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gingrrfrog · 4 years ago

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request for @babymuff I made it...angsty on accident...and long...as hell...isdjfosidjf I hope u like it 🥺

Johnny: 14. you have no idea what you do to me + 24. I needed you! I needed you!

word count: 2.4k oof

At the end of the day, Johnny was your best friend. It would cause you more pain to let him go, so you stay by his side faithfully. Every break up, every miserable one night stand, you stayed by his side. Being hopelessly in love with him was one thing, but expecting the same amount of effort and love and care from a man who gave you a one worded hbd on your birthday was enough to become the laughing stock of the world.

Your friends were tired of it too, specifically Doyoung as he was the one who stayed up with you late at night, listening to your sobs as John Seo played with your emotions once again. It was so easy to feel special to Johnny, the way he would play with your hair, the arm around your shoulder and the occasional “platonic” kiss on the forehead…it made you feel like you were flying.

However, seeing the same affection and then some on the newest pick of the week would rip your high from under you, leading to another sobbing session into the strong chest of your friend Doyoung.

“I’m getting sick of this, you know,” he said quietly, flattening the mess of your hair as Doyoung held you tightly.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked, pulling away. Doyoung was quick to pull you back into his embrace, patting your back as he shook his head.

“Not of you. Of Johnny doing this to you. I’m also tired of seeing you get hurt,” Doyoung spoke gently, as if the words he was about to say next would break you. “You need to let go, y/n. It’s time to let go.”

The idea in itself was enough to make your stomach churn. You shook your head and told him that it wasn’t bad most of the time, causing Doyoung to shake his head.

“You telling me that is telling me you’re okay with being treated like anything less than perfect. You’re such a good person and you’re going to let Johnny treat you like you’re not because you love him?” Doyoung scoffed. He took your face in his hands, holding it tightly as he stared into your eyes, “he doesn’t love you. And if he didn’t it’s not the same way you love him.”

Doyoung wiped the tears that fell over your cheeks with his thumbs as you sobbed. You knew he had a point, which the next day even harder.

You had promised Johnny that you were going out for breakfast for him the day before and you kept it, despite your friend telling you to stay behind. You knew that this was going to be a short ordeal, as you wanted to get this over with the same way as ripping a bandaid. You asked Doyoung to stay, as you also knew that this was going to break you the second you left. He agreed, even calling Mark to keep him company as the two would help you through it.

So now here you sat, in front of Johnny as he looked through his phone, a smile on his lips with the straw of his coffee in between his teeth, sucking mindlessly as you watched the coffee disappear from the glass. You had barely eaten off your plate, and you don’t think you were planning to do so anytime soon.

“What do you think about her?” He asked you quickly, lifting up his phone to show you his newest interests instagram page. She was beautiful, much too beautiful for you to have any real opinion on her.

If Doyoung were here, he would tell Johnny she was out of his league. It would come out as a joke, but you knew he meant it deep down.

“She’s pretty,” you mumbled, a smile on your lips as you pushed the food away from you.

Johnny raised an eyebrow and looked at your food, tilting his head to the side, “aren’t you eating?”

“I’m not too hungry, I ate something quick this morning on accident,” you lied, watching Johnny shrugged as he picked off your plate.

“That’s fine! We’ll eat tons on our trip anyway!” Johnny said with a bright smile, “I have a lot planned and—“

“Actually, I don’t…think I can go on our trip,” you could already feel the lump in your throat. You watched as Johnny’s smile fell. He blinked and put his phone down, the coffee straw out of his mouth.

“Oh. Why…not?”

“Something came up with work. I’ve been promoted,” it wasn’t a lie. You were waiting to tell him on the trip as you received some vacation time as a reward. “I’m actually going to be really busy with my new position for the next few days. I’m really sorry, Johnny.”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob before he gave a smile, “it’s no problem! Congratulations! I told you all your hard work would be worth it in the end!”

Johnny continued to talk mindlessly as you listened, nodding your head here and there as you tried to settle with the idea that this would be the last time you would be seeing him for a very long time. Perhaps even the last, if you were strong enough.

Johnny paid for the meal as a treat for your promotion, yet again throwing his arm over your shoulder as he pulled you close, his cologne making you dizzy.

“I am pretty bummed that you’re not able to come on our trip. That makes it a sausage party now,” Johnny sighed, grimacing.

“Maybe we can plan for a different time. Once I’ve gotten used to my new position.”

Johnny smiled and pulled you closer, “of course! Sometimes I think I have you so spoiled, you have no idea what you do to me.”

And you to me, you thought to yourself, waving at Johnny as you went your separate ways.

The second you pulled away from his warmth, from his sweet cologne, tears filled your eyes as you sobbed quietly on the bus home. You slam your door shut when you get home, watching Mark peer his wide eyes from around the corner, taking you into his arms as you felt Doyoung not far behind.

“It’ll all work out in the end,” Mark said gently.

“You deserve more than this, you know that.” Doyoung reminded.

Despite the kind words from your friends, you found it difficult to believe.

It took a lot of work. You blocked Johnny’s social media posts both on instagram and twitter, you denied his requests to hang out after he came back from his trip, and gradually allowed the messages to end. Perhaps what hurt the most was Johnny’s birthday, your phone turned off to refrain from sending any elaborate text messages that would leave you on read.

It had been two months since then, spring pushing it way through the cold days as you were greeted with rain almost every day. Your new position in work was thankfully keeping you away from overthinking every minuet occurrence, finding peace in your work as your superiors applauded your hard work.

On another raining day, you walked out of your company, umbrella in tow as you struggled to open it, cursing before you ultimately decided to throw it in the trash, huffing as you looked around in confusion when the rain stopped pelting your hair. You swallowed when you saw Johnny in front of you, a small, tired smile on his lips as you blinked at the taller man.

“Oh,” you blinked, “hi.”

“Hey,” he replied, “you cut your hair?”

Your hand went up to touch it instinctively, almost as if you had forgotten you had done so. You nodded, your hand falling back to your side, “yeah. I did.”

“It looks nice,” he complimented. You pressed your lips together, looking at the ground before you cleared your throat.

“Thank you. I should…really get going.”

“Let me walk you home. You don’t have an umbrella.”

You shook your head, “the rain won’t hurt me. I also don’t want to take you away from whatever you were doing.”

“I came here to see you,” he said quickly. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when you saw Johnny look around bashfully, a foreign action as Johnny was never the one to feel embarrassed.

“I miss you,” he admitted. “I wanted to talk…with you. To you. Whatever.”

“I don’t think that’s—“

“Please?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, taking a deep breath. When you opened them again, Johnny was looking at you with the same tired eyes from earlier. You hated feeling so weak in front of him.

“Sure.”

Despite Johnny wanting to talk, he barely did any talking. The entire walk back to your apartment was full of long pauses and loud silence, the tension between the two of your clear and thick enough to cut with a blade. Finally making it to your apartment, you stood at the door, looking at your former best friend as you watched his eyes swim with doubt. You wanted to leave before he said anything, but he was always so much better at reading you than you were with him.

“Why’d you ghost me?” A sad laugh escaped his lips, humor missing.

You bit your lip, “people…outgrow each other. Don’t they? Isn’t it human nature?”

Johnny shook his head, “it’s human nature to outgrow over a period of years. Not in three months.”

“Some people are different.”

“You’re not some people,” he said quickly. “You were never like that.”

“The same way people outgrow each other is the same way people also change, Johnny,” you quickly defended.

“You didn’t change. I can see that you’re still the same person, just without me in your life.”

You sighed, looking at your watch, “is there something else you need? I have something else to attend to.”

“Like what?”

You racked in your brain for an excuse, “I have a date. Tonight. With a man.”

“Yeah, right. Who?”

“Jaehyun.”

“Jaehyun?” He scoffed, “now you’re just mocking me.”

“What do you want, Johnny? I had a long day at work, I just want to go home and sleep.”

“I want you to be my friend again.”

You roll your eyes, turning your heel towards your door, “goodbye.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay?! Whatever I did, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!” He said, throwing the umbrella to the side to grab your arm with both hands.

“How can you apologize for something you didn’t even know you did?” You seethed, “that is so selfish, so full of yourself.”

“Then tell me what I did!” Johnny begged, forcing his hand through to thread his fingers with yours. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I know I don’t know what I did but I’ll fix it, I’ll fix anything you want.”

You looked at the ground, hiding the wells behind your eyes before Johnny pulled you face up to look at him. He gave you a smile, one that looked like he hoped it would work, “just say the word, okay? And…and we can put this whole nightmare behind us. We can go back to being best friends, partners in crime, back to being the other’s better half. That sounds fun, right? Right?”

You shook your head, pressing your hand on his chest as you weakly pushed him away, “I can’t. I want to go home.”

“You…you can’t leave me.” Johnny panicked. The rain started up again, heavier than before as it soaked through his hair. “We need each other…I need you. You mean everything to me, you're my best friend. My only real friend.”

“Get off of me,” you cried, pushing him away harder this time. You couldn’t stand hearing being his friend anymore.

“But—“

“have you ever, just once, thought about how much I needed you?” You asked, your eyes narrowing as you did nothing to stop the tears from flowing. With the help of the rain soaking through your neatly done hair, you needed not worry about looking weak. “My stupid fucking love for you aside, you never once cared for me the same I cared about you our entire lives! I have been here, by your side like a stupid sick puppy hoping that you would pick me! Pick me to be your one, pick me to put your effort into. But instead, I had to watch you send roses to girls who didn’t even remember your last name while I get late birthday texts two days after my actual birthday.”

You took a deep breath, glaring at the man in front of you who stood frozen at your sudden confession and release of built up anger, “you. John Seo, are the most selfish, self-centered, egotistical man I have ever met, and I stayed. I stayed because I thought you would get over it, I stayed because I thought you would grow out of it but—fuck!—we’re almost fucking thirty Johnny and you can’t get the stupid frat brother mentality out of your brain enough to see what the fuck is around you!”

“Maybe I’m the one being selfish for not telling you why I left, maybe I’m the idiot for expecting you to change and maybe I’m being overdramatic but at least these are things that I feel for myself instead of feeling everything for you!”

“I needed you, Johnny,” you sobbed, punching his chest as you shoved him away from the front door of your apartment. “I needed you to be my rock too.”

You cried and cried as he tried to take your hand again, fingers intertwining, “I’m sorry—“

You shook your head, snatching your hand away from his, “I said I needed. Past tense. I don’t need you anymore.”

“I can fix it, I swear-“

“No more, Johnny,” you sniffled. “No more. What I need from you now is to leave me alone. Stay far away from me, don’t talk to my friends, don’t talk to my parents. Don’t leave me birthday messages…just leave. Leave me alone. Forget I existed.”

Johnny’s eyes scanned frantically across your face. You took a deep breath to calm down, “it’s over. Thanks…for whatever this was. But it won’t go back.”

You bit your lip, watching him for a response before you turned back around. You pulled the door to the entrance of your apartment building when you heard your name called behind you. You paused, but you didn’t turn around.

“What if—“ Johnny took a shaky deep breath, “what if I said that I love you? That I love you so much that it scared me? And that I can’t afford to lose you.”

Your hands trembled but you still shook your head, “I’d say it’s too late. It’s time to move on.”

#this is also unedited...because this was a little bit of a dump oopsie I hope u like it either way 🥺#Johnny ANGST #hehe #Johnny seo #nct angst #nct imagine #nct 127 angst #request

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the-mad-starker · 5 years ago

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Valentines Day Fic: Slow Hands

Written by @the-mad-starker and @still-lovelygarnet for @castronomicaaal in @starker-valentines! We hope you enjoy the fic and know that we're so grateful for your help and patience.

Mads: We teamed up thinking we can get this prompt out fast! Instead, we pulled a purely Mads and Garnet move and ended up doubling the word count. Woops! But it's worth it. We had a lot of fun writing this.

Garnet: As always, writing with Mads is too much fun to stop. This is a Valentine's gift for the amazing Castro, but it also was for me too, since writing it made me beyond happy. Happy Valentine's day ❤️

Notes: established relationship, first time, fluff, safe sex, Valentine's Date

WC: 11.290

(AO3 Link)

Summary:

Tony loved kissing Peter and the thought of doing more sent an almost terrifying thrill rushing through him. He would do everything in his power to make Peter feel as loved as Tony felt.

"It's a date then, sweetheart," Tony confirmed, "Dinner with the most handsome man in the world and then after… Whatever you want, baby. I'll make it happen just to see a smile on your face."

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Tony had an entire theater system on one of the floors in the tower. And yet, here he was in the privacy of his own penthouse, watching Wall-E on his big-screen TV.

The reason for this was the young man curled up in his arms. They had just finished a long day in the lab, several hours of shop talk, upgrades being planned then put into motion.

Put into words, six hours sounded way too long for a lab session but for Tony, the time had really flown.

He had never met anyone quite like Peter and yes, people could argue that they were very much alike. Both geniuses in their own right and both striving for the good of the world.

Well, Tony strived. He was pretty sure that Peter was just good incarnate but that was an argument for another day.

The point was, Peter was his reason for doing a lot of things. And if his boyfriend wanted to watch Wall-E just because Tony hadn't seen it before, then they'd watch Wall-E even if his arm was going slightly numb from Peter laying on it.

It was still a bit chilly during February so a nice, thick blanket kept the warmth trapped between them. Tony shifted a bit to get some of the blood circulating but then resettled his arm so it curled around Peter's waist. Problem solved.

"This is actually pretty… cute," Tony remarked. "You know, we can probably build our own version of Wall-E. Dumm-E and U would be ecstatic about having a little brother. And FRIDAY and Karen could be big sisters."

The young man next to him remained unresponsive for a short while. Big brown eyes were glued on the huge screen, yet looks were quite deceiving since his thoughts were focused elsewhere.

"Hm?" Peter's eyebrows climbed up a little as he finally came back to the present.

A smile spread across his soft lips upon realizing Tony's entertaining proposition. Even more than that, Peter was delighted that his boyfriend was enjoying the movie he had picked.

It was easy for him to draw out the parallels between Wall-E and himself and, of course, EVE and Tony.

The man was the definition of amazing, he was brighter than the sky's brightest star. A hero to all. To Peter. And way, way more than that.

"Glad you like it," His smile curved wider, perfectly white teeth flashing with his grin. "Getting all kinds of ideas, are you?" Peter's eagerness for Tony's creative projects was painfully obvious, always had been.

This time he was distracted, however.

Valentine's was only a few days away and they hadn't spoken a word about it. Maybe Tony didn't like that stuff. Maybe he was busy. But Peter, being the hopeless romantic that he was, was sweating bullets over it.

They had been on dates before, sure they had. But this date… this date would be different.

Nervously, he cleared his throat before attempting to go on.

"Uhm… What about EVE, though? Can we make her, too? I think Wall-E would be… lonely without her."

Instead of a facepalm, he let his eyes slip shut for a moment too long. Was he really trying to talk his way to a Valentine's date with Tony like this?

Real smooth, Peter. Real smooth.

"We could–" Again, he had to clear his throat since it was getting so dry from the nervousness. "We could… brainstorm about it. On… Friday?"

His eyes darted back to Tony.

His effort at being nonchalant and discreet only made the layers behind Peter's words exceedingly apparent.

Friday…

Tony hummed at the thought, mind already whirling with possible schematics and cozy little workshop dates. It wasn't unusual at all for the pair to have multiple lab days. Maybe they wouldn't go so hard at it on Friday since today was rather long.

He could take them out to eat, somewhere a bit private so people wouldn't sneak pictures of them. It was the least he could do considering what he had planned for Valentine's Day–

Wait. Valentine's Day. When was that again?

It was on… Friday.

The older man had at least ten different reminders for the things he needed to do. Double, triple check his reservation. Make sure his gifts were still ready to go. So many things but then…

Tony brushed aside a stray curl as he considered.

Was Peter hinting at just staying in for Valentine's Day? It wasn't Tony's original plan but he could roll with it.

"We can if that's what you wanna do on Valentine's Day," Tony mused. "Don't wanna do anything special? Maybe a candlelit dinner, a breathtaking view of the city… We can talk about making Wall-E and EVE there, too."

Peter's eyes grew from wide to wider as he listened to Tony speak, ears perked up, fully engaged antennas. With his breath caught somewhere in his throat, Peter was certain that if he tried to answer only an excited squeal would come out.

The older man shifted a bit so that he could look Peter in the eye. He was surprised to find the normally giddy man looking anxious. Another thought crossed his mind.

"Wait– Did I not ask you about going to dinner with me on Valentine's Day?" It was with a startling sense of mortification that Tony realized he did exactly that.

They had been together for almost a year, just shy a couple months actually. And Tony… Tony, the futurist, Tony the person who tended to go overboard and plan things way ahead, had made reservations for Valentine's Day six months in advance.

The only problem was, he had forgotten to clue Peter in on it.

Heat had crept up on Peter's cheeks when he finally managed to shake his head at the man. His eyes were still big and his lips agape. And then, slowly, the corners of his mouth turned up to form a perfect smile; a smile full of delight, of fuzzy feelings that had his heart skipping a beat and his belly fill with butterflies.

"I want that!" He erupted, glowing with excitement, "A-a… a candlelit dinner!"

Taken by surprise, Peter pushed himself against Tony until the man laid flat on the couch and he, on top of him.

"I can't believe you forgot to tell me!" His chest vibrated with joyful laughter even though the tone of his voice resembled a whine.

Tony was surprised by the strength of his reaction. The boy had gone from shy and a bit cautious to being a ball of energy.

It was no wonder though if Tony had made such a blunder.

He smiled sheepishly at his boyfriend, pushing himself up so that Peter straddled his hips.

"Sorry, kiddo," Tony said. He cupped Peter's cheeks and leaned in to gently kiss his forehead. When he pulled back, he joked, "Can't even blame my old age for this one, I've always been like this. Skipping to part 8 without checking in on part 1, 2, 3."

He wanted to do better though, needed to do better because his actions had caused Peter some anxiety.

