#writing the words finger bang is really funny to me

[thatonegrimm]

Hiya may I request Saja boys x reader separately where it’s readers birthday but as like a prank they pretend to forget the whole day until it’s dark and they finally wish her happy birthday but readers extremely hurt about the thing so they apologize in their own way of weird apologies?

Thank you for your request! Oof—this is a good one! I feel so bad for anyone who’s actually been through something like this… poor reader. 😭 Here you go!

🌙 Saja Boys x Reader — They Forgot Your Birthday (But Not Really)

It was supposed to be a prank. Just one day of pretending they didn’t remember. You were supposed to laugh when they finally yelled surprise. But you didn’t. So they apologized — each in their own strange, broken, deeply them kind of way.

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🧿 Jinu

Jinu knew something was wrong when you stopped humming.

You always hummed when you were comfortable — washing dishes, fiddling with your phone, folding laundry. But today, the dorm was quiet. Too quiet. Not even footsteps. Not even sighs.

He poked his head into the living room and found you sitting perfectly still, curled into yourself on the far corner of the couch. You weren’t looking at anything. Not your phone. Not the TV. Not him.

He felt something cold coil behind his ribs.

The others were still whispering in the kitchen, setting up the surprise. He was supposed to stall you. Make it funny. Light. Silly.

Instead, he walked over and sat beside you like he was approaching a wild animal.

You didn’t even glance at him.

“I, uh…” He cleared his throat. “Turns out I’m bad at jokes.”

Nothing.

He reached into his jacket, pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of paper, and held it up between you.

On it was a blue tiger in a party hat, holding a crooked balloon.

“…I panicked.”

You blinked at it.

“I was gonna write a speech,” he added. “But Derpy said they should go first.”

You bit your lip.

He turned the paper around to show the back: ‘I’m sorry. I forgot birthdays are supposed to feel safe.’

You didn’t cry.

But you did lean into his side, and when his arm came around your shoulders, it stayed there the rest of the night.

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💪 Abby

You smiled when they finally brought the cake out. Said thank you. Took pictures.

But it wasn’t real.

Abby saw it in the way you didn’t meet his eyes. How your shoulders stayed stiff even when Romance hugged you. How your smile dropped the second you thought no one was looking.

It hit him like a weight to the chest.

So that night — after the others fell asleep — he knocked on your door with flour still on his shirt and batter in his hair.

In his arms: a lopsided cake, hand-mixed, hand-frosted, covered in tiny icing biceps and hearts.

“I didn’t know how to say sorry,” he said. “So I… baked my feelings.”

You opened the door wider.

He stepped in, sheepish. “We didn’t mean to hurt you. It was supposed to be funny. But I forgot that sometimes, when people forget things for real... it leaves a mark.”

You touched the cake with two fingers. It was warm.

“I promise next year I’ll start at midnight,” he said. “And the year after that. And every year you let me.”

You leaned into his chest. He smelled like vanilla and guilt.

“I’m still eating this,” you mumbled.

“You better,” he whispered.

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📚 Mystery

You weren’t answering your texts. You hadn’t come back out after the cake. The others figured you were tired. Maybe overwhelmed. They didn’t see the look in your eyes when they all shouted surprise.

But Mystery saw it.

He waited until the dorm was quiet. Then he stood outside your door with the untouched cake in his arms, second-guessing everything.

Then he stepped inside, locked eyes with you where you sat on the bed, and without a word—

Face. First. Into. The. Cake.

You gasped. “Mystery?!”

He pulled back, frosting dripping off his face and bangs sticking to his cheekbones like tragedy spaghetti.

“I regret everything,” he deadpanned.

You stared. He stared back, totally serious.

“…What was that for?”

“I hurt you,” he said. “And I don’t know how to say sorry without exploding. So I exploded into dessert.”

You cracked.

Laughed so hard you nearly doubled over. He handed you a fistful of frosting like an offering.

“I’m not eating that.”

“It’s red velvet.”

You paused. Then took it.

“Don’t ever do that again,” you said.

He wiped his face on your sleeve and leaned into your side. “Never.”

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💋 Romance

Romance always had a plan.

Outfits. Timing. Candle positions. He made you think he forgot on purpose. He wanted to surprise you with something massive.

But when he saw you alone on the balcony after dark, arms wrapped around your knees, face slack and tired — the plan didn’t matter.

He stepped inside. Grabbed the emergency envelope he’d hidden in case his original plan flopped.

He handed it to you without a word.

Inside: A stack of coupons. Homemade. Hand-doodled.

“1 forehead kiss” “1 free back rub (15 mins, no flirting unless requested)” “1 custom compliment “1 ‘you’re right and I was wrong’ token “1 song, sung badly but with heart”

“…You made me coupons?”

“Hand-cut.”

“Romance—”

“I didn’t forget. But I forgot what forgetting feels like.”

Your lip wobbled.

He opened the top coupon and read it aloud.

“‘One forehead kiss.’ Redeeming now.”

He leaned forward, kissed you right between the brows, and said softly:

“You’re unforgettable. I’m sorry I made you feel like anything less.”

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🔥 Baby

You smiled during the surprise.

A small, brittle smile.

And Baby knew something was off. You didn’t tease him once. Didn’t steal a bite of his cake. Didn’t ask if he’d forgotten just to annoy him.

That was what hit him hardest.

So later, when the dorm had gone quiet, he dragged you into the hallway, eyes serious.

“We’re never doing that again.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You were the one who said it’d be funny.”

“I was wrong. That sucked.”

You blinked.

He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a tiny handmade bracelet — uneven knots, woven beads, an awkward little charm that looked like a flame.

“I call it the Birthday Blood Oath.”

You squinted. “What’s the oath?”

“If anyone makes you cry on your birthday again — including me — it activates. Glows red. I immediately destroy the person responsible. No questions asked.”

“…You made this today?”

“Tied it with my teeth. Took two tries.”

You stared. Then slipped it on.

“Fine. But you owe me a second cake.”

“I’ll make five.”

“And not spicy this time.”

“…Two.”

You smiled.

He smiled harder.

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M-List

[angelcakeeee]

Hello hello!!

Sorry for my on and off activity yall!! It’s been a wild ride the past couple of weeks. BUT ITS FINALLY HERE!!!! This is a continuation of the Actors AU of the Firefighter AU my lovely friend ( @us3rnam3-r3dact3d | https://archiveofourown.org/users/US3RNAM3_R3DACT3D/pseuds/US3RNAM3_R3DACT3D ) wrote!!!

That being said, there is some distinct physical descriptions for the characters. All listeners/readers are left gender ambiguous! Also, there are spoilers for the series in almost all of my writings from here. Read with caution!!

BLOOPER REELS #2

tags: redacted audio, redactedASMR, Sam, Darlin, Freelancer, Vincent, Milo, Gavin, Firefighter AU, EMT AU, Actors AU, mentions of acted out serious character injury, spoilers for the main series, go read the world (it burns through me), is it just forced proximity or is everyone here really hot?

(Freelancer)

You were exhausted, press release after press release was starting to wear you down. But… you enjoyed talking about the show. It was something you’d worked hard on. You’d put so many hours into your character and their motivations. Talked to so many actual EMTs to learn their experiences and feelings. So, you were glad to talk about that hard work.

“So, the crash scene.” The interviewer started. “Was that hard on you guys? It’s a very intense scene to watch— I can’t imagine the feeling of having to film it.” You and Vincent shared a look, and then laughed. Sam reached a hand over to pat your leg as if to say ‘take it away.’

“Well actually, it’s funny you ask.” You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up into your words. “A couple of the clips that made it to the Final Cut aren’t all acting. The part where I have to cut the seatbelt with the trauma scissors was scripted, but what wasn’t scripted was that I forgot to brace for the fall and hit my head real bad.”

Vincent nodded, “dude it was like the head bang heard around the world, it scared the shit out of everyone.”

Sam laughed, pointing at you. “And you just kept goin’ too, did nearly a whole take like that before you tapped out.” You nodded in response, getting maybe a bit bashful. It was always nice when Sam talked you up to people, it made you feel proud.

“I was determined. Because it’s so intense of a scene I wanted to get it out of the way as soon as possible. I hate yelling at people.” You crossed your legs, looking over to Sam for a little encouragement. His soft, reassuring brown eyes met yours and you two exchanged a look that you didn’t quite understand what it meant. Whatever it was made you get embarrassed and look away, turning back to the interviewer.

“I really love everyone who worked on this show, you know? We all got really close and actually loved being around each other which can be rare for such a drama filled show. Sometimes characters get in the way of actually becoming close.” You shrugged and folded your hands into your lap. “It’s really nice to have people you care about but it does make it significantly harder to film more intense scenes like that.”

Vincent poked you a little too hard. “Especially when they keep messing up the lines.” He teased. You groaned and rolled your eyes.

“Ugh, yeah. Remembering lines in a scene like that is rough, let alone trying to improvise when someone misses or flubs a line. It’s nobody’s fault, but it can definitely spark frustration.” You looked around playfully as if just speaking about this would somehow get you into trouble. “Poor Milo kept missing his lines and I was getting so frustrated about it that some of my lines in there weren’t scripted. Vincent broke a couple of times and we had to restart the whole thing.”

Vincent raised a finger like he’d just remembered something. “Yes! And there’s a take that didn’t make it into the Final Cut but in one of the things I had made someone loosen the straps on the backboard they had me on, and we forgot to tighten them again before doing another take so when they went to move the backboard onto its side I just rolled right into this one’s lap.” He jabbed the air with his thumb in your direction.

You laughed, nearly doubling over in your seat and shaking your head. “oh my god! Yes! It scared me so bad, I remember yelling and scaring everyone. Even tank came running to make sure I was okay.” You thought back to when that sweetheart of a person had nearly pushed everyone away from the truck and poked their head in to check on you. It was sweet, out of all the people in the cast, you’d always seen them as the most similar to their character. That’s why you’d started calling them by their character’s nickname. A bunch of others in the cast did too.

Sam had perked up a bit when you mentioned them, to which you gave a knowing smile. They weren’t public yet, but everyone in the cast knew. You were sure it would come out pretty soon, the media had a knack for finding people out much quicker than they wanted. They were cute. You’d never seen Tank soften as much as they did when Sam had a hand on them. You loved seeing people love each other. You looked back at the interviewer and smiled warmly.

“So yeah, a couple people got chewed out for real during that scene. It was a rough one. Lots of apologies were said.” You felt your face get a little red. You were still a little embarrassed about how upset you’d gotten that day.

Sam patted your back. “It’s okay, we still love you.” He teased. Vincent nodded in agreement. The rest of the interview went smoothly. Lots of laughs, smiles, and stories were exchanged. When you finally got out, Gavin was waiting for you just off set. You giggled when he whistled at you, and gave him a little spin to show off.

As soon as you were in range, his hands found your hips. It was easy for him to appreciate you. It was something that drew you to him in the first place. During filming, he’d been directed to be touchy, but the chemistry between you two never stopped when you stepped off set. You found yourself drawn to him at every gathering. Every event. He, of course, obliged you every time. He found it cute how easily it was to get you bashful.

Even now, nearly a year into your relationship, you still got blushy when he complimented you. It made your stomach twirl with nervousness and excitement every time, especially when he wasn’t afraid to tell everyone just how amazing he thought you were. He took nearly any chance he got to compliment you— even when you weren’t even there.

He’d done it once when he was being interviewed on the red carpet. It’s how he announced his relationship with you.

“You have many adoring fans across the world, Gavin.” The interviewer had teased. He seemed excited to bring up the subject, and Gavin had playfully rolled his eyes in response. You were off talking to someone else— completely oblivious to what was happening.

“I do.” Gavin shot back, glancing over to you for a brief moment. So brief, in fact, it didn’t even catch your eye. You two weren’t particularly hiding your relationship, neither of you cared about when or how it got out. But… you did like your privacy. You preferred to show affection behind closed doors. At first.

“What do you think of all that? Anyone at home getting jealous about it?” A prod from the interviewer. Testing the waters. Gavin hummed, a smirk forming across those beautiful lips of his.

“Darling?” Gavin called, looking over to you again. Your head turned on instinct, eyes widened with soft questioning. Such a natural reaction to him that it took you a moment to process what you’d just done, in front of a camera, on live TV. Your face flushed, but you pushed past the nervousness easily simply by holding eye contact with Gavin. He offered out a hand, and you politely excused yourself from the reporter you’d been entertaining.

“Actually.” Gavin started, his hand finding your hip opposite of him as your hand snaked around his waist. “My partner doesn’t mind my fans one bit.” He smiled, eyes flicking down to you as your free hand found his chest. A check in. You smiled up at him, as always, and hummed.

“Oh well this is a big development!” The interviewer chirped, no doubt internally celebrating the win of his crew getting the news first. Cameras flashed like nobody’s business, people crowded. That’s what happens when two actors from one of the top TV shows in the nation— if not the world— announce their relationship on the red carpet.

The next moments had been a blur of paparazzi, Gavin’s voice, and probably many other things you were a little too overwhelmed to process. It was hard to get used to all of the things that came with getting a big break. You’d never expected to book this role, let alone for the show to end up as big as it had.

Gavin’s hand on your face brought you back to the present, the zoned out look on your face having caused him to bring you back from your daydream. “Earth to Deviant. You still in there?”

You giggled and kissed him, rolling your eyes. “Yes, I am.” You replied, pretending to be annoyed with him. He took no offense to it. Of course.

“Well, why don’t we go and meet up with Lasko and Huxley like we said we would and get some sushi in you?” He asked, kissing your forehead. You rolled your eyes for real when you heard Vincent’s exaggerated ‘aww’ from across the room.

“I’d love that.” You purred, stealing one last kiss from Gavin and letting him lead you towards the exit of the building.

[choerrysjubiles]

All Superimposed

Pairing: Sungchan x fem!reader

Warning: smut! reader is ovulating, table sex, cunnilingus, fingering, backshots, protected sex, multiple orgasms, cum eating, sungchan utilizing chairs

wc: 2.3k

a/n: beginning and ending feels rushed because i do not care about plot <3 the plot is i want sungchan's dick in me <3<3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Days off with y/n were Sungchan's favorite. They could stay in and relax together, watching shows and spend their day cuddling. They could go out on an impromptu date, visiting a museum or diner before taking a plethora of candids of each other. Meet up with friends. He couldn't spend enough time with her.

Tired muscles relaxing in the sheets of his bed, Sungchan felt his phone vibrate, a text from one of their mutual friends. It was something about planning a surprise birthday party.

Calling out to y/n, he got up to dress and make their way out.

The couple met up with their friend at a cafe. Their small group catching up on their week affairs, chatting, laughing, ordering drinks and snacks before getting to business.

This was fine and normal, Sungchan sitting, arm entwined with y/n's as they listened to some party pitch. But Sungchan slowly became distracted as he felt y/n's hands move around.

From this morning to now, the moments he's relaxed with y/n she's had some hand on him. Which is fine, his love language was physical touch. But something about the way she rubbed his forearm and twisted the joints on his hand. He felt a suspicion but couldn't pin it down.

Even when they drove, his hand often landed on her thigh as he drove but she usually left it alone. Today she was just as touchy as their morning, as right now.

As they began discussing what decor to bring and what games to play, Sungchan felt her free hands travel up to his bicep. Giving light squeezes to his muscle. He gave her a look over before forcing his attention back to his friends.

Later on Sungchan noticed she'd stare a little longer at him than normal. He could swear he saw her pupils blow out, her eyes undressing him even from her peripheral.

After everyone left, they drove around window shopping for presents. Hand in hand, they walked around stores. Looking at anything they could gift. Sungchan usually intertwined their fingers together but this time she was feeling and almost investigating his hand. Her small fingers reaching over to brush his finger pads or rubbing the joints.

Sungchan wrote it off, thinking it's just because they haven't had many days together in a while.

Arriving home, Sungchan still wondered what was up with y/n. She wasn't usually like this when they went out, maybe on a solo date but never so publicly.

She was changing into comfortable house clothes as Sungchan stood in their kitchen investigating what was up with her. Pondering when the last time she was like this until it dawned on him.

Just last month she acted similar, maybe a little less bold but horny regardless. A week before her period y/n was very touchy and all over him. Kissing him, nightly asking for him to touch her and make her cum. Even throughout the day, she'd beg for some kind of touch from Sungchan.

Hearing her walk out, Sungchan followed her. She sat at their dining table, laptop looking something up. Sungchan sat beside her, watching her actions, her movements.

Leaning his head onto her shoulder, he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"How are you feeling, mama's?"

Y/n bursted out laughing, "Mama's?"

He laughed before continuing, "I noticed you were acting a little different earlier today, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She replied, smiling.

Sungchan hummed in response. He's not buying it but whatever. He stays sat beside her, scrolling on his phone to pass time, occasionally looking over at y/n.

Hearing a soft huff, Sungchan turns his attention to his girlfriend. Brows slightly furrowed, as she ghosts over the keys on her laptop.

"Are you alright?"

Taking a deep breath she caves, "I think I'm ovulating."

Knew it.

Sungchan felt his smirk grow more, leaning over to rub her hip and waist.

"Would you like to have sex?" He had a boyish smile splayed across his face, feeling the confidence of knowing exactly what was wrong with her. Being right felt so good.

"Can we?"

He leaves a wet kiss on her cheek.

"Of course." He said before closing her laptop and giving her a proper kiss.

Turning, y/n held onto his shoulders as he scooped her up from her rear before sitting y/n onto their table. Spreading her legs to stand flushed against her. Leaning down, he trails wet kisses down to her neck and collarbones before removing her shirt.

"Sungchan."

"I'm right here, baby."

He unclasped her bra before licking and massaging her breasts. Feeling how warm and soft they were. He wondered if they felt this soft last time they had sex or if her ovulation changed them.

Teasingly sucking and pinching her nipples, Sungchan then traveled lower across y/n's stomach and stopped at her waistband. Looking up at her, he moved his right hand to feel how hot her core was. An almost pulsing warmth coming from her pants.

Slowly he popped the button of her pants open and slowly slid the zipper down. Teasing her as much as possible. Her whines grew louder as he slid the pants down her hips and pulled then off of her legs.

He grabbed onto a chair to get a good seat for his meal.

Seeing her panties, he could see a clear wet spot from her clit to her opening. Leaning in to get a deep breath of her scent, Sungchan began licking and teasing y/n.

"Chanie." She moaned, falling back onto the table.

When he grew impatient he grabbed at the top and ripped the lacey panties in half. Y/n gasped at the sudden cool air.

Sungchan dove into her core with a flat tongue before prodding at her clit with a stiff tongue. Her moans made his go crazy, trying to push his tongue as far into her opening as it could reach before dragging it up to her clit.

He continued his actions, feeling her hands grab at his scalp. A decent grip holding onto his hair as she tried holding Sungchan deeper her pelvis. Her moans grew louder and louder until Sungchan felt a flood of sweet cum drip onto his tongue.

Cries of overstimulation didn't stop Sungchan from slurping up the slick dripping from his beloved girlfriend.

