your naughty thoughts are screaming louder this time and you end up saying.. ”ermm.. just…do whatever you feel comfortable...”

He sits up suddenly, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you onto the bed between his legs. His hands grip your hips as he looks up at you with a playful yet intense gaze. "Is this how the photographer wants me? Right here?" He pulls you closer, “Or maybe..."

“Jizz Christ…” you mumble..

He laughs loudly at your reaction, his hands squeezing your hips possessively. “Too much? Or not enough?" He pulls you down so you're sitting on his lap, his face buried in your neck. "You said create a scene... I'm trying to give you a good shot here."

“I.. I shouldn’t..” you say reluctant but already 99.9% not giving a shit.

He ignores your protest, his hands sliding up your thighs to grip your ass and pull you flush against him. You can feel his hardness through his grey boxers. "Too late for'shouldn't', little bee. You started this photoshoot." He kisses you roughly…

Pedro breaks the kiss just long enough to reach over and lock the room door, then his hands are back on you, pulling you into another deep kiss as he lays back on the mattress, taking you with him. “Locked and loaded..." He murmurs against your lips, "...now give me that camera."

He takes the camera from you, setting it aside before flipping you over so he's on top. He starts snapping pictures as he grinds against you, his boxers getting tighter with each movement. He captures shots of himself kissing your neck, sucking your earlobe…

Pedro pulls down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, exposing you. He starts taking pictures of his hands spreading your thighs, his face buried between them. Then he captures himself pushing a finger inside you, then two, snapping photos as he curls them to hit that spot. "Fuck..." He whispers…

His other hand reaches up freeing his hard cock quickly. He brings the cam on again and takes pictures of himself rubbing it against your wet pussy before finally lining up the tip and pushing inside.

You gasp without his notice… it’s thick, warm and pulsating.

Pedro starts thrusting hard and fast, his thick length disappearing inside you, the wet sounds of your bodies slapping together. He slams inside you harshly, making you arch your back with a loud moan. Your tits bouncing, his hands gripping your hips too tightly. Too focused on fucking you hard and fast. He reaches between your bodies to rub your clit roughly, wanting to make you come undone. He can feel himself getting close. You claim yours with a loud moan.. just in time so he pulls out stroking his thick cock a few times before aiming it at your chest. Pedro comes hard, ropes of hot cum landing on your tits and stomach "Fuck..."

He collapses on top of you, his cum still dripping down your chest. He kisses you every spot, tasting himself on you. As he pulls back, he grabs the camera to show you a series of explicit shots capturing every dirty moment between you two. "I need more..." He whispers..

You grab that glass of water beside the mattress, take a sip and… “What you waiting for?”

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Indulging – Bakugo x reader anime: my hero academia wc 615 – f!reader

There is only one thing that can truly calm you down after a bad day at UA, and you’re terribly lucky you’re the only one with access to it.

Namely, Bakugo’s deliciously plump chest, sometimes affectionately nicknamed his boobies.

After a particularly tough training session, class A were all standing around and listening as Aizawa reviewed the lesson. You were all trying to perfect your special moves, but your quirk just didn’t want to collaborate today. It made you frustrated, even though you still had time, because it felt like you were falling behind. Especially when your boyfriend is some kind of genius at using his quirk.

So when said boyfriend is standing beside you in his V-necked costume, grumbling about how you could do better than you did today (in encouragement, apparently), you turn to him and drop forwards with all your weight. This successfully made your face settle right in between his pecs, where you felt your happiest. Sweet, sweet comfort.

Bakugo growled in embarrassment, the loud scolding making everyone turn to you as he straightened you up and turned you around as if nothing happened. Now, everyone but you could see the light pink dust over his cheeks.

You stand there with a sheepish smile, bowing as an apology to Aizawa, who sighed before moving on. At least you got a short moment of relief.

A few weeks later, you’re feeling absolutely drained before bedtime after a particularly rough sparring session with Uraraka. Not everything went well for you, as the girl was getting better and better at using her quirk offensively. Of course, you fought well, but after a long week, it all simply felt like too much for your pretty head. You drag your body into the shower and rinse off, letting out a deep sigh before looking determined at the shower wall. There is only one thing that can fix this feeling.