Peter looked back at the man of his dreams. His sparkling eyes roamed freely along the beautiful, breathtaking features that he adored.

His heart struck gaze paused here and there, on the deep wrinkles that formed close to Tony's eyes, on the grey hairs of his beard and mustache… On his soft, desirable lips.

"I, uhm…" Peter was clearly lost, captivated by the man before him. His eyelids fell a bit as the color of his cheeks deepened. "I was thinking… maybe afterward, we could come back here."

This time, Peter's voice was quiet. Too quiet. Full of significance that was too much for the young man to phrase.

With that, Peter's gaze fled to look at his fingers that fidgeted with the small buttons of Tony's shirt, close to his collar.

"I was thinking… maybe we could spend the night together." He meant more than he was saying, trusting in the flickering hope that Tony understood that.

With his bottom lip caught under his teeth, Peter peeked at the man again to catch his reaction.

There was no denying just exactly what Peter meant by those words. And with the younger man pressed against him, it was a temptation unlike any other.

Tony had to close his eyes and take in a deep breath. His initial reaction was to shout for joy, to tumble Peter onto his back and kiss him. Give kiss after kiss after kiss until they were both breathless from it.

When he opened his eyes, the desire was there but he kept himself under control.

This was a serious matter and even though such talk usually made his skin crawl, the last thing Tony wanted was to fuck up what they had. He didn't want Peter to have any regrets.

"I would want to," Tony said, first and foremost. There was no way he'd let Peter think he didn't want him in any shape or form. "But we don't have to, baby. Just because it's Valentine's Day… We don't have to do that. I'd be happy if you just wanted to do this… You can sleep in my arms, just let me hold you at night and that'll be more than enough for me."

This… Just being together. Laughing. Talking. building amazing things together. Watching silly and heartfelt movies about robots.

Peter nodded; a gentle gesture, despite the fact that his heart was pounding so loudly that he wondered if Tony could hear it.

They had been together for almost a year, Peter was well past the age of consent and yet… they hadn't been intimate past a certain point. It was not because Peter didn't want to, but perhaps, there had never been the right place for it, the right time.

Or perhaps, he was too nervous. Intimacy was a complicated thing, even a kiss was enough to overwhelm Peter.

But Tony had been so patient. Never pushing for more, he always took care of him.

"I know," Peter replied softly, as he cuddled closer. He rested his chin on Tony's shoulder and his fingers caressed the nape of the man's neck, rubbing a little rougher into the skin.

"But I… I want this," he whispered and his lips touched just under Tony's ear. "I'm ready."

Was he? A deep, aching desire surely told him as much, but his heart pounded frantically at the very thought. It was almost frustrating that Tony could be so patient and composed when his own body was going haywire.

But at the same time, this calmness, this control, was what drew Peter in. What ultimately lulled the craziness and made him feel safe.

Tony's arms tightened around Peter's waist and his hand came up to stroke through his thick curls of hair.

"Leave it up to me," Tony told him sincerely. "I'll take care of you, baby. We can go as slow or as fast as you need."

He gently nuzzled against the other's face, then turned so their lips could brush together softly. It was far from their first kiss but it was still just as sweet, just as exciting. Just as addicting.

Tony loved kissing Peter and the thought of doing more sent an almost terrifying thrill rushing through him. He would do everything in his power to make Peter feel as loved as Tony felt.

"It's a date then, sweetheart," Tony confirmed, "Dinner with the most handsome man in the world and then after… Whatever you want, baby. I'll make it happen just to see a smile on your face."

As if to make Tony's wish come true, a smile spread across Peter's lips. Those tender words, those touches they shared were so deeply treasured. Powerful enough to soothe away all worries.

"You are not the most handsome man in the world," he liked to counter Tony's jests about vanity.

Looking deep into his eyes, with his own, overly honest, he answered with a smirk.

"You're the most handsome in the universe, in all the universes."

Peter left another chaste kiss on Tony's lips, soft and sweet, making it known that he meant every word.

At that, Tony let out a truly genuine laugh.

Then he did exactly as his desires urged him to. He tumbled Peter onto his back, almost losing balance himself. With his boyfriend vulnerable and laid out beneath him, Tony leaned close and– booped him on the nose.

"I was talking about you, underoos," Tony chuckled. "But if you're happy to share the title, I'd be more than happy to take it up."

A bit startled, Peter looked up at him with dewy-eyed innocence. It didn't take long for him to catch up, though, and soon he was smiling widely, blushing warmly at the man above.

There it was again, his hammering heartbeat. Tony's weight on top of him sent every inch of his body in overdrive. His lower half had no quarrels, no ounce of hesitation or regard over his embarrassment. In a second, his pants were becoming tight and uncomfortable.

"Yeah…" Peter answered hazily, brown eyes focused on Tony's lips in a silent plea.

Another soft, gentle kiss followed, then Tony smiled and sat up.

"I'll get us some more snacks. Rewind the movie a bit? Gotta finish it if we wanna be serious about building our own."

He'd brave the cold for more snacks and maybe the chill would help cool off some of his growing desires. With that, Tony got up but he made sure to keep the blanket tucked around the younger man.

Peter was thankful for it, as he sat up too, following Tony around with his adoring gaze. Thankful because the tent in his jeans was still successfully hidden.

He squeezed a pillow into his arms to release some of the tension. Raging hormones were very often the reason these hugs had to be cut short. But Tony never embarrassed him for it.

"Don't be long," the young man waved a hand while still trying to calm down. "Or I might come looking."

He gestured with his chin, and once Tony left, allowed his lungs to empty the heavy, love struck sigh that he had been keeping in since the start of the movie.

Tony's laughter could be heard from the kitchen but he returned quickly enough with a refilled bowl of popcorn. He kissed Peter's temple and passed him the bowl.

He rejoined him under the blanket and casually laid his arm behind the other's shoulder.

"You keep making threats like that and you'll see where it gets you," Tony grinned, then he turned back to the movie. "Okay, Friday, baby, hit that play button."

He had so many plans in motion leading up to Valentine's Day. He could only hope those plans weren't overkill, but as far as he was concerned, Valentine's Day was the perfect excuse to shower Peter with love.

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Tony had always been a generous person and towards those he kept close to his heart, that meant he'd shower them with gifts.

Holidays like birthdays, Valentine's Day, and Christmas were all excuses to do so. Truthfully though, he didn't need a holiday to show his appreciation. If he saw something that made him think of them, he'd buy it. If he thought up of something he could build, he'd build it.

It was that simple.

Peter was different though. No matter how many thoughts were crowding in his head, how many plans or schematics pulling themselves together in his mind, Peter Parker was there in the center of it all.

Tony had a plan for Valentine's Day and the last few days leading to it were very much included in them.

He sent roses. Not just the traditional red, but pinks and whites, yellows… Basically, a whole rainbow of roses. Each one had a note, handwritten personally by Tony and reminding Peter just what he adored about him. His smile, his laughter, his sharp, brilliant mind. Even just the way he pouted or grumbled when things didn't go exactly as planned.

Tony loved it all.

He sent chocolates and treats. Made sure Peter and May had nice breakfasts waiting for them in the morning. And during lunch, when Peter was studying or getting out of class, Tony would drop by and spend time with him.

One of those evenings, Tony took Peter to get a nice suit. It wasn't the first time Tony did it since there were plenty of events the Avengers had to attend, but this was more personal.

This was just for them.

Tony guided Peter through the process and together, they picked out a nice form fitting suit for their date. The look in his eyes was more than enough to convince anyone that Tony Stark was well and truly gone over this man.

And after, he took Peter out on the town. Nothing too fancy and nothing too exhausting. Their big day was on Friday so these were just small little things that Tony did to ease the building anticipation they both felt.

Thursday night, he dropped Peter off at the apartment. The suit had been tailored and ready for use. Tony may have helped to choose it, but he hadn't seen Peter wear it yet.

Tomorrow.

"Get some rest, sweetheart," Tony said. "I'll pick you up tomorrow, okay?"

Peter was glowing, a glow that many chased after in their life but only few were lucky enough to achieve. It spoke of things too dear for words, of having everything when his young heart was only in need of Tony.

That's what Tony was, his everything.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, boss." Peter grinned at his own little tease, and reached for the handle but stopped.

His eyes darted back, gravitated towards Tony. Playful and full of admiration, they said those three words that the two had shared plenty of times. Yet it was not enough, it would never be.

He watched the man go down the few stairs and before it was too late, Peter ran after him.

"Hey, you forgot something!" He called out to attract Tony's attention. As the older man turned, he was met with a sweet kiss on the lips.

"I love you," Peter whispered gently into it and just as quickly stormed back up the stairs, grinning to himself so widely that his cheeks were hurting.

That same night Peter was too excited to sleep. His palm rested on his chest that raced while he stared up at the dark ceiling. It was still decorated with little stars from when he was younger. When going to space was still a dream and nothing more.

He laid there for hours but it felt as if it was minutes. Tony held all his thoughts captive, their date and… what would follow.

Despite getting little sleep, Peter's youth gave him enough freshness the next day. He couldn't keep still through the morning and afternoon, and when it was still far too early he started getting dressed.

The suit was a marvel. A beautiful cream color that they had picked out together, its fabric one of the most expensive and finest in New York.

And yet, in some mind blowing way, while wearing it Peter managed to make it look like clothes hanging on a hanger.

"Oh no…" he palmed his cheeks while checking himself out in the mirror. "No, no, no…" The reflection stared back at him, full of rising doubts.

A clown, that's what he looked like. The resemblance was uncanny and Peter would rather hide in his room than let Tony see him this way.

Just then, when he was about to shed the jacket of the suit, his aunt came through the door.

"Oh my!" She gasped with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

"Nonono, don't say a word," Peter rushed to object, but his aunt had other plans.

She circled around and adjusted the suit on his shoulders. It fit like a glove - she could see it even if Peter's eyes refused to do so.

"You look stunning, dear. We just need to push your hair back… look at that," Without waiting for his permission her fingers work his curls back to give him a more sophisticated look.

A scoff pushed up Peter's lungs, but he gave in a little. "I just… I need everything to be perfect." he sighed, "Tony deserves perfect."

"Then he's lucky to have you, don't you think?" May smiled warmly and rubbed Peter's tense shoulders. "Are you sure there isn't something else that is bothering you, dear?"

They both knew she could read him like an open book, yet Peter shook his head. "Thanks," he answered quietly, a way for him to ask for his privacy back.

Once alone, Peter rubbed his sweaty fingers together, he was so excited that his blood raced, pumped full of adrenaline. The time was getting nearer and anticipation grew greater and greater inside his heart.

But, what if nothing worked out as planned? What if aliens came down and ruined their dinner! What if… what if he was a disaster in bed? Was it really a good idea? Was it really the right time?

The doubts were like a storm of crows and not before long, Peter was taking the jacket off again. Convinced of how absurd it looked, he left it on the bed.

His eyes caught glimpse of the photo he had printed, Tony and him, in their superhero suits, posing for a selfie. It was strategically attached on the headboard of his bed, near his pillow.

Warmth flooded his chest and without even knowing it, a smile shone on his face.

There was a knock on the door, the sound pushed him right out of his daydream.

"–Said I'm good, thanks!" Peter shouted to be heard, presumably talking to his aunt but he wasn't.

The door opened and Tony took a step forward before stopping dead in his tracks.

His lovely Peter was unaware of his arrival so he was able to drink his fill without feeling too embarrassed over his gawking.

In the shop, the color and material of the suit had caught both their eyes. Tony knew right away that it would be perfect for the younger man but Peter hadn't been so sure, despite looking at it with such longing.

Looking at him now, Tony was in a daze, stunned by how absolutely gorgeous his boyfriend looked. He managed to pull himself together and save his reputation.

In an attempt to look casual, he leaned against the door, a lazy but appreciative smile on his face.

"You look stunning, Pete," Tony complimented him. "My only regret now… is that everyone at the restaurant will get to see just how handsome you look. But I can't complain, can I? Nope, not, at all. This is me not complaining because… because I'm just so damn lucky you chose to be with me."

At the sound of this beloved, familiar voice, Peter turned back around with a surprised expression. A word was about to come out his lips but it got choked back into his throat.

Tony was breathtaking. Literally.

"H-hey, hey, hi. When… w-when did you get here?" Peter stumbled through the sentence.

The clumsiness was a unique quality of his, but Tony only found it endearing and entirely adorable. The older man gave a teasing smile, cocking his head and pairing it with a casual shrug.

"Just now," he admitted, "just in time to get the best view in the house."

Tony's compliments sank in after the young man blinked hastily for a short while to take in the heart stopping, smoldering hot looks of his date.

A blush heated his cheeks and Peter pushed a stray lock behind his ear.

"Thanks," he managed a polite response now that finally his brain was mostly back in working order.

Peter strolled forward to get closer.

"You don't look too bad yourself," he teased in return and quickly glanced behind Tony's back to make sure May was nowhere to be seen.

Satisfied, he took yet another step and pushed himself up to plant a kiss on Tony's lips.

Kissing Peter was as natural as breathing and Tony found it hard to pull away. His arm slipped around the younger man's waist, more than happy to have this sweet kiss linger.

Almost reluctantly, he pulled away.

"Just need one thing, then I can spend the whole night romancing and wooing you."

Tony gave him a cheeky wink before he went to retrieve the jacket. He held it up towards the younger man to help him put it on.

Peter's eyes moved from Tony to the jacket and back again. In some extraordinary way, the man put all his worries to rest. All insecure thoughts were silenced, leaving behind rosy cheeks and a beautiful smile.

He extended his arms and twisted his body accordingly so that the sleeves could slip back on. Firm and experienced hands straightened his jacket down the middle, leaving the few buttons open to show off the delicate, flowery pattern that adorned the inner lining.

"Consider me ready to be wooed," Peter said with eagerness aplenty while looking up, deep within the other's eyes.

Out of both need and habit, he caught Tony's hand to intertwine their fingers together. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice how sweaty his palms were.

The older man gave him a warm smile and before they set off on their date, Tony brought their clasped hands up. He pressed a tender kiss over the younger man's knuckles. The look in his brown eyes was just as earnest, full of sincerity and wonder.

"Plan has been set in motion," Tony said teasingly. "Be prepared, I'll knock your socks off."

Tony kept the mood light while always making sure there was a smile on Peter's face.

The dinner was… perfect. Not perfect in the sense that everything went according to plan, but perfect in that whatever problems they bumped into, they both overcame it.

Tony had insisted on driving them into the city. He had wanted the date to have a personal touch and he knew his boyfriend was still a bit self-conscious about being driven around. A limo wasn't exactly the most low key ride ever, and he liked the idea of personally driving them.

Their reservation for the dinner had been entered incorrectly. It was set an hour after they arrived and the staff had been nervous about upsetting the great Tony Stark.

It was Valentine's Day though, and while the restaurant was packed with dining customers, Tony didn't want to ruin the mood.

They spent the hour away at the bar, their two heads leaning together, murmuring casual conversation like secrets. Peter's brown eyes were mesmerizing in the dim light, seeming to glow with pleasure.

The hour went by quickly, lost in soft chatter and casual touches. They had appetizers to soften their appetite. A drink or two accompanied the food, the amount of alcohol way below their limit but just enough that the world softened around them.

By the time their table was ready, Tony almost suggested they go back to his penthouse right then and there. But seeing the beautiful smile on Peter's face, Tony made himself wait.

He had promised his boyfriend a candlelit dinner and even though he was sure Peter was well and properly wooed, he wouldn't stop there.

The candlelit dinner was a success and it was the best memory both would ever have. The picture taken then would be one of the favorites that Tony would ever come to possess.

The city was lit up in all its colorful glory in the background. Peter was rosy cheeked from Tony's sweet whispers, a shy but pleased smile on his face. And Tony had such a goofy but genuine smile that stretched from ear to ear. His face was slightly tilted, parted lips brushing against Peter's curls.

It was them, Peter and Tony, immortalized forever in digital data as the loving and silly couple they were.

Tony loved it.

And when they arrived back at the penthouse, Tony's scarf was curled around Peter's neck. It was damn freezing for February and just that small gesture showed how he truly cared for his boyfriend.

He slipped an arm around Peter's trim waist, tucking him close to his side as they rode the elevator up.

"Thank you for this," Tony couldn't help but express, "For… For being with me. Here. For talking sense into me all those months ago."

He kissed the top of Peter's head.

"I don't know where I'd be without you, kiddo," Tony murmured.

Tilting up, Peter's eyebrows showed a bit of surprise. Yet the young man's eyes were soft with adoration over this man that made all of his dreams come true.

Throughout the night he had been smiling so wide and so often that his cheeks were hurting. A small price to pay for happiness. Led by Tony's careful planning, by his calm and controlled demeanor, nothing could have possibly ruined their date. Not even aliens.

All that worrying had been a waste of time. Or, well, there was still something left to do. Something that Peter was looking forward to since the very start of their relationship. Before that, even.

He nodded, a wicked gleam playing in his big brown eyes.

"You're welcome," Peter couldn't keep a straight face and scrunched up his nose while fighting back a grin. Finally, he shook his head, curls bouncing around with the movement.

"No, I thank you, for everything you've done for me… and for tonight. It's… it's the best night of my life." The lingering traces of humor faded entirely from his face as he looked up at the older man with silent longing.

Peter held a tissue in his hands and for the duration of the elevator ride, he was twisting it around and around, essentially shredding it to pieces by the time they arrived at the penthouse.

With Tony's palm gently touching him over his lower back, the young man stepped forward. He had been here before countless times, yet there was nervousness in his step as if he was entering a place unfamiliar.

This was finally it. His heart swelled and pounded, close to erupting. Waiting one more minute would be a minute too long, so Peter twisted around to grip Tony's hand with his own that was cold and sweaty at the same time.

The lights of the city created a glowing mist outside the huge windows of the living room, behind Peter's dark form that pulled Tony in.

"Tony…" he let out with a wanton little tone and caught his lips for an urgent kiss.

The kiss took Tony by surprise but he had wanted to kiss and touch Peter all night. The sudden urgency was what caught him off guard but he rolled with it.