When he detached he let her get a breather, deciding to take his shirt off to wipe his mouth.

Rubbing her thigh, "How are you?" He asked, adoration and lust clouding his voice.

"Can you finger me?"

"You want more?"

"Please."

With a wide smile, Sungchan scooted closer and stretched his right hand before inserting two fingers into her core. Warm and slippery from her orgasm, Sungchan easily slides in and out of her. His left arm laying along her thigh and hip to rub light circles onto her clit.

His fingers were long and filled her up. Moans and gasps filled the air as Sungchan sped up before slowing down, teasing and feeling as much of her walls as he could.

Her hips begin thrusting upwards making Sungchan put weight onto his left arm to hold y/n still.

"Can you, mmm, more?" She begged.

Sungchan looked up at her with a sparkle in his eye.

"Of course, baby."

He added another finger, making a scissor motion to stretch her out. Y/n, moaning even louder than before. Sungchan sees one hand move down to grasp onto his forearm and he speeds up, pumping stronger into her hole as he leans in to lap at her clit. Strings of cum falling onto his chin.

Her grip tightens as she feels that coil come undone, legs folding in as Sungchan finger bangs her into her orgasm. Her breathing is ragged and throaty. Her breasts sliding lightly as her breathing slowly calms.

Y/n is flushed from her ears to her neck, hair splayed across the table, legs lazily spread as more of her cum drips out of her. And still nothing made Sungchan harder than her asking him to fuck her.

"You can take more?"

"I can take a lot more." She whines.

"Can we switch up positions?" He asked as y/n nodded.

Y/n turned to face away from Sungchan as she stretched her knees far, pussy dripping onto the table as Sungchan got a full view of her ass.

Stepping back, Sungchan began removing his pants and boxers.

"You're gonna be the death of me." He said, before walking into their shared bedroom to grab some condoms.

He grabbed a rolls of them in case she wants to go multiple rounds. Walking back, he gets a good look at how wet she is.

Unwrapping and rolling the condom on, Sungchan aligns with her core and grabs her hips to slowly rock her onto his cock. It took some time, her two orgasms and the angle making her feel incredibly tight. He continued pushing in, feeling her clench so tightly he wondered if it could fully fit inside.

Y/n let out a drawn out moan, stopping a little after he was fully inside her.

"I need you to move so badly, Sungchan."

He stayed still a little longer, he may have been ungodly horny and his dick may explode at any second but he's not gonna hurt his angel.

He gripped onto her hips a little tighter as he drew out and thrusted back in, hands pushed her into his thrusts to add power to each blow.

Y/n clenched and spasmed around him, feeling incredibly fucked out. This is exactly what she needed, Sungchan's strong hands wrapping around her, his huge dick plowing deep into her.

Steadying his rhythm and seeing y/n is pleasure, Sungchan starts picking up his pace.

"Feel good, baby?"

Opening her mouth to speak, y/n could only let out a high moan.

"S-so good."

Before long she felt her that tightness again, moaning nonsense as her hand moved from holding her up to grabbing Sungchan's hand to rub her clit.

Sungchan was barely able to contain himself, she felt so tight right now he felt himself come undone as she grabbed at his hand. Roughly thrusting in and out as he rubbed harsh circles into her clit.

Feeling her squeeze even tighter around him made him come undone, moaning so loudly. Hips thrusting even faster in and out of her even through the pain of overstimulation.

Pulling out, Sungchan fell back into the chair. He pulled off the condom with heavy breaths before tying it and tossing it somewhere behind him.

Y/n moving to sit upright onto the table, facing Sungchan. Her breathing was just as ragged, a pool of cum dripping from her onto the table.

"Would you like more?" Sungchan asked, a fucked out smile plastered on his face.

As he said it, y/n felt a wave of neediness overtake her. Her core continuing to throb and she adjusted on the table.

"Can I?"

Shit. He really wasn't expecting a fourth round right now.

"Even if it's just your mouth. I'm still so fucking horny." She pleaded.

Scooting closer, Sungchan grabbed onto her thighs to spread them farther. Y/n laid down as Sungchan leaned in to begin eating. There was a plethora of cum on her pussy, his fingers playing with her as he looked up to see her ragged breaths.

"Don't tease me." She whined.

Sungchan licked her up with a flat tongue to collect as much of her cum as he could.

Y/n continued moaning and grasping onto him. He moved up to lick and play with her clit before moving down to slurp at her opening, still stretched out from his dick.

With enough alternating she came again. A flood of sweet-salty cum filling Sungchan's mouth as he drew away from her core. He felt himself harden again.

"My dick is so hard right now." He said pulling y/n into his lap.

With the hottest fucked out expression Sungchan's ever seen on y/n, she replied with "I can go again."

Leaning in to kiss her, she could taste a mix of his saliva and her cum. Sungchan wrapped his arms around her to pick her up and sit back down onto the chair. Moaning, she feels for where he left the roll of condoms. Grabbing and tearing at one she opens the foil before sliding it on Sungchan's length.

Sungchan grabbed her ass to hold her up before sinking her down onto his dick. Both moaning into their kiss as Sungchan's hips unintentionally thrust into her heat.

"Yes! Yes!" She moans.

They both desperately thrust and bounce on each other, chasing their highs. Sungchan's grip keeps tightening the closer he gets to his orgasm as y/n keeps moaning and holding onto his biceps.

The feeling of Sungchan dragging along her walls becomes too much as she moans and gives a final squeeze around Sungchan. He gives a few lasts thrusts in her before he collapses into the chair beneath them.

Both feeling fully fucked out, they lay together, calming their breathing.

"I think I gotta tap out." Y/n says.

Sungchan rubs her back, his warm hands leaving goosebumps across her skin.

"We should go shower."

"Not right now, I need a breather before I try getting up again."

Sungchan nods.

"You did real good, you know." He compliments.

"I did?" Y/n laughed.

"Five rounds? Back to back? That's impressive."

Y/n laughed as they stayed there for a minute. Tucked into the side of his neck, leaving light kisses along Sungchan's skin.

Catching their breaths, Sungchan was able to lift her up and onto her lap as he disposed of the condom.

Testing her strength, y/n stood, careful to not fall over. They both walking over to their bathroom as Sungchan started a bath for the two.

He carefully laid y/n into the warm water and began washing her hair.

[mywritersmind]

THIGH HIGHS - LN4

summary : In which Lando likes thigh high socks and his best friends sister far too much.

listen up : my first time writing full smut… oral, swearing, p in v, teasing, age gap!! fewtrell!youngersister!!

words : 1610

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Lando knew to stay in Max’s room. He was told explicitly to stay put. But Lando has never been good at following directions.

The loud bang in the kitchen was what broke him. He walked down the hall, praying it was Max’s cat or maybe P came home early!

It was not.

Lando mentally swore at the sight. She stood on her toes, trying to reach a mug that was too high. One hand was braced on the counter as her foot popped up. Lando looked at the counter, ceramic pieces shattered on it which explained the loud noise.

He should turn away. He would have, if not for her little squeal as she finally got her fingers on a mug and hopped off the counter, looking directly at him.

It wasn’t her slow blink or the sight of her in a thin oversized shirt… though both those things had Lando close to losing it, It was her socks.

Thigh high, too tight, stark white… socks.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were here.” She smiles softly, turning around and bopping back to the kitchen island to finish her drink making.

She’s lying. Him Max Fewtrell were her teachers growing up, Lando sees right through her.

He clears his throat, “Uh yeah… I could say the same for you.”

She shoots him a small smile before looking back at her mug, the kitchen now filled with the familiar smell of hot chocolate. “Want a cup?” She asks, dipping the spoon in her mouth and slowly pulling it out.

He mindlessly sits across from her as she moves around the kitchen to make more, her hair bouncing behind her.

His eyes were glued to her as she slid around in those bloody socks. They were the same socks she wore all throughout highschool with her prissy little skirt and uniform top.

The same socks that she would flaunt as she draped her legs over the couch while Lando and Max were playing video games.

Lando knew she was in college now but that didn’t make the sight, or his thoughts, any better.

The completion of her outfit, a thin shirt that dipped right above the socks and made it clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra, did not help.

She slides a mug to him, smiling in that sweet and innocent way she always has. “Tell me if you like it. It’s a new recipe.” She sips her hot chocolate at the same time as Lando, her lipgloss being left as a kiss on the ceramic.

Lando nods, “It’s really fucking good.”

This makes her grin grow, biting her bottom lip to restrain herself, “Good. So, what are you doing here?”

Lando quirks a brow, “Max and I are filming later.”

She nods slowly, “Right…”

“Well what are you doing here?” He raises a brow, bringing the mug to his lips again.

“I’m on spring break.”

“And you’re spending it with your brother?”

“I just got back from cabo…” She says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her tan did hint at it though. “I go back tomorrow though.”

“Ah, uni… how’s that going for ya?” He leans back in his chair as she backs up against the countertop.

“Great. Minus the guys.” She sighs purposefully, looking around the room. “How’s the whole F1 thing?”

He smiles at her tone, nodding, “Good.”

“You know! It’s funny… Max gets to go all the time, yet I'm never invited.” She pouts, crossing her legs.

“You never ask.” He makes a point to look at her in the eyes when saying it.

“I’m asking now.” Something about her voice screams DONT CROSS! DANGER! GO BACK! But Lando just sits up straighter.

“Fine then, come to australia.”

She finishes her drink, hopping up on the counter so her head is hitting the cabinets now. Lando sucks in a breath as she looks at him, “Only if I get to stay in your room.”

Christ he might just fall off this bloody chair.

“Stop that.” Lando shakes his head, leaning back in his chair and gripping his mug a little too tight.

“Stop what?” She smirks, completely mischievous and faking innocence.

“Being a little shit.”

She scoffs, jokingly. Putting a hand on her chest and frowning, “You wound me, Lan.”

“You not getting enough attention at school? Guys don’t fall at your feet everywhere you go?” It’s bad but the most he can do to stop his words is a mental slap on his face.

“They do… You’re just more fun to play with.”

“I’m too old for you.”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t think it’s hot. Five years isn’t even that bad- Would it make you feel better if I said I’ve gotten with a fourt-”

“No!” He stops her, standing up and washing out his cup to busy himself, “It’s not just the age thing.”

“So you’d get with me if I wasn’t your best friend's sister?” He turns to look at her, her legs squeezed together and practically begging to be touched.

“I didn’t say that.”

Her shirt is riding up her thighs more and it makes Lando’s stomach drop. He licks his lips as she looks at him, “Lan.” she practically whines, “I need someone experienced.”

He shakes his head, his eyes still on her body as she rubs her thighs together, “I haven’t orgasmed in forever… at least, not from a guy.” He lets out a little sigh, walking closer.

“You can touch me.” She looks up at him, her eyes full of lust as the tightness in his pants grows.

“I shouldn’t.” He braces himself on either side of her.

“Then I'll touch myself.” It’s almost a whisper, but definitely a promise. She slips her hand under her shirt, making it pool around her thighs and teasing her cotton underwear.

Lando thinks he might be dreaming as she slips her hand into her panties, her breathing picking up as she leans her head back.

“Lan…” she whimpers, “Feels so good…” she locks eyes with him, his mouth slightly open as he watches her.

He watches her fingers move under the fabric, dipping farther as her moans grow louder. His hands slide from the marble to her thighs, just the outsides in an attempt to control himself.

He’s rock solid now, his hands gripping her legs and feeling the smooth fabric under his fingers. Her nipples are hard and poking through her shirt. Her eyes meet his again as he breathes harder, her hand slowly pulls away, dripping.

She’s holding it in front of his face, inching closer just for him to take her fingers in his mouth. She’s smirking wickedly as he sucks. “Good boy.” she whispers.

Her fingers leave his mouth with a ‘pop’ and just as he goes in to kiss her, she shakes her head and slips her hand into his hair, pushing down.

He watches her eyes as he dips down, pulling down her panties and replacing them with his tongue. She moans, loudly, at the contact.

Every doubt either of them had is gone now, replaced with pleasure and pure need.

She grips his hair as his hands hold her in place, his mouth sucking and linking as one of his hands moves up her shirt, grabbing her tit and making her moan louder.

Lando was in heaven, fucking her with his tongue and listening to her moan under his touch. That is, until she pulled him back up.

“Fewtrell.” He growled, neither of them done.

She pulled him closer, kissing him finally. She bites his lip a bit as he grinds into her, his hard length begging for attention. “Someone’s needy.” She teases as he kisses her harder, his tongue exploring her mouth while he fingers the top of her socks.

“Please.” He’s pretty sure it’s the first time he’s begged a girl for something.

“Please what?” Her breath is hot against his, “Use your words.”

“Let me fuck you.”

This satisfies her, a cheeky smile meeting him as his hands slowly pull off her shirt.

Her nipples are hard when he takes one into his mouth, her head falling back as he runs his tongue over it.

She reaches down and skillfully unzips his pants, moving her hand over his hard clothed dick. He’s throbbing, so sensitive to the touch he’s been waiting for.

“This for me?” She whispers as his head falls on her shoulder, her hand moving back and forth. He nods, unable to speak as she palms him.

He pulls off his pants and boxers, not even caring to get them off his legs before he lines up to her. “I don’t want you to regret this.” He whispers, out of breath and fully blinded by lust, but not stupid.

She looks straight into his eyes, “Fuck me, Lando.”

So he does, pushing into her and almost losing it straight away. He goes slow at first, watching her mouth shake and her head fall back. She grabs onto his shoulder, moaning loudly in the kitchen that’s neither of theirs.

“You’re so fucking hot.” She moans as he thrusts into her, biting her shoulder and kissing her neck, “Yes!”

He whimpers as she tightens around him, wanting to give her the one thing idiot college guys can’t.

She cums in a rush of heated breaths and her nails dragging over Lando’s skin. He cums seconds later on those snow white thigh highs.

He falls against her in a slump, her heart beating fast against him. She’s smiling still, running her hands through Lando’s curls and saying, “I’m definitely coming to australia.”

[rhaeverie]

was not, were not, is — ldh

pairing. haechan x reader  genre. friends to implied lovers, drunk confession wc. 1.5k summary. sober you would beat you up if she heard the bullshit spilling from your mouth; in which alcohol is both your best friend and your worst enemy warnings. excessive amount of fluff, reader’s drunk as hell, Donghyuck’s love language is acts of service  an. a little warm up writing before I start writing longer fics again—I REALLY like the drunk confession microtrope,,, this whole thing was either written at 5AM on my work breaks or 5AM bc my sleep schedule is fucked up,,, pls enjoy!

read part two!

You couldn’t give any less of a fuck that the bare soles of your feet were touching the cool pavement. 

In fact, you couldn’t give any less of a fuck about anything.

Mind hazy, still tipsy from the shots your cousin had shoved in your hands, you briefly recall Donghyuck telling you that your mom had requested to bring you home—something about staying back to help clean up the venue and something about crashing out?—who the hell cares. 

You let out a snort for no reason.

Maybe you should’ve brought extra shoes.

But again, you don’t care.

Donghyuck tails you, not too far behind. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, a smile playing lightly upon his lips as he watched you stumble under the lights of the venue. He knows he should be at your side in case you lose your balance, but it hadn’t even been five minutes since you declined his arm.

“You sure you don’t want to wear my shoes?” 

You stop in your tracks and look back at him. It’s only now that you notice how sweaty the man was, bangs stuck to his forehead from all the dancing. This could also explain why your feet were killing you, “What shoes would you wear?”

He holds up the pair of heels dangling from his fingers, “Yours.” 

You scoff and continue walking, “You in heels? Funny.”

And although your intentions were to offend Donghyuck, the smile on his face stays put, “Well, if it means you could walk comfortably, then I’d endure that pain and embarrassment.” 

You roll your eyes, using all the strength in your entire body to not physically react to Donghyuck’s choice of words, “Please never say that ever again.” 

“I’m serious,” he responds, “Also, I told you about bringing extra shoes.” 

Donghyuck’s eyes trail further down the walkway, noting down that the parking lot was inching closer and closer. He recalls from this morning that the parking lot was sprinkled with pebbles. He frowns, “Can you please just put my shoes on?” 

“I’m fine, Hyuck,” you groan, “I think that the car isn’t even far from here.” 

“You’re right but…” 

You hear him sigh out deeply before you hear his footsteps pick up in pace, the heels of his dress shoes clicking against the pavement. The alcohol pulls your eyes shut for just a moment, and when you finally gain control of them again, you find your best friend kneeling down in front of you, back turned towards you, “Get on.” 

“Hyuck, I said I was fine,” you attempt to walk around him, but the man somehow predicts which way you’re going and scoots right in front of you. 

“And I said to get on,” he orders gently, “Please.” 

The ‘please’ causes you to giggle and you find yourself staring at the back of his head, dwindling on a few possible answers. His hair looks soft, like something you’d want to reach out and touch. “Don’t wanna… risk you dropping me.”

If you weren’t completely insane for your best friend, you would’ve hopped onto his back no problem. Hell, with the alcohol you felt a little bit bolder than usual, but nothing could mistake that little kick in your heartbeat telling you that if you decided to take his offer, you’d probably melt the second you make contact with him. 

“I’ll throw a tantrum if you don’t,” Donghyuck threatens (was that even considered a threat?), “C’mon.”

“I hate you,” you mutter. But your actions completely contradict your words as you carefully secure yourself onto Donghyuck’s back, arms wrapping right around his neck. He follows in pursuit, hooking his arms right under your knees before he stands up. “You suck.” 

“See, it isn’t so bad,” he laughs, “I’m strong. I won’t drop you.”

Your brain’s telling you to mock him back, but your words falter because you’re hit by Donghyuck’s perfume. Fuck—of course he smells good. You can’t remember a time that he didn’t. 

It takes every ounce of your sobriety to not bury your face in Donghyuck’s hair. 

“I actually had fun,” Donghyuck begins, referring to the wedding, “Honestly, I was scared to meet your other relatives. You always talk about them and they sound scary. But I actually had fun.” 

“That’s good,” you reply quietly, almost dazed, “I’m glad you had fun.” 

Your head flops onto Donghyuck’s shoulder, hair falling in front of your face and tickling his ear. His car finally comes into view and Donghyuck wastes no time to swing the door open. 

“There you go, Princess,” Donghyuck jokes. He lowers you down gently, allowing you to plop into the passenger seat. Once he’s sure you’re seated, he turns around to face you, combing the mess of hair away from your face. “Comfy?” 

“What if I said no?” You giggle, head falling back against the headrest. 

Another sigh leaves Donghyuck’s lips and he pokes your side, “Then I’d do whatever it takes to make you comfy.” 

“Quit talking like that,” you groan.

He hums, “Like what?” 

The leather seat squeaks when you shift to face the other way, letting your eyes draw close. 

Fatigue was definitely catching up. 

I don’t know… you think, Just… like that. 

And although your mind struggles to piece letters together to word how you were feeling, your heart knows exactly what you were thinking about. 