After getting ready for bed, you stealthily make your way to the elevator. It’s not that far to Bakugo’s room, and you’re successful in deterring any suspicious classmates on the way there. They probably knew where you were headed anyway and just didn’t want to stop you in fear of you telling Bakugo on them, so instead they pretended to believe you when you claimed to just be restlessly roaming around or some other stupid excuse.

When you open the door to his dorm, you’re not surprised to find him sleeping soundly on his back, one arm under his head. You sneak over to the bed after silently closing the door, before carefully lifting the duvet so you can make your way under it with him. Hesitating for a moment, you bite your lip as he adjusts and wraps his arms loosely around you. “Hi.”

“Hey,” you whisper softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. Then you initiate your plan, knowing he was already awake anyway.

You move, cling and adjust despite his complaints, and finally settle down on top of him like a weighted blanket, then snuggle your face into his chest to find true peace. Meanwhile, Bakugo is groaning and making comments under his breath about you being a nuisance, even though his arms follow you to settle on your lower back. He finally opens his eyes a bit and looks at you. “Comfortable?” he grumbles, making you smile softly.

“Very. I feel so safe tucked between your boobies,” you say, knowing he hates when you call them that.

He makes a disgruntled sound, but no retort comes. Instead, he just kisses the top of your head and leans back on the pillow to close his eyes and go back to sleep. “Good. You are.”

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[hatsbuckets]

John teaches his kids how to drive early.

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WC: 615

He starts getting them behind the wheel in his lap when they're toddlers, starts letting them actually drive by the time they're ten, they're fully capable of getting around by the time they're 13.

He only does this out on the private property he owns of course. It's not a big plot, but it's enough to drive a car around in. He sets up fake obstacle, traffic cones, and even spray paints the grass with lanes. Eventually he's driving the second car so they can practice merging.

To the kids it's a game, to John it could save their lives or someone else's. It's in the case of emergencies, when someone needs to be driven and no adult is able, when a call to emergency services is out of reach, when they need to get out of a tight spot and John's not there- God forbid.

He explains this to them at some point, making sure they understand that this is for emergencies. This is just in case. They should never have to. And when his son is able to repeat it back to him, John simply says "That's a good man."

His kids would beam when they finally get that stamp of approval. They know their dad just wants to keep them prepared, but come on, this is so much fun.

Fun until it wasn't...

John's wife had taken their two kids out to their little plot of land-a little farm in its own right by this time-one day for the fresh air though. Thing is, she's very pregnant with the third, and there is no cell service way out in this part of the country.

And she goes into labor.

John's son would be scared but motivated by his mother's calm urge to get into the truck, and trust what he's learned. Their daughter would hold her mom's hand in the back of the truck, nearly crying at the pain the woman seemed to be in.

Their son would drive, shouting at his sister to keep trying the phone. Call Dad. Tell Dad their baby sister is on the way. Call Dad. Tell Dad they're going to the hospital. Call Dad. Tell Dad they're scared, he doesn't want to drive into town, not really.

John doesn't answer. He's not done with his mission. Somehow though, in the light traffic of the early afternoon and with the training engrained into him, his son gets his family to the small-town hospital.

They take their mom in and one of the nurses is nice enough to stay with the kids. He'd console John's son as the adrenaline makes way to tears.

Finally, John calls them back. His daughter answers, barely able to explain what's going on through her tears, but John gets the idea. She passes the phone to her brother, and John's voice would be as calm as it could be.

Easy, son. That's a good man. You're mum's okay yeah? Yeah. You're okay yeah? I'm proud of you. I'll be there as soon as I can, yeah?

He was lucky not to miss the arrival of his first two, he'd be damned if he missed the third. He'd be there as soon as he could.

And his kids are waiting, both- all three of them- sleeping near their mother. She'd smile when John enters, the man sleep deprived and barely hosed down for a clean. He'd silently creep into the room, kneeling at her side and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He'd lean against her arm, staring at their newest little angel.

I'm so proud of you, love. I'm so sorry I wasn't here.