It was the easiest thing for Tony to wrap his arms around the younger man. Even easier to kiss those soft lips he'd been glancing at throughout the night.

It would've been so easy to forget himself and just take and take… Let his desires run rampant and truly lose control.

But.

But this was Peter, the love of his life.

Tony took control of the kiss. His fingers slipped into those wild curls he loved so much and with a tilt of his head, slowed the kiss to a much slower but sensual pace. When he pulled back, they were both breathless with pounding hearts.

He stroked a thumb over Peter's lips and cupped his face as he looked into his eyes.

"No rush, sweetheart," Tony said softly. "C'mon, as much as I loved seeing you in this suit, let's get you outta these, hmm?"

Tony led him into the bedroom and as he did, he loosened his tie and let it hang casually around his neck. Once inside, he turned towards Peter and let his eyes really take him in.

His Peter was so handsome. So breathtaking.

Tony couldn't help but get close again, backing him up until the door pressed against his back. He stole more kisses, hungry with increasing desire. Each one still maintained that slow, passionate pace, a buildup for what was to come.

Peter kissed back, still getting impatient from time to time, but Tony's touches didn't let things get out of hand. He was thankful that his partner took control, there was safety in it.

With his back against the door, he gripped the man's loose tie to drag it down just slightly so that their lips would stay connected. Their combined hasty breaths melted into one another.

Gradually, with the efforts of two sets of hands, Peter's jacket was coming off, slipping down his built yet slender arms to touch the floor.

The lights were on but dim, and Peter could see the way Tony was looking back at him, with the same unapologetic desire.

Next, his shaky hands tugged at Tony's jacket, a roll of the man's shoulders helped to shrug it off. Peter gasped softly into the kiss as the anticipation rose inside him to the point that it was making him dizzy.

"I want you, Tony," he whispered even though they both knew it.

The heat of his body had already skyrocketed, his pants had gotten tight.

"You got me, sweetheart," Tony replied in between kisses. "All yours–" Another kiss, another hungry sound. "–as long as you want me…"

"I don't… I don't want to wait anymore," Peter's voice was nothing more than a whisper. If it was just a little bit louder, it would break.

Tony didn't want to wait either, but he didn't want to rush either. It was becoming harder by the minute to continue this slow pace, but he wanted this moment to last. He wanted to watch the pleasure fill those honey brown eyes and catalog all the different sounds his Peter made for him.

"Here–" Tony slipped a muscled thigh between Peter's legs and pressed it right against the hard outline he felt earlier.

At the same time, his hands slipped from Peter's waist down to that sinful ass he'd been teased with for the better part of the year. He gave it a nice squeeze, satisfaction bubbling from deep within when it pulled a shocked, but delighted gasp from the younger man.

He massaged it and soft groans reverberated against Peter's mouth as he used his grasp to pull their bodies tight.

His own cock was half hard in his pants, undeniable proof of just how badly Tony wanted him.

"Just like this," Tony murmured, voice dropping low with want. "Let me feel you, just like this…"

Peter always got like this, even when they were doing nothing but kissing. Having his senses dialed up to eleven all the time came with consequences, it messed with his libido. Tony messed with his libido, he was to blame just the same.

"Ah…" his fingers dug deep into the man's button-up shirt, fabric wrinkling under blunt fingernails.

Slow and sensually, their bodies moved together. Tony's thigh gave him enough friction for his eyes to squeeze shut in pleasure, for his own hips to spring into motion without concern or shame.

"That's it, baby," Tony groaned, warm breath ghosting along the sensitive skin. "Just like that… God, you're so gorgeous like this… Wanna make you feel good, Pete."

Tony's touches and hot whispers led him on. A curse was about to break free from Peter's lips but it got swallowed down. A little more and his feet were barely touching the ground.

Silent whimpers met Tony's skin, as Peter bared down, pressing so hard against him while his tight body shuddered over and over again.

"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry-" Peter gasped before it was even over, muscles trembling still with the intensity of his climax.

Regret, he felt so much regret, he didn't mean to ruin it. Panting, he kept his forehead pressed against Tony's shoulder, the only available hiding place at the moment.

Tony knew what it meant the moment he felt Peter shudder and fall apart against him. Why did that turn him on so much?

He felt even more fever hot than before. It was the knowledge that he had given Peter pleasure that had done it.

To stop the litany of apologies, Tony kissed him again. Even if Peter came, his cock was still hard, still pressed against the other's thigh.

"You're beautiful when you come," Tony told him with a soft groan. "Don't be sorry, I love seeing you fall apart for me. This isn't the end, baby, unless you want it to be?"

The last bit was asked sincerely, no pout or even a hint of teasing.

A frantic shake of Peter's head was all that he got as a first response. The young man clung onto him, refusing to let go.

Tony nosed along Peter's jawline, just breathing in the scent of his skin.

"We can take a nice bath, soak in the hot tub and clean up," Tony suggested just in case Peter was done for the night. Then because he wanted to remind Peter that he was perfectly fine with whatever pace he wanted. "Maybe we can watch another movie and cuddle up on the couch?"

"No, no, please no," Peter used words now. The last thing he wanted was for this to end.

He still felt so hot but that was not important. Tony… He was right there before him. After this amazing night, he had to have more of him.

The man that embodied all his hopes and dreams was right there, he only had to reach out and touch him.

"I want to keep going… Want to… feel you." Peter panted, flushed still while his hands slid down the man's shirt, over the muscles of his chest and stomach.

"Can I?" With his head tilted down, he turned his wanting gaze back up to find Tony's.

Tony nuzzled against his jaw and then pressed a kiss to his panting mouth.

"You can do anything you want," Tony allowed, "but let's clean you up first."

He led the younger man to the bed. His hands slid to the front of Peter's body, pausing only for a moment until he got the green light to unbuckle his belt. He helped him step out of his clothes and kissed each available stretch of skin.

His shoulders, his collarbones, his hip bone. His knee. They all received a kiss.

Then when it was his turn, Tony stood and asked, "Do you want to, or should I…?"

An audible little gulp came from Peter's throat while he knelt on the bed, all naked, staring at Tony. The faint lighting cast soft shadows on both their bodies, illuminating them with an orange glow.

"I–" Peter's voice broke, too much excitement rushing through his veins. So much, in fact, that his spent member was once again taking an interest.

"I want to do it," He was already shuffling closer to the edge of the bed to reach him.

There was something so intimate about undressing another person. Tony felt a thrill at the thought that he'd get to experience this with Peter.

He stepped closer and let his hands drop so that Peter could take over.

One last time, Peter looked up at him to get his permission, before all his attention turned to what was in front of him.

His curled fingers reached out, hesitant yet eager at the same time. The suit jacket was long gone, but the tie slid off of Tony's shoulders with a soft hiss. The button-up was removed next, each button slipped carefully from its place.

Tony had long since gotten over any form of body shyness. He knew he was desired by many, but under Peter's gaze, he felt a small fissure of doubt.

Peter was fit and in the prime of his life. So beautifully sculpted and hard panes of lean muscle. Tony's body had been through a lot and the number of scars was a testament to that. The years had also started to take a toll and while he still had defined muscles from all his hard work, they weren't as defined as that of his boyfriend's.

His shoulders tensed the tiniest bit when the shirt was pushed open, conscious of the little bit of fat that had formed around his middle. Stubborn thing, human bodies, but Tony kept his eyes on Peter's face and found only curiosity and wonder as he explored.

Tony's shoulders relaxed and his eyes slipped halfway shut in pleasure, happy to know he was giving Peter what he needed.

There was no force strong enough in this world that could stop Peter from exploring Tony's lower half.

Slowly, he rubbed over the bulge, he couldn't make out much like this and his imagination ran wild. He had felt Tony's erection before, seemed to be big, bigger than him.

The sound of the zipper was almost as loud as Peter's hammering heart in the quiet of the bedroom. Dark underwear was revealed underneath, the shape and size of Tony's cock was even more defined.

Peter touched him, focused and biting his lip so damn hard that it was turning crimson. Fondling him over the fabric, he didn't make a peep until he gripped the waistband of Tony's underwear.

"I… I'll just…" Peter mumbled, looking back up again for a split second. His cock was fully erect between his pressed close thighs, a pearl of precum glistening at the very top of his tip.

"Go on, sweetheart," Tony encouraged.

He was using every bit of his will to stop himself from chucking his pants right off. It felt as though their roles were reversed and Tony was the one eager for things to progress. A slow, deep breath helped calm those rioting emotions.

"It feels good when you touch me," he said reassuringly. He then leaned down and kissed him, something he felt he needed to do.

His pants slipped down his legs and pooled to the floor. His underwear was the last thing left and he was leaving it to Peter to remove.

Carefully, the young man pulled it all the way down, letting Tony's cock spring free. Peter must have stopped breathing as he took in the shape of him, it was so gorgeous. Full of defined veins that trailed down the shaft to the finely trimmed dark hairs that climbed up Tony's belly.

Gaping, Peter blinked slowly, so slowly and so half-heartedly that his big brown eyes were never really fully concealed behind his eyelids.

"I'm gonna join you in the bed now, okay?"

"Mm? Mhm," Peter muttered a response as his thoughts got back in gear.

Tony enjoyed the slow tease of having Peter's hands on him but he couldn't help wanting to return the touches as well. He wanted to entangle himself in the other's embrace and enjoy Peter's sweet mouth in his.

With a nod, the young man shuffled aside so that Tony could climb up in the bed with him. As soon as he did so, Peter pulled him in to feel his lips.

Tony moaned at the contact, freely showing the pleasure he got from this simple act. He leaned in, one knee on the bed to help him balance as he chased after Peter's lips.

"I take it back…" Peter let his murmur into the kiss, "You're not the most handsome man alive, you're… no man at all," It was embarrassing to say that stuff but Peter's need was so great that he didn't care for Tony's likely teases.

The blush that warmed his cheeks was steadily spreading down his neck and up to the tip of his ears.

"You're unreal, Tony, it's not fair, not fair," he let himself go, pinned under Tony's weight, legs spread apart.

There was nothing between them, no clothes, no underwear. Bare skin rubbed over bare skin, exciting them both. Before he got too excited, Peter pressed his soles into the mattress and pulled them closer to his body.

"I'm ready, I want this, please," Even as he said that, his heated frame was shivering under Tony, a testament to Peter's unbearable impatience.

Tony kissed him softly and ran his hand up and down Peter's side. His fingertips slipped over the bumps of his ribs, up and down, in a soothing caress.

"Soon, baby," Tony promised him. He kissed him once more before he reached into the bedside for the lube and condoms before falling back into Peter's embrace. "Still gotta get you ready."

"Ever done this, baby? Even just during some solo time?" Tony asked, just so he would know how to pace himself.

He still wanted to be careful, still wanted to take his time, but Peter's answer would help him figure out what his young lover was familiar with.

With a shake of his head, Peter gave him a silent answer. For reasons foretold, Peter never had the need to stimulate himself more than, well, a little. This was his first time with another man but also, his first time exploring the great pleasures his body could provide.

Peter kept his eyes on Tony, never leaving him, not for a second. Theoretically, he knew what was about to happen, so he shuffled back on the bed to lay back down with a couple of pillows nudged between him and the headboard.

"I'm- I'm really clean, you, uhm, don't need to worry about that," he mumbled, clearly referring to the nether regions with which Tony was about to play.

Peter's heart couldn't wait.

His legs were quivering as he forced them apart.

Tony had no doubt that Peter was telling the truth. He, himself, had been very meticulous in grooming himself for their date tonight. Beard trimmer, hair styled perfectly, even though now it was ruffled from Peter's touch.

With the bottle of lube on standby, Tony really looked at his soon to be lover and noticed how nervous he was. It was understandable. His brave and courageous boyfriend found it so easy to throw himself in the face of danger in their everyday lives as a superhero, but this was different.

He was trusting Tony with his heart and his body.

Tony got on his knees and settled himself between his beloved's legs. Leaning over the younger man, he took the time to kiss him soundly, one hand caressing up and down his side in a soothing manner.

The heat between their bodies was enough to make him melt and his hard cock rubbed against Peter's erection. With one large hand, he was able to encompass them both, giving slow, almost teasing strokes.

"I'll take care of you, sweetheart," Tony promised. "It may feel a bit uncomfortable but it shouldn't hurt. You tell me right away if you need me to slow down or you want to stop, okay, baby?"

Quick nods came in confirmation. Peter's eyebrows were already pinched together, his lip sucked in while pleasure erupted through his lower half. Already, his fingers wrinkled the sheets and they were nowhere near getting started. Or so Peter's inexperience declared, unaware that even now, he was amidst making love with his one and only.

Tony's hips started to thrust, slowly and sensually, their cocks rubbing together. He got a bit of lube to slick their lengths and with a soft groan, Tony started to move against his lover.

"Want you to relax for me," Tony whispered against his gasping mouth. "Just wanna make you feel good again, Peter. Let me?"

He could tease and work Peter up all night if this was all Peter wanted. Just seeing the pleasure transform the younger man's face into a look of pure ecstasy was more than enough to have Tony feeling on edge.

How did he get so lucky to have this man in his life?

Peter's head pushed back into the pillows as his lips parted, letting out gasp after gasp.

"Tony… Tony…" he chanted, wound up to the fullest under the older man. "I'm getting close again," he let out breathlessly and peeked up at Tony with a hint of desperation.

Features shaped by pleasure, forehead shiny with sweat, Peter couldn't deny himself the sight of his cock pressing against Tony's.

"Oh… ah… I'll relax, I will, I want it," Words pushed out of his lungs with difficulty as he was doing anything but relaxing.

Tony slowed down, attentive to Peter's needs.

"Too much? Not enough?" Tony prompted. "Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you."

"You! I want you!" Peter had no answers other than the obvious. Swept up by desire, the world around him, around the both of them, had seized existing.

It was too much and yet not enough. Was it ever going to be enough?

Tony trailed kisses down Peter's jaw and nuzzled beneath his ear. His beard scratched against Peter's skin, leaving faint lines of pink in its wake.

His tongue peeked out, licking teasingly as he headed his way down to the younger man's collarbone. He released his hold on their erections as slippery fingers trailed down between Peter's legs over his hard cock and past his soft testicles. Tony gently rubbed against his lover's untouched hole, slicking it with lube.

"Breathe, Pete," Tony instructed, "Not gonna push in yet, but I need you to breathe for me. The more relaxed you are, the better."

He nuzzled against him once more then kissed the excited ticking of his pulse right at his throat.

"Bear down for me and it'll be easier…" Tony murmured, still circling… massaging… just letting his lover get used to the feeling of being touched there.

It was good. Peter mewled at the cold lube but before long, it warmed up, drawing heat from Tony's hot fingers and Peter's sizzling skin.

The tightness in his belly eased, encouraged by Tony's whispers that were leading him through this carefully. Peter felt kept, adored. He felt atop the highest mountain peak.

Under his arms, Peter's hands dove to grip around Tony's back. Right into his shoulder blades, his fingers rubbed red lines.

And he kept on breathing as Tony instructed, in and out, slowly. A perfect contrast to the pounding of his young heart. Another breath and ah–

"Tony," he called out into his loved one's lips. "It's good, feels good, doesn't hurt. Is it… is it good for you too?" Whispers full of need came, accompanied by cut off little breaths and a hopeful smile.

"Yeah, baby," Tony promised him, "you're making me feel so good right now… Feels like heaven when I'm with you."

One more circle before Tony decided to continue on.

"Gonna put a finger in, okay, sweetheart? Just bear down for me and breathe just like you're doing now," Tony told him before he nudged his fingertip inside.

With lube, it slid in nice and slick. He felt it the moment Peter's body clenched down, a natural response. So he waited, just letting Peter adjust to this new sensation.

"Does it feel okay, Peter?" Tony asked, nuzzling against his sweat damp curls. "You're doing so well for me, baby, doing so good already…"

For a moment, Peter laid there, surprised by the weird sensation. He nodded to ensure that Tony didn't pull back, yet soon after, shook his head as well, for nicely convoluted conclusions.

"It's weird," Peter admitted with a gasp, but Tony's murmurs reassured him once more, helped him relax just enough to not clamp down on the man's finger.

"Feels tight," Even as he said that, the feeling was already shifting. His tight rim adjusted around the digit, allowing for it to sink in further.

Rapid breaths followed, and Peter didn't need to speak for Tony to know he was starting to… like it. A gentle nudge of the young man's hips sought to push down, to take more of his finger until the tightness returned.

Then Peter's belly clenched all over again, his loose grip flexed.

"I didn't think… it would feel like this…" he even managed to spare a little laugh while drowning in Tony's kisses. Just as quickly, the humor drained from his eyes that looked up at the man pleadingly.

"More…"

Tony smiled into the kiss. He didn't want to deny him, but he didn't want to rush him either.

He gave him more, anyway. More friction, more sensation. Carefully, he started to pump his finger in and out, attentive to every minute change in Peter's expression.

It also filled him with awe to see the way the younger man's face flushed and grew lax with pleasure.

"So good…" Tony continued to praise him.

Once he was confident that Peter was ready to move on, he slipped his lone finger out, added some more lube, and then pressed two digits inside.

It was a time consuming effort but it was worth it. More than that, it was necessary because Tony wanted this to be perfect for Peter. It was almost a desperate desire, his need to make sure his young lover would look back on this time and just know how much he meant to Tony.

Sex was supposed to feel good. Body shyness and maybe some weirdness because it was new, but Peter was supposed to feel good about this. Everything Tony was doing was for him.

Two fingers became three and here, Tony had to pause. They had worked up to it, but it was still a lot. He could tell from the little crease that appeared between Peter's brows.

"Still good, sweetheart?" Tony asked.

He tipped the younger man's face towards his, brushing aside sweat damp curls and smoothing away the troubled line.

"I- I can't anymore, Tony, I can't anymore," Breathless and desperate, Peter's voice was rendered thick with his protests.

The words were almost like a splash of cold water. Tony was ready to fly off the mattress, about to do anything to make his boyfriend comfortable again.