Donghyuck shuts the door and his shadow crosses the light leaking through your eyelids. The driver’s door clicks open and then Donghyuck’s settling in the seat next to yours. 

“Well…” You hear his foot hit the brake before he taps at the button to start the car, “Did you have fun?” 

“Mmmm…” your lips form a pout, suddenly hit by the events of the wedding. You feel like you’re teetering between sobriety and intoxication, unsure whether or not you should be genuine, “Yo.” 

Donghyuck raises a brow and tilts his head at you, “Yo?” 

“Yes and no,” you clarify, almost as if he was supposed to know what you meant, “I had fun but didn’t.” 

Again, Donghyuck’s eyebrow jerks, “Whatever you say.” He’s unsure whether he should wait for you to settle before he pulls out of the parking spot. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me why?” You whine. One of your eyelids draws open, just enough to peek out at him. 

He huffs, playing along, “…why?”

“I had fun because my cousin and her partner were cute and the dancing and the drinks, the games and everything…” You list, “But also, I didn’t have fun because all I could think about was the fact that I may never find the love they have.” 

Your best friend lets your words sink in, trying to make sense of it while stringing together the right words to say—ones that wouldn’t give it away. 

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think you will find that love you want.” 

Then tears start leaking out of the corners of your eyes and Donghyuck doesn’t hesitate to reach over to wipe them away. He can’t help but laugh, watching as you’ve finally reached your crying phase, simply meaning that you’d pass out next, “Why are you crying? I’m telling you the truth, you know.” 

You shrug sluggishly, “I don’t completely doubt you, Hyuckie.” Another tear slips out and you feel the pad of Donghyuck’s thumb swipe across your cheek. 

“Then why are you crying?” he frowns. 

“Well, what if…” you trail, “What if the love I want is with you?” You’re too far gone to even realize what you’ve just said, “I just feel like it’ll all be wrong if it wasn’t with you…” 

The pounding in Donghyuck’s ears almost drown out your voice. You’re speaking so quietly that he needs to lean in to hear you. 

Another tear—wipe.

“It’d be weird if it wasn’t your hand I was holding, if it wasn’t you I was waking up to, if the kisses I was getting weren't from your lips…” 

Your eyes remain close and the more you speak, the more spaced out the words come out your mouth. Sober you would not believe what you were confessing to a sober Donghyuck.

“I want you to love me,” you finally confess, like saying it out loud validated all your feelings, “And everyday I feel like that’s too much to ask.” 

“We should talk about this another time, Y/N.” 

You groan at his response, almost as if you weren’t satisfied with his answer. But before he could get another word out, he watches as your head flops onto your own shoulder. 

“Of course,” Donghyuck chuckles to himself, shaking his head. He reaches over and pulls the lever to recline your chair, letting your head fall back comfortably, “There you go… comfy…” 

Donghyuck sits back in his seat and admires you for a moment, a delicate frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

He wishes you weren’t drunk and saying these words, afraid that when the alcohol wasn’t running through your body, that none of them would even mean anything to you. 

Because if the love you wanted was with him, he’d do anything—everything—to give it to you.

[justwonder113]

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🎧Shutting them up with a kiss mid argument - Hyung Line edition 🎧

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📖 Summary:  basically what the title says

🖋️ Author’s Note:  sorry it took me eons to write this, life was a lot let's just say lol. I'll try to update more though so stay tuned.

⚠️ Warnings: NOT PROOFREAD. Cursing as always, reader is gender neutral. Arguments but nothing too serious. kissing and displays of affection. Mention of fainting and low blood sugar in chan's part. Suggestive ending in Hyunjin's part. Mention of someone making reader uncomfortable in Hyunjin's part. i can't think of anything else but if i missed anything don't hesitate to tell me^^

📝 Word Count:   2.7 k

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Bang Chan

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Having a handsome friend like Chan was surely an interesting experience. Because as he gave you the longest lecture of your life all you could think about was how hot he looked and how all you wanted was to kiss him senseless. You were a perfect definition of that TikTok sound- bla bla bla backstory stuff. 

To explain how you got here with Chan arguing like a tired concerned mom in the middle of a hospital parking lot you would have to go back in time for a few hours. It was nothing special, you just woke up late and you were really rushing so, you didn’t have breakfast. No big deal right? But you did mess up on the part where you didn’t eat anything while you were at work too. You were just too busy! And you might have gone to bed hungry yesterday too because you were too tired... 

So what if you fainted. It was only for a minute or two. Your colleague just panicked and called an ambulance. You just had low blood sugar no biggie. 

So here you were now. Chris had been on and on lecturing you about absolute necessity of eating breakfast and here you were thinking how ridiculously hot he was even while arguing. 

His tone was calm, calculated yet assertive. He looked determined to make you understood his point. You really tried to listen, but he looked so ridiculously hot. like how were you even supposed to act normal? And most of all behave? He even had his shirt folded up to his elbows, his veins and hands... you were just a human for god’s sake! 

You were wrong to have other thoughts while he genuinely tried to tell you what was best for you, while he only had your best interest in mind and genuinely cared about your wellbeing. 

You were wrong, you knew that. So you did that would make things even more worse than not listening. 

Unable to take away your eyes from his lips as he spoke... Them looking so plump and inviting... Suddenly you were acting up on your inner desires, feelings or maybe even pure instincts.  

It all happened in a flash. One second you were looking at his lips next second you had brought him close to you by his collar and you were kissing him hard, successfully shutting him up. 

Funny thing was you had always wondered how kissing him would feel like. And now you got to know it. Although now as you got to know how soft his lips actually were and you realized he tasted so sweet ... it was like you could feel yourself slowly get addicted to him. 

The gravity of what you did only dawned on you after Chan all but stared at you when you leaned back. The silence was deafening and felt like it lasted eternity. 

Chan looked stunned. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. He had his pointer and middle finger on his lip as he stared at you searching for answers. 

You couldn’t do it. As much as your actions were bold you were also a coward. There was no way you could face him now. 

You turned around to leave. To say you were feeling overwhelmed would be an understatement. The gravity and shame of what you did weighted you down like bricks. 

His hand on your wrist caught you. 

You couldn’t meet his eyes you stared at your shoes like it was the most interesting thing in the world. There was no way you could hold his gaze, not after what you did, not after the greatest friendship you just ruined. 

You heard Chan sigh softly. And then... You didn’t know how to explain it, but you almost felt him smile, you didn’t even have to look at him. 

“God you’re such a brat.” 

You didn’t even have time to process anything. One second he was still holding you in place preventing you from running away and the next second you were spun around, his hands cupped your face, and Chan was kissing you senseless. 

You didn’t know what this meant for your friendship or your relationship overall, but you didn’t feel as afraid now. 

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Lee Know

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You didn’t mean to ignore him, not really. But here he was, a grown ass man sulking like a kid because you didn’t cuddle him when he asked you to. 

To explain from the start both of you had a day off so you decided to have a sleepover at his house. You spent all night cuddling and watching anime. 

Minho got up for a while to take a shower and while he was in the bathroom Soonie Doongie and Dori decided they wanted to spend some time with you. All three of them cuddled up to you and who were you to deny your adorable babies' affection? 

When Minho came back all four of you were sprawled on the couch leaving no space for him and as much as you loved your boyfriend you would NOT reject your kids’ affection for him. 

Honestly you had warned Minho over and over again that he was spending way too much time with Hyunjin because the scene he just made was just purely overdramatic. He kept whining and sulking how betrayed he was by those closest and dearest to his heart. He kept arguing how you were rejecting him when he was the one who bought you and the kids together. He kept huffing and puffing all cutely how you loved cats more than him. 

You looked at the cats for a second and it was like you had some sort of mutual understatement. They scrawled around as you got up and approached your overdramatic boyfriend who, mind you, was still ranting and yapping about how life but mostly you were unfair. 

Minho was still in the middle of his speech when you decided that you were done listening to him and were now set on shutting him up. 

Hooking your hand on the waistband of his pants you brought him closer to you. He was startled for a second but then a smug grin quickly overtook his features. He looked at you, eyes fully challenging you and who were you to back down? He didn’t stop his speech, he was fully enjoying himself now, testing your patience. He was testing you. 

You obviously had to shut him up now.  

So you did. 

You quickly kissed him before he had time to realize what you were up to. 

The kiss was firm and passionate and as always fully intoxicating. 

When you leaned back for air and most importantly to grovel in victory Minho decided to strike back. 

His hands quickly found their place on your hips and he brought you close in one harsh movement, smashing your lips together. And unlike you he kissed like a man possessed. Like he wanted to devour you whole. His lips moved against yours in a rough possessive manner igniting you from within. 

Forget flustering or just teasing him (although you did notice the second before he kissed you how adorable shade of red his ears had become) you had to shut him up more like this if it meant that he would kiss you like this in return. 

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Seo Changbin

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Sometimes you just stare at your boyfriend and think – how can a person be this round and squishy? Honestly, the cuteness agression Seo Changbin was able to revoke in you should be studied by scientist. Even now as he layd in bed next to him and kept whining how you had been hogging blankets all night all you could think about was just how much you loved your boyfriend. 

In the back of your mind you felt bad. You were ignoring him as he whined to you about how he couldn’t sleep all night. You always listened to him no matter how ridiculous his yapping sessions were, you just couldn’t now. Your mind kept coming back to how cute and adorable he looked. You looked as he laid next to you his head on his arm, his cheek squished up so cutely. maybe you could bite it? He wouldn’t be too mad would he? Maybe he would get sulky but still... he always forgave you as long as you gave him kisses. You really wanted to kiss him. He looked way too cute. So soft and squishy and very much boyfriend material. 

“Baby are you even listening to me?” his voice bought you back to reality. God you were at least supposed to feel bad for ignoring him. 

“No.” You admitted casually as you put your head on his bare chest. As always so warm and sturdy. Bringing you sense of comfort and safety.

Changbin’s scoff was overdramatic as always. He didn’t let go of you as he started to whine all over again. Offended that you were ignoring him just like that so casually. You felt every syllable rumble from his chest as he kept yapping how hurt and offended he was. The funny thing was that his hand never left the small of your back, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.  

God you loved this goofy idiot. 

Not wishing to hear his whole yap session about how cold he was you decided to shut him up. Gently cupping his cheek you leaned in and kissed him.  

There was one thing about kissing Seo Changbin. No matter how many times you kissed him... no matter how you felt... no matter if your lips felt like falling off... you would never get tired of kissing him. 

You couldn’t fully put it to words.  just what being with him did to you. Maybe it sounded dramatic and cliche but the best description would be that. Whenever your lips brushed against his, suddenly life was worth living again. 

Changbin leaned into the kiss immediately, both of his arms wrapping around you securely. He was flustered at first, but he was Seo Changbin. He never lost his cool. In seconds he overtook the kiss completely. He was the one who had you breathless and gasping for air as his lips brushed against yours in a passionate and loving kiss. 

“you’re such a tease.” You heard him grumble underneath you as he gently pecked you again his eyes sparking and full of love.

You found yourself chuckling at his comment. What could be said? You didn’t feel bad at all. Smiling in victory you put your head on his chest again, his arms still tight around you, making you feel so safe and warm. You could stay like this forever. “Sorry baby I couldn’t resist.” You pointed out every word with gentle circles with your thumb on his ribs. 

Changbin scoffed but it was apparent he wasn’t mad at all. He grumbled something about you being a brat but honestly you didn’t care. Not when he had you in his arms like this. 

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Hwang Hyunjin

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One thing you loved the most about Hyunjin was how passionate he was. But sometimes all this passion he had literally running in his veins meant that even the slight inconvenience would result in the most overdramatic outburst ever. 

You understood why he wasn’t happy. You two were attending your friend’s wedding. The fact that you were a couple was the most obvious thing ever. Hyunjin hadn’t left your side for a whole night. He really was your Velcro baby. Like you weren’t being dramatic or anything. His hand literally hadn’t left your waist. Also, the number of times he kissed either your cheek or temple...

Your point was that anyone with working eyes or even just two working braincells would be able to tell that you were together. Yet there was this one asshole that kept checking you out and relentlessly flirting with you no matter how many times you shut down his advances. 

To say that Hyunjin was pissed was an understatement. You as well. The asshole really managed to get under your skin but your attention really was on your boyfriend now. 

“You okay baby?” Your whole attention was on him as he gave the shameless man the nastiest side eye ever. 

Hyunjin looked at you, his arm tight around your waist as he laid his head on your shoulder, your hand almost instinctively went to his hair. Gently scratching his nape. 

“I’m not fine. I hate how that asshole stares at you! So disrespectful.” Hyunjin grumbled. Honestly you loved whenever he got protective over you despite needing protection from almost everything himself.  

“Want to leave darling? It’s getting late anyways.”  You whispered against his ear loving his presence all around you. 

“Why should we have to leave because of some asshole? Are you uncomfortable darling? I swear I will kick his butt. Minho taught me some boxing moves and Changbin had been making go to Gym with him. I’m basically unstoppable! You say the word my love!” Hyunjin spoke with determination and passion. You couldn’t help but smile listening to him. God he was too adorable for his good. 

“You’re adorable baby. I’m fine I promise. Although constant staring is getting under my skin.” 

“I knew it! He is making you uncomfortable! I will go and have a damn word with him! No one can make my baby uncomfortable! Some people have no shame!” Not wanting to escalate things further you stopped him. And before he even had a chance to say anything you kissed him hard. 

Hyunjin was taken aback but he quickly returned the kiss. His lips moving against yours harshly like he was claiming you. He kissed you back like a man starved. Like he had a point to prove. He had never kissed you like this. Your whole body felt like it was catching on fire, not that you minded. You loved how possesive he got yet how he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. 

You kissed him just as hard. Maybe you were being inappropriate, you were at a wedding after all. But most of the guests were quite drunk or tipsy already so no one really paid any mind to you. 

After a while you had to break the kiss. Unfortunately, there was this thing called oxygen all the humans needed to survive. 

You didn’t know what came over you but you wanted the whole world to know you were his. Before Hyunjin even the thought would be ridiculous for you but now... your life really was like that tailor Swift song. "I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck not because he owns me but cuz he really knows me, which is more than they can say. - Call It What You Want. "

Honestly the kiss you two shared was so mind blowing for you, you didn’t even remember why you kissed him in the first place. Only when you noticed him look behind you and smirk in victory when you got reminded. 

Looking back yourself you also noticed that the guy who was relentlessly staring at you earlier now looked away all defeated. You smirked knowing your plan worked.  

Hyunjin looked at you looking almost giddy. 

“Don’t even say anything.” - You warned him, but he didn’t listen at you for a second. Fully smirking he wrapped his hands around you and nuzzled into your neck. 

It was endearing how clingy he could get. 

“You should do that more. It's an effective way telling everyone we belong to each other.” - Good thing he was cute, or you would have smacked him for being so cocky. 

“Come on let’s go home. I have a point to prove who I belong to.” You smirked satisfied while you watched your boyfriend almsot lose his shit with your suggestive comment. 

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Would you be able to do headcanons about 0t8 when their partner goes nonverbal? I do that sometimes and i'm curious wwhat their reactions would be🫶

Stray Kids + Nonverbal Partner (gender neutral!)

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff!

v4mps note: Of course, love, thank you for being so sweet, and I'm sorry if it's been a while since you sent this! I hope you love it!

(I know these are like headcannons. I just didn't know what to write for paragraphs)

‧ ୨ Bang Chan ୧ ‧

Super understanding and patient. He doesn't he doesn't need you to explain anything–he just picks up on your cues and adjusts accordingly

If you use gestures, texting, or writing, he follows your lead without making a big deal out of it.

Talks to you in a soft voice, never rushing or pushing you to respond.

If you're comfortable, he’ll hold your hand or rub small circles on your back to let you know he’s there.

If you get frustrated, he’s quick to reassure you with something like, “It’s okay, no pressure. Take your time.”

‧ ୨ Lee Know ୧ ‧

Notices right away and adapts quickly, even if you don’t say anything.

Not super touchy unless you initiate, but he’ll stay close to make sure you feel safe.

Communicates through small actions, like handing you your favorite snack or playing a song he knows you love.

If you use text or gestures, he’ll respond in the same way to make it feel natural.

Gives you a soft smile and says something simple like, “I got you.”

‧ ୨ Changbin ୧ ‧

Worries at first if he doesn’t know what’s happening, but once he understands, he’s really gentle about it.

Keeps talking to you in a calm, low voice, not expecting a response—just so you don’t feel pressured.

If you’re okay with it, he’ll cuddle you close or let you hold onto him for comfort.

Loves when you communicate in small ways, like nodding or squeezing his hand. It makes him feel connected to you.

Reminds you it’s okay by saying things like, “You don’t have to talk, just stay with me.”

‧ ୨ Hyunjin ୧ ‧

Very in tune with emotions, so he picks up on your energy right away.

Uses soft touches—like brushing his fingers over yours or resting his head on your shoulder—to let you know he’s there.

Loves drawing or writing with you if that’s how you like to communicate. He’ll even sketch silly doodles to make you smile.

Never rushes you, and if you need time alone, he respects that too.

Whispers things like, “You don’t need words, I understand you.”

‧ ୨ Han ୧ ‧

He’s naturally talkative, so he keeps the conversation going for you—telling you funny stories or rambling about random things to keep you comfortable.

Uses humor to make you feel at ease, like making exaggerated gestures or acting out what he’s saying.

If you prefer silence, he’ll sit with you quietly, just scrolling on his phone while making sure you’re okay.

If you seem frustrated, he reassures you gently, “You don’t need to talk. I still get you.”

Writes little notes or texts you cute messages like “You’re still my favorite person, even without words.”

‧ ୨ Felix ୧ ‧

The most patient and understanding. He never makes you feel bad about being nonverbal.

Uses pet names like “sunshine” or “love” to remind you he’s there for you.

Communicates through physical affection—warm hugs, hand squeezes, or just leaning against you.

If you write or text instead of speaking, he’ll respond the same way to match your comfort level.

Smiles softly and says, “I’ll always listen, even without words.”

‧ ୨ Seungmin ୧ ‧

Doesn’t make a big deal out of it—just adapts like it’s completely normal.

Asks simple yes/no questions so you don’t feel overwhelmed.

If you need space, he gives it to you, but if you need comfort, he’ll sit next to you quietly.

Uses humor in a subtle way, like dramatically nodding when you gesture something, just to make you chuckle.

Tells you reassuringly, “I understand you even when you’re quiet.”

‧ ୨ Jeongin ୧ ‧

Might be a little worried the first time it happens, but once he understands, he’s really gentle about it.

Tries to make you comfortable by doing little things, like getting your favorite blanket or snack.

If you communicate through gestures, he’ll mirror you so you don’t feel alone in it.

If you need to be distracted, he’ll play a game with you or show you funny videos.

Smiles warmly and says, “I don’t need words to know what you’re saying.”