She'd smile and shush him gently, tilting their new joy just a bit so he could see her. You're here now. And so is she.

A/N FUCK I don't know where this came from, but I got possessed, cried, and wrote. Inspired by the fact that my friend really did this when he was younger, and his mom went into labor while he was alone on their family farm. (also to my knowledge it's not illegal in most places for children under the legal driving age to drive in emergencies? but fuck if I know or care.)

[berryyuni]

home. my home - nrk

✿ nothing beats your late night confessions with your boyfriend.

pairing - bf!riki x gn!reader genre - est. relationship, fluff wc - 615 warnings - kissing, affection, VERY soft

tiana's note 🎀 - this was written for my lovebug @j4keluver <3 tysm for requesting this :') this was a blast to write and i hope i did you justice <33

౨ৎ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3 ✧˖° ... (library)

you were pulled out of your light slumber by the sudden feeling of an arm snaking around your waist followed by a soft kiss on your shoulder. you don’t even remember falling asleep. all that you were able to recall was that you were scrolling through tiktok, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work - nothing new. but apparently you weren’t able to win the battle against sleepiness this time. 

you rolled over on your other side and was met with ni-ki’s soft yet tired gaze. “hey beautiful” he said, moving his hand up to stroke the top of your head. your heart instantly melted at his touch.

“hey ki,” you said in a sleep tone, “when did you get home?”

“not too long ago,” he yawned, “i saw that you were asleep and didn’t want to wake you so i just quickly showered,” he paused, “i’ve seen you asleep so many times but i will never get over how cute you look when you are”

“don’t even,” you scoffed, “i probably look all gross, drooling all over the place” you rolled back onto your back, putting your arm over your eyes.

ni-ki moves down your arm, “don’t say that, you always look cute” he laughed and pulled you closer to him - lowkey forcing you to roll back over to face him. 

once you do, he pinches your cheek causing your face to scrunch up. “what’s up with you tonight?”

“i just missed you… a lot more than usual for some reason” he answered, seeming somewhat bashful.

“ki” you pouted, “we could’ve called when you were on break” you brought your hand up to his cheek, gently caressing it with your knuckles. he leaned into your touch then moved his head over to press a kiss against your hand. 

“my phone died,” he groaned, “so it made it ten times worse”

“of course it did,” you laughed, “no wonder”

“at least i’m home with you now,” he breathed out, pulling you into his chest allowing you to snuggle against it. “you’re my home” he murmured.

you doubted your ears for a moment. did you hear what you thought you just heard? “what’d you say?” you asked softly, leaning your head up to meet his eyes.

“hm?’ he smiled, massaging the back of your head.

“what was the last part you said, ki?” 

“that you’re my home.” he said - as if it was nothing.

you went silent for a moment to process his words. it caught you off guard - not in the bad way. you knew ni-ki loved you. you really do. he made sure it was known every moment you had together. but for him to say that you were home to him, of course you needed a moment to let it sink in. you mustn’t have noticed that your eyes welled up with tears because ni-ki nuzzles his nose against yours - something he would usually do to comfort you and make you smile, which he claims is effective but to you it only made you want to cry even more. 

“i am?” your voice cracked.

“you are y/n, you’re who i always want to come home to. you make me feel complete.”

without needing to say anything else, you pull him into a kiss to which he happily returns. after you pull away from each other, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into your chest. “i love you so much ki”

“i love you more y/n. believe me.” he replies sleepily. 

a few moments pass only to be met with silence as the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling at home. your forever home.

©berryyuni 2024. all work is written by me. do not copy, translate or repost

[haikyu-mp4]

Letting past be past – Terushima x reader wc 615 – f!reader, brother!Tanaka

It still haunted you, the day your brother decided not to stay in touch anymore. He had found out about you dating Terushima, despite knowing about his history of harassment towards Tanaka’s very own partner. That was years ago, and you hadn’t spoken to your beloved brother since. That truly was your greatest sorrow.

Now, you would finally see him again for your aunt’s third wedding. As you put on the last piece of jewellery, you took deep breaths and went over all possible conversations you might have in your head, eyes straying to Terushima in the mirror, who was buttoning up his shirt at the other end of the room.