But the worry faded as he realized the words meant something else. His tense shoulders relaxed and he slipped his fingers out of Peter's slick and loosened entrance.

The slow and careful process had tipped the young man's impatience into its breaking point. Rationally, it was what was best for him and for what was going to follow. But there was no sliver of logical thinking left in him.

He wanted Tony, he wanted him now. He yearned for him with such untamable passion that ache was a welcome trade off if it meant he could feel him sink inside.

"Please, I don't want to wait anymore, I'm ready, please," he begged in Tony's ear.

As much as Tony would rather prepare him for another thirty minutes, there was just no waiting for that long.

"I want to feel you, I want us… to become one," Peter's words come from deep within, from the most sacred place in his heart.

Tony couldn't deny him anymore. If anything, he'd take it nice and slow for him in the beginning and adjust to the situation. His own cock throbbed between his legs, an ache he had successfully ignored until now.

"We already are, Pete," Tony told him, but he still gave the younger man a grin.

He knew that Peter might retaliate for this. The careful preparation wasn't intended as teasing on Tony's part but he wouldn't blame his younger lover for seeing it that way.

He leaned in close, kissing him hard, before he pulled away.

"You know I can't say no to anything you want," Tony smiled, "And… and I admit, I was torturing myself there too. You're so handsome and perfect, Pete. It was like torture touching you like that, knowing we both wanted more…"

He retrieved the condom, effortlessly tearing a corner to open the package. Slick with lube, he pinched the tip before he rolled the condom down the length of his cock. A quick, measured stroke made sure it was properly slicked with lubrication and then he turned back towards his lover.

It felt so natural to slip between his legs and it felt so good to rub against him.

Tony's hands ran over his thighs and legs, hooking behind his knees and leading them around his hips.

"You want it like this?" He murmured against Peter's mouth. "Or you can ride me if you want. Let you control how much you take in."

He gave in to the desire to rub against him. His hips gave languid little rolls, providing the perfect amount of friction to tease his cock along Peter's erection and balls.

"Like this–" Peter whispered with no breath to spare. "Just like this."

Lips brushed over lips, chasing kiss after kiss.

There was silence, and then there was this, a moment of frozen time before an irrevocable change. It was the culmination of all their moments, all the happiness, all the sadness, all the emotions that ranged in between. But it wasn't an end, it was just the beginning.

Two hearts thumping hard and fast, triumphantly and yet with hints of despair. Perched at the very precipice of completion.

The sound of breaths that could never hope to suffice accompanied them.

"This is perfect," He needed Tony to be the one leading the action, because he knew, he would soon get lost in it.

Tony took just a moment longer as he memorized Peter's features. His curls were spread out on the pillow like a halo and his mouth parted, inviting. The warmth between their bodies and the warmth of their love… It truly was perfect.

Tony pressed closer, urged on by Peter's hungry hands and his trembling smile. He sealed his lips over his lover's as he nudged his hips closer. The tip of his cock nudged in as well, slipping slowly but surely into Peter's body.

Tony's name climbed all the way to his lips from the bottom of Peter's lungs as they emptied, but it didn't make it out. Dull ache stretched inside him, the same tightness and burn he had felt earlier only greater.

Yet, this was barely a fraction of what he was feeling. The discomfort was so closely intertwined with the surge of pleasure that he thought them to be one and the same.

Tony, his Tony… The fling that had turned into a firestorm through the years of watching him from afar, was finally allowed to combust.

With little noises and whimpers resembling too close the sounds he made during an orgasm, Peter clung on, toes curling mid air to release some of the tension.

Tony made sure not to rush. Even with his body's base instincts pushing for more, for faster, his muscles obeyed his mind as he took his time. He paused about midway, breathing coming out in shallow pants.

Tight heat surrounded the length of his cock and he paused, seeking reassurance from the younger man beneath him. Another soft kiss was pressed to the corner of Peter's lips.

"This okay?" Tony murmured as he rubbed some warmth into Peter's raised thighs.

"Yes- yes-" Peter gasped as sweat dribbled down his body. He nodded, words just weren't persuasive enough. They were coming out too desperate.

Tony breathed out some of the tension he felt. He could see it though, just how much Peter was feeling. The way his dark lashes fluttered told Tony that the experience was just on the right side of overwhelming.

He nuzzled close, hiding a silent groan against Peter's neck. Even though Tony was the more experienced one, being with Peter was just as overwhelming for him. Because… because he loved his funny, smart, and drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend.

He loved him and they were just… so good together. The next words that came out of Peter's mouth told him just how in sync they were.

"I love you, Tony, I love you," Peter's words came out like a prayer, whispered just between the two of them.

Tony erased those few inches that separated them and kissed him soundly. Peter's words rang in his mind, filled with the weight of his love.

His hand curved around Peter's cheek and he locked eyes with the younger man. Brown met brown, two souls connecting in body and soul.

"Love you, Pete," Tony told him, "Love you so much, baby… so much…"

Peter was so pliant and inviting beneath him. His lips were soft and sweet, and his arms, strong and assuring.

Tony moved with soft, gentle rocking motions, still mindful of how novel this experience was for Peter. He basked in the warmth of his body, all the while murmuring how Peter was so good and so perfect for him. A million words fell from his lips to describe the handsome brave young man he was so lucky to call his.

Just as he was Peter's.

Soon, Peter was able to take all of him and Tony groaned at the tightness that surrounded him. He still wouldn't let it fog his mind and he continued his work. It was a process but he found all those sensitive places inside of Peter that made the younger man's breath hitch and his toes curl in pleasure.

The strange sensation within Peter's body was swiftly shifting into something else. He thought it had been good this far, but the more Tony moved, the more gratifying the feeling became. Pleasure obtained so many layers.

Soon, his eyes were flying open, his mouth stretched apart as a rush of heat flooded his belly.

"Ah…! Tony…!" There was safety in knowing Tony's actions were deliberate. The man knew what he was doing to him, easily leading him up to that high and holding him there.

Tony moaned when he felt Peter tighten around him. He pushed back in, just like that, to stroke that sweet spot that rewarded him with such encouraging moans.

"There, baby?" Tony chuckled, eyes hooded with satisfaction.

"There-! It feels… so good!" The gleam of tears in his eyes never gathered enough room to grow and quickly dried.

"Mm…" Tony grunted and did it again and again.

The pleasure was clearly written on Peter's face and the older man hungered to do more, to give him more. The bed shook as he increased his pace, adding just a bit more force as he started to give his lover what he needed.

Sweat dripped from his hairline, cooling heated skin. He tossed his head back, ignoring the sweaty tendrils of hair that clung to his forehead. His focus was entirely on Peter and the way his mouth trembled, shaped into a blissed out 'O' as Tony made love to him.

He could feel Peter's cock pressed between their bellies and with one hand, he reached for it.

"Peter…" he sighed against his mouth, "You feel so good, baby… Wanna make… you feel so good…"

He started to stroke the hard length in sync with his thrusts. The amount of precum Peter was leaking by then was more than enough to slick his entire length. Tony's hand pumped, up and down, up and down, steady with just the right amount of friction to make Peter squeeze his eyes shut as the pleasure doubled, then tripled.

Tony's fingers tightened around his cock and with it, Peter's body clenched uncontrollably. He was seeing stars, squealing for air while his fingers dug into the back of Tony's neck.

Pleasure felt like a torrent, flooding him more and more with every rub Tony gave him, every thrust in his tight hole.

"Tonyy…" The young man keened next to his ear.

Peter had never called out to Tony this way before. Higher in pitch and fueled by an unbearable need, the name ripped from his burning lips when he came.

His cock pulsed in Tony's hand, squirting out spurts of cum even if Peter had come not that long ago. All his senses were consumed with lust and love.

TonyTonyTony…

Moans of fulfillment pushed out from his shuddering form. His mind went blank for that split second when he felt Tony pushing in the deepest. Squeezing him the tightest.

Peter needed to look at him. Too heavy to fully open, his eyelids danced softly, eyes made into narrow slits making it possible for him to glimpse at his lover.

Objective accomplished, Tony allowed himself to be fully present in his pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut with the threat of rolling to the back of his head and with lips parted, Tony chased after his own orgasm.

It didn't take much effort. Peter was warm and tight around his aching cock. Every thrust into his lover had Tony groaning harshly and unrestrained.

He could no longer hold himself up, consumed as he was by the need to press close. Peter's heart hammered against his chest, his own heart beating back against his ribcage in an answering call.

His name, spoken by his love, only stroked the flames inside him.

"Pete…" It was exhaled right against Peter's neck, lips brushing softly against sensitive skin.

Tony came with a harsh shudder as he sank in deep. He held Peter close in an almost bruisingly tight grip as he gave his all, emptying into his lover's body with stilted thrusts.

In the aftermath, his eyes opened, dazed for just a moment before they focused on the vision beneath him. Tony smiled and turned them on their sides. The cleanup was quick and efficient, the condom disposed and a spare washcloth used to wipe them down. Once done, he nuzzled against Peter's face, fingers curled in Peter's hair.

"How you feeling…?" Tony murmured. He stroked the edge of a cheekbone, lovingly and full of tenderness.

Next to him, nuzzling in close, so close that his nose was touching Tony's, Peter murmured sweet nothings in response. It was downright impossible to describe how he was feeling but he didn't really have to.

Glistening with sweat, his flushed face was glowing with the most spent, blissed out smile. All his adoration and amazement poured out his sparkling eyes, and after each breath, a little sound of astonishment followed.

"Tony…" he let out and pressed his lips on the other's, pulling back just as quickly to suck in a breath.

Peter was so happy that a small chuckle escaped his lips while he was still unable to answer Tony's simple question.

It took a few moments before he could look him in the eye and say, "Incredible… incredible… When… when can we go again?"

Tony had worried for a moment that it hadn't been what Peter was expecting but those words… The older man chuckled and buried his face in the crook of Peter's neck.

"Nap. Or cuddles, first," Tony demanded with a hint of laughter. "Then… Yeah, maybe we can do more."

He tilted his face to kiss Peter's jaw and then settled in, arms wrapped around the other. He didn't think he'd be able to resist for long, but then again, it wasn't like he wanted to.

"Second thought," Tony said as he sat up. "We can continue this in the shower. If you're feeling up to it?"

Peter grinned widely. His chest and heartbeat were still too rapid from the high that slowly drained away, leaving behind a fuzzy glow.

"No… You're right…" The young man gave in, eyes softening as he playfully tugged Tony back close to him.

"Cuddles first."

"Cuddles first," Tony agreed and kissed Peter's forehead before settling right back where he belonged.

#starker #madstarker writes #garnet is amazing #StarkerXOXO-2020 #fluff #moody mads #first time #NFF

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salvejoon · 5 years ago

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You Saying I Love You For The First Time

Kim Namjoon

You kept stealing glances at Namjoon, sitting next to you in your car as he stuffed his face with the burger he'd ordered. You had wanted to take him out to a fancy restaurant since you hadn't been spending time together lately, both his schedule and your own causing problems but when he texted you that practice would drag out, you decided to go to the nearest fast food chain.

Neither of you cared just as long as you were together.

You couldn't help but to snicker as he met your eyes and he had some ketchup on his chin. Shaking your head at how cute he looked, you reached over and wiped it off with your thumb, putting it in your mouth after, licking it off.

He gave you a grateful smile as he resumed eating his burger. This man right here, this chaotic, smart, beautiful man was stuffing his face with food and all you could think about was how he made you feel.

You had fallen deeply in-love with him over the last couple of months and there was no doubt in your mind that he was the one for you.

"I love you." You suddenly blurted out, the words leaving your mouth before you even had time to think and he almost got a whiplash at how fast he raised his head.

Namjoon swallowed his food and opened his mouth, his eyes wide, "W-What did you say?"

Your cheeks flushed as you repeated your words, "I love you."

His burger fell out of his hands, down into it's paper container as he stared at you, "Please say something." You mumbled, beginning to fidget with your sleeves as you averted your eyes.

Then you felt his fingers gently grab your chin, turning your head to look at him and he leaned across, swiftly catching your lips. You leaned into the kiss, your eyes fluttering close as he deepened the kiss and you timidly met his tongue with yours.

"I love you." He murmured against your lips before kissing you again, "I love you." He repeated again and you smiled, feeling tears stinging your eyes.

Namjoon then leaned back and placed his forehead against yours, giving you that dimpled smile you adored, "I'm so in-love with you that I can't function without you." He said softly, his food laying forgotten on the floor of the car.

A tear trailed down your cheek and you sniffled, smiling as he wiped it away with his thumb, "Those are happy tears, I hope." He said.

"Of course they are, idiot."

Kim Seokjin

You stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching your handsome boyfriend softly humming along to the music playing as he cooked. You smiled to yourself as he dramatically took the spoon, using it as a microphone as he totally immersed himself in the song.

It was still early morning when you'd dropped by before you had to go to work and many of the members were still sleeping. The sun's rays entered the windows, casting him in a orange light, highlighting his features. He looked so fine standing there in an apron, spoon in his hand as he sang along.

"What have I done to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?" You asked softly, announcing your presence, walking over to him, gently placing a kiss on his cheek, "Not only is he handsome, hardworking and an amazing singer.. He also cooks."

Jin smiled at you as he put an arm around your midsection, drawing you closer, "It's quite a catch, I must say."

You chuckled and leaned into him, "His ego is a little bit too big at times."

"Amongst other things."

"And a pig too."

He laughed and leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips which you eagerly accepted, "And an amazing kisser." You sighed as the kiss ended briefly.

Jin, still holding onto you, stirred the stew he was making, "I know."

You hummed, your arms going around his waist as you hugged him, "So many reasons why I love you."

He stopped stirring and stared down at you, wide eyed, "You..."

You smiled up at him, "What? You didn't plan for me to fall in-love with you?" You asked teasingly.

A bright smile spread on his lips as he enveloped you in an embrace, "I did." He whispered against your ear, "And I love you too, princess."

"Jin." You said after a moment.

"Yes, my darling?"

"The stew is..."

"Oh shit."

Min Yoongi

"Have you eaten anything today?" You asked and again, he nodded and hummed.

"Do you want me to get you a snack or something?"

"No thanks, babe."

You sighed and shook your head. It was clear he wasn't really paying attention to any word that you'd said.

"Want to hear about my day?" You asked, glaring at his back. Again, he just nodded and you began telling him about your day, "It was shit at work. Really. The printer was out of order, my boss was being an asshole and a coworker messed up the files for the upcoming event."

"That sounds fun, babe." He responded, his voice monotone.

"Then while I'm trying to fix the fucking printer, the nasty old bastard I've told you about, smacked my ass."

"Mhm."

"Telling me that I asked for it because I was bending over."

"Mhm."

"And you know what I did?"

"Mhm."

"I slapped him and told him that I have a boyfriend, whom I love, that would break his fingers if he ever touched me again."

"That's good, babe. I'm glad that you - What?" Yoongi finally turned the chair around, facing you as his brain registered your words, "Did you say what I thought you just said or did I hear wrong?"

You stood up from the sofa, groaning, "You didn't listen."

"I-I did but did I hear wrong?"

You crossed your arms, your jaw clenching, "Maybe."

"Babe." Yoongi stood up from his chair and slowly made his way over to you, "Did you just say that you love me?"

You glanced at him, "Yes." You murmured, gasping as he suddenly tackled you onto the couch, planting kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle.

"Damn. You have no idea how much I've wanted to hear you say that..." He trailed off and looked at you, laying beneath him, "I love you."

"So how about we celebrate it?" You wiggled your eyebrows, smirking up at him.

Yoongi simply kissed you again, intent on showing just how much he loved you.

Jung Hoseok

"Hobi~"

"Yes, my darling?"

"Try not to send your fans into a cardiac arrest with those hip thrusts of yours." You said as you cupped his cheek, "Even though I know how much you love doing it."

Hoseok chuckled as he turned his head to plant a kiss to your palm, "I'll try my best but sometimes I can't help myself."

You snorted, "Baepsae is a dangerous song for every ARMY out there." He simply chuckled at your words and leaned down to kiss you. It was brief and left you wanting more, causing him to smirk as you whimpered when he leaned back.

"I'll give you a personal show later, babe." He whispered, wiggling his brows.

"You'd better." You whispered back and stepped back as he turned towards the stage, "By the way..." You called after him and he looked over his shoulder as he walked.

"I love you." You yelled causing him to make a U-turn immediately, running over to you, taking you in his arms as he kissed you.

"Did you have to say that now?" He whined as he put you down gently, "I'm about to go on stage and you just said you loved me. Talk about bad timing."

"Sorry. I just couldn't hold it in anymore." You apologized with a small smile.

He groaned and quickly pecked your lips, "I have to go but I will definitely give you a private show later. I'm all fired up now."

You laughed and pushed against his chest, "Go, handsome. Namjoon is glaring at us."

Hoseok whirled around, blowing you a kiss, "I love you!" he yelled as he ran onto the stage and you felt a sense of pride at how loud the fans cheered.

Kim Taehyung

"Baby."

"Yes, Tae?"

"Can you give me my soda?"

"Anything for you."

You gave him his soda and he grabbed it without moving his eyes from the game on his computer screen. He was playing a soccer game whilst you were sitting beside him, simply watching. He slurped from the straw and put it down, squeezing your thigh in thanks.

Soccer didn't really interest you but you loved watching him play games. He looked so cute when he concentrated, his tongue sticking out, brows furrowed together, nose scrunched up in that cute way you adored.

You placed an arm on his desk, leaning your head on it as you stared at him. It was still weird to you that he could go from this cute man to a drop dead sexy guy in a matter of seconds. He snapped you out of your thoughts as he lost the game, cursing loudly.

"Damn it!"

"I'm sorry you lost the game. Perhaps you'll win the next one." You said softly, smiling timidly.

Taehyung glanced at you briefly before answering his friends over the mic, "Yeah, that's my girlfriend you just heard."

You raised a brow as he frowned, "She wasn't distracting me. She's just sitting here and watching."

"Do you want me to leave?" You whispered and he shook his head harshly.