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[chahnniesroom]

cross my heart

pairing: bang chan & female reader, hwang hyunjin & female reader

summary: chan has quickly become one of your closest friends at university. too bad his girlfriend, hayoon, has him wrapped around her little finger and she's determined to make your life miserable. hyunjin is just enjoying watching the drama unfold.

word count: 4.0k

tags/warnings: angst!!! hurt and maybe some comfort?, infidelity (not between the reader or chan/hyunjin), arguing, the relationships with the reader are more like friendships than dating (please let me know if you think there should be more tags/warnings)

a/n: totally thought this was going to be a short fic (like less than 1k words) but it blossomed into something more. i wanted to try something different with this fic but not sure if i pulled it off lol please be kind if you comment! i also did not to bother with honourifics so... you can pretend that chan, hyunjin, and y/n are all the same age 😅

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It's almost funny how quickly you and Chan become friends. 

You hadn't really been looking forward to taking a technical writing class, but it's one of the requirements to get your degree and at least the lecture is large enough that you won't have to do any in-class participation. When the professor announces that one of the very first assignments is going to be completed in random pairs, you're instantly nervous. It’s only after meeting Chan, who is easygoing yet studious, that you feel better.

Although the group assignment only takes a couple weeks to finish, you find yourself hanging out more and more. Chan has a natural way of writing, he's intelligent and efficient with his wording without sacrificing clarity. While you can eventually write something that’s fairly clear and concise, it takes a lot of effort and a lot of time so you're grateful to be working with Chan who doesn't struggle with tight timelines like you do.

The two of you grow close together, especially once you realise that you have a similar sense of humour and taste in music. It doesn't take long before technical writing is your favourite class. Chan always saves you a seat beside him, even though he has quite a few friends that are also taking this course. You’re not used to it at first, but you grow comfortable with the way that he leans over to make quips about whatever the professor is saying or pointing out if someone in the lecture hall is falling asleep. You sometimes bring him snacks and in exchange he brings you a drink.

The more you learn about Chan, the more you're convinced that he's perfect.

Well, apart from one thing.

The worst thing about Chan is his girlfriend. Jung Hayoon absolutely hates you and, behind Chan's back, never fails to make sure you know it too. While the two of you have never shared any courses, she regularly meets Chan after class is over and you've been invited to join them and some other friends for a meal or to study so you've interacted with her more than you want to.

You’re not quite sure what you've done to earn Hayoon's ire, but you can only guess that it's your blossoming friendship with Chan as she’s never seemed to care about you before you met him. She takes every opportunity to make backhanded compliments, pointed comments about how much or what you're eating, or loudly exclaim when you have something stuck in your teeth. You try not to let it get to you, but you've always been a bit too sensitive.

You start declining offers to hang out with Chan and the rest of his friends after class, trying to ignore Chan's disappointment and Hayoon's smug smile every time that you make excuses.

Of course, she's sickly sweet around Chan, constantly hanging off his arm, batting her eyes at him, and trying to hold his attention. You can't really stand her obviously fake behaviour, but she makes Chan happy so you don't say anything negative about her when Chan's around.

You aren’t the type to keep up with school gossip, but even you know that Hayoon's track record is far from pristine. In fact, you were surprised to hear that someone as genuine and kind as Chan was in a relationship with someone like Hayoon.

—

The library isn't your favourite place to study, but partway through midterm season you're desperate for a change in scenery. You spend the better part of the day completing practice exams for the course you're the most worried about until you finally feel more confident. Satisfied with your progress and excited at the prospect of eating a proper meal rather than the snacks that have kept you going so far, you quickly pack up.

There aren't too many people in the library since it’s so close to the weekend, a lot of students have either finished all of their exams for the week or just given up studying. Maybe that's why your attention seems so drawn to the couple that you pass on the way to the door.

You don't mean to do anything other than quickly glance at them, but the familiarity of the girl catches your eye. The carefully styled hair and slim figure is a common combination to see at your university, but after weeks of trying to avoid her, there’s no mistaking Jung Hayoon.

And it's not Chan that she’s currently kissing.

You stumble away from them, but not before Hayoon looks up and spots you. Instead of panicking or stopping, she continues making out with the boy, maintaining eye contact with you. She even has the audacity to wink. You stare at her for a second, stunned, then bolt out of the building.

You're so flustered that you don't know what to do or where to go. You end up walking to the nearest bench and sitting down heavily in it.

You knew that you didn't like Hayoon, that she was two-faced and had likely cheated on past partners, but you hadn't expected to ever catch her in the act, especially while she was dating Chan. You couldn't fathom why anybody would want anything else when they had him and you had never been able to understand cheating in the first place.

You have to tell Chan, you decide. As much as you hate difficult conversations and it kills you to be the bringer of bad news, you know that you'd never be able to sleep at night if you tried to hide this from him. If you were in his position, you would prefer to know as soon as possible.

You call him as you start heading in the direction of his dorm.

“Hey,” Chan picks up after only a few rings. “Is everything okay? You don't usually call.”

“Uhm-” You have no clue what to say, you didn't think this through enough before dialling. “Where are you? I- Can I come talk to you?”

“Y/n? What's wrong?” Chan's instantly concerned.

“Nothing, I just- I really need to talk to someone right now,” you say quickly. “I'm fine, I mean.”

“Okay. I'm at home right now, but I can come meet you if you need? Where are you?”

“Don't worry about it, I'll head over, if that's okay.”

“Sure,” Chan says, sounding extremely worried. “Be safe, Y/n. I'll see you soon.”

After you hang up, you don't quite run to Chan's place, but you're out of breath and sweaty by the time you make it. You take a moment to compose yourself before requesting access into the building, but you know you still look frazzled. Chan buzzes you in immediately and he’s waiting in the hallway when you step out of the elevator. He guides you into his room, but only after checking you over and making sure that you're physically okay.

“Y/n, you're scaring me,” he says after leading both of you to sit down at his tiny kitchen table. “Tell me what's got you so worked up.”

“Do you know where Hayoon is today?” you ask, probably sounding insane. Chan pauses for a moment, brow furrowed before he responds.

“I know that she has an exam tomorrow, so I assume that she's studying. Why, what's up?”

“She didn't say where or who she was going to be with today?”

“No, but it's not like I'm tracking her all the time. She's her own person, she's not obligated to constantly update me.”

“I saw her at the library.”

“Okay,” Chan says slowly.

“She was with someone else, a guy.”

“Why are you telling me this, Y/n?” Chan asks, starting to sound annoyed. His tone catches you off guard.  “This is why you called me, why you ran over to my place? If you think I'm that controlling-”

“They were kissing,” you interrupt. “She’s cheating on you, Chan.”

“Who was the guy?”

“I- I didn't see him well, his back was towards me so I couldn't recognize him,” you falter.

“Did you take a picture? Was there anyone else around?”

“No- but, I-”

“So I'm just supposed to believe you,” he says flatly.

“What? Why would I make this up?”

“I know that, for some reason, you don’t like Hayoon.” Chan's usually friendly voice is cold and his face is stony. “I can live with that. I mean, of course it would be nice if you were at least civil to her. But at the end of the day, you don’t have to, she’s my girlfriend and not yours.”

“Okay,” you say slowly, “but how would lying about this benefit me at all?”

“She warned me about this, you know. She said you were jealous. Of her. Of us. That you would do something to try and break us up.” Chan laughs, but the sound is empty. “I always defended you, which she hated. I don't know how many times I told her that you weren't like that, that there was nothing going on between us.”

“Well I can assure you that I’m not jealous. That I’m not trying to break you two up.”

“I know that there’s… chemistry between us,” Chan acknowledges. “I don't have that many close female friends and I didn't before I started dating Hayoon either, but I know that I like your company and that you're easy to talk to. But that's all. It's fine if you're interested in me, you can’t help your feelings, but accusing my girlfriend of cheating? That’s sick, Y/n.”

“Are you kidding me? There is nothing going on between us.” you say incredulously. “Listen Chan, I’m saying this, I'm here as a friend. You think I'm lying? You think I want to hurt you?”

“I think that maybe Hayoon had a point when she said you wouldn't be satisfied with just being friends.”

“That's what you think of me?” you ask, feeling hurt. “Even if I was interested, I wouldn't do that. I respect you as a friend, I respect you as a person, and I respect your relationship whether I like your partner or not. But if that’s how you see me, I’m not sure that we were ever really friends. I would never try to sabotage you or anybody that's happily in a relationship.” Chan's face drops at your words.

“Y/n-” he starts to say, but you've had enough of this conversation.

“Look- I came here because I knew I would feel terrible and guilty if I didn't, but I can't convince you of something you don't want to believe.” You shake your head and walk towards the door.

Chan doesn't try to stop you as you leave.

 —

The next day you get to class 15 minutes before it’s supposed to start. You're exhausted, have your eyes swollen from crying when you got back home last night, and most of all, feel hurt. You had been a little worried about how Chan would react to what you had to tell him, but you never expected that he would dismiss you without a thought. It's hard to reconcile with the upbeat and kind seatmate that you're used to.

Instead of your usual seat near the middle of the classroom, you opt for one off to the side that’s often emptier, not wanting to have to talk to or even see Chan. You pull up an assignment that you’ve been procrastinating working on and manage to ignore the rest of your classmates as they filter into the lecture hall. It’s only when someone slides into the seat right next to you that you look up, surprised anybody would approach you when you’re clearly being unsociable and look awful.

“Hyunjin.” You’re too shocked to even say hello.

“That’s my name,” Hyunjin replies, looking unimpressed by your greeting as he pulls out his laptop. “Good morning to you, too.”

“Sorry, good morning. You don’t usually sit with me.” You can’t help but point out the obvious. 

In fact, Hyunjin usually doesn't sit with anyone. He's popular, it'd be hard not to be when you look as good as he does, but it's in a different way than Chan. While Chan seems to know practically everybody on campus, Hyunjin is almost untouchable.

While there are hoards of girls and guys that would love to have even a sliver of his attention, Hyunjin has a small circle of friends and is more interested in escaping the lecture hall to paint or dance than socialise. The only reason that you know him is because one of your closest childhood friends, Minho, is on the same dance crew as him and the three of you sometimes hang out. You wouldn't say that Hyunjin is more than an acquaintance though, he still intimidates you enough that you never would have tried to approach him first.

“And you don’t usually sit over here.” Hyunjin pretends to stretch and turns to look at your usual spot. “Avoiding someone?”

“Maybe.” You blush, embarrassed to be so easily seen through. “Is it that noticeable?”

“Nah, I just figured it was a matter of time before Hayoon got under your skin enough. I'm actually impressed you lasted this long, she really has it out for you.” While Hyunjin is surprisingly perceptive, you've also spent a fair bit of time ranting about Hayoon to Minho, and as a result, Hyunjin is kept up to speed on everything that Hayoon has done to antagonise you. You never realised that he actually paid enough attention to remember or that he agreed that Hayoon treated you like dirt.

“Actually, she’s not the one that I don’t want to talk to. Well, I never want to talk to her, but I’m not avoiding her.”

“No way,” Hyunjin crowds into your personal space, eyebrows raised dramatically. “Chan?”

You’ve had a pit in your stomach since last night’s argument and your mouth dries up at the thought of being so vulnerable, but something about the way that Hyunjin's eyes have widened to the size of dinner plates and his mouth has formed a little shocked ‘o’ is so disarming. 

“We had a disagreement last night,” you admit.

“Hayoon cheated?” he guesses.

Now it's your turn for your mouth to drop open in shock.

“Don't say it so loud,” you hiss. “How did you know?”

“Well, as much as I usually like to give people the benefit of the doubt, especially for something this serious…” Hyunjin grimaces slightly. “I’ve been kind of expecting it. Hasn't she done the same on her past three or four boyfriends?”

“Oof, that bad? I've heard some things, but never really knew for sure.”

“At least,” Hyunjin confirms. “Honestly, I'd be more shocked if she didn't cheat at this point. I'm guessing Chan didn't take it so well if you're upset with him.”

“He's loyal to a fault, literally!” you complain. “In his eyes, Hayoon can’t do anything wrong, he's able to explain away everything she does. He didn’t believe that it was her that I saw.”

“So what are you going to do?” Hyunjin asks curiously.

“Nothing,” you say sullenly. “As much as I'd like to shake some sense into him, he's an adult. He can make his own decisions and if he wants to live in denial, that's up to him.”

“You're a good friend.” Hyunjin reaches out tentatively and after an awkward second, pats your shoulder. “Not everyone would be brave enough to have that kind of difficult conversation. Chan may be stubborn right now, but he'll appreciate it later.”

“Well based on yesterday, I don't think I'm his friend at all,” you huff. “Anyway, if it's okay with you, I don't think that I will make it through the rest of the term if I have to sit over there.”

“Be my guest.” Hyunjin grins and the sight of it makes the lecture a bit easier to sit through.

—

You don’t talk to Chan for the rest of the term. While you stopped outright avoiding him, you’re pretty sure that he’s purposely steering clear of you. Instead, you continue to sit with Hyunjin and pretend that Chan doesn’t exist.

It feels silly that you miss him or that you can’t seem to get over how things ended between the two of you. You had only been friends for two months, you shouldn’t be so hurt every time he purposely turns away from you or when his eyes seem to slide over you like you’re not there.

Hyunjin basically becomes your part-time therapist. Most of the time, it’s enough that he keeps you distracted. He shares all the latest campus gossip with you, allows you to work while he paints, and invites you to hang out with Minho and the rest of their dance crew more than a few times. On the rare occasion when you’re feeling more fragile than usual, he would be willing to spend an evening at your place and listen to you wallow.

“It’s fair that you’re still upset,” he had comforted you once. You had run into Hayoon in the bathroom that afternoon and she had gloated about how nothing and nobody would be able to break her and Chan apart. It had made you feel sick to the stomach. “There was never any resolution. Chan didn’t believe you, doesn’t believe you, even though you went to him with good intentions and it’s reasonable that you would feel hurt or frustrated.”

“I feel so stupid,” you had sniffled. “It’s not even like it was a break up. We were just friends.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier, you’re still missing someone who used to be in your life. It’ll get easier next term when you don’t share a class, I promise.” Somehow, that actually had made you feel better.

“Thanks, Hyunjin,” you had said with a watery smile.

The two of you work out well together, not just because you enjoy each other’s presence, but also because there’s no expectations or pressure. Hyunjin has slowly started to share with you stories about his previous relationships, how he’s hesitant to start dating again after having his heart broken so many times. Even though there are rumours swirling about the two of you, you know that neither of you are ready for it yet and that’s partly why it's so easy to hang out with him.

Tonight, the two of you are just hanging out in his art studio. You're mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you’ve just finished the exam that you've been dreading the most and don't have the brain capacity to even think about school. You know that Hyunjin is doing the same, you can see it out of the corner of your eye, but he's trying to pretend that he's working since his painting is due the next day.

He drops all pretences when he gasps loudly at something that he sees on his phone.

“Y/n,” he says gravely.

“What?” you ask, only slightly curious. By now, you've gotten used to the fact that Hyunjin would react the same way to seeing a cute puppy video as he would finding out about some terrible news.

“A friend just texted me,” he says, still in shock.

“Okay? What did they say?”

Hyunjin looks up at you for a moment, down at his phone, then back up at you.

“ChanandHayoonbrokeup,” he says in a rush, before wincing, clearly afraid of what your reaction is going to be.

“What?” You can't believe your ears.

“Chan and Hayoon, apparently they broke up this afternoon. Someone heard them shouting at each other.”

You put down your pencil slowly, not sure what to think.

“Do you know why?”

“Someone said that they heard that yesterday, Heeyeon and Yikyung broke up because Yikyung cheated on her. I think it must be related,” Hyunjin says quietly.

“Oh.”

“I think there's pictures or a video out there, I haven't seen anything yet though,” Hyunjin continues on, starting to get excited while typing away on his phone. 

“Oh,” you say again, at a loss for actual words.

“Right before the holidays too, that's so-” Hyunjin cuts himself off when he looks up and sees you frozen in place. “Y/n, are you okay? Sorry, I'm sure it's a lot to process-”

“No, it's fine.” You force a smile. “I just- I think I have to go home now.”

“Y/n-”

“Really, it's okay. I just forgot that I have something to do. At home. Sorry.”

Hyunjin stares at you with eyes filled with something akin to pity, but doesn't say anything else. You try to ignore it as you hurriedly grab your things and leave.

—

A few days later you're packing up your bags in preparation to go home for the winter break when you hear a knock at your door. You weren't expecting anybody, but there's a few friends that you have that like to show up unannounced. 

You're not prepared to open the door and find Chan standing behind it.

He looks terrible. He's wearing a huge hoodie and his hair is tucked away behind a beanie, but nothing can hide the way that his eyes are swollen and his skin is lacking its usual colour. You can only guess that he hasn't been able to eat or sleep much judging from the gauntness of his face and dark circles.

“Chan,” you say carefully. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm sorry,” he says with a hoarse voice. “I was wrong.”

“Ah, Hayoon.”

“You heard?” he asks, face crumpling a little at the mention of his ex.

“It's-” You pause for a moment, trying to figure out how to put it delicately. "Someone mentioned it to me.”

“You must hate me.” Chan laughs humourlessly. “I know that I do. I was such a fool for not trusting you. I just didn't want to believe that she would do that to me. Stupid, I know. I'm really sorry that I said all those things to you, that I avoided you as if that would change the truth.”

For months, you've been waiting, hoping that Chan would come back to you and apologise. But actually hearing it isn't as satisfying as you thought. In fact, you don't really feel anything at all.

“I want to make it up to you,” Chan says earnestly. “Are you free? We can go for a meal and catch up. I missed you.”

“Uhm,” you say, not quite sure how to respond. You don't want to say yes, but you're scared to lose this opportunity.

“Actually, she's busy,” Hyunjin says. He steps out from behind Chan and wraps an arm around your waist possessively, nudging you behind him in the process. “I think it would be best if you leave.”

Normally you hate it when other people talk for you, but right now you're grateful that Hyunjin appeared. You're not even sure why he's here, although you mentioned that this was your last day on campus, the two of you didn't have plans to hang out.

“Oh.” Chan falters. “Are you two… together?”

“And if we are?” Hyunjin asks challengingly. You've never seen him this defensive before. “Frankly, it's none of your business. I'm tired of listening to your half-hearted apologies that are months too late and I'm pretty sure that Y/n isn't interested in them either.”

“Y/n?” Chan pleads.

“Hyunjin's right, I think that you should go,” you say from where you're still hidden behind Hyunjin. You're glad that you don't have to look him in the eyes. “I can't- I'm heading home today. I have to pack before my train leaves this afternoon.”

“Right,” Chan says thickly. “Sorry. I- I'm sorry, Y/n.”

You lean into Hyunjin's back for support, squeezing your eyes shut as you hear Chan's footsteps trail away. You don't open them for a long time, even when you feel Hyunjin turn around and wrap his arms around you. Instead, you just focus on the steady thump of Hyunjin's heartbeat and try to remember how to breathe.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #50 - Roundie]

"When Jungkook accidentally gives himself a bowl cut."