Terushima changed—not immediately after you started dating, but eventually. There was no “I can change him.” He grew out of his insecurities and realised that respect had to be earned. Today, he wanted nothing more than to earn the respect of the rest of the Tanakas, most of all your brother and his wife.

Ryu didn’t exactly avoid you when you arrived, but he didn’t welcome you warmly, either. One of your hands was interlaced with Terushima’s, so you lifted the other in a hesitant wave, which only Kiyoko returned.

“Maybe he’ll soften up after some drinks,” you said in encouragement, but you weren’t sure if it was for him or you. Terushima hummed in agreement, but you couldn’t see the worried look on his face as he looked at where your brother walked to another room. He cleared his throat and turned to you with a brighter smile than before.

“Speaking of, how about you go get us some of those welcome drinks?” he suggested, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you walked away into the forming crowd of family members wondering how your life was going.

He was now a man on a mission.

Following where he had seen them go earlier, Terushima made sure to bow politely to anyone who saw him so that he had a better chance of a good introduction with you later. Still, he held such a pace where it was clear he couldn’t stop to talk.

He found the two Tanakas in the next room over, looking at the seating arrangements to ensure they knew where to go later. Drawing a quick breath, he smoothed a hand over his blazer to control his nerves before decidedly making his way over to them. “Excuse me,” he said to get their attention. “I was hoping I could get a word with you two, for y/n’s sake.”

They looked at each other, seemingly having a whole silent conversation. Terushima sweated in his spot, unsure of the conclusion.

“Okay.”

A relieved and grateful smile was painted on his face. “I’m going to be greedy right off the bat here and ask for another chance. I am so genuinely sorry for the mistakes I made back in high school, especially towards you,” he emphasised, making eye contact with Kiyoko. “Y/n thinks so highly of you both, and I care about her more than anything. For some reason, she loves me back. I don’t want that to be a bad thing anymore.”

It wasn’t like flicking a switch, but the married couple were more than ready to put it behind them, let the past be past. So when you returned with the drinks and saw the three of them laughing and talking, your lip wobbled as if on command. Spotting you, Terushima turned and waved with bright eyes, encouraging you to come over and chuckling softly at the tears that threatened to spill past your eyelashes.

“We were just discussing dinner at theirs next Friday. How about it, sweets?”

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requested by @knoxing-around for my event, anything for you <3 thank you so much for your kind words!

[bradleysass]

rose - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 615

It had taken three months of persuasion, fourteen bribed greenhouse staff members, and one very stern visit to Regulus’ allergist, but James Potter had finally done it.

Regulus Arcturus Black was standing next to him in the middle of the botanical garden.

Well—sulking in the middle of the botanical garden, wrapped in a linen scarf, prescription sunglasses, and wielding a small but menacing bottle of antihistamine spray like a weapon. But he was there, and James counted that as a win.

“I swear to Merlin,” Regulus muttered behind the scarf, “if a single grain of pollen enters any of my orifices, you’re paying for my funeral.”

“You look amazing,” James said instead, grinning like a fool and refusing to be discouraged. “So mysterious. Like a spy about to defect to France.”

Regulus narrowed his eyes behind the glasses. “You dragged me to a public garden filled with every botanical allergen known to man. Are you quite sure I don’t need to defect?”

James bounced on the balls of his feet and tried not to look suspicious. “You’ll thank me when we get there.”

“There?” Regulus echoed. “Where exactly is there? And how much farther is it? I’m overheating. I can feel the pollen watching me.”

James took his hand—warm, slightly clammy—and held it with the gentleness of someone holding his entire world. “Just a bit more.”

Regulus sighed dramatically but didn’t let go.

They wandered past azaleas, honeysuckle, lavender rows, and tiny signs that read Please Do Not Pick the Flowers. James waved cheerfully to a few of the employees stationed nearby. One gave him a thumbs up. Another winked.

Regulus frowned. “Why is everyone here acting like we’re in on some joke I don’t know about?”

“No idea,” James said too quickly.

Regulus narrowed his eyes again.

James tugged him onward.

And then—they turned a corner.