"Guys, seriously... She's not - Hey, watch your mouth!" He growled into mic and you wondered what was said since it earned such a reaction but you loved it when he got all... Manly defending you.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, "You really sound like a loser right now, dude. Are you mad that I'm getting some and you're not?"

You raised a brow at his words, keeping quiet as Taehyung continued, "Please. She'd kick your ass any time... Really? Fine. Hang on." He put a hand over the mic before turning his head towards you, "My friend doesn't think you can beat him in Overwatch."

You slowly smirked, "If he's up to the challenge, then let's go."

Taehyung grinned, "Aight, you're up but don't come crying to me when she beats your ass." He moved over so you could sit by his PC and you booted up Overwatch. You were quick to choose a champion and the game started.

Taehyung watched you silently, knowing you were concentrating hard on the game but he couldn't help but to marvel at how amazing his girlfriend was, "I'm so lucky." He sighed happily, causing you to smile.

"Don't distract me, Tae. I'm trying to whoop his ass." You said.

"My friend says you chose the wrong champion for that."

You scoffed, "Let's see about that."

20 minutes later, Taehyung had to put down his headset and you could clearly hear cursing, causing you to smirk as you'd just won the game.

"Easy peasy. Next!" You resounded as you stretched your arms above your head.

"I don't think they'll want to play anymore."

"Aww. Pussies."

Taehyung quickly said bye to his friends and hung up. Then he rose from his chair and leaned over you, putting a hand on each armrest as he looked at you, "You're amazing."

You smiled at up at him, "I know."

"And sexy."

"Mhm. Keep going."

"And smart."

"Just a bit more."

"And so badass."

You grinned up at him, "And I love you." You said, circling your arms around his neck, watching his eyes go wide at your words.

"R-Really?" He asked.

You nodded, "Yes." At that, he leaned down and caught your lips with his, groaning as you moved a hand underneath his t-shirt.

"I want you so bad right now." He said against your lips, "But I have to say something first." You hummed, waiting, your hands caressing his stomach, "I love you."

You bit his lower lip in response, "Show me."

"Gladly."

Park Jimin

The rain was pouring down, bashing against the roof and windows of your car, the wind sometimes tugging at the vehicle. It was a real storm and sadly you and Jimin were caught in the middle of it, holding still on the highway as the traffic was heavy as an accident had happened.

Soft music was playing on the radio, filling the tense quiet between the two of you. You bit on a nail as you stared out the window, watching the cars next to yours, trying to shake the anger from your earlier argument with him.

You knew Jimin had a busy schedule, you were very understanding on that part. What you didn't understand was how he couldn't simply have texted you earlier, saying he'd be late for dinner. A dinner at that restaurant you'd booked a table for, 2 months ago.

You glanced at the time and internally sighed. There was no way that you could make it now.

"Are you still mad?" Jimin asked softly, hands in his lap as he looked out the window next to him.

"Yes." Was your cold answer.

"I said I was sorry."

"I know you did but that really doesn't change the fact that we're stuck in traffic because you were late." You ground out, "You didn't even bother sending me a text."

"I forgot and I'm really sorry about it."

"Yeah, well, this is the third time you forgot about me, Jimin." You spat and turned your head to look at him, anger and disappointment evident on your features, "I'm wondering why I even bother trying."

Jimin raised his head to look at you, "What do you mean?"

"Why do I even bother trying so hard to make us work when you keep on forgetting about me." You started, tears welling in your eyes as your emotions got too much to handle but you refused to cry, "I really don't see the point."

"It's not like I do it on purpose, you know? I can't help that my job takes up much of my time, just in case you forgot that I'm -" He rambled but you cut him off.

"You're an Idol! I know! You're very busy! I know!" You yelled suddenly, catching him off-guard, "I fucking know, Jimin!" The tears you'd so strongly held back started trailing down your cheeks, ruining the make-up you had spent so much time on, "But that still doesn't change the fact that I keep on hurting myself by loving you when you just keep forgetting about me!"

"L-Love?" He stuttered, his eyes wide.

"Yes, I love you, okay?!" You hissed, wiping your tears away angrily, "I love you so much it hurts." You said low, shaking your head.

"I didn't know..."

"Of course you didn't fucking know. I just told you." You rolled your eyes at him before adjusting the rearview mirror to look at yourself, "Christ, my make-up is all fucked up." You mumbled as you tried to wipe away the black strains on your cheeks.

"I'm... Scared." He admitted quietly.

"Of what?" You asked, not looking at him as you stared at yourself in the tiny mirror.

"You leaving me."

"I told you I'd never leave you but I'm really considering it because right now, it just hurts."

Jimin surprised you as he leaned over, hugging you tightly, his face buried in your chest, "I-I'm sorry." He said weakly and his shoulders began shaking, "I'm so sorry. Please."

"Jimin..."

"I've been so busy and so stressed out and I hurt you and I'm so scared that you will leave me because I don't think that I would survive it. Please don't leave me."

Your heart broke at his words but he continued, "Please. I know I fucked up and I promise it won't happen again. I love you so, so, so much. Please."

Your tears started up again and you felt horrible for having made him cry. You had just been so frustrated, disappointed and angry that you just spat out words. You knew he was working hard, you knew that he didn't do it on purpose.

Your hands gently pried him up from your chest, cupping his face as you looked into his teary eyes, "Please don't cry, baby." You murmured, wiping his tears away with your thumbs, "It breaks my heart when you do."

"B-But I'm so-" You cut him off by gently placing a kiss on his quivering lips and his eyes fluttered close.

"I'm sorry." You said against his lips, "I'm so sorry. I overreacted." You looked at his desperately, "I was stupid."

"No you weren't." He mumbled.

"Yes, I was."

He sniffled and smiled a little, "I love you." The words left his mouth again and you smiled at him through your tears, "So much."

"I love you more."

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook found you laying in his bed, sleeping soundly and he smiled as he lay down beside you. He gazed at you as you softly breathed, not stirring the slightest when he reached over and removed some of your hair from your face.

"So beautiful." He whispered, trailing a finger down the side of your face, "And mine."

You hummed in your sleep, your body moving closer to his and he smiled when your hand automatically went over to hold onto him.

"Love... You..." You murmured quietly. He stared at you wide-eyed, wondering if his mind was playing him.

"Mine... Kookie."

He decided to wake you up by gently pecking your lips which caused your eyes to flutter open, "Mmh?" You smiled tiredly as you saw him laying next to you, "Hey handsome." You greeted sweetly.

"Hey yourself." Jungkook moved his face closer to yours, staring into your dazed eyes, "How are you feeling?"

You sighed deeply as you scooted closer to him, placing a leg over his hips, "Much better now that you're here." You mumbled, your eyes fluttering close as you still felt tired.

"Did you know that you talk in your sleep?" He softly asked.

"I didn't..." You yawned and continued, "Did I say anything exciting?"

He shrugged, "Not really. Just said that you love me, that's all."

"Mhm... That's goooWHAT!" Your eyes shut open and you stared at him, "I-I said what?"

"That you love me..." Then he frowned, "Unless you were talking about someone else." He quickly smiled at you swatted his shoulder, pouting.

"Of course it's you, idiot." You rolled your eyes, "I still can't believe I said it in my sleep..." Your head fell down onto the pillow with a sigh.

"I think it was cute. Surprised me though." He admitted and rested his head on his arm as he looked at you.

"I bet it did." You rolled onto your stomach and rested on your elbows, "But I meant it."

"Hm," He began tracing lines on your lower back, slowly hiking up your blouse, "Say it again."

You smiled warmly, "I love you."

Jungkook beamed, "I love you too."

#bts reaction #bts love #bts members #bts rm #bts jin #bts suga #bts jhope #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts jungkook

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boku-no-loveletters · 4 years ago

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Hello!! Could I get a match up with the league villains?🥺 I’m 170cm tall, I’m skinny (sadly I’m shaped like the letter I and rll self conscious ab it) I have shoulder length brown hair with two blonde stripes in the front, grey eyes. I’m a mix of a calm and logical person and a childish person with dumb jokes who can’t even sit still. I luv playing video games, reading, drawing. I usually wear dark oversized clothes or baggy pants with small tops. I’m european so my accent is rll thicc.Thank u!

Hey, what’s up? Hope you enjoy your match-up!

I matched you up with…

Shigaraki!

He's feral but I loved him since the beginning

-Now there are actually multiple reasons as to why I matched you up with Shigaraki, one of them being the fact that you are calm and logical but still allowing yourself to be loose and crack a few jokes sometimes. I think Shigaraki would respect that and probably admire your humor.

-Being calm and logical around Shigaraki is important, because he has very heavy mood-swings and being able to keep your composure if he switches dispositions will earn his approval. And while that is important, Shigaraki would probably also enjoy a carefree soul, so if you have the tendency to slip a dirty joke in on a conversation and make him crack a smile then you’re on the right path.

-The chances of you and him running into each other would either be by pure chance or an unintended every day occurrence. He could be a casual looking citizen who you have no idea is walking around in the streets with other people or he could be the one who was responsible for holding you captive. In an accident.

Well shit.

This is how it ends, huh? Being restrained in a villain warehouse where nobody will find you after they strip you of your skin and throw you out the door faster than you could say ‘sorry’?

Not to mention, earlier you kept thinking that nothing bad was going to happen today. That everything was going to be sugar and rainbows, that it was all going to be fine. But you were oh, so wrong.

"You fucking jinxed it, you idiot," you growled to yourself before attempting to slam the large and heavy cuffs on your wrist down on the metal chains dangling from your ankle.

But it didn’t budge, you reeled back the both of your wrists and tried again, still to no avail.

To be honest, you had absolutely no idea as to why you were being held here in this crappy makeshift hideout against your will. One minute, you were simply walking out of your apartment going to get some much-needed groceries from the store, and the next thing you know, you're being stabbed with a needle in your neck before blacking out completely.

Snarling in disappointment, you took a deep breath and then slumped down to your knees with your back facing the wall. After your little endeavor at trying to break free, your body temperature flared up and made you more heated up than normal. You must be getting sick or something because it was either you or the bands on your wrist making you burn up!

But the metal of the room surrounding you was unusually cold and so you used that to your advantage and turned gently, making sure to press as much skin to the wall as you could. The chilled and smooth surface helped immensely as you felt the searing hot sensation fade away.

You sat for a moment, feeling a wave of drowsiness hit your senses as you continued to be still.

How long have you been out? Would it be appropriate if you were to fall asleep again? Well, it's not like you were going anywhere soon and it certainly didn't feel like it was going to harm you if you got any sleep.

So you did. You closed your eyes deliberately before shifting into a more comfortable position and getting some well-earned sleep, hoping to have some sort of good dream before dwelling into your death.

But unfortunately, your time had come sooner than expected. Because as immediately as you tried to gain some repose, a soft click could be heard echoing across the room as the door unlocked to reveal a pale hand lightly opening the large ingot door leading to the entrance.

The pale hand followed up to unveil the shape of a man dressed in a plain black trench coat and tacky dress pants with multiple detached hands on different parts of his clothed limbs. Three were seated on each arm and his shoulders had one individually while his neck and the back of his head had one apiece. The most interesting one, however, was the single hand obscuring his identity from your view.

You could see he was dangerous. Not just because of the limbs, but rather the ominous demeanor he held over his presence and the fact that he seems fully aware of your current situation.

Not long after he had walked in was he followed by two other figures. One was a male with jet-black hair in another simple black jacket and matching pants with various amounts of marks and staples decorating his scarred body and the other was a shorter female. Her ash-blonde hair was loosely wrapped in twin buns, strands of wild stray hairs centering in different angles as two fringes on each side of her face framed her oddly innocent looking appearance as she donned a plain seifuku with a regular Kansai collar.

The greyish-blueish haired male mentioned beforehand was staged in the center of the room and the two other people, which you assumed to be his associates, positioned themselves each on one side of him.

Silence enveloped the room, the heavy steps of their shoes coming to a stop as they gained sight of your poor, slightly hunched figure.

He then clasped his hands behind his back before turning, what you thought to be, his gaze to the other walls. His back faced you as his accomplices kept their eyes fixed on you, watching your every movement so that you didn’t aim to escape.

“So, ” he began, “Do you know why you were brought here for?”

You shook your head no as you tried to keep your cool, already feeling the tension in the room rise by the minute. The burning sensation from a while ago returned and grew from warm to nauseating as it quickly surrounded your senses. Sweat began dripping down your forehead as your stomach did reoccurring backflips.

You could almost feel the other two burn their eyes into your torso, internally gnawing at your emotions despite their placid expressions.

He simply hummed before returning his sight on you, his hands still not leaving their positions as he took a few strides in your direction and stopped a couple of centimeters away from your feet.

You lifted your head to gape directly at the hand covering his face and from the side of your perception, you could make out a pair of piercing blood-red orbs. The wicked glint in his eyes threatening to make you lose your composure, as he then backed away to give you some space. Much to your relief as you released a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

You internally quivered as you let your gaze drop to the floor before hearing a heavy sigh of what appeared to be..frustration?

"There has appeared to have been a mistake made. You are not whom I intended to be after." he finally spoke, the stillness after was deafening.

"The idiots out there must have grabbed the wrong woman," he emphasized, " A woman with brunette hair, just like you."

You raised your head and suddenly put up the largest grin you could muster at the moment. Your whole dampened attitude instantly lighting up at the possibility to live another day and forget all about this encounter.

"But, another problem strikes the current situation at hand. We simply can't let you free and go off telling another hero about our location, " he defined as your smile began to falter.

"So we'll give you three options. We'll let you go scot-free and you keep your mouth shut while my subordinates check in on you from time to time, you join the league free of surveillance and a life free of heroes, or you die at the hands of my comrades?"

"Wait...You're giving me a choice? For real?" you questioned, "You're not just going to kill me?

"No, I am not, " he answered, "Why would I? It'd be a waste and sweeping up the ashes of another dead person and concealing the evidence is enough work already."

You shivered in fear but still hummed in agreement, yet slightly suspicious of this man's intentions but not willing or bold enough to question his motives. So you went with the safest alternative, they let you go and kept an eye on you while you continued to live out your daily life in semi-peace.

"The first choice," you replied confidently. "I don't want to be involved in you guy's problem and I'm sure the other option is self-explanatory, Mr. Handyman."

He simply chuckled dryly in response to your joke before looking at you once more and snapping his fingers, then everything went black.

-You were knocked out, again. Though the next time you woke up, you found yourself in your living room laying on the couch unharmed. You checked you wrists to find that the cuffs of your restraints left a mark deep in your skin as it burned a bright sweltering red. You didn’t notice a bright piece of yellow paper sticking to your chest until you brushed your fingers over your collarbone. A neon lemon sticky note was attached to your shirt, you ripped it off and examined it closely. It said…

-Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open, we’ll be watching you.

-And so you didn’t really sleep that night because of both the LOV and the fact that you had taken more than the usual amounts of naps you were prone to take during your free time. But other than that you continued on with your life and moved on, almost forgetting your previous encounter with the S rank villain.

-The next time you had met him was when he arrived about a month later and by that time you had nearly forgotten all about what happened back there. So when he came to check up on your status and making sure you weren’t attempting to leave the country, he was surprised to find you living comfortably with no sign of your apartment faltering and in poor conditions.

-He knocked and waited patiently, his casual black hood and oddly bright red sneakers helped concealed his identity as he stood still. He had imagined that you thought that you were being left along, that you would trembled beneath his gaze again. But when you opened the door to reveal yourself, you just stared at him.

-You stood there trying to remember who this man was, but he didn’t say anything and instead pushed you aside and made himself at home. He walked to your living room and plopped himself on the couch before removing the hood from his head.

- “Oh, yeah Mr.Handyman”

-You didn’t say anything and instead switched the TV on. You sat down next to him as you felt his eyes burn holes into your back.

-And that’s how it went on for weeks, Shigaraki would always come up to your place to ‘Check and make sure you’re not alerting anyone’ and basically just hang out. The probability of him actually getting comfortable would take somewhere around 2-3 months once he realizes you’re not a threat.

-He won’t even do that much except lounge around and play video games with you, it’s not that villainous except for when he threatens you.

-I think that Shigaraki would enjoy playing video games with you as long as you let him win sometimes. He’s extremely petty so if you won three times in a row and haven't let him get in on a victory , he’ll probably make a fuss about it and not play for awhile. If you’re drawing or reading and not paying attention to him, that’ll probably get on his nerves a little bit too.

-He’s a dick. And yes, that’s something to worry about.

-Love…what is that? Sounds disgusting. Shigaraki is not that emotionally intelligent due to the fact that he had been deprived of tenderness the majority of his childhood so having someone act normal around him and unintentionally be kind to him makes him feel…weird. He doesn’t understand what the warm feeling in his chest is and why it makes him stir.

-You can make him crack a smile. You can make him laugh with your corny jokes and lift up his spirit after a bad day. He doesn’t know what it is, but he likes it and wants all of it.

-So the next time he had come in, he had told you about what kind of odd effect you had on him as he described it in the most surreal way he could say it. When you explained the feelings to him, you had also suggested dating to which he agreed after he had a proper grip on what he had just been told.

-Now Shigaraki has not received a lot of affection from his family during his childhood, only his mother and sister has provided him with physical endearment so that will obviously have an impact on his behavior now that he realizes how touch-starved he’s been.

-He will not however, under no circumstances, put his hands on you unless the situation calls for it or you gave him permission to. He does not want the same incident to happen to his significant other as it did his family. That’s the reason why he starts slightly trembling, which could be indicating a panic attack (as I imagined him to have a handful of episodes already.

-So If that happens, then you’d have to use your rationality and be careful. Get his special gloves and calm him down through the emotional episodes.

-I don't think the rest of LOV would mind you, Dabi wouldn't care about you at all but would still keep an eye on you while Toga and Twice ;-; would make small talk with you.

-So Shigaraki and you are more than a perfect fit, your personality traits don’t exactly clash but instead pick up where another one falls down! Your decisiveness and rationality along with your humor and liveliness helps balance you on the scale whereas Shigaraki’s standoffish and aloof position keep you both on your feet.