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Warnings: just Kookie being the cutest and roundest, she teases him for messing up his haircut, and he playfully bites her cheek for it, they're so in love, snuggles and kisses hihi

Wordcount: 1.3k

a/n: i don't have to mention what i was inspired by LIKE he is so cute you have no idea i love him so much it's actually insane :( this is also something that ogc!googie would do so i wanted to be self-indulgent and write it ihihiih <3 have fun besties 🧡

“No!” 

You heard your husband exclaim this one small word around twenty minutes ago and haven't heard a word from him since. Only the blow dryer, which has been running the last few minutes, can be heard.

You and Jungkook are on a romantic holiday in Japan because the land is especially nice this time around to explore by motorbike. You are currently staying in an Airbnb somewhere in the Japanese mountains. The architecture and furniture is traditional with a hint of modern and the house offers a small private spa area. You and Jungkook have already enjoyed it earlier today, but decided to call it quits for now. You currently find yourself on the sofa in your pyjamas, relaxing with a good book and a cup of tea, while your husband locked himself up in the bathroom. 

Except for his very enthusiastic and shocked “No!” you haven’t heard from him. That changes however right this instant when the blow dryer stops and the door unlocks. 

“Baby?” 

“Yes, Kook?”

You can’t see him yet, talking louder to make up for the distance. Judging from his voice coming closer, he is walking to you. 

“So, remember how I told you that my hair is getting too long?” 

You set down your book.

“What did you do?” 

“Okay so, hah, funny story. So okay, you know how we met when we were both nineteen, yeah?” 

“Yes?” 

“Okay cool and I looked really sexy and handsome and mature?” 

“Thinking back, you still looked very boyish back then, but I guess yeah you did. Why? What did you do?” 

“Did you ever wonder what I looked like when I was fifteen?” 

“Jeon Jungkook stop the riddles, what did you do?”

He crosses the corner, appearing in your vision. You instantly crack up, coughing out laughter and pointing your finger at him. He gave himself the roundest and cutest bowl cut ever, looking like a teen with it. 

“What did you do? Baby, oh my god”, you laugh loudly.

“I cut the bangs too short. I tried to save them by cutting the sides, but then I had to match the back too and I gave myself a bowl cut.”

“You look so adorable, I can’t believe it”, you say, stumbling to your feet so you can run to him and touch his hair, “you have the roundest head ever. You’re basically a circle.”

“I’m not a circle. Baby”, he whines and pouts.

You snicker, fluffing up his sides. They instantly fall back into their natural bowl cut state.

“I can’t believe it, you turned yourself into a boba ball. God, look at you. It’s like you aged backwards.”

“It’s the same stupid hairstyle I had in middle school. Baby, please tell me I’m handsome, I’m a sad doofus right now.”

“You’re the most handsome circle ever.”

He nudges you gently, furrowing his brows.

“Shut up, you’re not helping.”

You cackle, now fumbling with his bangs. 

“Of course you’re handsome, my sweetie. I’ve never seen you with your hair like this before, I love it a lot”, you say and tug on his bangs softly. They instantly bounce back into their bowl cut state, reflecting the lights from just how shiny and round his hair is. You snicker, “god it’s so cute. You’re adorable.”

“I'm neither cute nor adorable. I’m manly and sexy. Urgh, I ruined myself.” He whines and drops his head on your Shoulder. “I'll accept it if you divorce me now.”

“Divorce-ha!” You laugh loudly, giving his butt a playful spank, ���you dramatic baby, you. I already told you that I love it. You’re very handsome and of course, very manly and sexy.”

He lifts his head, giving you a small grin. 

“But…also very cute and adorable.”

He furrows his brows, opening his mouth.

You instantly silence him, “which is a good thing because it means I wanna cuddle you even more often.”

“Wait. This is a good thing”, he says, making you chuckle.

“It is. Gosh you, let me take a picture. You’re so adorable.” 

“If you must.”

Despite his initial complaints, Jungkook ends up posing with pouted lips and his hand throwing up a peace sign. It’s his signature pose he does in pictures and he looks very adorable tonight. You giggle at the picture, putting it as your lock screen. You show it to him.

“Look, now when someone asks me about you, I can tell them I’m married to a roundie.” 

“You”, Jungkook points his finger at you. “Stop it.” 

You cackle. 

His features soften, a warm smile washes over his face. He gives up with a fond scoff and a little chuckle, closing the distance by grabbing your waist and pulling you snug against him. You and he sway from side to side, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. You have your arms hooked behind his head.

“You’re lucky that you’re so cute, otherwise I would have to bite your cheeks for your annoying antics”, he says.

“Mhm bite my cheeks you say? Ohoho mister what a thread, especially coming from a life sized choco ball such as yourself.”

“Yah”, he complains and gives your buttocks a squeeze. 

“Sorry, sorry last one I promise. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself”, you snicker, rubbing his neck in apology. 

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing his hands over your buttocks innocently. 

“It’s insane how good it fits you. Up close, you can really tell that you fucked it up, but it looks so good on you that it’s not even bad that you fucked it up.” 

“Is it really bad?”

“No, not at all. Your bangs are a little choppy, but it’s cute. Very handsome. Gosh”, you squish his cheeks, “your eyes look even prettier with this hair. It’s like they’re supporting each other’s roundieness. You’re seriously so handsome.” 

Jungkook smiles shyly, “thanks, heh. Roundieness isn’t even a word by the way.”

“It is now.” 

Jungkook simply furrows his brows and goes in for the attack. He bites your cheek. Gently of course. 

“Yah”, you step back, wiping the saliva from your skin. 

“I warned you and you wouldn’t listen. Consequences of your own actions, missy.”

“Don’t talk to me about consequences of my own actions, Mister Accidental Bowl Cut Which Aged Him Back Decades.”

Jungkook laughs and hugs your waist. You chuckle.

“Come on you, let’s go to bed and cuddle.”

“Yay cuddles. I swear today drained me. I almost fell asleep in the hot spring.” 

“Baby, you fell asleep. I had to hold your head so you wouldn’t accidentally drown.”

“I guess I did. I couldn’t help it. It was warm and cozy. I felt very relaxed.”

You and he get under the same blanket. He lies down on his side, you face him. His bangs fall to one side, now looking like those typical two thousand tens bangs every teenage boy had back then. 

You play with them, eyes spilling over with love.

“If I had met you back then, I so would have had a crush on you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm totally. You would have been my type. You are my type, but you get what I mean.”

“I do, yeah.” He smiles and reaches out to play with your hair. “You would have been my type too. Your mom showed me pictures of you when you were a teen and I would have had such a crush on you back then.”

“Oh god”, you chuckle, “I was such a mess though. Did she show you the pic of my clip in leopard print hair strands I rocked with black eyeliner?” 

“Of course she did. You totally rocked them.”

“No I didn't, I looked ridiculous.”

“At least you didn’t look like a circle.”

You laugh, “mhm maybe, but you’re the most handsome circle I have ever seen”, you say, pushing him to his back and climbing on his lap.

Jungkook holds your hips instantly, purring his words as he gazes at your lips.

“Yeah? I’m a handsome circle?”

“Mhhm the most handsome.”

“Hah, come and kiss me, baby.”

You smile, he smiles, sharing a breathy chuckle and little moan with you.

“Kiss me, please.”

“Fuck Kook, I can’t get enough of you”, you say and pull him into a deep kiss. 

[bookskeepers]

third time's the charm ♡ chapter seven

content warnings: MDNI, bad jokes, reader rambles about neuroscience, sexism mentioned, dirty talk af, reader tries to hold a conversation during sex tho, oral (male receiving), fingering, peepee in veevee, protected, nipple play (m + f receiving), overstimulation, TICKLISH COOTER, i probably use every possible word for 'penis', not proofread

word count: can't measure on mobile so... ~3.2k? idk tbh

a/n: note to self: never write on mobile again. wtf. also the 'ticklish down there' is a self story bc when my ob gyn disinfected my hoo ha for iud insertion i told her it tickled (bc i was giggling) and she said I'm her first ticklish patient (and yes, i have also gotten ticklish during receiving oral </3)

taglist: @wakashudou @maddyb-rapps

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"Guess we're starting off with a bang, huh?"

The line catches you off-guard. After all, it's not actually related to the activities you two will be partaking in; your door did slam into the wall with how much force you used to fling it open.

After taking way too much time to process what he said, you finally break out into a fit of giggles. "Because," you begin, "we're going to have sex, but the door also whammed into the wall..."

There's a look of amusement in Tsukishima Kei's honey brown eyes as he takes a step into your dorm, closer to you. "Sure. We can say it was intentional."

You take a step back unconsciously, making room for him to pass by you into your room. Unlike last time, you forgot to clean up -- there are clothes scattered on the bed and three different textbooks opened haphazardly on the floor. Your rug is crumpled up in the corner of the room, a victim of an outrage earlier in the week at getting an annoying text from a groupmate about a project.

The minimal mess doesn't seem to bother him, though. You watch as he sets his own bag on the ground, noting to yourself that he actually brought a bag with him this time. He steps over the opened textbooks, taking care not to accidentally damage them, before he arrives at your bed. He's facing away from you, so you can't see his face, but you can hear the smirk in his voice as he picks up a particularly lacy bra that would leave nothing to the imagination if someone saw you wearing it. "Weren't gonna wear this one for tonight, huh?"

Your face begins to heat up as you rush over to his side, snatching the garment out of his hands and kicking it under the bed. "Uh, don't worry about that." Mai had decided it'd be funny to gift you the world's most revealing lingerie set (which was impressive, given the nature of lingerie) yesterday as a 'congratulations for hooking up with the same person twice' gift. You had opened the box and thrown it at her in shock. She had thrown it back, and it stayed on your bed where Tsukishima found it.

He watches you with a bemused expression before leaning back on your bed as if this were his dorm room, not yours. "So... what can you teach me about sex, from a neuroscience standpoint?" he asks, reaching one hand out to take your arm and pull you closer.

You stumble in the process, finding yourself flat against him with both your palms pressed firmly on his chest. "Oh!" you exclaim, face turning even redder. "Well, actually, all I really know is that women produce oxytocin when they... y'know, release, and men release dopamine, I think?" You begin to ramble, talking about the effects of these two hormones on the brain while Tsukishima watches, clearly listening to your every word.

As what was supposed to be a hook-up starts nearing closer and closer to a lecture, the blonde male holds your wrist up to his mouth, planting soft kisses on it as you continue to talk. "...so some really sexist people think that, because women release oxytocin when they orgasm and oxytocin is linked to pairbonding, promiscuous women are incapable of forming lasting relatio-- what are you doing?"

His tactic of slowly and gently placing kisses up your arm to distract you worked, as now your focus is solely on him instead of whatever neuroscience-related lectures were replaying in your head.

"Performing an experiment," he says between pecks, his voice low and sultry.

You raise a brow at him, biting the edge of your bottom lip. "Oh? And what experiment might that be?"

His other hand, the one not holding your wrist up, trails up your spine, applying a gentle pressure to get you to lean in. "Something, something, oxytocin. Can I kiss you? For experimental purposes, of course."

You close the gap between the two of you in response, contentment flooding your nervous system as your lips move against his. They're softer than you remember, smooth with the addition of chapstick. When you part for air, you feel the faint taste of vanilla.

"Sweet," you remark before he can go in for another kiss.

He pauses halfway, leaving the barest of space between you two, a slight smile on his features. Fishing through a pocket with one hand, he procures a tube of balm after a few seconds. "You like the vanilla flavor?"

You put on an expression of deep thought before shrugging. "I'm going to need a few more taste tests before I'm sure," you state, pulling him in for another kiss.

It doesn't take long for you to melt into him once more, that awkward tension usually involved with kissing a stranger long gone, since you've already, y'know, had sex with him.

Gone is the shaky, hesitant individual from last time. You're more confident in your movements with him, wasting no time in running your hands under the edge of his tee, the hem riding up as your hands go higher and higher. As your fingertips reach his pecs, you take a second to pinch and squeeze lightly at his nipples and you relish the groan he releases into your mouth as a result.

"God, I forgot how good that feels," he whispers, acting as if it hadn't been more than a week since the original hookup. "Do it again," he says as he lifts you up and places you on the bed before taking his shirt off, exposing his nipples to the cold air.

You don't respond verbally, instead opting to take one of the peaks into your mouth. You give it a good suck before gently nipping at it, causing Tsukishima to entangle his fingers in your hair and let out a small noise. Heat begins pooling between your legs in earnest as you continue to lavish his chest with attention, eventually switching from one nip to the other, one of your hands pulling and tweaking at the one that isn't in your mouth.

After a few more moments of this, he places his arms on your shoulders and you stop. His face is bright red and he's panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Is that what it feels like when I do the same to you?" he asks in a husky tone, moving his hands from your shoulders to the hem of your shirt. "Because I'm about to do that to you. I missed them."

There's an edge of playfulness in his voice hiding the twinge of sincerity as he pulls your shirt over your head, once again taking the time to visually appreciate the way your chest looks in your bra. "I like this color on you," he says before he pushes you back rather harshly.

You lay flat on the mattress with a squeak as he hovers above you, one knee on the bed and the other leg straight. "Like this sight, too," he adds as he lowers his head to your chest, his tongue flicking over a clothed nipple. The wet feeling combined with the friction of the bra material against your sensitive flesh makes your back arch ever so slightly into him, and you can feel his grin against your skin. Tingles of electricity bloom around where his mouth and hands meet your breasts, and tiny gasps and pants leave your own mouth as he continues sucking and nipping at the flesh.

He pauses briefly. "Feeling that oxytocin rush yet, baby?"

"Definitely," you breathe out as your back arches up against him when his fingers press against your clothed core. "You could probably make it really rush, if you tried hard enough."

"Don't worry." He sits up, hands leaving your chest to start working on your bottoms. "I fully intend to."

You lift your hips into the air to help in his quest, watching the lust practically cloud his gaze when he succeeds in removing both your pants and undies in one fell swoop. "Shit," he murmurs, running his thumb through your folds. You shiver at the contact. "Good thing I didn't get a chance to eat dinner."

You lift your head off the mattress to stare him down, a look of shock on your face. "What?"

He laughs, now using his middle and ring finger to slide up and down between your southern lips. "Now I get to fully enjoy this feast."

Without giving you time to retort, he prods his fingers at your entrance and presses his tongue flat against your clit, causing you to cry out and arch your back. He wastes no time in attaching his lips to the sensitive bud as his fingers begin pistoning in and out of you at a relentless pace. He's far more ruthless this time, seeming to have figured out what you like from the previous hookup alone.

The sounds of your moans and his slurps fill the air, until he abruptly pulls away from your vag. "No conversation this time?" he asks, his tone almost pouty.

"Oh, I can talk if you want," you offer. He nods before delving back in, and your body shudders at the contact. "So... did you... you know that the clitoris is -- ohmygod, right there, pleasepleaseplease -- a bundle of really sensitive ner-- haaa -- nerves? And when you s-- just like that, you're doing it so good, don't stop -- when you suck on it, it feels fucking phenomenal?"

He hums against your cunt, sending vibrations straight to your brain. You continue to babble, occasionally interruptimg yourself to praise him. Your fingers find their way to his hair again, scritching at the scalp gently.

Unlike last time, where he managed to tear an orgasm out of you, you find the stimulation to start to be overwhelming. Your thighs are spasming and trying to clench shut around his head. A brief glance downwards reveals that one of his hands are unaccounted for, and suddenly you can hear the faint thwapthwapthwap of skin against skin underneath the cacophony of your moans -- is he jacking off?

Your body struggles against him and you find tears forming in your eyes from how the situation has suddenly become too much. He shifts his mouth against you and the pleasurable feeling vanishes; it's replaced by the sensation of being tickled. You push his head away, breaking out into giggles. "Stop, please stop," you manage to choke out.

And just like that, he stops. "Everything okay?" he asks, lifting his head from between your legs. His ears are red from where your thighs applied unnecessary pressure, and the lower half of his face is shiny with your fluids.

"Yeah, it was..." you start, chest heaving. "Just getting to be too much..." You sit up, scooting away from the edge and patting the bed next to you. "Besides, don't you think it's your turn to feel good?"

He raises an eyebrow at you before settling on the bed next to you. "Giving you attention is all I need to feel good," he murmurs, cupping your cheek with one hand and placing his thumb on your lower lip.

You press a soft kiss to the pad of his finger, before noticing that his pants are just gone. His cock rests against his lower stomach, the tip angrily red and leaking. "When did you take your pants off?"

"When I was eating you out," he responds in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm pretty nifty with one hand."

You adjust your position so you're straddling Tsukishima, smiling devilihsly at him. "Oh, I've definitely been on the receiving end of nifty," you confirm.

"You sure you're good to continue?" he asks, concern evident in his tone. Both his hands come to rest on your waist. "I'm okay with stopping, you know. Don't push yourself if you don't want to."

Those sparks that flew when you had kissed him a week ago are flying again and wreaking havoc in your stomach. The tender concern in his tone, despite the two of you barely knowing each other beyond the confines of your dorm, has you blushing bright pink. Oh God, is that what the bare minimum does to you now? "Yeah, I'm fine," you insist, leaning in closer. "I just get ticklish down there sometimes."

He's leaning in closer too, but he stops when you say that. "...Your cooch is ticklish?" he asks, flabbergasted.

"Uh, yeah? Sometimes?"

"That's a first, I think. That, and trying to hold a conversation while receiving oral."

"Hey, you told me to talk!"

"Guilty," he says, laughing before he finally closes the distance between you two. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you melt against him.

You don't get carried away, however, and before long you gently push him until his back is against the mattress and he has a look of curiosity in his eyes. You plant soft kisses trailing down his body, taking the time to nip at each of his nipples again, before you go past his navel, past his happy trail.

The curious look in his eyes is replaced with excitement as you place a soft kiss on the tip of his dick, licking your lips to remove the precum that had landed on them. It's salty and bitter, not that you expected otherwise.

"Normally I eat pineapple before a hookup," he states, "but you said you're allergic last time, so I didn't wanna risk it... in case... the pineapple got into my sperm, or something."

You gaze at him from beneath your lashes, ass in the air as you press your face to the base of his penis. "How considerate," you say right before licking a long stripe up.

His hips jerk upwards, throwing you temporarily off balance before you fix your stance. You take the mushroom-esque head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and revelling in his quiet gasps as you take more of him in your mouth.

His hands find your hair, entangling themselves in your locks, but he doesn't push down. Once again, you are blown away by Tsukishima Kei doing the bare minimum (not forcing you to deepthroat his dong). You can feel the appendage hardening even more in your mouth as you bob up and down, and opening your eyes reveals Tsukishima's thighs shaking with constraint -- perhaps restraining himself from thrusting. His head is thrown back against the pillows, and the quiet noises emanating from him are almost drowned out by the wet noises from your throat. You hope your brain is recording those noises of his, because they are divine.

You gag as you accidentally take too much of him at once, and he instantly lifts your head off his penis. "Don't choke, baby," he says in a mock-scolding tone.