There was a clearing, not huge, but bright. Framed by trimmed hedges and shaded slightly by weeping willows. At the center stood a stunning display of red and blush-pink roses, all blooming in harmony.

Shaped unmistakably like a heart.

Regulus froze.

The pollen situation was forgotten for a full three seconds.

Then: “James.”

“Mhm?”

“Did you—” Regulus gestured to the roses. “Did you pay someone to grow those like that?”

James beamed. “You know, it’s really incredible what a few hundred galleons and a detailed floor plan can do.”

Regulus groaned. “You’re so—obnoxious.”

“And you’re about to be engaged,” James said brightly, dropping to one knee before Regulus could summon another complaint.

Regulus went utterly still.

No huffing, no scoffing, no snark.

Just eyes wide behind his ridiculous glasses and a single tear already making a break for it down one cheek. James felt his throat catch.

“I know you hate flowers,” James said, his voice a little shaky. “But you love me. Or at least, I hope you do. Because I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, even when you sneeze so hard you nearly dislocate your shoulder.”

“That was one time,” Regulus whispered, voice cracking.

James pulled out the ring.

The sun hit the band just right. A silver vine curled around a single emerald.

“I love you, Reg,” James said. “Allergic reactions and all. Will you marry me?”

Regulus stood there for a heartbeat, lips trembling, looking like he wanted to scold James and kiss him at the same time.

Then he yanked down his scarf, shoved his sunglasses on top of his head, and said, “Yes.”

James leapt to his feet, tackled him in a hug, and promptly knocked them both into the grass.

Regulus sneezed seven times into James’ shirt.

James didn’t let go.

[sideysvault]

⋆˚࿔ Bedroom Lust 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Pairing: Roman Roy x wife!reader

Wc: 615

Warnings: [nsfw]. minors dni, head cannons, established relationship, married life.

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— Marrying Roman Roy involved being his plus one to numerous events. Evening galas, fundraisers, openings, and birthday parties of people you didn't even remember meeting. He hated all of it. But seeing the wind biting the skin exposed by your countless party dresses almost made up for it. He still got goosebumps when he saw you.

— He was extremely aware of how his wife looked. Too bright, too beautiful for a room full of snakes parading as business people. He was proud of you. Proud of your cleverness, and your looks, and your morals. He enjoyed parading you around at parties with his hand on your lower back. A lot of heads turned, and eyes that trailed downward, but you were his. Only his.

— She was always complaining about his beard. And, as much as he liked it, the conversation ended when you said “I hate it Romes, it tickles when you go down on me” That was all he needed to hear. The very next day, he showed up with a clean, freshly shaven face. You made sure to make it up to him and sat on his face all night.

— You are always using pet names for him. Especially in the bedroom. You want to make him feel as much love as he deserves. At the beginning of your relationship, he wasn’t very sexual. It took a long time, trust, and patience to get to where you were right now. But you didn't mind. All you wanted was for him to enjoy himself while feeling safe and secure. And so it began. Love, Remy, Romey, Babe, Sweetie…

— Stamina wasn’t a problem anymore. Roman particularly enjoyed eating you out. He just wanted to shower you with affection, and thank you for being such a good wife. The man loves eating your pussy. If the cooks are not at home, he'll do it on the kitchen counter over breakfast. He makes time and takes a shower together just so he can have you standing up while he's on his knees licking all of you. He loves when you come all over his face. No matter how dirty and wet he gets afterward.

— Having power over you is also a turn on. He’d tie you up so you can’t move, not letting you come, edging you until you beg and cry. He has even dwelled in some consensual somnophilia with you.

— But he can be romantic too. Roman will buy you the most expensive lingerie and leave it all around the house for you to find. He would kiss every inch of you. Your face, your stomach, your legs, everything. As lovingly as he can.

— As much as Roman Roy knows he would be an awful father, it is hard to remember it when he is pounding into his wife’s wet pussy. He adores watching his come fill you up, and you adore the sensation of it overflowing out of your pussy. (He definitely licks you clean after it).

— He loved how easily you teared up. You were so sensitive. When he is done with you, the makeup that adorned your pretty face always looks smudged.