So I hope you liked this match-up! Writing the clip for this one was fun!

@idontknowuwu3

#Shigaraki Tomura #Tomura Shigaraki #bnha #mha #mha match-ups

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utopianvoices · 6 years ago

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paws off | l.minho

↭ genre: relationship au; fluff

↭ word count: 2.5k

↭ a/n: thanks for the request love!! i’m not sure what genre you want so i’ll just go with my own ideas if that’s okay <3 it’s my first fic after quite a while so i hope it’s not too shitty asldkfj hope you like it :3

↭ prompts: “It’s not mine, I swear.” - “How is it not fucking yours!”

↭ warnings: explicit language

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“Y/n, no. We’re not going in there. The last time we went there you wouldn’t leave even past closing time and we were practically kicked out,” your boyfriend huffed, stuffing his hands into his black leather jacket that he, after much persuasion and threats, claimed back from you. “I’ll take you to any fucking shop, except that shop.”

“Oh come on, Minho. Stop being such a party pooper,” you whine, tugging on the hand that was clasped around yours, turning around to face your boyfriend who was staring holes at the shop’s entrance.

Happy Paws, it read.

You had always wanted a dog — a really fluffy, cute, energetic one — to brighten up the atmosphere in your new shared apartment with Minho. Both of you had decided to get an apartment together after being together for nearly two years, and everything was perfect. Except for one thing.

Minho didn’t like dogs.

He only liked cats and although you had tried your best to continuously show him photos and videos of dogs, it never worked.

y/n: [15 photos attached] y/n: babe, check this out!!!! it’s so cute (ಥ﹏ಥ) side hoe: first of all side hoe: why are you texting me, i’m right opposite you side hoe: second of all side hoe: stop sending me fluffy devil photos ffs

That definitely earned him a kick and a threat of making him sleep on the couch, although the both of you knew that that was never going to happen; you needed your cuddle buddy.

Every time the two of you paid a visit to the shopping mall 3 blocks away from your apartment, you would drag Minho into the pet shop, and he usually grudgingly complied. However today, he wasn’t in the mood to have “fluffy devils” — as he liked to refer to them as — pouncing on him and licking him all over as if he were some ice cream bought on a hot summer day.

“No, Y/n. I’m not coming. So if you really want to, you can go ahead while I go visit H&M,” he announced firmly, gently prying your hand off of him, and turning to walk the opposite direction towards the retail outlet.

You sighed and cast a last glance at the neon sign — which flickered every now and then due to the lack of maintenance — and jogged to catch up with your very, very grumpy boyfriend.

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The theme song of F.R.I.E.N.D.S was blasting as you lay lazily on your couch, scrolling through Twitter and saving a funny meme every now and then.

With your pyjamas on and with a bowl of popcorn on your lap, you were not in any mood to move, already merging into one with your couch. But fate wasn’t on your side. Not even 15 minutes into your favourite show and your doorbell rang incessantly, not even giving you time to get yourself together and walk over to the door.

Only one person was that impatient, and that was Han Jisung, the bane of your existence, also known as your best friend.

Setting your popcorn bowl down on the table, and turning down the volume of the TV, you noticed that the weather had completely shifted from before you started your show; it was a downpour. Quickly hurrying to the door, you opened it gently, only to be pushed back as Jisung slammed the door open, hurrying in, completely drenched.

“Ew, Han Jisung! GET OFF MY CARPET!” you screeched, kicking his legs as you pulled him away from your precious cream coloured wool carpet that took you months to save up for. If anything were to happen to that carpet, you knew that you were going to make Jisung pay for every single cent.

“Geez, calm yourself woman. It’s just a carpet!” he exclaimed, looking around nervously. “Is Minho home?”

“No, he’s out for dance practice. Why?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at his tensed posture and nervous glances; something was definitely up. “Why do you look like you just committed a crime?”

At this, Jisung let out a nervous chuckle, holding his coat tighter and moving slightly away from you, trying to hide whatever he was guilty of from you. But you were too observant and immediately zeroed in on the problem.

“What’s up with your coat? The first thing you do is throw your coat onto the couch, so why are you holding onto it as if your life depends on it?” you enquired, moving closer to him, wanting to get to the bottom of his weird behaviour.

“U-uh, its nothing! It’s just really cold here and I think I really need to keep my coat on, in case I fall sick? Yea, because of that,” he stuttered out, sounding more like he was convincing himself instead of you.

That’s it, you knew something was wrong. Your best friend never stuttered unless he really did something that he knew was going to piss you off.

“Spit it out, Han Jisung, or else I’m going to tell Felix about your crush on his sister,” you said, smiling slyly as his eyes widened in horror. If there was anything scarier than you being mad, it’s Felix being mad, especially when it involved his precious sisters.

“Omg fine I’ll spit it out, but before that, let me explain clearly so that-” he started, but was cut off by a small sound coming from his coat. One that sounded a lot like a bark.

You heard it again, surprise filling your eyes as Jisung’s shoulders drop in defeat, hand reaching into his oversized coat to carry the cutest puppy you had seen in your entire life.

“I was walking over to Felix’s place from the mall when it started pouring and I saw this little fella running around trying to find shelter. It was so tiny and looked like it was lost so I just grabbed it to check for a collar,” he said, scratching the puppy behind it’s (you hadn’t checked for genders) ears as the puppy cuddled closer into him, visibly shivering. “There was no collar,” he continued, pointing to the pup’s empty neck. “I couldn’t just leave him there, but I couldn’t bring him back to my campus because my RA doesn’t allow pets.”

“So, your dumbass thought that it would be a great idea to bring it to my place where my boyfriend, who LOVES dogs, lives with me,” you deadpanned, causing Jisung to chuckle sheepishly and scratch the back of his head.

“Hey Y/n, I just saw an extra pair of shoes outside. Who’s here?” Minho’s voice travels through the apartment, causing both you and Jisung to jump on your spot. Oh no.

You stood frozen at your spot, unable to move, as Jisung ran into your master bedroom and hid the puppy under the bed, immediately taking off towards the way out of your apartment.

“Oh hey, Jisung! I didn’t expect you to be here-”

“Yes yes, it was great meeting you Minho! I gotta go now,” Jisung says, words rushing out of his mouth as he ran out of your apartment at the speed of light.

Minho just stares at the door, unable to comprehend what just happened, when he saw you standing in the middle of the apartment, still unable to move from your spot for fear of what might happen if Minho found out about the new uninvited guest.

“Hi love,” he drawls out, as he places a soft kiss on your lips, a usual greeting between the both of you when either of you gets home. “What’s up with Jisung?”

The kiss seemed to snap you out of your thoughts, as you chuckled nervously. “H-Hahaha just typical Jisung, you know?”

“True,” he nods along, as he walks towards your bedroom, dying to get into the toilet for a nice hot bath.

Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed Minho and swerved him away from your bedroom, causing him to collide with the wall behind him.

“Woah nevermind Jisung, what’s up with YOU today?” he asked, surprised by your sudden movements.

“Uh... I just wanted to say that you look so amazing today? Like wow, how am I dating a GOD,” you say, throwing compliment after compliment, hoping that it will distract him from his usual chores. If there was something that Minho loved more than you, it was being complimented by you.

His surprised feature slowly morphed into one of his infamous smirks, as his hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Hmmmm I like what I’m hearing. Go on,” he encouraged, smirk ever present on his flawless face.

You started off your list, relieved that his attention was diverted to you and the words spewing from your mouth, and not at the tiny creature lurking around in your bedroom, curious about its new environment.

With every compliment, the space between both of you decreased, as the reason you even started this was erased from your mind. Right then, it was just you and Minho, everything else forgotten.

You stared into his eyes, captivated by the intensity he held in them, as it spoke stories to you. It never ceased to amaze you; how you scored someone Lee Minho.

Just as you felt the ghost of his lips on yours, eyes closed and heart beating erratically, the both of you heard something that caused you all to freeze on the spot. You, in fear that you had been caught, and him, in confusion.

Woof.

Well, fuck.

“What was that?” Minho asked, glancing between you and your bedroom door, the confusion slowly dissipating as annoyance took over his features.

“W-what? I didn’t hear anything?” you forced out, avoiding eye contact with the boy in front of you.

Before you could stop him, he marched towards your bedroom and yanked the door open, your words of protests dying in your mouth.

Less than a minute later, Minho stomps out, fury written all over his face as he points to your bedroom. “What the fuck is that doing here? You know I don’t like dogs, and yet you buy one?!”

“It’s not mine,” you start, letting out a sigh at the fact that you had successfully pissed him off.

“Come on, I’m already pissed, don’t give me stupid excuses.”

“It’s not mine, I swear!” you say, raising your voice slightly to prove your point.

“How is it not fucking yours?!” he shouted back, causing you to wince at his tone. You face the floor, unable to look at him as the guilt of doing something that he didn’t like ate you up, even though it wasn’t really your fault.

Your eyes didn’t leave the wooden flooring even when you heard a retired sigh leave Minho’s lips, footsteps coming towards you as you finally see his socks clad feet right in front of you.

“Jisung left it here,” you started, slowly lifting your head to look at him. “It was raining and it was lost, and Jisung brought it here because his RA doesn’t allow him to keep pets. I’m so sorry, I should have told you sooner, but it just happened really fast and I didn’t want to piss you off, but that didn’t really work out very well so now you’re mad and-”

“I’m not mad,” he said, cutting you off. “I was just surprised and assumed you got one without even telling me. I’m going to kill Jisung,” he finished, pulling you in for a hug, as an indication to prove his words — he really wasn’t mad.

You buried your face into his chest, taking in a deep breath as his scent calmed you down, causing you to squeak out one last “I’m sorry”.

“So... What are we going to do now?” he asked, staring at you expectantly. Oh, right. The problem wasn’t solved.

“Um, I can ask around for anyone who’s willing to take it? But that’ll take time, wouldn’t it? And since you don’t like dogs, we can’t keep it here, so maybe I could go to that pet store at the mall and get them to keep him? I don’t know if they do such things but-” you rambled on, disappointment growing in you at the fact that you had to give away that cute little thing that had found its way into your heart at first sight.

“We can keep him,” Minho cut in, causing your ramble to come to a halt. You blinked at him, mouth half open, unable to believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

“Close your mouth, honey. You’re going to catch flies,” he said, shaking his head slightly as a smile grew on his face. “What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I don’t give my girlfriend what makes her the happiest? I could see the disappointment on your face, baby. And there’s nothing I hate more than that. So maybe I can make some space for that fluffly devil in this house.”

Your heart was threatening to burst out of its seems as he finished his little speech, your face immediately lighting up, as you threw your hands around him, causing him to stumble backward.

“I love you I love you I love you,” you chanted, as you untangled yourself from him after planting a kiss on his cheek, rushing towards the bedroom to introduce your new puppy to your boyfriend.

“Hey! You better not forget about me, alright? I better be receiving more love than that fluffy devil!” your boyfriend called out, only to be met with your beautiful laugh bouncing off the walls.

You cradled your new baby in your arms as you carried him (you finally checked) out into the living room, as Minho waited expectantly to see the little creature that got you so happy.

As soon as his eyes met yours, the puppy squirmed around in your arms, indicating that he wanted to be let down. As you bent down and gently placed him on the ground, little paws rushed towards the boy in front of you, as the puppy rubbed himself against Minho and nudged him with its nose, clearly wanting to be held by Minho.

Hesitantly, Minho picked the little one off the ground, instinctively scratching the little pup behind its ears, causing the little canine to relax into his arms, its small tongue poking out from the side of its mouth.

You cooed at the sight in front of you, happy that you could see Minho’s walls slowly break down around dogs.

“It’s true,” he spoke up, causing you to look at him curiously. “It’s different when it’s yours, and not just some random one roaming the streets.”

Your eyebrows raised as you let a small chuckle escape you. “I’m pretty sure that’s only applicable to children.”

“Oh, right.”

You walk over to where Minho was busy playing with the new pup, joining both of them on the floor. Sometimes going through hardships to attain something, just made it that much more satisfying. You smiled to yourself, as you made a mental note.

Thank Jisung later.

∞ end ∞

#skz-writersnet #skzwriters #district9net #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #lee minho imagines #lee know imagines #lee minho scenarios #lee know scenarios #lee minho #lee know #dee scribbles

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ukulelecal · 6 years ago

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Last Night

In which you and Luke have a drunken one-night stand, and have an awkward morning after.

Warnings: Mentions of sex (there’s no smut though) and alcohol/getting drunk, one night stand, some swears

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Requested By: N/A

A/N: this is so bad but i don’t wanna study for finals so i did this instead. also pls send me requests i’m desperate

Requests are OPEN!

*Gif not mine*

Naked and hungover in a stranger’s bed was only partially how you expected to wake up that morning.

Hungover, sure. When you and your friends headed out to a club the night before, you had absolutely no intentions of staying sober. It was your night to let loose and have fun.

But, you had planned on getting an Uber home and waking up in your own bed...alone. That, unfortunately, was not the case.

You opened your eyes and glanced upwards to see exactly whose bed you had fallen into. The sleeping boy had curly blonde locks and plump lips. He was gorgeous, for sure, but that didn’t make you feel any less guilty.

More memories started to flood back to you.

His name was Luke. You two had been dancing, both equally drunk, and he invited you back to his place. Things had been heated between you two before you even left the club; one thing lead to another, and now here you were. Head resting on his bare chest with your arms wrapped securely around each other.

You weren’t the type to just leave after a one-night stand, despite how awful you felt. You needed to talk to him, come to some form of conclusion about what came next. Forget about each other and pretend like it never happened? Keep seeing each other? You had no clue what he would want, hell, you didn’t even know what you wanted.

Carefully, you removed yourself from his his grasp and climbed out of the bed without waking him up. You picked up your dress, panties and bra that were laying in a lump on the ground, cringing slightly as you slipped them on. Luke’s large shirt that lied not far from your own clothes looked tempting, or even raiding his dresser for a pair of sweats sounded great, but you reminded yourself that you didn’t know this guy. You couldn’t go around wearing his clothes...even though you clearly had no boundaries the night before.

You then sat down on the edge of the bed next to Luke and gently shook his shoulder. You knew if you didn’t suck it up and talk to him now, you would chicken out and leave without a word.

His face scrunched up in an admittedly adorable manner, and he peeled his eyes open. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on you, and the memories seemingly flooded back to him as well. He groaned, running his hand down his face.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, sitting up in the bed.

“I know,” you sighed, fiddling with your fingers. You were kind of glad that you weren’t the only one feeling like shit about the whole thing. He looked back at you, clearly feeling guilty.

“Look, I’m sorry. I...I don’t know what else to say,” he said, shaking his head. He had been in this situation a couple times before, but the girl always left without talking to him. This part was new to him.

“No, don’t apologize. I’m not mad at you. We were both drunk, it’s not either of our faults,” you assured him, running your hand through your disheveled hair.

He nodded, knowing you were right. A bit of the guilt left his eyes.

“So, what now?” He asked. “I’m surprised you didn’t just leave.”

You shrugged.

“I’m not like that. I just wanted to talk about...this. I mean, if you never want to see me again, you can kick me out right now,” you rambled, your pounding headache making it hard to think straight.

He shook his head.

“No, I’m not going to kick you out. And I, uh...I wouldn’t mind keeping in touch. You seem pretty sweet...Y/N. If you want to, of course.” He shot you a weak smile.

You grinned back, nodding.

“I’d like that...Luke.”

You felt drastically less guilty finding that Luke was indeed not an asshole who wanted you for sex. He remembered your name, apologized, and didn’t seem like he was about to force you into anything.

He placed his head in his hands, rubbing his tired eyes.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungover as shit.”

You laughed softly, patting his shoulder.

“Me too.”

“Want an Aspirin?”

You nodded, standing up to let him get out of bed.

“Sure, thanks.”

He threw the blankets off and got up, heading over to his dresser. Your eyes trailed over his toned body, reminding you why you went home with him. He looked like a god.

He threw on a pair of sweats, looking back at you to notice you were still in your dress.

“Do you want some clean clothes? That can’t be comfortable,” he said, having sympathy.

Your cheeks burned a bit at the idea of wearing his clothes, but you still nodded.

“That sounds great.”

He grinned and grabbed another pair of sweats and tossing them to you, then grabbing a random t-shirt from his closet and giving that to you too.

“You change, I’ll get the Aspirin.”

You smiled in thanks and stripped your dress off as he left the room. You opted to take off your bra as well, figuring that would be more comfortable. The sweats and the shirt were both huge, but definitely much better than the dress you had been wearing. You rolled the waistband of the pants a few times so they wouldn’t fall down, and let the shirt hang to your mid thighs.

You walked out of his bedroom and headed downstairs, quickly finding the kitchen where Luke was filling two glasses of water.

He turned his head at the sound of you walking in, quickly finishing filling the glasses. He slid one to you along with two Aspirins.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, gladly accepting the stuff. You swallowed the pills with the water, him following suit.

The two of you chatted for a few minutes, trying to get to know each other better. Your interactions from the night before had been limited; while you talked some, you had mostly been either dancing in the club or fucking at his place, not to mention it was all drunken. You set the empty glass down on the counter.

“I’m going to go grab my phone.”

He nodded and you walked back to his room, finding your purse on the floor. You pulled out your phone, finding bunches of texts from the friends you had gone out with the night before.

“Did you go home with that boy last night?? Are you still there??”

“U home?”

“At least tell me you’re alive or something girl, you left with a stranger”

“Hey I know you’re probably busy with that boy of yours but you gotta come to my place. You left your keys in my purse”

You chuckled and quickly sent texts back, assuring them you were okay and telling your friend you would be by to pick the keys up soon.

After gathering all your clothes and purse, you slipped on your shoes walked back to the kitchen. Luke looked up from fiddling with his rings.

“Sorry to walk out on you now, but I’ve got to get home. Thanks for not kicking me out,” you said sweetly.

He smiled, nodding.

“Thanks for not ditching me.”