"I'm fine, I can keep going," you retort, removing his hands from your hair with your own and beginning to reassume your position.

He shifts so he's sitting on his knees, pulling his lower half away from you. "As much as I loved you giving me head, that's not what I meant when I say 'I wanna be inside you.'"

"When did you say--" you begin, but he cuts you off by manhandling your position until you're laying on your back, legs spread, with him between them.

"Just now, I think," he says as he leans over the edge of the bed, gripping one of your thighs for support as he rustles through something on the floor. Within a few seconds, he straightens up and reveals the purplish-black packaging of a condom. He tears it with ease and slides it onto his leaking shaft.

"You're a Skyn guy?" you ask as he lines his dick up with your entrance.

He makes eye contact with you, a question in his gaze. You nod and gasp as he begins to push in. "Skyn's great. I feel everything."

"R-really?" you manage, "I feel like everyone prefers... prefers... Durex?"

"Nah, they haven't tried Skyn then." He, yet again, doesn't give you a chance to respond before pushing the rest of himself in. "God, I forgot how fucking tight you are."

You can't bring yourself to babble anything out, too lost in the delicious stretch and pleasure he's dragging in and out of your walls. His pace is fast, but not ruthless -- his tip kisses your cervix each time, but doesn't smash into it. He leans over you as he thrusts, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder so he can get in deeper. You raise your head so your lips can meet.

The kiss is fiery and full of passion and groans as he speeds up his pace, his hips snapping against yours. "Fuck," he moans into your mouth, breaking the contact to rest his forehead against yours.

"You must... be in peak physical condition," you manage to say between gasps.

"I play volleyball," he responds as he wastes no time in flipping you over so he's railing into you from behind.

"Y-you do!?" you exclaim.

He lets out a breathy laugh. "Baby, I'm on the Sendai Frogs."

"What's that?"

His next thrust is a little harsher than before, ripping a moan from your throat and causing your head to fall into the pillows. "Shit, sorry." He places a hand on your back and draws soothing circles with his fingertips, a complete opposite to the fucking he's giving you. "It's a volleyball team."

"I got that, but... Oh my fucking God, Tsukishima," you pant out. "I can't... can't fucking talk when you're railing me so good."

Your words of praise seem to spur him on because the soothing circles stop, instead replaced by the feeling of his chest pressing to your back. "Yeah? I'm fucking you good?" he asks in a low, sultry tone.

"So... so good, please don't stop."

He keeps his pace up until it begins to grow jerky and erratic. "Shit, I'm gonna cum," he whispers against the back of your neck.

"For me? Cum for me?" you ask in an innocent tone, despite the act you're engaging in.

He groans against your skin, and you feel his fingers dig into the soft skin just above your hips. "Fuck, yeah, baby, I'll cum for you."

His pace slows as he spills into the condom, and you wonder if he thanks whoever invented contraceptives whenever he finishes inside. Soon, it stops completely and he flops onto you, flattening you against the bed. "That was phenomenal."

You squeak from beneath him, his weight simultaneously comforting and a little bit suffocating. "Tsukishima... can't move!"

He laughs and gets off you, once again sorting through your stuff to find proper aftercare tools. "Sorry."

You feel the soft towel against your inner thighs as he cleans you up, before the material of your underwear slides up your legs. "I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow," you groan, feeling that familiar soreness begin to sprout between your legs.

"My fault," he replies drily. You watch as he procures fresh underwear from his backpack -- an overnight bag? -- and puts it on. He walks over to the bed after doing so. "Scoot."

"Telling me to scoot in my own room should be criminal," you grumble before scooting over. He gets in the bed beside you, laying on his back. It doesn't take him much effort to move you around so your head is on his chest and your body is draped over his. He traces shapes on your skin again, and you listen to his heartbeat. "Wanna stay the night?" you offer after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"That'd be awesome," is what you hear as your eyes begin to flutter shut, despite the lamp next to your bed still being on. The room plunges into darkness as Tsukishima turns it off, however, and the last thing you note is him saying, "Goodnight princess."

[froggibus]

Boned - Leon S Kennedy

Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, comfort

Word Count: 700

Summary: after a horror movie marathon with your boyfriend, you find yourself a little jumpy

CW: ambiguous but i imagined re4/re6 leon while writing this, established relationship, pet names, horror movies, scaredy cat reader, guns (Leon has a pistol), paranoia/fear, Leon makes dumb jokes, mostly fluffy i swear

our first little break from kinktober writing + first little dive into fall fest! i really enjoyed writing this and think if i keep it up maybe im gonna do it again next year! i was giggling to myself making these jokes so i hope yall find them funny ^^

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You flinch as a scream rattles out through the speaker, echoing in your ears. Leon’s grip around your shoulders tightens, his jaw set firmly.

He sighs. “Why do you insist on watching these when they scare you every damn time?”

You nuzzle your head into the chest, the scent of his cologne soothing your nerves. “They excite me.” You glance up at him through your lashes, “why’re you complaining, huh? You scared?”

He rolls his eyes at you, chuckling at your antics. Your attention goes back to the tv, focusing on the third consecutive horror movie of the night. Leon’s never enjoyed this style of movie—too close to what he’s done for work and seen from Umbrella—but he always sucks it up for you.

The thought makes you cuddle closer into the warmth of his body.

—

You’re half changed into a pair of pyjamas pants and one of Leon’s old shirts when you hear the scraping at the window. You stagger backwards, the t-shirt catching on your head and blocking your vision. You strain against the cotton, tugging it the rest of the way over your head and squinting towards the source of the noise.

You let yourself relax when you see there’s nothing outside, the room so quiet it’s as if you imagined the noise. Settling in on the side of the bed, you tuck yourself in and wait for Leon to finish brushing his teeth.

You glance away for one second and suddenly there’s another bang outside. You flinch, leaping to your feet and making a mad dash towards the bathroom. You shove the door open, staggering towards Leon with wide eyes.

“What is it?” He frowns, “what’s going on?”

You wrap your hand around his bicep, gesturing to the closed bedroom window. “I think,” you say quietly, “there’s something outside.”

Your boyfriend is dropping his toothbrush on the counter and shoving his way through the door without another word. You shuffle behind him slowly, following him to the vault in the closet where he keeps his pistol and then towards the front door.

You watch his fingers flex as he loads the gun, the motion smooth and effortless. He keeps the gun tucked against himself, his other hand reaching to make sure you’re a safe distance behind him.

He opens the front door and cold fall air blows over the two of you. Pumpkins and decaying leaves line the streets, the pavement wet and dark beneath the street lights.

Leon shuffles along the side of the house, cautiously turning corners until he has a clear sightline towards your window. You hold your breath, expecting some horrible BOW sent to kill you, or even Ada fucking Wong to come out of the shadows.

What you don’t expect is a dorky Halloween skeleton hanging from your neighbours tree, blowing in the wind and slamming into your window.

Leon cackles before you can even react. He spins around to face you, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Is this guy bothering you, babe?”

He puffs out his chest, glancing over his shoulder and fixing the decoration with a scathing gaze. You sigh at his antics but relief washes over you all the same.

You’re back in the house a minute later, warm in bed and waiting for Leon to finish locking his gun away. “I could’ve sworn there was something out there,” you call out to him. 

“It’s all those horror movies we watched.” He tugs his shirt off as he comes back into the room, peeling away a corner of blanket to join you in bed. “Rotting that pretty head of yours.”

“Sorry I made you go all the way outside.”

He tugs you into him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Don’t be. You know I’ll always protect you.”

You let yourself relax against him. The comfort of having him so close has sleep heavy on your eyes, silence overtaking the room as your breathing starts to even out.

You’re almost asleep in his arms when he chuckles lightly. “Besides,” he says and you can hear the smirk in his voice, “I had a bone to pick with that guy.”

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[rafesslxt]

Hiii! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write something where Mattheo and the reader are enemies with sexual tension and one day their friends lock them in a room together and won’t let them out till they fuck and they eventually do?

Thank you!!

Hii love, love the idea, hope u have fun reading. Thank you for your request 🤍☁️

SAY YOU HATE ME | m. riddle

summary: reader and mattheo hate each other so their friends lock them together in a room

warnings: pure filthy smut!, enemy‘s to lovers, insults, arguing, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, rough, fingering, sucking on fingers, coming inside reader

words: 3,1k

When Pansy, Draco and Blaise told me they have a suprise for me, I wasn‘t really convinced and sure it was some kind of prank but I also wasn‘t a quitter or a party booper so I sighed and let Pansy put the blindfold over my eyes like she wanted to.

She grabs me by my arm and starts leading me through our common room. We walk for like 5 minutes until they stop and tell me to be quit. I nod and take a deep breath when I hear them open a door. Pansy gently pushes me forwards and I can hear her smile while saying "Have fun you two." My eyebrows furrow together. What does she mean 'you two' ? I hear the door closing behind me with a few giggles so I take my blindfold off and turn towards the door. "What the hell guys?" I yell through the door.

"Oh so that's their plan." I suddenly hear someone say behind me. I spin around, seeing Mattheo Riddle sitting on the edge of a bed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask him, my eyes looking at him and then around the room we're in.

"First of all, we're in my room , so I could ask you the same. Second, isn't it obvious to you what they're trying to do?" "Oh hell no!" Angry I walk back to the door and bang against it with my hands. "Pansy! let me out!" I hear them whispering behind the door before Lorenzo's voice speaks up. "You two will not get out until you talk about your problems." "Yeah or fuck them out." I hear Draco laughing. "Draco!" Pansy hisses.

"Guy's this isn't funny! I have things to do!" I answer, hoping they would do the right thing. But who am I kidding? "No what really isn't funny is how you two always argue with each other and ruin the vibe in our friend group for years now! So talk or never get out of there!" Blaise answers and I can basically hear him rolling his eyes before they disappear from the door.

I turn around then and look at Mattheo. "This is your fault! I hope you know that." I bitch at him, sitting on the other bed in the room that is Theodore's. He starts laughing and looks at me as If I have 3 heads. "Are you kidding me? If someone is responsible for this then it's you! You're the one who always acts like a bitch to me." "Hm, maybe I wouldn't act like a bitch If you wouldn't be such a pain in the ass with your stupid comments all day long."

He raises his eyebrows and leans forwards, his elbows on his knees now. "Oh you think so? Maybe I wouldn't have to leave stupid comments If you would consider using your brain for even a second."

My eyes widen at his comment. "Excuse me? You're just mad about the fact that I'm the only fucking girl in this school who isn't on her knees for you! Sorry Mattheo, not every woman thinks you're it."

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me, making his curls bounce slightly over his forehead. "This is ridiculous. As If I would even want you to be on your knees for me." I scoff at that. "Yeah why should you, right? Your type is dumb and brainless. Oh sorry, I forgot whore."

I see his face getting red and his jaw clenching. Suddenly he stands and walks over to me until he stands in between my legs, making me widen my eyes at him. He leans forward and speaks "What is your problem y/n? Why are you so fucking nice to everyone, acting like a little angel but are the biggest bitch the next second. Only to me of course. What is it that bugs you so much huh?" he breathes against my face, looking right into my shocked eyes.

"I - I just told you - you're always a pain -" "- in the ass. I know. But Draco is too. And I don't see you bitching at him like you do at me." "That's different. Draco is Pansy's boyfriend and I have respect for that." He scoffs at my excuse and to be honest, he was right. But why should I tell him?

"You know.. I kinda get a feeling, that you do want to be one of them." he starts, looking intensely at my lips. I swallow and look into his dark eyes. "One of who?" A smirk plays on his lips when he gets closer, making me back away a little until I'm just supporting myself with my elbows behind me, his body leaning over mine but not touching it. I feel his body heat around mine, my cheeks getting a little flushed at the warmth. He grins and answers me." " Dumb, brainless... a whore."

I gasp at his comment but before I could protest he speaks again. "Maybe then you would have a chance with me. Maybe that's why you're mad at me. Because your little brain always gets in the way and If it would just shut up for a second, then maybe you would have a chance." My eyes almost get stuck at the back of my head at how hard I just rolled them. "First of all, that doesn't even make sense. And like I said. I don't want you."

Then I feel his right hand on my waist, slowly tracing the bare skin on there due to my short crop top. "Then why are your cheeks blushing? Why aren't you pushing me away? You're so locked into my eyes that you're just laying under me like a little helpless thing." I swallow down the clump in my throat at his words. He'r right? Why am I still under him? Normally I would have smacked the shit out of him.

"See." he starts with a smirk. "You do want this. Me. You're just too stubborn to admit that I get under your skin all the time because you want me." I breath get's stuck in my lungs when I feel his fingers on my waist wandering over my stomach. "And you know what's the worst part of it? I just want you as much as you want me. I wanna taste every single part of your body." he whispers against my lips, now just an inch away from mine. "What?" I whisper back in shock. He want's me? What the hell is going on? Did they slip something in his drink too? Is that the actual prank? Him pretending to want me?

"You heard right.." his lips get away from my face again, switching towards the side of my throat. ".. I want you so fucking bad. And you're making me go crazy with your stupid comments all the time. Every time we're with our friends and you start insulting me, I just want to pull you near the first surface possible and fuck you stupid in front of them." After that his lips meet the skin of my neck, a gasp leaving my lips at the sudden contact. His breath was warm and his lips so so soft. Goosebumps erupt over my whole body instantly.

"Mattheo.." I whisper as a warning, but for what I don't know. "What? Are you scared that I'm right? Scared that you will let those walls down? That you let me take you?" I yelp when he bites down on my neck, leaving a light mark. "Come on.. tell me you hate me."

I want t, but I can't. The words just won't leave my mouth when my eyes start closing at the pleasure he's giving me on my neck. I starts kissing down towards my collarbone, nibbling at my skin here and there. Involuntary I arch my back, pressing my body against his.

His mouth moves down to my cleavage, kissing the top of my breasts. "Fuck you taste so good, y/n. Tell me you want this." I remain silent until he pinches my nipples lightly through my top, a whimper leaving my mouth.

"Tell me you want this too or I will stop. Come on baby." The little hairs on my neck raise when he calls me that. I slowly nod, my eyes still closed. "Words. I need words. And open your eyes for me." I slowly open them, looking right into his when I do so. "Say it.." he whispers against my lips, grazing them with his own. "I - I want you too." I finally say, putting a smirk on his face before he presses his lips against mine, his left hand finding my cheek.

The kiss is passionate and longing, leaving no air in our lungs. "Fuck, this is gonna be so so good." he groans against me, climbing on top of me now fully.

He pushes my legs apart with his knees, settling between them afterwards. When he lets go of my lips, breathing heavy, he works his way down with his mouth again, starting at my chest. I bite down on my lip and let my hands go through his curls, pulling on some strands. He groans when I pull, his hands roaming up my body until he squeezes my tits through my top. They slowly push my top upwards until my chest is completely exposed. He looks down at me and grins satisfied. "Fuck how could you hide that for so long from me baby? You're killing me." he groans and I see him pushing his hips down against the mattress for some friction. I think this is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Mattheo grinding against the mattress because he's hard for me.

He starts massaging my tits, leaning down with his mouth, sucking on my nipple. "Oh -" I press my lips together, trying to be quiet. I pull harder on his hair, making him groan and grind against the mattress again. God help me.

"If you keep pulling on my hair like that I'm not gonna last another second." he breathes out when he lets go of my nipple. A grin forms on my lips when I suddenly got my confidence back. " Oh so you mean you will last longer than a minute?" He frowns at me before leaning down again and biting my nipple, while playing with the other one. "Mattheo!" I hiss loudly making him laugh devilish against my skin.

"I don't know If I want you to scream my name or shutting the fuck up." he chuckles when he starts pulling down my skirt. "How about you shut the fuc-" before I could finish my sentence he stuffs two fingers into my mouth. "Use your mouth for something good and suck baby." I roll my eyes but still do as he says. I run my tongue around the top of his fingers playfully, smiling while doing so.

I gasp when I feel his other hand on my clothed pussy. "Shit, you're soaked y/n. Fucking dripping." he says with his jaw hanging down and his eyes on my private part.

With two fingers he pulls my panties down, making me gasp at the cold air against my wetness. "You make me go crazy, you know that? Bet you're so tight - oh fuck yeah." he moans when he slowly enters me with his fingers he used to pull my underwear down. You could hear the wetness all over the room. I bit down on his fingers when he starts to pump them in and out faster. "Hm yeah fucking moan for me, come on." he bites down on his lip while watching my lips wrapped around his fingers. I buckle my hips when his thumb starts teasing my clit, only touching it for a short moment before letting go of it. I indeed moan around his fingers, closing my eyes.

"I'm so hard for you I can't believe it myself." he mumbles to himself, leaning down so his breath hits my clit, pulling a whimper from me this time. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and I hear them working his belt. "Mattheo please.." "What baby? Talk to me.." "Mhh I need more.. wanna feel you." I completely forget my pride while he fucks me with his fingers.

"Wanna feel my cock inside you? That's what you want?" "Fuck yes - please!" He pulls his fingers out of me, smiling when I whine in protest. I look up at him and see him sucking my juices off his fingers, making my stomach flip. "Taste so good princess." he groans and bites his bottom lip after pulling his fingers out of his mouth.

I watch him puling his pants down his legs, kicking them somewhere in the room. He pulls his shirt over his head, making me gasp in surprise. I knew he is fit but that fit? "Wanna take a picture?" he asks me cockily. "You wish." I scoff but smile as I see him smiling too.

I look down at him and gulp when I see the outline of his cock. "Don't worry baby, you're so wet for me It will fit without any trouble." He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards the edge of the bed. He places my legs over his shoulders, groaning again. " If I knew all these things about you I would have fucked you way earlier. For example how flexible you are." I giggle and raise my eyebrows. "I have a lot more hidden talents." "I bet." he says with a heavy breath, taking his cock into his hand and teasing my clit with his tip, brushing it over it again and again. "Mattheo.." I whine, desperate to feel him.

"I want you to beg me, just likee the little whore you are." he grins wickedly at me, using my words against me. he starts dragging his tip over my pussy, pushing it against my entrance but not enough to enter me. "Please fuck me Mattheo, please. I need to feel you, please."

He doesn't waste a second, pushing his whole length into me. "Oh my god!" I almost scream, feeling him in places I thought would't even be possible. Mattheo groans, squeezing his eyes shut, his mouth wide open. "Oh you're so fucking tight, unbelievable." He starts moving his hips in a fast pace, thrusting harder against me every time a moan or whine leaves my lips.

"You feel so good - so fucking good inside of me - fuck." I star babbling, only spurting Mattheo on. "Yeah baby, that's it. Just feel how my cock feels inside you tight little cunt. Such a pretty pussy for me." I let out a loud whine and start to claw into his back.

"Harder." he groans, his left hand finding it way around my throat. I dig my nails deeper into his skin making him chuckle deeply and smile down at me with dark eyes. Oh shit. His grip around my throat tightens, making me even wetter, " You like that, baby? Who would have thought that our little angel is such a whore for me huh?"