— Sometimes, in another one of your fancy dinners, you make sure to wear one of his favorite dresses with nothing underneath. Opening your legs under the table for him to enjoy. From time to time, you wore a vibrator in public events. Roman loves seeing you try to compose yourself in front of everyone. How red your face gets. How raspy are the words that come out of your mumbling mouth. If you behave well enough, he goes on his knees yet again and rewards you at the venue’s bathroom. 

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Notes: Hello Anon! I really tried with this one! It’s my first time writing any type of smut. Hope you enjoyed it. It ended up being something a bit different from what you asked. But thank you so much for taking time to read my Roman posts. I’ve been missing the succession fandom so much. Take care! - Sidey xoox

Based on this request.

[riki-dazed]

Jay comforts and reassures you after you reveal your scars to him

mentions of sh scars, kissing, soft bf jay · wc 615 · requested

Jay's touch felt heavenly against the skin on your jaw as he traced a finger along it, tauntingly slowly, admiring all of your features. His gaze studied your face with unwavering attention, you wondered if your skin felt as warm to his touch as it felt to you. He stopped at your chin, putting it between two of his fingers as he pulled your face into his. You couldn't control your arms as they wrapped around his neck, resting atop his shoulders. His soft lips engulfed yours, hungry and eager. Your thoughts ran wild.

He's such an incredible kisser..

You were sat on the edge of the bed in only a shirt, in which you could feel starting to hike up your thighs as Jay's hands roamed every last inch of your figure, with desperate urgency. His lips trailed from yours to your jaw, to then your neck. The wet kisses he kept leaving behind had sent shivers down your spine.

You felt a sudden wave of panic flush over you after one of Jay's hands gripped onto your thigh, he continued making out with your neck as your breath hitched in the back of your throat. Jay's attentive self immediately noticed the sudden stiffness within your body. He pulled back from your skin slightly as he eyed your face, breathless, his grip on your thigh loosened as his finger rubbed soft circles against the skin.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Concern flickered in his eyes at the sudden change in your demeanor.

You pulled away from him, your hands pushed your shirt back down your thighs, in which caused Jay to have to lift his hand away. He was worried that maybe you weren't on the same page as him that evening.

"I-I'm sorry," You murmured as your gaze fell, a sudden feeling of insecurity washed over your entire body. Jay's gaze followed yours, to where his eyes were met with faint scars that covered the skin on your thigh, peeking from under your shirt. You pulled the fabric down even more. Your face began to feel warm, as if you were about to start tearing up. You felt vulnerable and exposed.

"This is so humiliating.."

"Baby," Jay whispered, his voice soft and kind as he lifted your chin. His eyes were full of warmth and understanding, "You don't have to hide from me,"

With the most tender touch, Jay gently moved your hands away from the hem of your shirt. His soft fingers traced the outlines of the scars with a gentleness that left your heart in pieces. He didn't recoil in horror or judgment; instead, he showed you nothing but love and acceptance.

"Y/n, these scars," He started as his gaze lifted to meet yours again, his voice full of warmth and complete sincerity, "They're a part of you, my baby, and everything about you is beautiful to me,"

Your eyes began to brim with tears as you looked into his, you saw nothing but affection being reflected back into you. You felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Jay's lips found yours again in the softest, most loving, reassuring kiss. You watched him lift himself off the bed, and get on his knees in front of your seated body. He lifted your shirt back off your thighs, as he left a tender kiss atop the scars. Your hand found its way into the strands of his hair as you caressed your loving boy, earning a sweet smile from him as he gazed up into you. He continued to leave soft pecks across the outer and inner parts of your thighs.

You were so lucky to have someone like him.

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[sjywh0re]

✿In Your Warmth✿

𐙚 ̊Kim Hongjoong

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Pairing: Boyfriend!Hongjoong Ateez x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life

Wc: 615

Song Rec: Glue Song - Beabadoobee

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The rain had started hours ago, soft and unhurried, painting the windows with streaks of silver. The world outside had turned grey, but inside your apartment, everything was bathed in the soft glow of golden lamps and the quiet hum of a record playing in the background.