You chuckled and held your phone out to him.

“Put your number in?”

He nodded and created a contact for himself before handing it back to you.

“I’ll text you later,” you said as he walked you to the door, looking up at him with a small grin.

He smiled back and nodded in agreement.

“Alright.”

“See you later.”

You turned to walk out, but he quickly grabbed your shoulder.

“I can drive you, if you want.”

Your cheeks heated up slightly, and you mumbled out an approval.

Once in his car - which was pleasantly nice - you told him the address to your friend’s house and he drove off in that direction.

There was an awkward silence. It was as if you two had run your conversation dry in his kitchen. It wasn’t surprising that things were awkward; you just had a drunken one-night stand. You expected nothing less.

Soon enough, Luke pulled into the driveway and brought the car to a stop.

“Thanks,” you said sheepishly, unbuckling your seatbelt and gathering your things.

“No problem,” he said, smiling.

“Wait, your clothes!” You suddenly said, turning to him with wide eyes. You had completely forgotten that you were still wearing his sweatpants and t-shirt.

He smirked, waving his hand in dismissal.

“Hold on to them.”

You blushed, uttering your final goodbyes before scurrying to the doorstep.

Your friend, of course, gave you hell for showing up looking incredibly disheveled and wearing a stranger’s clothes, but you couldn’t have cared less. Luke was a sweet guy, and there was a brand new number inside your phone.

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imagineyourstars · 7 years ago

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Since Christmas is coming up (yay!!) how about some headcanons where Leo, Adonis, Izumi, Tsukasa and Koga are caught underneath the mistletoe with their s/o who's a bit shy? (I live for fluff and i live for Christmas okay) Thank you!

woops I misread this request and kept it for newyears since here mistletoe is usually kept for new years eve… so it’s a little late, but it’s stillhere !! i hope you like it ! - mod mademoiselle

Leo :

Leo didn’t give a damn about theparty the school was holding, and only came for the promise of free food andseeing his friends. That included you, and you ended up getting stuck with himfor a while, nodding politely while he was telling you about another of his“theories”.

He never actually noticed themistletoe. Busy as he was telling you a grand tale of aliens and conspiracies,he lost track of his surroundings. Nothing unusual there. Until you pointed outyou were standing right under it.

Leo just stayed there, gawking, eyeswide and fixed on the mistletoe. That left you ample time to regret telling himabout it. Maybe that was taking it a bit too far ? What were you even thinking? You were about to just shyly change subjects or apologize (you didn’t knowwhich), but he suddenly shook out of his daze.

“Can I try something ? It won’thurt, promise !” Now that was suspicious. With how brightly he was grinning,you weren’t sure you should trust him. And he apparently sensed yourhesitation, because he started whining. “Pleeaase !” Oh, fine. Not like youcould refuse anything when he asked with those huge puppy dog eyes of his.

“Alright, you ready ? It’s gonna begreat !” You nodded, unsure of how to react. Leo smiled widely again, before hestarted counting down. You were a bit afraid he was just going to pop a crackernear your ear again, but decided togive him a chance regardless. “Three… two… one… uchuu~ !”

You squeezed your eyes shut,mentally bracing yourself for the loud noise of the cracker going off, butinstead Leo’s lips brushed against yours. You felt his eyelashes battingagainst your cheekbone, before he leaned into you and pressed his lips harderagainst yours. Before you could even react, it was over already, and he wasgrinning as happily as before.

You think you heard him mumbling“Take that, Izumi !” before he went away sauntering, but you’re still not thatsure about that part. You were still dazed from the kiss, after all.

Adonis

That poor boy was practically a lostpuppy. The end of year party was a bit too loud and flashy for him, so he endedup hiding in a corner near the buffet. When he spotted you in the crowd, hemade a beeline for you immediately. And he followed you around for a while, too.

Adonis is not the best at makingsmall talk, and he was mostly nodding at your shy attempts at holding aconversation. He did seem to be listening, so it wasn’t going too badly. Youwere slowly getting the hang of it when he interrupted you.

“Look, above you.” He spoke quietlybut you were startled all the same. You followed his gaze and spotted themistletoe, hanging insolently over the two of you. Adonis was just staringintensely at you, visibly waiting for a reaction.

“Looks like we have to kiss now !”was the only thing you eventually managed to stammer out. You were alreadycursing yourself when Adonis nodded gravely, seemingly lost in though. “You’reright.” Wait, what ? He was going along with it ?

His cheeks were the faintest bit ofpink as he leaned down, and he ended up closing his eyes. Maybe he was gettingshy too… His lips barely even brushed against yours, eventually settling at thecorners, like he couldn’t pick between kissing your cheek and your lips. Eventuallyhe slowly leaned back, but his eyes were still staring deeply into yours.

Adonis was about to speak when Kogainterrupted. “Damn bastards put fuckin’ mistletoe everywhere…” Perfect timing,as usual. You couldn’t help but glare at him, slightly annoyed he just bargedin and ruined your moment. “What ? Whatcha starin’ at, huh ? Did I fuckin’interrupt something ?” To your surprise, Adonis spoke up.

“It’s alright, Oogami. Maybe… we cando that again later… ?” His voice died out in a whisper, but you’d heard himjust fine. Even as he was looking away, cheeks reddish, his fingers had foundyours and were gently squeezing them. Maybe you’d have to thank whoever put thatmistletoe up…

Tsukasa :

Thank god for Tsukasa. That’s whatyou were idly thinking, as he was was masterfully holding the conversation andmaking sure you were having a good time. You were a bit nervous about coming tothe school’s party, but any and all worries were forgotten now.

You didn’t even notice you wereblindly following Tsukasa around the room until he gallantly offered a seat. “Please,sit down. I should go and fetch some drinks as well.” And with that, yourdashing knight was off, coming back shortly with two glasses.

You’d gotten absorbed in hischatting and ended up eagerly discussing art with him. He knows so much, despitebeing so young ! You let yourself be swept in his enthusiasm, that is, until heseemingly changed subjects. “Now may not be the best moment to mention it, but…I have chosen this seat with utmost care.” When he realized you didn’t seem tobe following him, he brought himself to explain. You couldn’t help but noticehe was blushing slightly.

“W-Well, that is to say, I picked itbecause of the, ahem, decorations.” Nope, you were still not following him.What was so different about it anyway ? Weren’t all the seats the same ? Your lipsparted, and then closed immediately. You’d just noticed it. The mistletoe.

Tsukasa himself seemed to be at aloss for words for a moment. He eventually shook out of it and inched his facecloser to yours, innocently peering at you. “… May I ?” You just nodded, and thenhis lips were on yours. His boldness surprised you, just like his eagerness intasting you. Too soon you were both out of breath and parted, eyes wide andcheeks red.

“I-I am sorry. This was truly… Iapologize.” You’d never seen Tsukasa as red-faced as he was now. It took quitea bit of cajoling to make him understand he did not in fact assault you, andthat you didn’t hate him. At least he seemed relieved now… and judging from howclingy he was to you for the rest of night, the sudden kiss left him feeling quiteamorous as well.

Izumi :

To be fair, you thought spendingyour evening with Izumi at a party would be tense. It turned out surprisinglyokay, which was a huge relief. Izumi even ended up monitoring what you ate andmaking sure you got enough calories and nutrients from it. Maybe that was hisway to show he cared…

Well, he did complain quite a lot. “Seriously,forcing us to stay here tonight is so annoying. I need to go to sleep early, we’vegot a job coming soon.” You were just nodding empathically, and bravelylistened to his ranting. Wasn’t it a sign of trust if he ranted to you, anyway? “I can’t believe their buffet either. Do they want us to get fat ? Ugh. Thisis making me sick.”

You weren’t really listening anymoreand were in a daze, until you noticed he’d been awfully silent for a momentalready. He seemed to be avoiding your eyes, and looked rather uncomfortable.You shyly asked what was wrong, but he refused to tell. He did glance quicklyupwards, though… Curious, you did too and your eyes fell on mistletoe.

Suddenly, you could hear the otherstudents snickering. You could even feel the weight of their eyes on you. Well,that was embarrassing. Izumi pointedly ignored you for a short moment, eventuallytaking a sharp breath and looking at you straight in the eyes. “Hey. Are wegoing to kiss, or what ?”

You just blinked awkwardly, not surewhat you should answer, until he impatiently clicked his tongue. “Let’s justget this over with.” Next thing you knew, his fingers were tilting your chinupwards and he was over you. His lips pressed hard into yours at first, butbecame increasingly gentler, and you even heard him stifling a sigh as he letyou go. He looked like he didn’t want to part from you for just a moment…

Soon enough, the usual Izumi wasback. “What are you staring at me for ? It’s just the tradition. No big deal.”You weren’t sure you should believe him. Especially not with how pink the tipsof his ears were getting.

Koga :

“Fuckin’ hell… Why do I gotta bestuck here with you ?!” Hey, now. You weren’t such bad company, were you ? Thisparty sounded promising enough, until the other UNDEAD members ditched you togo talk to friends. You ended up staying with Koga, mostly because you didn’tdare get up and walk away.

“I just wanna go home ! End of yearparty, my ass !” Yeah, he was in a bad mood. You were just staring at yourhalf-empty glass, trying to find a way to deflect the conversation to somethingmore light-hearted. Strangely enough, he didn’t thwart your awkward attempts atsmall talk and grunted in response. That was going better than planned.

The conversation was clearlyone-sided, but hey, at least you got him to stop whining ! Sure, he only evergroaned non-committed answers, but at least he wasn’t ignoring you. You were soabsorbed in your victory over your shyness that you didn’t notice he got eerilyquiet. At least, not until he interrupted you. “Hey, uh… I think we’re gonna havea problem.”

Koga was looking up, a strangemixture of horror and shock on his face. You anxiously looked up as well, andfroze when you noticed the mistletoe. It wasn’t here earlier, was it… ? Koga wouldprobably think you brought him there on purpose, now… You were franticallylooking for a way to explain things weren’t what they looked like when youheard Kaoru howling with laughter in the distance. At least someone found thesituation funny.

Koga shook his head vigorously, butstill looked rather dazed. Or maybe embarrassed. You weren’t too sure. “So, uh…We gotta kiss now, I guess.” Oh boy, he wouldn’t fool you. Not with hownonchalant he was trying to act. And especially not with how he motioned toslip an arm around your shoulders but gave up at the last second. Thankfully,he never noticed you weren’t quite buying his whole detached act, busy as hewas checking no one else was watching.

He only leaned in when he made surethere were no eyewitnesses. You were about to comment on it but he pressed hislips to yours, shyly at first, then with more confidence. He even sneakily biton your lower lip when you got distracted enough, chuckling softly when youhummed in protest. Too soon, he was away from you, eyes glinting happily.

“So ? ‘Twas great, right ? I’ll haveya know, I have great technique. Ya won’t find many guys who kiss like thegreat me— oi, what did ya roll your eyes for, huh ?!”

#izumi sena #leo tsukinaga #tsukasa suou #koga oogami #adonis otogari #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars imagine #ensemble stars imagine #headcanons #mod mademoiselle

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chosospersonalkitten · 7 years ago

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Oh Sehun Smut

You had a very bad habit of falling asleep on the couch.

The very first time you had done it, Sehun was coming home from tour, the first time apart from each other since you began dating. He thought it was cute that you attempted to stay up for him. But you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you, personally, enjoyed sleeping on the couch more than your bed.

It might’ve been because the couch was way more comfortable and that your mattress was utterly and completely stiff.

Poor Sehun learned your little secret from your best friend since college, how she would find you sleeping on the couch rather than your own bed.

After that, he tried many times to convince you to get a new bed and that he would even pay for it. Of course, you denied, letting your pride get in the way.

“Y/n… baby wake up…” your eyes slowly opened.

Sehun was crouched down next to you. He gently pushed away some strands of your hair, tucking them behind your ear.

“Hi,” you smile, sleepily at him

You knew he couldn’t be upset with you when you did that.

The frown that attempted to grow on his face vanished.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I’m buying you a new mattress.” He says as he quickly pecks your lips before getting up and walking away from you.

You sit up and frown.

“You better not.” You huff.

He turns slightly to look at you and sticks his tongue out.

“Oh, I am.” He pour himself a cup of coffee and then one for you. “I know you’ve been having back problems.”

He walks over to you and hands you your cup.

“That has absolutely nothing to do with me sleeping on this couch!” You knew that he was right.

He smiles at you, knowing he won.

“You don’t have to come with me. When you get back from work, you’ll have a new mattress.”

You roll your eyes at him.

***********

You didn’t expect work to go by so quickly.

In all honesty, you had almost forgotten that Sehun went out and got you a new mattress.

Removing your shoes, you drag yourself to your bedroom.

Sehun was showering so you were going to have to wait until he was done to shower.

You sit on your bed.

The mattress conforming to your behind.

You couldn’t help yourself, you layed back.

It was like you were on a cloud, it was so comfortable.

A small moan escaped your lips, oh you could definitely fall asleep for at least a week.

“Do you like it?” Sehun brings you back to reality.

You sit up and shrug.

“I mean it’s alright. I wouldn’t say I’d stop sleeping on the couch for this.” You lie.

Sehun chuckles and shakes his head.

He walks over to you, you open your legs allowing him to step closer. He leans down and kisses you. His hands cupping your face as he begins undressing you.

“Ooh, are we gonna break in the new bed?” You wink at him.

He laughs.

“No, you’re going to go shower and then we’re going to nap and then we can break in the new bed.” He explains, pressing another kiss to your lips before moving back and helping you up.

You frown.

“How about after my shower?” You ask, eagerly.

“I’ll think about it.” He winks at you.

Even after almost two years of dating, you felt your cheeks heat up.

***********

After your shower, you walk into your shared bedroom, drying your hair, miserably, with one hand while the other holds up your falling towel.

Sehun sits on your guys’ bed, watching videos on his phone. He briefly looks up at you and doesn’t even attempt to hide his smile from you.

“Are you trying to tempt me?” He asks you, getting up from the bed and walks over to you.

You were too busy looking through your drawers for some panties and pjs to notices your boyfriend creeping up behind you.

You jump and let out a tiny scream when he slaps your butt.

“Sehun! That hurt!” You rub your butt and pout at him.

Sehun fake frowns at you and pulls you closer to his body.

His hand makes its way to your butt and rubs it.

“I’m sorry.” But no sign of remorse was in his voice, instead just playfulness.

He pecks your lips before pulling away from you.

“Do you want some tea before our nap?” He asks, while you slip on your panties and a t shirt.

“I rather have you.” You say, confidently.

“Nap first.” He doesn’t look at you as he leaves the bedroom to go to the kitchen.

“But I’m full of energy, Sehun! You know sex helps with tiring people out.” You high five yourself mentally, that last part he couldn’t really deny.

He walks back in.

You bite your lip, attempting to hide your smile.

He walks up to you and kisses you, one of his hand weaving into your hair while the other caresses your thigh.

You push him back and stand up, making him sit down so you could straddle him.

His hands rest themselves on your hips, helping guide your movements.

Your hands reach between your bodies, undoing his zipper. One of your hands slip into his jeans, massaging him slowly before pulling him out.

You get off of him and get on your knees. Your thumb swirls around his tip.

Sehun takes a small breath in.

“I don’t think this is going to make you tired.” He chuckles.

You look up and smile at him.

You keep eye contact with him as you inched forward, placing a small kiss to his tip before taking him in your mouth.

Sehun lets out an airy moan of relief.

His fingers gently pull your hair as you bob your head.

Your hand makes its way to hold onto his hip, your thumb drawing random shapes on his skin.

Sehun pulls a little harder on your hair, indicating he wants more than your mouth.

You lift your head up, Sehun leans forward and captures your lips with his. His tongue peeks through, touching your lower lip, deepening the kiss.

Blindly, he helps you stand up, continuing to kiss you, he slides your panties down your legs. You kick them off and get on top of him, grinding your core against his wet cock.

His tip rubs against your clit, making your moan into the kiss.

Sehun reaches between your legs and easily slides two fingers into your core.

You gasp and break the kiss, throwing your head back a little.

Sehun loves watching your expressions, how your eyes shut with pleasure, how you bite your lower lip, how your body shakes a certain way. Your expressions tell him what’s making you feel amazing and what isn’t.

Sehun increases his speed, making you grasp onto his hand.

“S-s-sehun… I-I need you-u…” You struggle to say.

He removes his fingers and slowly guides himself into you.

You lean forward and bite his shoulder. Sehun bucks into you, making you moan loudly.

He stills in you, waiting for you to adjust.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you lift yourself and drop back down. Sehun’s hands grasp onto your hips, tightly.

You kiss him as you lift yourself again, Sehun pulls you back down.

You moan into the kiss, your hands reach up and pull on his hair.

Sehun flips you both over, so you’re underneath him.

You giggle and he smiles at you, pecking your lips before thrusting at a quick pace into you.

Your back arches in pleasure, your hands grab into his biceps. His hand reaches between you and rubs messy circles around your clit.

“Sehun!” You moan out.

He kisses your neck and bites it occasionally.

Your stomach begins to tighten.

“I can feel you getting close. Are you gonna cum for me?” Sehun groans softly into your ear.

You could only moan and nod.

Your body shakes and spazzes as your orgasm washes over your body.

Sehun thrusts faster into you, chasing his own. He pulls out, carefully, and jerks himself onto your stomach. Sehun reaches over and cleans you with his shirt.

“Now we nap.” You yawn and cuddle up next to him, Sehun kisses your forehead before sleep takes you both.

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ongfreestyle · 7 years ago

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Take Care

A/N: I tried to write a fluff, but eh...I am better at angst I think. Title doesn’t seem to fit well, but anyways, midterms are happening at my school so I wrote this (instead of studying LMAO) and I want all of you to do well and take good care of yourself during exam time, okay <3 Enjoy 8K of fluffy Jaehyun

You sat in your 8am lecture, eyes focused on the power point ahead of you, the words from your professor’s mouth playing in the background until you realized that you weren’t even paying attention. Yet again, your mind had left the building, leaving you gripping a pencil with a strange blank stare on your face. Maybe it was because you were taking the maximum amount of classes and working and participating in clubs that your mind was always elsewhere. When it was time to think of fundraiser ideas, you were solving chemical equations in your mind, and when you were meant to be focusing in lecture, your mind was on other things.