His hips start to move even faster than before, hitting my cervix at some point. "Oh Mattheo -" I choke out between some broken sobs. I don't know when the last time was where someone fucked me this good.

He laughs like the devil himself and says "what baby? thought you do't want me hm?" I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel a deep feeling inside my tummy. "Fuck I feel your little pussy squeezing me, you're close?" I just nod and gasp.

He slowly down to which I whine in protest. "No, no please Mattheo. Don't stop, please." I beg him without a second thought.

"Tell me you hate me again. Come on." I shake my head and groan in frustration. "Why not?" "I - I can't" He grins in satisfaction and picks up the pace from before. My walls start clenching around him, my hips buckling up against him widely and without a rhythm. "Scream my name." Mattheo." "Louder, fucking louder so they hear how we talked about our problems." he grins. "Fuck, Mattheo!" Then it hits me, like a wave crashing over me when I come around his cock, spasming around him.

"God you're milking me, baby." he moans when he feels me around him. While my head get's dizzy and I only see starts around me, he gets even faster and rougher, making me whimper now that I'm so sensitive. "Fucking come again." he demands, his tone deeper now. " I - I can't Mattheo. I'm so sensitive." I whimper when he rubs my clit again and fucks me shard that the headboard of the bed crushes against the wall. Oh they could definitely hear us.

"I promise you can baby, come on, It will feel so good princess. Just one more, for me." he says, working his finger so delicious against me. My lip trembles when he pulls a second orgasm from me, leaving me a whimpering mess under him. "Fuck yes, yes." His movements lose their rhythm, pumping his cock into me with zero control.

"Nhg baby I'm gonna come - fuck - where -" "come inside me." I say, still feeling like I'm on a cloud. He let's out a quite whimper before coming, but I still heard it. Then I feel his hot cum inside me, his body falling on top of mine while he still ruts against me. "Shit.." he breathes out heavily when he slowly comes down from his high.

I see him swallowing when he looks down at me. "I'm gonna die If this is a one - time thing." he says, making my heart miss a beat.

"It's not." I whisper against his lips before kissing him with a smile. He slowly pulls out of me, we both look down. I see him smirking when his cum leaks out of me.

Suddenly the door opens, both of our heads turning towards it. We see our friends standing in the doorway with confused looks and mouth wide open. The only one that looked smug about it was Draco. " Told you so." he chuckles. "Wow.." Enzo whispers looking at us. "I think I hate you too, y/n." he says. Mattheo pulls the bedsheets over us and growls at him. " You wish." "What the fuck! Why on my bed?" Theo yells, making all of us burst out in laughter.

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[biellescouts]

ohhh.. now i do.

bf!bang chan x f!reader

A/N: frontal lobe developed & i just realised im the most active at writing fics when i have exams… what a cute little quirk i have ☺️

CW: flashback, “bubba” 😟, curse words, he dropped that L bomb FIRST🙂‍↕️, kinda freaky.. oops — p in v sex, missionary, raw next question🤯 (wrap it up folks.)

Summary: you & bang chan came back to the hotel where you first met, and reminisce on how the two of you came to find eachother. & then some.

can be a standalone but!!! here’s part 1

the morning after, you woke up pissed off. your body clock thought it would be cool and cunt to wake you up and 7:30 am even though it was literally summer and you were literally on vacation… you lazily rolled over to smack your hand onto your phone and drag it off the bedside table to check your messages.

3 messages: from your friends to tell you how much fun they had… chop!

2 insta notifs: to tell you that doja cat is live & wants you to join [??]

and 1 text message: from “baddie from the bar.” …whoever the hell that is

at first you truly thought it was a scam caller trying to convince you to give out your card details so that they can finally send you your etsy package that you didn’t even order.

BUT, there was an emoji. scam callers don’t use emojis…

so, when you open it, everything from last night just rushes back into your head.

maybe 13 seconds into the elevator trip, “y’know what, you’re actually so funny and chill.”

you smack your forehead so loud that it echoes in the big hotel room. “EW!”

anyways,, after tweaking for maybe 30 seconds you get over yourself and actually open the message and reply. keeping it short and sweet with “hey how are you?” & closing your phone and throwing it across the room upon just remembering he was actually really fine.

coming out of the bathroom after showering, brushing your teeth and washing your face, you accidentally step on your phone and you have more messages. popular girl.

1 from one of your friends that left you alone; it reads: “waah don’t leave me on read, swear we’ll let you be a third wheel next time!!”

and ANOTHER text from “baddie from the bar”, yes god.

« i’m good thank you, can i see you? » HELLO.

after you’re done kicking your feet over genuinely a 13 second conversation, you try to make the nicest possible outfit out of what you brought with you and as soon as you’re done getting ready, he’s at the door knocking. scary af.

you open the door and there he is. clad in a black linen shirt and black pants to match. his hair is down in his face, flicking his eyelids and some very expensive looking sunglasses sit on the top of his head like a tiara.

“well, hi.” you beam up at his handsome face, giving it a slow once over.

“hello.” he flashed that charming smile at you and your legs almost gave out.

“we should go somewhere.” you playfully poke your finger into his hard torso, trying be cute, feigning confidence— even though youre low-key shitting, and he takes your hand in his.

as the two of you make it into the elevator, you lean on him once again; just like you did the night before.

he breaks your comfortable silence; “do you remember much of last night?”

you sigh out a quiet laugh, “i mean i think so.. what did i do?” involuntarily furrowing your brows.

he laughs with you, “no you didn’t do anything bad, i’m just wondering. to see if you still fuck with me.”

“pfft shut up.” you elbow his side.

6 months later, pan to a beautiful, luxurious and dimly lit hotel room, grey interior and a full back wall of floor to ceiling windows that let in the cool light of the city below you—

“…and the rest was history.” you sighed out dramatically with your eyes closed.

suspicious silence pulled you out of your dreamy state as you cracked your eyes open only to be met with bang chan’s incredulous expression. “babe, what?”

“i did not say that.” he burst into laughter before doing maybe the worst impression of himself ever “‘do you still fuck with me?’— no. not me.”

you threw your head back, “oh my god. you literally said that.”

“mmmm… i think you said that to me.”

“dude.”

he laughed, “anyway, anyway! i gotta tell you something. baby, you wanna know something?” he pokes the side of your arm.

“hm?”

“i made you a playlist— like i made a playlist that reminds me of you..” he dips his head down momentarily before looking back up at you— he’s shy.

“what?! you did?” your face lights up as you spring onto your knees on the hotel mattress.

“uh huh.”

“ooh who’s in there, lemme see!” beckoning motion with your hand so he passes you the phone but he flinches away.

“uh, no! no, it’s a secret.”

“what, it’s literally my playlist.”

— the two of you are play fighting for his phone by that point.

“actually, i’m the one who made it. so really it’s mine.” he quips back.

“channie.. one artist.” your brows furrow into a pleading expression.

“pfft, okay, um. ariana? grande?”

she just throws her head back and laughs.

“from which album?” and he just scoffs.

“baby, i don’t think that matters.”

“right.. right.”

“aye, but you know what does matter?” he taps the knuckle of his pointer finger across your chin, to grab your attention, “bubba, you know what matters?”

you throw your hands up dramatically, “oh man. i don’t know. what matters?”

he wraps a big arm around your torso and drags you into his side, “that you’re here with mee,” he says, dragging out the word, kissing up and down the sides of your face. “this is where we found eachotherr.” he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“my god, can you stop.” you barely laugh out as you turn to look at him. after flickering your eyes across his features you decide to kiss his nose making him scrunch it up.

“why is it that you’re allowed to be corny and affectionate but i’m not?”

you shrugged, “it’s normal when i do it.”

“now, as i was saying,” you ran a finger up his forearm and started to shift from your position next to him, “i like you a lot, and um. i’m really happy to be here with you. not even gonna lie, man.” you planted your knees on either side of his hips, lacing your fingers between his on one of his hands while the other came to rest on your hips as he laughed at your informality.

“‘man’.. yeah ok.”

“i just think it’s romantic that you wanted to come back here..”

“mhm.”

“and you tried to get the same hotel room…”

“mmhm.”

“and— channie, why are you shifting, i’m getting motion sickness.” you point a confused look at him but it seemingly goes right through him. his eyelids were dangerously low.

“you just look so pretty.” he shrugs innocently, “i don’t know.” and you just laugh at him. it makes you wonder just how much of your praise even went into his head.. and how much of it went maybe somewhere else. “let’s swap places.”

bang chan slides a big hand up your waist and behind your back and pulls you in, flush to his chest before lifting you slightly and turning you over— so that your now under him. now he was the one on his knees but you were looking up at him. you dragged your calves up his thighs to rest around his waist and pull him into you.

“y’know, you actually look really good from down here.”

“yeah?” he dipped down to plant an open mouthed kiss just below your jaw. this caused your cocky confidence to immediately fall flat.

“well, i mean yeah.”

and he just laughs with his face in the crook of your neck, “can you not make me laugh right now, i’m trying to seduce you.”

“oh, oh okay. yeah okay, sorry.”

he continued pressing feather-light kisses up your neck, the front of your neck, the side, your jawline again until he reached the corner of your mouth. he paused - just for a second - to bring his hand up to your face and rub the pad of his thumb over your cheekbones. you fluttered your eyes open, wondering why he hadn’t kissed you yet. he was just.. staring.

“baby, i love you.” oh.

before you could even respond to his confession. slowly, he pressed his soft lips against yours. starting out gentle, almost as if he was holding back, like you could shatter into a million pieces of fine china. however, after you had started to move your hands across his face and into his hair, his attempts at tame kisses could not prevail. the more of yourself you put into kissing him back, the weaker he became. you could hear him start to moan into the kisses as you gently pushed your hand under the back of his jacket and tank top, moving your other hand out of his hair to start tugging at the hem, signifying you wanted to take it off.

he momentarily broke away from the kiss with a ‘tch’ sound and rose back up onto his knees before you. he quickly took off his jacket and threw it onto the floor next to the bed before crossing his arms over his torso to remove his tank. when the tank top was off, lost somewhere in the comforter, you couldn’t help but run your hands over his abdomen, ever so slightly dragging your nails as you peered up at him through your lashes.

he reached down to hook a finger behind the waistline of your pants, silently asking to take them off. he dragged them down your legs, pressing a kiss to your hip, just above where your underpants start. he moved his face back up to ghost a kiss just below your ear.

“b- uhm, baby? i really need to be inside you. please?” he sighed out heavily, “could i take of your underpants?”

you threaded your fingers back into his soft brown hair “mhm.”

with your confirmation, he looped both pointer fingers into either side of your underpants to drag them down and pulled down his own boxers to reveal his hard dick.

he leaned down on his left elbow to press a kiss to your nose, “gonna put it in, okay?” and you nodded at him.

the two of you both sighed in unison as he slipped his dick inside you with ease. though you’d been together for months by this point, you still didn’t think you’d ever get used to the feel of his dick pushing past for the first time.

once he had made time for you to get somewhat used to the stretch of his dick, he started to thrust at a steady pace, grabbing at your thighs to pull your legs back around his waist. from this new angle, he was managing to hit your g-spot with every thrust. because of how close his hips had gotten to yours, you could feel your clit brush against his pelvis

“ough fuck— pussy feels so good around me…” he whined into your shoulder, “so tight around me.”

the sound of your hips slapping together bounced off the walls of the hotel room and you prayed for the walls to be sound proof.

“just like that, baby…”

you could tell chan was starting to get close by the way his thrusts became less calculated, he seemed more pleasure driven and his heavy breaths started to turn into low moans.

“babe, m’gonna need you to tell me when— mmph, when you get close, ‘kay?” he lifted himself off of his elbows, pulling your thighs into his arms and speeding up his pace, “gonna give it to you, mkay?”

“chan, baby, i’m close, i’m gonna—“

“cum with me, baby. cum on me, please, need it so bad.” he leaned back down to push sloppy kisses onto your lips and as you reached your orgasm, you felt the stutter of his hips against yours as he came inside you, whimpering and sighing in your ear.

after the two of you had come down from the highs of your orgasms, he slowly and carefully pulled out of you, put his dick back in his sweats and grabbed your panties from the bed side table to slide them back onto you and lovingly kissing your legs in the process.

“hey, chan?” you pulled him down into your arms with your legs and you stroked his ever so slightly sweaty hair away from his eyes, “i love you too.”

a/n: CORNY ASS ENDING but i lowk dk how to end fics,, especially after smut like damnnn chill on me. anyways, hope you liked😸 um and also, i dont think channie’s a minute man im just not too much of a smut connoisseur. i am once again pleasing that you chill on me. alas,.. THABK U FOR READING ANGELSSS & here are the requested tags ⬂

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[hargreeves-duncan]

Hi !! Can you write some sort of klaus hargreeves x reader smut anything at all I'm so depressed after s4 we need something to distract us …. Maybe something that takes place in a s4 AU where everything turns out fine? If that's to difficult s3 would be great !!!

visual is for vibes only, reader’s appearance is nondescript!

pairing: klaus hargreeves x fem!reader

summary: your best friend can’t let you die a virgin

warnings: SMUT 17+, soft!dom!Klaus, virgin!reader, not-quite fingering, p in v, alcohol consumption, mentions of dying/death

word count: 2.0k

a/n: thank you so much for this request! i know this is a very late reply but i thought i’d put it out, anyways. enjoy, my love ❤️

It turns out that evading the end of the world is impossible.

You had spent the last few months, thanks to your short stay in the 60s, trying to save the world from total destruction from three forces, and it had finally caught up to you.

You’d known Klaus Hargreeves since you were sixteen years old. Back then, you’d loved going to the record store and Klaus… loved bumming cigarettes at the bus stop outside of it.

Despite how different you were, yourself being outlandishly beige and Klaus glaringly bright, you got on really well and you considered him not only your closest friend but your closest person.

You never would’ve predicted that all these years later, you’d be sat waiting for your inevitable death alongside him, but, here you were.

As you sat at the bar of the Hotel Oblivion, you couldn’t help but feel that the name was more fitting than ever. After all, you were about to check into one any day now.

Klaus plonked himself down beside you, letting out a small sigh as he looked around.

“You know, I always thought the end of the world would have a little more… pizazz.” He flung his arms out, open wide.

“Fires, screaming mobs, maybe a four horseman cameo. But this? This is just dull.” He gestured around you at the dimly-lit bar.

“I mean, come on, it’s like we’re waiting in a dentist’s office, right?” Klaus laughed softly, reaching for a glass as he looked over at you, “Whatever happened to going out with a bang?”

“Didn’t you hear? Tiny balls of light that suck you out of existence and into an infinite void are all the rage.” You replied sarcastically, downing the rest of your own drink.

Klaus looked over at you, smiling, “Morbid. I like it, suits the occasion.”

He unscrewed the caps of an entire row of spirits and you winced as you watched him pour them all into a cupped concoction.

He sat back, quiet for a beat. Klaus swirled the glass in his hand, watching the brown liquid swim around it, “Funny story, I used to be scared of dying like this. I’d have nightmares about it all the time.”

“Look at me now, kid.” He laughed to himself, but something about it felt sad. He took a gulp of the drink. He shivered.

“You were a scared kid?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. The Klaus you’d known was always brave in the face of anything, it didn’t make sense to you.

He glanced over at you, coming back to reality as he nodded, “Oh, yeah, yeah. I was scared of everything. Especially dying, death.” He sipped his concoction.

“Dear old Dad made sure of that.” He swigged again.

You didn’t know much about Reginald Hargreeves, Klaus had kept you firmly out of the way of that family member, but you didn’t know you hated him for what he’d done to the Hargreeves children.

Klaus finished your drink, and words slurring slightly, he patted your arm, “But enough about me, enough about me. What about you? What’s your tragic story?”

“Me? There’s not much to tell.” You laughed, leaning into his touch slightly. Your own drink was depleting and you yearned to fill it up again as the talk got deeper.

Klaus tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he tried to read your mind. He shook his head and refilled your glass, talking as he worked, “See, that’s where you wrong.”

“Nobody’s got nothing to tell.” He insisted, pointing at you.

You looked at him pointedly, trying not to roll your eyes and he forged onward, “I mean it! You might be beige on the outside but inside? You’ve got a big, ol’ rainbow just waiting to bust out of there.”

You laughed softly as he poked at your chest, “You’re ridiculous.”

“But consistent.” He countered, flashing you a smirk, “So, come on. Tell me, what makes you tick? What keeps you up at night? I want the juicy stuff.”

You let out a deep sigh, an embarrassed smile tugging at your lips, “I’m not… scared of dying itself.”

“I’m scared of dying, before I’ve even really lived.”

Your fingers ran over the indents in the pattern of your glass.

“I’ve spent some much time waiting for everything in my life to be right before I did anything - and now, I haven’t done anything at all.”

You laughed at your own confession, it was hollow. Frustrated, “I’ve got no time left and no life to show for it. I’m wasted.”

Klaus was quiet for a moment.

“I don’t think you’re wasted.” He said softly - and the sincerity in his voice made you believe it.

“Listen,” His hand reached out, fingers brushing over yours, “I’ve known plenty of people who’ve actually wasted their lives, I mean, really, screwed the pooch. Burned it all down, no survivors.”

You laughed softly, eyes following his arm up to his own matching grin.

“You? You were just waiting for things to be good? So, what? Everybody wants their life to be good - that’s not a crime.”

“It’s not your fault that the world made you feel like you had to be perfect just to give it a try.”

He laid his hand on top of yours, squeezing gently.

“I know you think it’s too late to live, but, trust me,” His voice grew soft and intimate as he delivered a message only meant for you, “it never is.”

Your eyes softened as they looked over him. This was real, true care and advice that Klaus was offering you, “Thank you, Klaus, I don’t even know what to say. That was freakishly sweet.”

“Don’t say anything,” He said with a soft laugh, “I mean it, you can still live.”

“We’ve got time. Whatever you want to do. A real bucket-lister. Let’s do it, right now. Let’s check you in for some living.”

You bit your lip, thoughts racing. You paused. Could you really ask something like that of him? Was that selfish? Creepy? The long messy hair, the constellation of tattoos over his body, the way he was looking at you.

You definitely weren’t opposed to the idea…

Klaus followed your wandering eyes and smiled amusedly, “Hey - eyes are up here, sailor.”

Your eyes quickly snapped up as you laughed, “No, right, yeah. You caught me.”

He grinned, but there was something gentler in it. He looked at you like you were only a lamb.

“So… what’ll it be?” Klaus questioned you. Now or never.

“I… There is one thing I never did.”

You swallowed nervously, the gulp felt audible, “I never had sex.”

Klaus’s eyebrows shot up instantaneously before he caught himself, “Never? You? But…”

His wide eyes trailed you up and down in disbelief, “Really? No one ever thought to unwrap a snack like you?”

You blushed and self consciously toyed with the edges of your shirt, “It’s not that, I just… never took the time to do it.”

Klaus’s smile reappeared, less cocky and more inviting, “Well, I’m honoured that you’d choose me. Really.”