Hongjoong was lying on the couch, one arm tucked under his head, the other stretched toward you in silent invitation. His hoodie looked two sizes too big, the sleeves covering his hands, his dark hair slightly tousled from your fingers earlier.

You crossed the room without a word, curling up beside him, letting his arm wrap around your waist as naturally as breathing. He pulled the blanket over both of you, then rested his chin on top of your head like it was his favorite spot in the world which it probably was.

“This,” he said quietly, his voice low and soft, “is my favorite place to be.”

You smiled, your fingers drawing light patterns on his chest through the fabric of his hoodie. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

You tilted your head up, just enough to see his face. He looked relaxed, completely unguarded in a way he only ever was when it was just the two of you. His eyes were half lidded, a content little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Moments like this weren’t rare with him, but they still felt special intimate in a quiet, slow-burning way. Hongjoong wasn’t loud about love. He didn’t shout it, didn’t need grand gestures or dramatic declarations. He loved in the way he held your hand when no one was looking, in the way he memorized your tea order, in the way he made space for you on his side of the bed even when he was half asleep.

“You’re staring,” he teased, though his voice held no real edge only warmth.

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy,” you whispered back.

He let out a breathy laugh, one that you felt more than heard. “I’m always sleepy around you. You’re dangerous like that.”

You rested your cheek against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear. “Dangerous how?”

“You make me want to stop everything and just stay here. Forever.”

Your fingers paused their idle movements. You looked up at him again, this time finding his gaze already on you. There was something quiet in his eyes something tender and a little bit shy.

“I mean it,” he said, brushing your hair away from your face with a touch so gentle it made your heart ache. “I work so much. I run around, always chasing something. But when I’m with you, I don’t feel like I’m missing anything.”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw, then tucked yourself back into his arms.

“I feel the same,” you whispered. “With you, everything slows down. Everything feels… right.”

For a while, you lay like that. The music played on, the rain kept falling, and neither of you felt the need to move or speak. There was no rush, no noise, just the soft rhythm of two people who had found home in each other.

And in that quiet, cozy space between the world and your heartbeat, Hongjoong whispered again so low it could’ve been a dream:

“I love you.”

And you smiled, eyes closed, wrapped in him. “I love you too.”

[krisdreaming]

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader

WC: 615

Summary: In your first few months of living together, Tetsurou finds himself falling in love with you all over again.

A/N: You were warned. Here it is: my soft domestic Kuroo mess. I don't even know if this is good, but it sure is a thing :')

Tetsurou loves you - of course he does. Otherwise, he never would have asked you to move in with him in the first place. It's just that, over the last few months, he's felt like he's falling all over again.

He thinks it must have something to do with the proximity. The fact that you're always there, at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon or 3am when he wakes up groggy to flop to a more comfortable position or at 7:30 in the evening when the dishes are drying - it does strange things in his chest.

He's always loved your lazy smile, but now he gets to see it first thing in the morning, and it feels like a secret no one else is meant to know. You're sharing it with him, and it makes him want to pull you close and feel the imprint of it on his own lips, so he does. Often. As often as you'll let him, before you're shoving his face away in a bout of laughter, scolding that you'll both be late if you stay in bed any longer.

He feels a little bit like he's spying on you when he catches you in the midst of your daily routine, something as simple as humming to yourself while you fold laundry in the bedroom. He creeps up behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, chuckling at the surprised squeak you let out as he turns you in his arms, fingers pressing into your hips as he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose just because he can. It isn't long until you're tumbled together in his underwear and your socks and the old, worn Nekoma hoodie that belongs to both of you, now.

Sometimes, you surprise him. You'll fall onto the couch after a long day and beckon him closer. Something is playing on the TV, but it's all just background noise as you pull him down against your chest. He lets his weight settle comfortably on top of you and lets out a hum of pure bliss at the feeling of your fingers tugging through his hair. He feels like he's melding into the couch, melding into you, and he catches himself wishing he could stay like this forever, tangled with you so closely that he doesn't even know where he ends and you begin.