Like now, you were thinking of your boyfriend, Jaehyun, as you glanced at the empty page in your notebook. Your boyfriend was great, he had a cute little dimple and a cute little smile, and he loved being with you. You hadn’t spent time together in ages it seemed and you weren’t to upset by it, that’s just life. Still, with the semester coming to an end and exams and projects piling on Jaehyun still found time to text you, and ask you if you could hang out. You never could. Now, the lack of time you spent together seemed to be bothering him because everyday for the last week he had messaged you begging you to take a breather in and come hang with him. You declined every time, but there was no doubt that you wished you could get over your need to study and plan events for clubs and just chill with him.

You opened your bag and pulled out your laptop, you had an urge to check your calendar because you were positive that you had scheduled an all-nighter and some other meeting. You sighed, you were tired just thinking of doing anything.

You logged on and opened you calendar, taking note of the notifications of emails you had, for a change there was only one new one and you opened it without thinking as you went over you calendar and made a mental to do list for today.

1 New Message from [email protected]

You rolled your eyes and smiled as soon as you saw the notification. Of course it was from Jaehyun, using his school email, when he had your phone number and Snap and Instagram and everything else. You opened it.

Dear bae,

Yes, I’m calling you bae, that word is in style still. Anyways, it is I, your loving boyfriend, who deadass just wants you to talk to me. And since it seems like you answer your emails faster, I emailed you. :) Also yes, I did use the word deadass because Johnny taught me that word yesterday. Anyways, I know you’re busy, but could one day at my apartment be THAT bad? We can watch movies and cuddle and also I made chili yesterday, and I know you like chili. My apartment is clean. I got bored because no one could hang out so I cleaned it. Please think about it. Love you. <3.

-Jaehyun

You couldn’t stop smiling, you truly loved a dork. Too bad you had to cram for yet another exam and laying around eating chili with Jaehyun would not fit in your itinerary, though you wanted to fit in so badly. Despite the guilty feeling, you got ready to decline Jaehyun once again, but this time you decided that maybe you could play along and make today’s rejection a bit more entertaining for the both of you.

Dear Jaebae,

Yes, two can play at that game. I regret to inform you that tonight I will be cramming for a chemistry exam and I also have to meet with the student government tonight, so I will be unable to eat chili with you, but it sounds like a blast. Tell Johnny to quit teaching you slang. Thanks for the invite babe. Love you too.

Sincerely, bae

You pressed send and decided that it was about time for you to get back to paying attention in class, but before you could even get a chance to pick up your writing utensil, you had a new email, it was probably from Jaehyun and you couldn’t stop yourself from checking it.

1 New Message from [email protected]

Dear, bae

Ur mean :( u don't luv me. I can’t believe u reply faster by email

-Jaebae

You almost laughed out loud at his sudden drop in formality and spelling skills, but you held it in as you tried to craft a reply to heal his butthurtness and explain to him that you replied faster by email because your phone was almost always dead somehow and you did most business by email anyways, and since all you did was take care of business, that meant all you did was email people.

Jaebae

I do love you. I’m busy, I’ll do better about texting back too, I promise.

Love your bae

Jaehyun wasted no time emailing you back and informing you that if you were so busy, you wouldn’t be emailing him in the first place. He had a valid point, but you declined his second offer, which was to skip class and come to his apartment and roll around in bed with him all day. Again, it was appealing, but definitely not something you’d call productive.

Jaehyun took your second no with less of a fight and told you to email him if you changed your mind, you knew you wouldn’t, but you assured him that you’d let him know if your plans changed.

As expected, you took off to the library after class, saddened by the fact that you’d be there all day because you had so much to study for and so much homework to get done. You wondered how things always slipped out of your hands so quickly.

No matter, you were locked in your usual spot in the back of the library studying as if your life depended on it. You turned your phone on airplane mode to avoid all distractions, especially messages from your friends and Jaehyun, who would text you soon asking you why you always blew them off for lunch these days. Time passed like that and before you knew it it was well past lunch time. You had planned for this and brought along a ziplock bag filled with gummy bears for when you couldn’t bare the hunger anymore.

“Unbelievable.” You heard a voice say as you ate a red one.

You turned around and jumped when you realized that you had been found by none other than your boyfriend.

“Babe. Are you serious?” Jaehyun came closer to the carrel you were in and sighed.

You pushed your chair out and gave him a small smile.

“I called you like eight times. So did you friends and your roommate. It’s six o’clock and no one has heard from you since noon. I was actually worried.”

“Sorry.”

“You haven’t eaten yet, right?” He said, ignoring your apology.

“Do gummy bears count?”

“No. But chili could have.” He frowned

“Jaehyun. I’m sorry for ignoring you and everyone else, I’m just so busy.”

“You’re ignoring your hunger too…”

“Sorry.”

Jaehyun grabbed your backpack and opened it, “Let me take you to dinner.”

You handed him some of your things so he could put them away for you. Free dinner sounded fine to you.

“I’m sorry.” You said again, not sure of how to respond to Jaehyun, who was being pretty serious right now.

“I know I text you a lot and call you too much when you're busy, but I do it on purpose.” He zipped up your backpack and slung it over his back.

“I do it because you get like this.”

The two of you walked out of the library, you in tow listening to your concerned boyfriend.

“Like what?” You pondered when he stopped talking.

“Like this, you know, when you focus so hard on one thing you forget everything else. Like your friends, other meetings, me, your health.”

“Oh.”

He had a point, in order to study you had given up on all of your responsibilities for the day. You had actually forgotten about meetings you had scheduled today. You suddenly felt kind of bad.

“I don’t want you to say sorry to me. You don’t owe me an apology. You owe your stomach an apology, though.” he gave you that sweet smile, he was most likely done half-heartedly scolding you.

You took bigger strides to keep up with Jaehyun and grabbed his hand, he fought hard to keep from smiling even bigger.

“I call you to make sure you're okay, that you’re eating and if you're not, I invite you to eat so I know you had at least one real meal.”

You nodded, “Thank you for that.”

“No problem.”

Jaehyun walked you to his car and asked you where you wanted to eat.

“Your place.” You muttered without even thinking.

“We can actually eat out. I have some money.”

“I know, but I want your chili and whatever stupid movie you choose to watch and your cuddles…”

He put the car in reverse, “If that’s what you want…”

The drive to his small apartment was short and so was dinner, because you scarfed down the chili like you hadn’t eaten in ages. Movie time was only spent half-conscious, with you laying in Jaehyun’s arms, him rubbing your back gently as you fell asleep.

Jaehyun smiled as you dozed because at least he knew that you were getting a good night's sleep and that you had had a decent meal. After awhile, he coaxed you awake enough to help you walk to his bed, you were back asleep in no time once you head hit the pillow and Jaehyun couldn’t stop grinning in the darkness because today he had gotten a chance to take care of you, something you rarely let happen, and taking care of you, showing you his love for you was one thing he never got tired of.

#k00kied0writes #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun scenarios #nct scenarios

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fluffandlove · 8 years ago

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Damn it, Dazai-san

Author’s note: Eeeeh, so I reached 300+ followers a few days ago and wanted to say thank yooouuu!

Summary: Takes place after the first few episodes. Usually when someone asks, “Are you ticklish?” you run and hope for the best, but in Atsushi’s case it’s a little different. He honestly doesn’t know whether he’s ticklish or not and kinda regrets his life choices once Dazai says he’s more than willing to help him find out. \ Pre-relationship

Ugh, it was too early for these loud noises. It almost sounded like someone was… climbing and failing, or something. Maybe it was a cat who was trying to get onto his balcony and kept falling because duh, it was way too high.

Slowly opening his eyes, Atsushi forced himself to sit up and lazily scratched his head. When he looked down at the phone that was beside his pillow he saw that it was 6:03 am, indeed too early for this kind of shit.

He didn’t even bother with the blankets as he rose to his feet, slumped over to the window, pulled the curtains back with a rather aggressive and irritated tug and immediately jumped at the sight.

Dazai was awkwardly hanging off the balcony, or at least, that was what it looked like. Somehow one of the sleeves of his coat had gotten stuck somewhere and apparently the fabric was very strong because Dazai was simply stuck and scrawling to get back up again, but since he was hanging upside down it was a bit of a hard task.

“What are you doing.” Atsushi didn’t even use a rising intonation in his question because he was too tired and too annoyed.

“Trying to commit suicide,” was the dull answer that he should’ve known.

“By jumping off my balcony.”

“It was the first thing that popped into my head this morning.”

Atushi had been rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and was now walking over to the edge to help his boss up because he didn’t have much of a choice. It was surprisingly easy, seeing that Dazai was pretty eager to get back on his feet (probably so he could try again later) and pretty much fell into Atsushi so they both ended up stumbling back into the room.

It was very obvious that Dazai hadn’t noticed that Atsushi was clearly not enjoying this even though it was clearly written all over the poor guy’s face. The heavy weight of Dazai’s body was almost too much for his skinny arms to handle and he groaned under his breath.

Luckily Dazai seemed to finally catch on and quickly pulled back, swaying a bit on the heels of his hoes as he took in his surroundings. “Oooh, Atsushi-kun, you’re so neat! Where’s all your stuff?”

“Well, I don’t have a lot of stuff to begin with…” Atsushi mumbled and went over to his closet to get changed.

All he had in this small apartment were some clothes he had gotten from his new job, his phone and… yeah, that was basically it. It wasn’t like he needed a lot, anyway since he’d spend most of his time outside investigating and trying to get the hang of his power.

Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself.

“You okay, Atsushi-kun?”

The voice had sounded really close so of course Atsushi, being the overly jumpy guy, yipped and quickly turned around to find Dazai standing right behind him with one hand on his hip in a questioning pose.

“U-uh, yeah?” Atsushi sputtered and shut his eyes because what kind of lame answer was that? It was a good thing he had never wanted to become a actor because that was just embarrassing.

“You look a little zoned out, though.” Dazai took one step closer and Atsushi mirrored him, ended up pressed against his closet and suddenly wished he had just jumped off the balcony while he still had the chance.

Maybe it was because he never really had any friends but for some reason, he couldn’t handle people being this close to him. It made him feel very uncomfortable, not to mention awkward as hell. Dazai on the other hand didn’t seem to have any problem invading his personal space and just inspected his face as if he was going to find the answer there.

Deciding that he wanted to be able to breathe in his own air, Atsushi turned around to grab his suspenders and put them on. “I just woke up, that’s why.”

“Oh, here, let me help you with those.”

That actually didn’t sound so bad. They were always a pain to handle so Atsushi nodded without turning around and let Dazai pull the suspenders over his back and fasten them to his pants while he clipped them to the front. He felt the other’s warm fingers brushing over his lower back as the sound of metal clicking echoed quietly in the empty room.

It felt a bit odd for some reason. Dazai’s forefinger kept going over the same spot and every time it felt a little bit tingly and made his muscles quiver. This, however, didn’t go by unnoticed because he felt Dazai moving closer once again and gently pressing his cheek against his own.

“You sure you’re okay, Atsushi-kun?” Dazai almost whispered against his jaw and Atsushi swore he felt his knees buckle.

“… I’m fine.”

The finger gently caressed that same spot again and this time Atsushi couldn’t help but stiffen at the unexpected touch.

He frowned and Dazai grinned. “Atsushi-kun, are you ticklish?”

That was a very good question. Of course he knew what it meant but he had never had the chance to find out whether he was ticklish or not. The kids at the orphanage would often have tickle fights in front of him and Atsushi always thought it looked kind of fun since they were always laughing so freely. He had no idea what it was like and had mostly forgotten about its very existence because it didn’t seem like a big deal as soon as he had joined the organization.

“I um, I don’t know?” Atsushi said in a small voice and carefully looked over his shoulder, watching as Dazai’s grin faltered. “W-what?”

“You don’t know if you’re ticklish?”

“Well, obviously not, since everyone at the orphanage kinda hated me.”

This was getting very awkward and Atsushi hoped that Dazai would just leave or even better, jump off the balcony again, so he didn’t have to deal with this anymore. Five hours of sleep were not enough to be able to handle these kinds of conversations, especially with a suicidal lunatic.

“No, that’s so sad! Poor Atsushi-kun!” Dazai cried out dramatically and hugged him close, rubbing their cheeks together. “Here, I’ll show you!”

Shit. No, this was getting out of hand. This entire morning had to be some kind of joke.

Maybe he was being tested again to see if he could outrun one of the strongest members, but then again, that didn’t make him feel any better. Dazai was trying to grab him while Atsushi was skillfully avoiding his wiggling fingers by doing this sort of tipsy dance around him.

Sure, he was curious to find out what it felt like, but the predator-like look in Dazai’s eyes was more than enough to scare the hell out of him and make him feel like he was going to die a very painful and tragic death. He was holding up his hands like claws, wiggling his fingers and just the very sight of them made Atsushi uncomfortable and a little squirmy as well, which was just weird, right?

He was so distracted by that odd sensation that he didn’t look where he was going and almost tripped over his futon. Fortunately (read: not) Dazai had seen this coming and looped an arm around his waist to keep him from falling.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he grinned and Atsushi wanted to thank him, but got cut off by his own involuntary gasp. “Oooooh.”

“Dazai-san, I’m- Ack!”

A couple of fingers were gently digging into his side, following some sort of rhythm, which for some odd reason made Atsushi want to laugh really hard. It bubbled up in his throat, threatening to escape from his lips as Dazai kept prodding his waist with just one hand. His body reacted out of instinct, doubling over and trying to avoid the invading fingers before he’d lose it but for some reason, his knees already started to grow weak and he slowly fell the ground.

Dazai simply followed him while still trying to get a reaction out of him. As soon as Atsushi was curled up on the floor, he felt his other side being attacked as well and he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. He didn’t really know what his laugh would sound like and was actually a little bit scared to find out.

“You’re what? Ticklish?”

Too scared to open his mouth in case the laughter would spill, Atsushi nodded a few times, producing a muffled squeak when Dazai’s fingers brushed over his stomach. The sensations that were being created were so unfamiliar yet welcoming, because it didn’t feel bad per se, but Atsushi was so utterly confused that he could only lie there and watch those fingertips roam around freely, trying to find a good spot.

And that they did. They had tugged the hem of his shirt out of his pants and slipped under it, barely touching his bare stomach but it was enough.

It was enough to make Atsushi cry out and kick his legs. The suspenders got unclipped and flew around, almost hitting them in face, but they were both too busy with each other to notice.

“Oho, there we go!” Dazai cheered loudly and shoved his other hand under there as well, squeezing both of his sides at the same time, eliciting more high-pitched screeching. “Awwww!”

The dam broke and the laughter spilled. Never ever had Atsushi laughed like this and it felt so incredibly weird. Dazai was laughing along with him, letting his fingers crawl all over his bare torso, pulling all kinds of different reactions out of him, and Atsushi wasn’t sure what to do or think. His body was spasming around like it was being electrocuted while he kept barking out small bouts of laughter and it was just very chaotic.

Dazai wasn’t really helping by making all kinds of weird faces at him and cooing out stuff like, “Come on, Atsushi-kun, isn’t this fun? I’m having a lot of fun!”

Tingly butterflies fluttered around his stomach, enhancing the ticklishness and Atsushi honestly thought he was losing his mind because everything tickled so bad and he didn’t know what to do.

The minute Dazai’s fingertips touched his upper ribs, though.

Both him and and Dazai were surprised when Atsushi jumped up with a loud squeal and almost did a freaking backflip. That wasn’t planned. At all.

“… Uh-oh,” he uttered and tried to scramble away but Dazai grabbed his leg and dragged him right back. “N-no! Let me goho!”

“Oh, no, I just found one of your best spots!”

Or maybe his entire body was just one spot, seeing that no matter where Dazai tickled him, Atsushi was pretty much always laughing and wiggling around. Dazai was practically experimenting on him; dragging his nails over every single body part he could reach and snickering at the reactions he would get.

Atsushi did notice that some spots were indeed worse than others because they made him want to crawl out of his skin and laugh so hard he’d probably kill his vocal chords while others simply made him snicker and curl up.

He was making an absolute fool out of himself and running out of air on top of that. Dazai had resorted to straddling his hips to keep him from rolling away and Atsushi was now continuously kicking him in the back with his feet, squealing and screeching out non-stop. Tears had started to form in his eyes and were now trickling down freely, which is also something Atsushi had never experienced.

They were tears of joy. Atsushi had never thought he’d laugh so hard he’d cry.

The tickling stopped and Atsushi threw his head against the floor, somewhat glad he was allowed to breathe. “Oh my god.”

“You did so well, Atsushi-kun! Tickling is fun, isn’t it?”

Well, in some way it kind of was. It had been playful and comforting and even though his body was completely exhausted now and felt like a puddle of goo, he felt bubbly. The smile had never left his lips and wasn’t about to go anywhere soon.

“I guess so?” Atsushi admitted lamely and looked up at Dazai with watery eyes. “So what about you, Dazai-san?”

“Hm?”

“Are you ticklish as well?”

And just like that, the atmosphere took a complete 360. Dazai blinked down at him and that was pretty much all Atsushi needed to know the answer but then he was blatantly attacked with aggressive tickles.

Poor Atsushi could only thrash and slap uselessly at the other’s hands because hard tickles were definitely worse and way more effective.

“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Dazai-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!”

The only good thing he’d get out of this was the fact that Dazai was probably just as ticklish as he was and that he was going to get him back one way or another.

#bsd #dazushi #bungou stray dogs #tickling #tickle fic #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #bluh this was my first time writing these two and atsushi is so done and sassy asdilufadjskfdsafhdsaljfks #i'm so sorry i'm fucking trash #this was in my drafts for like 500 years nghgghsahfhdsfs #protect atsushi pls #poor guy #pls forgive me ilu #my fic

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