“Gotta say though… the idea of being someone’s first and last? Kinda hot. Tragic, sure, but hot.”

He shifted closer, a teasing twinkle in his eye, “You’ve twisted my arm. I’ll do it.”

“You will?” You asked, jaw dropping in shock. You felt his body brush against yours as he came closer yet again.

“Don’t look so surprised! You’re a very attractive young woman. If I had to pick any virgin to deflower in my final hours, it’d be you.”

You laughed, cheeks flooded with a warm feeling - no longer embarrassed but anticipating. He took your hand in this, “Shall we take this upstairs, milady?”

“We shall…” You smiled coyly, hopping down from the barstool.

The hallway to the rooms upstairs felt abnormally quiet and you were thankful for the absence of the other Hargreeves siblings.

Klaus opened his room’s door and gestured inside with great flourish, “After you, my lady.”

You giggled as you followed him inside. The door closed behind you with a click.

A daunting dread swirled in your stomach and you weren’t sure if it was the drinks or the very attractive man in front of you, spreading himself out on a double bed.

“Are you coming over here or should I just start getting it on with the mattress?” Klaus cocked an eyebrow at you, smiling. His voice was deep velvet, reining you in.

You laughed, his teasing quelling your nerves, as you climbed onto the bed, “Isn’t that how you spend most nights?”

“Oh, now, she talks.” Klaus joked, reaching over and pulling you closer to him, until you were pressed up against him.

You settled against him, taking steadying breaths. Klaus’s hands roamed your waist, “God, you’re tense. It’s only me, babe, try to relax.”

“I know it’s you.” You laughed, hands placed awkwardly on his chest, “That’s why I’m so nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Klaus grinned, slow and amused.

You nodded faintly.

“Nervous, I can work with. Frozen, not so much. Let’s loosen you up a bit.”

His hands began to wander up your thighs, over your hips to the back of your neck, “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

So, Klaus leaned in and kissed you. Your eyelids fluttered and heat bloomed in your belly.

He had a slow, confident rhythm that told you he knew what he was doing to you. One hand cradled your jaw, whilst the other guided you onto the bed beneath him.

“There. Isn’t that a whole lot better?” Klaus murmured as he pulled away.

Your lips were plump and ripe as you trembled in the kiss’s aftermath.

Klaus let out a growl, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the side without a care, “I really should’ve done something about you sooner…”

Desire cut into his every word as he dove back into you, kissing down your throat and between your breasts hungrily.

You gasped, hips already chasing him, “Klaus…”

“Already?” Klaus teased, palm brushing over your cunt through your jeans. You groaned, head falling back against the pillows.

“I should’ve known.” Klaus leaned down and pecked your cheek, as his hands worked to unbutton your jeans.

“Let’s see what we have here.” He grinned, brushing his hair from his face. Your panties were already soaked through after barely any touch.

You shivered as Klaus pulled them to the side, feeling the string of spit that was stuck to them. Klaus’s fingers slid over your folds, “Look at that…”

His soft coo had you pulsating and he smiled to himself as he watched, “I know… let’s give you what you need.”

He wasn’t talking to you. His eyes locked onto your lower half and nothing could tear them away.

He slipped his own pants off and continuing hushing and cooing over your slot, “I know…”

His fingers ran through the slick and the squelching noise that followed had him drooling. He slid his member between your folds and exhaled, “God… that’s amazing.”

Breathlessly, you arched you back, encouraging him.

“You still okay with this?” Klaus asked, eyes searching for any discomfort.

You nodded eagerly and he rubbed a hand over your thigh comfortingly as he slid inside.

Your lips parted in an O and Klaus smothered the sound with a kiss. Little by little, he edged himself deeper inside of you. The pleasure of his kiss keeping you distracted from the foreign stretching of your walls.

The soft smack of his hips against yours as he moved in and out filled the air. You reached up to his waist and then his shoulders for something to hold onto as he pushed deeper into you.

The feeling of him was indescribably delicious.

“God, babe, you feel amazing…” Klaus purred, a breathless laugh escaping his lips, “Why on Earth didn’t we try this sooner?”

You smiled lazily up at him, feeling his hands move up to grab your breasts tightly. You laughed a little yourself, “I wish we had.”

Klaus smiled and leaned down, kissing you once more. His thumb rubbed circles into your hip as he kept up his pace, the wet rhythm and heavy breathing and moans puncturing the otherwise silence of the room.

Your eyes rolled back and you tightened your grip around him. You’d never felt more alive.

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Hii!! If you'd wanna write something about Leo being a bit younger than Finn and Logan that would be lovely! Maybe him being slightly insecure about it and FinnLo reassuring him, or maybe he misses his mama and needs some extra hugs, or perhaps Finn and Logan have to teach him something about adulthood, like paying bills or smth. Whatever you feel like really! No pressure though 🥰

Have a lovely day!!

Personally, I feel like Leo was pretty ready for a lot of adult stuff, like paying rent and cooking for himself and taxes. I headcanon Wyatt as working as an accountant or in finance and actually LOVING IT, he's a total math and numbers nerd (if you were wondering, Eloise works at a nonprofit and volunteers at a women's shelter and you can fight me on that). So I feel like Mama and Papa Knut prepared Leo really well for the real world. HOWEVER, it's hard on ANYONE to move away from home, especially if you're lucky enough to come from a loving one or are from a place you love to go back to, like Leo.

Hence, have some sweet little nutter butter needing a pick-me-up from his boyfs who couldn't even chop a carrot properly before they met him (it's okay, they've learned, and they help Leo prep and can make a few good recipes)!

All credits to @lumosinlove

P.S. I just got back from a LONG hike, so I am going to curl up with a blanket and bang out some of these prompts staring at me in my inbox. Thank you for being so patient, and please keep sending me your ideas! XOXO

Leo liked hanging out with Regulus’ college friends. They were funny and charming, and didn't seem to have any idea about anything related to hockey, which suited him just fine. They were a bit artsy, kind of like the friends he wished he'd had when he was in high school. 

It was another end of year party, after Regulus’ sophomore year, and Leo was talking to Amanda about her French essay.

“It was kind of cool,” she was saying. “Looking at the demographics of different dialects and where they came from. But there's almost nothing out there on Cajun French, at least not that I could find.”

Leo laughed. “I could've been your textbook.”

She smiled. “Should've thought of that.” She shrugged. “But I found enough sources to justify the length of my section on that dialect, so it's all right, I guess.”

He nodded, trying to still listen, but he caught sight of Finn and Logan across the way. Finn had a hand low on Logan's back as he mixed them both drinks, and Logan had turned to talk to him, smiling with his lips against Finn's jaw. Logan had grown his hair out again, the curls less frizzy now that he actually took care of it. Finn was running his long, nimble fingers through the dark locks, and Leo could just imagine the feeling.

“I've never asked,” Amanda said. “You didn't go to college, did you? Not even for a little bit?”

Leo turned to her, brow furrowed. “No, why?”

She nodded her head from side to side. “Just trying to put the pieces together.” She considered her next words. “They were already in the NHL when you met, right?”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “They met at Harvard, then Finn got drafted to the Lions, then Logan, then about- three? No, a two years later, I came along, right out of high school.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “How old were you when you got together?”

Leo suddenly straightened. “Uh, nineteen.” He looked at her shocked face. “What?”

Amanda shook her head rapidly. “Nothing, nothing. It's just- does it bother you?”

Leo was confused. “That they knew each other beforehand? No, I actually like learn-”

“No,” Amanda laughed, then sobered. “No, the fact that they're a bit older than you.”

Leo just looked at her. “Uh, no? I don't think I've ever thought of it as a bad thing.”

“But they were, like, out of college for a few years when you met. You would've just been starting.” She looked at him apprehensively. “And that doesn't- I don't know, it doesn't make you think?”

“About what?”

Amanda seemed a bit lost for words. “About- about whether they're… you know, it.”

Leo was taken aback. “It? Of course they are, I love them.”

She sighed. “I'm not trying to, like, make you insecure or criticize.” She shrugged. “I was in a relationship when I was in middle school, all the way up until halfway through this year. I thought he was ‘it’, too. I guess I'm…”

“You're what?”

She looked him right in the eye. “I'm curious.”

“Curious?”

“About what it's like to know- like, really know- that you've found the loves of your life when you're so young.”

Leo looked at her carefully. “I think- I think for us it works. And for some people it doesn't.” He bit his lip. “It's also different for us. Logan and Finn were always destined for each other, even if they were a disaster at Harvard. But if I wasn't really it, if they didn't love me completely and wholly, they wouldn't have been with anyone else but each other.”

“And that doesn't bother you?”

To Amanda’s obvious surprise, Leo smiled. “No. No, I think it's romantic.”

“Oh.” She looked down. “I'm sorry.”

Leo patted her arm. “Don't be. It- it's okay to have questions.” 

He looked up to where Finn and Logan were talking with Regulus, who got approached by someone else. He excused himself, leaving the other two by themselves.  

Leo turned back to Amanda, gesturing with his thumb. “I think I'm- I'm gonna just…”

“Yeah,” she said with a small smile. 

“I hope you did well on your French essay.”

Her cheeks flushed, pleased. “Thanks, Leo. I'll see you later.”

“See you.”

Leo wandered over to where his boyfriends were, seemingly bickering quietly underneath a string of lights. He came up behind them and rested his hands on Logan's hips. Logan turned up to him with a smile. “Soleil,” he said happily. He turned into Leo's arms and leaned up for a kiss. “Ça va?”

Leo nodded. “Ouais. What are we talking about?”

Finn snorted. “Which M&M flavor is best. I said pretzel.”

“Non, the caramel ones.”

“Those aren't even that good, they're just pure sugar.”

Logan huffed, then tugged Leo's forearm gently. “Allez, Le,” he said. “Which one's better?”

“Personally,” he said, bending his neck down to be closer to them. “I prefer the peanut ones.”

Their answering smiles warmed him from his head to his toes.

***

Later, when they were all cuddled up in bed, cooling down in a late-night afterglow, Amanda's words kept nagging slightly at Leo’s brain.

“Guys,” he said from his place on Logan’s chest. “I have a question.”

Finn, walking over from where he threw the cloths in the laundry hamper, came to flop on his stomach beside them, his chin resting on Leo’s hip bone. “What is it, my peanut M&M?”

Leo snuggled closer into Logan's warm skin. “Does it ever… I don't know, like, bother you that I'm younger?”

Finn looked taken aback. “What? No- I mean-” He suddenly looked defensive  “Did someone say something?”

Leo pressed his nose into Logan's chest. “At the party today. Amanda asked if I was sure about you guys, because we met when I was so young.”

Logan shifted underneath him. “Quoi? Sure?”

Leo carded a hand through Finn's hair. “Like, if I was sure you guys are forever for me. If I am sure.”

“You are forever.”

Leo smiled at the grumpy, possessive tone that Logan sometimes got. “That's what I told her. I told her that, if I wasn't, then you two wouldn't have wanted anyone else but each other.”

Finn kissed his palm. “But we do want you.”

“You've made that very clear,” Leo laughed. “And I know that the two of you, or me with just one of you, would never compare to the three of us.” He brought his foot to rest on Finn's lower back. “But I do think about it. The fact that I'm a little younger.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. “You're more of an adult than we are.”

“Hey.” Finn flicked Logan's leg. “Speak for yourself.”

Logan wrapped Leo up tighter. “You were way more mature at nineteen than I was when I was nineteen.”

Finn nodded solemnly. “That's true. Nutty, you're way ahead of your years.”

“Thanks, I think?” Leo smiled. “But sometimes- I don't know, sometimes I don't feel like that.”

“What do you mean, mon coeur?” 

Leo shrugged. “I feel like- I don't know, sometimes I really miss home. New Orleans. Like, it's still home to me, but Gryff is home to me, and you're home to me, so I feel home in all these places. I just can't let go of New Orleans yet, and sometimes…” He pressed into their hands. “I really, really love you, but sometimes I feel like I need a hug from my mama.”

Finn smiled at him, carding a hand through his hair. “That's not because you're younger. That's just because you're so sweet.”

Leo felt sheepish, turning his smile into Logan's chest.

Finn cooed. “Aw, our little sunshine's embarrassed.”

Logan laughed, leaning his head down over Leo to press wet kisses to his forehead and cheeks. “Ouais, mon soleil, you're just the sweetest.”

“Guys,” Leo said, but he felt warm. “Stop that.”

“Non, non, never.” Logan settled further against the pillows, bringing Leo with him and cradling his head with his hand. “Toujours, soleil.”

Finn shifted further up the bed, laying down beside them with a leg thrown over their bodies. “Do you ever feel insecure about it, baby?”

Leo considered this for a second. “I guess… sometimes I wonder what people think. Because you were in your mid-twenties when I was nineteen and we got together.”

Logan groaned. “No we were not.”

“Way to call us old, peanut.”

Leo kissed Logan's chest. “I'm just sayin’- a lot of people would think that's weird. But as we've gotten older, it seems less weird.”

Finn smacked his hip lightly. “Will you quit it with the age thing?”

“I'm sorry, honey. C'mere.” He pulled Finn in for a kiss. “Better?”

Finn nodded satisfactorily. “Very much, yes.”

“Allez, where's mine?”

Logan was looking at them both expectantly. Leo rolled over a bit to hover over him, leaning down to brush their lips together. When they pulled apart, Logan didn't even open his eyes, just turned his face toward Finn, jutting his chin out.

“You needy thing,” Finn said, but complied. Their lips made a soft breaking sound as they pulled apart. “Needy baby boy.”

“Mm, ici.” Logan pulled Leo down to rest on him again and tangled his ankles with Finn's. “Ouais. We sleep like this.”

Finn brushed his hair back from his face. “Needy thing.” He looked to Leo. “Sweet thing.”

Leo snorted. “I thought that was Logan.”

Finn shook his head. “It's both of you. I'm a lucky guy.”

Leo nudged their noses together. “That you are.” He breathed deeply and settled once again on Logan’s chest. The skin was warm, like a heater, lulling his eyes into closing. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

“Love you,” Finn sighed. “My sweetest things.” He stroked a hand up and down Leo's ribs. “Your age doesn't matter, baby. You could be two years younger, or two years older, or ten years older, and we'd still love you.”

Leo scrunched his nose. “Ten years older?”

“Mm,” Finn said, biting Leo's jaw. “Sexy silver fox.”

Leo pushed his face away with a laugh. “Ew, no, that's so gross.”  When Finn leaned in to suck at his jaw again, licking at the skin, Leo made a protesting noise. “Finn.”

Logan patted Leo's butt. “I love how you are in this life, peanut. Exactly like this.”

That made Finn perk up. “Do you think we're together in every life?”

“Yes,” Leo answered immediately. He tilted his chin up to look between the two of them. “I don't want to love anyone else but the two of you.”

“Non, me neither,” Logan grunted. He wiggled a bit, wrapping his legs around Leo's calves. “Don't like that thought.”

Finn snorted. “You're a grumpy and possessive baby now.” He tucked his face into Logan's neck. “But you're both mine in every lifetime. No take-backs.”

“No,” Leo smiled. He could feel Logan's breathing evening out below his cheek. “No take-backs. Good night, sweethearts.”

“Good night, nutter butter.”

Logan just made a soft sighing noise, but he pulled Leo closer. Leo smiled, taking one last chance to look at how their skin shone in the moonlight, how their lips parted around their breathing, before closing his own eyes. He could get used to this in every lifetime. 

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Korean Quest | Bang Chan 방찬 Drabble

Pairing: boyfriend!Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: One day Y/N spontaneously decided to cook Korean dish for Chan.

Warning: fluff, mentioning of food

Word Count: 631 (drabble)

Author’s Note: This one was so fun to write! It was nice experience to try something light for a change, as usually angst is a must-have in my works. I hope you'll enjoy reading it ♡ Please, keep in mind that I do not know how to cook the dish, and even though I did my research, there might be some mistakes. Requests are open ♡

Chan has been complaining about his favourite tteokbokki (떡볶이) being too spicy for almost an hour yesterday. It’s quite a mystery why he bought one with chili paste at first place, but Y/N didn’t ask many questions to avoid that conversation going for another hour or so. However, the next day, while she was having a lunch break at work, the girl decided to plan their dinner herself, texting Chan a short “let me do it”, so he wouldn’t order something ridiculous again. With all honesty, Y/N didn’t exactly plan to cook anything herself, but scrolling through the menu of a restaurant, the girl realised she really wanted to try to make something Korean. Indeed, it was rather scary, as her culinary skills were far from perfection, especially when it came to national cuisine of her boyfriend, yet she was eager to try. Making sure she had all ingredients she needed, Y/N turned on a YouTube video once again and started making tteokbokki with a non-spicy soy-based sauce. Time to time the girl was coming back to a thought that all of it was a bad idea, and she only hoped for the dish to be more or less edible. After few unsuccessful attempts, there finally was a plate of tteokbokki on the kitchen counter. The dish smelled delicious, and the taste was similar to the one she had tried in the restaurant last week. Y/N was proud of herself, even though she managed to turn the kitchen into a total mess during the cooking process. 

“What happened here?” Chan, coming back from a music studio, entered the room and observed the surrounding. “Did you have a party here?” he chuckled and glanced at a plate with some weird mixture next to a sink. It was Y/N’s first attempt of the sauce, and Chan was about to dip his finger in it. 

“Don’t!” the girl caught his wrist and stared at her boyfriend with a horror in the eyes, so he even got worried. “It’s a bad one. But I made another one, and it’s much better. I made tteokbokki for you,” her lips quickly stretched in a big and proud smile.

“You did what?” Chan raised the eyebrows and then just grabbed Y/N in a warm hug, making a funny happy noise. “Baby…” he squeaked, burring his face in her shoulder.

“You were so upset yesterday, so I decided to make it myself. It wasn’t easy, but…”

“Thank you,” he interrupted, smiling wider and only squeezing the girl in the cuddle tighter.

As Chan’s stomach made a hungry noise, they pulled away from each other, and Y/N  served a table in a living room. The musician promised to clean the kitchen himself after dinner. 

“Oh my god, it’s actually so good!” he exclaimed, stuffing a mouth with his favourite dish.

“Is it?” Y/N even forgot about her own portion, mesmerising by Chan, who looked adorably cute at that moment. Honestly, it was worth all the troubles to see him so happy.

“Yeah! What brand did you use?” the guy asked casually, eyes still focusing on the plate.

“Brand?”

“Yeah, it’s pre-made, isn’t it? The rice cake, garae-tteok?” Chan glanced at Y/N and caught her confused look. Y/N’s jaw dropped.

“So you ‘re telling me that I could just buy it in a shop rather than spending hours on making it?…” she asked and sighed disappointedly. 

The guy blinked few times and then giggled quietly, still chewing. Most of the ingredients for Korean dishes were pre-made and could be easily found in grocery stores. Y/N, though, went the hard way and did everything from the scratch. 

“You are so cute,” he chuckled and only continued to make happy noises, chewing.

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