There are pieces of you everywhere. Your book is on the end table. Your toothbrush is in the cup next to his. Your favorite tea is in the cupboard and your favorite coffee creamer is in the fridge. There are blankets and throw pillows and your pajamas are in the drawer right beside his. Slowly, you've transformed this space that he simply came back to every night into a place he never wants to leave. He loves being surrounded by you because he finally feels like he's home.

It's not new, but it feels new. It bubbles up in his chest and sloshes around until he feels like he might overflow. Luckily, whenever it comes over him, he doesn't have far to go. He only has to walk a few feet and there you are, and it's so easy to you pull into his arms. So easy to litter kisses on your skin and feel your soft warmth beneath his hands. You tease him about being clingy but he knows you'll never push him away. You love him too much. He says it with a cheeky grin that he quickly buries in the curve of your neck, because if he doesn't the truth will come out. He's the one who loves you too much, if such a thing is even possible.

[iridescentxstars]

Helloooo! Omg omg! I miss Jongin so much 😭😢 How about panther hybrid jongin as your co-worker being jealous/sad that you interact less with him. So he confesses how he feels about you. Kink: praise/worship, dom-you, sub-him. Dialogue: "I could make you feel better", "Jealousy is not a word I'm familliar with". Thank you. 🥰

panther hybrid!jongin x fem!reader || dialogue: "i could make you feel better" + "jealousy is not a word i'm familiar with" || kinks: praise/worship, dom/sub, oral || warnings: no warnings because this has been the most wholesome~ || wc: 615

please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

“It’s so cute that you are jealous,” you smile softly, head tilted to the side as Jongin finishes confessing to you. He has been getting more and more frustrated with the fact that you seem more interested in everyone else but him. It’s not really on purpose, you just notice he’s not been needing your help as much but since he’s so pouty about this – maybe you should make it up to him.

“Jealousy is not a word I’m familiar with.” He huffs, folding his arms across his chest with his long black tail flicking in the air behind him.

You take a step closer, scratching under his chin and listening to the deep purr that escapes him. “Come now, I’ll make it up to you.” You coo, having him look at you, “I could make you feel better.” He contemplates for a moment, clearly conflicted before his tongue peeks out, eyes flicking down to your lips and nodding because all he can think about is kissing you. “Aww, see, that’s a good boy~.”

It’s a little cruel maybe, playing into things like that but you’ve been attracted to Jongin since you started working there so one chance? You’d take it especially since he’s so easily giving it to you.

He lays underneath you, completely naked and on display while you straddle his lap, fully dressed and a wicked smile on your face. You’ve always wondered about the rippling muscles that he hides under those dress shirts and you’d like to say you are pleasantly surprised by how toned he is.

Fingers trace along his collarbone, nails scratching lightly over his warm, golden skin and the way he squirms from this simple touch has you almost purring yourself. He’s so cute. How could you not want to break him? Down, lower; your fingers drag painfully slow over his abdomen before you stop at his hips and pull away. “Will you behave for me?” He nods, bottom lip plump from the make out session earlier, “words, Jongin.”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Mistress.”

What probably surprised you the most about Jongin other than how fit the man is, is how obedient, how submissive he is for a man who has a high position in the company. Sure, you’re equals, but you had expected him to have this very typical dominant attitude in the bedroom but oh, Jongin folded the moment you bit his bottom lip and pulled him to your bedroom.

Not wasting any time, you move between his legs, feeling his eyes watch you as you settle between those strong thighs and making sure to not accidentally lay on his tail. Jongin’s hybrid genetics don’t bother you one bit, a common species to come across but there’s something about his sleek black fur that makes him beautiful. More attractive. He takes care of himself, it’s obvious and right now – you’re going to take care of him too. Gripping his hard cock in your hand, you meet his eyes before dragging the flat of your tongue up the length before sucking on the tip and pulling away to stroke slowly. “Ah, fuck,” Jongin’s head tips back but the quick command to watch has his eyes on you.

Watching even as they almost flutter shut every time you tease him, giving him a taste of what he’s in store for before taking pleasure in your new toy.

If you think this will make Jongin less jealous afterwards, you’re sorely mistaken, the panther hybrid is one jealous beast and you’ll learn later on what it means to have him as your pet. You’ll soon learn what it means to have him as your lover.